#but she will understand that it wasn't bc grace wanted to do those things

[spurgie-cousin]

Just my two cents. If everyone had more compassion towards each other it would be awesome. The duggars and those who think like them should show kindness and not judgement towards others who choose, for whatever reason, to have an abortion. Equally, those who want to point out how much they disagree with jessa and her beliefs would do well to remember she had a miscarriage so maybe a bit of compassion in that direction would be a good thing too.

i don't disagree but if you don't know, I'm a person who had to get an abortion as a teenager. it was a decision i had to make all alone at a time where i was suicidal and the only people who i remember showing me real kindness at the time were a few friends and the staff at Planned Parenthood. I actually burst out into tears when the escort popped up and told me to look at her and everything will be ok because I didn't expect to encounter any kindness at all during the process. I didn't even have my parents, I was young enough to think "I really just want my mom" while driving there but that wasn't an option.

Is every single person understanding about women grieving miscarriages? No not at all, bc it's a primarily female issue and those have never been taken seriously but at least Jessa gets messages of support. Every time I talk about my abortion on this small platform I get called a murderer by strangers a minimum of 3 times.

So all that to say, sure I can acknowledge that she's hurting and possibly acting out but I am too. She can talk to her family about this, she can post about this on instagram even, without fear that she'll get death threats or be disowned and I can't. I don't get to talk openly about how I feel or how hurt I am or how cruel people have been bc no one wants to hear about abortion.

yea she deserves grace but she is making extreme moral judgements about something she refuses to educate herself on and I'm not going to feel bad about having an emotional reaction to that too.

#abortion cw #miscarriage cw #suicide cw #covering all the bases here apparently #jessa seewald

[aberfaeth]

top five fics (ever. for a fandom/pairing. by people you know. by strangers. whatever u want go crazy) ORRRR top five fob songs bc I know u and ilu and I wanna hear ur thoughts

hi sav. hope you know what you've unleashed here.

TOP FIVE FICS.....EVER

tell me about the big bang (star wars sequel trilogy, Finn/Poe, 37.8k.) i made my mom read this fic and that's not a bit i literally had her read this. and she isn't even a star wars fan. like she's seen tfa but she wasn't even that into it i just made her read this because it's one of humanity's greatest literary achievements and she still brings it up to me in conversation that's how much she enjoyed it. sorry this turned into more of tmatbb being one of my mom's top five fics but yknow. context. anyways i don't want to say too much about it because i don't want to spoil it for anyone who might check it out which Please Do That but suffice to say. it is a work of fucking art and i can only hope to someday write with half the talent nina varela possesses in her pinky finger

darling i'd wait for you, even if you didn't ask me to (the great pretender season 1, Laurent/Makoto, 11k.) swear to god this isn't me sucking up it is still the best gift i have ever received in my life. hey you reading this have you ever conceptualized a fic and went "boy i wish i could feed this into a machine and it would execute the idea perfectly in a way that managed to surprise and delight me as i read it" well you simply must get yourself a sav. because she will do that for you. anyways watch tgp season one literally just to read this fic.

Be Gay; Solve Crime (american vandal, Peter/Sam, 9.2k.) this fic has everything--outsider POV! perfectly in character banter! angie and michael who are real and canon to me! mr fernandez did you eat shit! gay lou carter! do your string thing man! MING, EVEN!!!!!! consider this a rotating spot for the work of my lovely lovely friends in the hanover high AV club, who have churned out some of the bangers of all fucking time which i talked about some of those in a top five ask four calendar years ago

Over & Through (dimension 20 fantasy high, gen, 62.7k.) also made my mom read this. she got the riz chapter first and said it gave her horrifying acid trip dreams. which is honestly so fair. if you are a dimension 20 fan and you haven't read this fic what are you doing. the form is inventive the prose is stunning the characterization is painfully sharp. if you've been watching neverafter going hey i wish this was actually horror READ THIS RIGHT NOW THE HORROR IS IMMACULATE

If You Could Let Me Inside Your Heart (leverage, ot3, 2.5k.) remains my favorite leverage fic of all time and also my favorite group character study. what a lovely premise and executed with such grace and perfect understanding of character and pacing like so much work is done for its length and GOD IS IT ALL GORGEOUS

okay haha onto the fall out boy--JUST KIDDING. I HOPE YOU HAD YOUR WEAPON READY TO TAKE ME OUT BECAUSE ONE TIME I SAID IF I EVER MADE A RECLIST WITHOUT I HATE TO LOOK INTO THOSE EYES AND SEE AN OUNCE OF PAIN YOU WOULD HAVE TO SHOOT ME BECAUSE I'D BE A POD PERSON. SO HERE'S ME DOING THAT, PLEASE READ IT, READ IT NOW. WHAT FANDOM OR PAIRING OR LENGTH? YOU GET TO FIND OUT WHEN YOU CLICK! THAT! LINK!

okay haha onto the fall out boy. so i earnestly did try to come up with my top five fob songs on my own. then i had a breakdown and filled out the whole damn fob song sorter yes all 500 battles. heres my top 25. note the repetition of numbers indicating my inability to make decisions

elaborations on the medal winners:

THE KIDS AREN'T ALRIGHT: when this song came out i was thirteen years old (in middle school) (did not have my own itunes account) (did not have spotify) and as all songs do it was released at midnight (i was thirteen) (supposed to be asleep) (it was a school night) i hid under the covers with my ipod touch on the lowest brightness setting (supposed to be asleep on a school night) midnight arrived and i could not buy the song on itunes because then my parents would get an email about the purchase and know i had stayed up (i was supposed to be asleep) so i just listened to the 30 second preview on itunes for like an hour straight (i cried) (a lot)

THE (SHIPPED) GOLD STANDARD: me for real bc im literally no good at math

(COFFEE'S FOR CLOSERS): also in middle school i used to doodle song lyrics to keep myself focused during class and my history professor was taking a walk around the classroom and spotted my doodle of a little coffee cup with the lyrics "i will never believe in anything again" and went "aw why not," clearly concerned for my mental health and wellbeing. and despite that horribly traumatizing experience, coffee's for closers remains one of my favorite songs in the world. so thats proof that its really very good

OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN THE WORLD: you only hold me up like thiiiiis cause you don't know who i really aAAaaAAAaam

PAVLOVE: sorry its the quirky girl tendencies again. when will they put this on spotify so i can scream my little heart out to I WANT TO MAKE YOU AS LONELY AS MEEEE SO YOU CAN GET GET ADDICTED TO THIS YOU CAN GET GET ADDICTED TO THIS! anyways folie >

now, a disclaimer: this sorter is obviously older than two weeks and thus does not include the songs off SMFS. i feel like recency bias means i can't accurately fit them into the list but i will say that there is no universe in which hold me like a grudge doesn't make top fifteen

if you've reached the end of this post, thanks for going on this journey with me. i meant to be asleep an hour ago. but i did this instead. was it worth it. well whos to say. if you ended up reading IHTLITEASAOOP then yes it was.

#hi sav youre my favorite person on the planet hi everyone else i am. sorry #c.ask

[screentime-princess]

Some thoughts on Titans (hbo max) now that show ended.

(In my head it's not over, bc I'm big on rewatching things so... anyways)

Okay. So first thing I want to make clear is that I'm super new to DC and stuff. I've seen arrowverse, most of it, and some movies, also I really like and care about these characters even though show isn't the best, as I hear everyone say and I kinda agree. But still I like the show!!!

Another thing is that I've seen a lot of people hate on this show and I get that it's not the best show, like writing is sometimes very iffy but I think that it's a good introduction to these characters for someone who has never seen anything or read the comics or stuff like that.

Next one is that I am one season short of finishing Gotham and then I plan on watching DC Animated Universe. So I guess my opinions from this post, might change in the future.

So yeah. Here it goes.

I liked the way first season focused on characters and not so much story even though the bigger story was always it like in the back of the episode(s). But I really enjoyed the fact that it was focused mainly on characters of Dick, Hank. Dawn etc. Who they are as people and how what happened to them is influencing their actions. I really liked every character introduction fr.

Even though I watched the show in like few weeks and then waited for last few episodes to come out week by week, I feel like they should have made Dick and Kory cannon or whatever way sooner. They did, kinda, in those dreams/hallucinations, but still, as much as I like this little kind of open ending, I feel like they have so much chemistry, and it just should've happened sooner. When they were in Gotham that Barbara again storyline, I don't know. That wasn't my cup of tea. Also, the flashback episode with Aqualad in season 2, why introduce a character to be killed?! Give us something else than a cute little love story between Donna and Garth and then pain. I don't know. It was so sudden and I don't like character deaths just for the sake of story line.

One thing I did really like was Gar and Rachel, from the beginning from their first meet-cute in the arcade. It was so freaking cute. The fact that they are different, special, that mutual understanding and acceptance ugh. I don't know why we didn't get that like cannon confirmation that they are a thing. We got all those like little cute scenes of them sitting together and stuff but I don't know, I just needed something real just as for Dick and Kory.

As for other characters, I really liked everyone. Conner's little split good and evil personas. Dawn is the most gentle soul I love her so much. Hank was annoying at moments but he was fine. Donna is the beauty, she is grace. <Tim3 (that's how I feel about him). (And I rant about Jason later, wait for it). I don't know what to say like, I really really liked everyone.

Now, maybe I do a separate post about season 4 because it's the, you know, the freshest one in my head but I did rewatch some of the episodes so idk.

As I'm writing this, I see that it's not all like in chronological order as the seasons progress, but I hope you get the gist of it. I wanted to say that I cannot imagine in my head waiting entire week for the episode about Connor after Jason gets dropped off a building even though I knew that's not how he dies fr, I was scared shitless, like, I love him so much, I don't know. Also that fucking scene on the roof killed me, like it seriously messed me up and no one ever talked about it ever again (him being suicidal). Also Dick going of alone every chance he gets to do stupid shit that would 100% get him killed (babe have you heard of therapy, no?).

The thing that bothered me the most, throughout the entire show is how only Gar seemed to care about others. He was the only one to care about anyone. Only one who gave a fuck when Jason died. Like when Kory was mad @ Jason for "getting himself killed"<<<< (what?). He was the only one that was trying to find out what happened to Jason and how he came back. And he did find out (Go Gar).

I know now that that is most likely because of his connection to all the things dead and living, but they explained it very late in the show, so for someone who has no background knowledge, it was confusing.

Major thing that bothers me -> Why is everyone hating on... Literally everyone. Like these people, actors and actresses did in my opinion, amazing job. Considering the writing, okay?

Like let's be fucking for real. This is the first live action adaptation of these characters. And it could have been so much worse. Let's be honest. It could have been so.much.worse. But it's fine and I think that if people are just okay, with something being different, it would have been fine. Like it doesn't have to be the same as in comics. And from what I heard, there are many interpretations of these characters in different comics and different animated series. I don't understand why everything has to be by the book. Like I've been a MCU fan for a while. And l feel like as much as Marvel fans are like haters at the bottom of their souls (not as much as Star Wars fans) and they are (haters), I feel like they appreciate change a little more. (Haters comment is about fanboys don't get ne wrong babes)

It's fine that it's different. Different is okay. Most of hate I've seen is about Jason. And I don't know, like, people calling him a whining c word?!?!?!? Sorry, why is it bad that he's portrayed with more emotions? Or him feeling like he is not good enough (relatable) and always being second thought would bring anyone to tears (it brought me to tears). So why is that a bad thing in portrayal of this character? Like I said, I know very little about his character and I feel like this introduction is fine, it made me care about him. Isn't that what other people in the fandom want? For other people to care. Why does it have to be a specific version? It made me care. That should be enough no? It made me want to learn more about these characters. So why is everyone so offended by this version of Jason Todd? It doesn't make any sense in my head. I was literally losing my shit watching episode 11 of season 4. Last week was peek of my existence because of him showing up again. I have no words.

So yeah, I don't know. I have so many thoughts about this show and no one to talk to because my friends are lame, not watching the same shows I'm watching, watching Bridgerton and shit (no hate to Bridgerton fans).

