#i like so many more than that but my brain said noooooo

[onlyhuis]

april 20th: pot luck

member | fwb!chan x f reader genre | smut, fwb to lovers word count | 3.2k synopsis | you're no stranger to smoking in the park on 4/20, but smoking in the park while chan begs you to let him make you cum? that's new. content warnings | marijuana use (smoking), there's angst for like 3 seconds but not really smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, oral (reader receiving), fingering, sexual acts in a semi-public setting (they're in a secluded area of a park), sexual acts while high, shotgunning, chan is clingy & cute when he's high :) disclaimer | this story is a work of fiction. both chan and reader are portrayed as consenting adults above the legal age of 21. always make sure your partner is someone you trust and have talked with beforehand while sober. remember to practice safe, consensual sex! notes | requested by @angelwoozi 🧸!! this concept is going to sit in my brain forever now agsdjkfahsd i hope you like it! also tagging @bitchlessdino because it would be a sin if i didn't. happy 420!

you hold the pre-rolled joint between your fingers, watching the way the thin smoke spirals off the end of it. chan holds out his hand as you exhale, and you pass it back to him for him to take his turn.

it's the secluded end of the park, where the trees are thicker and shadier and the grass is always a little bit damp, even during hot summer afternoons. a cool breeze blows today, and distantly you can hear birds chirping and the shuffling footfalls of joggers making their way around the park's running paths.

you lay back, settling down on top of the worn, quilted picnic blanket you keep in your car. for the first time in a while the weather's been nice enough to draw you outside, spring gradually melting into summer.

he holds the joint out towards you but you wave him off, so he sets it at the edge of his ashtray, the little yellow painted one you made him for his birthday in a ceramics class from a few semesters ago.

chan leans back too, propping himself up on one elbow as he reaches for his water bottle absently.

laying on your back, you can see each leaf on the tree, and when the wind blows you can see bits of blue sky peeking through the swaying branches. you hear chan call your name, but you ignore him, just wanting to watch the world go by for a moment. or maybe, you just pretended to hear him call your name. you seem to do that a lot recently, imagining him doing things until you aren't sure what's real or dreamed.

ever since new year's eve when you accidentally on-purpose slept with him and then maybe kept sleeping with him for months afterward, nothing's been the same. despite the fact that you definitely like him as more than just a friend you have sex with, you’ve never talked about it with him because he seems more than fine with keeping things simple; you wish he didn’t, but you don’t want to push him, so you just stick to having sex and sharing your weed.

it turns out him calling your name was, in fact, real, because a few seconds later you see his figure looming over you, blocking your view of the leaves and the sky.

your words come out lilted. "what is it, chan?"

"can i eat you out?"

you blink slowly a few times, thinking and processing his sentence and repeating it in your head so many times until you'd forgotten what he'd actually said.

"eating what? we had tacos earlier. i’ll make you a sandwich or something when we go back, i told you you should’ve brought more snacks to munch on."

“noooooo.” he whines and flops down onto the blanket on his side. "wanna eat you," he grumbles. his fingers find your arm and begin drawing shapes and patterns along your skin as he waits for your response.

it finally clicks in your mind what he's asking, and with much effort you roll your head over to look at him. "why?"

"because it's a nice day outside," he says, fingers trailing down to your wrist. "and i like it. oh my god, you're so hot. like… woah. why wouldn't i want to?"

your heart jumps, and you can't tell if it's completely from his words or mixed with how stoned you are, but you feel so happy. he sounds almost affectionate.

you shift your legs, your pants starting to grow uncomfortable the more you begin to think about chan between your thighs. it's a sight you're familiar with, but one you can never quite seem to get used to.

you throw your arm over your head, tugging gently at the cool grass beneath your fingertips to ground you to earth. "but there's sooo many people out, chan," you say, a little more giddy than you intend. "you’re too high. somebody'll see."

he closes his eyes slowly and furrows his brow, thinking deeply.

"put your bag here, then," he says finally, rolling over onto his stomach to grab your tote bag from the edge of the blanket and haul it over to your hip. it was a good idea in theory, but in reality it barely covers a tiny part of your body, and it would only be effective at blocking his head from onlookers at a very specific angle.

his fingers brush over your thigh on accident, and you sigh, legs parting just slightly. chan doesn't seem to notice, though; he's latched himself to your arm again, tracing his name across your skin over and over like a kindergartener learning to write their name for the first time.

"you really want to?" you ask, peering over at him through foggy eyes but grinning when you see him now focused on the tiny hairs on your arm.

"yes, please," he hums, and he starts kissing the inside of your elbow along your forearm. his lips are warm and so, so soft, it feels like rays of sunshine tickling your skin. until he opens his mouth and he starts gnawing on you, biting gently at your arm.

you swat at the back of his head, and then once more, laughing at how silly he is. silly feels like the right word. silly how cute he is and silly how maybe you're a little bit in love with him.

"oka-ay," you say finally, tugging on his hair to get him to stop biting you. he rests his head on your stomach and gazes up at you with big, soft eyes, and you know there's nothing going on in his head right now. honestly, there's not much going on in yours either, but there's enough happening up there to know better than to not let him have what he wants.

you pull the bag closer to yourself and lift your hips, shifting your pants down just enough to expose the top of your thighs.

"don't let anybody see—" you start to say, but chan is already diving in. he shimmies down your body, positioning himself between your legs so that it would look like he's merely resting on top of you if anyone passing by were to steal a quick glance.

in your present state of mind, neither of you are quite as sneaky as you probably think. you can only pray no one walking around the park is paying much attention to their surroundings, though your spot is far enough away from the main paths that someone would have to be intentionally looking in order to find you.

one thing you know for sure is that chan is a messy eater. in the privacy of his apartment (or occasionally, yours) he'll spend hours between your legs, making out with your pussy until you're so exhausted and overstimulated that just the thought of another orgasm makes you shudder. usually he doesn't go that far, because at the end of it all he still wants to have his cock inside of you, but that doesn't ever stop him from making a complete mess of you anyways.

but to your surprise, when he kisses you over your underwear before pulling them down your hips, his lips are slow and gentle, like wading through water. you feel his fingers kneading your waist, and you realize belatedly that you've been tensed up. you'd been preparing for a fast, rough onslaught of pleasure but clearly chan has other plans today: taking his sweet time with you. and with how fuzzy your head feels right now, going slow is more than fine by you.

he flicks at your clit, laying his tongue flat and smoothing it over every inch of you before flicking again, and subconsciously you angle your hips upward, chasing his mouth. his spit covers your cunt, and when he moves his head back you can feel the breeze cooling the heat between your legs, sending a shiver up and down your spine.

you hear a shrill scream from behind you, and you tilt your neck back to see where the noise came from. upside down, you can see two kids distantly running around in the grass, playing a game.

you yank chan up by the back of his collar and pull your pants up as far as they'll go, ignoring the insane wedgie you've just given yourself as you scramble to look like you haven’t been doing anything suspicious.

you stay on your back, craning your head around to look at your surroundings. once you’re certain nobody’s around, your eyes settle on chan, who’s staring blankly back at you. his face glistens in the sunlight from the amount of wetness all over his face that he doesn't even seem to be aware of.

"wipe your mouth," you try to scold him, but the whole situation is suddenly so funny you can't help the laugh that comes out instead.

chan sits up, a little disoriented at first but he pushes through the clouds in his mind and finally brings his hand up to his face, swiping at his mouth once with the back of his hand. he looks around and he spies the ashtray with the half-smoked joint still sitting in it, and with a lazy grin he leans over to grab it, fumbling with his lighter to reignite it.

he takes a long, slow hit, and you're surprised he's not more out of breath from just having his face shoved in your pussy for what seemed like eternity.

he holds it out to you with a little grunt, and you finally find the energy to prop yourself up onto your elbows to take it from him. you inhale then breathe out a fine cloud of smoke as you pass it back to him, and he sets it back down, giggling to himself.

you smile, his laughter contagious with your already content mood. "what're you laughing at?"

he rolls his head around in a circle, staring off into the distance with a dopey grin on his face. "i… dunno," he answers finally, and he looks back at you, his eyes full of emotion you can't really understand fully.

"well, you almost got us caught, dummy," you tell him, an involuntary pout forming on your lips as you lay back down. "if you wanna have sex we should just go back to your apartment now."

"i don't want to," he whines, and you frown at him. he opens his mouth, stops and closes it again, then finally speaks, seemingly having gathered all his words together in the right order. "of course i always wanna have sex with you but right now i wanna make you cum first. like, right now, right now." he looks over at you again with those big, stupid, pretty eyes of his. "ple-ease?"

"but somebody might see again, channie. you can make me cum at home."

he shakes his head slowly. "but we still have to finish this, anyway," he protests, pointing at what's left of the joint.

you lose focus and stare off at the trees again, knowing he's right. you'll have to stay until it's out, then clean up your blanket and put away your stash, so it's not like you were gonna get home anytime soon then, right?

he turns towards you suddenly, his mouth half open like he's just thought of something crazy. he carefully transfers the joint to your hand, wrapping your fingers around the end of it. "how about i finger you, and you can hold this for me until you cum, and then we finish it and we go home and fuck. holding two birds with one stone."

you glance around, hoping nobody heard him loudly exclaim that he wants to finger you. you think about telling him to keep it down, or at least correct his attempt at a metaphor, but the words feel like too much effort and you're still weary from the almost-orgasm just a few minutes ago.

you stare at the object he had put in your hand for a second before you decide to take a drag, putting your other hand on chan's neck to pull him close so you can exhale the smoke into his lips.

clearly he wasn't expecting it, and he coughs a couple times, but he recovers and immediately goes in to kiss you again. he kisses you for so long it feels like he's never going to pull away, and when you do finally let go for a second it seems like he isn't even breathing.

he just sighs dreamily, his eyes still closed. "i love kissing you," he says, and the way he says it makes it sound so important.

you elbow him in the chest lightly to get his attention, and he lets out a little "oof!" and opens his eyes.

"hurry up so we can go home. i wanna suck your dick," you say, clearly deciding to let him have his way as you push your pants down once more.

his hand slides over your body, and the way he smiles when his two fingers make contact with your pussy gives you goosebumps. his touch feels heavenly, and you have to put all your focus on holding the joint upright so you don’t accidentally drop it. but it’s so hard to stay focused when you can feel his fingers so deep inside you, moving in and out and curling and scissoring and it drives you crazy.

at least in this new position, it’s not as obvious what you’re doing. with shaky hands you take another hit, a bigger one this time, trying to finish it as fast as you can so you can go home and not have to worry about being seen.

chan pushes a third finger into you and you hold back a whimper, wrinkling your nose in pleasure.

he opens and closes his mouth at you, and there’s a few seconds before your brain catches up and you realize he wants you to help him smoke while his hands are occupied. you carefully hold the joint up to his mouth and he wraps his lips around it.

the sight of him laying on his side, his hand cupping your cunt as you act like his personal helper is hotter than you expect it to be, and you clench around his fingers, heat burning in your abdomen.

he sucks in a sharp breath and leans his head away from your hand to cough again. “are you— close?” he asks once he’s recovered, his tone almost pouty. “you’re squeezing my hand so hard and now my dick hurts because i imagined fucking you instead.”

you sigh, leaning your head back against the blanket and letting your eyes close again, your hand propped up in the air. “yeah… i reeally wanna fuck you.”

he pries the joint out of your hand to take a hit by himself, then puts it back in your grip and moves his other hand to massage your breast over your shirt. you whine, not expecting it, and buck your hips up.

“fuck, chan– faster, please,” you mumble, your head swimming.

he puts his thumb to your clit and presses down, his fingers moving more roughly inside of you to draw you closer and closer. after a while you open your eyes, and you find him staring at you with such a sweet, empty look on his face, it makes you want to kiss him forever.

you pull him down on top of you and push your lips against his. your teeth clack with his but you don’t care, because you feel too good everywhere else to even pay attention to one little bad thing.

just like the way chan eats you out, he’s messy when he kisses you, and even more so when he’s high. you can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you whine into him, the rest of the world falling away so that the only two people who exist in the entire world are you and him.

without warning you feel familiar waves wash over you and you practically go limp under him as your orgasm knocks the breath out of your lungs. he stills his fingers inside of you but continues to pet at your clit with his thumb as your walls spasm and contract around him.

when you start to regain some of what’s left of your senses you grab his hand to stop him, pulling him out of your aching pussy. he sighs and pushes his face into your chest, humming against your boobs.

caught up in the moment you hadn’t noticed when you’d dropped the joint, but luckily there was a god or some being out there in the universe that was on your side, because you’d dropped it directly onto the ashtray and not the blanket or the grass.

chan sits up and folds his legs cross-legged as he lights it one more time and hands it to you. there’s not much left of it by now, so it doesn’t take long for you both to finish it. your clothes stink of smoke and you’re a lot clumsier than usual, but you’re more content than you’ve been in a long time.

it’s not the first time you’ve had sex with him while high, but something feels different this time. maybe it was the way he clung to your arm walking back to his apartment, giggling with glee about how he couldn’t wait to have you all to himself. but it was probably more the fact that he told you he loved you right after you came and then proceeded to beg you to let him kiss you again.

of course you let him, your heart and your head soaring as you laid in the grass, casually making out for at least a quarter of an hour. you were in no rush to be anywhere, especially not when you had everything you wanted right here. and it seemed like he had everything he wanted, too: when you finally started to pack up your things to leave, he’d panickedly asked if you would stay with him.

“of course i’m staying,” you laughed, pushing him off of the blanket so you could fold it and put it away. “aren’t we going back to your place?”

“yeah, we are,” he said shyly, plucking a dandelion from the grass. “i meant like… all the time. i don’t wanna do this anymore.”

you looked at him, suddenly scared and a little confused at the sudden change from how excited he’d just been. “…you don’t want us anymore?”

he shook his head. “no, i want you! serious, like boyfriend and girlfriend! i want us to be us.” you don’t immediately respond, and he frowned.“you don’t want to?”

your eyes softened. “i do want to,” you smiled, crawling over to him to cup his cheeks in your hands. “i want to, very much.”

it would be a while before you finally made it back to chan’s apartment, but it was worth the wait. everything was worth the wait.

next year, when you sat in the same spot at the same park to spend your anniversary together, you joked that he had waited until april 20th to make it official because he’d wanted your anniversary to be on a funny date. but really you didn’t mind, because it just gave you more reasons to celebrate.

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[hisuian-history-makers]

Infi-Map to Anywhere, Anywhen, and... Anywho?

