#it’s one of those things where I see a similar situation from the outside happening to someone else

[ashesbreadandbutter]

Sooo... Can we talk about Vox and Alastor Cause I'm literally obsessed...

Basically headcanons since of course I seen the post running around where Viv calls their relationship sad and complicated.

Being an 'angst-girlie' I HAVE to gobble this up so here's a few headcanons I immediately thought about.

Mentions of Valentinos acts against humanity so watch out for that. A bit, like a smidge, of kissing and making out mentioned as well.

For Starters

I happily wrote a fanfic for pics that @milariro drew (lovely artist, check em out!) and I think Valentino definitely plays a big roll in the fallout.

So Vox and Alastor were pals yeah, hung out, chit chatted, ate food together, even got close enough for Alastor to feel comfortable doing more intimate actions like cuddling and hugging and such.

I can't help but think of Vox perhaps being on the Acespectrum himself? He's giving "I will but I don't have to" so I get more demi vibes off of him. He probably doesn't give a fuck about anyone else like he does with Alastor so that's why.

I think he could build intimacy with others yes but he's so focused on his work usually outside of his competition.

Vox probably came to hell and started off really small and little so as he grew, he wanted to grow and took his time to try and get bigger. I would say that Valentino could come in here if not later when Vox seemed to develop feelings for Alastor and in doing so Alastor wants to return those said feelings but he's scared.

Scared of what? The unknown.

He probably is someone who doesn't like when he can't see what's going to occur or happen before it actually does.

He's a runner. Imma say that because I can be one. He cares for Vox but he can't stop the way his heart seems to race when they get just a bit too close...

Valentino probably comes in and ruins everything, most likely at a time when Alastor starts to get some sort of understanding on his own feelings and seeing Vox practically become infatuated with Valentino really leaves a void in his own heart.

Of course he wants to support Vox in his endeavors but... Valentino? Out of all people?

Alastor is most likely disgusted by even the thought of Valentino and seeing Vox so happy and eager with him sets. Him. Off.

A lot of arguments now, harsh words and such and really it's from Vox as he's confused and lost as to Alastor's behavior. He probably picked up on it and asked multiple times just for Alastor to brush him off every time so now that smoke is in the air everything is coming out.

Vox probably would confess he's in love with Alastor in this argument, tears, crying and all and Alastor can't help the way he feels about it

He feels he's at fault, and his airy silence doesn't help with all the anguish in the air already

He's scared. He loves Vox as well but something about the situation makes it hard for Alastor to swallow all the information and this leads to the 7 year disappearance

This mother fucker definitely leaves without saying a single thing to Vox and that hurts Vox more than anything else.

What else can Vox do without a single letter or sign as to where his friend went and of course he's going to know he's the reason to a certain extent

It definitely hurts both of them, like... World shattering.

Vox has no choice but to go to Valentino.

I can't help but analyze how Vox seemed... Happy? That he thought Angeldust quit when Valentino was raging. Vox does not love this man...

He of course knows about the things Valentino does... Or maybe... He doesn't? Like maybe he has an idea but he hates to think about it... He's never around when it actually happens to someone?

Valentino probably...has even done things to Vox himself?

Maaaannn like I said these aren't canon ofc but now I'm just rambling. Vox probably goes through similar ways of abuse from Val but he just puts up with it like everyone else? I can see him being so broken behind closed doors and when he's in front of others he puts on the cocky persona of his. It's something he's picked up from Alastor, smiling was a tactic all on its own.

He's unconscious of it but Vox thinks of Alastor all the time; when he wakes, when he works, etc etc and I think that in very little ways Alastor does the same thing.

Alastor definitely thinks of Vox often but he's so much better at hiding it. These two are so broken when they are alone.

I'm hoping they talk more about these two but OMG imagine so heartfelt ass communication after so maybe years... They definitely need it, to air out everything

And imagine that while they are Vox is speaking and Alastor is adamantly listening as he's always done and before he even knows it he's leaning forward, closer and Vox doesn't necessarily realize it until Alastor is just a breath away.

Tbh Alastor wouldn't even know what he was doing, it's like he's doing it unconsciously...no thoughts in mind and when Vox stops for a moment and just right then everything just seems to make sense? Alastor looks at him as if there's nothing but him and Vox would return the gaze before they closed in with a kiss

It's not just a little kiss either, it's one that starts off soft and gentle and leads into something hotter... Something raunchy as they cling to each other and hold each other.

Someone drew a pick with Vox being pinned against the wall by Alastor while kissing and I'll tag them (HERE) when I find them again but yeah it's like that.

It's like Alastor is letting off steam that's been trapped inside him for all those years even prior to his disappearance and he wants to be careful and gentle but he's... Excited, happy to have Vox in his arms again so he gets rough, biting, nipping, sucking until Vox seems to just completely become goop against him because in reality this is all he's wanted from Alastor... To be close to him, to hug him, to kiss him...

To help him, to protect him, to watch him grow and grow together with him.

Alastor still struggles with admitting it but he's just as happy to be with Vox too. (It's giving soulmates?? Soulmate AU ANYONE??! I'LL WRITE IT? PAY ME AND ILL START IT TODAY???!!! Support a disabled writer and I'll write whatever you want!~ current commission status: 3/5 stories to be done which I'll be working on right after this post)

Ahem...

But anyway they are married your honor!

I can see Vox coming to the Hotel after he manages to break free of Valentino. Maybe running off and disappearing on him and pulling an Alastor while Valentino rages at everyone else to find him. Velvet is broken between helping and not.

Vox coming to the hotel would be a shit fest to start off but... He is actually really helpful, and he takes the time to rebuild a connection with Angeldust and Alastor and he seems just so much more... Happy and genuine? And sometimes when Alastor notices he can't help but show a genuine smile as he admires Vox.

They would eventually come together to help publicize the hotel and WOAH are they banging!

The radio demon and TV demon have come together to help some crappy hotel rehabilitate sinners? Holy shit!

They reel people in from all over for various reasons whether it be fangirls shipping them or people actually wanting help and to grow...

They are happy together but...

Valentino and whoever is on his side of things definitely managed to also pick up on the sudden booming aura coming off of that hotel and maybe...maybe they'll pay a visit.

One that reminds Vox of everything that Valentino did to him and OMG imagine Vox having a panic attack or something, running off because he knows it's Val? Leaving Alastor to go hunt for him?

A fight would be interesting.

Alright alright, imma shut up.

I wrote this write the angst in mind but of course I rambled hahah. Either way, I said what I said. ÙwÚ

If you made it this far follow? Reblog? Comment???

MWAH 💋

- A

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[tundrakatiebean]

So like I know my childhood was a bit fucked up because of how my parents are/were. I started figuring that out when I was like 11. But for the second time this year I’m reading a book about an absolutely wildly fucked up family situation now that the daughters who ended up writers despite their parents are old enough and settled enough to write their memoirs. I expected to go “wow that’s fucked up! glad I didn’t go through that,” and I AM but a lot of it is also me looking at a page describing some of the most immature avoiding bullshit I’ve ever seen and seeing my own family’s words thrown back at me. Absolutely wild.

#Katie is rambling 2k24 #me at past me: damn bitch you lived like this?? #good work hun you got through a lot of stuff you shouldn’t have needed to #we can heal together now #currently reading: Windwaker by Suzanne Heywood #previously read: The Glads Castle by Jeannette Walls #it’s one of those things where I see a similar situation from the outside happening to someone else #and I’m suddenly like ‘oh yeah that is messed up isn’t it. I’m angry for this person. I should be angry for myself too’ #*glass castle I swear autocorrect gets worse by the day

[hobiebrownismygod]

VENOM - Part 3

Venom!Hobie x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Having a symbiote is a canon event, so Hobie brown must've had one of his own, right?

~1.6k words

TW: Blood, Cursing, Angst

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @s6onder @@d0ubl-tr0ubl3 @lauryn2558 @choccymilkdrinker @fiepige (concept credits!!)

Concept art by @levionok!!

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Where the fuck is he?

You'd been calling Hobie nonstop, the contents of the video file flashing through your mind as you searched for him. You drove around the city on your bike as quickly as you could, eyes scanning the roads and alleyways for any sign of your best friend.

After you'd kicked him out yesterday, you hadn't heard a single word from him. He hadn't picked up any of your calls, and you hadn't found him anywhere. Usually you'd at least see him swinging around the city, doing his thing as Spider-man. But you hadn't.

Not a single glimpse.

So where could he be?

