#it's my fault really for misunderstanding what they meant

[twilightcitysky]

Everything Is Meant (long S2 analysis, part 3)

Part one

Part two

There's SO MUCH excellent meta out there right now, and I'm going to try not to reinvent the wheel too much, but I want to keep going with tying the episodes/ elements up together because on first watch it wasn't entirely clear how everything fit. I also strongly recommend a rewatch, no matter what you felt about the ending... if you need to stop it 10 minutes early, do that, but you pick up so much more the second time around.

So: Maggie and Nina. I spent most of my first watch wondering why we were bothering with them, honestly. Later in the season Nina, and then Maggie and Nina, gave Crowley some insightful advice, but their actual relationship didn't progress despite all the meddling, and the amount of emotional investment BOTH Aziraphale and Crowley had in making them get together was frankly strange.

I started thinking in terms of mirror couples, since that was such a big deal in S1 and that's clearly what they were set up to be, but I made the mistake that all of us made on first watch: that Nina was Crowley and Maggie was Aziraphale. It still wasn't really coming together.

Then I put the psych hat back on and started to think about displacement. Displacement is a defense mechanism, and it consists of satisfying an impulse (usually an unconscious one) with a substitute object. At the beginning of the season, Aziraphale and Crowley aren't really in a good place, and I think on some level they know that. Aziraphale is trying to SHOW Crowley that he wants to take the next step through all the casual touches and phone calls and inviting him in, and feeling frustrated because Crowley doesn't seem to be taking the bait. (I absolutely think that Aziraphale tried to get Crowley to stay with him at the bookshop instead of living in his CAR, and Crowley said no. That's a whole other meta.) Meanwhile, Crowley, I think, is waiting for a Grand Gesture. Where did he go, as soon as Aziraphale brought up trying to get two humans to fall in love? Romantic tropes. Getting caught in the rain under an awning. A dramatic kiss that opens someone's eyes. That's the sort of thing he's always done, right? Big rescues, impassioned pleas on the street, fancy dinners, "give you a lift anywhere you want to go". He's defensive and guarded and unlikely to let someone in unless he's CERTAIN he won't be rejected, and Aziraphale's approaches are just too... quiet. No one's fault, they just don't speak the same language.

Then, they're handed the opportunity to make two humans fall in love, and they're both All In immediately. Look at Crowley's face when he summons the rainstorm. This is HUGE for him. Why? Because of displacement. Look at Aziraphale arranging the ball and being borderline deranged about it. They're both desperate to demonstrate what they think it takes for two people to move past their misunderstandings and fall in love. They can't do it for each other because the stakes are too high, and if either of them shows their cards unequivocally the vulnerability feels life-shattering. They're codependent and terrified of rejection and also, importantly, have no idea what they're doing when it comes to love. "Saw it in a film", Crowley says. Aziraphale's read about it in books. But they have zero practical experience.

Instead of learning to communicate, they try to say what they want to say through the medium of Maggie and Nina, up to and including the questionable moral decision to exert control over people's actions and thoughts during the ball. If I can just make this come out right, they both think, then things between us will be alright too. It HAS to come out right. They're attempting to gain some control over their own lives, over something that feels so overwhelming and shattering they can't look directly at it.

It doesn't come out right. Nina's relationship falls apart, but that doesn't mean she's in love with Maggie. While Crowley's stress-cleaning the bookshop to the music that played when Aziraphale got his books back in 1941 (just fuck me up David Arnold), they come in and tell him so. "I don't understand", says Crowley. Because it should have worked. Why didn't it work?

They tell him, of course. "You need to talk to each other. Say what you're really thinking." But here's the thing about communication: you have to learn it. You need to get the hang of expressing your feelings without blaming your partner, and separating intent from impact, and staying away from getting defensive and lashing out. No one has ever taught Aziraphale and Crowley how to do this. It's like Maggie and Nina put Crowley in front of a loom and asked him to recreate the Bayeux Tapestry. He doesn't have the skills; he's always going to get it wrong, even if he tries his hardest.

And he does try. But that's where Maggie and Nina the mirror couple, rather than Maggie and Nina the displacement relationship or Maggie and Nina the Greek chorus, come in. Aziraphale, as Nina, has just ended an incredibly toxic, invasive relationship with Heaven. A relationship that invaded every facet of his life, isolated him, and prevented him from being close to anyone else. "Rebound mess," Nina says. Aziraphale is a rebound mess. He's transferred the responsibility for his emotional wellness to Crowley. Crowley is the person he calls when he's in trouble, or (and this is key) when he wants to report a clever/ good thing he's done, or when he's bored. (At no point did Crowley reference Aziraphale calling him for a solicitous reason-- another problem.) Crowley is meant to take care of him. He forgets, I think, that Crowley is a person with his own wants and needs, just like Maggie and Nina are people with their own wants and needs who don't appreciate being messed with. (I think things would have been much different had Aziraphale BEEN THERE for Maggie and Nina's talk with Crowley, but he wasn't.)

And Maggie-as-Crowley? Lonely. Behind on rent, at risk of being evicted (it's important to note that Aziraphale saves Maggie from losing her record shop, as he couldn't save Crowley from losing his flat). Pining. Awkward. Revolving around Nina like a planet, to the extent that we don't get much of an impression of her otherwise. They realize, there at the end, that they both need to round themselves out before jumping into a relationship. Aziraphale and Crowley need that too. They need to take time apart and learn to be healthy on their own. Unfortunately they don't have the skills to get to that conclusion in a healthy way, so it all explodes in their faces and everything falls apart.

Aziraphale tries to teach Nina and Maggie to dance as a substitute for communication. Nina and Maggie try to teach Crowley communication as a substitute for the dance they've been doing around each other. That's the reason they're a part of the plot: they exist to demonstrate the way Aziraphale and Crowley might have succeeded in forging a better dynamic. Sadly, the boys' dance is too practiced and they got sucked right back into it.

It's okay, I think, that Nina and Maggie's storyline never really went anywhere. It wasn't supposed to. It's an allegory, not something that needs to stand alone.

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens season 2 #gos2 #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #maggie #nina #defense mechanisms #the psychology of good omens #everything is meant #ineffable husbands

[dovabunny]

Angsty Ghostsoap Idea of the Day - Not Soap anymore

Cw: angst, misunderstanding

Soap was so sure his heart was safe in Ghost's hands, his place was secure in the 141.

2 hours he stood there in the disciplinary hearing, listening as his every insecurity is turned on him.

Every thing he hated about himself, was self conscious about, or wishes was different is read out loud.

'Unprofessional. Insubordinate. Talks too much. Appearance not regulation. Too loud. Disruptive. Too familiar. Undisciplined.'

He fought back the tears.

'Too emotional'

He doesn't look up from the floor. Doesn't want to see Price and Laswell at the table with his old smug commander he thought he finally got away from.

He was wrong. He disobeyed a direct order to turn back and plant explosives to prevent the building from being used again.

The premise had been cleared 5x in the past 3 years of human traffickers. It was secure and by the docks. They were gonna come back. His suggestion was shot down but after what he saw in there.. he decided to do it anyway.

So yes, he was wrong. No, he doesn't regret it.

But then Ghost had yelled at him over the comms for all to hear. Calling him a danger, an idiot who can't listen, a liability.

Then he reported it to Price who wrote him up for it after shouting the same words.

Price didn't know it would be the third strike on his record.

💰Soap didn't see Price flinch as words he'd written were shot at Soap like bullets. They were taken out of context, and never meant to be used like this.

He sees the man tremble, sees his eyes glaze over. He could see this destroying his boy and he couldn't stop it.

💀 A firm hand settled on his leg and Ghost looks up at Gaz. He didn't even realize he made a motion to stand in his anger. He was beside himself. This was his fault - he did this to Johnny. The commander's vitriol as he dug into Soap's character felt like a knife to his chest.

This wasn't what he wanted! He had been so fkn terrified when Soap ignored him and ran back into a crumbling smugglers den alone to blow it up. It came from a place of overwhelming worry but all he knew was violence. So he snapped and hurt, just so Johnny won't ever do it again.

He told Price, had to. He knew Price had a soft spot for Soap and was also worried at how reckless he got. To show him how serious it was he wrote him up.

Not knowing there was a commander who had been waiting for a third strike on Soap's record.

Soap's punishment: 6 months off the task force stripped of his title as he was sent to undergo training with new recruits. To 'remind him how to conduct himself as a soldier'. All of it at a base away from the 141.

Price tried, he really did, Laswell too. It was helpless. They just had to wait it out.

6 months later Ghost, Gaz, and Prize stand excited on the tarmac awaiting their favourite Scott's return to the 141 and as Sargent. Gaz is excited to hear all the stories of Soap kicking his instructors' asses, Price hopes he slept well. Ghost just wants him close again.

The man who steps off the heli, however is not the Soap they were waiting for. He doesn't have a mowhak, or trademark t-shirt and jeans, confident swagger or beaming smile.

He walks upright, his gaze his fixed but distant, his hair buzzed to the roots dressed in full basic fatigues.

"... Johnny?" Ghost asks as if he isn't sure who this is.

"Captain Price, Lieutenant Riley. Sargent John MacTavish, reporting in."

"Welcome back son. Your room is how you left it." Price says slowly.

Soap nods and goes to walk off but is stopped by Gaz's hand on his shoulder.

"Soap? Are you okay, mate?"

He stopped, took a moment, then looked back at the three staring expectedly at him.

He was fixed now. Like they wanted.

"I'm not Soap anymore. My call sign has changed."

He takes off his dog tags and hands them over.

Sgt. John 'Hazard' MacTavish

#soapghost #ghostsoap #johnny soap mactavish #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #john price #my writing

[bitchimasnake-sss]

unwinding after a long day ft. luffy!

in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3

ft. luffy x fem!reader

set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)

warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cockwarming, raw!fucking (kids use protection pls 👍)

luffy:

sfw!!