<3 if you read it all, thank you <3

#titans hbo #dc titans #thoughts #titans season 4 #titans season 4 spoilers #titans spoilers #dick grayson #hank hall #dawn granger #donna troy #rachel roth #gar logan #jason todd #tim drake #nightwing #batman and robin #raven titans #beast boy #hawk and dove #kory anders #starfire #anna diop #brenton thwaites #teagan croft #ryan potter #curran walters #save titans #dcu titans #dcu

[roboticutie]

Fun fact: when I was a kid around the time of the Lady Gaga "trans or cis" scandal (which she brushed off with so much love and grace and protective anger we love mother monster) I realized trans women exist! But not in like. A trans way. I missed that memo. I just asked my grandma "Wow so women can have penises too?" And she was like "... Well. Yes. Technically, I guess, yeah." She wasn't sure how in depth she should go with a like 10-ish year old who, 2 years prior had a whole deal about wanting to put male instead of female on the standardized tests which concerned Everyone and like 2 years before that insisted on being called a tomboy bc then I was 'being called a boy', but she's hip she's queer granny so fostering acceptance is important. Only she wasn't clear enough and I processed this with a "oh cool" and never considered surgical procedures as part of the trans. I just thought. They were born with a penis, but somehow we just... Knew they're women, actually, and the doctor was like yep this is a woman! And then they just grew up like that and would have every other aspect of a girl's life like any other girl. I didn't even bother to question how a doctor would know the difference maybe the doctor picked the gender actually they're so mysterious and maybe medical school taught you how to do that who knows, so I lived with this misconception for a while. (There is an intersex condition kind of like this concept but not really and doctors definitely aren't cool about it nor do they pick anyone's gender actually, they just guess)

Anyways it didn't occurr to me that trans men exist until I was 13, bc I never saw one/knew I saw one anywhere until much much later when I met one personally online. And I'm a trans man. But like somehow the inverse of this concept never came to mind I just thought having a dick gave you more options I guess, and I'm not sure when it really clicked that surgery was part of transition (for many trans people) it just clicked at some point between those two realizations

There is no moral to this. I just think this is funny. Maybe if you squint it's like... Good thing trans stuff is more understood to kids now, and all different kinds of trans lives? But also I thought heterosexuality and homosexuality were both running jokes until I was 6 because I'm autistic and bisexual and couldn't conceive of only liking men OR women, not "both and anyone else too" as I put it to my mom when I was in kindergarten, so. Maybe the moral is kids are dense and everyone understands the world differently and it takes time to learn about each other so take the time to teach each other. Also if your kid somehow knows girl and boy aren't the only options maybe ask them abt that and see why they figured that out all on their own when they don't even know what being trans is what the fuck was up w me as a kid

#my text posts #for anyone who wants to get to know me better: there's this

[futuregws]

Can i ask for a summary of the grace thing?

Like whos faze? Why do they not want her? Whats the argument about? Whats going on? Why was stranger things brought up? Whyd she join them if she doesnt like them? Why do people not like faze? Why is she acting like a victim and why is she not?

I honestly dont understand whats happening. you dont have to answer these questions obviously

im just wondering if you know any more about what all this is, as i know you said you didnt know before

No doubt even after this, people still arent gonna see whats wrong with this.. or say

"everyone makes mistakes"

Probably start enabling her to the point she thinks she is chrissy eventually

Faze is as far as I remember just a group of gamers, that have gotten quite popular and successful but they are also extremely problematic, I guess faze rain said that she only got hired bc she was on stranger things and then she answered by saying that he wasn't even there at the meeting so how would he know, and she said she doesn't even know him but then backtracked and said something else about him helping get the meeting (I'm not 100% about this part) in the video where she said that she told him to get wrecked, and he responded with how she makes stranger things her whole personality, and that she doesn't even know what a trickshot is and faze is all about trickshots, and then he called her mid and said something that I thought was too much he said that he would never let grace touch him even on his drunkest nights, and how she was still playing with barbies when he made his first million and that's when she made that response that I also posted saying that yeah she doesn't know what a trickshot is, and then says something about how she knows him (faze rain) as the guy that had an overd*se on a livestream and I guess to sound better she said how she was happy he was doing better and told a whole ass story about her mother also having problems with dr*gs and her always wishing that she would get better, both her bringing his OD up and then telling that story was so unnecessary and it made it seem like oh I'm gonna talk shit about you but I'm gonna then proceed to say something sad about my life like what, and on the same style video (this one I'm not exactly sure how it went bc it was choppy) but she said something about him being in a organization that assaulted two women or defended some dudes who did that it was something like that, and she said oh if you're wondering where I stand, I stand with the victims and yet she literally joined the same organization that did that to those women

[always-andromeda]

hi! this is in response to your earlier post about inadequacy, mental health, etc. so absolutely feel free to not post this (or even read it) if you don't feel comfortable

I just wanted to say that I have had very similar feelings and when I read the last bit of your post where you spoke about finally changing those habits and not always trying to be accommodating to other people when it hurts you or when it's contrary to who you really are... whoo boy did I feel that 😭 I had never really thought about it that way before, so your post was so incredibly eye-opening and now I'm having a little bit of an existential crisis (but I good one, I promise!)

bc idk I just can't ever be mean or even like slightly contrary to anyone. it even got to the point where I was going thru some really serious mental health stuff and when I told people about it after the fact they were like "oh really? I never would have known bc you were always smiling and so happy all the time." and I think your post gave words to that feeling of incongruity in a way I couldn't.

when I was helping clean out my grandmother's house I found a letter she had written to her psychiatrist in maybe like the 60s where she basically said "I believe I'm a likable person and I can get anyone to like me if I try hard enough." and when I tell you I cried right then and there. just as you described, I felt like I've always been trying to make myself as "perfect" and "nice" as possible to that people like me and don't get mad at me. but it's both so comforting and so heartbreaking to know that my grandmother experienced something similar over half a decade ago. idk if that helps at all to make you feel less alone and/or isolated with your feelings about this, so sorry if that's too much!

I'm so sorry for just rambling, I really didn't want to make this too much about me but I just wanted to let you know that you are totally and completely not alone and I am so incredibly proud of you for healing and growing into the person that you've always felt you were.

my grandmother is about the sweetest person I've ever met, and I absolutely know that she would never want you or me to feel like we weren't enough, so I guess even though you don't know her, I absolutely know that she is so proud of you for fighting to be yourself in a way that she wasn't given the opportunity to

yeah again, sorry. I feel like I'm just rambling and I'm not sure if this is like helpful at all. so sorry to like have therapy in your ask box (I have a therapist, I promise) I just wanted you to know that you're not alone and that your words resonated with me very deeply. I hope you're able to continue giving yourself grace and space and warmth and love as you continue to grow and discover your truest self. sending so much love ❤️

Hey, anon, don't ever apologize for sending this kind of stuff in. I realize that when I open up online about things like that that are especially vulnerable, I'm opening myself up to potentially getting responses in that same vein. And I promise you, when I do get those responses, it's usually very gratifying. I'm including the rest of my response underneath the cut lol to spare my mutuals. Love you guys!! ❤️

Of course it's sad knowing that my feelings are ones that a lot of other people share. But there's a lot of comfort in knowing that while the human experience is vast and undefinable, when we do understand one another, I think that's when the magic of humanity happens. So, truly, I appreciate you taking the time to reach out and I'm glad my words could speak to you in any.

That being said, boy, do I get that bit about people just simply not knowing or not being able to tell when there's something going on with you. So often I faced that kind of isolation from friends? Like there were moments where I had people doubt that I was actually struggling that much because I simply didn't talk about things? And like, yeah, communicating with your friends is important but so are trust and understanding and compassion?

And another thing, it's so strange because sometimes I kind of forget that even people less than a century ago probably also felt a little bit crazy sometimes? Especially AFAB folks; not only because of misogyny but also the stigma around mental health. I think in that way we're kind of lucky. Like of course, just because we're in the here and now, it doesn't mean that the here and now is perfect. But sometimes I think back to the experiences that our mothers, grandmothers, and all of the grandmothers before them had? And how those experiences have only become more complicated as time and the world have both progressed?

I'm so sorry that you've held this burden for so long. And I want you to know that not being able to meet that impossible standard isn't a sign of any sort of failing on your part. You are allowed to feel how you feel. You are allowed to be human. You are allowed to be a fully fleshed human being with your own personality. You are allowed to like yourself as you are. And you are allowed to want to grow for yourself. You deserve to like yourself–to love yourself, anon. Thank you for sharing all of this. I hope you're taking care of yourself too. I love you and wish you all the best. 💞✨

#askmeda✨ #anon ask✨

[greatwarprongs]

i like to think that when the tlh gang discover how everything was done by tatiana and belial, and how grace was manipulated into doing shady and bad stuff, cordelia will be the first that attempt to punch tatiana in the face.

cordelia will be angry and upset about what grace did, and she would forgive her in her own time but i think she will understand the bigger picture? about how grace was a child who was manipulated through guilt and fear and she grow up not having a choice

#i just know cordelia won't hold grudges #it's not that she will forget about everything #she will be mad about grace's actions #but she will understand that it wasn't bc grace wanted to do those things #cordelia carstairs #grace blackthorn #tlh #the last hours

[fanmoose12]

The miracle had happened. His wildest dream had come to life. Hange had asked him out on a date.

It was everything Levi had ever wanted but Hange had invited him to a skating rink.

And Levi- well, Levi had never had the pleasure of putting on the skates. Never, ever, in his life.

The date was doomed, he was doomed to make an ass out of himself on his very first date with Hange.

But, the affair was from being hopeless. Hange had planned to meet with him on Saturday. And it was only Wednesday.

He still had three days left. It was possible - maybe - to learn how to skate in just three days.

At least, Levi hoped that it would be enough.

On Wednesday, he went to the skating rink all by himself, put the skaters on, marvelled on how tall they make him feel and then-

Then he regretted every decision that was ever made in the history of humanity.

Firstly, who had decided that creating shoes with blades was a great idea? Who was the genius that offered people to put those shoes on and go gliding across the ice? Who had decided that it was fun? How, and when, the kids - literal fucking kids - have mastered the ability to skate so easily and effortlessly?

He hated it all, oh so fucking much.

But, he loved Hange, was actually in love with that dork of a human being. So here he was, standing next to the sidelines, gripping the metal bars with white-knuckled desperation.

Fuck, his knees were starting to buckle, and sweat was gathering at the back of his neck. And he was yet to make a single move.

Levi winced, gathered all his courage, remembered Hange's smile and decided - that was it. He had to start moving.

He did, surprisingly easy. It was even enjoyable for the entirety of one second, before Levi's ass met the freezing cold of ice.

Fuck. He hated skating rinks. He hated the kids that started giggling at the sight of his hopeless expression. He hated his life.

But- but. Hange. Hange he couldn't hate.

So with another wince a grunt of pain, he stood up, ready for the torture to continue.

___

After a few falls and dozen or so acquired bruises, Levi decided that he had enough skating for today.

He limped back home, feeling worse to wear and miserable all around. He was just about to enter his apartment, when his phone went vibrating, announcing a notification.

He couldn't help but smile, when he saw that it was a text from Hange.

hey, how was your day? mine was wonderful, bc i kept thinking about you and our date! hope, you're still willing to go with me, shorty <3

Well now, how could he say no? How could he disappoint Hange and wipe the smile of that precious face? Death was more preferable that this, skating rink was more preferable that this.

So Levi entered the apartment, grabbed some freezed chicken for his aching bruises, settled on a couch and sent a quick reply to Hange, mentally preparing himself for another day, spent on the skating rink.

____

Thursday went in the similar fashion, with Levi trying and immediately failing to move without metal bars supporting him.

He was so exhausted and annoyed at his own lack of grace that he couldn't summon even a little bit of energy to mutter a curse at the kids that were taunting him.

Whatever, maybe, their mothers gave birth to them on the ice, maybe, they were born with those damn skates already on. Whatever, Levi wasn't mad, and he was far from giving up.

