#I don't want to see the story ahead of time 😔

[oceandiagonale]

Do you plan on getting Pokemon Scarlet/Violet?

yeah, I REALLY want to get Violet!

buuuuut tbh I won't have time to play it until mid-december -- I have a paper to write, a mini-version-of-a-thesis to write, and then a week of [completely unpaid because of course it is 😭] severe overtime -- we're talking I leave the house at 11:30am and get home at 9-10pm, and then one more week of 20 hours of [unpaid] work before I'm finally free on the 17th or so

also I need to get gene home before I can switch to a new game mentally and think about doing a (probably a much simpler) run closer to what I did for swsh, which means getting the whole postgame drawn before then and overall I'm very

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Question; is it okay to write a series with your Call of Duty Ocs? (Jade and her kids as well as your mother CoD Ocs.)

It wont be any x reader, nsfw, or sexualization since I too feel uncomfortable sexualizing someone's Ocs.

The series is called: Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare - The Next Generation of Soldiers Fighters.

Also, full credits are handed to you since I really don't like making series and not crediting the creator of the original Characters.

The series sounds good, but I want to get permission from the creator before I do it since I don't want to be disrespectful.

(Ps, hope my British English sounds good since it's not my first language <3)

Hello! I just read this today, and I'm grateful and thankful that you admire my work, but I'm afraid I must decline and say to you to not do this :(

I think I got tagged in a post today, and I saw your post of your OC's introduction and the story that involves Jade and Andrew. While I'm flattered, it appears to me that the OC bio has a lot of similiarities to my Jade Bio post, and the fact that GhostJade's kids is still in the far future and I myself haven't even written much about them, and Andrew is still written as a kid -- it's just that you're a bit ahead of me of my own characters here 😔

To add to that, I didn't remember giving permission to use my character and create stories with them to anyone except a few people I'm close to and put trust into.

And if you're indeed the one that tagged me in that one post, I saw that your present story revolves a lot around my own OC universe. While, again, I'm glad I inspire you, I would encourage you to create your own OC universe first without it orbiting around other creators' stories.

With all that being said, I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to do the story you mentioned. I kindly ask you now to please change your post to not include my characters, including Jade and Andrew. Like every person in the fandom, you're totally fine to make content with the canon characters, but Jade and her kids are mine. Sorry to disappoint 🥲

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P.S. - If you wish to make a fic that includes my characters, please ask me first, and please, PLEASE don't use anon. I don't know you. It's like you're wearing a mask and hoodie and then ask me to trust you with my character that I've built for a long time. I need to see how you write first to make sure it's not out of character. Again, my apologies, but I hope you understand. Thank you!

[nikosamaki]

Hi guyssssss, I'm BACK 💃

Sorry I had something to deal and it took a lot timmmmme 😔😅

I promise I'll post a lot stories and HELLO to new followers ☺️❤️ Thank for following 🥰

When you touch their horns:

Lucifer:

He's shocked -he doesn't show it, of course-, but looks at you with narrowed eyes which tells you: "You're too young for death, Idiot " (Don't worry, he'll not kill you AT LEAST🤐 -because of Dia- ). In spite of you're freaking scared and near to ruin your pants, you figure out that how soft is his horns areeeeeee!!! They're as soft as silk and not to mention that you thought demon's horns must have been REALLY rough, but SOFT... No fucking way!!

As you're in your thoughts, he's blushing -I should've said it sooner, demon's horns are their most SENSITIVE part of body (Naughty 😏... Except that BEAUTIFUL part :)- and he thinks he's doing well in hiding it -but he SUCKS 😔😂.

When you saw his face -FINALLY-, his eyes are just like wolf's eyes and JUST wants to do it (you know I'm still a bit shy about saying it, so...😅), wants to make you say his name to stop, wants to hear your moans and so many things... -Your fault, because you badly turned him ON.

Mammon:

His reaction cannot be worse than Levi (I guess you've figured it out), but his face is as red as tomatoe due to blushing! (Sooooo CUTE 🥺). Though he tries really hard to control himself -not doing or saying anything silly-, he suddenly took a step closer to you -maybe just wanted to give you a good view of his horns-; and unfortunately -or FORTUNATELY!- something catches his heel and falls down on you!!! (How ROMANTIC!). In his mind, he's fucked, but doesn't know that you're dying inside -you're red, mess, REALLY confused and of course you have lots of SWEET thoughts in your mind that could happen any minute NOW.

When you look at him, he's not the same Mammon that he used to be; is he kinda cursed? -His eyes are narrowed and his face is serious. When he speaks, he's too much Daddy!! (I didn't know how to explain it 😂). :"You're MINE, ONLY mine... You didn't forget it, right? 'Cause I get the feelin' that I should make myself clear THIS time." You're amazed and scared, because you don't know what the Hell is happening?! Do you deserve it? What does it look like to be punished by Mammon?? Soon you'll find your answer, in BED!!

Levi:

Already D.E.A.D!! In shock! -he had a convulsion 😔, Poor. He canNot analyze what's the point? Why is he bowing and letting you TOUCH his HORNS?!?!? Error 404...

2 hours later...

He keeps his eyes closed because he can't handle the feeling he gets -you're FUCKING close to him- Again errors...

He tries to get calm by taking deep breath. When he becomes calm -you wish that he never gets calm-; his inner beast woke up and now you're in DANGER (Never underestimate calm Levi... NEVER!!) . You cann’t believe what you're seeing, Levi's cool?? He's not freaking out? W-who's that guy???

He's a hungry beast that wants food, wants to test every part of your body... Wants to eat you up!

You want to run, but you can’t; his tail tightly held your feet which means that there is NO way back.

Satan:

He's behavior is like Luci but has more control on it! -to be honest, he has tried this situation hundred times as if it happens someday???? (Now it's getting WEIRD 🫥). When you ask him to let you touch his horns, he takes a sit and lead you on his lengths -he gives you a good view of his horns. Well you didn't know that it's a trap 😏. Like you don't even know HIM :/ - ;When he led you on his lengths, you figured it out very suspicious but somehow you ignored your warning though and sat (A stupid move🤦). While you were touching his horns -he's blushed-; he pulled you on bed ! (Very CLEAN move😔👌). NOW you've understood that you're FUCKED UP. He grins at you and says:" Kitty, let's play GAME , but not the usual one... The SPECIAL one."

Asmo:

No need to ask!! He just grabs your hand and put it on his head -means “Go ahead, TOUCH MY HORNS”. Since you’re naive (Too MUCH naive); again you’re tricked –just like Satan’s situation- and started to rub his horns. They’re very soft!! –even softer than the rest of the brothers 😲. He doesn’t let you to think or do anything else, in the blank of an eye, you’re tied up on his BED! (You canNOT guess how that happened… You better not to try to figure it out; it’s for your own sake😊).

Erotic eyes which shows he’s turned on badly, a smirk on his face that want to do VERY very bad and UNHOLY things with you… Bent down and said in your ears:“ Now I got YOU… Just YOU & ME🤭❤️” (You’ve got the right to scare😶… He’s the avatar of LUSTttttt, so don’t think that you can handle any shitty things that’s going to happen!)

Beel:

Doesn’t care :/ (That’s not new… because we’re talking about BEEL). He changed into his demon form and bent that you can touch the horns. At least you’re a hundred percent sure that he WILL NOT do any BAD things –or maybe he’ll but you don’t know? Who knows??. Just when you touch his horns, his stomach starts groaning 😑 (Well, you’re LUCKY… Be optimist !). He asks you for food and you said you’ll give him some food. BUT, but when he said “FOOD” he didn’t mean chips or burgers or else; HE meant YOU!!! (You idiot, how can someone be that much silly?????). As the way he’s misunderstood your meaning -or you were the one who didn’t understand his question-, he grins and stand straight, Looks down on you and lick his lips :“ You look DELICIOUS 😋. I want to start from your lips”. Here’s when you find out the situation BAD (Mostly like you’re FUCKED). He bite your lips and lick them hard…

You want to set yourself free, but you’re very weak against him. There is no way BACK, accept your destiny that you’re going to BE FUCKED by Beel😅🤗.

Belphie:

Veryyyyyyyyyyy FUNNY question… NOPE😥. (No wonder that no one can imagine how you’ll be fuck by him :/ I CAN’T!!)

And of coursee.... Happy Valentine's Day 💘

[nekohime19]

Bimawen # 5 : the orchard

Wukong and Mengai pick peaches and go fishing. It's bonding time!! Those two monkeys are acting like friends but Mengai is soo deep in denial 😔. Love writing their dynamic, it's so fun. Really, I don't know how long I plan this story to be buuut my stories always ends up longer than intended so I'm expecting a long ride here too. Anyway, hopes you like it.

Mengai was hit by the rays of moonlight. The pale light poured on his face and drowned him. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Gods. He had the worst headache on earth. It was like someone was crushing his very skull. He sat up and looked around. He was on the mansion doorsteps with one empty bottle of wine clutched in his hands and the bimawen snoring on his right side. It didn't take a genius to know what happened. He remembered bits of his conversation with Sun Wukong once they left the festival, but most was unclear, imprisoned in a shape-shifting blur. The macaque wiped away the sweat clinging to his fur and massaged his temples. It was still quite late. He should come home- (Mengai cursed himself for the slip of thought)... he should come inside and find something to ease his headache. He stood up and stretched, his hanfu was all ruffled and covered with red stains, he hoped the clones would be able to clean it. 

The macaque turned towards the door but stopped once he heard the loud snore of his boss. Mengai looked down at the sleeping monkey and hesitated. He raked his hand in his hair and clicked his tongue in annoyance. He crouched down before Sun Wukong and hoasted him on his shoulders. Mengai huffed and stumbled, gods, this mogwai was very heavy. The black-furred monkey struggled to open the door. He could call for the clones. They could take his boss and put him to bed rather easily.But for some reason he wanted to do it himself. Probably because he didn't want to owe the other monkey anything. 

A favor for a favor. 

Mengai dragged the blonde monkey inside. Sun Wukong's head fell on his shoulders, his breath hit the shell of the macaque's ears, and his snores echoed in the sensitive appendages. The macaque scowled. By Diyu this guy was annoying even in his sleep. The black-furred monkey somehow managed to drag Sun Wukong all the way to his bed. He threw the slumbering monkey on the wooden bed and put the empty bottle of wine in a nearby bin. 

“Gods, it's like you're made of stones or something.” Grumbled Mengai as he massaged his shoulders. He looked at the snoring monkey and snorted. This idiot was drooling. What a poor sight. “Now we're even.” Huffed the macaque as he approached the sleeping monkey. He frowned at the memory of what happened yesterday. 

Why did the bimawen help him? 

