#Maybe I'm harsh but I do believe in the idea if someone really does care. Texting and calling even just some isn't impossible. Inaction

[mrfoox]

I'm kinda glad I can keep my opinions to myself but man

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Since day one in Aaru village, your life has become... less difficult, to say the least. Since that fateful night where Candace had brought you under her care, the elders of the village became aware that your presence could have brought problems and that the other archons would clam up your head and the lives of the villagers as punishment for the crime of hiding the "imposter". But Candace was adamant about the matter: you were nothing but a victim of some circumstances, and the village would have not turned its head to the other side on a travaller in need of help.

Dehya, besides being one of the few who wanted you far away from there, decided to follow Candace in her judgment. Not because she feared that glim of protectiveness that she showed to you, but because, after all, there was truth in her words. You were fragile, a flower that was supposed to burn under the scorching sun.

She never understood the protector, and then something changed.

Maybe it was that, despite what others from other nations said, you never actually claimed to be the Creator or something. Y/n, such a simple name—so human. Why would someone who could easily make people believe that they are indeed the creator, the allmighty, the one who rules their world just go around without even thinking about that possibility?

Maybe it was that gleam in your eyes? The one that wandered over the desert, seeing it as a place full of wonders and adventure, but still respected it, not taking it as a mere desolated pile of sand?

Maybe it was the fact that, every day, you greeted Candace with a smile that could even compare to the sun while trying to sound nice even to her, despite how harshly you were with her at the beginning? Maybe it was your laugh while plaing with the children, taking care of them, helping people around...

Maybe it was something around each of these suggestions, but she could even understand that questioning gaze when she politely asked you to just sit on a cushion with a brush in her hand.

"...W-why..."

"Well, firstly, because I noticed that your ingested harm can't even take care of your basic needs...and because I thought it could be a nice gesture..."

She felt waves of embarrassment clashing with her. It was a stupid idea, but she honestly thought that could ease your mind! She likes taking care of her own hair; it makes her head less heavy!

"I-I...forget it, it was a stupid i-"

"NO! No, no, it's not... I would love to, really!"

There was a slight chance that, maybe, that was more an act of politeness than the actual desire to spend some quality time with her, but it was something, right?

You never thought that Dehya was harsh or aggressive. Well, she was in battle with her enemies, but she was usually protective of the people for whom she genuinely cared. Her hand massaged calmly on your scal, the brush caressed gently on your length, and her nails were so gentle on our skin. It was relaxing. I remember a nice moment when someone who cared for you treated you this way. You could swear that you heard Dehya humming something behind her sealed lips.

"You right, it feels nice."

"It does? I'm glad then, but don't think I'll do this often; I'm still needed around here, you know"?"

"Y-yeah..."

Another thing came to our minds. It was more of a question that, in the end, was a normal thought that wanted to come out of your mind. Your finger is scratching the skin of your opposites, catching a Dehya face connected to some small knots in your hair.

"You're not forced to be nice to me."

She stopped all of a sudden. A strange questioning look on her face was facing your own.

"I know that I can be troubled. That's why Candace is working to find me a new home! I just thought that if you want to avoid me, I'm not blaming you!"

"Cut it."

It was more of a growl than a request. Her eyes turned a fierce one, yet she remained composed on her seat, reaching with her free hand for our arm.

"If I hadn't wanted to be here, then you wouldn't have seen me at all. I'm not nice with you by force; I'm nice because I want to."

Her grip wasn't painful at all; it felt comforting, but not as much as her words. Then a small blush appeared on her cheekbone, and she started to scrawl with her other hand, the brush still in her hand.

"You have it hard. I must say you are pretty much stronger than you believe. I never met someone who could be this nice after all the hell they've been through. So..."

Another thing you learned was that Dehya wasn't the girl you thought she was—she was even better.

[banananuttrash]

Hi, I just read your headcanons about sword leaders with an info gf and it was just *chefs kiss*. I loved it, and I was wondering if you were up to making an entp gf version? Cause I feel like entp’s are a bit more different to infp? I’m an entp and I feel like we’re just menaces to society and hard to understand since we argue for fun and are sometimes harsh with words? You don’t have to do it if ur not up to it though. I’ll completely understand. 😊😊😊

SWORD Leaders w/ ENTP Girlfriends

Notes: I'm back!!! Had to do more investigating for MBTI, lol. Really tried my best to understand this personality type and really think how they would be with you. This was hard for me (especially Smoky, I really struggled 😭) I'm not going to lie, but I really tried my best. As always with these, please give me feedback. 🙏🏼😆

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Cobra

I feel like he's just going to go with the flow with you tbh. He won't argue with you but rather have the other members of the squad do it.

You'll ask the most random questions about life and he'll just stare at you because he has no idea what to say.

Whenever you get too hyped up about something, he will calm you down with his touch. He will probably rub circles on your back or on your hand.

Never takes your harshness to heart because he knows that you mean well.

To guess where you want to go to eat he'll probably say, "guess where we're going?" And whatever you answer is where he decides to go.

Rocky

Rocky is used to being around traditional, quiet women, so when he meets you, he's thrown in for a loop.

He finds your personality refreshing and is always surprised by your constant creativity when it comes to new ideas.

You would give Rocky lots of ideas on ways to improve the club, customer wise and as an employer as well.

Your favorite place is probably on his lap and you make sure that other women know it, not that you're intimidated by any of them.

He tries to surprise you on dates, but somehow you always know where you are going, but try your best to make it seem like you're surprised.

Murayama

Because of the way that you two are, I feel like people that see you two for the first time would never think you're dating.

To other people it seems like he gets annoyed with you all the time, but little do they know that you do it on purpose because you like how you get under his skin.

He probably tells you to shut up all the time and you'll respond with make me, then he'll kiss you, which is what you want.

Even though he acts annoyed with you, he's your number 1 supporter, and he wants to accomplish everything you set your mind to.

Whenever you two plan a date he'll let you pick where to go, even if it's something out of his comfort zone. He won't care and just wants to spend time with you.

Smoky

Smoky started to like you when he sees all the ideas that you come up with in terms of helping all of the citizens of Nameless City.

Smoky doesn't typically debate, so whenever you want to, you will probably have to go to someone else from the Rude Boys.

Honestly, due to his shy nature, you more than likely will initiate any kind of romance, whether it be public or private.

He knows that you dream beyond Nameless City, and will support you in whatever journey you decide to take in life.

Even though he is the opposite of you, you find lots of energy in spending quality time with just him, hanging and talking about life together.

Hyuga

Due to the nature of your personalities, I don't think people would believe you guys are dating at first.

Hyuga will spend a lot of time just listening to you talk and reason about anything and everything.

When he does get tired of you talking, he'll probably kiss you to shut you up. Which then will probably lead to some good quality time (wink wink).

You probably work in something creative like in the arts. Maybe performer or designer, or something along those lines.

Hyuga is your number one fan even though he does not physically show it. He will be there at every showcase that you have, front and center.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Holding Out For A Hero (Mumen Rider x Chubby Reader)

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Waking up beaten and in an unfamiliar place. Mumen Rider can't but feel sorry for his captors. Because he's the only one that knows what's coming.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it. I had the idea of a reader that would destroy the world for their partner. I thought sweet little Mumen Rider would fit the roll perfectly. So I hope you enjoy.

Also, we're coming up on the twentieth story and I was wondering if anyone might have a suggestion for it? Feel free to leave a comment.

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Satoru's head throbbed and there was a lingering taste of blood on his tounge. The tight feeling of rope trapping his body to a chair. Looking up, he winced at the harsh light filling the room. Squinting at his surroundings, he tried to remember what he was doing before he woke up.

Fuzzy images were all that he could manage. The sound of slow footsteps snapped his thoughts away from the past. A trio of men entered the room. In the dim lighting, it was hard to make out any details, but they all wore bright red jackets.

The one in the middle leaned forward, studying him. “So your the so called famous Mumen Rider?” He leaned back and brought a baton under his chin. “You'd think that the class C rank 1 would’a been harder ta take down. But I guess that just proof'a how weak all you heros are.” He then reared the weapon back and brought it hard onto his knee.

Trying to muffle his pained cries, his teeth dug into a trembling lower lip.

The other two exchanged looks, but stayed silent. Leaving the assumed leader to continue. “Ya see. We noticed that you come out on top more oft’n than not. So that leads us ta believe that you have someone on your side. Now we don’t care who it is, s rank or hero association. It don't matter.” He tapped the baton on the top of his head and continued. “What does matter, is what they’re willing ta pay for you.”

Gritting his teeth through the pain, he said. “How long have I been here?”

That earned him a hit against the other knee. This time he couldn't hold back his agonized howl. “We’re the ones asking questions here!” He was practically frothing at the mouth as he yelled. Rearing the weapon back, Mumen Rider tried to prepare for another assault.

One of the men that were standing back shot a hand forward. Stopping the baton just in time from cracking into his skull. “This isn't what the boss wanted.”

Now that the second man stepped in, this seemed to give the third some courage. “Yeah, he said to get a name for the ransom. That’s all.”

This angered the first man more. “Fuck the boss. I’m tired a this weakling being a ‘beacon of hope'. I mean look at how pathetic he is.”

That hurt his pride as much as the injuries ached his body. “How long have I been here? “

This caused the first man to reel towards him. “What the he'll does it matter man. Your not getting out’a here without payment.”

The second man took pity on the bound hero. “A few hours. We grabbed you in J City.”

This caused the first man to sneer at the other two men. Pulling them away, Mumen Rider had a bit to unjumble his thoughts. Why would he be in J City? Was there a crime, none that came to mind. Was he shopping? That could be it, but he couldn't remember making a list. Maybe an appointment?

That triggered a memory. Walking down the street, he looked down at his phone. Texting you that he was on his way to your favorite ramen place. Sending the message he noticed the time, realizing that he would be late if he didn't hurry. That was when he went down an alley, knowing it would get him there faster. Then everything went black and there was a throbbing sensation at the back of his head.

Eyes widening at the realization, he struggled to get the men's attention. “You have to let me go. Please, your safety depends on it.”

A taunting smirk came onto the armed man's face. “Oh really. Does the big brave hero think he can escape now?” He stepped forward, only to be held back by one of his companions.

“What are you talking about?” He said, noticing the shift in the hero's behavior.

“The Wretch is coming.” Satoru was surprised at how steady his voice was.

The timid third man started breathing heavily. “No, they’re gone. They haven't been spotted for month.”

“Yes and if you want to keep it that way, you’ll let me go.” He struggled in the tightening bindings harder.

“Oh, so that's how you do it. You got some sort of guard dog. Is that it?” The violent man started cackling at the thought.

The scared thug was on the verge of hyperventilating . “No, you don’t get it. It’s a Demon level monster that could become any combination of creatures. Some survivors even claim that it should be Dragon level.”

This caused baton guys eyes to widen. “But I thought they were declared dead.” Turning to Mumen Rider he grabbed the shoulder straps of his armor and brought them face to face.

Only to have his next action halted by a roar. The pounding noise of fast footsteps was the only thing filling the room. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation. As the door blasted off it’s hinges, the tension stifled the room.

The thing that came through was an amalgamation of monster parts. Tentacles thrashed as sharp teeth nashed together. Standing taller than any man they had ever seen. Patches of fur and scales came into view as you stepped closer to the group.

The hyperventilating man passed out at first glance of The Wretch. Now the other two were trembling. They could only stare wide eyed and frightened at the sight before them.

Reaching your target, you slashed the ropes off of Satoru. A growl left your panting maw when he slumped forward in exhaustion. Supporting him with one of your appendages, you cradled him gently against your chest.

As you took your leave, you noticed only one conscious man was in the room. He was swinging a baton towards you. With a simple flick in his direction, he sailed into a nearby wall. Losing all sense of the situation, as he to fell unconscious.

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The next thing Mumen Rider knew he was waking up in a hospital room. He was brought to reality by your voice conversating with another familiar one.

You noticed him stirring and smirked. “Look who's awake. You feeling better Sleeping Beauty?”

Your smile never fail to make him flush. Grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together. Gentle caresses with soft hands brought him to a wonderland of euphoria. All thoughts of your soft full body were paradise in his mind.

Only for the fantasy to be broken by a sharp cough. Saitama didn’t mind public affection, but if you both continued. Well he would definitely feel like he was intruding.

“Oh Saitama, it’s nice to see you again.” Satoru tried to will the redness from his cheeks. It was one thing to be intimate with you in private. But to carry on in front of one of his co-workers, and friends, was another embarrassment all together.

