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sirenspearl · 2 days ago

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CALEB - Friends don't do this

Warnings: mutual masturbation, porn, closet sex, rough sex, first time together, desperate thrusting, overstimulation, hand over mouth, biting, semi-public sex, stifled moans, creampie, aftershocks, dazed clinging, emotionally intense.

genre: smut

You and Caleb have always been open with each other.It was part of the reason your friendship worked — that weird, shameless kind of bond where nothing was off-limits. He could talk to you about anything. You could say things that would’ve made other people flinch, and he’d just laugh, head tipped back, telling you that your brain was his favorite place in the world.

here were no rules. Just you, and him, and the strange little rhythm you’d fallen into over the years. Late-night hangouts, casual sleepovers, the occasional too-long hug when one of you needed something unspoken. No lines ever crossed, but plenty blurred.

So when he asked you to come over that night — casual, chill, just to hang — you didn’t think twice.

You showed up in your usual post-shower state: oversized hoodie, bare legs, the kind of soft cotton underwear that felt like home. His place was warm, clean in a way that said he’d tried to impress you without saying it out loud.

He opened the door, hair messy, smile crooked. “You’re late.”

“You’re lucky I came at all.” You say in your usual sassy tone.

He stuck his tongue out. “You always come when I ask.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping in.

Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was the quiet intimacy of the night. But somehow, two episodes into whatever trashy dating show you’d landed on, something shifted.

“Do you mind,” Caleb said, reaching lazily for his MacBook, “if I put something else on?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

You thought he was going to play some lame ass action movie but no. you didn’t expect him to open his browser and pull up porn.

"you disgusting little shit" you say with disgusted facial expression causing Cable to laugh.

“Don’t worry,” he said, like this was totally normal. “I’m not gonna jerk off. Just… I don’t know. I like having it on sometimes.”

You stared at him. “With me right here?” “That’s the point.” you keep staring at him and openly judging him.

“I can’t enjoy it when I’m alone,” he said with a small shrug. “It’s not hot unless someone else is in the room. I’m not gonna do anything unless you want me to. I just… I don’t know. It feels less sad this way.”

You stared at him, mouth opening, then closing. "Caleb...that is not normal." He grinned, eyes bright with mischief. “You say that like I’m trying to be normal.” Your instinct was to say no. To laugh it off. To tell him he was fucking insane and grab your shoes. But you didn’t. Instead, you sighed, shaking your head, and muttered, “Fine. But you’re not allowed to make this weird." “I never make anything weird.” “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.” He winked. “And yet… you’re still here.” You roll your eyes and lean your head back. what the hell were you still doing here.

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The video was loud. That was the first problem. The moans were high and breathy and clearly real — not the fake, over-the-top stuff that was easy to ignore.

the second problem was Caleb himself.

He didn’t just watch it. He felt it. Breathing in these slow, shallow hitches. Sinking back into the pillows like he was alone, even though you were right there.

You weren't just watching the screen. You were watching him.

His mouth was slightly open. His chest rose and fell under the soft black tee he’d half-tucked into those stupid grey sweatpants — the ones you’d teased him about a thousand times for being too dangerous. and the he fucking moved. Just a shift of the hips at first. Then his hand — long fingers twitching — rested near his thigh. A rub. Absentminded at first. Then another. Slower. Firmer.

Your stomach dipped. He groaned, soft and low. His head tilted back. And that sound — fuck, that sound — sent a pulse straight between your legs.

You tried to ignore it. You tried so hard. But your body was already reacting before your brain could process what was happening. Your thighs pressed together. You adjusted your hoodie. You stopped breathing entirely when his eyes flicked toward you and then dropped — low, slow, hungry.

“You good?” he asked, voice hoarse. You nodded too quickly. “Fine.”He smiled — a little too knowingly — and exhaled. “Fuck, she sounds like you.” You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“The girl. On the video.” His voice was dreamy, almost dazed. “She moans like you.” you stared at him "wait..how do you even know what I sound like you creep?" He looked at you then, eyes dark and shining. “You think I’ve never heard you?” Your skin started to heat up and your cheeks flushed "What the fuck Caleb"

“I wasn’t trying to. But you always leave your door cracked. And sometimes I’d just be passing by and then… you’d make this sound. Like you didn’t know how to stop yourself.”

You opened your mouth to say something — anything — but then he moaned again. This time because of you. He was hard now. Very visibly hard.

“God,” he whispered. “Why is this so much hotter with you here?”

you rub your temples, trying to calm yourself down but it was no use "Caleb..I swear.."

Your body was buzzing. Your underwear damp. And every inch of space between you suddenly felt razor-thin, unbearable.

“Touch yourself,” he said, almost breathless.

your eyes went wide and you look at him "Excuse me..? Caleb you can't just say that..!"

He leaned in, voice low. “Please. I need it,” he said, groaning again as he pressed into his palm. “And I don’t want to be the only one.” His eyes flicked to your legs. “You’re turned on.” “I’m not—” “You are.” His voice was firmer now. “I can see it. The way your thighs are clenched. The way you’re breathing.” You looked away. He reached out, gently brushing your knee. “Look at me.” You did. “I swear,” he said, “I’ll stop if you tell me to. But if you want this even a little… just stay.” You exhaled. Shaky. Unsure. Wet. And you stayed. Neither of you said anything for a long moment.

The porn still played softly in the background, but it was just noise now — the tension in the room had turned so dense it pressed in on your skin like heat, like breath. Caleb dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and exhaled slowly through his nose. His hand hadn’t left his lap. You were still watching him. And he was watching you watching him. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, voice hoarse. Your chest tightened. “No.” That was all he needed.

He shifted closer, just barely, and let out a sound — low, needy — as he rolled his hips against his palm. The motion was subtle, but it jolted through you like lightning. He rubbed again, slow, firm, a deliberate drag of pressure down the thick line in his sweatpants. Your thighs clenched instinctively. You were soaked. You could feel it — the press of cotton against slick skin, the fluttering ache that had been growing steadily in your core from the moment he started moaning.

He looked drunk off it. His mouth was open, panting softly. His eyes flicked over your face, down your body, then back to your eyes.“Touch yourself,” he said again, quieter this time. “I want to see what you look like when you’re needy.” You let out a breath that trembled. Your hand moved before your mind could stop it — sliding under the hem of your hoodie, then beneath the waistband of your underwear. Caleb’s eyes followed every inch.

“Oh my god” he whispered. Your fingers dipped into yourself. Soaked. Your breath hitched hard.

Caleb groaned — loud, ragged — and dropped his head back against the headboard, his hand now gripping the full length of his cock over his sweats. The bulge was thick and heavy, straining the fabric. “Fuck, you’re touching yourself,” he rasped. “I can’t believe you’re actually…”

You moaned — quietly, shakily — and he snapped his eyes open. “Say something,” he begged. “Tell me what you feel like.” “I’m so wet,” you whispered, eyes closing. “I’ve never been this wet just from watching someone.”

That made him gasp.

“God—fuck—” He shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free himself, and suddenly you couldn’t look away. He was long, flushed red at the tip, already glistening with pre-cum. You whimpered. His eyes fluttered shut at the sound.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he muttered. “You know that? Just—so fucking pretty when you touch yourself like that. Show me more.”

You moved your fingers again, slow and deliberate, spreading the slickness and brushing over your clit. Your hips arched subtly into the motion, breath stuttering.

Caleb watched like a man starved.

“I want to taste you,” he said suddenly, voice broken. “Fuck—I want my face between your legs so bad.” Your whole body shuddered.

He jerked himself once, twice — not fast, but hard. Focused. Like he was trying to memorize the way it felt while staring at you. You moaned again, louder this time. Embarrassed at how fast your body was unraveling.

“I’ve thought about this before,” he confessed, still stroking. “Not like this exactly. But… you. Under me. Wet and panting. Saying my name.” You bit your lip, fingers moving faster now. “I didn’t think we’d ever—” "Me neither,” he whispered. “But now I don’t even want to stop.” The air was charged, burning. You were close. So close it was making your knees tremble.

Caleb leaned in again, his free hand brushing against your thigh as if asking for permission. You didn’t stop him. His lips were inches from your ear when he whispered, “Let me help.” You paused. Swallowed. He watched you — tense, hopeful, ruined — until you nodded. And then… the shift happened.

Caleb slipped his hand down, fingers brushing yours under the band of your underwear. You gasped, but didn’t pull away. He cupped you gently, middle finger sliding through the mess you’d made.

“Oh my fucking god,” he whispered. “You’re soaked.” Your head dropped against his shoulder. “You made me like this,” you breathed.“Yeah?” he said, voice shaking. “You like watching me stroke my cock for you?” You whimpered again. “Yes—fuck, yes.”

He slid his finger in, slow and deep, while still stroking himself with the other hand. You cried out, biting down on your hoodie sleeve as he moved inside you, curling slightly.

“Come for me,” he said, lips against your temple. “Please. I want to see you fall apart.” It didn’t take long. Your body clenched tight, the pressure building sharp and sudden until it broke — heat flooding you from the inside out, your voice catching as you gasped and ground against his hand.

Caleb let out a desperate groan and came right after you, hot and heavy against his stomach, chest rising in ragged breaths as his hips jerked through the last few strokes.

