#and that he has the ability to care for others

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Zayne’s non-mc significant other. Red String of Fate AU

Imagine being born with the ability to see the red strings of fate. The ones that tied people together. Lovers, soulmates, the people meant to find each other.

Imagine some were strong. Some were gentle. Some were ugly and sharp. And you... you could cut them. Not to play with people's lives, but to help. You only ever cut the ones that hurt. Obsession, possession and the pain pretending to be love.

Imagine never once had a string pointed at you. Never. Not once.

but Imagine you tried to love anyway. Quiet, careful tries. But each time, they were already tied to someone else. So you let them go. You always let them go. You told yourself it was enough to help others. That not everyone gets a string. That maybe you weren't meant to belong.

Imagine then came Zayne. He didn't have a string at all. Nothing pulling him toward anyone. Not even the hint of one waiting to appear. Just stillness.

Imagine the way he looks at you was like you weren't anything. Like you weren't broken or forgotten. You didn't fall fast. You didn't rush. You built something slow and steady. And for the first time, you wondered if maybe love didn't need fate. Maybe it just needed someone to stay.

Imagine he knew what you could do. What you could see. So one night while you were sitting beside him, your head on his shoulder, he asked gently.

"If I ever get a string and it's not for you. I want you to cut it." You hesitated. Just for a second. "Alright." And he nodded. He trusted you.

Imagine weeks have passed then months. Still no string. Still just the two of you. Happy in the quiet way. The kind of happy that doesn’t shout or shine. It just lives in the little things. His sleepy voice in the morning. Your laughter when he made tea wrong again it was super sweet like what in world-. His hand finding yours under the table. Yours holding on, always. Until tonight.

Imagine you were visiting him at the hospital. The two of you were heading to a restaurant after his shift when you saw him come out. And there you saw it. A faint glow. Scarlet and soft. Spinning from his ring finger like a whisper, like a promise. And it wasn't pointing at you.

Imagine it heads down the hall. Past the sterilized white walls of the hospital. To Room 212.

Imagine you have seen her before. A patient. Someone Zayne has cared for, carefully, gently. A kind girl with a tired laugh and too many paper cranes tucked under her pillow. You never sensed anything romantic. You never even worried. But the string doesn't lie.

and Imagine its there now. Shimmering. Real. And for the first time in your life, your heart aches not just for someone else but for you.

Imagine, strange enough. Your heart didn't drop. It didn't crash. It just stilled. Like everything inside you went quiet at once. And you stood there staring at the string that wasn't yours.

Imagine the way he saw your face change. He stepped closer. His voice softened. As if he was trying to figure out what's wrong.

"What's wrong?" He asked, holding you gently by the arm. "Nothing." You smile at him. He did not buy it. "Did it happen?" He asked. "Do I have a string?"

Imagine the way you looked at him. The man you loved. The man who had been yours. Not because fate said so, but because he chose you. Every day. Again and again. And you said. "No. Not yet."

Imagine you lied. Because if this was fate choosing for him. If this string led him to happiness. You wouldn't take that from him. You loved him too much.

so Imagine you smiled. Let him pull you into his arms. Let him hold you like nothing had changed. You let him, the way he kiss the crown of your head. You savour it.

Imagine you close your eyes. Then you blink. But you could still see the string. Bright. Alive. Stretching toward someone else. And you didn't say a word.

because Imagine, love isn't always holding on. Sometimes, it's letting go quietly. Even when no one sees the breaking. Just loving someone enough to lie, so they never have to feel the weight of goodbye.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: karma's a bitch cuz I literally was about to passout at the local market. I'm so embarrassed. Thou shall not set foot on the market for at least a month XD

: also if you know my reference for this one and the last one. I see you're a people of culture;)

[corpscs]

summer’s for the girls ⧗ yelena x new avenger!reader

♡ minors and men dni , no use of y/n , wlw , team bickering , everyone is annoyed and sweaty , smut 18+ , ice cubes , stonetop!yelena , yelena and reader are girlfriends , reader has unspecified electrokinesis ability , images are from pinterest , divider , this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later , russian is from google/reddit

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡ detka - babe , lyubimaya - my love

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡ masterlist , word count: 3.5k

bones’ now playing ▶︎ for the girls - hayley kiyoko

the watchtower was hot.

a heatwave was currently rolling across the east coast and caused a black out. the power was back on now, but the hvac system got fried in the power surge. oscillating fans could only do so much and the windows of the watchtower barely opened for safety purposes. all the team could do was sit and try not to move too much.

bucky walked into the room, his phone call interrupting the rare, natural peace the team had achieved all on their own, or maybe you all were just overheating. when bucky cursed under his breath, you decided to looked up from your book.

you and bob started your own book club after you got benched for a failed mission due to an electrical explosion, which totally could have not been because of you, but who knows? this week you decided to play some kind of sick joke and choose stephen king’s under the dome, 1,080 something pages. poor bob nearly had a heart attack, but you promised him way more than a week to read and marathon run of the show they made about it before he hesitantly agreed.

