#i'm hoping mine won't be annoying either

[thatdogmagic]

...that your audience won't hate.

This is a method I started using when NFTs were on the rise - thieves would have to put actual work into getting rid of the mark - and one that I am now grateful for with the arrival of AI. Why? Because anyone who tries to train an AI on my work will end up with random, disruptive color blobs.

I can't say for sure it'll stop theft entirely, but it WILL make your images annoying for databases to incorporate, and add an extra layer of inconvenience for thieves. So as far as I'm concerned, that's a win/win.

I'll be showing the steps in CSP, but it should all be pretty easy to replicate in Photoshop.

Now: let's use the above image as our new signature file. I set mine to be 2500 x 1000 pixels when I'm just starting out.

Note that your text should not have a lot of anti-aliasing, so using a paint brush to start isn't going to work well with this method. Just use the standard G-Pen if you're doing this by hand, or, just use the text tool and whichever font you prefer.

Once that's done, take your magic wand tool, and select all the black. Here are the magic wand settings I'm using to make the selections:

All selected?

Good.

Now, find a brush with a scattering/tone scraping effect. I use one like this.

You can theoretically use any colors you want for this next part, but I'd recommend pastels as they tend to blend better.

Either way, let's add some color to the text.

Once that's finished,

You're going to want to go to Layer Property, and Border Effect

You'll be given an option of choosing color and thickness. Choose black, and go for at least a 5 in thickness. Adjust per your own preferences.

Now create a layer beneath your sig layer, and merge the sig down onto the blank layer.

This effectively 'locks in' the border effect, which is exactly what we want.

Hooray, you've finished your watermark!

Now let's place that bad boy into your finished piece.

You'll get the best mileage out of a mark if you can place it over a spot that isn't black of white, since you'll get better blending options that way. My preference is for Overlay.

From here, I'll adjust the opacity to around 20-25, depending on the image.

If you don't have a spot to use overlay, however, there's a couple other options. For white, there's Linear Burn, which imho doesn't look as good, but it still works in a pinch.

And for lots of black, you have Linear Light

Either way, you're in business!

EDIT since this has escaped my usual circles, and folks aren't as familiar with my personal usage:

An example of one of my own finished pieces, with watermark, so you can see what I mean about 'relatively unobtrusive'-- I try to at least use them as framing devices, or let them work with the image somehow (or, at the very least, not actively against it).

I know it's a bummer for some people to "ruin" their work with watermarks, which is part of the reason I developed this mark in particular. Its disruption is about as minimal as I can make it while still letting it serve its intended purpose.

There's other methods, too, of course! But this is the one I use, and the one I can speak on. Hope it helps some of you!

#watermarks #artist tutorial #watermark #AI #art theft

[vickyyoon]

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(you're mine pt 2)

Pt-1 <- here

Warning : Stockholm syndrome, non-con, unprotected sex, smut, rough sex, over stimulation, yelling, begging, angst (fluff in the end), ' rape

Synopsis : your n-th attempt to escape had gotten him frustrated and finally take serious actions he ends up regretting hard!

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It has been almost a week with you living with hyunjin, all your plans seem to tear apart when you see how he was prepared mentally and physically for all the things he expects you to do, it was scary as if he was reading your mind and each time he guesses what you wanted to do he smirks to himself.

It's not as bad as you would think to live with him either but still, he took away your freedom, your phone, your social life, your car keys but he was nice and soft when it came to you.

You realize his intention as never to really hurt you but when you make him mad by refusing to do somethings that he considers important he starts to throw things around the whole house screaming and traumatizing you without actually hurting you, how could he hurt you? He only wanted you near him, he wanted to be loved by you. He's spent his whole life waiting to be yours.

You woke up again it was 3pm and the sun was starting to set. You went down stairs to see him cooking for you, his food was amazing you've never tasted anything better than his cooking, maybe he even took classes to master your favorite dishes.

" Woke up from your nap princess? Why don't you wash your face and we have snacks. I have games to play with you."

You went back to your room into the bathroom and washed your face when suddenly your brain started to work like Einstein, playing with his agenda!

You came downstairs to see him waiting with the food laid on the table, his face with a bored expression, he must've gotten so bored without you so you sit down with a sad expression and he can instantly tell.

He was feeding you and asking you what was wrong but you kept on brushing it off.

" Why won't you tell me? I know when something's wrong. Just tell me I can help you."

" what's the point in telling you? How would you understand?"

" it's OK i just wanna know what's wrong! I'll do anything to make you happy!"

" after work days, every weekend I take a long drive to enjoy but ivm stuck in this house for weeks!" you sound annoyed.

" you're saying you want to go out?" he hoped you wouldn't say what he thought you would say.

You nodded and his heart felt so heavy now. " you know I can't let you go outside. Besides you don't have anymore work days and I'm all you need."

" if you really loved me, you would've gone out with me the second you heard me mope about it" you toyed with his little sick game.

" I get suffocated and depressed whenever I stay too long inside! You have to understand" you argued again.

" someone can take you away from me! I love you so much I can't have you gone! I'll be done!" he reasoned.

" Com'on can't you fight them for me? Besides you don't trust me! You think I'll run away don't you. How can you think like that of me?"

To tell the truth you would actually run away.

" so you know the reason too? You think I'm dumb? The second you try to guilt trip me and I'll let you out, you would actually run away."

There you were baffled again, just too stunned to speak. There you were dumb founded and this seemed to be the last straw for him.

" THE MORE I TRY TO LOVE YOU, THE MORE YOU TRY TO PUSH ME AWAY!"

He yelled and cupped your face in one hand making you stare at him, his eyes piercing daggers at you now. You only felt nothing but pure fear as you looked back at him. It was a new side of him you first saw.

He never hurt you but here he was burning his fingers into your jaw.

" Bad girls like you don't deserve this kind of treatment, you're lucky I love you."

.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the bedroom. He threw you so harshly onto the bed you were so scared.

" You keep playing with my feelings, you think my love for you is just a little joke? I'll prove you today."

He started to get on top of you, harshly kissing you, almost ripping your lips. He was like a demon now, his hands frantically went over your body, finding your shirt's buttons and taking it off of you. You finally realized what he meant.

" stop squirming!" his hands pressed you down on the bed still kissing you, he unclipped your bra and started to kiss you down to your chest, marking every kiss and bruising your skin.

He pulled your pants down along with you'd panties as you kept begging for him to stop but nothing's gonna stop what you started now.

He got up fiddling with his belt and threw all his clothes on the floor. Pushing himself into you, stretching you so much, God he was much bigger than you thought, you were horrified if he would break you now.

He started to thrust slowly before going insanely fast.

" Do you know how much I wanted you? I refused every girl and I've been lonely my whole life just to have you in it! Each day didn't feel like it was worth living without you!"

"I-I'm sorry, please ahh- hng please don't do this to me."

You were starting to tear up, it felt good but it was stimulating you so fast that you came with just 20 minutes, and he kept on going, simulating you over and over again.

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He was going rough and nothing came out of your mouth you were just numb, everything that was happening has happened and you can't change anything now

Suddenly he put a halt to his actions and looked down at you, your tear stained face tore him apart completely.

" I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything!" he was panicking, he hugged you tight.

He felt guilty now, how could he hurt you? You were his princess! "I'm sorry! How could I do this to you!? Why didn't you stop me?"

" Well I did! But you didn't listen!" you were starting to cry again.

He was hugging your shaking body and crying now, he didn't mean to do that really. He was just so frustrated that after all his attempts you still don't love him in the slightest bit but he had no rights to hurt you or force you.

He pulled out caressing your face with eh back of his hand, he was crying hard.

" D-don't touch me" you warned as you got up. Your legs were aching, you didn't know if you could even stand up now, you walked over to the bathroom and locked yourself.

He was shaking he pulled his clothes on and knocked on the bathroom door but no one answered, " Please don't hate me, I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean it, I know how much it hurts you!" he begged on the other side.

You could only hear him cry from the other side of the door, ironically it felt like you hurt him and he was more hurt from hurting you? You tried to understand why he would act like that, it did make sense, he tried so hard to earn your love but there you were trying to escape. He just got so frustrated...

You opened the door and saw him crouched in the corner of the room huddled, hugging his knees, he looked so broken. You knew he really didn't mean it because if he did, he would have don't it a long time ago.

He stared at your coming towards you, he tried to hold your hands but he remembered. " please sweetheart, I didn't mean it, you know I love you, I live for you."

" I'll take you outside, I'll literally do anything now I swear just please don't hate me and don't leave me. It's so lonely without you." he was tearing up again

Watching him beg like this for you to just stay hurt you alot. You could feel how lonely it was for him everyday, you were like a light to his darkness.

" j-just promise me you'll never hurt me again"

" ofcourse, I can never hurt you intentionally, i promise I'll never hurt you. Just please."

He gripped your hand finally after you let him and placed it in his forehead. " I promise, I swear" you couldn't help but melt a bit.

No one's ever been so desperate to have you in their lives...

#kpop #Hyunjin smut #Smut #hyunjin smut #Straykids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #Straykids #Skz #hyunjin x reader

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"You're staying here."

A/N: Spoilers for Prologue, Books 1-6, and certain events. Sorry! I've had this story in my drafts for so many months. I hope ya'll enjoy it and please let me know what you think.

EDIT: I accidentally posted this while in the middle of editing and decided to still work on it while it was posted XD

". . . What? Hang on--"

"Calm down, we just need you to be our in-between in case the beast gets to us. Having you up here means you can get to the Headmaster faster--"

"Wait, stop. Stop." Yuu squinted at Leona, incredulous. "You could have one of your dormmates do that. Your dorm is based on athletics, I'm pretty sure whoever he is could get to the Headmaster faster than me. Not to mention, I'm a Beast Tamer, I should be going with you guys!"

"You're also magicless." Leona was mercilessly blunt with that fact. The words reminded Yuu of all the jabs of random bullies throughout the schoolyear, and they gritted their teeth. Before they could argue back, Leona said, "I'm not saying that that makes you useless, but let's face it: you're not going to survive that oversized house cat unless you can put up a barrier or counter a spell."

"I probably wasn't meant to survive a lot of things since coming here, but look what happened--" Yuu spread their arms out--"I'm alive anyways."

"It's probably because you had one of us or Grim with you," Ace said. "Dealing with the ghosts at Ramshackle the first night and every other thing after that, Grim. Fighting the Phantom in the mines, the three of us. All of the Overblots, a group of us." He was counting off each instance with his fingers, clearly not sorry for making a case against Yuu. "I know you're not thrilled about being left out of something as big as this, but without Grim, you're not going to be able to do much, let alone protect yourself. We can't keep an eye on you either, so it's basically better if you stay here."

He didn't shrink away from the look of betrayal and anger on Yuu's face and stood still when they marched up to him. "Okay, first of all, when have I ever asked any of you to keep an eye on me? Yeah, never. And second in case you forgot, I've handled myself pretty damn well when it came to random magic crap. I literally can't count how many times I almost got burnt by fireballs, impaled by ice, and struck by lightning by people that can't aim, and there are a lot of them at this school. Yeah, Vargas's 'catch-up' lessons helped with my speed, but my point still stands."

They held up a hand, stopping Ace from rebutting. "And if you're going to bring up Grim probably throwing out spells with weird side effects, don't. I've suffered enough curses getting thrown at me and potions being snuck into my food to get used to weird effects."

"Wait, people have been doing those things?!" Kalim's eyes were wide in disbelief and shock. "Why?"

Yuu half-heartedly tossed their arms, palms turning upward, as a form of a shrug. "Probably because they're assholes and I'm an easy guinea pig. If we're being a little pessimistic, it's probably also because no one would miss me. Magicless nobody from another world and all that."

"That's a horrible thing to think about!" Kalim cried. The Ramshackle Prefect was a helpful person and tried avoiding trouble the best they could. Not to mention, they weren't in line for something major like a merchant business or a throne. How could anyone want to trouble Yuu? (And how could Yuu think no one would miss them?)

"No surprise they'd think that," Idia mumbled.

"Hate to break it to you, but even if you got potioned and cursed a lot, there's still going to be something you won't be able to handle," Ruggie said. "I get what you mean, though. I got cursed and potioned a bunch of times before I started working for Leona and still a little after. At some point, you're more annoyed than bothered by whatever happens to you."

There were times he saw his freshman self in Yuu. Struggling to understand the lessons, having to bear with a handful of cruel upperclassmen or fellow classmates, left to carry out a difficult task on their own... he sometimes may or may not have been at the right place at the right time to offer help--in exchange for a favor, of course.

"That still doesn't mean you should throw yourself into a fight without knowing what could happen to you," he added, almost scolding.

"I know, but I still helped with the Overblots, didn't I? I think that's enough proof that I can handle being in dangerous fights," Yuu said, crossing their arms. Their sleeve got pushed up and a healing scar on the back of their wrist was revealed, which caught multiple eyes.

Savanaclaw and the Leech Twins remembered the cry of fear and pain when the Octopus Phantom's tentacle snatched their arm, right after they had stepped out of the way of a funnel of water. Octavinelle and Kalim remembered Yuu being sent flying after the Genie Phantom shot a spell that created a force upon impact. They would have hit the wall like a rag doll if Azul didn't catch them with wind magic. The VDC group members remembered them on the ground, twitching sporadically as one of the Hag Phantom's regular sized apples innocently rolled away like it didn't poison them through touch. (Deuce panicked so hard he summoned a cauldron to crush it even though just stepping on the apple was all that was needed.) And who could forget Yuu yanking their arm out of a nest of thorny branches that had been summoned by the Dragon Phantom? They had scars from thorns that got particularly stuck.

After realizing they were staring, Yuu followed the gazes and put their hands in their pockets as casually as they could.

"If you're worried about us thinking less of you, I assure you we wouldn't," Azul said. "There's nothing about the offer that you should be worried about. Again, it's not because your magiclessness makes you less valuable. It's simply letting you avoid another troublesome fight."

He didn't turn on the charm; no smiles or overly fawning words. He was dead serious and it made Yuu uneasy. Why did he want them to take the offer? Although--and this uneased them much more--it was starting to feel like most of the boys were conspiring to keep them out of the fight.

"After everything you've gone through, you pretty much deserve this. Don't worry about Grim, either." Deuce pounded his chest. "We'll be sure to bring him back in one piece."

"I. . . appreciate. . ." Yuu gestured vaguely while also feeling that 'appreciate' was a strange thing to say. They didn't appreciate being pushed out of something important without being heard, and they weren't sure how to feel about the unexpected concern for their wellbeing, especially at a time like this. "I appreciate you guys wanting to give me a break, but I really am serious about coming with to save Grim."

They saw shoulders slumping and heard frustrated huffs. "Listen!" they yelled, starting to feel frustrated themself. "I almost lost Grim once! I need to be there to make sure I don't lose him again. I know you guys can do what I can't, I've seen you all fight before, and I know you all will be able to handle what's coming, but I can't stand being on the side again! So, like it or not, I'm coming with. And why do any of you care about me getting a few scratches or hits from magic, anyway? It's not like it hasn't happened before."

No one responded.

". . . Guys?"

Finally, Leona clicked his tongue. "So annoying. I told you all it would've been pointless to do this."

"What's going on?" Yuu scanned the faces around them, noticing how uneasy Jack and Riddle looked, how Ace and Deuce seemed to have something to say, how irritated or hesitant everyone else appeared. Malleus approached them and they immediately noticed his brows furrowed in concern. "Tsunotaro. . . ?"

"Two night ago, we all shared a prophetic vision, likely similar to what you have been experiencing as of late. All of us were gathered together battling the chimera form of Grim in the same area as the current one. He casted spells that were beyond his usual abilities, including one that made it hard to breathe. Somehow, in the blink of a moment, you ended up alone with him trying to get him to come to his senses."

