#Never had nasty anons to say the truth but you never know LOL

[doki-doki-imagines]

Heey I loved the hanahaki disease fic^^

Was wondering if i can request a part 2 with bachira and whoever else you want but only if you want to

Bachira Meguru – sunflower

Meguru has always been a confident guy, rarely events surprised him, that’s why when he coughed a beautiful yellow petal fly out of his mouth Bachira isn’t surprised at all “well, it was just a matter of time” he says to himself.

Meguru doesn’t want to avoid you, he swears, but everybody notices how quick he changes direction when he barely sees a strand of your hair.

It’s Isagi who first bring the topic up after an exhausting training, the only two guy remaining in the changing room.

“So…you have a crush on (y/n) right?”

Isagi you backstabber, how could you say the harsh truth in front of his face all of sudden.

And obviously, a fit of coughing started, and petals come flowing down like a waterfall from his mouth; what a nice way to doll up the fact he was more or less dying.

“Now you are worried Isagi? Maybe next time you should use your over-analysis skill on the field instead of investigating me” Meguru feels a little bad for thinking that, but just a little; maybe next time he won’t snoop around.

But Isagi is a hound and when he sets his eyes on a target he never lets go. That’s why Meguru is standing in front of you, knees already trembling, sunflowers scratching his throat.

“Why are you avoiding me! What have I done?”

Oh, Meguru sees the tears running down your face; it’s a look that doesn’t suit you at all.

But what can he do? Well, he laughs, laughs like a madman, ‘till one of those traitor petals come out from his mouth.

You look surprised, eyes wide open.

“W-what does this mean?”

“Don’t worry dear, it means I love you.” Meguru smiles

Well, it was easy to admit. It’s not like he could hide this anymore either.

And all of sudden the taste of blood on his lips takes a tinge of…strawberry? Oh, your lips are on his ones. Oh, the warmth of his chest is there because his heart is pumping full of love, not of those little thorns.

Oh, if only he knew it was going to be like this earlier.

Shidou Ryusei – pink petunia

Ryusei thinks of you as an NPC, one of those insignificant soulless pawns that in video games he enjoys killing so much.

Ryusei hates you with every cell running in his body, just looking at you makes his stomach writhe, shivers running down his skin making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Then one day his lungs start to burn too, “another symptom of disgust” he thoughts. Then a single petal comes out from his mouth; what a beautiful shade of pink.

So it wasn’t hate, it is love.

Ryusei can’t stand the thought. A useless NPC became an intrusive thought? You aren’t explosive, your beauty don’t stand out, and you don’t have a single thing in common with him, so why you? What the fuck is wrong with his brain chemicals?

And the more he thinks of how much he can’t stand you the more petals come out, mixed with spit and vomit, but what an explosive feeling you are making him feel.

Ryusei can only smile, he adores all of this. Death sound so exciting.

He tries to get more near you, maybe even hold you, every harsh comeback makes his heart beat faster “yes, it’s coming” and as fast as he came he runs away ready for the next exciting fit.

You never understood Ryusei, he always acted annoyed by your mere presence, not helping the crush you were harboring for him, so seeing him so often now was strange, but how could you complain?

After all, when he was next to you it was the only moment where you didn’t vomit petals. So you kept your façade when you only wanted to smother that demon's face with kisses.

This tug-of-war goes on for a month, an entire month, then the illness decides to get the upper hand.

That’s why you find Ryusei on his knees in front of you, shirt and pants stained by blood and pink petunias that just won’t stop coming out from his mouth, but he is smiling. The damn bastard is smiling and pointing at you. Bastard.

Does he hate you so much that he’ll rather die than love you? Bastard.

Tears stream down your face and you can feel your own flowers scratching your throat. Bastard.

You move, throw yourself at him and kiss him, as long as your lungs let you, but what’s worse is that Ryusei tries to push you away.

You let him go, the petunias stopped flowing out, you can hear his breathing returning normal, yours too.

Ryusei looks at you, thick eyelashes soiled with tears, but he is frowning.

“You have rather died than admit your feelings for me? Bastard!”

You run away, Ryusei stays there, still on his knees.

You’ll both have to sort things out

[destinyc1020]

I just saw your reaction to the timothee/Kylie rumor and I'm disappointed in your response of bringing timothee/Taylor russell shippers into this?? At least there was wayyy more evidence of them potentially being together than him & kylie. I understand making fun of the timdayas because that makes no sense at all but there was no need to be nasty to people that believed they might have been dating...smh

When was I ever "nasty" about TNT? 🤔 I was never nasty about TNT.....Half the time I was just making jokes. 😅 I'm not even really a firm believer in the Timlie rumors either (I always say I take whatever DM says with a HUGE grain of salt).

I was just having fun with the rumors, that's all... I've even said in the past that I wouldn't mind a TNT ship... 🤷🏾‍♀️ They would look cute together. I'd ship it if they are actually a couple. But that doesn't appear to be the case.

What's nasty about saying the truth?? It doesn't seem (to me) that Timmy and Taylor are dating. I might be dead wrong, but to me, they don't seem like two people in a serious relationship w/each other. 🤷🏾‍♀️

If you think these posts were "nasty", then wow....

[psychewritesbs]

Girl, i remember months back when you used to discuss the absolute hypocrisy of people and the idiotism when it comes to shipping discourses. Boooy oh boy, i wish many shared your mindset though because from my fandom experience and not just in JJK, the fact that even milennials love to act like they hold the objective truth onto the story and it's characters is downright hilarious, to top it off calling anyone else that has a different interpretation illiterate and lacking in basic story telling understanding.

This is probably gonna be another one of mine "welcome to the internet/fandom shit" but it's not even far off. Like, it's one thing to make metas and form your own analyses and thoughts on what you've consumed. But going out of your way to constantly shit talk and say how anyone else that doesn't see the same thing as you as delulu and dumb? Like, it just comes down to someone gaslighting themselves or being so fuckin arrogant to the point they love to treat their opinion as a fact, and that's a funny part because word opinion flies over their head. Like, if i disagree with ship A and don't see it as such what they see it, do i really need to be called a clown and a dumbo who denies what's right in front of me apparently? or am i just a person who read the text and had a different understanding? Anyhow, this shit never gets old it seems, i expected to see it from Gen Zs but from milennials? that's just - yikes. I guess not everyone outgrows their "know it all" mindset lol

sorry, it's very venty but i loved how you responded to your baiters before because these kind of people really need a reality checkers.

Welcome to jjk-confessions Sunday... I think today IS Sunday for once.

Wow. Talk about bringing back memories hahaha.

I'm just such a troll, you know? That person came into my inbox with obvious negative intent. I don't like being bullied or letting bullies think they can bully me. Besides, they had some nasty holes in their logic, I wasn't going to not troll them bahaha.

But... like... I ship the pairing in question, right? (I'm pretty sure I know which ship we're talking about), and yet, every time I read "you're an idiot for not seeing them as canon, look at all this evidence" I must admit I have to roll my eyes because these are the same people that will deny any of the evidence for a post about why the "rival" ship is canon.

True story. I've seen it happen.

So that's my rant about it haha.

About age. Ok so. There's this manga I read that I believe has a predominantly older female fanbase. I'm not 100% sure. I won't say names either. But man, I avoid the fanbase like the plague precisely because of the attitude around owning the truth.

So, no. Lol. People my age, and older too, are still attached to their version of the truth.

Thanks for stopping by anon!

[wri0thesley]

omg omg I have no idea if this is necessarily lore accurate (I’m pretty new to genshin!) but I can’t get the idea of one of these men on some kind of undercover mission seducing the lovely and lonely wife of their mission’s target, either to try to get information (the professional version) or just because they can lol (the nasty version) after all, if you leave such a sweet, innocent young thing like yourself unprotected, who knows what could happen?

oh, anon . . . not exactly what you're talking about, but this has childe written all over it. after all! he sometimes does take on debt collection missions - and though he'd originally come to your abode in search of a fight, it's something else that gets his blood pumping hot in his veins when he discovers you there instead.

cw; afab reader, cheating (not on childe), reader is in an unhappy marriage, dub-con-ish. fem reader, gendered pet names (princess). not sfw, minors dni.

(send me a genshin kink thought/thirst for elucidation and drabbles. this one is not a drabble. it got away from me.)

Your husband had never even mentioned taking out a loan, much less one from the Northland Bank. Though the Fatui endeavoured to keep their more disagreeable affairs clandestine, rumours are bound to spread - and you have heard of what happens to those who do not repay their debt.

You protest weakly to the red-haired, friendly young man who comes to your door with bright blue eyes to have what he terms as a 'friendly conversation' about the money you didn't even know that you owed. You can feel your lip trembling, your eyes filling with tears, even as your voice dips and quavers. You are not too proud to beg, you don't think, when your life is on the line--

But the young man has seen through you.

"He didn't even tell you?" He asks, watching the way your hands are shaking like leaves in the breeze. "Aww. That's a low move, princess. Why would you even want to stay with a man like that?"

(Because you have nowhere else to go. Because, despite how he ignores you and leaves you lonely, he does support you. Because it's what's expected of you.)

"I--I--" You try and open your mouth to come back with a rebuttal, but he's moving closer and closer to you, eyes burning brighter and hotter. "I s-suppose . . . I don't have anyone else."

A brief coldness descends over his gaze, but it's gone as soon as it arrives, and the young man reaches out and cups your trembling cheek in a gloved hand, sympathy rolling off him in waves.

"You poor thing," he says, "family is supposed to take care of one another, you know. And your husband . . . well, he's just left you all alone here, hasn't he? Knowing that he's made a major faux pas . . . Oh, his business probably won't recover from this. The Northland Bank don't give second chances, you know." You look up at him beseechingly, the tears that have been threatening to spill from your eyes finally making good on the promise. "Archons, he might never even bother coming home. Just leave you to deal with the fall-out. Doesn't it make you so angry, princess?"

The thought of your husband making a run for it and leaving you to face the cold harsh truth of everything alone has never occurred to you before - but even as the young man says it, you realise that it wouldn't be entirely out of character for him. And that . . . yes. That makes you furious.