"Excuse me, miss, this is gonna sound really weird but...have you seen Spider-man anywhere lately?"

"Spider-man? No..I actually haven't."

"Alright, thank you. Sorry for the bother." you nodded at the woman before zooming back onto the street, joining the traffic as your head began to hurt with worry.

Nobody else had seen him either.

You didn't know what to do. How were you supposed to find a man that obviously didn't want to be found? Or what if...what if something had happened to him? What if that symbiote had done the same thing to him that it'd done to all the other 'volunteers'?

You sped up, panic settling in the depths of your stomach. You felt like you were going to be sick. The thought of Hobie...losing himself to that thing...no, no, he was too strong for that. He wouldn't.

Right?

Suddenly, you slammed on the brakes, the bike coming to a halt as a flash of black flew right in front of you, too fast for you to make out what it was. You squinted as it moved farther into the distance.

Could it be?

"Hobie?" You whispered to yourself, eyes wide with fear. The flash had been a figure, a human figure, pitch black with snow white eyes, mixing into the rest of its body like running mascara. Without a second thought, you kickstarted the bike, following the figure as it swung through the city, in a pattern eerily similar to the movements you'd seen Hobie practice so many times as Spider-man.

It was him...but it wasn't him.

You were struggling to keep up with the figure, already accelerating past the speed limits and having to swerve between lanes and other vehicles. But you couldn't lose him...if you did, you might never find him again.

The figure swung onto a tall building, hitting it with a powerful crash, causing some rubble to fall down to the pavement below, eliciting yells from those situated under it. You took your eyes off the figure for a moment to get out of the way of the debris, but when you looked back up, the figure had disappeared.

"No, no, no!" You exclaimed, stopping in your tracks, looking around furiously as you scanned the sky for any sign of him. "Fuck!"

Taking your helmet off, you threw it onto the ground in frustration, breathing heavily as you tried to calm yourself down. You couldn't make a scene. Taking a deep breath, you looked back up at where the figure had made contact with the building. Claw marks.

That's a start.

You got off the bike and began to walk down the street, looking up at the other buildings. "Come on...there has to be more" you muttered under your breath, turning around in the middle of the street. Your gaze landed on a building, maybe a 100 feet in front of you, with the same large gashes on the side.

You approached the building, and then you saw more, these ones on the edge of the roof of an apartment. A girl was standing outside on its balcony, looking utterly confused. You gave her a nervous smile before you continued to search.

You found yourself following a trail of, not only claw marks, but holes that looked like they were made by spikes, and faint footprints...but could you really call them footprints? They didn't look like footprints. More like giant dents in the pavement, always coming in groups of four, two in the front and two in the back.

As the scratches and dents increased, you realized you were approaching an alleyway, a skinny, dark one, with a few larger garbage bins blocking the entrance. You were about to continue your search down the street, but then you noticed the scrapes on the concrete below the containers.

He was here. He had to be.

Using all your strength, you pushed the bin to the side with a grunt, making space for yourself to squeeze through.

At the end of the alleyway was that figure, huddled up and facing a corner. You watched in horror as the darkness covering the figure disappeared, as if it was just melting away. Underneath it...was Hobie.

You were about to call out his name when you heard something. Sniffling.

"Please, please stop doing this" he whimpered out.

You walked a little closer, staying as silent as humanly possible. He hadn't seen you yet. As you approached him, you noticed he was talking to something. A...head. But it wasn't a human head, no, it was the head of the figure you'd seen jumping through the city, with its giant white eyes and midnight black skin, except this time you could also make out a mouth full of sharp white teeth, pointed like those of a dragon.

"Get out of my head-"

"We're not in your head...we're real."

You froze. What was that voice? It was like a hiss, the kind of voice a snake would have if animals could speak. The kind of voice you'd hear in your nightmares. And it looked like a nightmare, smiling up at Hobie, trying to convince him of...whatever it was trying to do.

"We're hungry..." it hissed. "We should eat another"

Another?

"No" Hobie sobbed, falling to his knees. You'd never seen him look so defenseless before. Whatever this thing was, it was hurting him. Badly. "Just get out, GET OUT!" He yelled out, grabbing at the thing. The head, you realized, was connected to Hobie's chest by a long, pitch black neck, for lack of a better word. It dodged out of his grasp and elongated, wrapping around him tightly.

Hobie struggled, and you watched in horror as the face held him up, squeezing him so hard he looked like he'd break. "We can't get out now...we are one." The face opened its mouth, revealing a long, disgusting tongue, licking at Hobie's face as he sobbed. "One."

It hissed before closing its mouth, knocking its head against Hobie's and throwing him back. The head slithered back towards him, sinking into his chest and disappearing, leaving Hobie shaking. He curled up against the wall, hands over his head.

You decided this was your chance to approach him. You slowly walked towards him, staying slightly crouched. You could hear him crying softly, face hidden behind his arms.

"Hobie?" you whispered out.

He looked up and you jumped. He looked horrible. His face was stained with blood, lips cracked and bleeding, dark circles under his eyes and oh god...his eyes...they looked so big and watery and miserable that you just wanted to hold him and tell him it was all going to be okay.

But you couldn't promise that.

"No...no y'can't be here" he whispered, backing up as you approached him, eyes darting to the side as if he was looking for some sort of escape. "hey, hey its gonna be okay" you replied softly, kneeling down in front of him.

"What happened to you?" You asked softly, reaching your hand out towards his face. He leaned in to your touch, hot tears beginning to form again. Suddenly he jerked back. "You have to go." He said nervously, pushing you away as he struggled to stand up, shaking. "You have to go!"

"What?" you stood up with him, putting your hands on his arms and looking up at him concernedly. "Hobie, I know what's going on, I know what that thing's doing to you-"

"Its gonna hurt you" he sobbed, falling back against the wall for support. "Please, it's gonna hurt you, you need t'get out of here, please" he cried.

"Hobie, I know what it is, I know what it's doing to you-"

"I-I can take care of m'self, you need to go-" suddenly, he clutched at his head, letting out a yell. You backed up out of fear as he convulsed, clawing at his hair. "Hobie!" You grabbed his hands to stop him from tearing his own skin, "-There's nothing there, there's nothing!" You told him, trying to hold him down.

"NO-NO-" He yelled out, punching and clawing.

Suddenly, he stopped. He fell silent, eyes closed.

Then he crumpled to the floor.

"Hobie!" You fell to your knees next to him, turning him over and trying to shake him awake. Tears were beginning to form in your own eyes as you begged him to get up. "Please, wake up, Hobes please" you whispered, cupping his face in your hands and shaking him.

Then you heard a quiet hiss. Strands of black began to cover him like vines, wrapping around his arms, legs and chest. You tried to rip them off, but you couldn't stop them. Stumbling back you watched as the darkness covered him completely, morphing him back into that same figure you'd seen before.

Except this time...there was more.

The black skin erupted in spikes, covering his shoulders, spine and hands, sharp as crystals. His eyes opened slightly and he looked over at you, a tired look on his face. "Y/N..." he croaked out, lifting his arm to reach out towards you.

The black crawled up his neck, vines enveloping his mouth and face until it was like he was wearing a mask, not a single inch of skin visible.

"Hobie..." you whispered, shaking your head as you pushed yourself back.

"Y/N..." he repeated, eyes closing.

Suddenly, they swung open, the whites of the mask having covered them completely.

"Run."

A/N: Lol cliffhanger. Next part will probably be the last one. Hope y'all enjoyed this <3 Also it's taking me a lot longer to get posts out cuz midterms are kicking my ass so sorry for the delay :(

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spiderman atsv #atsv #miles morales #spiderman #atsv hobie #across the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #spider punk #venom!hobie #venom symbiote #venom #venom x reader #hobie #astv hobie #hobie brown headcanons #hobie my beloved #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #spiderverse hobie #astv #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #hobie brown x y/n #spiderpunk #atsv brainrot #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader

[lfghughes]

from the same anon who asked for the jealous tkachuk :))

would love to see Quinn in a similar situation. He seems to be such a calm and collected person, I wonder how he would be jealous / in a situation where he needed to protect his girlfriend.

a/n: a big thank you for requesting this one too because quinny ugh my heart !!

warning: alcohol, fighting

Quinn was typically the calm and collected one. You’ve watched enough games of his to know that he didn’t put up with anything and you’ve seen his fights during games but outside of that he was just…Quinn. He was sweet and to himself. You would probably describe him as a go with the flow kind of guy. That was one of the things you loved about him. The fact that he would get irritated by your endless talking but he was still sweet about it.