Yuu held their breath as Malleus said, "But then he opened his mouth and lunged towards you, and the vision ended. Forgive us for not telling you sooner. It is difficult speaking of someone's prophesied death and we did not want you to lose your confidence."

Multiple eyes carefully watched Yuu process everything he said. Some wondered how this would affect their character (Malleus admired them for their courage, considering their circumstances, and Ace liked them for their gutsy and surprising moments; hopefully nothing would change).

Others hoped that Yuu would relent and let the group fight Grim without them (Rook was regretful of leaving Yuu behind, but someone as special as them needed to be kept safe; Riddle simply didn't want to lose a dear friend).

And others prepared to rebut Yuu if they were still stubborn about going (Leona was mentally groaning and Vil shared his sentiment; aside from the Freshman Squad's reputation for having hard-heads, the two understood how much Grim meant to Yuu).

The Ramshackle Prefect started to observe them in turn with an unreadable expression.

Then they scowled. "You all realize how fucked up it is to keep that a secret, right? I mean, shouldn't I be told I might be walking to my death? Or is it--I don't know. You all think I can't make my own decisions?"

"That's the thing, Yuu. You care a lot about the people around you, and when it comes to Grim, you'd do anything to keep him safe. Even if we told you about the vision, I'm willing to bet you'd try to convince us to let you come anyway," Ace said. "You're right, it was fucked up to keep the vision from you, but we can't let you be so careless about yourself, especially since it's basically confirmed you might die."

"That cat has no idea how lucky he is to have a patient and caring person like yourself," Sebek said. "It wouldn't do for him to learn it through severely injuring you."

"And actually, none of us would be able to stand it if you got hurt or worse and we had the opportunity to prevent it," Ortho said. "You've done a lot already. Just this once, we want to handle this without troubling you."

Yuu silently stared at their Squad, mouth agape.

"When we found out you had gone with Epel and Hunt to find S.T.Y.X.'s headquarters, we seriously thought wouldn't see you again," Deuce said. "You gave us a heart attack with what happened in Scarabia. What you did then was unbearable."

"I know it's pointless to think about, but I sometimes worry over what would have happened if I didn't get my Unique Magic in time," Epel said. "Seeing that vision of Grim pouncing on you, though. . . it's made it harder to sleep at night."

"Frankly, the headmaster could be more considerate of you," Jack said. "Having to take care of Grim and being a Prefect can't be easy. Not to mention, what was he thinking tasking you with stopping Azul?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side. "On top of being a little reckless, it makes it hard to not want to pull you back from any trouble."

"So, whatever you tell us, we're not taking no for an answer," Ace concluded.

The anger they had towards everyone for their audacity to keep the vision a secret was dimmed a little (just a little) by their friends' worry for their well-being. At the same time, the worrying made their heart tremble and throat tighten. They closed their eyes and took a deep breath. "You know, this whole time I was expected to be a stone wall. I forgot what it felt like to be cared about."

"Huh?" multiple voices chorused.

"What do you mean by that?" Deuce asked.

"Well, I was pretty much thrown into a lion's den and expected to survive it. I wasn't given much sympathy either by nearly everyone I met, especially during the first month." (A few of the boys internally cringed, remembering the hurtful words he had said.) "There's also the fact that most of the school consists of pricks who are self-absorbed year-round. It's not very comforting to know that if something happens to me, there's a good chance no one's going to give me a hand, except if it's people I get along with or people who can benefit from my suffering."

"I don't blame you for wanting certain attitudes to change, but you know as well as I do that you'll encounter pricks and predators anyway beyond the school walls," Vil said but not without some sympathy.

"I do," they said bitterly. "Look, I get it. I shouldn't expect the world to hold my hand or offer me everything on a silver platter. But--god damn it, would it have killed anyone or even any of you guys to have some sympathy? To be a little more decent?”

"I was able to bear the atmosphere of NRC for a while, but at some point, it gets so fucking tiring. A student population that can't be a smidge nicer unless they're beaten up or more upfront about their actual intentions." They shook their head, then made a derisive sound. "That's why I'm having a hard time processing this. I'm sorry, but I can't wrap my head around the fact that you guys, who come from Night Raven College, are actually showing that you care."

The corner of their lip twitched upward, forming a broken smile. Concern was visible on everyone's faces.

"Yuu," Ace said, "are you okay?"

". . . No. I haven't been okay since coming here, or maybe I wasn't okay before coming here and it just got worse. I don't really know."

They turned their face to the side, but it was too late: everyone saw a tear slide down their cheek. Except for Grim and the rest of the First Year Squad, no one ever saw the Ramshackle Prefect cry. It strangely made everyone concerned, and some reached out a hand.

"Yuu..."

"Prefect..."

They raised a fist to their face, as though it could stop the tears before they could spill. They took a slow, deep breath to calm themself, but they never let that breath go in fear a sob would escape.

"Yuu." A hand gently touched their shoulder. "It's all right."

They shoved the person away. They couldn't see who it was from the torrent of tears that suddenly spilled and blinded their sight. "It's not!"

"I was starting to believe people when they said I wouldn't be anything! They told me I was useless and dumb and a nobody. They told me I should've stayed a janitor because I couldn't do anything right. They'd try to beat me up for some etiquette I didn't know or for some stupid reason."

Insulting Yuu's parents and them. . .

Riddle noticed Trey setting aside a big cookie during preparations for the Unbirthday Party. It was for Yuu. Earlier that day, someone or some people had stolen their bag and stuffed it with crumpled paper and empty food wrappers. Their notebooks--thankfully still in tact--had been tossed haphazardly around the school and led to the field where the bag was left. Trey found all this out when Ace and Deuce returned to Heartslabyul dorm scowling. The Unbirthday Party went on as usual, and Yuu seemed cheered up by the cookie and receiving the honors of petting a hedgehog. Much, much later, Riddle caught a bully red-handed and dished out the consequences for breaking Rule #53: You must replace anything you steal. Sadly, it didn't deter other bullies from stealing Yuu's bag, but Riddle still punished whoever he could for breaking an important rule and troubling someone so undeserving.

Threatening to take a tooth. . .

Leona overheard a conversation while napping in the botanical garden. In between sleep and waking, he initially thought he was dreaming the times he overheard the servants whispering disapprovingly about him. What made him wake up was hearing plots to get Yuu kicked out. He couldn't be bothered to care what ridiculous crap the herbivores in the other dorms or his juniors in Savanaclaw got caught up in, but this was something different. Joke or not, someone had to step in before either party gets kicked out--and that's what he did, telling the students off for planning something ridiculous and highly risky (and glaring harshly when he recognized some of the students as members of the Magift Club). After the students scrammed, he settled back down to sleep and his mind wandered to Yuu. He felt a little deja vu when he thought how they needed a tutor to keep themself from failing (and Grim too even though that fur ball could pay to be less annoying). It would dig into his rest time, but he had an idea for what Yuu could do to make up for that. Say, help a certain hyena finish his given tasks quicker.

"It feels like I'm only here for people to use or take from. I keep wondering why it always happens. Is there something wrong with me? Was there some invisible sign telling people I was a tool that didn't need repairs? Was I cheap labor because I'm on the bottom of some hierarchy?"

Taking Ramshackle Dorm away. . .

Once, Azul came across a group of students playing 'keep away' with Yuu and their lunch box. For a moment, he was reminded of his child self, trying to get back a seashell from a couple of bullies who were tossing it to each other over his head and taunting his slowness. He snapped out of his memories when Ace, Deuce, and Grim entered the scene, magic ablazed and yelling. It wouldn't be the first time he would see this happen: anytime anyone picked on Yuu while using magic, their friends would come to their aid. (If Azul had to be honest, he envied the Ramshackle Prefect for having people like the First Year Squad look out for them.) But then, some time after his Overblot, he came across a couple of students on brooms waving Yuu's homework from their perch. The sight particularly irked him, but before he could step in, one of the bullies lost his grip and a couple of papers got blown away. The rest of the homework got lost when he and his accomplice tried grabbing the sheets. It all drifted onto the wet grass below or sailed over the trees, and the bullies, suddenly remembering they had something more important to do, left Yuu scrambling to salvage what they could. Azul wouldn't forget the Prefect's face when they asked, defeated, what he wanted in exchange for helping them with the missing papers. He neither wouldn't forget their face when they asked how he had been able to deal with being picked on so much. For once, he didn't feel the urge to strike a deal.

Using them for a plan. . .

When the high of partying in the desert died down, all Jamil could think about was how he would tell his family that he Overblotted and why. It churned his stomach picturing their horrified faces, and it was made worse when he wondered what the Al-Asim family would do if they heard that their heir had been caught in a dangerous situation by none other than the loyal best friend. What would happen to him and his family then? Amidst the inner turmoil, the Ramshackle Prefect and Grim were far from his mind until he and Kalim found them practicing for the VDC tryouts. A proper apology was due, but he didn't have one prepared. It didn't seem to matter to the two, though, as they acted like nothing happened. As though he didn't force them to "solve" another dorm problem right after Grim expressed not wanting to. When Vil Overblotted, he saw Grim rearing to fight while voicing how troublesome it was to deal with yet another Overblot. His eyes slid over to Yuu. . . and it was crystal clear they didn't want to deal with anything anymore. They stared at Vil's cackling, levitating figure with despair, eyes telling of exhaustion and mouth tugging into a grimace, a sign of reluctant acceptance. He tried to protect them when he could from poisonous spells--emphasis on tried, since he still had Kalim to keep safe--and afterwards, offered leftover food whenever Scarabia had parties.

"Was an Overblot all it took for people to see me differently? I can't control how other people act, only how I respond. All I can do is take things easy and forgive, but I don't know if I can keep doing it. It's just. . ."

Their voice trembled. "So hard to keep going when it seems like barely anyone wants to consider you."

Word spread fast around Night Raven College and it wasn't long before Vil recognized that Yuu was in a challenging position: they lived in a literal ramshackle dorm, had to live on a small budget, and were entirely new to this world. He had to hand it to them, they possessed quite the will and backbone. After all they experienced, he counted himself lucky that they warmed up to him rather quickly--which was why he noticed how tensely quiet they became the night after their friends snuck a bite of unknowingly cursed dessert. When asked, they told him bluntly that it was painful seeing food used like that. They were struggling to pay off lunch debts and it was made much worse when already broken windows broke a little more or parts of the roof had to be patched up after a short downpour. Vil could see a little hunger in their eyes as they talked of instances where they had to decide between repairs and eating dinner that night, even the next two nights. He didn't know about their struggles in the first place, but he nonetheless felt terrible about what he did and deeply apologized. For the rest of the VDC training camp, he ignored any footsteps that came from the Prefect's bedroom and headed downstairs, even as they made the floorboard creak loudly.

Idia sometimes thought about how the Prefect looked when they thanked him for listening to their rambles of all the anime they watched back on Earth. The two of them were sitting in Ramshackle Dorm's lounge, waiting for the next level of the game to finish loading, when he glanced over. Serene and distant, like they had recounted a fond memory. He thought back to all the isekai manga, anime, and video games he consumed. Some protagonists seemed pretty eager to be in another world, others were immediately wishing to go back home, but those who expressed homesickness did it in a cool way, like staring at a moon while sitting next to a best friend (he did remember reading fanfiction where it was more emotional, though.) None had a protagonist talk about something as mundane as the shows they loved to watch, let alone a protagonist who would talk to someone awkward like him. Didn't Yuu have their squad for these sort of heart to heart things? But they insisted that he was the guy they wanted to talk to; according to them, he was the most similar to the friends they rambled to about anime and would very likely 'get' what they would be talking about. Idia was simultaneously flattered and frightened: flattered because his expertise in the media was recognized and frightened because he was in a position reserved for those with high relationship levels. In fact, he panicked when Yuu suddenly got teary-eyed. The saving grace was the next level finishing loading and the characters getting thrown into chaos. The next time he came to Ramshackle Dorm, he brought with him some anime he thought Yuu would appreciate.

"And that's the thing. I don't understand how people forget there's more to a person than whether they have magic. There were times I wished no one had magic so they'd just shut up and stop acting like they're better than me or anyone else. It's like having magic is an excuse to be an ass."

Yuu sometimes joined Malleus on his nighttime strolls. Most nights they would be sound asleep, which was why he treasured the times they were awake enough to walk with him. The two talked about anything that came to mind: gargoyles, schoolwork, differences between Earth and Twisted Wonderland. Then one night, Yuu casually mentioned that many of the students were rather. . . unwelcoming. "Some of them act like I don't exist, but it's better than getting my homework stolen and thrown to the wind." He was surprised, but not unfamiliar with bullying from Lilia's recollection of cruel humans and various history lessons. He asked why. They shrugged, answering, "Probably because I'm low on the hierarchy. I don't have basic knowledge on magic on top of being magicless." When he said it still didn't warrant such behavior, they smiled sadly and replied, "Well, that's how it goes when you got something another person doesn't, and that other person just so happens to not really fit in a certain place." Later, Malleus was distraught to hear from Lilia that some of the students who were unkind to Yuu were of Diasomnia. The dorm was founded on the elegance of the Thorn Witch, surely the students would act with decor. But Lilia told him not to worry, he had a word with those students on being more open. But Malleus still wondered if there was something he could do. It turns out the answer was simple (even though it took place after his Overblot): hang out with Yuu during the daytime. They were a fellow student, were they not? So why should they be treated any different?

"Sometimes, I wonder if anything would change if I Overblotted. Would anyone wonder then why it happened and be nicer? Or. . ." Yuu let out a bitter scoff. "Would nothing change and people just see me more as an alien freak?"

They scrubbed the tears in their eyes. "Maybe I'm just a dumb ass and my Phantom would just eat me. It's not like I have anything else to offer it. God, what am I doing?"

The weight of what they had spilled for the past couple of minutes started crashing down like a crumbling shelf. They didn't want to see what the others' reactions were and continued to wipe their eyes with their hands and sleeves, even if there wasn't much to wipe. Their mind cycled through anything they could say to escape such an embarrassing situation. So sorry, I didn't know where it came from. Let's go back to arguing why I can't come with you guys to save my cat. He has been nothing but a pain in the ass, I should know, but he's become nicer and been my primary protector. He keeps insisting he'd protect me because he's the boss and I'm his henchman, and it's so endearing sometimes. And he's comforted me when I become so sick and just need someone to hold me--

"How long has this been going on for?" It was a gentle question. Yuu lowered their hand and found Ace and Deuce standing before them, the worry on their faces making their heart clench.

"A long time."

"Why didn't you say anything? We could have done something, you know," Deuce said.

Yuu shook their head. "This school runs on sink or swim. 'Losers don't have the right to complain.' And did you guys forget that we're freshmen? What can you guys do against the whole school? I actually talked about this with the school counselor and all he could do was apologize and tell me he'll put in a note for the headmaster."

Yuu almost laughed at the faces Ace and Deuce made. "I'm pretty sure I'm his first case for something like this."

"Still, you shouldn't just take everything lying down," Deuce said.

"I don't want to anymore, but I'm so tired of fighting. At what point can I stop?"

Yuu was once again seen under a new light. The viewpoint was different for each boy: from magicless outlier to honorary dorm member, notorious problem solver to exhausted errand runner, doe-eyed student to determined but kind mastermind, just to name a few. Yuu had laid bare wounds previously covered up by uniform sleeves, things they couldn't talk about or didn't feel comfortable sharing because otherwise they'd go against the school norm and grab negative attention to themself. Their closest friends knew of these wounds; others caught glimpses of certain parts. With the revelation, they all shared a similar viewpoint: an ordinary person so far from home, dropped into a magical, chaotic world and more vulnerable than what anyone realized. More exhausted and heavily scarred than what anyone realized.