- after a long, long day of eating, running around the deck with ussop, defeating like five sea kings, enduring 53628 kicks and punches from the crew (how is this man a captain is beyond me sometimes), luffy is bound to be tired - you're laying on your bed post-dinner, absent-mindedly chipping away the nail polish - you feel the mattress next to you dip lowly as he jumps next to you, face-first - "ynn-" he's whining, wrapping his hands around you and intertwining his legs between yours, "ynnnnnn" "hmm?" you hum, still busy picking apart the colour on your nails "i'm so, so soooo tired" a laugh escapes you, "really? is it due to all the running?" and now he's pouting, "are you saying it's my own fault?" - you peck his cheek, then flash him a grin, "how can i ever say that?" - most of the nights, you silence him by giving him a massage - you don't even think you're good at it but holy shit this boy is obsessed with getting a quick massage from you. - and this has led to quite the number of misunderstandings. "yn," he had asked you when the crew were eating dinner together, "can we do that thing at night? i really need it." "WHAT THE FUCK-" nami is punching luffy in his guts, his food is being thrown out of his mouth and onto zoro, "WE ARE EATING." - he meant massage. - you knew it, he knew it. the rest of the crew? they assumed you were fucking (they aren't wrong, per se. they just didn't want to believe that all the sounds of bed creaking wasn't from you both jumping around, rip them) - yeah ussop threw up and sanji fell to his knees and cried for like 57 mins because how did luffy manage to bag you??? - zoro hasn't spoken in two days from the shock of it (and the traumatic experience of having food spit on him) and nami has retired to her room for a whole business week, she is now only conversing by using chopper as her message carrier - chopper is confused (poor bby 😭😭, he assumed it was massage or something and he is the only one who's correct) - anyways, other than getting massages, sometimes he starts rambling on about something or the other till he falls asleep mid-conversation - rest assured because he will continue whenever he wakes up "where was i?" he's shaking you awake "luffy" you groan, "it's like two am, go to sleep" "oh right, so ussop told chopper than reindeers are called reigndeers because they used to be actual kings back in the ancient times and so rein means reign and not rain like most people as-" he falls asleep again mid conversation - tf are you supposed to do with this man?? - peak, sheer dumbassery even when he's tired

nsfw!!

- this man refuses to entertain one-sided favours - your soft hands were kneading away the tension on his biceps a few minutes ago, so obviously he should return the favour back by massaging your back - you refuse many times because as much as you love luffy, this man does not understand his own strength - so you have a very valid fear that he would break your spine as he gives you a massage - "this isn't fair, let me do it too ughh" "how about no" "okay then let me fuck you, you'd like that right?" - didn't even blink twice plz 😭😭 - this dude is dead serious. - he gotta make up to you for being such a sweetheart to him one way or the other - that explains how he was pulling your top off, sucking sweetly on your tits, fingers gently rubbing over your clothed pussy - that also explained how he pulled you onto his lap, slipping in his dick inside you, stretching you out with a loud moan "you always take it so well, don'tcha?" he grins at you, tipping your head upwards and kissing you - refuses to move tho. - basically baited you into cockwarming him - what a royal asshole. - "what is it?" he coos when he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fingers desperately toying with your clit to get some sort of relief "pl- pleasefuckme-" there's tears clinging onto your lashline, your lips are red from how long you've been biting and chewing on them "hm?" he grins at your state, "what was that you said?" "please-" your breath hitches as he thrusts into you suddenly "fuck you?" "go- god. fuck, yes" his thrusts are merciless, pounding into you at a speed that has your overstimulated cunt spasming in seconds - doesn't let you go till he feels like he's paid you back enough "that was fun" he nuzzles into your neck, breathing slowly "mhm" you feel yourself dozing off he lays you down before snuggling into you and falling asleep - will end up giving you a massage in the morning anyways - although he can be just a little bit of a dick sometimes, there's no one you would rather unwind with

bonus!!

- ussop (while crying) had to relocate from his cabin to sanji's because the walls are really not that thick and he was next door - "i can hear them-" ussop sniffled, standing at sanji's doorstep, "omg i can hear luffy-" "ussop, you have to learn to face the horrors of the world." sanji spoke firmly, although his expression betrayed the confidence in his voice - actually they both just cried and ate the secret stash of ice-cream sanji had saved up - you and luffy need to pay for their therapy now im afraid 😃

zoro's part <3 sanji's part <3

#one piece #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #luffy smut #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #sanji smut #zoro smut #one piece x reader #one piece smut

[genshin-obsessed]

Can I request how Alhaitham, Cyno, and Tighnari would react if they thought the reader was cheating on them? Like maybe they overheard something out of context or walked in on reader in a compromising position with someone they've been spending a lot of time with, or anything really, and then how the reader reassures them that they would never cheat. Feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable. Have a nice day!

Ooh ok, so I read this wrong at first and thought it was that the reader was cheating and I thought that was fun, but reactions to mishearing is also fun!! thanks for the request <3 ♢ Characters: Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari ♢ Genre: angst to fluff ♢ Extra: a little short and not too detailed, sorry about that <3

Alhaitham

Well at first, he doesn't actually believe what he's seeing. Why would you cheat? Of all people.

But you'd been spending so much time with this other friend of yours, that when he found you two on top of one another, it was hard to deny the "facts".

Alhaitham was hurt- he was already a really quiet man, but the eerie silence that followed after he found you was the worst. He didn't say anything, he barely had a physical reaction other than his eyes widening a little.

He just turns and leaves. Your friend gets off of you and you sprint to follow him, just barely managing to grab his arm which he yanks away.

The words immediately come pouring out of your mouth as you explain that your friend simply slipped and you tried to catch them, but you fell too.

As you kept explaining and talking, Alhaitham didn't say a word. He was just dead silent as he always was. Finally, you paused and stared at him.

"Ok." Was all he said. You felt the despair and fear build up inside of you, you were terrified your relationship might end over a misunderstanding.

"I-I'm sorry..." you said, shakily. Alhaitham still hadn't turned to look at you and it was really making you nervous. "Why are you sorry? You said it was an accident. Why apologize unless you did something wrong?" He challenged, finally looking at you. Honestly, you flinched a little with the way he made eye contact.

"Well, my actions still hurt you, didn't they? Something made you think I wasn't faithful. I'm sorry for that." Alhaitham went back to being silent, making you slowly reach for his arm. That's when he sighed and wrapped that same arm around you, pulling you in for a hug.

The sudden affection brought a world of relief to you and you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you hugged him so tightly. "I swear, I would never cheat on you! I love you so much, so, so much." You said, looking up at him. Alhaitham stared into your eyes for a moment before nodding.

"I believe you... I do."

Cyno

You and Cyno spending less time together wasn't either of your faults. Cyno was just really busy and you were too sometimes. It never meant you two loved one another less, it just meant you needed to work on it a bit more.

Of course, Cyno would still get a little jealous when he thought you and your friend might've been a little too close.

You see, when he constantly saw you two with your arms around one another, it sent a wave of jealousy through him.

But he rationalized. You were always loyal- why would this time change? You never gave him a reason to doubt you before, so why now?

Here's the thing: Cyno didn't think you were just being unfaithful because. But he felt as if... maybe you two drifted apart a little and maybe... you might've found interest in this new friend of yours. And all of that was confirmed when he saw you on top of your friend in your sharred bedroom.

Cyno froze up, staring at you- on top of your friend- in HIS bed. There was just a terrifying silence. Cyno opened his mouth to speak... but just closed it and looked away. A quiet grunt came from him and he turned away.

"Cyno! Cyno, wait! It's not what you think!" You yelled as you tried to follow him. You grabbed his arm and it made him freeze. "I fell! Well, they fell and I tried to catch them!"

You kept going on, trying to explain exactly how your friend fell, exactly how you tried to catch them but tripped and fell on top of them- but Cyno just stayed quiet.

"Are we still in love?" He asked, making your eyes widen. It was the first thing he'd said and it... scared you.

"O-of course we are! Yes, I'm still in love with you!" You said confidently, making him turn to you. He didn't say anything but you could see the uncertainty and sorrow in his eyes.

Without another thought, you engulfed him into a tight hug, squeezing as much as you could.

"Cyno, I love you. I'm not sure how you feel or what made you say that, but I'm still in love with you. And if you think you're losing feelings well I'll just bring them back. But my feelings haven't changed fro you- not one bit."

"You don't like your friend more?" He asked, making you shake your head.

"That's just my friend. I love them as much as I could love any friend- but you, you are my everything." Cyno fell silent and looked away, but there was a tinge of red on his cheeks and a very, very faint smile on his face.

Tighnari

You and Tighnari had been together for almost three years. Your relationship was doing pretty good until he got busy. That wasn't anything new, people got busy all the time.

But this time, his work took him far and for a long time. Of course, in your eyes the relationship never dulled. But for Tighnari, he felt as if he began to fail as a partner.

He tried, but he found it hard to keep up with you and this new friend you'd made. He didn't have a problem at first- you could be friends with anyone.

But then he noticed how much time you two spent together. Too much time. Not only that, but your friend was so... touchy. When did you start allowing that?

Tighnari told himself over and over that you wouldn't cheat. It wasn't in your nature and you were just too good of a person. If you didn't like him, you let him know. Which sent a new wave of anxiety through him. What if you were just about to end the relationship?

Then he saw it. You on top of your friend. A thousand thoughts went through his head but only one of them stuck out. "It's time." This was probably the moment you'd end your relationship with him and it was most likely his fault. He was too busy for you. This friend kept you busy- and happy, evidently.