With a nod, he was happy to see that his interruption had reign you both in. Though you still held the other man’s hand tightly. “I’m glad to see that your feeling better than last night.” He glanced over at you and smiled. “She was carrying you and you looked pretty bad.”

This caused the helmet wearing hero to blush all over again. “Wwwell, you see.”

He was cut off by a swift kiss to the cheek. “He had a run in with some bad guys. I happened upon them at the end, but Satoru was exhausted after handling the situation. So I helped him here. Simple as that.” You smiled at the heros, but Saitama could tell there was more to you. While Mumen Rider knew there was more, but that was his secret to keep.

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟱

I didn't proofread this, will fix it later. Maybe

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

The beast said only what he wanted to say and released me from his lair.

Knowing that a harsh reality awaits me when I return to court.

Clavis: "Oh no, it was the right decision to send the knight to pick you up."

He's talking about Cyril

Clavis: "I didn't expect more than 10 people to try to reach you in the morning."

Nokto: "You know, this could be the first and last time in your life that you'll be popular? Congratulations."

Emma: "… I can't be happy about it."

(The day should have just begun, but I'm tired.)

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Nobleman: "… How selfish. Even if that was Prince Chevalier's plan the other day, it's impossible."

Nobleman: "Do you intend to repeat the tragedy of Prince Yves's time? It's deplorable."

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Noblewoman: "I never thought that someone who had a private affair with Obsidian would walk around the court with dignity."

Noblewoman: "What kind of nerve does it take to fall in love with someone who doesn't know how to handle herself?"

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(I tried to explain to various people that it was all a misunderstanding because they were being sarcastic about it. But they didn't believe me at all.)

My thorny emotions only stab me one-sidedly, and they don't listen to me.

I was trapped in a worse environment than before, and I was stuck in all directions.

(There are many people in the court who have a stronger dislike for Obsidian than in the city…)

(I guess it reflects the princes' idea that "reconciliation is impossible".)

Clavis: "Haha, don't look so glum. You haven't done anything wrong, have you?"

Clavis: "It is just right to follow the example of Lord Gilbert's brazenness and smile at the situation."

Nokto: "Oh, yeah. I think even King Highness would say, "So what?" I'm sure he’ll say that."

Nokto: "You are King Highness's direct subordinate, so you have to be tough."

Clavis: "The fox that borrows the authority of the tiger—or is it the rabbit?"

Nokto: "Ahaha, she's tough."

(Even in this situation, Nokto and Clavis are the same.)

I glance at the large number of letters piled up on the foreign policy faction's office desk.

The letters listed were inquiries about me, and the two seemed to be busy responding to them.

Although they are busy with unscheduled official duties, I don't hear any resentment.

(If I fret, I'll only make you two worry about me... Enough of this, look over the front.)

Emma: "Thank you. I'm certainly not doing anything wrong, so I have to be confident!"

Clavis: "Yeah, what's the big deal?"

Nokto: "By the way, "this" is just our official business. It's not something you care about."

Clavis: "Rather, it's really interesting that the friendly and anti-Obsidian factions have become clear, isn't it?"

Clavis: "So far, though, it looks like there's a lot of opposition."

Clavis: "Obsidian betrayed Rhodolite once in the past. It's hard to believe."

Nokto: "If you think about it, I wonder which side is King Highness now."

Clavis: "He's a militant. He's not looking to build friendships."

(I see…)

The ally's position is the guideline for the whole.

If Prince Chevalier does not have the idea of approaching Obsidian, the discussion will be extremely difficult.

(... Even if we show a friendly attitude, we do not know if the Obsidian country will betray us at all.)

(A good example is the way Prince Gilbert treats me.)

(I guess Prince Chevalier's way of thinking is rational and steady.)

(Leon would say the same thing about this.)

It is difficult to swallow more than a glimmer of violence, even if one understands.

Clavis: "It's not just Chevalier, we are also being questioned in the situation now." **

Clavis: "If you talk about friendship with Obsidian, it's because the anti-royalty faction that has become active is likely to attack."

Nokto: "But there are anti-monarchy people who think the opposite, right?"

Clavis: "In their case, 'The royal family has made a mistake in judgment, and we can't leave it to them again.'"

Nokto: "I can't believe it got that complicated."

Nokto: "… I mean, has the distrust of the royal family reached this far?"

Clavis: "No… Even if it wasn’t for Lord Gilbert’s instigation, I feel like it’s been a bit too extreme recently."

Clavis: "The anti-monarchy faction was originally cautious. It's only recently that they've started showing some signs of activity."

Clavis: "Perhaps someone is behind the scenes?"

(… I don't think that "someone" has anything to do with Prince Gilbert.)

Clavis: "No matter how things turn out, my current ideal is for Lord Gilbert to leave our country."

Clavis: "I hope he will return home after the four-parliamentary talks as soon as possible."

(Is that... is that what it's all about for Rhodolite now?)

(In the end, I can't do anything…)

My own helplessness pierces my chest with a sense of emptiness.

Clavis: "Sometimes, I've been somewhat curious..."

Clavis: "What happened to your neck?"

(I knew you would ask.)

I gently placed my fingers on my bandaged neck.

Emma: "It's a secret."

Clavis: "Well... does that mean that you want to keep the hot night with Lord Gilbert to yourself?"

Emma: "No… it's not!"

Nokto: "If you have nothing to hide, you can say it, right?"

(… What should I do? I could say I was bitten, but I feel kind of embarrassed…)

Clavis: "Emma, don't make that face. Even if you don't mean it, Lord Gilbert will misunderstand you, won’t he?"

(Uh.)

Nokto: "… You can't possibly—"

Emma: "I was just bitten!"

(… I ended up saying it.)

Clavis: "Oh my…"

Nokto: "Did you know? A man who bites a woman is very possessive."

Nokto: "You might end up with bite marks soon."

Emma: "… It seems possible, and I don't like it."

(Even though it still tingles and hurts.)

Every time my neck hurts, I think of Prince Gilbert.

I should have been scared and in pain, but in the end, the only feeling left in my heart was sadness.

(As long as he is a real beast, the idea of approaching him is just a dream.)

(I thought about having a conversation with Prince Gilbert... but then I realized that I couldn't even do that without turning him back into a person.)

Though I always feel deceived by his refreshing and gentle smile,

Prince Gilbert has never been friendly with me or Rhodolite.

Whether I like it or hate it, the idea of "domination" won't change.

(His Majesty the Emperor may be behind it…)

As I unconsciously put strength into my fingers, a hand extended from behind me and grabbed me, pulling my hand away from my neck.

When I turned around, Cyril, who was standing beside me, shook his head as if troubled.

Clavis: "Emma, if your neck is bothering you so much, the gentle Prince Charming will prepare some medicine that works instantly, okay?"

Emma: "Prepare?"

Nokto: "I don't know. Despite his appearance, Clavis is a professional drug maker who has contributed to numerous medical breakthroughs."

Nokto: "… I'm not sure what to expect."

Clavis: "Do I have to say it twice?"

Emma: "… I can't believe you were such an amazing person."

Clavis: "Haha, did you fall in love? I'm a guilty man."

Clavis: "I'm afraid this is going to make Lord Gilbert jealous… but where's the important guy?"

Emma: "I don't know. I didn't see him, at least not this morning."

(I usually meet Prince Gilbert at the breakfast table, but...)

Since we came back together from his hideout, he must be at the court.

Nokto: "How unusual for someone who spends all his time with you." // "Isn't that unusual for someone like him to be with you all the time?"

Clavis: "In times like this, it's reasonable to assume he's planning some evil deeds."

Emma: "I hope that's not the case."

Emma: "… By the way, Prince Chevalier isn't here, is he?"

(Even though at this time of the day, he's usually in his office.)

Clavis: "He's been missing since this morning, too. I went to wake him up, but his room was empty."

Nokto: "It's unusual for King Highness to be active in the morning."

Clavis: "Oh. Where the hell did he go—"

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Gilbert: "—That's rare, isn't it?"

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

The sound of footsteps echoes in the chapel in the early morning air.

Gilbert, seated in the front row, crossed his legs without turning around and looked up at the ceiling.

Gilbert: "Greetings to the gods so early in the morning? Haha, I didn't know you were religious."

Chevalier: "… Nonsense."

He proceeded through the aisle leading to the altar, his white cloak fluttering gallantly.

He sat down on the opposite side of the seat without so much as a glance at the other person in front of him and let out a languid breath.

Chevalier: "It seems that you are the one who frequents the chapel."

Gilbert: "Isn't it relaxing to be in a quiet space?"

Gilbert: "You see, I hate people. Sometimes I miss the silence."

Chevalier: "Hating people makes me laugh."

Chevalier: "… I thought you were really repentant."

Gilbert: "Unfortunately, I don't have anything to repent for."

Chevalier: "I suppose."

Snickering, Chevalier looks up at the statue of the god sitting in the chapel.

Chevalier: "I'm going to ask you straight. What are you going to do with that?"

Gilbert: "By "that," you mean the little rabbit? Right…"

Gilbert: "I'm going to get her, and I'm going to take good care of her." // "I'm thinking of getting her and cherishing her."

With his carefree and refreshing smile, there was a firm determination that it was already a matter of decision.

Gilbert: "Because, even if her term as Belle ends, she won't be able to go back to town anymore, right?"

Gilbert: "Right now, rumors are circulating in town that "the girl in Akatsuki's bookstore is an Obsidian woman"..."

Gilbert: "Even the Obsidian pests will hear the rumors and come to see the little rabbit with all sorts of ideas."

Gilbert: "If she gets along with other guys without my knowledge, I'll be jealous."

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier caught his red eye softening. **

Gilbert: "What's that look on your face, like you're trying to say something?"

Chevalier: "I just don't think it's like you."

Chevalier: "As you know, that woman is not a noblewoman."

Gilbert: "Oh, you're just going to admit it."

Chevalier: "We're not in a public forum."

Chevalier: "You are famous for your brutality against those in power, but you are also rumored to be merciful to the weak."

Chevalier: "Even if I think about you in the past... isn’t it against your principles to hurt and corner a common woman?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, that's just me as a member of the "royal family."

Gilbert: "Not in my private life, okay?"

Chevalier: "Oh, so any malice towards the rabbit is a private matter?"

Gilbert: "Yes. She honestly has nothing to do with my plans."

Gilbert: "It doesn't matter if you're there or not. You don't have to mess with it or not."

Gilbert: "Look, there's no point in a beast slowly torturing its prey without killing it, right? It's the same."

Chevalier: "You're not even interested in her position as "Belle"?" // "You're not even interested in the situation of "Belle"?" **

Gilbert: "Of course, I can't think of a plan to use it, but it's a bit troublesome to prove that she's Bell."

Gilbert: "There's no reason for me to go through all that trouble. Maybe not Benitoite and Jade, though."

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

The conversation dies down, and a sacred silence returns.

After a moment of searching for something, Gilbert's sigh dissolved into the air.

Gilbert: "You must have figured out what I was after the other day with all that fuss."

Gilbert: "That's why I came here."

Chevalier: "… Ah."

Gilbert: "Okay? I'll at least listen to what you have to say since we've known each other for so long."

Chevalier: "Well? Then…"

Chevalier stands up and quietly draws his sword.

He took a few steps and drew a beautiful trajectory, which was intercepted by a jet-black cane.

Chevalier: "Can I see that cane of yours?"

Gilbert: "Eh, no. Why would I lend it to you?"

Gilbert catches the sword while sitting and laughs out of place.

In contrast, Chevalier etched a wrinkle between his beautiful eyebrows.

Chevalier: "At first I thought it might be a made-up sword, but the position of the cut is unnatural for that."

Chevalier: "If it were just a sword to begin with, there would be no need to disguise it. It's not forbidden to wear a sword belt."

Chevalier: "And it can't possibly be an ordinary cane either. Because according to the little rabbit, it has an unnatural weight to it."

Gilbert: "Then, what do you think?"

Chevalier: "100 years ahead… No, it's the crystallization of technology that's even further ahead, isn't it?" // "It's the culmination of technology that's a hundred years old... maybe even more."

Chevalier: "It's a new type of weapon that no continent has ever seen, with the potential to overturn the world."

The "World Disaster" says nothing.

He dismisses it with a refreshing smile that shows no signs of faltering.

Chevalier: "… When it is introduced to the battlefield, the continent will undoubtedly usher in a new era."