—For the record, Danny and Sam wanted to say this was all Tucker’s fault. He just had to make a joke about them facing Phantoms of the Past.

While handing the Infi-Map back to Frostbite.

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They didn't expect it to react to a joke.

Once Mayor Fruit-Loop was iced, Tucker said something offhand about them being fully-fledged time travelers. The three had gone to a really dark future and now the distant past.

(Jazz kept saying he deflected by making jokes about what he went through.)

Phantoms of the Past. He couldn’t have said ghosts noooooo—it had to be the hero name.

Now they were in a castle that resembled Pariah’s Keep albeit wintery, with a Dan-looking Danny who had the Crown of Fire on his head.

Several Dannys, Sams, and Tuckers joined them on the castle grounds. There were a few other people that got dragged along but Danny was trying not to hyperventilate into fainting. A handful of his alternates(?) chatted with Dans.

Two versions didn’t even seem to be human! It hurt his brain looking at them. Alarmingly, a majority of the Dannys had the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage. The kingly outfits kinda hinted at why they even had those artifacts.

He swore he saw DC comic book characters alongside several alternates. Danny had trouble keeping track with so many people here.

—

Sam and Tucker weren’t doing much better.

Several versions appeared more ghostly than normal. They explained what being Liminal and having ecto-contamination meant. Like being a quarter ghost rather than the half Danny was.

Various Sams were part plant. The Tuckers had kept the odd past life abilities although their strength in them varied between timelines.

Danis, a majority who went by Ellie/Elle, made references to them being in a relationship with each other! Not just Sam dating Danny, Tucker dating Danny, them dating each other, but the three dating altogether! Each corresponding Jazzes tried to explain how preferences were pretty fluid amongst different timelines. So they shouldn’t think about it too hard.

To make matters more heartbreaking. The Dan-looking Danny who ruled as a King seemed pretty overjoyed despite the chaos. As it turned out—for him, the Zones natural portals shut off so it could focus on healing. Leaving him forced to be alone without his family indefinitely.

He had tried to leave. To open new portals.

(It never worked... His throne was hollow.)

This left Danny feeling unnerved because the possibility of being crowned Ghost King was pretty strong. That or being caught by the GIW and experimented on. His future sucked...

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[Otherwise Canon! Danny, Sam, and Tucker meet some of the AU versions. Takes place in “Infinite Realms.” Infi-Map might be able to take them to someone specific. Anywhere, anywhen, anywho. Just say the name.]

Edit: Why is this my most popular post so far?

Edit 2: Seriously, why did this become my most popular post? In just a single freaking week! I posted this as a joke! A well thought out joke but a joke nonetheless.

Edit 3: It went past two hundred notes!

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[stevebabey]

You don't have to answer this I'm just gonna bitch in your inbox about the x reader post you made because I felt this in my bones.

Like you really can't go in the tag for quality stuff lately. Everything is about sex. I'm not a prude. I read occasionally stuff, but omg, not everything has to be like this. Sometimes stories begin hopeful, but they end the same way. I'm just sick of it because it's all there is. And because it's so oversaturated, "normal" fics don't stand a chance because people don't click on that anymore. So yeah, as a creator, if I wanna get attention for my work, of course, I will produce stuff that people will read.

Also what you said about minors, how are they supposed to interact with fics if everything is porn.

In general, people are sooo fixated on "spicy" content. On tiktok, all people read is smut, or they can't handle other stuff. Literally, smut destroyed their brains. How is it any different than guys having a porn addiction?

Also, the tumblr tagging and searching functions are shit. I wanna find new fics from like 2020 or 2021 (before s4 bc I miss those vibes). When you go to the popular tag thing, the earliest you get is 2022. Like tumblr needs to fix that, so content from years ago can still be found. People also need to start tagging accordingly. It's such a pain.

Again sorry for the rant.

HOHOHOHOHO NO APOLOGIES NEEDED NONNIE i love having a bitch and being on my hater shit and i think more people than you might think agree with all of this + its a whole buncha opinions under the cut u have been warned

to some degree to decrease in quality fics will be due to the lull between seasons which always happens- some of the fantastic writers move onto other obsessions for the mean time and truly, i can't fault them for that.

but yet somehow i know it's more than just that - a smut piece will get more attention and notes regardless of the quality of the fic. it's so tough to complain about cos like sigh its all free writing produced by someone so to moan and bitch about stuff getting more attention than others is like. not very nice and being hypercritical but also

not everyone wants to read smut!! and its fuckin everywhere!! wouldn't it be darling if there could simply be a tag that was smut free but noooooo every post gets tagged with as many fuckin things as possible for 'reach' which is the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard before

and ur absolutely right, because of it fics with no smut get drowned before they get a chance to get noticed. and sorry to say it, but its very rarely that i've read a fluff piece and been like ah, that seemed like it was just thrown together like no its always crafted to some degree- but i cannot say the same for smut in the least. again, often u can mentally sub in different characters and the fic still works which to me = bad writing (if its a steve fic i shouldn't be able to slot in eddie and have it work? ok cos then its not a STEVE fic its just a porn fantasy which is like fine but GOD this is a whole nother can of worms but if u just write smut and then cycle thru joe keery characters its like half a step from writing rpf cos its obvious u just think he's a hot guy and not so much into his characters 😭 maybe im being autistic levels of protective over my lil guy but i also think im right lmao)

and ough trying to write for an audience is so hard, its a vicious cycle of: wants to produce content ppl will read and interact with -> doesn't enjoy writing it as much -> writing isn't as good as u know it could be -> if it flops for whatever reason u feel like asshole. anon babey please dear god write the ideas you want to <3 i can promise you they will be 100x better than trying to cater to an invisible audience ! ppl follow you for your writing !!! and feel free to tag me!!!! i always want to read good steve x reader fics!!! (i just can't be assed hunting them down half the time)

the minors thing is just. god its - i remember hearing the phrase 'virgins write the best smut' and it was when i was 14 and now im like god don't say that they write like porn cos they have fuck all idea what they're talking about. i read so much fanfic when i was 12 years old and what u said is so true, it just used to sneak up in stories and ruin things. its the internet tho so its impossible to truly moderate

omg ur tiktok comment so fucking true babe. when smut is prioritized over plot, u can tell and so many of the booktok rec's they have are just that. there are ways to write smut and have it still be a story. there's also ways to write pwp and still craft it and yet, u dont see that often. also what happened to being excited when two bitches hold HANDS??? AND KISS FOR THE FIRST TIME?? it's appalling the way they thirst for that content but write their captions like "and they have s3x!!! and f@&k in the bathroom hehehe" like what. its such sanitized and shit content honestly

god ur so right i hadn't even thought about hunting down old fics - and it would make such a difference if you could do that because otherwise SO much weighs on when u post it and if it shows in tags and yada yada

this is so much omg u don't have to read all that but genuinely the reason i started writing more steddie and less x reader is the difference in reception and general support. i dont feel like i'm competing against my mutuals, but more like we're here to just hoot and hollar at each other and unless u have a tight knit group of friends on here, u don't get that on x reader fics ://

#so many thoughts #im so sorry #no one except that anon read this LMAO #im worried it never goes too well if you express too strong of an opinion on the internet #tentative #delete later #ruby talks #asks #anon #tw opinion #HAHAHA THATS A TAG #yah ill use that

[atherix]

OH MY GOD OK CH 14 AND 15 ADLGKAFGLKA

@ Everyone else prepare yourselves. I have seen the future. It is bleak.

Anyway oh my god Im so glad we get to see this side of the day tubbo makes a fairy ring but dglkadg him being showered w gifts as a new fae prince????????/ im in love. I still love the fae king even if he's an ass and mildly antagonistic. He's great and I love him. Im so happy Tubbo is being showered even if like. they are fae gifts. and they carry certain connotations. but also 'never trust something offered by the fae' well i guess tubbo should never accept anything ever from his dad and grian and mumbo should never accept anything from scar ever. Mumbo's been screwed from the start given he buys from scar. lmao

ALSO THE FACT THAT TUBBO IS GONNA HAVE TO DEBUT IS FLGKADFGKFDKLFDK I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT YES. MANY FEELING. SCREAMING. FEELING SCREAMING IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!1

The fact that both of them are like "ugh i have to learn/relearn fae culture [also ugh i have to teach my boyfriends about fae culture cause now they gotta do stuff too] is incredible. 'tubbo did this incredible thing, saved all of them, and now they're being grumpy about history' is exactly where I anticipated this going tbh.

AND THEN TUBBO TEASING SCAR ABOUT FINALLY BEING W GRIAN AND MUMBO IS GDALKDSGAFDF GOD I LOVE THIS KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the fact that scar hasnt known grian quite long enough to be able to guess his intentions yet also is incredible bc likegrian inherently knows everyone so well bc of that whole being able to read people like an open book and i love it. so much. you daft elf.

oh my god and tubbo offer to help w relationship advice is too funny oh my god. their such a good family. I love them.

also I cant wait for scar to show his possessive side w grian and mumbo bc i will melt. melting will occur.

GOD AND THEN!!! TUBBO PROPERLY DECIDING TO LEAVE??????????/ GO ON HIS OWN?????????/ SDFAKJLSDF GOD I AM SO NERVOUS FOR THE KID. I FEEL LIKE AN AUNT OR SOMETHING!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

And scar trying to indicate how proud he is for his son while also clearly being nervous about his son leaving but also like. letting him leave bc hes an adult and hes gotta leave eventualy but like does he have to leave to go do that and dlagkdf

also the ambroia as mana is such a cool concept I am 👀 I love it so much!!!! ahhhhhh

god and then scar getting to talk about his dad without really saying much about it - all too familiar w that because like my parents think its rude to really talk about my grandparents so they never really tell me anything about them but sldgkasdf i, like tubbo, wanna knooooooooooooooow. And its the whole like torn between wanting to ask and not wanting to upset your parent SDALGKAD

God i just love this family so much dlkgasdf

HJFSHJFS <3

How dare you use your friend privileges to warn the innocent, unsuspecting readers to the absolute pain wonderful future I shall be bringing them <3

Yesssss I really wanted to share the aftermath of Summers <3 HAHA YESS in the original document the Fae King actually called him Prince but I don't think I did that in the final version BUT hjfdsjk LMAO to be FAAIIIRRR Scar isn't gonna be putting any spells or charms on anyone <3 Though it's dangerous enough that they eat the food he makes, if Scar wanted to he could 1000% make it so that Natural foods will be nothing more than ash in their mouths <3 As Scar said things of Fae are naturally tempting and alluring......... and the natural state of the Fae Realm is magic-

HAHAHA YEAH but I wonder if he will ever get to debut hm :) BUT YEAH LMAO they just like "oh noooo formal eveeeents noooooo" and just hjgfjkgfdkj Grian will enjoy seeing Scar all dressed up for them tho you know 1000% Grian will want to see Scar wearing his crown headpiece thing just so he can coyly toss it aside hfgdkjfd

LMAO yess it be like Scar: *blushes once because of Grian's mere presence* Grian: OH he wants me Grian: *literally stroking Scar's hair after being told how touching an Elf's hair is intimate* Scar, internally: He doesn't know what that means he doesn't know he doesn't know- Like Scar honey sweetie I know you're soaking up that Nile sun but c'mon-

LMAO a child offering his advice to his dad, Scar would NEVER, and neither would Tubbo except when he shovel talks them LMAO

Yessss it's gonna be great. I'm looking forward to it >:3 What's so funny about it tho is that while Scar is absolutely 100% possessive and gets all >:| he is still a bit too oblivious/blind to flirting to realize when he's in a situation that's going to set off THEIR possessive/jealous sides hjfsdk- But man lemme tell ya, KNOWINGLY making a move on a Fae's partners? haha I imagine that won't go well :) He'll forgive strike one but strike two hm hm-

HJFSJKDSHJS HE'S LEAVING THE NEST AND NO ONE IS READY FOR IT LEAST OF ALL US </3 HAHA YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE NERVOUS <3 >:)

jfgdklgfdlk yesss Scar is so proud of who his son has become and knows he gotta go out there and find himself one day but itjkfds it feels too soooon and why does he have to go so faaaaar </3 But it is a parent's role in life to let their children go one day </3 But he'll always be there for him no matter what....... waiting for him to come home....................... :)

I remembers ars magica recently and the random pools of mana and was like "god it'd be cool if that was a thing" and then went "wait the Fae Realm is a nearly unexplored world made of magic I can do what I want" but ofc I've established already that magic comes from a component of the soul so mana isn't a thing but AMBROSIA, "food for the gods," something made of magic and able to be used in food, medicine, as magic boosts... and also with another, subtler purpose that I shall not explain <3

YEAH I don't talk about my bio mom to anyone so honestly Scar is a few steps ahead of me at least but still- it's hard for him bc of things I will expand on in the future </3 And YEAH Tubbo is curious and wants to know but how can he ask when Scar is looking at him like THAT please-

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH TOO I must hold them gently in my hands and cry <3<3<3 And the family will only grow amidst the chaos-

#Ask #Midnight Series #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian

[cecebookworm07]

Edit: Rereading this now you can so tell that I’m half asleep. I type like I’m ten when I’m half asleep. I’ll just edit this in the morning when I can actually understand what I’m typing and thinking. :)

What I learned from my most recent rereading and annotations of the first KOLTC book in no particular order:

- Fitz and Sophie’s first encounter is so much funnier than I remember OH MY GOD

- Dex and Sophie are really adorable together in the “two silly best friends” kind of way in the beginning

- Dex pissed me off when there fight happens. Like bro, she’s losing the people who she was CONVINCED we’re going to be adopting her but noooooo focus on the fact that she might be adopted by the Vackers just cus you don’t like them. Believe me, after Flashback I haven’t been a fan and if I was an elf in that world I would hate them too, but STILL. You keep that to yourself in that instance.

- This whole book I just kept thinking about the fact that Sophie is midway through an adoption and Rayni has already been abandoned and forgotten. Yikes.

- The first time we’re introduced to Oralie I wrote, “First mother daughter meeting.” on the top of the page.

- I realized after being forced to basically highlight 75% of the pages that this book is 100% pure set up.

- Honestly underrated. I perfer the more recent books but MY GOD if Grady and Edaline didn’t have my heart in this book (there my next point)

- I skim read this book for fan fic reasons a lot and I tend to skip over the whole adoption debacle on one hand because it likely won’t play a part in the fan fic but also because I don’t have the emotional strength to read that. I literally started balling my eyes out midway through chapter 39 even though I knew everything would be okay in the end.

