#and another proclaiming they can't be together bc........??

[rosenecklaces]

About that last reblog about Elain being a Seer and Azriel a Shadowsinger, I don't talk much of it but I love that – coincidently or not – SJM keeps on to merge them and connecting them with one another

Yes, their names are almost always mentioned with eachother, yes somehow they end being related to every paragraph when someone is addressing only one, but I also love that it extend to their powers.

Elain/The seer, she sees and feels thinks others cannot. I can go as far as to heard things that most doesn't expects her to know (after all, being perceptive is belong just observing, is feeling and hearing)

Azriel/The shadowsinger, in his own words his eyes can't be deceived, he hears and feels way more than the average fae (being assigned spymaster isn't for nothing)

So, we have this couple sharing 3 main themes: Watching. Feeling. Hearing

And I love that we have crumbs of this, how Elain is described as this soft sentimental person in contrast with Azriel that is touch sensitive and haves emotional difficulties, they both take passivenes over agresiveness. Elain prefers a quiet environment and isn't the hotheaded warrior type (she things before doing) while Azriel hates hand on hand combat –he says because of the sweat but I have a feeling is more than that– actually any skin to skin contact makes him pause, prefers to have his space and works in the shadows instead of taking more direct actions

It's just, is all there isn't even a matter of reading between the lines so is frustrating that self proclaimed avid readers suddenly don't understand how they would work, or how a men like Azriel would fall for a woman like Elain when all they do is having their own narratives interlinked since day one:

Azriel the polite voice of reason Elain the mediator middle ground

Azriel the quiet knife in the dark Elain the quiet soft heart

Azriel the True Teller owner Elain who wielded it

Azriel the man who introduced Nephelle's philosophy Elain the woman who proved it true

Azriel representing Death Elain the Life

Azriel being the dark with shadows and terrors Elain the lovely fawn with light and blooming spring

Azriel the Spymaster Elain the secrets Keeper

They both see, feel and hear things others cannot, both are sentient persons and is foolish to try to separete their parallels

This isn't even a SJM couple format, this is a book romance 101 format. End of.

[reineydraws]

For the mishanks body swap au, how would luffy/zoro/perona react? How would other people they know react?

hi! this got long so i'll put it under a cut, and there aren't really any drawings since that's a bit more effort and time i don't have rn 😅 but i wanted to answer this!

the people i cover are:

benn & yasopp

perona

zoro

luffy (and rayleigh, kinda)

kid luffy

buggy & croc

kid uta

thanks for the ask!!! :)

this is how i had some of shanks's crew react:

i think yasopp and benn, who have likely known him the longest and best and who have probably seen the most of mishanks together, would recognize mihawk's body language, even when it's on shanks. i also think ppl who spend a lot of time together and/or love each other a lot pick up each others' mannerisms, so benn and yasopp have probably already seen their captain exhibit little tells here and there that clearly come from mihawk. when mihawk himself somehow ends up in their captain's body, it's weirdly familiar for them, and they realize it's 'cuz they're not just seeing echoes of the swordsman in shanks, but the real thing.

for perona, i imagine shanks would roll up to kuraigana thinking like, "i should try to be like mihawk so as not to alarm them, esp 'cuz hawky probably would rather they not know" but when he steps off hitsugibune, he waves to perona and greets, "perona," and she's immediately like, "who are you!" she noticed that shanks buttoned the shirt he picked out of mihawk's coffin-crate wrong, and mihawk would never wear that shirt with those pants like that! and she thought maybe mihawk was having an off day until "mihawk" waved in greeting and called her by name. at this point, shanks is sweating lol.

zoro, i think he'd probably notice something is Off right away (shanks continues the charade bc he explains the situation to perona and perona thinks it's hilarious and wants to see how long zoro goes without noticing) but wouldn't really care until "mihawk" draws yoru for some training. zoro would scowl, annoyed but not alarmed bc perona's not alarmed, and he'd be like, "okay, that's it. mihawk would never hold yoru like that, he keeps at least another hand's-width distance in his grip for better support, what the hell," and shanks is just like, of course i got the sword thing wrong. of course his sword student would notice. 🤦🏻‍♀️ mihawk would only train interesting and competent people, and that's luffy's swordsman! c'mon shanks.

(i am a firm believer that shanks is the only other person that's ever been allowed to handle yoru in the time she's been mihawk's sword, and as an extension of that, i think it'd be cute if he held her in a slightly different grip bc shanks's style when using yoru is a little more hilt-heavy and defensive. he hasn't done this since losing his arm though, so it's actually nostalgic to be able to wield her with both hands.)

(i say this but i suppose, like with all body swap au's, there might also be an element of muscle memory involved. in that case, zoro probably confronts shanks when shanks reaches for beer instead of wine at dinner. but i like the sword thing better haha.)

luffy? luffy and mishanks aren't interacting in canon rn so i can't imagine where he'd meet up with them body-swapped, unless one of them goes to rayleigh at sabaody for help. (i say "one of them" but while shanks would be alone, poor mihawk would definitely have the red-hair pirates as a peanut gallery following along lol.) in this case, i think luffy (and rayleigh) would just laugh. like, a lot. so much.

if it was mihawk (looking like shanks), luffy would probably ask him a lot of questions regarding zoro and proclaiming his time is almost up as wgs, and then hang out with the rhp to catch up, show off his improved abilities a little, and tell yasopp about how usopp's been doing. with shanks, i think they'd catch up and then end up horsing around, and it would be extra funny bc from the outside it looks like dracule mihawk is having an eating contest with strawhat luffy. rayleigh will take photos for posterity.

if it's kid luffy and this happens before luffy's a pirate, i think luffy would probably ask mihawk-as-shanks what being a pirate is like, and also stories about being the wgs. and mihawk would tell him about fighting marines and his coffin boat and luffy would get a little starry-eyed but also maybe want to fight him lol.

other people they know... i can't help but imagine what kind of fuckery shanks would come up with if he rolled up to karai barai looking like mihawk. 😂 buggy and croc would be so unnerved.

i think shanks would take the opportunity to fuck with buggy a little by bringing up inciting incidents between them from when they were kids, like their really stupid arguments, and buggy would be caught between arguing back heatedly, creeped out that mihawk knows and is smiling all i-know-something-you-don't-know at him *shudders*, and wondering if the weird amount of knowledge on buggy's childhood mihawk has means that mihawk and shanks are fucking or something. (they are, but buggy doesn't know that. mihawk is a little annoyed at shanks for getting this revealed 'cuz he was holding onto their relationship for a more dramatic reveal if it ever presented itself, and he wanted the source of the blackmail he had on buggy to be a little more enigmatic. now, he can't creep buggy out bc he'll just assume all his blackmail material is from shanks. ugh.)

croc would be a little baffled that "mihawk" has suddenly started interacting with the clown way more than he used to, before realizing there's something deeply wrong with "mihawk". he seems too personable, too trusting, too... smile-y. it's weird. he doesn't like it. he is forced to go to buggy about this when his own henchmen don't seem to know what else to do about it, and they end up relictantly working together to find out what caused this personality change. when it eventually gets figured out that "mihawk" is actually shanks, buggy is livid and crocodile's already thinking about what this might mean for the cross guild, if the red force is going to come to karai barai, if that will cause problems for what he's trying to do, and of course, how he can use this situation to blackmail mihawk in the future. it's annoying but he can admit it's also kinda funny.

totally self-indulgent addition, but kid uta would take the oportunity to play dress-up with her dads since they've now effectively switched fashion senses. both let her, bc they are both charmed by how happy this makes her.

[weepylucifer]

AND ANOTHER THING about hot sith girl summer--

the gratuitous mando'a. it's actually there for a reason. both cody and maul come to mandalorianhood in weird ways. cody and the clones have (i'm pulling from legends but whatever) used mandalorian culture via jango and the cuy'val dar to carve out an identity for themselves where the kaminoans intended no identity to be, so this is important to cody, but he'd also know (having met mandalorians with obi-wan) that neither death watch nor satine's people accept him. and he'd resent that bc it hurts being shunned from something he and his brothers value so much, but also bc it's such a bad look for the mandos. if ostensibly anyone can swear the creed and be mandalorian, why not him? why is there suddenly gatekeeping and talk about bloodlines? i feel like cody would define himself by his competence and honor, and he'd expect similar from people he interacts with, so people going back on the principles they proclaim to live by would be something he'd deeply detest. so his feelings on mandalorian things are... complicated, like his feelings on most things are after the war

and maul... he elbowed his way into being mand'alor. he burst in from the outside, but not really out of a desire to participate in mandalorianness, just to get power over people. at least, i'd argue, in the beginning. but somehow mandalorianness gets to him. in rebels, he's hanging on to mandalorian stuff when he really no longer needs to: the droids, he's using mando'a writing, he has a giant murder portrait of satine (and nobody else!!), he hangs on to the darksaber and even builds a little shrine for it. and once you think about why, you realize that maul is in need of an identity too. he got taken from dathomir too early to really have anything in common with dathomirians, he used to define himself as a sith but he's not part of a sith lineage since palpatine cut him loose, plus he's starting to catch on to the fact that being a sith only ever hurt him. being a mando would have had some appeal to him! if ostensibly anyone can swear te creed and be mandalorian, why not him? him living on dathomir when no one's there anymore, in the empty nightsister place, him hoarding leftovers from his time on mandalore, it reminds me of a line from t.s. eliot's the wasteland: "these fragments i have shored against my ruins"

all these complexities exist as background noise as cody and maul are thrown together (by me) and have to find some kind of way to connect to each other (it can't be the obi-wan-shaped hole their lives have in common, for obvious reasons.). so before they really know much abt each other, mando stuff becomes their first point of connection. they have no common language (metaphorical) yet, but mando'a can be a language (literal) they share in common

[crossovernonshipstournament]

Propaganda

Nightcrawler and Nightwing:

I'm not saying all circus kids know each other, but these two do. Dick's circus was doing a tour of Europe and met Kurt's circus and they traveled together for a while. Dick and Kurt bonded and became pen pals. Kurt's circus was in America when the Grayson's took their infamous dive and he comforted Dick afterward. He also teleported Dick into the trunk of the Batmobile and Bruce didn't find out until he got to the Cave. That's the real reason Dick became Robin. Batman and Robin were in Europe for a mission and Dick went to see Kurt's circus. He saw his friend was all drugged up and staged a rescue. Thus began the long standing tradition of Batman dropping mutant's off at Xavier's. Dick and Kurt still write. Two blue boys who spread happiness and joy and are freaking terrified when ticked.

Matsuri and Ainosuke:

So they're both /very/ closeted flamboyant gay men in powerful houses that could make them disappear any day if they ever found that out. Both were/are being set up for arranged political marriage. Ainosuke is a politician, very into infrastructure for the youth and the environment. His father was also a very renowned politician and he basically took his place in the party after his death. Said father was a piece of shit. Ainosuke appears very clean on himself, the perfect boy. However, hidden from everyone, he's a skating god, dressing as a matador named "Adam" and skating down mountains, with a cigarette in his mouth (it cannot be made public he smokes). In Tokyo Ghoul, Matsuri is the heir to the CCG, basically cops that fight against ghouls. However, the family leading it, the Washuu, are actually ghouls! Matsuri is very emotionally restrained, and despite his actual personality being more extravagant, he always only show other his cold, ruthless, exterior when there is anyone around. His true self only comes out when he's alone. Unlike Ainosuke, Matsuri really loved his father. Said father's murder destroyed him thoroughly, making it the first time we readers saw Matsuri's emotions. Now another funny more common point the two have: they both have someone considered to be their human dog. Their closest subordinate, Tadashi for Ainosuke, which fully assumes his position as dog and even seeks it out - and Urie Kuki for Matsuri, who only proclaimed to be his dog in order to be closer to power. Fun fact, both Tadashi and Urie have a mole under their eyes, never express what they actually feel, and rarely ever talk. Ainosuke is def a Dom, it's actual canon. Matsuri is very much coded so. (Matsuri's in love with Urie btw bc he craves actual loyalty and friendship. He sees himself in Urie, too (who's also in an unrequited love with his colleague and very much gay and closeted)) Now my crossover started as a joke. Despite Ainosuke being from Okinawa and Matsuri from Tokyo, I definitely thought they would could have met in Tokyo given Ainosuke's profession. I thought "oh wouldn't it be fun if they meet at an event and their gaydars go absolutely bonkers" and off my brain went. Meeting at an event in Tokyo, they recognize themselves in the other. For the first time in the evening, Ainosuke's smile is true. Matsuri's hands shake slightly but no one takes notice of it. They meet again few times. With time, they grow closer and as they know each other better, both on a personal level and political one (but especially that one), they decide to ally politically, as they both long for a life that's more free, where they can be who they actually are (both in the sexuality aspect and the ghoul aspect for Matsuri - though Ainosuke wouldn't know about that as it's very much illegal to be a ghoul) I've also entertained the idea of making them meet sometime in a dungeon or a gay bar or club but I ultimately never did anything with it as Ainosuke wouldn't go to bars or clubs and Matsuri can't eat human food in the first place. I kinda want to do something with the BDSM dungeon but I haven't researched that enough yet haha There's also the fact that Ainosuke has red eyes which is a features ghouls have in TG. Now Matsuri would know right off that he's human as ghouls can recognize themselves by smell, but I love the thought of Ainosuke being suspected of being a ghoul and investigated for it. Ainosuke would be very supportive of ghouls as he'd see their struggles as an oppressed minority that have to suppress their true selves in order not to be killed. Yeah. They are my favorite guys. I relate a lot to them as I also grew up in a strict family not accepting of queerness and well. If I don't get to meet them well at least they both can have each other as friends!