He could have let Erlang have his way. It's true that he stole something. No matter the point of view, he was the one in the wrong. Was it a matter of pride? Did it infuriate him to see his assistant being pushed around by another? Was he a possession? Or did he want to have a share in Mengai's spoil so badly that he went ahead and helped him? 

Or was it pity? 

Others would perhaps call it compassion, but Mengai wanted to see nothing but pity. He didn't understand compassion. He didn't understand why someone would willingly help another without expecting anything in return. Especially someone like him. It's not like he was friends with the blonde-furred monkey, if anything Mengai was quite sure that he was nothing but a thorn in his side. Yet, he had to admit, Sun Wukong was a lot kinder than what he was first led to believe. He didn't hit. He rarely yelled. He gave fruits, food, and home.

It scared Mengai. 

What if he got used to this ? What if he let himself become idle ? This was dangerous. He couldn't be swayed by the vulnerable feelings residing in his heart. No matter the compassion he was shown. In the end, only himself should matter, because the moment he lets himself get attached to someone, he knows he’ll love this person more than he’ll love himself. 

No matter the kindness. 

It couldn't matter. 

It shouldn't matter. 

Would he ever admit that he searched for Guanyin's face when he was strolling amongst the spirits at the Peach Festival? No. Never. Because he shouldn't indulge himself. No matter if she saved him. No matter if she showed him kindness. It couldn't matter. 

He couldn't let himself be weaker than he already was. 

Mengai sighed and left Wukong's room with a frown. He returned to his own quarter, shed his hanfu and collapsed on his bed. He should forget this for now. Forget the kindness. Forget the desires. Ignore them until they're nothing but long lost memories. 

This was his way of living. 

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Hoping the sunrise would burn every troublesome feeling and desire surging in his chest. 

***

Mengai woke up quite early. He still had a terrible headache so he went into the inner garden to search for mint. He knew he saw some once. Or at least he thought he saw some. He foraged in the bushes, trying to spot the green leaves which could appease the pain vibrating inside of his skull. 

“Oh you're usually never awake this early.” Mengai startled and looked behind him. A clone was standing there. It was easy to distinguish them from the real Sun Wukong. Their eyes were a little bit brighter, a little bit unnatural, lightened up by magic instead of life. The macaque couldn't yet distinguish the clones in-between them though. Maybe one day he could. He knew some gave themselves names but he never bothered to ask. 

“Yeah…” Replied the macaque, his tail twitched nervously, he couldn't be completely comfortable with them yet. They were beings made of magic. Made to obey any of Wukong's wishes, to cater to any of his whims. 

“If you want mint, you can find some near the maple tree.” Huffed the clone with an amused glint in his eyes. 

“How did you…”

“You reek of alcohol.” Snorted the clone. “By the way, today is a harvest day so you won't go to the stables, probably, you'll have to ask the boss.” The clone then waved at him and went away with great leisure. Mengai watched him until he couldn't anymore. Once he was sure the clone left, he rushed to the maple tree and collected his precious mint leaves with glee. Once he had a good handful of mint leaves he rushed to the kitchen. 

Wukong had a dusty stove somewhere here. Mengai frowned when he saw how dirty it was, the thick layer of dust covering it obscured the color. The black-furred monkey took a cloth and wetted it, then he diligently cleaned the stove. The stove gradually took back its blue hue. It was still not in the best condition, but it would do. The macaque put dry branches he found in the inner garden inside of the stove and lit a little fire. Once the flames were bright and hot, licking the ceiling of the stove, Mengai put water in a bronze pan and placed it on the stove. He watched as the water began to heat, when bubbles began to rumble under the clear surface, he took the pan out of the stove. Mengai placed the mint leaves in the boiling water and waited for a bit. Soon, the clear water turned light green, swirling with the bright leaves. 

Mengai huffed, satisfied, and served himself a glass of mint tea. Of course, it didn't magically heal his pounding headache, but it eased it greatly. The fresh aftertaste of the mint combined with the soothing warmth of the water was perfect. The black-furred monkey didn't make tea that often. Perhaps, he should. 

For one second, his mind flashed to his boss. Sun Wukong drank as much as him, maybe even more, he should also be suffering… Perhaps, he could bring him the leftover of his tea–Mengai shook his head. No. No. No. He shouldn't fester this idea nor indulge in this saccharine feeling. Sun Wukong wasn't his friend and he would never be. Mengai had no friends. Friends were dangerous. They knew each nook and crannies of the valley of your heart. They could backstab you as easily as if they were plunging a knife in butter. The black-furred monkey repeated it over and over, like a mentra, it etched itself in his mind. 

Still, his feet took him to Wukong's door. He put the tea before the door and left. This was to curry favor, he told himself. Nothing but to curry favor. 

Once he was back to his room, Mengai put on his white linen robe. He glanced at the ruffled hanfu, dirtied by wine, laying in his cabinet and sighed. He ought to talk to the clones about it. He didn't want the dress to stay dirty. As superficial as it sounded, Mengai felt attached to it. It was his. Wukong gave it to him. It was the first thing he considered his in this place. Nothing but his. His to wear. His to dirty… Perhaps, his to wash. Yes. He shouldn't let the clones near it. He would wash it himself. Not now, though. Work will soon begin and Mengai refused to be late. 

At first, he didn't want to be late because he feared the bimawen's wrath. But nowadays, it was more a matter of pride. He was a good stableboy. He wanted to be good. He hated to be looked down on, to be brushed aside like an annoying fly, granted there were many things he didn't know about dragon-horses and he was still afraid of them, but he'll be good. Only because seeing the surprised look on Wukong's face when he was early or when he got something right was worth it. It was thrilling. Yes. Take that. He wasn't a fool! He wasn't a Mengmeng! Perhaps, if he worked harder, he could even be better than Wukong. How sweet of a vengeance would that be? He ought to do that! 

Once he was ready, Mengai left his room and skipped over to the front door. He was satisfied to see that Wukong wasn’t there yet. He stood before the doors and patiently waited for his boss to come out of his den. Sun Wukong came a few minutes after. His fur was rufflier than usual, full of cow-licks. The black-furred monkey coughed to hide the snorts stumbling out of his mouth. It was oddly satisfying to be ready earlier than Wukong. It almost felt like Mengai was the one waiting for Wukong, it gave him a feeble sense of power, as flickering as a spark in the dead of winter. The bimawen dragged himself to the door, his gaze fell on Mengai for a short second. His gold coated eyes were veiled by a thin layer of mist, like leaves were veiled by the dew. The blonde monkey yawned, and a single tear began to bead in the corner of his eyes, it rolled on his cheek once his jaw settled, losing itself in the fur. Wukong nodded at him and then kicked the door open. 

“No horses today. We will go to the orchard to harvest.” Warned Wukong, the macaque nodded obediently, the clone warned him of that. He never went to the orchard but he heard of it. The clones were always eager to talk about peaches. They yapped about it constantly. Mengai didn't know what was so great about peaches but he wasn't foolish enough to voice his opinions. 

The path to the orchard was lusher than the stables’, wildflowers grew around the grass flattened by feets, circling the road like two rivers of petals. Mengai walked in his boss' footsteps. His gaze was sometimes lured by the flickering of a grasshopper hopping in the petals. His attention zeroing in on the happy-go-lucky insect. But he never let his eyes linger on them for too long. He had to focus. He was at work after all. It wasn't the time to indulge himself, no matter how pretty the grasshoppers were. 

Soon, Mengai noticed bright pinkish petals drifting in the winds, he looked ahead and found a forest of peach trees peeking from beyond the path. It shouldn't have surprised him. Of course, this peach-brained mogwai would build an outrageous peach orchard, extending from lis and lis of distance. Yet, once he stood at the foot of the orchard, he couldn't help but look up at the towering trees with something akin to awe. It felt like entering a whole new world made of pink and saccharine sweetness. 

Clones rushed to greet the bimawen. They talked about the fullest trees and which sections were already taken care of. At the end of their explanation, Wukong took two large bamboo baskets, he hoasted one on his shoulders and gave the other to Mengai. The black-furred monkey hurried to take his basket, it was louder than he expected, nonetheless he still hoasted it on his shoulders without any complaints. 

“We'll go to the north section.” Warned the bimawen. “By the way, you think it's possible to do a vineyard?” The clone eyebrows furrowed in thought for a second. 

“It might be if we prepare an adequate space but we'll need to order seeds among other things.”

“Alright. I'll leave it to you.” The clone nodded and scrambled to satisfy his wishes. Wukong then entered the orchard with a leisurely step, Mengai followed after him. 

Perhaps it was a figment of his imagination, but the air seemed fresher inside of the orchard. It slithered in-between the tree like an invisible serpent, carrying the sweet saccharine smell of peaches in its bowels. Mengai's nose frowned at the enticing smell. He wasn't one for sweetness. He prefered the heaviness of meat. The odor of grease and smoke. But he had to admit that this scent was alluring in its own right. It tickled his nostrils, trying to awaken his hunger, passing again and again under his nose like the teasing touch of a feather. The black-furred monkey gulped. He was suddenly quite aware that he neglected breakfast, the only thing filling his stomach was mint tea. Even if it wasn't his favorite, it would be quite satisfying to sink his fang in the rosy skin of a peach, to feel the juice flood his mouth with sweetness. He shook his head and chastised himself for having such thoughts. No. He wasn't mad enough to dare steal peaches from Sun Wukong. His boss cherished peaches more than gold. Stealing them would be his end. 

“Alright we're here.” Mengai flinched at his boss's voice. He straightened himself and killed any thoughts of peaches flickering in his head. They were in the middle of large peach trees, all beautifully flowered. Some clones were perched on the tree's branches, they were picking the peaches and throwing them in their baskets. Once their baskets were filled to the brim, they hopped off the trees and emptied them in large barrows dispatched in every nook and crannies. Some clones were charged to push the barrows away once they were filled, perhaps to empty them in a nearby warehouse. It was quite the sight. All clones were moving and running, coming and leaving, like the waves crashing on the shores, like the bees bustling inside their hive. 

Wukong nodded in satisfaction. He approached a tree barren of clones and latched on it, he climbed fast, his nimble hands grabbing and pulling at the bark to hoast himself higher. In less than one blink, he was already perched in the highest branch. Mengai gulped, he remained at the foot of the tree, his hands gripping his basket with unease. The bimawen looked down at him and frowned :

“What are you doing? Come up here!”

Mengai flinched. He looked at the bark and wondered if he could even do it. He should. Monkeys were born to climb. Did he ever try? No. Never. In his life, the fruits he picked were the ones who fell, the beds he seeked were the ones hidden, like grottos and dens, not branches and leaves. He was a monkey yet he never lived like one. Would he ask for help? No. It was better to fall on his butt than ask for his boss's helping hand. The macaque approached the tree, he put his hands on the bark and try to hoast himself higher. He managed for a few seconds but then his feet tripped and he fell on the floor. 