“alright.” bucky gruffed into his phone’s receiver. his hair was pulled into a haphazard bun, the shorter fringe pieces sticking to the sides of his sweat slicked face. “thanks, you too.” he hung up the phone with a sigh.

“so… what’s the verdict?” ava asked.

“two days.” and the entire room erupted into groans.

“why can’t we get a hotel?” john suggested. his shirt had been discarded long ago, now only wearing a pair of gym shorts. he was laying flat on the tile floor, the coldest place to be. it was also where ava chose to sit and hog one of three fans set up in the room.

“why? you offering to pay for it, taco bell?” you snorted. the nickname appeared after the sentry folded his shield.

“why should i? barnes’ got a bigger salary than all of us.”

“no hotels!” bucky’s commanding tone was enough to silence them all. “you’re avengers. if a little east coast heatwave can take you all out then we really are doomed.” he paused, feeling a slight draft behind him. “close the freezer, yelena.” bucky warned. even with his back to the bar he could see the russian draped over the bar’s freezer. she groaned before complying with his order, but slamming the cooler door in retaliation.

“you sure you can’t fix it, sparky?” john asked.

“i’m not a fucking engineer.” you rolled your eyes as yelena wandered back to the couch.

the blonde was clad in a grey tank top and black lounge shorts. flopping down to take up the remaining space of the two-seater, head on the arm rest and laying her legs across your thighs. you lifted your book to accommodate her legs before lowering your arms back down to her shins and continuing to read.

“eugh,” she made a face, throwing her head back in disgust. both of you were instantly aware of the slickness of your combined sweat, but didn’t care enough to move. “this is the worst!” yelena complained, yet she made no attempt to change her position.

“we’re all hot yelena.” bucky reminded her as he finished off his nth water of the day.

“yes, but my girlfriend is next to me. and she is sticky and wet, but not in the good ways.” she spoke to the ceiling before lolling her head to the side and locking eyes with bucky.

the others groaned in disgust while you laughed at bucky trying to downplay choking on his last sip of water. now deciding to neglect your book, you watched her laugh falter and then you watched the movement of her throat as she swallowed. the exposed skin of her upper chest and shoulders glimmered with sweat under the bright studio lighting of the tower ceiling. you decided to turn back to your book because it was way too hot to be allowing your mind wander in that direction right now.

“why do we even have leather couches?” yelena moved slightly feeling the stick of the material.

“easy to clean?” john suggested.

“john, i’ve never seen you clean one thing in this entire room before.” ava pointed out.

“yeah, well, i didn’t mean me.” he snapped before silence enveloped the group for a minute or two. the air is so humid and hostile you almost feared the next person who opened their mouth was gonna get themselves tossed out one of the open sliding doors.

“has anyone seen alexei?” ava blurted. they hadn’t spotted the man in a few hours.

“maybe he’s at the pool.” bob suggested. he’d been so quiet reading with his back against the cold stone of the wall you forgot he was there

“isn’t that pool like 80 degrees?” john asked.

“that’s colder than the air, right?”

yelena chose to ignore bob’s question, the last thing she wanted was to lash out at someone who didn’t deserve it. she reminded herself that she was just irritated and that bob was bob.

“he’s probably off drinking to forget about the heat. i don’t know.” she shrugged her outward shoulder slightly. a pause and suddenly yelena was sitting up like you had electrocuted her. the sound of her skin peeling off the material of the couch made you internally cringe.

“yelena, no.” you derailed her train of thought before she could even suggest something.

“oh c’mon, lyubimaya” she whined. “you did not even hear my idea.”

“i don’t need to.” you ignore whatever she grumbled under her breath as she continued to stare at the side of your face.

“you have been reading that same page for six minutes.” her eyes dropped to the page open in your lap.

“i’m distracted.” you side eyed her flipping the page. not because you finished reading it, but to prove a point.