Something on your own expression must change, because he grins at you suddenly like a cat who has found themselves with a glut of mice to hunt and feast upon. This time, when he smiles, there's a glint of desire making itself known in his gaze.

"I'm Childe, by the way," he says, as that hand moves down from your cheek, trailing a finger down your neck, the hollow of your throat, to where your shirt is open. " . . . I think it's high time you got to have a little fun of your own."

Childe's idea of fun, as it turns out, is goading you onto straddling him on one of your battered kitchen chairs. His idea of fun is kissing you like he's battling with you; teeth biting at your lower lip, his hands roaming all over your hips and your waist and your chest, tugging at your clothes with little care about how you hear stitches pop and seams rip.

"M-my clothes," you say, breathlessly, breaking the kiss to look at him hazily-eyed and swollen of mouth. Childe pouts.

"I'll buy you new ones," he tells you, as if that's a foregone conclusion. "What can I say, sweetheart? It's nice to be a little bit rough with toys, sometimes."

Against your will, your thighs clench at the pet name, at the brazen confession that he's considering you a toy to play with - and Childe doesn't miss it, his pout quickly fading into a grin.

"Come here," he orders you, as if you aren't currently straddling his lap. He yanks you closer, making sure that the hot part of you burning between your legs is pressing against a stiffness in his trousers that is abundantly obvious. "I hope that cute little spark of defiance won't go out when I'm inside of you."

Your cheeks heat. Instead of responding, you reach down between the two of you to tug at your skirts yourself, and Childe groans as you also reach for the placket of his trousers. Before you can get any further, he's suddenly got his hand around your face; thumb and forefinger squishing your cheeks together, forcing you to look into his eyes. That bright, burning hunger is there again.

"You're cute," he tells you, sounding entirely earnest. "You're really too good for your husband, you know. I think I'll take you with me when we're done here."

Childe's idea of fun, as it turns out . . . is lowering you down onto his cock, inch by slow, aching inch, holding onto your hips with a strength that his lithe frame didn't bely and chuckling when you squirm.

His idea of fun is only letting you have another few tantalising tenths of an inch every time you beg him, until you're trying to push down in his grasp so that you can take him all inside of you and your nails are digging hard into his shoulders. To your surprise, the feel of your nails digging in (your fingers like claws, your squirming getting more and more desperate) makes Childe hiss in a breath and growl low in his throat.

"Well," he says. "You fitted it all in, princess. Colour me impressed." He reaches between the two of you, delving between your thighs to pinch the pearl of your clit between two fingers. You squeak, heat washing over you, curling further around him so your head buries itself in the crook of his neck. He chuckles. "Why don't you see if you can impress me even more, huh?"

He's goading you.

But you have, for so long, been expected to be pretty and mild and sweet. You have never thought there that much fire in you; you are, for all intents and purposes, a perfect and modest little wife. But Childe . . . he seems to want to draw out what little anger and heat has been left to smoulder inside of you and kindle the flame. When he kisses you, he bites at your lip. When he squeezes you, he does it hard enough to leave bruises. And when you begin to slowly fuck yourself on his cock, the wet sounds of your sex sucking him in echoing around the kitchen, he groans aloud and begins to thrust his hips in tune with yours like you are dancing.

You lose sight of anything except the feeling of his cock drilling into you. Your slick dripping down your thighs and down his shaft, heat roiling through your body to converge low in your stomach. Childe's lips brushing your neck, teeth tugging at your ear, growling and groaning--

And you respond to his noises with soft mewls of your own.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs against your collarbone, before he bites down hard enough into yielding flesh that you yelp even as you realise you like it. You'd never thought pain could intermingle with pleasure in that way - your own hands reach around Childe, tugging at soft locks of his hair as revenge, and you swear you feel him twitch inside of you. "Shit. Mmm, I could do this for hours--"

"I'm n-not-- stopping you," you breathe out, bouncing on the balls of your feet and re-angling your body just so, so that with every bounce and thrust of yours and Childe's body his cock rubs along a sweet spot inside of you that you don't think has ever truly been stoked like this. "Ahh-hnn--"

"Have things to do . . ." Childe groans in response, even as his own hips begin to jackhammer inside of you. You don't recall how long the two of you have been enmeshed like this, but you also don't really care. If your husband does come back and find you fucking the man sent to collect his debt, you doubt even that would make you feel guilty for the pleasure that Childe is wringing from you with every movement of his body. "Would rather be doing this, though, believe me--"

You reach down between you this time, to toy with your clit. You'd never dare be so shameless normally - but Childe's eyes watch everything you do with fervent admiration, and you cannot help but be bolstered to be wanted so terribly.

"I'll speed it up for you," you say to him, sweetly, and he growls low again. As retaliation, he begins to truly jack-hammer his hips up into yours with a desperate need that permeates off of him. Your own fingers swirl around your swollen nub, playing with it in sweet circles that you know from experience will send you over the edge sooner rather than later. That pressure inside of you builds to an all-consuming need, hot behind your eyes and in your chest.

"You're going to come, huh?" Childe says. "Go ahead, princess. Let me see how pretty you look. Let me feel how good it is."

So you do. You let the orgasm wash over you - you let your toes curl, your mouth shape a perfect 'o' of pleasure. You feel yourself clench and pulsate around the cock inside of you, the rush of your own release.

And Childe follows suit, the sweet way your inner walls are clinging tightly and throbbing around him simply too much for him to resist. You feel a thick, wet heat fill you as he shoots ropes of his come deep inside of you. You grind and rock against him to eke out the last few pleasurable shudders and shivers of your orgasm, your still-sensitive clit rubbing against the flat plane of his pelvis in a way that makes you wonder, if you tried, how many more times you could come today.

Eventually, though, you're left with no choice but to collapse onto his shoulder, gasping and panting, feeling his come dripping down out of your sex even where you're stretched taut around him. From the steady noise, there's probably some of it on the kitchen floor beneath you--

"I wasn't kidding, you know," he says, quietly, after the two of you have caught your breath. "Come back to Liyue Harbour proper with me. I'll take care of you. A damn sight better than anyone else would, I'd bet."

It's a tempting offer. You think about being Childe's. On the arm of one of the Fatui, you think people would avoid you - your old connections would not want to see you ever again, perhaps, knowing what he's capable of.

(But don't you find that thrilling? The thought that the hands currently tenderly running over your body have blood staining them? You might not have admitted it before today, but . . . you do. And did your connections, your friends, your husband - did they ever ask what you wanted?)

"Yes," you murmur to him, and he lets out a noise of pure pleasure. You pull back from him, your eyes half-lidded. You bite down on your lip, walking your fingers shyly over his chest.

"But first," you say to him. " . . . My ex-husband gave me a very nasty surprise today, I'd say. I think I'd like to leave him one, too. We've made a mess of the floor already . . . I think I'd like to do it to every surface in the house."

Childe lights up like Lantern Rite.

"Oh, sweetheart," he purrs, with not remotely disguised pleasure. "You and I are going to wreak havoc."

[ghostbustermelanieking]

AU of the Archives finding out Jon is being held by the Circus (while he’s still being held captive there?)

anon, thank you for giving me an excuse to write something like this; i am always looking for 101 h/c lol. warning for discussions/depictions of the kidnapping scenario in 101.

1. They only really find out by accident. More specifically, they find out because Melanie is snooping around the Institute (already searching for solutions to her being trapped there), and finds the tape, somehow, the one where Nikola talks to Elias. She only needs to listen through once before they put the pieces together: Georgie told her Jon left. They haven't seen Jon since—and sure, he wasn't in much before, but—this long? And that is Jon's voice on the tape: muffled and panicked and indecipherable, but still pretty obviously him.

Melanie shows it to the others, and the tape isn't even finished before Martin is demanding they have to find him, they have to find him now, panic flashing visibly in his eyes—he's been gone for WEEKS, and why didn't I notice, why didn't any of YOU notice, and don't fucking try to argue with me, Tim, Jon has been KIDNAPPED and they're going to KILL HIM— And Tim looks hurt, at this insinuation, is snapping back before Martin can even finish, I wasn't going to ARGUE, Martin, Christ, and he hasn't told them about his brother yet, but he immediately went pale when he heard Nikola's voice, heard her going on about skinning Jon, and they all saw it, and Melanie and Basira are putting it together before Martin is: Tim's in, too.

Basira's the one who says We need to find him in the end, but Martin and Tim have already decided by then.

2. In the end, Elias is the one who tells them where Jon is. (After some persuasion.) He hadn't intended to originally, but obviously they already know, and obviously no one is going to be focused on finding the ritual site, and sloppy work won't benefit anyone, much less the whole world. (And if the rescue goes messy, and it ends up benefitting the whole of his plan, well—)

They take a car and ride up there, the four of them. (There's some brief argument as to whether or not they all should go, but Martin's obviously going, and Tim doesn't back down, and Basira insists she can get them in and out, and Melanie isn't saying no…) It's a long, tense car ride, hours of mostly silence broken up by panic on Martin's behalf. (He's still berating himself, even if he won't berate the others—how could they not have known, how could he not have noticed, how has Jon been held prisoner somewhere for weeks and Elias didn't goddamn tell them, and it's been so long, and what if it's too late, what if they're too late, what if he's already dead—) And then, eventually, Tim breaks the silence. By telling them what happened to his brother. (It's NOT a statement, he says, but it feels like one anyway, and no one speaks until he's done. He sounds choked up by the end, furious and fearful and grieving all at once—I didn't think they would come for—I-I didn't think Jon would…)

The images from Tim's story loom over well enough, along with the half-remembered sounds of the tape sent to Elias. We're going to use every piece of you. I thought you'd make a lovely frock. The imagery is grotesque and Martin is sick with it, leaning against the car window, hoping with a fierce desperation that they aren't too late.

3. They aren't too late. And they get in without being detected, somehow. (Afterwards, Basira will keep saying that it was too easy, the whole thing felt too easy, and Tim will say tiredly, "Who the fuck cares? We got out.")