"When Leona told me to stay here, I thought all along you guys didn't think of me as someone who could stand beside you and that everything had just been you all tolerating me." Yuu's voice dropped to a whisper. "That had hurt me more than any of you could know."

". . . Anyone who thinks you're undeserving of your position knows absolutely nothing," Riddle said. "Not counting your grades, you've proven yourself enough to have a place in this school."

Yuu gave Riddle a wobbly smile and he found himself feeling a little bashful. "Thanks, Riddle."

The smile suddenly became strained and they looked away. "I'm sorry. I know I said I took things easy and forgave, but--" they grimaced--"I can't bring myself to let go of some things you and the others did."

A/N: This accidentally became a two parter

#twst angst #yuu/mc (twisted wonderland) #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #ace trappola #deuce spade #🧸🖊writing

[happilyhertale]

Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 3

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW Word count: 2.7 k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Other stories of mine

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You hear a loud crack. You open your eyes and groan a little as the sun shines in your face, just rising. Your head throbs a little. You hold your hand protectively over your eyes so that the sun does not blind you. A shadow stands in front of you and as you look closer, you recognise Uhtred. He stands in front of you and grins at you. He is eating an apple and chewing with relish. And then you realise why Uhtred is grinning. You look down at your body and see that Osferth has put his arm around you. He also groans softly as he slowly wakes up. Slowly Osferth pulls his arm away from you. The morning freshness, which immediately takes the place previously occupied by his body heat, makes you shiver slightly. You sit up and see that Finan is already awake. He is looking straight up at the sky. He looks almost relaxed. You have to grin. Slowly you take a small stick that is lying next to you and throw it at him.

He only looks over at you for a moment, annoyed, as you giggle.

You all get up and pack up your things. As you roll up your furs, however, you notice that something is hitting you in the back.

You turn around and see Finan looking conspicuously in the other direction.

"Finan... I know it was ya," you say seriously, but you have to chuckle.

Finan grins and goes to his horse.

When you have stowed your things, you ride off.

No one really talks much in the morning. You have a bit of a headache from the ale you drank the night before. Finan rides silently beside you, while the sun is shining in your face.

"Baby Monk was holding ya?", Finan asks you at some point.

You look at him a little irritated at first, "Pardon?" you ask.

Finan looks at you now, "Well... Osferth... he held ya this morning,"

You clear your throat quietly, "Well... Yea.. I guess he likes to put his arm around other people when he sleeps," you reply.

Finan nods slowly, "Sure... But why were ya lying so close to him?"

You snort lightly, "Are ya serious, Finan? It was cold and I was freezing. And I can't sleep near ya because I'll go deaf"

He gives a short laugh, "But ya do know I'm not afraid to kill a monk?"

You look at him angrily, "And I hope ya know I'm a grown woman?"

He looks at you unimpressed, "Still, I won't stop looking after ya"

You shake your head and try to kick him lightly, "I don't think ya need to protect me from a monk"

He laughs lightly and rides away from you a little.

Behind you, Osferth and Uhtred ride in silence. Osferth watches you, a little embarrassed. He doesn't want to look at you all the time, trying to concentrate on something else. He concentrates on the chirping of the birds. He pays attention to the shadows in the forest cast by the light of the sun. But his gaze always falls on you.

He is not quite sure how it could have happened yesterday. He was just trying to keep you warm, and suddenly you were kissing. He couldn't help it... Your lips were so soft, he couldn't stop.

But you didn't mention it this morning. And now he's unsure if you even remember it, or if you even wanted to kiss him. Did he perhaps push you into it?

But Uhtred snaps Osferth out of his thoughts "He, Osferth... Judging by the look on your face, you finally want to lose your virginity?" grins Uhtred.

Osferth looks startled, "Lord... I am not a virgin," Osferth mutters.

But Uhtred only laughs lightly.

"You didn't deny you wanted to sleep with her," Uhtred teases him further.

Osferth just shakes his head, but can't quite stifle a grin.

"I will not dignify that with a response," Osferth tries to say seriously.

You hear Uhtred laughing behind you. You look over your shoulder and see him and Osferth smiling. But you look ahead again and have to smile too.

Your thoughts devour you again. You don't know exactly what happened yesterday. After Osferth pulled you close to him to warm you, you had a very vivid dream. The dream was beautiful, it was so real. In the dream you were kissing each other. The kisses were incredibly beautiful and gentle. The memory of your dream makes you bite your lip lightly. Your cheek turns a light pink. And somehow you fear that when you look at Osferth you will blush just as much as you do now.

You clear your throat slightly again and you can still hear the boys laughing behind you.

You don't ride for long until you arrive at the next village. And Uhtred decides that you will ride no further so that Sihtric can follow you. You dismount from your horses and make sure they are fed. Finan goes into the inn and you follow him. It is noisy in the inn and even though it is only midday, many people are already drinking. Finan gets some ale and you sit down at a table. You drink your ale and watch the people around you. Uhtred has arranged rooms for you and soon joins you. Time passes quickly and you drink more and more. You laugh a lot and slowly you dare to look Osferth in the face again.

After a while Sihtric suddenly appears.

"Lord," he says simply.

Uhtred looks at him in surprise and you see he is already slightly drunk "Sihtric? Back so soon?"

Sihtric nods and sits down with you, "I didn't have to do much to get the information, Lord. I spent the night sitting around the fire with men and they talked about what they were up to," Sihtric says.

Uhtred looks at him promptly, "And?" he says finally.

"They want to meet with Ubba's people. They want to form a larger army to take Winchester," Sihtric finally says.

Your gaze falls on Uhtred. He seems unimpressed, but you see his mind working.

It is noisy around you. Some people are playing their instruments to fill the room with music and even more people are shouting in confusion. But the silence at your table is deafening.

"Well...", Uhtred finally says, "we have to stop that"

The boys talk about how they are going to stop it and you listen attentively. But they have already drunk too much to come up with a workable plan now. Your conversation drift off. Eventually, you keep drinking and laughing. At some point you are so drunk that you persuade the boys to arm wrestle with you. But you only manage to beat Finan once. With both arms you try to press his hand on the table. You are sure that he is not using all his strength, but you beat him. You shriek with joy and he grins at you.

You continue to drink and at some point you realise that all the ale wants to come out of you again. You have to pee. Without saying a word, you stand up. Your head is spinning, but you totter towards the exit of the inn.

The boys are so deep in their cups and conversations that they don't notice you leaving the inn. But Osferth still notices you staggering out of the inn. Slowly he gets up and goes after you. Outside the inn he catches up with you, "Lady? Are you all right? Where are you going?" he asks you. His words reveal that he is not entirely sober either.

You turn around, chuckle slightly and have to brace yourself against the wall, "Os...!" you say cheerfully, "I need to pee... Would ya like to come with me?" you giggle.

Osferth blushes slightly, "Of course not, lady!"

You start to pout a little, and Osferth notices it immediately.

"No, Lady... I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that..."

Again you giggle, "Wait here Os!"

He looks after you a little irritated, but amused, as you disappear for a moment.

When you come back to him, you suddenly stumble. Osferth catches you, "Oi... Lady... Perhaps I should put you to bed?"

You smile, "Yes... I would like that"

Osferth isn't sure if he got that right, but he puts his arm around your waist and wordlessly takes you to the room.

Due to his alcohol level, Osferth has difficulty accompanying you to the room. You sometimes totter and stumble and you often have to giggle. But when you reach your room, you just drop onto the bed, breathing a little heavily and still having to giggle slightly.

Osferth wants to put a blanket over you, but you don't let go of his arm, you want to pull him down to you. He hesitates a little, but lets you pull him down. This time you don't want it to remain a dream.

He lies in bed with you and you snuggle up to him. He holds you in his arms until he suddenly notices how you start to move your hips towards him. He closes his eyes, he just wants to lie in bed with you… He exhales heavily. Until he feels your lips leaving soft kisses on his neck. Slowly they caress his soft skin.

He swallows visibly.

But suddenly you fear that this is not what he wants and you are about to move away from him when you notice how his hands suddenly grip your hips.

He guides you and moves you further against him. You look up at him and just like yesterday in your dream, your noses touch. But this time you are sure it is not a dream. You hesitate for a moment and bite your lip. But then you let your lips slide onto his. They feel exactly as you imagined in your dream. So incredibly soft. You've never felt lips so soft. As his hand slides to your bottom and grips a little, you whimper into his mouth.

"Oh... Os... I didn't know..."

"...That I was capable of such a thing...?" he smirks against your lips. Suddenly you notice his hand on your thigh, sliding up gently.

You gasp briefly and reach for his arm.

"It's only a sin if I don't ask for forgiveness," he whispers as his fingers gently slide up your thigh.

You bite your lip and you see his eyes searching your gaze. How they try to ask for your permission without words.

But you do not answer. You push your hips towards his fingers and grasp the back of his neck. You pull him closer to you and let your lips slide onto his again. Osferth does not hesitate for long and lets his fingers slide over your folds.

Only your underwear separates his fingers from your wet arousal. You moan into his mouth. He lets his fingers glide gently over your underwear. But suddenly he pushes your underwear aside. His fingers are immediately soaked with your arousal. He groans at the feeling. You gasp as he slides his fingers along your folds again and again. As he circles your pearl and caresses it, you cry out and your hips move against his fingers.

"Os...", you moan. Your hand grips his bicep more firmly. He kisses you wildly. Without warning, he lets two of his fingers slide inside you. Your pussy immediately clenches around his fingers in response. You are a moaning mess. His fingers spoil you and you can't hold back. You feel his warm breath, which also quickens.

He lets his fingers slide into you faster. His palm brushes your pearl with each thrust. Obscene noises fill the room. He increases the speed again as his fingers disappear inside you. You feel his thumb making circular movements on your pearl.

Your thighs start to tremble, your arousal runs along your ass. You grab his neck again, pull him to you and kiss him deeply. Your walls clench frantically around his fingers.

"My lady... cum on my fingers..." he gasps. You can only whimper. With the next thrust he inserts another finger into you and thrusts his three fingers into you almost brutally. Your breathing is heavy and you moan into his ear. His thumb continues to put pressure on your pearl. You gasp and moan as a hard pressure builds in your lower belly.

"Os..." you can only moan and then it is over. You cry out and your walls spasm uncontrollably around his walls.

You squirt over his fingers and only hear him groan deeply at the sight. His fingers continue to slide in and out of you and are completely soaked. You breathe heavily and whimper softly. Only when your walls stop clenching around his fingers does he slowly pull his fingers out of you. You can't help but kiss him. A deep rumble forms in his chest. He is also breathing heavily as you look into his eyes. You gently caress his cheek.

"I should ask for forgiveness a little more in the morning," he whispers. You blush slightly and have to laugh.

He grins too and kisses you again. Your tongues glide gently around each other.

"Have I got ya into trouble with the holy lord now?" you murmur against his lips. You notice how he grins, "I'd take that trouble any day," he whispers.

You see his gentle face, he smiles at you and your eyes fall on the cross hanging around his neck.

You get curious, "But... how is it that ya can be intimate with women...", you can't finish the question, but Osferth understands what you want to ask.

"Prayers," he says softly.

"And that is exactly why I need to pray more and intensely. I pray for forgiveness and understanding. Pray that the holy lord will guide me back to the right path... Until I relapse again...", he smiles at you.

You giggle, "Os! I am shocked... "

He just smiles, "Well... I think it's the influence of your brother and the other boys..."

As Osferth mentions Finan, you realise that Osferth should be leaving your bed soon.

He gently caresses your cheek, "I should go to my bed..." he whispers.

"I know..." you just say softly. He kisses you softly, continues to caress your cheek gently.

When he wants to get up, you hold him tightly, "Stay a little longer...", you say softly.

He chuckles softly, "If Finan catches me in your bed, I will never be able to share your bed again," he says softly.

You sigh, but let him go.

Osferth reluctantly leaves your bed. He lies down in the bed next to yours. You look at each other and have to grin. Like silly lovers.

When suddenly the door to your room opens. The other boys come stumbling in.

"I'm sleeping in y/n's bed," Uhtred mumbles.

"I don't think y/n would want to sleep in a bed with someone who smells like wet dog," Sihtric replies.

You have to smile slightly, because all you hear is a muffled noise and the gasp of Sihtric.

"Nobody sleeps in y/n's bed!" you suddenly hear from Finan, who is the last to stumble into the room.

"Everyone goes to their bed!"

You can still hear them giggling and teasing each other until silence eventually falls. You turn onto your back and look up at the ceiling. You can still feel Osferth's touch on your body. You bite your lip lightly, wanting to go over to his bed. You look over at him, but his eyes are closed.

Outside on the street, people are shouting and singing. But at some point you are only distantly aware of the voices and fall asleep.

The next morning you are sitting in the inn. You are all a bit hungover and eating your breakfast. When Osferth suddenly gets up, "Excuse me a moment," he mumbles.

"Where are you going?" asks Uhtred as he chews.

"I have to go to the church... ask a little forgiveness," says Osferth almost shyly.

You were about to take a sip from your cup, and this time you are the one who chokes. The boys look at you and Osferth gives you a barely noticeable wink.

Your cheeks turn red, but you just look at your plate and try to continue eating in silence.

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[alyswritings]

Favoritism

Request: hii! would you be able to write a john b x twinsister!reader story where they both have different perspectives of their dad (like, john b and his dad idolized each other while the dad always left the reader "behind"), maybe moments when their dad disappeared and when he was back? i don't have a lot of ideas but maybe fighting between the reader and john b, or reader and big john and john b taking their dad's side. just something that ends in some kind of comfort lol thank you sm, i love your blog💗

John B Routledge x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N feels like the odd one out.

Warnings: none really

a/n: sorry it took a while for me to get to this! hope y'all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

When Big John went missing, Y/N was effected, of course. But she never took it as hard as her twin brother had. John B was dead set on his father coming back alive some day. Y/N on the other hand wasn't too shocked that they possibly lost their father to his ridiculous gold hunt. It's all he ever really cared about, spending all of his time in it.

Big John always included John B in everything, often leaving Y/N out. The two would spend hours in Big John's office, the man usually brushing Y/N aside whenever she asked to join. It was obvious from a young age that the man favored his son.

Y/N picked up most of the slack when Big John went missing -- making sure the house stayed clean, that John B didn't go off the rails, etc.

"Don't you care that dad's gone? I mean, do you even give a shit?!" John B questions, following his sister into the chateau.

"Why should I? It's not like he would care if I ever went missing." Y/N remarks.

"So you just don't fucking care? What the hell, Y/N?" John B asks.

"John B, why would I be deeply hurt by a man who barely gives me five minutes? Yeah, I was initially concerned, but it's been months! He is gone!"

"No, he isn't!"

"Nobody survives that long, you idiot! Just accept it! Dad is dead!"

Y/N storms into her room and slams the door shut.

- - -

The pogues dropped Sarah and Y/N off at the chateau, the two finding John B asleep on the couch on the porch. While Sarah and John B reunited, John B claiming that he found his dad in Barbados, the three teens are now in the yard.

"Dude, did you get some drugs or something? Are you high right now?" Y/N asks as John B insists that Big John is here.

"Y/N, I'm serious. I found dad." John B insists.

"Okay." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"I wouldn't believe him either." The three look over at the man as he walks over. Y/N freezes, her eyes widening. Sarah lets out a noise of shock while John B immediately questions where his father was.

While Sarah greets her father-in-law, John B continues to question his dad where he was, not receiving an answer.

"Hey, there, sweetheart." Big John greets his dad. "What? No hug for your old man?"

"How in the hell are you alive?" Y/N questions.

"Well, that's a long story." Big John chuckles, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, kid."

- - -

"No. I'm not going with you guys." Y/N denies.

"Why not?" John B asks.

"Because dad gets all obsessive and he gets super annoying and I'm not dealing with it." Y/N says.

