#i might make an actual painting tho if this gets enough attention

[justmediocrewriting]

okay but thoughts on sanji x reader where she gets jealous bcs he flirts with every woman he sees and she’s scared to confess because she doesn’t know if he likes her or just loves to play a flirt

Tell It To Me Straight (Because I’m Going Crazy) {v.s}

Summary: it was just like you to fall head over heels for a guy at first sight, only to later realize said guy was the world’s biggest flirt. It would also happen to be your luck that this same guy would join your crew — and now you had to deal with feelings and other things that were equally as unpleasant.

Genre: angst, fluff

Requested: ✅

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: insecurities, pining, Sanji (that’s a warning, right?), angst with fluffy ending ❤️

A/n: anon bless you for requesting my husband Sanji. I love this man so much. This actually took me entirely too long to write and I’m so sorry for that, writers block has been hitting me like a fucking train. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy even tho I feel this one might be a bit shitty ❤️✌️

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Red painted lips curved into a smile, hair pulled into a classy updo, high rosy cheekbones, and donned in a dress that hugged every curve just right, the woman was truly beautiful, and when the dim lighting of the tavern reflected off the pair at the bar, you couldn’t help but feel that she looked too good next to Sanji.

It was a reality that was painful but long since accepted by you, the fact that you’d never truly be good enough for the charming man — but acceptance didn’t curb the cinching pain within your chest, or the burning jealousy that flickered to life in your gut and heated the underside of your skin.

You pursed your lips as you watched the two exchange murmured words and laughs, and fury burned hot in your lungs when the woman brought a hand up to swipe painted fingernails along Sanji’s forearm — Sanji, predictably, didn’t usher the woman away, and your next heartbeat was incredibly painful when Sanji instead leaned into the touch.

It was utterly ridiculous, the way you burned with flaming jealousy — and honestly, you weren’t sure if you were more angry with Sanji’s antics, or the fact that they affected you the way they did, even though you had been aware and exposed to them from the start. Sanji was a flirt, through and through, and it didn’t matter if the woman he flirted with was ugly or gorgeous, he just enjoyed the act of it — and this very fact put you in a position where you had to constantly remind yourself that just because he showered you with compliments and called you pet names didn’t mean they were genuine, or that you were someone special to him.

You’d also thought that acknowledging this fact would chase away the deep feelings you harbored for the man, and in the beginning, it actually did, but Sanji always found a way to drag them back to the surface.

Sanji was tall, he was handsome, and he had a way with words that could make any woman melt, you included. When you’d first encountered Sanji at the Baratie months ago, you had been utterly and hopelessly drawn in by these very traits of his, and still to the day, you found yourself stuck to him like a magnet. And it infuriated you from the inside out.

Because you’d never even asked for it, and the only chance at relief had been stolen away from you when Luffy invited Sanji to the crew, and the man actually agreed — and for the past few months, you’d been plagued with so many emotions that it gave you mental whiplash.

The center of this inner turmoil also didn’t help any. From the moment Sanji locked eyes with you, he was spewing compliments and sweet nothings at you, and looking at you with these eyes that made you squirm in both the most unpleasant and pleasant ways; you’d never had that kind of attention from a man, especially not from a man as attractive and damn sophisticated as Sanji, and it was just as exciting and exhilarating as it was flustering. It was no surprise you’d fallen as fast as you had — anyone would, should they get the time to really be around Sanji for a prolonged period.

You had even once considered admitting your feelings to Sanji; the prospect of confession had swirled into your mind the first night of his joining, when the crew was locked on the path to the Conomi Islands to retrieve Nami. You two had fallen into conversation late into the night, swapping muted stories in the comfortable air of the Merry’s galley, and Sanji was so attentive, so alluring, and his eyes… his eyes were locked onto yours, as if you were the only girl in the world, and there was something within their depths, something that had you wondering if he’d felt the same sensation you had when you two had locked eyes in the Baratie.

They had you wondering, entertaining, if he truly thought of you in the same way you thought of him.

But that notion was quickly tossed away the night at Cocoyashi village — because you noticed that Sanji gave those eyes to nearly every woman he met, save for the ones who were underage, and it hit you so heavily that you were not special to him at all that you nearly lost your breath. From that point on, you swore away your feelings for the man, and promised yourself you’d never let yourself be mislead or disillusioned by his flirts and charms again.

Except, things didn’t really go according to plan.

Because no matter how much you acknowledged the truth of Sanji’s flirtatious disposition, it still affected you — you would still feel so warm and fuzzy inside when he smiled at you, or when those soft endearments and compliments slid past his lips, or when he’d softly stroke your elbow to announce he was passing you aboard the ship…

Everything he did made you jittery and warm.

And you fucking loathed it.

“Are you alright?” Nami’s soft voice and gentle touch to your arm broke you from your scathing thoughts, and you tore your eyes away from the events unfolding at the bar to blink at her.

“Uh, what?” You asked, a little dumbly, and the redhead’s brows furrowed a little.

“I asked if you were alright.” Nami iterated, and you took in a sharp breath, a part of you so desperately wanted to flick your eyes over to Sanji, just to see what was unfolding — but you resisted the urge, and instead forced a smile to your lips.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just… spacing out, I guess.”

Nami didn’t look convinced, and your heart stuttered just briefly when she glanced in the direction that you had been previously staring, and a strange sort of look shadowed her eyes. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything else, and instead took a sip of her drink. Now that you’d been pulled back into the present, you were aware of Usopp and Luffy bickering about making “subtle changes” to the Jolly Roger, and you could hear faint snores from your right — sure enough, when you turned your head in the direction, you pinpointed a sleeping Zoro nestled a few feet away from Nami. Part of you wanted to smile, but the thought that Sanji was still at the bar with that woman dulled your ability to do so.

Don’t do it, you warned yourself, but despite the seething voice in your head, you still turned your focus back to the bar, and sure enough, Sanji was still entertaining the woman.

“Jeez, all he was supposed to do was get drinks. Guess we should start sending someone else to do that from now on,” Nami huffed from beside you, and all you could do was nod numbly, because at the moment your throat felt too tight to possibly push words through. Sanji’s lips split into a beautiful smile, and moments later your ears were graced with the rumbling timbre of his laugh, and despite yourself you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine from the pleasant sound. The sight of his dimples and the crinkle in the corners of his eyes made your heart stutter in your chest, and in that moment, all you wanted was for him to be looking at you like that — to be on the receiving end of that smile and those eyes once again.

Just then, in a moment that was equal parts mortifying and electrifying, Sanji turned his head and locked eyes with you; your breath caught in your throat, and for an irrational heartbeat, you swore that Sanji had somehow telepathically received your desire to be looked at and followed the command, and you wondered if your feelings of burning jealousy and desire were reflected on your face. You forced a small smile to your lips and held up your near-empty bottle in one hand while gesturing to it with the other, silently reminding Sanji of the real reason he’d went to the bar in the first place.

Sanji’s expression changed from confused to realization in seconds flat, and you watched in growing anger as he addressed the woman once more and murmured what you assumed was some sort of departing quote; then he skimmed his fingertips over the length of the woman’s forearm before he turned back to the bar and grabbed three bottles by the neck in one hand and turned on his heel to stalk back to your table.

You tore your eyes from his and downed the small bit of liquid still in your bottle; the bitter taste and satisfying burn gave your mind something else to focus on.

“Sorry about the wait, my sweets. Here are your drinks.” Sanji said smoothly, placing a sweating bottle in front of Nami and then placing one in front of you as well. You tried not to look at him, but your eyes were drawn to his long, dexterous fingers by the light shining off his ring in just the right way.

Anger stirred in your gut at the way he apologized for the wait as if it wasn’t entirely his fault. You bit your lip and brought your hand up to grip the neck of the opened bottle in lieu of yelling at the cook, and downed a few swallows as you watched Sanji take a seat just across from you. Your eyes connected briefly, and you seriously wanted to rip out your chest because of the way it bloomed with warmth.

This was going to be a long night.

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You giggled into the skin of Nami’s neck as you both stumbled side by side; your breath tickling her neck caused the other woman to giggle profusely as well, and walking now felt even more difficult than it had before.

Behind you, Usopp and Luffy also walked side by side with one arm slung over the other, Zoro walking not too far behind them and perfectly, irritatingly balanced — screw him and his inability to get drunk.

The leader of your merry little pack was Sanji, guiding the rest of his drunken crewmates with a confidence and swagger that only he could possess. It kind of pissed you off — but it also made you really, really warm at the same time. And a little wet, but you blamed that on the alcohol thrumming through your system. It was easier that way.

By the time you’d all made it back to the docked Going Merry, Usopp had keeled over and thrown up a total of two times, and had to pull a deadweight Luffy to their sleeping quarters. Zoro was quick to follow their lead and enter his own room, with the assertion that he was going to “get more sleep.” As if he needed more.

“You comin’ to bed?” Nami slurred at you, and you shook your head; you were drunk, yeah, but you weren’t exactly tired at the moment.

“I think I’m gonna go hang out in the galley.”

Definitely not because Sanji would more than likely be there, prepping the rations for tomorrow’s breakfast as he did every night. But by the raised brow and smirk Nami sent you, you knew that she knew that’s exactly why you were going.

“Alright, don’t have too much fun.” Nami teased with an affectionate bump of her hip, and you glared at her back as she swayed her way to your shared room. When you stumbled to the galley, Sanji was there, as you’d predicted, a towel thrown over his shoulder as he meticulously separated a myriad of fruits and vegetables and grains. When you entered, he gave you a charming smile, one that made you extremely weak in the knees. It seemed that the buzz of alcohol had taken away your previous irritation with the cook, and all you could feel now was a warm sort of fuzzy fondness for him — one that you were far too used to feeling.

“Hello, love. Looking for something?” Sanji asked, his accent tickling your ears in the most pleasant of ways. You loved his accent; it just made him all the more handsome and charming in your eyes. You returned his smile with one of your own and head shake.

“Nah, not really. Just wanted to hang in here for a few.” You said, padding as gracefully as you could to the sofa. It took some maneuvering to slip yourself behind the hanging table, but you were able to do so without too much fumbling. Getting drunk wasn’t something you indulged in often, and your lack of stability and coordination was a major factor to that, but your drunken mind was just as unstable as your physical body, and you were quite prone to mood swings — that’s what you were going to blame your next actions on, anyway.

“Jus’ like watching you do your thing. ‘S nice.” You mumbled, and the smile Sanji sent you warmed you from your head to your toes, and you didn’t even have it in you to hold back whatever could be showing through your eyes as you rested your chin in your palm and stared at him.

Sanji turned his focus back to his prep, and he worked while you watched in a companionable silence. As he worked, your mind began to race — your train of thought wasn’t exactly clear or obvious, and the track was definitely a little misshapen, but as always, it was Sanji on your mind. You watched his fingers, his face, his arms, his everything, and you just thought about him.

You thought about the soft little smiles he sent you, about the crystalline blue of his eyes, how easy it was to get lost in them. You thought of the delicate Cupid’s bow of his lips, of the way the parted and formed sentences that were perfectly articulated to muddle your brain and chest. You thought of his hands, large and warm and dexterous. Of his caring disposition, of the way he was always so attentive to the needs of his crew. Your heart felt as if it was swelling within your chest, and you had to force yourself to look away from him lest it completely explode.

But Sanji didn’t seem to understand that you were seconds away from combustion, because he had abandoned his prep in favor of leaning against the island counter straight across from you.

“Something on your mind, sweetheart? You seem lost in thought.”

You snapped your eyes up to meet his, and he was looking at you like that again; eyes soft and brows relaxed, lips pulled into that little smile — you swore it must be love on his face. You immediately became angry with yourself, and instead of answering him, you demanded,

“Why do you do that?”

Sanji looked taken aback, and his throat worked in such a tantalizing way as he swallowed a couple times, confusion written clear on his face when he spoke. Your anger was momentarily replaced by a very warm feeling in your gut.

“Why do I do what, love?”

“That. Talk to me that way.” You said, flapping your hand wildly in a gesture. Sanji’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, an action your sloshy mind couldn’t help but track and froth over. His tongue looked so soft and pink.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Sanji asked, and in a show of bashfulness that you’d never seen from the cook, broke eye contact to focus on his hands — which he quickly busied one by swiping imaginary dirt from the surface of the island counter he was leaning back against.

“No, not exactly.” You said, lips rather loose from the alcohol. “I just don’t get it.”

Sanji’s brows furrowed and his hand halted in its movement, and rather than waiting for him to respond to that, you began to ramble.

“I mean, it’s just confusing for me. You look at me in this way, and you talk to me like that, all gentle and kind, and it makes me feel special and like I mean something to you.”

Sanji was beginning to look a little bit uncomfortable, but at the moment, your brain only had the capacity to really take your own feelings into consideration — and right now, what you were feeling was confusion and anger, and you needed the answer as to why. So you rose from your seat, knocking your hip into the edge of the hanging table as you did so, but even the shock of pain lacing through your abdomen wasn’t enough to stop your advance. When you were only inches from the man, you rose your hand in a fist and pushed an accusing finger into his chest.

“And you even had me feeling like maaaaybe you felt the same way as me, but was that true? Noooo.” Vivid memories of the night in the galley, when you’d first wondered if what you felt was reciprocated, flew through your mind painfully. You knew your words were slurred and groggy, and you knew you were spilling everything right now, but damn it, it just wasn’t fair.

“It’s not true, and I know it’s not, because you act the same way towards every pair of legs you come across. I-I ju-just—”

You’d started off strong, or as strongly as you could given your drunken state, but now there were tears in your eyes, words cut off by a wet sob, and the anger in your chest had been replaced by a heavy pain. Desperation clawed your mind fiercely, and you just needed to know.

“I’ve been torn ever since we met — I don’t want to feel this way, but you always manage to give me that hope, only to t-take it a-away again. J-just tell me Sanji, please — tell it to me straight, because I’m going crazy!”

Sanji was completely silent, his lips parted in a small ‘o’ as he stared at you with wide eyes. Your finger was still stuck to his chest, and you pulled it back quickly when you noticed, but you kept your eyes fixed on his in a weak glare.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Sanji’s eyes softened and his shoulders slumped with the force of the breathy laugh he released. Sanji hung his head, the laughter still bubbling from his throat. You took a small step back at the reaction, confused and heated with something akin to embarrassment, and the courage that the alcohol had given you seemed to have leaked out at some point, because now all you wanted to do was run; answers be damned.

When Sanji glanced back up at you, bright eyes slightly obscured by wisps of blonde hair, your heart skipped a beat; the smile on his face was small but genuine, and when he spoke, his voice sounded halfway exasperated and half way relieved.

“I’ve been pretty stupid, haven’t I, love?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. You knew you looked a lot like a fish, what with your eyes wide and your lips soundlessly flapping, but your throat just couldn’t produce any sound — and that ability was further stunted when Sanji gripped your wrists in his large, warm hands. Using the gentlest of tugs, Sanji pulled you forward until your nose bumped into the broad expanse of his chest, and his hands released your wrists in favor of sliding down to grip your hips softly.

Your entire body froze, skin buzzing and mind drawing blank, and the only thing you could really focus on was the rise and fall of Sanji’s chest, his warmth, the spicy cedar of his cologne, and the hold he had you in.

“Oh, darling… I’m sorry. I never even noticed…” Sanji cooed to you, chin grazing against the top of your head as he did so, and you were definitely about to spontaneously combust right there in the galley. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t moved couldn’t do anything else aside from simply short circuit in Sanji’s arms.

“I’m just flirty by nature, love, that much is true.” Sanji said, and he gently pushed you back only far enough so he could hook a finger beneath your chin and tilt your head up. Your lips were now a hairsbreadth from his, so close that you could feel every undulation of his breathing. Your heart flipped and twisted in your chest, and your skin heated, your gut tightening in a mix of anxiety and arousal that left your mind reeling.