Jon's woken up by someone whispering his name—quiet, with a gentle subtlety that the Stranger more than lacks. It's Martin—this becomes clear as soon as he opens his eyes, although it takes a moment for everything to slot into place, the reality of Martin leaning over him, eyes wide with concern. "Oh, Christ, you're all right," Martin says, his voice shaking. "Thank God. I-I thought…" He stops then, and goes to work on getting Jon free.

"Martin?" Jon hisses as soon as the gag is gone, and then—Tim, working at the ropes on his legs, Melanie and Basira towards the door. "What—wh-what are you doing here?"

"What are you talking about?" Melanie says, her voice as muted as the others. "We found you, that's what we're doing here."

"Y-you can't be here," says Jon, still stuck in the panic of the past few weeks. "They'll kill you, you can't be here…"

"We're already here," says Tim. "We're not leaving you behind."

Jon's eyes jerk between the four of them frantically before landing back on Martin—Martin, who looks like he's nearly on the verge of tears, who says, "We're getting you out of here, Jon," and helps him to his feet. Jon grips at his hand as he's pulled to his feet, the relief washing through him in waves—he hadn't realized until then how much he'd expected never to be rescued or found—how much he'd thought he would die here.

4. They get hotel rooms rather than driving back—it's a long drive, and Jon looks nearly dead on his feet, and it makes sense. Jon sleeps for nearly sixteen hours straight after a long-running shower, and the others mostly alternate between sleeping and watching for agents of the Circus. (No one ever comes.)

Melanie calls Georgie to let her know. Tim leaves Elias a nasty voicemail. Martin goes to get breakfast from a store nearby, and take-out tea, and when Jon wakes up, they eat clustered in the hotel room to mostly silence.

Jon says, at one point, I didn't think anyone would come. He says it mostly to the floor, when the others are out of the room, and it's just him and Martin drinking tea that isn't nearly as good as the homemade stuff. He clears his throat and adds, Thank you for… for coming, Martin, I…

Martin tenses beside him immediately in immediate horror, says, Of course we came; of course we came, Jon, I don't know why—I-I am so sorry, I'm SO sorry we didn't come sooner, we didn't know… We didn't know, I'm so sorry.

It doesn't matter, says Jon. It doesn't matter, just… thank you. Thank you for coming, I… i-if anything had happened to you, I wouldn't have…

They're leaning together, almost unconsciously, their arms pressed together, and Martin says, I'll always come. If… I-I hope this never happens again, Jon, b-but I… I'll always come.

Sitting in the dim-lit hotel room, Jon believes him. He knows immediately that he's telling the truth, and he says, I will, too, and he means it just as much.

5. The whole experience is a catalyst to everyone talking more, because how could it not be? There's a difference between someone saying they were kidnapped and actually hearing about it—actually seeing it. The drive back leaves plenty of time to make peace, or something like it.

Jon starts spending more time in the Archives, in the weeks before he has to leave again. He and Martin have lunch almost every day; sometimes the others join them. Melanie calls and tells Georgie what's happened, and Georgie immediately reaches out to make sure Jon is okay. And Jon and Tim make their peace, more or less, gradually—not all at once, but gradually. (Tim hugs Jon when they get back and says he's glad he's okay. Jon offers an apology a few days later, for everything they haven't had the chance to talk about, and the recorders come on, and neither of them mention it. And nearly a week later, Tim tells Jon about what happened to his brother.) And it's something, some step in the right direction, towards healing.

[roamwithahungryheart]

Man... the RACISM Camille got from the AH supporters was unreal. From calling her "loud" and "bitchy" to insuting her intelligence and saying just straight up nasty things I don't want to repeat as another WOC. (For those who don't know, when you call WOC loud and tell them to shut up when they're standing up for their rights and the rights of others, it can be quite racist) I can't scroll down Tumblr or Twitter without seeing white radfems saying something that sounds like what the right would say. They got to take that BLM out of their bios if they're going to engage in that shit.

Like... so much for caring about women's rights lol. I guess not when it's a WOC standing strong for victims and taking up that space in the court room that she deserves. It goes to show they don't really care about women except for AH's crocodile tears. (which will hurt women more than JD since I always thought he has more in common with abused women than AH ever will) Also, did I mention they were comparing her bar exam scores to Rottenborn? Not very feminist of them, hmm...

Anyways, your blog is amazing <3 Never Fear The Truth

Right there with you, Anon, I was watching the coverage on CourtTV and they said she was 'inappropriate and confrontational' like, DUH of course she's gonna grill her!!! If it had been any other attorney it would have been 'impressive' I guarantee. And the bar scores thing is just mad! Just because she didn't go to Stanford like Rottenborn. We're so quick to tear other women down for their achievements and it's truly sad.

Never fear truth 💖 x

[weird-dere-fics]

can you write tsukasa eishi trying to confess to a lower year reader (it would be super cool if they were soma's year, just wanna see his reaction) on valentines day? everyone's just freaking out because thats the first seat, and the reader's just confused because they didn't even know he knew they existed

Hope you enjoy anon :3. If you end up seeing this lol. Again, I’m sorry it’s been super long! I’m trying to take care of these requests that have been sitting in my inbox hekdhdkdbd.

I hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna change things up a little bit! Instead of doing it like a traditional western Valentine’s Day, I’m gonna write it like it’s White Day (The way Japan traditionally celebrates February 14th).

Hopefully it’ll still be enjoyable 💖.

Tsukasa Eishi confessing to (gender neutral) reader in the same graduating class as Soma, on White Day, below~.

To most of the students attending Tōtsuki Culinary Academy, the Elite Ten were a force to be reckoned with. They were the best of the best and had abilities in their arsenal that trumped those of any other student. A majority of the student body just couldn’t understand how people around their age were able to have such skill.

The first seat, Tsukasa Eishi, was but an enigma in the eyes of those that didn’t know him. To them, he was but a dream crushing titan. Always calm and collected. Never cracks under pressure. Cooks masterfully with little effort, as if he was one with his dish. His presence alone put him on a whole nother level.

To those that knew him though, knew he was as simple as a two sided coin.

They knew the reputation that preceded him was but a mask, and that under that mask was basically an anxious little kitten.

When it comes to his dishes, his confidence is absolute. With just about anything else though, there’s about a 90% chance he’ll panic.

Today, the second seat, Rindo, would be getting an earful of that panic from the first seat. It’s not like she minded, though. It amused her.

Her close friend was nervous at just about every girl that passed him by. By the time the day was over he feared he would have a lifetime’s supply of chocolate. He had already received a large chocolate cake from Akanegakubo earlier...

He only really wanted to accept the treat from one individual this White Day.

Said individual was giving out treats to all their dorm mates at Polar Star.

All of Polar Star was basically having a party. Cooking all sorts of treats for one another, with the occasional nasty thing slipping into the mix because of Yukihira.

Upon taking a break from all the cooking and baking, the group decided to chill out and play a couple games. The current one being Truth or Dare.

Poor Yuki had just gotten iced out by Fumio-san because she was dared to leave a few of her game animals in the elderly woman’s room. She was feeling particularly pouty and decided to call you next, knowing how daring you were. She was hoping you would pick dare as she hoped. Someone else had to suffer as badly as she did.

The evilest of smiles came into her face once you uttered the very choice she had hoped to hear. A sinister plan quickly appeared amongst her thoughts.

“I dare you to give Tsukasa Eishi a White Day gift by the time the sun goes down!”

The way you choked roused laughs out of some and sympathy from others.

Marui choked along with you, “NANI?”

Daigo and Shoji were wheezing laughing.

Ryoko would nervously chuckle and ask Yuki if her dare was a little too much, but of course the strawberry blonde didn’t back down.

Isshiki only smiled innocently.

Yukihira was suggesting you challenge the first seat to a shokugeki, which prompted you to choke again.

You ended up yelling that everyone in the room was crazy! And that there was no way in hell you were doing that!

You were saying that was a waste of time because he could be anywhere in this gigantic school, but you were really trying to get out of it because you didn’t want to be forced to face your feelings.

You had developed a crush on him from the moment you first saw him perform in a Shokugeki. You felt your heartbeat rush each time someone uttered his name around you, warmth flooding your cheeks.

There would be no use in trying to get close to someone like him. He was way out of your league, both in cooking and in general, in your opinion. Why would you waste his time? He probably didn’t even know you existed...

Yuki was wholeheartedly dedicated to this crusade now though, proclaiming to the heavens that she would go with you to see it through. Isshiki had made it known he was interested in seeing it too. So the two would end up dragging you out of the dorms, bringing along some of the chocolate treats you had made.

You were going to die.

Tsukasa was feeling the same way, seeing as the day wasn’t getting any younger and he had yet to see you. Rindo had force fed him some of the chocolate he was given to console him, but it only made him sigh. He was sure the chocolate wasn’t as good as yours would be.

He too had fallen for you after seeing you perform in a shokugeki. You lost that shokugeki to Yukihira Soma, but he could tell you had so much potential.

He sighed dramatically, resting his cheeks in his hands, “Maybe they went home for White Day?”

“I doubt it,” Rindou smiled cheekily, “You could always ask Eizan to find them for you, you know?”

“Eh, no way,” he puckered his lips, “His lackeys would just freak them out.”

After a little while of watching Tsukasa sulk, Rindou excused herself to go use the little girl’s room.

Tsukasa figured maybe some fresh air would be good for him too so he stepped outside of the room they were hanging out in.

It was a pretty day out today. The sun was shining and there was a pleasant breeze.

He wondered what you might have been thinking about today as he looked at the scenery in front of him.

He could hear some faint voices getting closer.

“He should be somewhere around here!” That cheery tone was familiar...

Isshiki?

The voices stopped soon after that. And before long the snowy haired first seat would hear steps approaching him after a while. He figured Rindo had come out to tease him some more, but turned around to find you standing there.

His eyes would widen a little. You... actually came...

You could not believe your two dorm mates actually managed to drag you here and brought you to this moment. You felt like you were about to shit your pants as you clenched the box of treats in your hands.