Even if he spent his way back home on the phone with his mother, whining about his misfortunes.

"I just- don't understand why I can't do it! I was good with roller skates, isn't it basically the same thing?"

"Oh, Levi," his mother sounded sympathetic, but not very much so. Levi suspected she was holding back a laugh. "You were never good with roller skates, you actually were kinda awful. Have you forgotten how many times you've bruised your knees and elbows?"

Ah. So he was lied to about his great skills of roller skating. By his own mother. Awesome.

"Tell Hange you don't know how to skate," his mother advised. "Choose some other place you two can go to. I'm sure Hange will be happy anyway."

"No." Levi gritted resolutely. He thought about it, everytime he earned himself a new bruise. But no, Hange liked this sort of thing, Hange enjoyed skating, and, even if Levi hated it with every fibre of his being, he'd make an effort.

Hange deserved nothing less.

"I'll learn how to skate even if that will be the last thing I do," Levi grimly promised to his mother.

Then, before she could change his mind, he said goodbye and hang up.

Tomorrow would be his last chance to learn the damn skill of skating. Luckily, Levi already had a plan.

___

First thing he did upon arriving on a skating rink was seeking out a little girl, who had been making fun of him for two days already. He saw her uneven ponytail - that, no, it didn't remind him of someone else's unruly brown hair - and hurried up to her, before the girl could put on her skates and glide away from him.

"Hey, brat," Levi himself cringed as he saw the lack of trust on the girl's face. "Listen, kid," there, he was already making improvements. Hange would be so proud of him. "I know you know how to do this whole," he gestured to the skating rink and barely kept himself from cursing, "skating thing, so, um..." god, the things he did for love... "maybe, you could teach me? I will pay you and everything."

"Why do you want to learn?" the girl asked, watching him with the kind of intense look only kids were capable of making. "And why so urgently?"

"It's..." he could lie, and probably the girl wouldn't know better, but he was asking for her help, right? It was only fair that he would tell the truth. "Because my date invited me to this hellish place. And I don't want to embarrass myself."

"You want your date to start liking you even more, eh?" the girl giggled, with a too knowing grin. "Alright, I'll help you," Levi was already sighing in relief, that girl was his last hope, kind of. "But you'll take me to the movies after we finish. And, you'll introduce your date to me."

A brat and a fucking bother, Levi thought. But a deal was a deal.

He shook the girl's hand, and muttered a curt, "Levi."

She smiled at him, so bright and full of energy. "I'm Gabi, nice to meet you!"

___

Gabi was a merciless, but fair teacher that kept Levi's hand firmly in her hold, but absolutely refused to let him even come close to the metal bars at the sidelines of the rink.

And so Levi fell, and fell, and fell again, but along with it, he was making progress, actual progress. He was far from being as graceful as Gabi, but now he was able to skate without holding onto railings or falling on his ass.

Gabi even congratulated him, when they were finished, and said that he wasn't that bad for a person who put skates for the third time in his life.

Next, as promised, he took the girl to see some movie, and Gabi spent the whole duration of it, talking about some thing or another. Levi, for his part, spent that time, texting with Hange.

He knew how to skate now, and so his excitement for the upcoming date grew tenfold.

Levi could barely suppress a smile as he imagined Hange's bright beam and the sparkle in those warm brown eyes.

"That date of yours," Gabi said, before they went their separate ways. "Is for sure lucky to have someone as dedicated as you."

"Nah," Levi waved his hand. Now, it was impossible to fight off a smile. "I'm the lucky one, actually."

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When Hange met him the next day, the expression on their face was as merry as ever.

"Levi!" they hugged him, then pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Already, Levi felt like all of his effort was paid off.

"Ready to go?" Hange asked, letting him stick closer to their side. Levi was so warm, and happy, and in love.

Even the skating rink couldn't ruin this perfect day.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Great!" Hange exclaimed, then giggled, clearly embarassed by something. "Oh, and by the way... I don't know how to skate. I was so happy when you agreed to go on a date with me that I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind."

Damn it, what a lovely, awkward dork. Levi never stood a chance.

"You don't know how to skate?" he smirked, and took their hand in his. "Don't worry, I can teach you. And after that..."

"Yeah?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but there is a little girl who wants to meet you. I kinda promised that to her."

"Oh," surprise was evident on Hange's face, but so very soon it was replaced by glee. "I'm already excited to meet her! Now let's go and you'll teach me how to skate!"

Hange received a lot of bruises that day, Levi, even with his newly learned skill, got a few purple marks as well. But Hange was happy, was laughing every time they fell down. And when they met with Gabi, their smile was so wide and bright, Levi honestly couldn't stop staring at them.

Obviously, the date was a success. The bruises faded, leaving Levi only with feelings of happiness and love.

#happy birthday levi #you get a bit of fail-cringeness and love from your four-eyes as a treat from me #levihan

[honey-makki]

Firsts

Characters: Tsukishima Kei X Fem!Reader

Summary: Fate works in mysterious ways to bring people who are destined to be together, to actually be together. 

Warnings: Sex!! blow jobs, face riding, virginity loss 

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Well this started as a drabble request but here I am a week later with a 5k fic about it. Soft tsukki inbound. I hope you enjoy @salty4tsukki bc I def enjoyed writing this.

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Being an only child is not a precursor to being lonely. Memories of family game nights, shared dinners and movies watched filled the air of your house letting you know that you were both never alone and, oh, so loved. 

You knew that having as healthy a home environment was unusual and that it was part of the reason that you are so emotionally intelligent. Many of your peers couldn’t stand their parents and found every excuse to avoid being home. Sure, you and your parents had arguments about curfew or the number of texts you sent every month. The last argument happened every time you brought home a grade that was unsatisfactory, which wasn’t often, but consistent enough that it was a recurring problem. 

“I’m just tired of them expecting me to be perfect! It’s unreasonable for them to expect perfect grades, being on a starter for the soccer team, and involved in other clubs! I’m only one person.” You ranted to Tsukki, sulking around his room before plopping on his bed, arms covering your sighing face.  Tsukki was the only person you came to with family problems because you knew he would understand and not push you. The usually sassy boy always softened these days, knowing that this was the one thing that you couldn’t handle being teased about. Today, he looked at you with soft pity, knowing the amount of work you put towards everything just to be told it’s not enough.

“I could tutor you in English if you want? I know we have our usual pre-exam study sessions, but I really don’t mind making them more regular if you think they would help.” Tsukki might listen to you complain but he still isn’t the best at empathy, rather resorting to problem-solving. He showed his care and compassion to you subtly. Offering his solutions in a way you could make them sound like your own, knowing that provided a semblance of comfort. Allowing you into his room whenever you needed to complain and not questioning your feelings. Always offering you a hoodie or jacket when you were worn out from crying, knowing that the warmth would lull you into a much-needed sleep

You knew he cared about you. Yes, sometimes you over exaggerated your feelings to take advantage of that, but only because you wanted his jacket on your body. The thought that it was his arms rather than just a Tsukki scented cloth surrounding you. Only crying a little harder with the hopes he would offer to have a movie night which always meant cuddles. No, you never faked your feelings to him, not wanting to lie to your best friend and consistent childhood companion, you just embellished them.

Relishing in the fact that for maybe, just ten minutes that Tsukki wasn’t just your best friend, that he grew past friends as he aged, and saw you like more, as his other half. The person he wanted to spend not only his childhood years with but also every single one he still had left. 

You aren’t sure when you fell in love with Tsukishima Kei.

It could have been his moment against Shiratorizawa when you saw him truly experience joy for the first time in the sport he spent so much time. It could have been the time he gave you his rain jacket when it was pouring before you walked home, knowing it wouldn’t do much against the downpour, but the barrier being symbolic. It could definitely have been the time you went over to study and you walked in on him singing to himself while studying, the soft tenor notes gracing your ears. You only really remember how his voice made your heart skip a beat, the flush of his ears when he turned around catching your eyes.

All you know is that you were hopelessly in love with the man who had been with you every step, every stumble of your life. The man who towered over you but never made you feel smaller than he, the man that laughed before checking on you when you tripped, but always ensuring you were truly ok. 

Watching him grow into his height and his body gaining muscles during highschool was both a blessing and a curse. Your eyes were drawn to his figure, shoulders hunched over on his desk, deltoids peeking out of the sleeves in a way that made you want more. Yes, you loved looking at him but sometimes it plagued you. 

Eyes scrunched shut and heavy breathing, all you can think about is what Tsukki might look like under those clothes. It was a curse, lewd thoughts of your best friend being the only way you could get off anymore. That didn’t stop you from plunging two fingers in and out for your dripping cunt edging yourself closer to your release. At the precipice, you pull your fingers out and eagerly circle your clit, the other hand moving from gripping the bedsheets to pulling at and groping your nipples. Tsukki’s name leaves your lips like a fervent prayer as you cum to the thought of him. You never felt worse about yourself than you did at this moment, but somehow you found yourself here regularly. 

You didn’t know that at that exact same moment Tsukki was in his room thinking about you. The way your smaller hands would fit around his dick, the hesitation you might experience but be driven forward by lust. The thought of being the first and maybe the only person to touch you always drives him to his release. 

He might have fooled around with some girls before, a handjob here and there, amidst a make-out session, but he could never find it in himself to go further. He couldn’t, no, didn’t want to be with anyone else, because he knew that the whole time he would be thinking about you under him.

As you had aged, sleepovers became less frequent but were something the two of you still cherished and actively made time for. Tonight is one such night, having just finished your final midterms and gorging yourself on celebratory ramen from your favorite shop. Tsukki’s parents were out of town for the week, but were used to your presence in the house and didn’t mind you being over. 

You being there should have been fine, nothing out of the normal but that's not how fate works. 

Once you arrived at his place you both changed into lounge clothes getting ready to binge the latest season of Game of Thrones. You went to the kitchen to grab you both some water, knowing neither of you will want to get up once you start.

Tsukki must have had the same idea because as you rounded the corner of the kitchen, you were met with a brick wall and a frigid wave running through your body. You realized it wasn't through your body when your nipples began to harden, peaking through your now translucent shirt. While you are still shocked at the chill, Tsukki looks down to see what happened. Instead what he sees is you, accidentally exposed, the white shirt clinging to the curve of your body like a second layer of skin.

He knows that if he doesn’t avert his gaze that he won't be able to suppress a rising tent in his pants. Committing the image to memory quickly, he apologizes for being in the way, “Shit Y/N, I’m sorry. Feel free to go grab one of my shirts to change into. I’ll clean the mess up.” With that, he moves towards the kitchen to grab a towel, brushing against your body in the narrow hallway.

You head up to his room and go to his dresser, you’ve watched him put his laundry away before, knowing exactly where he keeps his biggest and most comfortable shirts. You strip off your shirt, skin pebbling at the breeze from his fan. Blushing at the fact you are taking your clothes off in your crush childhood friend room, you strip off your lounge shorts now noticing they also have been soaked.

As you pull his practice jersey on you notice it reaches your midthigh, which causes a brief internal conflict. Should I grab a pair of his shorts even though I know they’ll be too big? This shirt is longer than my shorts were anyways, but it’s not the most decent thing. The deciding factor in opting for no shorts was nothing to do with you, rather with the man waiting patiently downstairs. It had everything to do with the glint of intrigue in Tsukki’s eye you spotted earlier, the almost imperceptible hitch in his breath, and the burning touch he left on your body as he passed you in the hallway. 

Tsukki was not even thinking about what you would look like in his clothes as he had more urgent problems. His cock was achingly hard in his sweatpants, the gray not doing him any favors of hiding how he felt about seeing your body. He was doing everything he could think of to suppress both the thoughts of you and blood rushing downstairs. 

After quickly cleaning up the spill, he got situated on the couch with a blanket hoping it would help hide his current problem as he got it under control. Tsukki spent the remaining time of your absence struggling to distract himself, reciting poetry meditating, anything to not think about it, think about you, think about the curve of your che- fuck he was failing.