[goldenn-moments]

absolutely losing it over your 'mind your business' wille screencap this is pure gold 😂😂

also your thoughts!!! *discreetly slides you a can we be friends note haha stealth mode 100*

I'm so glad that my roommate is a heavy sleeper bc I may or may not have had a happy freak out when I saw I had another ask in my inbox skdvxksbd. I'm very glad you liked my "mind your business" wille, I made it in three minutes on my phone when I was ignoring my work <3

and OMG my thoughts. okay, I decided like, ten minutes ago that tomorrow I'm actually gonna post my whole lengthy thing of what I want out of s3, but!! here are some of my random thoughts that have been plaguing my brain:

starting off strong with the first thing I saw when I opened my notes app - this random idea that I had for a wilmon au: wille and simon as orpheus and eurydice. I got this idea bc I saw one of those "no one would sit at my grave" "he would" edits that are making the rounds on tiktok, and all the comments were saying "wille would follow simon to the grave" etc etc. and bc I'm a greek mythology nerd, my mind immediately went to the myths and then I was like "omfgs orpheus and eurydice." I can't decide who I want to be who bc on one hand there's simon who is clearly the musician out of the two. on the other hand I have this vivid image of wille going to the underworld and begging to save simon, willing to do literally anything to get the love of his life back

sticking on the greek mythology track for a sec (apologies, this probably wasn't what you were expecting, but I was one of the first members of my high school's greek myths club for a reason) - I love thinking up aus, and in a world where greek gods and young royals coexisted in the same universe, simon is 100% the son of apollo. like are you kidding me??? the sun was made for omar (and simon by default) (yes this is inspired by omar's insta pic)

pov outsider is like, one of my favorite things ever. in every fandom I'm in I inevitably search for it on ao3. and so I just love thinking abt what the people around simon and wille are thinking - like what do rosh and ayub see when they look at wille and simon???? they see their best friend who is strong in his beliefs against the upper class somehow being wooed by the prince of all people, then they see said prince break his heart, and then months later after they try to convince their bestie to move on, said prince is on national television basically proclaiming his love for their bestie. like I want to know what they were thinking!!! I want to see into their minds. I wanna know if they were somewhere like idk, maybe their school was broadcasting the thing or smth (idk what time of day it was sorry), and they don't wanna watch bc fuck him, he hurt their best friend, but then???? he turns around and takes back control of his own story and says no to harmful and empty traditions???? like if I was them I'd be losing my shit, full on what the fuck mode and texting simon to tell me everything bc I need to know what's happening

I also want to see into the minds of the average hillerska student. like they had front row seats to the Drama that is wille and simon - what were they thinking whenever their prince and that non res kid slipped into the music room together??? when simon nailed wille w the ball and the most reaction anyone had was the guy who was clapping behind simon??? what did the choir thinking when simon led wille away??? (bc they have to have the best seats in the house - they've been humming along to simons love song for wille for a while now, they gotta know it all, lmao). basically these pov outsider thoughts aren't fully fleshed out, but they rattle around my brain all the time and I'm always here wondering what people are thinking

something I want in s3 that's probably gonna be on my list: simon getting the fucking respect he deserves. like out of everyone at that school, wille is the one who respects him the most. wille was the first one to look past his societal labels and see the brilliant, shining boy that simon is. and yeah they've been dealing with all their shit so that distracted from it, but now that they're out, that there's no more hiding (they're stepping into the light skxjsj) - even w all that, I highly doubt that the majority of the hillerska population will give up their prejudices just like that. so I'm expecting to see students be kinda nasty, like I wouldn't be surprised if vincent ramps up his douchebaggery in s3 bc he's an elitist asshole. and bc I'm expecting that to happen, I'm also expecting wille to snap at anyone who tries to belittle simon, laying down the groundwork for simon to have his footing w all those rich kids and stand up for himself. idk, I just really want simon to be respected at school at the very least, bc we all know that the royal court ain't gonna be respecting him

on the topic of the royal court: fuck jan-olof. all my homies hate jan-olof. if I was in a room w the worst person alive and jan-olof, there'd only be one person in that room w me and it'd be that bitch jan-olof. I hope that while wille and simon are busy smiling next season, jan-olof will be suffering immensely

speaking of wilmon smiling, I need at least seven seasons of them just being domestic happy bitches after s3 is over please and thank you Lisa <3

I have a lot of vague fic ideas that I wanna flesh out, so hopefully I'll get the brain power to do that during winter break. some of those ideas are: a pov outsider from krissy's pov set in a hypothetical s3 where simon and wille are at the palace. they've just had a tense meal that was after an intense royal court meeting, and miss ma'am is frustrated. she goes on a walk to clear her head, only to end up hiding behind a corner bc there's wilhelm and his boyfriend, standing in the gardens under the moonlight. and she doesn't know why she doesn't immediately step up and make her presence known - maybe it's because she wants to understand why her son is so willing to throw everything away for that boy, or maybe it's because now, bathed in the moonlight, is the first time she's seen her son genuinely smile in over a year. it's the first time she's ever heard him giggle like that since he was a child being chased by erik, and it's all because of that boy who helped cause all this trouble. and it goes on and she eventually leaves but gets an appreciation for the way her son is never more alive than when he's with simon. I'm tentative abt writing this bc I haven't written in krissy's pov, but who knows. my OTHER idea I came up w like, after I finished s2 and had to silently freak out bc I was stupid and finished the show in the middle of a lecture hall😭 basically I wanna write all these times simon thought "I love you" but never said it and the times he finally does - I have another page in my notes app for when those moments should be, and who knows! maybe I'll write them one day

another thing I wanna write that's completely out of left field: just inserting magic of some kind or another into the yr universe. I have a bad habit of making everything magical bc thats where my eternal brainrot lies, so. if anyone wants to see that, hmu and I'll share some of my many ideas w the yr universe and magic (this includes many crossovers bc I'm also really bad at stopping myself from crossing over all my fandoms in some way shape or form)

anyways!! this is completely incoherent and an absolute mess, but that's kinda how my brain operates so I hope you liked at least some of it, lol. thank you so much for this ask, my excitement for being able to ramble abt yr is through the roof *discreetly accepts the can we be friends note bc hell yeah we can, your stealth mode is so good, 10/10*

[xxghost-zombie-jesus]

BJTM Headcanons

copy and pasted from my ramblings on discord between my friend and i so they may not make sense, i don't care. enjoy!!

first, a joke that's not really a joke. iykyk

Charles: What are your pronouns Beej: What's a pronoun? Delia: Indicative but not exclusive to your gender identity Beej: Stop swearing at me Delia: Can we refer to you as they/them? Beej: But my name is… well I can't say it but you all know it. Charles: Lydia, what are Mr. Juice's pronouns? Lydia: Oh, I use He/Him for him, he doesn't really care though

He/they beej all the way, nonbinary king. he's a demon for one, and also just doesn't actually care what people call him as long as they see him, also also he will wear whatever he wants, it's all just clothing to him. in my brain beej is like "idfk what a pronoun is and i am NOT about to learn" and then, post!musical rambling ahead: so like, if beej comes back after the events of the musical, and like, yknow, they all talk and apologies go around bc no one is really w/o fault even if beej went on a little hissy-fit and almost killed them all (and was killed in return), i like to imagine they struggle w/ what to call him bc hearing his name said by breathers is like a physical tugging in his chest, and it's not painful, persay, but it's uncomfortable and attention-grabbing. And I'm sure he doesn't really want people calling him Lawrence for a few reasons (only Juno calls him that, for one, and also he doesn't look like a Lawrence), and while Lydia would have no problem calling him BJ, im sure others have their reservations bc.... the other thing that stands for LMAO so yeah, he goes by like, Beej, BJ, Beetle, Bug, Mr. Juice (when Charles is really annoyed and/or is one of his rare times of teasing the demon), B-Man (by himself), etc and only when they're out in public where other people can see him is he ever called Lawrence because he's kind of under the cover of being Lydia's older brother who came home from college, and no one really wants to explain what Beej/BJ stands for

also, he's not great at spelling in english, the rules change too much for him to keep up and also he never really cared, and he's not the best reader out there, but he's pretty fucking good with history (hey, he lived through it!), and also math, surprisingly to everyone, including himself. He wants to be good with science but the last time he thought about it they hadn't even come up with the Big Bang theory so he's… a little out of the loop. ((he's fluent in Death and in whatever language demons use, though, but it doesn't exactly translate to english, hence why he spells his name Beetlejuice when it's supposed to be Betelgeuse like the star. i imagine he's pretty good w/ like, Olde English because that's what it was when he was learning it, but it's been modernized and he's just like "fuck it spelling correctly is for chumps and grandmas anyway")) also isnt that sad? he's named after the second brightest star in Orion's belt, meaning the self-proclaimed "Ghost with the Most" will never be the best

oh another thing, beej sometimes repeats things in 3s, as kind of a callback to his curse (his name being said three times), autistic/adhd swag makin me repeat shit i say multiple times sometimes and i am totally not projecting, and also because echolalia is a bitch that i too deal with. Lydia does it too, but only once or twice, and the two sometimes get stuck in an increasingly amusing feedback loop of repeating the same dumb word back and forth until one of them snaps out of it basically once delia walked in on Beej and Lydia playing mario-kart, repeating, "bababooie" back and forth and had been doing so for 10 minutes, and continued to do so for another 5 before Delia stepped in and got their attention beej and lydia BOTH got that autistic swag, sue me. also beej probably also has ADHD but i may or may not be projecting on that front <3 idk i just like to think that beej and lydia are both just unapologetically autistic together and when people try to be rude about it to one of them the other is like "i'll literally fucking kill you and no one will ever find the body <3"

oh and i personally will be using 'beetlejuice' as the spelling for his name except in very certain circumstances (ie someone uses his true name for any reason and/or when things are being spoken about in demon tongue. i like to think beej personally butchered the spelling bc he KNEW it would piss his mom off and he was right because it DID piss her off to high heaven)

[soleilnomoon]

Bonjouuur mon amour! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

(sorry in advance for any grammatical mistakes lol I'm really french lmao and I'm trying my hardest to write in a decent English ;-;)

I would like to make a request if you don't mind 💚

I had this idea of scenario (context->) where s/o (female) is a celestial dragon but she run away, cuz she want to help people and so her family disowned her for this "weakness" and called her a failure, and after that she meets Luffy and immediately (ofc lmao) asks her to join him as his second doctor in the ship.

The thing is that Sanji relates to her story a lot and kind of takes her as his lil sister 🥺

So like he's as whipped with her as with the other women but like platonically if it makes sense?? He just can't see her THAT way.

And here's the other thing, she's very VERY good at her job having the blood blood devil fruit so there's a certain Surgeon of Death that was JUST interested in her devil fruit, as he proclaimed, and NOT her! But ofc not and they fell for each other (in their own weird 'awkward from a side and joyful from the the other' way lol I mean what do you expect from a grumpy man and a strawhat)

And obviously Sanji DOES NOT approve of this, "He's too old for you"

"Where are his GENTLEMAN MANNERS? HUH??"

"He's a damn captain from another crew that we may be enemy with at ANY given moment"

"I don't see what's special about him"

"You're too nice and wonderful for him y/n-chan.."

and ESPECIALLY after knowing about the D. thing.

So the scenario is they have a big party at the end of wano, and Sanji just wants to have a friendly little conversation with Law, as he told s/o, but somehow after TOO MUCH time left alone they notice the ground shaking..

(Here's for inspiration maybe (?)

"So let's get straight to it.. How do plan on killing s/o you psychopath!? I know very well how people from north blue think.."

*smirks* "I don't plan on killing her."

"then.. WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT HUH?? DON'T EVEN DARE TO THINK ABOUT SOMETHING MORE WITH HER!! DON'T YOU KNOW SHE USED TO BE A PRINCESS??"