You both collapsed sideways into the pillows, breathing hard, sweaty, trembling.For a moment, it was quiet. And Then— “That was…” you began, voice wrecked. “I know.” He laughed, still panting. “I know.”

You turned your head to look at him. His hair was a mess. His lips were red. His eyes were soft now — not teasing, not smug. Just open.“That didn’t feel casual,” you whispered. His gaze dropped to your mouth.“No,” he said. “It didn’t.” You didn’t know what would come next.

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The worst part wasn’t what happened between you. It was the silence after.The way everything between you and Caleb felt louder because no one was talking about it.

You’d spent the last three nights pretending that orgasm hadn’t happened. That your fingers hadn’t tangled with his. That he hadn’t whispered I want to taste you while stroking himself, eyes on your mouth. You didn’t talk about it. You couldn’t. But the tension between you? You may as well have been shouting.

He sat closer now. Looked longer. He didn’t tease like he used to — not playfully, not harmlessly. Now every glance had heat. Every brush of skin felt intentional.

So when Gideon shouted across the living room, “Let’s play hide and seek — losers get a punishment dare,” you already knew something was going to go wrong.

Because you and Caleb couldn’t be trusted anymore. You didn’t even plan to hide in the closet. You were laughing, breathless, the count ticking down — Ten! Nine! Eight! — and you darted around a corner in the hallway looking for literally anywhere to disappear. The closet door was cracked open. You pushed in and—“Shit—!” A hand reached out to yank you the rest of the way in.

Caleb.

He shoved the door closed behind you both, muffling your gasp, then exhaled hard against your ear.

You were chest to chest. Pressed flush to him. The closet was barely the size of a broom closet — coats brushing your cheeks, the smell of old cedar, the wood beneath your bare feet cool from the tile.

“Seriously?” you whispered, half-giggling. “You’re here?” “You ran into me,” he hissed. “Be quiet—” Footsteps passed in the hallway. The sound of someone shouting: “Not in the bathroom!” You both stilled. And then you started laughing.

Quiet, breathy little giggles that made your shoulders shake. His hands were on your hips now, steadying you, his face so close you could feel his mouth twitch into a smile.

“Shhh,” he whispered, amused. “You’re gonna get us caught.” “It’s your fault,” you whispered back. “Yeah?” His breath ghosted your cheek. “Pretty sure it’s yours.”

Your back hit the wall as you shifted to give him room. But there was no room. Nowhere to go.His thigh brushed up between yours. Your knee bent just slightly. And that’s when you felt it. The slow, unmistakable press of something hard against your hip.

You froze.

Caleb did, too. “Caleb—?” you whispered.

He didn’t answer right away. His breath had turned shallow, his forehead dropping forward slightly to rest against the wall beside your head.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I can’t help it.”His voice was low. Strained. Honest. You swallowed.

It didn’t feel like a joke. It didn’t even feel like a dare. It just… was. Real. Present. Pressed right up against you.

The memory of that night came rushing back — the way he gasped when you moaned, the wet sound of your bodies moving in sync, the look in his eyes when he touched you like it meant something.

And now you were here.

Too close. Too warm. Your short dress had ridden up when he pulled you in, and your bare legs were brushing his sweatpants with every shaky inhale.

You should’ve moved away. You didn’t. Instead, you whispered, “This is dangerous.”

He nodded. Barely. “I know.”

Your hands were on his chest, fingers curled into the soft fabric of his shirt. His hands still sat heavy on your hips. Neither of you were breathing quite right.

And then—you shifted.

Just the smallest movement. An unconscious roll of your hips as you tried to balance.

And Caleb let out the quietest, shattered groan. Your stomach dropped. “Don’t do that,” he whispered.

“Do what?” But your voice was thinner now.

“That.”

You did it again. Just to be sure. The press of your core against him was slow, experimental — your thin underwear the only barrier between your body and the thick, hard line of his cock beneath his sweats. He whined. Low, soft, desperate. His forehead dropped to your shoulder. You felt him tremble.

“You can’t grind on me like that,” he breathed. “You were already hard.” “And now you’re already wet.” The words punched the breath out of your lungs.

You didn’t say anything — couldn’t — and instead let yourself roll against him again, slowly this time, hips rocking once more into his. His mouth dropped open. You felt it brush your skin.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned.

The coats swayed faintly beside you as he gently pressed you back into the wall, his hands tightening at your waist, thumbs brushing under the edge of your dress. You gasped quietly as he rocked up into you, the friction too good, too familiar.

“I think about it every night,” he whispered, like it hurt. “The way you sound when you come. How soft you were. How hot your hand felt over mine.” You were burning.

Your body responded before your mind did — rocking again, your arms slipping up around his neck to muffle a soft, stuttering moan into his shoulder. He cursed under his breath. Then he stilled. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

You didn’t. Instead, you leaned in — your lips brushing his, breath against breath, heart in your throat. And that’s when the closet door creaked.

“Anyone in here?” someone called.

You and Caleb froze.Your mouth hovered over his. Neither of you moved. Neither of you dared. The door didn’t open. Footsteps passed. And the second you were alone again, Caleb exhaled.You were still catching your breath when you heard it. The soft click of the inside lock. Caleb had turned the tiny latch on the closet door — sealing you both inside. Your eyes darted to his, wide, breathless, heart kicking.

“What are you doing—?”

But he was already shifting you, gentle but firm.

Turning you in the dark, pressing your front to the wall of the closet, your palms flat against the wood paneling, your chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. His voice came at your ear, low and wrecked. “I can’t pretend anymore.” His hands slid up your thighs — slow, reverent, shaking slightly — fingers brushing the hem of your dress, pushing it higher until it was bunched around your hips. You gasped when you felt it — the warm weight of his cock, thick and flushed, freed from his sweats and nestled right in the crease of your thighs. Hot, hard skin against the damp cotton of your panties.

“Caleb—” You tried to say something. Anything. But then he rocked forward. And your mind blanked.

The first thrust wasn’t deep, wasn’t precise — just a desperate press of his cock between your thighs, dragging the thick head right along your clothed pussy. You whimpered. Your knees nearly buckled.His breath left him in a shaky hiss. “Holy fuck—” You didn’t realize you were moving until you were rocking back against him — instinctive, helpless — meeting every slow rut of his hips with the arch of your spine. The friction was perfect. Each thrust of his cock between your thighs rubbed right against your clit through the soaked fabric. It felt filthy. Overwhelming. Like a fever dream you didn’t dare wake up from. And then his mouth was on your neck. Hot, open, wet kisses down your jaw, your pulse, his tongue tasting your skin like he’d wanted to for years. His hands grabbed your hips, greedy now, pulling you tighter against him with every roll of his body.

You were panting, trembling, moaning softly into the wall with every pass of his cock between your slick thighs. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, voice unraveling, “you feel so—shit—so soft.” You turned your head, breath shallow, eyes finding his in the dark.

“Caleb,” you whispered. His mouth crashed into yours before the word could fully leave you. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate.

Tongue and teeth, lips parted, mouths gasping against each other like this kiss had been trapped between you for years. Like he was starving for it. Like you’d never survive it. You grabbed at his hair. He groaned into your mouth. His hand slid up your front, fingers curling under the fabric of your dress, and suddenly he was palming your breast — rough, hungry, his thumb brushing your nipple through the lace of your bra. You arched into his hand. He bit your lip. You whined, trembling, your voice cracking. “I need you.”

He froze.

Your words hung in the air — too raw, too loud, too real.Then he growled, deep in his chest. And his hand moved Down your stomach. Past the waistband of your underwear. Two fingers slid through your soaked slit and came away dripping. He hissed, whispering something under his breath you couldn’t catch. Then he hooked his fingers under your thong — pulled it aside. The head of his cock, hot and heavy, slipping between your folds. Your knees nearly gave out.“Are you sure?” he breathed. “Fuck—tell me.” You didn’t hesitate.“Yes. Please—” He didn’t wait another second. He gripped your hip, braced a hand on the wall beside your head, and with a single smooth thrust, sank into you. You gasped — loud and broken. He groaned like it hurt. Like he’d been dreaming of this for too fucking long. You could barely breathe. He filled you so completely you felt split open. Every inch of him slid deep, hot and thick, your body clenching around him like it had been aching for this—like it knew him.

Caleb stayed still at first.

Forehead to your shoulder, panting, hand tight on your hip like he was trying to ground himself. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel like heaven.”You whined — a low, raw sound — hips rolling back into him, your fingers scraping the wall for anything to hold on to. That was all it took. His restraint snapped. His hips drew back. And then he started fucking you. It wasn’t slow anymore.It wasn’t careful.

It was frantic, overwhelming, wet — the obscene slap of skin-on-skin muffled only slightly by the coats around you, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs with each thrust. You tried to be quiet. You really did.

But every time his cock drove into you, you couldn’t stop the moans — breathy and soft at first, then high and frantic as his pace picked up. And when a louder gasp escaped your mouth— His hand clamped over it. Large, warm, shaking fingers curled across your lips, muffling the helpless sounds spilling from you as he pounded into you from behind.You whimpered into his palm. His voice broke right beside your ear. “I’m sorry, baby—I need you quiet—can’t let them hear—” You nodded. Barely. But your body was shaking. Your walls fluttering around him. And Caleb knew you were close.

So he got mean. Rougher.