Chevalier: "The time of knights will be over, and the time will come when the common people will have weapons to fight."

Chevalier: "Obsidian's military development has been spectacular... but it seems to have gone far beyond my imagination."

Gilbert: "Fufu… Then why do you think I did what I did so that you would find out about it?"

Gilbert: "Chevalier, you are an uncertainty. Even if we advance our technology a hundred years into the future…"

Gilbert: "You're the only one who can come up with a plan that can overturn that." **

Gilbert: "I value you. I never underestimated you."

Gilbert: "What's the point of me giving you all this information if you can't even guess?"

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

A small click of the tongue echoes through the chapel.

Gilbert: "Yes. Because we've already done the preparation."

Gilbert: "It's too late for you to realize it now. My piece is on the verge of checkmate."

Gilbert: "Rhodolite is now fanged... yet no one but you is aware of it."

Chevalier: "It seems so… But I have some concerns."

Gilbert: "What?"

Chevalier flicks the cane with his sword and returns it to its sheath.

Chevalier: "There's no reason to wait for a checkmate, is there?"

Chevalier: "You are ready. Then, execute it promptly."

Chevalier: "Why don't you do it?"

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier: "It's a contradiction, isn't it? Especially if you see me as a risk."

Chevalier: "The more time you give, the less chance you have of winning—there's no way you can't understand that reason."

Gilbert: "… Hmm."

Chevalier: "I see... it seems that there is a purpose that has not been read yet."

The glacial eyes stare down at the beast.

Chevalier: "Your evil deeds are very rational and worthy of the name "Ever-Victorious General," but..."

Chevalier: "Your own actions are wasteful and filled with contradictions."

Chevalier: "Even if I know "what to do," I can't honestly understand "what you want to do."

Gilbert: "You think I'm going to tell you nicely?"

Chevalier: "I'd like to hear it out…"

Gilbert: "You don't want to see what's in the cane… yet, do you? It's a bad bet for you."

Chevalier: "It's not bad to accept that bet, but I might accidentally kill you."

Chevalier: "It's troublesome to keep you alive, and it's troublesome to kill you."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm the same. If I kill a prince in Rhodolite, I'll never get out of here alive."

Gilbert: "If you want to kill—"

Chevalier: "You have to figure out a way."

The two beasts laugh as their murderous atmosphere clashes in the air.

It was a smile that seemed to be deeply amused, as if no one else could understand it.

Gilbert: "Hey, I've answered a lot of questions, can I at least get something in return?"

Chevalier: "… I'll listen to you."

Gilbert: "It's about Little Bunny—"

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—And again, silence returns to the chapel.

Chevalier's expression after hearing everything was not bright at all.

Chevalier: "… I don't want to say this out of my mouth, but…"

Chevalier: "The woman you like may be the most unhappy person in the world."

Gilbert: "It's obvious, isn't it? I'm the world disaster."

Chevalier: "There is that, but right now it's like..."

Gilbert: "Like what?"

Chevalier: "… Nothing, I thought something stupid."

Chevalier stands up gallantly after saying that his business is over and heads for the doorway.

He pushed open the heavy door without difficulty and stepped out into the blowing wind—

Gilbert: "Oh, I almost forgot. On a different note, I have a gift for Rhodolite."

With his back turned, Gilbert spins as if singing.

Gilbert: "Look forward to it, okay…?"

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Jin: "I'll disturb you."

Emma: "Oh, Jin?"

While I was helping with official duties in the foreign policy faction's office, Jin came in with a package of sweets in one hand.

Jin: "Oops, you're here too."

Emma: "Yes. I was originally scheduled to help out today…"

Jin: "It's rare that that bastard isn't there."

Nokto: "Jin is the same as always."

Clavis: "Haha, that's why being with Emma has become the norm."

Emma: "… I'm having a headache."

Jin: "Stretch your wings while you still can. By the way, have you seen Luke?"

(...? Jin, you seem to be less relaxed than usual.)

Emma: "I haven't seen him."

Clavis: "So do I. It's rare for him to participate in official business, is it?"

Nokto: "Well, but I certainly haven't seen him around lately. I did manage to get him to attend the memorial service, though."

Nokto: "… No, wait, Jin, is that honey candy?"

Jin: "Yes. I asked Yves to make it for me a while ago, and it's a real masterpiece."

Jin: "I'm walking around the place with this, but I haven't seen him at all."

Clavis: "Oh my…"

Nokto: "… It's a strange situation."

Emma: "What's wrong?"

(Everyone seems to have suddenly changed the look in their eyes.) **

Clavis: "Luke never misses a hint of honey, no matter how far away it is."

Nokto: "Whether he's on official business or eating, as long as he smells the honey, he'll definitely come."

(I-I didn't know he likes honey that much.)

Aside from Jin and Clavis, even Nokto has a straight face, so it must be true.

Jin: "… I've been noticing that he's been acting a little strange lately."

Jin: "I was just curious and wanted to talk to him…"

Clavis: "Hmm, really? I didn't notice anything unusual…"

Nokto: "Me too. I think you're thinking too much. He's probably sleeping somewhere."

Jin: "Then that's fine, but what kind of honey cake does he want to eat?" **

Clavis: "You're too soft on Luke."

Nokto: "That's why Luke is most attached to Jin."

(Come to think of it… I haven't seen Luke lately either.)

(I think that was the last time I saw him, except for the ceremony…)

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Jin: "You're looking a little pale, aren't you?"

Luke: "… It just looks that way because of the sunset."

Luke: "But if you're done with your business, let's go back home."

Emma: "Whoa, Luke!"

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Luke was not talking much that day.

Even after getting into the carriage, he seems to be lost in thought.

Emma: "… Shall I look for Luke, too?"

Before I knew it, those words were coming out of my mouth.

Jin: "But you, you're going through a difficult situation right now, aren't you?"

Clavis: "You can't stay in one room just because things are difficult."

Clavis: "A change of scenery is important. Isn't the air outside better when you're depressed?"

(Clavis…)

Clavis: "Cyril, just to be safe, you're coming with her. Or rather, from today onwards, you can be Emma's exclusive bodyguard."

Cyril: "Eh, is that okay? That's good, now I can get away from my troublesome master for the time being."

Cyril: "I'll do my best, so please look forward to it, young lady!"

Clavis: "… Oi."

(Yes, I wonder if it's okay. I'll have the head knight of the foreign policy faction as my escort…)

(But Cyril seems very happy… and I can't say I don't have a fear of being targeted myself…)

Emma: "Thank you very much. I'll take your word for it!"

Nokto: "I think he's the right person for the job. Cyril is a former Obsidian soldier, and he knows Gilbert, right?"

(Uhm.)

Cyril: "I'd say we've known each other, but that was a long time ago."

Cyril: "Well, I think I can stand up to Gilbert better than most soldiers."

(… So, Cyril, do you know the past of Prince Gilbert?)

I'm curious, but right now it's more about Luke.

Jin: "Sorry Emma, we'll have to split up to find him."

[heavensentofficial]

Hello Miss Lettie.

I was wondering if you'd be willing to discuss your religion and the way you feel about the temple itself with me? I know you're a busy person, of course, so I'm happy to work around your schedule.

If not, that's perfectly fine as well.

Thank you in advance,

- @code-dread

Hello there!

Of course! I am busy, but I would consider this exactly the kind of thing I am busy with. By which I guess I mean my job? Hehe... And it is an interesting question... Somehow I'm not sure I've really been asked before...

I did notice you speaking with Jordan, by the way! It's always heartening to see new people take interest in the temple c:

As for your question,

I think I may have a different perspective on the temple than most people here? Mostly in that everyone else here has made vows of their own volition and experienced other things, while I've always been here! And in that I have a lot of information that the others here don't. I even need to keep secrets from Brother Jordan ahaha ^^; I'll have to be careful with that sort of thing when I'm sharing my opinion, come to think of it.

...

You know, I'm not sure where to start! The temple is all I've ever really known, so as much as I'd like to give you helpful, concise information, it is a bit of a case of trying to explain how I feel about my life as a whole ^^; ... I hope you will forgive me if this is a bit all over the place!

Hmmmm... Firstly, I think I have to make the disclaimer that this is an organised religion, right? I'm not sure there really is such a thing as organised religion without flaws or corruption - and because of my position, I tend to see a lot of it quite up close, which makes me really sad. :< I have a lot of affection for this place and the people in it, so seeing certain individuals use it in such a way truly hurts. I often find myself wondering just what it is about the temple that seems to be enabling the sort of exploitation I keep seeing, but I'm not sure it's something I'm brave enough to bring up to anybody. Maybe one day... I do what I can to make things easier for people for the time being. ^^; The safety of our flock is of the utmost concern, after all. (hehe. flock...)

That aside, I think the temple does a lot of good! In my own experience, I was raised here, so I'm naturally thankful for that. I've been kept very safe from the various dangers and corrupting influences in town and had lots of opportunities to learn and to help people because of it. ^^ (Besides, from what little I've heard of the alternative outcome, I'm not certain that someone with my constitution would cope very well at all.)

One of our main rules is obedience to our elders... I choose to take this to mean that we are allowed to privately question them, but to we are expected to only act on this after the fact. (Unless you find someone older still whose age-authority cancels the other person's out! That's why I have learned the exact ages of everyone at the temple, to avoid those with unclean intent ^^) While there are those who would take advantage of this, in theory, the idea is that we should look up to and respect those with experience - and in the same vein, have a responsibility to guide and care for our juniors. And I think if everyone did that, it would be a lovely world. ^^ So in that sense, I'm quite blessed to have so many elders here.

We also place a heavy emphasis on sexual purity... To my understanding, this temptation is a constant plague that humankind suffers from greatly - especially in this town. I've heard frightful things of what happens outside, perpetrated by those overcome by their sin, so perhaps we are onto something. I myself believe that everyone can grow and improve so long as they truly desire it, so I try to be kind even to people that do bad things, but the temple as a whole is uh... Quite firm in their treatment of sinners as a whole. This is probably good, though ^^ To grow and become pure, people need both harsh correction and balm for their wounds. Otherwise my approach would just be coddling, right?

Ummm... I hope this has been helpful? It's hard to know what to include and what not to! This being my whole life and all. If you ever see me, feel free to approach me to talk, if you should so wish! Or to just ask more questions here, I suppose? Whichever you prefer if you need to.

[a-student-out-of-time]

I've been catching up with the another series because of this blog and i really don't understand what Linuj wanted to go for with Ayame's character

In one side we hear that she killed Kizuna so thag Akane wouldn't become the culprit, it's a sacrifice to save someone she loved. But on the other hand not only did she made the cast go through an entire class trial but she even set up a trap to make herself seem less suspicious as the culprit, that's so contradictory to her sacrifice narrative because it means she did want to escape

And I'm wondering is this intentional? Or is just another case of Linuj's unusual writing? I just don't understand how we're meant to view this character

//Yeah, Ayame's role in the story is...a little perplexing. I like do her character, but on a first watchthrough, it can be strange to see all this. Here's my understanding:

//Kizuna found out that Yuki might be the mastermind, and so she tried to recruit Akane to help kill him. She disagrees, they get into an argument because Kizuna wants to escape, and in the process of trying to kill Akane so she can have someone die as part of her murder plan, a struggle ensues and Akane accidentally stabs Kizuna and runs off.

//In the trial, Ayame admitted that her reasoning was that Kizuna was already on the verge of death, so there was no time to get her help and, if she died, Akane would've become the Blackened. She had no time to save her, even if she wanted to.

//Ayame did all this in an attempt to save Akane, and Kizuna, whatever her motivation, corrects her dying message from "The Maid" to "Not the Maid." Whether it was a change of heart or just wanting everyone to know who actually killed her so they wouldn't escape, it's hard to say.

//Of course, even Rei points out that, if all of that were true, why go through a trial at all? Why not just confess from the start?

//I think we put too much stock in the idea that people with good intentions are also just okay with dying. The survival instinct is pretty strong, so in most cases, I doubt that they would just come forward and say it was them until they have no choice. Even if they do, it's not like everyone is just going to believe them immediately.

//Even Ayame admits that she had some intention of maybe escaping, as I think everyone here does, and was maybe using Akane as the pretext. That doesn't negate that it was done to save the girl she loved from dying, just that there's nuance to it.

//Ayame setting up and deliberately set off a trap to injure herself is also something she explains. The obvious answer there is to throw suspicion off of herself, but as she says after the trial, it was essentially penance for if she did escape. She lives, but she'll never run properly again thanks to her severed tendon.