*shrugs*)

Ok so lmao you can make it funnier and change it as you want and feel comfortable with 💚

I hope it's not too much! 😭

Thank you so much if you accept it! Stay healthy and hydrated!! 💚💚💚💚

hihi 💛 thank you for being patient, also don't worry as a fellow multilingual i completely understand lol i kept rewriting this bc i am a fool, but i like how it turned out so i guess it worked out in the end

1.9k words, fem reader, sfw (mildly suggestive, alcohol & smoking, blood mention), 18+ mdni; angst and maybe fluff (idk use ur imagination), reader is a former celestial dragon (she gets disowned), sanji is a little mean & v. overprotective, but that's his job as an older brother ok; law does his best at keeping it together

blood, they tell you, it’s all in the blood.

with twinkling eyes and a head full of absurdities and curiously odd things, you try your best to understand; but it doesn’t make sense. 

what’s in the blood, you ask — a timid, young thing, you hardly know better, but this is a learning experience; one of many.

everything! 

their frustration at your incompetence grabs you, sinks its nasty claws into your skin, makes you sob loudly. you reconsider ever asking anyone in your family for clarification again. a record stuck on repeat, destined to ruin your chance of independent thought, only word is parroted at you.

everything, everything, everything.

it’s the last time your parents explain this to you, and it takes a few more years until you get it. and when you finally do, it hurts. 

it’s your fourth night keeping watch on the sunny — usopp promises to make it up to you one of these days — you don’t mind, though, it’s nice to have the time to yourself while the rest of your crew mates sleep peacefully. the night is quiet, sea tamer than normal, affable — even as a cool breeze passes near you. the thick blanket is enough to keep you warm, but not thick enough to keep the nightmares at bay. 

you dream of them frequently these days; your parents, siblings — the life you were forced to leave behind — it’s been so long, but you remember that moment so clearly: the unfortunate afternoon that changed everything. 

no matter how many ways you look at it, there was no alternative. you had to leave; there were things happening that went over your head, but even as a small child your curiosity got the best of you, and you bore witness to an event so gruesome that you cried yourself to sleep for weeks.

no amount of harsh words or directives from your parents could sway your opinions to align with theirs. you — whose ancestors attempted to conquer the heavens — have empathy for those who are beneath your station; it’s absolutely vile, their blatant disregard for the lives of others, so much that it pushes you to voice your opinions over and over. being stripped of your family name, wealth, and social status should be enough to shake you — but it doesn’t. if anything, your resolve becomes much stronger.

a family that discards their child in favor of committing atrocities is not a family worth staying in.

it’s what you keep telling yourself as the years go on, it helps you sleep a little better at night knowing that you’re clearly not like them; but it’s not enough. and when you bite into a brightly colored, nausea inducing fruit, introducing you to the treacherous path of the world’s devils, you actualize your purpose in life.

another stronger breeze coasts by and your nose twitches at the brisk temperature; before you can sneeze, movement off to your side makes you jump back. you’re not skittish by nature, but for some reason, he always takes you by surprise.

trafalgar law fixes you with an inquisitive stare, one that makes you feel as if he’s picking you apart in order to investigate you properly. moonlight glides along his dark hair, illuminating the strands, casting shadows across his face — haunting, yet startlingly handsome. 

you roll your eyes and stare right back, hoping your false bravado will help with the way your heart beats much too fast whenever he’s around.

“it’s impolite to stare at people,” you say quickly, tugging the blanket around you securely and leaning against the railing.

he hadn’t meant to stare, but you looked so intense that he couldn’t help it. or, that’s what he’s telling himself, anyway.

“relax,” he casts a glance over to the ocean, takes note of the way small waves knock softly against the side of the ship, “i called your name several times, you just didn’t hear me.” he’d only called it out once, but, again you weren’t really paying attention — and he was well aware of that.

you blink slowly and press your lips together, quietly contemplating his words. you do have a tendency to stay in your head, preferring to keep certain thoughts and opinions to yourself — a troubling habit you picked up over the years out of necessity — although, with him you’re much more willingly to share. law commands that sort of honesty, and you give it freely; much to the chagrin of a particular member of your crew. one who insists on inserting himself in your life whenever possible.

a question floats around his mouth, one that he’s been toying with for a few days now; it slides down his tongue, heavy with implication. he knows that if he asks it now, you might not be able to look at him the same way, so he’s careful with which words he handpicks, and as he readies himself, a hand grips his shoulder from behind.

really, law should blame you for distracting him, for dulling his senses — for always making him feel more relaxed than he normally feels — but he knows that this time it’s his fault. since he intentionally sought you out tonight, when he knew — or, he thought he knew, anyway — that everyone else would be asleep.

leave it to sanji to always defy his expectations.

the sigh he lets out is one built out of frustration and equal parts annoyance. “what is it now?” a clipped response from the captain of the heart pirates, one that sanji does not appreciate one bit.

“excuse you, but what are you doing with y/n this late at night?”

you pinch the space above the bridge of your nose, close your eyes, and count to ten slowly. maybe this is all a terrible, terrible dream. but, as their voices elevate, as sanji keeps insisting that law is somehow trying to corrupt you — for the umpteenth time since the sunny left punk hazard — your tolerance diminishes. law barely hears a word sanji says, even though the latter gets in his face and restarts the same argument they were having before dinner.

“sanji,” you call out sternly, your voice carrying his name forcefully in the air, prompting the curly-browed cook to look over at you. his eyes widen a bit at the severity in your tone.

“i’m only looking out for you.” it’s the dejected look that seals the deal for you. it’s possible you’re much too soft-hearted to be a pirate, but you tug on sanji’s arm and half-drag him away from law. sanji is sputtering nonsense about how law is actually more devious than you realize, how there’s something off about the way he always manages to get you alone — and you listen, or you try to, but you can’t help but feel that sanji’s overprotectiveness is misguided in this instance.

and, no matter how many times you try to convince him otherwise, sanji won’t budge on his position.

it’s not like law can stop the cook from acting that way towards you; from what he’s gathered, you’re a runaway that found a home with the straw hats. your devil fruit power is fascinating, as are your medical skills — and as a surgeon, he’s impressed with your ingenuity — but he’d be lying if he admitted to those being the only reasons why he’s interested in you.

just like you, he has a tendency to keep things to himself; this, he tells himself later on, is an absolute necessity. one that he needs in order to safely navigate the mysteries surrounding your existence.

what initially starts as awkward, tense moments, quickly morphs into relaxed conversations, prolonged glances, and inside jokes. it’s a surprise, really; law isn’t the sort to easily let his walls down without putting up a fight, but you make it easy. it would be suspicious if he was being smarter about things; but he’s not, unfortunately.

during this time, his relationship with sanji takes a turn for the worse; to the point that the other members of your crew take notice and try to break them up whenever possible. it’s always the same argument, one that you’ve memorized and spit back at sanji in retaliation.

“you’re not listening, he’s a despicable man, y/n, really!” sanji’s concern does come off as genuine, even as he pulls out another cigarette to smoke, his agitation eating up any residual tranquility lingering in his body.

“uh huh,” you say, flipping through a dense textbook, the font small but legible. “you’ve yet to give me a reason, big brother.” you smile to yourself when sanji huffs and focuses on smoking for a moment. he loves pulling the surrogate, self-proclaimed older brother card at his leisure, but when you do it, it’s a problem.

not that he means anything by it; sanji is quite fond of you, in a way that he isn’t with the others. when you first join the straw hats, he recognized the grief that you carried on your shoulders — it mirrored his, in a way. so he sort of adopted you; it’s a sweet gesture that you’ve always appreciated. after leaving home, you miss having a family — and he cherishes you in a way your parents never did. 

that warmth will never leave you, no matter how much time passes.

after his third drink, sanji points a finger at law accusingly. “you’re ill-bred,” he declares, cheeks flushed as he narrows his eyes at the pirate in question. he promised earlier to not start any trouble, but that all went out the window when he saw the two of you together — laughing, smiling, fingers touching more than necessary.

all he can think about is how he can’t fathom the idea that you might actually like law — and that the feelings might also be reciprocated.

law, having foreseen this conversation, but not doing a damned thing to prevent it from occurring, simply asks, “don’t you get tired of saying that?” because he certainly is. it’s not unusual for someone to be overprotective of their younger sibling, however you are also a functioning adult that is more than capable of making decisions for herself. no matter the consequence.

“i’ll say it as many damn times as i need to.”

the argument is a circular one, but because law’s in a good mood, he entertains it. “you’re being ridiculous.” the amount of energy the blond pirate puts into defending your honor is absurd, and has law pouring himself another drink.

“i’m warning you,” sanji jabs a finger against law’s chest, “i’ll kill you before you hurt her.”

at that, law snaps. “what the hell is your problem? i’m not trying to kill her.” if anything, law would reason that you’re the one killing him. he’s never been this enamored with someone before, so the uncomfortable, awkward feelings that swarm through him routinely are enough to scramble his thoughts. which only makes him more susceptible to sanji’s bullshit.

with narrowed eyes, sanji frowns deeply. “i don’t believe you,” he pauses when he catches you watching them from across the room, so he lowers his voice, “and one day y/n will see right through you, too.” he’d make sure of it. 

while sanji busies himself with plotting against the allied pirate captain, you busy yourself with prying answers out of law. it’s not that he wants to keep things from you, but he doesn’t think confronting sanji will solve a thing. still, it’d be unfair if he kept you completely in the dark, so he feeds you bits of the conversation, enough that you get the picture. it’s not your fault, you know that, but you apologize to law anyway, and decide to talk to sanji again in the morning. maybe after the festivities are over, he’ll regain some of his common sense.

[divine-jupiter]

The Power of Scorpio Venus

9 Things You Should Know About Us From an Actual Venus in Scorpio:

We love our freedom and we are not as suffocating or clingy as most astrologers proclaim; all we want is RESPECT and an UNDERSTANDING that a romantic connection holds deep meaning to you. We want to be understood for how we showcase our love language, that our emotions and sexual expression is as much a sacred ritual as it is a pleasurable act. We are seeking to find true love through letting go. When we can trust someone like that, can be SEEN by someone like that... it's all we've ever wanted.

Just bc we are highly sexual does not mean we waste our sexual energy. Though our Venus is in detriment, there is an immense concentration of power for Venus in Scorpio. We look to reach into the deeper realms of being through sexual connection to CREATE energy, not deplete us or our partner. Venus rules over abundance and sex itself is an art of power, yet not power in the human sense. Scorpio here is an ultimate death of egoic self and transformation through sex. The trick is relinquishing power and trusting in the expansive energy of the Soul. This is true Power, not dominion over another.

We are not for the uninitiated or the faint of heart. We seek true multidimensional expression. This can be difficult to the human ego for most on this planet bc it is linear. Scorpio Venus natives have a way of sniffing out the truth and the PAIN behind it in a person, which can make us hated. Like Scorpio Moons, we act as a mirror reflecting back the wound to the individual for healing. But a Scorpio Venus must ALWAYS remember that it is not our job to save someone from themselves. We are only the mirror.

Don't be surprised when you find a Scorpio Venus native knowing Sex Magick. It comes natural to us. ;) We can use this channeling magick even without a partner to manifest abundance of all kinds. Remember that Venus is the Goddess of luxury and all pleasures. Even if this native hasn't practiced Sex Magick, they've looked into the more hidden aspects of sex, especially occult practices. Taboo, dirty sex in the woods or in dark places where the true energy comes out. This is what Scorpio Venus thrives on. She likes the side of her lover that is rejected by society. That's where a lot of the toxicity comes from when discussing this placement. We stand in the face of the beast and do not flinch.

We need separation from our romantic partners more than you'd think. Scorpio energy is immersive, but even natives like us need our space to remember we are a separate entity to the relationship, that we have our own dreams and aspirations. We can switch off completely from our partner or sex and go on our own solitary journey when we need to. We thrive on deep soul exploration and we can't do that with a lover distracting us.

We love water. We dream about it. We want to live near the ocean and we always imagine the early hours on the beach before dawn or hours after sunset with those beautifully cold and glittering stars. Some of us can even have a fear of the water, yet be so inevitably drawn to it bc we know deep down that it will help us remember ourselves and heal whatever is hidden beneath.

People obsess over us and we hate it. No, we actually fucking hate it. A lot. Stop being so obsessed with us and thinking you need to save us or own us or that we are broken somehow. We are not broken. We are REAL. There is a difference.

Some of us with social placements know how to verbalize what someone has wanted to say all of their lives and just never had the ability or awareness of how to say it. We put the words together out of nowhere and say it so quickly that the person is stunned. I don't know how many times I've had someone reply back to me, "Say that again bc that was perfect" or "I wish I had a recorder and then I could play that back at anyone who ever questions why I do what I do." Yeah, you're welcome but I'm not saying it again. Scorpio placements don't like repeating themselves.