He slammed into you harder, his cock dragging across all the right spots, your thighs trembling from the pressure of each thrust — and the filthiest part? You were soaked. The squelch of your cunt around him was wet and loud and pornographic, and it only made him fuck you harder. You bit down.

Hard.

Right into the base of his palm as his hand stayed tight over your mouth. He groaned, bucking into you like it drove him insane. “Shit—fuck, just like that—”

He lost rhythm for a second, stuttering into you, hand slipping from your mouth to your throat, thumb under your jaw to tilt your head back, mouth against your skin again.Then he bit down.His teeth sank into the soft curve of your shoulder as he buried himself deep, his moans muffled into your skin. You swore you blacked out for a second. You couldn’t tell which way was up anymore — just the overwhelming drag of his cock, the heat in your belly, the white-noise roar in your ears as your orgasm crept higher, hotter, inevitable.

“Fuck—Caleb—I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he groaned. “I feel you, baby—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight—” You came with a cry into his wrist, your whole body spasming. Everything snapped — the pressure, the tension, the weeks of unsaid things between you, all of it boiling over in that moment as you fell apart on his cock.He barely held it together.You felt him twitch inside you, pace faltering, his voice falling to ragged, desperate whimpers. “Fuckfuckfuck—oh my god, I’m gonna—can I—inside—?” You nodded, dazed. “Yes—yes, please—”

One more thrust. Deep. Hot.

And he came with a bitten-off moan into your neck, his body jerking hard as he spilled into you — thick, hot spurts of cum painting your insides, his cock buried deep as he rode out every last pulse, twitching and trembling. You slumped forward, boneless. His arms caught you. Held you there. Both of you breathing like you’d run miles. Sweaty. Shaking. Still joined, still stuffed full. The closet spun in silence. And when his hand finally fell from your mouth, you whispered — voice shot, lips swollen —

“…We can’t ever just be friends again, can we?” And Caleb, still inside you, kissed your shoulder like it was a promise.

“No,” he said. “We’re so fucked.”

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evilminji · 2 days ago

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It WOULD give you a chance to have in world nuanced takes? And different people having different opinions on the whole thing? Cause on one hand? If it's an ancient curse? Then it's probably one of, if not THE, cultural shift moments of Before and After in curse creations?

Because NO curse had EVER spiraled so wildly out of control like that before. NO BODY could contain it. Nobody.

Emergency workers. Crack teams of mages. Violent quarantine forces. All for nothing. Just food for the every churning machine. It took the curse mutating to it's now "stable" state and EXTREME measures to to stop a full on Zombie type apocalypse.

So now... you don't DO that. No One does that. Cultural trauma! Haunting old ruins can be found in some places, maybe! And curse creation? *instant ethics panel breathing down your neck* Why Do You Want To Study That, Huh? Up To Something??

Meanwhile VAMPIRES? Some of the eldest remember getting abandoned to their "Fate". Left to DIE. While OTHERS were those self same rescue workers. Good people, trying to help. And younger generations? Are CURSE victims.

They have, culturally, essentially a stable zombie virus. It can SPREAD.

YOU could get infected!! Scary!

But.... is it THEIR fault? They never asked for this. Never asked to lose EVERYTHING. Cause they did. They basically DID lose everything.

Fueled by Nature, Fueled by the Sun, it still now completely flipped to something entirely NEW. Something that is "wrong" (not really, just different. But it would FEEL wrong for a long, long time. Because their minds would insist their birth mana was Correct and THIS mana is Incorrect. Foreign. Body horror).

They'd LOSE basicly? ALL of their years worth of practice and study in their first Mana. Poof! All that hard work. Gone. Were you a master before? A respected scholar or battle mage? Tough shit. You're a baby who can't control the FLOW OF YOUR OWN BODY AGAIN. Like a CHILD.

And you can't even die. Not easily. It would HURT. A lot. And take hours and hours of pain, to escape this new hell you've found yourself in. So... lot of anger. Lot of grief. The kids are generally not all right. AND it's usually because of DELIBERATE spread..

Cause if stable? They figured out a way around the whole "I bite to feed-> oops you're bitten-> new vampire-> two people need to eat now-> WE bite to feed" thing. So there are probabaly two camps of new vampires. Those that wanted to stay with those they care about and knowingly signed on. And those that were victims of Bastard Mcgee, the "want to watch the world burn because I'm angry" criminal, who all the other vampires fuckin haaaaate and have been trying to VIOLENTLY locate to... talk.

Because every group has Those Assholes™

Also! Gives you a chance to dive into Mana a bit? Cause they, being natural Mana-sinks, need it to live/be healthy. And blood is just... kinda the richest, safest, and most digestible source available. But! Since you could say a LOT of researchers got hit in that first wave?

They've been working ever since! Trying to figure out how to infuse mana into food. Into water or wine. Hey, (name)! How've you been! How's that salt experiment going? Any progress? :D

Like... the image of sitting in the bright, cozy home. Filled with research and odd little experiments on cheeses or fruit. Deep underground where the sun can't hurt them. The air filled with soft laughter and chatter. Everyone trying to find Non-Experiment food for their guests and "does anyone still remember how to cook?" "Ooh! Ooh! I think so!"

Especially after being told by someone to be careful of Them. That THEY were dangerous. THEY might try to bite you! They have unnatural mana, kid! Preconceived notions etc.

So many ways to go with this! Especially if you nail down the actual Original Event that caused the spread to begin? If it was an accident. A spell gone HORRIFICALLY wrong. Or a Curse etc. What was it SUPPOSED to do, that it created "Vampires"? Somehow tapped into a previously UNTAPPED energy?

Because Anti-mana would always have been there. Nothing new under the sun etc etc. It just? Wasn't something LIVING beings had. It was a part of decay. Maybe the cycle of Mana itself. Like Filtering+-> Mana-> Filtering- -> Antimana-> Filtering+-> etc?

It would render Antimana? Blank! If there are multiple types in nature? A way to break down energy, wash it up as it were, and put it back in a new place? Clean again. Refreshed.

WHICH? Actually? Would leave Vampires able to eat? Some truely RANK and God awful mana? Curses too. Mmmm, spicy. Crunchy munchy. Their curse eats smaller curses for breakfast. Cause Anti-mana is the cleaning element. A blackhole that spits out light, once it's done chewing on it. After it's stripped all the Nature markers from it. WHICH? Is probably how they live so long!

Maybe!

My vampires CAN walk into the sunlight but doing so would reveal what they would look like if they aged normally

Younger vampires don’t have much to worry about but older vamps have reason to avoid sunlight as they age. They are still immortal, but their aged, sunlit selves are significantly weaker than their non-sunlit forms. Vamps over 100 years old run the risk of crumpling over, fully immobile, but still conscious

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kisakis-boyfriend · 2 days ago

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Husband Dazai HCs

Husband!Dazai who won't cry, but on the inside, his heart is speeding up and his stomach is doing a million flips when you propose.

Husband!Dazai who finds it hard to wrap his head around the fact that someone would choose him to settle down with. Working for the ADA is dangerous, and his life isn't exactly a normal one, but you want him — all of him — anyways.

Husband!Dazai who wears his wedding ring with pride. He usually wears it on a necklace, though he occasionally takes it off of the chain and wears it on his finger when he's alone. (Probably while he waits for you to get home from work).

Husband!Dazai who takes you on all sorts of spontaneous dates — suddenly whisking you away to a cafe, local fair, or god knows where else whenever you least expect it.

Husband!Dazai who absolutely acts like a spoiled cat with separation anxiety. Is your lap free? Not anymore as Dazai lays his head on your thighs, silently asking for headpats with those pretty eyes of his!

Husband!Dazai who only allows you to help him when his bandages need changing. Only you have his complete trust in seeing his scarred bare skin, and the privilege of seeing Osamu at his most vulnerable.

Husband!Dazai who takes advantage of the fact that you find his hands attractive. Always gliding his fingers along your arms and touching your chin and face while he speaks with you.

Husband!Dazai who's really, really into handcuffs. Pinning him down and quickly cuffing his wrists is a surefire way to turn up the heat, especially if you cuff him to the bedframe or something similar so that his movement is restricted even farther.

Husband!Dazai who loves how easily you can take control. Even when your husband tries to act dominant and hold the reins, you don't cave so easily. Before your lovemaking is over, you always have Dazai wrapped around your finger as he calls out your name in a wanton moan.

Husband!Dazai who will halfheartedly flirt with women if he deems it necessary to fish for information — however, he understands that you will find out about it and ruin his hole while he screams "I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm yours!" until his voice is gone.

Husband!Dazai who appreciates the way you take care of him after sex (and during too). You're well aware that he hates pain, so when you do leave bruises or scratches on his body, you always make sure to kiss each and every one. You kiss his wrists too, after they've been in handcuffs for some time.

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revelboo · 2 days ago

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just thinking about how cybertronians likely don't get bad breath/morning breath (except our bug boys, who just eat whatever rotting carcasses are lying around)

just imagining a bot coming in like 'why do you smell so bad all of a sudden???' as i casually hide the jar if pickled garlic I've been eating lmao

🤣 human warfare 🔞

Scent

TLK Megatron x Reader

• Feel servos wrap around your ankle and you’re dragged on your belly before he’s flipping you onto your back, his battle mask retracting as the mass displaced mech drops his face against your belly to vent. And immediately recoils, plating lifting aggressively as you glare up at him. Figuring out the alien mechs can be weird about scents had been a blessing in disguise. Because strong, perfumed scents bother them and tend to work as amazing deterrents, something you’re not afraid to use to your advantage when you’re not in the mood for his attentions.