Sun Wukong bursted out laughing. 

This bastard. 

The black-furred huffed, that was just bad luck, he could do it. He latched on the tree and tried to hoast himself higher, but once again he failed and fell on his butt. At this point, the bimawen was wheezing with laughter, he rolled on the branch, hands clutching his belly. 

“Stop, stop, I can't laugh anymore, it's painful!” Cackled Sun Wukong with crinking eyes. If he could, Mengai would pick up a rotten peach and throw it at his face. He hated the laugh of his boss. It was joyous and loud. Full of chimes and lightness. 

He hated it because he was the butt of the joke. Being laughed at was one of the numerous things he hated most in the world. If there was one thing that could push him to go above and beyond, it was being mocked. He would do anything and everything to make this laughter cease. Mengai tried again and again, he improved, but it wasn't enough to reach the lowest branch of the tree. Wukong watched him, leisurely sprawled on his branch like a sunbathing lion. After half an hour, the bimawen hopped off his throne and approached him. 

“This is pitiful. Let me help you.” Mengai, filled to the brim with frustration, was about to hiss and snap at his boss. He didn't need anyone's help. He was enough. He could do it. Just you watch. But before he could even open his mouth the bimawen grabbed his hips and pushed him on the tree. 

“Hey!” Yelped Mengai as he latched on the bark to steady himself. 

“You got legs, in case you forgot, so use them. Push yourself up with your legs.” Huffed Wukong. His hold was of iron. It almost burned the black-furred monkey. Mengai wondered if one press of the other stone hands would be enough to shatter his bones. It felt like it. Mengai took a shaky breath to calm his fretting heart. It wasn't the time for this sort of musing. The faster he'll learn how to climb, the faster he'll be able to escape those iron hands. 

It was easier to climb now that Wukong was pushing him. Yet it was also more embarrassing. With efforts from both parties, the horse assistant managed to hoast himself on the lowest branch. Mengai sloped against the trunk, breath heaving, gods climbing was more taxing than he thought. Sun Wukong hoped besides him without breaking a sweat. Show off. 

“You never climbed a tree before, did you?” Asked Wukong with a curious shine in his eyes. Mengai puffed, what a genius, truly nobody could have guessed this fact. “Why?”

“I never needed to.” Shrugged Mengai. Even if he was theoretically a monkey, he spent most of his time disguising himself as other people, he didn't have time to live his own life. Wukong hummed. He seemed to have realized something. 

“You don't know how to groom yourself, you don't know how to climb trees, there are a lot of obvious things you don't know, Mengmeng. You're like an infant. But don't worry, this bimawen will teach you!” Laughed Wukong as he put his hands on his hips in pride. 

“I don't need a teacher.” Huffed Mengai with crossed arms. 

“You can call me shizun.” Replied the bimawen, brushing away his obvious distaste of the idea. Mengai rolled his eyes. Wukong was in no way his shizun. He wouldn't allow it. 

The black-furred monkey turned away and began to pick peaches. He didn't pay attention to what sort he was picking. As long as some were in front of him. He picked them. 

“Hey, hey.” Interrupted Wukong, he hovered behind his shoulder and stopped his picking. “You only gotta pick the ripe ones.”

“How do I know they're ripe?”

“Don't pick the firm ones. They gotta be soft. But don't press too hard or you'll bruise them.” Carefully explained Wukong. Mengai huffed, why was peach picking such a complicated activity? It was just fruits. Nonetheless the black-furred monkey followed his boss instructions to a T. He picked only the softest and roundest, those soaked in the sunlight. As he put them in his basket, he couldn't help but salivate, the scharrine scent was even stronger from this close. But he held on. He didn't want to fan the flames of Wukong's temper. 

As he worked silently, Wukong suddenly handed him a peach. “You look like you're gonna faint if you don't eat.” Snorted the bimawen. The horse assistant hesitated for a second, he took the peach, the fuzz was soft against his nimble fingers. Was this another sign of pity? Did he look so desperate? The black-furred monkey brought the peach to his lips and took a large bite. It was good. The juice overflowed his mouth, gliding in his throat like the saving grace of a man dying of thirst. 

“...thanks.” He mumbled, perhaps his boss wasn't expecting him to be thankful, he flinched and let the peach he was holding fall out of his hands. The fruit shattered once it hit the soil . Mengai smirked at the other monkey's slip of hand, but he hid his half-smile in the peach fuzz, he didn't want to bruise the other's ego. 

“We, huh, we should fish after this.” Suddenly proposed Wukong, a rather pitiful attempt at diverting the attention, he seemed quite embarrassed by his slip of hand. “You're good at fishing so you'll be able to catch us breakfast.”

“How do you know I'm good at fishing?” Asked the black-furred monkey. That was odd. He never fished in front of the other before. Wukong stilled, his skin reverting back to the very stone he came from, before awkwardly scratching his neck. 

“It's instinct! You have the look of a fisher anyway.” Mengai didn't buy the excuse, but he let it go, it's not as if his skills in fishing had to remain a secret. 

They kept picking peaches for a few more hours. Once their baskets were filled, they emptied them in the barrow. Wukong then dragged his assistant out of the orchard, towards a nearby river. 

“What's your favorite fruit by the way?” Asked Wukong as they stepped out of the rose-colored world that was the orchard. Mengai never truly thought about it. He didn't eat many fruits in his life. Meat was more of his taste. But if he had to choose... 

“I like tangerines..” Wukong frowned in disgust. 

“Leave it to you to choose something so sour. But I guess we have room for tangerines in the orchard.” Mengai frowned at those words. He didn't understand why Wukong would even bother with this. What was the point? What end was he pursuing? Perhaps, there were no thoughts in this peach-brained mogwai head. Perhaps he was only driven by pity. Pity. Pity. Pity. The black-furred monkey had to repeat the word over and over again like a religious mantra. It wasn't kindness. It wasn't compassion. It was pity. 

He was scared of what it might be if not pity. 

The question was burning his lips. Licking his teeth like the flames lick the stones of the fire-place. He wanted to know. He wanted to understand. Why would someone do something like this when there was no reward, no gains, no greater pursuits? 

“Why would you add tangerines to your orchard ?” The words passed his lips before he could even stop them. He regretted it for a moment. Almost afraid of the answer. Wukong didn't turn back. He answered leisurely, as if his logic was the most natural thing in the world :

“Because you like them.”

Mengai felt his throat dry up. He decided, for his own sanity, to drop the subject before it could delve deeper in waters he wasn't ready to swam in.

It wasn't difficult to find a river. The orchard was surrounded by forests with jumping waters, all they had to do was choose one. Mengai pulled up his sleeves and pants, he went in the cold water and waited patiently for a fish to pass by him. Wukong observed him intently. It was unnerving to have those gold coated eyes bore holes in his skin. Why did he seem so interested in fishing? Why didn't he help? Perhaps, he didn't want to wet himself. Mengai frowned. No. He didn't think Sun Wukong, the monkey who rolled in dirt with his horses, would be bothered by a little bit of water. 

“Why… aren't you fishing?” Finally asked the macaque. Wukong flinched, he looked around, as if his answer was written in the patch of grass or the clouds drifting in the sky. “Do you not know-”

“Of course I know how to fish!”Cut the bimawen. He rose and went in the water. “I was just… taking a break. The peach picking was taxing.” That was a rather pitiful lie, but Mengai decided to not pick on it. Both monkeys stood in the water, carefully eyeing the shadows slithering under the surface. Then, Wukong went to catch one, but the moment his claws fell on the fish, it slipped away and the bimawen fell on his butt.

Mengai blinked a bit in surprise before bursting out laughing. Oh, that was gold. His boss didn't know how to fish! 

“Hey! Don't laugh! You can't laugh at your superior!” Huffed Wukong as he rose, he was completely wet. His fur stuck to his body, making him skinnier. Mengai couldn't stop. This was too funny. Sun Wukong crossed his arms and growled. “Stop laughing!” He hit the water and splashed the macaque. Mengai shrieked, surprised by the sudden wave engulfing him. When he regained his poise, he was completely wet. “Oops, sorry accident.” Smirked Wukong without a shred of remorse. 

Mengai wanted to wipe this smirk off his face, pushed by adrenaline, he splashed Wukong with a flick of tail. “Pardon me, boss. This was an accident.” He repeated with the most obnoxious voice possible. 

Wukong blinked, surprised by the audacity of his assistant. “Oh this is war.” He huffed as he leaped towards the black-furred monkey. Mengai shrieked and ran away. 

They spend hours chasing one another, running along the river, splashing and leaping, growling and laughing. All fishes scattered when they arrived. Scared by the chaos they brought with them. By the end of their game, they both were heaving, sprawled on the mossy edges of the river's bed. They were completely wet and with no fish. But somehow, they seemed satisfied. Mengai bit his lips, trying to restrain the laughter tickling his inside. In the end he couldn't win against the urge to explode in giggles. He opened his mouth and let his laughter rang in the air. He laughed so much he clutched his belly. 

“You laugh a lot today.” Mengai stopped his bout of laughing at his boss' words. He turned towards the blonde monkey. Sun Wukong was sprawled in the moss, sun gliding in his wet fur, giving ruby-red hues to the soft blonde. His eyes were sparkling with mischief. Two honey-colored gems shining with embers of laughter. His fur cascaded on his shoulders like trails of lava. He looked like a lion. He was as dangerous as a lion, thought Mengai. “You should laugh more often.” He gave no other explanation. No other words. Why should Mengai laugh more often? What was the reason? No matter the inquiries swirling behind his teeth, he couldn't bring himself to ask them. 

Mengai sat up, he raked a hand in his tangled fur to push back the wet strands falling in his eyes. “We have no fish.” He stated, hoping it would distract him from the feeling churning his guts. Wukong hummed and sat up as well. 

“That's your fault.” If Mengai was a lesser monkey, he would punch the other square in the face. It wasn't his fault. In fact, Wukong was the one who initiated this stupid water war. How dare he push the blame entirely on his shoulders! This peach-brain mogwai! But Mengai decided to keep his frustration for himself. Then, a brilliant idea flashed in the recess of his mind. He pondered on it. It would be the perfect callback, the perfect way to spat back at his boss's hypocrisy. 

“You know, I can teach you how to fish.” Proposed Mengai with a bright smile. He offered his hand to the other monkey. His face the very picture of innocence. Wukong narrowed his eyes. He gazed at the hand as if it was a jaw ready to close on his flesh. 

“What are you scheming?” Asked the bimawen, voice laced with suspicion. 