"I-it's fine, I know." Tighnari spoke in a sorrowful tone, looking down. "Sorry." With that, he slowly turned away and left. You were frozen where you were, but it all hit you after a moment. Your friend pushed you upwards and you sprinted after him.

"Tighnari!" You called, trying to stop him but he wasn't looking at you. He was walking fast too, maybe trying to escape. You caught up to him, grabbing his arm. "Wait- please, wait!"

"It's fine, you don't have to explain. I know. I've been busy, you're in love with your friend-"

"What?! No! No, TIghnari, that's not even close!" You said, cutting him off as you stopped in front of him. "Please, don't think like that. I love you- only you. My friend just tripped and I tried to catch them, but I slipped too." You went on to explain what had happened in detail, but Tighnari wasn't listening.

You loved him? Still? After all of this?

"Tighnari? Are you listening?" You asked, slightly waving your hand in front of his face. He looked at you, humming as if asking 'what'. You sighed and looked away, frowning. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He asked, curious and surprised.

"Because, I made you doubt me. I didn't mean to and-"

"No, that's not it. I just assumed you and I weren't close anymore since I got so busy. It felt weird." He said, absolutely refusing to let you take the blame for this.

Your arms wrapped around his waist and you leaned into his form, eyes meeting his.

"I love you just as much as I did before. I love you so much, you're all I think about. I don't want to break up- I don't ever want to leave you. I swear." You said with a slight smile.

After a moment, Tighnari's smile began to match yours. He gave you a slow nod as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin cyno x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #🖊─ pocky’s writings

[yutanology]

(UNEDITED) Yandere!Jake × Reader

WARNINGS : yandere, suicide, depressing thoughts, guilt tripping, mentions of dead body and manipulation

Jake pets your head softly while humming the same song that he always sang to you. Your body was leaning on his chest and his arms were securely wrapped around you, hugging you to keep your cold body warm.

He kept you close to him as possible, wishing that he would hear your heart beating and you breathing air out of your nose but no matter how he kept his ears open for you, he never got to hear anything from you.

He wished this was only a bad dream and when he wakes up, everything was completely fine but no. Everything is real.

He should've let you go before it's too late. He should've let you walk away. Even if it pains him that you're happier without him, you could've been atleast alive still.

He isn't usually the selfish type of a person. He had always been so generous but it's a different topic when it comes to you. He never wanted to lose you or share you to someone else. He only wanted you all to himself.

Losing you was literally the last thing he'd ever wanted to happen.

You really loved him. So much that you didn't expect that you'd actually fall out of love for him. You did talk about this with him and it only ended with a lot of misunderstandings and arguments.

"How could you even—" he gritted his teeth together trying to bite back the hurtful words that were trying to come out his mouth. "Was that all a lie then? Everything we had?"

The room seemed to be even colder than outside where snow was gracefully falling to earth. The first snow of December.

"That's not what I meant—"

"Stop telling me that!"  his voice echoed his anger. "If you really loved me, you could've not thought of leaving me to suffer alone after making me believe all those "I love you"s."

He was stupid. He trapped you through all those guilt trips and tiny bits of manipulation just so he could convince you that you were wrong, that you were at fault and you'd find yourself still binded with him.

"I'm sorry..." you were the one who apologized and he'd embrace you, telling you that he forgives you. After that, he acted like the arguments never happened.

Seeing him smile again relieved you but it worried you of how you can't feel the sparks and butterflies you used to feel anymore whenever you saw him.

You were too kind to ruin that beautiful smile on his lips so you decided not to bring it up ever again. The thing was, you never thought that doing that would make you suffer in return.

You tried your very best to keep Jake happy to the point where you mostly neglected your own happiness. Every night when he's holding you to his sleep, you'd stare at the ceiling wide awake as you wonder what you were doing.

The same thing happened again and again until you were drained. You hated to be this selfish but you were too tired to even care about anything anymore. And that lead you to drowning yourself into a peaceful rest.

Jake absentmindedly kept on petting your wet hair as his teary dull eyes stared at your pale yet beautiful face. Warm tears kept on running down his cheeks but he doesn't make any crying sound.

Just silently weeping over your dead body. "How can you still be this beautiful?" he asked, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. He smiled bitterly.

"I-i'm sorry..." his voice cracked. He never thought that all it would take him to apologize to you was you being gone literally.

"I'm so sorry, my love.."

#yandere jake #yandere #sim jake #sim jaeyun #enhypen #enhypen yandere #yandere enhypen #kpop yandere #yandere kpop #kpop #gender neutral reader #enhypen jake #enhypen angst #enhypen sim jaeyun #enhypen sim jake #enhypen ff #enhypen fanfiction

[livelaughlovekny]

Hi Lipe💓💓 I'd like to make a smol request for Mui🥹🫶

So so imagine Muichiro lent y/n his sword because she wanted to see the details of it. She sat down and admired it and when he wanted it back he gave her his hand. But y/n thought he was trying to help her up from her seat, she spontaneously grabbed it. I can picture him saying "I meant the sword but this will do too" and refused to let go of her hand during their patrolling haha💓

a/n: WAWAWAWAWA I WAS HAVING BAD WRITERS BLOCK AND FEELING SO STRESSED DUE TO SCHOOL BUT YOUR REQUEST ABSOLUTELY MADE MY DAY TYSM AHHH It's rather short but I hope you like it!!!

  You stared at his sword with obvious interest. Your eyes glinted with curiosity as you studied it. Yes, it was a very cool sword indeed. Seeing your reflection on his sword, Muichirou’s hand paused; He was cleaning his sword. He looked up and stared at you.

  Noticing his gaze on you, you looked up and looked into his eyes too. The both of you engaged in a stare contest before you broke apart the connection. “I like how your sword looks,” you grinned, “Can I inspect it more closely?” Muichirou looked at your outstretched palm. It was rough, very unladylike. A kind and sweet soul like you would never had to find bloodied and sharp swords fascinating or even encounter one if you didn’t survive what you did. Yet as quickly as the sudden urge to show you the care you had clearly missed out, it left just as quickly and he was left with a blank and blurred mind.

  Looking back up at you, he placed his sword onto your hand gently. “Yes.” Your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically ran your fingers along the edge of the blade, careful not to cut yourself. Sitting down, you admired the patterns engraved on the sword. Softly murmuring the words on his sword to yourself, you gently flipped the sword over and grinned at your reflection in the blade. Muichirou looked at your actions and behaviour. Was his sword really that fascinating to you? Regardless, he still had places to patrol.

  Stretching his hand out to you as a way to ask for his sword back, he watched as you noticed his hand and looked back up at him. Out of habit, you smiled and placed your hand in his, used to pulling people up and being pulled up from sitting positions. Pausing for a moment, he tugged you up. He paused again. He lifted up both of your hands and inspected it, slightly caressing your hand with his thumb. You felt a slight shiver from the unfamiliar sensation of his calloused thumb rubbing against your hand. Not wanting to disturb his thought process, you carefully observed his expressions.

  Muichirou stared at your joint hands. He felt warmth all throughout him. He liked this. It was nice. You noted that his thoughts seemed to have settled before he gently brought your hands back down to your sides and looked back up. “I meant the sword but this will do too.” Feeling flustered and embarrassed at your misunderstanding, you tried to pull your hand away from his grasp. His grip on you tightened though it remained gentle. “It was my fault for not elaborating on my actions.” He looked at how your face was dusted with pink across it and decided he liked that too. “I need to get back to patrolling. You should join me.”

  His heart did a little dance when you made no move to protest against his statement. How funny.

Bonus: You were starting to feel a little flustered with the way his gentle grip remained firm. It seemed as if he had no intention of letting go of your hand. Deciding to speak up about it, you tilted your head to the side and tried to casually bring it up. “You seem to have a strong grip.” He did not look back at you, not picking up on your hint, “I’m a Hashira, it’s a given that I have strong grips.” He paused. “I’m not hurting you right?” His eyes shone with concern, an uncommon thing. Your heart softened. “No, it’s fine.

a/n: omgomgomg my favourite artist gave me a request AHHH TYSM I love your idea sm oml

#demonslayer #kny #kny fanfic #kny x reader #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #demon slayer #kny muichiro #fluff #drabble

[megan016]

Don't mind me just venting, after reading some JJK x readers and it's also past 1 AM so I am questioning my life pretty much. Pretty angsty, insecure, self confidence lacking vent.

🩵Randomly recommended song🩵

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Being single since the day you were born wasn't so great. Sure, until your late teenage years you thought you might be too young to date anyone. It wouldn't be real love after all. Just the typical young love that middle and high schoolers go through. You know, those relationships which end in a short period of time. However, as proud as you were that you were never included in these things... it was saddening being surrounded by people who were either in a relationship or had one.

You wanted to feel loved, also developed attachment issues, making it harder to make a difference between liking or loving someone, but it wasn't your fault anyways. Even if this issue gave you a hard time, making you desperate to be in a relationship finally, you had a type, you had standards which you never planned giving up on, right? You wanted to be happy with someone who hit these requirements, you weren't asking for much, were you?

Then why are you telling yourself that it is fine if they are not your type at all, they hit a few things you like in someone, that must be enough too, right?

Oh...

Maybe you do ask for a lot, no? After all, who are you to have the audacity to even think of having standards? Huh? Look at yourself...

What do you have to offer?

Have you ever thought of if these kind of people would even love you back? Oh please... Do you really think you hit their standards?

Don't be so self centered, you are not the only one who thinks the way you do.

Now go and lose some weight so you would have the ideal body.

Put some make up on to hide your ugly face, or at least make something else be the center of attention when they look you in the eye.

Have you looked at your nails? They look like you have never ever taken care of them. Maybe some press ons might help that.

I hope you remember that your face isn't the only thing ugly here. What a shame, look at that hip, those thighs and breast covered in white stretch marks. You know those are permanent, right?