• Snarling as his clawed servos gouge grooves into the berth on either side of your naked body, he clears his vents aggressively. Again? Thought he’d found and destroyed every one of those stinking bottles of scents one of his soldiers had mistakenly provided you, but apparently you’ve been hiding some of them. “You stink,” he growls, battle mask snapping back into place. Rumbling dangerously in threat as frustration winds through him, because you’re naked, thighs slightly spread in invitation and you stink. His spike depressurizing as he keeps trying to clear that offensive scent from his vents.

• Rolling over onto your belly to ignore him, you stretch lazily. Aware that he could seriously hurt you if he wanted to, that he’s cranking himself up to a full blown tantrum, but that he won’t touch you. And he’s shoving up onto his peds, pacing. “You don’t like lillies and gardenia?” You ask innocently as his snarling gets louder. Making a show of sniffing your wrist, you hide a wince, because you really do stink with how much of it you’d sprayed on. Eu de funeral home curbing his libido at least even if your eyes are burning, too.

• Engine snarling louder as you stare at him over your shoulder, expression daring him to mount you. Denta bared behind his mask, you shriek when he grabs you by a leg and drags you to your little wash rack while you kick at him. Intending to wash that stink off of you and shoving open the door, he recoils, venting raggedly. Did you dump that stuff in here on everything? Temper flaring out of control, he snarls as his spike finishes depressurizing.

• And he’s roaring, letting go of you to go ballistic on your wash rack. Smashing it apart as he snarls alien gibberish that’s likely profanity, in a full on toddler tantrum. Sitting up, you watch him go on a rampage, taking out his anger on the room since he won’t touch you when he’s this pissed off and you’re thankful for that. Venting raggedly, he turns and points at you as you just stare back refusing to cower in the face of his temper, because it only makes him worse when you do. “Wash that off now,” he growls and you raise your brows, making a show of looking around at the destruction. Biting into the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as he snarls loudly, pointing at you and ranting in Cybertronian. Definitely not singing your praises right now as he swears at you to make you glad you can’t understand him. And you’re not that surprised when he goes clawing through your stuff, hunting for the bottles to destroy and throwing your stuff. He’ll wind down eventually, but right now? You’re untouchable.

#transformers x reader #megatron x reader #tlk megatron #valveplug

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skobeloffico · 3 days ago

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I love your body I love your taste — I love you.

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x chubby fem!reader

Tags: smut, cunnilingus, sukuna's hand mouth n stomach mouth (mentioned), cannibalism (brief mention), true form sukuna, reader isn't self conscious about their looks/body but is happy about the compliment :D

Sukuna who likes chubby women bc they have more "meat" on their bones, and without knowing he's complimenting every chubby woman he sees because he thinks it's an insult or a threath when he says "I'll devour you." And it worked. Somehow, weirding out most women. Until you came along.

"You will make an excellent meal. I'll devour you while relishing in your screams." You blushed, "Oh my — why aren't you a flirty guy." "Huh."

You never thought a handsome, buff guy like him would find you attractive, let alone compliment you so vulgarly — you didn't mind though, leaving with a wave and a wide smile.

But fuck — he never thought that a sight of a woman smiling up at him, at a threath of eating and tearing off your flesh would make him spiral into making you his wife and fulfilling that promise — in his own way.

Now he's buried between your thighs, licking at your pussy as you yelp out when he bites at your thigh. Growling as he feels the flesh around his teeth — he can't get enough. That gold band around your ring finger as you tried to shush your moans makes him go crazy, licking off your arousal from his lips as he smirks showing of those dangerous teeth he threatened you with once (without you knowing — so oblivious he thought).

Sukuna then rose from your opened thighs to sit and admire your quivering form, that dangerous smirk not leaving his face as you saw one of his four arms rise up — palm facing you as a mouth with a rolled out tongue appeared on it. "We can't let the essence go to waste now."

He placed his big hand against your cunt letting the mouth do its thing as it licked at you again, bringing you to an another bring of pleasure as he kissed you roughly. The other pair of hands holding your plump hips as they grinded against the tongue — whimpering around his lips as he didn't let you catch your breath.

When sukuna pulled away to look at your teary eyed face as you looked up at him with a faint smile, hand still pressed against your pussy. With a gruff laugh a large mouth appeared on his abdomen.

"We aren't done."

Funny how those mouths he can spawn out of nowhere can taste anything normally as his normal mouth and tongue.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #sukuna #sukuna fluff #sukuna drabble #sukuna smut #sukuna hcs #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryoumen smut #sukuna ryoumen fluff #sukuna ryomen #chubby reader #jjk x chubby reader

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petrock-rambles · 2 days ago

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IIRC they don't even forbid marriage, because one of the council members (I want to say Ki-Adi Mundi?) was married and had kids. They only forbade attachment, which brings up my main criticism of the Jedi:

They never really explained, to Anakin or the viewers, what attachment meant in common terms. I am sure they tried to explain it to him, but they probably did so in their own terms that come from a lifetime of Jedi teaching, which Anakin didn't have.

There's a misunderstanding in the Star Wars fandom that mirrors what Anakin thought the Jedi meant, which was that the Jedi forbade love. But they didn't! They forbade possessive love. A Jedi was not supposed to long, want, and worry for someone - because the Force takes care of everybody. They weren't supposed to be controlling, possessive, or jealous, because those things can lead to anger and hatred and suffering (and by extension, the Dark Side). Also, there's the practical consideration that if smugglers or Sith Lords know who you love, they can hold the people you care about hostage or use them to hurt you.

Love is biological, it's not something that can be forbidden, but it can be dangerous. It can hijack your thoughts and actions and lead you to do stupid stuff, like showing off and endangering yourself, or slaughtering a whole Tusken village. So the Jedi wanted their members to... Ah, what's the word. Not to avoid love, but to temper their love, to avoid getting tangled up in the recklessness of being completely head over heels in love and letting it override your better judgement. If push came to shove and you had to choose between love and duty, you were supposed to pick duty.

What Anakin really needed was someone who could speak his language to communicate this to him. The Jedi tried, I am sure, we even see Anakin going to Yoda for help and Yoda trying, but that difference in understanding and language was like a wall between them. And that's my criticism of the Jedi - They didn't know how to communicate with Anakin, which eventually drove a wall between him and them.

Friendly reminder that if you're gonna critize the Jedi, they have to be wrong.

"They told Anakin he wasn't fit to be a Jedi" Yeah, was he? He was unhappy the whole time, broke all their rules and eventually slaughtered them.

"They massacred the Sith Order" Yeah. Those "I'm better than everyone and everything and they all should kneel to me or die" people? I see no issue here.

"They fought in the Clone Wars as peacekeepers." Yeah. What was the alternative? Standing by as the clones, civilians and the Republic itself (the best government out those in the galaxy, although admittedly that's rather a low bar) were massacred by the Separatists? Yeah no. And peacekeepers ≠ pacifists.

"They forbid marriage." They are a religious organization, monks. Fobidding its members from marrying is pretty standard in monasteries. They also aren't celibate, friendship isn't discouraged at all and it's all but stated by Obi-Wan in TCW S6 that romantic feelings are perfectly allowed. Several of the Order's members practice their home planets' culture and religion and language (Barriss has a Mirilian Idol in her room, she Luminara Quinlan etc have cultural tattoos, many characters have accents which implies Basic isn't their first language and others don't speak Basic at all,etc). They have no dress code, they are allowed to drink, smoke, etc., even become part of other religions organizations (see Plo Koon)! Marriage being forbidden is nothing, literally meaningless next to the freedom Jedi have.

If you're gonna critize the Jedi, they have to be wrong.

No, they shouldn't change their whole way of life just because you don't like it.

#star wars #jedi

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thewritingfairy · 3 days ago

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of course 🙄 jason’s terrorizing a civilian family once again, so not heroic 😒 ngl how is the rest of the JL not hearing about how the family is acting towards Reader? surely some of the public must’ve noticed the behavior of the family and said something about it, right? 😭 right??? 😖

(this is not meant to be hate towards your writing, it’s amazing and it’s giving me many thought worms about it. i’m just curious if any of the other leaguers besides Clark have noticed or heard anything about the batfam bc it seems like they’re trying to look normal about missing Reader but it looks like Jason is failing terribly 😓)

Phone format, chapter mentioned; 06. Reassurance

I absolutely understand your questions and I absolutely take it as a compliment that my writing brings up questions. Because if there are questions there is a story still to be told.

I have a small detail I keep in the background, in most comics I've read Batman is the reason the Justice League can exist without government interference. In my fanfics its that and worse.

The justice league is willing to overlook how Batman acts towards you because you are just a small life compared to all the lives they can save as the justice league. (In my fanfics the JL knows who batman is and his family because it creates great angst potential)

It's something Superman doesn't agree with, but he cannot deny how the JL and the younger JL has helped his children.

The JL only exist with Batman because without Bruce Wayne's money they cannot function. They cannot fund such activities on their own, and if the government were to take over their civilian lives would be in danger.

And you kept it all hidden until the end, you who is as strong as your mama. You deep down know who your family is, but you still don't want to admit it.