“But all those other pairs of legs, they’ve got nothing on you. You’re the only girl I’ve got eyes for.”

Finally, you found your ability to speak — but your words were still very weak, dampened by a mixture of utter confusion and disbelief. There was no way this was happening, right?

“If I’m the only girl you have eyes for, why do you flirt with every one you see?”

Sanji’s smile was wide and dimpled, crinkling the corners of his eyes in that way that always sent your belly aflutter, and you could feel more than hear his words —

“Because I didn’t know the girl I had eyes for had eyes for me, too.”

#opla #opla x reader #Sanji #opla Sanji #opla Sanji x reader #Sanji x reader #x reader

[drvnkd4zed]

When you wear another member's clothes

♡ Heeseung

I'm sure Heeseung would notice it right away, the second he sees you he'd scan you like a security cam. He'd recognize who's the owner of the sweater in the blink of an eye and jealousy would take over him. He probably won't tell you directly what's wrong but he'll give you hints. He might start leaving his sweaters around the house, he'll often talk about the member who handed you his clothes just to make sure you receive his signal. "Yes, okay! He gave me his sweater because it was cold! Nothing else!" you'd eventually shout. "You finally admitted it, I was waiting for this, God it took you a lot of time to realize it annoyed me"

♡ Jay

"What's that?" he'd ask you staring at you from head to toe. "Oh, this?" - you say grabbing the bottom of your shirt - "I borrowed this from Niki, I accidentally splattered mine with ketchup at lunch". "Fine" he'd finally say, then he'll be taking you to a shopping session with him so you will have enough t-shirts for the rest of your life. "When we get home, make sure to burn Niki's t-shirt, he doesn't wash them as often as he says..."

♡ Jake

Jake would see your sweater and be like "Oh! that's the sweater Sunghoon borrowed from me three months ago! I can't believe he never returned it to me" and few seconds later, he'd realize and go: "Wait that's the sweater Sunghoon had for the last three months! Why do you have it?". Your face would turn red as tomatoes. "Oh wait, don't make quick assumptions, I found it on his bed" you explained. "Fine, at least I will have it back" he'd say smiling, adjusting the sweater on your shoulders. "WAIT, WHY WERE YOU IN HIS ROOM?"

♡ Sunghoon

At first, he won't show you how annoyed he is. "Nice shirt, I saw it on Jungwon few days ago tho?" he'd say. "Yeah, I needed a change after dancing and didn't have one so he gave me his, what's wrong?" you explain, noticing Sunghoon's acting weird. "Nothing, you look good in it". Sunghoon will just hide that shirt somewhere and return it to Jungwon while you're sleeping and if you ask where it is, he will probably tell you someone stole it. "The next time, don't wear someone else's shirt, okay?" he'd kindly ask you. "It was an emergency-" "Just call me and I'll bring you one, okay?".

♡ Sunoo

I don't think the biggest problem for Sunoo would be the fact that you're wearing another member's t-shirt, the main issue there is that the color of it doesn't match your armocromia. "That color is AWFUL I can't believe you accepted it" he'd state, staring at your shirt disgusted. "Listen here, I've stole another t-shirt from Sunghoon that would be perfect for you. I should teach you how to get the right clothes from the right members", then he'd show you his closet full of shirts and sweaters stolen from the other members. Literally just few items would actually be his, but he won't share them.

♡ Jungwon

I think he's the jealous type, but he will directly go to the member who gave you the shirt. Jungwon would probably recognize the owner of the shirt and secretly ask him to get his shirt back in a rude way. "Tell her you absolutely need it and she can keep it anymore, then never give her your clothes again" he'd tell him. Scared, that member will just ask you for the shirt back. "So, Heeseung asked me for his shirt back... he was so... weird" you'd tell Jungwon, confused. "He must've been very emotionally attached to that shirt"

♡ Niki

Seeing you with another member's shirt would make him the most jealous boy in this world. He won't ask you to return it to the owner, not at all. While you're not paying attention, he'll just rip it off or throw some paint on it. He'll tell you it was an accident, but of course it was not. "Sorry I didn't see it". The next day he might show you how he turned the ripped shirt into a stuffed animal with three heads.

#kpop #enhypen #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #niki #enhypen reactions #kpop fanfictions #kpop ff #enhypen imagines

[worldsfromhoney]

Greetings, plebeians

This is your resident unknown and attention-depraved author/writer, BEE/bee/beE/🐝

Here’s some stuff about moi:

I like… tea. YES I LIKE TEA 🍵🍵🍵 it’s quite honestly the greatest invention of all time

I also like reading. That’s kinda like a hobby that all writers are mandated to say. Which is reasonable.

I’m a fan of miniatures and piano. Yeah, I did try them out. Yeah, I did fail spectacularly, thank you! ☺️

I also like painting but the therapy one and not just a blank canvas that sucks the soul out of artists lol

What do I write?

I write… stuff. BEAUTIFUL, HEARTBREAKING STUFF, mind you. But it’s still stuff, so lemme elaborate.

Speculative fiction - if you idk this, it’s really just a mix of fantasy and sci-fi; the ‘what if’ genre

Urban fantasy - don’t get me wrong, I love high fantasy, but urban is waaay easier to worldbuild

Steampunk & other punks - PUUUUNK 🤘🤘🤘

Horror and thriller - mostly psychological and body horror, don’t worry! I don’t do jump scares or anything ☺️

Slice of life - mwah my heart and soul mwah

Others - yes, I am capable of doing other genres 😤 I’m a multi-faceted bee, you know?

DISCLAIMER: what I write might only reflect upon my psyche and state of mind but that is not a guarantee

My WiPs

I am proud to say that… I DO NOT HAVE ANY!!

*gasp* what ever do you mean bee? Are you quitting writing? *sobs*

No, my darlings.

i just have no big projects to boast about right now. I feel like big projects aint my thing at the moment and pushing myself only led me to disappear from the internet for a month 😞

What i do have are short works i randomly choose to write and post here on tumblr !!

✨ FICLET MASTERLIST IS HERE ✨

🐝 POETRY MASTERLIST IS HERE TOO 🐝

If you’re interested, please comment on this post or reblog or DM me if you want to be put in the taglist!!

Does that mean you accept… requests?

…………yes. Yes i do. Go and flood my askbox you plebs !

Am I anywhere else?

Please. It’s 2023. Of course I’m… everywhere *cue evil laugh*

Bluesky - if you haven’t heard it yet, tis the new Twitter… cuz it’s literally made by the old creators of that glorious blue bird *cue a moment of silence*

Tiktok or Twitter - do not look for me here

Tumblr - EYYYYYYYYYYY i post ALL my stuff here !! They’re really just bait to hook some writer friends 🥹

Ko-Fi - ehem ehem i know first drafts are considered shite but BUT i have decided to make them available for perusal yes you can burn your eyes to anyone who buys me a cup of tea ~

Patreon - i finally have one!! I’m still setting it up tho and prepping all the content 💛💛💛

I’ll be doing a patreon soon enough actually so look out for that

How I organise myself

Well i wish this is applicable to actual life because i’d very much like to know how 🫡

Jk, here be the tags:

#bee writes some stuff - my micros, my flash fics, my text posts

#bee plays some games - tag games !! which i have never played before till now !!

#bee does some prompts - this will definitely see the light of day… someday

#bee stalking some writers - what it says on the tin

#bee answers some asks - omg i only added this because someone actually sent me one *faints*

#bee saves some stuff - there are way too many resource posts that i’ve scrolled past cuz idk how to tag

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writer introduction #hello world!

[newtdrawz]

Could u do dally and pony friendship hcs🫣

OH MY GOD YES I CAN

You don't understand,, how obsessed I am with their friendship omg 😭 (lil warning these are prolly ooc but I really tried 😭😭 I promise) (feel free to add on to these I love seeing other ppls hc's!!)

Ok throwback to my Ponyboy HC's post where I said Dally is really supportive of Pony's hobby in art!!!!!

Dally might be (secretly ofc he would never admit it) like the #1 fan of Pony's art, besides Johnny and Soda obvi

He really likes watching him sketch and paint, it's memorizing to him and he can't fathom how it looks like a picture from a camera almost, he tells him that too. ("I dunno how you're able to do that so quickly, Pone." "It looks like a photograph almost.")

Pony always tries to downplay his talents and Dally (ofc in his mean/tough love Dally way lol) tells him not to do that and to not sell himself short

Dally truly believes Pony could be famous from his art. That he could get out of Tulsa and make a name for himself. He doesn't really know how to communicate that to him besides the rare compliment here and there.

Another throwback to the post where I did the hc that Johnny and Dally will sit in and listen to Pony read,,

Dally doesn't like reading, never really cared for it. He thinks Pony reading all the time is a little funny and he'll tease him abt time to time.

When he first finds Johnny sitting in the lot with Pony and Pony reading one of his books out loud to Johnny he obviously had to interrupt and obviously sit with them (they're happy to include him btw they don't mind 😭😭)

Dally will not. Shut. Up. He asks Pony abt a million questions abt the book. ("Well why'd the guy go and do that?" "Why's he stupid?" "Wait what happened before that?" "What's that ladies name again?" "Wait What's she look like again?")

This is one of the very few (and probably first) times Pony talks back/sasses Dally ("Why don't you be quiet and let me finish reading the page? And then maybe you'll know what's happening.")

Idk how to explain this but Dally is def the type of friend to feed into his friends delusions 😭 or like hype them up for something they definitely SHOULD NOT do,, like ykwim?? And he def does it with Pony

He definitely encourages Pony to get into a little bit of trouble, just a tiny bit.

Obviously Pony can get in trouble on his own and he does plenty but Dally just encourages it a little bit more lol

He calls it "getting Pony out of his comfort zone" while Darry calls it "peer pressuring" (there was def a conversation/argument abt it 😭😭) (Dal: I am NOT peer pressuring him, I'm getting him out of his comfort zone. Dar: yes you are Dal! Dal: No I'm not! Pony do you feel peer pressured?! Say no. Pony: No... Dal: See?! He's fine. He's having fun!)

Dally 100% keeps Pony out of any real trouble tho, the kind that'd get him sent away or seriously hurt. He'd never encourage him to do something bad enough to warrant those things.

Ok, Dally is actually really nice but in a mean way. Like he's aggressively nice where no one's sure if they're being threatened or complimented or insulted. He's no different with the gang

If Pony or Johnny are like really bad at something Dally will threaten the rest of the gang to lie and be nice 😭😭😭 he won't be nice because it's not expected of him but he'll make everyone else be nice.

One time Pony tried to bake a cake and for some reason he just can't bake. He can cook fine but not bake. So it was like awful but ofc the gang tried it.

When Pony isn't paying attention Dally turns to the gang and straight up threatens them. ("This thing tastes like shit but you're all gonna tell him it tastes good or I swear I'll shove your faces into the cake.")

Dally has no idea WHY he does it, cuz he's not nice (he is) and he doesn't care abt Johnny or Pony's, or really anyone's, feelings (he does he's just emotionally constipated 😭😭😭)

Dally still is kinda mean to Pony though, not mean but like teasing?? Like in a big brother way

Sometimes he just says things without really thinking abt it or randomly teases him (like Pony reading all the time and being a nerd and not talking to girls)

One night they're both sitting on the porch smoking and it's kinda late and Dally randomly just says "ya'know I don't really mean it, right?" And Pony says yeah and Dally just nods and they go back inside.

After that Dally still teases him and stuff but Pony kinda knows now to not really take it heart cuz that's just Dally being Dally.

From an outsiders perspective it does look/sound like Dally is just being and a-hole 😭😭 but the gang just knows him enough that it's some weird love language he has to just be mean to them 😭

Whenever Dally's about to do something really stupid/dangerous/illegal he threatens Pony and Johnny to not do it

Before he does anything he'll look both of them in the eyes and either tell them to beat it incase the police show up or back up and hideout

He looks directly at Pony and goes "Do NOT tell Darry I did this infront of you or else." ("Do not, and I mean do not, EVER do what I'm about to do or I'll beat both of you.")

Dally is basically like the only one rlly allowed to be mean/tease Pony (in his head at least 😭)

Dally makes fun of him plenty and Pony just rolls his eyes and laughs. Dally will ruffle his hair and punch him in the arm and all that.

But the minute someone who isn't Darry or Soda or himself says something rude to Pony he just gets so mad 😭

One time he threatened Steve cuz Steve said something to Pony. ("You better shut up and leave the kid alone, Steve.") (Steve's confused cuz like not even 5 seconds ago Dally just called Pony an idiot or something 😭😭)

He's especially this way with socs and authority figures

And it's not like Pony can't defend himself or anything, Dally knows he can but he just gets mad anyways and again he just starts talking before thinking and next thing he knows he's nearly throwing hands with someone cuz they were an a-hole to his friend lol

He's basically the "only I can be mean to him and no one else can" type of friend 😭

Ok this post got a little out of hand 😭

I had waaaaaay too much fun with this I just really love talking about and making hc's 😭 I'm still trying to nail down Dally's personality so if (which he probably is,,) he's ooc sorry 😭 I literally can't help taking the characters and literally changing sm abt them from canon 😭😭 it's truly a problem but I will try to get him right 🙏

(If there's any spelling mistakes or anything sorry I did this half asleep w/ a headache cuz I was so excited abt this ask 😭 I couldn't wait)

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dally winston #johnny cade #dallas winston #ponyboy and dally #the outsiders headcanons #outsiders headcanons #im so normal #abt their friendship #ooc probably oopsie #i am just a girl #i cant help it #😞 #i am cringe but i am free #super long post #sorry #not shipping #like at all #100% platonic/brotherly #ask response

[ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian]

Hello there!

a little "about me" post

I'm a very long-winded person and when I like doing something, I like doing A LOT of it. I recently moved to Tumblr full-time after being stuck with 200-symbol posts on Twitter (ugh), so I'm using the full power of this blogging platform. I'm concerned about the AI, so it's all switched off on all my blogs. I hope Tumblr will wise up and survive, because I love it here so far 💛

I have a lot of fandoms, I like pretty art, I write and muse about stuff - it's all a huge mess if I put it one place. So that's why I decided to split my obsessions into several neat piles, so people could have an easier time decining whether to follow, ignore or block my stuff according to their preferences.

Here are my blogs which you're free to explore and follow as you like:

» ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian

The main blog where I shout into nothingness. But where I also post lots of Star Trek, mainly about Cardassians (bc I love them). I do not do Garashir, tho, look for that particular bit elsewhere (not bc I don't ship them, but bc I'm severely overfed to the point of having an allergic rection). My focus Cardassian is Damar, followed by Dukat. I'm super open to reblogging your OCs, though. My other favorite fandoms you might come across on this blog (which I don't post enough about to make a separate blog): Mass Effect, Discworld, Tolkien, Detroit: Become Human, Apex Legends, Marvel/DC, Hunger Games. I also ramble, post about writing in general, reblog some fitting memes and pets/animals, share my own photography, reblog art etc.

» pixie-in-a-moonlantern

The initiated already know: Baldur's Gate 3 brainrot blog. I post my OC screenshots, maybe some stories, perhaps one day I will even finish a fic (started one, didn't finish). My all-time favorites are: Halsin, Gale, Rolan, Emperor. I do not have any VP tools, so my screens are only lightly edited to be prettier, and that's it. I do not draw or paint (tho I so want to). It's mainly reblogs and discussions so far, with my screenshots sprinkled in between.

» shaved-wampa

Diehard fans surely got the joke: Star Wars brainrot, and that goes for every conceivable piece of the fandom, even the bits you might not agree with - I don't discriminate. My all-time favorites are: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bode Akuna. Yes, just the two, because I also have a huge pile of characters I love, but don't really focus on: Padmé, Ahsoka, Ventress, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Din Djarin, lil Grogu, Cody, infinite number of other Clones, ... soooo many. My top two are just the guys I actually write about. Bode is getting his fic right now, Obi-Wan's is on hold.