Uhm... look at your grades... You can try telling yourself that "those don't reflect your real knowledge", but do you really believe it? You're so stupid. You really think you would have a chance with anyone this way?

Your looks changed so much. Almost looking completely like those annoying girls.

You are one of them, aren't you?

Well, not really. Fortunately.

However, even those kind of people you dislike, your current classmates, your ex-lassmates, even your bullies, one who is also known as your toxic ex-friend, has a partner.

Maybe, just maybe...

...you are the issue.

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Don't misunderstand me, I don't have problem with people who do make up, do their nails or do anything to make themselves feel prettier. Then I was talking about the annoying girl who do these, I meant I hate their personality. Their personality is what's rotten.

LOVE Y'ALL, MWAH!

I just go, continue listening to my vent playlist while crying, no sleep needed this night.

Geto x reader hurt/comfort coming soon, where again, I will just list my insecurities but he comes to the rescue and comforts the reader<33

-Megan🩵

#jjk angst #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader angst #suguru x reader angst #geto suguru x reader angst #suguru geto x reader angst #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami x reader angst #nanami kento x reader angst #kento x reader angst #kento nanami x reader angst #shiu x reader #shiu kong x reader #shiu x reader angst #shiu kong x reader angst #jjk geto suguru #jjk suguru geto #jjk nanami kento #jjk kento nanami #jjk shiu kong #🎀megansbs🎀

[bbygirl-obi]

Hello, I just wanted to say I appreciate your detailed and thoughtful response to my reply. I do think I accidentally fell into an ongoing discourse I'm not really familiar with so I'm taking responsibility for that miscommunication/misunderstanding on my part. I in no way ever meant to imply, nor do I believe, that the genocide on the Jedi is anything other than a tragedy. Even if people have faults that never justifies violence. I'm very sorry that was not clear. I don't identify as an anti and I am chill with the Jedi. Lots of things you wrote about are reasons I like the Jedi and SW in general.

Since it seems I've caused harm I don't really see value in me trying to "defend" where I was coming from but I might be wrong, I'm not sure. The interpersonal relationship section of DBT has always been the hardest for me to grasp and I think that's really showing right now. So, sincere apologies again for my miscommunication.

(This ask is in reference to this post)

Hi, thank you so much for reaching out! I was a bit heated when writing that response, so kudos to you for not getting defensive and for hearing me out. I do really appreciate it. I'd love to help you understand a bit more why this hit me so hard, especially since this was unintentional on your part. There are three things that I think are important to understand here. I'll talk about them below.

1. There's kind of always been a worrying amount of racism, sexism, and anti-Semitism that's baked into big parts of the Star Wars fandom. It's unfortunate, but it's there. Many of the women and/or PoC characters/actors have experienced awful slews of online hate throughout the course of the franchise, specifically for being women and/or PoC. Ahsoka, Reva, Rey, Finn, Rose... the list goes on and on. There are also communities of fascists or incels who use the Empire as inspiration porn. These groups do not make up the entirety of this fandom, but they are a very loud part of it. AND their influence extends beyond their circles into the rest of the fandom, in the form of things that other people with privilege do not always register as bigotry.

2. Star Wars is unfortunately one of those fandoms where a lot of the discourse tends to step on the toes of real-life cultures. As I mentioned, the Jedi are based heavily off of Buddhist culture (George Lucas has been very explicit about this), and the targeted genocide is very similar to the real world's Holocaust. The rise of the Empire is pretty directly based off of the rise of Nazi Germany, to the point of the Empire's aesthetic being based off of the Nazis and Palpatine's rise to power directly paralleling Hitler's. Because the real-life connections are both significant and explicit, Star Wars intersects with the real world a lot more than other fictional or sci fi franchises do. There's a greater burden on members of fandom to investigate things before speaking on them as a result.

3. There are a lot of fandom misconceptions about the Jedi, including that they stole children, that they erased cultures, and that they were emotional, unfeeling people with no relationships. There are also a lot of sentiments that the Jedi were at fault for, or deserved, what happened to them (either because it was "balance" or because they created the man who genocided them). Some people arrive at these conclusions because of the racism mentioned in #1 intersecting with the non-white cultural influences mentioned in #2. Some people arrive at these conclusions because they see it elsewhere in fandom (from group #1), and don't recognize the dogwhistles because they aren't familiar with the cultures being trodden upon.

So when someone says the kinds of things you said in your post:

Jedi children are "stolen from their homes and raised devoid of their culture and families"

All Jedi initiation "traumatizes their subjects"

"Attachments are human relationships and…are integral to mental health"

All Jedi "have absolutely nowhere to turn to for comfort"

"The Jedi order is more akin to a cult"

The Jedi "sterilize" and "manipulate" DBT and force their practices upon their members as "the one true way to live"

The Jedi are "about eradicating big emotions"

Their "goal [is] indoctrinating the children they stole"

"Anakin is the direct product of their failure"

Sure, the first thing that jumps out is the misinformation. But since almost everything you're critiquing about the Jedi is something that also exists in Buddhism, you are simultaneously deriding Buddhism as something that is detrimental to mental health, that provides no support network to anyone, that is sterile and emotionless, and that is a form of indoctrination.

The paternalistic idea that Buddhists were victims of backwards, harmful cults, and needed to be "saved" from their own culture by white people, is both old and insidious. These are things that have been said about Buddhism with the intention of painting it as stupid and even harmful, so that white people could justify oppressing both Buddhism as a religion and the PoC cultures who originated and practiced it. This is still used today as a justifier for modern-day forms of racism, but it's also been used for centuries as a justification for the colonization of entire countries.

I've discussed the genocide aspect in my other post, but I'll just reiterate that the sentiment "the Jedi are not to blame for their genocide" cannot coexist with the sentiment "Anakin, the perpetrator of said genocide, is the direct product of the Jedi." The idea from your tags that the Jedi "killed" Anakin is also a tricky one, since the idea that Anakin's death was Vader's creation is a popular fandom trope turned canon with the "you didn't kill Anakin Skywalker, I did" line in the Obi-Wan Kenobi series, and to say the Jedi killed Anakin is therefore to say the Jedi created Vader, their genocider.

I guess part of me also wonders why, even if it is true (I think it isn't, but people can and do disagree), it's relevant to bring up under the type of post I made. Take the example of a school shooting. People have died, children have died, a member of their community has betrayed them, and the community is hurt and grieving. Let's say someone makes a post celebrating the community, celebrating how kind and supportive they are to one another. And let's say someone decides to comment below that post saying that the other kids in the school were mean to the shooter. Even if it were true, I hope this example helps illustrate how (1) it comes across as excusing the shooter's actions, and how (2) that sentiment is just so incredibly tone-deaf and victim-blamey. That's kind of how it feels to have someone comment these misinformed things (of racist origin, even if they are not of conscious racist intent) below a post that I made celebrating the practices of a culture that was genocided. It's neither the time nor the place.

And remember what I said in point #3, about how people arrive at these conclusions one of two ways? When I read stuff like this, it's really hard to tell which of the two groups a person falls into. It's hard to tell if the coded racism is simply going unnoticed, or if it's there intentionally. But it's there, regardless. And in my experience, the hidden or unintentional racism can be the most dangerous, because people will often get defensive and gaslight the hell out of you when you try to call it out. Thanks for not doing that, but you're unfortunately the minority.

So when people say these things, I usually have to assume that they are not a safe person. Because like I said: Whether or not the racism was deliberate, it was still there. You might have not originated these ideas, but you were willing to accept them without investigating further, to adopt them as your own, and to spread them further online. I think there's something to unpack there for you. Some great next steps would include doing research into the following topics:

The nuclear family and how it ties to white supremacy and homophobia (this gives context for the institutional aversion to the Jedi's form of community; you can find an article by a Black man about this here)

The American Jewish Committee's resources on identifying subtle or hidden forms of anti-Semitism (this gives context to how seemingly innocuous statements can have very problematic histories; you can find it here)

The phenomenon of "Holocaust Distortion" (a real-life example of how harmful it is to distort facts to place greater blame on the victims of genocide; you can find an article from the Holocaust Remembrance Alliance about it here)

The history of Buddhist groups suffering religious persecution (this gives context for ways in which the religion has been deliberately misrepresented for the purpose of harming Buddhists; Wikipedia is a great place to start, here's an introductory link)

The colonization and oppression of countries with large Buddhist populations (this gives context for the global racism I mentioned; look into the countries of Japan, Cambodia, China, India, Vietnam, etc.)

Though there can also be room for excitement, not just depressing homework, because it seems there's a lot of great stuff about the Jedi (and Buddhism) that you didn't know about, and now you get to learn all about it!

#like this is good news i guess because the things you were mad at the jedi for doing aren't things they actually did? #but also... the fact that these are word-for-word irl racist ideas should be more obvious to you & if it isn't it's a sign you need to lear #i appreciate the willingness to learn and i do appreciate the apology! #ask #asks #answered #jedi #jedi order #jedi council #jedi culture #pro jedi #jedi appreciation #in defense of the jedi #anakin skywalker #anakin #order 66 #tw genocide #tw holocaust #tw hitler #genocide #holocaust #hitler

[eversleepings]

disclaimer: i love kel omori

was talking to juno (hi juno!!!!!!!!) last night about something or other and i got on the topic of kel. and i thought about him.

i generally like the interpretation that he's accepted mari's death.

i know some people like to make it so that he hasn't, that he's faking a smile, but i truly believe he did. mostly because my idea of acceptance =/= never grieving. i still think kel is grieving, but he's accepted that mari's dead, and he's accepted how mari died, and maybe he's accepted that there was nothing he (a 12 year old at the time) could've done to help her (or what he thought was happening).

tl;dr: kel is complex (but not in the way most people think) and i would like to read more flawed kel please. a scrap for the desperate.

this is, obviously, a stark difference from the rest of the cast. sunny is directly in denial of her death, and in the first few days, convinces himself she's just in college. aubrey doesn't directly deny her death, but she seemingly is unable to accept that mari would kill herself - and hero moves from being unable to accept mari's death as a whole to accepting her death, and that she killed herself, but not that he couldn't have helped, and not that he isn't at fault (again, all theories)

so kel accepted mari's death. seemingly, this is where most misunderstandings come from over the game. what i want to talk about is one of the bigger ones: (apologies for the bad photo quality)

[in case you can't see - KEL: You know, MARI would be really sad to hear that...]