You're in denial, why wouldn't you be?

How could your father be so kind to others but not to you? A child from a woman he loved more than himself, from a woman he almost loved as much he loves Gotham.

When your grandma told you nothing but great stories about their love? Even when her eyes narrowed while thinking of Bruce, he's your biological father and her own grievances against him never became clear until you showed her the scars Jason left.

From that day forward your maternal family did everything they could to keep the Wayne's on their toes but you safe. At first they thought it was out of anger that Bruce cheated on your mama, but the second you disappeared it became clear. It's you, it's always been you.

Your grandma hates Bruce not just for cheating on her daughter, she hates him because she reminds her of everything that's wrong in this damn world. A man who's privilege keeps him from falling, someone who tries to do good yet cannot be good to those in his life.

Your maternal family's anger bled over to civilians, but Gotham has never been the most morally pure now have they? Civilians could empathise with the rumours of neglect surrounding you, that you have scars from the child that suddenly rose from the death. But it's the villains that empathise the most with you, for you in this story are one of the few that still looks at them with eyes that show humanity instead of just fear.

You are not afraid of Gotham's villains, nor are you afraid of Luthor (is it Luthor or Luther?) but that's a story for a different time, you embrace them with the same warmth your mama would have used. You condemn them, but you recognise their human. The side of society that pushed them towards this life, you still think that they should do better and be better. But compared to others you never fail to see their humanity.

Well except the Joker and Death stroke. You've only really interacted with the mild-mannered villains (besides Penguin) so are you truly that well versed in the world of Villains? No.

The you in this story is very similar to someone I know or rather knew, you are done fighting. Sure, you'll be petty by asking Penguin to leave clues behind for your family (and the bats). And those clues contain nothing but your pain ridden writings.

Where you write about how you wish life could have been different, how you wish you weren't so alone. How you wish you didn't feel like dying. How you wish that every breath felt like a relief instead of poison waiting to explode.

Jason is the one who takes these clues the hardest, it's also why he sucks at acting normal. These letters started to increase after he attacked you. Isn't that a clear indication that he fucked up your life to a point of no return? That he is just like the Joker?

But back to your question because I'm getting off track, due to you not really giving a shit anymore besides not wanting any contact, the JL doesn't really talk about you. They see it as a sign that you've moved on.

At least, besides both Conner and John (Superboy) and Superman. Those three talk shit about the batfamily without hesitation, mainly because Clark knows he isn't the best either. But at least he's never neglected a child to the point of them almost dying.

Diana is a bit of a weird story however, she wants to kill Batman but at the same time the world needs him so she can't. Yet, unlike the others she has found you.

Not because of a hospital visit, but because of your mama. Diana had a dream and the day after she found you. (I'm definitely making side chapters on the dreams because this is me coping with the fact that my intuition is a bitch and with the fact I still have nightmares almost daily)

The rest of the JL? They care, but they don't care enough to piss off Batman. Like, Aquaman doesn't even understand what the fuck is going on. So, he doesn't meddle.

I can't give a more in dept answer in case of spoilers because this is already spoiling it a bit ngl.

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viktateapot · 9 hours ago

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CAT AND BIRD

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER (CAT GIRL)

Your cat girl was pissing him off. And he, Damien Wayne, knew it. He knew that every smirk, every cocky look was a challenge that he couldn't help but respond to. And he liked it, even though he would never admit it.

"You like playing with fire, Cat," Damian growled, pinning you against the wall. You could feel his body trembling with suppressed desire.

You ran your fingers over his mask, down to his lips. "You like to burn, Robin," you whispered back, feeling him inhale your scent.

He hated that you reminded him so much of his father's Catwoman. Independent, bold, and dangerous. But it was precisely that that drew him to you like a magnet.

"Are you going to remain silent, little bird?"

A playful light lit up in Damian's eyes. He loved this chase, this game of cat and mouse that you always seemed to initiate.

"What, little bird?"

He leaned closer, their faces inches apart. His voice was a dangerous whisper. "Watch your tongue, cat. It might get bitten." He caught your hand in his, pressing it against his chest. "And I don't mind. Maybe you should check your vocabulary while you're at it."

"Well, I don't know, Robin, but I think I'm the only one biting here."

Damian's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. "Is that so?" He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath coming in short pants. "I can bite back, little catgirl. Don't forget that." His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you against him.

"Well, I'm the cat here, and you're just a birdie, Robin."

A soft chuckle escaped his throat, the sound dark and intoxicating. "Keep telling yourself that, cat." His lips were almost touching your ear when he whispered, "Cats have claws. Birds have wings. And I can fly anywhere I want."

"You don't have wings, idiot. You only have a cape."

His hand on your waist tightened, and he pulled you even closer, if that was possible. "You forget who you're talking to, cat." His voice was low and dangerous. "I may not have wings, but I can still fly higher than any bird."

He watched your reaction closely, his eyes burning with a wild intensity. When you didn't respond, he leaned closer, his lips almost touching yours. "And right now, I'm not flying anywhere. I'm staying here with this annoying cat girl who won't shut up."

"That sounds like a strange threat." You touched the edge of his mask.

His body tensed at your touch. He liked it when you touched his mask, as if you were trying to reveal him without actually taking it off. He chuckled. "It should be like this." He gently grabbed your wrist with his hand, his thumb sliding over your pulse point.

His thumb continued to gently stroke your wrist, making your pulse race. He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a soft rumble. "Do you know what your problem is, little cat?" He didn't wait for an answer. "You talk too much. And you touch too much."

He let out a soft, mocking chuckle, his warm breath brushing against your lips. "And here I thought cats were quiet hunters. You look more like a chatty kitten." His grip on your wrist tightened for a fraction of a second, but not enough to cause pain.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and laughed softly. "And you look like an annoying little chicken."

His body shook with silent laughter, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled into his neck. The sudden display of affection caught him off guard, but he didn't push you away. "Fuck you," he whispered with a faint grin, his fingers playing with your hair.

You made a purring sound.

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed that it was somehow arousing him. His hands automatically tightened in your hair, pulling you closer to his neck. "Stop making those sounds..." He sounded genuinely irritated, but his body was pressed against yours.

He swallowed and, as you continued to "purr" against his neck, his hands gripped your hair harder than he intended, and before he could think about it, he buried his face in the curve of your neck, mimicking your actions. "Shut up"

"What's the matter, Monsieur Wayne? Don't you like it?" You purred in response.

All pretense of irritability vanished, and a real shiver ran down his spine. He pressed even closer to you, his lips almost touching your neck. "Damn..." he muttered against your skin. "Either stop making those sounds or consider yourself bitten." His teeth lightly grazed your neck.

"Meow..."

His control broke. His hands suddenly gripped your hips, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pinned you against the nearest wall, his lips crashing into yours in a sudden, fierce kiss. His teeth lightly scraped your lower lip, mimicking his recent threat. "Shut up..."

The kiss was hard, demanding, and you responded with equal fervor. All the words, all the smirks, all the cat-and-mouse games, disappeared in an instant, leaving only a primal desire.

His hands squeezed your hips harder, pressing you against him so that there was almost no air between you. You could feel his heat, his hunger, and it ignited a flame within you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it and allowing him to dominate you in a way that made your legs tremble.

He growled into your mouth as you tugged on his hair, deepening the kiss. One of his hands slid up and tangled in your hair, mimicking your actions, while the other gripped your thigh possessively. He broke the kiss only to leave a trail of biting kisses down your neck, leaving his marks on you.

"Mm... You know that sex on the roof is not the best option, birdie."

*He paused mid-kiss, his teeth gently scraping against your pulse point. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.* "Then suggest something better, kitten. Because right now, I'm two seconds away from fucking you right here against this wall." *His hand squeezed your thigh warningly.*

You looked at him, a challenge in your eyes. "There's an abandoned warehouse a few blocks from here. I'm sure we could find something interesting to do there."

Damian's eyes gleamed, a predatory glint taking over. "Lead the way, cat. I have a feeling this night is about to get a lot more interesting."

With that, he jumped off the rooftop, you wrapped tightly in his arms. In the next moment, they disappeared into the night, ready to find more ways to dominate each other.

#dc x reader #batboys x reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne x you #robin x you

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saisaixchan · 2 days ago

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Oh.... Spica, honey (derogatory).... I'm sorry.......... You have no chance here...... You will never match Ichi's love and care for your sister.......

LIKE- all joking aside, im expecting Ichi to hate Spica. Especially if/when she tries to use Kumugi as a stepping stone to get to know him

Ichi has shown that he's able to read people extremely well, and notice when they're lying to him because they have ulterior motives.

Desscaras lies to him, but Ichi either never picks up on it or doesn't care, and it's likely bc Dess is doing so out of love and care for him. Her lies are literally how she's risking her life to protect him. He's sensitive to hostility bc it was how he adapted to survive - He has no reason to feel anything suspicious from someone doing everything they can to save him from a prophesied death.

Same with Kumugi. I think one of the reasons he immediately imprints onto her- besides her showing him immediate kindness- is that he doesn't sense anything negative/dangerous about her. She's an open book, she has no hostility or bloodlust in her, and she's only ever sweet and helpful

Even Ichi's first meetings with Desscaras and Gokuraku had him attacking them in defense/retaliation, but Ichi has 100% liked Kumugi from the get-go. In fact, he's the only one to ask if she's okay when she gets sad or depressed

If Spica says or does anything negative towards Kumugi, someone he cares about, he's bound to notice right away. If Spica tries to manipulate Kumugi for her own benefits, Ichi will notice. If Spica lies and says how much she's done to care for her sister, Ichi will notice. If she lies and says how proud she is of Kumugi, and how they're extremely close, Ichi will notice.