“am i distracting you?” you made the mistake of fully looking at her. whisps of her bangs had fallen out of her headband and stuck to her brow. you could see a small bead of sweat dripping down her left temple.

“the team is distracting.” you lied.

“if i have to watch you two flirt in this heat i may actually stroke out.” john jokingly gagged.

“keep it up you guys.” ava feigned a cheer.

“i think you all got heat stroke.” bucky muttered before leaving the team with one final order, “drink some water.”

it wasn’t a moment later before alexei appeared in the room like a summoned spirit.

“and where have you been?” yelena asked her father in an accusing tone.

“cold shower.” he held up both hands closing his thumb and pointer fingers into a double okay sign. the rest of the team made sounds acknowledgment, but you could only imagine the future lecture from bucky about the water bill. you opened you book back up and attempted to read once more.

you managed to get two pages in before yelena was leaning close to your face,

“detka, i have a new idea.”

“of course you do.” you turned to your left, your faces now no more than two inches apart. her breath didn’t even feel warm against your already heated skin. her eyes moved to your lips before she jerked back, catching the half empty water bottle that walker just hucked in your direction. that action alone had some deprived part of your brain clicking to life.

“hey!” she scolded him.

“get a room.” he hollered. yelena huffed, and threw her legs off your lap, both of you releasing small twin ow’s at the sweat stuck skin ripping apart. you opened your mouth to complain but she leaned down and ordered you to wait ten minutes before following her, “you never heard my idea.”

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while you had tried to think up the possibilities of yelena’s idea, you actually did not think of this. but here you were, laying on one of her bleach stained towels, back against your mattress. yelena straddled one of your legs, sitting comfortably despite the temperature of the room. the hum of that fan that’s been running for thirty-some odd hours straight drowned out whatever playlist yelena had playing. it was pointed towards the bed and softly blew around the lose wisps of her hair.

beside her was a metal bowl full of ice cubes.

“ready?” she asked reaching her hand into the bowl. she took a single ice cube into her hand as she adjusted her knees to straddle your hips.

“go for it.” you gave her a lazy ‘okay’. she grinned and placed the ice cube between your collar bones. you gasped from the cold sensation spreading across your skin, goosebumps prickling down your shoulders and arms.

she dragged the ice between your collar bones and chest, avoiding the hem of your tank top. but the ice melted quickly on your heated skin, some soaking your tank and the rest slipping down around your neck. she dragged the cube to the center of your sternum, under the tank top before holding her hand over the material. it didn’t take long for the ice cube to melt completely through the warmth of your chest.

although the ice was startling, the minor relief from the hot air was good enough.

yelena unceremoniously yanked your tank top down below your breasts. and when you heard the threads of the fabric snapping, you scolded her with a gasp of her name.

“relax, i’m pretty sure this one was mine anyways.” was.

“i don’t think so.” your voice pitched upwards into a shriek as she pinched your nipple with cold fingers. “you said you don’t like spaghetti straps.” you recalled catching your breath back.

“i don’t.” yelena agreed. she didn’t like them. she remembers the conversation you two had about waking up tits out because that type of tank top tends to travel in any given direction while sleeping. it was one of the first times yelena was fully honest with you about something. she didn’t like that vulnerability, being exposed. and you were so understanding, you always were.

so no, she would never tell you that the real reason why she gave you all her spaghetti straps a few weeks after that was the very same reason she hated them. you’d probably call her some sort of pervert.

dipping her hand back into the bowl, yelena picked out a new ice cube placing it on the same spot between your collar bones. she dragged the cube in the same path as the first one before sliding it to the opposite nipple she had pinched before. it didn’t feel bad, but it felt strange. like your brain couldn’t figure out if it hurt with all much sensory input against the air in the room.

you gasped loudly, your hand instinctively moving to grab at her wrist. yelena was obviously faster than you and she grabbed a hold of your wrist with her free hand instead. heat flooded your core when she laughed in your face at your attempt to push away. but she held it there until the ice cube was too small to hold in her fingers anymore so she let it melt against your heaving chest.

“c’mon, it must feel nice.” she moved her soaked hand to rub the water across your chest.

“it’s cold.” you wined.

“but it is so hot in here.” she countered. “and you are sweaty. i bet you smell horrible.”

“yelena!” you gasped in embarrassment. now trying to wiggle yourself out from under her.