Tsukasa was just,,, staring at you. You knew this was a horrible idea! Why couldn’t you just have picked truth for once???

“U-Um... T... These a-are for you...”

You would bow a bit and hold them out, and he would take them. He didn’t say anything though. So after a while you stood up straight and saw he was just staring at the box. Dear god, he probably wanted nothing to do with it...

You needed to escape before you made more of a fool of yourself.

As you turned, briskly walking away, Tsukasa started freaking out. Crap wait, he didn’t mean to make a bad impression! Did he scare you? Did he seem rude? How long was he staring at the box? He was just so happy he couldn’t believe it!

“H-Hey wait-!” He reached his hand out as you stopped, not wanting to turn around and look at him though you did it anyway.

He was gonna tell you to take it back, right?

“Um!” He hesitated. Thinking about what Rindo would tell him to do. He supposed he should just bite the bullet...

“I-I like you!”

It was your turn to freeze and stare at him now.

“...EH?!”

Your cheeks were burning.

He liked you? How? You were just another student in the crowd at this school. He knew about you? You weren’t that special were you?

“It’s about time you admitted it, Tsukasa~,” Isshiki would say in a sing song voice. The seventh seat was wise to both of your feelings for a while, but never said much.

“Hm! Hm! I agree!” Rindo grinned appearing out of nowhere.

Eizan’s snicker could be heard in the distance, and the murmurs of other elite seats could be heard.

Tsukasa had managed to forget there was a meeting scheduled today...

“Ah, seems we made it just in time!”

Yukihira was there now too. The entire polar star dorm minus Fumio had managed to make it and hear Tsukasa’s confession.

Needless to say some of them were shocked. He actually like you back?! THE first seat?!

You felt like you were about to explode, but you managed to get out that you liked him back too.

The rest of the day was sure to be interesting...

[liquorisce]

priest eren anon here! i just noticed the typo in the other ask god im so embarrassed lol sorry english isnt my first language

i also just read what you wrote and its so good ur writing skills are incredible im amazed.. literally in awe and E&M are so hot their chemistry in ur stories is always unmatched! you’re my favorite eremika writer

so i was thinking about priest eren using holy water when he’s teasing her bc he’s lewd like that.. he would definitely fuck her in the confessional too! right after making her apologize to god for being such a slut/bad girl

BAE HELLO?!? there is no embarrassment tolerated here apart from being embarrassed over how nasty we get!! (No worries, typos are everyone’s worst enemy - I scroll thru my stripper fic and I want to slap myself bc it’s riddled with typos) and thank you so so much, seriously I don’t deserve the hype 😭❤️

Look I wasn’t raised Christian so I have never seen or been in a confessional, but I can imagine it’s narrow as fuck. So just imagine - he knows what she’s been up to, she doesn’t know how, but he knows. She can hear it in his voice, when he asks her, “Is there something you want to tell me, Mika?”

She doesn’t know why he even bothers asking, he knows, he surely has to know, he probably senses how she rubs her thighs to together in the booth right next to him. “Forgive me, father,” she whispers.

“What did you do, Mikasa?” Her cheeks burn, along with the rest of her at the shame-filled memory of last night. Why must he make her say it? As if the humiliation of this wetness between her legs wasn’t enough. It stains her panties, her skirt, her soul.

“I,” - she can’t say it, she doesn’t know how. She’s barely admitted it to herself. All she knows is the shame, the burning shame. (Or is it just desire?)

“Are you hiding something from me?” It’s the way he asks her. Surely this isn’t just him being a priest, it’s as if he demands it from her - this honesty, as if her truth belongs to him.

“I thought of you, Father,” she breathes, the words come out in a rush, and it feels better for a second, lighter, freer, until she remembers how her thighs are clamped together.

He’s quiet for a moment, and she feels tears in her eyes, surely he knows what she means, she knows how filthy, how disgusting, he probably doesn’t even want to speak to her anymore -

“… What did you think of?” She wonders if the strain in his voice is just her own imagination.

“You,” she begins, only to be cut off.

“Be specific,” he demands, urgent, not caring to sound the least bit like the sympathetic listener he was meant to be.

“Y-your fingers,” she mumbles, “… You touched me yesterday,” -

“And so it is my fault? Is that what you’re trying to say? Must I not only absolve your sin but carey it too?”

“I’m sorry,” she gasps, shocked by his anger, ashamed at herself, wishing she’d never come here. But how else would she ever be clean?

“There is no point in your apologies to me, Mikasa. The Lord will forgive you only if you are honest. And you have yet to be honest with me.”

“I touched myself,” she sobs, “I did, but I thought of you, the whole time, every second. I thought of your fingers, the way they felt against my skin.”

His voice is hoarse as he eggs her on, “… What else?”

“… I used my pillow.”

“In the dorms? While you were sleeping beside the other girls?” Is it anger she hears in his voice? She doesn’t know, all she knows is that it’s rough, edgy, and it doesn’t help the building feeling between her legs.

“Yes, Father.” Her eyes squeeze shut, a hot tear rolls down her cheek.

It happens so fast she doesn’t even hear it, only realises when she can feel him looming over her in the tiny wooden booth.

“Father…?” She almost squeaks, alarmed.

“I thought it best to cleanse you right away, but I didn’t realise how far it had gotten,” he murmurs, eyes glinting in the darkness.

She feels a cool splash and she gasps, the water making her blouse stick to her breasts indecently.

He doesn’t say anything but his eyes linger, she can see it, she watches him watch her, watches him take in the pretty curves of her breast.

It only makes her rub her thighs even closer.

His fingers reach her for clothed knee. “… Don’t do that,” he murmurs, strained. “… Don’t hide from me.”

But she keeps her legs firmly closed.

It angers him beyond comprehension. “… Not only do you indulge in your own shameless pleasure, but you’ve also gotten so brazen you’d do it right in front of a room full of others?”

She bites her lip, her nipples hardening with every word he says, every glance he spares her. “You’d do it in front of everyone else but not me?”

He pries her legs open with his hands (but truth be told, she didn’t even bother to resist), “How could you ever be forgiven?” And she wonders if she’s dreaming or if she detects the slightest note of anger, of jealousy.

She’s pliant under his grip, soft thighs under her full length skirt, that he wants nothing more than to sink his fingers into. “Show me,” he whispers, and it’s less of a demand more of a plea.

How could she ever say no? It’s only right, she’s already demeaned herself in the most common of places, this was the least she could do. It’s only right that she was honest, that she showed him exactly what she did.

So she recreates it, except this time without a pillow. And it feels so much better, she needs to bite her lip to prevent her moans from spilling out indecently.

He traces a finger on her lips, slips it in her mouth, says, “I need to hear you, Mika.” And she doesn’t care if it’s because it’s what the Lord wants or it’s just him, he’s touching her again, touching her lips and her tongue swirls around his finger absently.

“What else did you think of?” He hesitates before asking this, but he’s already chosen to cross this line and there’s no coming back. “Just this, your fingers inside me,” she breathes.

“Just my fingers?” He can’t believe what he’s hearing. He knew she grew up sheltered but was she really so innocent?

“Just your fingers, Father, I promise,” she whimpers, as he thrusts his thumb into her mouth, fucking her mouth with his finger.

“Then that’s all you’ll have,” he murmurs, as he quickly bunches up her skirt, and parts her soaked panties. She takes no time at all, he’s barely touched her, barely thrusted his fingers inside of her when she cums, sobbing, whispering for him to forgive her. What she doesn’t realise is that he has no interest in any kind of forgiveness, he’s busy committing to memory exactly how pretty she is down there, how soft, how delicate she sounds when he slips his middle finger in until the knuckle.

He leaves her like that, before she can even catch her breath, her skirt bunched up at her waist, her juices pooling embarrassingly into the fabric, nipples hard against the wet blouse. It takes several moments for her to gain her bearings, to realise what she’s done, how far she’d strayed, and the knowledge that anyone could have walked in and seen her like this (filthy, lustful) only makes the ache in her legs come back to life.

(Okok im sorry I wanted them to fuck but somehow it just didn’t go there~ apologies anon ❤️)

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

[thisdreamplace]

I had a nasty fight with my former bff. This was long ago. She did the whole 'boycotting me' thing at school and afterwards had a mutual friend pass her msg to me, saying "tell her [me] to get it into her skull that she's not the center of the world, who does she think she is? Stop acting like a #" Im simplifying the words, her actual words were nastier

I got thinking today abt this fight, and her comment abt me that is still way too fresh in my mind even tho I hadn't recalled it in 2-3 yrs!, and I actually decided to use the law to revise my friendship to feel better as what happened after the fight was shameful on my part. But before I knew it, I started rmmbring my relationship with her. How I became a total victim. Got so stuck on her validation, begged her to be friends with me (after I got the degrading msg. 🤕 silly me w/o a backbone lol) and stayed her 'bestie' for way too long. Only after it's all over im noticing smth messed up abt out 'feiendship'. It wasnf that normal I think. She would get so pissed if I did anything that went against her thoughts/beliefs/way (which is why she called me a selfish # that major fight). It was so subtle the way she showed her disapproval. To her, if I did anything not aligned with her, or even makih decisions on my own which didn't involve her, it was wrong. And had consequences like her beinf distant for days etc, or getting angry if I didn't mind read her bla bla, I just had to keep her at the top 24/7 and she expected everyone else to do the same... which I thought was normal... It wasnt. And what would be even more crazy is she never realized how that meant she always wanted the attention. That she always wanted it her way! It just makes me feel... Sad.... When I look back. How couldn't I have notived it before? I used to be strong headed, opinionated before I became 'besties' with her.. That all has changed. I wonder why -_-

It may be dumb on my part but with the weak mind and insecurity I had then, I took that fight/her reaction to the heart and internalisef this stupidiy (DENY MYSELF if the other alternative was denying HER. I didn't think it was wrong. For the oldme, it really wasn't wrong smh). Aaah I'm so sorry old me :(

This fight started bcoz she asked me for smth and I refused, instead of relenting like I always would, and I see now that her reaction (to me not being an obedient # to her ig?🤢) was basically her setting rules. It was wrong of me to refuse, yes, but why did she react that way? Why did this pattern continue? That everyone was selfish if they didn't think of her ;_; like how do u deal with this? And the icing is when I too started to defend her and make excuses for her all the time. And ik I'm making her out to be so strong, don't worry... I accept the strong only rule when the weak submit. And I was weak as hell, so its understandable this whole thing. I think 😅

Idk. I seen your posts abt eyipo with other anons so i hope u can tell me figure out what this was. Its clear to me she was projecting smth about me, and mb throughout our whole friendship she was projecting me. And I would think it was her hurting me, that she was right and I was wrong or maybe I did smth wrong. Mb I thought I deserved being punished that way?!