Because none of it will be truly reflected in her actions or expression. He noticed how Uroro only cared for himself, and there's no reason to think that Ichi wouldn't notice the same thing about Spica.

And he's picked up on the fact that Kumugi keeps acting strange whenever her sister is brought up

Assuming Ichi picks up on all of this and puts the clues together - which I'm sure he will, as he's demonstrated that he's incredibly emotionally intelligent - he will not take Spica's attempts to use Kumugi lying down.

A reminder, this is how he reacted to Bakugami insulting Gokuraku:

Ichi does not like when the people important to him are insulted.

In addition to everything here-

The series is very focused on human bonds, connections, etc. Ichi was abandoned in the woods, and the one person who did care for him- Minakata- didn't stay. He has so little understanding about friendship and family bonds that Rachia had to explain to him what friendship was (which is how he realized he was friends with Gokuraku and Kumugi), and it was only after seeing how far Gokuraku would go for his sister that he understood how deeply the bonds of family run.

Desscaras adopted him, and he was so excited to have a real, tangible bond with someone that he immediately went to the only other person in his life that he likes- Kumugi- and asked her to join in.

After he realized he and Gokuraku were friends, Ichi went to any lengths to help him out.

He's still understanding what friends/family are and what they mean to him. But it's clear that he values both deeply.

I imagine that Kumugi's relationship with her family will show Ichi what a family isn't supposed to be. How, even though they have a blood relation, Kumugi and Spica are about as close as strangers. Bonds are not formed in blood, but in actions. And Ichi's actions have shown how much he cares for and valued Kumugi, even before he had a word to describe that bond.

My point being - this series is very focused on bonds. Human relationships.

Now- to preface, I don't believe that romance is necessary to have a full, individual human experience. But, if the series continues on this path of exploring all of the important bonds humans can experience through Ichi's eyes, especially those related to love and family, romance is definitely one to touch on.

And given the set up of how Spica is interested in Ichi, and how Kumugi is in the way of that because of how much Ichi cares for her, I wouldn't be surprised if Kumugi and Ichi became love interests. It feels like a very classic shoujo romance set up here

And, normally, I wouldn't want a shonen series like this to tackle a topic like romance, because they historically haven't had the, uh, best execution. But I think Ichi has a lot of potential in how it can or wants to explore that topic. Given how deeply it's exploring the topics of family, friendship, bonds, etc, I trust the author and mangaka to handle writing a romance with the sensitivity and care it deserves

And like, either way they go about it, Ichi and Kumugi's relationship is adorable. I'd honestly enjoy it if they just stayed friends, but at this same time, i don't feel any sort of dread at the idea of canon veering more into romantic territory for them, which I can't honestly say for many other shonen lol

Anyway im really excited to see how this shit show will go down LOL

#ichi the witch #madan no ichi #kumugi #spica harvest #txt post #meta #i guess????#i had a lot of thoughts #ive actually loved ichi since ch 1 came out but I didnt wanna get too invested yet #but now there's enough for me to be like #“ok yes this series is fantastic and i love it and i have a lot of thoughts i wanna speculate on and share”

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sisconstsg · 1 day ago

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stockholm w sugu :3

A/N: YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE BABE ♡. okay, this is very veeerrry subtle n subdued, nothing crazy going on as i think it's how a situation like this would go with him. not a lot of yelling or outright crazy involved, just quietly manipulative (just like he is). :) ── .✦ BLOSSOM™

CW: (YAN!AU (or not just suguru being crazy which he already is lmfao). no real tw's just fluffy. hints at forced caretaking but it's him we're talking about soooo.)

suguru had a routine for you. if you ever doubted he actually cared for you, you only had to look at those early mornings he insisted to spend beside you — long, quiet, and cozy. under a stolen thick sweater and his strong hands cradling yours with the gentleness of a mother; handing you your first meal of the day like it was his sacred duty.

he adjusted his schedule to you, you know that? it seemed his workday at the temple stared more and more close to noon as time went by, always plagued by a little promise of “just five minutes more”.

just five minutes more in your warmth, basking in the rare smiles you offered, hoping he could finally break a real one out of you.

“you're thinking so hard i can see it on your face,” suguru smirked down at you, bringing you back to earth with a little squeeze against his chest. his free arm disentangled from your waist to press his thumb against your forehead, smoothing the thoughtful creases forming there. “you're going to get wrinkles”.

“can't i even think now?” you sighed in exasperation, half mocking half truth. the man was exhausting to be around sometimes. for someone who seemed so nonchalant at first and so obsessed with caring for others, the more time you spent confined to him, the more you realize all this fear and paranoia he spoon-fed you, about your safety and your survival, came from within.

he kept you chained inside his ribcage and hid the key, but liked to pretend you walked into it yourself.

and at some point, you just gave up trying to find it.

maybe you did. maybe at some point you just accepted being his was the only option.

suguru rubbed his face against yours, petulantly so. much like a needy cat marking you with its scent. “no,” he sung, too giddy. “no you can't. you don't need it”.

“i don't need to think?”

and he just smiled at your frowning confusion. with his eyes, too. pretty, too pretty for this world.

long fingers threaded through your hair. locks now soft and silky from his care. he turned on the bed to hug you better, to keep you better, in the hold of his arms. buried in that soft sweater of his, smelling of sandalwood and him. hearing the gentle thumping of his heart when he needed you close enough.

it was all him him him.

the most dangerous kind of prison: one that's warm, safe and well-meaning. one that doesn't make you want to leave.

“no you don't,” suguru repeated himself against your hair. his sweet voice cradled you closer, pressed up against his self. “i can do it for you. my baby doesn't have to think for herself”.

“you're crazy,” you groaned. and he laughed it off. humming happily, as he had nothing else to say.

he didn't have to.

you could mouth him off all you wanted, be a brat all you wanted. but at the end of the day, you still melted in his arms, when he pushed enough.

he wouldn't let you go. couldn't stop loving you even if he wanted to. not even if the world ended.

#writing suguru always leaves me feeling like i need a mental hospital #what a weird ass mindset to get into. he's just insane #suguru geto x reader #dark jjk #fluff #yandere jjk #yandere geto #yandere suguru geto #yandere suguru x reader #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #suguru x reader #⟢ blossoming tales

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need-a-hand-peter-pan · 25 minutes ago

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"I was in charge of hiring him... not a big deal, not that hard to find aspiring writers, except... I had no idea he was the type to make changes to the story as he was writing instead of just letting the story happen...

So shortly after Maleficent had laid her egg, which is normal for dragon fae who are in dragon form during labor specifically so Marie shouldn't have much issue avoiding it, the author blocked the road with a cart. He had been using the guise of a merchant to blend in with our world for some time by then... claimed that a terrible dragon was blocking the path to the town, which wasn't fully false but also not entirely true, she only came out of her cave if someone was getting too close and didn't really bother anyone who knew she was there and went around.

He then told them where I lived, knowing that Snow was still upset over the vision she recieved about Ruth from a unicorn... now, back in the day such visions were used to determine the gender of a child, or how many you were having, but many also believe these visions capable of predicting what morality the child will turn out... David got a vision of a happy little baby who could do no harm and looked at him with love in her eyes... Snow, however, got a vision of a grumpy, angsty teenager who told her she didn't care that Snow was her mother... every mom's worst fear, right?

She was holding in panic, wouldn't tell David about the vision exactly but made it clear hers was different. So when they got to my hut for supplies she started asking about spells to ensure that her child would be born with a light heart. I'm sure Gold has told you all magic comes with a price... some costs we can't communicate... for many reasons, too, it's not always that we don't want to, in my case the author had already written that part in.

He changed fate so I couldn't tell Snow what would happen. Now, I was unaware that Maleficent had an egg until it was brought to me. The babies need to be around the same age and Ruth hadn't been born yet so I figured Snow wouldn't be able to find anyone to help her with this spell. I was wrong.

I also had to grapple with what to do once the spell was completed... Marie's heart was supposed to turn fully black and yours was meant to be fully red, Ruth... a fully black heart is dangerous, those who possess one are incapable of emotions and empathy, they are cruel and cold far more than any ordinary villain... so, thinking I'd completed the spell properly, I sent Marie away as the egg was hatching, sending her somewhere I didn't think we would ever end up, to the world without magic.

Admittedly, I never finished my studies, and some details of some spells were not written by the time Merlin was turned into a tree... others, not yet translated. So I did it wrong and now you both have a speck of what your original morality should have been..." Mickey finishes explaining.

Marie stares at the floor, her eyes dilated like while she was a dragon. "That would affect our fates, wouldn't it...? Change our entire stories... our destinies...?"

"Yes... and it did... severely... it's why you need permission to do dark acts despite having such a capacity for darkness... and why Ruth didn't think twice before biting Peter and taking a chunk out of his arm," Mickey nods

@need-a-hand-peter-pan

Marie snoops around the woods outside a small town in Maine. "I swear, Ruth, I know there's something up here... the vibes are off... like seriously off"

“Snooping when something feels off is how people get killed in horror movies Marie! And we both know I’ll die first because I’m disabled!” Ruth hisses as she follows her friend. Her cane tapping across the ground as she shadows Marie.