THIS scene right here.

this is also the scene where aubrey drops the bomb that mari is dead. The "It Means Everything" scene. one of the most iconic scenes in the game. but I never see anyone ever talking about this line of dialogue from Kel and one of his earlier ones, where he brings up how they used to be friends.

kel throwing mari's death in aubrey's face and i don't even think he meant to do it.

he truly believes that because they used to be friends, aubrey should listen to him. he truly believes, and is probably right, that mari doesn't want them to fight. but he throws her (seeming) suicide in aubrey's face in order to try and get her to see things his way, and stop bullying basil, and she lashes out, resulting in the following fight.

i see lots of interpretations where kel is knocking on sunny's door for 4 years. if that's the case, why didn't he talk to aubrey? since we have no knowledge of the 4 years, we can only assume that either 1. he did, and was rebuked (likely if he was 'too late'), or 2. he didn't, period, for whatever reason.

and the thing is, i didn't even like aubrey when i first played omori. i thought she was annoying and a bully, and i thought her "redemption" was underwhelming and rushed, and i hated it. i've gotten over it now but we are framed to see (rightfully) that aubrey is in the wrong - allowing us to ignore kel's part in this.

the game establishes aubrey as an enemy pretty quick. she fights you in her first scene, her hooligang are the obstacles for most of your tasks on the first day, she stole something from basil (someone you likely have an emotional connection to via. headspace, and sunny as our pov character has a connection to) and she's bullying him. the only other people we fight in the rw are all imaginary.

kel is our deurotagonist (secondary protag) for the real world. he's our guiding light, the rock in the shore. he must be right because we have to be right. and he generally is!

it is wrong to steal and bully from basil. and aubrey is in the wrong to attack us. but, while not an excuse, kel hurts her emotionally, and doesn't even apologize or acknowledge it - and this is likely why despite kel's seeming social prowess, it's hero (a neutral third party, who always has deescalated their arguments) who has to step in to stop their feud.

kel tries to get aubrey to see how he feels, and in doing so, says some of the most hurtful shit on the planet. so aubrey says it right back. this is the fundamental misunderstanding that separates them, even though they seemed really close, despite their arguing, as kids.

i just think kel is pretty complex, but not in the way people think he is (the earlier mentioned fake smile stuff). i think he also has his flaws, like the rest of the cast (minus mari and hero) that we miss because we're so focused on aubrey here (esp since her reaction afterwards is again, really iconic) and i wanted to share my thoughts.

also made this post because i want more flawed kel please. please give us more fucked up kel thanks xoxo

#omori spoilers #kel omori #omori theory

[cyborg-empress]

A Type One Diabetic's List of No-Nos for Non-Diabetics

This is a guide for non-diabetics to better understand what NOT to do when interacting with type 1 diabetics. This is meant for educational purposes and is based on my opinion and experience. If any T1Ds want to add their own suggestions, feel free!

(Note: The things on this list probably somewhat apply to type two diabetics too, I just have no experience with that so I can't comment.)

Dear non-diabetics, please:

Don't make insensitive jokes. Saying stuff about "getting diabeetus" because you're eating too much junk food is really annoying and simply not how it works. Yes, my friends and I make dumb diabetes jokes, but that's because they've talked to me and know I enjoy specific types of jokes.

Don't act like it's my fault/choice. I didn't get diabetes because I did anything wrong. Nothing about my lifestyle caused me to get diabetes. I was born with it. Implying otherwise really pisses me off, especially if you act like somehow I deserve this.

Don't touch my tech. Please don't touch any of my diabetes technology without my permission. It's literally attached to me!

Don't ask for/steal my food. I'm totally open to sharing snacks, but not after I've counted the carbs and not if I'm eating it because I'm low! In other words, I might need that food for my health, so please don't take it!

Don't pity me and treat me like I'm less capable. I'm not. I can do everything you can do. Yes, the disease sucks. I appreciate empathy and you can totally be mad at it with me, but please, no pity. Just be understanding if I'm struggling or having a bad diabetes day.

Don't compare the things I don't eat because of my diabetes to your voluntary diet. When I say that I don't drink full sugar pop (unless I'm low) telling me that "you understand, you're not drinking it either because you're trying to lose weight" isn't helpful. I totally understand that you're trying to sympathize, but it makes me really frustrated because you get a choice and I don't, so it's not the same in the slightest.

Don't call diabetics "Cyborgs" unless you have their permission or they call themselves that. It's a common label because many diabetics have technology attached to them to help them manage their diabetes, making them, technically, part machine like a cyborg. Some diabetics feel like it's dehumanizing and makes them feel different and disrespected. Others, like myself, (it's literally in my username) fully embrace the title as an excellent and fun part of their identity. Make sure that you know how someone feels before you call them that!

Don't be afraid to ask polite questions! As long as it's not the only thing you ever talk to me about, I'm totally happy to answer questions about my diabetes. There is a lot of misinformation and misunderstandings out there and I would love to try and clear it up and share accurate information!

I'm sure there is way more I'm not thinking of at the moment, but the baseline is: be kind! Being diabetic isn't easy, but interacting with kind people makes it better.

Thank you so much for reading!

#type 1 diabetes #diabetes #t1d #t1diabetic #cyborg #actually diabetic #living with diabetes #list #textpost #cgm

[lutawolf]

Stay By My Side Ep 6 soft D/s elements

This episode, Jiang Chi and Bu Xia hits some bumps. It's classic bumps, but it's unique to them, which is what makes it interesting.

So we start the episode with Bu Xia accusing Jiang Chi of causing their relationship to be misinterpreted. Right off, I heard people checking out with this scene. It didn't make sense to them, but I've been like this. My first kiss was actually a girl, initiated by me, and then I completely flipped my shit on myself. Sometimes there is just a war inside you that you have to fight. For me, it was society and for my daughter it was her own "normy expectations."

Jiang Chi is understandably confused. However, if you pay attention, this is where I really see Dom in him. He isn't in it for just the rewards, he is trying very hard to meet the needs of his skittish sub baby. Now, I will say that the D/s element are very soft, but they are still there. I often hear comments about D/s and age. Lifestyle is different from scene and many cultures, especially Asian, have a natural inclination towards a D/s aspect. I actually explain why this is, but I can't link it because assholes keep reporting my posts. *I can literally hear my daughter going, "Mom, your ADHD is showing, back on topic."* Sorry!

The interview cracked me up. Jiang Chi says yes, and Bu Xia says no. Guess who won? Bu Xia, looks at him but backs down. The way Jiang Chi looks at Bu Xia when he is talking is so cute. At this point, Jiang Chi just thinks that Bu Xia doesn't want everyone to know yet, and he is okay with that. He doesn't let Bu Xia say they aren't dating, but he doesn't confirm that they are either. Compromise.

Notice the clear and precise. "There is no misunderstanding. I meant what I said."

gif credit to ueasking

Bu Xia's dreams are telling him what he wants, but he isn't ready to deal with it yet. Him falling off the side of the bed is my favorite thing because, I think, we've all done it. 🤣🤣🤣

The more I watch, the more I think that Jiang Chi is playing the long game. He is too aware of Bu Xia's confusion and is too understanding of it, and yet at times he reels him in.

Jiang Chi has learned the best way to handle Bu Xia is with the reward system. "Help me with dishes/wait for me, and I'll bring you late night snacks."

Bu Xia is cute, but he clearly isn't ready for self reflection or owning his own responsibility. Notice how everything is all Jiang Chi's fault. Not that I don't do the exact same thing with my husband, but that's besides the point. I'm just stating the facts about Bu Xia. 😈

I honestly adore the basket ball team. Their teasing is light-hearted and meant to showcase an acceptance. Because everyone but Bu Xia can see it. He is a coconut.

This next scene is very D/s. The brat talks back to the team captain when told that he has to wash Jiang Chi's stuff. Captain immediately grabs Jiang Chi and puts him in front to handle the brat. Notice the firmness of Jiang Chi when addressing this. He isn't yelling, he isn't even being rude, but rather using a tone and logic to indicate this is a line. Bu Xia didn't even think of doing anything but accepting. And there is a that reward system again. Jiang Chi rubs Bu Xia's head, essentially saying, "Good Boy."

The hilarity of the water bottle scene after basket ball practice. Again, I love the basket ball team. The uniform washing scene that turned into let's see how wet we can get each other was impossibly cute. I don't want to hear the phrase "boys will be boys" unless we are talking about a scene like this. That's the kind of boys will be boys behavior that I can get behind.

The whole next scene is my everything. First, the explanation of the uniforms. Then the kiss. The wash clothe coming down to cover Bu Xia's eyes. The initial gentle kisses from Jiang Chi, to more once Bu Xia shows acceptance. Sighhhhh, it was so cute.

Now we are at the point where Bu Xia has got to be getting whip lash from his own brain. You can see his amusement and happiness at all the pictures "deadlock" (by the way, it took me forever to get the joke behind that. That it's their names. I'm so stupid.) Bu Xia is clearly pleased at Jiang Chi taking a secret picture of him. Then he sees the comments and it flips his switch. Now he is back to questioning himself.