His eyes shot open at your weight landing next to him on the couch. Subtly looking over your form, that he now has burned into the back of his eyelids, seeing you drowning in his clothes, his volleyball clothes. Wait, is she just wearing my shirt? His gaze lingering on the soft expanse of your thighs, knowing that he should be able to see the hem of your shorts with the way you are sitting. The thought of you in your underwear almost makes him moan, his already hard dick twitching with precum budding at the tip.

You shoot him a smile, apologizing for taking so long and say you're ready to watch if he is. After some time has passed, the air is nipping at on your still slightly wet skin, you scoot closer to Tsukki and get under the blanket with him. The slight abrasion from his sweats on your skin sent electricity tingling throughout your body and unknowingly did the same to him. 

Reaching forward to grab a glass of water after a particularly gruesome scene, your phone tumbled out of your lap. Not really thinking you lean forward and grab it, slightly raising your ass into the air to reach the last few inches. You plop back down with a grunt and throw your arms open, hoping Tsukki would know that this is your way of saying you needed to take a break from the show for a bit.

Neither of you expected the moan that escaped his lips as you brushed across his now very obvious erection. Neither of you knew what to do after either, he flushed red with embarrassment and hid his face, you with your arm still where it landed on his thigh, unable to move. “Y/N, can you please move?.” he barely chokes out. The obvious restraint in his voice was a sound you had only previously daydreamed of. 

Driven by lust, or excitement, maybe even fear that another opportunity would arise, you do move, but not in the way he had intended. You get up off the couch and he's sure that you are getting ready to leave, disgusted with him, but instead, you settle in on your knees between his thighs. Doey-eyes looking up through your lashes with hesitant excitement. “Ok, I’ve moved, what next?”

Is the one thing he dreamed about is really happening? The actuality of it seems almost incredulous. “Y/N, stop joking, I’m sorry about this. They just kinda, happen sometimes.” He can’t meet your eye because he’s sure he would cum just from the sight of you between his legs. 

“If you don't want me here Kei, I’ll move, but I’m serious.” As you say his first name, another moan comes from his throat, spurring you to action. Biting your lip, you move the blanket and hesitantly grasp his erection. 

Tsukki is hazy with confusion but simultaneously everything is crystal clear with pleasure, unable to focus on anything due to the duality inside his head. Even if he wanted to tell you to stop, to stop and think, he wouldn’t be able to choke out the words.

He notices you aren’t really moving which is driving him mad until he looks down and sees just how pure you look. “Kei, I don’t-- I don’t really know what to do. Just tell me what you like and I’ll do my best.”

“Princess, are you sure you still want to do this?” as he pulls you up to eye level, cupping your cheeks. Seeing your nod and nervous smile, he leans forward to kiss you. 

The chill that had previously permeated your body is replaced with warmth, the feeling of his soft lips moving in time with yours, his gentle but assertive grip on your back acting as heat sources. It’s a comfortable warmth, an invitation into him.

You plan on taking that invitation as he deepens the kiss, one hand in the hair at his nape, the other returning to palm him through his sweats. As he stops your kiss, holding in a groan you take that opportunity to return to your original position in front of him. Waiting patiently, looking up at him for instruction with an absolutely pornographic gaze. 

Tsukki thought the image of your chest was the best thing he would ever see, but this takes the cake. Your hands playing with the waistband, with slight hesitation before pulling both his bowers and sweats down with his assistance. 

You knew what a dick looked like, but that doesn’t mean you are any less intimidated when one is just a few inches from your face. Long and curved, a prominent vein running up to the head that is flushed red and slick with precum. His hand rests on your head with the other on his thigh. Seeing his excitement on his face gives you enough encouragement to kitten lick his tip two times. “Fuck Y/N, please don’t tease me,” his voice wavering between a moan and a whine, you’ve never heard him sound so dependent, so needy before. 

Knowing that you are the one doing this to him gives you the confidence to start taking his dick in your mouth. You pause at the head, moving your tongue around, unsure what feels good until his grip on your head tightens as you rub against the bottom, just before the shaft. “Fuck pretty girl, please move your head down, please I wan--” A groan cuts him off as you follow his command. Slowly starting to bob along a portion of his length, with increasing speed.

“Spit on your hand and stroke the rest, god your mouth is heavenly” after pulling off to follow his command, you finally notice the familiar Tsukki-induced burning in your stomach, but amplified by a hundred when you see his cock twitch as you spit into your hand. He watched you with half-lidded eyes as you positioned your hand under your mouth, whispering uncharacteristically gentle words of praise.

Soft moans fall out of his mouth as you swirl your tongue around his head on every upward movement. Your hand mimicking the speed of your lips, trying to give him as much pleasure as you can. One particular comment of his shoots straight to your core, “Y/N, I never imagined you would make me feel this good.” The implication of him thinking about this, the same way you have, makes you moan around his dick, which in turn elicits a sharp intake from Tsukki.

His grip has been tightening on your head slowly, but all of a sudden he pulls you off. “Don’t wanna cum in your mouth without asking, just hand me a tissue.”

You never imagined Tsukki making the type of sound he did when you artlessly stuttered out “W-Well you have my permission.” 

Returning your tongue to his tip, which is now angrily red and coated in both spit and precum, it only takes a few seconds before he bucks into your mouth as he orgasms. His cock reaches further than you expected resulting in you choking as he hits the back of your throat, unintentionally intensifying his orgasm.

He pulls you off of him, grimacing at the cold air hitting his spent dick, bending forward to look you in the eye.. “Pretty girl, I’m so sorry for that last bit, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you ok?”

The pressure of his thumb wiping off a few spare tears makes you wonder what his touch would feel like on the rest of your body. As your mind delves into lewd thoughts, you shift your thighs looking for some pleasure, and give him an absentminded “It was fine, unexpected but I wanna make you feel good.”

He carefully sits you in his lap and pulls you into a deep kiss, slow but hungry. He moves down your jaw to your neck before whispering “Well, I guess it’s my turn to return the favor huh.” You bite back your moan, but as he harshly sucks a spot at the base of your neck it slips out. “You don’t have to hide your noises, princess, let me know how good everything feels.”

He runs his hands up and down your sides underneath his shirt before they find your chest. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined these.” You tug your shirt off and do the same to him. Both of you are just marveling at the beauty in front of you with lust. 

He makes the first move, gently bringing your right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, as his left-hand switches randomly between rubbing along your side and massaging your left boob. The warmth of his tongue flicking against your pebbled bud is miles better than your own fingers, endless breathy moans falling out of your mouth as you find purchase for your hands in his hair. 

You must be unconsciously rutting against him because he stops his ministrations and stills your hips with a harsh grip. “Feeling needy now? Let me take care of you.” Tsukki rolls you off of him and you expect him to get on his knees in front of you, making you clench your knees both out of excitement and embarrassment. 

So when he lays down on the floor in front of you and shoots you a smug smirk, “Come take a seat,” your jaw drops in shock. 

“No, Tsukki, you don't have- What if I don’t taste good, please don’t worry about it-I don't want to suffoc-”  excuses and concerns pour out of your mouth but your body betrays you at the thought of him licking your sex.

“Y/N. Get over here. I want to do this and I’ll ensure you enjoy it.” His tone was commanding enough that you moved from the couch to straddling his head without a thought, losing your panties along the way. Your mind is murky with lust and anticipation, thoughts of how many times you’ve imagined his tongue on your clit being the only thing breaking through the fog. 

His tongue pierces through the haze as he runs the flat of it along your entire soaked core. Your body wants to pull away from the pressure but buck into the pleasure at the same time but Tsukki makes the decision for you, wrapping his arms around your thighs so you are snug against his face. 

He repeats the action, trying to coax a moan out of you, adding a little more force each time. It isn’t until the bridge of his nose brushes your clit that you finally let out the noises you’ve held in. “Kei- hi- fuck- higher,” breathy moans coat your words in lust.

 “Your wish is my command, princess.” His smug tone would have been annoying except for the fact that he was pressing hesitant licks against your clit eventually circling it with the tip of his tongue. You have no control over the whines you are making, only broken up by saying “yes Kei, yes, fuck” and other words of praise

Knowing how it felt when you moaned around his dick, he tries humming with his lips surrounding your clit and if he wasn’t already hard, he sure is now after the way you lewdly moaned his name and fiercely tugged his hair. 

The view of your tits heaving along with your breaths drive him to be a little more aggressive with his tongue, mercilessly switching between toying with your folds to harshly drawing shapes into your clit. 

Your cunt is drowning Tsukki in slick, coating his face and chin and he’s never been happier. Sucking your folds and using his tongue to taste all of you. He can't believe that anything has ever tasted better than you do right now.  

He can tell by the legs squeezing his head, and the shake of your entire body you are close to your orgasm. Wanting to try something new, he slides his tongue into your hole, causing you to grip his blonde locks so hard, you probably pulled some out. 

The wanton moans reverberating through the room are the only encouragement he needs to keep pressing his tongue against your tight walls. Your cunt so desperately wants to be filled its almost sucking his tongue in, but you know that alone won’t be enough to make you cum.

“ ‘m close, fuck. Please my clit, Kei please” The loss of his pressure in your cunt is overridden by the shockwaves of his lips around your clit, paired with him tracing letters and a deep moan from his throat. That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge. His moan continues as you ride out your high, hips jerking forward at the intensity.

As he pulls you into a sitting position on his lap, “Obviously I didn’t need instructions on how to make you feel good. I’ve thought about this for years.” You aren’t clear-headed enough to slap him like you usually would. All you can think about is the painful tension already building again in your core and his painfully hard dick pressed into your thigh.

You pull him into a kiss that conveys your unspoken words. Full of need and lust and wanting to make up for all of the time you lost. Your lips meet his harshly, like if you stop that it might disappear, afraid to pull back for air.

As he moves to your neck you instinctively rut your hips against him, looking for some form of release. Growling into your ear, “Oh, so one wasn't good enough for you? You want another orgasm?” 

“Well, It’s obvious you want another one,” matching his smugness with another roll that causes him to groan.

Before you can recognize it, he's flipped you over on your back and is hovering over you, eyes committing every inch of you to memory, drinking in the sight of your body, pebbled nipples, slick coating your thighs, love marks he's left thus far. It’s almost enough to make him go feral. 

Almost. 

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? We can stop. I really don’t mind.” The concern in his voice is clearly fighting against the lust, just barely winning over his more carnal desires. His answer comes in the form of your hand grabbing his dick and giving it a few soft, needy strokes.

“Please Tsukki, I need you in me. I’ve thought about this for so long, no way am I stopping” 

“Alright pretty girl,” and with that he returns to your deep kiss, your lips feeling like a home he never knew he left. He brings his hand down to your core, ghosting his fingers on your lips before teasing one finger in slowly. 

You hiss at the pleasure, hands finding stability rooted in his shoulders. He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth to help distract you while he rocks it in and out of your pussy. Quickly, he could tell that you were ready for a second and slipped it in, being met with you clawing at his shoulders while letting out a wanton moan.

Tsukki moves to place wet kisses along your neck and down to your chest, sucking every once in a while and then following it with a swipe of his tongue. You miss the pressure on your mouth, but you can feel another orgasm building, and it's getting harder to breathe. 

You genuinely do stop breathing when he takes one nipple in his mouth and uses his free hand to start rubbing circles into your clit. Well, if this is the way I die, I don’t really have any complaints. The coil in your stomach is about to snap and the only warning you can get out is slapping his shoulders.

The wave almost knocks you out, back arching off the floor while also trying to get more from the man between your legs. Inserting a third finger stretched you so good, he watches you try to fuck yourself on his hand through the orgasm, greedily wanting more. 

“You ready, pretty girl? Ready to take my cock?”

“Shit yes, Kei, please fuck me. I’ve dreamed about cumming on your dick, please please--” you are reduced to babbling pleas when he runs his dick along your slit coating himself in your slick. The jolt of pleasure every time his head hits your already over-stimulated bud edges on pain but you don’t want him to stop. 