» cyber-vianne-77

As the name suggests, this is my Cyberpunk 2077 blog. I used to do a lot of virtual photography in that one - and yes, this time I mean real VP, though still no paid tools, just vanilla and free mods. I love Goro Takemura and ship my fem V with him heavily - wrote a dope fanfiction about them, too. I reblog other cp77 vp (especially of Goro) and fanart. I don't currently play the game or shoot photos, but I have a large collection I plan to drizzle over the next few months, until I maybe decide to go back to cp77 for a while again and finally play Phantom Liberty that's been waiting for me for a long time now xD.

» goodness-all-around

My "assorted dopeness" reblogs. I love pretty pictures and I love supporting artists in my own small way, so it'll be reblogs of general beautiful things I can't stuff into my other blogs, and reblogs of commission offers. Perhaps even some theory and discussion if I happen to like any.

I will update the list if I happen to change things or add/remove blogs. Thanks for your attention and see you in the activity notifs! 💛

Bits of trivia: I'm Czech, cis woman (bi & poly and, frankly, hyper), 32, in a relationship, mom to a 5yo boy, a writer struggling to finish and publish her first original novel, drowning her sorrows in fanfic instead :). I got to most of my fandoms quite late in life, because where I live this info only started to properly flow in with the coming of the internet. I'm usually a casual fan, though when I hit a gold vein I can get a bit obsessed. I love writing fanfiction, which is mostly why I'm here on this site. I self-insert a lot (therapy writing) and usually ship us, with the rare occasion of finding a couple where I can identify with one of them (or mold them to my image because I like or even fancy them). I've spent my life believing I was hetero and discovered I'm not only once I (finally) was in a hetero relationship and had a kid, so... my ships are also hetero. It's a habit, not hating, I don't discredit any gay ships (maybe quietly to myself when they don't make any sense to me character-wise, lol). My AO3 account: XindiChick I usually try to write even the most niche of my ships in a way that doesn't require much knowledge of the original, so you're welcome to browse and read to your heart's content if you happen to like my style. I welcome any interactions, especially comments, because I don't get many.

I think it's something everyone should always be aware of, but I've also seen many people ignoring this unsaid rule:

HATERS NEED NOT INTERACT

- lest they get blocked. I'm not here to argue with you about why I like certain characters and why you think I shouldn't. Go simp for your own top picks on your own blogs and leave me alone. Same goes for any of my personal trivia I shared.

Also:

DISCLAIMER: My blogs are a safe space for everyone who doesn't go around hating on everyone else. I will block assholes of every shape, color, faith, gender, orientation etc. indiscriminantly, just as I will happily interact with good people of any kind. Idc what your deal is, I just wanna enjoy being on this platform, so if you plan to rain on it, don't expect me to indulge you.

Icons by: @rpschtuff

By the way, a fun fact known only to people aware of my main fanfic novel, The Casualty, the Cardassian in my username was actually born Bajoran, but raised Cardassian, which is why she's a Cardassian in heart and spirit. She's your friendly reminder that not all Cardies are the same and as a nation have the capacity to be much better than how they were presented in the DS9, which is what she's trying to achieve.

#ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian blog masterlist

[eveindtub]

i know we're tired by now, but i have one take on only friends characters that i think we might be overlooking because of our own personal attachments (to them AND the actors).

you might have heard before of mirror/parallel characters (if you haven't, i'd recommend the read about it because it's very interesting) and whether it's the writers' purpose or not, i think we have these in the main six.

"Parallel characters, also known as mirror characters, are characters who share many similarities with each other. These similarities can be related to the characters' personalities, backgrounds, or motivations. By having so much in common, they are then able to highlight the differences between their decisions. The characters complement each other while revealing truths about each other that would otherwise have been difficult to spot."

my two cents on who is mirroring who in only friends is:

top - ray

mew - sand

boston - nick

if you leave favouritism at the door and pay real attention to these characters' background and personalities you'll see they're actually very similar, but they're moving on different directions because of, obviously, their different realities, surroundings, etc. what makes us, us.

top and ray are both rich kids with a sad past, and apparently problems with their parents, who ended up turning to drugs as a coping mechanism; both used to getting what they want, when they want and not taking a no for an answer. and funnily enough, maybe that's why they both despise each other (and fell for mew). i think these two are the most obvious mirror and it's what makes funnier to watch how different are the fandom's reactions for their actions every week. they're pretty much the same font, in different notebooks.

mew and sand are also easy to notice: quiet guys that are mostly worried about doing their own things and not messing with anyone's business; both very vocal about their needs and intentions and the only ones who seem to know how to draw and not to cross a line. the fact they end up getting involved with top and ray draws another interesting mirror: we can see two pairs with people that are pretty similar, but with very different routes.

it's almost like saying: hey, look at a&b and now look at c&d - this is what a&b could've been, under these circumstances - with different choices.

for boston and nick, i feel like it's more of a reach, but you can see they also have their similarities or they wouldn't have hit from the start (like let's be for real, that was insanity). i see them as the only ones that could understand each other, to the point that boston might not even think nick bugging his car was creepy (just be pissed bc it was behind his back). but then again, boston wears his insanity proudly while nick is more reserved: still, deep down they're very alike (in nick's own words, he's also nasty).

on another note, we have the public view on all of this: you just don't see them reacting with the same fervor about the similarities of the characters. for example, top has been painted as a red flag for doing things ray has as well - but ray is a lonely guy who needs love and care; not top. meanwhile, sand have been clapped as the most unproblematic character, but mew is definitely plotting something behind his good guy act. on boston and nick, there's just not much discourse even tho boston is pretty much the drama, so i'll leave it at that, but i think we took longer to judge nick for his actions, since he is quieter.

there's a quote that says:

"It is funny how different mirrors reveal different aspects, it must be like people you meet, you get to prefer the ones who show an image of you that you like." — Alain Bremond-Torrent

which i see like: even though these characters are very much alike, people keep picking this or that side because of their own perspectives on life, which don't necessarily means this or that character is in the wrong or is better than the other, but some interpretations have been muddled because of their own traits (or preferences?).

back to my first point, i don't know if the writers intended to make them like this on purpose, but the weekly discourse is showing how the reactions on very sensitive topics are just not the same if you just switch the character (or may i say, the actor?), to what i believe is one of the reasons behind writing mirror characters.

but the conclusion is, none of these characters are blank pages and they all have their wrongs. it doesn't make them villains or protagonists - they're all just parallel lines going through this mess and i wish we, as viewers, could be more impartial when judging those actions. when something is wrong, it is, no matter the one behind it. so let's stop witch-hunting some while patting the head of others.

#i think this got long but i had to say it #as we progress through the eps and the characters pov of things #it gets clearer and clearer how they're all flawed and their reasons #so can we PLEASE #only friends series #topmew #sandray #bostonick #only friends

[gilbirda]

Hello again! I've actually written the down some of my "Jason and the Spraypaint 'Thief'" idea tho its mostly scaffolding and i dont feel ready to share it just yet, but progress is being made!

If I may ask for your advice once more, the story has begun leaning towards Anger Management vibes (thanks for that brainrot too (affectionate)), but i dont feel great that the genesis of Jason and Jazz meeting is after Jason basically stalks Jazz in his hunt for whoever is buying his spraypaint before he can. Like, she is the one buying the paint, but the dynamic feels too onesided atm in terms of agency, but idk what Jazz would be doing that could parallel Jason.

The best Ive got is she tried to find out who bought out the yarn she was knitting with (it was Jason being petty), but I dont think she'd care as much as Jason does with the paint and it also feels too samey.

...Just had this thought while writing this, would it vibe with Jazz's character if she kept tabs on the Batfam for Danny? Like in terms of location. Ive got it that Danny dosnt want anything to do with the Batfam atm, Gothem is their turf fighting-wise and he dosnt want to encroach on that (tho he does help people in need when he comes across them), he just wants to make cool art in weird places (and maybe some ghost king stuff, not sure on that just yet) (maybe as a coping mechanism bc I do like the angst that comes from 'Danny leaves Amity bc the Fentons reactly badly to him being a halfa', tho still not sure how he gets into spraypaint yet, that feels like an important detail), so Jazz keeps tabs on their patrols for Danny so he can spraypaint without drawing their attention, and then Jazz notices Red Hood acting a bit odd and does her own investigating to make sure its not ghost business (she would know that RH has ghost vibes from Danny and his current spraypaint investigating behaviour maybe looks like a ghost obsession without context), and maybe she ends up pulling a Tim and figures out Red Hood is Jason, just due to ghost vibes instead of acrobatics.

I havent even gotten to them actually meeting in my planning yey, its just discovery eachother from afar and general thoughts of 'thats the person Im looking for, they're kinda cute' so far. Current vauge idea is they meet in a fight, tho i might be biased bc i did recently reread 'cant help falling (in love with you)' (i think i said this before, but amazing story btw, eagerly waiting for the next chapter!)

I hope this makes sense. This is the first time I've had an idea I've wanted to share with other fandom people and felt comfy enough to do so.

(your ask got sent twice so im gonna answer one and delete the other. Just Tumblr things I guess)

SO

I see Anger Management and go feral

I see what you mean about there being a power imbalance in their meeting situation - but we have to be aware that the source material is like that. Jason is a crime fighter and a vigilante and also a very extra boy. He is petty and arrogant and sometimes he is not above using his skills for personal use.

You can make it so she knows what's going on and leads him in a wild goose chase just for funsies. Make Jazz petty as well. Make her highly competent. Make her win in his own game and boom, no more power imbalance. (Also that can be a cool "I need to know more of this woman" kind of situation.)

Another alternative, is making her think he is stalking her for unsavory purposes and beat the shit out of him.

I like what you said about Jazz being the one that keep tabs on all the vigilantes. She could have profiled them all, studied their patterns, and Tim Drake her way into memorizing their patrol routes so Danny can paint in peace.

So that's why when her new stalker starts bothering her, she is so Done(tm) that she is not afraid to gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss her way into making him stop.

How she does it? Dealer's choice.

(I'm weak to the fight approach, if it wasn't obvious (✿◡‿◡) )

(But outsmarting him could work as well.)

(Jason is into women that can kick his ass, be it physically or in smarts)

So in conclusion I think if you want to not fall into icky power imbalances and not fall into highly competent Mary Sues tropes, the sweet spot would be Jazz making the choice to take act or not, and base it on actual conflict: If she can't just beat the shit out of him, explain why. If she is not going to make a deal out of it, explain why. Make the character have agency and a choice in the matter, even if that choice is inaction.

Thank you for showing me your progress!!!! I'm so happy when people make content for the crossover and my favorite ship!!!

Also thanks for reading my fics!

🤗💖

#gil answers #awsome-space-dragon #anger management ship #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp

[jelixpo]

Just wanted to say I admire how *much* art you make. Comic making isn't easy and you do it with a lot of attention to detail and keep characters voices & the pace of the story moving in an exciting way. It's work i respect and I'm curious about your workflow? Like your software, how you organize layers, unreleased sketches before lineart, commentary on how you turn writing into a page structure. Any behind the scenes would be cool if you want to share

this is such a sweet message, thank you so much! I actually get nervous a lot that I'm not producing enough content, since I tend to post like 5 drawings at once and then disappear for an entire month. I appreciate you saying that :)

As for my work flow, I draw using MediBang Paint Pro. I originally got it in highschool just cause it was free and now I can't imagine making comics in a different program. I will say tho, if you're used to adobe products MediBang is a bit of a downgrade. I've had to use and learn adobe products for school and the ease of use is definitely a step down, but it is WAY easier to learn

I generally have a 7 step system in my workflow process. I'll put it under the cut tho cause it contains spoilers for the next chapter

first I write out the contents of the chapter in a google doc that I have. It just contains general key notes that I want to hit in that chapter, all the minute details of how to get to those points are generally thought of on the spot.

They either have very little instructions (from chap 11)

or a LOT of instructions (from chap 16)

next I'll usually write out a rough sketch of all the pages and dialogue to go into that chapter. This is an example of one page (spoilers)

these sketches are very rough, as well as the dialogue. At this stage when I'm writing dialogue I usually just go for a general idea of the dialogue or a feeling, or if there's a specific way I want something to be said then I will write that down specifically how I say it. Otherwise, the dialogue is subject to change even up to when I post the chapter, like this example from chapter 7

When I'm writing dialogue I usually like to act out the scene and mouth the words (thank god my desk is very much out of the view of my family), both to envision the tone of voice, the vocal fluctuations, and how one might act if they were being spoken to in a specific way. My goal is to make the dialogue as diegetic as possible without compromising the reader's ability to interpret what's being said.

The next step in my process is to refine the sketch (spoilers all the way down)

then line it

colour it

shade it

and sign it and ad the dialogue

planning the chapter and the dialogue and rough sketch usually takes about 1-2 days, whereas detailing the sketch up to finishing the page takes about 1-4 hours, depending on how many characters are in each panel.

And that's basically my entire process from start to finish!

#ask #anon #spoilers

[yulin-pop]

Hi im here for a matchup!

Pronouns: she/her

How i look: i have red long hair with blushish, grayish eyes. I have tons of freckles on my body besides my face, i am chubby and im 5'6. (Hope that was enough).

How i react to someone liking me: i think it honestly depends on how the person shows they like me. If they try to drop hints than i would probably be to oblivious to notice. However if they are straight forward and i like them back than ill of course admit i like them too (though i would probably be blushing a lot).

Personality: I don't talk to people I don't know usually and can seem shy but once I get to know them a can be talkative and a little bit loud. I don't really hate people unless they give me a reason too. I don't get annoyed or mad easily. I make dark jokes most of the time they're directed to myself. I try to be supportive of my friends but if I know what they're doing is stupid than I will call them out on it. I'm really into the emo style. I do suffer from anxiety and depression, I also am touch starved (tho I will never ask for physical attention, the other person will have to do it first for me to return it probably it depends on how close i am to them). I have anger issues but they usually only get bad if I don't get enough sleep. I'm usually the most responsible one out of my siblings and like to keep my grades up most of the time.

Hobbies: reading, drawing, watching anime/tv shows, writing, painting, going on late night drives, witch craft stuff and going on walks.

Likes: anime, art, music, nightmare before Christmas, harry potter, the colors black and purple also green alot, scented things, candles, Halloween, fall weather, animals, and fuzzy blankets.

Dislikes: spiders, super hot weather, liar's, blend food, and people who can't clean up after themselves.

Thank you!❤❤❤❤

↛ ❀ Match up; @veethewriter

I match you with Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie has always been a very straight forward person. He likes people who are on the same page as him. He’s brutally honest and sometimes adds an insult. Things may be rough at the beginning but things can really work out. He likes you because you don’t seem to take offense to things he says. He learned how ticked off you get when you don’t get enough sleep so if he sees you agitated, he persuades you to take a little nap, while also telling you to sleep earlier.

He isn’t the most touchiest person, so he won’t initiate the hugs but maybe if he’s excited or happy, he’ll grab onto you. He’ll be surprised but he won’t mind. He’s happy to indulge you, but just for fun. He might offer to let you touch his ears or tail since you like animals, but the moment you touch him, he jumps and pulls away. He’s not exactly used to people actually wanting to pet him.

He finds you really memorable. He likes your eyes and how they contrast with the color of your hair. He’s never exactly the type to say it out loud. He often flirts but it’s always dismissed as a joke with how much he plays around.

He would be honest and try to make humor out of his confessions. He laughs, but it’s a painfully awkward one. But he’s still straight forward. He takes pride in you being flustered.

If you need some time to think about it, then he’ll wait but ever so impatiently. He might be a bit annoyed or just anxious while he’s waiting.