“I'm never scheming.” Huffed Mengai, that was the worst lie he ever dared to tell. “Of course I know you must be good at fishing. I'm merely trying to help you hone those skills of yours.” That was the second worst lie. But his boss had a pride as massive as the sun itself and it wouldn't be good to try and wound it. Those who played with fire were meant to be burned. Mengai liked to play with fire, but only a little bit, only for the flames to lick the tip of his fingers and redden his fur. 

Wukong suspicion was honeyed by the scharrine praises. He hummed, satisfied, and took his assistant's hands. Mengai guided him to the river. They both stood in the water, letting the current nip their thighs. 

“You need to have your knees bent and be perfectly still.” Explained the black-furred monkey. Wukong reluctantly followed his instructions. How delightful. To have this stubborn monkey follows his orders so easily. It almost thrilled him. “We probably scared the fishes with our, huh, war. So we have to wait for a bit.” It wasn't even close to a war. But it was better to call it like that than to dare use the word “play”. Because “play” implied that they had a good time together. It implied that their relationship was beyond mere master/servant. Mengai didn't dare fathom it. He didn't want to. “When you see a fish swimming close to you, you need to be fast, your grip needs to be strong.” Wukong distantly nodded, the only sign he was listening was the wagging of an ear. They waited for a long time, still as statues, for the fishes to peek out of their beds. 

Wukong moved the second a fish brushed against his ankle. His hands dived in the water and he clawed out a fish. But his hold was too weak, the flimsy creature wiggled against his fingers, and escaped his claws. Leaping in the water and disappearing in the current. Mengai hid his smirk under his hand. He coughed to prevent any bout of laughing from escaping him and regained his poise. 

“It's not like peaches, don't be afraid to grip tightly.” Chastised the macaque, he reveled in the bimawen frustrated expression. Wukong's eyes were curved like moon crescents, his nose wrinkled, and his lips pursed together in concentration. The sunlight was gliding on his upward fangs. Giving them a golden glint. Distantly, Mengai wished he had fangs like those, they looked good when highlighted by the sun. Why did the peach-brained mogwai have all the nice things? The world was unfair. In comparison, his fangs were little, no bigger than fimsly thorns. They didn't protrude from his lips like proud daggers, instead they hid behind his mouth like measles toothpicks. Mengai shook his head. It wasn't the time for bouts of envy. 

At first, it was funny to see his boss fail at fishing. The joy he felt when Wukong let creatures as harmless as carps escape him was boundless. But Mengai overlooked his boss' stubbornness. And it stopped being funny after the third hour. Now, the black-furred monkey just hoped they could catch something before night. He could do it himself, but he feared it would bruise the other ego too much. At last, after the fourth hour, Wukong managed to catch two skinny carps. He clawed them out of the water by sheer luck, and gripped on them tightly. Silence veiled both monkeys for a second before they both erupted in joy. 

Wukong was happy about his first catch. 

Mengai was happy that this long wait was over. And perhaps, there was also an inexplicable bout of pride swelling in his chest at the sight of his boss's success. But he shook off the feeling before it could fester. 

“It was just a matter of time. I knew I could do it.” Huffed Wukong with pride, he created a basket and knife with his hair. He put the fishes in the basket and played with the knife. 

“Yeah, I'm a proud shizun.” Replied Mengai with a devilish smirk. Wukong stilled, he rolled his eyes and waved his words away with a flick of wrist. 

“Did you really help me with my fishing only to get back at me for calling myself your shizun?” Sighed the bimawen. 

“I'm not that petty.” The third worst lie he ever told today. They slipped past his lips so easily. It was second nature at this point. Wukong huffed, clearly believing him capable of such pettiness, before handing him the knife. 

Mengai prepared the fishes while his boss made the fire. It took a few minutes for the carps to be ready. Once they were cleaned and gutted, Mengai put them on spikes and planted them near the fire. 

“You can eat meat right?” Asked the macaque. In truth he never saw his boss eat anything other than peaches. It was almost unsettling to think he could eat something else. 

“You think I'd try so much to catch a fish if I couldn't eat it?” Snorted the bimawen. Fair point. Mengai hummed and looked down to the grilling carps. He salivated at the sight. Once they were ready, he handed the skinnier one to Wukong and kept the plumpest for himself. 

The black-furred monkey devoured his fish with delight. The hunger rising within his stomach was finally properly quelled. 

“You know, we should do things outside of work more often.” Hummed Wukong. “You're not that bad when you're not being petty.” He added with a smirk. Mengai rolled his eyes. 

He kept silent and finished his fish. But then, perhaps lured by the comfortable atmosphere veiling them both and the feeling of a full stomach, he let his thoughts slip : “You're not that bad either when you're not being annoying.”

Wukong laughed, amused by his sarcastic reply. Mengai watched him laugh and snorted, he took the last bite of his fish, and told himself the little bout of warmth blooming in his chest was due to his full stomach. 

It had to be.

+ vocabulary

Shizun : can be translated as master/teacher

Mogwai : in Chinese mythos a lil gremlin

Li : Ancient Chinese measurement, 1 li = 576 meters

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.88

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Hi besties! As promised, here is the second post for this week! We are getting closer and closer to the end of an era 😔 I’m sad, but we will all get to see the kiddos grow up and see more of a different perspective with the goose and Carole universe! Thank you all for still being here and reading my story! I love you all so much 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Ringing in the New Year with the Bradshaws (-ish 😂)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing, mentions/hints at death, anxious past, some what drunk characters, crying (good crying), and so much love 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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New Years

A week has passed since Christmas. The Christmas decor was stuff up, but it was going to be taken down in a couple of days after new years. It was New Years Eve and you all were excited to go into the new year together. 

The last year brought a lot into your life. You met new people. Make more friends. You were reunited with the love of your life. Your daughter finally got to meet her dad, his friends, her papa Mav, Penny, Amelia. You got to marry Bradley. You live with him. You guys got a dog for your daughter and best of all, you welcomed two little boys. Expanded your family. Moved to a new place. 

The year also brought a lot of hardships. You had to be away from your newly husband just after a month of marrying him. You had to leave your best friend behind. You nearly lost your husband. You went and are still watching him make his recovery and baby steps towards his career. But, all in all. This year brought you so much more purpose in life. 

Bradley was at work getting some paperwork done for his officers. Jake, Nat, and Austin were getting ready for the night out. They asked if you wanted to join them for a couple of hours, and Phantom and Evelyn offered to watch the kids for the night. But you opted to stay home so you could give kisses to all three of them. 

Austin, Nat and Jake came down the stairs all dressed nicely for their night out. Nat came from behind the couch and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. 

“You sure you don’t want to come with for a couple of hours?” 

You laughed and patted her hand. “No you all go ahead. I’m going to stay back with the kiddos and wait for Bradley.” 

All three of them gave you a kiss on the cheek. “We will all see you in the morning.” Jake squeezed you a little tighter. “Happy New Year, Y/n.” 

You patted Jake’s arms and smiled. “Thank you, Jake. Have fun you guys! Be safe!” 

The three of them went to go and say bye to the kids as they played. You watched as they picked each of them up and kissed them and wished them a happy new year.

The three kids were playing on the floor. The boys sitting in their half donut pillows to help support them as they sat on their own, played with their toys. Leia was laying on her tummy reading a book from school. You were sitting on the couch watching them all play as you watched TV and drank some tea. 

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Bradley’s POV

I had been stuck at work all day trying to finish up paperwork for the new year. I couldn’t wait to leave and go home to spend time with my family. I looked over at the clock in my office. 1845. “Damn I’ve been here for nearly 13 hours.” I stood up and stretched my back and looked out my window to the tarmac. A couple of the officers were down there doing their last checks on their planes before leaving for the day. There was a knock at my door. 

“Bradshaw? You in here?” Phantom came in as he knocked on the frame. 

I turned and smiled. “Right here, sir.” He came in and shook my hand. “You leaving for the day?” 

He chuckled. “I’ve got another hour before I head out. Would you like some company or help with anything?” He sat at the chair in front of my desk. 

I made my way around my desk and sat in my chair. “I should almost be done. Just going through some last minute changes for some routes the pilots are gonna fly in the new year. But the company will be nice as i finish it out.” I laughed as i continued to read the new route routine. 

“You and y/n want Eve and I to watch the kids tonight?” He sat back in the seat and made small conversation with me. 

I chuckled. “No, you, Eve, and the girls don’t have to do that for us. Y/n and I planned on staying home with the kids tonight.” 

Phantom picked up my little model f-14 on my desk. “Awh the boys first new years!” 

I nodded. “They’re getting so big now. And it is their first!” I signed a couple of route routines and put all the paperwork away. “Finally finished.” I neatly stacked all the worksheets and papers i had gone through in a pile. 

“You done for the day, Brad?” Phantom placed the f-14 back in its place. 

I sighed and nodded. “Finally. I’ve been sitting in this office for the last 12 hours finishing and pushing paperwork.” 

Phantom started to laugh. “How do you like being a senior officer?” 

I smiled and laid back in my chair. “It is a whole lot of paperwork, but it is a nice change of pace.”

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When we finally left the office, it was 1915. Phantom and I said out goodbyes and wished each other a happy new year. 

“See ya next year, Rooster.” Phantom waved at me before hoping into his car.

I laughed. “Yea, see ya next year.” I shook my head and smiled. I got into the truck and headed to the store. I went in and grabbed a couple of New Year’s party hats and crowns. I grabbed a couple of bottles of apple juice and apple cider. I also grabbed some poppers and a couple of noise makers for the kids. I loaded the bags into the truck and headed home to you. 

1950. “Finally home.” I got down from the car and grabbed the bags from the back. I opened the door. “I’m home, my loves!” I set the bags down and started to take off my shoes and hung up my hat. 

“Daddy!!!” Leia came running through the house and jumped into my arms. I covered her in kisses. 

“Hey my little love. I missed you today.” I started to make my way over to you. You picked up both boys and walked over towards me. “Oh baby, don’t pick both of them up.” I let Leia down and grabbed Luke from you. “Hi, baby. I missed you.” I gave you a kiss and then kissed the boys. 

“I missed you too, Brad. How was work?” You smiled and wiped your chapstick from my lips. 

I grabbed Bradley from your grasp and held both boys. “Busy as usual, honey. Just glad to be home.” I smiled and kissed the boys over and over again. We all made our way back to the couch and we all sat. Leia in between us and the boys on my lap. I looked around and listened. “Did the three older kids leave already?” 

You started to chuckle. “Yes, our three eldest left already to go out.” You rested your arm on the back of the couch and laid your chin to your hand. The other reaching over to fix Luke’s tag coming out from his shirt. “They asked if we wanted to join again.”