- Grady and Edaline. Just them being tragic and compelling af in this book. Like honestly there relationship and relation to Sophie in this book are SO well written. Criticize this series all you want, but some of these platonic relationships hit like truck.

- My dumb dumb brain never put together the significance behind the three original councilors to meet her. Brontë: Suspected dad for a book, later close mentor. Kenric: Honsstk idk, I thought he was a mystery after Unlocked but he just got more mysterious after Stellarlune I swear. Oralie: … Mom…

- Keefe isn’t that important in this and it kind of hurts.

- At this point in the series SoFitz was 100% Endgame.

- If I was at Foxfire, my favorite subject would 100% be history (thought it’d be 75% propaganda) and the universe.

- Telepathy is overrated

- This world is aristocratic and that’s just so funny to me.

- Biana is so bad in this book OMG. And honestly so is Alden. The twist at the ending. Horrible.

- Marcua and Stina are legit awful in this book too regardless of there later redemption.

- I can’t pick between any of the abilities I would want so oh well. There’s to many.

- Iggy is the real hero of this series

- The councils apology to Sophie at the end of the series is honestly both funny and horrible. Like they basically said, “Sorry that you were stalked, kidnapped, and tortured right under our noses but we’ll do better next time. Consider that your official punishment for saving the world! (Plus promise we’ll catch them!)”

- 8 books and one novella later and no one has been caught.

Anyway, book one was fun and all but mostly I was just thinking about how much of it was set up. Like seriously. Almost EVERYTHING was set up.

#koltc #KOLTC rants AHHHHHH half asleep #books and reading #annotating books #KOLTC realizations that are wow

[cheriepomu]

I love my current fruend group so so so much even if they are unhealthy but like :((

Also describing them and labeling them as MBTIs(observation and intuitions)

What a fabulous life to have Ni doms, INTP m m, X, ISTP, INFP and ISFP(?) in a single group

The chaos always unfolds, INFJ is always narrating shit, sending a story out of nowhere but still narrates the topic

THEY ALSO READ MY ENTRIES?#!#?#?#?

NI DOMS WHAT GAVE YOU THE REASON TO EXACTLY READ A NE-FI THOUGHTS?#!?

LIKE THAT'S ALMOST THE REASON WHY I MADE A THREAD SO PEOPLE WON'T HAVE TO BOTHER WITH MY BS

YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT NOOOOOO IM CRYONG THE AMOUNT OF SHIT I'VE EVER SAID IS KAJSHSJWHAJS

MEOW MEOW GIVE US LOOOOOORRRRRRREEEEEE

My intuition says you're an INFJ. Deal with it.

If Ni dom, why best? /Hj

INTJ with its thoughts and philosophies (along with an INTP m)

Also ily(/p, no homo) for smacking bussin musics to mw ANDDDD being part of my shenanigans mwa mwa also I made them say meow ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Not boring y'all, but please don't involve my brain with philosophies whenever I'm in a fever(whenever im combusting with energy, not an illness)

It's funny how they say "go d-e" to everyone but not me I'm so fabulous that I'm not told to kms😌/j

Omg I'm giving them part of my personality and way of speaking yall!!! I am so so so fabulous

MALEWIFE

I REPEAT MALEWIFE

SOOOO BABYGIRL/j

Cook for me pls 😭

Reason why I assumed this guy is intj is because of philosophies and interests in such things like bloody stuff, violence and stuff(probably opposite of mine‼️‼️), Emo /j they aren't emo, "fuck people" kind of introvert, did I mention their intelligence about technology? Not to stereotype but hwwoowowowowowowowowowowowoqpqowooqqoqoqoqoqopwwpowowowowoqpqpwpwow, meow material‼️‼️

One thing I could say is they're probably organised and have things in order and yet have time for Terraria it's making me envious😭

"why do you say they're a malewife if I may ask?"

Good question.

XSTP iz always talking about m-s and jim and has a big moo- (the word gym automatically says that this person is an XSTP)

Isfp having sexc fashion and also artist buddy and another buddy that takes part of my manboob shenanigans

Infp with its inner chaos, ily mwa mwa/p and infps in general (intuition. Also she reeks of FiXxSi energy)

INTP m with his thing on bandori and intj atutu philosophies and chinese histories,

X is eh, boring. Uninteresting topics, glad I didn't join its thread, probably annoying bs. I really HATED it when I was in a temporary relationship with them(like stop, don't call us sweetsie)

AND AND AND AND above all else they are(i mean everyone, including unmentioned) loving but only shows it in such ways and it's cute because people function differently but like they never play favourites but they're just mmmm

I love them, I may tell lotttttttsssssaaaaaa stuff about me and what's going on with me but I can't be honest

I can't tell them how much I cherish them even though we've only been friends for about a year

I've gone through more phases than I should

Yet they don't ignore me(generally speaking they do sometimes but only when they're deep into conversation, I always quit midway because I'm getting bored)

Yk we can just ping eachother but we chose not to aJajajajaj

These bitches makes me go outside my box, truly a home.

I've had many friends in the past but they always seem to betray me(venti pls adopt me hyhwyeheuheu)

I hope it doesn't happen again, I resent "history repeats itself", it's describing me.

Note: When i say shenanigans as in mischief behaviours and not dishonesty

Truly yours but never them,

ENFP. (Naur I'm not mistyped, a redditor typed me and they're an INFP like ily ily ily mwamwa/p and gave me some reasons why I'm an ENFP)

Bro I'm so lucky that they don't have tumblr ir else im dead

[vaguely-concerned]

putting the rest of my 'island of assassins' reactions in one post to spare people's dashes lol honestly watch this one it rules

- ms. ellen island of assassins my beloved ;_________; best 'girl of the installment' by miles and miles, she's so cool

- the crew: go to a terrifying death island full of remorseless murderers and deadly poisons

jigen, eternally my delight and my joy: brings a fucking umbrella with him fsakdfhasdkjlfh

they're doing such a hilarious thing in this one where in the visual design he's presented at his most actually scary/intimidating, but in everything he's actually doing he's adorable. cooking for goemon! giving good life advice even to people who're trying real hard to stab him! letting bomber down gently but in a very 'believe in yourself man' way! I love him

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such good zenigata content in this one considering he spends most of it cooped up in bed with his lil twink assistant (sadly not like that, no, tho honestly I think that would be good for him at some point actually)

- may we also speak for a moment about the fact that someone shot zenigata and it instantly made lupin go '...welp gotta go to the ends of the earth to fucking end the entire career of whoever did this' aww look he does care about ol' pops

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simultaneously cracking up and going d'aaaw buddy ;___; at bomber's palpable heartbreak in this scene... jigen almost shot him in the head and he instantly fell in love huh fhdsakfhasd sorry bro he's an extremely taken man (I love bomber he's a fun character)

(also I must be imagining this but this special really does feel laden in Subtext in so many ways somehow lmao)

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WELL UH THIS HITS A BIT DIFFERENT CONSIDERING WHAT JIGEN USED TO DO FOR A LIVING HUH (that's all jigen's dialogue btw, the evil henchman's answer is just like 'nah I like killing tbh*shrug*' between frame 1 and 2)

also, listen... I know I am an incorrigible jigenfucker but add this scene with the fact that at the end of the movie he's the one who gets why lupin did this and why it all mattered even when they didn't get anything out of it in the end and the lyrics of the end credits song taken together..... Themes tm in my brain man I want to write a goddamn fic about this haha

GOEMON IN WITH THE RESCUE, MPV of this battle as far as I'm concerned

- goemon and fujiko were kind of just... there and little bit of comic relief in this one but that hug was so cute haha (...I kind of ship it at this point I think they'd be much better for each other than fujiko and lupin are lol)

- bomber noooooo D: the way he smiled when he saw jigen was honestly worried for him tho Y______Y I guess going out on a big fucking boom would be how he'd want to go

- holy shit this one has a genuinely good plot twist!!! good plot? in MY lupin iii media? apparently it sometimes happens hahaha

like I said this one does have some basic bitch 90s anime style problems but if you look past that there's so much excellent stuff here. doesn't feel quite like a normal lupin story but I don't think it's to its detriment really

(there's one incredibly weird gross scene with fujiko near the start but like... isn't there always *sigh*)

- okay this fight scene between lupin and his psycho ex kicks ass actually, I guess this is where half the budget went lol

- again ellen is so good. rest in peace queen you deserved the world :'( (also her interactions with lupin were so sweet and much more geared towards a genuine friendship, which makes lupin so much more likable to watch too)

#lupin iii #island of assassins #an unexpected banger I'd say!

[platoniclokiimagines]

Alternately imagine Loki messing up and turning the reader into a kid and being so conflicted bc ew kids but aw ur so nice and sweet

Hello, I’m not dead, and the Loki trailer has breathed new life into me, and I’m taking Advantage of that by trying to write more this year! Go easy on me, I’m rusty. I hope you enjoy this little prompt!

Rating: G

W/C: 1561

TW: none

A/N: Watch Wandavision if you haven’t already!

When Loki had asked you to help them work on some spells,you’d expected you’d be mostly providing commentary. Deciding if the outcomewas what Loki had intended, suggesting what to do to make the spells moreeffective, that sort of thing.

And to be fair, it hadstarted out that way.

And then Loki had misread a spell, and the next thing youknew, Loki was towering over you, and you were all but two, a little dazed andvery confused.

Naturally, you did the only thing your newly re-toddleredbrain could do.

You started to cry.

Loki, it seemed, did notappreciate this new turn of events, and the longer they stared at you inblatant disbelief and uncertainty, the more upset it made you, and the nextthing either of you knew, you were absolutely wailing.

The sound alone was enough to have everyone who wascurrently home run into the training room.

“….is that Y/N?” Steve asked, after a long moment of silenceas everyone tried to piece together what happened.

“…yes,” Loki admitted, defeat evident in their voice.

“…Y/N’s a baby?” Nat sounded just as bewildered as Stevelooked, and Loki could only pinch the bridge of their nose.

“Yes, very well spotted, Romanoff. We were practicingspells. I was practicing spells, andI must have said something the wrong way. Asgardian spells are very particular.”

“Make Y/N stop crying!”

“Me?!”

“You did it!”

“Not on purpose!”

While Nat and Loki bickered, it made you only the morefussy, and you continued to wail, as you no longer had the skill set, or thevocabulary, to try and help or figure out what happened and how to help.

Steve picked up on this easily, and was quick to shut theboth of them down. “Arguing isn’t going to help matters, and you’re making Y/Nmore upset. Loki, do you have a way to fix this?”

“If I did, don’t you’d think I’d have done it already?”

Steve opted not to take the bait, and instead heaved a sigh.“Will it wear off?”

“…theoretically. But I don’t know how long until it will.”

“Alright. So in the meantime, Y/N’s a baby. Babies don’ttake care of themselves, so… someone else has to.”

“Not it,” Natasha was quick to respond, already headed forthe door, leaving only Steve, Bruce, and Wanda to stare at you.

“…I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to look after Y/N, given…” Bruce waved his hands in a vaguegesture, but it got the point across.

“Well, I think Loki should do it. Loki caused it, after all.”

Steve looked at Loki, who only glowered in response. “…Notto take sides, but Wanda does have apoint.”

“…fine. But you should know that children and I do not mix, and if anything else happens toY/N, it’s on you.”

“Sure, but if anything happens to Y/N, it’ll be when the skyturns purple, because everyone in this compound knows you’d never do a thing tohurt Y/N.”

You and Loki both knew Steve had a point, and as everyoneleft the room again, so that it was just the two of you, and by now, you’dcalmed down enough that you were no longer wailing, but instead having a nice,pouty little sniffle.

Loki didn’t look any happier at this improvement, andhesitantly approached you, lowering themself to sit down in front of you asthey watched you.

“…I mean it. I’m not good with kids.”

You only pouted more, crossing your arms over your chest asyou kept watching Loki.

“…stop that.”

“Top dat,” you shot back, unable to stop yourself frommocking them.

“Y/N, really.”

“Y/N, weawy.”

“…if you’re trying to make me think you’re cute, it isn’tgoing to work.” All the same, you could see the slightest little smile on theirface.

“I am coot.”

“….you aren’t going to make this any easier for me, are you.”

“Mmmmmmmno.” And you grinned, a cheeky little grin that,despite the change in age, was enough like the old you to make Loki laugh abit.

“Let’s get one thing straight, though, I don’t change ragsor whatever it is human babies wear here, so you’ll be doing all of that onyour own.”

“I’m two!”

“….then we’ll have Steve do it.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

The both of you settled into a long, somewhere comfortablesilence, broken only when you spoke up in your tiny little toddler voice. “How wongam I gonna be wike this?”

Loki’s face fell a bit, making it obvious that they weretruly a little out of their depth this time. “…I don’t know. It could be hours,or days, or even weeks.”

“Weeks?!” Youshrieked, which sounded much funnier in a two-year-old voice than you hadintended it to.

“…It won’t take weeks. If it’s not worn off by tomorrowmorning, I’ll start looking through my texts and seeing if I can’t findsomething to reverse it.”

“………..otay.”

You fell into another long silence, and you took theopportunity to push yourself up onto your feet, trying to gain your bearingsand figure out how to maneuver yourself now. Eventually, you got the hang ofit, and you took to walking circles around Loki, just trying to pass the time,as though it might help the spell fix itself if you were being more active.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Loki asked, watching you withjust your eyes every time you came into their line of vision.

“Passing da time.”

“…right.” Loki fell silent again, and pulled their phone outof their pocket, fiddling around with it for a bit, and you saw anotheropportunity to be annoying, and took it without a second thought.

“Yoo got games on yoow phone?”

As you erupted into laughter, Loki, unappreciative of thehumor, only looked at you as they deadpanned. “You know I don’t.”

“Ya, cebause yoow bowing.”

“I’m not boring, Ijust don’t see the point.”

“It’s fun.”

“You can have fun without playing games on your phone.”

“Yeah, so?”

Loki, clearly wanting to change the subject so they would nolonger be grilled by a two-year-old, put their phone away and stood. “How aboutlunch? Are you hungry?”

That gave you pause, and you stopped, thinking for a moment.“…I could eat.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.” Without thinking about it, Loki startedto walk off, and you stared after them, offended that they didn’t remember youwere now much smaller and therefore walked much more unsteadily.

“Hey!”

Loki turned around to look at you. “What now, Y/N?” You could tell Loki wasn’treally as annoyed as they were trying to act like they were, given the slightedge of concern in their voice.

“Tha’s a long wawk!”

“…and?”

“I’m two!” Youwere starting to wonder how many times you’d have to remind Loki of this.