“i am no better!” she laughed, squeezing her thighs around your hips. “it is, like, 40 degrees in here.” your physical strength was almost infantilizing compared to yelena, and it was too hot to keep up a fight you can’t win.

“i don’t know the metric system, babe.” maybe your delivery was more snarky than you had intended because yelena yanked up her your tank top before dropping an ice cube directly to your belly button. you shrieked loudly, your free hand now going for her wrist. she decided to let you grab her, knowing your physical strength alone isn’t enough to move her hand.

“be careful with your hands detka. you do not want not shock me, again.” you instinctively bucked up against yelena, your hips twisting to avoid the cold sensation. she only followed and controlled your movements.

by the time the ice cube on your stomach melted, her your tank was nearly soaked through with the combined back sweat against the fitted sheet. she allowed you to sit up and wiggle the material off your arms fully.

yelena paused briefly, only allowing herself time to admire her girlfriend, but not really allowing you a full chance to recover. her ice cold hand slipped from it’s spot on your middle and down the below the waistband of your shorts. the cold digits ghosted over your panties and you squealed once again reaching for her.

“ah-ah, please keep your hands to yourself this time. that was very rude.” yelena chided, though she understood it was your natural reflex to the cold. she took some sympathy on you and reached for the hem of her own sweat-soaked tank. she peeled it off, leaving her clad in a black sports bra, before she unceremoniously dropped the cotton onto your bare chest. “since you want something to hold on to.”

she grinned as you immediately gripped the grey article between your fingers. it was damp against your own sweaty palms and it smelt strongly of yelena.

she used the m distraction to sit up and pull your shorts and panties down. the sweat coating your thighs working extra hard against her, but winning the struggle with some extra effort from you.

yelena manhandled you back to where she wanted before straddling you once more. you watched her with wide eyes as she grabbed another ice cube. placing it back against your belly button. you gasped as she slowly brought it down your lower abdomen before holding just above your cunt.

your lips pressed into a thin line to keep your shrieking to a minimum. normally she would be against it, after that one time you accidentally bit through your lip hard enough that it bled for more than a few minutes. and yelena would rather drink bleach than sit through another meeting, where mortifying enough, she shared real reason behind the injury and not because they thought you two had some sort of physical dispute. after that incident yelena said no more and called the ego boost collateral.

her free hand reached to grip your jaw, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to hold you in place. “be careful.” she warned, feeling your unsteady breaths against her hand as you nodded.

the ice cube was about the size of nickel now and her fingers had long since lost their feeling. yelena originally was going to let this ice cube fully melt before she got another, but she decided that she was too eager to see your reaction to wait. after shuffling back just ever so slightly to brace for your reaction, she slipped the remains of the ice cube directly beside your clit.

your entire body seized up, your mouth finally opening in a dramatic gasp. “oh my god!” you shrieked, repeating the phrase like a mantra. “lena!” your legs jerked from under her but the weight of her hips held your knees firmly in place.

when you arched too far off the bed for her liking the hand that once gripped your jaw pushed your chest back down to the bed. her hand held just below where you still gripped her tank top. “i think you can handle it.” her voice carried a song to it’s tone.

you shook you head while crying out dramatically, “its cold!” your legs still tried working against her, but she didn’t budge an inch. her height made her seem unassuming, but she was 5 foot something of solid muscle.

what remained of the ice cube quickly disappeared with the heat from your folds, but yelena kept her hand there. only giving you a break from the cubes, her nearly ice cold fingers still sliding mindlessly through the added water in your arousal. she selfishly took this time to warm her own fingers back up. you called her name softly as she tucked her thumb around your clit, rolling the bundle around slowly.

“yes, lyubimaya?” she drawled, not really paying attention to you. she said something else in russian you couldn’t understand before her cold pointer finger was slipping inside of your heat. you gasped, walls fluttering around her digit. she pumped it slowly before adding her middle finger alongside it. she curled her fingers before slipping them out to toy with your clit. her finger pads moved in steady circles and figure-eights your breathing sped up and your grip on her tank top tightened.

fearing destruction of the garment, your right arm had reached to grip the nearest item of bedding, which happened to be the white top sheet yelena had pushed over. it didn’t take long for her to make you cum.

and while you were catching you breath, yelena brazenly pinched your clit between her knuckles. just because she can. your hips jerked, unsure if you wanted to run to or from the feeling. “see,” she said simply. “not so bad?” you wanted to protest. to bicker that yes, she was being mean. but her fingers were toying with your clit once more, and any protests died out into moans.