I laughed and laid back as I watched the boys play with each other’s hands. “They just miss being with us, is all.” Brad put his fingers in my mouth. I gasped and munched on them gently as he started to laugh causing Luke to laugh too. “You boys are so big. Stop growing already.” I grabbed their little hands and gave each of them a kiss. 

I leaned over and placed a kiss on Leia’s head and on your cheek. “I’m gonna go and clean up, sweetheart. Get out of this uniform.” I smiled at you as you nodded. I placed the boys back up against their pillows and headed up stairs. 

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As I finished cleaning up, I looked at the time again. 2030. The time was flying by. I headed back down stairs in some sweats and a white t-shirt. You were getting dinner ready for us. I came into the kitchen and grabbed you from behind. I placed kisses on your neck. “What you making, mama?” I placed my chin on your head. 

You giggled. “Leia wanted some Mac and Cheese so I’m making that, along with some chicken and rice.”

I took a deep breath in and smiled. “That is my favorite. Need any help?” 

You turned around in my arms and shook your head. “I’m okay. But you can try and feed the boys their rice cereal today.” You poked my chest and smiled. 

I nodded. “Yes ma’am.” I gave you a kiss before going to get the boys. I put their high chairs next to each other and went to get the boys. I placed each of them into a chair and put on their silicon bibs that had a food catch. I gave each of them a toy to play with while I got their food ready. 

“Leia Rey, come and get your Mac and Cheese, babe.” You had a bowl ready for Leia. She ran over and grabbed it and then went to go and take a seat with her brothers. 

I went into the fridge and grabbed one of their bottles that had your milk in it. I poured the whole bottle into a bowl and went to the pantry to grab the tub of the boys rice cereal. I brought it back out and started to scoop some to put into the bowl of milk. Then I mixed it and nuked it in the micro for 45 seconds. When it came out i tested it to make sure it wasn’t too hot for the boys. 

“Alright boys. Let’s try today. Can you both eat this for daddy?” I said in the mushiest baby voice I had, causing them to both laugh. I placed the bowl onto the table and sat in a chair in front of the both of them. “Baby brother first.” I scooped some with he spoon and blew on it. 

“Here we go Bradley boy. Open wide, babas. Here comes the fighter jet.” I started to mimic the noise. My mouth mimicked the movements little Brad’s mouth made. He spit a little bit up but i scooped it and put it back in his mouth. My eyes went wide. 

“Babe! babe! He ate it! Bradley had his first dose of solid food!” I gasped and you ran over. “Now Lukey-Bear. Open up big boy. Here comes the airplane!” I mimicked noises again and my mouth mimicked Luke’s. He ate the whole spoon in one bite.

“OH MY GOSH!!!!” You and I jumped up in unison. Our baby boys had their first dose of solid-ish food. You and I hugged and Leia ran over to join. Leia gave her brothers kisses. I kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. “They did it, babe!!”

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2330. This was the latest all of us had stayed up in a long while. We were all practically falling asleep on the couch waiting. Leia was cuddled up on you, the boys both cuddled into my chest. Our kids were fast asleep. You and I were in and out of sleep as we patiently waited for the TV to show the ball drop. Frozen was playing on the TV as we all fell asleep. 

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Phoenix’s POV

Austin, Hangman, and I stumbled back into the house around 0115. We were laughing because Hangman had just tripped up the drive way and fell face first into the front patio. Austin and I couldn’t breathe as he started to get up. We opened the front door shushing each other so we wouldn’t be loud. 

I grabbed Hangman by one arm and Austin grabbed the other. We held him up because he was laughing so hard from falling. 

“I feel like such a dumb ass! I hope the neighbors didn’t see that!” He barely whispered through his laughs. 

We all walked over to the living area and the lights were still on. Austin went and grabbed us all water from the fridge. Hangman and I saw that The Little Mermaid was playing on the TV. Then we looked down on the couch and saw all 6 of you sleeping on the couch together. Leia cuddled up with you. Bradley with the boys cuddled up on his chest. Gunner in the middle of Bradley and you.

I gasped. “Oh my gosh! How cute!” I said in a whisper. Austin came over to see what the commotion was about. 

“That is so precious. They fell asleep before the New year.” He handed us our waters. 

I snapped a picture and went to grab blankets. We placed blankets onto all of you and gave everyone kisses. “Good night you guys. Happy New Year. See you all in the morning.” 

Jake turned the TV off and left a couple of lights on for you all. The three of us went upstairs to change and get ready for bed. The three of us opted to stay downstairs with you all and sleep, just in case if you guys needed the help. 

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Your POV

The next morning you woke up and saw you all had fallen asleep on the couch. You stretched slightly and sat up. You saw Jake, Nat, and Austin sleeping on the floor in front of you. you started to laugh. You laid Leia down on the couch and covered her with the blanket. Bradley heard you stirring around and he woke up. He looked around and looked at you. 

“Did we fall asleep down here?” He was shocked. 

You nodded and laughed. “Yes we did. And before the new year.” 

Bradley started to chuckled. “Of course, we did, sweetheart.” He puckered his lips and you went to give him a kiss. “Happy New Year, my love. And the many more to come. I can’t wait to see what this year holds for us. I love you, forever, honey.” He smiled up at you as he continued to hold the boys on his chest.

“Happy New Year, Bradley. I love you, always.” 

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Happy late new year besties! I hope you all enjoyed ringing in this (late) new year with the Bradshaws! (Kind of 😂) I hope you all have had a blessed and great start to the new year! I’m so glad you’re here ❤️ Would you have spent the New Year at home with the Bradshaws, or would you have gone out with Jake, Nat, and Austin? I’ll see you all in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Brotherly Love Part 2/6

Okay, so the story is kinda sad 😔. But it's also funny I promise 😅.

Summary - The sequel to The Houseguest where Ruben and Reader have been dating long distance for a year. The two of them finally plans to spend a holiday together, but to Readers suprise and disappointment, Ruben brings her brother Bernardo with them.

Enjoy!

You went to bed alone but woke up to Ruben by your side. He and Bernardo played video games all night, leaving you to watch silly rom-coms on your laptop all night. But now you had him, Ruben, all to yourself.

You let your hand travel across his lean torso, your lips placing soft kisses upon his warm skin. Ruben grunted in response, stirrig the bed as he shifted sleeping positions. You smiled as you got on top of him, the newfound weight opening his eyes.

"Good morning." You grinned.

"What time is it?" He groaned.

You shrugged. "Early."

"I thought we were on holiday?" He chuckled.

"Yes, but we have a big day ahead of us. So rise and shine beautiful. "

You had a big plans for you and Ruben. First you wanted to take him sight seeing in the city, maybe then the two of you could enjoy some lunch before the concert tonight. You had bought two tickets in advance. It was going to be perfect.

Ruben, with his drowsy gaze, just seemed content to have you in bed with him again.

"Come here." He groaned, pulling you down to lay on your back. "I've missed you." He smiled.

"I've missed you too."

He leand down, capturing your lips with his own. It quickly deepend, turning into a lustful exchange between you two. Sooner than later Ruben's hand was deep in your pajama pants, pleasing your desire for him with his fingers.

You arched your back, moaning his name.

"Shhhh. You brother might hear us."

With those words your cloudy mind seemed to evaporate, forcing you to remember the horror of last night.

"What?"

Ruben noticed the change in you.

"You brought my brother to our trip."

Ruben rolled his eyes, his hand slipping out of your pants.

You sat up in bed as he fell back against the pillows.

"You brought Bernardo to our holiday. What were you thinking Ruben?"

"I told you, he asked me and I couldn't say no."

"Why not?"

Ruben shook his head. "Is it really that big of a deal. We can still enjoy our time together."

"Yes, with a thrid wheel."

"Come on Y/N. Bernardo can take care of himself, he just needed a place to stay for the summer break."

"You don't know my brother Ruben. He has a habit of ruining things."

You climbed out of bed, making your way over to the closet. You picked out your outfit of the day. A blue dress with white flowers on it. Ruben watched you get dressed, deviously biting his lip. He sighed. "I never meant to upset you Y/N. I just thought it would be nice for Bernardo to get out of Lisabon for the summer. You know him and his girlfriend broke up right?"

"Who, Lisa?"

"No, Nella."

"Nella?" You frowned. "I thought he was dating a girl named Lisa?"

"Before Nella there was Lisa and before Lisa there was Sophia. And don't forget about that Russian girl that he met here last year."

Your brothers history with women hadn't always been the best. You supposed that Ruben wanting Bernardo to forget about his bad luck with women was a nice thing for him to do.

"But I haven't seen you for so long." You muttered.

"I know." Ruben gathered the sheets and crawled to the edge of the bed. He reached for your arm, railing you in. "I promise you, nothing will get away of our holiday."

"Promise?"

Ruben turned you around, forcing you to look him in the eyes. They were a nice pair of eyes.

"I promise."

It was a big word, promise, especially once you realized how bad Bernardo was handling his break up. He had developed a childish needed to never be left alone, as well as a need to always be the center of attention.

"I want to see if I can find something for mom and dad at the market." You tugged Ruben's hand in this direction. The three of you had decided to spend the day in Portimaõ city, enjoying the sights. You were happy that the boys listened to your request, however, Bernardo still found a way to get on your nerves.

"Nah, let's go to a bar, I'm starving." He said.

Ruben looked conflicted, standing between the two of you. "Um...how about Bernardo and I get a table at the nearest bar. We'll text you where to go once you return from the market." He said, like the diplomat he was.

"What, no." You objected. You really wanted Ruben's help picking out the right gift for your parents anniversary that was coming up. Guess he didn't care enough about it to help you.

"Don't make that face Y/N." Bernardo sighed.

"What face? " You hissed.

"That lost puppy dog face that you always pulled when you wanted mom and to feel sorry for you."

"I did not!"

"You did too!"

"Hey, guys. Come on, let's not fight."

"She started it."

Ruben gestured for Bernardo to go ahead whilst he had a quick chat with you.

"I'm not going to a bar with him." You firmly stated.

Ruben nodded understandingly. "How about I'll meet you at the concert? Remember, it will only be you and me."

It was true, you had only bought two tickets and they were for you and Ruben.

"Fine." You pouted. Ruben took the opportunity to bend down and kiss you, the first one since this morning.

"Why don't you kiss me in front of Bernardo?" You asked, as the thought struck you.

"You know...." He mumbled. "...he's your brother and I'm his best friend...plus he just broke up with his girlfriend. I wouldn't want to do anything to upset him."

It never struck you until now how you and Ruben's relationship might make Bernardo feel. Ruben was his best friend after all. But it wasn't like Bernardo had been against your relationship. Your sister on the other hand...."

"But don't worry." Ruben said, pecking your lips once more. "I promise to pay you back tonight, after the concert."