Even now as you two were on vacation with his two brothers, you saw the fights the three of them would get in and the occasional playful wrestling matches but nothing could have prepared you for what happened later that night.

You’re not sure whose idea it was but it was decided you were all going out together with a group of their friends. They were all excited because the summer was here and everyone was finally able to get together for a night out. You were all surrounding the bar, a drink in your hand and Quinn was next to you sipping a beer and talking to Zegras. Or maybe you should say Zegras was talking his ear off and Quinn was listening and being polite.

“One of these dudes your boyfriend?” Some guy popped himself down in a stool next to you, leaning a little too close for comfort. “Uh yeah…” You mumbled, shifting in your seat as he looked at the crowd. “Let me guess, the pretty boy over there?” He nodded his head towards Jack. “Everything cool here?” You heard Quinns voice as he moved in closer, clearly he had ditched the conversation with Zegras the minute this guy had come over.

“Oh don’t tell me this dude is the one. You could do so much better.” He scoffed, clearly drunk and annoying. At this point Jack and some of the other boys had quieted down, Jack specifically watching his brother and seeing if he needed to step in. “I think it’s better if you get on out of here.” A clear warning from Quinn and you knew this could potentially turn ugly real quick. “Or what dude? A guy like you doesn’t know how to handle a girl like this.”

Jack moved in between, reading the situation clearly but Quinn pushed him out of the way. “Talk about her one more time and I’ll make sure you shut up.” The guy immediately got up from his seat and this time both you and Jack got in between. Jack pushing the dude back as you went to Quinn. “Babe, babe listen he is not worth it. Come on, let’s go home.”

You continued pushing him back until he finally turned around. There was silence for most of the way home and even when you got there and had changed into one of Quinns t-shirts to sleep in, he was still too quiet for your own liking. Climbing into his lap, you felt his arms instinctively go around you and you knew he wasn’t mad at you and that he was just upset from the situation.

“Talk to me, what are you feeling?” You asked, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. “He’s right. You could do so much better but when he said those things I hated the idea of you with someone else.” You immediately shook your head at him “Shh, don’t. I love you Quinn and we deserve each other. I love you and you don’t ever have to worry about that changing.”

#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes

[apollo-the-story-teller]

Ok so the whole Ramon showing Fit the bunker

Firstly I do not hold anything to Ramon for showing Fit, where I believe that Tubbo is correct in the less people even know it exists the better Fit really only had Ramon for awhile and it makes sense to me that he a child would show Fit But Tubbo is not okay with it, fine enough he only barely tried to confront Ramon but I think even he knows it makes sense from Ramon

But imagine that coming up in conversation, because in Fit lore and even in less private matters Fit is very secure in not getting possesed. But Tubbo doesn't even really know this.

Also this is one of the first things Tubbo has ever made effort to hide from anyone, Tubbo went from no secrets to an egg only secret quickly.

I have not said it on here very much but to me a lot of Tubbo's character conflict is that people do not tell him things. There are entire very important arcs that have gone unknown to Tubbo with little explanation from others.

Another thing to me this kind of felt like an opposite to the Resistance, Fit, Pac, Mike, and less so Bagi and Etoiles are all in the Resistance and so far Tubbo is having a room for all but Pomme in his bunker per each of those parents I think in the Resistance being a "Don't tell anyone" secret Tubbo could feel hurt that he's just anyone to Morning crew (I think this would have to be a very specific lore moment and I don't think it would happen but hey we love angst)

And the bunker kind of has that similar vibe, Fit left to knowing Tubbo was making a bunker but he didn't know anything about it, but that's it. Outside of saying he was going there because that's where Em and Sun went to hide in front of Phil and Fit Tubbo has not said anything.

I think Tubbo intends to tell those he's close that he's made one and that their kids are set up in there but I don't know if it'd be anything beyond that.

I personally wonder if we'll see Tubbo try to make it harder for people to enter it and to see if we see Fit and Tubbo talk about it

Once more people are valid in their feelings, Tubbo did establish this to be a certain way and Ramon especially as a child is valid in having told Fit (per the situation)

#qsmp ramon #qsmp #tubbo #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fitmc #fitmc

[leggerefiore]

cw: drabble, a little venty, loneliness as the theme

pairing: Volo/Reader

Loneliness was a bitter feeling.

There simply was no denying that.

Its very grip was icy and brutal on an already stressed mind. The words it whispered in one's mind could not be understated. A feeling that was haunting and solely exacerbated by seeing those around you so happily put together within their own groups.

Hisui was a lonely place.

Widely uninhabited by humans and filled to the brim with things that would seek to end one's life, the groups there were quite close-knit and quite callous towards outsiders. Someone unknown and foreign to the lands of familiarity would be given a scornful look and blamed solely for any unfortunate happenings, whether it was even possible for them to cause such a thing to occur.

You had wanted to believe that you had made friends. Your captain could be harsh, but there was a strange softness that you swore she held. The professor was kinder than most, having originally taken the most pity on your situation. Perhaps it was his position as another outsider coming through to aid one similar, though. The teenaged survey corps member had certainly taken something like an amicable feeling towards you, clearly happy to have more help in their unit. But, in the end, when you were kicked out. There was no one that could have saved you. The commander's orders were final.

No empty encouragement from your thought to be friends could save you from the offerings of the wilderness. The clans would reject you, too, unable to risk their standings with the Galaxy Team. You felt impossibly alone. The cold temperatures of Hisui ate at your body as a frigid feeling settled into your limbs. Your eyes closed. It felt hopeless. Where could you go? What could you do? The sun was slowly being consumed by the unsettling horizon.

You pressed your knees to your chest as your eyes burned. Why? Why were you blamed for this? Because you fell from a portal? Why not blame that eccentric Warden in the Highlands, too, then? You tried to wipe away the tears that poured endlessly. It was as pointless as your attempts to earn a good standing within the Galaxy Team. Why had... Whatever that being was that brought you here? To suffer? A hiccup left you. Everyone looked at you as if you were a monster. Another sob wretched your throat. Why? It was all you could think of. This situation felt insurmountable.

A hand unexpectedly began to rub your back. You tensed and turned your head around to see who it was. The odd merchant stared down at you with a solemn expression. You felt worse knowing that someone was seeing you in such a horrid state. Trying to curl more into yourself, you hated that you had even been pushed into such a mindset. Volo sat down beside you with a sigh. Something seemed to be running through his mind when you dared sneak a peek at him.

He closed his eyes for a moment. “… People are truly cruel, aren't they?” His voice was a departure from its usual volume and cadence, “I heard the news already. A good merchant knows well the importance of staying abreast all the latest news.” You felt like shrivelling up more inside. It was spreading around that you were the cause of the situation with the sky. How long until the whole of Hisui blamed you and saw you as a threat? Surely then, even those with whom you found friendships would shove you away. Your reaction drew something out in Volo. Something distant in his mind. His hand came to rest on your back.

Grey eyes stared out onto the water below. “My…” the blond sighed, “Nothing hurts quite like this, does it? Being rejected by those around you for something completely out of your control—being seen as a threat or strange for simply existing as you are.” You shifted to look at him properly again at his words. Blinking, you considered them carefully. Was Volo... familiar with your situation? He seemed far too amicable to ever find him in something like you were in.

“… You are not alone,” his hand came to cup your cheek, “I can assure you that much.” His thumb wiped away a few stray tears as you met his gaze. Something in it felt so different from the usual gaze they drew. “… Why must we experience these painful and heartbreaking things? It is unfair, isn't it?” Volo seemed to truly understand your thoughts at that moment, “… But worry not. There are still corners of the Hisui region where we can stash you away in secret. I know a spot that will be the perfect hideaway. Leave it all up to me!”

His hand moved to grasp your hand instead. You squeezed it softly. There were callouses on the skin, yet its warmth was more than comforting. Your cheek radiated with that same heat. More was spreading, however. You followed along as he began to lead you through the region with expert knowledge.

However, he did say one last thing, before you two departed.

“… Would it not be nice to create a new, better world without all this pain?”

You almost felt inclined to agree.

#pokemon x reader #volo x reader #pokemon volo x reader #volo/reader #pokemon/reader

[gothic-thoughts]

Hey! Do you plan on doing an Exes2LoversAU with Zoro part 2 where they go though a similar situation three years ago, and reader fears the the same thing happens again where he’ll leave her, but this time, he doesn’t (the reader probably gained some kind of abandonment issues from last time)

Ouuu, I like that. I didn't even have an idea for a part two fr

For the those who don't know, Part 1 is Right Here

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(A/n): Thanks for the request and sorry it took so long, know that I saw it I just couldn't think of a scenario.