"Y/N--"

"Come on, boy." Big John calls to his son. "She don't wanna go, it's her loss, not ours. Probably just slow us down anyway." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Just go." She tells her brother, going into her room.

- - -

"I'm sorry. You-- you found this and you didn't tell the others?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah." John B mutters.

"Why the hell not?" Y/N questions.

"Dad said it's gotta stay between us." John B says.

"And you're gonna listen to him? John B, what the fuck?"

"Y/N--"

"No! No, they are a huge part in this treasure hunt, and you're not gonna tell them shit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Hell, you won't even tell Sarah?"

"Dad says it's best to keep it small for right now."

"Oh, my God." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Y/N, we aren't telling anybody about this damn thing! We can't trust anyone!" Big John exclaims.

"I think we can trust our friends who have been there for us through everything!" Y/N yells back.

"No! Now, it's between the three of us! And if you're not happy with that, then get out!" Big John shouts.

Y/N rolls her eyes and turns to her brother.

"John B?" She asks.

John B glances between the two before eventually stepping closer to his dad. Y/N scoffs, ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes that she does her best to hold back.

"Whatever." She mutters, rolling her eyes, and storming out.

- - -

John B and Y/N sit on the dock of the chateau. They got back from finding the city of gold yesterday but haven't talked much since their father died.

"Hey." Y/N mumbles, crossing her legs, slouching.

"Hey." John B whispers.

"You okay?" Y/N asks after a few minutes.

"No." John B answers.

"Yeah." Y/N mumbles.

"I assume you're okay." John B mutters.

"Mm... no. No, not really." Y/N denies.

"I thought you hated him." John B says.

"No. Dislike, sure, but... I loved him. I just... wanted him to love me back." Y/N says. "He never really cared about me that much. Least it didn't seem like it. Always fighting, always getting brushed aside, you getting picked over me. His favoritism was definitely obvious. But him dying... watching him die... it still hurts."

"Yeah." John B mumbles, the two sitting in silence for a little bit.

"Least we're not left wondering this time." Y/N says.

"Mm-hmm." John B nods. "I'm sorry." He tells her. "For taking his side all the time. You were right a lot of the time, but I just... I took his side, anyway. Not that I love him more than you or anything, I just... it was just instinct or something. I didn't want him to get pissed at me or anything either."

"Well, you two are more alike than you think. At least when it comes to the gold sometimes. Granted, if somebody had a gun pointed at your kid, I'm sure you would give up whatever information you had a lot sooner than he did." Y/N says.

"You know I love you, right?" John B asks.

"I know." Y/N gives him a small smile. "I love you, too."

John B wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and he kisses her on the head.

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"understanding" please!

Match knows who Lex Luthor is, obviously. 

He doesn't know why he's here, though. 

"If you don't give me your little side project right now, I'm going to burn you to the ground," Lex Luthor informs the directors pleasantly. Director Beta looks sour. They were married to each other at some point, Match is vaguely aware somewhere in his information uploads. Or might still be? Legally, anyway. 

He really doesn't know. 

Lex Luthor walked into this Agenda lab with just his chauffeur and a single apparent bodyguard who are both wearing miniskirts and high heels and minimally armed at best, but seems absolutely unconcerned about all the guns currently trained on him or the directors' dark expressions. Match expects to be told to kill him shortly, but no one's given any orders yet. 

"And why would we do that?" Director Beta asks dubiously. 

"Really, Erica," Lex Luthor says dryly. "Do you think I'm stupid, or are you just producing any random clone now without so much as glancing at their DNA?" 

"What?" Director Gamma frowns. "What does the project's DNA have to do with anything?" 

"Ironic question to get in a cloning lab," Lex Luthor observes still more dryly. "It's mine. I designed it. You're currently in possession of my intellectual property. So either hand it and all its files over, or I will, again, be burning you to the ground." 

Match has the odd thought that he isn't convinced Lex Luthor won't be burning the Agenda to the ground no matter what they give him. 

Though–he couldn't. Could he? Not even Lex Luthor. 

"Will you now," Director Beta says frostily, and Lex Luthor looks vaguely annoyed and fully exasperated. 

"Hope. Mercy," he says, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket and the knot of his tie. "Keep Project Match from getting himself killed, won't you?" 

"Yes, sir," the chauffeur replies with a smirk as the bodyguard dips her head in a silent nod. They don't seem remotely concerned that Lex Luthor just told them to go take on a half-alien metahuman clone. 

No one tells Match to do anything, so he waits. 

"This really didn't have to be difficult," Lex Luthor says with a put-upon sigh, and four point five seconds later the room is full of robot drones with glowing energy gun barrels and Match is pinned to the floor with the chauffeur and the bodyguard on top of him. They're strong. Stronger than him, he's pretty sure. And definitely better-trained than him too. He can't move his arms or legs or get any leverage, though obviously he could still use his TTK. 

But no one tells him to, so he just keeps waiting. 

"Spence!" Director Alpha shouts, and Director Beta snaps, "Lex–!", and then the shooting starts.

A lot of screaming and chaos happens, but Match still doesn't get given any orders. 

"This brat's concerningly agreeable, actually," the chauffeur muses. 

"Given his genetic profile? Yes," the bodyguard agrees dryly. 

Match could kill them, technically. He's much better with his TTK than his useless "genetic profile" is, and they're both stupid enough to be touching him right now. It wouldn't matter how strong they are if he triggered a stroke or heart attack, after all, and he knows exactly how to. 

But no one tells him to do anything, still, so he doesn't. 

The drones whir and buzz and keep firing. Spence screams. So does Director Gamma, and then a few different guards too. The whole room is all chaos and noise and irritatingly loud. Match wishes everyone would keep it down a little better. 

He doesn't like loud noises. 

He waits with his face pinned to the floor. He can feel most of what's happening in the room with his TTK anyway and hear the rest, so it's not like he actually needs to watch. 

A lot of things happen before the last body hits the floor, but still, no one tells him to do anything. 

And then everything is quiet again, finally, and Match doesn't have to deal with any more loud noises. 

"Anti-climatic, but effective enough," Lex Luthor observes like there wasn't just a screaming firefight in the room. Match feels him adjusting his cuffs again, though he's pretty sure they don't need it. Lex Luthor didn't actually do anything but stand there the whole time his drones were tearing through the guards and the directors were fleeing. Director Gamma didn't make it out; he's dead in his seat. So is Spence, on the floor. 

Match doesn't care about people dying or not, but Spence being dead is . . .

He didn't like Spence. 

Not that he likes anyone, but he didn't like Spence even more than that. 

Lex Luthor turns towards his chauffeur and bodyguard and, incidentally, Match. He tilts his head. 

"You know, I really assumed he'd be more trouble, all things considered," he says as he tucks his hands into his pockets, sounding mildly annoyed about it. Match doesn't understand why he would be. Whatever side project the man's here for, it's all his now. No one's left to stop him. 

Except Match, obviously. 

But no one told him to, so he doesn't. 

He does wonder why Lex Luthor picked him to leave alive for whatever presumable questioning he has in mind, though. A guard would've been less risky, and also easier to threaten. 

They'd care about being tortured or dying, for one thing. 

"Let him up," Lex Luthor says, and the chauffeur and bodyguard get off Match and let him go. He considers just staying on the floor, but the order is implicit, at least. 

And also he doesn't feel like dying on the floor, if he's going to die. He assumes Lex Luthor has questions, and then some sort of kryptonite. It's Lex Luthor, so of course he does.

Match should care about that, probably.

#dc match #lex luthor #hope taya #mercy graves #wherethevoidends #long post #rinfic #wip: match is technically also a luthor

[broooooo]

(writing this first story of mine, for me specifically, to experience my own fantasy)

My name's aaron

Im in my 3rd year of highschool, I'm 19 years old, long hair, ace, nothing going for myself, not exactly bullied, not exactly popular, just Invisible most of the time, sitting alone and watching the masses, Im not a fan of school either, math can suck ass, and everything else is annoying, for years I look upon the popular seniors, all so hot, all so popular, when ever I was noticed, they would talk to me , they are so kind, the jocks in the group are nice to, although they are very horny, since I'm older, I never played sports, I was a protected child, but I always fantasize about playing football, to be a jock, iv loved the look of muscles, cleats, beer, iv jacked off to many pictures, to fuel my insecurities, maybe one day I could fit in, oh how I wish to be one of them

I said this under my breath, just so I could hear it, to calm me , I sigh and go back to listening to music to wait for my next clas

Without me knowing it, one of the jocks (Jason) ended up vaguely hearing me from close by, mostly the part about I wish I could be a jock, muscles , beer...,

He has a blank but grinning smirk, he gathers his other jock bros and rushes to coach, coach is an eccentric man, large muscles and gym lesson workouts that leave the students in pain for days.

Jason tells coach about what he heard , coach has a evil grin with his hand rubbing together,

"jason- bring him... to me"

"yes coach"

While I wait for my next class, listening to music, I see Jason and his buddies come up to me, I'm kinda shocked and happy someone acknowledged me, wonder what they want

I look up at Jason making eye contact.

"What up Aaron, my bro, coach would like to see you*

I'm visibly confused

"me? Why?"

"nothing bad, your gonna like this"

" eh, ok, what's the worst that can happen"

"ALL RIGHT LETS GOO" jason and his buddies are cheering,

In my head I think, why are they so happy xd, I wonder what could be happening, I hope Its nothing about how I skipped gym class last week,

I enter coaches office-

I say - " yes coach, you wanted to see me?"

-" yes I did, come sit over hear"

I sit across from him, taking note of the musk in the room, an intoxicating smell to say the least.

We make eye contact

"soo Aaron, I hear you want to be a jock"

Shock runs through me,

"wait what?, But how?"

"my boy Jason told me, a friend of yours I asume?"

"well I wouldn't say "friend" but we have talked in the past"

My heart's racing , breathing faster, the smell in the air ain't helping either, but I am getting hard under my trousers.

In coaches mind" don't worry my boy, Jason and the others will soon be your best BRO'S"

"now what do you say Aaron?, Want to join us?, To become a jock, I can teach you everything like your my son"

I'm a little scared, but also excited, like what the fuck is going on rn?

"umm .. y yeah , sure, I wouldn't mind coach..."

Coach smiles,

"well answered, hear, for starters, drink this son"

Son?, He hands me a can of beer,

"go on, drink, it's a staple jock drink"

Shaking, I click open the can and start of sip , gulp , and then slowly down the drink,

"how do u feal Aaron, anything different?"

"well idk, besides me being hard as a rock and sweating hard, maybe a little tipsy, I don't drink all that often_ I start to drool a little

In coaches mind he says ( well it's sure working fast I'd say, he wants this, so there's no resistance, soon he will be drinking all the time), coach smirks

"Well come with me son, leave your things, you won't be needing them, and don't worry about your next classes, iv got you covered"

I leave my jacket, and bag behind, as I get up, I feel dizzy, but a happy dizzy, Jason takes hold of me

" you good lil bro?, Don't worry, things will bet better"

lil bro ? I think, hah,sounds cool

"yeah thanks Jason, I owe you... Big bro"

Jason smiles ,

He's my big bro hehe, drool keeps coming from my lips, my head is dizzy

I'm moved into the locker room, coach orders Jason to put me down on one of the benches facing a TV, usually used to watch the game

"Jason, help Aaron undress"

"yes coach"

I become undressed, my top, my trousers, my boxers are soaked in pre ,and my hard cock is a sight to see,

Drool keeps coming

"Alright Jason, sit next to him, while I set this up"

Jason and his bros sit next to me ..

A video starts to play, Jason holding me up, as I stare at the screan.

Jason Whispers into my ear" don't worry lil bro, master coach and I hear for you" with a big dumb smile,

I continue to drool in a dazed state, my cock rock hard and leaking a fountain of pre

I stare at the video

Coach comes out of the back with a football kit, cleats, jock strap, pads, and a helmet,

"now stare Aaron, stare, become who you wish to be me, who's your meant to be,

A dumb jock"

I , Jason and the bros start to laugh, as we all stare at the screen, we are all hard, but I'm the most affected, seems they have been through this already,

"what do u wish you Aaron?"

Slobly I say

"dumb... Jock.... To becum...beer..... Bros.... Muscles ...... Football..... Wish.... I am dum , I obsy, I .... I must obey, .... I jock bro.... Bro.... Cum."

Coach grins- "good boy, now who do you obey?"

"i..,..I obay....yoouoou.... ... Master coach"

"and what are you?"

"a... Dumbbro... Jock..."

"good boy my son, we are almost done here, stand up boy, don't look away from the screen

I sand up, my bro Jason holding me steady

Coach then dresses me up in the kit, all soaked in something that soon my skin soaks up

It's all too big for me, but then,

My muscles are , my body, they are growing, my stomach hardens into 6 pack abs, my triceps and bi ceps , my arms are inflating and hardening with pure muscle, my hands beef up with hardened fingers from years in the gym and the field, my neck thickens and chest widens with huge hard nipples, my legs thicken and elongate , tree trunk muscle legs form, my feet expand, grow , while my hardened dick, grows longer, harder, leaking even more, a 12 inch monster , my body start to stink,

The kit starts to fit against me, tight, the cleats feel snug and the gloves give energy, my body fully soaked the liquid from before , coach stands back holding the helmet

"good boy Aaron, now recite the screens words, submit to me, to your new life

My thoughts are changing, my memory fading, changing, I recite the screens words..

"I am a jock,

I am a jock, I am a jock

I am a bro, a jock, a dumb

A dumb jock bro, football

I must obey coach, I am a jock, football jock , I m obedient, I am dumb , I am a bro , I am A dumb

Football jock...."

"who do you obey"

"I obey you coach"

With that, coach places the helmet on my head

My mind stops, I go blank, my memories reshape,

I am a dumb jock, I am a bro, quarterback of the team, Jason and the other bros have been my bros for years, we love sucking each others dicks, no homo bro, only us men know how to to work a dick, better than any chick,, Jason is my big bro, we workout, we get drunk together,, we obey

We obey master coach

Coach then pays attention to my hard leaking jock, were all my old memories are in the lemon sizes ball churning with new jock cum

"sit down boy" I sit down to coaches orders, Jason and others relax against me, we are all about to burst

Coach starts to jack me off, I start to grunt in a deep voice.

"good... Good boy Aaron , good jock boy , relax, let it sink in, you are dumb jock my son, your dreams have been fulfilled, who do you thank?"

" I thank you coach"

" good boy... Now CUM"

We all moan and grunt as cum, CUM , rods of cum shoot out all over us, puddles of cum stain our Kits, the walls, the bench, some got on to coach , he licks it off of him.

Coach lets go of my cum covered dick, and pushes it back into the cup jock strap, then tightens the tight football leggings to complete it

My huge muscled body sits,against the wall,

"stand up Aaron my son"

My head starts to clear, thinking only of beer, cock, coach football, the bros, football.... . muscles. Working out... Beer..

Me , Jason and my bros stand up

"yes coach? My dick still hard , ready for more , very horny

" we are gonna do some training for the game, Jason and the others , go, your bro Aaron needs his picture taken for the year book.

"Yes coach!, Hehe, welcome to the team lil bro, we'll be waiting outside , Jason bro bumps my back,

_" see you there big bro"

"stand over hear Aaron my son"

"yes coach"

Click, the pictures are taken

As the flashing light fades, my dick explodes once again, cum pooling in the jock cup,

I am a dum football jock.

" run off to practice boy, ill meet the team there,

"YES COACH"

I run to the field, my loud steps echoing

Coach takes one last pic of me on the field, to commemorate this special day,

"soon he will be bringing others to me.