We enjoy things with a perfect balance of dark, rich, bitter and sweet. We don't like gaudy sweets or excessive sugar. No thank you.

[chihirolovebot]

Could I request the prompt one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other for Byakuya Togami

✫ pairing — byakuya togami / gender neutral reader

✫ word count — 1.6k

✫ content — fluff, light cursing, so much consent bc that is so sexy, flustered byakuya, light makeout, kissing, soft byakuya, future foundation arc, asahina cockblocking </3

because byakuya has never had this.

as rich and wealthy and connected as he was, he has rarely even really had anything just to himself. everything, every crumb of food and scrap of clothing and every yen was a mad scramble between him and his siblings.

plus, he's just never been interested. people were equally as boring as they were predictable, and you were among the worst. so holier-than-thou during the killing game, proclaiming your wishes for peace and friendship with tears in your doe eyes. it was almost laughable.

and now... well. he's grown up, he supposes.

"good morning," he intones as he walks into hq, just like every morning, and he thinks, just like every morning, that four years ago he wouldn't even deign to speak to you. he would miss that flash of recognition in your eyes, and the fondness that came after it, and he wouldn't even know how hollow he'd feel without it.

you're wearing a suit. violet. it offsets your eyes nicely, actually, not that he's noticing. your tie is slack around your throat, two buttons undone, and one side of your shirt is untucked. sloppy. he finds it doesn't bother him so much these days.

you blink up at him, surprised. predictable, but then you always have been. it's only recently that byakuya has begun to find it less than intolerable.

"are you sure you should be here already?" you chew your pen. disgusting habit - he makes a reminder never to borrow stationery from you as he sinks into his desk and switches his monitor on. "aoi thought you'd been resting for another couple days..."

he throws you a look. "you didn't?"

a hint of a smile. byakuya is disconcerted at how at-ease it makes him feel. "no, of course not. i know firsthand how stubborn you can be. you should be at home, though."

really, you're all making a big fuss out of nothing. he tells you as much, but you only shrug.

"just worried for you, you don't have to bite my head off." his expression must be shocked, because it flusters you a little. "what? i can't be worried for my friend?"

friend. the word still sends his heart skipping a beat. he's just not used to it, that's all, he tells himself. it has nothing to do with the fact that it's you saying it.

stop it.

stop thinking about it.

"togami?" you've got to your feet, hovering beside him uncertainly. "are you alright? are you in pain?"

your shoes are scuffed. he offered to buy you new ones last month, but you refused. he still puzzles over that.

"hm?" he finally dredges up. "fine, obviously."

you say nothing.

"stop looking at me like a wounded animal, would you?" he snaps. "i'm not in any pain."

your mouth sets into a frown. your eyes dart away from him. "i really was worried, you know."

is it hard to breathe for you, too? why are you telling him this? "i..."

he's struggling to speak. when has he ever struggled to speak?? he tries to make himself think, but his head is clouded by how close you are, the subtle sweetness of your shampoo, your hand hovering anxiously beside his arm. don't you know by now that you can touch him? don't you know that he looks forward to it?

no. you don't— stop thinking like that.

"i thought i told you," he finally chokes out, "to call me byakuya."

your eyelashes flutter in surprise. "seems... a little informal."

"we did survive a killing game together," he reminds you softly. "i think we broached informality a little while ago."

your face cracks into a weak smile. "i suppose so."

byakuya wants to kiss you. the thought sends him into a state of cold terror. he has never wanted to kiss anybody before, and so he never has. but then, he's never had anybody like you before. he thinks, by the way your eyes flick to his mouth, that you know he wants to kiss you.

he wants to hide. your eyes score right into him, peeling back every shadowy layer and bringing his deepest, most vulnerable and most stupid thoughts into the stinging light. and yet - if there's anybody he trusts to handle those, it's you.

your hands reach out, trace over the sharp vertices of his jaw. he chokes on a breath as your fingers come to rest on his face, your touch feather-light, giving him so much time and opportunity to pull away.

... he should pull away.

but he doesn't, for some demented reason. you've frozen him, rendered him immobile. pinned him to the chair with that blazing look in your eye.

"this okay?" you murmur. your voice is so soft he can barely hear it over the hum of the electric fan making lazy circles over his head. the question eludes him. why are you asking him? nobody has ever asked him. it makes him feel strangely, scarily young.

wordless, he nods.

you bring your face close to his. you don't have to lean down much to do it, because he's still tall even sitting. he remembers towering over you during the killing game, but oh, how the roles have reversed. it's a little scary, but the list of things byakuya togami is afraid of is very short, and you are the last thing that would ever be on there.

so he waits. the first brush of your lips on his shouldn't shock him as much as it does, but he barely holds back a bodily shudder at the contact. it's so light, tender, careful - like he's made of glass. he feels like he's cracking at the seams.

"okay?" you check, your mouth hovering over his. he's breathing your air; it smells like the fruit gum you always chew, the one you offer to him every day without fail even though he declines each and every time.

he swallows reflexively. and then he nods again.

you close the gap; your mouth is soft on his, and his eyes have barely begun to close before you pull back. immediately, he becomes defensive; if you don't want to kiss him after all, why all the performance? but you're still looking at him -- like that, like he's a thing worthy of being handled gently. like you want more. and then he realises you're holding back for him, that he hasn't said a word in almost two minutes and his face is hot and his hands are trembling where they rest on the armrests of his chair.

back in the killing game, he thought of you as a liability. loathe as he is to admit he, he can't stand the thought of you thinking of him in similar terms.

and so this time he surges forward and kisses you. your muffled yelp of surprise buzzes against his mouth and sends liquid lightning through his veins. you breathe into the kiss, like you're adapting to him already, like you were modelled for this. like you both were built for each other. you push forward, taking the lead again, your hands tightening on his jaw and wandering to the foam of his hairline. you grip, hard, and he released a choked gasp into your mouth.

he wants you closer. but his hands are suddenly clumsy, like his own sure ones have been hacked off and makoto's have been sewn on in their place. all he can do is grip desperate fistfuls of your clothing, hope you get the message, and lament the trembling mess you've reduced him to.

you stumble onto the chair, your legs on either side of his, squeezing his thighs like a vice, and his fingers tighten on your shirt.

"okay?" you gasp, pulling back for a split second. byakuya blinks, dazed, at the vision of you before him - flushed, clothing ruffled worse than before, hovering over him with your head encircled by a stark white office light overhead.

"yes," he groans, already pulling you back. "just—"

"okay," you whisper into his mouth. "got you."

you do. you do. you do. you have him. you always have.

and then—

"oh!"

you jump apart, eyes flying to the door which has just burst open. a glittering strand of saliva swings between your disconnected mouths, falls over your chin. togami longs to reach up and wipe it off.

asahina stands at the door, mouth agape, bright eyes bugging out of her head, dark cheeks beginning to flush wine-red in earnest. a loose sheaf of papers tumbles from her arms.

there's a second of frozen time, wherein byakuya feels every muscle in your body tense, wherein asahina's disbelieving eyes flick from him, to you, and back again, and wherein he resigns himself to the mortification that will surely follow with little more than a displeased sigh.

and then, the spell breaks.

"i - i'm so sorry!" asahina cries, and dives down to collect her papers. "i was just... makoto asked me to print something, b-but..."

you scramble off of his lap. "n-no, it's fine! i'm sorry! we - were just–"

byakuya prays you don't try to lie. not only because it would be fruitless and embarrassing, but - well. maybe he doesn't necessarily want you to rush to cover up the fact that you were kissing him. the tips of his ears burn.

"never mind!" asahina babbles. "i'll just - i'll go, um, you two, um, carry on. but make it quick, i guess, because kyoko will be here soon and, um, y-yeah. see you two later!" and with that, she charges straight back out of the door, letting it swing awkwardly shut behind her.

in the ringing silence, you wipe your chin and turn to look at byakuya with wide, embarrassed eyes. mouth pressed into a thin line, he shrugs. what can you do?

he tries not to feel too gratified when you duck your head to stifle a laugh. you really haven't changed that much, he reasons. you're all still children, really.

[edensrose]

I really loved the little drabble you did for sauron/mairon with the prompt "I can't lose you again" and I'd love to see you expand that story line. Either how they met or what it was like after reader finally joins Sauron

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ mairon ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. you were the lover of mairon, something you had never had thought would come to an end. what happens when your beloved falls from grace? leaving you behind with the shattered pieces of your heart ( angst ៸៸ corruption )

· ⊰ note. love, I ADORE you for requesting this bc damnit I love this concept so much. here, I've written the story behind this imagine. hope you enjoy <3

ʚ You and Mairon were happily together, a couple which most of the valar and mair looked upon fondly. For centuries the two of you were all over one another, the smith and his darling, as most of them called you. Joined by the hip is what they often described the two of you as, a bond so strong that many convinced themselves that even Ilúvatar himself could not break you apart 

ʚ You were a maia of Manwë, who took favour in you. An angel of the heavens is what many referred to as. When not preoccupied with your dutied as a maia you often found yourself in the forge, spending time with your lover who worked himself to the bone - something you did quite fancy but you were working through it together. You would sometimes stray him away from his work simply for a date in the skies or a walk in the gardens; you were the only one able to pull him from his work 

ʚ Mairon had gifted you a promise ring, a vow that you would one day be his bride. The two of you had decided to wait, but it bothered you not; you were happy with him regardless of whether you were his wife or not. He promised to wed you after he bettered himself. Unfortunately, such a vow would never come to pass, as Mairon’s story took a wicked twist 

ʚ You could sense a change in him, his mannerisms, behaviour. The way he spoke of the valar was far from what he once did, his commentary on the world that you called your home, his critiques, all of which began to spell out trouble. There were a few times you confronted him out of concern, but he brushed you off each time, assuring you that everything was alright and that you were merely imagining things 

ʚ It came as a shock to you, the day you discovered the actuality of the situation. Mairon had taken a fall from grace and was in fact, a servant of the rebelling Melkor. You were devastated, knowing full-on well of the fate that awaited your beloved should he continue to follow this path. When he proclaimed his allegiance to the dark lord you pleaded with him, begged him not to choose this life of chaos and destruction

ʚ He had offered you to come with him - to join him in the ranks of the dark one. He promised you everything, the world even - if you just stayed at his side as you had for centuries. To be his bride as you were always meant to be. Alas, you could not betray your people, let alone your vala, and so you refused him. A large part of you thought that he would stay, deny the dark lord after your refusal. . . and that part of you shattered into a thousand pieces when the love of your life, your would-be husband, left you behind 

ʚ You were in a state, consumed by grief to the point where you could not even carry out your duties for an indefinite amount of time. Many of the valar and maiar looked upon you with sympathy as they watched you become a shadow of your former self. It had gotten to the point where you isolated yourself from all for quite some time

ʚ Even after you ended your seclusion, things were never the same. The hole in your heart left you empty, filling with great misery and yearning for the one who once promised you everything. There were many times in which Aulë found you in his forge, sitting beside the smithing table Mairon often worked at. The same place where he forged the promise ring which you still wore to this very day 

ʚ “Y/N. . . are you fairing well?” “. . . Aulë,’’ you’d murmur, eyes brimming with tears as you attempt to hold back the strain in your voice. “I -” sharp breath, shoulders quaking. “I miss him.’’ A sob breaks past your lips as you clench your palm holding the ring, bringing it to your chest as a gentle hand finds your shoulder. “I miss him, I miss Mairon. My Mairon.’’

ʚ It was heartbreaking to all who saw you in this state of despair, but alas, nothing could be done. You were subjected to live through this fate of being separated from your lover, for all eternity it seemed. And a part of you was angry, oh, you were furious. Yet not at him, no. Your frustration instead directed towards the one who, in your mind, allowed for all of this to happen - Eru Ilúvatar. You knew it was wrong to question him and his ways, but how could you not with all that was happening? He allowed for Melkor to exist, to rebel, for all this mess to find its way into your perfect world

ʚ These thoughts only festered when you had to face Mairon during one of the many wars brought upon Middle Earth. You were in a state, to say the very least. You were one of the maia who could match him strength, so of course you were the one to face him throughout the various, agonising battles. Throughout it all you tried to bury your feelings, to tell yourself that you were doing the right thing. Yet every time you looked at him you felt your resolve falter

ʚ Why couldn’t you be happy? Why shouldn’t you? After all, you had never done wrong in your life. You served your vala and creator with great loyalty, you did all that had been asked of you. What gave them the right to demand such loyalty when all it had brought you was pain and suffering? When they could not even spare your lover from this cruel fate known by the creator himself? You deserved to be happy. . . so why shouldn’t you be selfish?