"Promise?"

He brought your knuckles to his lips. People passing by smiled at the way Ruben kissed your hand, it was almost embarrassing.

"I promise." He said and left you to do your shopping.

The night came around. You and Ruben had a great time at the concert. However, you couldn't wait to get him home and all to yourself. Change of plans however, seeing as the driveway to the villa was packed with cars, making it impossible for you and Ruben to get through.

"What is this?" You asked, voice rising in disbelief. "Did you guys throw a party without telling me?"

Ruben shook his head, looking just as confused as you felt. "I didn't know anything about it," he replied. "I thought we were going straight home."

"Bernardo!"

Stepping into the house you shouted at the top if your lungs.

"Bernardo!"

"Maybe he's upstairs." Ruben said. But how could he even tell upstairs from downstairs. The whole villa had been turned upside down, a full blown party going on in every corner of the house, even the backyard was full of strangers diving in the pool.

"Who are these people?" You asked. Ruben held your hand, clearing the path ahead of you.

"I don't know, better ask your brother."

As the two of you made your way into the living room, you found Bernardo lying on the couch, passed out drunk. His shirt was stained with spilled drinks and his shoes were scattered across the floor. A group of strangers stood around him, laughing and talking over the music. Your anger boiled over. Luckily you weren't the only one.

"Get out!!!"

The music was cut off, with the crowds attention turning to the angry woman with the chord to the speakers in her hand. "Anita." You gasped, suprisgly happy to see your sister.

"Everybody out of my fucking house!"

She did not have to tell them twice. The crowd slowly scattered from the villa like ants running from a boot, leaving the house in ruins. You began picking up empty bottles and redistributing them to the guests to throw on their way out. Ruben helped by ushering people towards the door, politely but firmly asking them to leave. As the crowd finally dwindled, you noticed Bernardo stirring on the couch.

"Hey, sis," he slurred, trying to sit up. "What time is it?"

"Bernardo, what did you do?" You said, not really knowing what to feel. You were mostly disappointed. Just then Anita entered the room. "I told mom and dad not to trust you two idiots with the house. I mean look what these people have done to mom's favorite vase." She held up the piece, it was broken in two.

"Anita I swear, I didn't..."

"I don't want to hear it." She said. "Let's just clean up this mess before mom and dad gets here."

"Wait?" You frowned. "Mom and dad are coming?"

"Where else are they supposed to spend their anniversary?"

"Great, a family reunion." Bernardo groaned from where he lay on the couch.

"You have a fucking problem Bernie. I suggest you seak some fucking help." Both you and Anita regarded him in disgust. Ruben was the only one who seemed sympathetic to the situation. He helped Bernardo to his feet, escorting him to his room. They even laughed about it on their way there. You made the mental note to talk to him about it.

As the last of the guests left, you locked the doors behind them, collapsing onto the couch, exhausted.

"Don't think I'm not disappointed in you too." Anita said, joining you on the couch. She was kind enough to hand you a glass of water with her side of insults.

"What did I do?" You asked.

"How could you leave Bernardo alone in this house, you know that he is bound to do somthing like this."

"Excuse me, but since when was I elected to be Bernardo's babysitter. He's my big brother not the other way around"

"Please Y/N, we all said we would take our turn once he got out of rehab."

"What?" You frowned, now you were really lost. "Rehab, when did Bernardo go to rehab?"

"Um...about six months ago when he got suspended from his football team. He got out last month. He's been living with your boyfriend every since."

"Bernardo is living with Ruben?

"Why are you acting like it's your first time hearing any of this?"

"B...because it is." You stuttered. No one has told you anything, not even Ruben.

"Well, mom and dad were the once that told me. Apparently Bernardo has been struggling with alcohol. His doctors says he's showing signs of depression."

"Really?" A slight sense of guilt washed over you. But most importantly you wanted to know why Ruben hadn't told you any of this.

"Clearly rehab did nothing for him."

"What are you even doing here Anita?" Her astonishing ability to be cruel reminded you of why you two didn't speak that often.

"I'm here for mom and dad's anniversary of course. Thomas is driving them down here for the party were throwning them."

"Thomas is coming?" Thomas, as in your first love who is now in a steady relationship with your big sister.

"Yes. Thomas, his parents, cousin Giulia and her kids. Everyone is coming.

Great, you thought. Your hopes of spending a peaceful holiday with Ruben were officially over. Turns out it was over before he even got there.

[olympushit]

Hey!!!! Do you have any posts about Ares relation with his daughters the Amazons. I would to see your take on it <3!!!!!! Thx!!!

Tbh, I haven't made a post talking exclusively about Ares and the Amazons!

The Myth about the creation of the Amazon nation is thrilling!

Otrera being a married woman, abused by her husband decided to kill him and all the men in her town, alongside other women, and create a nation that belonged to women warriors! Ares was said to admire Otrera's courage, so he descended Olympus and told her to build him a temple and he will honor her and her nation. Otrera did build the temple and honored Ares along with Artemis. She also gave Ares two magnificent daughters, Penthesilea and Hippolyta, both Amazon queens, with terrible lives ahead of them...

Penthesilea killed Hippolyta by accident while hunting and wanted to die for doing something like that. She was a queen and decided to die honorably, and that's why she took part in the Trojan War. And she found the glorious death she wanted by the hands of Achilles, who fell in love with her after he saw her beauty...

Hippolyta's history was a tragedy on its own...

There are many myths and legends surrounding this nation of women, to which I am not going to list now for the sake of a lengthy and tiring answer, but I will focus on the most thrilling ones in my opinion.

The Myth of Otrera and Ares seems romantic to me. Ares took the time to notice a fierce and independent woman, and he bowed to her! He promised to favor her and the next generations after her and he abided by his promise, and also had children with her, bounding forever!

The Myth of Herakles taking Hippolyta's girdle made me focus more on the fact that when Hippolyta was crowned queen of the Amazons, her father Ares gifted her that girdle. Ares shows devotion and support towards his daughter!

Also, the Myth surrounding Penthesilea and Achilles is a thrilling one! He killed her and fell in love with her, amd also killed Thersites for making fun of him falling in love with her. Penthesilea captured Achilles with her skills and beauty, she tamed his anger and made him fall in love again after him losing Patroclus...

And let's not forget the legend implying that they had only one breast! A-mazon(a-mastos: without a breast-mastos-μαστός in greek). It was said that they cut off their rights breast, so that they could use the bow with more ease. To be honest, I find this legend a little too harsh and excruciating, like why would you do that? I don't understand it! There are many versions behind the etymology of the name "Amazon" but this one stood out the most to me.

Personally, I admire Otrera's courage to build such an empire! I associate the Amazons with feminism, women are powerful and can do anything they put their mind to! War is not only for men, because life isn't hard only for men!

The stories behind the Amazons are ones of tragedy and tears mostly, but they teach important lessons and make you admire the inner strength these women had to endure such grief. Maybe Ares knew something more and decided to always be there for them....😔

That was my take for the Amazons! Of course I can write way too much stuff and explanations about them, but I concluded the gist for this one! Ares never left his children alone, and he didn't leave them alone too, despite living in an era where women had no rights whatsoever!

Thanks for the ask! My inbox is always open! Feel free to write anything! 🙂

[doomreed]

I’m not hyped about the new fantastic four news either. though I think what I kind of hope will happen is marvel doing something like they did in the last mcu spider man movie where we see 3 peter parkers team up.

I think it would be super cool to see the cast from the 2005-2007 fantastic four movie meet with the ones from the newest movie. and have the 2005-2007 Doom (Julian McMahon) meet with the Doom from this upcoming fantastic four film too.

so we have more than one “fantastic four” team and also more than one Victor von Doom in the same movie. that would be pretty epic to see in my humble opinion. (if this really is the case, I still have hope that marvel won’t mess it up, because it sure has the potential to be great.)

I mean marvel did just very recently confirm that all the events prior to the mcu (so… sony’s spider man and fantastic four) are also canon to the mcu, and I doubt they would say that if they didn’t plan to do something with it (they said it after the event of the last spider man movie with 3 peter parkers), especially when mcu is heavily heading towards the direction of multiverse, various timelines, various variants of the same person (character) right now. I mean we basically have 3 peter parkers (from both sony and mcu) and literally a bunch of lokis. so let’s see what’ll happen next.

also not related to the topic but I should just say that I’ve been a fan of your blog for some time now. thank you for all the DoomReed goodies

The only part of the casting I agree with is Ben. It feels like Marvel is playing it extremely safe with casting Pedro, like since Multiverse of Madness they've clearly been aiming for the "soft dad" angle with Reed, probably in an attempt to get ahead of possible complaints about him based on canon? I love Reed Richards to a fault, but he's always been a little bit of an asshole. Not intentionally, and much of that perceived assholeness stems from him being on the spectrum imo but it's there, and ignoring that does him as much a disservice as playing up Tony's alcoholism purely for laughs and then never mentioning it again was to that character--another thing the MCU has done.

The poster, the casting, idk. It radiates a nuclear-family blandness, with a camp overlay used purely for aesthetics that will probably be quite popular with general audiences and leave F4 fans from the comics and old movies and other sources of media quite cold. We are not the audience Marvel Studios wishes to court, they've made that very clear.

I'd love to be wrong about how this will play out, though. Pedro is a gifted character actor when he's allowed to be, the trouble is, studios know too well how much audiences love him as a person, and are too prone to mixing the two to improve audiences' appreciation of a character he's playing, rather than just letting the man cook. 😔

I don't have a firm opinion of the other cast other than: this will be the most money anyone named Kirby has ever made on Fantastic Four, so good on her. 👍 And the Ben casting feels right. I'm outside the Johnny demographic so no real opinion there.

I had read that the baddie for the first movie will be Galactus, which is like leading your football season with the Superbowl? But no one asked me, so... 😅 maybe they have a set up that will make that work, who can say.

I've also read (on reddit, so make of that what you will) that Doom will have a "cameo" in the first movie, but no clue what that means or even of it's true.

I like your idea a lot. I think the Deadpool & Wolverine movie will have a Fantastic Four cameo of some kind, probably. The comic book we see in the trailer next to Wade's head on the desert world is Secret Wars #5, which is a recap of the story so far and how everyone got to where they are--so it's possible the desert world they're all on is Battleworld, run either by future-verse Doom or (more likely) the Beyonder. I do think the movie will include them in some way bc the studio will want to start building hype for that as their next big project, going into the MCU version of Secret Wars.

And ofc SW will have crossovers galore, since Marvel Studios has unfortunately set audience expectations for that being what it's about 😅 so, worst case, they'll turn up between those two films no doubt.