You two can get along with your blunt sides. His playfulness pairs well with your more energetic parts and less happy parts.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #matchup event #2/10

[marsgod]

(Heres a picrew of what i kinda look like)

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Personality: I don't talk to people I don't know usually and can seem shy but once I get to know them a can be talkative and a little bit loud (tho its not on purpose that i get loud). I don't really hate people unless they give me a reason too. I don't get annoyed or mad easily. I make dark jokes most of the time they're directed to myself. I try to be supportive of my friends but if I know what they're doing is stupid than I will call them out on it. I'm really into the emo style. I do suffer from anxiety and depression, I also am touch starved (tho I will never ask for physical attention, the other person will have to do it first for me to return it probably it depends on how close i am to them). I have anger issues but they usually only get bad if I don't get enough sleep. I'm usually the most responsible one out of my siblings and like to keep my grades up most of the time.

Hobbies: reading, drawing, watching anime/tv shows, writing, painting, going on late night drives, witch craft stuff and going on walks.

Likes: anime, art, music, nightmare before Christmas, harry potter, the colors black and purple also green alot, scented things, candles, Halloween, fall weather, animals, and fuzzy blankets.

Dislikes: spiders, liar's, blend food, and people who can't clean up after themselves.

╰┈➤ I’d match you with… Leona Kingscholar!

Leona is honestly super blunt, so you don’t rwally have to panic over what he’s thinking because he’ll just tell you

When you first meet, it’ll prob take awhile until you both actually start talking (mostly helped by a project, friend, etc.) because Leona doesn’t care much

I feel that a lot of beast men really like scented things anyways, and blankets? It’s Leona, he’s gonna have the fluffiest blankets

Imma be honest he doesn’t clean very often, but rarely does his room get absolutely disgusting, mostly by Ruggie but maybe if you tell him?

Idk ban him from cuddling

Leona likes dark humor, but will mildly get concerned if you start making more jokes than normal

Sleeping is a hobby Leona loves already, if you need a nap or something then Leona is already carrying you to the bed<3

You don’t have to ask for physical attention bc Leona will start following you, cuddling you, whatever else, anywhere

He likes it if you can braid his hair, or just run your fingers through it..

You and Leona are usually on the same boat of calling ppl out, but between the two of you?

Leona makes the most dumbass decisions, he gets jealous and doesn’t think sometimes, but most of the time he’s pretty blunt

Might not be the absolute best, but isn’t he?

“What are you doing? Don’t leave, you’re warm..”

#[⭐️]count our lucky stars![⭐️] #twst matchups #twst x you #{..no identity found..}

[ackerfics]

yellow — levi ackerman.

— levi ackerman x female reader (wizarding world au | harry potter au)

— warnings: none <3 just fluff

— summary: it’s the day of the ball and a special day at that. one that levi never paid attention to until this year. it’s a day filled with wishing he never took his first breath if it meant his mother’s last when he did. it’s a day of white lilies and the arctic chill of winter wonderlands. a day painted in death. that was until she painted everything yellow.

— word count: 7.5k

— notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEVI ^^ this fic is inspired by two asks who were requesting for an hp au with our beloved captain. it’s been a while since i’ve written something that reminds me of sleepless nights and nostalgia. i tried writing on a different route this time, mainly using levi’s point of view for the entire fic, with some insights on reader here and there. alsooo, my friend told me i give off ravenclaw vibes even tho i was sorted in gryffindor in pottermore so i feel like i connect with the house of blue and bronze more thru this fic.

side note, this is the dress i referenced, i had a hard time finding dress of that aesthetic but everything was worth it in the end because i found one. plus, i’m actually nervous about this one but to hell with it ^^ nonetheless, i hope you enjoy reading this !! consider this as my christmas gift to you. merry christmas, everyone!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3 | my masterlist

repost because tumblr is not my friend rn.

Yellow.

Levi doesn’t have a favourite colour — it’s something he never paid attention to while growing up. If someone were to ask him what he likes during cold days, he’d answer the bitter tang of black tea in a heartbeat. He can easily blurt out the candy his best friends always buys from Honeydukes (apparently, Erwin likes sugar quills just as much as the next wizard roaming in Hogwarts and Farlan adores chocolate frogs, saying that they’re hilarious to eat). Every single memory he created in the castle’s walls remained intact inside Levi’s mind, a vault of precious reels that sometimes play in a loop even when he’s trying so hard to pay attention to the Transfiguration spells McGonagall rapidly fires at their class. There are so many things he can list but he always falls short on one single thing — a fact so vital that some might even say it’s related to one’s personality trait. But Levi doesn’t care. He doesn’t get how someone’s first question in getting to know his character connects to what colour he strongly prefers.

Shades of yellow burst like splatters of paint in his vision.

Yeah, Levi doesn’t have one of those.

If one is part of the most notable pureblood families that became nearly extinct after Voldemort came into power all those years ago, it was expected that choosing a favourite colour became the least of his worries. When someone in search of strong allies comes for the remaining Ackerman wizards on the face of Europe, Levi never had time to think of childhood. His only surviving kin, an uncle by the name of Kenny the Ripper (a ruthless adversary to dark wizards), took him and his cousin under his wing and hid them in places not even the Death Eaters could chase after them. When they were old enough to be placed in Hogwarts, that was the time Kenny disappeared from the planet, never to be heard of again — like he was waiting for the time to get the brats from his hands. He was always saying that Hogwarts was the safest place for runts like them, though he had to wait two years to place Mikasa in the same place he left Levi.

Bullshit is Levi’s take on the matter.

How can he be safe when the fucking Chosen One goes to the same school as him? Even in the same year as his little cousin?

However, having a favourite colour is slowly materialising in front of him in the form of an unlikely individual.

“Is this seat taken?”

A third-year Levi looked up from making another sentence about Shrinking Solutions at a girl with a cheery disposition, who was carrying too many books in her arms. Levi had to squint to prevent himself from being blinded at her smile. It reminded him of the stars, the evening star to be exact. Judging from the books she was holding, she must be another Hufflepuff he didn’t know belonged in his year. After realising that he was staring at her for a good amount of time, Levi quickly looked down on his homework and shook his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her brighten immensely as if she was meant to shine.

“Thank Godric this spot is available. Who knows where I’d have to study if it weren’t.”

Levi discreetly glanced at her. His hand was still poised as if he was writing something, hoping that the girl was too busy organising her things to notice that he had long stopped finishing his paragraph. He had seen her a couple of times while passing the hallways to and from classes. She was always with that rambunctious brown-haired bespectacled person that never seemed to run out of conversation-starters. Now that she placed the books carefully around her spot on the long table, Levi picked up the noticeable shade of celestial blue in her tie.

Ravenclaw.

The House of human potential and wit beyond measure.

But what made Levi completely turn his head to her was the bright sunflower hair tie keeping her hair in a ponytail. Not to be someone who thinks of House stereotypes but finding something completely eye-catching like a sunflower hair tie on anyone that isn’t Hufflepuff painted Levi in bewilderment. Plus, he never knew her or her personality trait. It was just bizarre yet it fits her for some reason.

“Wait, is that Snape’s assigned homework?”

Levi met distinctly-colored eyes and briefly wondered if the overhead lights made her irises shine out of nowhere. He shook himself out of his stupor as the girl raised her eyebrow in curiosity. “I’m sorry,” Levi apologised with a slight shake of his head. “You were saying?”

She chuckled a bit. “What you’re writing on the parchment, it’s for Snape’s paper about Shrinking Solutions, right?”

It was a breath of fresh air. Finally, someone who wasn’t intimidated by the Ackerman name. He knew of his family’s reputation in the Wizarding World, some might say they never belonged to one House unlike other pureblood families or they’re too versed in their fields that they come off as unapproachable. For this particular girl, Levi was slightly shocked that she continued to start a conversation as if he’s a normal student without nobility as his last name.

“Yeah,” Levi found himself nodding, voice still barely a whisper. His eyes tore from her smile to the unfinished words on his parchment.

She sighed indignantly. “I never comprehend how Professor Snape just dumps this on our plates. The number of inches he requires for our essay doesn’t help either. The other unfinished essays on my part are begging to be written now that he assigned this to us.”

Levi nodded wordlessly. “It’s a pile of bullshit.”

“I know, right? Snape never has any mercy on those who aren’t Slytherin. I don’t remember Professor Flitwick favouring a whole class of us once in my life here.”

“Hmm.”

The onyx-haired boy never once looked up from his parchment. Upon hearing that she’s started writing, Levi inwardly let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t like any human interaction at the moment, seeing as he had a deadline to race. He hadn’t gotten past the halfway point of this essay. Taking a book from his pile, he opened to the many uses of Shrinking Solutions, choosing to elaborate on a specific point and hope that Snape would look past the flowery words that he was planning to write and give him a deserving mark. Now that he was slowly losing his touch with reality, Levi let the scratching of his quill flow around him as every word burst into life on his parchment. He could faintly hear someone flipping through a book beside him, also subjecting themselves to productivity. Levi was glad that this Ravenclaw was mindful enough to let them work in peace.

It was pretty uneventful. Minutes turned into hours as Levi finally placed a period in his last sentence. He expelled a breath, feeling the burden on his shoulders lessening as he stretched his arms above his head. One down, too many to go. He had to study for impromptu quizzes set for the following week, plus, he volunteered to help Professor Kettleburn with feeding the animals. With a final sigh, Levi stood up from his seat and tidied his things into his knapsack. The lack of movement in the seat next to him made him stop.

The girl was sleeping over her parchment, folded arms supporting her head. It looked like she had already finished her assignment. Fucking Ravenclaws and their innate talent of making schoolwork look like a piece of cake. An occasional hum came from her and Levi looked around the library to check if somebody heard her snoring. To their luck, the library was empty save for the two of them.

Without thinking about it, Levi gingerly shook her shoulder. “Hey, sunflower, wake up. It’s nearing dinner.” She only shrugged his hand off her shoulder. Levi tried again. “Sunflower.” He shook her shoulder harder albeit still gentle so as not to startle her. “Bloody hell.” Why did he even think this was a good idea — waking her up. She slept like a log. After a couple of attempts, Sunflower finally stirred from her slumber, her eyes squeezing shut before blinking up at an unimpressed Levi. “Good fucking morning, yellow,” he greeted her dryly.

“Yellow?” she murmured groggily, mind still in a drowsy haze as he lifted her head from her arms.

Levi merely rolled his eyes before fixing his knapsack over his shoulders and started making his way to the huge double doors of the library.

The girl was left baffled at the lack of response, her gaze following the onyx-haired wizard out of the library. With that, the Ravenclaw witch finally had her first encounter with the famed Ackerman. Of course, she was curious about him back when they were first years. He always kept to himself most of the time with that brooding expression of his that only rewarded him of one friend his entire stay in Hogwarts (if people could count the relentless pestering he got from one of her Housemates, Farlan Church, as a pact of friendship). Still, she wondered what compelled him to actually speak some words to her, even calling her nicknames (even though the reason was that he doesn’t know her name). Again, the Ravenclaw found herself looking at the huge clock on the library wall. With a start, she stood up and frantically shoved all her borrowed books and parchment into her shoulder bag. Hange would start worrying about her if she entered the Great Hall a minute late for dinner.

“Oh, bollocks, I hope Hange saved me a seat at the table,” she kept muttering until she went out of the chamber.

The next day, Levi got himself a gift from a Ravenclaw boy he knew to be Farlan. He was saying that Levi’s a lucky guy for getting a packet of sweets from one of the prettiest girls in their year, something Levi brushed off with a dismissive wave. It was a small package of sugar cookies from the breakfast earlier that day. It was a dainty gift, something he didn’t mind unless he had his tea with him. What surprised him, however, was the small note hanging from the mouth of the bag.

Thank you for waking me up in time for dinner.

— Yellow

Levi still has the note to this day and he is fucking ashamed of himself for keeping it.

It’s ironic how that nickname stuck when he’s the Hufflepuff one.

He didn’t even know her name at that time.

“Guess we’re partners today.”

For some reason, Snape partnered Levi with Yellow, the girl he woke up in the library a year prior. For their Potions class, they were assigned to learn and make Skele-gro for the day. Levi never comprehended how the Slytherin Head took it upon himself to warn them about the curriculum, how this year was supposed to be for researching poison antidotes before Christmas strikes across the castle. Great, he had to avoid a close encounter with death for his birthday. The potion they were trying to master for the day was just the start of another hectic year under the pointy nose of the dingbat that is Severus Snape. As he was about to flip through the section for Skele-gro, the chair beside him familiarly screeched.

Like deja vu, Levi looked up to the smiling Ravenclaw he nicknamed Yellow.

Levi only hummed and nodded with a blank expression plastered on his face, going back to his skimming. The girl made herself comfortable at his desk, also opening her book to where the detailed recipe for Skele-gro was etched on. He never missed how she kept glancing at him with curious eyes. It was making his skin itch, his temples tingling at the eye contact.

“What?” He couldn’t help but ask, not looking up from reading through the list of ingredients.

“[Name] [Last Name],” Yellow casually supplied.

Levi flickered his eyes to her brilliant ones.

At his furrowed brows, she cleared up, “Thought you didn’t hear it when Professor Snape called for our names, which is why I transferred to your desk. Plus, I never introduced myself in the library last year. It’s just common courtesy since I have an idea of who you are.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, a sneer pulling on his face. “Oh, yeah? Care to tell me what rumour you heard to have an idea about me?” He was expecting something about his uncle or family, how he was practically an orphan like the Chosen One who just entered this year since his said uncle vanished from the face of the planet. He was also expecting along the lines of him being the coldest Hufflepuff, how it was a miracle that such a rude-looking individual got the Sorting Hat shouting Hufflepuff at the top of its lungs (if it had any).

Yellow (he was going to keep calling her that, seeing as she now has a bright dandelion yellow ribbon tying her hair in a low half ponytail) returned the gesture of raising her eyebrow, surprised at the guarded expression on her classmate’s face. She tilted her head, akin to a dog. “I heard your name in the halls too often the past weeks. You’re the top scorer in the last Quidditch game, yes? The one who gave Hufflepuff their win. Some are saying that you’re to thank for having Hufflepuff a place higher than Ravenclaw in the Inter-House.”

Her tone didn’t indicate any bitterness. For the first time in his life, somebody took Levi by surprise. Of course, people were talking about how Hufflepuff dragged Ravenclaw to the ground with a huge point difference. Levi never thought that his points mattered, it was Diggory’s job as their Seeker to win the game. Levi’s voice wavered as he uttered, “Uh, I-I see.” He turned back to his book, cheeks starting to warm.

Yellow giggled before clapping her hands together. “Let’s gather the ingredients, shall we, Mr. Ackerman?”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Please don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you then?”

“I have a name, you know. If you keep calling me that, you’re going to sound like McGonagall when she’s trying to make me speak in class.”

She laughed — a pleasant sound, much to Levi’s surprise. “Well, Levi, can you help me gather the ingredients for this potion?”

Levi blinked at her before standing up from his seat. “Let’s go, then.” When he registered that she wasn’t following him, he turned his head to find her staring at him with a small smile. “Oi, hurry up, Yellow, we don’t have all day.”

“I’m coming! Hey, wait up.”

“You’re too slow. We’re going to run out of the good ones with your pace, you know.”

“Making potions doesn’t have anything to do with how bad an ingredient is. You just have to make sure you know how to adapt when you have one.”

“You Ravenclaws and your idiotic reasonings.”

“Hey! I take great offence to that!”

“Good.”

She sputtered and Levi had to prevent a small smile from surfacing.

The girl named [Name] ignites so many emotions inside him that he thought was impossible. She manages to make him feel everything all at once with one look at her. All it takes is one look and he’s falling deeper into a pit that he has no clue of. The fourth year was spring, the fifth year was the catalyst.

Levi’s heart was pounding.

This can’t be happening. Why the fuck was this happening in the first place? Who in their right mind would put a fucking threat inside Hogwarts?