ʚ Perhaps. . . that is the very thing that at last, shattered your will. You wanted to be selfish, to have what you want, to be with whom you loved: Mairon. And if that meant a fall from grace, being seen as an enemy of the valar? Then so be it. 

[nightmanatee]

Would you like another ship for the game? Because I would love to know about Jenny x Vastra, too, if you feel like it?

omg someone (@jenastraflint) is going to judge me anyways but yeah here we go:

who said i love you first? i kinda feel that it was vastra (i kinda WANT it to be vastra in all honesty). who would have the other’s picture as their phone background? vastra... but only because she lived long enough to witness smartphones i'm sorry. i can see both of them carrying pics in their pendants. who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror? strax. he warns them every time he wants to leave the house. who buys the other cheesy gifts? JENNY. i can see her going to fairs every weekends only to but a fancy gift to her wife. who initiated the first kiss? canonically? vastra (in the deep breath). overall? imagine if it was jenny bc suddenly vastra is all nervous and flustered and jenny just kisses her (and also she's old and grumpy and is scared her feelings are not mutual?) who kisses the other awake in the morning? vastra!!! who starts tickle fights? i- who asks who if they can join the other in the shower? strax. he always wonders WHY miss jenny and madam vastra CAN be economic and shower together but suddenly scream when he wants to join them. who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch? jenny, it has to be her. who was nervous and shy on the first date? kinda same answer as the first kiss. i want it to be vastra bc she looks so cool and confident but imagine her being vulnerable for jenny? who kills/takes out the spiders? vastra sdl;fkjsdfklj. who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk? just because i feel like vastra can't get drunk she did act like she was at first only to talk to jenny honestly.

[marie-hoe]

Teaspoons

Poly!Evanstan x Uni!Reader 

Words: 1180

Warnings: petty arguments; trouble in paradise; age gap (reader is in 20′s in college)

Requested: Yes, but the request was kinda long; It’s the one about the tiktok speculations and unfollowing each other on Instagram for the anons posted it an hour early bc I can't keep things from you guys ♥️♥️

masterlist

"Dirty socks, in the hamper, please!" You yelled throughout the house, earning groans in response.

"Baby, where did you put the teaspoons?" Sebastian groaned from the kitchen, drawers slamming shut as he searched furiously. 

"What do you mean? They're teaspoons; they're with the spoons," Chris said gruffly as if it were obvious as he walked in the kitchen behind Seb, reaching around and grabbing them out of the drawer with the spoons. 

You’d been home for a while now. Covid had your campus grounds limiting class size and changing the way they did class, so you had decided to stay home and do zoom classes. 

It was nice, being home with Chris and Sebastian all of the time, but at the same time, the three of you were not used to being together with everyone 24/7. Things were getting a little tense around the house, and the boys had begun getting into little arguments. 

Like over the placement of teaspoons. Seb kept putting them in the cabinet with the measuring cups, but Chris thought they should be in the drawer with the spoons. You couldn’t care either way, as long as they were clean when you needed them... But it was the same thing every time one of them couldn’t find them. 

“It’d be easier if they were with the other measuring tools,” Sebastian muttered under his breath as you entered the kitchen with them. You stayed silent, not bothering to inject yourself in their silly arguments, and got a glass of water. 

“Baby, they’re spoons,” Chris groaned, frustrated no one understood his logic behind the placement. 

You saw Sebastian roll his eyes as you jumped up and perched yourself on the counter between the two, watching from above the way they grew more frustrated but tried containing as everyone knew it was ridiculous. 

“We could get another set of teaspoons to put with the measuring cups?” You suggested, looking at each of them as Chris scoffed. 

“No, darling, they’re freaking spoons!” He exclaimed, clearly not giving up his stance on the matter. 

“Chris, we get it, they’re fucking spoons!” Sebastian yelled back. 

You sighed heavily, eyes growing wide as you just sat in silence watching the argument unfold. 

“I just think they should go with the other spoons. They could get lonely...” Chris said, trailing off as if he could hear how insane he sounded. 

“Chris, on a scale of 1 to 10, how freaked out would you be if people saw you had teaspoons with the measuring cups?” Sebastian quirked, smirking. 

“What? 0. That’s crazy.”

“Yeah? Maybe we should just ask Instagram where they belong?”

“I don’t really think that’s necces-”

“Where do teaspoons go? With the spoons or with the measuring cups,” he said as he typed on his phone. 

“Don’t do that,” Chris warned, coming closer to the both of you. 

“Too late,” he sang, showing the both of you the poll on his Instagram story. 

Chris looked at you dumbfounded as you shrugged your shoulders, not having a dog in this race at all. 

“I can’t- Seb that’s- fine,” Chris stammered as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening the app and searching for Sebastian’s name. 

“What are you doing, honey?” You asked innocently, craning your neck over to look over his shoulder. 

“Unfollow,” he proclaimed as he clicked the button on the phone. 

Sebastian scoffed, pulling Chris’ account up to do the same. “Right back at ‘cha!”

You sat silently, eyes silently judging the pair as the nearly 40-year-old men acted as though they were teenagers. They hardly knew how to use Instagram, yet were unfollowing one another over a stupid argument... congratulations on your two baby boys.

They walked away, each going in a separate direction, as you jumped down from your perch. You grabbed the spoons, cursing them quietly, “stupid fucking spoons...” before you placed them in the strainer. The only place the three of you would be able to decide they could go. 

The next morning, the fight had been forgotten. Both men now returning to acting like men and sat together at the kitchen counter as you were studying in the living room. 

You could hear them quietly, Sebastian giving aid and suggestions to Chris on A Starting Point. They were trying to keep quiet, knowing you were about to take a test and the house had an open layout, so the living room was feet away from the kitchen counter they sat at. You sighed contently, enjoying the fact they were back to getting along as you answered the facetime call from your college friend. 

The both of you got together on facetime to take your psychology test together. It had taken half an hour, seemed to be an easy test, and once you had finished you both began catching up. 

“Did you see that tiktok that I sent you?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t. What was it about?”

“Apparently, Chris and Sebastian unfollowed one another on Instagram, so it’s speculating that they aren’t close anymore. Kinda sad, they seemed like best friends during the Avengers.”

You hid a smile, wanting to laugh as you glanced up from your computer at the men who were both laughing into their hands. 

“I wouldn’t worry about it. I mean they’re almost 40, and it’s just social media. Does it matter that much?” You asked her, but at them. You felt them roll their eyes at you, feeling justified in their unfollowing of one another. 

She shrugged and laughed before the two of you bid one another goodbye. 

You looked up at them as they began laughing and chuckling freely. “They’re so funny. Not close anymore,” Chris laughed. 

Sebastian shrugged, “Could be closer,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Chris in a hug. 

“You guys are ridiculous.”

You watched as the boys kissed one another's cheeks, making up for good. Sebastian reached for Chris’ phone, typing his name up and following himself. 

“Love you Sebby,” he murmured against his neck. 

After that, you bought a new set of teaspoons, surprising them. One set stayed with the spoons, which the other set remained with the measuring cups. They only discovered there had been a new set when Sebastian needed them again, instantly opening the cabinet to reach in with the measuring cups by habit. 

He was ready to reach for the spoon drawer when his fingers found the teaspoons, shocked when he pulled them out and it was a brand new set. 

“Honey, look. She got us each a set!”

Giggling from your seat on the couch, you continued scrolling through tiktok.

“Jesus, come here, loves. Look. There’s a new speculation video.”

“Oooh God,” Chris said already laughing as they made their way over to you and looking over your shoulders.  

The video only showed screenshots of the boys following one another again, a simple caption of: The friendship is back.

You scoffed, knowing just how close of friends the boys were, and they chuckled. 

“They’re so ridiculous,” Sebastian muttered, flashing around his new teaspoons. “Look how clean they are.” 

[jonnnysuh]

Never Not - Park Jinyoung

Pairing: idol!Jinyoung x gender neutral reader

Summary: Your bad day is turned around when your childhood best friend, Jinyoung, returns to your hometown and takes you on a tour of your favourite memories together.

Genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: suggested sexual experience

Word Count: 4.3k

Requested by: Anon

A/N: Hi guysssss. I took a small break from tumblr bc I got super busy with work. I haven’t written something like this in a while, but I actually loved how it turned out. I recommend listening to Never Not by Lauv to get into the mood <33

Effort was hard to make these days. Even the way you walked had an unmistakable slouch. Your exhaustive strides were just a shallow reminder that there used to be a hop in your step. Five more minutes and you were free from the shackles of work. Free to figure out what to make for dinner, and appease the gurgles of your stomach.The seconds on the point of sale system didn't seem to move fast enough as you folded the customer's final item and shoved it into a bag.

When you were a kid, no one told you how exhausting being an adult was, and thus it became something to look forward to. You were so caught up on getting that first kiss, sneaking out to go to parties, seeing people that your parents didn't approve of, that you didn't realize that life didn't slow down from there. It was like you blinked, and you were no longer 16. Instead, you were twenty-something perpetually feeling like life was just an endless pit of "what ifs" and building up the courage to make something of yourself. Another mindless "Have a good day." escaped your lips as you bid a customer bye for the nth time that day. You wondered how many of your years would waste away telling others to have a good day, when you yourself hadn't had one in a while.

You pressed your fingers against your temple to sooth a small growing headache. Working in retail for as long as you had, you knew that the s-curved line of people didn't stop for your discomfort. With a fake smile on your face, you welcomed the next few customers as your eyes wandered around the store looking for the person who was going to take over for the next hour. Fifteen minutes past the hour, your replacement finally came. Externally, you wanted to scream and ask them what took you so long? but you knew that would only make you as good as the worst customer. Graciously, you nodded at them, before walking away to the back room to fetch your things and head out.

...

You stood against the wall at the bus shelter shivering from the cool summer breeze that was disguising just how rapidly autumn was truly coming. Today probably wasn't the best day to forget your coat.  You rubbed your arms for warmth, taking micro footsteps in place.  The pain in your feet made you romanticize the comfort of the sturdy old bus seats as a place of rest. You felt your phone in your pocket vibrate, but you let it ring out. You were determined to get a seat on this bus. A deep sigh escaped you as you surveyed the density of the crowd on the platform- the ride home was definitely going to be longer than usual. When the bus arrived, you queued behind a long line of people. Your phone rang a second time, at this point the crowd was getting larger and you knew you weren't going to get a seat on this bus.

PRIVATE CALLER 

"Hello?" you pressed your phone to your ear. Sometimes your mother used phone booths to reach you, so you expected her voice to be on the other end of the line. "I'm offended I had to call you twice for you to pick up."  The voice was much deeper, and the delivery much more lighthearted than anything that would've came out of your mother.  The absence of a greeting was distinct and direct, but no matter, you knew exactly who this was.

You felt the tenseness of your shoulders drop with just the sound of this voice. "If I had definitely known it was you, I wouldn't have picked up, Mr. Private caller." you jest with the phone  pressed between your ear and the crook of your shoulder.

"You know, I was gonna suggest that I pick you up, but just for that comment, I change my mind."

You poke your tongue at your cheek, coyly. For all the changes that occurred in your life, for some reason you could depend on Jinyoung's quick wit and humour to hit the spot even after all this time.

"That's fine, I just finished work so I was thinking of just going home anyways."  You had no idea he was even back in South Korea. Last you heard, he was on tour somewhere in North America. More than that, you couldn't even remember when the last time you actually talked was. You were curious about what he was up to these days, but you you knew any hint of urgency in your voice would lead to incessant teasing on his part. The line progressed slightly, but you still didn't feel any closer to the entrance of the bus.

  "I'm about to get on a bus home." 

"Well, don't get on." 

"If I don't get on then you're gonna have to repay me for the fare I paid to even get here." You eyed the bus reaching its capacity, and stepped aside. You twisted your fingers in hope that he was being 100% serious, otherwise you were going to have to wait out for the 6:30pm bus.

"I can't believe the cost of your attention is only $2. Do better." the voice quipped. 

"Okay, Jinyoung I guess I'll just get on, then." you threatened, although you had no intention of boarding the departing bus.

"Fine, fine. I'll pay for your fare. Just wait for me."

...

The sky had darkened tenfold since you hung up from Jinyoung's impromptu call. The streetlights glowed gold against the lavender backdrop of the sky. You sat on the bus shelter bench, swinging your feet back and forth as you waited for him. If he took even a minute longer, you vowed to somehow become the president of the Park Jinyoung hate club. Of course, you wouldn't actually, but the idea became more appealing the longer you waited. 

You weren't one to go on spontaneous outings- at least not since your teenage years. Recently, you followed the strict routine of work, home, sleep, and to stray from it seemed pointless. But the fact that he even thought of you when he came back home to South Korea was still not something you could wrap your head around.