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No One Left Behind? (Part 2)

Roronoa Zoro x Black Fem Reader Angst (Fluff)

Exes2LoversAU, PirateAU

CW: Reader learning to trust Zoro again, robbery

TW: abandonment issues??

Word Count: 1050 (give or take)

Previously:

“I know you work alone, but just think about it.”

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Zoro was sitting in another bar after helping Nami save her town. The crew sailed for a while before stopping at this island where the ex-pirate hunter was now indulging himself with a bottle of wine, but he stood out more than he would've liked to. You walk into the same bar, but you recognize those three swords anywhere.

You continue walking casually, pulling out your new dagger while you walk up to his barstool from behind. Once you were close enough, you poke the blade into his lower back and rest your chin on his right shoulder. Zoro’s eyes look to your face, his body still motionless. 

“Long time no see again, Roronoa.” You whisper in his ear.

“It seems you have a knack for showing up when I least expect it.”

“Well, I gotta keep the pirate hunter on his toes; you might lose your edge.”

“I've faced stronger opponents than you, and I'll continue to do so." Zoro says, with a smirk, taking another swig of his wine.

You chuckle as you tuck the blade into your boot before sitting on the barstool to his right. 

“Guessing you're not in this town because you knew I was here.”

"I could say the same about you; why are you here? You following me now?"

“Tch, following you? You wish. I was on this island first; I saw your floating clubhouse pull in just yesterday.”

"Hm. You didn't answer my question." He raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" 

“You know I go where the wind takes me. Literally. But I’m in this bar specifically for a lead.”

“Lead? You a detective now?”

“Relax, it’s for my own best interest.”

“Thank god, thought you might’ve been turned into some kind of saint.”

“Call it payback,” You say, taking a shot, “Some dickhead stole an entire pouch of berry from me in here yesterday. Was kinda hoping he’d come back.”

"And how'd you let that happen? You getting soft on me?"

“Go ahead, laugh.” You chuckle before taking another shot, “Not one of my proudest moments. The bastard lives in some big, fancy inn.”

“Inn, huh?” Zoro chuckles, sipping more wine, "You must be pretty desperate if you're going after someone who lives in an inn."

“Must you think so low of me, Roronoa? It's a luxury inn, meaning he's loaded; which is why I wanna know why he stole my shit.”

“I guess that means you're gonna have to find out." He asks, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed. Though...”

“Though?”

“If you're not busy with your little pirate club, you could help me get it back.”

He chuckles, “You...need help?”

“It's high class, so it'll be crawling with security, I bet. And besides, we haven’t seen each other since last time I wanted to kill you, so it'll be a....bonding...exercise.”

Zoro raises an eyebrow at your comment, a small smile on his lips.

"When do you want to go?"

“Ten.” You stand from your seat, putting a dollar on the bar for the bartender, “Can I trust you to meet me outside the Inn at 10 pm? Or do I have to deal with another heartbreak and drag you from your pirate friends?"

He smirks, "Kicking and screaming?"

"I would hope so. I mean, if it's okay with your captain, of course.”

Zoro finishes off his bottle of wine and then gets up from his seat.

“You have my word.” He says, tossing some coins on the bar before making his way towards the exit.

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At 10pm, I was leaning on the wall outside the Inn, looking back and forth down the road, waiting for Zoro to round the corner. I groan in annoyance with myself before kicking a stray bottle near me, and when it breaks in the middle of the road, I swear under my breath for possibly alerting any guards inside as I start to pace back and forth, trying to console myself down.

"I knew it!" I chuckle in disbelief, "Just like when he left the first time. Ugh, can't believe I trusted him again!"

I punched the wall a couple times before kicking over a barrel, breaking and stepping into it with the heel of my boot.

"Fine." I pull my sword, squeezing the handle tightly. "I should've just handled it my-damn-self."

I take a deep breath, preparing to go through whatever happened inside, no matter how many guards there were between me and my stolen berry. I hear heavy boots stepping against the cobblestone, and I groan loudly, thinking it was passersby that didn't need to get in the way. But when I turn to the sound, I see Zoro approaching with one hand in his pocket and the other on one of his three swords. It was 10:10.

"Sorry, I'm late." He stops a couple inches from me, "You okay?"

"I...." My eyebrows furrow, and my brain fogs with confusion, "You....came?"

"I gave you my word."

"I don't know what your word is worth. We were enemies, remember?"

"Fair. Well, my word is my law—my promise."

"Then where the hell were you?"

"Well, coming out this late had me getting a lot of questions...."

"....Mm."

"And then I took a wrong turn when I got off the boat."

"I...." I stutter, looking away from him as the grip on my sword loosens, "Believe you."

"You sure you're okay? If you're not up to it, I could always get the money back while you wait here."

I snap out of it and look at him, "Don't you 'damsel-in-distress' me! I invited you, and I can handle myself. I just needed someone to watch my six."

"I know, cuz I wasn't going to. And look...I don't know if I said this when you found me at that bar," Zoro says, locking our eyes with a glance, "But I'm not leaving you again. Not if I can help it."

"...And if you can't help it?"

"I'll learn."

I stammer, not knowing how to respond as my heart races. I clear my throat and look at the Inn's front door, gesturing for Zoro to come closer. He gives a dark smirk as he moves, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger.

"Shall we?"

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(A/n): dropping a part 3 cuz I can raaahhh

#zoro x reader #zoro fluff #zoro angst #black writers #x black reader #x black fem reader #black reader #opla zoro #zoro opla #one piece live action #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x black reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x black reader #one piece zoro #one piece

[under-lore]

It was strange to me that in-universe monsters who saw humans can't recognize frisk by apparence in the genocide route

Is there any explanation of that?

I get that probably is a reference about chara being soulless (since they definitely are with you in that route) and that the player is becoming a like Flowey but in-universe that's weird

Indeed, it is about Chara.

In all parts of the genocide route, there is a certain recurring theme regarding the way some monsters happen to describe Frisk. Even mentioning it as inhuman-like or failing to easily recognise them as such.

However, those instances are not so much tied to Frisk themself, but rather to the way their body is handled and behaves, which contrasts with what those monsters expect of a normal human behavior.

To be exact, the thing that makes monsters react that way is seeing Chara in control of Frisk's body in opposition to just Frisk themself (and the player, of course.) as Chara does not get so assertive in controlling Frisk in other routes.

For instance, Sans sees Chara controlling Frisk near the lamp. Papyrus sees it when Chara walks Frisk straight through the puzzles, Chara is in control when approaching Asgore, etc...

Papyrus is the one monster that actually elaborates just a little bit more in what seems to feel so wrong with the way Frisk's body is moving when Chara controls it :

He describes it as "shambling about".

As Chara was only just very recently brought back to life by Frisk's side, it actually seems quite reasonable that Chara would not be very used to controlling Frisk's body yet. As such, their movements would appear to be somewhat sluggish, likely dragging their feet or with larger heavier steps. A way to walk that, although easier to control for Chara, simply looks really odd for say, the monsters.

The game only gives vague details on what the differences are depending on who controls the body, but those are at least noticeable enough to truly stand out.

They certainly look human, but the way they act does not feel very human or very, say, very "organic". To an outside observer, it just doesn't look right compared to how Frisk trods around when in full control of their own body.

In short, they just look a little bit weird and not all that human-like in a maybe even somewhat creepy manner. This sentence sums it up pretty well.

As Sans put it, this description the game has implicitely made of it looks almost like something that's pretending to be human. Which seems to explain the strange lines in which monsters hesitate regarding Frisk's nature.

If the concept is still difficult to grasp, you could potentially compare it to the way Kris moves at the end of the Deltarune chapters. While the situation is not quite the same between the two games, the way Kris moves in those cutscenes also kinda feels wrong, shambling about in a description not so different from the one Papyrus made.

There is also another really clever side to this, the plural community, who reports experiences of bodysharing in real life, also claims that the other identities usually struggle to move the body on their own at first.

As the number of similarities between NarraChara and a plural system is already large enough by itself to suspect an intentional inspiration on Toby's part, It wouldn't be surprising for Papyrus' words here to have been a specific reference to that detail. In that case, Toby would have done his homework quite well.

Of course, there are plenty of other reasons to make those comments about Frisk's inhuman vibe be as specific as they are in the game, such as foreshadowing or potential hints at Chara's situation like you brought up. But those are out of the scope of the ask. From an in-world perspective, the main thing that causes this change appears to be tied to the times where Chara has control of the body.