Levi swore his heart stopped when Hange, [Name]’s best friend, came barreling towards him in the middle of the hallway. He was talking to Erwin, a Slytherin Prefect who he was once cautious of because of his unnerving way of approaching people. (“Levi Ackerman, correct? Would you dedicate your heart to fight for what’s right in this battle between light and dark?”) Erwin was in the middle of telling Levi of this muggle contraption, something called a flashlight, when Hange stopped in front of them while shouting for Levi. He remembered Hange panting as if all air was sucked from their body, hands on their knees as they crouched. Their glasses were askew when they lifted their head, their next words dousing Levi in the freezing waters of the polar tundras.

“[N-Name], s-she,” Hange panted before continuing, “she’s petrified!”

Levi wasted no time in racing towards the Hospital Wing. He could hear Hange’s feet padding behind him but all he could think about was Yellow. He knew she wasn’t of pureblood, with her parents being from one of the other. It was a fact that was randomly brought out during one of their late-night talk sessions in the Astronomy Tower. Perks of being Hufflepuff’s Prefect. Levi cursed himself for thinking about those nights when she needed him in the Hospital Wing. His mind came to a blank slate when he asked himself what help could he give to her, to Madam Pomfrey and the professors concocting a cure for the petrified victims. With a fervent shake of his head, Levi ran even faster. Enough of the doubts. Yellow needed him right fucking now. She was petrified for fuck’s sake.

The condition of the Hospital Wing was heart-wrenching. Students were occupying the bedside of those who were affected by the petrification. From what Levi could recall, the last victims were Hermione Granger and Penelope Clearwater. If it wasn’t him, Hange was by her side or someone from her House if the former was too busy with their experiments. How come Yellow was petrified, too?

“Madam Pomfrey,” Levi called out.

The matron of Hogwarts turned around. “Mr. Ackerman, this way. Thank you for bringing him here, Hange.”

“No problem, Madam Pomfrey,” Hange answered. “[Name] would want it that way.”

Levi paused when he reached the bedside of his closest friend. What was causing these petrifications? Mindlessly, the onyx-haired boy gently ran his fingers on [Name]’s arm. From what Levi could tell, she was petrified when she was walking, head tilted to a certain direction, most likely the reflective surface she was staring at while the unknown culprit poised for the kill. His hand crept higher until he could feel the chill coming from her frozen face. Levi’s eyes drooped in regret for not being there with her. Curse their unaligned schedules this year. His fingers traced flowers on her skin, a message travelling from his fingertips, begging for her to wake up and come back to him. His chest was pinching now and then, jaw clenched and other hand curled in a tight fist.

“Don’t blame yourself, Levi,” Hange’s voice resounded from somewhere.

Levi never took his gaze from [Name]. “Why her?”

“Nobody knows the reason why the other students got petrified as well.”

“Yeah, but why her? She’s not even remotely close to the three idiots.”

“The others are not close to them, too, Levi.”

“I know,” Levi gritted. “But if that Potter kid doesn’t do anything about this, he’s going to know real hexes before he moves up another year.”

“Levi,” Hange whispered. “They’re right there on the other side of the room.”

Levi turned around and faced the direction where Potter and that redhead friend of his were situated. “Oi, Potter,” his voice boomed across the Hospital Wing. He saw how the said boy flinched at the threatening utterance of his name. Their eyes were wide when they knew of the person who called them. Levi wasn’t exactly a nice person to others despite being a Hufflepuff. The most they saw him smile was probably with the girl he was visiting. “If you don’t put a stop on this fucking shitshow, expect getting your arse kicked not only in Quidditch.” He didn’t care that the other occupants in the Hospital Wing stared at him as if they caught him cheating on a Quidditch game. “Not to put pressure on you but ever since last year, you earned quite a reputation in Hogwarts. You’re the only one who can stop this.”

That was Levi’s first interaction with the Chosen One.

“Levi, that was pretty harsh,” Hange stage-whispered with their hand covering their mouth.

Levi scoffed. “Harsh? That kid has a lot on his plate. I’m pretty sure he can handle a few blunt remarks here and there.”

“[Name] will be mad at you when she wakes up.”

“Yeah, I know.”

It’s safe to say that when Yellow woke up, not only did she paint his world with that colour, she also made sure to berate Levi for threatening a junior like that. It was pretty worth it actually because Levi finally heard her voice. His day was not the same without her voice twinkling like a fairy’s. So, when they were in their nightly meeting place, Levi leaned his head against hers as she talked his ear off, giving him his most peaceful rest in the entirety of his life.

“People often see Ravenclaws too shallowly.”

“Oh?” Levi murmured against her hair, breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo, and shoulders touching while the stars looked on the two rumoured lovers.

[Name]’s fingers trailed over the yellowed pages of the book she borrowed from the library. This night was about mermaids, sirens, and their in-depth history. Creatures so magical that it enticed her while roaming around the library for hours on end just looking for the reference book containing the spells Professor McGonagall assigned for the entire class to study. The practical examination would have to wait if it meant quenching her curiosity. She was at the part where there was more than one kind of the alluring sea mystics, having stopped on the page that depicted the mermaids Muggle fairy tales usually described. The illustration of the flowy locks of hair and iridescent fins spurred the discussion unfolding at the moment.

The smile on her face was like the first effect of Amortentia on Levi.

“Care to tell me what’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?” Levi asked, taking one of her hands to draw random patterns that mimicked the mermaids’ hair in the book.

“Smart. Quick-witted. Wise. Those are usually the words associated with our House. It’s sometimes linked to the shut-in bookworms.” Her voice was so soft that Levi had to lessen their distance until her breath could be felt on his skin. It was doing wonders to his pattering heart, but he chose to swallow the rising flower petals in his throat and let the waves of friendship wash over him. His heart lurched when he felt her dainty fingers tap his fingertips. She continued telling him with a light chuckle, “I like to think we’re more than that.”

Levi tilted his head. The moonlight washing over her figure outlined her hair glow a beautiful silver. The blessing of the Moon granted her miniature stars on her eyelashes.

“People forget that the human mind is capable of many things — that there is more than what meets the eye. Logic and reasoning are not the only things that bind us as a House. Yes, we have the smartest students in our dormitories but if we were driven mostly by facts, Hermione Granger should be a Ravenclaw.” Yellow buried her face more in her scarf, embarrassed that she said the last statement. She heard Levi laugh through his nose beside her, an indication that he agreed. “Nevertheless, I personally think that Ravenclaw is the House of the Arts and seeing life in curiosity. We explore the capacity of the human mind just as much as Gryffindors explore the tangible world. Within the human mind comes creativity, which births music, art, literature, and magic. It’s quite sad when I hear people refer to us as the dorks, that we’re incapable of looking up from our books.”

“You’re a dreamer in my eyes.” Levi lowered his voice even though it was only the two of them in one section of the Astronomy Tower. A look of surprise flashed on her face as their gazes met. “From what I can gather, not only are you and your Housemates the most formidable people I know, you Ravenclaws carry the stars inside you. And for me, you carry the brightest one in the entire galaxy.”

The splashes of yellow created a symphony of first love.

A graceful smile pulled on [Name]’s lips. “And you’re an adventurer in my eyes.”

Levi imperceptibly narrowed his eyes. “I think you mixed me with the wrong House, Yellow.”

One of his favourite sounds rang true in the chamber. The remnants of her laugh remained as a huge smile as she said, “An adventure for the sake of an adventure, that’s what you are.” At the curious raise of his eyebrow, [Name] elaborated. “There are adventurers who let their purpose be driven by knowledge, glory, and power, but, Vi, you go out to explore the world simply because you have the heart and courage to do it without a goal in mind. You value the things you find along the way, having no regrets and being proud of doing the right things no matter how small they are. You let your heart guide you and I know that’s the most amazing trait a person could ever have. And you have it, every single day when I’m with you. You’re shamelessly human and I think that’s the most beautiful thing ever, Levi.”

The pink on Levi’s cheeks travelled towards his ears, heating his face until he could feel his entire body ignite like a furnace. [Name] had no idea the effects she had on him. The beat of his heart became too loud that he feared she might hear it as well. There’s no doubt that he was looking at her like she had the entire universe painted on her body. Every word went straight to his heart as if Cupid had a good time launching a multitude of arrows in his direction.

What a fucking pulchritudinous person. And she had him speechless.

[Name]’s face twisted in concern at his silence. “Did I say too much?” She tended to overshare things, sometimes over-analyze some of her friends to the point of distancing.

Levi blinked. “N-No, you’re—”

She looked away from him with a sheepish laugh. “Prying, I know.”

His hand cupped her cheek in the most gentle way possible like she was the most fragile thing to ever exist on the planet. Which she was starting to become to him. Her wonder was something he vowed to protect. He slowly placed his forehead against hers, thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. “You’re,” he breathed before gulping, “absolutely brilliant.”

“You’ve said that a hundred times since we met, Vi. Well, since last year because you’re so quiet when we were in our third or fourth years.”

“And I’ll never get tired of saying it. You have a way with things and words that makes me feel so … at home.” He was about to say his feelings outright but good thing he caught himself before blurting everything out in the open. “I don’t know how to explain it.” Oh, he did. The courage bestowed by his House vanished in thin air. “But you are so amazing that I can’t help but think you’re way out of my league.”

“I should be the one to say that,” she retaliated. “Have you heard of what they say about you?”

A glint of amusement sparkled Levi’s eyes. “Hmm? What do they say?”

She cleared her throat, posture straightened with a determined look on her visage. The smile on her face never wavered as she iterated, “The vice-captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team and the most remarkable Chaser in all of Hogwarts. The kindest student for helping the professors without asking for anything in return. The most enigmatic student in the castle captured the interest of the whole student body. I must say, there are far more things that they say but those three make up the summary.”

“But what do you think of them?”

“What?” She was taken aback.

“What do you think of what they say about me?”

“I think it’s true to the Levi I have known for three years.”

Once again, he expected that answer but he still found himself flushing. He hoped she didn’t pick up on that. It was merely a question to feed his curiosity of what the person of his affections thought of him. He cleared his throat. “Hmm.”

“I never lie, Levi. You are all of those things and so much more. I’ve seen you fly through the stadium during your matches and you’re glowing like the Sun. I’ve helped you offer your aid to the professors and even though you never smile around them, I can tell that you enjoy doing good deeds without any rewards. Your mysterious persona was what captured my interest in the first place. I’ve always wanted to talk to you but you seem to glare at every breathing thing once they step within a three-metre radius. But behind everything that they say, I’ve seen you talk so animatedly about your favourite Quidditch teams or your favourite subjects.” [Name] gently placed her palm against Levi’s warm cheeks. “In conclusion, you’re the one that’s way out of my league.”

Levi rolled his eyes, shying away from her grasp. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he murmured. “Can we talk about mermaids now?”

She laughed. “Of course, Vi. Whatever you want.”

He never knew that the human heart could beat this fast.

A dreamer and an adventurer written in the stars.

“Ackerman.”

What a fucking good start.

“Yes, Professor?” Levi forced out a polite tone.

Snape looked down at him and Levi stared right back.

“Can you tell me what potion is on the table right now?” Snape said in that drawl of his that seemed to make Levi’s skin crawl.

Levi glanced at the table in front of the entire class and inwardly grimaced. “Amortentia, Professor, the strongest love potion. One whiff of it becomes the most attractive to one person even if they’re unaware of their fondness for the reason behind the scent. It is said to invoke extreme infatuation that becomes an obsession once you’re administered it.”

“Very well, ten points to Hufflepuff,” Snape rewarded.

Please, don’t call names to announce what we can smell.

“Smith, what’s the next potion?”

Levi visibly let out a breath of relief. Across the room, he caught the eye of Erwin and the fucking tree had the audacity to knowingly smile before answering Snape. He knew that look. He was always on the receiving end of that look, whether from Hange, Erwin, Farlan, or Mike. It always had something to do with a certain Ravenclaw who had an affinity for his House colour. The last time he received that look was when Erwin caught him staring at [Name] for a long period, describing Levi’s face as someone who just drank all the love potions in the Wizarding World. Was he that subtle with his feelings for her or was his Yellow just oblivious? Maybe shifting to the latter because his entire friend circle would sometimes remind him that his drool was starting to show with all the gawking he did. Day by day, he was getting closer to socking someone in the face.

As the class went on, as usual, a theory-oriented one that everybody was wishing for, Levi detected the most addicting scents entering his senses. He felt himself droop in comfort; it was a tantalising sillage of a mixture of fruits (bananas, strawberries, and lemon — almost a fruit salad), pages of an old book that was most likely from the library, and—Levi had to prevent himself from looking like an idiot in the middle of class.

It was only when he resurfaced from the Slytherin dungeons with Erwin that he felt his whole face burn. He never heard Erwin tell him, “You look like a tomato, Levi.” All he saw was his Yellow, walking towards the staircase, her Ravenclaw robes flattering her. The sight of that infamous hair tie that captured his attention greeted his vision when she ascended on the stairs to the Divination classroom.

The last scent was a field of sunflowers.

Levi shakes himself from his daydreams to not let the others know he’s not paying attention. Butterbeer overpowers the interior of the Three Broomsticks as a good number of Hogwarts students spend their holidays in the castle, courtesy of the Triwizard Tournament. His group of friends is mostly there to buy things for the Yule Ball, a troublesome event that will take place in a few days and the subject of Levi’s annoyance. In the course of three days, Levi received a total of four proposals from girls he never knew existed in Hogwarts. All of them he rejected and now he’s placed in a situation where he was aware that some boys might ask [Name] to be their partner for the Yule Ball. His hand on his mug of Butterbeer tightens at the thought.

“You should ask her, Levi,” Erwin says from in front of him.

Levi hums and takes a sip of his beverage. “What’s to say she already said yes to the others who asked her?”

Farlan snorts. “You think Miss Head Girl said yes to them?”

“She said yes to you when you asked her to hang out in Hogsmeade to ward off your ex or Erwin when he needed a date for his parents’ gala or something.”

“That’s because we’re her friends, Levi,” Erwin supplies but it’s obvious Levi is starting to overthink. “And I doubt she wants either of us to ask her to the ball.” He shares a knowing glance with Farlan, who shrugs with a mirthful grin on his face. Both of them know how Levi fancies the brilliant Ravenclaw everybody in Hogwarts seems to adore as well. They’re the witness to his floundering whenever she’s around, how he appears to be fidgeting with his fingers, or the tell-tale flush that’s prominent on his skin. “So I think you should go and ask her. She’s definitely not going to say no. I mean, it’s you we’re talking about.”

“What do you mean?” Levi raises an eyebrow.

Farlan rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on! Don’t pretend that you two are not the rumoured lovers. We’ve seen everything, Levi. You can’t deny that she returns your feelings. Everyone can see that she does.”

Levi scoffs a laugh. “No, she doesn’t. Why would she? I mean, I’m not exactly deserving of her. She’s …” He slowly blinks at his mug, a sheen of yellow-coloured glasses covering his eyes. “Luminous.”

Snickers ring from across him, successfully annoying the hell out of him.

“You’re drooling, Levi,” Farlan guffaws.

Erwin chuckles. “Which is more reason for you to ask her. I know she’ll say yes. Come on, when has she ever turned down any of your Hogsmeade invitations.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I never invited her,” Levi drawls. “It’s the other way around.”

“There you go!” Farlan points out with his hand gripping the handle of his mug, mouth outlined with froth from his drink. “She never asked other people to go with her, it’s always you! So, make the first move this time. Ask her to be your date for the ball and I bet she’ll appreciate that more.” The blond leans forward as he places his mug on the table. His gaze arrests Levi, who’s about to bail and make a run for it. Farlan has an idea that Levi is adamant to get out of the hot seat. “If you spoke about your feelings to her, all of us know that love will return. Would you rather let it be spoken inside you until it becomes too soft for her to hear?”

Levi glowers at Farlan, jaw clenching at his friend’s words. “Damn Ravenclaws and their logic.”

“Am I wrong though?”

The onyx-haired boy breathes out a sigh.

“It’s your call, Levi,” Erwin tries to help.