“…what, do you want me to carry you?”

“Ya!”

Loki narrowed their eyes as they considered you, and youlooked back, smiling innocently as you held your arms out. There was no way you were going to make any bit ofthis easy for Loki; a small bit of payback for being turned into a toddler.

Loki heaved a sigh that was dramatic, even for them, andwent back to you, picking you up and settling you on their hip rather easily,for someone who claimed not to be fond of children. “Not a word of this to the others, are we understood?”

“Mm…. Maybe,” was your only response, and Loki was smartenough to realize that that was the best they were going to get.

Twenty minutes later, and you were happily munching your waythrough your favorite sandwich, feet kicking in the space between the chair andthe ground, as your feet no longer reached.

“Are you happier now?” Loki asked, once you’d finished yoursandwich, and loudly finished the last of the juice box Loki had found for youin the fridge.

“Yah! Tank oo.”

“…you’re welcome.” Loki kept watching you as you set theempty juice box down, and rubbed at your eyes, yawning a bit. “….naptime?”

“….fow someone who doesn’t wike kids, yoo seem to know whatyoow doin’…”

“Yes, well. I do read a lot.”

You allowed Loki to pick you up and carry you over to thecouch, but when they tried to set you down, you whined.

“Nooooooo!”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Noooooo!” youinsisted, and Loki heaved what had to have been the hundredth sigh since you’dbeen toddlerized.

“Y/N, you know I don’t do cuddling, even when we’re bothnormal.”

You gave your absolute, very best puppy dog eyes, hoping youwould be able to sway Loki, and much to your amusement, it seemed to work, asthey gave their hundred-and-first sigh.

“…you’re spoiled,”Loki grumped, with very little actual grumpiness in their voice, and they letyou settled comfortably against their shoulder, watching as you relaxed. “Not aword to the others.”

“Ya, ya, I know…”you mumbled, already halfway to sleep.

Loki said nothing else, only patted your back gently as youdrifted off to sleep.

And a half hour later, when the rest of the team came in tofind the both of you nodded off together, they didn’t have the heart to wakeeither of you.

#Loki imagine #platonic Loki imagine #Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #Loki x reader #platonic!loki x reader #anonymous #ask #answered #thank you for the prompt #please enjoy the comedy

[tickly-trashcan]

Dazai’s Curiousity {Dazushi}

A/N: I got impatient with posting lol. I haven’t written for Dazushi in a while, thanks for the prompt anon! I adore these two (as i do with many other ships fdjksn) and I love to write for them! I love how playful Dazai can get Atsushi really flustered sometimes, which is what I tried to do more of in this. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Atsushi’s been acting strange, and after making a certain discovery about him, Dazai intends to find out why Atsushi’s been acting the way he has.

Word Count: 1.7k (under the cut)

Dazai frowned as he watched Atsushi. He hadn’t known the young man for very long, but he could tell there was something on his mind. Every time he looked over at him to see Atsushi glancing at him, Atsushi would quickly turn his head, faint red on his cheeks. He would also quickly walk away saying he was busy whenever Dazai invited him to hang out after work. Yes, something was definitely going on.

Dazai creeped up behind Atsushi as he was filing some papers, slowly slinking behind him as Atsushi remained completely unaware of his presence.

“Atsushi!” Dazai finally pounced on Atsushi, grabbing his shoulders as the younger man practically screamed, his papers flying everywhere as he dropped his stapler.

He turned quickly, blushing hard as he glared at Dazai, who only stuck out his tongue playfully.

“Dazai! That wasn’t funny!” He whined, turning his head back to look at the mess of papers. He also looked around the office, seeing everyone staring at him, and quickly covered his face with his hands, letting out a low, embarrassed whine.

Dazai snickered, sitting on the desk as he picked up a few of the papers and glancing at them. Noticing that it was only boring paperwork, Dazai dropped it again, the paper landing on Atsushi’s head as he picked up the papers that were scattered across the floor.

He picked it off his head and tapped the papers against his desk, fixing them up as he refused to make eye contact with Dazai.

Dazai pouted, leaning so that he ended up in Atsushi’s peripheral vision as he whined.

“A-tsu-shi~”

Atsushi’s face went slightly pink at the mention of his name, but he firmly held his pokerface otherwise, eyebrows furrowed as he stapled the papers together.

“Atsushi~”

Atsushi quickly glanced at Dazai before darting his gaze back to the papers, which he quickly picked up and carried over to Kunikida, Dazai following Atsushi. Dazai threw himself on Atsushi, whining his name as Atsushi jumped out of his skin, shrieking again.

“Dazai!” Atsushi hissed, going to push Dazai off, Dazai now latching his hands on Atsushi’s hips as he fell to the floor, still clinging to Atsushi as he held his head against his leg.

“Waah, I’m your superior and you have no more respect for me! I’m totally crestfallen!”

“Don’t use big words, you oaf,” Kunikida said, highly annoyed at Dazai as Atsushi started giggling, pushing at Dazai’s hands that were squeezing his hips for dear life as he held onto the younger man.

“D-Dahahazai! Let go!” Atsushi giggled, writhing around as he tried to push Dazai off of him. Dazai looked up at him, slightly confused. He pressed his cheek further into Atsushi’s thigh, letting go of his hips.

“Do you find this situation funny, Nakajima?” Kunikida glared, and Atsushi quickly yelped, shaking his head.

“N-No sir!”

“Then why were you laughing, Atsushi?” Dazai pondered, reaching his hands back up to Atsushi’s hips, Atsushi quickly grabbing his wrists as his face flushed bright red, looking up at Kunikida.

He tried to muster a please-help-me-out look, but Kunikida didn’t seem to pick up on it, instead leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

“I’m also curious… Please explain.”

Atsushi gulped, looking down at a now devious looking Dazai, whose grin only made Atsushi blush more. This was absolutely the worst situation!

Not only was his crush (that he was desperately trying to hide) holding onto him, but he was also accidentally tickling him! There was no way he could explain that and not get away with Dazai tickling him for real, he knew Dazai too well. He’d have to come up with some good fib…

“J-Junichiro told me a funny joke earlier, I was just remembering it! Right, Junichiro?” Atsushi said desperately, looking over at the red-headed Agency member as Tanizaki looked at him confused.

“I don’t remember telling you a joke…” He said honestly. Shit! He shouldn’t have banked on Tanizaki, he was too honest to help him out of this situation.

“I think,” Dazai said, wiggling his hands out of Atsushi’s grasp as they traveled back up to his hips and squeezing them, making Atsushi squeak. “Our little tiger boy is ticklish.”

Atsushi was done for. There was no escaping it now. He was going to be tickled to death in front of the entire office, that or die of embarrassment first. There was nothing he could do except hope that Dazai would go easy on him.

Kunikida scoffed. “Like you aren’t, Dazai. Get back to work please.”

Dazai pouted but did as he was told, skipping over to his desk and rolling around in his chair as if nothing had ever happened. Atsushi stood there, completely dumbfounded… Had he gotten away with it?

He slowly, cautiously slinked back to his desk, sitting down and watching Dazai carefully. As he watched him, he started to stare, taking in all of the features of the taller man. His dark hair, his chocolate eyes… 

“You’re staring at me, Atsushi,” Dazai said, not even looking at Atsushi. Atsushi blushed, quickly turning his attention back to his computer, typing furiously in an attempt to look busy. Dazai chuckled, and turned his attention back to the paper airplane he was making out of his paperwork, about to send flying over to Kunikida.

The rest of the day passed by without any hiccups, nothing big happened and everyone was able to finish their work as per usual. Atsushi sighed in relief at the end of the day as he finished up his paperwork, nothing bad had happened.

It was just him and Dazai who remained in the office, and Dazai was dozing off instead of doing his work as Atsushi went to go wake him. He stopped though, staring again into Dazai’s peaceful resting face. He felt his face grow hot, and his heart started leading him instead of his brain as he leaned forward, closer and closer to Dazai’s face…

“Atsushi, what are you doing?”

Atsushi immediately jumped back as Dazai woke up with a start, grinning as he watched Atsushi’s face go bright red, quickly covering his face to hide his embarrassment.

“S-Sorry! I- You- It-”

Dazai chuckled, standing up and walking over to Atsushi, grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away from his face as Atsushi stared at him, biting his lip in embarrassment.

“You’ve piqued my curiosity now, Atsushi. You’ve been acting weird all week, and I wanna know why,” Dazai said, leaning closer to Atsushi, their noses almost touching as Atsushi blushed harder, leaning his head back slightly. “And I think I know just how to get it out of you.”

Before Atsushi could react, Dazai’s hands started dancing up Atsushi’s sides, tickling him. Atsushi slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed at Dazai’s chest. Dazai wrapped an arm around Atsushi, pulling him in closer as his other hand continued to wiggle up and down Atsushi’s side, Atsushi holding his breath now.

He was so close! Not only that, he was tickling him! This day couldn’t get any worse for Atsushi as his face felt hotter than it ever had, even the tips of his ears burning as Dazai grinned.

“Why are you holding back? Laugh!”

As Dazai said that, the floodgates opened, and Atsushi’s hand immediately came off of his face and went to pushing at Dazai as he laughed loudly, shaking his head around.

“There we go! And remember, I’ll stop as soon as you tell me what’s going on!” Dazai said, now scribbling his fingers up Atsushi’s ribs.

“NAHAHaahahahaha, Dazahahahai! I cahahahahan’t!”

“Can’t what? Can’t tell me? Then it’s gonna be a long night for you Atsushi.”

“NohohohoHOHOHO!!”

Atsushi’s laughter escalated when Dazai started kneading his hip, making him throw his head back as he laughed, knees buckling as he fell against Dazai, too overcome with the tickling to be embarrassed at this point.

“Stahahahahahap! STAHAHAHAP!” Atsushi begged through his laughter, squirming around slightly as he buried his face in Dazai’s shoulder, Dazai now using both hands to tickle Atsushi’s hips as he squealed, laughing harder than before.

“Hmm, not yet~”

Dazai dug his hands under Atsushi’s arms, making him shriek as Atsushi finally regained the strength in his legs, standing up and pushing Dazai away from him, trying to get away, still giggling breathlessly.

He almost made it out of the Agency when Dazai scooped him up again, lowering him to the floor as Atsushi kicked and flailed, whining.

“Noooooo!”

“Yeeeeees!” Dazai teased, drilling his fingers into Atsushi’s hipbones as he straddled him, Atsushi throwing his head back as he screamed with laughter, throwing his head back.

“Just tell me, Atsushi! It’s not that hard!”

Well, it was that hard when Dazai was tickling him to pieces! Atsushi struggled, trying to think of anything that would help him get out of this situation. He came up with an idea, though it was a long shot, and could ruin everything between him and Dazai…

He figured it was better than dying laughing at the hands of Dazai, so he quickly propped himself up on his elbows, grabbing Dazai’s cheeks. Dazai stopped tickling Atsushi for a moment and looked at him, right before Atsushi pressed his lips against Dazai’s.

Dazai was a bit taken aback at first, but figured this was why Atsushi had been acting so weird around him. Funny, if he had just hold him right off the bat Dazai could’ve said he felt the same…

Atsushi finally pulled away, blushing furiously before reality set in. He squeaked and quickly let go of Dazai’s cheeks, slapping his own several times before apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it! I just- I wanted you to stop, I didn’t know how-”

He was cut off by Dazai kissing him once more, Atsushi’s eyes wide as he was the one now taken by surprise. Dazai leaned back, smiling as Atsushi floundered for words, Dazai chuckled.

“I take it you feel the same?”

Atsushi stared at Dazai, completely dumbfounded as he nodded slowly. Dazai grinned, ruffling Atsushi’s hair.

“Good. Now let’s get you up,” Dazai said, getting off Atsushi and helping him up onto wobbly legs, Atsushi staring at Dazai in disbelief.

“D-Do you actually like me?” Atsushi asked.

Dazai nodded, kissing Atsushi’s cheek, Atsushi immediately covering his face in embarrassment again as Dazai laughed.

“You should’ve just told me, then I wouldn’t have had to tickle you so much.”

Atsushi whined. “I didn’t have much of a choice, you didn’t give me any time to answer!”

Dazai chuckled. “I guess I didn’t.”

Atsushi pouted, bumping Dazai with his shoulder as Dazai laughed. They really were perfect for each other…

#dazushi #dazai #atsushi #bungou stray dogs #anon #tickle fic

[paperbodiesamongthestars]

Witchcraft does not reward shitty intentions

Hello, I am a day late with my mythological creatures AU, oh noooooo. Also, I had this filed in my brain as a love potion story and it took me way longer than it should have to realize that there isn’t actually a love potion in it. 

Read it on AO3!

Steve handed him his movies and opened his mouth like he was going to say something. Then he closed it again.

"Spit it out, Bambi," Billy said. Steve stared at him for a minute, glancing around to make sure Billy was the only customer at Family Video.

"I just wanted you to know that it's not your fault," he finally said tentatively. Billy thought about all the things Steve could be referring to and decided he needed more specifics.

"What are you talking about?"

"The...thing. The attraction thing." Steve gestured between them. "It's not your fault." Steve sighed as Billy's eyes narrowed. "I'm not trying to make this weird. I just...I've seen how you look at me sometimes, and I wanted you to know that it's not you. It's me." Billy decided to ignore the fear in the pit of his stomach at the idea that Steve had apparently caught him looking. Neil was gone, he reminded himself. Sure, his first impulse was to shove Steve against a wall until he promised never to say shit like that again, but he suppressed it. He wanted to know what the fuck Steve was talking about.  

"Still not following, princess."

"I was cursed. By a witch. So people are, you know, attracted to me." Billy stared at him.

"And that's a curse because..." he prompted.

"Oh, the curse is that everyone is attracted to me, but no one can truly love me until the curse is broken." Steve seemed remarkably cavalier about it. Billy just stared at him again.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, still lost. This was not a conversation he had been expecting to have--ever, really--so it was taking him a minute to catch up.  Steve sighed again.

"I was kind of a shallow dick at the beginning of high school. Someone in our graduating class didn't like it, so she cursed me to experience the shallowest possible expression of love until someone comes along who feels strongly enough about me to break the curse."

"What does that even mean? And how will you know that the curse is broken?"

"Great questions," Steve said. "Unfortunately, the witch in question is still a little vague on the details." He raised his voice throughout the sentence until he was practically yelling the last part. Robin came of the back room and Steve played up glaring at her.

"Wait, Robin is the one who cursed you?" Billy asked. That seemed harsh, even for Robin, who could be absolutely savage sometimes. Also, she was Steve's best friend. Robin grimaced and threw up her hands, already defensive.