//Of course, by the time the trial's finale set in, Ayame knew the full story with Akane and thus gave up on the idea of escaping. That weird bit about her pretending to be evil at the end was probably so nobody would feel bad about watching her get

//I think that, as a character, Ayame is meant to serve as the first major influence on Akane's growth as a person. In a very harsh way, of course, because this was the first fangan and thus it parallels a lot of what happens with Taka and Mondo ^^;

//I know I complain a lot about characters getting fridged, but that's about characters who die without any major role in their story and only to advance the development of another, and usually very briefly and shallowly. That's not what happened here, it was Kizuna facing the consequences of her actions and Ayame's decision to try and save someone she cared about a lot.

//As we'll see from here on out, Akane never forgets Ayame through all of this.

[blu-inked-life]

The Necromancer

I was the first of the team to arrive at the house. At a glance there was nothing special about it. It was old. None of the cutting edge magic or tech to be seen. My teammates would doubtlessly mock it, but I found it charming. It reminded me a little of the house I grew up in.

No, there was no time for that. I pushed away the memories and into the house before the past could distract me. Being the only one here had its perks, I could easily slip in without the suspect knowing. If Necromancers were really as dangerous as they believed surprise was the best route. Doing so would undoubtedly get me an earful from Superior Mal later, but let him be mad. What could he do? Fire me? From a job I couldn't say no to to begin with? Oh. The horror.

In the darkened living room there was evidence that this house had been loved and lived in for ages. Worn carpets. Pictures dotted on the walls. Furniture that sagged some in the middle but looked no less comfortable. It was smaller than the enormous Victorian house I grew up in, but I got the feeling that wasn’t a problem for whoever lived here.

Upstairs I heard movement and without making a sound I crept toward the stairs. The sounds didn't stop as I moved toward them, making it painfully clear they had no idea I was here. I was already feeling uneasy from what I had seen in the rest of the house, but the sight of someone maybe a little younger than me stuffing things into a bag did not help. I leaned against the open doorframe.

"Don't worry about packing clothes, I hear they'll provide you with some," I called to him. He spun around, the bag flying away in his clumsiness. He braced himself against what I now realized was a bed, eyes wide and chest heaving with fear. Sweet devils.

I was right in guessing he was about my age or a little younger, but the raw fear in his eyes spoke of something so pure he could have been a child. A mop of brown hair topped his head and he had brown eyes. I could feel the magic coming off of him and knew that there'd been no mistake about his identity. He was most definitely a necromancer. The mistake was that he was also certainly not evil or twisted.

In a way... he was me. A more openly terrified version of me. Necromancy wasn't something he'd studied to learn. It was something he'd inherited against his will.

"Please! I've never resurrected a human! I'm not evil! You must believe me!" He looked on the verge of tears. A cat leapt to his shoulder, tail twisting and swaying as it watched me. It had bright jade eyes and the same magical energy resonated from it as with its master.

Animals. He resurrected animals. Now I wanted to cry. This was not a criminal. This was a victim. I heard footsteps downstairs and knew time was up. Without thinking I raised my hand and blasted a ball of energy at the window, shattering it and tearing away some of the wall around it.

"Go!" I urged him in a harsh whisper when he only stared at me with confused doe eyes. "Stay out of view. Head for the forest and lay low until things die down." I was pushing him now. He spared one last look at me. Footsteps on the stairs. The gratitude in his eyes mirrored in the cat's before he jumped, clumsily landing in the soft grass below.

He slipped into the shadows just as the rest of the team burst through the door. I fixed an angry look on my face that needed less acting when Superior Mal yanked my arm so I was facing him.

"Why did you go in alone?" He demanded. I yanked my arm back.

"Careful Superior, it might sound like you were worried about me," I snapped. In truth I wasn't totally upset with him. I was upset at this whole warped definition if good and bad. I was upset I couldn't do more for the boy. The Superior sighed a groan, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"What happened here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I gestured to the blown open wall. "He managed to escape."

Superior Mal studied the wall for a long time. Already I knew he didn't believe that the necro boy had made the hole. Just as he didn't believe that he had managed to escape from me. His gaze shifted back to me and there was a moment of tense silence between us. I expected him to call me on my betrayal. Demand to know why I let a 'dangerous criminal' go. Instead all he said was:

"Are you hurt?"

[lmanburg-letter-service]

Hello Wilbur.

I honestly didn't expect a response. I'm aware it might sound somewhat harsh, but I didn't think you cared enough to, well, send a letter. To be fair, I also thought that the "I don't want to talk to you again" part of the letter would have stopped you, but I was clearly wrong.

Now, to my actual response: Yes, I didn't tell you about me spying on Schlatt, and I did everything I my power power sell off the act of me simply being one of his lackeys,, but I vividly remember giving you my spy journal at the very end. Maybe you never read it, maybe you don't remember, maybe we were from different canons. Either way, it's something that I believe we may never fully agree on, and I'm alright with letting that be water under the bridge.

Really, I don't have the energy to hold on to grudges nowadays.

Do you remember how young I was when the revolution for L'Manburg's right to exist took place? I do. I remember my ill fitting pastel getup that looked like it was taken straight out of a crayon doodle. I remember you babying me at every turn, calling me your little champion, because I was. I wasn't as old as you and uncle Tommy, I was just someone born in L'Manburg's walls. A kid. My first canon death was as a kid.

You grew so attached to the idea of L'Manburg so quickly, and at the same time, you tore yourself away from the skin of the man I used to know. The man that would sing me Dear Theodosia when I was having a bad day, that would genuinely try to put me in his list of priorities at all.

Because we both know that day you were trying to find Nikki. If Eret hadn't tricked you, we never would've even spoken again.

I loved you, and I know part of me still does. I just don't want to put my trust in you again and watch you tear it to pieces anew. I can't trust you, not like I could when I was a kid, because I no longer know you as a person. The Wilbur I knew would have never blown up L'Manburg, no matter how bad things got. He'd have never asked his father to kill him in front of the audience who'd witnessed his chaos, and would now witness something just as horrific.

No, the Wilbur I knew would have thought of his friends, his family. He'd have realized that L'Manburg and its ideals could be rebuilt as long as the people were there, just as it was until there was no people left who believed in it. Will, I'm sure that if you'd have stayed kicking, L'Manburg would have too. I may have conflicting emotions on how I feel about you, but I can safely say you're one of the most charismatic men I've ever met, and you used to know how to use that to inspire men to take arms, to build revolutions.

You were a revolutionary, until you allowed the revolution to change you.

I'm aware this sounds like I'm blaming you for going off the deep end, but that's not my intention. I know that if you could have stepped out of the situation and taken an outsider's perspective, things wouldn't have ended the way they did. As you told me, you were going through a rough patch, and I understand that. But Tommy tried to help you. So many people tried to help you, and instead of taking the metaphorical lifesaver, you pushed it aside and continued to drown.

Maybe one day we'll be in talking terms again, I can't predict the future. Currently, though? Work on yourself first. I can't deal with a repeat of L'Manberg, not with my current mental state. Contrary to popular belief, I do want you to get better. I want you to overcome your past and work on your future. But, until I see that you're in a good spot mentally, I can't let you back into my life. I'm not going to come and preach to you about being the perfect picture of mental wellness, but I know that I have my shit more together, for lack of a better term.

At least the only person I'll hurt with my mental state is myself. I hope we might be able to talk on better terms next time around.

Best wishes,

Fundy

-🦊

(Please tag as fictive, not kin.)

[Letter Sent!]

[pinetoyles]

Let's have fun with your anons, tell us your headcanons for the daddy's boy!au. Maybe that's what they want. (That's for sure what I want).

On a scale of 1 to 10, how kinky is Levi for daddy? How does dom!daddy Erwin treat him? How did they meet? Give us the deets! (I'm totally obsessed with that au, I'm not gonna forget to ask you for more.)

That's good questions, I wish I knew answers for them 😂 Actually I never thought about this universe details, I created this punkish Levi just bcs of my obsession with idea of skinny punk styled boys and their muscular bfs🫦 And I have nobody to discuss it with, so didn't have a reason to develop this au...

But okay, let me think

(english is not my first language so sorry for rough writing style, I swear in native language I'd described everything better ㅠㅠ)

First of all, Levi is really, really cocky and harsh man despite the fact (or better to say because of) that he's canonically short and skinny. Since childhood he wasn't treated well by other children and teachers bcs of this, he was considered as 'weak' and 'looking like a girl' by them, so he grew up bratty and a bit cold tempered to protect himself from cruel world, so when he finally met a man who liked him just for who he was, he developed that tsundere attitude towards him, not believing him for a long time, but now he accepted Erwin's love and even somehow could confess his own feelings, he became softer and kinder (only to Erwin, huh), but in the bed he often becomes as bratty is he was when Erwin met him and Erwin LOVES IT

I dunno yet how and when they met, I want to think about it more thoroughly, but Erwin definitely a bit older, a lot higher (everything canonically, okay), he's mascular, workouts at least thrice a week (so it would be easy to fxck his fav boy while holding him in his hands❤️), has a great well-paid job, owns a big apartment and expensive car (huh I'm sweating, where do I find this kind of man, too... lucky Levi)

He's very delicate, respectful gentleman, totally unproblematic green flag and before meeting Levi he wasn't kinky at all. Maybe he's bisexual and previously dated only women but now he chose to be happy and date a man 🫦 Coming back to kinks... With Levi he developed A LOT of them. Levi likes praising, so Erwin praises him a lot during s3x (but not only) like "good boy", "you're doing so well", "you're so beautiful with my cùm all over your face, babe", "I love to see your beautiful eyes, when you sucking me off, please look at me, love", "your moans are like honey to my ears, please, be louder, babe" etc

He loves seeing Levi vulnerable and protect him at all costs, making him comfortable, sometimes he thinks that he loves after care even more than s3x itself: wiping their s3men from Levi's skin, kissing his sensitive spots, licking new hickeys, preparing a bath, carry Levi to bathroom etc

Btw Levi likes to bite Erwin when he's at his highest and Erwin absolutely loves it, he's not very sensitive to pain, he lets Levi do whatever he wants, and sometimes Levi, when he's angry for whatever reason, may be reeeeally aggressive in bed

And they're switching! Not really into idea that someone always tops and the other always bottoms, but before Levi, Erwin couldn't imagine being fxcked in the ass 🍑 He moans so nice, too 🫦

What about other kinks... they try a lot of things, I guess, they both like to try new, but it's usually Levi, who suggests things to try and to buy (including shib@ri, pet play, vibrat0rs etc etc even *cough-cough* don't kick me on this one — sounding practice)

Although Levi is sensitive he's into some pain and firstly Erwin didn't agree to do something painful to him like spanking, but they discussed it a lot (Erwin CAN talk through his mouth, Levi not really used to) and now Erwin's ok with these practices, but he always controls a situation. Levi's always safe with him ❤️

Somehow all the lore I reduced to smut, how's this happend.... anyways, thank you for letting me spill some tea, feel free to ask more questions I'd like to speak more about them 😭 Maybe I'll even write a fic about this universe (sadly not in english, otherwise it'll be really bad 🥴)

[chicken2potato]

I feel so stagnant in life. Like I'm just stuck. I'm not really going forward or backward. I'm just existing. And I hate it. I want to feel something again. I just want to feel happy. I'm so tired of getting hurt by people. It sucks so much. Like I just... I just want to be enough for someone in this world. I wasn't enough for my dad. I wasn't enough for my family. I wasn't enough for Rowan or John or Nate or any fucking guy ever. When will I be enough? When will someone finally stay? Is this just going to be my life? Not having anyone? Perhaps I'm meant to be alone. Perhaps I'm too broken for love. I feel like a broken record going on and on about the same thing in most every post. But I'm not sure how to get myself to feel any different. I'm not sure how to get to the point where I'm enough in myself again. I know I don't need someone to complete me and I know I can do well on my own. But to have that love that Mk and Anthony have or Hana and Andrew or Amos and Bailey... Just once I would like it to be me. Just once I'd like for someone to not lie to me. I would love for someone to want me and love me and care about me and hold me and give me forehead kisses. For once I'd love to come home to someone who wants to hear about my day and try to make me feel better. For once I'd love if they'd stay.