I'd love to see Julian McMahon's Doom encounter a closer-to-comic-canon version, but a thing to know about Victor is that he kills every variant of himself he meets. Like, historically, that's just his thing (it's an expression of his own self-loathing, which is really tragic in a way) ...I dunno if the MCU will carry that fun little trait over, but as a writer I can say it's an easy, low-stakes way of showing "this character is a bad guy and also there is something very wrong with him" so... yanno. I am expecting it. 😁

Sorry for the negativity on this, I'm trying to stay upbeat about it all but so far they're not inspiring confidence yet. We'll see what future developments bring, if nothing else we'll always have fanart and fics and the comics themselves. It's not like this fandom hasn't dealt with bad adaptations before, I think we'll be alright whatever happens.

[voltronisanobsession]

Yandere Fujisaki/Father with Reincarnated Reader

NORAGAMI OBSESSSSIOOONNN 😜😜😜

This has been sitting in my drafts for a minute but UGH I CANT GET THIS OUT OF MY MINDD

I’m feeding what’s left of the fandom😔💔

I don’t write a lot of yandere stuff on here. maybe occasionally I’ll write something but it’s hard to characterize characters with darker intentions

NOT WITH FUJISAKI/FATHER THOUGHH

He would make such a perfect yandere ESPECIALLY if we put in a reincarnated reader

For the sake of making things easier, imma refer to this dude as Father

Father had to have known you when he was once alive, before his death, to be attached to you

Whether you both shared a romantic or platonic relationship, his obsession with you is the same

Controlling and suffocating

Before his death, you guys traveled together

You’ve accompanied him wherever he went, always having that perfect smile on your face if yall ever faced a problem

He appreciated your positive attitude, seeing as he had a more nihilistic approach on most things

You accepted his views of the gods above, even if you didn’t quite share the same feelings

You fully believed things happened for a reason, even if they aren't ideal

He’d be extremely protective of you and would often shelter you from others as he believed you were a bit naive

He made it known that he didn’t like it when you spoke to people of the new village you arrived in

Besides himself and Kaya, who had saved you both from the nearby river, you wouldn’t get much interactions from others

To keep him placate, you would more often than not keep quietly to his side

Father cared deeply for both you and Kaya, enjoying the time you all spent together scouting for food

Everything had been fine for many months

That is until yours and Kaya’s untimely demises. Everything goes downhill from there

For centuries, he’d hold onto the memories and grudge your death had left behind

I think this would be when his more darker side comes out, that even after death, he holds you on such a high pedestal

Father would tell stories of you to both Mizuchi/Nora and Yato. They both knew to never interrupt him when he spoke of you, lest they wanted to feel his wrath

They both knew that even long after your death, he still searched the entire country for you

So imagine Father's shock when he sees your sweet face one sunny afternoon

He'd be coming back from school as Fujisaki had to attend, but would only stare starstruck at you from across the street

You had sat on bench looking over your notes from your classes and failed to realize the stare burning onto you

Consider your fate sealed after this honestly

He'd slowly yet surely integrate himself in your life, whether you wanted him to or not

You don't have a say anymore, not after you left him for so long

With no hesitation, he would drag you into the spirit world

You would have the sight to see beyond regular humans, to see the ayakashi hidden from human eyes

It terrifies you, especially because you cannot defend yourself against these monster

Which is why Father RELISHES whenever you beg him to protect you from the corrupted souls

He actually uses this against you whenever he can, if your disobeying him or if you're fighting back too much for his liking

Since you want to leave so bad, go ahead. He won't stop you. Let's see how far you can get though. After all, you're just a mortal on the verge of death without him

You'll die if he isn't around to protect you. He makes that known whenever you have to be without him.

Father would send Mizuchi to look after you whenever he can't

She follows whatever Father says, even scaring you a bit whenever he feels as if you're getting too confident

She pretends to be your friend, but I think reader is smart enough to know she'll always be on Fujisaki's side

Mizuchi enjoys unsettling you, always appearing from the darkness and whispering in your ear

She doesn't understand what her father sees in you, but if you're important to him she'll accept it, for now

After all, she does get quite jealous whenever Father's attention strays from her

He is honestly so cruel to reader im so sorry

He spends hours breaking you down trying to get you to remember your past

To remember everything he does

He will not accept the fact that you're a different person now. You are still the same from when he remembered you, and if he has to train you to behave the way you did before, then so be it

I feel like your only saving grace MIGHT be Yato or if you were a devoted follower to a God before being taken by Father

Yato might help you, just a little bit, but he won't outright help you escape

Unless you request his service to do so, then he's obligated to help you as a delivery god

But he doesn't enjoy messing around with anything regarding his father

He keeps his distance but pities you

If you were a devoted follower of a god though, you might have some 'angels' looking over you

Perhaps this god felt a looming sense of danger hovering near you and decided to take pity on you

You would be blessed with a protective item, maybe a necklace or a bracelet! The protective blessing put on the item you wear will protect you from any physical harm, it's honestly the best thing you could have at this point

It's your last hope to have faith and to stay strong

To not let this man crazed by time destroy and ruin you

Father enjoys seeing how you still have some fight left in you

He admires it dearly as it reminds him of the past

You may try as much as you want though, you're not going to be escaping him anytime soon

He'll make you remember him one way or another

OMG

He would TOTALLY take you with him whenever doing some dangerous shit

Like if Yato was planning on hunting him down, boom

You'd be there as a human shield for Father

Father knows Yato would never hurt an innocent human like you and uses it to his advantage to make dramatic getaways

[runninriot]

20 Questions For Writers

i'm a little late because i took a break while on vacation but THANK YOU for the tag @ataliagold and @sidekick-hero 🖤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

52

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

468,074 (written in 16 months, which is a personal achievement i'm actually quite proud of)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Steddie only for now because these boys still have me in a tight grip i can't get out of

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

thought i'd only look at the stats for the ones i wrote this year out of interest

Liberate Me

Worship Me

Sweet Thing

Tomorrow

You're A God (Be My Sinner)

5. Do you respond to comments?

always!! i appreciate everyone who's taking the time to comment on one of my fics so much. love these little interactions

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it's 'happy endings always' in my house but the ending of Only Love could maybe count as angsty?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

it's hard to choose but Where The Sun Still Shines has one of my favourite happy endings

8. Do you get hate on fics?

people have always been very kind to me (thank you, people! 🖤)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes and any kind? since i started the The Best You Ever Tasted series i have tried not overthink it and not to limit myself anymore when it comes to writing smut and to just go for it. there's still more to explore 😏

10. Do you write crossovers?

apart from my first ever steddie fic Real Love Is Forever (ST×The Crow mash-up), i haven't written any crossovers yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i think/hope not?!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope. but i'd love it if that ever happened

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

no but i think it could be a fun experience although i'm not sure i'd want to burden anyone else with the chaos that is my writing process 😅

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Steddie. don't know what it is exactly but i love them being in love and writing and reading about them makes me fucking happy

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Weight of the World. do i want to finish it? yes!!! will i ever? only the stars and moon know (it's been a year, man 😔)

16. What are your writing strengths?

people have said i'm good at writing dirty smut mixed with deep emotions which is a compliment i hold dear to my heart

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ugh. plotting/outlining, just planning ahead in general. i always start my fics with a random sentence and just take it from there which has cost me some nerves in the past because i never know what i'll end up with

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

love when people do that. i think it can be a nice way for authors (like me) who aren't native english speakers to sprinkle bits and pieces of their own first language into their fics

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Steddie (any hand-written sins from my youth are well-hidden in old notebooks and will never see the light of day again)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

oh god, that one's hard because i love all my brain babies equally but

We Are The Lifeless Stars (Shining In The Dark) is the one that broke me most

Small Treasures To Keep is my favourite prompt inspired fic (kudos to all of those amazing people providing us with writing challenges and prompts, i love you guys!)

i absoluetely loved creating Vampire Steve's background story in Show Me What It's Like (To Live On The Other Side)

Unlovable is very special to me in many ways

and Monsoon and Harrsion was probably the silliest fic idea i ever had, inspired by Jemma who came up with the names. it was so fun to write and it still makes me laugh when i think of my google search history while writing that porn actors au 😆

that was fun!

feel free to ignore me if you've already done this or don't want to but i'd love to read your answers

@thisapplepielife @morningberriesao3 @steddieas-shegoes @thefreakandthehair @steddie-island 🖤

[ellie-the-oracle]

An Emotional Rant

Mild spoilers ahead (season 2 & 3)

I'm going to be a bit emotional and a bit dramatic for a second, so bare with me. Also, please feel free to leave comments, as community is something I think I need right now and would love to know I'm not alone in how I feel.🖤

My mind keeps returning to Tech and how much I miss his character. He was such a huge source of comfort for me, and I related to him so deeply. I really don't know what to expect for the rest of this final season. I so desperately want him to be alive and for this series to end on a good note with the entire batch back together (alive, safe, and happy). Yet, knowing Star Wars, I'm quite uncertain of how this will conclude.

I do not exaggerate when I say that I am genuinely hurting so badly over this. It's to the point that I don't think it's healthy. I feel hollow, and I'm striken with grief. Part of me wants to believe that he'll return because it's the only thing that makes sense for his unfinished story. The other part of me is anticipating disappointment via leaving him dead. I've put so many theories out there (see my other posts if you're interested), and I don't know what to believe anymore. On one hand, I think CX-2 is Tech. On the other hand, I believe it's Cody, and yet, I'm also suspicious of a redherring. The waiting is actually destroying me. I don't think I've connected this strongly to a character in a very long time. So I think that's why it's hurting me so much.

Anyway, any nice comments would be uplifting and appreciated as I want to know I'm not alone in how I feel. I just miss my boy 😔

[unclassedguy]

Jjk 261 leaks ahead:

Alright I was going to post about this in the morning but I got distracted and needed time to process everything anyways.

I don't usually share my thoughts on the new chapters publicly but I will make an exception now 😔.

Yap incoming

ok, so there were a lot of theories floating around before 261 about if we would actually be getting a gojo comeback or not. Honestly, some people pointed out why gojo reviving might not be the best decision for the story, but I was placing bets on it anyways because I too was pretty bummed by his end and also because my naive self chose to believe it was the most likely choice for gege to make.

However I did try to keep my hopes reasonable, choosing to belive that it could just be a hallucination.

Truthfully, I didn't think it would be Kenjaku. I'd seen the theory that it could be them but I honestly doubted gege would do that. Yet in the depths of my copium filled soul I had always been holding onto the hope that kenjaku would somehow return to the story. When I tell you my secret little stash of cope was as potent as some gojo fans im telling the truth 😭.

I honestly hoped maybe it would be kenjaku, just maybe. This morning I sought out the leaks and you know what I saw? This:

I was DYING. For a second I thought gege had really done, I was in disbelief, I was in shock, I briefly wondered if this was a joke.