"Ugh, we're talking about this? Again? First of all, part of Steve's whole attraction deal is definitely the Fae thing, so you can't put all of that on me. Furthermore, I was sixteen and the girl I liked wouldn't stop looking at him, and we weren't friends yet, and I thought he was just a stupid dickhead jock!" Her gaze went to Steve and her tone was a little gentler, though still exasperated. "How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry?" Steve just shrugged. Billy looked from Robin to Steve and back.

"Okay, first of all, I have never heard about any of this so, yeah, we are definitely talking about it," Billy said. "And secondly, you made it so that Harrington can't experience love, Buckley. That's a lot of apologizing."

"Oh, that is rich coming from the dude who almost beat Steve to death approximately five minutes after arriving in Hawkins," Robin shot back. It wasn't exactly an unfair point, but Billy wasn't going to say that. He stared her down instead.

"Billy already apologized for that. And it was a long time ago," Steve said generously. Steve also generously did not mention that Billy had gotten so choked up he could barely finish the apology, and that he had spent the entire second semester of that year helping Steve with his homework without Steve asking him to. Billy also still sometimes shoveled the walk in front of Steve's apartment in the winter, and he showed up periodically to do maintenance on Steve's car. He was reminded of his guilt every time he saw the scar at Steve's hairline, was all. He definitely wasn't just looking for excuses to spend time with, or in the general vicinity of, Steve. Also, none of that was the point right now because it turned out that Robin had also fucked Steve over. And furthermore, what the fuck was the Fae thing?

"He can't. Experience. Love," Billy repeated. Jesus, Steve deserved better friends. "And also, what the fuck is the Fae thing?"  

"Steve's mom is Fae," Robin said. "And you're always so fucking dramatic. He can experience love," she insisted, but she sounded a little uncertain. "He falls in love all the fucking time."

"Yeah, but no one's ever going to love me back until the curse is over," Steve sighed. He leaned on the counter, looking a little forlorn.

"Every curse can be broken," Robin said stubbornly. "I just wasn't very detailed about the wording of this one."

"And that's important because..." Billy prompted. He let the Fae thing slide for now. That revelation felt like it warranted an entirely separate conversation. Robin sighed.

"Like I said, every curse can be broken. Typically, an experienced witch will build the conditions for breaking the curse into the spell itself. Said witch will be as specific as possible, to ensure that the conditions are actually met before the curse is broken. If, hypothetically speaking, you have an inexperienced witch who used the wording from a spell template she found on the internet, you get stuck with something vague like 'the curse will be broken when the power of love outweighs the power of the curse.'"

"Ok, so someone just has to love Steve more than you were mad at him when you cursed him. And, one more time, how will you know when the curse is broken?" Robin winced a little.

"There's usually some kind of indication?" It was much more a question than it was a statement.

"I take it that's another thing that is usually covered in the initial spell."

"Yep," Robin said, staring intently at the floor. There was a long silence, and she finally looked up at Steve. "If it helps, I think that curse is probably the reason my love life is a complete disaster. Witchcraft does not reward shitty intentions, even if you're cursing a stupid jock with dumb hair who, at one time, almost definitely deserved it." Steve stared at her, visibly suppressing a smile. 

"That's a really touching apology, Robin."

"Shut up, dingus." She nudged him with her elbow and he nudged her back. Now they were both suppressing little grins.

"I can't believe you're both just fine with this," Billy said, staring at them. He knew he was irrationally angry, but he had a nagging feeling that he had been personally wronged by this entire situation. He chose not to think too hard about why that was. Robin narrowed her eyes at him.

"I tried to lift the curse a bunch of times," she said. "I can't do it. Probably because it was such a shitty spell to start with." She sighed. "At this point I'm worried that if I keep trying, I'll just make it worse." Steve shrugged.

"It's okay. It's not like it changed my life all that much in the first place." Billy's eyes narrowed at the hint of bitterness in Steve's tone. "Besides, it's not like I can do much about it now. Except wait and see if someone ever falls in love with me hard enough to break it." Steve's tone had turned wistful, and he had a faraway look in his eyes.

"Someone will," Robin said quietly. She bumped her shoulder against Steve's and smiled at him. "I know they will, dingus." Steve appeared to come back to himself a little bit. He stood straighter at the counter.

"Anyway," he said to Billy, "I just wanted you to know that it's not you, it's me. And it will fade with time. It always does." He gave Billy a reassuring smile, seemingly unaware of how fucking sad that sounded. Billy stared at him for a long moment, thinking hard. Then he smiled back, a little wolfish.

"Thanks, Harrington. That is good to know." He gave the two of them a little salute and then took his movies and walked out of Family Video.

Billy got in his car, but he didn't start it immediately. Instead he sat there, staring into space. Steve was wrong, obviously; that wasn't even a question. If the only thing Billy felt for Steve Harrington was attraction, his life would be significantly easier. He knew what to do about that. Hell, he probably would have already done it, and he thought Steve probably would have been into it; Billy hadn't been the only one looking for a while now. The problem was that he wanted to hold Steve's hand and gaze into his stupid doe eyes almost as much as he wanted to lick him all over, and Billy didn't have the first fucking clue what to do about that.

It was three weeks later when Robin cornered Billy at the auto shop. His behavior toward Steve hadn’t changed, and sometimes he thought he saw a hint of wistfulness in Steve’s expression when Billy flirted with him. Like maybe he was a little hopeful. Mostly, though, he seemed resigned. A little sad. Robin watched their interactions with sharp, knowing eyes, and Billy wasn’t exactly surprised to find her waiting for him after a long shift on a windy, overcast Wednesday.

Robin’s eyes stayed on him as he approached, and then she glanced down at his pendant.

“You never take that off?” she asked. He was caught a little off guard. He hadn’t expected her to open with that. Or to ask about it at all.

“No," he said, suspicious. "My mom told me to always leave it on,” he added, not sure why he was volunteering information except that Robin occasionally reminded him a little bit of his mom. Something in her affect, maybe. Robin nodded, like his mom's insistence on it made sense to her for some reason. She pushed off the side of his car and waited for him to unlock it.

“Let’s go,” she said.

“Go where?” he asked warily.

“My parents' house.”

“Why would I do that?” They weren’t exactly friends, despite all the time Billy spent at Family Video. Robin’s grin was sharp.

“Because I have a theory,” she said.

“Still not hearing anything about why I would want to do this.” Her grin widened.

“Do you want a shot at Steve Harrington or not?” she asked. Billy stared at her for just a second too long without responding, and her eyes sparkled, and then it was too late to do anything but get in the car and let her in the passenger side.

“Steve is cursed, remember?” His tone was acidic as he tried to regain the upper hand.

“He is,” she agreed, “but that might be less of a problem than we thought.” He glanced over at her and then back at the road. It came to him all at once, and suddenly he felt a lot less off-balance.

“You think I'm going to fix this for you,” he said quietly. Robin’s smile vanished and there was a long silence.

“Maybe. Kind of,” she admitted. “But not in the way that you’re thinking.” He glanced over again and cocked an eyebrow.

“Spit it out, Buckley,” he prompted when she didn’t elaborate. She shook her head.

“I’d rather show you when we get there,” she said. “You’ll never believe me otherwise.” He frowned at her, but didn’t argue. He could indulge her for a little while.

When they pulled up in front of her parents' house, Robin didn’t get out of the car right away. She stared up at the gabled  roof of the house instead.

“I don’t take it lightly, you know,” she finally said. She was still staring out the window. She didn’t look at Billy. “I was young and stupid and scared and it wasn’t Steve’s fault I felt that way, but it felt like it was. I did something terrible and I haven’t been able to fix it and it kills me how nice he is about it.” She turned to look at Billy and her eyes were dry, but he could see the emotion there. "I imagine you can relate," she said drily. Then she narrowed her eyes at him, calculating. “I really expected you to be a dick about it. I thought you’d find it so funny that King Steve was totally fucked when it came to love, but you didn’t look amused at all.” Robin’s eyes were intent on Billy. “You looked surprised and then angry, which was interesting. So I started paying more attention to you.” Billy stared at her, torn between anger and fear. Someone paying close attention to his life had not, historically, ended well for him. She must have seen it on his face. “Easy, big guy,” she said. “I’m not threatening you. In fact, I think I can help you.” Yeah. He’d heard that before. But Robin thought he could help Steve, maybe, and that was worth something. He sighed.

“So this theory.” Her smile was bright.

“Follow me.”

They ended up in an attic room at the very top of the house. The floor was bare wood with intricate designs painted on it. Billy thought they were chalk at first, but they didn’t smudge when Robin walked over them. Billy felt a tingle at the back of his neck when Robin closed the door, and then his ears popped. He looked sharply at Robin, who nodded to herself.

“Ok, so I need you to take off your necklace.”

“We literally just covered this; I don't take it off.” She was nodding.

"I know. But we're in a magically sealed room with very solid wards, so whatever your mom was protecting you from can't get to you here." She leaned closer, eyes on his pendant. She held a hand over it, not quite touching, but close enough to make him a little wary. "No, not protecting," she murmured, largely to herself. Her eyes went a little wide and came up to Billy's. "This isn't a protection spell. It's a concealment spell. A major one." Billy felt an echo of something familiar in her words, and it was deeply unsettling. He tried to keep the waver out of his voice when he spoke.

"What are you talking about, Buckley?" She straightened up and sighed.

"Again, it would be easier to show you." He just stared at her, stubborn. She rolled her eyes.

"Ok, fine. Your pendant is absolutely saturated with power. Fortunately for you, the only people you hang out with who are likely to notice are me, because witch, and Steve, because Fae senses. When you said you never took it off, I assumed it was a protection spell, but, well, you used to walk around with an awful lot of injuries for someone wearing a protective charm. That hasn't been true for a while, though." And there it was--the reason close scrutiny was never very good for Billy. Because he had a lot of secrets, and he still didn't like people knowing about them. His face must have betrayed him again because Robin's voice was gentle when she continued.

"Again, I'm not going to harm you. I can swear to it, if it would make you feel better."

"That's not super reassuring coming from someone who inadvertently permanently cursed her best friend," Billy muttered. Robin stared at him for a beat and then nodded.

"I'm going to let that one go because you're so obviously uncomfortable. But maybe be a little nicer to the person who is currently trying to help you."

"Don't need help," Billy said stubbornly. Robin just grinned at him.

"I think you just might. Now off." She gestured at the necklace. "Come on, you can put it right back on, and I promise this is a secure room. It's magically sealed up nice and tight." Billy stared at her for a long moment and then decided to humor her. He wasn't sure why. He lifted the necklace over his head and dropped it into the small silver bowl she held out to him.

"Cleansed and warded," she said, as though he had any idea what that meant. But she handled the bowl with respect as she set it gently on a table behind her. Then she turned and stared expectantly at Billy.

He felt the same as he always did, although he was just now noticing that the room was warmer than it had been before. He glanced at Robin and followed her wide-eyed gaze to his hands. His own eyes went wide as he stared down at them. His fingertips were glowing gold. The sight should have been shocking, but instead it was...familiar. It tugged at something in his mind--

And then he wasn't aware of much at all as a flood of memories swept over him. Sights, sounds, smells, the feel of power in his fingertips. His mother, talking him through the process as she prepared salves and potions and tinctures. The smell of fresh herbs and the mustiness of her drying room. Watching as she worked on his necklace every night for months. Her big eyes, sad on his as she explained. It's not safe, baby. I'm so sorry you have to hide, but I can't be there to protect you. It's not forever, I promise. My sisters will find you and they'll help you. The memories just kept coming. He was drowning in sensation and he couldn't get his bearings...

"--lly. Billy! Are you ok?" Robin's voice finally penetrated the haze of memories. Billy shook his head, trying to clear away the lingering headache caused by the flood. He gradually became aware that he was kneeling on the wooden floor of the room, hunched over, hands on the sides of his head. Tentatively, he lowered his hands and looked up. "Fuck," Robin breathed out. "You scared the shit out of me." She slumped down next to him. His fingertips were still glowing, but at least now he knew why. They sat in silence for a while. Billy eventually shifted until he was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes, just breathing. The chaos in his head was settling, the memories slotting into place among the ones he already had. He took his time, wrapping his head around the way his entire world had just shifted on its axis. Robin seemed content to breathe next to him for as long as it took. It was a small kindness, but Billy wasn't used to kindness at all.

"So you thought I was a witch," Billy finally said slowly.

"Suspected," Robin corrected. "And I was right." She clearly had any number of questions, but didn't ask any of them. She just looked at him, eyes careful on his face.

"My mom was a witch," he said, trying out the words. They felt comfortable on his tongue. "I'm a witch," he tried next. It felt good. Right. He felt whole for the first time in a long time.

"I picked that one up from context, actually," Robin teased. He glared at her, but she just smiled.

"The necklace hid my power." He sighed. "She was trying to keep me safe." Robin was nodding. She carefully did not ask from what, and Billy appreciated that kindness too.

"Your mom must have been really good," Robin said. "That's major magic." Billy nodded a little. Now that he remembered his training, he knew just how much had gone into the spell. No wonder Robin had noticed it.

Billy flinched at a sudden knock at the door, and Robin's head snapped around.

"Robin? Honey? What exactly are you doing in my workroom?" Robin grimaced. She looked at the necklace on the table. Billy stood and reached for it, but she stopped him with a hand on his wrist.

"What if you lose your memories again?" she asked. Billy hesitated. The knocking came again and Robin seemed to make a decision. She tightened her hand around Billy's wrist. "My mom is...a lot, ok, but she's also very good. She might be able to help." Billy considered it. He wasn't ready to lose all those memories again. He let the pendant slide back into the bowl, hoping he was making the right choice.

Robin crossed the room and opened the door. Her mother stepped in, and Billy felt her presence immediately. It was clear why Robin had described her as 'a lot.' She wasn't particularly tall, but the room felt smaller as soon as she entered it. Her eyes swept over the two of them, just as sharp as her daughter's. Billy kept his back straight as she studied him. She closed the door behind her, and Billy felt that tingle at the back of his neck again. This time, though, he knew it was the wards kicking in, and he remembered the sensation from his mother's workroom at home. Robin's mom turned her attention to Robin, and Billy saw her swallow once. He tensed a little, but Mrs. Buckley just shook her head, a little fondly.

"Why exactly you thought I wasn't going to notice power of this magnitude in my own workroom escapes me," she said drily.

"I didn't know what was going to happen," Robin said. Her mother sighed, exasperated.