And it's all downhill from there. His basket ball teammates are trying to gently push him in a direction. They push too much, though. Leading to a huge misunderstanding for Jiang Chi. Who in his feels pushed too hard. Causing us to end in angst. We have 10 episodes in total and this was only number 6!

Hope you guys enjoyed this! As always, thank you for taking the time to read. 💜💜💜

#stay by my side #stay by my side the series #luta talks stay by my side #luta talks kink

[aehyei]

i saw you were bored so here am i to ask something 😁 could you please do something (idk if its angst or not) with mark and fem reader where they're arguing about something and then he yells at her (something triggering or not) after that he realizes what he has done and try to fix the things between them

ik it's very specific but i REALLY love readind this stuff, thanks!!

OF LIES AND WRONGS

when mark wants to be proven wrong. 

PAIRING: mark lee x reader

GENRE: angst, fluff at the end (?) 

WC: 2.040k 

WARNINGS: panic attacks, heartbreaks, mark’s kind of an asshole???, mentions of cheating, tbh their relationship seems toxic bestie, cuss words

AUTHOR’S NOTES: HI BAEE sorry for the late reply😭😭 but i hope you enjoy this!!! also you beauties are worth more then u think you are and if someone does not see that leave em. 

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”

“What? What don’t I understand!? Fuck, Y/n, I work day and night for our future and when I come home you’re tangled arms with my best friend? My fucking best friend.” Boyfriend!Mark Lee outbursts, his eyes all blurry from anger or betrayal—he really couldn’t pinpoint the difference right now. All he sees is red. 

“Please, Mark, listen to me.” You plead, not being any better than him. Everything was happening too fast and you were scared the situation might get out of hand then it already is. “Please, it was just a misunderstanding. Donghyuck didn’t mean any harm, he was just—”

“—They warned me about you.” Mark didn’t even let you finish. His glare was cold and his voice was deep. You stopped talking and stared back at him silently, heart dropping. 

“What…what do you mean?”

“They said you only used me for money. I didn’t want to believe it. Shit. How can I be so blind?”

“Y-You…you think I used you?” You were hurt, a look of disbelief flashing through your eyes, “Is that what you think of me?” 

“You should’ve told me the truth.” Mark was too blinded by his own pain to realize his mistake. He spat those words as if he meant them, and he did. He meant them more than anything. 

It was useless trying to explain to him, you realized. He would never listen to you. But still, the memories you two used to share kept holding you back. With a small hope in your heart, you shakingly reached for his hand. 

But Mark pulled away from you harshly, his action only breaking your heart more. 

“I wished I never loved you.” 

You let out a soft scoff, still frozen in place. A shaky sob erupted from your throat and then the tears you were trying to ignore came out flowing. Why wouldn’t he listen? You’d always understand him, letting him explain, but why can’t he do the same for you? It was like the filters of life were suddenly stripped down and you were forced to watch the cruel reality. 

He thinks of you of someone else. 

“Mark, I love you.” You breathed out, voice unstable from all the overwhelming emotions drowning you. “And I will never stop doing so. But if you want to let go of all we’ve been through, if you’re doubting me over something so simple…”

“Just leave. Please.” Mark didn’t look at you. He just couldn’t. He bought a hand to rub his jaw and exhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut when he heard the front door close. When he was all alone, in the apartment where you both used to do everything together, he broke down and tried to cover his ears to stop the mocking voices in his head. 

“Y/n?” 

Just by Haechan’s voice, you started to cry once again. The boy’s eyes softened before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. “What’s wrong? Where’s Mark?” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, but you shook your head repeatedly, gripping tightly on his shirt until your knuckles turned white. It was only when Haechan understood. 

“I’m going to kill him.” 

“No, no, please,” You manage to choke out, “Please, it wasn’t his fault.” 

“Y/n, are you fucking with me right now? It’s fucking snowing and you’re just wearing pajamas. Where’s the shithead when you need him?” Haechan spat, full of rage and worry. He pulled you in and closed the door, repeatedly caressing your arms in a way to warm you up. 

“H-He broke up with me, Donghyuck.” 

“What? Why?” Haechan’s jaw dropped as he asked in a harsh whisper. You pulled away from him and tried to calm yourself down to speak properly, but Mark’s words kept messing up with you. “He saw your coat—you left it last night by the couch. He asked why it was there, a-and I tried to tell him but he just a-assumed w-we were…” 

“Shit.” 

“I don’t know what to do. I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen.” You started to hyperventilate, your breath shortening and your chest tightening. It felt like someone was punching the oxygen out of your lungs and everything was blurry. 

Haechan immediately jumped into action, cupping your cheeks and making you stare back into his eyes. “Hey, hey, look at me. Just me. Listen to my voice. Yeah, just like that. Breathe in, breathe out. You’re doing an amazing, good job, I’m so proud of you. That’s right, just focus on me.” 

When you calmed down a bit, Haechan squeezed your shoulder and tried to hide the fact that he too, was angry, but you could see the rage circling his dark orbs. 

“Please don’t hurt him…”

“He hurt you.” 

You closed your eyes, opening your mouth to speak but no words came out. Mark Lee did hurt you and you had no excuse for that. But you know he’s hurting too. 

“Does he even know why I came over yesterday?” Haechan tried to keep his voice stable. And when you shook your head, his anger only flared more. “Does he at least know about your panic attacks?” 

And you shook your head again. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he cursed, running his fingers through his hair, “I want to make him pay.” 

Three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since he told you to leave. But still, despite the anger and betrayal, Mark still found himself staring by the door, waiting and hoping you’d come back. 

You didn’t. 

“You can’t expect her to come running back to you right after you chased her out, hyung.” Jeno sighed, catching the older man’s undivided attention. “She cheated on me. I don’t want her to come back.” Mark lied, knowing fully well what he truly wanted.

“Did she tell you that?” 

“What?” 

“Did Y/n tell you she cheated?” 

That question made Mark blank out for a moment before he snapped back into reality and shook his head. “Well, s-she wasn’t clear on it. All she said was Haechan came by and something, something—she was stammering all over and breathing heavily. When I asked what they did, she answered he hugged her. Then I snapped.” 

Jeno observed him and hummed, smacking his lips together. “Did she look guilty? Scared? Surprised?”

“Hurt. She looked hurt.” Mark whispered, your trembling lips and teary eyes still haunting him. 

“Did you let her explain?” 

That stunned Mark. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth, realizing that he never let you explain in the first place. “I-I don’t think so…but the stammering and she was panicking. I assumed it meant she was guilty? I don’t know, man. I just snapped.” 

“Hyung,” Jeno exhaled, “Haechan has been your best friend ever since daycare. Do you really think he’s the type to steal your girl? The key to every relationship is communication, and maybe that’s what you and Y/n had missed.” 

“She’s not here.” 

Mark almost winced at Haechan’s tone of voice and he did look down at his feet in shame, even if he didn’t know why. “What happened that day?”

“Oh, so now you want to listen?” Haechan scoffed, “You had three weeks, Mark. Three fucking weeks. Where were you when she needed you most? Where were you when she was crying your name? Huh?” 

“You were there though.” 

Haechan licked his lips, analyzing how much of a mess Mark looked. There was a bittersweet message behind those sentences. “I’m not the one she loves. You know that. I can’t give you the answers you want, because it is not my business either. You know where she is, I know you do.” 

Mark's lips trembled, then he buried his cold fingers on the pockets of his coat. He turned around to leave as Haechan was right, he does know where you are. It’s where you two promised to be whenever one felt lost.

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“Hey, someone’s here for you.” 

“Huh?” You confusingly look up to your coworker. She shrugged, “I don’t know. But he said it’s important or something. Go, I’ll cover for you.” 

With furrowed eyebrows, you smile at the children you volunteered to take care of and clasped your hands together. “Guys! I’ll be right back. While I’m gone, no fighting, okay? I’ll get those snacks I promised!”

The children cheered then continued to paint while your coworker attended to the little girl having trouble mixing purple and pink. You exit the room, wiping your tinted hands on your apron and loosely tying your hair while walking outside to the playground just in front of the daycare. 

When you were able to take a glimpse of a familiar coat, you froze. 

Mark slowly turned around to face you, his eyes immediately scanning your figure. You’ve grown thinner and paler, he noticed and couldn’t help but let worry fill his heart. Then he remembered you were still a meter away from him, so he stepped forward, eyes meeting yours. 

“How’s the children?” 

“They’re…painting.” You reply breathlessly, not understanding a thing. You shook your head and stepped back when he went closer. “W-What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to do anything with me. I thought—” 

“Please tell me I was wrong. That whatever I thought happened didn't happen.” Mark pleaded, looking down. He sniffled and looked up to meet your beautiful eyes once again, a tear leaving his. “I want you to prove me wrong—no, I want to be wrong.” 

“Mark…” 

“Please.” 

You let out a shaky exhale, the hurtful memories from three weeks ago mocking you once again. But you pushed this aside and carefully placed a hand on his arm, gently dragging him with you inside the daycare. 

----------

“Apple juice?” You asked, handing him a box. Mark’s widened eyes were stuck on the juice then back at you before hesitantly reaching for one. “Thank you.” 

You gave him a small smile and poked your straw on yours, taking one sip. “I know you've been busy lately, with work literally being an ass and everything so I tried to not add to your burden. I want you to feel relaxed whenever you come home—I want you to feel that it’s alright to take a break whenever I’m around.”

He slightly flinched but didn’t show any more reaction other than drinking on his apple juice. 

“You do know about my panic attacks, right?” 

“I do.” Mark breathed out, afraid of what he was about to hear next but a bigger part of him was somehow grateful. Maybe it really wasn’t what he thought it was. 