It takes Levi a couple of minutes to collect himself. The outcome of the proposal is walking down on the grand staircase of the castle, taking the breath of everyone that’s watching.

Yellow.

It’s the day of the ball and a special day at that. One that Levi never paid attention to until this year. It’s a day filled with wishing he never took his first breath if it meant his mother’s last when he did. It’s a day of white lilies and the arctic chill of winter wonderlands. A day painted in death. That was until she painted everything in yellow.

Tulle and silk flutter against the steps, a goddess descending from the heavens — too divine for a mortal eye. And Levi is a devout follower. The goddess in question is a wearer of blue and bronze but she dons the colour yellow like the luminary that she is. Every clink of her shoes on the floor lessens the distance until she stands in front of her temple. The gown is a simple one yet she shines amongst the silver and dull colours in the chamber. Attached to the bodice are tulle off-shoulder sleeves coming to her wrists. Adorned on the dress’ material are little crystals akin to dewdrops. Her temples carry delicate gold flower headpieces, with tiny jewels to match the crystals on her dress. Levi is once again speechless and he only stands there with his mouth slightly open and eyes wide, taking her in.

[Name], his Yellow, is a divine deity of beauty and wisdom among mortals.

“Happy birthday, Levi,” she greets with a beautiful smile that makes him weak in the knees.

Levi closes his mouth, gulping his nervousness. “Thank you,” he whispers, too scared for his voice to crack if he modulates it.

Her laugh is like the fairies in the immense ceiling above them. He swears everything brightens at the sound. “Did somebody take your tongue? I swear this is the quietest you’ve ever been. Is something wrong?”

Levi inhales a deep breath. “No, nothing is wrong. I …” You’re so beautiful. He wants to say that but no words are coming out of his mouth. He’s starting to feel his hands becoming clammy and his heart dancing to a nervous tune. “You clean yourself nicely, I see.”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “You clean up nicely as well, Mr. Ackerman.”

“Shall we?” Levi offers his arm, still focused on the beauty in front of him.

“We shall.”

The Yule Ball is an event for lovers. Of friends and newfound sparks. It’s a night of magic.

For once in Levi’s life, he never thought of how his mother gave up her life for him to experience the world in its rawest form. For once in his life, Levi never wants this day to end. He will not let anything take away what’s standing in front of him. He feels Time at a standstill. As they dance to the orchestra’s waltz, Levi feels his lips tugging in a smile and he lets it surface on his face. He can see the glimmer of awe in her irises and his smile grows, foreheads softly pressing on each other. Their noses are touching and the little snow magic flurrying around them adds to the romance. Everybody vanishes from sight, just the two of them in this gentle winter wonderland. Levi knows that the moment they met was the day he realised he finally found his home. That little sunflower keeping her hair together, the laughs that warm the entire room, the yellowed pages she brushes her fingers on, and the glimmer of a promise of forever present in her smile.

It’s the first time Levi feels happiness on his birthday. A feat that will be remembered for years on end.

When the waltz dies down and the thumps of a rock band are waking the fairies from their perch, Levi lets [Name] pull him from the Great Hall. Their shadows dance on the walls, silently prancing from the professors’ sights until they come to their spot in the Astronomy tower. There are a couple of people there, lovers needing the recluse from all the festivities. The gentle hand encasing his own pulls him to their usual spot, right next to the balcony overseeing the entirety of the Hogwarts property. The stars above are shining more than ever, for winter is at its peak. Real flurries of snow tip-toe inside to their spot, kissing their skin in a reassurance that the night won’t be as cold as they perceived it to be.

“I couldn’t thank you enough for getting me out of the misery of watching a concert,” Levi states, hand now encasing hers, with the other finding home in her waist.

She laughs before shivering at the winter breeze. Instantly, Levi takes off the jacket of his robes, tenderly putting it on her shoulders. Upon doing so, their gazes meet and he can feel himself leaning in, both of his hands now pulling her in by her waist until their chests are against each other. It doesn’t register to him that she’s doing the same. Maybe it’s the magic of winter or the wish he foolishly made earlier in the day to give him a moment of peace with his Yellow. A surge of confidence takes over him.

“Yellow reminds me of you.”

“Really?” Her voice is soft-spoken.

Levi’s lips descend first on her cheek. “Yes. You make me warm all over like I just touched the Sun without falling like Icarus.” Next, he brushes them on the corner of her lips. “I never once thought that my House colour could bring me so much comfort and homeliness. I never thought that — until I met you.” He looks at her in the eye and finds them glassy with unshed tears. “You invoke so much happiness in me like no one else does. Every day when you’re with me, I feel like the best person I can be. You’re my reason, my biggest adventure, my haven, [Name].

“You’re my favourite colour.”

“And you’ve always been mine, Levi. Right from the start, I know that it’s you.” [Name] tilts her head, her lips brushing on his. “I dream of you every single day. I might not say this out loud in flowering words but I’m so happy right now. I feel like I can catch falling stars, knowing that you return my feelings.”

Levi’s eyelids flutter. “Return my feelings?”

“Yes,” she gleefully giggles. “I fancy you, too, Levi Ackerman.”

“You just made me the happiest, Yellow.”

Their lips meet and suddenly everything feels right and whole.

It’s soft and unyielding — their love for one another. When they pull away, all they can see is each other. Another kiss is placed on her cheek, a hum of a laugh coming from Levi as a smile once again becomes visible. [Name] effortlessly elicits them from him. Their hearts are offered to one another to keep as well as their hands to hold.

“This is officially the best birthday.”

“Oh!” [Name] slightly pulls away from a confused Levi, her hands opening her extendable purse. From the confines of her bag, she waves a present in front of Levi, wrapped pretty with a golden bow.

“You shouldn’t have.” In reality, his heart is full, as indicated by his smile.

“Of course, I should have.” She hands it to him, eager to see his reaction. “It’s the special day of my favourite person.”

Taking his hands off her waist, Levi chuckles while unwrapping his present. His eyes slowly widen at what seems to be a thick hardbound book. It’s bulging and he curiously opens to the title page. He glances at her giddy smile at the words she wrote on the paper. A Page a Day. On the next page, his heart races in his chest, spurring the butterflies to fiercely beat their wings. For my Yellow. “How did you—”

“It’s mainly because you’re a Hufflepuff. Did I ever tell you that yellow suits you the best?”

Levi hums with a smile. “We really do think alike.”

“Great minds, they say.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, continuing on his journey with his present. He then discovers that the book carries a tea bag for each day, every single one a different flavour with little handwritten notes under the tea bag. Utterly stunning. “Did I ever mention that you’re absolutely brilliant?”

[Name] looks away with a grin. “Only about a thousand times now. I assume you like the present?”

“You have no idea,“ Levi utters. "Come here.” He pulls her in his arms, his favourite sound becoming music to his ears.

Another kiss has been shared and birthdays are never the same again for one adventurer — his dreamer finally in his reach.

#rorywrites #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman aot #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi x fem!reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagines #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk imagines #snk x you #levi fluff #unedited stuff njsdnj

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[ 𝕊𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 ]

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⚠𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤⚠️: mentions of sexual content but other than that none this shit wholesome

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𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕞𝕤: - forehead kisses are pretty regular before you meet him since it's mandatory to give him a goodnight kiss

- it's only when brahms starts demanding them AFTER he revealed himself that they probably get less frequent and thats because the forehead kisses get replaced with cheek and mouth kisses

- or sometimes full-on makeout sessions

- kissing him on his forehead is usually something he gets as a reward for doing something good like picking up after himself or helping you around the kitchen

- it becomes so normal to give him a forehead kiss after he does good that every time he completes a task he leans down/leans forward and taps his forehead so you can give him a kiss

- he just wants your love and approval don't @ him

- 10/10 needy boy

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝: - how tf did you get up there - no seriously he's almost taller than a door how did you...? - okay well, regardless of how you reached this bitch's head your forehead kiss is most likely going to earn you a rough grip on your arm if you don't warn him - the most likely situation that this would happen is late at night when you haven't fallen asleep yet with mikey curled up to your side with your head in his chest - if it weren't for the fact that he sleeps like someone's going to attack him in his sleep you might've been able to get away with it, but the rough hand on your shoulder preventing you from moving any closer is proof of being caught - he eventually lets go and lets you kiss him because he's too tired, but he isn't too cool with intimacy that he doesn't initiate - if you've been together for a while and you do it it's cool, but your best bet is to do it while patching him up form being hurt or when he's too tired to deny you

- 8/10 you might get your throat crushed but its cool 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟:

- i don't know how you got up there but he is WRAPPED around your finger - like he already loved you more than his undead heart could manage but when you tenderly kiss him on the forehead so casually while ya'll are just laying around or doing normal tasks? yeah mans might shut down

- nonsexual intimacy just makes his heart explode PLEASE - if you pull this shit on him you're gonna ether get attacked with kisses in turn, forced into a bearhug, or all of the above - 100/10 do it all the time please he loves it 𝔹𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕒:

- P L E A SE GIVE HIM KISSES

- give him ALL kisses he gets so upset if you don't give him at least a thousand a day

- like it's started to become a game to him. where are you gonna kiss him next? the temple? the hand? the cheek? he gets so excited just thinking about it!!! - kissing him on the forehead while bringing down some food and sweet tea while he works will make him a blubbery and squealey mess - like you love him that much that you'll just kiss and love on him whenever?!?!

- he starts doing it in turn because it makes him so happy when you do it to him. that or he starts hugging you and babbling happily whenever you're within 5 feet of each other - 1000/10 loves all affection 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 & 𝕊𝕥𝕦:

- billy pretends to hate when you do it because he's "not a fucking kid" but he starts to get upset when you give stu kisses and don't give him any like a jealous child

- stu will literally take any sort of positive contact with open arms but he makes it weird by saying "thanks mom/dad/parental figure" - billy's kinda hesitant with being affectionate since he's kinda traumatized but after a bit of warming up to it he actually kinda likes random acts of affection?

- like he has this mentality that if you're being affectionate you want sex but after he realizes that you can be intimate without getting down and dirty he ends up liking it more than he likes sexual intimacy since it means more to him

- stu will literally kiss both of you any chance he gets with no hesitations

- and he will kiss EVERYWHERE. like don't be surprised if this man just kisses the back of your neck out of nowhere okay he has no self control

- its good there are three of you because just one person wouldn't be able to handle all of the love stu has to offer

- 7/10 for billy since it needs progress but 8/10 for stu since he makes dumb jokes but means well

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟:

- he's so awkward forgive him

- no like he literally doesn't know what to do when you first do it so he just kinda stands there for a second before nodding a "thank you" and leaving the room to recuperate

- on the outside he's all but on the inside he's like - he likes it but like? doesn't know?? how to ask for more??? - you can usually tell that he wants more because he starts nudging his head into your shoulder and waiting for you to give him kisses - a better option is to give him kisses on his mask filter! it's kinda like a lip kiss but not quite, and it's wholesome enough to make him have a good mood for the rest of the day

- like he might let a few victims die faster just because you gave him mask kisses before he went out - 6/10 he's awkward as all hell

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤:

- bro,,, thomas is so sad bro

- like,,, he just doesn't feel like you really care about him a lot of the time and doesn't feel like you deserve him and it gets him down so PLEASE show him affection

- like on the outside he may seem scared of it and might push you away, just be patient with him

- thomas ESPECIALLY doesn't like his face so kissing his face and telling him he looks handsome kinda makes him want to break down in tears right there

- like bubba he loves affection, but he's more timid and nervous about asking for it

- you can usually tell that he wants your attention from his nervous glances at you across the room and his sudden close proximity when you're walking around, so just turn around and hug him every once in a while!! or give him some smooches

- he might not offer them back but he returns the sentiment by nuzzling into your neck and humming if you play with his hair

- 9/10 just because he's super hesitant but needs it regardless

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪: - y'all bacon bits cannot take one fucking thing seriously

- SKJDFN like if you give him a forehead kiss he'll try to lick your chin or push you away he's such an ass

- it's honestly just because genuine heartfelt affection brings up emotions he's not good at dealing with so he avoids it by counteracting with stupidity but whatever

- do not give him forehead kisses or you'll get your neck bitten i mean it

- 2/10 he's a dumbass

𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣:

- this man is BUILT for forehead kisses. look at that forehead. look at that sittable lap. look at those hugging arms.

- vincent will literally accept any sort of positive contact as long as you warn/ask him beforehand

- asking to kiss his forehead will earn you a shy nod, and doing so will result in a very blushy and embarrassed wax man

- FR THO like he will still get flustered and loose track of what he's doing if he thinks about it for a month after

- the fact that you kissed his face really sells it considering (like thomas) he's never liked his face

- kissing his BARE face for the first time though? oh my god he's going to start crying

- NO BUT FR SKJDFNK

- 10/10 he just,,,, loves you so much PLEASE

𝔹𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣: - c'mon now y'all really think he's gonna let you do that

- as soon as you lean in to kiss his forehead he's gonna push you away like "what are you doing" and go back to his business okay this man doesn't do intimacy

- unless he's in the safety of his room though

- if y'all are 100% alone it's okay even though he's kinda hesitant, but he's awkward and doesn't know how to return it in a way that isn't sexual

- like everyone paints him to be smooth n shit but i know for a FACT he doesn't know how to deal with genuine intimacy and it's because he's never had a healthy relationship in his life

- so you presenting that is weird and foreign and will take a lot of time for him to get used to

- 4/10 don't do that unless you're like a few months in

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖! 𝕐𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕛𝕒:

- what are you doing

- why are you doing that

- wait no don't stop-

- yeah soft intimacy is something he's still kinda getting used to. he doesn't hate it, but it still catches him off guard since he doesn't?? really know??? what to do????

- kinda just coos affectionately into your chest and holds you there for a second before placing a kiss (or like the closest he can get to one with those tusks and lack of lips) on whatever exposed area of skin is the closest but he gets an A for effort

- 9/10 doesn't know what to do but still enthusiastic!!

ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟:

- while he PREFERS hand kisses cause he's classy, he doesn't mind forehead kisses at all

- in fact, if he's taller than you they're really common for him to give!

- if you return them he's pleasantly surprised and can't help but get all soft because of it

- 11/10 not much else to say here just a wholesome man

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[ 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. :) ]

#the boy #the boy (2016) #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire headcanon #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms hellshire headcanons #brahm heelshire imagines #michael myers #michael myers headcanon #michael myers headcanons #michael myers imagine #michael myers imagines #michael myers x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #jason vorhees #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees headcanons #jason vorhees imagine #jason vorhees imagines #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #texas chainsaw 2 #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw 3d #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba x reader #bubba sawyer headcanon

[magicalmyu]

guess who's gonna rant about anti entropy!!!! its me!!!!!

okay so today im gonna talk about tesla, because i talk about eins and welt enough on discord and i appreciate tesla just as much as the others.