"That's not really better, love," she said, but there was affection in it. She turned her attention to Billy, eyeing him speculatively as she moved closer and held out a hand.

"Elle Buckley. Robin's mother and local High Priestess."

"Billy Hargrove," Billy said. He wasn't sure how to explain the rest. Fortunately, Robin's mom didn't seem to need much of an explanation. She crossed to the table and passed a hand over the bowl holding his necklace, though she didn't touch it. One of her eyebrows went up and she looked back at Billy.

"That must have been a confusing few minutes," she said. "You won't lose your memories if you put it back on. It will conceal your power from others, but not from you anymore."

"You're sure?" Billy asked.

"I am," she said with confidence. "It was elegant spellwork." She stared at him for a long moment. "Your mother, I assume?" Billy nodded. "She trained you?" He nodded again. Mrs. Buckley nodded to herself and turned back to Robin.

"That was reckless," she said. "What exactly were you thinking?" Robin flushed under her mother's scrutiny.

"He should know what he is," Robin said. Her mother just cocked an eyebrow and held her gaze, waiting. Robin sighed. "And I thought maybe he could help with Steve's curse," she admitted, mainly to the floor. Mrs. Buckley's expression went a little hard around the edges.

"We've been over this, Robin. The Harrington boy can get help from his family if he needs it." Billy looked at Robin, who was still looking at the floor. The Harrington boy? Not Steve, not your best friend. There was a story there. "Besides, Billy needs our help at the moment," she continued. She turned back to Billy.

"You've missed a lot of time as an apprentice," she said. "How old were you when your mother gave you the pendant?"

"Thirteen," Billy said. He wouldn't forget that age anytime soon; it had been a bad year. Mrs. Buckley nodded.

"We'll have to get you set up with someone in town," she mused.

"Not right away, though," Robin interjected. Her mother looked at her, surprised. "He literally just found out. He can take a little while to get used to it, Mom. He's got the basics, right?" Robin glanced at him and he nodded. His mom had taught him enough to keep himself and others safe. Robin's mom looked between them for a long moment, and then sighed.

"All right. Come see me when you're ready to get started. And keep that pendant on, for now, if you're not in a sealed workroom," she said to Billy. He nodded again. He had planned to do that anyway. Mrs. Buckley looked at Robin. "Next time, maybe give me a heads-up before you want to use my workroom? I can only help if I'm actually present when something happens." Robin also nodded, and Mrs. Buckley swept out of the room, pointedly waiting to open the door until Billy had his necklace on. He felt better with it back in place.

Robin led Billy out of the workroom and back through the house, and then followed him out to his car. She stood at the passenger door expectantly. He sighed and unlocked it. They sat there in silence while he lit a cigarette. She shook her head when he offered her the pack.

"What are we doing?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I have two pieces of good news for you," she said. He gestured at her to continue. "You're a witch," she started.

"Wait, what?" he said, acting surprised. The smile vanished off of her face for just a second until she realized he was kidding. She shoved at his arm.

"You dick. I thought you had lost your memories again." She glared at him while he laughed. "What I was trying to say was that there are a couple of implications of your new status that you might find interesting."

"Oh?" he asked, drawing out the word, tone as obnoxious as possible.

"First of all," she said, smile going a little sharp, "curses don't work on other witches. So whatever you feel for Steve is all you, friend." She smirked when Billy looked over at her, and then she kept talking. "That was why I wanted to test my theory so badly." Billy thought about it.

"You know this doesn't actually fix anything, right? He's still cursed."

"Sure," Robin said, "but we found a nice little loophole, and now we can just exploit the shit out of it."

"So what, Steve just has to spend the rest of his life cursed? Come on, Buckley." Robin looked at him and then smiled.

"Hey, maybe the curse will be broken as soon as you kiss him. I suggest you try it. But please do me a huge favor and tell Steve the news when I'm there? I really want to see his face."

"Yeah, no, I'm definitely not doing that." Robin stared at him, amused.

"You don't seem quite as happy as I thought you'd be," she said, and then her eyes widened. "You don't know how to tell him that you like him," she breathed.

"What? I don't...I mean, I do..." She let him flounder, smile growing wider by the second. He finally trailed off.

"Good luck with all of that," she said, gesturing in his general direction. "The good news is that you're a witch and Steve is half-Fae, so you've got a long-ass time to get your shit together. I have a feeling you're going to need it." She opened the car door and got out.

"Thanks," he said sarcastically, and then he felt bad. She had, after all, given him back a part of himself that he hadn't even known was missing. "Thanks," he said again, more sincerely this time. She held his gaze and nodded, giving him a small, genuine smile. Then she closed the car door and turned to head back into her house.

Billy sat there for a while, Robin's words from before ringing in his ears. Do you want a shot at Steve Harrington or not?  He did, obviously, and now he had one. What he still didn't have was any fucking idea what to do about it.

#harringrove #my writing #harringroveweekoflove #a lil late #mythological creatures au

[ao3gingerswag]

Okay. So. Since this story takes place before Columbus, there aren’t razors the way we know of them today. So, in order to stay clean-shaven, men would use knives and stuff.

And because of that, how in the world is Dean going to shave? He’s going to get triggered no matter who does it (Sam, Cas, himself, etc). Will he have scruff and just trim it? But do scissors exist? Do they have scissors? I know Cas will probably have a small beard (like the one in Purgatory) and Sam can shave if he needs to (since he doesn’t have knife triggers) but what about Dean???

(I apologize in advance for bringing this upon you. I really do love your world and I’m usually the person to write the things about Dean and Cas cuddling or Sam and Cas bonding but this appeared in my brain and like!!!!! I need answers!!!!!)

hmm u know honestly i hadn't thought about that much?? but heres what im thinking 1. i actually dont think knives r gonna be as big of a trigger as one may expect. this is because knives were not just used as a weapon, but were like one of the most commonly used daily tools in the middle ages. so dean would have and would continue to be exposed to them in so many contexts that i dont think he would necessarily associate them with trauma outside of like particular instances. like...it would sort of be like having a traumatic thing happen in a car. like maybe the sight of cars would be triggering for a little white, but eventually they are just so prevalent in everyday non-traumatic life that you probably wouldn't associate them primarily with that traumatic experience, u know?

that being said, dean may still not like having knives close to his FACE, esp at first, which brings me to my 2nd point, which is that i thankfully dont think dean is the kinda kid who is gonna grow facial hair for a long while. like, he's a shrimpy kid to begin with, and with the malnutrition, i dont see him really growing facial hair until hes like 20/21, u know? and by that point he will hopefully have recovered somewhat and not be as jumpy. (maybe he closes his eyes and lets cas do it for him? ;~; so he doesnt have to see the knife, and bc he trusts cas more than he trusts even himself? ;~;)

noooooo babe dont apologize!!! i love ur thoughts about the cuddling and stuff but this is an interesting one as well!!

#ao3gingerswag #asks #prompts #wander home

[whoslaurapalmer]

utena manga AND adolescence manga!!!! the longest of any of my utena posts why did i have so much to say. 

-i do have to say that the box set is amazing. i’ve never owned hardcover manga before!! and the art is really beautiful and i love all the color illustrations....... -also came with a poster!! but i, don’t particularly want naked utena and anthy on my wall. 

-i always love utena, so much  -“it’s not shocking pink, it’s rose! it’s a nice color. i picked it out, after all.” babygirl  (-omg the explanation that there is a list of stylists that she could get uniforms from and at least she picked one on the list) -poor kaido.......he’s the true Pre-Series Friend Who Shows Up In The First Episode And Is Never Heard From Again Once The Plot Kicks In 

-i like that the manga has an explanation of how utena found ohtori academy because, you do wonder -- but i also like how she’s just There in the anime, with absolutely no explanation of how she got There, she’s just There and maybe she’s always been there!, re: time, it ultimately doesn’t matter, it’s where she wound up regardless  -the.......floaty dreaminess of it......... -uggg wait especially because even though it has been akio manipulating her around all this time she still doesn’t truly go to ohtori because of akio she goes because of anthy 

-i’m. look i don’t even want to say it cause this is a straight-up terrible nickname and i am in pain over it but i have to say something  -mr -mr l  -mr  -licky -lick  -i have to wonder how other people have translated that 

-me: hey that looks like he licked the tears off her face??? utena: i named him --  the narrator living inside my brain: and at that moment lulu vandelay considered launching a book across the room for the first time in her twenty-six years of life

-you know utena if your aunt got transfered to amsterdam, you still would’ve wound up at an ohtori academy  -what even happens at the ohtori in amsterdam??????????????  -what  -do they do an exchange program?? do they ever get anyone back??? is amsterdam also creating a world?????? or are they fine over there??? -is it alt universe ohtori???? 

-chu-chu is so fluffy!!!! so soft.......big squish........huggable............ -anthy making him a tie because she felt bad about him not wearing anything!!!! 

-THE MANGA MOVES VERY FAST HONESTLY -especially because i hit a point where i too was reading as fast as possible to get through it but there was still SO MUCH 

-no nanami????? no nanami at all??????? except for that one picture of her???????  -no???????  -look. i really love nanami and i didn’t realize how much i really liked her until she wasn’t there :( cause i liked her in the first place but i miss all her antics :( and i liked where her character arc went a lot :(  -she’s very loud about this but she’s really just that tumblr post that’s like ‘i put ‘i love salsa’ in the chat and no one said anything and i wondered if salsa had killed a parent or if salsa ever really existed’ and that’s relatable  -and the second-guessing embarrassment of every single thing in your life and yet the commitment to radical high-and-mighty confidence about the same exact things to compensate??? good for her!!!! 

-utena, with the power of dios: i can see every move! me: wow didn’t know dios had the sharingan 

-INTRIGUED actually by touga having. a secret room with a big fucking calendar with zodiac symbols and all the fights predetermined  -like there’s something super interesting about that  -like...... -on one hand a physical representation of The Plot Being Controlled. The Plot Has A Map Now. on the other hand, touga has to write it all down like a nerd bc he’s not akio and has no sway himself over the narrative and he needs a reference 

-i’m absolutely fascinated by how a group of people can come together and create The Same Story that is so different in the manga and the anime.....  -just. how  -in a good way and a bad way. in the good way, how do you collaborate with people like that????? in the bad way, how do you create two completely separate thematic takes on the same story  -with so many of the same base scenes!!!! they go completely different ways!!!!! i’m!!!!!!!!!!!! 

-oh i do love the character profiles. i like knowing birthdays!! 

-akio grabbing utena because he thought she was anthy

-it fucking goes from. ‘everyone in this manga wants to fuck touga’ to ‘everyone in this manga will support utena, EVEN TOUGA?????’ like wow  -he’s just.........living with them..................................... -like a creep  -AND HE JUST GIVES UP THE STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENCY THAT’S THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING  -doesn’t take much to get them to break the system down here but they’re still not breaking the system down here  -oh my god it’s like the sad lemon man movie speedrunning the first 3 books and hitting the plot notes with none of the substantial theme  -it’s just, i don’t think the manga is completely terrible, like i think there are some interesting moments but i also know the common perception is The Manga Is Terrible? so i’m like. do i pick out the interesting things and try and give them meaning? or do i just. wholesale agree that this is, on a whole other thematic plane and terrible  (-my whole life is ‘i should be able to make my own opinion on something!’ vs ‘but i like to read other people’s opinions to make sure i don’t miss anything but that should not replace my own capacity for critical thought which i am clearly capable of and did a great deal of work on as a lit major!!’) (oh this is anxiety.) (it’s a lot of ‘i don’t want to misinterpret this in any way because that is a failure on my part so i’m digging around for explanations’ oh that’s still anxiety.) 

-i mean. the emphasis on ‘friendship’ more than anything with anthy is, disappointing, but i DO also like utena trying to get anthy to make friends and that anthy’s first instinct is to take after wakaba because that’s super cute 

-chu-chu narrating the curry story!!  -he’s just such a sweet bean. 

-utena: akio? the devil, lucifer? me, reigning my brain back in as it shoots into hyperdrive: okay lulu you’re right about the tarot symbolism but now is not the time, bring it back, girl  (......utena’s the fool nemuro hall is the tower the car at the end of the movie is the world anthy stabbing utena is the ten of swords (not in the sense of betrayal but in the end of the cycle/story portrayed in the swords suit)) (ANYWAY) 

-and then touga still somehow stays at the center of the story and utena relies on him....... -there’s a bigger reliance on men in the manga that is not, challenged at all, re: touga and dios -but at least akio’s still a full-on creep  -actually i think he unsettled me just a smidge more which was a big accomplishment, considering the time i almost fell over furniture 

-me: oh my god are utena and anthy gonna switch places???  me: NOOOOOOO -anthy’s coffin breaking because utena puts the ring back on....... -but, like........dios is completely incapable of action as well and utena doesn’t need him to rescue anthy  -dios is more some ethereal grand thing here instead of an idealized past self that akio has lost access to and can never regain and was never truly good in the first place  -although utena and anthy switching is, interesting. reinforces akio making utena a princess when again she’s neither and it’s.......a little “in the end, girls are all like rose brides” and women are manipulated around by men, but also, kind of loses what anthy holding the swords meant in the first place? 

-touga: you have to do it, utena me: touga stop trying to steal the scene. get out. get out now 

-THE CASTLE IS REAL????????????????????????? 

-okay the absolute roller coaster between ‘he’s gonna kill dios????’ ‘that’s the manga backstory?????’ ‘DIOS IS JUST DEAD NOW????’ ‘NO HE WAS STILL DIOS THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!!’  -oh but you know you could read it as a, killing your past self sort of thing -...........although that doesn’t really vibe here, does it 

-i think them being specifically ‘gods’ takes away from just the, cycle of humanity kind of thing........ -it’s so pleasantly vague in the anime because how dios came to be Dios and why anthy had to put a stop to it just doesn’t matter. it’s not what matters. it’s not what’s important. the fact that it happened at all is what matters.  -and somehow he still wasn’t dios the whole time!!!!!  -“she kept his sword in her bosom, one last token of her love!” that’s an.........interesting way to put it -i mean, yeah maybe?? but also, no?????????????????????????????? 