#undertale #undertale theory #frisk #chara #deltarune #kris #sans #papyrus #asgore #frisk undertale #chara undertale #asgore udertale #sans undertale #papyrus undertale

[our-aroace-experience]

Hi! So this is probably going to be a long and messy rant, but I had a fight with my allo friends recently about the feelings I have for a co-worker, and I just want to know what fellow aroace people think about this situation.

For context: I have a coworker that I have feelings for, but I'm not sure exactly *what* those feelings are. I spent a long time overthinking whether my feelings where platonic or romantic, and I decided to tell my best friends so I could get their help or support.

When I mentioned my coworker has a partner, my friends shut me down completely.

They told me to forget about it, that I shouldn't be friends with my coworker, and that I needed to keep a distance from said coworker.

I explained to them that I just wanted to be friends. I told them I didn't want a romantic relationship with my coworker, I wanted a fully platonic relationship, similar to the one I currently have with my best friends.

None of it mattered. My friends were more concerned with how my coworker's partner would view the friendship.

They said since my coworker is in a relationship it doesn't make sense to spend time with them one on one outside of work. They even went so far as to say if my coworker developed feelings for me it would put my coworker in a tight situation.

It felt like they were saying if I felt romantic attraction then that meant something was going to happen, even though I have zero interest in a romantic relationship. And it felt like they were putting a stranger first before putting me, their friend, first. So I tried to further explain my feelings and why I was so confused about everything.

And my friends said that if I saw my coworker as just a friend then I shouldn't be questioning my feelings :')

I was heartbroken because in almost a decade of friendship this was the first time that I felt my friends didn't respect, or at the very least didn't understand, my aromanticism.

I feel like I can never talk to my best friends about this type of stuff ever again. And how am I suppose to? I can't express how much their reaction hurt me.

They said I was overthinking things, and they're right about that, but my friends also don't understand how much of a big deal this was to me.

They even kept conflating my aromanticism with my asexuality and making comments about my aceness, even though asexuality wasn't apart of the conversation at all. I know 100% I am not sexually attracted to my coworker. The question was whether I'm platonicly attracted or romantically attracted. And even if my feelings are romantic, I don't want a romantic relationship.

I want to be friends with my coworker. I want to hang out with them and learn more about them. Is that really such a crime when I don't fully understand my feelings?

I guess what I want to know is, am I in the wrong here? In this situation, am I the problem?

i don’t see why being friends with someone would be bad, but i hope it’s worked out for you!

#our aroace experience #aroace asks #aromantic #asexual #aro #ace #aroace #aro pride #ace pride #long post

[dark-dimare]

Imagine seven year old Luffy seeing some baby animals (maybe wolves?) play-biting out of affection and deciding to do the same. So he goes up to Ace and just gently *nom*.

Ace is confused, cause what? He asks, and Luffy just says that he saw someone else do that to their siblings. Ace, not realizing that Luffy saw baby /animals/ play-bite their sibling, and runs with it. After all, Luffy has the most experience with kids their age between the two of them. (Sabo’ as experiences don’t count to them because “Nobles are weird”)

So the two (or three if it happens before Sabo’s accident) just start biting each other as a way of showing affection. No big deal, just average wild child stuff, only it continues once they’ve set out and gathered crew.

I imagine Ace ended up gathering the Spades in a similar manner to Luffy, one by one kind of way but no more than two at a time. By the time the next Spade joined, the previous one was not only accustomed to but joined in with affectionate biting. It wasn’t much, or often, but still present enough.

Ace doesn’t even realize that it’s not a normal thing until after he joins Whitebeard, when he affectionately bites Thatch for bringing him food. A whole shenanigan-esque scene happens where they try to explain to Ace that No, humans do not tend to bite each other in affection outside of lovers in intimate situations. Once it finally sinks in, all he can say is “Oh no, my brother’s poor crew.”

Luffy doesn’t hesitate to affectionately bite his nakama, and they just take it as part of him, just like how he’s rubber. It mainly becomes a thing when the other Straw Hats start doing it as well.

Zoro, I imagine, would be the first, and would first do it to Sanji. Like, he just woke up from a nap, and sees Sanji handing him a bottle of booze. So, as thanks, he instinctively gives Sanji a gentle nip on his wrist as he takes the bottle. Sanji is so shook he doesn’t even start a fight over it, and just numbly walks over to the girl(s). “You know how Luffy keeps biting us?” “Yeah, he’s like a damn mosquito, only he doesn’t draw blood.” “Zoro just bit me. Like how Luffy does.” “…What?”

From there, it spreads. Gentle nips as thanks, worried noms for those injured, soft bites as just general “I’m glad you’re here”. Every one of the Straw Hats bite each other. (I imagine Brook has a bone in particular that he lets them nom on because he’s so tall, and they don’t want to upset him by making him feel like a chew toy, and it just has various teeth marks simply because of how many times they’ve gently bit him. He’s very thankful for it, because on nights when he can’t sleep because he’s suddenly thrown mentally back into isolation, he can feel their marks on his bone and remember that he will never be alone as long as they live.)

The Whitebeards are thrown through a loop if/when they meet a small crew captained by their Second Division Commander’s precious baby brother, and finds that a l l of them have the same way of showing affection, and none of them brought up how weird it is.

(If Sabo was still around when Luffy came to this conclusion, I imagine it’d gotten stuck in Sabo’s instincts to nom with affection. Koala is the first -and only for a long time- person he bites, and she doesn’t question it because “maybe it’s an amnesia thing? Like him not even knowing his name?”, and doesn’t even bring it up. The others only find out once Hack gets bitten for delivering a tired and hungry Sabo a snack after training. “You know I’m not food, right?” “Yeah?” “So then why did you bite me?” “I bite Koala all the time?” “I thought it was an amnesia thing, is it not?” “No, it’s not even really a human thing, with some very age-specific exceptions.” “Huh. Normally, I just feel like biting, so I bite. Normally, it’s a ‘I’m glad you’re here’ or ‘hello/goodbye’ bite. That was a ‘thank you’.” “…all right.”)

#one piece #asl trio #portgas d ace #monkey d luffy #sabo #op whitebeard pirates #op straw hat pirates #straw hat pirates #Sabo is somehow more feral then the Revolutionaries thought #it started off with brothers #chewing on brothers #and now it’s evolved #the Spades chewed on each other #specifically because of Ace #who trusted Luffy #because he was raised by bandits in the mountains #Luffy literally saw baby animals chew on each other #and said Neat #inspired by my neurodivergent need to chew on things #and puppies #i temporarily had some and they would try to eat each other’s ears while playing #the one we kept still occasionally does it to his mama when they play #also technically inspired by dannyphantomexe #and his short video about neurodivergent affection #the straw hats are lucky no one’s shed blood yet #you know Luffy’s got a killer jaw strength #and Zoro literally holds and uses an entire sword in his mouth #he’s got jaw strength for days #then there’s Franky #who’s entire skull is practically mecha at this point

[withthewindinherfootsteps]

There are a lot of takes and tropes that bother me in the MDZS fandom, but don’t really bother me outside of it, and I’ve been wondering why that is for a while now. And I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s because of the way the MDZS universe, is portrayed, and the roles it plays in the story, when compared to those other pieces of media.

Because one thing I’ve noticed in fandoms I’m in is that people like having hope. Maybe bad things happened to the characters, yes, but surely there are lots of good people out there – maybe if something happens so that the abused character is brought up by them instead, things will turn out well! Or maybe if those people see what’s really happening with the misunderstood protagonist, everything will be ok!  

And it’s one thing to believe humanity is inherently good, or is inherently anything. And it’s definitely understandable that people want to believe that about humanity in a fictional universe, which can often function as a form of escapism But the thing with fictional universes is that they generally skew on one side of the spectrum, whether that side agrees with those views, or not. Pessimistic or optimistic, hopeful or hopeless.

And MDZS... is not an hopeful universe.

Now, that’s not saying there aren’t good people in it, or that we’re left with no possibility things could change for the better – the Juniors precisely embody that  hope! And a lot of the established characters are good people, it’s not saying it’s impossible. But generally, the view on society and societal structures, and the people inhabiting it from the top to the bottom, tends to be quite cynical. For evidence, just look at how all the clans reacted to the situation with Wei Wuxian and the Wen remnants, and how the one person who spoke up about it, Mianmian, was treated. I don’t think MDZS is making a case about how all leaders are corrupt, though some are, but it is making one about how most people will blindly follow the people in power and turn on anyone who opposes that, and how that can lead to mob mentality and false gossip and danger if that leader is corrupt. The fault and the problem is with the structures themselves. 