Today I suddenly had an aha moment and I realised... this is how a victim thinks. I didn't know I was a victim when I was living that stoey aka thought I was powerless. When in fact I really wasn't?! Haha still accepting I 555% created ALL that. The law can knock you out haha

Enough old story I just want to ask, what du u think the msg she sent to me was? Did I really deserve such a reaction (did I mention she included other girls in the boycot? 🤢) just for standing up for myself? What about the whole 'fight' aka showcase of power? And the entire yrs of being friends why did I never realize I was only hurting myself so much by putting her before me? And also, with the everyone pushed out thing, how did it fit in? Like why the hell did I give her too much power in validating me by giving in after the fight in the first place?, and while I did have some fun times (saying this so anyone else who reads this doesn't think it was pure torture lol. We had some common interests tyat no one else in the class shared when we first became 'friends'), deep down I was so unhappy so why didn't this reflect on her? I mean why didn't she ever sense just how much she'd hurt me, why didn't she see how much I put on the back burner coz of her?! Was it as she saw it as her right? I'm just so confused

This is still a bitter pill to swallow tbh but I have to face this in order to move on. This person and my life with her has left me wit many scars and I got to understand how I did this so I never attract such a person in my life again. Its not even abt bejnf a victim. As I said, these victimy things were subtle and I only noted them when it was too late and I was a shell, like she getting super pissed and disapproving if I had a differing opinion and me blowijg it out of proportion and tailoring my views or not expressing them so as to not feel the disapproval...thanks boycott conditioning ig? 😭 Aaaah even talking agaunst her rn is making me uncomfortable. Which makes me think I still am scared of her subconsciously even tho she's no longer in my life. Like, what in me made me choose her? I haven't healed, obviously by this ask as u can tell, but idk what is it in my self concept that had this whole thing in my past even happen

My friend, I also want to say I think you're a beautiful soul 🥺. And im sorry for the long ask lol. And I pray you'll always have all your desires. And plz, was it hard for u at first when u learned about u creating everything? The good, the bad, and the repulsive (like this story)? How did u get over old stories? Ty ty ty 😭

To begin with you're being really harsh on yourself. Like, I know it's hard, but it's never that serious. And trust me, this is something I have to remind myself of regularly. Because there have definitely been moments in life where I look back on myself in that moment, and I feel like I was pathetic and would slap myself if I could. But the truth is, there's just no need for any of that. We always did the best we could. We always did, period. We couldn't have done anything differently and this will continue to be true our entire lives. Looking back on the past with such overwhelming feelings, is really not needed. I get looking back to learn from it, but practice coming from a place of love and acceptance instead. It will help you grow, rather than get stuck back in this cycle of self-hate and confusion. Plus, you actually never need to analyze the past to grow but that's beyond the point right now.

To me, by reading your ask, the message she sent to you was clear. You feel you deserve less in life, you feel you're not good enough, you feel like a victim to life and others, you feel like you're not empowered or the operant power of your reality. It's not about her being wrong and you being right, and I get this is one of the hardest pills to swallow. Everyone is you pushed out. Therefore, there's simply no such thing as who is right and who is wrong anymore. It was only ever you.

When it comes to everyone is you pushed out, you have to understand this person isn't this way because that's who they are. They were that way because that's who you were. Inside of you, you brought their character to life. Therefore, the same way you are not stuck to such an undesirable self concept, neither is that person. It's not that you chose her and attracted her in. You were just dealing with yourself. That's what I hope you walk away from this response understanding. Because by thinking she was outside of you, you're missing the mark. And this is such an important concept to understand when it comes to the law of assumption, because it's really at the forefront of everything. People play such a huge role in our lives, whether it's relationships, jobs, opportunities, etc etc. So understanding how everyone is you pushed out actually works is extremely important.

So instead of putting all this blame on her or even putting the blame on yourself, all these memories really do is give you a glimpse into who you were at the time. It shows you the beliefs you held about yourself. It shows you what your self concept was. That's all it's doing. So in that way, there's actually no one to blame at all. I know it feels good to put blame, even when it's on yourself, but the truth is there's no room for blame when you learn about the law. You simply take responsibility and become empowered by the power you have held this entire time. And you practice making it work in your favor.

If you want to see how something was apart of your self concept, all you have to do is pay attention to what you are thinking/feeling. Shame, not being good enough, etc etc is all just stories you once held onto. Now you don't have to hold onto those stories anymore. Now that you know the power you hold, you get to make a new decision for yourself. Rather than ruminating of the painful past, allow it to be and know how that's not your story anymore.

Was it difficult for me to accept how I created everything? Yes and no. It's been a journey. While I could accept it logically, emotionally it was still very painful. Many times I wanted to cry and lash out when I felt alone and felt upset that no one was there for me. Although, I knew deep down it appeared that way because of my own concept of self. So yeah, it's been a journey. And it's honestly not always delightful. But this is the journey we have to take for the rest of our lives, so we might as well get used to practicing and applying these concepts. Instead of continuing to hold ourselves in such painful lights. I got through old stories, and I continue to get through old stories, by feeling all the pain that came up. By allowing myself to cry and feel however I felt like during those times. And in the back of my mind I knew I was getting stronger in my power. I knew how I would keep persisting once the pain subsided. And little by little, old stories fade more and more. That persistence to continue choosing better for yourself, is truly more powerful than it may seem in a difficult moment. Have trust in how it's all working out for you regardless.

Hopefully this is helpful! Thank you for your kind words. 💖

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

You don't have to worry about me, thanks! I am DM'ing with a kataanger who gave me the tea. She says ya'll don't really like it but since you can't do shit about it you pretend not to care. She also said you and others would blacklist her if she expressed this publicly. Seriously? Someone expressing anger that a VA for her ship craves another, and you people would act like that to her? If Mae Whitman can have an opinion why can't this Kataanger, who thinks Mae is "kind of acting stupid"?

Hi anon!! I am super glad to hear you won’t be sending more of those asks - again, I know you didn’t mean anything negative by them, but it did a little bit give off the wrong impression. I’m also glad you’ve found the answers you were seeking! However, I have to point something out here. My friend, you are demonstrating a clear example of confirmation bias.

Confirmation bias is “the tendency to process information by looking for, or interpreting, information that is consistent with one's existing beliefs.” In other words, you were looking for someone upset that Whitman liked Zvtara as well as K@taang. And that’s totally fine! There are always people with different opinions in fandom, and you should not feel ashamed for wanting to hear those different perspectives.

However. Just because one person is upset about Whitman liking both ships does not mean every single K@taang shipper feels the same way. It is concerning that you would assume this one fan speaks for the entire fandom, yk? Like, I’ve gotten some nasty asks from Zvtara shippers, but I would never be so callous and uninformed to assume they spoke for the entire Zvtara fandom. Most Zvtara fans (as in, people that are not the rabid stans, who I have no doubt you try to distance yourself from, too!) are lovely people who are content with making and/or supporting fanworks. So why would you assume this one K@taang shipper, particularly after hearing from several others, is preaching the Gospel truth? Several people have said we don’t care about VAs, yet you think we’re all lying based on the word of this one person?

Trust me, anon. A lot of us do not care about Whitman’s thoughts one way or the other on the atla fandom. At the end of the day, she’s just a VA. She wasn’t in the writers’ room. And while it can be cool to hear what VAs think, they didn’t construct the narrative, yk? I love that VAs have fun in their roles and with their characters and hey, if that includes shipping, great for them! I have mad respect for Whitman for enjoying both pairings and successfully staying out of ship wars. I mean, that’s pretty legendary of her. But also… her opinions are irrelevant to me, at the end of the day. I will continue writing fanfic because I love atla, because I love the complexity of the narrative, because I love the friends I’ve made through this fandom. Why would a VA’s thoughts ever change that? Why would we get so angry about something out of our control, lmao?

I promise. Most of us don’t care.

Again, there are some who do, and that is totally fine! I’m not sure why the person you’re talking to thinks we’d blacklist them, lol - they’re simply presenting a different perspective than us. I mean,, that’s not a reason to blacklist someone fjskdljfasldksalks. Of course, I am totally comfortable with people using the block button liberally - curate your own online experience! But generally speaking, a slight difference in thoughts on VAs is not going to incite blacklisting.

So, to the K@taang shipper you’re speaking to - you’re not going to be blacklisted! It’s totally okay if you do care about Whitman’s thoughts. No big thing! However, I do take issue with the suggestion that you think the rest of us are lying when we say we don’t care about Whitman… Like, if you do care about Whitman, what’s so weird about the rest of us not caring about Whitman? Again, no one will blacklist you lmao. But consider not treating yourself as the voice of the K@taang fandom - all one individual can do is express their own opinion. You can’t speak for everyone else, yk?

Anyways. To sum everything up:

“ya'll don't really like it but since you can't do shit about it you pretend not to care”

Nope, we actually just don’t care! Whitman is free to have her own thoughts and feelings like any other fan of the show. Doesn’t impact our lives, lol!

“you and others would blacklist her if she expressed this publicly”

Also nope. In the grand scheme of fandom, this is a super minor difference in opinion. A majority of people are not going to hit the block button because of that, yk?

“Someone expressing anger that a VA for her ship craves another, and you people would act like that to her?”