So happy to make Aaron's dreams come true"

Coach runs to the field, proud , ready to get us to the championship games

" ALRIGHT BOYS, 6 laps, GO, there's beers waiting for ya"

____________________________

The end, ahhhh , the dream... Atleast I made it come true in writing xd

If anyone sees this, what do you think?

I sure enjoyed my first story

[kasagia]

Bring me a dream pt. 3

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/general Kirigan x fem! sun summoner! reader

Summary: Aleksander (unwillingly) takes you to the border with Fjerdans. Along the way, you spend more and more time together, but can the two of you forget your differences and be as close as you were in the past again?

Wairning(s): blood, fight, reader and Aleksander circle around each other like a dog around a hedgehog, violence, and so on, TEXT NOT CHECKED, I hope it's good

Word count: 6-8k idk 😅

Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell @louderfortheback @ludarklina-fan-spot @sayumiht @budugu @howibecameabadassbitch @flostvs1508 @intothesoul

~•♤♤♤•~ Part 1 ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 2 ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

And all I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life...

Taylor Swift - Electric Touch

"Absolutely not." he says firmly as he flips over the stacks of papers on his war table.

"Absolutely yes!" you reply, placing your hand on the pile of papers he was flipping through. His attention is immediately turned to you and you smirk.

"Y/N you are not going with me." he talks to you like to a little kid. You absolutely do not like the commanding tone of his voice. You won't let him tell you what to do.

"I won't be with you, I will be behind you." you reply, teasing him. You bravely endure his stern gaze, not letting him intimidate you with those dark eyes.

"Y/N." he sighs irritably and rubs his eyes with his hand. "You're not going there."

"You won't change my mind." you say sweetly, and turn on your heel to leave the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aleksander roll his eyes. His sigh only widens the smug smirk on your face.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"That's not mine surname." you say over your shoulder as you approach the door.

Aleksander circles the war table with astonishing speed and blocks your way to the door. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I've been having your name on my wrist for 500 years." he says, and the frown on his forehead only deepens as you continue to tease him. "I was looking at it. Night and day. For hundreds of years. I know your name, even if I didn't know that belong to you. It is the only thing that hasn't slipped my mind over the centuries." you shiver, analyzing his words for a moment. And your stupid and naive heart clings to that little note of tenderness hidden behind contempt and irritation.

You know that if you were just a regular Grisha, one of his soldiers, he would have scared you with his shadows or sent you to the fold a long time ago. Unfortunately for him, you were his soulmate and sun summoner. You were the safest and most privileged person in the whole, damn Ravka.

"Maybe I'm not your soulmate?" you ask, crossing your arms. You can tell from the look on his face that he's on the verge of a mental breakdown… or maybe he's just so annoyed and tired that he can no longer respond to your taunts.

"Y/N." he says sternly, giving you an appalling look.

"Aleksander." you reply, not flinching under his dark eyes as you shoot him a defiant look.

"I'm not joking."

"Me either."

You stand there in front of each other, both staring at the other, waiting to see which one of you will give in. Both too stubborn to back down and let the other win. If anyone walked into the war room right now, they would burst out laughing at their general fighting for stares with the sun summoner.

Finally, he sighs and shifts his gaze to the war table and all the maps, plans, reports, and wooden soldiers he has there. Like he can't look you in the eye as he voluntarily gives up his original plans.

"For you." the part of you, that still sees him as your nameless boy from ages ago, whispers.

"You will be next to me all the time." he speaks firmly, and you know better not to question his request this time (never in your life will you admit to voluntarily obeying his orders.)

"Good."

"You will not leave my sight." he adds, trying to either discourage you from leaving or somehow make sure you'll always be around him.

"Good."

"You will sleep in my tent." you give him a offended look. He just rolls his eyes at that and sigh irritated as he shift his gaze to you again. "Don't look at me like that. You will have your own bed."

"Fine." you sigh, realizing that you won't be able to get out of his sight… at least at the beginning of your journey to the Fjerdan border. "Do you have any other absurd demands you want me to fulfill?" you ask, crossing your arms, annoyed with the conditions he has set for you.

"They are not absurd. Thanks to them I will know that you are safe."

"So I can be only safe by your side?" you ask, resentful, ready to argue with him even though it's late and you've spent most of the night working on plans and reports anyway.

"No. You can't do anything stupid by my side." you snort seeing his mischievous, amused smirk.

"Very funny." you roll your eyes and bite your lip to keep from smiling when you see his smirk. He has other plans, however, and comes over to you, taking your chin gently in his hand and forcing you to look at him.

"I'm not kidding, Y/N. I can't afford to lose you from my sight… you're too important to… to all of us."

You watch him carefully as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. And you can't help but feel the familiar feeling of where his skin meets yours—the light inside you buzzing, wanting to come out. However, you now have too much control to let your power out again.

But that's not the feeling that bothers you the most.

His dark brown eyes are much more engaging than the heat that spreads up your cheek with the movement of his thumb. And if you were younger, more naive, and less experienced by so many disappointments, you'd lean forward and taste his soft, enticing lips as you were centuries ago.

But you're no longer the girl he used to know. So you pull away from him and clear your throat without looking him in the eye. You know you'd be lost if you gave in to his piercing, mesmerizing gaze any longer.

"So... I guess I shall go now. I need to get some sleep before the trip. You, too, so don't play with your wooden soldiers anymore, Aleks."

"For the last time I'm telling you, it's one of the creative ways to simulate a tactical operation."

"Of course, general. You're not playing like a little kid at the war table with wooden soldiers. How could I ever assume something like that?" he rolls his eyes at what are you laughing at. "Good night, Aleksander." you say with a gentle smile, pleased that you have achieved what you wanted.

"Good night, Y/N." he replies. His eyes are fixed on yours and his gaze is absent, as if he is still brooding in this moment of closeness between you two. Like he regretted not kissing you.

Or at least you want to think that.

You finally snap out of the trance his dark brown irises put you in and nod to him before turning around and walking out.

Closing the door behind you, you hear the upcoming steps of his heavy shoes. You know well that he stands on the other side. With unknown reasons, he does not open the door. He just stands there. And you do not know what directs him that he decided to approach the door.

Your heart is pounding like crazy when you're on the other side of a closed door, and the urge to go back there and sink greedily into his mouth is almost unstoppable... almost.

You shake your head and go to your chamber, leaving him alone at the door.

Alekdander stared at the door. His hand on the doorknob. He bit his lower lip, wondering what would happen if he opened them and took you in his arms just like he has done centuries ago...

Your receding footsteps snapped him out of his little fantasy. He couldn't think about it now. Whatever it was between you, it was in the past. Now you probably wouldn't appreciate his... soft side he had for you.

But he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he kissed you. If only he would do what he has longed for for ages and enclose you in his embrace and listen to your steady, comforting heartbeat which pushed away all his shadows and which was proof that he wasn't as terrifyingly and utterly alone as he had told himself all along.

He sighed long and hard. The cold around him and the shadows that once again took over the war room reminded him that your warmth and light had long ago ceased to be his reach. All he could do was watch from a distance. Like a sinner waiting for deliverance (which he will never get) from his little saint.

With the loss of your grandmother's necklace, your dreams turned into flashbacks of Aleksander's life, interspersed with occasional memories of your past encounters.

This night was no different from any other.

You ran through the forest knowing all too well what was about to happen.

It was one of those nights when the Drüskelle attacked the village of Grishas you were live in with your grandmother.

This time they had the courtesy not to burn down the "demon hatchery" but to stalk you like some fucking forest animals. You ran ahead, only glancing back from time to time.

You only had to run a few metres before you reached the safe place where your grandmother was supposed to be waiting for you. You thought back to your nameless companion. You wondered if your dark-eyed boy had found a shelter.

Halfway through, you began to notice riders approaching you. You had no choice. You had to fight them if you wanted to survive and reach the hideout without the bloodthirsty Grisha killers following you.

You looked around, making sure no one else was around you, and used your light to kill them.

Those you couldn't kill, at least you blinded them enough to fall off their horses. It gave you enough time to run away from them and, for a moment, to lose them in the thicket of the forest.

You didn't enjoy the peace for long.

The Drüskelle surrounded you rather quickly, attracted by your rare skills. Before you had time to look back, one of them threw a metal net at you.

You hissed in pain as you felt the protruding metal spikes digging into your skin. Just as you were about to summon all your light to blind them all, the clearing was plunged into total darkness.

You breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the ground and listening to the screams of suffering of your tormentors, who were slowly beginning to be swallowed up by the shadows. You didn't open your eyes as everything went quiet. You were too tired to move a finger and blood was still oozing from your wounds.

The weight of the metal mesh was lifted off you, and strong, familiar arms lifted you off the ground, placing you on someone's lap. You sighed at his scent and relaxed completely in his arms.

Your moment of calm lasted until you felt an extra pair of hands on you. You tensed in his arms and opened your eyes, panicked and ready to attack the young woman kneeling in front of you.

"Shh…it's okay, sunshine. You're safe." he whispered in your ear, still holding you close to his chest. "Luda is a healer. She will help you."

The woman nodded and smiled. "So you're his famous sunshine... I've heard a lot about you from him. He's been pining for you for months now. Even his mother is sick of him mentioning you all the time and missing you like some puppy in love." she teases as she puts her hands to your wounds. Only now do you notice that you have an arrow in your leg.

"Luda!" he hisses, scolding her. "This is not the time and place. We need to get out of here as fast as possible." The woman sticks her tongue out at him, but she speeds up her work anyway.

For a brief moment, you feel jealous of the bond they have with each other. But you choose to ignore it. It'll be better if he finds someone else. After all, you'll live forever, and he... will just be a wonderful memory. However, you can't help but turn gently in his arms and give him a mischievous glare as you ask, "Did you miss me?"

He freezes for a moment and stares at you intently, lingering on your lips for a moment too long for Luda and you not to notice. But only you hear his soft whisper and the warmth of his breath as he comes back to himself and confesses quietly, looking only at you, "Day and night."

You look at each other and you know that if you had a little more time, even the presence of his friend wouldn't stop him from leaning in and kissing your lips, which he's been longing for since you left him with that mischievous smirk and that lame nickname instead of your real name.

But the pounding of hooves pulls you out of that moment. Luda jumps up first after healing you and waits for the two of you to move on. He helps you get up. You thank the healer for healing you and are about to leave them to run alone when a strong hand on your wrist stops you.

Dark eyes stare at you menacingly, leaving you no room to argue. "You're not going anywhere. I need to keep an eye on you until it's safe." And with that, you are drawn along with him and Luda. The three of you keep running, traversing the forest as fast as you can.

He protects the three of you by creating shadows that hide you in the thicket of trees. Suddenly it starts raining. The three of you sigh with relief, knowing full well that the rain will destroy your tracks and you will lose them much faster. You only stop in some cave, all exhausted from running, when you stay quiet.

He pulls you close, wrapping his arms protectively around you. And despite you don't want to admit it, you know there's nowhere as safe as here in his arms.

You feel his heart racing in his chest and pounding like crazy. You lean against him more, causing him to rest his cheek against your head. His nose brushes your cheek lightly, making you shiver and blush slightly.

The bastard smiles for a moment, still listening to see if anyone is approaching you. Luda gives you two a meaningful look. You ignore her and spin in the arms of the shadow summoner.

"I... I think I will go now."

"Absolutely not." he protests and reaches out to grab your wrist to make sure you don't stray too far from him. You roll your eyes at him and sigh in annoyance.

"My grandmother is waiting for me. I was meant to join her ages ago. She must be worried."

"Then he will escort you there." Luda speaks up, gaining both of our attention. "Don't look at me like that; you'll panic until you see her again, and the saints know when that will be. Please, for my sanity and everyone around him, let him."

We both blushed, looking awkwardly at each other. Neither is ready to look the other in the eye or initiate a cave exit. Luda sighs and pushes us out of our hiding place.

You start walking, and he faithfully follows you, keeping a close eye on the terrain. The silence between you is heavy. You both know very well that you may not meet again, being on the run all the time and escaping the attention of dangerous, hostile people. At some point, you reach a crossroads where you decide to say goodbye to him. Your grandmother's safe place is in sight.

"So… I guess that's it." you say when you stand in front of each other.

"Yes... I guess it is." he says, looking at you absently, thoughtfully. His tone of voice is… sad, regretful that you two just got back together and you're already walking away from him.

"I.. um... I'm not good at goodbyes." you speak awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. He smiles tenderly, seeing you so lost for the first time.

"Neither am I." he admits, but his posture and gaze convey more composure and confidence than you currently have.

However, you both know what you really want right now.

You stare at each other for a moment longer before moving towards each other and connecting your lips in a long-awaited kiss. You pull him closer by the lapels of his coat, and he entangles his hands in your hair, preventing you from moving away from him. You don't want to. You cling to him, afraid that he will disappear in a moment, catching the last moments you can spend with him before returning to the brutal reality where you can't be together.

You pull away from each other only because you're both out of air. But you don't pull away from each other. If anything, he pulls you even closer and rests his chin against your shoulder, inhaling your scent and trying to obscure every detail of you.

"Take care of yourself." he says while still hugging you. The warmth of his breath caresses your cool cheek, making you shiver.

"I will." you promise as he pulls back just a tiny bit so he can look at you.

"And don't walk through the forest alone."

"How else am I supposed to give you a chance to be my hero?"

You both giggle, staring at each other. The smile on your face slowly fades as he moves closer to you. He places his hand on your cheek and leans in towards you. You hold your breath, captivated by his next move. You close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you, but instead he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Aleksander."

You freeze. You stare at him as he reluctantly pulls away from you, dropping a strand of your hair that he has taken between his fingers. And this time it's you staring at his receding silhouette while your heart is pounding like crazy.

Aleksander… your nameless hero soon turned into your villain and the cause of suffering not only for you, but for all the inhabitants of Ravka.

"Rise and shine, Darkling!" you greet him and enter his chambers, after making sure you close the door behind you and only he can hear you.

"I've cut people in half for saying that nickname." he is dawdling and leaving his bedroom. He frowns as he sees that you've changed the colour of your kefta and are now proudly wearing a dark blue, symbolising your allegiance as an Etherealki but at the same time emphasising your uniqueness as a sun summoner.

"But not me. I'm a sun summoner, and we're in your chambers. You won't risk cutting any of your belongings, and you accidentally need me badly for your machiavelous plans, so I feel very safe."

"I can always punish you for your disobedience, sunshine. I am your general, after all." you snort, pretending that using that nickname didn't do anything to you.

"I don't exactly remember the moment I agreed to join your army." you cross your arms and lean against one of his armchairs, glaring at him defiantly.

"That was when you moved into the apartment next to me, didn't you notice?" he asks with a mischievous grin, walking over to you.

"The bed was too comfortable." you say, shrugging your shoulders.

You take his black kefta that was left on the armchair and throw it at him. You snort, amused, and then laugh as he, completely unprepared for your move, lets the kefta slap him in the face.

He frowns and puts on his kefta, studying your smiling face. You don't expect it at all when he suddenly reaches for a pillow and throws it at you.

You gasped in surprise, but then smiled widely, laughing. Amusement sparkled in your eyes as you tossed a pillow at him and grabbed another.

Aleksander dodged your attack and approached you, trying to yank the pillow out of your hands. You fought for a while, you laughing amused, he smiling, hearing your laughter, which for centuries only haunted him in dreams.

He couldn't deny even to himself that hearing that sweet sound again, seeing the dimples formed from your wide smile made him forget everything else.

He finally managed to snatch the pillow from your hands and tossed it behind him. You were pinned to the wall by him. You both stared at each other, breathing fast after the little fight you two had just had.

For a while, you were just Aleksander and Y/N again. Two people who had nothing on their mind except the nagging question of whether the other craves and longs as much what you once had between you.

To feel the familiar scent, the soft, electrifying touch, the softness of lips, the quickened heartbeat uniting in the same sure rhythm as you both lose yourself completely in each other, limiting your world only to the only one you ever wanted.