I've been thinking about Rowan so much the past couple of weeks. I want to reach out. I keep thinking I was too much of a bitch. But he's done that to me so many times, gone back and forth between me and someone else. I was always the second choice. But he's Rowan, and he didn't deserve that letter, either. He is kind and caring. I really think that he means well in most everything he does. People make mistakes. People fumble on their words. But he's also done it so many times, not only now but in high school, too. Perhaps I was too harsh. Perhaps not. I'm not sure. I'd love to be his friend again. I know Mk would fucking hate me for it. I just miss him so much. Does that ever go away? Do I miss him or the idea of him? I'm not sure. I miss our talks and our walks and his laugh. Oh, I miss that so much. Will I ever be able to hear it again? I think I might have an old video from high school... I should see if I can find it. I think he laughs in it. I can't believe how much we've changed since high school. Yet still remained the same. His favorite color was the same, and his laugh, and his kindness, and his little quirks and hand gestures, and his habits. He's the same yet somehow a completely different person. Perhaps so am I. I'm not sure if I'm anything like the girl from high school. She was full of hope for the world. I don't have much of that left anymore. I miss her. I miss being confident in myself. I feel like I've been stripped of my barrier between me and the outside world. I've tried to look at the best of people. But it's becoming hard with so many people letting me down. I want to believe that there is love out there. My friends have found it, why can't I? Maybe I have and I just screwed it up. Ugh. So many fucking what if's and should have's. I need to stop focusing on them. But I'm not sure how.

How does life work? Will I ever figure it out? Will I ever be truly happy again? Will I ever stop missing him?

[animeomegas]

Imagine that Sasuke is having problems with his 'future alpha', he doesn't understand some dating methods and ends up 'reluctantly' going to ask Itachi's alpha.He just blushed saying 'I can't believe I'm doing this but I need some advice'.Itachi's alpha comes home late looking happy and Itachi holding his dog asking where he's been.

Anon: I think Sasuke would only start liking Itachi's alpha after they help him stand up to a bigger, stronger, more trained betas and/or Alphas. Because I don't see him as someone who might ask for help from anyone, and his brother's alpha somehow saw them bully him and push him around, so they tell him how to one up those annoying people. (Maybe buy him ice cream or something after). This young Sasuke vs Itachi's alpha thing should be a show, because I'd sell everything I own to watch it.

(Anon 1: This is a big brain idea, anon, thank you for your service 🤭 I changed it a little, how that's okay!)

(Anon 2: I think you're absolutely right that Itachi's alpha does something big for Sasuke when he's at a low point, and it ends up changing their relationship for the better in a lot of ways. I decided not to go with bullying though, because Sasuke seemed to fit this scenario moreso. Also, ahhh, I'm so happy you're liking this mini series!!!!! I'm having so much fun writing it and it fills me with joy that other people are enjoying it just as much!!!)

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Okay, so, Sasuke has never been the most intuitive when it comes to emotions. And he’s also never been great at acknowledging or learning about culture surround a/b/o dynamics because he’s always been adamant that he doesn’t care for it or need it.

But now Sasuke is starting to think that may have been a mistake. Because things are going wrong with this whole courting situation (that Sasuke still can’t believe is happening to him.)

Things were fine! But now the alpha courting him is getting colder and not wanting to train as much, and Sasuke doesn’t know what’s changed! He’s angry and upset about it.

He’s been brooding for about a week about the whole situation, but now he’s decided to ask someone for advice.

His friends are useless. His mother just laughed and told him it would work out if it was supposed to. Shisui is on a mission. He’d rather die than ask Kakashi sensei. So, unfortunately, he had to ask his brother, even though he was sure to get some embarrassing and invasive questioning from him. The sadist.

So, he goes to see his brother.

Who isn’t there.

His brother’s alpha tells him that Itachi is out with their pup all day running errands and taking him for his bi yearly check-ups. But Sasuke needs to know what’s going wrong and how to fix this now! He doesn't have time to wait for Itachi to be done with his stupid errands!

His brother’s alpha notices how tense he is and asks if he would like to stay for some tea, and Sasuke accepts before he thinks about what he's doing. Their relationship is much better nowadays but Sasuke can’t help but feel a little awkward around them still.

…

“Here,” they say, sliding two teacups onto the table. “You like green tea, right? It’s the only type we have in, you know what Itachi’s like with tea.”

“Green tea is fine,” Sasuke says politely if a little stiff.

His brother’s alpha sits down at the other side of the couch with their own tea, and the two sit in silence for a bit, each sipping their own tea

“Sasuke,” they say, shooting him a concerned look. “If you need me to go and get Itachi, I can. You don’t look well, he���ll come back in an instant if you ask him to.”

“No,” Sasuke answers quickly. “It’s fine… I…”

Here goes nothing.

“I’m just having a bit of trouble at the moments, is all, and…”

Itachi’s alpha nods, obviously listening intently with a look of concern on his face that is making this both harder and easier for Sasuke at the same time.

“Go on, Sasuke, I’m listening.”

“I’m sure Itachi told you about my… my er situation,” Sasuke starts, wishing he could punch himself in the face for phrasing it like that.

“That someone’s courting you?” they ask gently.

Sasuke only nods, face burning. He can’t count the number of times he’s told Itachi’s alpha to their face that he’d rather die than enter a courtship. This is so awkward, why is he doing this?

“Did they do something to make you uncomfortable, Sasuke?” they ask immediately after seeing his hesitance. “Because if they did, we can sort it out together okay? It’s not your fault.”

“No!” Sasuke immediately protests far louder than he intended too. “They didn’t… They didn’t do anything, I just… I think I did something wrong…”

Sasuke pretends to drink his tea to avoid having to elaborate any more, despite the fact that it’s still too hot.

“What did you do that was wrong?” they ask, voice still quiet and soothing and Sasuke hates how comforting he finds it. Like it or not, his instincts had branded Itachi’s alpha as ‘safe’ many years ago.

“I don’t know,” Sasuke admits, fiddling with the rim of his cup. “They seemed sad one day and I just thought they had a bad day or something, but now they’re… cold.”

“They aren’t behaving how they were behaving before?”

Sasuke shakes his head.

“Is it possible they have an issue at home or with some of their friends? It might be something in their personal life that's upsetting them.”

Sasuke shakes his head again.

“They seem fine when they’re with everyone else…” he admits. “It’s just me.”

Sasuke forces back the burn of tears he can feel behind his eyes. He will not cry. He won’t do it.

His brother’s alpha hums sadly.

“And you want to figure out what happened?” Sasuke nods. “Okay, why don’t you walk me through what happened on the days leading up to the mood change.”

And so Sasuke does.

He tells them all about how they would meet for training every day and Sasuke would bring two bento boxes for lunch, and then they would sometimes go shopping or go out to eat. Things he hasn’t told anyone about yet. And as he's talking, he really can't see what the problem is, everything seems fine! But maybe Itachi’s alpha might know some alpha thing that he doesn't. Sasuke can easily admit that it’s not his forte.

“I see,” Itachi’s alpha says after Sasuke had finished his story. Sasuke’s tea sits cold on the table next to his brother’s mate’s empty cup. “I think I know what happened.”

Sasuke looks up immediately. No way they’ve already figured it out that easily!

“They thought you were rejecting them,” Itachi’s alpha says simply.

“Wha- But…we spent everyday together! How could that be a rejection?!”

“When an alpha is courting an omega,” they start to explain. “They’re trying as hard as they can to prove to that omega that they can be a good mate.”

“I know that,” Sasuke snaps.

“Listen to me for a second, Sasuke," they softly reprimand. "So, when an alpha, particularly a younger one, is courting an omega, they are very sensitive to rejection, they look for it everywhere.”

“Why?” Sasuke asks, dumbfounded.

“Well, when I was courting your brother, we weren’t that much older than you are now, and I remember thinking that he was the most perfect person in the whole world,” their eyes take on a faraway look as they reminisce. “I was so sure that he must have had hundreds of alphas clawing for his attention every day, and so I was desperate to prove to him that I could be a good mate.

“With every gift, on every date, I would watch his reaction to everything, overanalysing every laugh and smile and frown. I loved him so much, but I couldn’t help but think that he would reject me at any moment. He was too good for me, and I knew that. It always felt like he was humouring me, especially at first.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Yeah,” they laugh, unoffended by Sasuke’s harsh tone. “Looking back, I guess it was, but what I’m trying to tell you, is that I can see how some of your actions could have been taken as rejection by a young alpha who was expecting to be rejected.”

“But…” Sasuke says, looking lost. “I didn’t want to reject them, I don’t understand.”

“Here,” they continue patiently. “Let me explain it to you like this. When you went out to eat, you paid for yourself even though they offered, right? Because you didn't want to burden them?"

“Yeah,” Sasuke trails off, unsure what that has to do with anything.

“But to a young, hormonal alpha, you’re basically telling them that you don’t trust them to provide for you, the one thing they are trying most to convince you."

“But I wasn’t-“ Sasuke protests.

“I know you weren’t,” they reassure him. “But that’s the sort of thing that will run through an alpha’s head at that age when courting. Also, you told them you wanted to train with them because you thought they were strong because you wanted to compliment them, right?”

Sasuke blushes but nods.

“And that’s great to start with, but eventually they would probably start to wonder why you wouldn’t want to train just to spend time with them. And you also told them that you had plenty of leftovers to make their lunch with so that they wouldn’t feel like they were burdening you, right? But that just made them feel like you weren’t going out of your way to do something special for them, even though you were. Do you see what I mean now?”

Sasuke blinks, rapidly trying to wrap his head around all this new information.

“And I also have a guess as to what pushed them over the edge into thinking you were rejecting them.”

“What is it?” Sasuke demands. “Tell me.”

“Did they make that scarf for you by hand, Sasuke?”

“Yes,” says Sasuke hesitantly.

“And they scented it?”

Sasuke nods affirmative.

“Did you give anything back?”

“I… Just said thank you… is that not right?”

Itachi’s alpha shakes their head with a patient smile.

“A handmade and scented gift is the most important and meaningful courting gift that there is, Sasuke,” they explain. “It’s what you give to someone to ask them if they want to move from courting to something more serious, to intended mates.”

Sasuke blushes and feels some panic rising in his chest.

“I didn’t know!” he blurts, feeling the need to explain himself.

“I know,” they rush to reassure him. “But the etiquette dictates that the omega, if they wish to move onto that stage, gives the alpha a handmade and scented gift in return, no later than a week after the original gift was given. They must have been very nervous waiting for you, and very upset when you didn’t even let them down softly.”

“It’s been two weeks,” Sasuke whispers, mortified that he had missed something he should have known. This makes so much sense. The sudden depression, the awkwardness at training, the nerves after they had given him the scarf. He’s such an idiot. Against his will, Sasuke starts to feel tears burning at his eyes again. He messed everything up!

“Oh, Sasuke,” they say, scooting closer to him. They hesitantly lay a hand on his leg, and Sasuke makes no move to push them off. “It’s alright, you can fix it.”

“How?” he sniffs, furiously wiping away any tears that manage to escape. “They probably hate me now.”

“Come here,” they say, pulling him into a hug. And for the first time ever, Sasuke accepts a hug from his brother’s alpha.

“It’s alright,” they soothe. “We can fix this, I’ll help you.”

“What can I do?” he questions, feeling miserable.

“You need to make them something and scent it. Then you can explain what happened afterwards, but the gift should go a long way in smoothing over any ruffled feathers. I can help you make something, what do you want to make?”

Sasuke shrugs, still resting his head on his brother’s alpha’s shoulder.

“How about some cupcakes? Itachi and I were planning on doing some baking with the pup tomorrow, so I have all the supplies. And I’m sure we have some ribbon lying around, you can scent the ribbon and use it to tie up the box, how does that sound?”

“But what will you use tomorrow?” Sasuke asks, feeling a little better, but still red in the face.

“I can buy more, Sasuke, don’t worry, but this is a courting emergency, so we have to do it now, okay?”

“Okay.”

…

Itachi comes back from his errands just in time to watch his mate helping his little brother tie a ribbon around a box of cupcakes. The kitchen is covered in baking supplies and empty bowls of batter.

Did they bake cupcakes together?

Itachi can’t believe it. He had been trying to get them to get along better for years.

When Sasuke sees him standing in the door, he blushes and, holding the box of cupcakes to his chest, pushes past him and out the door with a quick nothing more than a quick and murmured greeting.

His pup wiggles in his arms and demands to be put down. He obliges and they immediately run to his alpha for a hug.

“Hey there, buddy, have a good day?”

“It was boring,” they complain. “And the mednin had cold fingers.”

Itachi’s alpha laughs.

“Well, I know something that might make you feel better,” they tease.