You see stars and hear symphonies when he thrusts into you. A duet of his staccato grunts and your euphonic moans, accompanied by the fortissimo sounds of your pussy as he slides in. After taking a rest for you to adjust to his girth, his pace starts off slow but gradually increasing as you beg him for more. 

“Fuck, please, fill me up, god I never thought your cock would feel so good, Fuck” 

Your babbling praise is reduced to a high pitched whine when he starts slamming into you harder than before. The heavy slaps of his hips into yours replacing your moans in the melody. You barely process his words as the tip of his cock slams into your cervix with no remorse, over and over and over again. 

“Did I just hear you say you didn’t think my cock would feel good? Do you want to go back to cumming on your fingers to the thought of me or do you want me to continue stretching your tiny little pussy out?” 

Tsukki never minced his words, but the sheer lewdness of them causes heat to rise in your face. “N-no Kei. Please help, shit, me. Wanna cum on your dick so b- so bad.” His answer is to push one of your legs back towards your shoulder, the new position and the curve of his cock has him hitting that spot inside you always struggled to reach. 

Every muscle in your body is tensed up, burning from the desire to cum. Shockwaves of pleasure radiating from your pussy reach the tips of your toes and through every hair on your head. 

Your walls are clenching around him, wanting him deeper, even though there isn’t really any room left for him. Your body is driven by lust and disregards any pain you should be feeling, rather interpreting it as a different octave of pleasure. 

You find your fingers on your chest, groping and tweaking your nipples, knowing that you get even more sensitive when you are ready to orgasm. “Kei, please cum in me, I wanna cum but I wanna, no I need to do it with you,” it sounds more like a moan or a plea than a request, but Tsukki was already struggling to hold back his own orgasm.

He took your lead, moving his mouth down to your chest and rolling your other nipple against his tongue. Simultaneously, he snakes a hand down to your vagina, to the spot you begged him to touch earlier and rubs meticulous circles on your puffy and neglected clit..

Your back arches off the floor at the first touch of your clit, and your cunt clenched around his dick, making it even harder for Tsukki to thrust in and out. Your orgasm is stronger than its ever been, you’re certain you blacked out for a minute, only coming to when you hear a hearty moan from Tsukki and another wave of warmth in your sex, this time coming from him.

His forehead pressed against your chest as he fucks you through both of your orgasms, hand still curling your clit, attempting to extend the euphoria you both feel for as long as he can. Your hands find their way into his hair and you gently tug and scratch his scalp, making him look up at you. 

Your face may be covered in tears, and spit but he’s never looked at you with more adoration. You continue to pull him up to your face, placing sweet kisses all over his face as you both ride out the last waves of your high, his dick still inside of you. Wincing as he pulls out to lay down on the floor, he ends up pulling you into an embrace.

You look over to his content face, illuminated by the television,  eyes closed with a ghost of a smile dancing over his lips before he murmurs, “I never knew Game of Thrones sex scenes were quite so realistic, but I’m not complaining.” 

“God, Tsukki you’re so annoying,” you say trying to shove him off of you with a laugh, but he just holds you tighter. 

“I like it better when you call me Kei.”

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[rogue-durin-16]

FIREWORKS AND STREAMERS

Request: I have been insecure about my curly hair lately and was wondering if you can you write something with one of the weasley twins where the reader is insecure about her curly hair and one of the twins makes her feel better.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Requested by: @wildcat1434

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none

A/N: So like, incoming fluff bc this idea was cute and sometimes I do be needing fluff, that's about it, enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

The relationship between me and my hair had always been... Bumpy, you could say.

There were periods in which I would find it quite lovely; during those times I would let my curls free, showing them off with a proud demeanor, knowing my hair was unique. Those times began to turn less and less usual since the middle of third year, though they were still there.

However, after the summer prior to my sixth year, those moments had banished; I only wished to hide my hair, and my friends ended up noticing. They told me surely there would be a spell or potion able to change my hair.

As if they had summoned it, the next day in Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall introduced us to what seemed like my salvation; Crinus Muto, an advanced spell that modified the caster's hair with no restrictions.

My best friend advised me against using it, claiming it wouldn't help my insecurity— if only, it would worsen it.

I really wanted to do as she had told me and completely dismiss the spell's existence, but two nights after I had a big mental breakdown about it, caused by the most stupid thing ever.

"Is Weasley staring at you or am I blind?" One of my friends whispered, her eyes trained on the Gryffindor table.

I didn't even bother to look up, not wanting to know whether it was true or not, before responding with a quiet "You're blind."

"I mean, it's hard to tell with two rows of students between us but," She nudged me, urging me to avert my gaze from my dinner and redirect it to Fred. "it kinda looks like he's... staring."

Curiosity killed the cat, I guess. My eyes finally left my plate and were, in fact, met with Fred's brown ones. As soon as they met, though, he looked away, pretending to be focused on his food, just like I had been doing seconds ago.

"Of course he's staring." Hannah Abbot, who sat right in front of my friend, commented with her mouth full. "Have you seen your hair?" She swallowed her food, looking me up and down before adding, "No offense, but it's an absolute mess." My eyes opened widely in shock at her bluntness. "You should take care of it, really."

"Has someone ever told you you're an ill-mannered bitch, Hannah?" I heard my friend talking back at the younger girl while I got up and started to make my way out of the Great Hall.

Of course, I didn't see Fred shooting up and attempting to go after me; ultimately he decided to stay in his place, since he saw my friend walking out too.

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I was very aware of all the pair of eyes that had been laid on me the very moment I entered the greenhouse where we would be doing the Herbology tasks.

When I had met my friends at the Hufflepuff common room that morning, I had received divided opinions about my straight hair. At first I had been very convinced that it looked way better than my curly hair, but seeing my friends' reaction, I wasn't that confident about it anymore.

I didn't have time to undo the spell before class, so I decided to go along with it and see how the day unfolded.

I took a deep breath, my eyes trained on the ground as I made my way to an empty seat; maybe there weren't that many people staring, maybe it was just my anxiety.

I finally gathered the courage and looked up, nervously scanning the glasshouse so I could shake off my fears.

There was only a couple of my peers staring, which would have put me at ease, if one of them wasn't Fred Weasley.

On top of it, of course, he wasn't even trying to be subtle, it was almost as if he wanted me to notice his judging eyes; I could feel his gaze on me for the entire class.

The instant Professor Sprout dismissed us, I shoved everything in my bag and left the greenhouse, thanking a couple of Gryffindors who complimented my hair on my way out.

Again, I didn't notice Fred leaving the class as soon as he could to run after me.

I threw my bag against a tree near the lake shore and, as I fell against it, I heard someone jogging in my direction.

"In a hurry to sit by the lake, Y/l/n?" I followed the tall ginger with my eyes while he circled me and sat down by me. "You alright?"

"I just needed a break from... People." I vaguely explained, focusing on the water instead of on the boy besides me.

"Understandable." He hesitated for a second before adding, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, it's fine." I surprised myself at how calmed and collected I sounded, as if I wasn't chatting with my crush.

"What happened to your hair?" His genuinely curious inquiry took me aback, and I struggled to find something to answer.

"Why?" My heartbeat picked up, anxiety inundating me once more. "You don't like it?"

"It looks weird." Fred looked at me up and down with a grimace. "You don't... Look like yourself." I was about to enter fight or flight mode, but he seemed to notice, and panic made its way to his face. "But it doesn't matter what I think," he was quick to add, his eyes wide open as if he knew he had said something he should have not. "I mean— I think it shouldn't matter, if you like it, that's great— I mean, you don't need my opinion about that either!"

"Calm down, I understand." I tried to reassure him, before his rambling drove the both of us crazy. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded with pursed lips, surely afraid he would fuck up if he spoke again. "I've been very insecure about my hair lately— like, very." I sighed. "My best friend told me not to straighten it, but last night I got a not so nice comment and—"

"So that's why you left?" I nodded, tugging my sleeves. Fred went silent for a moment, and then cleared his throat and scooted closer to me. "I know this won't do much, but I really love your hair. Kinda reminds me of fireworks and streamers." He gestured around his own head, mimicking the fireworks' movement. "Dunno I think is fun and pretty awesome." I raised my brows at him in surprise. "Like you."

"Aw, that's very sweet." He offered me a sheepish smile as I felt my cheeks blushing. "It does a lot, actually." I confessed, fidgeting with my rings. "I guess I kinda needed to hear something positive about my hair."

"Well, whenever you need to hear something positive about your hair," he pointed at himself. "I'm your man." He winked at me and I let out a chuckle. "I can also tell you positive things about you in general, but that has a price."

"And what is it?"

"You'll have to let me buy you a drink at The Three Broomsticks this Saturday." I tried not to let panic slip through my recently eased demeanor; was he asking me on a date? "And give me a kiss after." He wiggled his brows at me and my face turned red. "the kiss is negotiable."

I casted my gaze down, fixing it on my shoes, not sure of what I was supposed to say at that. His foot tapping mine snapped me out of my thoughts.

"So?" My eyes traveled to him once more, only to find his studying me already. "What do you say, Y/l/n?"

"Well," I shrugged, trying in vain to play nonchalant. "Seems like an affordable price, so it's fine by me."

"I'll pick you up after lunch, yeah?" Before I could agree, he gasped, his eyes going wide. "I'm a genius."

"Come again?" I frowned, confused as his sudden frantic behavior.

"Don't mind me, love." He jumped up and jogged towards the castle, leaving me puzzled in there. I was about to grab a book from my bag when Fred rushed back, crouched down and pecked my cheek. "Your hair's amazing." He assured me. "See you!" My fingertips graced my now flushed cheek as he headed off.

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I was finishing my lunch when two towering redheads entered the Hall running; while George, slowed down, Fred made a beeline to the Hufflepuff table, his casual clothes already on.

"Ready?" He asked breathless.

"Yeah— you didn't have lunch, did you?" I pointed out, getting up to stand in front of him.

"No, but I'll eat something later—" his eyes roamed over my carefully picked outfit before stating, "You look... very pretty."

"Why, thank you." I offered him a smile and looked over my shoulder at the Gryffindor table, where his friends were very attentive to all we did. "You sure you don't wanna eat something?"

"Hundred percent." He tilted his head towards the gates. "shall we?" He prompted to walk before him, and it was then that I realized he had his hands behind his back. Once we were out in the yard, he tugged my hand and made me turn to him. "I made something for you."

"You didn't have to." Was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard his words. Then the wording dawned on me; he didn't get me something, he made me something. "What is it?"

"So, you know that I told you your hair reminded me of fireworks and streamers?" I nodded, not quite knowing where he was going with that. "Well—" he then showed me what his back was hiding; a delicate, tiny firecracker with my name written on the side. "George helped me so I could finish it on time."

"I'm—" at my loss of words, I could only let out a happy laugh. "This is so cute— am I supposed to ignite it?"

"Duh!" I gently pushed his shoulder in response to his teasing. "Do you know how to do it?"

"I've seen you do it plenty of times." I admitted, grabbing the firecracker with one hand and my wand with the other; it looked so pretty, it was a pity I'd have to ruin it.

With a brief firemaking spell, the firecracker set off. Fred pulled me back slightly before it happened, though.

I was in awe at the beautiful fireworks before us, which looked like a color-changing, expanding version of my hair.

When the colors died out, I turned to Fred, whose attention was already on me, awaiting for a reaction. Surely, he was not expecting the kiss he got, but he didn't complain either; while my hands rested on his chest, his traveled to cup my cheeks before I could pull away.

"So you liked it?" He questioned quietly against my lips.

"I loved it." I whispered back with a wide smile. "You're a sweetheart." I pecked his lips before retreating. Holding his hand in mines, I made my way back into the castle. "We're not leaving until you have lunch."

"You are a sweetheart." He responded, following my lead without offering resistance. "By the way, your hair looks gorgeous." The corners of my lips twisted into a bigger smile at the sweet words he spoke only for me to hear as we went back into the Great Hall.

Maybe my hair wasn't that bad after all.