And because of that, it’s impossible to eliminate one thing that’s the problem. There’s no one person behind the state of the world, though some definitely take advantage of it, so you can’t get rid of Y factor in Z character’s life and make everything all right. For example, there are a lot of stories where Wei Wuxian is raised by the Lans or the Nies, and that somehow makes everything alright. And maybe something similar would work in other fandoms, where there is one nation or group of people that’s the problem – but the corruption here is society-deep. That would not solve the problem – the classism, the mob mentality, the dehumanisation and so on – because that’s how the world is going to be. Likewise, I also see AUs where people found out what the situation really was at the Burial Mounds and everyone went to band against the evil Jin Sect and help Wei Wuxian. But the Jins weren’t the only sect responsible, and if the sects didn’t know the situation before (though some people definitely did), they definitely knew after the siege – who threw the Wen remnants’ bodies into the Blood Pool, again? And that didn’t change their attitude at all. Because the Wens aren’t seen as human (there’s a reason they’re called Wen-dogs), they’re seen as less than that, and they’re seen as not deserving of life. Being ‘innocent’ doesn’t change that. 

Just because a similar premise works in other fandoms, where maybe there is one main thing that’s the problem, doesn’t mean it’ll work in all of them. And it certainly won’t here.

Again, the one person who spoke up in favour of Wei Wuxian protecting the Wens because maybe there was more to it? Ostracised. And in MDZS, people like Mianmian are most definitely presented as the exception, not the norm.

The MDZS world is not kind. And too much of the plot hinges on that for it to be easily changed.

(...And I do wonder if this thinking is a factor in people thinking Wei Wuxian rejects help too, or is bad at dealing with the situation involving the Wens, or the Golden Core, or anything else. Because if the world was kind, surely there wouldn’t be a reason not to ask for support, right? And because of that, people mistake his very sensible (and accurate) view of the clans in power for low self-esteem and being simple unwilling to ask.)

...This isn’t a condemnation of fix-its in MDZS. If you want to write one, great! But understand that in the universe you’re writing about, you can’t remove simply one thing, or one clan, or one person, and make everything ok. A story written with a premise like alternate clan adoption or people finding out what's actually happening can be great, if you remember the constraints of the universe you’re working within.

Some universes are hopeful, others are not. And you can’t have the same trope working exactly the same way in two on different ends of the spectrum.

#this is a REALLY meta meta huh #a meta on meta fandom culture... #...does that count or does it cancel out #also #this is NOT a comment on the human condition as a whole #maybe humans are inherently good maybe they're the opposite maybe they're nothing at all #but none of that affects how they're presented in the work of fiction you're engaging in #mdzs meta #cultivation world #i guess #or more accurately #The General State Of Humanity #fandom culture #mo dao zu shi #魔道祖师 #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #gdc #my meta

[innominaterifter]

The comments one person pointed out one interesting thing - a blind spot in my perception of people's reactions. This is really interesting, because this is not a constant blind spot: in some situations it is not there and I clearly predict human reactions to certain things; and in some situations it appears and distorts my forecasting.

And this is not an isolated case; such blind spots arise periodically in different situations.

I thought about why this happens and I have one hypothesis. As a neurodivergent person, I have no intuitive understanding of the possible reactions of average people to certain things.

Instead, I essentially had to memorize how people were likely to behave in a given situation. This was all unconscious, of course.

I remember now how I read books as a child and perceived the actions of the characters almost always with a certain surprise mixed with “Yeah, so this is how people react to such things... okay.”

(This is why I still get excited about books where I don't have to tell myself, "Don't freak out. Yes, these are illogical actions or strange actions for you, but that's what people do.")

Thus, I have developed the ability to predict the behavior of others and, accordingly, I can plan my actions in such a way that they will most likely lead to the reaction I need.

Practice shows that I can do this quite well.

At the same time, those situations where I do not engage in such planning often develop in a very surprising way for me.

Example: I absolutely accurately predicted the security guards' negative reaction to my roaches, but at the same time I expected that the convention participants would like them and was discouraged when this did not happen.

The planning approach requires a certain attitude towards the situation. Specifically, the use of masking, even if we are talking about thinking, some speculative situations.

As a result, I am always a little “outside” of the situation, there is always a feeling of an observer, and not a full-fledged participant.

In those cases when I don’t do this, but simply feel like myself and don’t try to disguise myself (or I do it much less, since many manifestations of masking are already so automatic that they are difficult to track), the accuracy of forecasts of the reactions of others drops significantly.

Another important thing is that I can afford not to use masking only in situations that I feel safe. A safe situation is largely about the expectation that I will be accepted by other people, the feeling that I am among my own people.

Often this feeling is deceiving. Just because two people have a commonality in a particular intersection does not mean that they have that commonality in others.

And as a result, when you stop or greatly reduce the level of disguise, it often turns out that you don't fit in enough. You too weird. Too unclear. Too different.

I fell into this trap in the sports section, in the tourist section, in the swimming section,

in the LGBT+ community, and now at dances, apparently the same thing is happening.

I think the same thing happened at the cosplay event. I planned my passage through security from the point of view of masking and the predictions turned out to be correct. I think the same thing happened at the cosplay event. I planned my passage through security from the point of view of masking and the predictions turned out to be correct.

But I automatically considered my participation in the convention as a get-together with “my people.”

And imagining how people would like insects, how interested they would be, I was as much myself as possible.

That's why I was wrong and why I was so surprised.

You know, it's similar to how superpowers work in the Worm. Power gives you an advantage, but at the same time, it takes something away from you. Also, the powers take shape based on some of the person’s vulnerabilities. Or they exploit these vulnerabilities, but in an unusual way.

I see a sad ironic parallel in the fact that my neurodiversity gives me the opportunity to more accurately predict the reactions of other people, but at the same time, the use of this “superpower” alienates me from people, does not allow me to feel the fullness of the moment, to feel myself in the flow of reality, and not watch him from the side.

And the more often I use this, the more difficult it is not to do this, since the result differs very much. If we continue the comparison with the flow, then in the second case you fully feel it, but you lose the opportunity to direct it or your movement in it in the right direction. Also, the more often you are in the role of an observer, the more difficult it is for you to refuse it.

(I took these photos this summer when I was visiting relatives)

#autistic things #autism #adhd things #adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #worm #parahumans #wormblr #worm web serial #superpowers

[acourtofthought]

I hate to admit this shit, but in view of the time when the Elain and Lucien story is being dragged along, and all of Azriel's openness in these last books... don't you think Sarah might be making this horrible thing happen?

I have a million reasons to believe in Az+Gwyn and Lucien+Elain, but I can't trust Sarah J Maas...

All these ships are possibilities after all.

Everything is a possibility until the book is written and released.

But usually SJM does not have two characters fall for one another in someone else's book while they are still mending a broken heart from a past relationship / love interest, not if those two characters are getting a book of their own.

I can't think of a single standalone dual pov book where it started off with the MMC and the FMC having already developed feelings for one another, having shared glances and a near kiss. Unless it was a second chance romance situation and those usually occur years after the fact.

Romance books usually involve two people who haven't met, two people who have met while it appears one despises the other, where it appears they both despise one another, where one friend is oblivious to their other friend having a crush on them.

While she absolutely could start the next ACOTAR book with Elain and Az both in love and wanting to be together, I don't see examples of this being how she writes her pairings, not ones getting their own standalone book.

As far as Elain and Lucien's story being dragged along.....it's been a long time coming of course....but has it been dragged along any more than it's needed to be in terms of what makes sense for the story?

Feyre got the first trilogy so it's pretty evident why Elain and Lucien didn't end up together there. I mean, Elain was still in love with Graysen in ACOWAR.

Nesta and Cassian met halfway through ACOMAF. Their bond was hinted at in his bonus, halfway through ACOMAF.

Nessian was the first plane to line up on the runway.

Elucien was mated at the end of ACOMAF.

Theirs was the second plane to line up on the runway.

Considering Nessian met first and Cassian was drawn to Nesta first and Elain's heart was spoken for when her bond with Lucien snapped, then doesn't it make sense that Nessian would be given the first spin-off since the introduction of their story did come before that of Elucien?