And you know that if he leaned in and connected your lips right now, you'd give up. You would forget everything, everything but him would be meaningless to you.

That is why you silently thank the saints when, at the moment when he begins to lean in to kiss you after centuries of longing for the comfort only your lips could give him, someone knocks at the door.

You pull away just in time as heartrender enters Aleksander's chambers after a short knock. The man stops, obviously shocked to see you in the general's chambers.

"What is it, Ivan?" Aleksander asks.

His voice is cool, subdued, you know it all too well. You've never heard him speak like that before. Like an imperious general who would not tolerate opposition or interference in his plans. And this Ivan's sudden intrusion obviously didn't suit him.

"It's... time to go, general. Our people are waiting."

"Good. I shall be right there in a minute."

"Of course, sir."

Ivan go out of the room, leaving you two alone again. Aleksander clears his throat.

"Ready to go?" he asks, turning to face you, the tone of his voice is... different. Warmer, more familiar, the gentle way he always turns to you, even when he's mad as hell.

"Yes. I have my favorite weapons and Fedyor made sure I packed a spare kefta. By the way, I don't need a nanny, Aleksander. Stop sending your heartrenders to watch over me."

"Would you prefer me to be in their place, then?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. You don't miss the sparkle of amusement in his eyes as he opens the door, letting you out first.

"Maybe... with your many general's duties, you wouldn't have time to keep an eye on me." you speak cunningly. Aleksander smiles genuinly.

He hadn't expected this morning to be so... peaceful and carefree. Things weren't always like this with you, and he feared he wouldn't count on it to happen especially now. But he was wrong... and strangely he could get used to it. As long as you were the only one to ruin his plans and expectations.

"That's why you would participate in them with me." he says teasingly which makes you roll your eyes.

"You know how to entertain a girl, General." you snort, slapping his arm with yours as you shove him lightly, speeding towards the exit of the Little Palace.

Aleksander frowns as he sees the black steel, shining in the sunlight, sticking out of your boot.

He speeds up, catching up with you again. Your kefta flapping behind you two as you walk at a brisk pace, ignoring Grishas' gazes at you.

"Well, it seems that I'm so memorable that the girl can't part with a memento of me. It's my dagger, isn't it, sunshine? The one I gave you ages ago."

"What? No. Do you think ordinary steel would last that long?" you ask, trying to mock him, but Aleksander knows better.

"Under the protection of good Durasts? Undoubtedly." he says confidently as he takes advantage of your moment of inattention and pulls out your dagger.

He turns it over in his hands, smiling when he realizes he's right. However, you quickly take the steel from his hands and put it back in your shoe.

"I... you know, even if it is the same dagger, it doesn't matter, because you are already more under my 'unmemorable spell' that you decide to take as your sign the one I made for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Please... the sun in the eclipse? It was my idea." you say, pointing to one of the banners on the walls of the Little Palace.

"Maybe yes, maybe not. It was centuries ago. Who would remember that? But you, sunshine, are so sentimental that you kept this dagger. And I tought you were too smart to be seduced by me."

"Do not flatter yourself. It's just a good weapon." you say, trying to brush him off, but that goofy smirk on his lips doesn't disappear even after you leave the palace walls and go into your stable clothes.

"Surely. Because it was mine."

"Be careful. Your ego is starting to get bigger than the fold."

The memory of the fold effectively destroys the playful atmosphere between you two.

And you kind of regret bringing it up on purpose as you watch him tense next to you and walk off without a word, to talk to his most trusted men.

You look away from him and tighten your hand on your grandmother's bracelet. You promised to stay away from him. Meanwhile, you were going to a war against Fjerdans with the man who was the reason why you lost everything what was precious in your life. The only family and shelter you had known.

Aleksander could be your soulmate, but your potential relationship wouldn't do any good.

At least that's what you were trying to tell yourself, watching out of the corner of your eye as the man who created the fold made sure all his soldiers were ready to leave and for the coming fight.

And in that moment, he seemed to you who he wanted you to believe. Protector of all Grishas. Their savior. Starless Saint...

You flinched, looking away from him as he climbed onto his horse. His dark coat over his kefta wrapped around him like shadows, and the deep blackness reminded you of the horrors of the fold.

No. He was just a Black Heretic. An unfeeling, power-hungry monster who has caused millions to suffer.

At least believing in it was an easier solution for you. Unlike him, you've always been looking for easiest way of solving problems... and you couldn't help, but wander maybe you were the selfish one after all?

The neighing of a horse break you out of your reverie. Aleksander rides up to you on his black horse and extends his hand in your direction, inviting (or rather commanding) you to ride with him.

"I can ride a horse by myself." you snort, crossing your arms.

"I didn't doubt." he says in a serious, cold tone, looking at you defiantly in the eyes. His hand is still open for you to take.

You look between his hand and his dark eyes. Behind you, you hear the murmur of other Grishas talking.

One stern look from Aleksander silences everyone. They begin to prepare to leave again, only a few have the courage to cast furtive glances your way.

"Please, Y/N." he whispers so only you can hear him. You know why he wants you to ride with him. The Fjerdans took more from you than both of you would like to admit. He was afraid of losing you… even though you were still an annoying brat to each other.

You roll your eyes and take his hand. You sit in front of him. His hands embrace you and hold you. Enough to respect your privacy and enough to make sure you don't fall. Always a gentleman. You take the horse's reins and, with his order, you all ride out of the palace.

Two weeks. That's how long you managed to stay out from any troubles. (Or rather, how long it took you to get to the Fjerdans border and settle into the camp.)

More than once you fought, you ran, you tried to survive, holding on to your dear life as the only precious thing you had.

But you've never been in a war before. You did not know the realities that awaited you. And Aleksander took great pains not to let you know them or stick your nose out of the camp.

Which annoyed you a lot. That's why you decided to sneak out for a walk when Aleksander was too busy to notice.

And that's how you ran into Drüskelle.

You weren't looking for trouble, really. And you would have made it safely past them and back to camp if they hadn't had other Grishas at the end of their blades.

Therefore, without thinking much, you summoned your light and attacked them.

You managed to free some of the Grishas. They quickly joined the fight against Drüskelle. Some of them (the most wounded) took advantage of the opportunity and ran towards the camp.

Blood was pouring around you. You could feel the familiar thrill of power as you unleashed your light. You rarely summoned them in large numbers, but since Aleksander announced your existence to the world, you've had to get used to it.

You couldn't hide anymore. The summoner of the sun had to go on the scene and save the world... even if you weren't ready for it or wanted to be a saint or a hero.

You got so lost in thought that you separated yourself from the group of fighting Grishas. You were alone with a few Drüskelles in an empty field. You decided to summon a huge ball of light and blind them all, burning out more than their eyes in the process.

Before you could do it, one of them approached you from behind. You stabbed him in the chest with a sword, but another approached you and handcuffed your hands, preventing you from summoning.

He kicked you to the ground and stood over you, sword in hand, ready to kill you.

But suddenly he froze. Blood gushed out of him, falling partly onto you as his lifeless body fell to the ground, cuted in half. Black, shadow-tainted blood oozed from his wounds.

You looked up to see Aleksander. He comes to you worried. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that you're fine.

"Still don't need my help?" he asks, extending his hand to help you up. "I should tie you to me."

You huff furiously as you stand up by yourself. More annoyed that he was the one who helped you than that he killed Drüskelle. You shake off your blue kefta and look around the clearing and the halved bodies.

"We could have questioned them first." you say mad. He sighs as he looks at you. You see a flicker of tiredness before he puts his mask back on.

"Is there anyone other than you who does things right in your eyes?" he asks, rummaging through the pockets of the dead Fjerdans and pulling out the key to the handcuffs.

"A lot of people. Of course not you." you say as you walk up to him and lift your handcuffed hands.

"Maybe I should have left you in those handcuffs then." he turns and walks away from you towards the camp.

"Aleksander!" you shout after him, not caring if anyone hears you, and run to catch up with him. Aleksander looks at you reprovingly and sighs, shaking his head.

The moment you are about to grab his hand, you stumble. And if it weren't for the man's quick reflexes, you'd have landed on the ground.

Aleksander catches you and helps you stand up again. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the sleeve of his kefta slip down, revealing the tattoo of your name on his wrist. You stare at it for a moment, somehow captivated by the black writing that resembles your handwriting.

You've only seen his name on your wrist twice in your life. You always made sure you had a bracelet from your grandma which hid it. And now, seeing Aleksander just wearing a tattoo of your name like it was the most ordinary and normal thing to do, makes you feel kind of guilty.

Especially after he glances disappointedly at your bracelet wrist and pulls away from you, covering his soulmate sign with his sleeve.

He clears his throat and tosses you the key. You catch it and look at him carefully.

"In five minutes at the camp. If you don't come back, I'll bind you to my heartenders." he speaks coldly, and even though you can't see his eyes and his tone remains neutral, you know he's hurt. You know that you hurt him. And you don't feel good about it at all.

"As you wish, general." you reply in an equally unemotional tone, and somehow the fact that you named him by his title creates an even greater gulf between you.

He walks away, his black cloak billowing behind him as he leaves you alone in a clearing full of corpses.

You've done it to him hundreds of times. And yet the taste of your own medicine is more bitter than you thought. And you can't help but wonder if it was killing him as much as it was killing you right now.

You came back to camp in a bad mood. Whispers about how Sankta Y/N saved Grishas from the Drüskelles group didn't make you feel any better.

You tried to spot Aleksander's black kefta in the crowd of people. You needed to talk and work things out between you two if you were going to work together to win this war against the Fjerdans.

It's not that you didn't like it when he spoke to you coldly and act distantly towards you. It didn't bother you at all. Not even a little bit...

You return to the camp and as you go deeper, into the zone where the highest rank soldiers are, you feel the atmosphere change to... more tense.

Finally, you see Aleksander. He's talking to Ivan, his expression is... stoic. He wears his mask again, hiding his emotions when Ivan gives him some information.

You approach them and manage to overhear what Ivan is saying. You freeze, standing right behind Aleksander. The king sent soldiers of the second army to the front, where the Fjerdans forces were at their greatest.

The king sent them to slaughter… certain death. You both knew it. Aleksander nodded to Ivan and walked briskly towards his tent, not wanting to hear any more about Grishas' losses in his army.

You sigh, shifting your gaze to the heartrender. "How many?"

"Hundred. More or less." you nod, whispering a silent thank you. The guilt begins to build up inside you.

You were the summoner of the sun. One of the most powerful Grisha… and you still couldn't protect your people. You spent hundreds of years in hiding, developing your obsession with destroying the fold that you failed to see another, more sinister problem in the heart and borders of Ravka.

You let your personal grudge overshadow everything else. And on your way to Aleksander's tent you couldn't help but wonder… was the fold really the problem?

You hesitantly enter Aleksander's tent and pull down the tent's curtain behind you. As you'd expect, his shadows roam the room as he darts around the room looking for some papers.

"What? Are you going to give me another lecture about my incompetence? Or remind me that I'm a monster?" he asks, not hiding his anger as he hears your footsteps inside his tent.

"That's… wasn't exactly my intentions…"

"So say what you want and get out of my sight." he growls in frustration as he flips through the various plans, sheets, notes, and maps on his small desk. Other papers and books lay scattered around the tent, cluttering it.

"I have… some idea how to solve this problem."

"What? Will you make a big ball of light that everyone will be scared of?" he asks sarcastically, mocking you as he reaches for his glass of whiskey.

"Aleksander..." you sigh, hurt, and try to put your hand on his shoulder in comfort, but he pulls away from you as if your touch burns him.

"No, Y/N! You have no idea what's going on here. You've been hiding for hundreds of years from the eyes of others and you didn't care about the fate of the Grishas! Leave me alone and let me take care of my people."

"There are my people too! I want what's best for them too!" you argue with him, furious that he treats you this way. None of this was your fault...or so you thought.

"For how long? How long will it be before you leave them when they need you the most?!" you frown, understanding the slight allusion and hint of resentment in his voice.

"Are you really doing this about us? You're pathetic." you say and turn on your heel to go to your part of the tent, don't want to talk with him anymore today.

"Says a woman who can't defend herself and runs away from everything." he taunts, sipping alcohol from a glass as he watches you avoiding confrontation.

"I can take care of myself!" you scream in fury, walking up to him in three big strides to stand in front of him and prove him wrong.

"Somehow you always end up saved by me! And you always treat me worse than the dirt under your shoes."

"Because you are my curse. The reason I fell, the reason I lost everything! I hate you! I hate you for being the Black Heretic! I hate you for creating the fold! I hate that your damn name is on my wrist!" you scream, pounding his chest with every sentence you say. He grabs your wrists and digs his fingers hard in the place where his name should be on your wrist.

"Oh, believe me, it bothers you less than me. For hundreds of years I have been forced to suffer because of your immaturity and indecisiveness." he growls furiously in your face as you both send a hostile stares at each other.

"My immaturity? My indecisiveness?"

"I wasn't the one of us who denied having a soulmate for hundreds of years. If anyone of us is pathetic here, it is you, sunshine."

"Me? Denying you? Look now."

You speak and step across the space between you. You pull him to you by the heel of his black kefta and kiss him passionately, aggressively, putting all your anger and desire for him into the kiss.

You are to pull away from him and sneer at how he is charmed by your lips when he suddenly pushes you against the desk. Your hips hit the wood as Aleksander presses his body against yours, kissing you greedily as his hands cup your cheeks - making sure you won't leave until he's taken what he wants and needs, what he's so desperately longed for over the centuries.

You answer him with equal passion, tugging on his hair at the base of his neck as you pull him as close to you as possible.

Nothing else in this world matters to you now. Volcra and Drüskelle could invade that tent and you and Aleksander would still be kissing, perhaps just sending your light and shadows against them to keep them out of your way when you finally get what you want.

The desk digs into your hips uncomfortably, but you'd be damned to move away from him now as he continues to kiss you and trails one hand up your body and begins to slowly lift the fabric of your kefta up.

You moan into his lips as his fingertips meet the skin of your waist, amplifying your powers. You can swear that for a moment the rays of the sun flow from your fingers.

Then you pull away from each other. You both breathe heavily, looking at each other as you try to process what just happened between you two.

"Aleksander Morozova… I hate you." you gasp, leaning against his desk as you try to catch a breath. You hate him... for always making you want him more.

"I know." he just whisper, looking at you. You can't read the expression on his face, and his dark eyes take you in completely.

You clear your throat and take a step forward to avoid him and exit the tent, but he blocks your way.

He tentatively raises his hand and places it tenderly on your cheek. You automatically lean into his touch. His eyes move from yours to your mouth. He licks his lips and stares at you silently, thinking of his next move as you stare at him in anticipation.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if you are afraid that at any moment you will break this moment between you and he will pull away from you when the warmth of his touch is all you want to feel right now.

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he leans forward and gives you enough time and space to move away from him. But you don't. That's why he digs himself greedily into your lips again.

He pushes you back onto the desk, this time you sit on it and wrap your legs around his waist, needing him to be as close to you as possible.

"We should stop." he mumbles, pulling away from your lips and resting his forehead against yours. His eyes are closed as if he's trying to pull himself together to pull away from you.

"We should." you agree, but lean in to kiss him again. He doesn't protest, he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to the desk.

"I have people to safe." he whispers, moving his kisses to your jaw and neck. You shiver at the feel of his warm breath and soft lips against your cold skin.

"We have." you correct him and slowly undo his kefta.

"I shouldn't want you."

"Neither should I." you agree with him, sliding the black material of his kefta off his shoulders. Aleksander picks you up from the desk and kisses you passionately, carrying you to the bed. In the meantime, you're working on undoing his shirt.