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[mallowstep]

(I came up with this au while in debate class so I'm calling it the Debate AU if you don't mind)

Tigerstar absolutely misread everything about Riverclan and fucked up so bad by keeping Stonefur, Mistyfoot Featherpaw, and Stormpaw alive and well and healthy but basically doing everything to Leopardstar that he does to Mistyfoot and Feathertail and Leopardstar in the Misty and Leopard AUs that Stone pulls a Scourge in front of all the clans and everyone looks at Stonefur in terror but Stonefur only has eyes for Leopardstar, who is leaning heavily on Mistyfoot. (Like Leopard is beat down, she's loosing hair, and she has deeply infected scratches on her shoulders.Stone and Misty fucking Hate Tigerstar for what he's done to this cat they've known all their lives.) Stonefur kicks Shadowclan the fuck out of Riverclan territory, Mistyfoot doesn't let Mudfur near Leopardstar (neither does Featherpaw, for that matter. She wasn't abused and she's healthy, but she was traumatized in-Tigerstar had her watch Mudfur abuse Leopardstar and Tigerstar himself told Featherpaw Greystripe thought the same things about her.) Featherpaw won't let any warriors in Leopardstar's den unless she's in there with Leopardstar ---so Featherpaw can protect Leopardstar. The silver furred apprentice curls around her leader, "I'm right here, Leopardstar. Stonefur and Mistyfoot are talking to the other clans and then they'll be back. Stonefur said he'd bring back your favorite." Featherpaw added, purring as she groomed Leopardstar's head. "Stormpaw said he went and got the best trinket for your new den though, and he thinks it's going to be your choice over uncle Stonefur's."

damn anon. thank you. hold on i'm going to engage.

also fair like. i'm. i'm out of the haze and not good at keeping track of au tags so. the only ones i'm really tagging for are the ones i'm like. still thinking about. stone au atm. just didn't want like. u to be. think it was a thing. i'm just tired 100% of the time. anyway.

cw: sexual assault, physical abuse, a few more detailed cws immediately under the cut

cws: parent being involved in sexual assault of child, child sexual abuse (via exposure)

cool. sometimes it's like. i dunno. anyway. sorry i said i'm tired but also very into this.

anyway /nm but also reminder to everyone that i have adhd and would prefer if you included paragraph breaks. obviously i just copy it into a document and add my own but. i appreciate when you save me the step. like i get it y'all've seen me ramble at Length in one paragraph before i just. appreciate it.

okay back on topic.

i'm going to sidestep riverclan related concerns for the sake of "angst good," lmao. riverclan related concerns being if i wasn't tired i could easily come up with a justification i'm just tired and lazy.

but like yeah like. uh. dammit i'm already opening up tpb books left and right. let me just.

"But common sense says there’ll be a battle, Firestar. I don’t need an omen from StarClan to tell me that."

oh my god can cinderpelt like. go and talk to all of the modern medicine cats so that they stop flipping out because starclan isn't answering their texts or whatever.

Remembering the wounded and devastated cats in the WindClan camp the day before, he had expected only a small group to come to Fourtrees. Instead practically every warrior must have been there.

i mean windclan has like five warriors but-

Firestar waved his tail to signal to the two united Clans—LionClan, he thought with a rush of pride. This was his destiny.

this is mostly for jace (assuming u see this) bc it's the whole "importance of lionclan existing" thing i was referring to. didn't bother to pull quotes on my dotc rant, but here u go.

so. point of canon divergence* is:

“Greetings, Tigerstar,” he meowed coolly. “You came, then. Not still looking for those prisoners you lost from RiverClan territory?” Tigerstar let out a snarl. “You’ll regret that day’s work, Firestar.” “Try and make me,” Firestar retorted.

* from firestar's pov

bc obviously that didn't happen.

no, what happens is firestar sees -- blackfoot and darkstripe and.

leopardstar.

firestar harbours no affection for riverclan's leader. but. even from a distance, he can see her ribs. he'd be surprised she was standing on her own, if he wasn't processing everything else going on.

he doesn't see this part.

Mistyfoot's tail flicks to Stonefur's shoulder, and he nods. They've only exchanged a few words, only had a brief moment, but they're ready.

Stonefur glances back. Featherpaw and Stormpaw are out of the way. He hopes, if this goes wrong, they have the sense to run. If they had the chance, he would have told them to skirt the edge of TigerClan and try to make it as deep into ThunderClan's territory as they could.

He hopes they have the sense to figure that out for themselves.

Firestar is exposing Tigerstar's plans. RiverClan doesn't react. There's not much they'd be surprised by, Stonefur muses. If Firestar told them Tigerstar killed his own kit, he doesn't think he'd be shocked.

Mistyfoot slips towards the front of the crowd. Leopardstar doesn't know, of course. Stonefur has barely had the chance to say two words to her in the past moon. He slinks around to the space between the Clans.

Firestar finishes his speech. No one says anything. Firestar looks takenaback. He glances towards Leopardstar; Stonefur does too. Mistyfoot is watching him, but she's looking at the ground.

A part of Stonefur wants to say, "That's not all." Because, as he starts to run, preparing to leap at Tigerstar, he wants them to know why. He wants them to know what Tigerstar has done. He wants them to revel in Tigerstar's death.

But he doesn't.

Tigerstar sees him, of course. Stonefur isn't trying to be subtle.

"You," Tigerstar growls.

Say it, Stonefur thinks. Tell them what you've done.

But Tigerstar doesn't.

The actual fight is a blur. He doesn't think he is himself again, until Tigerstar's corpse twitches and stills, and he looks towards Leopardstar. Mistyfoot has inserted herself between Leopardstar and Blackfoot, and Stonefur nods minutely.

It's over now.

the clans, of course, are...shocked. riverclan has no complaints, and while...everyone (more or less) is happy tigerstar is dead, but...for thunderclan and windclan, stonefur just murdered him without direct provocation. and the fact that he killed him nine times? direct violation of a warrior doesn't need to kill.

like. if they Knew, they would think stonefur just. but they don't know.

and riverclan doesn't want to explain and shadowclan doesn't want to explain and no i'm not at this moment figuring out what happens wrt bloodclan and so forth. i just wanted to set that scene.

yeah. no idea what happens next in a lot of places here. but.

everyone goes home.

("Your territory," Stonefur growls.

"Obviously," Blackfoot says.)

mistyfoot takes leopardstar to her den. stonefur tells stormpaw to run to thunderclan and ask for their medicine cat. tells him to say it's urgent and he can't explain here. tells him that if they want to send her with a warrior or two, don't argue. just get her here.

featherpaw stations herself outside leopardstar's den.

stonefur feels like he should say something. he's still covered in tigerstar's blood.

"we're taking this down," he says, "now."

they dismantle the bonehill.

once the process has been started, stonefur lets the rest of the warriors finish, and grooms himself and washes in the river until he's satisfied every trace of blood has been taken care of.

he's about to see her when stormpaw arrives with cinderpelt and...hm. sandstorm.

(cinderpelt was there. she saw leopardstar. she can start to put pieces together.)

stonefur greets them, and featherpaw goes to tell mistyfoot and leopardstar, and the adrenaline is fading, his limbs starting to tremble. when's the last time he got any real sleep?

"Stormpaw said you needed a medicine cat," Cinderpelt says.

"We do."

"Did something happen to Mudfur?"

"He can't do this." Stonefur's tail flicks. "We need someone to look at Leopardstar -- you can use our herbs, of course, whatever you need."

Cinderpelt blinks. She's a young cat, Stonefur thinks, too young to be looking at him like she understands. Maybe it's part of being a medicine cat.

"Right then. Does Leopardstar know I'm coming?"

"Featherpaw is telling her."

and stonefur isn't going to follow cinderpelt into leopardstar's den.

for one, it's crowded enough, and he'd probably just get kicked out. for another, he doesn't know what leopardstar and cinderpelt will talk about, but -- he doesn't want to force himself into it.

cinderpelt stays for a while. sandstorm runs proxy, taking some herbs to her, but then she stays with cinderpelt. stonefur has probably been up for over a day when cinderpelt and sandstorm nod.

"take some prey before you leave," he says. "riverclan won't forget this."

"i went over some things with mistyfoot," cinderpelt says. "always good to have some basic herb knowledge."

cats don't have a direct analogue for kissing, but stonefur could kiss cinderpelt for having the grace to say that without letting on why. it's not like riverclan doesn't know. everyone knows.

but.

it's still appreciated.

As the sun rises, Stonefur stands, facing into Leopardstar's den.

"Can I come in?"

Her eyes are watching him. Even they have been changed: no longer the brilliant gold he remembers, but something brassy and dull.

"Of course."

Featherpaw slips past him, taking his place as sentry. She needs to sleep, Stonefur thinks, but it might be best to wait until she's too exhausted to keep her eyes open. He's not above carrying her back to her den like a kit.

Leopardstar starts to stand.

"Don't," Stonefur says. "It's alright."

He hates that seeing her like this is not foreign to him.

Mistyfoot curls up, her eyes closed, a compromise. Stonefur sinks to the ground. "Can I -- do anything?"

Leopardstar looks at the empty space in her nest. "Would you stay with me?"

"Of course." (Anything.)

yeah. uh. i think like. i dunno. it's not like tigerstar ever showed leopardstar a single ounce of kindness. so. uh. am i using that as an excuse to sidestep angst? no. no i am not. well. not entirely. but Damn leopardstar needs a hug.

that she can initiate and control.

but still. she's desperately deprived of positive human contact and as someone who cried once because someone put their hand on my shoulder and i hadn't touched another human being in like six months. i think she needs it.

ohh boy yeah. i think y'all know me well enough to know where i'd go with that angle.

so let me turn my attention to featherpaw. i started answering this ask like an hour ago. anon i love you.

featherpaw has. uh. she's got a Lot of problems. as you can probably understand.

i'd say let's start at the top, but i'm not sure where that is, so let's start with her relationship to stormpaw, because i think that should get fucked up. i think...you know how stormpaw says, "i won't let him kill us"? and. yeah.

but there's never One Moment here and stormpaw realizes way too late and featherpaw feels like...you know like. everyone who is supposed to help her is failing her. she can't really blame leopardstar, and mistyfoot clearly feels bad, and stonefur like. idk what he was doing but she's solidly neutral on him.

could tigerstar try to fuck all of that up? of course he could. do i want to write featherpaw and stonefur arguing about leopardstar? i've already written a lot of something blindingly similar, so not at the moment.

anyway. the relationship i will freely fuck with is stormpaw. i think not because of anything specific, i think tigerstar just gets in her head and she looks like her mother (something tigerstar brings up) and stormpaw takes after their father and he keeps acting like everything is normal and.

at the end of the day, there's this gulf between them that he keeps stepping into.

so yeah. not to mention greystripe. like. fuck.