“We just need to keep our heads down long enough to fix our car I don’t see…” she stops talking. There’s a whirring sound.

“Do you hear that?”

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tanukiace · 2 days ago

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So, Batman has a no kill code right. His kids know that, and try to abide by it... Safe for Jason. But every time Jason tries to kill the Joker, Batman stops him. He tries to kill another villain ? Batman stops him. Again and again.

At some point, Jason gives up trying to do it himself. But he got a plan. See, Alfred has no such rules. He doesn't have a no kill code. He served in the army. He has a gun stashed in each room of the manor, just to avoid having to run to a specific room. The man is dangerous, especially when at the manor.

So, Red Hood starts to write letters, passing as Bruce Wayne, to insult major mafia bosses. Obviously at first it doesn't do anything, but Red Hood spies on them. He learns their every move, he learns everything they're doing. Then, he carefully write those down in a letter, which baits them into the manor. Sometimes they may take someone hostage. But in the end it's the same result. Alfred being done with this shit and just straight up killing the villain.

Obviously to bait the Joker, it's much harder. He doesn't really care about anything but bothering Batman. So Jason has the genius idea, still passing as Bruce, to say that he is Batman's lover. Cue to Joker coming at the manor, to kidnap Bruce, in order to mentally destroy Batman. And maybe cus he's jealous to have to share the attention.

Joker : "Oh Brucie where are you ? Come here loverboy !"

Alfred, already getting the gun out: "Surrender now or die. My grandson is visiting for once, you won't waste this evening."

Jason, the grandson in question, who only visited because he knew when the Joker would be coming that night : "Hell yeah, you tell him Old man."

The Joker laugh at Alfred, but doesn't have the time to try anything that he's shot straight in the head by the Butler.

Alfred : "It's the third time this month, I wonder where they get the idea to come here. Do they think I do not kill ?"

Jason, looking too smug : "They're fools if they think that."

Alfred : "It's almost as if someone sent them here, isn't it, Master Jason?"

Jason, now sweating : "You uh, you should ask Bruce to uh, investigate that. Or not. There's no point isn't it ?"

Alfred : "If you come to family dinner every week, maybe I ought to convince master Bruce not to investigate."

Jason : "Done."

Alfred : "Now leave, I've got to call the cop, again."

Jason : "See you monday old man !"

After the Joker's death, the family is baffled he even comes to dinner with them. His talks with Bruce don't end up in dispute as often as before. He actually stops killing people, and starts to invest time in Wayne Enterprises, by creating a program that would form, and help prisoners to reinsert themselves into society.

And the best part ? Everyone but Bruce ends up knowing what actually happened for Joker to get killed. Of course Jason would have preferred to kill the Joker himself, but that's good enough too.

#my boy is finally free #maybe Bruce find out #but it's when it's too late to report Jason #and he's much happier since the joker died #but he will never admit it #except maybe once when he's drunk #red hood #jason todd #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batman #incorrect batfamily quotes

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alllgator-blood · 2 days ago

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stupid update post thing

I know I never *owe* explanations for stuff but I feel so, so bad when I don't get back to people, answer any asks or I fall through on stuff I said I'd make for them and just things like that. I really feel best being open about everything so I don't come off like I'm intentionally ignoring anyone, or seem like I see myself as Above talking with people who are nice enough to reach out. So here's an update I kept rewriting for days because I didn't know how to approach what's kind of a taboo topic.

If you're not comfortable reading blocks of text about general themes of Not Wanting to Be Alive Anymore, don't feel like you have to read beneath the cut:

Tbh it was only a matter of time before the topic came up, especially with one of the comics I have planned, but my default state of existence is usually passive suicidality. Which if you don't know, means I won't go out of my way to do anything crazy, but pretty much every day I'm thinking about how nice it'd be to fall asleep and never wake back up, or other thoughts like that. I feel like it's not uncommon in chronically ill people, because pain and discomfort is kind of the main aspect of being chronically ill? I feel like that state is livable when I'm not actively in a bad situation.

But when I AM in a bad situation, it's absolutely suffocating, because it quickly spirals into something less passive and becomes more of a tug of war between My Indomitable Human Spirit and the Call of the Void. I have multiple conditions, but the one flaring up the most right now (PMDD) literally just obliterates me with hormones/stress chemicals until whatever chemical makes me feel joy is completely drowned out with cortisol. It's a completely fucking evil disorder imo because it starts around two weeks BEFORE your period- so if you're already struggling to survive other conditions, it'll seem completely natural that your energy is all gone, nothing brings you joy at all, you don't want anyone to look at or speak to you, and everything that already made you want to die suddenly seems so much more worth dying over. It happens gradually. But then suddenly you start your period and you're like, ah. So it was Hysteria all along. And then your other conditions are already aggravated 10x more than usual because of the stress PMDD causes.

I can't express how awful it is to not ever feel like a human being and more like a vessel for misfiring pain receptors and chemical imbalances. So while I keep WANTING to come back on here, talk to everyone, seem normal again, right now it feels impossible. I can't even do anything for myself right now. I've disappeared on here before and I'm not sure if this is gonna be one of those several-months long stretches of time where I'm just laying in bed with the anxiety levels of a prey animal being hunted, or if I'll get over this and come back on soon. I'm not in a living situation where I'm able to take care of myself and relax the same way other people can, I pretty much survive entirely through distraction and working on stuff constantly, so it all falls apart when I can't do that.

Bottom line, I'm sorry for being flaky and distant and I never wanted anyone to feel ignored or like their efforts were for nothing if they took the time to tell me their thoughts, check in on me or draw me something. This blog is like, one of the only good things I have in my life rn and I feel AWFUL when I feel like I'm doing good enough at participating on this site. My life's not at risk rn but it's very hard to be living what's already a less than ideal life when you're physically incapable of feeling joy out of nowhere. I'm pretty blunt and open so if I was genuinely in danger I wouldn't really be quiet about it I don't think, so until I post next, just assume I'm trying to keep it together. I've lived through much worse, but it doesn't make right now any less hard to navigate.

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Any advice on how to kill off multiple characters at the same time?

Killing Many Characters at Once

When writing the simultaneous deaths of multiple characters, it's important to plan carefully to ensure the scene is clear and emotionally effective without losing the reader. Let's look at some key considerations, like narrative purpose, emotional pacing, and the impact on remaining characters and plot development.

1. Mass deaths must matter

I've talked about this previous in my post about killing characters and what to consider before you do, but whatever the motivation may be, don't kill them all just to shock your audience or create angst. Every death should either:

Serve the emotional arc of the survivors

Push the plot forward drastically

Reveal something crucial (about the world or villain, for example)

2. Individual impact

Even if they're all dying at the same time, make the readers feel them one by one. This doesn't mean long monologues for each character—rather, make the reader notice each person's presence, their last action, and their emotions (ties into goals/motivations: fear, courage, love, etc.) before they're gone.

If the situation which has led to this is something along the lines of a war or battle where many hundreds or thousands of people are dying, however, it's better to focus the POV on select characters (likely your main ones) or those who will end up surviving so you can carry it into the aftermath.

3. Staggered deaths in one scene

Although this may have to be the case in certain situations (like an explosion), rather than having them all die in the exact same second, consider structuring it so that it's very close together. This might look like one going down trying to save another, someone else holding off the danger, and so on to keep the pace tight while increasing the impact of the death of each individual character involved by giving them each their moments before death.

4. Pace the aftermath carefully

The true impact of a mass death like this is in the silence after, once it's all over and done and the reality has settled in for those remaining. It's important not to move on too quickly—you just shook the earth, let the reader and characters feel the aftershocks.

5. Survivors carry the weight

The emotional impact of multiple character deaths shouldn't end with the scene where they occur, but rather given continuing significance through the responses of the characters who survive and remain living. This is one of the best parts of character death: the state of grief, guilt, anger, or numbness it leaves in the ones who are left behind. The suffering is over for those who were killed, but for those who weren't, it's just gotten worse.

Survivors may change their goals, behaviour, or relationships as a result of what happened (ex: some might become withdrawn while others distract themselves by a desire for revenge, justice, or redemption). These reactions can make for great character growth and further their arcs.

6. Practical effects of the loss

Consider: how does the absence of these characters affect the group dynamic, leadership structures, or ability to complete a mission, for example?

In the aftermath of an event like this, addressing both emotional and function consequences (concerning the narrative) allows the story to move forward without minimising the impact of the tragedy or making the deaths feel gratuitous or inconsequential to the rest of the plot.