“What?! What?!”

“Uncle Sasuke made you something very special,” they say, bringing down a spare cupcake from on top of the counter, iced in his pup's favourite colour. The way his pup’s eyes widen at the sight of it, makes Itachi smile. “You can have it after dinner, okay, and next time we see uncle Sasuke we have to remember to say thank you.”

Itachi watches in amusement as his pup nods furiously and immediately runs off to go wash up for dinner, despite the fact that Itachi hasn’t even started cooking it yet.

“Did you and Sasuke bake together?” Itachi asks, still unbelieving of what he had seen.

You smile, understanding how crazy that must have been for Itachi to walk in on.

“Yes, we… had a little bonding session,” they say. “I’ll tell you about it later, I promise.”

Itachi accepts the answer despite his curiosity and joins his alpha is cleaning the kitchen so that he can start cooking dinner.

And if both of them were smiling too much, well, neither of them brought it up.

[staygolddindjarin]

Grief

Chapter two: Rebellion

Din Djarin x Reader x Cassian Andor

Series Summary: Raised on Mandalore, born into a bloodline of warriors, no one ever expected for the daughter of a Clan leader to go rogue. Leaving the life of security and making the journey to fight in the war against the empire meant many things... giving up the way of the Mandalore, and giving up a solid future. A future that involves an arranged marriage to a foundling from another clan.

Chapter warnings: some brief angst, this ones pretty mellow ngl

Words: 3.3k

A/n: i was not expecting such a good response from the first chapter but bruh you guys are amazing- anyway here's part two of my brain's misery

Part 2/?

The trip from Mandalore to the planet of Dantooine was long, and still ongoing. We all took turns, watching to see if we were any closer. After each jump from hyperspace, the transport would stop at a space refueling tank, before slowly going onward toward the destination. We must have been traveling several systems across the galaxy. We had a few laughs, mainly while watching Gander try and steal Shyloh's food from his knapsack while he was sleeping. Most of the other time we all just sat in silence, up until this point.

"What do you think we're all going to do once we get to the rebel base?" Merc raised his voice slightly, barely capturing our attentions as we had all been dozing off, and Shyloh was taking watch at the view point.

"What do you mean?" I had asked, not quite sure of what he was getting at. I sat up straighter against the wall, showing my interest in the newfound conversation.

"What branch do you think you'll end up in?" He was in a daze as he spoke, almost unsure of his intentions of bringing it up. His dark eyes were nearly emotionless under his furrowed brow.

"I hadn't really thought about it. I would say maybe something like mechanics," I said, thinking of the best possible use of my talents. I'm sure there's plenty of mechanical help already assisting the rebels, but with the galactic empire growing it's forces by the day, they needed all the help they could get.

"What about flying?" Shyloh perked up from his seat at the window.

"What about it?" I asked, curious as to why he suddenly thought of the new topic.

"You could do it of you wanted to. Be a pilot, I mean. You have the skills," He told me, but I scoffed. He wasn't in any way shape or form was making an ounce of sense at all.

"Speeder control races are a bit different from piloting fighters against the imperial troops don't you think?" I laughed at the idea, but he rolled his eyes, persistent with his opinion.

"It's less different than you think it is. Also mind you, I never saw you lose a race," He objected, but I wasn't having any of it.

"That's because when I raced, my own credits were on the line," I joked, seeing what he would try and come up with next, only to be met with a cold hard stare, before an answer that would shake me to my core.

"Well, now the freedom of the galaxy is on the line."

My smile dropped from my face and I turned to face the other two, who were looking back at me. They didn't expect that answer either. Shyloh was well known to be a boy of few words, and only really spoke to his friends and family. He was a founding just like the rest of them, but he had been with ths clan longer, due to having been saved from a war infested home as a baby.

He could sometimes be very wise, even if he didn't think he was being so. We weren't sure what it was, but he had this sort of presense that was so powerful. We knew when he would walk in a room, or walk out of it. It's like the air would change. Much like it changed now, with his words rendering us all speechless.

The silence was uncomfortable, and I was the one who left it unresloved, so I spoke up in favor of my crewmates to not keep quiet any longer.

"Perhaps I shall see where I am needed first."

"Perhaps you shouldn't be so afraid to explore an option you would excel in," He again rendered me speechless, and I did not have anything else to say this time. I was young, but my mind was not. I could comprehend thoughts the same way that an adult could. I could handle things just as well and if not better than some, too. He was right. I was simply afraid.

"I think we're finally here," Shyloh said, turning back to look out of the view port again.

"Its about time," Gander stood up, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder and standing at the transport door waiting for it to slide up.

We all followed suit, but Shyloh stopped us and held up a warning finger to stay still.

"There's manding droids, we gotta sneak off carefully. They don't look like bulk but they could be armed," He suggested. We were not yet at the rebel base, meaning these were probably droids of the land, and belonged to whoever oversees the exports on this planet.

When the panel opened, we were all careful to first peek out of the transport. This planet was nothing at all like Mandalore, which was dry and hot. This planet was lush with plants. And the air was slightly humid. It was a very welcome contrast from where I spent most of my life.

We all sneakily bolted out of the transport, ducking down behind one of the cargo units placed outside. We saw an opening in what looked like some sort of forrest patch.

There was a chill in the air on this planet, even in the middle of the day. Mandalore only ever got colder at night, when the sun was down and the moons were shining.

"That was close." Merc mumbled as we began to turn around and head into the grasslands, trying to find the rebel base.

We made sure no one was behind us, and were careful to check if any droids had caught sight of us.

We all went to turn around, but as soon as I did, I collided with someone's chest, rather hard might I add, sending me to the ground on my bottom. I didn't even collide that hard with the person, it was just the shock that sent me backwards.

"Need a hand?" I looked up to see a man, a sly smirk on his face as he held his hand out towards me. I took it without question, heaving myself up from the grassy, and somewhat muddy ground beneath me.

"You must be our contact," Merc smiled, and the man nodded, turning and begining to lead us to a speader that was hovering nearby behind a large set of trees.

"We must be careful not to use names outside of the base. I would be more than happy to formally introduce myself once we reach our final destination," He chuckled. It was only now that I realized he had an accent, a thick one. Probably left over from his native tongue that spilled out his mouth when he spoke galactic basic.

I know that sometimes my accent slips in when i speak. I never had to worry about using Mando'a around my fellow crewmates. They were foundlings, and hadn't been raised to speak it. Shyloh was, but he prefered to use galactic basic anyways because he had forgotten so much of it.

We all boarded the speader, Gander and I sitting on the back, our legs hanging off as we held onto the side bars.

"This might be a bumpy ride for you two," The man said, looking at both of us before giving me a wink. I scrunched my face up, not sure how else to react to it. The man was definitely on the younger side, but I wasn't sure how he could possibly see an interest in me.

Maybe he did and I just didn't want him to. Maybe I was still hinged to the idea that I would go back to Mandalore someday and marry my betrothed. I was so young, and hadn't the slightest idea of what feelings I could possibly be harboring, if any at all.

I couldn't deny I found him appealing. Anyone would, at least any human with eyes that is.

His hair was dark, and so were his eyes. He had a bit of stubble along his jaw and above his lip. He was somewhat scruffy looking, but in a good way.

As the speeder went through the forresty stretch of pathway, I kept turning around to catch a glimpse of him. Each time I did I had to look away fast because Gander would give me weird stares.

I would play it off like I was simply taking in the view of the green planet around me, and he wouldn't seem to notice.

After a while, with quite a few twists and turns, and Gander and I nearly falling off the speeder twice, we arrived to our destination.

We all hopped out of the transport, following the man into a giant cargo port. As soon as I looked to my left I could see an X-wing fighter in all it's glory. I had never seen a real one before, just heard stories and viewed holograms.

"Alright. We have about twelve other recruits arriving on this base today, so you will all be attending orientation this evening. As for right now, you look beat, and should rest. PX-74 will assign you to your bunks," He said, gesturing to the droid before beginning to walk away with a nod, but I stopped him before he could take a step.

"Wait a minute... I believe I recall something about a formal introduction," I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight, trying to give off the look of having as much confidence as I could muster. I was putting on a facade, possibly to make me seem more mature. I didn't know the real reason.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he scanned me up and down with his dark eyes.

"Cassian Andor," He smiled, then looking right back at me with questioning eyes. "And how about you... you got a name?"

"Y/n from clan Maldrix," I said, my confidence wavering a little when he looked at me the way that he did.

"She's a Mandalorian," Shyloh perked up, and I sent him a warning glare.

"Yeah, sixth generation," Merc added, his cocky smile pasted on his face for all to see and be annoyed by.

"A mandalorian? I've heard the stories but I haven't ever met one. Are you-?"

"I'm not," I cut him off before this got twisted into one big lie. "My mother and father are."

"Doesn't that make you one too?" Cassian furrowed his brow but his tone was somewhat joking and humorous.

"No, it does not," I wasn't harsh with the way my voice came out, but I was firm. Though I wasn't one of them, the mandalorians and all they stood for were very important to me.

"Mandalorian is not a race, it's a creed. Some of the best Mandalorians I ever had the pleasure of knowing didn't even have a bloodline from Mandalore. They were foundlings, like these three," I explained, laying out the facts so that there was no longer any confusion lingering, but now there was a tension that was thicker than the trees on this planet.

"Even still, she can fight just as good as any soldier taken the creed," Merc jumped in, trying to clear the air, and thankfully, it seemed to be working.

"She flies even better," Shyloh mentioned, and I swore I could kill him. He was just so pushy sometimes, even with his massive sense of wisdom.

"You fly?" This peaked Andor's interest, and immediately he seemed more engaged towards me.

"I'm not as good as they say I am," I admitted, but he shook his head.

"No, really... if you can fly we could really use you. We're putting together a team for an air raid that's set to happen about one month's time from now," He came up closer to me and stared me in the eye.

"I'm just a kid, I might really let you down," I joked, trying not to get too caught up in his eye contact. His eyes were much darker when you could see them closely.

"I tell you what, I can arrange for you to have time in the flight simulator after orientation. If we feel you would be an asset, we can add you to the strike team," He said, nodding along to his words. I understood that they might need backup, and if push came to shove, I could maneuver faster than any pilot back on Mandalore. I never lost a race, nor did I ever lose a bet.

"Okay."

I could tell I was blushing from the extra attention I was receiving. I wasn't so sure what about me was so enticing that I deserved it.

"I have to go now to pick up the other recruits from a drop station. I leave you in the capable hands of PX-74," He said, returning to his speeder and letting us be lead off into the base.

"There are only so many open bunks left. Two of you will share one, and the other two will be placed with bunk mates." The metalized voice of the PX unit was strong in our ears, and we all followed after him as we ventured into the long hallway at the end of the cargo port.

The droid stopped at a door about midway through the hall and opened it using the side panel on the wall, revealing a young man that seemed almost younger than me even.

"One of you will be staying here. Which will it be?" The droid asked, turning towards our small group.

"I'll take this one," Shyloh said, stepping forward into the bunk to meet his new roomate.

The boy looked a bit frightened at first, but because of Shyloh's powerful yet calming energy, he seemed to relax almost immediately.

He turned and smiled back at us, waving before the IG unit closed the door and kept us going.

He walked us down passed several more doors, maybe more than twenty, before he stopped at another one and opened it up.

Inside sat a young woman, her legs crossed as she sharpened a knife with a smirk on her face. She looked up and made eye contact with me first.

"I wondered how long it would be before they got someone else in here." Her voice was somewhat low and raspy, but it was kind of soothing in a way.

"One of you-" the IG unit began again, but I stopped him, stepping into the bunk with the girl inside.

"I'll take this one." I smiled at the two boys left before the door closed on my new bunk.

I moved to set my knapsack down on the bottom bunk, but my roomate stopped me.

"Bottom one's mine." She said, looking up from her sharpened knife again to inform me of the sleeping arrangements.

I instead threw my knapsack on the top bunk, trying to climb up into it, but failing miserably.

"You need a hand?" She chuckled, watching my lame attempts to swing my leg up high enough. The fact that there was no ladder should have tipped me off.

"I'll be okay, thanks," I laughed, keeping my attitude loose and positive, though this bunk bed was already causing unnecessary problems for me.

"If you say so," She chuckled again, seeing as I finally managed to haul myself up and onto the bed.

"First try," I joked, and she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. I think that we would be getting along, because no one ever laughed at my lame sense of humor.