"Featherpaw!" Greystripe waves his tail at his daughter, and she flinches.

oh hey i hit the grammar cut off again. let me. i learned how to do this okay i'm going to insert some kind of dummy image or something to reset the counter.

there it's a link to my tumblr but i've got grammar checking again xd

moving on.

featherpaw doesn't want to talk to greystripe. it's not Strictly that she thinks what tigerstar said was true (although she's not sure it isn't), but that. just looking at him sets off a loop in her head.

uh. does anyone explain this to greystripe? no. because the cats who could are:

leopardstar (doesn't want to talk about it)

mudfur (doesn't want to talk about it)

mistyfoot (but only by inference, and doesn't consider explaining things to greystripe a priority)

featherpaw (doesn't want to talk about it and doesn't want to talk to greystripe)

so yeah. no. he's in the Dark.

one of the first priorities is building leopardstar a new den. and decorating it. that's part of building a den i just wanted to clarify and.

featherpaw takes it seriously. because. you know. beauty begets beauty.

she doesn't want...stormpaw is ready to jump straight into sharing a den with old apprentice friend dawnpaw. maybe they never stopped.

but featherpaw? doesn't feel safe there. (doesn't feel safe anywhere.)

especially as she's getting older and tigerstar certainly implied and-

she's not sleeping very well.

mistyfoot and stonefur are trying to help her but they're not therapists! they don't know what to do! featherpaw clearly is dealing with shit but how do they help her??? they have no idea!!! how would they?

in a very strange inverse of canon, leopardstar and featherpaw develop a close relationship. leopardstar feels like she failed to protect featherpaw. featherpaw just. doesn't know. she doesn't know what she feels or thinks or knows and like: leopardstar doesn't. she doesn't need to explain herself to leopardstar.

she's in a big sister role to the kits, i think.

uh. yeah. featherpaw. she is not taking any of this well.

sooner or later greystripe corners her (because he doesn't know) and she's having a panic attack and leopardstar is like "you are never allowed to talk to her ever again" and greystripe is like "what the fuck did i do" and someone (mistyfoot?) finally explains.

uh. what else.

stonefur + leopardstar + featherpaw cuddle pile? leopardstar is in the centre. she feels kind of weird about that because she can tell featherpaw is like. going through this whole. uh. whats the. fuck.

like. featherpaw feels like she needs to protect her and leopardstar doesn't really want to encourage that but on the otherhand it's kind of nice that featherpaw is right here because tigerstar 100% used to threaten her to leopardstar and-

yeah.

uh.

i started writing two hours ago so i'm just going to post.

#ask #anon #mine #i approve of this au so much #clearly #had a lot of thoughts #debate au

[pazii]

!! - A long post

For context : I envisioned Fontaine being similar to 18th century France (there's a large disparity between the rich and the poor, Enlightenment period and there's a tension between the divine and mortals) and when it comes to the judicial system, I can see it being ruled by the whims of the Hydro Archon. I hc that only a handful of people across Teyvat knows about the poverty problem.

Aude was an orphan and grew up in one of the orphanage in the capital of Fontaine ; where learned how to read and write. When she was about 8 years old, a famine caused by a bad season, forced the orphanage to kick out some of the kids that had no hopes of being adopted and she was one of them.

Thankfully, one of the older kids (named Pierrot) that were also kicked out took her under his wing. At first, they were a group of 5 children depending on Pierrot who was basically working a lot of odd jobs for them to survive. Of course, they were also working but they aren't getting paid as much.

A year or so later, Pierrot got a job as a sailor, which paid a livable wage. He basically had no choice but to leave Aude as the caretaker of the 4 other kids.

The first 4 months went smoothly, Aude got a job as a servant of a daugther of a rich merchant, she basically followed her everywhere, even in her private classes. That's when she realised that she had a passion for learning and all things science. With her salary and Pierrot's salary (bc he sends back his money) she could properly feed the 4 other children under her care.

Until, another famine hit Fontaine, this time it was worse than the previous one, since the government didn't properly handled the crisis. This time the food weren't equally distributed and the Hydro Archon, goddess of Justice didn't do anything about it.

In the end, she was the only one who survived the famine. Two of the children she took care died of cold/dysentry/fever and one of them disappeared.

With this news, Pierrot came home to take care of Aude who was all alone at this point (and depressed). Since, he knew that Aude really liked to learn, he paid her lessons and books. To the teacher's surprise Aude was able to keep up with ease with her lessons.

** Aude is by no means a genius but she's easily remembers things she likes. She also studies often.**

With the recommendation of her teacher, she was sent to a school in Sumeru. Pierrot was more than happy to finance her studies.

Her time in Sumeru would be the best time of her life. Aude was living a better life than the one she was used to. When she finally graduated what is essentially the equivalent of highschool. She enrolled and was accepted at a University in Fontaine, to live with Pierrot (they are lovers at this point).

When she returned in Fontaine, there was a noticable tension between the divine and the mortals. Even the rich weren't happy about the status quo.

Around this time her lover admitted that he had been working as an informant to an underground group that wants the Hydro Archon to step down and let the people choose their government.

At first Aude was skeptical about the group but she wasn't opposed to Pierrot working as their informant.

Fast forward a couple of months and someone snitched about the group. Since most of the people in the group were affliated to the Hydro Archon (they were nobles), most of them were graced by the Archon. Only a few of them (sons/daugthers of merchants, the paid workers) were severely punished, including her lover.

Since this was the highest of offense a mortal could do, the punisment were so severe that no one survived.

At this point, Aude was disillusioned to the fact that the Hydro Archon's judgment were fair and just. If that were the case, the Archon would've understand that Pierrot was only trying to earn a living. This lead her and the others who were wronged to re-create another group to seize control over Fontaine. They were more weary towards those affiliated to the Archon and the nobles.

Despite this, Aude learned to move on but she still believes that a reform should be done.

****

How she obtained her Vision : (she's has a Geo Vision and is a pole arm wielder)

Her thesis was about how the elemental energy was stored/generated in a Vision. For this, she studied in Liyue where she knows a lot of minerals were imbued with elemental energy, a great plus is that you can find anything in Liyue. That's where she bought what was supposed to be an empty Vision (it's holders have thrown it away or passed away). Upon touching the gem, it glowed bright gold, revealing a new Geo Vision.

Aude was very angry that day.

****

I really pushed it when it comes to tragic backstory. I hope her backstory doesn't feel cliche 🤔. Feedback is appreciated :3

Wow!! It was so fun to read through! Ngl I love history and kinda a nerd about it so how you wrote Fontaine is so amazing!

Her backstory is amazingly written!! I love it! It's definitely not cliche it's very logical and explains how Aude became the person she is today! She is such an interesting character with so much story to unpack!! I definitely hope the Canon Fontaine will be as interesting as your version!

With everything she had gone through and learned throughout her life I can only guess how she felt when she received her vision..Learning more about Aude makes me appreciate and love her so much more 💕

Please keep it up!!

#pazii answers

[andrewjostn]

So I based this off of this song about a girl who likes to dance with her ghosts and doesn't want to leave, so I turned this into a fic about kit (+livvy, will, tessa, Jem, and some tlh peeps), a sad but sweet kinda thang I hope you guys enjoy it

@allyreynclds bc idk your undying support makes my heart go 💓💞✨

also sorry if there is no keep reading thing, if i use my computer it changes it to look weird if you look at the high school fic you'll understand, it changes into html on my phone when it wasn't on my laptop,, if anyone knows how to help please message me!!

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Kit wordlessly walked through the halls of his now home for a year, there was a book placed under his arm and a look of concentration on his face as if he was trying to remember something important.

He silently pushed the door to the ballroom open the only sound the creaking of the door as it was moved. Kit closed the door behind him with a quiet thud, he leant against the door and sighed.

After a moment Kit moved across the floor the only sound his echoing footsteps against it. He reached the piano that was placed towards the back of the room and sat down at it. He placed the book he had purchased on the small stand.

Jem had mentioned how Jace plays piano and how Will had also played piano, Kit didn't know who Will was but Jem had spoke about him with great fondness and love in his eyes. So Kit had thought the only right thing was to try and learn piano and by how he was going it was hard.

Moments later he let his head fall with a clunk onto the piano, he couldn't understand these notes for the life of him or understand which keys were which, he closed his book and sighed. He needed something that would take his mind away.

Kit had been having a great time in Devon but even in the times admist that fun the thought of Ty would slip in his head no matter how unwelcome it was.

Kit placed his fingers over the keys and decided to screw it, he didn't need to learn off a book he could learn by how it sounded and what sounded right. Silently he closed his eyes and let his fingers glide across the keys making a beautiful yet heart-wrenching melody.

When Kit had finished he opened his eyes and stared in disbelief, he did that. He looked up from the piano and saw a shimmery figure of a girl sitting on the piano.

"That was beautiful, Kit."

Kit held the urge to get up and run towards her with a hug. "Livvy." His voice was just a whisper but she heard it. "H-how are you here?" He asked slowly getting up, tears now glistened on his cheeks.

"It takes a lot of my energy to leave Ty but I had to pay a visit to see," she faltered slightly, "there are many other people who would like to see you too." Livvy said calmly.

"If you mean anyone from LA then—"

"No, I don't mean anyone from LA." Livvy stood up from the piano and moved over towards Kit. "You play the piano like one of your ancestors, horribly sad music from the heart."

Kit looked at her in question but her gaze wasn't on him it was on a figure who had appeared behind him. Kit whirled around to see another shimmy figure this time with black hair and blue eyes. The man made a disappointed sound.

"What is it with all the Herondales these days having blonde heads," He seemed to be visibly upset by this until he moved his gaze to Kit's face.

"Who—uh Livvy?" Kit asked looking sidelong at her.

"He is rather caught up on how none of the Herondales had inherited his dark hair," She said clearly amused, "He's Will Herondale, Kit."

Kit looked at Will with newfound interest, so this was Jem and Tessa's Will, the person they talked about both with so much love and sadness.

Kit quickly wiped the tears off of his cheeks before turning back around to see Will staring at the ballroom floor.

"How are my Jem and Tessa?" He asked airily.

Kit didn't know what to say really, they are going to have a baby? they are very happy? He settled on the latter. "They are quite happy,"

Will nodded smiling ever so slightly, "Tell them I'm waiting for the days we can all be reunited once more."

In almost a blink of an eye the ballroom floor was covered in shimmering figures. Kit watched as Will moved into the crowd and took the hand of lady with the same dark hair and blue eyes, her own partner frowning in calm dislike.

Somewhere the sound of music started playing and the shimmering figures started finding their partners and dancing.

"Who are all these people?" Kit asked in wonder, watching as the figures moved around the room like water in a stream. It was rather beautiful.

"Well the hand that Will took was his sister's, Cecily Lightwood, she married Gabriel Lightwood who Will and him share quite a dislike for each other though it's settled to they won't admit they like each other."

Kit nodded, so some of these people were his family and others his friends family, it was quite a beautiful scene.

"Who are those two?" Kit had gestured to a couple one with dark hair and gold eyes and the other dark red hair and black eyes. The boy looked like he didn't want to be dancing but was doing it anyways for his partner.

"That's James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs, they are married too. James is one of Will and Tessa's children and Cordelia is Emma's ancestor, back then Cordelia had Cortana."

Kit nodded completely taken in by all these people, "How do you know who all these people are."

"I was dead for a little while Kit, and while they had all moved on sometimes we like to visit the earthly plain." She said calmly.

Kit continued to ask who people were and Livvy would answer. Names were swirling around his head, Anna, Grace, Lucie, Alastair, Matthew, Thomas, Gideon, Alexander, Sophie, Charlotte, Henry... parabatai, married, friends... there were so many families and they were all so close.

Eventually Livvy looked at Kit, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Kit smiled, "Of course."

Kit and Livvy moved onto the dance floor, Kit lifted his hand which Livvy tentatively placed her own over hovering slightly over his. Kit held his hand at her waist keeping from touching her and Livvy keeping her hand a hairs breath away from Kit's shoulder.

At first their movement was clunky until each adjusted to not being able to touch the other and they moved as gracefully as they could.

"How's Ty been?" Kit asked, breaking the silence between them. He looked away from her face, they looked so alike it made his heart ache.

"He's doing okay, he has been better. I'm sure he would be better with you there instead of a ghost sister." She said shaking her head ever so slightly.

Kit sighed, "I—just, yeah—" He gave up trying to form words and decided to look around the room instead.

All the shimmering figures together were beautiful, Kit's breath hitched in his throat so he turned his gaze back to Livvy.

"When will you go?" Kit asked the feeling of sadness washing over him like the ocean does over sand.

"Soon, my energy is draining," She hesitated for a moment, "Once I leave they will leave too, except Will he'll stick around a bit longer." She said smiling a little sadly.

"I'm sure he'll keep great company," Kit said smiling slightly, "not as great as yours though."

Livvy smiled. "I must go." She said sadly reaching up to Kit's face to wipe away a tear he didn't know he had shed, she quickly dropped her hand realising she couldn't touch him.

"If I never see you again, this was nice." Kit said wiping away his tears as more took their place, he watched as Livvy slowly disappeared and soon the others began fading too and the music coming to a halt.

Kit now stood alone on the dance floor, not exactly alone just as Livvy said Will had stuck around.