Nope again! The K@taang fandom is honestly super chill. I think the person you’re talking to is just a little nervous about having an opinion that differs from the majority, which again, there’s no shame in! Fandom would be quite dull without such differences. Also, like I’ve said before, Whitman has expressed positive affections for both Zvtara and K@taang. Honestly, I’m a little confused why you’re so dead-set on the idea that she despises K@taang?? Why does it matter that she likes both??

(Hint: it doesn’t matter, which is what I’ve been saying all along, lol.)

“If Mae Whitman can have an opinion why can't this Kataanger, who thinks Mae is ‘kind of acting stupid’”

They are more than welcome to have their own opinion! In fact, we can all have our opinions. Allow me to list some examples:

1) Whitman likes Zvtara and K@taang.

2) You want Whitman to only like Zvtara (or so your asks have led me to believe).

3) The person you’re speaking to wants Whitman to only like K@taang (or so this ask had led me to believe).

4) I don’t care one way or the other what Whitman thinks! Doesn’t change anything about my personal fandom experience or the canon narrative of the show itself!

I hope this clears things up, anon! I don’t want there to be any further confusion in this matter. Like I said - my friends and I don’t care about Whitman. You and the person you’re speaking to do. It’s… not a huge deal that we disagree?

I guess, then, that maybe you should ask yourself these questions: Why are you so adamantly against recognizing that fans are capable of holding different opinions?

Why were you so desperate to find someone who supports your hypothesis that you sent the same ask over and over to several different people?

Why weren’t you willing to accept the answers you then received that some K@taang shippers don’t care what Whitman thinks?

I can’t answer these questions for you, anon. Right now, to the many people who have viewed the asks you’ve sent on this subject, it seems you were just looking for a fight (which I’m really, really hoping you weren’t!), and that’s not a fandom environment anyone wants to foster. But if you truly wanted to know…

Wouldn’t you have taken “I don’t care about VAs” as an answer?

[destinyc1020]

I dont think leo and tom can even be compared. Leo was doing some incredible work prior to titanic and he played into and capitalized on the young heart throb image after titanic. Im not sure you could call leo typecast after titanic. Leo after titanic was a hot commodity, danny boyle , speilberg, woody allen (nasty ass white man) were seeking him out along with the fact that marty was interested in working with him right after titanic, its not until gangs of new york that they were able to work together. Plus titanic and spiderman films while both blockbusters are different in that one of them is a franchise and they existed in two different contexts and fame being something different than it was in the lste 90s and esrky 2000s. Its not until he teamed up with speilberg and marty who both were able to channel his talents and present him with great scripts that allowed him to expand as an actor. I think leo saying no superhero films is probably b/c he doesnt like superhero films or that the contracts disney gives out was both long term and didnt give you ( the actor) any power in addition to the crazy amount of fame.

Tom is on a decent trajectory he just needs to team up with directors that know what to do with him and give him the space to learn and improve.

Tom nor leo aren't typecast. B/c tom played an iconic role it has been hard for people to see him as anything else. At the end of the day, tom likes certain roles and plays them b/c its what he knows. Tom should take more risks with his choices imo ( by risk I mean try different genres like horror, rom-com, sci fi, or take on character that are more morally complex and not always redeemable etc and go outside box)

Tom and Robert pattison I think have much more similarities and robert did alot to get out of the twilight image.

Thanks Anon for bringing more insight to the whole Leo thing.

I mean Leo was an Oscar Nominee at like 19 right? For What's Eating Gilbert Grape?.....Which he probably should have WON imo 👀, but you know how the Academy is about awarding YOUNG, attractive male actors an Oscar so early in their careers lol 🤭 It's a tale as old as time lol. I think some of those old wrinkled men in the Academy are just JEALOUS tbh lol 😆 😅

Anyway, Tom started off his film career on solid footing with "The Impossible". Truth be told, Tom's acting in the film probably should have garnered him am Oscar nod as well (he was so GOOD for such a young guy! If Anna Paquin could do it.... ), but again.... 😵‍💫

Anyway, I think most of Tom's projects have been good decisions. Maybe CW (which is Sci-fi btw) probably wasn't the best decision, but I honestly can't name any other film that I would say he should remove from his filmography and should have never done.

I don't think Tom HAS to do a horror film or a rom-com in order to get out of the superhero "bubble" some have put him in.... Leo has rarely really done anything other than drama in his career, and he's done just fine. 🤷🏾‍♀️ He's only more recently been going more outside of his comfort zone imo. But you're right in that Leo has chosen very different roles where he's playing very different people, even if they are in the same genre.

Robert had a hard time too getting out of the "Twilight" bubble as well. He even said he hated that franchise rofl 🤣 😂

But it CAN be done! I think these two older actors are proof that you CAN get out of that "bubble". I would also add Tobey and Andrew in the mix as well. They too had to eventually break ppl's minds free of the Spiderman association.

It can be done 🙂

[iaintyourbro]

Hey I just wanted to make a statement many fans worried about the LTD but as someone who watched and read many animes/mangas with LT genre as a main theme in every of these works the LT end up at the last episode or chapter but with FF7 if it was a main theme to the game why did it end in disc 1 why didn't it end at the last disc despite the OG having 3discs it should have been the climex of the game but it didn't because it isn't important what important is C real identity that the real theme .

Hey anon.

AGREED. The love triangle was meant to enhance the illusion aspect of Cloud’s issue. 

They game even tells us he created an illusion of himself. SOLDIER Cloud was meant to waver between the two women... I do think people make this a bigger thing than it actually was. I’d say, for me, it’s a very small aspect of his personality struggles. I do find it interesting in Remake they took the wavering aspect out. 

I’m of the opinion that Cloud didn’t do anything obvious to waver or attempt anything with EITHER girl. I think he had a thing for both of them, I don’t think as SOLDIER Cloud it was a deep thing. I think his desire was mostly to be a hero and save the damsel in distress. What’s funny is, neither of them really were damsels in distress...

Aerith in OG actually gets pissed at him for saying something like “I’m not gonna let a girl help me.” She pretty much is like “lol buddy okay you’re dumb.” Tifa just is Tifa and can kick all the ass - even in OG. The romance in FFVII OG to me wasn’t really a thing. Even all the GS dates were kind of weird. Aerith’s hints heavily that Cloud isn’t Cloud. Then you get this confirmed later and start unraveling the illusion and are in a state of “WTF IS GOING ON!” At least that was me.

This is the first time I remember going oh shit, what? The one thing in OG that they missed was building up his relationship with Tifa up to this point. The focus was to get the player attached to Aerith, so Midgar was focused on that, and then if you get her as a date option for the GS, that’s your next time. Personally, I never got attached to Aerith in OG because I didn’t like how she was. Remake Aerith is amazing and hilarious. 

I am not a fan of love triangles. FFIV had one, but it was obvious that Rosa had already chosen Cecil to me - so it wasn’t a huge thing. FFVII’s love triangle was vague and almost felt forced at times.

The only reason I honestly knew there was a love triangle was because of the user booklet that came with a game and what it said under Aerith’s description. 

The prison scene was always nasty to me because of course Tifa is like wtf. Aerith is like why are you and Cloud in the same cell? Cloud is like “I have no idea what’s going on.” Cuz he was oblivious - he had no idea that these two were in a “rivalry” over his affections... And honestly only Aerith really shows effort to me. Tifa isn’t confrontational, so isn’t going to do anything. Cloud doesn’t make an effort either way. 

This is another scene where you’re like wow okay. I mean, the whole Lifestream is like that, honestly. You’ve been playing this game and suddenly find out the guy you were playing with wasn’t actually who you thought he was. He’s a dork who never made it into SOLDIER and has somewhat of an obsession with this girl, Tifa, who you may or may not have even paid attention to the first part of the game. 

They make sure to leave up the “...I was devastated. ...I wanted to be noticed.” I took this screenshot out of my four up there cuz I didn’t have room and since they left the text up, but the kid was desperate to get her to notice him. To prove himself to her (and I assume her father). 

I mean, this is an accurate representation of his head when you go into it. The Nibelheim incident includes some memories of Zack and Sephiroth, but Tifa is also over there. I do think in Remake they will expand on this scene and show more about his mother, maybe his father, some other stuff that happened in his childhood, expand on the Mt. Nibel incident, and I think the CC elements of the Nibelheim incident will also come into play for the final part of this sequence once he remembers Zack.

To me, once this happens, it was clear that Cloud was in love with Tifa. That the first part of the game was an illusion, so I didn’t really think much else about it. Then I found out about all the fighting and I’m like... “Why though?” 

Real Cloud was all about Tifa and still was after he’s back. I felt no wavering after that point. Aerith dies, it’s permanent. It’s supposed to be realistic. Dead people don’t come back in real life, no matter how badly we want them to and no matter how many tissues we use to mourn for them. 

I do NOT think the love triangle was supposed to be a main theme OR stick has hard as it did. I think the fans did that, and now with Remake they’re clearing it up so... HOPEFULLY... it’s done. 

I think it’s a shame, because my best memories of FFVII as a teen weren’t the romance (cuz it was like non-existent) but Cloud revealing who he was, Vincent (of course), killing Hojo, the Northern Crater and the Lifestream, the discourse between Cloud and Barret... It wasn’t thinking about who Cloud liked more when he was SOLDIER Cloud. 

People I’ve talked to in real life who played the OG feel the same way. They didn’t even know this was up for debate... and these are casual players, so they didn’t play/watch CC or DoC and maybe the watched AC back in the day, but it didn’t seem to change their opinion. The only time I’ve seen people staunchly saying that it was player choice are those that couldn’t accept the fact that it WAS part of the illusion. And I’ve only ever seen it online. 

For people who actually played remake, nobody even thinks Aerith was a love interest (this is especially true for new fans that did not play OG). And I can tell you, the only people in real life that know I’m a shipper are my husband and my sister. The rest of the people I talk to don’t, because most of them are my co-workers and they don’t need to know this crazy fandom side of me. 

I think with the death of the LTD in Remake, it just opens things up for more interesting subjects regarding the entire cast. It makes Aerith much more lovable because she doesn’t seem to only give a shit about Cloud like she did in OG. I’m sure she won’t be so nasty to Barret when they go to Corel - I’d be shocked if they leave that in. I’m sure she’s not going to ask for a fortune from Cait Sith, and I’m sure she probably won’t even ask Cloud to go out at the GS. 