In the distance, a glow of headlights appeared, stopping perfectly adjacent to your bus stop. The window rolled down, and there appeared Jinyoung's face in all its glory. To say all the words in your vocabulary disappeared would be an understatement. A part of you doubted he would even follow through. Without missing a beat, he returned a look to you. "You just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna get in the car?"

...

Your backpack was sitting atop your lap, bouncing with the movement of the car. Jinyoung hung one hand over the steering wheel. The orange and purple of the sky twisting, and creating a brand new colour that only seemed to grace the skies at this hour. The music was unidentifiable, but the volume was low enough that you didn't even bother trying to figure it out.

"So what'd you do today?" he asked. 

"I worked, I told you that." you replied, matter-of-factly.

"And how was it?"

"I honestly can't tell the difference between this week and last week. Or even last month. Same old, same old. Annoying customers, stale lunch, forgot my jacket at home even though it's 15 fucking degrees outside." 

"Do you still work at that clothing store you started at when we were 20?"

  Your eyes shifted, following the ever-changing scenery of the highway. No idea where he was bringing you, and yet you were brought to comfort by Jinyoung's habits.  You knew he didn't have a drug deal, or a random party planned.  Jinyoung was always the type to be home before midnight. He was a self-proclaimed goody-two-shoes, but you weren't completely fooled. You knew he could bend the rules if it seemed to serve him.

  "That exact same one."

 "Anything else?"

  You looked at him, the shock settling in that he was really right next to you-- no longer just a figure on a billboard that you used to know. The changes of his physicality were subtle; his face was more defined, but his cheeks still carried the baby fat that had been there since childhood. The shadow of his facial hair loomed on his smooth skin. The mole on the top of his lip, not necessarily gone, but faded. He looked older, but the aura of his presence remained the same.

"And then I was dumb enough to get into a car with a stranger because he said he'd give me $2."

Jinyoung side eyed you, causing you to erupt in laughter. His glare was also unchanging. "Stranger? Your memory's fading already?" He shook his head disappointedly. "I thought you still had a few good years left."

  "Oh yeahhhhhh. Sorry Jinyoungie. Didn't recognize you with all the fame." you pinched and pulled on his ear- both things a relic of your grade school years. When you were kids, you never let him forget the age gap. Granted, it was only 3 days, but that gave you the freedom to refer to him however you pleased, while he was stuck with the honorifics.

As you let go, the curve of his ear flushed red. "OWW.” he cried, swatting your hand away. “You’re lucky I’m driving otherwise I would pull your hair.”

Being raised with Jinyoung meant that you were inseparable but kind of in the worst way. If Jinyoung got  a good mark on a test, his parents would immediately flaunt it to yours. If you wanted to sneak out, he was on your tail telling you to go back home. And if he knew you liked someone, then that person would know soon enough by the words of Jinyoung. All of that warranted ear pulling, and if you did something in retaliation he would pull your hair.

He was one of the few people in your life, who encapsulated a certain time of your life.  The time in your life when you were young, and the world felt so big and everything was possible.

  The car rocked back and forth as it shifted into the elevated ramp of a parking lot. Your eyes widened as you realized where you were.  He lingered in his seat before popping his seatbelt off and exiting the car. You followed him, swinging the passenger door open.

  "So you randomly called me because you wanted to hang out at the...convenience store?" you gestured to the old, orangey building. The bricks were chipped, and the fluorescent lights illuminated the outside through the big glass window.  You remember the days when you and Jinyoung would sit on the parking blocks and split a bag of chips until you were chased off the property by the owner. He pulled on the store door, pressing his back to it and letting you enter first. 

"Well, I wasn't going to come here until you started yanking my ears. That's when I knew you were hungry."

Without stopping, you weaved through the store until you reached aisle 3- the snack aisle had become a home to you and Jinyoung when you were growing up. In grade school, you were both fearful of what was beyond the boundaries of your home and school so you indulged in after school snacks at the convenience to talk about the latest happenings in your life. As you aged, it became the place of solace after exams, or the meetup location for last minute plans.

  He picked up a package of gummy worms, and shook them in your face. "Do you remember what happened the last time we ate theseeee?" Jinyoung smirked. For a moment, you were taken aback by how much he had grown. In your teens, you and Jinyoung met eye to eye. Now, you felt like you had to look up at him in order to be taken seriously.

  You crossed your arms, "Yeah, we ate them in the parking lot and you made me confess who I had a crush on." 

"Chan, right?" 

You nodded, with a sulk as you reminisced. "That wasn't fair."

 "Why? Do you still have a crush on him?" 

"I haven't thought about him in so long. You really think I'd have a lingering crush on a guy I haven't seen in years?"

Jinyoung shrugged, and shifted his feet. "You had a huge crush on him, though. You even stared at him like this." He rested his palm to his cheek, letting out a deep sigh while trying to maintain an enamoured expression. You snorted, hitting him on the chest. "You'd write his name all over your notebooks AND you bullied me into giving you one of my new ones." he added.

You let out a belly laugh. "And then I wrote his name all over that one too."

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. "They were premium quality notebooks. My aunt sent me them from the states!"

 "You had a kabillion of them. Besides, you pestered me for-like-ever to know who I liked, but you never even told me who you had a crush on." You grabbed the bag of gummy worms from his hand and placed it in your shopping basket. Your attention shifted, as you realized you should be in search of your favourite chocolates. You knew that you were far too old to be eating junk food for dinner, but there was something familiar about being hyped up on food that you knew would rot your insides. Your eyes landed on the top row of the wall, and before you could grab your favourite chocolates, Jinyoung stripped it from the wall and dropped it into the basket. He piled on a bag of sour cream and onion chips, and then you both ventured to the drink refrigerators.

  Both of you stared deeply at your drink options. On each level of the fridge, stood several different colourful drinks. If you knew Jinyoung, then you knew he would pick a Coke- it was something he swore by in your younger years. You hummed, mentally deciding between an iced tea or a vitamin water.  You weren't sure why it bothered you when Jinyoung picked up a Sprite, but you tried to hide your dismay. With an ice tea in hand, and a basket full of both of your favourite things, you made your way to the cashier.

  At the last moment, Jinyoung placed a bright yellow umbrella on the checkout counter. He looked down at you, surely, “You never know when it’s gonna rain.”

...

The following car ride to your next destination only lasted about 3 minutes before he parked on the side of the road and dragged you down the street, with the plastic bag full of your foods in hand. 

"I should've known you were going to bring me here." you said, strolling down the familiar gravel pathway towards your elementary school. All colour in the sky had disappeared now, finding it hard to see anything but the outline of each other and some features.

  Both of you settled on the grass field, onlooking the tall school building that was the foundation of your formal years. As soon as you opened the bag of chips, you found yourselves deep in conversation, talking about what life had been for him the last few years. You couldn't help but be in awe when he explained the rush he got when he got on stage, and how he got anxiety when he thought he wasn’t doing his best.  The candidacy of his thoughts drew you in and you were surprised that he trusted you with his secrets. 

All these years, you had always wondered what he was up to, if he was living a life far better than the one he left at home.  To everyone else, he was this huge pop star that had travelled the world 3 times over, but to you, he was your best friend who left home at 16. You had seen him through the bad hair phases, the adolescent temper tantrums, the voice cracks, and the questionable fashion choices both your parents had put you in.

  He leaned back on his arms as he gazed at the school. "Are you afraid of change?" You were silent for a moment as you thought. "On a scale of 1-10?" you rocked your head back and forth. "It's a 15."

Jinyoung raised his eyebrows. You held your legs to your chest, and looked at him. "Why?"

He opened his mouth, but quickly closed it and looked smugly in the other direction. "Heyyy." you poked him repeatedly. "You can't just ask me that and not tell me why."

He enclosed his hand around your finger, forcing your poking to come to a halt. It felt like he was studying your face. Never in your life had you ever felt like you were under the scope of Jinyoung's gaze. The darkness of the sky acted as a mask, hiding your blushing face.

"It was the last thing I asked you before I left." he admitted. "I asked you that when things were about to change big time for us… I always wondered if you resented me for leaving you behind."

  The last day before Jinyoung left to become a full-time trainee, you two snuck on to this very same field. Both of you ran across the grass, picking up dandelions; believing that if you gathered enough and blew on them, that they would fuel your wishes.

  “You thought I could resent you?” He nodded. “Well, for starters, I hate your guts.” You replied sarcastically, causing him to look at the ground with embarrassment and your face softened at the sight of it.

  “You know what I wished for on all of those dandelions, Jinyoung?”

 “Not to fail the math exam.” Even in a soft moment, he couldn’t help but be sly. “No!” You exclaimed. 

“Well, you should’ve. You got a 48.” He sensed your killer look on him. “So what’d you wish for?”

You played with your fingers. You thought you’d take this secret to the grave. “I wished that you’d be successful in whatever you chose to do.” His eyes enlarged, alarmed at your confession. “but maybe I should’ve wished for the math thing.”

  Jinyoung giggled, inching closer to you so your legs were pressed against each other. 

“What did you wish for?” You asked. He smiled with the side of his mouth, shaking his head. 

“I wished that I’d always find my way back home.” “Oh goddd.” You gagged. “you’re so corny.”

 “What about you, huh? You used your wish on me!” he bellowed, his voice echoing against the school playground. 

“Hey, I might just be the reason why you’re famous.” You fought back.

You flipped your phone over, 7:53, the brightness of it only barely illuminating the dark. You thought about what you would be doing at this moment if you weren’t here, if he hadn’t picked you up.  Mmm probably falling asleep to a tv show. Probably dreading tomorrow. Probably not as happy.

"But what did I say? You know… the first time you asked me that question?” You couldn’t even begin to imagine how 16-year-old you answered.

  "You said you were excited to see who we were going to become.” The words of your younger self were so hopeful, yet your current self felt hopeless. Your expression sank, and Jinyoung offered a small smile to revive it. He felt guilty having asked you the question in the first place.

You sat in silence for a bit, dwelling on the excitement for life that you once had. Where was it? And how could you get it back?

“I feel like I’ve let myself down. I don’t even know who I am now.”

Jinyoung blinked slowly, watching his childhood best friend crumble. He rested a hand on your shoulder.  "I just look at you, and in so many ways you're the same. I still know what makes you laugh, and the way you say things. I can still pick out your favourite snacks, and know you’re gonna pull my ears when I do something to piss you off.” he yanked on yours softly. "Everything about you feels just how I left you. I feel my youth when I'm with you. But at the same time I’m comforted by how much you’ve changed.”

“I don’t think I’ve changed much.”

“You don’t see it, do you?” You shook your head no. “Do you remember how scared you were to even leave the house when we were kids? Now you live on your own. You never took anything seriously back then, but you’re now one of the hardest working people I know…” his voice softened. “And you let yourself be vulnerable with me when it used to take hours to drag it out of you.” You laid on his shoulder, and he rested his head on top of yours, snuggling closer. “You fear change, yet you’re changing right before your own eyes. And maybe one day, I’ll come back here, and I won’t even be able to recognize who you’ve become.” You sniffled, the idea of Jinyoung not remembering you broke your heart. You held your chest. “But if that day does come, it’ll be okay. Because I know that the person that you’ve become will have it all figured out.  I’ll always be rooting for every single version of yourself even if it doesn’t include me.” You sobbed quietly, interlocking your fingers with his. He held your hand tightly, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. For once, there was an action not done out of habit or relic. It was an action evoked just for this moment, and it was a change that you didn’t mind.

…

Jinyoung held your hand, leading you down a narrow road a few minutes away. The sound of crickets, barking dogs, and distant vehicles could be heard as you stood in the middle of the road of your childhood neighbourhood.

  You hadn’t been here since you moved in 2016. You looked up at the large modern house that sat on what used to be two lots. Yours and Jinyoung’s childhood homes were purchased by a wealthy business man and demolished to build the business man’s dream home. You stared at the foreign house that sat on the place of your childhood dreams and frustrations.

  Jinyoung placed his hands on your shoulders and stopped you at the exact halfway point between what was once his house and your house. You rubbed your arms as a gust of wind rushed by. Without thinking, Jinyoung slipped off his hoodie and placed it on top of your shoulders.

“I remember racing you down this street.” You piped up, pointing down the end of the road. Jinyoung always won that race. No one was faster than him on this street.

“I remember finding that stray puppy and fighting over who got to keep it.” He responded.

“It should’ve been me.” You bickered. Jinyoung laughed, amused at how you were always one to hold a grudge.

“Do you remember that day when it started raining soooo hard and we had to walk shoulder to shoulder under my umbrella?”

You nodded. “Ya, that was the same day with the gummy worms, you dummy.”