Doesn't it make sense that Nesta's story needed to come first because part of the sisters arc has been Nesta being overprotective of Elain and her needing to let go of her hold to find out who she was outside of her? Doesn't it make sense, as we were told "perhaps she was worried about disappointing you all" that Elain would not be ready to stand up for herself, consider leaving the NC or even get to know Lucien when she knew Nesta was struggling and had animosity towards him?

But Nesta left SF in a much better place (though I imagine it's still going to be an adjustment for her when Elain actually does leave the Night Court for good. It's the equivalent of a parent accepting their child is now an adult at 18 while living under their roof but still finding it hard to set them free when they head off to college).

Elucien's has been a long time coming in the real world as they were mated in 2016 but on their timeline, their journey so far has made sense. She was still mourning the loss of Graysen and her father in ACOFAS, she was still adjusting to becoming fae and losing her human life. And just as Nesta pushed Cassian away before her book, it makes sense that SJM has written a similar setup in Elain and Lucien, where it seemed there was hope for them at the end of the third book but there's not been a regression.

However, there is no longer anything preventing their story from moving forward.

Nesta has her mate and is no longer spiraling.

Nesta no longer hates Lucien the way she once seemed to.

Elain is no longer pining for Graysen.

Elain no longer seems to be as weighted down by the thought of disappointing them and is fighting back.

Elain is now offering to get her hands dirty and tackle the dangerous things.

I know some people point out that SJM isn't great at planning things out, that certain things are forgotten or dropped from storyline to storyline but I think her overall vision for the sisters journey is playing out exactly as she imagined it from the time their mates came onto the page in book 2.

She said she had been thinking about where she wanted them to go early on and has dropped seeds for them in every single book since.

Aside from her crush on Az, all Elain's plot related seeds and compatibility have been pointing in the direction of Lucien and I think we're about to see their story finally get the resolution it deserves. Because it is their story. No matter what E/riels think, the question has always been about the Elucien bond that Elain and Lucien share together.

Saying SJM loves her FMC more than her MMC seems to be forgetting how she's constantly gushing about Rowan, Rhys, etc. and is a strong indication that she's not setting any of them for disappointment. When she has written Lucien into every single book of the ACOTAR series and that cannot be said of Az. Feyre does share a friendship with Az but it was not half as developed as what she shared with Lucien and there is no reason to think Lucien is ending up as anything but her brother-in-law.

And there is no reason to think that her two remaining MMC leads would be walking away with anything but a happy mating bond.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #anti e/riel #pro lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #pro elain archeron #elain and lucien #elucien supremacy #acotar series

[neewtmas]

24 days of Appreciation

DAY 4

Good morning! It's day 4 of 24 Days of appreciation this december, where we shine a spotlight each day on those we appreciate in this fandom!

If you want to submit someone or something (for more info read here), you can do so here or just message me! If you wanna stay anonymous, either tell me or submit on anon.

Appreciation from me:

Today's appreciation is for @givemea-dam-break. I know you're not on tumblr a lot rn, so idk when you see this, but ofc I could never not make an appreciation post about you. I loveeee and adore everything have done for this fandom, whether it be your edits (heart-shattering, wonderful, fantastic, spectacular, the locklyle hands!!!!) or your fanfics. There is a reason why almost everything you've ever written is on my fic rec list, and imo you're in like the top three lockwood & co writers on this site. I'm not lying when I say that Touch is probably my favourite George x reader fic ever (at least top 3!!). Your feedback the fics I write is what keeps me going and it makes me so happy every time! I love that at this point we're also connected outside of tumblr and I get a little glimpse into your life. I just know that when we finally finish the collab fic (one day that will happen I swear lol) it will be the most iconic thing ever written. I am so grateful I get to know you, and I hope you're back soon! ily eden🫂💙

Appreciation from others (submissions):

from anon: Could I possibly submit @krash-and-co for the 12 days of appreciation thing you're doing? She is such a bright, bubbly, joyous person to be around. I love reading her posts because she always has such great ideas and hcs. She's so naturally funny! Her art style isn't my cup of tea, but she's sm better than me and it's super cute!! I honestly could easily imagine a cartoon or animation with her art style. And her writing, oh, don't get me started in her writing, MY GOD, her writing, the first time I read her work, I was awestruck by how similar to Stroud her writing was. Her fics are such a delight to read and her writing is genuinely so impressive. Definitely my favourite fic writer. I particularly adore the AU drabbles she writes because it's so interesting to see my blorbos in different situations. so exquisitely in a way we don't see in the fandom, I could go on and on about how much I love the way she writes. The talent she has is so impressive (allahumma barik), good at writing AND drawing!?!? Puh-lease!!

Show your appreciation and submit someone or something here :)

#24 days of appreciation #lockwood & co #lockwood and co

[onlyhereforthestories]

Even On The Worst Days, There's A Possibility For Joy (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Hey guys. As promised a fic by Wednesday and it's the one someone asked for yesterday. A little bit of fluff mixed in with the angst of yesterdays news. I don't know how active I'm going to be for the next couple days but I will get back to you all when I can.

You were coming back from team recovery when you finally got to look at your phone, you had heard some quite talk from some of the trainers that something big had happened in respects to one of the other teams competing in the tournament but not actually what that news was.

It didn’t take you long to find out after your phone was in your hand and switched on, you were faced with 23 missed calls and a number of texts that you couldn’t count. The thing you found both strange and worrying was not one of those calls or texts were from Alexia, she was your best friend and normally was the first to tell you when something happened.

Mapi had sent the most so she was the one you called back first, or at all being as the calls had all come from your club teammates at Barcelona. It took only one ring for her frantic voice to fill your ear. “Y/n have you seen yet? I know you had training and stuff that’s why I tried to call, well we all did. We hoped maybe the trainers had your phone but I see that’s not how it works.” She was rambling and that was really not a good sign, the woman was the most calming presence you had ever met. “It’s Alexia.”

Those two words froze you, they caused Mary who was walking just behind you to crash straight into the back of you as you stopped dead. “Mapi what do you mean its Alexia? What happened? I know the trainers here were talking about something big happening to one of the teams but please tell me you aren’t saying what I think you are saying.” You were speaking so quietly you weren’t sure if she could even hear you until you heard her faint voice speak in a similar tone.

“She’s hurt her knee, the trainers are pretty sure it’s her ACL. She’s off for scans now but she couldn’t put weight on it or anything. It’s bad y/n. She’s not playing.” Fuck. that’s the only word that was running round your mind for those few moments.

“This isn’t fair. She worked so hard for this. She’s worked so hard to get over that Champions league loss. She deserves this tournament.” You could feel the tears start to fall down your cheeks. “How did she seem?”

“She’s not okay, she was bottling it up. After she went down crying out she it was like this wall went up and she’s just been not present. I know she cried in the hotel because when I walked her out her cheeks were blotchy.” You didn’t need to hear this to know it was the reality of the situation. Alexia was always someone that showed strength over every other emotion, you knew it wasn’t going to do her any good right now.

“Text me where she is I’m going to get some personal time and go see her.” When Mapi agreed you headed straight for the trainer’s room, you were so caught up in the phone call you didn’t even hear or notice your national teammates asking what was going on or if you were okay.

An hour later and a short trip up to Buckinghamshire, you found yourself following one of the Spanish trainers to the private hospital room that held your best friends and the woman you had been in love with for the past 3 years, not that she knew that. When he stopped outside a door and motioned to it you knew it was the one that held the broken woman.

Taking a deep breath you knocked and entered, the sight that greeted you was one you with you never had to see again. Alexia was staring at the celling with faint tear marks running down her cheeks, her left leg was propped up on pillows and she looked in a whole world of discomfort.

“Ale?” You took some tentative steps towards her. “Hola, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry isn’t enough and how are you is silly. This isn’t fair Ale.” You were by her side by the time you got your words out. You knew nothing you could say would help the woman at the moment anyway.

“Just hold me.” The vulnerability in her eyes and her voice when she turned to say that to you shocked and hurt you. You had never seen the woman like this, her eyes were so sad.

You reached forward and ran your thumb over her cheek a few times before sliding that hand behind her neck and down to her shoulder blades. With it there you urged her forward with a slight push, when she understood she sat up and allowed you the room you wanted to slide in behind her. Once you situated yourself right you tugged her shoulder back so she could lay against you and you wrapped her up as best and as tight as you could in your arms. That when the dam broke for her, the sobs racked her body and shook you both. The heartache of her current situation was finally being let out and all you could do was whisper sweet words in her ear and hold her tighter.