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so, first of all, tesla definitely has a crush on eins. even if you disregard everything in the mangas and game as "oh but they're just close friends, they don't actually like each other," the vn makes it so damn clear that tesla has a huge crush on her colleague. whether it's the running joke that tesla likes to spoil eins while hating joyce's guts, or how she seems jealous of how much attention eins gives joyce, there's definitely some unrequited love going on here.

now, aside from the einsla propaganda, I'd also like to talk about tesla's character and attitude. while on the surface, she seems like your average tsundere, doing more digging shows that's not the case. in the VN, tesla seems significantly nicer, only losing her temper every now and then instead of being frustrated with someone at any given moment. however, one thing that should definitely noted is how much she cares for the others. in the visual novel, she frequently expresses worry for joyce, despite her supposedly disliking him. whether it's her being concerned at the start of the vn when joyce wasn't answering the door, or her lashing out at him after he refused to protect himself while eins extracted the soulium from the painting, telling him that he doesn't want him to give himself up to protect others, she shows how much she really cares for others in numerous ways.

this other side of tesla isn't just exclusive to the vn, too! second eruption and the nagazora chapters also give some insight to these character traits. in second eruption, when joachim confronts tesla about his plan to defeat sirin on the moon, she gets angry at him. this scene seems to parallel her scene with joyce in the vn, where she also states that "she hates people like him [who try to sacrifice themselves without any thought]" which may be a direct reference to the vn scene in question. apart from this, tesla also reminds eins to stay safe after she went out in the arahato mech to confront sirin. (ofc eins gets absolutely owned and in any other case i would be mad but tbh sirin is a queen too so no hard feelings <3)

in thunders over nagazora, tesla expresses concern for kiana and mei's situation. in fact, she didn't even want to be the one to tell mei the news, which is why she got tesla to do it for her. (i dont remember this one perfectly so lmk if i misremembered anything) there's also some archives from a source currently unknown to me (it might be the herrscher of thunder trial stages tho) where eins and tesla discuss what happened in nagazora. tesla expresses guilt over the situation, and believes that she and eins could have done something in order to prevent it. eins, as usual, comforts tesla and assures her that she understands her frustration and that they will work towards a good solution.

now, why does she act this way? and more importantly, why is her character in the vn so wildly different from her character in the game and manga? well, i have a theory of my own.

remember how tesla said she didn't want to see joyce "drown in his own compassion"? well, guess what happened to him? yep, she predicted his downfall: his own compassion. surely, after a tragedy as horrible as this, especially considering how eins was also noticeably affected by his death, you would think that she would change because of this too. and thus, she did. she begins to think that if she made herself unlikable, to the point where no one would care enough about her that they would give up their lives like joyce did, she wouldn't have to go through the pain of losing someone like him again. whether it was eins, or joachim, or even the hyperion crew, they must all mean a lot to her. perhaps this is why she resonated with kiana and mei, too. mei was a victim of the same thing eins and tesla were - the inability to protect someone who didn't even want to protect themselves.

but, of course, i can't really say im completely correct here. after all, im not hoyoverse.

in conclusion, i feel like tesla's character is misunderstood quite often by the fandom. she, along with joyce and eins, are definitely some of the most underrated characters in honkai, in my opinion.

tl;dr, tesla genuinely cares about people close to her, she just had her own ways of expressing this love due to past experiences.

#tesla honkai #honkai impact 3rd #einstein honkai #welt joyce #analysis #frederica nikola tesla #lieserl albert einstein #hi3 #einsla #might do one for eins and welt if im feeling goofy

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter five rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

“Why are you in such a mood?” Ned asked his best friend as they walked to their college campus. Peter had been grumpy all morning and Ned was quick to notice. He usually showed up at Ned’s door exhausted but eager to share the adventures from the night before, but he seemed defeated today.

“I got my ass beat last night.” Peter grumbled as he shouldered his backpack.

“By who?” Ned wondered.

“I don’t even know.” Peter sighed. “I think it was some kind of alien.”

“What’d it look like?” Ned asked. It wasn’t uncommon for Ned to ask a million questions after being told something Spider-Man related. After all, he was the guy in the chair.

“Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” Peter said swallowed and tried to push the previous night from his mind. He’d rather focus on this morning, and the moment he had shared with you. Peter felt such a strong connection to you, and he would’ve stayed on that rooftop all day if he could.

“Describe it to me.” Ned pleaded, tearing Peter from his thoughts.

“I don’t know. It was like eight feet tall, black, and bald. And it was super veiny.” Peter grimaced while Ned’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God. You fought Shaquille O’Neal?” Ned gasped.

“Keep your voice down. I did not fight Shaquille O’Neal.” Peter whispered harshly. Ned always seemed one step away from blowing Peters cover. Peter gave bashful smiles to the passing students who gave him weird looks upon hearing Ned’s words.

“Terry Crews?” Ned continued. Peter rolled his eyes at his best friend and starting walking to class.

“No. This is serious.” Peter said, his voice heavy with annoyance.

“I know it’s serious. You got beat up by The Rock.” Ned remarked. Peter fidgeted with the strings on his backpack, still bothered knowing he was beaten so easily by Venom.

“The Rock is Samoan, not black.” Peter corrected.

“I know. But I heard “bald” and I just automatically envisioned The Rock.” Ned defended.

“There’s another thing. It had this huge, gaping mouth with rows and rows of teeth. I keep thinking about it.” Peter shivered. “It came so close to me. And its tongue was super long. It was like a cracked out frog.”

“So a ninja turtle? You got beat up by a ninja turtle?” Ned gawked.

“It wasn’t a ninja turtle.” Peter snapped. “ It was black, remember?”

“So an emo ninja turtle.” Ned deadpanned.

“It kept saying “we”. “ Peter remembered.

“What do you mean?”

“There was only one of them, but they only referred to themself as “we” as if there were multiple of them.” Peter explained.

“Do you think there could be more? Like an alien army or something?” Ned asked incredulously. Peter hadn’t even thought about that.

“Maybe. I remember something else, it’s name was Venom.” Peter recalled. He distinctly remembered those words coming out of the creatures mouth.

“Venom?” Ned repeated, clearly finding it cool.

“Yeah. And I told it my name. I used my regular voice too.” Peter realized. He usually disguised his voice when speaking, but he had been so scared that he forgot to. It haunted him knowing the creature now knew who he was and he wondered if it knew both of his identities.

“Wow. This is so cool. Not cool for you, because you might die. But this is super cool for me.” Ned smiled as he envisioned what Venom might look like.

“Thanks, ned. Actually, wait.” Peter stopped in his tracks. “One more thing happened.”

“What?” Ned whispered as they approached their class.

“Venom was about to eat me but then it started talking to itself. It sounded maybe like it was having a conversation with someone? I’m not sure, I could only hear one side of it.” Peter explained. “It put me down, well it threw me down, and let me go. But before it left, it said something about a girl. I don’t really remember. I was too focused on catching my breath.”

“Catching your breath? Were you running?”

“No. It choked me.” Peter told him as he lightly touched his neck.

“Kinky.” Ned smirked as he took a seat next to Peter in their class.

“That’s gross.” Peter stifled a laugh. “Did I tell you about this morning with Y/N?”

“No. Tell me.” Ned said. He wasn’t disappointed in the change of topic. He was glad Peter had moved on on from Liz, finally. Peter recounted the discussion he had with you that morning, barely getting through it without blushing and laughing at certain parts.

“I really like her, Ned. More than I’ve ever liked anyone. She’s so amazing. I barely know her, but I can tell already. I want to know everything about her. I want to hear her full story. And most of all, I want to be a part of that story.” Peter declared but frowned suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Ned asked.

“After our talk, we just kinda sat there staring at each other for a while.” Peter began. “She kinda leaned in, and I did too, but then this seagull flew by and scared us half to death. We laughed about it but the moment was gone.”

“So you almost kissed her?” Ned smiled. “Why is that upsetting you?”

“Because what if that was our chance and I blew it?” Peter feared. “What if that seagull was a sign from above that I was in way over my head? Like God was asking me who I was to think I could just kiss the most perfect girl in the world? She’s so cool, Ned. Way too cool for me. She’s already had a boyfriend and I’ve never even kissed anyone.”

“If it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” Ned assured him.

“Or, the same thing that happened with Liz will happen.” Peter argued. “I won’t tell her how I feel and then she’ll be gone forever.”

“Then don’t let that happen.” Ned reasoned. “Tell Y/N how you feel. Do it tonight, before you go on patrol. And if she doesn’t feel the same, then at least you’ll know. Isn’t it better to know?”

“When did you become such a love expert?” Peter teased as the professor walked into the room.

“Since I started dating Betty. She’s opened my eyes to what love really is.” Ned shrugged. “Tell her tonight. Then tell me how it goes. I’m here for you either way.”

Peter nodded and gave Ned a thankful smile before turning his attention to the professor.

On his walk home from campus, Peter spotted you walking down the sideways. Ned’s words of encouragement rang in his ears and he made a brash decision.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Peter called after you, making you turn around.

“Hey Parker. How was kindergarten?” You teased him.

“Alright alright. Majoring in chemical engineering is hardly kindergarten. And I’m only one year younger than you.” Peter reminded you. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack on me, grandma.”

“Watch it, sonny.” You kept with the joke. “I’ll hit you with my purse and then say something mildly racist.”

“Just like my grandma.” Peter laughed in amusement. “We’re gross. And not funny.”

“We really are.” You scrunched your nose. “Couple of gross ass orphans.”

Peter laughed again, feeling comfortable enough with you to joke about a tragic situation.

“Look, Y/N, I really enjoyed our talk this morning. I really enjoyed all our talks so far actually. I guess I just like talking to you. ” Peter began. He looked nervous all the sudden, like he lost his stamina. You raised your eyebrows hopefully, as there were only so many ways this conversation could go.

“I like talking to you too, Peter.” You said honestly, hoping he’d continue. Hoping he’d ask that question. Your answer seemed to give Peter the confidence he needed to go on.

“Really? Um, that’s great cause I really like talking to you too. I already said that. Oh god. I’m crashing. I-“ he began to flail and you calmed him down by taking a few steps closer. You were almost touching at that point. He stopped talking immediately and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Is there someone you wanted to ask me, Peter?” You asked slowly as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

Damn. He was tall too.

“Yes, actually. I, um, will you…would you maybe want to-“

“Hiya kids!” A gravely voice came from the front stairs of your apartment, completely cutting Peter off. Peter looked up and angrily rolled his eyes.

“Don’t look now. It’s Henry.” Peter grumbled. Henry was the creepy neighbor with the foot fetish.

“Oh Dear God.” Peter said in a low voice.

“What?” You panicked when you saw Peters expression change.

“You’re wearing flip flops.” He pointed at your black painted toes and you felt the color drain from your face.

“Run!” He whispered harshly. You bolted into your apartment and Peter ran into his. Once inside, Peter blew out an angry breath. He had been interrupted twice in one day when trying to talk to you, and he worried that it was a sign.

Back at the apartment, you sat on your bed with headphones in. You were prepping for your interview with Cletus Kasady by writing down some questions you wanted to ask him. It was hard figuring out what to ask a serial killer. You looked at your notepad and sighed. All you had written down was “but why tho?” in sloppy handwriting. You tore out the page, crumbled it up, and threw it at the trash can. When you went to write something else down, you noticed the paper ball still stuck to your hand. You shook your hand but it still wouldn’t come off.

“What the hell?” You grumbled as you shook your hand.

“Oh. This might be our fault.” Venom said suddenly.

“What might be your fault?” You asked as you continued to shake the paper off your hand, but to no avail.

“We sort of went inside Spider-Man when we were talking to him yesterday.” Venom said timidly and the paper ball dropped from your hand.

“What?” You demanded and Venom went silent.

“Come out here.” You said, like an owner to a dog.

“We’d rather stay inside.” Venom said softly.

“Get out here now. You need to explain yourself young lady.” You said sternly. Venom slowly manifested and looked at you with sad eyes.

“I’m 600 million years old, by the way.” Venom added. “You can’t call me young lady.”

“What do you mean you went inside Spider-Man?” You ignored her comment.

“When we were choking him we put one of our tendrils inside him and swirled around.” Venom explained. “He didn’t even feel it. We did though. He’s very squishy on the inside.”

“You…what?” You didn’t even know where to start. “How does that explain the paper sticking to me?”

“We think we absorbed his powers.” Venom said. “We used to watch videos of him on YouTube after you went to bed. He can stick to walls and stuff. We think that’s why the paper ball stuck to you.”

“Since when can we absorb powers?” You wondered as you looked at your hands.

“We never had a host before. We don’t really know how it works.” Venom reminded you. “But back on Klyntar, our home planet, the Grandmaster used to tell us we could absorb the powers of superhuman beings. Judging by your newfound stickiness, we think it worked.”

“What else can Spider-Man do?” You asked. “Since you’re such a big fan.”

“He can shoot webs out of his wrists. And he can return lost dogs.” Venom answered, sounding a little annoyed.

“Do you have something against Spider-Man?” You chuckled a little at her tone.

“We hate what he did last night. He thought we were the bad guy, and he let the real bad guy get away. He judged us before he had the full story. We’re not a bad guy.” Venom defended. You were surprised to hear how passionate she was about this and gave her a soft smile.

“Let’s not worry about Spider-Man right now. I want to test out our new abilities. Let’s rock and roll, baby.” You cheered, complete with rock and roll hands. The second you touched your middle finger and ring finger to your palm, a black, web-like tendril shot out from your wrist and stuck to the ceiling. You stared at the web with a gaping mouth, weakly shaking your wrist to see if it would stay attached.

It did.

“Maybe that’s one of our new abilities.” Venom said. You looked back and forth between her and the gooey web coming out of your wrist.

“Oh my God! What’s happening?” You screamed. You took your fingers off your palm and the web retracted back into your wrist. Looking at your wrist incredulously, you made the rock and roll hand again and the same web shot out from your wrist. This time, it grabbed the ceiling fan.

“V-Venom?” You asked. You didn’t know what to say.

“Try to aim it at something.” She suggested. You aimed your wrist and the lamp across the room and touched your fingers to your palm. The black web shot across the room and grabbed onto the lamp. You quickly yanked your arm back to pull the lamp towards yourself. The lamp flew across the room, smashed you in the face, and left you with a bloody nose.

“Ow.” You cried, gingerly touching your nose.

“We see this as a absolutely win.” Venom cheered. You shot her a look and went to get cleaned up.

After about a week of practice, and very little work on your questions for Cletus, you had a better handle on your webbing ability. Of course, the week also consisted of long talks with Peter on the roof, late patrols of New York, the occasional run in with a criminal, late night FaceTime calls with Peter, and beating the shit out of Spider-Man, twice. Venom eventually grew bored of using the new powers around the house, so it was time for the final test.

You stood at the rooftop ledge and looked down, talking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“It’s a long way down.” You commented.

“Yep.” Venom replied in your head.

“We could die.” You added.

“Yep.”

“Ready?”

“We’re ready.” Venom grinned as you transformed. You stepped off the ledge and fell freely for a while, screaming the whole way down.

“Stop being a little bitch! Shoot a web!” Venom yelled. You aimed a web at a building and began to swing. You were too close to the ground and ended up knocking over a bunch of tables at an outdoor restaurant. People ran away in fear while others took out their cameras and recorded.

“We’re not here to hurt you! Peace and love!” Venom shouted as you continued to swing through the steers of New York. People began to cheer upon hearing your words.

“Do you hear that, Y/N? People are cheering. They love us.” Venom said happily.

“I love us too.” You replied. You were even happier than she was. You knew how much it hurt Venom to be seen as a monster, it was why she hated being called a parasite. You also knew it was why she hated Spider-Man. He was praised for stopping bad guys while Venom was seen as one of the bad guys he needed to stop.

“Hey, what is that thing?” A man called from the street. Venom stopped swinging and landed on the street. You proudly turned to the crowd of people, a massive grin on your face. There it was, our favorite question.

“We…are Venom.” Venom growled. People took pictures and videos of you from a distance.

“You can come closer. We won’t hurt you.” Venom assured the crowd.

“Are you like the anti Spider-Man?” Someone asked.

“Spider-Man is a joke. He can’t protect this city like we can. We are no Spider-Man. We are Venom.” Venom roared. A few people took a step back and you began to feel uneasy.

“Hey, King Kong. I want a word with you.” A sassy voice quipped from the crowd. A man in yellow sunglasses and a suit stepped forward, and you bet your ass you recognized him.

“My name is Tony Stark. Heard of me? Of course you have. Would you mind coming back to my tower with me?” He asked, but it felt more like a demand. The people in the crowd slowly dispersed and soon, you stood there alone with Tony.

“Be nice. Say yes.” You told Venom.

“Who is this guy?” She asked out loud.

“I just said my name.” Tony said, slightly annoyed.

“He’s a really famous inventor. I’ll explain later. Just follow him please.” You begged. Venom gave Tony a once over and followed him to a limo.