“I had another one recently.” You bitterly chuckled, biting your lip. “I couldn’t breathe that day, and I was all alone at home. I wanted to call you, I really do, but I remember how stressed you already are at work. So I called Hyuck.” 

“And…you two hugged?” 

“I guess it was his way to calm me down. He was too focused to ever realize that he left his coat.” You shrug, hands starting to shake. You tried to stop them but Mark had already placed his hand on top of yours, both of you sharing an eye contact that holds more than words could ever tell.

“I tried to explain…” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m the worst.” Mark gently pulled you to his side, making your head rest by his shoulder. “I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve understood. But I pushed you away. Shit, I’m such an idiot. The worst of them all.”

“You said you believed them.” You whispered, eyes already starting to sting too. Mark shook his head and placed his lips on the top of your head, closing his eyes in pure content of having you in his arms once again. 

“I lied.”

“You’re such a great liar.” 

“I love you.” Mark pulled away from you just to softly peck your lips. “I love you and I will always be there for you. I will never let you go ever again. Just, please, don’t hide from me anymore. We’ll talk everyday, we’ll talk about everything.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You nodded your head, smiling when he connected both your foreheads together. 

© aehyei, 2022, of lies and wrongs

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[sunderwight]

concept: what if crowley actually was just a snake?

well, a serpent.

he was created in eden, so he was kind of special, but he was never actually an angel. only he did still tempt eve to eat the apple, and took a bite himself for good measure (seemed like the thing to do at the time), and hell decided to take credit for it and claim he was one of theirs. which sort of made him an honorary demon.

god, amused, decided to give crawly some demonic powers before also booting him out of the garden. the powers included changing forms, so crawly decided to test them out by changing into a form like the nice angel who had once remarked that his scales and eyes were very pretty, and he was so pleased when it worked and he got to stand next to aziraphale and chat.

aziraphale misconstrued the situation as crawly being a demon-y demon, like a fallen angel, who had just disguised himself previously as a serpent and who had serpent-like traits.

crawly didn't recognize this misunderstanding at first, either. it was a "what a wink means" or a "your exactly and my exactly" situation for quite some time (snakes are the hereditary enemies of angels? well, that explains why all the other angels are mean to him...), until aziraphale tried to subtly inquire about crawly's pre-fall history during the flood, and crawly realized that he'd been mistaken for a fallen angel and not just an especially precocious but very earthly reptile.

at first crawly tried to clarify the misconception, but then aziraphale said something about being "above earthly things" or emphasizing the importance of crawly having been an angel once, in a "we're alike" sort of tone, and crawly hesitated because... well, what if aziraphale didn't want to hang out with him anymore if he thought he wasn't ever an angel? at any point?

like, was this whole relationship actually predicated on the idea that crawly used to be an angel, even if he was a demon now? would aziraphale feel differently about hanging out if he knew he was interacting with an earthly being that had been corrupted, rather than something approaching an equal to him in terms of existence and experiences? so in the end he didn't say anything, but he did start going out of his way to try and distinguish himself from his past. not a snake anymore, no! he's a supernatural being! he was on earth sure but so was aziraphale, wasn't he? he wasn't something that squirmed at the feet of greater beings, he wasn't "crawly" anymore, he became crowley, the mysterious and cool and very powerful demon. he could even rescue aziraphale from trouble!

and if he rose enough in hell's esteem, he'd get more power. he just had to be clever about it, and then someday it wouldn't even matter whether he was a snake or an angel at all! right?

but time passed, and crowley found that a lot of things still seemed to come back to this idea of having been an angel once. of course, that was mostly down aziraphale trying to reconcile crowley's apparent virtues with his beliefs about god and heaven and hell. must be the angel shining through! if he knew that crowley was of earthly origins, it would've actually resolved that dilemma for him a lot quicker, because he could just chalk it up to all being hell's fault (this would have its own problems of course but he wouldn't think less of crowley is the thing). but instead it became this issue, and now it had gone on for so long that revealing the lie was a terrifying prospect, because what if aziraphale thought that crowley had been deliberately keeping it from him for nefarious reasons or something?

and then it happened. some way (haven't decided how yet) the truth came out and it did not go over well. aziraphale flipped out.

flipping out, of course, can have a lot of motives and many forms of expression. to crowley, aziraphale's flipping out meant: "how dare you deceive me for all this time, you repugnant serpent? here I've been putting my trust and faith in you, when really you're even more of a demon than the fallen angels! get out of my sight, foul fiend, I can't believe all the time I've wasted on you!"

when to aziraphale, his flipping out meant: "I have to review several millennia of conversations now for all the clues I apparently missed! you mean to tell me that I've taken so little notice of my only true companion in all of this time that I somehow overlooked his actual origins? I am a fool, and apparently I've been thoughtlessly cruel enough to convince you not to trust me with this. what do you mean you've been working with hell to try and get enough power to help me?! I pushed you closer to damnation?!"

so aziraphale needed time to think obviously, and then for non-crowley-related-reasons didn't get back in touch for far longer than he'd meant to (he did not know that crowley was having his own meltdown about all of this, because it would be absurd for crowley to imagine aziraphale would actually reject him for such a thing), and then he got into a spot of trouble and did not ask crowley for help (because he felt guilty for presuming and also yeah some hangups about crowley maybe not being as powerful as he'd assumed, what if he got further indebted to hell, what if he got hurt, etc) and crowley got involved anyway and then took it to mean that he'd lost aziraphale's respect & regard...

anyway, end result: crowley did some investigating on his options, got an idea from some rumors in hell, broke into heaven and edited the book of life to make it so that he had been an angel once.

and it worked! not even crowley now remembers that it ever wasn't the case. crowley got a whole new history, although his ability to "remember" it is touch-and-go. he wrote himself as working on making stars because he likes stars, and because they're one of the things he for-sure knows the angels worked on before earth was created, so it seemed like a safe bet. under reasons for falling he put "asking the wrong questions, hanging out with the wrong people, and rebelling against the will of god" because in absence of apples, that would be more or less the reason why he got booted out of eden. same idea, right? and under rankings and orders and things he just picked all the ones at the top of the list, because aziraphale never talked about that stuff so he didn't really know what it meant. under known associates he put all the angel names he actually knew (mostly the popular ones a lot of humans would also recognize), with a tentative little footnote about having met aziraphale.

end result: a snake accidentally created himself an incredibly powerful fallen-angelsona to ship with his favorite angel and then willed his rpf into existence by scribbling it in the margins of the right book, and because god thought it would be funny, it worked.

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #crowley: *reorients the entire power structure of the heavens because aziraphale got really upset at him* #god: this one snake is the most hilarious non-guy i ever made

[sasusakucoded]

Karin: So.. When will we see Sarada?

Sasuke: I'm not sure if I'll let you see her.

Suigetsu: Hey!! That's foul!

Sasuke: Your last encounter was a disaster, remember?

Karin: It was Suigetsu's fault! Exclude Jugo and me!

Suigetsu: Th-That was just a misunderstanding! I'm sure she has forgiven me!!

Sasuke: But not me.

Suigetsu: Okay, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to cause harm. I just run the DNA test. That's all.

Jugo: Be more sincere with your apology.

Suigetsu: We're on the same team, Jugo!

Karin: Forgive him, Sasuke. Everything's okay now anyway, right?

Sasuke: Fine. I'll ask Sakura first. If she and Sarada agree, then sure.

Karin: Tell us what she likes! We'll prepare gifts!

Jugo: Wait for their responses first.

Suigetsu: I'm sure they'll agree. It's not like they're hot-headed like Sasuke.

Karin: Shut up! *hits him*

Suigetsu: *turns himself into water*

---

Sakura: Thanks for asking me, Anata. But I think Sarada can decide for herself. I really don't mind. *glances at Sarada*

Sarada: W-Well.. It's also fine with me.. If they're Papa's friends then I think I'm safe..

Sasuke: I'll make sure of that.

Sarada: Okay then, Papa. Let me meet them properly this time. *smiles*

---

Sasuke: Here, read and sign these rules.

Suigetsu: Man, you even had time to make terms and conditions??

Sasuke: I'll break your bones if you break any of these rules.

Suigetsu: Relaaaax!!

Karin: Let's just read and sign it already and get over with it!!

Jugo: Let me read it for you.

Do not kidnap my child.

Stay at the cafe at all times.

Do not tell unnecessary stories.

Do not make her eat/drink something illegal.

Part ways at exactly 6 PM.

Suigetsu: You really treat us like some dangerous people, huh. The first point is stupid! She's probably stronger than us! How can we kidnap her?

Sasuke: But she's still a child. So, if she gets hurt.. I'll—

Karin: Fine, fine, we'll sign it! *signs the paper and gives it to Jugo*

Jugo: *signs it and passes to Suigetsu*

Suigetu: *signs* Sayonara! See you at 6 PM!

Sasuke: Sarada, I'm going now.

Sarada: Okay, Papa. Thank you!

Sasuke: *leaves*

Sarada: *waves at them* H-Hi!

Karin: Ah, she's so cute! She looks exactly like Sasuke!

Suigetsu: Come on now, Karin! She looks like her mom!

Jugo: I'm Jugo. This is Karin and that is Suigetsu. We're your father's.. Um..

Karin: Say it!

Suigetsu: Hmm. We are Sasuke's..

Karin: *sighs* We are Sasuke's—

Sarada: Friends? He said you're his friends.

Karin: H-He did? Oh my, Sasuke is so cute!

Suigetsu: Stop that Karin! You're talking to his child!

Karin: S-Sorry.. I got carried away.. I meant it's cute that he considers us his friends.

Suigetsu: I'm sure of that!

Jugo: Stop bickering! Shame on you two. You're embarrassing us to Sasuke's daughter.

Sarada: N-No, it's fine.. Um, I haven't introduced myself formally.. I'm Sarada.