I laid back, resting my arms behind my head and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"So, where are you from?" She piped up, not taking her eyes away from her previous knife. That thing must mean a lot to her.

"Mandalore," I let out, trying to get comfortable on this lumpy pad that was under my head.

"Actually?" She seemed surprised. Everyone had heard of the planet that the mandalorian tribes had resided upon, and usually they understood what kind of people the place would breed.

"Yeah. Left just in time. Tomorrow's my birthday," I shut my eyes continuing our converastion with one less sense. It didn't matter, though. I was still fully awake.

"What would you have had to do?" She pondered curiously, finally looking up towards the bunk in interest.

"Well, to put it short... tomorrow I would have had to swear my freedom away. No living being would ever be able to see my face again till the day I died," I laid it out plain and simple, and she seemed to understand.

"How old are you?" She asked, her trail of questions getting longer and longer.

"Sixteen tomorrow," I answered, feeling a bit more tired now that my eyes had been closed, and the lights in the bunk rooms were dim.

"You're just a baby," She scoffed. "How could they possibly expect you to make that choice so young?"

"It's just the way it's always been there. This is the way," I remembered. Those words used to be said to me nearly ten times a day, and now they only rung in my mind as a memory.

"That's insane. The people on your planet must be crazy to take an oath like that," She muttered.

"You would think so... the strangest part about it is that there are kids brought back as foundlings that take the creed without hesitation. They don't even belong to a bloodline, they just feel as though they have right to the creed as much as anyone else," I silently remembered Din for a moment. He was the bravest, strongest, most loyal Mandalorian I'd ever known. A foundling.

I began to get bitter at the thought of leaving him. He could have made things better for me if I had just given him a chance. I had to let my head get in the way. I needed to think about something else.

"What about you, huh? Where you from?" I asked, changing the subject as quickly and painlessly as possible.

"Alderaan. Born and raised," She said, getting up from the floor and dropping herself on the bottom bunk.

"You been a lot of places since then?" I asked, but she first let out a heavy sigh before speaking.

"Only too many to count," She said, settling herself on the bunk like I had done.

"Must be nice..." I muttered. Finally able to relax on this pathetic excuse for a bed pad. Of course I couldn't complain. I'm the one who chose the life of the rebellion, including their miserable bedding. "I've never been anywhere outside my home planet until now. I haven't even seen the entirety of my own planet."

"Most new comers are the same. They haven't been anywhere else, then they come here and its like we're moving non stop. Base to base, on just about every planet in this galaxy," She reassured. At least now I didn't feel so out of place.

"How long have you been stationed here?" I asked, unsure of how long I would get to adjust to things.

"A few months. It's likely we'll have to leave soon. There's rumors of the imperials knowing our location," She answered, rolling her eyes, thought I couldn't see from the top bunk.

"You're kidding," I scoffed. After just getting here, I might have to up and leave again. I'll have to learn to accept this new life, it's what I wanted.

"I wish I was, kid," She added.

"I have a name," I retorted back, not a fan of the nickname 'kid'. I waited for her to ask me what it was, but when she stayed silent I sighed. "It's Y/n."

"I'll call you what you are... now get some rest, they'll come pounding on that door in a few hours for orientation," She said, as though she somehow had grown to a habit of mothering me only five minutes after we met. I dropped the conversation and drifted off to sleep, my eyes were too heavy to keep open anymore anyway.

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A/n: okay so like i wrote this a while before everything with gina carano happened and i do not in any way condone her whatsoever so let's pretend she's been recast already...

[zegumi]

Ushijima Wakatoshi SFW alphabet

alphabet template here

fluff I sfw I gn reader I hcs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

at first he's quite hesitant on showing affection, wondering if you're comfortable with him being that close to you. he starts off easy: holding hands, letting you rest on him... etc.

once he feels more comfortable with you, he starts placing his head in your lap and giving you little kisses here and there

his favourite forms of affection are: forehead/cheek kisses, back hugs, holding pinkies, and resting his head on your shoulder

when you’re not around he shows affection by talking to you to his closer teammates but subtly, he brings up your name once in a while and a teammate will tease "ooo somebody's in looove" and he starts blushing profusely, asking if they can go back to practice, but the thought of you never leaves

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

being best friends with ushijima seems very rare, he's pretty selective with letting people close enough to earn that title

with you it was unexpected, you weren't afraid or cautious of his stoic upfront. you sat next to him in class and tried to make conversation with him, making sure to include him in conversations and asking how he's doing once in a while. he lets his guard down a little and you guys get even closer, he even invites you over to help with some schoolwork and suddenly you guys are spending more time together outside of school

he's kind of hesitant to call you a best friend, but when he sees that you’re okay calling him yours, he adopts the same title

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

yes yes yes and yes

he is always behind you, resting your head on top of his. if not he'll be facing upwards, lying on his back, your head will be resting on his shoulder and he'll have his arm wrapped around your waist.

he's definitely 99% always the big spoon

but on the rare occasion he wants to be the little spoon, he has both his arms wrapped around your waist, with his head on your chest, your hand running through his hair while your legs are intertwined absolute bliss

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

hell yeah

he's a sucker for the domestic life, waking up with you in your sub-urban house, a train ride away from the city. making cakes with you in your green painted kitchen which took you way longer than it needed to bc you kept messing around

he can cook, oh my, he buys some cookbooks and you guys spend some time with each other

I feel like he wants kids, some mini him and you running around, if not he'll adopt some

him teaching his kids to play volleyball in the backyard, him brushing their teeth and reading them bedtime stories and them giving them a little kiss goodnight cuteness overload

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

definitely depends on the reason why you're breaking up, but in this scenario, let's say he hasn't been home enough and you guys feel like you're not with each other enough pain

he really dreads having to break up with you, but he knows you deserve more than someone who is barely home. he's not harsh about it, he sits you down at a time when you guys are both free and explains why, "maybe the time isn't right, right now"

even though he broke it off, he still thinks about it quite a lot, he really hopes that you guys will find your way back to each other one day even if he knows that it won't be possible bc right now you're happier with someone else :( i love angst

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

his volleyball career kinda gets in the way of him wanting to commit to you, but he wants to show you that you mean the world to him, so i think he proposes in his mid-late twenties

his proposal isn't really that over the top, but he takes you out first for a fancy dinner with the excuse 'can't i treat you once in a while'. it's quite dark outside and you guys are looking over the city, you turn around to ask him something and you see him down one knee lovely

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he is very gentle... probably bc of his strict upbringing, but he makes sure not to hurt you in any way

he becomes so much more gentle with his words, careful of saying the wrong words because he can't stand the thought of losing you

physically, he tries to make sure not to accidentally knock into you bc this man is so big and if you get ill ushijima is doing anything in his power to get you better, he tries not to get sick in the process, but having you care for him doesn't seem like the worst idea

emotionally, he tries to support you, but he's not the greatest at dealing with emotions, but when supporting you he tries comforting you rather than trying to solve your problems

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

at the beginning of the relationship, i think his hugs are kind of stiff-ish, but once you guys get more comfortable he goes all in

he's such a good hugger. he doesn't do half-hugs, it's all of it or nothing, he engulfs you with his strong arms a little bit too tight but who needs air

if he feels extra clingy back hugs. he loves the feeling of having your figure pressing against his, sometimes his hands grip onto your waist and he'll sway you back and forth while humming to his favourite song

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

as I've mentioned before, you're the first one to say ily in the relationship, but he says it back straight after

i like to think this happens about 5/6 months into the relationship, just when you guys start getting really comfortable around each other

as for using the L-word, he doesn't really say it that often, he believes when something is overused it isn't as special. he only uses it when it needs to be said

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he doesn't really get jealous easily bc he's kind of oblivious or chooses not to pay attention to it

but when he catches on to whatever's going on, his eyebrows furrow and he'll just give the stare, he'll come near you and put an arm around your waist and slyly try to join the conversation

he knows what he's doing and so does everyone else

the person you're talking to gets a bit intimidated and tries to end the conversation as quickly as possible

you'll try to tease him for his jealously and he'd just change the subject and starts blushing a little, if you try to bring it up later he'd be like 'huh what was that sorry i don't remember'

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I'm not good with this type of stuff ahh

he's actually pretty good at kissing. he likes soft kisses and little pecks on the shoulder and forehead.

when he's rough or needy, he gets really handsy like hands cupping your cheeks, in your hair, hands pulling your waist in - just very intimate

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

lazy mornings bc who likes being productive all the time

he likes sleeping in on days he has nothing to do, so he’ll be behind you hugging your waist and his head resting on your back, you try to stand up so you can get breakfast done but he pulls you back and says 'come on, just a little more', you know that means another hour but you still get sucked back into his warm embrace

you end up falling asleep and wake up with noises coming from the kitchen. you walk in on him wearing just an apron and his pajama pants, dancing to the radio while making pancakes for breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

again lazy evening edition bc why not

he comes home early that day, brings home your favourite snacks and asks if you want to watch a movie with him

he grabs a few blankets from your room and you guys decide to watch 13 going on 30 one of my comfort movies

halfway through the movie, he places his head on your laps asking for you to play with his hair, he lies down and you throw some popcorn and skittles in his mouth every few minutes, you tried pouring water but he started choking and spat water all over your shirt

it gets pretty late and cold so he changes you into his hoodie and carries you over to the bedroom. you guys fall asleep to the hums of the city below

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he's a very reserved person, and i think it's just the way he was raised, talking about feelings wasn't normal in his home growing up

i think with you it takes him some time to open up, he reveals a few things about him and his childhood here and there but nothing major

he doesn't talk about how he feels enough, so it kinda relies on you being able to notice a change in his behaviour which might I say seems extremely hard

i think if you start being more open to him, then he follows on

he gets more comfortable with his emotions around you first and then starts being more open to his team - just give him some time he gets there

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

oh he's so patient, so patient

it takes a LOT to anger him, i don't think you ever have or ever will see this man angry, tbh i don't think you would want to

if you ever lash out at him, he'd sit down and understand where you're coming from, he'd try to calm you down and give you a second to let it all out

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything, literally everything

you mentioned that you liked mangos yesterday, and boom you've got a lifetime supply in your kitchen /s

he keeps a little note in his notes app just making sure he doesn't forget anything, he has your favourite orders, skin/hair care products you use, and little stuff like your favourite show in there

he does this bc he loves how your eyes beam after realising he remembers the little details

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

this one hc is why this took so long, so I decided not to do bc my brain isn’t responding

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

ushijima isn't the overprotective type although he is protective

he doesn't care what you wear or how you present yourself, as long as you’re comfortable, you will have his full support

if he sees someone making you uncomfortable, he is always quick to jump in and say "you're making them uncomfortable can you please excuse yourself". if he sees a situation is making you feel uneasy he will take you and leave, to calm you down or to clear your mind, which ever one is the best choice in that moment

he doesn't feel the need to be protected, he believes that hes strong enough for the both of you sometimes he needs a little help so pls do step in

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

such a big try hard, he puts so much effort into dates, anniversaries, and even mundane everyday activities.

even far into your relationship he still pulls up at your door with a suit and a flower bouquet which he seems to never forget

he always wants everything to be perfect so you'll never forget

he enjoys surprising you with little gifts to remind you that he still cares. he seems like the type to buy you a promise ring, and oh my is it beautiful

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

this is hard bc in my eyes this man can't do any wrong, but its probably how he can't express his emotions very well

everyone gets in a bad mood once in a while, but for ushijima its different, the stress of volleyball gets to him and he just ends up shutting everyone out, including you. he was never taught how to properly talk abt how he feels so he just holds it in with never intending to let it out

if you try to ask him whats wrong then he just grunts and shrugs it off

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he isn’t insecure for how he looks physically, he works out and maintains a healthy lifestyle, and he was blessed with that beautiful face of his *chefs' kiss

he's always hygienic (bare minimum), he cuts his hair regularly, keeps his hands nice and clean, with his nails well-trimmed

he likes to keep his appearance up and always looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine but so effortlessly

bonus: he smells so good, he wears expensive cologne and zooweemama its so tasty, you'll hug him and never want to let go just because

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

he wouldn't necessarily feel incomplete with out you, he'd feel a bit empty

he forgets how much he misses you when he goes abroad for matches and he can't see you for a week straight. he makes sure to send videos and voice notes rather than texts so you can send some back. he video calls everyday, no matter the time difference just so he can see you in real time

if you guys take a break in the relationship, he finds his self drifting back into his stoic shell. he tries his best not to bc he knows how much he loves the person you've helped him become

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

doesn't know how to flirt hehe

he tries to use a smooth pick up line once in a while but they all end up with him in a flustered mess before he can even finish a sentence, i think we should leave the flirting to you

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

liars/dishonest people

he can't stand it when somebody lies to him, its agitating when someone he cares for feels the need to lie to him, it makes him feel like they don't trust him enough

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he's a quite a light sleeper and wakes up pretty easily. he also looks dead when he sleeps, for example most days he sleeps pretty early bc he's worn out and you come into the bedroom and see him lying down on his back, his chest isn't even moving like it should be, but you'll get into bed with him and his first instinct is to wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss

i think he sleep talks, omg just imagine ushijima whispering about the weirdest things in his dreams. you recorded him once and showed him when he woke up and he got a bit embarrassed and started laughing

here's the hcs for mornings with ushi

this took me so long omg >o< I really hope I portrayed his character well bc he’s such a lovely person

make sure to take care of yourselves :)

reblogs are very much appreciated <3

requests are open

[tolkien-feels]

You mentioned Maglor in your Angband post. Care to share how *that* relationship changes?