“So do you remember what happened right here?” He pointed at the exact spot you were standing. You racked your head for a memory, but nothing stood out to you clearly. You shook your head no. “We always said bye to one another here...but…?” you trailed off.

He took a step forward, both of you standing directly under the streetlight now. You watched his face light up as he likely played the moment back in his head. “So that day, standing under my umbrella, we were about to go our separate ways. You turned into me.”

He took another step closer, popping open the bright yellow convenience store umbrella and holding it over your heads.

You could see it now. It was drizzling so hard, even your hair wasn’t protected from getting soaked.   You wrapped your hands around the handle, just like how you did back then. Chest to chest, huddled under the umbrella. Jinyoung locked eyes with you, your heart beat faster.

“And you looked at me, and I swear I was going to say everything I wanted to tell you right then and there.” Your mouth opened in shock. “This was the place where I almost told you I loved you.”

You studied the eyes of the boy you watched grow up. He looked scared, but sure. There was no doubt in your mind that Jinyoung meant what he said. He lowered the umbrella, not letting his gaze veer from you.

  Your life was just a build up of what if’s and trying to gain the courage to make something of yourself… but you didn’t want that anymore. With your heart beating out of control, you leaned into him, taking the risk and kissing his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the heat of the kiss.

A round of thunder boomed above you, and little by little, raindrops began to pour from the sky.

You and Jinyoung separated to look up at the sky. “I did say, you never know when it’s gonna rain.”

You both ran for the car, shoulder to shoulder, under the umbrella. From your heads to your toes, you were soaked in the rain, but neither of you cared. You silently thanked the world for every bad thing that happened to you today that led to this.

…

You blinked your eyes awake, surveying the damp clothes strewn across your living room floor, and the heat of the bare body laying next to you on the couch. You stared at your sleepy childhood best friend, a smile spreading across your lips. This was a change you were ready for. 

[loosesodamarble]

How about Lorelei for the character ask? 😁 Or if it's supposed to be just BC characters, then how about Finral?

Sun... You… 😳 You want to ask about an oc of mine? 🥺😭 (Don’t worry, those are happy tears!)

Of course I'll answer about Lorelei (and Finral)! I genuinely didn't intend for anyone to ask about my ocs but now that you have I just gotta do it! I really don't talk about my other ocs too much (which is my fault as their creator) so thank you for giving me the chance to just go all out!

..........

Lorelei Koascky

How I feel about this character: Lorelei's concept was one of those "my brain grabbed this and won't let go until I give it attention" sort of ideas. Her concept is basically a combination of Genya Shinazugawa from Demon Slayer (character who can't use the series standard power system and adds a gun) and Izuku Midoriya from My Hero Academia (character not born with power is a fanatic over powers). I do wish I came up with more ideas regarding her interacting with other characters.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: None! Lorelei is asexual and aromantic. Her one true love is magic.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Her and Julius have the ultimate magic-loving friendship. Julius would go wandering around Clover finding new magic and then when he comes back to Lorelei, she'll geek out over it too and probably write a ten-page essay about the mechanics and theoretical applications of it.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Not enough people know about her for there to be popular and unpopular opinions but here's something I think people would disagree with: Lorelei is just like Asta, with no capability for magic. I think some people would be upset with making Asta less special but I think it's important to Lorelei. Even if she can't use any magic, she loves the concept and how it exists in the world.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Uh... How do I address this question with an oc? Oh, how about I share something about how they affect canon? For Lorelei, she'd be watching the Magic Knight Entrance Exam and when none of the captains raise their hands for Asta, she goes "no takers? Okay, hey kid why not work with me?" Asta proclaimed he was going to be the Wizard King and she points out that she works directly with him so it'd be a great opportunity. However, Asta still ends up with the Black Bulls because he wants to help people as a Magic Knight. Even so, everyone else present is a little more aware of Asta because one of the Wizard King's close associates made an offer to him and not Yuno with his four-leaf grimoire (there was less opportunity but you get the idea).

My OTP: Lorelei and Julius. Strictly platonically. Julius needs a co-worker who will enable him.

My cross over ship: Let's see Lorelei meet Lady Nagant from MHA. Not romantically but I'd like to see them doing target practice together. And heck, Lorelei would totally be down for learning about Quirks. They're not magic but they're just, if not more, interesting.

A headcanon fact: Or just a fact since I created Lorelei. If I were to write a more complete Black Clover fic involving my ocs, I would definitely find a way for one of Lorelei's guns to end up in Asta's grimoire. She wouldn't even get mad because "oh my gosh that grimoire just absorbs things?! 🤩 And I have a student for gunmanship?! 👀” Also, gives her even more reason to want to research the grimoire. It's one thing for Yuno's grimoire to be able to absorb the spell used to summon the wind spirit. It's another thing for a ragged and peculiar grimoire to absorb a whole physical item!

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Finral Roulacase

How I feel about this character: Finral is very funny and likable. He’s a comical loser but in a way that makes me sympathize with him. He can be cowardly and brave. And his struggle to connect with Langris is touching. I want a friend like him in my life.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Finesse mainly. Little bit of Yami because it's popular with a couple friends.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Vanessa. They are the elder siblings of the Black Bulls and their teamwork at Seabed Temple and the Witches' Forest was really cool. Also, he needs to be friends with Nacht so they can vice captain the squad together. I also have him being friends with my ocs Helia and Josele, though the relationships are wildly different.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Finral is… kind of useless. Most every mage can use a broom to fly places and others have spells for traveling or mobility. Sure transportation spacial magic is useful for fast travel but it’s not any good for traversing to new locations, which standard mobility spells can accomplish.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: We recently got more reconciliation, and even teamwork, between the space bros. I just wish it didn't end how it did, that being too soon.

My OTP: Finral x Finesse. They're both such sweet people and Finral's humorous determination to be good enough for her really did endear me to him.

My cross over ship: I can’t really think of anyone. Sorry. 😔

A headcanon fact: He knows how to cook. Before Charmy came along, he was the main chef of the Black Bulls. He's decent enough, can get a nice sear on a steak and make good sauces. Nothing too fancy but he's better than just toast and cereal.

[lovespelt]

(I kinda like Sharing my weird AU Ideas with you lmao, this one is gonna be weird, buckle up)

Among Us + Bnha AU

..... But not in a game setting.

There are 10 people heading to THE SKELD.

7 crewmates.

3 Imposters.

2 are killers.

1 is an Alien.

Ok now that we have the dramatic effects aside.

Izuku is obviously the Alien. He's green all over lmao. ANYWAY.

He Stumbled upon the ship when he killed one of the supposing crewmate down on the launcher.

The humans have taken his spaceship with his food and one way ticket home.

He was hungry. And Mad.

He was so hungry, he ate a Human, but when he had his first bite, he couldn't stop. Human flesh was starting to be addicting to him.

He needed more but he didn't want to get caught. That's when he heard a buzzing voice in the helmet of the human he ate.

"Zzz... Izz...Ku.. D.. Come in... We are going to launch—1 hour.. —are sending you to.. — planet.. unknown.. Zzzzwe had this unknown..zzz..map on —... UFO... Ther—zz believe —hav—zzz a... Unknown life.. Zzhere. your crewmates — waiting...Zzfor You.."

A ship huh? Hundreds of miles away from earth? Heading to his so called home planet? With food Humans on board? And no secret government humans in it? Sounds like a vacation-back-home to Izuku.

He looks at the suit the previous human had worn.

He smiled.

He puts on the helmet.

And transforms.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

AAAAND AFTER THAT WHOLE SHIBANGBANG. He went to the ship and basically the whole thing started to have like the "1 Impostor" but none of the crewmates knew.

After Izuku's first kill of one of the crewmates. They panic.

They contacted the government officials about having an Alien on board that might potentially be the one that was inside the UFO they have back on earth.

So they became weary of each other.

Izuku feels full for a while but he's starting to feel hungry again.

Izuku kills another one. Another dead body and one witness.

He froze. He didn't think someone would come here in electrical.

He thought that person was gonna report him. He still had his tongue out, with blood all over his suit, a dead person on the ground.

He thought it was over for him. He closed his eyes. Waiting for the report.

5 seconds have past.

He opens his eyes to see the witness—

Blushing??? Was this person blushing?????

Then he heard a soft "oh." From him.

His guard is still up but now he's a bit weary. Why isn't this human freaking out? Why is he just standing there? Is... Is he ok??????

Izuku waved his hand in front of the human. Who is wearing a cyan colored suit.

The human snapped out of his trance.

"Why... Didn't you report the body...?" Izuku asked.

The human said nothing for a few more seconds. Until he said—

"That...uh.. was... Kind of hot."

".... What—"

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Ok so after a bit more explaining, there are now 2 Impostors, If you haven't guessed, Cyan is todoroki.

He would do killings as well now, with a knife he found in cafeteria. He would kill and cut the upper half and feed it to Izuku. so that way they wouldn't be sus of Izuku being alone all the time as well. He taught Izuku how to go through vents lmao.

So after this encounter, Izuku was still a bit more weary of todoroki. He would try to be more careful now, he wouldn't kill Todo anymore, he would look too suspicious if he did that now. Plus Todoroki gives him food to eat anyways so he'd be useful like that to him.

He saw a crewmate in reactor, doing the square button-thingy. He looked at the hallway of upper engine and lower engine.

No one on sight.

He was feeling a bit hungry now anyways.

He sneaked closer to the brown suited human.

And ate his upper body.

Then there was a gasp behind him, he turned around and saw 2 crewmates.

Where the hell did they came from?!?! He was sure nobody was walking down the hallway.

Then he remembered.

The Cameras.

Shit.

The white suited one reported the body.

_-_-_-_-_

Everyone was at the table. It was discussion time. There are 7 people left.

Izuku is now panicking. There are 2 witnesses already. How did he not see the camera light up? It was so bright! So much for being more careful.

Now he's gonna get ejected.

"I-IT'S HIM!! THE GREEN ONE!! I SAW HIM KILL BROWN IN REACTOR!!" The girl with the white suit exclaimed.

"I-IT'S NOT ME!!!" Izuku's defended weakly.

"THAT WAS A WEAK ASS LIE!! I SAW YOU!!! THE GUY WITH AN ORANGE SUIT WHO WAS WITH ME SAW YOU!!" White proclaimed.

Izuku is now sweating outside his suit. Todoroki decided to speak up.

" it's not him. I was with him last round, he did a scan on medbay, the scan can identify him if he is an Alien if his blood is different. He's a crewmate. He's not the Impostor here. You are sounding so sus right now." Todoroki lied.

White was shocked. "H-HE'S THE IMPOSTOR! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO SCAN!! YOU'RE LYING!! I SAW YOU BY ADMIN LAST ROUND WHERE THE BODY WAS!! YOU MIGHT BE WORKING TOGETHER!!" The girl in the white suit said.

She was very accurate to the truth.

"That makes sense... Two Impostors." The yellow suited girl thought out loud.

Izuku didn't know what to do.

"You can't prove that. It might be you who is Impostor. Blaming Green because he was near." Todoroki injected.

Why is he trying so hard? Why is he defending an Alien like Izuku? It makes his stomach feel weird. Must be the skull.

"Hah it's too late for that now pretty boy, Orange was with me the whole time, he saw green killed brown. Right Orange?" White smirked.

Orange has been silent for the whole meeting. He didn't speak up.

What is he thinking about??? Why isn't he confessing that he saw him kill??? Izuku was confused.

Then—

Red eyes meet green.

Orange opened his mouth and he said—

"White sus."

What.

"WHAT?!"

.White was ejected.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

OOOOOOOH, WHO COULD ORANGE BE?? *cough* Bakugou *cough*

ANYWAYYYYSSS

There are now 3 Impostors.

Would you look at that.

(yes this is a TDBKDK if you are wondering)

LMAO, I might make a part 2 of this tomorrow—or today? Idk I haven't slept for a while lol. Should I even do a continuation of this??? It's kind of long LMAOOOOO. This is it for now. I'm too fucking sleep deprived to think of an actual plot hahahahahahaa.

1) i am not normally a fan of evil izuku but i love izuku winning over todoroki and bakugou w his cuteness (yes i am weak for todobakudeku djndsad)

2) seriously dude do you have an ao3??? bc your writing is amazing and i feel like any of these au’s would make awesome full-blown fics :D!!! (like seriously!!)

[ghoulishhusband]

I just realized I can actually talk here. Like this is my account fuck u

Fucking uhhhhhh, hi ig lemme ramble abt my God ocs yea?

Ignore this part if you don't wanna hear (likely) unedited rambles lol it doesn't matter

CW: neglect/abuse, assholery/narcissism, manipulation, tread lightly!

read the under cut owo

Also don't steal my art I'll fucking?? Fight you????