Karin: Nice to finally meet you, Sarada. Let's go?

Sarada: *smiles and nods*

---

They watched her choose her food, which made Sarada feel a little awkward.

Sarada: W-Why are you staring?

Karin: Sorry! We just can't believe that Sasuke has a grown-up now.

Suigetsu: And it's funny because you're really like him. You both dislike sweets.. I mean.. Based on your food selection..

Sarada: Ah, yes.. I hate tomatoes though.

Karin: That must have frustrated him! *laughs*

Jugo: Yeah. The amount of tomatoes he eats on a regular basis is insane.

Sarada: /thinks/ So, they're familiar with Papa on that level.. Good to know. *puts down the menu* Um, can you tell me more about Papa when you were together? How was he like?

Karin: Very hot.

Suigetsu: Karin!!!

Jugo: We'll get in trouble, Karin. Remember his rules?

Karin: Oops sorry! But I was just telling the truth!

Sarada: N-No, it's okay. Mama talks about him like that too..

Karin: See?

Suigetsu: He's his wife though.

Karin: Yeah, rub it in my face!!

Sarada: /thinks/ I can't believe Papa was able to stand them..

Jugo: I don't know if Sasuke mentioned us to you.. In detail.. But.. We were his teammates. We joined him before the war. I think you should know that before we talk about what he's like..

Sarada: Oh.. Is that so? Honestly, I don't know much about his past.

Jugo: Me.. Well.. I joined him because..

Karin: Go on, Jugo.

Jugo: Hmmm. Because..

Karin: Okay. Jugo here was a violent man—

Suigetsu: He's still violent.

Karin: Shut up! *hits him* So.. Jugo has violent tendencies and to him, only Sasuke can suppress that.

Jugo: Yeah. He's like my cage. He's the only one strong enough to stop me. And for that, I'm thankful.

Suigetsu: That's why he's very loyal to him. *takes a sip of his soda* In my case, I joined him because I needed to get something from the enemy. It's a long story but that's my main reason.

Karin: I joined him—

Suigetsu: Because she's so infatuated—

Karin: I said shut up!! *hits him harder* As embarrassing as it is, that's my main reason.. You see.. Your father saved me when we were young. Since then, I liked him.

Sarada: /thinks/ Hmm. Interesting.. I know nothing of what they're saying but they seem to be reasonable.

Jugo: Together, we were Team Taka. Our main goal was to find Itachi..

Suigetsu: And to get rid of anyone who wanted to spoil that plan.

Karin: Hey, I think that's info overload for a child..

Sarada: No, please! I mean.. Please, continue.. I really want to know.

Karin: Okay.. We had several missions. Most of them, we've succeeded.

Jugo: Sasuke was our leader but he treated us as equals.

Suigetsu: Equals in terms of respect, I'd say. We had mutual respect for each other.

Karin: Yeah. We protected him individually as much as we can.. Risking our lives in the process.

Sarada: Was it worth it though?

Jugo: Yes.. For me..

Karin: Without a question.. I couldn't get mad at him no matter what he did.

Suigetsu: Well, I guess I have no choice but to agree. *laughs* Sasuke's personality is hard to describe.. But he's a cool guy. It's hard to explain but he's cool cool.

Sarada: I kinda get that..

Karin: So, that's how he was. He was fun in his own ways.

Suigetsu: Ah, enough of the past! Why don't you give her the presents we prepared.

Sarada: R-Really? You didn't have to..

Karin: Nah, you deserve it! Plus we want to make this event memorable.

Jugo: Right.

Karin: Here! *shows 3 wrapped gifts* Open mine first!

Sarada: Okay! *unwraps the small red box* Oh.. A new pair of specs!

Karin: Yeah. Since you've grown, I think you'd want a new style. *chuckles* I hope you like it.

Sarada: I do! *tries it on* Even clearer than my current one!

Karin: That makes me really happy!

Jugo: This one is from me. *hands the gift with the orange wrapping*

Sarada: Thanks! *opens it* A book!

Jugo: Sasuke said you like reading. That book calms my nerves. I don't know if you need it but.. There.. I hope it will be useful.

Sarada: I'll read it as soon as I get home! I'm sure I'll learn from it!

Jugo: *smiles* Okay.. That's.. Great..

Suigetsu: This one is from me, of course! *gives the purple-wrapped gift*

Sarada: Oh, it's a bit heavy.. *opens the box* Whoa, these are..

Suigetsu: I collect exotic swords you know.. Those are keychain versions of the swords used by the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of The Mist. That's my life's goal actually..

Sarada: That's awesome! Waaah! You guys.. Are so thoughtful! I really like your gifts.. *smiles*

Suigetsu: Yay! I guess we're safe from Sasuke's wrath for a while!

Karin: Ah, I'm so glad you like them! We couldn't sleep thinking how this meeting would turn out.

Jugo: Agreed. I hope Sasuke likes the gifts too.

Suigetsu: We all know him! Sarada happy, Sasuke happy. We did okay. Right, Sarada?

Sarada: Absolutely!

Karin: Okay, but Sasuke will still kill us if we don't feed this cutie!

Jugo: Oh yeah. Please eat up, Sarada.

Sarada: Thank you! Tell me more, please!

Karin: Sure! So.. Have you seen Sasuke's clothes during those days? The open chest kimono?

Suigetsu: KARIN!!!

Karin: What??

Jugo: Talk about something else. You remember rule number 3?

Karin: Fine, fine! Forget that, Sarada.

Sarada: *laughs*

Karin: D-Did we just.. You laughed? Omg! Sasuke will be happy!

Suigetsu: Of course Karin is still after Sasuke's precious smile..

Karin: Shut up!!!

---

Sasuke: Thanks for taking care of her.

Karin: We hope it's not our last meeting..

Sarada: Definitely not! *smiles* Thank you again.. Um.. What should I call you? Karin-san? Suigetsu-san? Jugo-san.

Jugo: That's too formal. You can call us by our first names. Or maybe aunt and uncles.

Suigetsu: That sounds old, Jugo!! But.. Sure.. I guess. Uncle Suigetsu isn't that bad.

Sarada: *giggles*

Sasuke: You've been good to my child. I appreciate that. Let's schedule another meet-up next time.

Karin: Bring Sakura next time!

Suigetsu: Are you sure?

Karin: SHUT THE F UP!!!

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #sasuke sarada #team taka #sscoded no 244

[astral-mariner]

6 - 15 - 24 - 30 Questions ask ;0

6. What's the best/worst part of being online/a creator?

The absolute BEST part of being online as a creator is getting to connect with other creators. Other creative souls who care just as much as the things that mean so much to you. Who themselves create things that bring you joy, make you cry cathartic tears. People who understand the creative process, the NEED to create. It's not just other creators, though. It's also people who engage with the things you create. The people who tell you that what you created meant something to them, moved them in some way, however small. Little bits of human connection. I personally put so much of my soul into my creative projects that, when someone sees even a little of those very real emotions, I feel seen and understood in a way I have very rarely felt in my life. One of the reasons I am creative at all was because I was lonely and had no one to turn to for various reasons. I used art to process my grief over the world being so purposelessly unkind. Not just to me, but generally. Why do bad things have to happen? Why do the people who should love us hurt us instead? And most of my art meditates on answers to those questions and shows characters fighting to find meaning in spite of their circumstances. As for the worst part... It's hard to say because I think of it as mostly positive. Perhaps just that being vulnerable is scary sometimes. And that people are just as likely to misunderstand you online as they are IRL. But online, there's at least the advantage that the people who are engaging with your stuff have often intentionally sought it out, so they are more likely to approach it in good faith. Perhaps, then, the worst aspect of creating online is that those connections you form with other creators and people who find meaning in your content often are so far away, lol. Sometimes I'd like to actually be present with people in a way that's not mediated by art. I very often neglect my real life relationships and responsibilities because my art is where I feel most alive...and I wish that my creative connections were more integrated in my day to day interactions. Fun fact: everyone I've ever dated has met me through my art, and I don't think that's by coincidence at all.

15. What do you think of when you hear the word "home?"

This answer will be somewhat sad... Because I don't think of any one place out here in reality. Literally the first thing that came to mind when I asked myself this question was an empty field on the edge of a wilderness. The sun is setting, the wind is blowing, and I'm standing there by myself. I very often go on long hikes alone to Brood, and I think this has something to do with it. My blood relatives rejected me for being queer. I was sheltered in a religious extremist community and didn't make many friends growing up. I had undiagnosed autism and anxiety, among other things, that I never got help for until I was an adult (and this was not entirely anyone's fault---there was far less awareness of those things in the early 90s, and even adults trying to do their best didn't have the resources to provide effective support). I've experienced a number of traumatic events that have made it hard to trust people and form connections. So at the end of the day...where I feel most "at home" is by myself. Even if it's a coping mechanism. Sometimes feeling comfortable and safe around other people feels so foreign and strange, like I'm an alien visiting from another planet. Even if I really want to connect with others deep down. (I think that's a big reason why I connect to Vegeta trying to adjust to life on Earth after Freeza is gone.)

24. What's one thing you're proud of yourself for?

I'm really proud of myself for getting as far as I have on my Saiyans under Freeza story, honestly. It's the longest creative project I've attempted, and it's close to being finished. I will likely be over 160k words when it's done, and it's the culmination of years and years of thoughts and feelings. I've written other novel-length pieces before, but this easily my most ambitious project.

30. What's one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

Music. Even if it's dark, heart-wrenching stuff. There's just something so moving about it. Being able to engage with things that remind you that other people have felt the way that you do and have used those feelings to create something of beauty. In particular, I love music that is nevertheless somehow beautiful, meditative, and melodic despite being harsh. Favorite genres include classical, goth/darkwave, black metal. An Example:

#ask astral #astral gets personal