Yeah, sure. For future reference, the post mentioned is this one.

Under a cut for length and because this might be upsetting for some people. I'm... not sure what warning I should make for this one tbh but be careful if post-Angband themes tend to be an issue for you.

Maglor and Maedhros actually become closer. They were always close, but after Angband, they develop a unique sort of bond.

You see, the key thing is that Maglor is capable of drawing from both his great compassion and from his nerves of steel, so he's incredibly adaptable. He might retreat into another room shaking later, but while Maedhros needs him, he's there, unfazed no matter what's thrown his way, whether that's fear, rage, pain, frustration, despondency or even repeated attempts to push Maglor away. He doesn't always react in the most ideal ways but running away is the one reaction he never has. There is no darkness Maedhros can bring him into that he won't willingly face with him.

This in turn gives Maedhros a break from trying to micromanage his own behavior into what he believes is most acceptable - it's not an easy or quick process by any means, but Maedhros becomes increasingly confident that he can just... be himself and let Maglor adjust. The long term result of that is that Maedhros comes to strongly associate Maglor with safety, with the certainty that distress will be met with help, and that neither showing vulnerability nor lashing out are dangerous things to do. Not that Maedhros doesn't fight to stay in control and never need any help, because he absolutely does fight very very very hard, but he learns to tolerate taking risks with Maglor in a way he never really learns to do with anyone, except maybe Fingon.

On the other hand, Maedhros correctly assesses that Maglor's guilt is eating him alive, and does all that he can to ease that, from gentle reassurances to harsh truths Maglor really needs to hear. Of course, Maglor is deeply uncomfortable with that (he should be doing the comforting, what's wrong with him that he's relying on his traumatized brother!!!) but at the same time, Maglor can see that Maedhros is aggressively latching on to this not just out of concern (though it's mostly that) but also because playing the big brother role he's so used to helps him feel like himself. Plus, having been powerless for so long, Maedhros genuinely enjoys every small chance he has of making a difference, and it's hard to miss how eager Maglor is to have someone validate his choices even as he fights tooth and nail against it.

If I were to dig deeper into that, I would say that Maglor has drawn in his head a moral equivalence between his forced inaction and Morgoth's actions, and he fully believes he should be made to suffer twice as much as Maedhros - he doesn't want to feel less guilty or to be forgiven, because emotional anguish is the least he deserves. Maedhros, who knows a thing or two about clinging to thoroughly unhelpful thoughts to rationalize senseless cruelty, absolutely refuses to let Maglor play that game, and he's surprisingly forceful about it.

Anyhow! At the end of the day, the tl;dr is that they have each other's backs. This goes on beyond the aftermath of Angband and continues all the way to Maedhros's eventual death. The way I see it, as soon as it's feasible, they settle into a dynamic where they share responsibilities, which Maglor enjoys because it enables him to stop carrying the world on his shoulders unaided, and Maedhros enjoys because it gives him as much agency as he can take without getting overwhelmed (and leaves some room for bad days even after he considers himself recovered.)

Now, I don't mean to imply that this is all smooth sailing. Recovery is hard and they make plenty of mistakes, and it's not generally a good idea to take two traumatized people and make them each other's main source of emotional support, but given that they're in an impossible situation, they actually far exceed what'd be reasonable to expect from them. Though I have to say this also has the side effect of increasing the trademarked Feanorian Codependency™️ - not even their brothers can get between them, and "us against the world" becomes like 80% of their identity. Oh and for people who are rarely actually in the same place, they're sure capable of bizarre amounts of separation anxiety as soon as they're in the same location. If they ever feel like they're being kept away from each other they start cutting off heads, is basically what I'm picturing.

[regrettablewritings]

Hi!😁 I'll give you another ship with my dear Lucifer morningstar from Lucifer cuz as it turns out I'm a hoe for a lot of characters but what can ya do? Thank you!

Aw hell yii, somebody's talkin' my lingo! 😎

Who the fuck put the Peeps in the microwave?: Lucifer. And no, it's not because he actually likes them or is curious about what would happen; he's seen plenty of Youtube videos enough to know exactly what happens. No . . . It's far more malicious . . . Generally speaking, you don't like the constant comparison of cats to the devil. But after getting to actually meet The Devil, you think that those believers might be on to something. Lucifer's whorey ways bleeds into his need for attention like red bleeds into white in the wash, and he's completely shameless about it. For example, if he feels like you may be focusing too much on work or, gasp, other people besides him, you run the risk of encountering a very . . . mischievous Luci. Not that he's not already a prankster, but he somehow becomes a bit more childish. Catlike in some respects. He puts your mugs up higher than what you can normally reach without having to climb on the countertop. He joins you at your kitchen table while you're reading over files for work and puts on his most angelic face, insisting he just wants to keep you company and will be as quiet as vermin in Dear Old Dad's house . . . then proceed to obnoxiously click a pen while pretending to solve a word problem, or eat cheese puffs obnoxiously loud. And then . . . the Peeps: The absolute prettyboy bastard used your microwave as a casualty of war, plopping the unplated, mutant-colored marshmallows directly on the glass and letting them go. To be fair, it technically didn't ruin anything. But at least he had your attention now -- because after fussing at him for making a mess, you were currently supervising him scrubbing not only the effected areas of the glass dish, but the rest of the microwave as well. Unfortunately, you can't say a lesson was really learned because now Luci knows that if he wants to get a rise out of you, what he needs is a bunch of candies from the bargain bin.

Who forgot to put the cat out before sex?: It's not that either of you forgot the cat was there -- it was that Lucifer wanted the bloody animal to give the both of you some privacy. And because Lucifer forgot the cat was there. He was simply too busy embracing you in a liplock and laying you down on the couch to notice the glaring eyes of the cat you had rescued from the shelter. Thankfully, you two didn't get very far before the lovingly-named Lucipurr released a meow, indicating that he had become flesh and bone in the few hours it had been since you'd last fed him. Suffice to say, after a startled Lucifer flung himself off of you and onto the floor, nearly breaking his ass on the coffee table (and the laughing fit that had induced on your end), the mood was killed. For the next fifteen minutes, that is. The next time he tried anything, Lucifer made sure that his efforts would be continued in the bedroom (but not before he did a complete check of every nook and cranny in there to make sure the furry bastard wasn't trying anything).

Who posts Vines/TikToks of the other doing embarrassing shit?: Lucifer absolutely lacks boundaries. The moment he discovered smartphones, social media, and all their potential, he was all in and recording as many videos of friends and coworkers as he could in as many awkward or unideal situations as they came. You felt bad for Dan being his constant target, but you were somewhat sure that Dan felt bad for you in a way: After all, you were dating the freaking guy and yet Lucifer had few qualms about posting a video of you, drunkenly singing karaoke in what was supposed to be a private room? Harsh.

Who breaks the most phones?: Lucifer does. He's not necessarily careless, but his part-time occupation does lead him to circumstances that tend to put his phone in danger. You, Chloe, Dan, literally everyone has told him to just leave his phone in the car if he's going to get it broken that often while on the job, but the dumbass never learns. Not that he really seems to care all that much: With his wealth, he can always buy a new one. Though, the only times he gets frustrated is when photos or videos don't quite make it to the transfer and things get lost along the way. Funny photos, suggestive videos, photos and videos of you . . . Photos and videos of you being funny or suggestive . . . Downright pornographic videos he had recorded of you -- Though don't worry: He's sure you'll be more than happy to help recreate the latter. He'd gladly help you . . .

Who dies first?: It should go without saying. It really should. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. Lucifer was always one to get caught up in his indulgences, after all: Somewhere along the way, he must've gotten too swept up in the thrill, the feeling of adoration. He tells himself this but it's really just denial. Closer to the truth is that it all really was just denial: He denied the idea that you would ever leave him, that you would ever die. Luci was never good with his own thoughts and feelings, but the way you made him feel was nearly enough to convince him that, in some way, you would just plain live forever. But of course, this was not the case: It didn't matter that you were fantastical enough to love and be loved by the Devil; you were still very much a human. Very much mortal. So susceptible to things like time and illness and injury. Lucifer was the King of Indulgences. It was extremely rare for him to experience regret. But when your time inevitably ran out, remorse filled him like smoke filled his lungs with every cigarette he ran through from the moment your funeral arrangements were decided. He could never regret knowing you, as much as part of him thought doing so would spare him this pain. He tried to think of how much better he might've been had he never met you, and it always felt like he was stuck in his own personal Hell Loop with everything going wrong over and over no matter how hard he tried to change it. He regretted that for as much time as he lived up with you, he felt like he didn't use nearly enough of that time to just . . . enjoy you. You in your mortality, your fleeting beauty and love that would nonetheless haunt him for however long he might go on for. So maybe . . . for eternity? This didn't feel like his own personal Hell Loop: This was his own personal Hell Loop. And until he learned to forgive himself, it would never end. So he'd be stuck here for maybe . . . eternity.

Which one I could see as being lactose intolerant: Neither. Unless they get brought down to mortal enough, Celestials generally don't suffer ailments, let alone from things like food allergies.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't?: Lucifer . . . It's not that he's not smart. But by Dad, he is lacking in so much self-awareness that it can be maddening. He thinks he's pretty good at following Dr. Linda's advice (and, to an extent, he's progressing). But the fact of the matter is, he's incredibly troubling at best. Not nearly as bad as some patients, mind you, but when Linda admitted to you that one or two sessions of Lucifer completely misinterpreting her advice nearly drove her to consider adding a secret bar into her desk, you believed her and didn't blame her for one bit.

Who is more likely to get kicked out of bed?: Lucifer is a changed devil. But it's a very slow change. You're more than happy to understand and accept this, but that doesn't mean you have to let him and his issues walk all over you. Sometimes, the big dummy just says or does things without thinking -- or because he thought too hard and thought this was the best decision to avoid further strife. And you try to be patient with him about these tendencies, you really do. But that doesn’t erase your ability to be upset by these habits, or your right to be. And no amount of him buttering you up is going to be acceptable, even when he comes by your place, armed with a dish he so thoughtfully prepared for you. Nope, he can literally go to Hell with that (really, you’re sure the demons there would appreciate a nice beef wellington); you just need some space. Ironically, this may create a cycle wherein his need to make you happy again and have your attention on him drives him to constantly hover around you and attempt to win you over, which in turn just further frustrates you. It’ll likely keep going until you either snap or a loved one pulls Luci to the side and gives him a heads up that maybe he should respect your boundaries. After all, intention isn’t the problem here: It’s the actions taken. And as much as it hurts him knowing that he accidentally hurt you, he has to respect your need for time to cool off. He forces himself to go back to his place and tries to think less about how he feels and more about how you might feel, and try to work out ways to avoid similar incidents in the future. And even though the conclusions he comes to may not be perfect, you at least respect the effort -- particularly when he next sees you, no longer armed with snacks from your favorite bakery or bouquet-carrying teddy bears. Instead, all he has is an apology. It’s sheepish, and it feels foreign to someone who rarely experiences shame or regret, but you know his whole heart is in it even if he himself doesn’t understand entirely why that is. Which is good because that’s just part one of the process; part two involves him warming up that spot in your bed that’s reserved for him!

Who uses the computer the most?: You, absolutely. Lucifer's adorably but altogether completely crap when it comes to technology. Besides, he can easily find other things with which to amuse himself, and doing the paperwork is for other people anyway.

Thank you sooooo much for participating again!!! It really means a lot!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️