AND THEN I WAS SO HAPPY. I was like: Yes! Answers! Yuji-kenjaku interactions! An unexpected twist in the fight! Forget the logistics of how kenjaku ended up in Gojo's body, I was going to trust gege's cooking and enjoy the chapter before taking a step back and critiquing anything.

And then I read that it wasn't kenjaku. It was Yuta using kenjaku's ct.

I didn't want to belive it could be Yuta. Of all the outcome I thought it CANNOT be Yuta. Not possibly. BUT IT WAS. IT WAS YUTA.

I have felt emotional when consuming media before, and sometimes underwhelmed or critical when something didn't rub me the right way, but I'd never understood people who act so utterly devastated by an author's decisions.

I UNDERSTAND NOW.

I've been mourning all day man 😭. My gojo cope, my kenjaku cope, all of it down the drain just like that AND ALL AT ONCE. I genuinely am not sure what about this chapter gas prompted such emotion in me. Am I lobotomized after all? I choose to belive its the sheer shock of this chapters events.

Tbh, I read the rest of the chapter in a bit of a daze and I'd have to go back and look over it again to share any actual thoughts or analysis, but I will says some other things stood out at me about it.

first of all, I don't hate Yuta. He's not my favorite character but I don't hate him and I wish the best to you yuta fans, however yall are feeling. his line about how the others are so worried about becoming monsters, unknowing that they've forced that role onto gojo all this time hit pretty hard for me. And now Yuta is taking on the same role since gojo's gone. He's strong and is not just taking Gojo's body but in a way taking on his position as the 'monster' of the jujutsu world, even if only for the dubious amount of time he had left.

Also the way sukuna just, punches yuji aside 😭. Nahh. The disrespect. He rlly just sees yuta in gojo's body and tosses yuji away. Rlly hope my boy beats him up next chapter and it doesn't become a yuta-one-man-show.

Overall I'm dying, I'm crying, I'm gritting my teeth, I miss kenjaku, I miss gojo, rip yuta 😭

(Please gege give me my wife back. Even just a kenjaku flashback is enough. Gege pls.)

[fangswbenefits]

So...

I survived the day at work somehow, and read Fever first thing after coming home. All I can say, Fever gave me a fever and completely destroyed my panties, and I needed maybe an hour to cool off. The second heartbeat is strong with this one! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

On a slightly more serious note, since this is the first time I'm actually sneaking into your asks, hi, Ruby! 🫂

I just wanted to thank you so so much for writing and just being you. Checking your blog always gives me immense joy, and it feels like home to come back to a space so full of love. And absolutely unhinged horny asks and the walks you take us on. 🤭

Your characterisation of Astarion is quite possibly second only to Stephen Rooney's, in my opinion. I can practically hear him say the lines, see him move and do the things he does in your stories as if I was actually playing the game. It's incredible. You're incredible, Ruby. 🫂

I could keep going forever, but this already got very long, sorry 🫣 I'm just really glad I found you when I did! Thank you again, and see you! 💖🫂

Omg hi! I always see you in my notifs 🫂 welcome, welcome!

Thank you so much for enjoying Fever! I'm a proud advocate of healthy second heartbeats 😔🙏

Do not compare me to Stephen LOL! That man is insanely talented and I'm just a potato writing fics for funsies 🫂 I do try my best to find a voice for Astarion that feels close to what we get in the game, so it means a lot that you appreciate the effort 🥺

Don't apologise! It's not long at all! I loved reading this as I prepare myself for a writing day ahead (have a couple of days off 🧎‍♀️‍➡️). Hope you're doing well and thank you so, so much for this 🫂🩷

[lovisarayne]

****Bnha manga spoiler rant****

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Honestly I'm angriest that all we got was literally a brief confirmation from Ochako that Toga died. Like, seriously?? Our main female antagonist and that's what she gets??

Wow.

These ending resolutions for LOV are all so fucked up dude.

The only part I kinda liked was that the old lady that ignored little Tenko on the street finally did the right thing this time and was taking personal accountability for how ignoring him was a mistake. I'm glad she felt guilty about it and wondered if he ever got help, and decided this time she wouldn't just "leave it for a hero". She went ahead and reached out for that lost boy herself. (I had a feeling everyone was just getting their hopes up about it being shiggy, but I guess they had semi the right idea, since it was supposed to reflect him from after he killed his family and was wandering around alone and in need of help).

Sure, I'm kinda glad Touya survived cuz that's babygirl, but at the same time I'm not. Partly because it's not what he wanted, and mainly the way it ended with him trapped and probably in even more pain than before just seems cruel. The way it ended things is really mixed between bittersweet (him and Shoto) and just irritating (Enji making it all about himself).

And I get that it's been a long road for Horikoshi, but trying to blame the US audience for just being "hard to please" is pretty insulting. The story itself was amazing and I personally appreciate the efforts put into it. It's been a long road and he hasn't had it easy. But these endings just seem thrown together and don't really seem to do what we thought the story had set out to do.

I mean ffs when ppl asked about if we were gonna get a deku 's dad reveal koshi outright admitted he had completely forgotten about izuku's Dad. That just makes it sound like the ending wasn't planned out very well, if at all. The story deserved a better ending than it seems to be getting at this point. We would have been fine taking more time to plan and waiting for them to flesh it out better. We have ONE CHAPTER LEFT. And I don't see that being enough to put a proper bow on this.

Maybe I am being selfish or picky or whatever, I just needed to vent some of this disappointment somewhere. I definitely can't to the husband, since he is strictly watching the anime and I don't want to spoil it for him 😔

[fisherrprince]

I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are your blind thoughts going into stormblood? Although you mentioned having received slight spoilers, despite what you may or may not know, are you hopeful or wary about the upcoming expansion ahead of you and ch'ahri?

I dunno hardly AAANNYTHING here is a complete list of my thoughts

kugane tower jumping puzzle (I will not be attempting to win this one) (I’m decent at jumping puzzles, but only because I’m on controller and enjoy platformers)

Godzilla 💕💕💕💕 no one told me Godzilla was here (seriously even the music and laser beams were goji-like) - they seem to be leaning into some tropes this time (with Gosetsu as well)

people seem to like the omega raids? excited for those. Halfway thru Alexander as we speak and those are fun I love gobbie

i am slightly wary going into the actual story content, since the concept of freeing ala mhigo is a healthy amount of detached from real-world allegories but also a healthy amount more connected to real world conflict around annexed powers and occupied peoples than we’ve previously gone into. It’s very grounded - the primal is a consequence, rather than a part of the conflict, and I expect them to split the focus. Insofar as post-arr and heavensward are, I mostly like how they handle complex societal topics and I trust them as far as not mucking it up entirely goes, but I put myself at a literary distance about the whole thing because im not one to speak about if they’re gonna handle it well. I’m gonna watch and mess around in the world they give me first. As far as pre-stormblood goes, in my not-a-guy-who-knows-things opinion, they handled it about a 7/10? Some dialogue bothered me, some things were like dam the horrors of war and desperation so true😔 (this is a positive). Some things were like yo is that Godzilla

I do LIKE the tone though. I think they did a tonal shift into something a little darker and brought in a Silly Guy to balance it, and it feels like they have a complete grip around their overarching story and world now.

I also wonder if they’re doing two things at once and how they’ll handle it? I want to visit Doma. I want to visit doma I want to visit that underwater bubble city you look like the monkie kid dragon place. Ch’ari will probably like it too, he’s one of those weird cats who likes water and being in water

i wasnt all that interested in the trailer aside from pretty location, it seems very stereotypical fantasy asia world tour. meteor buddy grow your hair out you look so good in Dawntrail

im trying to keep my opinions my own, since I hardly hear anyone talk about stormblood, sandwiched as it is between heavensward (everyone’s first exposure to the good kush) and shadowbringers (everyone’s perfect baby). So, about 1/4 wary of the msq content, 1/2 excited for the new dungeons and fights (is all of stormblood going to have 15+ enemies coming at you at once?? My frames get scared unless I’m wired into the internet and go down to 30 fps when they all load in), 1/4 excited to see new environments and new characters again :]

Ari is always excited to go to a new place. He always tries to make a good first impression, because whatever you do next (even if you’re rude) is colored by your first impression, and it sometimes fails and sometimes works to his benefit. He didn’t have a good reputation in Limsa, and it was shaky AT BEST in Ishgard, this is the first city he goes where either no one knows him or if they do know him it’s in a positive light. New experience for kitty

[murky-tannin]

If I had to choose one holiday (of the ones i know, if not celebrate) to be worldwide and something every country celebrated, it would have to be halloween. It's literally just a good time. Only negatives being people who take things to far with jumpscares (esp online) and the amount of unstoppable horror movie ads.

You get to dress up however you want but it's fine if you don't. You can put up fun or scary decorations and it can be as over the top or as minimal as you want. Pumpkins! At least for places that have them! And if you do have access to pumpkins, pumpkin carving and the many meals you can make is so fun. Plus the stuff that happens around halloween. Haunted houses, corn mazes, costume parties with friends, horror stories, hayrides, or the most essential part: trick or treating.

Which is THE BEST as a kid. I was a bit unlucky and people started mistaking me as an adult in daily life by the time i was 12 so I had less luck in more then 1 piece of candy per house. Luckily those in my neighborhood know me but the further i got out the less luck in amount i got 😔some people also refuse to give candy to anyone they perceive as "too old" but fortunately I've only dealt with one of those refusals once in my life cause the area I live in rocks. And now I get to take the kids around myself and sometimes get some extra candy as their guardian!

It's the best day ever as a kid, even for someone like me who was an intensely fearful and anxious child. I remember seeing this incredible yard full of decorations and even moving animatronics (yeah it was wild) that I thought was so impressive as a 5 year old, but the gigantic moving spider over their gateway made me too nervous to go into the yard. I deliberated for multiple minutes because i wanted A: candy and B: to tell whoever owned the yard how amazing it was. The man noticed me from his window after some time, came out in his awesome bigfoot costume to the edge of the fence and personally delivered candy. Got a chance to thank him and praise his yard and even got some extra candy for trying to hype myself up to go in myself for so long.

And like,, that's so cool. Especially since where I live the community is very isolated and we don't have a lot of events or interactions.

Now as an adult I love halloween because. Well duh candy. And to give kids the same fun experience I would have each year, even if i don't have many decorations to put out. I tend to start the night out with handing out candy to kids before joining the kids i babysit while they go trick or treating. And seeing them get excited (while letting them run ahead a bit because I know how it feels to be stuck right by your parent/guardian's hip while trick or treating) is such a good feeling. Halloween is just a blast all around