So that’s my thoughts...

In closing (long closing), I also think it does somewhat of a disservice for us to obsess over who Cloud liked more when he was SOLDIER Cloud. Both women are powerful on their own. They don’t need no man. I think sometimes when we get too extreme into this discussion, we almost feel like we’re defending these women to say because Cloud loves her more, she’s more important. That’s not the case, in my mind. Aerith is important because she’s Aerith. Whether Cloud loves her or not doesn’t impact her importance to the plot.

Same with Tifa. Now, Tifa’s role IS to be by Cloud’s side and ultimately save his life (multiple times). However, Tifa herself COULD function without Cloud. Cloud cannot function without Tifa prior to getting himself back in the Lifestream. If he falls into the Lifestream and there’s no Tifa, that’s pretty much it for him. 

In Cloud’s case, we can get to a point where it’s like he cares about nothing else except women, which we know is far from the truth. Cloud doesn’t seem to say much at all about women or dating in OG - in Remake they do some stuff with Wall Market and him acting like he knows what he’s doing (he doesn’t), but they have him acting like at typical arrogant teen. He’s an awkward dude, and it’s adorable, and it’s not that he’s blind. He obviously is attracted to Tifa early on. If you get Aerith’s red dress he stumbles over his words. 

That’s not to say we don’t care about how Cloud feels. We do. Which is why it’s important that we help him get himself back and get him through his complete breakdown. But the bigger focus should be the fact that Cloud isn’t fully Cloud and the romantic implications of that shouldn’t be weighed as heavily as the importance of getting his mind back.

[thwip--thwip]

Hey, I was looking for some new reading material and wondered if you could give me some recs? Please and thank you sm!

ho BOY anon, COULD I! I’ve got over 2,000 bookmarks on AO3 - what are we looking for? I’m going to assume IronDad, or at the very least Peter Parker-centric; short or long? MJ or Gwen Stacy? Angst, fluff, whump? Sorry this took a minute; I went into the vault for you and pulled out some rare gems:

LONG FICS

In the Home by @captainkirkk | 68k

The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.

“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”

Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—

Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

This just…hoo. A classic if I’ve ever seen one. There’s going to be plenty of aloneintherain on this list because she’s the bomb dot com and its no secret I’m in love. we Stan in this house; this might be my favorite Spidey fic ever written.

POW Avengers by Punny_Puck |122k

Tony Stark is thrown into a new Nazi POW camp. It’s his fifth–or sixth–and he’d really like to make it to his fiftieth escape attempt this time. But Stalag III isn’t like any of the other POW camps he’s been in. He suddenly finds himself facing an impossible task: Getting two-hundred and fifty men out of the camp in one massive escape attempt. And dammit if he’s not going to make it work.

Very impressive, very lengthy and detailed historical AU set in WWII. This one is more Tony than Peter, and quite a fair bit of Loki (this author does a great job with all the different POV’s, that’s why it’s so long!). Nice and juicy!

5 Times Peter Fell & Tony Caught Him, and The 1 Time He Didn’t by eva7673 | 35k

Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every. single. time. Until the day he can’t.

I love this series with all of my heart, but especially this first fic! It’s the perfect amount of whump and IronDad, and oh man, that last time? GETS me. Eva definitely put in so much work on this series, and it SHOWS!

Twelve Days of Peter Parker by @upcamethesun | 27k

In each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, Tony runs into one Peter Parker — for better or for worse.

In other words, an excuse for this author to write gratuitous Peter fluff/angst/nonsense with a Christmas theme, because ‘tis the season.

This fic is so cute I Die. Perfect bit of holiday nonsense! I read it every year lol. It’s got everything you’re looking for and more, to scratch the itch you didn’t know you had. 

ever in your favor by @iron–spider | 153k

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

I mean…how could I possibly do a fic rec list without this on it? Iron–spider’s latest masterwork, and it truly is a masterwork. The Hunger Games AU your soul has been crying out for, and quite possibly the greatest AU to ever live. Do yourself a favor and get settled in - you’re in for a ride.

Magazineverse by @copperbadge | 56k

Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America’s Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.

Avengers-centric, takes place post-2012. The Avengers team we deserve! The whole series is amazing, and I definitely didn’t see the twist coming (SO original, and you totally got me. Well played.)

MEDIUM FICS

devil in a sunday hat by @captainkirkk | 14k

Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this—limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.

This series really speaks to Peter, and his experience as a street-level hero. I don’t think I’ve ever not cried reading this series - it’s really beautiful. Aloneintherain always manages to capture how much weight and anxiety sits on Peter’s shoulders - and how dire his consequences can really be.

5 things that change for Peter after the end of the world by @iron–spider | 14k

…and one thing that always remains the same.

(SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR)

Peter knows he’s different now.

The first three months were like a bubble. He didn’t think about the newness of his old life, he didn’t think about the state of the world now that it had been saved—he just worried. Worried about Tony and Steve recovering. Worried about May worrying about him. Worried about everything in general—he didn’t allow himself specifics because specifics didn’t make sense, not yet. He just focused on his routine, kept it normal, the same schedule every day so he didn’t throw himself off.

It felt like the bubble popped when the party ended, and everything became clearer. The differences in who he is now were highlighted, like there was a spotlight on his every move, like everybody could see the invisible scars the world-ending experience left on him.

The first thing he notices is the sleeping. Or lack thereof.

(a follow up to my story “the rattle of their hearts” from Peter’s POV. You can read this one without having read the original, but it would make more sense if you have read it!)

Everyone knows Rattle, and if you don’t, definitely read the first fic in this series! But this second one is really special to me (and MJ never fails to make me laugh out loud, every time). Peter’s PTSD is dealt with intimately in this fic, and I love it to bits.

the conspiracy kids by @tempestaurora | 13k

WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?

The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks.

“My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.”

OR

“what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth.”

Looking for a fun, Peter-and-Harley-being-ridiculous-teenagers fic? This is the One For You. I can see it all in my head, and it never fails to make me laugh. Delightful piece of fluff and probably the best social-media-esque fic I’ve read.

Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by @caraminha | 12k

Prompt from my Tumblr: Have you heard of tetanus? I’m studying it for school and it’s got lots of angst potential - it causes severe, seizure like muscle spasms which can break the patient’s bones, but they’re conscious and fully aware of what’s happening. It also causes fever and lockjaw, and difficulty breathing. I’d love to see an angst fic where Peter has bad tetanus and Tony and co are looking after him whilst his symptoms get worse and worse.

Looking for some Peter!whump? This fic is so sweet. Tony is Dad. What more do you need?

SHORT FICS

Come Together by @captainkirkk | 1.8k

From the ground, Tony squints at Thanos and the young heroes the villain is chasing through the city. “Are they…” Tony begins.

Steve, being lifted onto a gurney by starstruck paramedics, laughs a little. “Leading the man who almost destroyed the Earth in a wild goose chase?” In the sky, Johnny Storm sticks his tongue out at Thanos, ducking and weaving out of the villain’s grasp. “Yeah. I think they are.”

Didn’t I promise she’d be on here a billion and one times? All of her stuff is so good, for every fandom. Go READ this queen who’s been killing the game for years. This fic is such a sweet one, an Endgame fic before Peter was even in the MCU. It’s perfect.

Only Road by @garamonder | 2.8k

A rare breather between fighting should have been a relief for the Avengers. Instead, one small comment triggers a confrontation Peter had been avoiding for months.

Oh wow this one…this dialogue between Peter and Tony is incredible. One of my favorite things in a fic is a good argument, especially one where Peter has a distinct and mature point. 

Every Penny and More by Princessfbi | 1.2k

She forced herself to inhale air and hold it before releasing it from her lips. She grounded herself in the cheap vinyl in a crappy diner that she wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to look at the same way again. She thought of the life Peter would have if she said yes because she knew that’s what all of this was about: Tony asking her permission to let him do this.

May and Tony co-parenting Peter is…oh, be still my heart. This is such a sweet little fic of something that definitely happened off-screen :’)

5 Times Spider-Man Saved An Avengers’ Ass (and the 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris | 7.2k

What it says on the tin.

Going through an angsty Spider-Man phase. I regret nothing.

YES give me Peter x Avengers team! Peter gets a great moment with each of the Avengers, proving himself a capable hero (and getting assistance when he needs it the most :’) baby makes some friends!). Really cute, a fun little romp.

unbearable loss by @iron–spider | 1.6k

“Peter…he was so afraid, Pep,” Tony says, his voice breaking. “He…he just lunged for me, he was so afraid, he wanted—he needed someone to be there for him. And I tried, I tried—I held him, I told him he was alright, which was a—goddamn lie, and the only fucking thing that came out of my mouth. The last thing I said to him.” He shakes his head, swallowing hard. “The last thing I said to him was a lie.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Pepper says, quietly.

“I do,” Tony says. “He trusted me. That kid trusted me, and I failed him every possible way I could have. I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t—he died in my arms and I couldn’t do one single solitary thing about it. And I couldn’t—me, the human fucking chatterbox—I just stared at him. He was dying, turning to fucking dust and apologizing to me and I just stared at him, like a moron.”

This fic Fucks. Me. Up. Iron–spider’s Tony angst is unparalleled. It hurts me every time, and the dialogue between him and Pepper is just…it’ll get you. 

yesterday, I saw a change by @captainkirkk | 6.8k

Inspired by prompt: ‘Peter is unmasked on live television, and everyone goes berserk—you’ve already heard this one but here’s the twist—he’s wide-eyed, staring into the camera, frightened, but not because of his own safety. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Someone please, please protect my Aunt May.” And the entirety of New York cries out simultaneously. Heroes and neighbours and fellow students rain down on the Parker house, ready to defend her.’

This is - surprise! - a May Parker fic. This fic will move you. You will probably cry. I love it with all my heart. If I ever need a refresher on who May is and how she feels - how New York feels, about Spiderman - this is my go-to.