The feel of your fingers on his bare chest sobered him up. He hovers over you, watching you intently as he engages in an internal battle with what he wants to do and what he should do.

"Y/N." he whispers, his eyes locked on yours as you play with his hair.

"Aleksander." he sighs, resting his forehead against yours as you stroke his cheek.

His beard tickles you slightly, but you don't mind. In fact, you think he's much better with it... handsomer. Aleksander closes his eyes, rubbing his nose against yours.

"Say you didn't want this. Say that you hate me. That you despise me, that you loathe me. That you wish I died in the fold centuries ago." he says, cupping your cheek tenderly with his hand and opening his eyes, waiting for your response.

"You know I can't... you are everything... everything I have left." you admit. And apparently that's all Aleksander needs to dive into you and take your lips again in a passionate kiss.

You moan into his mouth as he starts ripping off your navy kefta and throwing it behind him. You have the feeling that after this night you will only be able to wear the black one he gave you earlier. But somehow you don't mind anymore.

And you think... that maybe you could be his soulmate for a while... or at least for this one night... to feel his electric touch once again.

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[zoeykallus]

Hey. I absolutely love your stuff. I keep rereading it all. It's wonderful.

I have this idea and it won't go away. So, reader is just casually conversing with their respective batcher. Or just lovingly admiring them from a distance. Anyway, they just randomly say, "you know, I don't like your name. I think you should change it." And when they ask what, reader says "mine", and then just walks away.

I can see Tech or Echo going from hurt to flustered, or Cross from annoyed to smug.

This can be before or after they get together, and bonus points if it leads to some extra fluff or even smut.

Either all batchers, or one of the three above. Also, female or gender neutral please. I wanna know your take on this idea.

You're doing a wonderful job. Keep up the good work! Thank you!

Aloha!

I think I know where this is supposed to be going, I just don't know if this can work with a person that has no last name/surname. But let me see if I can make it work. Would you mind if I pick a One-shot with Tech?

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - I Don't Like Your Name

Fluffy/Flustered Tech

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For a while now you've been watching the guys from Bad Batch, occasionally you've worked with them. One of them in particular has taken your fancy, Tech, the pilot. He is different from the rest, calmer, more intelligent, more introverted.

He has quite an extraordinary mind, and yet he is incredibly oblivious when it comes to flirting. But maybe, you think, he just isn't interested and therefore doesn't respond to the flirting attempts.

It's time to find out.

You see him standing in the hangar working on the Marauder's outer hull. For a while you watch him thoughtfully from a distance, finally you walk up to him and speak to him.

"Hi Tech!"

He looks up from his work in surprise and nods at you.

"Hi. What brings you down here? Does Cid have another job for you that requires collaboration?"

You shake your head and say, "No, I was just passing by, saw you working and thought I'd say hello."

He blinks.

"Nice gesture."

Tech is about to turn back to his work when you tell him, "Somehow I don't like your name."

He pauses for a second, but then continues working and replies without looking at you, "My name suits me, I'm happy with it."

"Doesn't sound like much, though. Just 'Tech'"

He frowns, you can tell he's annoyed, but he remains calm nonetheless.

"What kind of name would be more appropriate, in your opinion?"

"Mine."

Tech turns to you and looks at you critically, "Your name wouldn't suit me."

"Why not?"

"It's a woman's name"

You smirk at him and say as you get ready to move on, "I meant my last name, Tech"

The reaction you get is once again different than you hoped or expected.

His brow is furrowed questioningly as well as critically.

"Clones don't have last names, I can't change my last name because I don't have one."

You stop, sigh, and turn back to him.

"Well, you are a clever fellow my dear, think hard, in what way could you possibly get my last name?"

Tech shakes his head, "Not at all, unless…. Oh."

He blinks several times, as if he needs to reboot his brain. You see his cheeks blush slightly, and a smile appears on your face, he had finally understood. You think.

"You're proposing to me?"

"Exac- wait what…?"

Now it's you who blinks.

Tech says, "Interesting. Even though I'm curious, and a certain attraction factor is very much present, I have too little knowledge of your person to respond appropriately to this proposal. However, I do have a suggestion, a temporary compromise, so to speak."

"Um, oh yeah?"

"Yes. Would you perhaps be interested in going through a get-to-know-you phase before we explore this topic in more detail?"

You feel yourself getting warm and not at all as confident as before.

"You mean dating?", you ask softly.

Tech nods, "That's the general term for it if I'm not mistaken, yes. Are you free tonight?"

Your heart beats up in your throat all at once.

"I-uhm, yes"

Tech smiles, a very beautiful and rare sight.

"Fine. Meet me back here at eight? I'd love to take you out"

"Okay, I'll be here at eight," you say quietly, still not quite able to believe yourself what just happened.

As you walk away again, you feel like you're walking on clouds. Your heart races, your stomach tingles. Tech has taken your cheeky flirting attempt out of your hands and asked you out. You're not sure if that was really a misunderstanding or if he had played you, but either way, you're very happy right now.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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25/FEB/20XX

light shot into my sockets from the right side. a pillow had been removed from my enclosure. i squint through the light to see frisk.

raising an eyebrow, they gestured to the pile around me on the couch.

"(migraine.)"

they slowly point to the light switch.

"(nope.)"

i point to papyrus, who's focused on a puzzle that came with the newspaper.

"(staying on.)"

"(.....I'm sure he'll understand??)"

"(he would more than understand. he'd probably make a point of assuring i was comfortable.)"

"(..And that's supposed to be a bad thing?)"

"(he's having fun with what he's doing. don't want to suddenly switch him to worry mode.)"

"(I doubt-)"

"(besides. this works fine.)"

"(well, it did before you opened a window in it.)"

shoving my face into the cushion of the couch to continue blocking out the light, i felt the pillow replaced to where it was.

a weight settled on the other end of the couch, then against the pillow and blanket cocoon of mine.

"(So, he hasn't questioned why you're doing this at all?)"

"(told him i was cold.)"

"(It's.. not cold out today.)"

"(believed it anyway.)"

"(Isn't it the opposite under there?)"

"(yeah. kinda burning up, but it's a small price to pay for darkness.)"

"(Why aren't you in your room or something??)"

"(he'd definitely know something was up.)"

"(Dude...)"

"(he would know.)"

"(I don't doubt that, but the lengths you go to just to... NOT worry him.)"

"(i wouldn't say lengths.)"

"(Heights?)"

"(c'mon-)"

"(Widths?)"

"(this is nothin'.)"

"(Well it's not less than something.)"

"(eh.)"

"(what're you up to out there?)"

"(I'm not done talking about you.)"

"(.......k.)"

"(You take something already?)"

"(the less strong kind, but it doesn't interact with my prescription ones.)"

"(Right.)"

"(Just a normal migraine, you think?)"

"(it's kinda centralized around my right eye, which...)"

i was about to sigh, then realized that would probably grab papyrus' attention.

"(i don't love, but it feels mostly normal.)"

"(What's the meter say?)"

trying to not knock over my whole pile to check, i tap the screen to see a red light.

no idea how long it's been like that for.

"(...i'm good.)"

"(let me ask again what you're up to?)"

they were silent for a moment as if wondering something else, but answered anyway.

"(Got bored, and Flowey was being annoying. So I came here.)"

"(you were so nice to him at first.)"

"(I was worried he'd leave or go on a murderous rampage again or something.)"

"(or try and take everyone's souls?)"

"(....I don't think he'll do that one again.)"

"(me either, mostly.)"

"(I'd kick his petals in again for sure.)"

"(Emotionally.)"

"(....Though, I...)"

"(..Would probably have to use SAVEs again to do that.)"

"(listen, if that petalhead went and took everyone's souls?)"

"(i give you full permission to god-mode the timeline or whatever else you need to 'emotionally kick his petals in'.)"

"(I haven't... done that in a while, actually.)"

"(loading?)"

"(Obviously not.)"

"(That would be going back on our promise.)"

"(I meant SAVING.)"

"(...hm.)"

"(Should I?)"

"(In case one of us gets in some tragic accident.)"

"(your call, kiddo.)"

"(if you meet him, tell the next sans i said that.)"

"(Let's hope I don't have to.)"

"(can i ask what's made you so sure flowey won't leave anymore?)"

"(If he wanted to, he totally could have multiple times.)"

memory of an orange sky and empty field come to mind.

"(yeah. true.)"

"(He's stormed off a couple times, but he always returns.)"

"(kid's gotten attached to you.)"

"(Not just me.)"

"(definitely to my bro, too. and tori.)"

"(In a weird way, I think he likes you too.)"

"(tolerates me for paps' sake.)"

"(Definitely part of it, but I don't know. He doesn't utterly recoil whenever you're mentioned like he used to.)"

"(heheh. getting that kind of reaction just by entering the room was pretty funny.)"

"(I'm glad he's warmed up to everyone though.)"

"('cept undyne. he's got beef with her still.)"

"(The thing with Undyne is more like rivalry.)"

"(They have more fun going at each other's throats than they admit to.)"

"(you think it'd turn into all-out war if my bro wasn't the middleman?)"

"(Papyrus is like the glue between most of this friend group.)"

they must have said his name slightly too loud.

"HM?"

"Oh-"

"Just talking about Flowey's friendships."

"FLOWERY HAS BEEN GETTING ALONG WITH EVERYONE A LITTLE MORE AS OF LATE! I'M QUITE PROUD OF HIM."

"MY KINDNESS LESSONS TO HIM HAVE BEEN CONTRIBUTING, NO DOUBT."

"For sure!"

"(undyne and flowey stop fighting when papyrus enters the room, so he must be doing something right.)"

"WAIT, IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT FLOWERY AND THE PAYOFF OF MY EXCELLENT KINDNESS TEACHINGS, THAT MEANS..."

"SANS IS ACTUALLY AWAKE UNDER THERE STILL??"

"He is indeed."

i shove my hand through some pillows in a thumbs-up, then quickly pull it back slightly to hide the monitor on my arm.

"HI SANS."

"STILL FREEZING?"

"yep."

"JEEZ."

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING SICK, ARE YOU?"

"nah. just a bit extra chilly."

"left my window open all night, woke up as an ice cube."

"THIS IS WHY I TELL YOU TO CLOSE IT BY AT TEN AT THE LATEST!!"

"YOU'LL DEFINITELY GET SICK IF YOU DON'T."

"not everything's gonna make me sick."

"THE POTENTIAL FOR IT TO IS THERE."

"𝘪𝘭𝘭 be alright. 'specially for one night."

"IS IT AT LEAST CLOSED NOW?"

"uhh..."

suddenly unable to remember whether it actually 𝘄𝗮𝘀 closed.

"yyyeah..?"

"...THAT SOUNDS VERY NON-CONFIDENT."

"I'll check."

frisk's weight disappeared from the opposite end of the couch.

"I'LL ACCOMPANY YOU. WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO GET LOST IN THE PIGSTY THAT IS SANS' ROOM."

"it's not as bad as it was. promise."

his voice was more distant this time.

"RIGHT. AND THE CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR HERE AREN'T BAD AT ALL."

"it's basically clean."

"IT IS NOT."

"definitely is."

"SAY THAT AGAIN WHEN YOU CAN UN-PILLOW CASKET YOURSELF, ICE CUBE SKELETON."

taking the opportunity where neither of them were in sight, i removed the monitor and stuffed it in my pocket.

i opened a gap in the pillow enclosure to let some fresh air in.

the thud of my window shutting could be heard. footsteps stomp down the stairs.

"whoops."

"NEED I START CLOSING IT MANUALLY AT TEN ON MY OWN?"

"i'll remember eventually after freezing myself enough."

"...AS ALWAYS, THE GREAT PAPYRUS MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY..."

"Sans, you should set an alarm so that you actually remember."

"GOOD IDEA, FRISK!"

"SANS, GIVE ME YOUR PHONE. I'M SETTING AN ALARM FOR YOU."

"ok."

"can you also set a timer while you're at it?"

"WHAT FOR?"

"so i don't sleep the rest of the day."

"Guess it was only a matter of time before he took a nap there."

"can't resist the allure of a good nap buried in cushions."

can't overheat or suffer migraines or have to deal with magic issues if i'm asleep.

"HUMAN, DO YOU WANT TO COOK SOMETHING WITH ME?"

"Yeah!!"

"WE'LL WAKE SANS UP AFTERWARDS, THEN."

——

i was woken up to macaroni with what might be considered "definitely too much cheese" in it. not like i mind, though - and after my migraine cleared up, i was far too hungry to care.

p.s.

took care of the red monitor thing by taking shortcuts around town for a while after papyrus thought i went to bed.

is it the greatest solution?

no idea. too exhausted after that to worry about.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #frisk #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #flowey #undyne #they sure are mentioned #this is a messy one but anyway

[intersectionalpraxis]

Hey there! Im sorry if this question seems rather silly, but ive been meaning to learn more and educate myself about zionism and what anti zionism is. I have been reblogging and posting about families in need, and have been boycotting, but I havent really had the time to educate myself on zionism, or what it means to be a zionist. I have also come across some jewish blogs on here that say that anti zionism is anti semitic, and ive also seen some jewish blogs say that anti zionism is infact NOT anti semitism, and I really would like to be more educated on this matter. You seem like an incredibly well meaning, educated blog so I was just wondering if maybe u could help me with this problem of mine in any way thats convenient to you. Thanks!

Hello! Thank you for reaching out. Someone asked me a similar question a while ago, so I wanted to direct you here because I provided references and resources for anyone who wants to learn more about zionism and anti-zionism.

To reiterate what I said in this post, and of course as many activists and allies to the Free Palestine movement have said, anti-zionism is not antisemitism. Pro-zionists are more often either white supremacists or pro-settlerism/colonialism of Historic Palestine. I also recommend watching this video below. They talk about why it is problematic when Jewist leftists (and any pro-zionist person) for Jewish people to say they have a right to an "ethnostate" (for context: Sim went viral a while ago on tiktok -they are a trans, Jewish author based in the US) and their work is so incredible reflexive and important (I also tried attaching this full video for 4 hours and I opted for taking a screenshot. If you type their user into tiktok with "ethnostate" you will find stitches leading the original video). I'm sorry for sharing it this way, but Tumblr won't let me link it after I tried posting it.). Their user is @/simkern:

I hope this helps a little, but just as I have I hope you continue to keep learning/unlearning just as I will continue to do so.

#feminist #social justice #free palestine #palestine #free gaza #settler violence #settler colonialism #current events #colonial violence #the zionist entity #zionist occupation #education #history #palestinian history

[nogenderbee]

Hii may I request the pjsk boys(especially Rui cause he'll fit in the role perfectly)with a reader who's bad at sewing and always ended up getting scolded by the teacher cause their progress is two lessons slower than the others(pretend there're sewing lessons at school cause mine has, and this is exactly my situation rn🥲); however, the reader is actually a pretty awesome fashion designer and artist, they always draw tons of different creative designs on their sketchbook, but they have never turned them into clothes due to their shortcoming in sewing? How would the pjsk boys comfort and help the reader?

I might have an idea for Rui! Since Rui crafts inventions a lot, he might be good at sewing as well(I'm not sure about that tho), maybe he could sew the reader's designs out as wearable clothings(If those designs were drawn for Rui, he would wear them proudly afterwards)or craft a robot version of the reader's designs(perhaps the robots would wear mini clothes or something like that).

Of course I can do that! I kinda took my time because later I had break and all but I hope you enjoy it either way! <3

Also I couldn't agree more on Ruis part so your ideas may repeat a bit in Ruis part...!

Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui with reader who learns slower

TagList: @vodka-glrl @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @miya-akane @alicewinterway18 @indi-has-fallen

⊱ Akito really added to it... he would often say that it's your fault but then will insult teacher for you and bring you some of your faves to cheer you up

⊱ speaking of teacher... he definitely got into fight with them at least once arguing over the fact that they shouldn't be so mean to you

⊱ if you go to Kamiayama, he'll try to be a bit nicer and not go all the way but still will protect you! But if you go to Miya then he doesn't care what reputation he'll have there and will speak his mind out

⊱ he often sits with you and it's easy to say he gets even less than you do but he still tries to help somehow spoiler: he fails

⊱ when he saw all your plans and that you aren't realizing it because you don't feel like your skills are enough, he gets shocked and a bit annoyed

"Why are you letting your skills stop you?! If it's your dream then don't stand and do nothing just because you THINK it may not do well. You won't know untill you try it!"

⊱ he'll try to get someone who can sew for you so you can learn from them and catch up with the material

⊱ he's not good with all that so he may not help you with learning but he will stay by your side when you study and cheer you up whenever you can (in his own tsundere way tho of course)

⊱ also tells you to ask teacher or classmates for help and if anyone says few bad words about you to tell him and he'll take care of that

⊱ Toya actually tried his best at comforting you and he managed to calm you down few times even tho he's bad with words

⊱ he's not really the one to argue with teachers but he is willing to have some calm talk with them and if it doesn't work then at least he tried his best, right?

⊱ but even if it doesn't work and your teacher still will be mean then he'll always borrow you his shoulder and bring you some of your faves, maybe even wrap you in a blanket

⊱ even if he can't sew, he'll learn how to with you or even learn himself so then he can help you better and maybe even teach you few stuffs

"Hey it's alright, I'll try to learn with you and maybe if I get it I can explain it to you. We'll get it together, I promise."

⊱ he definitely asks around few people he knows if they can sew and if they can then he'll ask you if you're alright with them helping you out

⊱ but if he won't find anyone then he's always willing to get you like a tutor for sewing and is willing to pay for it, no matter how much it may cost

⊱ Tsukasa was absolutely shocked when he heard about it... your teacher yells at you just because you need more time?!! That's ridiculous!

⊱ so on the next day he went to your teacher and had a chat with them, he wasn't screaming or insulting, he started slowly and calmly but then it turned into one big performance of his

⊱ so he got nothing done and instead put his acting skills in actions so your teacher may had let out few laughs or giggles but he probably made no progress for you...

⊱ but he won't stop at that! He doesn't get a single thing from sewing but he does know a lot of people! And if he'd have to, he's willing to approach random person on street and ask them for help

⊱ in the end, he'll probably end up clinging to you while comforting you through it all and assuring you that you're doing good job

"YN, I'm sure with this much time, you'll be better than all your classmates! But for now let's take a break, alright? I even got you your favorite drink to cheer you up!"

⊱ and when he sees all your plans you have then he's absolutely amazed! He hates that you don't do them just because you think you're not good enough so he makes it his duty to either boost your confidence or help you learn it!

⊱ you may need some time to learn few stuffs but he sees nothing bad in it, in fact he still talks proudly about you in front of his friends and anyone really

⊱ Rui would be lying if he said he didn't noticed that you learned a bit slower but he truly didn't mind that! In fact he somehow found it quite adorable~

⊱ although when your teacher scolds you for it instead of helping you, he can't help but loose hope in humanity even more...

⊱ but luckily for you, he knows basics fom sewing since it was useful to him during makin some of his inventions so he may help you a bit or at least get you on the right track faster

"Hmm... hey I might be wrong but shouldn't you do it this way? As I said I'm not sure but that's what I could understand from this tutorial..."

⊱ he's really ready to sit next to you and try to understand what you need to learn along your side, at first it was just to help you out but later on he started to be more and more interested in it as well

⊱ whenever you understand something with his help, he'll just smile proudfully and maybe plant a small kiss on your forehead while saying how proud he is from you~

⊱ and when he sees your sketches, he'll ask if it'll make it easier for you to sew if you saw your ideas in 3d, and if your answer is yes then you can expect new invention dedicated to you on the next day!

⊱ when you walk into his room, you can see few inventions that he created after being inspired by some of your works

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#project sekai #colorful stage #x reader #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #akito shinonome x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #project sekai akito shinonome #project sekai toya aoyagi #project sekai tsukasa tenma #project sekai rui kamishiro #project sekai akito x reader #project sekai toya x reader #project sekai tsukasa x reader #project sekai rui x reader #fluff #project sekai fluff #headcanons #project sekai headcanons

[redux-iterum]

Incoming essay, fish and plants aquariums are a special interest of mine. Hope you don't mind! Some plants don't need to be planted! Anacharis and hornwort are two that prefer floating near the top. They can provide some shelter to your fishies. Both are fairly easy to take care of. Anubias and Java Fern are two others that are easy to take care of. These two can be attached to driftwood, rocks, or other tank decorations. If you bury their stems in the substrate, they will die. I started off with these two and I still have my original plants like 4 years later. The one I put in my mom's tank is huge now.

If you can find it, Brazilian pennywort can also float but it can also be planted as well. It's the dominate plant in my 29 gallon and I've had to remove feet of it when I neglected plant maintenance. It loves it in there and it's just floating near the hang on back filter.

Lighting is also pretty important. Anacharis, hornwort, and Brazilian pennywort all require higher light then anubias and java fern. If your 20 gallon was a tank kit like my 29 gallon, the light will probably be good enough for medium light plants and down. I'd try out higher light plants anyway if you can find/afford to experiment with plants. Honestly experimenting with plants is part of the fun of a planted tank. You never know what will grow till you try it in your particular tank. I've had a plant do horribly in one just to take over another, even fairly easy plants like anacharis.

Also you might annoy some purists but have a few silk plants isn't a bad thing. I have some in my 29 gallon for my ember tetras and they don't care they're fake. They give them places to hide and feel secure while the floating plants do most of the water purifying. I've also found some catfish lounging in them occasionally. They're also a good temporary option while your real plants grow in if you eventually just want live plants. Oh and please avoid plastic plants. They're horrible for betta fish fins and I can't imagine they're great for other fish either.

And from what I've heard mollies are pretty good for planted tanks? If I remember correctly, they like picking algae off of plants. So they'll even help keep algae down if I'm remembering that fact right.

I am so glad you gave specific plant names, anon, thank you. The local pet store has a wide selection of tank plants, so I'm sure they've got at least some of the plants you named, if not most or all of them. I'm fond of mollies for their cute little faces, but it turns out they're also excellent starting fish for newcomers like myself for exactly what you said. It's going to be a while before I can buy any, just because next month's going to be busy as hell and I won't be home a lot, but this is going to be extremely useful for the future!

#ask #anonymous #not warriors #i speak

[angelbowerz]

Being pregnant with a Bowers gang member's child

(Wrote this while half-asleep so it's very bad..sorry lol)

Tw- abortion

Henry:

-oh god...

-okay,the second you tell him you're pregnant..he freezes and wants to just die on the spot

"I'm pregnant"

"You're...what....?"

-if he could...that boy would RUN all the way to damn Australia just to get away from the situation

-more scared about his dad finding out so he'll probably begg you to keep it a secret

-of you refuse to abort it (even after his begging) he'll probably ignore you or say something like this:

"I want nothing to do with that baby but I'm still your boyfriend."

-he'll ignore you for a few months, then when he realises you're actually keeping it and you're showing...then he'll be a good guy (for once)

"OKAY FINE! I'll look after the damn baby🙄"

-he eventually told his dad...and ended up forced to live in your home

-if its a boy..he'll force you to name him 'Henry Bowers Jr' and Henry would definitely raise it to be just like him (lord save us)

-he'd love a boy but if it's a girl he'll just say some stupid 'joke' about having so many children until he gets a son

-when the baby is like minutes old, Henry will be ruthless😭

"Are you sure this kid is mine? Looks like a goblin to me"

-anyway..once you're all grown up, married to him n everything...it definitely won't be a happy marriage, he'll end up like his father but a not as bad version

Patrick:

-not really much to say apart from the fact he'll either force you to an abortion clinic or will do things (stress you out, putting things in your drinks etc) hoping to make the baby go..and it eventually does

-he only did it for his own pleasure, not caring how you'll feel about loosing the baby

-yeah that's it lol

Reggie:

-PANIC MODE

-he uses atleast 5x protection so how you ended up pregnant would be a mystery

-May have doubts about actually being the baby's father since bro uses so much protection

-but he'll never tell you that

-he would be the BEST father out of the gang

-so supportive of you

-need or want something? He'll be outside your door with said item within 5 minutes

-would refuse to leave your side

-buys so many clothes/toys/plushies for the baby

-when you're in Labour he'll try to be some supportive coach but in reality it just annoys you

"PUSH Y/N PUSH! YOU CAN DO THIS!"

"Reggie I swear to god-!"

-so adorable

-I could see Reggie having a crazy amount of children (like 10)..goodluck with that

(Not writing Victor for this one because I'm bad at writing for him and I'm too lazy to lol...sorry Victor fan girlies)

#henry bowers #bowersgang #belch huggins #bowers gang #it #it2017 #patrick hockstetter #it chapter 1 #victor criss #it chapter one

[teetlestansecond]

hear me out here, mayhaps rise!TMNT make a playlist that automatically puts their most listened to songs with their s/o or bestie but all the songs that the reader ends up adding from them is either depressing or "i slammed my penith in the car door" (btw really hopes this actually send tumblr mobile is sus sometimes jfjf)

this encouraged me to look at my spotify mixes with a few of my friends and the funniest thing is that my friend and i both have been playing edge of seventeen AND georgy porgy by toto so it’s safe to say we’re going through it out here rip

i used the wildest songs on my blended playlists for this do NOT ask me about my music taste

rise!turtles x emotionally unstable reader

gn!reader, no warnings just shenanigans courtesy of ya babe

Raph! ❤️

Raph listens to your blended playlist at least once a week, usually while he’s cleaning his room

because everyone knows the benefits of listening to music while cleaning. it’s the only way to push through cleaning a room

it’s a pretty chill playlist normally, but this week while Raph’s folding clothes he hears the waitress song “she used to be mine” for the first time and he has to take a second

he cries a little bit because everyone cries a little bit hearing that song, but after he gets over his own emotions he will be at your door and he won't be going away until you let him in so he can check on your wellbeing.

"heeyyyy y/n. i brought tissues. are you okay? are you sure? do you wanna talk about it i think we should talk about it -"

don't try and lie to him about it. if this song made it on the blend then you're simply not okay spare him the denial.

Leo! 💙

I fully believe that Leo listens to music all day every day. to hold the brain goblins at bay you know how it is.

he listens to the blend at least once a day and pays attention for any changes on your end because he's nosy like that. he's the friend that likes to see what his friends are listening to so he can make fun of them.

mostly he just leaves it at teasing but one time he does have to sit you down because your blended playlist has been adding more and more elton john songs but only the sad and nostalgic ones and it's all on your end and he's concerned.

he's especially concerned about elton john's hit song "Saturday Night's Alright (for Fighting)".

"y/n. are you fighting people on the weekends? without me? maybe i wanna fight people too i can't believe you're not including me in your fights-"

you have to convince him that, no, you aren't fighting people on saturday nights. does he believe you? no. are you telling the truth? you tell me bestie.

Donnie! 💜

Donnie mostly listens to his own music but he does periodically check your blended playlist just to get a glimpse into your mind.

he calls it a vibe check and you hate it but that's not going to stop him.

he checks up on your blend and finds all the sad hits like "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult, "I keep Forgettin'" by Michael MacDonald, and "Somebody You Loved" by Lewis Capaldi

naturally he calls you up to discuss the results of your vibe check and you hate it

"hello y/n I'm just calling to let you know that you have failed your latest vibe check and so I will be inviting myself over. do you want pizza or ice cream?"

you would find it touching if you weren't so annoyed by it. besides it's not like you're the only one failing the vibe check - Donnie's had cbat on your blend for weeks and you are mad about it

Mikey! 🧡

like Leo, Mikey also listens to your blend every day, he enjoys the mix of genres and songs.

but his favorite thing is when you listen to meme songs so much that they end up in your blend. he'll play the meme songs on repeat and sing them around you to tease you.

like that one time you had "here comes the hurricane legendary katrina" on the blend for a solid couple of weeks. Mikey still hasn't let that go.

anytime it gets cloudy out he gives you this mischievous grin and you beg him not to but he doesn't listen.

"you know what that looks like, y/n? the hurricane.... KATRINA!!!"

you smack his shoulder every time and he laughs like it's the funniest thing on earth.

#zennie answers! #these are short but that's because all of these were pulled from my own blends with people #looking @ my girlfriend babe please stop listening to cbat #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt

[tonguetiedraven]

Hi Raven!!! You are the boss of bonrin fics so I’m asking for some advice since I’m looking to to write one. A big pet peeve of mine is that ryuuji is portrayed as catholic a lot even though he’s Buddhist. Asking if you have some sources or advice for writing a Buddhist character (I’m catholic so I’m pretty confident in portraying rin)???

Thanks so much <3

I wouldn't say I'm the boss, but I've probably written the most xD

Ryuuji getting portrayed as a Catholic is also a major pet peeve of mine, and something I always strive not to do. Especially in canon following fics. (AUs I can understand, but even then I typically don't write him that way.)

Ryuuji follows a Vajrayana form of Buddhism, and he is (I believe) specifically a Shingon Buddhist. (A specific school of Buddhism in Japan. Here is a pretty good run down.)

Things to keep in mind:

Meditation is important and frequently done. It's not limited to sitting and chanting mantras either. You can and should meditate while doing anything. Cleaning, cooking, exercising, etc.

Ryuuji's form of Buddhism (most forms) have a high importance on teaching. Learning from a master is the only way to get a lot of information. It's a very secretive form of Buddhism. (Probably why Karura is with them.) Which also means a lot of knowledge died on the Blue Night with the elders.

Japanese Buddhism does not require you to shave your hair, and does not require you to give up meat in your diet, and allows you to get married, so you don't have to worry about having that in a story.

Ryuuji's form of Buddhism has a lot of focus on fire rituals ('Goma' rituals which is what they use Goma hall for.)

Buddhists' believe that all life is sacred. They're against hurting/killing others and don't believe in holding grudges. (Lol at the filler episode and the 'grudges over food can last generations!' Ryuuji trying to curb that potential before it even happens xD But also, the drama of his drive to defeat Satan for what he took from them.)

Ryuuji's form of Buddhism is heavily connected to the pantheon of Buddhist deities, including the Fudo Myo-o (The Immovable One. The statue you see in a lot of Ryuuji and Kyoto Trio art. He has Kurikara in most depictions. Kurikara is the sword he wields in most text, and the symbol you see on Kurikara and in the True Cross logo is his.) They are connected to the other Myo-o (the wisdom kings) like Yamantaka too. They'll invoke them for rituals and prayers for aids.

So for writing him, the first step is to simply not include any Catholic thinking/influence. He was raised at a dying Buddhist temple so he wouldn't have any real interaction with Catholicism before True Cross Academy. Guilt won't be a big driving force for him, but determination and an enormous work ethic will be. He's determined not to hurt humans/animals, and he has a lot of ways he meditates during his free time (traditional meditation, studying, exercising, cleaning.) He's a good student because he's been one all his life and it's tied to how he learns about his faith -- also why he gets really annoyed at people not willing to put any effort into learning or who try to do something that isn't learning/listening during classes. He has a really strong drive for justice, and isn't afraid to correct what he sees as bad behavior. (Also part of Buddhist practice. The teachers will correct the students.) He's going to eventually be entrusted with a lot of the secretive knowledge of his sect, and he takes that very seriously.

Hope that helped some! Let me know if you have more questions. And also, feel free to join our Blue Exorcist Writers Discord. It's a place specifically for Blue Exorcist Writers and (In my opinion, lol) a pretty fantastic place with a lot of resources!

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