-anthy’s kind of, watered down a little in the manga too, in a way?  -STABBING UTENA WAS SO IMPORTANT TOO 

-noooooo where are my girls learning that it’s not about being a prince and that it’s just genuine love and being there for someone  -i mean i guess the love is here but. “i must be the prince myself” no!!!! noooooooooo  -you know what i don’t even want to THINK about akio and utena..........like that 

-AND THERE’S STILL TOUGA!!! IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL!!!!!!!!!! TOUGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA  -anthy: /wearing utena’s uniform me: /staring into the camera like i’m on the office 

-like...............well that just continues the cycle then, doesn’t it, in a way  -which, is its own kind of story.............. -and i guess you could also make a case for ‘well no one’s immediately recovered right after a story that takes time and it’s not always perfect and that could involve anthy emulating utena’ -BUT NO!!!! NO??????? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  -i think that’s giving the manga too much credit considering how much it forced ‘the prince’ at the end!!!!!!!!  -i get it. i get the ‘the manga is terrible.’ i see you.  -it wasn’t, completely terrible, but, wow. i get it. 

-okay hold on i still have two side stories before adolescence

-OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? ONCE AGAIN I HAVE TO DEAL WITH RUKA  -WAS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT I HAVE ALREADY SUFFERED  -ruka i still hate you. that’s all i have to say on that 

-and black rose arc condensed to thirty pages????  -the way mikage acts towards mamiya is like. blatantly creepy in the anime but i didn’t think it was here???? rude.  -anthy and utena holding hands after it, though....... 

-OKAY, adolescence  -i feel like, i was unduly harsh on the movie...... -mostly because i was reading the youtube comments on the dub before i watched and people were talking about how terrible the dub was (i did not watch the dub)  -and i knew about the car and i was just really thrown by the car. the cars. just. unexpected  -but if the manga speedruns in a bad way the movie speedruns in a way that not only hit the plot elements but picked up a lot of the thematic elements as well!!  -i mean every arc was touched upon in some way! even the black rose arc! -which haunts me, regularly.  -also i am forever going to be thinking about the fwwm parallel like damn  -it really was a good time....... -oh! this in particular was why i was a little concerned about missing anything in thinking about the manga   -like...is this a bad character choice in good writing, or is this a bad character choice in bad writing? sometimes i’m not always great at that 

-anyway.  -the manga was really mostly the same except somehow touga was more uncomfortable, there were no cars, and utena and touga had sex uggg  -god i SWEAR when i was flipping through last week i saw a car though. i swear???? i thought i did?????  -guess i didn’t!! 

-touga: as long as you keep me there in your heart, i can continue to exist like this. i can stay at this school for all eternity.  me: The Grief™ vs ohtori academy doing its thing vs I HATE THIS AAAAAAAAA 

-anthy, to akio: be gone! you’re only in my mind! me: oh that’s a powerful statement though. re: like, how akio keeps anthy 

-what i DID really really love was the little scene at the end with anthy and utena out of ohtori and older in a planetarium theater after everything and being cute on a date (with chu-chu!) and that that’s how it ends (even if utena was still thinking about touga) with them holding hands walking out............... -the softness!!!! 💖💖 

#lulu talks about utena

[telesthisia]

1, 2, 4, 14

1 - on formatting

🎶 Oooo yeah yeah, baby there’s nothing more I dread than that hard formatting I just read 🎶 

IT’S HARD FOR ME TO READ SO I CAN’T REALLY SAY I LIKE IT TOO MUCH IF IT’S OVER THE TOP. Formatting is fine, I’m not here to police someone if they like doing that. Heck, I format myself very slightly. I like using small text since I tend to write a lot and bolding the words! Because my eyes easily get lost and I just think it looks neat. And that’s the thing, I have a tough time reading sometimes because 🎶 learning disability as the result of adhd 🎶 that’s not to say I can’t read, but more my brain mixes up certain words and order of sentences due to reading too fast. I gotta reread things. So when people use the extra small text mixed with big small text and regular text, bold every other word, underline other words, italic the last word, and spaces it so far out I’m pretty sure the sentence is half way across the world, I Do Not Care For That. My brain can only process so much, I’m not smart. And I don’t want to work harder for a hobby either. So, I just stay away from it. Maybe go “why this” but that’s about it. If that’s what they like to do, than far be it from me to go “you can’t do that”. 

2 - on OCs. 

Answered that! But I hate linking so long story short: I love all of my mutual’s ocs all of them and they Are Mine Now. 

4 - on your fandom. 

What’s cool about L////OZ is how creative this fandom is! I love seeing art, music remixes, closer looks at world building, and really good fanfics! That said, I’m not a super huge fan of this fandom but well I hate all fandoms jakbdhjbd. It’s mostly how certain fanon I don’t vibe with yet people treat it as canon, the never ending timeline debate, and just how wrong people can be about certain characters aka boiling them down to one trait. In a joking manner, I don’t see issue with that but no people take that seriously and I’m just like noooooo, that’s not very sexy haha don’t do thaaaaat noooooooo. Aside from that, I like doing my own thing and talking to some fans about it! It’s a franchise a lot adore, so it’s nice to geek out with others! 

14 - on one liners

I like em! My brain is always fried due to work and other IRL junk. Bigger threads are great but it’s nice to sit back and relax with cute, smaller threads after a long, long day. I write to unwind, one liners does that beautifully! Sometimes, you can even time skip certain threads and just explore dynamics which I love doing! Or, for first time meetings explore it from there too! Also, sometimes they can get longer too which is another plus!! Part of the reason why I love twitter RP is that I can do as many one liners as I want all while mobile bound, I’d do it here but let’s face it tumblr mobile is dog shit. And, I can have my cake and eat it too since DM rps you can go ape shit crazy hehe. 

#emperorofthedarkrealm #| answered. #yah! that's more or less it hehe #am i go crazy with twitter rp mentions YES because i love it so much I MEAN THERE ARE WEIRDOS DON'T GET ME WRONG #but weeps weeps it's nice how cool ppl are with my wittle oc ;v;

[velkynkarma]

So I’m suuuper late to the party, but I finally, finally finished Rhythm of War. 

I am delighted by it. Thoughts and reactions under the cut, just in case for spoilers.

OKAY SO I had a lot of feelings about this book, and I wanted to be able to sit down and read the book properly and devote time to it, instead of sneaking paragraphs here or there during work breaks. So that’s why it took me so long to read it. In a way I feel like a terrible fan for taking so long when I was so excited about reading it for over a year, but in another way I am satisfied that I did it justice.

General thoughts/reactions:

I am legitimately impressed with how well Sanderson handled Shallan’s Dissociative Identity Disorder. DID is one of those mental illnesses that gets butchered so hard in media, and carries such a stigma of being “evil” or “creepy.” But Shallan’s representation seems much more factual in terms of how we know DID works today, including but not limited to:

Created from a severe trauma at a very young age, in which the brain starts splitting itself in order to protect against traumas and form survival mechanisms

Alters exist to protect the system and handle tasks for the host that the host cannot handle. Both Veil and Radiant handle tasks/functions that Shallan can’t

Also establishing that different alters can have different skills (such as Shallan being good at drawing and Lightweaving while Veil is bad at it, or Radiant handling espionage poorly)

Establishing that actual DID treatments do include encouraging alters to learn to work together and establish communication lines between each other. I like that the three create a pact to work together and rules to stand by and enforce them on each other to the best of their ability. They mess up sometimes (Radiant killing Ialai, Veil forcibly taking over sometimes). But they try. 

But also establishing that prior to Shallan’s realization of what was happening at the end of Oathbringer, each of these alters had their own memories and ways of handling things and did not necessarily communicate with each other

Establishing that multiple times in prior books when Shallan thought she was ‘acting’ she was actually Blending with another identity, either Veil or Radiant. This becomes more apparent when Veil or Radiant actively discuss being the ones to do things that were previously from “Shallan’s” perspective (such as Veil learning slight of hand/etc at the beginning of Words of Radiance). This stuck out to me as especially interesting since accounts of people with DID often mention not knowing they have it or are switching for years, but being semi-aware of doing things differently than normal. 

Veil being a protector-type alter and a trauma holder is extraordinarily common in DID cases and made an absolute ton of sense. It also suggests that she’s been around for YEARS longer than before Shallan ‘created’ her which, again, is not uncommon with DID cases

Veil, at least, also acts like she’s much older than Shallan, even calling her things like ‘kid.’ While Veil is, of course, no older than Shallan, this is completely accurate that alters can have different ages and even different genders to the host body in terms of how they perceive themselves

Establishing that fusions/integrations are possible, with Veil being ‘absorbed’ by Shallan at the end. This is a part of DID treatment and I like that it was handled in a way where both alters consented and the trauma was released, but it was handled. Even if Veil developed additional skills over time, it’s clear her first and foremost job was as a trauma holder alter, and once the trauma was no longer being hidden, her ‘purpose’ was done. And now Veil is a part of Shallan, and the expectation is that somewhere down the line, Radiant will join too.

Very very VERY VERY importantly, establishing Shallan’s interaction with other characters as a system with DID in a way that did not make her look like she was ‘crazy.’ DID is super serious and systems are often stigmatized. But I adored that Adolin is supportive and treats each alter on their own playing field (and even seems to be able to recognize them without Shallan changing hair color). I love that other characters like Kaladin admit they don’t exactly get it, but do their best to be respectful of it anyway. I love that nobody treats Shallan like a freak and sticks her in a padded room, and that people DO respect her wishes and treat Veil and Radiant as equally viable people. I love that it’s treated so healthily. 

Honestly my only real ‘hmm, not exactly like that’ moments were thinking back on how Shallan ‘created’ personalities. Veil being a trauma holder for Shallan’s old memories implies she’s been around for a long time, so she wasn’t really “created” in that sense, just given more of a face/name. But Radiant appears to have been created spur of the moment when Adolin was all ‘hey, let me teach you to swordfight!!!’ To the best of my knowledge people with DID don’t really have control over when they split, nor do they really get to actively ‘design’ their alters. It’s more like alters form as needed to handle something. But considering how accurate everything else is, and that possibly this is just Shallan’s way of handling her splitting in a way that makes sense to her, I’m willing to give this a cautious pass.

Also maybe lost memory moments. People with DID generally can lose time. Shallan doesn’t seem to, but then towards the end we also see she’s not a reliable narrator in her own right, since somehow Radiant managed to kill Ialai when we’re reading that passage. So it’s possible we the readers are missing things because Shallan is, too.

That said, the way DID works, it will never really go away even if Shallan does fully integrate. I’m curious if more alters could form down the line. I thought this had been happening with ‘Formless,’ but Formless didn’t turn out to be another alter so much. Oh well.

I had wondered about Shallan and Pattern’s bond for a while, and I’d been wondering if maybe she had a different spren ever since Pattern mentioned he could go away or she might kill him too back in...Oathbringer, I think it was? It seemed strange to me that Shallan wouldn’t have seen him around for a long time in his pattern form, or that she’d get chased by so many cryptics in book 1, if she’d been bonded to him this whole time. Or that she had a shardblade she could summon in book 1, but Pattern hadn’t been established as a character yet. And then when Adolin met a deadeye Cryptic in Shadesmar, I was like, ‘damn, that’s Shallan’s first spren isn’t it.’ And I was vindicated. I feel stupidly proud of myself for catching even one of Sanderson’s twists.

I think this is the first book in the series where Kaladin’s arc didn’t really grab me as much as the others to start. Not that it was bad, I still really enjoyed it, especially towards the end. But I was surprised to find when I got to Part Three and Kaladin’s name was listed but Adolin’s wasn’t that I went, ‘awww, damn,’ and used that as my break point for the night. 

I think part of this is that so much of Kaladin’s story that I love and adore is about not just Kaladin, but Kaladin’s friends and found family arcs with Bridge Four, and so much of that was taken away from him in the early part of the story. Like Kaladin, I guess I was just sad about everyone moving on and him being along. Sigzil going off to be the new Windrunner leader, Rock leaving, Rlain leaving (for a while at least), Adolin and Shallan leaving...it was hard. I felt his depression. Unfortunately, it made it a bit difficult to read, I guess.

On the flip side though, Kaladin’s ending arc in the story was A+ and I loved it. I love that his Fourth Ideal is specifically accepting that he cannot save everyone, which is something he’s struggled with from his very first appearance in the very first book. I love how this sheds so much light on that moment in Oathbringer where Syl is calling for him to speak the words and he just can’t, because at the time, he wasn’t ready to accept that he couldn’t save everyone. I love that he admits to Dalinar that he really did need help and a chance to recover, and that his setup for the next book doesn’t seem to be as Stormblessed, the soldier, but as a healer. And I love that he made up with his dad in the end, and did manage to at least save him.

ROCK. NOOOO.

TEFT. NOOOOOO! 

And yet as always, Sanderson books are the only books where I really feel...ok with character death. It’s sad, for sure, but also deaths have purpose in his stories. Nobody is killed meaninglessly. 

I think my favorite arc was Adolin’s, throughout the whole course of the book? I can’t help it. I love my enthusiastic, optimistic himbo who is just doing his best. Every time he was like ‘well I’m useless since I’m not a Radiant, but I’ll do the best I can’ I was like NO, HONEY NO, YOU’RE SO IMPORTANT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT YOU ARE REALLY? Look at all the people you help!!! Just look at them all!!! 

As stated earlier, I love that he’s just so damned supportive of Shallan’s condition. Even if they don’t have words for ‘DID’ in Roshar or even understand it in their own terms, he’s just so damn supportive. She tells him she’s got multiple alters and he’s just like ‘cool, how can I help.’ He loves his wife. He’s friendly with Radiant. He’ll share jabs with Veil. He just wants to help, always. 

I love that he’s so supportive of Kaladin too. I adored towards the beginning, where Kaladin’s going into a depressive spiral, and Syl gets Adolin because Adolin is one of the few people he can’t intimidate. And I adore that Adolin is supportive, but in a way that shows he gets it. He knows it’s not safe to leave Kaladin alone with himself and refuses to let that happen. But he also doesn’t force him to participate and acknowledges that yeah, you can feel like shit, and that’s ok, but you’re gonna feel like shit around other people, because it’ll help you. And it does. And I love that a thousand pages later Kaladin starts going into another depressive spiral and happens to mention, ‘fuck, Adolin’s not here to pull me out this time,’ recognizing what Adolin can do. I just love how much their friendship has progressed.

I love that he’s still so supportive of his brother, even if Renarin was barely in this book. I love that he even briefly defends Renarin against Shallan, even when he recognizes she doesn’t really mean any harm. 