"I know I'm not exactly the one you wanted to stay, but I'll do my best." He said warily offering a smile.

Kit nodded, quickly wiping his tears away, "It's okay, she has a brother that needs more care than me besides I have you." He grinned openly, barely any hints of sadness.

Will smiled too.

Kit heard footsteps on the echoing floors and looked away from Will to see Tessa and Jem walking towards him.

"There you are, Kit," Jem said smiling warmly. He always smiled at Kit and looked at him with a kind expression, Kit appreciated it a lot.

"Dinner's ready, we didn't want to start without you." Tessa said smiling too. They both smiled and loved Kit so much, it was almost a shock sometimes.

"Okay," He looked over to Will who was watching the two a sad smile on his face, "But we are going to need an extra chair for our guest." He said smiling. Will looked over in surprise but he too smiled.

"Guest?" Tessa asked raising her eyebrows slightly, clearly intrigued.

"Yeah, Will." Kit said smiling at Jem and Tessa looking sidelong at Will. "I guess there will be some catching up then."

#kit herondale #hc #kit herondale fic #fic #tsc #livvy blackthorn #headcanon #fan fiction #the shadowhunter chronicles #livvy and kit fic #livvy and kit give me the uwus #herondale #blackthorn #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #tlh #the last hours #twp #the wicked powers #mollie wriites

[definitelyskam]

Two things about the Chill Out Clip

First, at the risk of sounding preachy, i'd like to remind everyone (myself included, bc sometimes i also forget) that Skam and its remakes are supposed to be real-life depictions of teenage life, self-discoveries, mistakes, poor judgement, bad decisions, and lessons learned.

So, Zoya—

We see her seemingly having a great time talking to Hunter, but knowing her, i personally think she's just enjoying raining insults on him while educating him in her usual snarky way. But people think it's not the case, and so she's being hypocrite for saying Jo shouldn't let Jordan get away for his sexist remark, when she herself is letting Hunter get away with basically the same thing, wc, again, is not what she's doing here. But let's say she is, it's just to show that she's not perfect, has a tendency to be self-righteous, sees other people's flaws but not hers, and therefore sometimes contradicts herself, which is realistic bc everyone is like that in real life, right? I mean, scroll through your posts in the past and try to remember the things you've done in your life and tell me that you haven't at least once contradicted yourself, and i won't believe you.

Also, Zoya had insulted Hunter right back that day in the cafeteria, so clearly she just meant that Jo should have mouthed Jordan off instead of saying thank you, which by the way, in my opinion, coupled with her ultra sweet smile, actually meant f**** you so much, Pen-Jo, but i know, right? Then her "yeah" reply in a duh tone to Zoya was her saying, it's not worth getting worked up over, sister, hold your horses.

With these two polar reactions Skam Austin is showing us that their are two ways to deal with Jordan's comment. We can either take the Zoya route, or we can take the Jo route, and both are okay, but we don't always have to take everything seriously and it's always smart to pick our fights.

And, pls, can we just let Zoya enjoy a little banter and chemistry with someone while she's waiting for her Yousef? Just bc sparks fly between two people doesn't always mean that they're going to fall in love or enter into a relationship. Especially not in Zoya's case, because, among other things, Yousef.

Now about the Graniel/Wilsen kiss.

Id be lying if i said i didnt expect more, bc i did. The clip was too short, and people say it felt rushed, but I think it just seemed that way, bc we're now used to watching four versions of Noora fight their feelings until the last minute. I so wanted Grace to say the lines that Noora said right before she kissed William, but I kind of understand why they skipped that part. Unlike Noora (and the other Nooras) we've seen Grace struggled with her growing feelings for Daniel longer than Noora did for William.

I mean, twice they almost kissed!

While Noora could hardly sit next to William on their first date, Grace didn't mind sitting close to Daniel, really close, and she almost let him kiss her, on theirs! Then that morning in Daniel's room, she was clearly ready to surrender to him finally, despite him being all the things she hated in a guy, and Daniel saw that—Grace knew Daniel saw that.

But then the whole brother thing happened and her walls came back up.

But last night, right before she ran after Daniel, she was just so done fighting her feelings, and there was really no point enumerating to Daniel the reasons why she didn't like him, bc as i said, they both know she's already come to terms with that fact for quite a while now. So for her, running after him was just all about finally letting go and having her heart's desire. Noora, on the other hand, hadn't really had enough time to accept her feelings for William, so she said those awful (but true) things as last attempt to convince and remind herself why she shouldnt be with him, wc obviously she failed. So yeah, with that perspective, Grace and Daniel finally coming together wasn't rushed at all.

#skam #noorhelm #skam austin #wilsen #graniel #grace olsen #daniel williamson #sorry for the long essay lol

[juunshua]

Oh dw about it love - i've been recovering from surgery so I wasn't sure if I sent in the ask or it it was a part of an elaborate pain-medication-induced dream. Def agree with soyang because I feel that same way whenever I listen to that performance. I was expecting support but not fucking resonance on nearly every! fucking! note! (pls excuse my language), like she needed to in order to breathe. Fuck man that song touched my soul and made me walk around holding it. The percision, the ease (1/)

The agility, the clarity. Just. Fuck. As for jeonghan, I think it's a mixture of both. Even back in 17tv, he had a decent sense of rhythm and how to not hurt himself. There's a clip of Joshua teaching jeonghan choreo and jeonghan does it with better distributed strength. From what Ive seen every member's technique has gotten better, just that some of them seem to be more focused on the final shape whereas others are focused on the movement, which is why Jeonghan stands out because he (2/)Seems to have gone for both and boy does it pay off. Seungkwan too also has a good understanding of the fundamentals. Maybe because he has spent so much time with Vernon and hoshi but nevertheless he is a vocalist who is more comfortable than not with dancing. Idk of he can freestyle an eight count yet but definite improvement from where he was in adore u. As for choreo like thanks, idk if there is one bc its a mixture of many genres and styles characteristic of certain choerographers (3/).There's Paula Abdul in the transitions, Bob fosse in the staging, KK Harris in the speed and smoothness, and a little of Fred astire in the grace. Then underneath all of that is the physical movement with modern, contemporary jazz, and soft hip hop. Quite a few formally trained dancers come to mind. Victoria, Fei and Jia (formerly of miss A) Winwin (NCT) Cheng Xiao (WJSN) in traditional Chinese dance. Daisy (Momoland) Yein (Lovelyz) in ballet. Gayoung and Junyeol (Stellar) in jazz (3/)Woosung (Snuper) Kyungil (formerly of History) Hwall (The Boyz) and Momo (Twice) all did contemporary. Sinb (gfriend) was also heavily involved in the jazz dance scene in her youth. Im sure I've forgotten some people but there has been a definite increase in the number of idols with studio training. Before it used to be only Stephanie and Lee Joon. Thats not to say theyve kept up with technique but it comes through in how they prepare themselves for certain moves or phrases (5/).Foot over knee isn't ideal but a stylistic decision. If you want to see a performance taht combinds good technique with artistry, I encourage you to check out the six flying dragons stage at ultra dance festival. Banging choreo, song is a tune, and everyone does well. Believe it or not, JYP and SM actually have had some of the most well balanced groups in terms of dancing. More so in the past but pretty reliable in making sure their dancers don't get hurt because theyre doing something wrong (6)

ahhh i hope everything went well with the surgery!and yes she is an absolute queen!! technical approach + thinking about something musically + putting a lot of emotions in a song isn’t! impossible! to do! all! at once!!!ooh movement vs final shape, what’s the difference? like the transition to the move verse making sure the final pose looks nice? ooh are hoshi and vernon the better dancers in the group or? also yeah i don’t know much about the technical aspects of dancing but boo, to me, seems to at least have some control over his body when it comes to dancing? alskdjf idk what im trying to say. like idk if he’s doing things technically right, but i do like how his dancing looks like to my eyes but hooray! im glad that all the members have been improving at least in their dance! i went back and rewatched a lot of jeonghan fancams, and although i cant see anything personally in terms of what he’s doing right and what he’s doing wrong, watching him was a real pleasure!! ohhh thank you for answering the question about thanks!! i should look into those choreographers bc i quite frankly have no knowledge about them! and ahh ur kpop knowledge seems to expand vaster than mine. i do know a lot of these groups but i didn’t know a lot of them had people actually formally trained, nor that there were significantly fewer people in the past. but i feel as though bc the market just keeps getting more saturated, ur bound to find more people formally trained in dancing of some sort? and im sure having formal training is an asset when companies do pick trainees so ? and alsjdf i was about to ask that, that whether or not any of them maintained what they learned in the studio, esp since a lot of ppl become trainees at such a young age, they may not necessarily continue those more private dance lessons? im not sure how trainee life works but. i just watched that performance and it was absolutely gorgeous!!!! its really amazing when groups can come together and put together spectacular performances like that one wow that was really good...the girl in the beginning (stephanie i think?) stole the entire performance but thats just me. i couldnt leave my eyes off her she was the highlight for me. oh jyp too? im not surprised about sm since they’re pretty ok with voice technique, so it would make sense theyd be good about dance technique too, but jyp hmm thats so interesting! although i guess compared to singing, dancing is a bit more, structured in society’s eyes? im sure people realize the importance of not overexerting and damaging ur actual physical body (whereas it wouldnt be /as/ obvious with ur voice i suppose?) so maybe they realize that at jyp but laksdj im glad like the big three at the v least i think should have the money and resources to make sure their trainees and idols aren’t hurting themselves while they do their job (idk what ** is doing but you know) 

#replies #technique anon #dancer anon #WAIT LET ME ANSWER UR other one #anon

[enchantechante]

Isn't it dumb to think two people shouldn't be together because they have different career goals? My bf and I have been together for two years and have been discussing marriage,living together etc. His parents feel like we're not a good fit because he's a soon to be engineer and I'm in school to become a criminologist.What also has me confused is how at first he wasn't sure if he should agree with them or not. Smh.He's been used by every woman he's been with so his parents want him to be with someone who has more than him(money etc). He recently graduated and doesn't have a job in his field yet.I have two jobs,my own and have never asked him for one thing.I also help him out when he needs it because I have more than him so I'm not understanding what's up with his parents.I just think they don't like me because of my independence and want him to be with a woman who'll depend on him. All I know is,with them in our business...it makes me want to leave him.I don't have time for no bullshit.I'm trying to do major things and I'm a good woman who does not deserve any of this.

When Im this angry I like to ask myself - will any of this matter in 5 years?

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Honestly? All of this is important but not worth breaking up or arguing. Nobody knows the future and its unnecessary stress thinking abt the possibilities.

Be patient. You dont want to make a decision in the seat of your emotion youll regret or cant take back. Give his parents grace. Imagine how burned up you would be if your child only has ever been with women who have used him. And there was nothing you could do about him and his new girlfriend - even though she seems different. They sound triggered af.

Youre going to have to deal w them for a while. So set them up for how you want to be treated by being more positive (grateful, kind, patient, open minded/hearted, compassionate, reassuring etc) than negative (critical, short, commanding/demanding, impatient, unforgiving, dismissive etc). Small gestures count. You dont have to fake it.

Because they dont have any warm fuzzy memories w u theyll just go from concern/fear > indifference > contempt. aim more for concern/fear> observing objectively/curiosity > compassion > gratitude. you have to sow those small seeds every opportunity life gives you first. Cause they clearly aint got it in em.

Set a boundary in your relationship to stop talking about breaking up if you both dont want to. Some couples mention it so much it accidentally manifests. Realistically, no ones opinion abt a relationship matter until the ppl in the relationship make it matter. Is your career a personal concern of your bfs or is he concerned bc he doesnt know how to address his parents about it?

I think you would feel a lot better if you and your bf went from talking about your future to planning it. To help both of you move forward towards a common goal instead of fixating too much on the opinions of others.

Remember its everyone vs. the problem not everyone vs. each other. I know you know that but some people need time. lol

#t #text #relationships #in laws #anonymous #q and a #relationship #advice