Happy writing! ❤

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justaz · 21 hours ago

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yeah no being upset about them doubting his loyalty and trustworthiness is its own little thing. i've just seen so much "bah the seven evil!! they hate nico and want him dead!!" propaganda that it genuinely is so annoying because that's not what happened at all 😭😭

(the below essay isn't me arguing or being mean i'm just yapping because i love dissecting characters and their dynamics, sorry if it sounds mean or passive aggressive at times, it's not meant to be i just don't know how to convey my tone thru text)

they never doubted saving him, they were just wary about how to go about it and yeah jason and leo doubted nico himself which i think is a fair stance for their characters to take considering everything but also just from a pure objective and intellectual stance - that's literally how you make plans. by thinking of any and everything that can go wrong and planning for it. annabeth probably already had micro-plans in the case that something like that was happening. not because she doubts nico as a person but because it pays to plan for literally every possible outcome.

as for the whole nico being a rogue agent and even betraying percy - through percy's eyes, nico did betray him in the last olympian. regardless of the fact that hades manipulated and stabbed nico in the back, nico still took advantage of percy's trust to lure him down into the underworld to gain something from his father - a plan that percy had been fearing since the end of botl. we know that nico didn't expect anything bad to happen to percy, but in percy's eyes, nico still betrayed him and that decision ended up getting percy imprisoned and put literally everything at risk. with percy's fatal flaw being personal loyalty, he was incapable of getting over it and even nico himself says at the end of the river styx scene that percy doesn't trust him anymore.

while i am a firm believer in the complex-brotherly relationship between percy and nico, this is like one of the scenes that strains their dynamic, bianca's death and the "broken promise" (even though percy never broke his promise but that's its own thing) being the other one. the "complex" part really starts to shine here especially because now they've both been "betrayed" by one another but they still do care for one another as nico jumps at the opportunity to make it up to percy and then in the throes of battle percy sends mrs. o'leary to fetch nico. and while they may have made up a little after that and bonded a bit, the next time percy sees nico (in canon text), percy has amnesia and is just trying to find his way home, and nico is lying and pretending he doesn't know percy which was probably so infuriating because percy was grasping at air and here nico was, somene who knew percy but was pretending he didn't.

again, we as the audience know why nico is doing that, but through percy's eyes, nico is consistently being a rogue agent in a way which i think gives his own personal deliberations validation because yeah! to percy, nico's loyalty is always in question because he does his own thing! but he does side with the good guys most of the time! but he did side with minos all those years back which almost resulting in percy and co dying to the titan army. nico sided with hades in luring percy down to his throne room and ended up getting percy imprisoned and putting camp half blood in danger because percy was meant to be their main fighter and kronos and his army were fast approaching. then in camp jupiter, nico was lying and acting shady even though that one turned out alright.

i get being upset about ur fave being doubted, i'm not attacking that at all lol i'm just saying it makes sense in the narrative for these characters to doubt him the way they do. nico is more a rogue agent and always has been. he refuses to stay at either camp and wanders the world and spends more time in the underworld with the dead rather than the living. at least circa mark of athena.

which i can't remember for this part specifically so idk if it was mentioned in canon or not so someone else tap in here - but leo was possessed by the eidolon to fire on new rome. an eidolon being a spirit of the dead. it might offer some more substance to leo's hesitation and doubt in that scene but i can't recall if they figured it out at that point or not so disregard if i'm wrong lol

in conclusion, i don't think it's stupid to be upset abt ur fav character being doubted like this but also from the other characters perspectives it makes sense to question him because from their point of view and limited perceptions of him as well as strategic plan-making processes, doubting him here just makes sense and is completely valid. even with percy. especially with percy imo. i'm honestly surprised annabeth didn't say anything either considering her plan making thing and the whole nico knowing where percy was while she was breaking down for months over his disappearance. but whatever lol

i was honestly just more annoyed at the villanization and hate people spewed regarding the seven for this scene because they want to protect their precious little gay boy who does nothing wrong ever in his life and needs to be coddled because he's perfect and the seven are big evil nasty horrible ugly monsters who laughed in glee when they heard that nico was dying slowly and painfully because they hate him soooooo much. like. no?? that's not what happened?? pick up the books i beg???? nico dickriders and glazers just annoy me so much because they twist canon in order to make nico the perfect angel when he's not!! he's weird and mean and misunderstood and sweet and offputting!!!! stop erasing him and his complex relationships just to make him a perfect sweet little white gay boy!!!! it's like they don't even like the character, just the idea of him. it just feels lowkey fetishizing-y because i swear they only like him because he's gay and dating a boy and white. idk. i enjoy nico's character in canon but nico glazers are the bane of my existence

I beg. Please. Reread the books. I need the reliance on fanon to stop. Canon is right there.

No one “debated saving Nico”. They all agreed immediately to save him:

When Percy was dreaming of Nico trapped in the jar he said: “‘Nico,’ Percy said, ‘where is this place? We'll save you....’” - Literally the first time he sees Nico, he decides that they’re going to save him

Then after Percy tells everyone at the table, their reaction is: “‘The giants are trying to lure us," Annabeth said. ‘They're assuming we'll try to rescue him.’ / ‘Well, they're right!’ Hazel looked around the table, her confidence apparently crumbling. ‘Won't we?’ / ‘Yes!’ Coach Hedge yelled with a mouthful of napkins. ‘It'll involve fighting, right?’ / ‘Hazel, of course we'll help him,’ Frank said. ‘But how long do we have before... uh, I mean, how long can Nico hold out?’” - Of course Hazel agrees immediately, as does Coach Hedge and Frank

After discussing the seeds, Piper says: “‘That's not much time,’ Piper summed up. She put her hand on Hazel's shoulder. ‘We'll find him. At least we know what the lines of the prophecy mean now. 'Twins snuff out the angel's breath, who holds the key to endless death.' Your brother's last name: di Angelo. Angelo is Italian for 'angel.'’” - Piper agrees immediately and brings up the prophecy which reaffirms the importance of Nico and a key part he plays in the quest, which means they need to save him

Percy introspection and final vocal agreement: “Percy stared at his jelly donut. He had a rocky history with Nico di Angelo. The guy had once tricked him into visiting Hades's palace, and Percy had ended up in a cell. But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didn't deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldn't stand seeing Hazel in pain. ‘We'll rescue him,’ he promised her. ‘We have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.’” - Which is the set up for what people are actually in such an uproar about, the questioning of Nico’s loyalty even though the question is completely valid as Percy points out here. Nico is more a rogue agent, he does his own thing like when he lured Percy down to the Underworld to receive information about his mother. Sure he didn’t know what Hades would do, but Percy didn’t know there was a deviation to the plan in the first place - a plan in which he was already risking his life, trusting in Nico only to be betrayed even if Nico didn’t mean for it to be one.

Argo II scoreboard right now is 5/8 vocally agreeing to save him, no matter what the rest say, the votes are in favor of a rescue mission, especially with the importance the prophecy places on Nico. The only ones who haven’t vocally agreed to save him are Annabeth, Leo, and Jason.

Leo starts the vocal questioning of the safety and security of the plan: “‘Uh...’ Leo shifted in his chair. ‘One thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, right? So we're walking into a trap?’ / Hazel looked at Leo like he'd made a rude gesture. ‘We have no choice!’” - Leo is simply questioning the plan and Hazel reacts viscerally because she’s so focused in on Nico being in danger that the slightest hesitation seems like a worse problem than it is. Nothing against Hazel, I’d react the same way if it was my brother, but still Leo never said “let’s not save this emo loser” he’s just saying that there is a clear threat posed here that they’re walking right up to

Leo and Jason voice the same opinion: “‘Don't get me wrong, Hazel. It's just that your brother, Nico... he knew about both camps, right?’ / ‘Well, yes,’ Hazel said. / ‘He's been going back and forth,’ Leo said, ‘and he didn't tell either side.’ / Jason sat forward, his expression grim. ‘You're wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.’” - They don’t question saving him, they question the plan and Nico’s loyalty. For good reason. Again, Nico is established more as a rogue agent. Who’s to say he didn’t side with the giants and is in cahoots with them to lure the Seven into this trap for Gaea to bring Bianca or his mother back? They’re pointing out concerns and questions, it’d be idiotic to go into this situation with a half-baked plan and no backups if they don’t consider all possibilities and Nico’s loyalty has always been up in the air which is a huge red flag in this situation

Climax of the “debate”: “Hazel shot to her feet. ‘I don't believe this. He's my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don't want to help him?’ / Frank put his hand on her shoulder. ‘Nobody's saying that.’ He glared at Leo. ‘Nobody had better be saying that.’ / Leo blinked. ‘Look, guys. All I mean is-‘ / ‘Hazel,’ Jason said. ‘Leo is raising a fair point. I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter. Now I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood. That does strike me as... well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful.’” - And then Hazel blows up and storms off. Frank reassured Hazel that no one was saying that then gave Leo the push to make it clear that wasn’t what he was saying and that’s what Leo was going to do (clarifying his point) before Jason cuts in and defends Leo from the offense that Hazel is on. He reaffirms that they’re just questioning his loyalty, they have to be careful when going to rescue him, they never said they would leave him to suffocate and rot.

Please stop this propaganda and reread the books or at least the wiki. I swear fanon has y’all in a goddamn chokehold.

Anyways, here’s the apology scene so y’all will maybe shut up:

“‘…Sometimes demigods make bad choices.’ He looked sheepishly at Hazel. ‘Like sometimes we're too suspicious. And we speak without thinking.’ / Hazel stared at him. Slowly it seemed to dawn on her that he was apologizing. / Jason elbowed Leo. / ‘Ow!’ Leo yelped. ‘I mean, yeah...bad choices. Like not trusting people's brothers who, you know, might need saving. Hypothetically speaking.’” - Apologizing for being suspicious and not trusting Nico, not apologizing for not wanting to save him, apologizing for their suspicious words against Nico’s loyalties hurting Hazel

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