“Yea, you’re gonna ride up top big guy.” Tony said, patting the roof of the car.

“Girl.” Venom growled. Tony looked surprised.

“My apologies ma’am.” He raised surprised eyebrows. You rode on top of his car all the way to his tower, wondering what he could possibly want with you.

The inside of his tower was huge. Tony lead you to a lab that was bigger than yours and Peters apartments combined.

“I’ve seen videos of you on YouTube. Seems like you and Spider-Man aren’t the best of friends.” Tony remarked as he pulled out an iPad.

“We will crush his bones and snort them like cocaine.” Venom growled. Tony was just as surprised to hear that as you were.

“Now that’s a visual.” Tony smirked. “I’ll have you know, Spider-Man is a friend of mine. He’s not your biggest fan either but from what I’ve seen, you’ve done this city some good since you’ve been here. How long has that been?”

“Two weeks.” Venom answered.

“I thought so. I’d never seen you before then. And since your arrival, petty crime has dropped significantly in Queens. Criminals are too scared of getting eaten to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, I love Spider-Man and I’ll kill you if you tell him that, but no one fears him. He gets the job done, but there’s always another job to do. With you, on the other hand, your mere presence is preventing crime before it even happens.” Tony smiled to himself, like he was just given a new toy. “You’re scary, is what I’m trying to say. But you’re a good guy. It’s rare. I want it to stay that way. I want you on my team.”

“Team?”

“We’re called the Avengers. We had a bit of a falling out but the name still stands.” Tony waved his hand. “We fight bad guys together. Really, really bad guys. I think you could us some good. Plus, you’ll be taken care of for life and we’ll only call you in for serious threats. But I need a few things from you first.”

“Like what?”

“Your story.” He pointed a finger at you. “How does a giant, anthropomorphic alien wind up in New York City?”

“It’s a long story.” Venom answered.

“We can trust this man, Venom.” You told her telepathically. “I’m gonna come out okay?” Venom hesitated and Tony looked impatient to know more.

“Are you sure?” She asked you. Tony looked confused.

“Am I sure?” He pointed to himself.

“Not you.” She said. Tony looked around for who else Venom could be talking to and found no one.

“I’m sure.” You decided. “This guy is one of the good guys. We can trust him. I promise. I’m coming out.”

You slowly transformed back into yourself in front of Tonys wide eyes. Venom stayed in her snake-like form and rested on your neck.

“Hello, Mr. Stark. My name is Y/N L/N.” You shyly introduced yourself. “This is Venom. We want to help.”

Tony’s face shifted from shocked to impressed as he looked you over.

“I gotta say, I did not except someone like you to be inside that scary monster.” Tony chuckled.

“We’re not a monster, Mr. Stark. We want to help people.” You reminded him.

“I can see that.” Tony nodded. “That’s why I’ve been developing you a suit.”

“When did you do that?” You wondered. “We just met.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been designing it while you talked. I want you to have it incase you and Venom get separated. That way, you’ll be protected until you’re back together.” Tony explained as he showed you his ipad. Sure enough, it had a drawing of a suit on it.

“I’ll get started right away. I just need a little piece of Venom. If I make the suit using her skin, you’ll have the total protection you need.” You looked at Venom for consent, who nodded and extended a tendril towards Tony. He quickly snipped a piece off and put it in a container.

“When will the suit be ready? A few months?” You asked as Tony tapped the container. Tony stopped looking at the container and laughed.

“Y/N, I’m a genius inventor. Go get lunch. It’ll be ready when you’re done.” He said.

And he wasn’t kidding. An hour and a half later, Tony presented you with a suit. You ran my fingers over it slowly, not wanted to disturb a single thing. You looked at it in awe, completely speechless at what he had created.

“Go on, try it on.” He shrugged casually. You grinned from ear to ear before rushing to the bathroom to put it on. You came out soon enough with tears in you eyes.

“You like it?” Tony asked. You looked at your covered hands in amazement. The suit was jet black, like Venom was, and hugged your body like a second skin. There was a big white spider symbol on the front, the complete opposite of Spider-Mans small black one. You figured it was a nod to being called the anti Spider-Man and it was perfect.

“Well?” Tony was still waiting for an answer. You looked up at him just as a few tears fell down you cheeks.

“We didn’t celebrate my birthday growing up because it was the anniversary of my moms death. I used to be so upset every year.” You blurted. Tony looked like he didn’t know what to say and you couldn’t blame him. That was something deeply personal and you had only just met him.

“What I’m trying to say is, I get it now.” You explained. “All those missed birthdays were for a reason. I didn’t get gifts those days because I’m getting the ultimate gift right now. This is the most amazing thing I could’ve asked for. I cannot thank you enough Mr. Stark. I’ll never take it off.”

“You can’t take it off anyway.” Tony told you. “When you don’t want to wear it, it absorbs back into your skin like Venom does. And it’s equipped with Venoms essential abilities. It’s bullet proof, knife proof, taser proof, spork proof and so on. And you can still shoot your webby things. You just won’t have super strength, super speed, or that Venus flytrap mouth of yours.”

You tested it out and shot a web towards his desk. You grabbed a pen and caught it with ease, then looked at Tony for approval.

“That’s the best I could do. It’s no Iron Man suit but it’ll suffice.” Tony said casually. You couldn’t take it anymore and rushed towards him to hug him tightly.

“Thank you.” You said into his chest. Tony patted your back awkwardly and you let go.

“It’s nothing. You can thank me by not eating Spider-Man. I know he’s annoying but he doesn’t mean any harm. Now go forth and do good.” Tony requested.

You swung back to the apartment and landed on the roof. You turned back into yourself and made your way down the steps to your floor. After this mornings conversation with Peter and the incredible suit from Mr. Stark, you were having a great day. For the first time in years, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

[itsclydebitches]

I kinda wonder, what could bakugou do (hori write bakugou to do) to make him less popular with the "anti" crowd. Like He was a horrid child no doubt and people who try to put blame on Deku or lessen the terrible shit bakugou did aren't great. But as we don't rly see it, we have to assume bakugous behaviour wasn't stopped, we only ever saw his mum "punishing" him when he was being rude after getting kiddnapped. Nothing will excuse what bakugou did, but he has stopped? He's overall a harsh person but he's not harrassing and bullying people anymore, specifically not deku, he's trying to attone for what he did to deku and has now apologised for it. His behaviour was never viewed as justified or good in the series, he's a scary figure in middle school, we're not meant to like his behaviour, so the series itself hasn't justified his actions.

As someone who relate to both bakugou and deku more than I'd like to admit (never told someone to jump tho, that's fucked lol) so I can 100% understand not liking or even hating bakugou but as someone who's not 15 anymore, looking back I also made a lot of really shitty decisions and like bakugou have tried to make up for it, and like deku I was 'friends' with people who hurt me.

Is there anything he can do for the "antis" to just dislike him rather that be "anti"?

(I'm very sorry if you've talked about this somewhere, you can just tell me to look for it if you have, I'll continue to look for your posts on the subject)

Hey there, anon! I think I’ve spoken about this only tangentially and/or in my main Bakugo meta, which is too big for anyone sane to read. So yeah, let’s chat here!

For me personally—and that’s all I can ever do: speak personally. I think it’s important to keep in mind that there is no single solution to please the “anti” crowd. Each fan will be looking for something slightly different in Bakugo’s character, much of which might contradict what a “stan” is currently enjoying. Given how charged a character he is, I'm not sure it's possible to get the entire fandom to like him—what I’m looking for hinges on having a different reading of the story than you seem to. Meaning, I think the series does justify his behavior. Not in any overt, super obvious way like having all the characters go, “Wow, Bakugo! I sure do love how you threaten people all the time. That’s super cool and heroic!” Things are rarely that straightforward. Rather, it’s in a more subtle, but consistent manner that paints a rather conclusive picture across hundreds of chapters.

Simply put, Bakugo is continually rewarded for his actions. Or, if not outright rewarded, his actions are ignored in a way that implies silent acceptance. Characters may not always like what he does... but they're willing to let it slide because Bakugo's heroism was always treated as a given, not something he had to earn and prove.

With the ever necessary disclaimer that I’m not fully caught up yet, here’s a list of some of the things that stood out to me in the first half of the series:

Bakugo’s bullying made him the most popular kid in school.

Bakugo’s bullying was ignored by/outright supported by the teachers.

Bakugo’s bullying did not hinder him from getting into U.A., one of the most prestigious hero schools around.

Despite acting horribly throughout his time at U.A. too, this behavior was continually ignored by the teachers and other authority figures around him.

Bakugo’s struggle to realize that other people aren’t “trash” doesn’t hurt his achievements in any way. He still gets top scores, still wins the tournament, etc.

Bakugo’s behavior gets him special attention from All Might, the greatest hero and Bakugo’s personal idol.

His behavior doesn’t make others dislike him in any manner that’s taken seriously. Everybody is still willing to not just put up with Bakugo, but—in time—start treating his behavior as a quirk (no pun intended lol) that they’re secretly fond of, rather than something he should legitimately be striving to change. Kirishima is the most overt example of this.

This is compounded by his behavior constantly being framed as humorous. Much like with Mineta’s perverted actions, characters might superficially go, “No, that’s bad!” but the story never demands any significant development because then we’d lose the “joke” of Bakugo screaming in rage at the slightest inconvenience, threatening to murder someone over nothing, constantly belittling everyone around him in a “funny” manner, etc. When fans talk about development of a manga character as archetypal and extreme as Bakugo, most don’t really want to see significant change to his base personality. Because then that would result in someone who doesn’t look like the “real” Bakugo: someone nicer, more even-tempered, more mature, etc. But for those of us who were never drawn to that personality in the first place, the continued acceptance of his rude, egotistical, and violent behavior is discomforting. The easiest comparison I can draw is between this and Bakugo’s mother slapping him. That slap is meant to be another “joke”—we see it constantly in shonen anime, something "humorous" you shouldn’t take too seriously because haha, it's just an overprotective mother—but many fans do take it seriously, using it as the basis for a whole “Bakugo was abused and this explains his behavior” reading. Well, I take the “joke” of Bakugo’s threats and insults seriously, especially in a story that starts with something like telling Izuku to jump off the roof. In the same way that many fans want others to treat Bakugo’s mother as a serious topic that has had a negative influence on his development, I want the series to take Bakugo’s everyday actions seriously as a negative influence on… well, everyone around him. But it doesn’t. His base personality is grudgingly adored.

The above two points are seen most overtly in Izuku, who never wavers in his respect for Bakugo despite how Bakugo treats him. Not just prior to U.A., but during their training too. Izuku, as the protagonist, is the emotional heart of this tale, so when he talks about how inspiring Bakugo is, it encourages the reader to see his behavior as inspiring too. Rather than, as said, something that needs to change. Izuku's continued friendship with Bakugo, his adoration of him, and his acceptance of the way he's treated has severely warped how the entire story sees Bakugo's actions. After all, if #pure Izuku can see the good in Bakugo, why can't everyone else? He must not be that bad after all.

I could get into detailed analyses of all the above—like how Bakugo was the one comforted after attacking Izuku outside the dorms at night and how the messed up relationship he has with Izuku is upheld as something to nurture; how the remedial courses he had to take were made to be rather silly, thereby undermining their supposed importance to his development; how Bakugo’s kidnapping had nothing to do with his flaws, but much of the fandom uses it as a way to dismiss any appropriate consequences because, “Hasn’t he suffered enough?” etc.—but in the interest of keeping this within a readable length, I’ll leave it at that. The point is that Bakugo has always been privileged when it comes to his behavior, resulting in others either outright praising it, ignoring it, or demanding that he change a miniscule bit, which always keeps him far below the standards of both his peers and the expectations of a hero. Everyone in 1-A must learn to be even better than the good people they already are... Bakugo needs to learn that other people aren't dirt at the bottom of his shoes. It's never been a particularly impressive development when pit against the rest of the class. All of which can make something like an apology feel pretty hollow. Yes, he’s apologized and I say with all seriousness that that’s great! But how does that apology stack up against 300+ chapters of content? As Bakugo’s words highlight, he's been a really awful person up "until now": he was consumed by Izuku being “miles ahead of [him],” he “looked down on [him]” because he didn’t have a quirk, he “didn’t want to recognize that,” he “hated that,” “grew distant,” “tried to beat you down,” “opposed you and tried to show my superiority over you,” and ends it all with, “it probably doesn’t mean anything telling you all this” before finally getting to the “I’m sorry.” This is basically a laundry list of how horrible a person Bakugo has been for the entire series, with an acknowledgement that this apology is coming really, really late. This is the moment where I could START to like Bakugo, depending on how he acts form here on out, but that pivotal moment arrived after six years of content and in the final arc of the story. It’s too late. Bakugo needed this kind of self-reflection and positive action 250+ chapters ago so he could (hopefully) grow into a better person across the story, not at the story's end. What we got instead is 322 chapters of him being a really horrible person, but the story going out of its way to excuse or even praise that behavior the majority of the time.

As a quick comparison to end on, I think what Bakugo needed was what Soo Jin got in True Beauty. You don’t need to have seen the drama to follow along. The tl;dr is that she has a lot of the core qualities of Bakugo: an all-consuming drive to win that was created due to abusive parents with high expectations, resulting in her bullying a peer to a pretty horrific extent. The difference between them is how the story frames their actions. When Soo Jin becomes the bully she loses everything. Rather than succeeding academically, her grades plummet, making it clear that this anxiety and self-doubt (things the fandom keeps insisting Bakugo is struggling with, but that rarely ever show up in the text) is actually impacting her day-to-day life. Her best friend drops her because she’s not going to support her choices. The boy she likes rejects her. She’s eventually forced to start over somewhere new - which importantly separates her from the girl she was bullying - and get some distance from her parents, resulting in the growth needed to become a healthier, happier, good person again. So when Soo Jin apologizes to the girl she hurt, it feels earned. The story continually recognized how horrific her actions were and put her into a place where she either had to change, or continue losing at everything else that was important to her. Bakugo? Bakugo doesn’t lose. Oh, he claims he does because he’s comparing himself to Izuku constantly, but that’s just him thinking in extremes. He still wins academically. Still wins many battles. Still wins at having friends. Still wins by maintaining the prestige of being a U.A. student. Still wins by getting All Might’s attention. Still wins by receiving Izuku’s respect and an agreement to maintain this rivalry that Bakugo is so obsessed with. Bakugo comes out well 99% of the time, he just thinks he's "lost" because he can't stand not being the absolute best.

For me, the story needed to have Bakugo face consequences for his behavior, not receive rewards and/or have others ignore it, and that revelation/apology needed to come way, way sooner. For me the issue is not a specific action that Horikoshi can have Bakugo do in the next chapter and them bam, I like him now. The problem is Bakugo’s entire concept, how he’s received by the entire cast, and his run across this entire series. "Entire" is the key word there. Which is why the “But he’s apologized. What more do you antis want?” reactions don’t sit well. What we wanted is a better written redemption arc across those 300+ chapters, not a single scene that’s meant to have us forget all the other problems inherent in the story. At this point it’s a far more complicated situation than, “Bakugo just needs to do X, Y, and Z and then we’re golden.” At the end of the day, Horikoshi failed to make me like him as a person and I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to change Bakugo enough to make him likable to me. Bakugo was never the sort of character I’d be inclined towards without a serious, nuanced redemption arc, but sadly, a core, crucial part of that redemption arc took six years to arrive. At this point there’s no way to change the problems in Bakugo’s writing for that huge chunk of the series and not enough time left in the series, it seems, to do the work we should have seen across the entire run. Honestly, idk if the Bakugo we'll get going forward is someone I can just dislike as opposed to being really uncomfortable with, but my money is on there being too little story left and too much investment in upholding Bakugo's base personality for that to happen. I could absolutely be proven wrong! But I think the problems are structural and needed to be better dealt with from page one, not hastily patched over in the final hour.

#BNHA #My Hero Academia #anti bakugo

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

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