I adore his continued arc with Maya. I love that he was so excited to go to Shadesmar so he could see her again. I love how he’s clearly had offers from spren or other Radiants to talk to spren about bonding to him, and he’s like, ‘nah,’ cause he’s loyal to her. I love how everyone keeps insisting ‘deadeyes can’t speak, deadeyes can’t feel’ and he’s just like, yes?? Yes they can??? Have you ever fucking tried??? I love that it’s his genuine connection to Maya that helps her recover enough to actually talk on her own with more clarity, and how she’s clearly coming back to herself. And what a revelation, that Maya and the others deliberately sacrificed themselves. And I love that ultimately it’s his bond with Maya that gives him success with the honorspren. He did this his own way, with his own skills, in a unique way that nobody else has ever done before, because maybe he’s not a Radiant in the shiny new sense of the word, but he’s the only person out there willing to treat his sword like a partner and show kindness to spren and that shows. 

I also really do hope he works stuff out with his dad because he’s got every right to be angry but also, I want him to be happy :( 

Ultimately I adore Adolin’s whole polarity, that he’s a masterful duelist and combatant, and has probably killed hundreds, and yet his best quality is his sheer kindness. He has really grown on me as a character since book one, honestly. I remember not liking him in book one. I still don’t, when I reread it! But in the rest, he’s probably second only to Kaladin as my favorite.

Venli. I remember not really liking Venli in earlier books. I thought Eshonai was cool, but Venli I remember just not really vibing with. Seeing her story really made her a lot more interesting to me though, especially since I love her whole gradual growth as a character. Openly admitting to herself that she’s a coward and just wanted to get attention against her sister...and then doing something about it to better herself. Doubting her abilities to do so and being uneasy about it the whole time, but ultimately doing it anyway. She’s a flawed character, but she’s a good character, and I grew to like her so much more after seeing her story. 

Also, I loved Eshonai’s mercy at the end there. Fuckin yes. Bittersweet smiles all around.

Szeth-son-son-Vallano wore white on the day he was to kill a king, because apparently white is the listener battle color, it makes SENSE now

I am also veeery curious what is going on with Szeth, who wasn’t really in this book all that much. And I’m curious if ‘Sixteen’ in Lasting Integrity is actually his dad, because they sure drew attention to a hiding Shin man and then immediately never mentioned him again. 

Raboniel. MAN. What a fucking character. I was fascinated with her from the beginning. I never knew exactly what to think of her, because we see her from so many perspectives. Leshwi, who has been established as possibly the ‘goodest’ and most sane of the Fused, openly tells us not to trust her. We learn she’s done terrible things in her lifetime, like trying to create a plague to destroy all of humanity, and one of her titles is just straight-up scary af. She learns how to really, truly, actually kill spren, which is terrifying. She tried to kill the Sibling, which is obviously Super Bad. And yet, she’s such a compelling character. She’s polite and reasonable, to a degree. Clever and enormously genre-savvy, but also blunt and to the point, knowing full well Venli is being used to spy on her and Navani is working against her and blatantly stating so. She’s so intelligent, and is willing to both respect Navani and work with her to create things together, and recognize her worth. I never fully trusted her at any point, because we know she’s done so much to be scared of, but man, I enjoyed reading her segments so freaking much. I was sad when she died, and her weird frenemy relationship with Navani was really intriguing. 

I really enjoyed Dabbid’s little segments. I’m so happy he’s comfortable talking around the others. I’m also happy to see Sanderson delving into including more autistic characters in different points on the spectrum, while also showing other people treating them well.

Taravangian. I still don’t know where to stand on this guy and I’m very nervous now that he’s basically a god and apparently smart enough to outwit everyone else again. I was excited when he actually managed to kill Rayse but fuck, we might have been better off with Rayse.

SOMEBODY ACTUALLY MANAGAGED TO OUTWIT HOID AND I’M SCARED AF AT WHAT THAT MEANS

Moash. I just. Fuck. I don’t even know. I’m not even sure if this counts as him killing under his own power or not. He doesn’t really want to take responsibility for his actions, and as long as Odium takes his pain and feelings, he doesn’t have to. But that moment when he wasn’t protected, he seemed upset with what he had done. So I really have no damned clue where his story is gonna go. But fuck, it’s scary how easily he almost undid Kaladin completely. He knew exactly what buttons to press. We’re lucky the Pursuer ignored him and attacked anyway, or he really would’ve won.

I’ll admit, my Cosmere knowledge is less than stellar, so I’m still not entirely sure I understand the stuff with the Heralds and Mraize. But I am definitely curious to see where it’s going on a surface level, at least. 

LIFT USES LIFELIGHT that explains a lot. I wish she’d been in this story more because I adore her lol. 

I know Sanderson announced Ace Jasnah a while back, but I love that it’s been so firmly established in the book itself. No beating around the bush or leaving people to wonder. She just straight-up says she’s got no real interest in sexual stuff and never really got how it drove others. I love it. I love seeing that so honestly and bluntly stated. 

Anyway I’m sure there’s a lot more to be said but overall, A++++ as always, super adored, next one when???? 

#Velkynkarma rambles #Stormlight Archive #Rhythm of War spoilers

[sarcasticnerdfan]

Things my English teacher has said

(keep in mind this is on Zoom and we only have English class twice a week right now. Also I’m changing his name to Mr. Smith just in case haha.)

”This young boy was actually a type of cat.”

”I promise this isn’t a threat, it’s just a fact.”

*giggles hysterically* “I’m getting excited now!”

“Would you want to be protected if you murdered someone?”

“That doesn’t mean you can just go around and murder people!”

“Have you ever murdered someone?”

“Hiding a murder isn’t usually a good option.” ~We read a lot of short stories about murders okay~

“Make sure you purchase some of that sweet Mr. Smith merch.”

“...make sure to like and subscribe!” *ends Zoom meeting*

“For school purposes, I just drew an inflatable spear.”

“When do you see someone with red eyes?”

“A really long list of two basic items.”

“This video is required by law and it’s 40 minutes long, so that really sucks for you guys.”

“Skateboards will be finnessed.”

“You’re all absolutely riveted, right?” because everyone had their cameras off and mics muted.

“Gangs in school may cause destruction.”

“Good cavorting, excellent cavorting.”

“Focus on his cheeks, best cheeks in DHS.”

“No drugs on the bus.”

“That’s what happens when you stand up on a moving bus.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw one or two people fall asleep on camera.”

“I thrive in awkward silence.” *entire class proceeds to be silent for fifteen straight minutes*

“SHI--OOT, I was muted!”

“She basically looks like Angela from The Office.”

“That’s a new problem!”

We’ll measure your brain with our measuring cups.”

“If you don’t like the book, you can burn it!”

“I actually have no idea how any of this works.”

“I don’t know, ask your homeroom teacher. If I’m your homeroom teacher....good luck with that. I’m sorry.”

“Feel free to interrupt me; I’m talking nonsense anyway.”

“I want to wrinkle your brain as much as possible.”

“Come to the front of the class and we’ll measure your brain.”

“It would be helpful if I knew how to use my computer.”

“Some sort of connection is back, and I have no idea what happened, but it’s fine.”

“It’s not a wallet chain, it’s a scrunchy chain! God!”

“This song is comparing high-schoolers to soldiers, and it has a point. That’s the bad part.”

“You have a measuring cup for someone’s brain. Because that’s how that works.”

“Gimme a second.” *off screen* “Get outta here!” *throws cat*

“Two a.m. in the morning.”

“I don’t know how much depth Luigi really has as a character.”

“What the heck is water?”

“How many times do you use the English language?”

“Do you speak more than once a day?”

“Whoooo! That’s not so bad!” *after drawing something that no one could interpret*

“Gotta add some wiggles here.”

“That’s so bad. That’s not how lines go.”

“I’ve got twenty minutes left to do everything else.”

“You could try, but you’re also very wrong.”

“We could ‘TLAK’ about characters.” (yes, TLAK, I did not misspell that)

“Mr. Smith on the whiteboard drawing really...COOL things.”

“Ahh that’s a joke.”

“If you ever want to sound, uh, cultured.”

“That’s a tree, should have been a house.”

“Nature doesn’t give you second chances. Nature is the cruellest antagonist of all.”

“The author has this thing where he just kills everyone all the time.”

“Senores, channel your inner Justin Timberlake.”

“The character is kind of an idiot. It’s not their fault.”

“I hear myself talk too much.”

“It’s just a rat that knows how to cook, right?” *nervous laugh*

“Oh no! Oh yes! NOOOOOO! Oh wait, it’s fine.”

“Don’t call him a ginger. That’s kind of not. Nice.”

“I swear to God. I know ‘life’ doesn’t have two L’s in it.”

“That’s stupid. I’m erasing that.” *draws smiley face*

“Only $99 is not a tone.”

“Politicians have to sell themselves for votes...that didn’t sound right. Politicians are not prostitutes.”

“Words put together make a phrase.”

*loud sigh* “That was a good pun.”

“If birds and humans switched places, would we also switch sizes? ‘Cause I don’t think most branches could hold me.”

“No offense to anyone who likes...fishy milk.”

“You don’t want to use the wrong word because that’s called ‘being embarrassing.’“

“His eyes that are way up on his head, so Nick...doesn’t have a forehead.”

“Not that I’m biased or anything, but he’s a terrible person.”

“I don’t think the sun should be called Kanye West. I don’t think Kanye needs a bigger ego.”

“The sun should be named after Kanye West so he’s finally outshined.”

“But what if you guys were wrong?” *dramatic gasp*

*sends 1000 boat emojis into the chat*

“This seems like a terrible idea. Let’s do it.”

“How do we show wealth? MONOCLES.” and then a few that are actually good advice

“Don’t judge your week based on how you feel Monday morning.”

“We should always seek to understand those who are different.” I might add more to this later

#high school #english #teacher #zoomclasses #online school #school #student #language #funny #quotes #true quotes #zoommeeting #online classes #real quotes #highschool

[strangelittlestories]

Me: Okay, so we're doing this?

Brain: Apparently so.

Me: Remind me … Why?

Brain: It's the only thing we could do.

Me: What thing?

Brain: Write.

Me: But why write this?

Brain: It's the only thing we could write.

Me: This weird conversation with me and my brain?

Brain: Yup.

Me: Why?

Brain: These are strange times.

Me: That's all you've got?

Brain: I am very warm today.

Me: But...surely I am my brain?

Brain: You're also a bunch of chemicals and muscle memory and lizard impulses. I'm just the brain bit.

Me: But surely I'm using you to write?

Brain: Yes, which is why I am going to write this.

Me: I'm a butt. A real big butt called Webster. [Fart noises]

Brain: So how about you try not to stare too hard at the abstraction layer and we'll have no more of that unpleasantness, 'kay?

Me: Got it. Totally. Uh, so, what do we want to talk about?

Brain: You've been thinking about rainbows a lot recently?

Me: That feels like a more serious bit of writing, to be honest.

Brain: You sure? There's probably a lot to say about *use* and signalling and how you mark territory and safety and your own faith and multiplicity and hope and how a thing doesn't need to be owned to be taken…

Me: We just did the 'talking about the thing while claiming to not talk about the thing' didn't we?

Brain: A little bit, but we lampshaded it.

Me: Cool.

Brain: You could talk about dark times and new beginnings? How apocalypse is just another word for birth?

Me: I dunno, feels like we'd need a metaphor to make it work.

Brain: You like dragons?

Me: So, like, a metaphor of coronavirus as a dragon? With wings of oily droplets and breath that's a cacophony of coughs?

Brain: Yeah, and maybe some heavy handed imagery of how we learn to understand them and then the existence of dragons is just another thing that exists in the world and killed folks cos we didn't understand it in times gone by.

Me: I dunno, buddy, I reckon that may be in poor taste right now.

Brain: Okay...you could do something with the fact that corona means crown?

Me: Yeah, I dig that a bit more. 'The Corona King on his throne of stolen breaths who steals all that tastes of joy…'

Brain: It's still not quite right, is it?

Me: No.

[Pause]

Brain: We don't know what we want to say, do we?

Me: No. But we know we need to say it. We can feel it building up in us. We *ache*. In all the ways, we ache and we're scared. We hurt. And sometimes it's *us* doing the hurting. That pain has to turn into something.

Brain: Pain's just a physiological response to danger. To need. You can't turn it into anything else. It's just nerves.

Me: Turning pain into something else is the *only* thing we're good at. We make it into care. We make it into words.

Brain: How does that help if you don't know what you want to say?

Me: ...I guess, I just need to say something. To acknowledge that *something* needs to be said. Maybe it doesn't matter what I say?

Brain: So...we can say anything? That's too many things!!!

[Enter decision paralysis]

decision paralysis: Mwahahaha. It is I, your old nemesis. When you could say anything, you will invariably say nothing at all! Such is the fate of all such as you, weaklings.

Me: Noooooo! The world is infinite and I am tiny and fallible! Aaaaaaaaargh.

Brain: Wait...decision paralysis, I must ask you a question!

decision paralysis: Uh, sure? I mean, no? I mean, whatever. Uh……

Brain: If you exist here in this weird story/script thing, then you have fallen into our intellectual trap! By actualising you, we have limited you! You are trapped by the whims of narrative.

decision paralysis: that can't be true!! Or, um, can it?

Me: It totes can.

decision paralysis: well. Fuck.

[Exit decision paralysis]

Brain: So... we've established the universe is vast possibility and we are terrified of making choices that turn that into actuality. We are terrified of all the possibilities we *don't* choose that may just happen to us. We don't know what we can say about important things, and other things feel insignificant. We are crushed by the red-shifted potential of the future. We are dragged into depths of darkness as impenetrable as science by the present. The past mocks us. Our skin is so hungry for touch we're scared it will crawl off us and declare independence.

Anything I've missed?

Me: I guess...I guess the point of this is that I'm here.

I'm here and, if you're reading this, I love you.

I'm here and, if you're reading this, I love you and if you have something to say or *nothing* to say, then I want to hear it.

I'm here and, if you're reading this, I love you and if you have something to say or *nothing* to say, then I want to hear it and I can't promise anything...like, I can't promise you these times will get better. These times are a lot. And I'm luckier than most.

I'm here and, if you're reading this, I love you and if you have something to say or *nothing* to say, then I want to hear it and I can't promise anything...like, I can't promise you these times will get better. These times are a lot. And I'm luckier than most. But these things will change...you can't stop them.

And, sure, they changed into this, but *this* can't stop them changing into another thing. And we get to help, in tiny little ways that might not ever be seen, we get to help decide what it changes into.

And some of those changes...we don't. Some of them just *are*. And sometimes that sucks.

Like these words, I guess.

Brain: Did you just say our words suck?

Me: Some of them probably did, I dunno, this has been pretty meta.

Brain: Fair.

Me: p.s. please hug each other when it is safe to do so.

Brain: If you're into that.

#microfiction #flash fiction #short story #kind of