So

I have three main gods that I wanna talk abt especially bc they've been on my mind lately.. Less get it, side notes are in (parentheses) and are bolded cause I have perception issues whoo I don't want it to jumble together is my point lol

First up is my asshole,

Giodine

they/them (preferred)

god/godself (i like pronouns that fit my characters, so I'm giving a bunch away for one night only at--)

ID : Giodine is colored with gold-ish yellow skin and ginger hair. Their eyes are a muted purple and they have tiny eyebrows. Their lips are a muted brown and are full looking, their nose is sharp and points down. They have wings for ears and is wearing a blazer with a long-sleeved, collared shirt underneath it. The background is beige with a yellow square and a dark purple square partially encompassing it. It is signed GH (for ghoulish husband), Spork, 21.

(lemme know if that helps at all! I'm sure I can do better so lemme know!)

If they look weird here it's bc I accidentally made their face too long but believe it or not this is in fact just a doodle Ik I'm so fuckin talented babes.

Anyways, they're basically the first God to ever exist on my version of earth (though even that is fickle rn, world-building is hard unless I hyper-focus on it, and haha Guess What I Haven't Been Thinking About) and they're very egotistical and selfish. As I'll probably yap about later is how they're manipulative as well, especially to another God I'll mention, and very neglectful to the other... other one.

Their partner(professionally), or fiend as they call him, is sam who for the first few eons was, unsurprisingly, absolutely terrible to him. A few tender moments are few and far in between in what could only be described as a completely rancid relationship. I'll describe giodine's side and in sam's lil ramble, I'll describe his :]

I have to explain this because it's a big part of the lore and how they can't work together, even when one of them is very much near The Void (technical death for gods) BUT basically, with Sam, giodine created purgatory. The issue here is that they basically seduced sam into doing it. Well, even if they hadn't, sam was in lesbians(happy pride month lmao) with giodine and would've done it anyway. But the ISSUE is that with the creation of purgatory came complications. See, my gods have to take time to develop into their power, and considering giodine was first and sam was around 666th.. you see the issue. Sam wasn't into his complete power yet and thus lost a giant part of it that went into purg.

See, giodine saw no problem with this (until much later, they do get a VERY SLOW BURN redemption arc cause this ain't even the worst of it), they got what they were aching for out of them and thusly had no need for..sam. They laid him in the spot where she was made (fwi it isn't inherently sexual, it can be, but literally, they just merged together-- taking bits and pieces of each other (which sam did not have enough of) and earth and light yadda, yadda I'll post the story I wrote for that later if I'm up to it) and left him there in the grass.

Again, they saw no problem with that, the deed was done, they didn't care anymore. A common issue in their qualms, sam and Giodine. They did find an issue in Sam finding an issue in the lack of aftercare, which resorted to any message going to or coming from sam going straight to his assistant and going back through them for a couple of thousand years. They found that infuriating-- how could he not face them over something so small! and for years?! it was ridiculous. After forcing a face-to-face meeting, a heated proclaim of hurt from sam, and a bitter agreement to meet up every now and again, they got what they wanted from him. Again. It was a business after all, there was no point in making it harder than it needed to be. 

Giodine doesn't necessarily like boundaries and tends to overstep sam's frequently. They also don't like his reaction to his boundaries being long jumped over, which thusly ends up in disgruntled messages being sent back and forth between them and his assistant for a month or three. It slowly gets through to them, but they tend to say some stupid shit and if they want sam to stay, they have to try and avoid mentioning how "overly sensitive" he is to something that happened eons ago.

(quick mention, there isn't like. time. here. so in all honesty, giodine probably counted earth days instead of Heaven 'days' to get that) Soon into their arrangements to meet, they seem to get on at least tolerable terms, obviously, a few meetings where neither of them feels like going apeshit and taking proper shapeless (or in sams case, he's got a newfound form for ANGER OO just for giodine 🤗) forms isn't going to fix a grudge that has yet to be apologized for by the way. But it's a start to a very long process down the road. Tolerance.

Giodine as an entity is very fickle and rude and demanding. They tend to have a short temper that no one else is allowed to have or comment on-- They were the first therefore they were the most important!

This is very obviously an issue. But it's mostly directed to purgatory. Almost all of their seething rage is pointed towards the poor entity, she's barely been alive yet and they already seem to hate her for things she doesn't know how to do. Honestly, I don't think Purg will ever fully forgive them for the unnecessary abuse of her character, but just as Sam and Giodine get on better terms, they had barely just begun fixing the hole in their relationship. As of now, Sam/Giodine don't have any minor plot points with purgatory other than the major one so I don't have a lot to say about their relationship right now. Maybe one day.

I'd go into details, seriously, but I just wanna ramble about their relationships with each other and their impact on each other's existence. Hope you don't mind a few secrets 😉

But, now, it's time for a new God, one I think most people take a liking to...

Sam (Samuel)

He/him

ID: Sam is surrounded by clouds in the light blue, fading to a darker blue sky and the yellow sun. His horns are a darker beige, which is being highlighted by the sun shining down on him, he also has pointed ears. His skin is red which is very prominent in the sun. His eyes are completely yellow, his hair, beard and mustache are also black. He has an orange scar crawling up to his Adams apple. His wings are a darker grey which is also being highlighted by the sun. His nails are painted black and his hand is holding up the black fabric barely covering his shoulders. Around the painting is a gold and red shaded frame with swirls complimenting each side and a crystal at the bottom of it. It is lightly signed GH, for ghoulish husband.

Sam, Sam, Samuel.

If you don't realize right away, Sam is basically Satan, he's the ruler of hell

Like how giodine was the first to appear on earth, as mentioned before sam was 666th for funnie reasons. Sam was made from bugs, dried blood, and sunlight which sounds pretty gross, but he's far from it. He's a silly, yet neat, guy. He wears Hawaiian shirts and khakis (not around giodine lmao) for cryin' out loud! how bad of a person can he be? Apparently to giodine (for a while obviously) he was the most retched entity to exist. This very much hurt him considering the amount of fake care they showed him before. With a mixture of confusing feelings (which wasn't supposed to be a thing but Univerce went "lmao you'll be fine" and left... short explanation, Univerce is the Universe and is the entity who simply builds these planets and gods that'll appear there and leave them to their own devices, xyr not extremely important in this story. Nor would they care.) and feeling used, he decided that no he wasn't going to take that.

If there is one thing Sam knows how to do is to self preserve himself, even if that means getting passive-aggressive notes sent to him every once in a while. While this period, Sam was surprisingly the least productive (unfortunately giodine knew this and eventually mentioned it in one of their meetings which made him hide away cause like hell giodine was going to be critical of /him/) but he managed. It wasn't terrible, but unfortunately, Sam being able to talk it out with someone who does practically the same work as he does and gets newer, more helpful ideas was better in the long run.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the first to initiate the healing of his and giodine's relationship but it wasn't reciprocated. Who would've figured, aye? Giodine kept pushing it back onto him and ignoring any progress that could've been made before. Which was frustrating.

The painting above was 'painted' by giodine, which is sorta where their relationship gets somewhat on an understanding of each other. Giodine gets to take a deep long look into who Sam is and tries to express it but it never fit him, it makes them realize that they never really-- truly got to know him. And all it does for Sam is make him even more confused about his place in giodine’s mind. He figured it's another fluke to get him to do something, so he ends up distancing himself when they start actually reciprocating his friendship advancements.

Suddenly, like a flash, Sam was forced to stay with giodine which is where the majority. I'll explain.

Sam...isn't actually the ruler of hell. Anymore, anyways depending on the timeline. His and purgatory's relationship has always been complicated, she always avoided him, and when they talked she always seemed scared of him. So in the end, they've never been close. Distant. Sam always wanted to talk to her, he made her, but if she didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't force it. But imagine his surprise as Purg singlehandedly took over hell in a hazed frenzy.

And not only that, had a personal vendetta against him!

Well, that would be the only explanation to Sam considering how he ended up broken and barely 'alive' at the hands of her. Horns broken and in tatters, pain and almost obliterated it felt like a hate crime. He didn't know what to do when he made it to the office, Purgatory was creating chaos outside his door and barely being able to breathe he felt like it was the end. So he called giodine. 

Purgatory

She/her

ID: Purgatory is surrounded by flowers that are dark grey and white. The light fades down into a dark green. The light shines down on top of her straight, white hair that has yellow flowers tucked into it.  Her skin is a dark brown and has a orange-ish yellow scar on her shoulder trailing up to her neck. Her skin is also highlighted by the sun. In one of her eyes, her sclera is black with an orangey, glowing iris. As for the other eye it it has a white sclera and the same, glowing orange iris. She has wings for ears, one dark grey and one white along with beige horns. She has a white fabric covering her chest. The frame is gold with white accents, but also has vines and moss crawling up the side. 

(may have goofed a bit and forgot to color the sclera of her other eye white but ignore that pls)

Purgatory was made by Sam and Giodine, but to her it felt like a mistake. Why make someone that you’re going to be terrible to, she believed. Giodine seemed to hate her and eventually made her section almost obsolete because she simply wasn’t able to keep up with the backlog that she wasn’t taught to deal with. Not only that, she didn’t have any help with any of it, it was almost like she was expected to just do it on her own. Until Death came along to help, but that’s not what we’re going to be talking about right now. 

And also, Purgatory is Purgatory yadda, yadda, I wont insult your intelligence.

Giodine’s thought process (other than wanting to be Real Close to Sam and once that thought filtered out, promptly ignored it) was that all the extras that don’t fit in either category of their thought of good and evil they’d go to her. (doesn’t matter cause in Sam's system it filters through ‘levels of assholery’ and depending on how bad you are you either just vibe in the upper city under rule of capitalism and possibly many under paying jobs or being actually tortured for his amusement if you’re just evil. Morally grey. Anyway, it could work p well in heaven if giodine wasn’t such a damn stickler.) But in the end, every day, less and less people ended up in purgatory, leaving her with barely any people and more verbal abuse from giodine who ‘HAS to take them or they would be more dead than they already are’. You see the pain she has to go through, right? 

~Idea section, this is probably not canon anyways so dont take it serious~ 

My thought is that another oc (BA, you may have heard of him idk) takes over simply because Purg took multiple hims from alternative timelines (which isn’t allowed but what’re they gonna do, undead a dead clown? multiple times from multiple timelines???)) because she adored him and they figured ‘well we gotta redo purgatory may as well do it like this’ and make him a demi-dead-god. i think thats a cool idea right? anyhoo

~Idea section over uwu~

Purgatory overall is a fairly timid character, she doesn’t like conflict, is easily overwhelmed, and generally keeps to herself. She doesn’t see the point in being in any drama if she’s just going to be yelled at and scolded even if it’s not about her. The only way i could describe her taking over hell is this: 

She was tired. She was angry and after feeling like nothing was in control or in her hands, she snapped. Why doesn’t she get anything or get to be ‘all powerful’ but they do? She knew if she took on Giodine she’d likely get thrown to the void, but sam? He felt fair game. Considering her fear of both of these gods, she planned and got her courage up to take him over. She had considered negotiations but in the end, she ended up going into a haze and ruining everything in sight. She was more powerful than she thought and once she started, she didn't stop until Death restrained her and Sam was already in pieces at God’s doorstep. 

The aftermath was fuzzy for her and for everyone really. Godine was planning a take back hell while actually worrying for sam, sam was planning for a retirement, and she was being consoled while trying to get in contact with sam to apologize. Giodine wouldn’t dare let her talk to him, until she just showed up in their office. She didn’t have a problem with Sam, honest, she just was going to take shit over, but it got out of control. 

Spoiler, Sam took her apology and they actually became.. somewhat closer after reaching an understanding. 

I wanna say that giodine took them being okay and sam retiring as good as sam did about purg running hell, but they didn’t. Giodine and purgatory actually barely got along in the first place, and only begun ‘working’ on their bitterness toward each other because they both had sam to encourage it. I can’t say for certain if they’ll get better, as theyre both undying and have time, but I’ll just say for now its uncertain. 

Also, Death is Purgatory’s girlfriend after all of that lmao.

And.. yeah, i hope this makes sense and that you like my drawings and ramblings about my lil story in my head, i guess this is my way to develop it without just keeping it to myself cause god forbid i keep things to myself hshsh. If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read and attempting to process everything, and even if you didnt read and just looked to look at my art thank you to!!

I may post some art over on @ghoulishhusbandart cause.. it was my art account before i completely forgot about it but i might reboot it! But if you wan art NEOWWW follow me on insta (ik cringe lmaoo) by the same name as this account @ghoulishhusband​ or just click that insta link! also ignore the fact that giodine is the only one without a portrait, maybe I’ll replace it the next time i draw but im graduating on monday and my dad’s coming TOMORROW?? so i won’t have too much time to do it... but i hope you like my art anyways :]

ok!! ty!! ily!!