Hope that gave you some new stuff to check out! I have more, do I ever have more. Enjoy & remember to leave comments for all of these wonderful writers!!!

[roleplcyheaux]

lol u wanna be amanda so bad

amanda’s actually got it handled being amanda. the rpc doesn’t need two and it’s not my intention to make it that way. although i have no idea what i could be doing to make you think so? cause i’m what, actually using my blog to talk rather than just reblog? using ones own blog to talk about things happening in the community / world isn’t exclusive to amanda. everyone does it?? but while we’re on the topic of @michelleveintimilla i want to put it on record that she’s cooler and braver than i’ll ever be. fun fact, i actually sometimes randomly send her anon love if i ever log in and see her getting hate for one reason or another. sometimes i randomly send her anon love even if she’s not actively dealing with a difficult ask day. i support amanda. i think her blog’s important. i think it’s a reflection of the community we’re all actively part of one way or another. sometimes it’s angry, sometimes it’s hilarity, sometimes it’s complete and utter mayhem, and sometimes it’s just plain ugly and exhausting. in a way it holds a mirror to the sides of rping that we sometimes wish we didn’t have to see and it’s for that exact reason why i think we need to see it. i’ve been mentioned on that blog myself. so have groups i’ve adminned or co-adminned. sometimes in a positive light, other times in a negative one. each time i’ve learned something from it. never have i felt like i couldn’t go to her personally or send my own asks in response to what was being posted. i admire her wanting to hold people accountable and truth be told her being so outspoken about her own hardships and crafting a space on her blog for others to openly talk of their experiences inspires me. it’s because of amanda’s blog that i was brave enough to cut ties with people i had otherwise been too scared to stop being friends with. knowing her blog exists and that other blogs like hers exist gives me courage to speak my truth. do i think some stuff on her blog can be too harsh? yeah. do i think the rpc has a tendency to jump the gun sometimes? also yeah. am i a fan of cancel culture? no. but i also believe that you get back the energy that you put out into the world. so many of the people amanda talks about can be nasty and cruel behind the scenes. i’ve seen it for myself and i’ve heard first hand experiences from multiple others. so, naturally, it only makes sense that people believe the only way to get their attention is to be nasty and cruel back. especially with the the rpc’s tendency to ignore things or sweep them under the rug. i’m positive 75% of the anger and frustration comes from the fact that a lot of these people remain silent instead of actually responding? if you’re trying to have a conversation with someone and they refuse to respond or acknowledge you, wouldn’t you get angry too? wouldn’t you start saying things just to get a reaction? is it not human nature to want your voice to be heard by the people trying to pretend like it doesn’t exist? “ignore it and it’ll go away” is only a solution for the those at fault, not the victims. and like if that’s what you want to do instead of face your problems head on, fine, more power to you but don’t expect others to shut up for your convenience. don’t expect amanda to stop using her blog as she sees fit for your comfort. why are others expected to cater to your feelings when you can’t be bothered to do the same? if people would rather go to amanda to air their grievances and talk through their experiences that’s because you didn’t foster an environment where they could come to you directly. and why should they when a lot of you have made it clear that you think anything sent on anon means that it obviously came from an “enemy” or “hater” rather than someone genuinely trying to express something to you. anyways stop policing how people talk about what’s bothering them or what has hurt them in this community 2k20. 

[creatingnikki]

Dearest Atlas,

That is a really fun choice for a pseudonym. Perhaps, your actual name? Unlikely but for the sake of this letter and me you’re Atlas irrespective. So, hello! You’re almost a decade younger to me and I must admit, I’m a little nervous to write you this love letter. I’ve never had an issue writing or interacting with people older to me by 3-4 decades even. But talking to someone younger always takes me back to when I was their age and how much I hated older people acting as though they knew better.

Of course, now after growing up I have realized that it’s just natural for you to know more and learn more as you live more (exceptions exist always and there’s not an equal increase in age and knowledge/wisdom, as we all know). I mean, compared to a 5 year old, you know so much more. But I think the one place where most adults go wrong is that instead of looking after those younger to them, they either patronize them or exploit them. Shouldn’t we, by default look after those younger to us? Protect them, so that they don’t lose their innocence and heart due to this shit world as early as we did? This sentiment is why I love a classic that most people don’t – The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it. I will warn you that the narrator is annoying but his heart is in the right place and that’s the most important thing.

I guess since I’ve already started writing this letter my nervousness is out the window. Do forgive me if at any place I come across as preachy or pretentious. Know that isn’t one bit intentional.

You know how I know I’m no longer a teenager? Because I just spent 10 minutes looking up what LB(BT) means. I still don’t know but as per Google this is what it could mean:

Let’s be bored together (doesn’t fit the context as you said ‘I’m LB(BT)’)

Something related to LGBTQ+ (Is it?)

Lembaga Bela Banua Talino (Which is an Institute for Community Legal Resources Empowerment – umm probably not?)

When older people would be so clueless with slangs like LOL and TTYL and BRB 10 years ago I would think, ‘Are they serious? What’s not to get in that?’ But this is a WTF moment for me because I have crossed over to the other side, clearly. Anyway, now I’m quite curious so do let me know, please! Haha

Though, I do have a really embarrassing and silly story related to internet slang and ‘brb’. So this was back in 8th grade – 2010 – when I had just joined Facebook and had started to talk to this senior in school who I soon developed a crush on. Now, you need to know 2 things for context:

Back then everyone in school would type in “chat language” which was very “cool”. For instance, ‘What is up with you?’ would be typed as ‘wht is up wth u?’

This guy would use terms of endearment for me like sweetheart, darling, etc. *pukes*

So, for a whole week when we would chat, and he would use ‘brb’ during our conversation I had no idea what it was but I just assumed it was another term of endearment. Oh my god. Shall I even say it? Okay…so I thought it was….barbie. YES WHY WOULD HE CALL ME THAT. It’s bloody weird but my 14 year old brain worked in weird ways, and yes you’re a whole lot smarter than I was at 14, and I just assumed that. Why I continued talking to a guy who I thought called me ‘barbie’, I do not know. From entering the world of social media at 14 and not knowing slangs like the back of my hand to reaching here – writing a letter to a 14 year old and not knowing another slang’s full form – a I believe I have reached a full circle. Thank you? I think it’s very humbling but also grounding to realise how old you are or just how much time has passed by. Adulting is quite disorienting and moments like these are needed.

And thankfully, I know what you mean when you say you’re Wiccan. And I think that’s pretty cool! Around when I was 16 I read a Jodi Piccoult book about teen Wiccans and I was so fascinated that post that I did 3 things:

Convinced my friend to become Wiccan with me

Installed an app for spells

Convinced my mom to let me get a tattoo with a sentence from the Wiccan Rede

My friend ditched me, the spells on that app needed things that weren’t accessible to me and I was too much of a chicken to actually get inked (still don’t have a single tattoo!) and none of those things ever really materialised.  In yet another way you’re so much smarter than I was back then. I keep saying this not to be weird but to admire you and just express how in awe I am by certain things you mentioned.

Shall I just paste the Wiccan Rede here for everyone to see how beautiful and solid it is? Or perhaps the end of it that hit me the most?

“With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.

Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.

When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow.

Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you.

These Eight words the Rede fulfill:

“An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will”

And the sentence I wanted to get a tattoo of? Any guesses?

Well – An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will.

While I didn’t get it, I do want to talk about it.

People will always tell you what to do and what to be and what to think and how to behave and what to not wear and what to see and what to not talk about. These people will be your friends, parents, teachers, siblings, relatives, strangers, lovers, the government, employers, enemies and bullies. A lot of them will be well-intentioned and that’s where it will get tricky. But you should always do what feels right to you. No matter who says what. Stand up for what you believe in no matter who or how many people are against it. That’s from the book To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee and another book that I highly recommend.

As you grow older, the lines between good and bad, black and white, brave and weak will quickly and confusingly blur. You’ll have to make a million choices, a lot of which won’t matter in a few years while some will stay with you for the rest of your life. And sometimes it will feel like you’re in a maze and thick fog (all the confusion between what’s right and what’s wrong) is surrounding you and there is this loud, piercing noise (other people’s voices) that won’t stop until you find your way out that maze. What’s waiting for you outside? Some people think it’s success, money, love, or even death. It really depends on how you see things and what’s the most important to you.

To me? I think what’s waiting out there for me is peace and truth. Lately, I’ve been able to find my way out but it’s only seconds until I’m dragged back inside. So, how to figure a permanent way out this maze is my journey next. I don’t know anything. No one knows anything. But yet people insist on pretending to know. And sometimes that’s important too (like at work). But I hope when you’re on your journey of figuring things out for yourself, you do what feels right to you and only remember – An ye harm none do what ye will.

A picnic with your friend family where everything was so happy sounds like such a precious and beautiful memory. I’m glad you got to experience that and I can only hope that while you navigate your way through the maze, you find such absolutely lovely and blissful moments in plenty. And as for your ex who sent you anon hate – so glad that such an ass is out of your life. As someone who has received a lot of nasty anon hate on tumblr, I know it hurts the most when you suspect (more like just know it) that it’s someone who used to be close to you. I guess that’s the other stuff hiding in the maze – bitterness and pain. But I think as long as you have a few people who have the best interests for you at heart who hold your hand and figure the way out together, you’re going to be okay.

So, Atlas, I do think this turned out to be a tad bit didactic but know that’s only because the part inside of me that’s still 14 is cheering on for you and sending you much love.

xoxo

Nikki

PS I know I’ve given you 2 book recs already but here’s a third one cos I think you’d quite like it – Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson. It’s a book about two high school best friends who are Wiccans and one of them kills herself and the other uses a spell to bring her back to live temporarily to figure out what really happened.

Guys, February is 29 days of love letters. I’m writing love letters, as part of The Love Project, and if you’d like me to write one to you, drop me an email at creating.nikki@gmail.com

There are 10 more spots left, and you can still be a part of it if you’d like :D

I wrote this letter for Atlas based on some questions they answered. You can read their answers here.