You were glad you couldn’t really see her face right now because you know it would have broken you and you needed to be strong for her right now, you needed to be the one to hold her together while she let all the bottled up emotions out. “I’ve got you, let it all out Ale. I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere. I promise no matter what I’m not going anywhere.”

After about 10 minutes of this you could finally feel her body relaxing in your hold. The final little bit of tension broke for her when she ran her hand along your arm and intertwined her fingers with yours. You felt her shoulders sag and her head drop backwards onto your shoulder all at once. No words needed to be shared between the two of you, you both just needed the comfort of each other’s body warmth and care for the time being.

You don’t know how much time passed before you felt the woman’s breathing even out but you didn’t care. You would leave her until you knew she was going to be okay anyway, so you shuffled a little being careful of the brown haired beauties poorly leg and got yourself into a position you could sleep in yourself. You placed a kiss to the woman’s hairline whispered a quiet te amo and drifted off yourself.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for when you heard the voices that slowly pulled you out of your slumber. You blinked your eyes a couple of times and momentarily forgot where you were and why there was someone n you. That moment was short lived as the memories came flooding back and you knew that the woman you loved was about to go through the toughest time in her career.

You took a few seconds to run you hand through the still sleeping woman’s hair and press a couple kisses to places you could reach before you turned to acknowledge the voices in the room.

“Hola.” It was Alba and Eli, you didn’t even think about the fact that they would have already been here ready for the tournament.

“Hola y/n, how is she?” Eli was the one to speak but you could stop looking over at Alba who had an expression on her face you couldn’t quite read, it was like a mix between smiley and hard.

Focusing back on the conversation with the pairs mother, you told them what you knew. “ACL tear I believe, when I got here she was not doing too good but I hope that’s a bit better now she’s got some rest. I would give you both a hug but I’m stuck.” The two women laughed at that and both waved you away.

“Don’t be silly the best hug you could give us right now is the one we’ve been witness too for the last hour. Taking care of this one is all that matters.” This made you look back down at the still slumbering woman, they weren’t wrong she was all that mattered right now.

“So have you told her now then, being as she seems very comfortable in your arms.” Alba was never one to beat around the bush, you were very lucky to be friends with her. But being her friend and her being Alexia sister meant she had a great read on you and how you acted differently around Alexia. One day she confronted you about it and you admitted to her that you had been in love with the football superstar for most of the time you had known her.

“Shhh no Alba. If she wakes up and heard you, you are dead. I don’t think now is the time, she’s got so much to deal with she doesn’t need my problems on top of her own.” You saw Alba go to say something but you gave her a look that said you were not discussing this right now. you didn’t want to put your insecurities and troubles onto a woman that you loved more than you thought possible in a time where she has so much of her own.

The three of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until you felt Alexia start to shift on you. Forgetting about the other two in the room you focused your sole attention on making sure the woman woke up in the best way. You ran your fingers through her hair a little bit with one hand and used the other to rub comforting circle on her stomach. She turned her head so her face was pressing into your neck as much as she could with her back to you and whispered a good morning as she nuzzled.

“Good morning sleepy head. Your mum and sister are here to see you. Can you open your pretty eyes for them.” You couldn’t help calling her a few cute names, sleepy Alexia waking up in your arms was sending your heart to the moon. It was something you hoped one day would be your everyday reality but for now you would soak up this once.

“Hola Mami, hola Alba.” She was still half asleep but you could tell she was grateful they were there. You let them chat for a little before asking Alexia to sit up so you could go to the toilet and leave them to it for a little while.

“No please don’t go. I don’t want you to go. I want you here with me, I can’t do this without you.” The desperation in her voice had you panicking slightly, did she really think you were leaving her to do this on her own.

Before you could say anything Eli spoke up, “We are going to run and get you both some breakfast.” You knew they were giving you the space you needed to talk and you gave them an appreciative smile and nod as they left.

“Alexia what going on? You know I’d never leave you especially not right now.” You sat on the edge of the bed and intertwined the fingers of the hand that grabbed yours.

“I don’t want you to ever leave. I want you in my life always but not like we have been.” You were a little taken back, you think you knew what she was saying but you didn’t want to get your hopes up until she confirmed it. with a small encouraging squeeze of her hand you nodded for her to explain. “I think I feel for you that first training session when you tripped over the plastic defender in the shooting drill. I could tell you were so embarrassed but you got up and laughed it off with the others and then did the drill again. You placed your shot top corner then and you turned to me with this massive grin as I was running up for my turn. That was the moment I think I started falling. Then we started getting to know each other and the next thing I know we are friends and I liked that. It felt safe and I didn’t want to ruin that safety especially not for you being new to the team and the country, so I carried on and tried to be the best friend I could for you. That was over 2 years ago and I’m done pretending being your friend is enough for me, because it’s not. Te amo y/n and I have for a long time.”

You don’t know when you started crying but you didn’t really care at that moment. You reached out with your other hand and caressed the brown eyed beauties cheek. “Te amo mucho Alexia. You don’t know how hard it’s been to not say that to you in the context I have wanted too for the last almost 3 years. You changed my life the moment you entered it, I wasn’t looking for anything in fact I didn’t want anything at the time because relationships are hard. You changed my mind on this the moment you spoke to me, the moment you let me see the real you. I’ve shared things with you that no one else knows and I want to share things like that for the rest of my life because I love you and I trust you and you make me feel safe. You’re it for me Alexia and I’ve known it for a while.”

The smile that was on the woman’s face would be one you would never forget, you could look at her smiling face all day if you were allowed. You were pulled out of those thoughts when you felt her tug on your entwined fingers, she pulled you closer and copied your stance of having a hand on your cheek. She brushed her thumb over your bottom lip which you kissed lightly before she leaned forward. When your lips met it was like the world righted itself, it was like you finally felt complete. Alexia sighed into your mouth as the two of you kept going, it was getting more intense and heated as the seconds passed. Your hand had left her cheek and was now on her neck pulling her closer whereas hers had gone into your hair. It was only when air became an issue that you pulled back slightly, only enough to rest your foreheads together and breathe the same air still. You smiled a cheeky little grin at the woman as you pecked her lips again, you really would never not love kissing her lips.

“It’s about damn time. I thought I was going to have to bang your heads together for you to figure out that you’ve been pining after one another for years.” Of course Alba wanted to be part of the moment.

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

[aromarten]

On my first watch of Koisenu Futari, I genuinely did not realize Chizuru had a crush on Sakuko and had backed out on the apartment because of it until Sakuko went to visit her later. I just took her word for it that she'd made up with her ex and assumed this was meant to be a representation of how aros are often abandoned by friends that choose to prioritize their romantic partners. On the second watch it seemed like it should have been so obvious to me! I'd like to think I'm usually pretty okay at picking up on "the signs" even when they're subtle but these went right past me until it was put directly in my face.

When Chizuru and Sakuko are on the apartment's balcony, talking and laughing about their new castle, there's a clever angle where all you can see of Chizuru is the lower half of her face while Sakuko leans against her. Chizuru's smile drops and she sorta grimaces when Sakuko says they can finally have a place where they don't have to worry about things like love or romance.

I think it was meant to be clearly hinted at during the scene where Chizuru says she's going to live with her ex too? How upset and distant she is, the way she angrily says Sakuko doesn't understand her feelings and how she can't help feeling her love, all hints. All of which bounced right off of my aroace head.

When they were on the beach and Chizuru told Sakuko the truth I literally went "OH. HOW DID I NOT GET THAT??". Then the pain set in though. Because I've been there, on Sakuko's side of things. I've had more than one occurence where a friend I really cared for suddenly developed romantic feelings and it eventually resulted in us not speaking anymore. It can be such a hopeless situation. Especially because it's not really anyone's fault, y'know? They're not doing something wrong just for feeling that way, they don't choose to feel it any more than I choose to not feel it. I understand that those feelings aren't usually something that will magically go away when they want them to even if they know I will never return them. I understand that that fact hurts them. But they also hurt me.

These friends knew some or all of my identity before developing feelings and it happened anyway. While, again, I can't blame them for things outside of their control- it still felt weirdly… Invalidating? Or almost like a betrayal of trust? None of that sounds right. But I don't think I have the words. I claim to understand parts of how it is on their side although I guess I still can't understand why there are cases where someone can't move on from such feelings without moving on from the person connected to them entirely. Anyways, what I'm getting at with all that is I think Sakuko probably felt similar to how I did. But I know that may just be me projecting on a character I relate to.

#chattering #koisenu futari #help i don't know how to use less words to say things