the ice cubes left in the bowl where nearly half melted now, their crystallized edges now smooth and rounded like well-worn sea glass.

you watched her grab the next one. the look in yelena’s eyes alone should have had you nervous, but your brain had yet to fully catch up.

without hesitation she slid the ice cube through your folds as your body tried to clench up. but her fingers still pushed through, the ice cube breaching your hole, her two fingers holding it inside you.

you had long since given up attempting to keep quiet. you squealed doing your very best to try and run from her. yelena chased your hips with her hand, lifting the pressure off your thighs ever so slightly. even when the ice melted and the water soaked her hand, she kept it in place, just pumping slowly.

yelena began to rub lazy circles on your clit with her thumb. you moaned loudly, eyes fluttering as your tired body practically hummed with the warm feeling after all of the cold. after she felt you were worked up enough, distracted enough, she effortlessly used a combat move to flip you onto your stomach. landing with and oof, you turned your face to the side to look back at her.

“watch it.” you grumbled as yelena pulled your hips up and back towards her.

“you’re fine.” was all she had to say. before she slotted her knee between your knees. your breath trembled as your clit slid down her thigh.

the feeling from the ice cubes had long left and now your body was warming by the second. “lena.” you gasped out as she pushed her fingers back through your entrance, using her free hand to help fuck you back into her hand. she used that thigh between your legs to help rock you forwards after the pull back, stimulating your clit.

you were now hot. too hot. you honestly might pass out. now you were no longer paying attention to anything anymore. only gasping out into the crumpled sheets below you.

you were so close. yelena knew it. she could feel it. you’re hips were squirming against her hold now, yet she tried her best to control your rhythm. when she felt it, felt your body seize. she kneed your thighs apart, as far as your hips would go. the hand that had been thrusting now rubbed your clit in short circles prolonging your orgasm. still cumming, you were so in your own head that you never noticed her pause to each her hand into that metal bowl.

yelena used her dry hand to push your hips down and open before she shoved the final ice cube inside. you attempted to close your legs, but she had you practically sitting in her lap face down. then when you tried to pull forward, she yanked you right back into place, keeping your hole plugged with her fingers until the cube melted down.

you’re certain that you had a momentary black out from shock and you almost couldn’t catch your breath. still yelena didn’t move. she was watching you and waiting for you to move first.

“i think i’m dead.” was the first thing you said, arms moving slowly to stretch forward above your head.

“i can confirm that you are not.” she rolled you off onto your side, putting the bowl of cold ice water on the night table.

“i think i saw God.”

“and what did she look like?” yelena’s voice was farther away as she reached around bedding and fished out a water bottle, she knew she had stored somewhere.

“you.” you said with a giggle.

“you are so flirty.” she laughed landing a playful slap on your sensitive cunt. you jolted, but stayed put until she yanked you back to a sitting position. she handed you the uncapped water bottle which you drank greedily.

“do you think bob would want to get ice cream with us?” yelena blurted. you blinked.

“since when did we decide to get ice cream?” yelena shrugged.

“i don’t know somewhere in the middle.” she made an obtuse gesture with her hands.

you huffed, “i need like twenty minutes and a cold shower.”

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if you’re in hot temperatures wherever you are be sure check up on pals with no ac and remember to DRINK WATER!!!

this would have been up earlier today, but i was victimized by another nap. also this ended up being SO MUCH longer than i had intended. at some point i got way too high and kept on going and going,, also sorting out some sort of master list

𓉸 ♡ ,

bones

[bewitched-hours]

ok so wait i have like evil fluff fantasies so you can ignore this one but like, idea: killers are so out of it that in the middle of a match they give up and seek out reader for comfort and affection and act completely out of character (maybe theyre like supa sick and delirious or smth? idk man up to you)

(dont whip me pls 🙏)

Dw, I love evil fluff too, it's delicious- (I say as I get dragged off the stage) Idk if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot so I hope headcanons will be enough (And if you want a oneshot for any of them or multiple, I'll be happy to fulfil that request as well~)

Let's give the reader They/Them for this!

1x1x1x1

It was... Weird to say the least.

What you thought would be a chase to the death turned into a cuddle session in a small building besides an already done generator...

You knew better than to question it and hesitantly tried to ask what was wrong. Turns out 1x has been sick... Somehow...

Now you were stuck serving as some sort of hugging pillow while she quietly complains about his current state... Just keep running your hands through her hair and hopefully he'll forget about the round?

You ended up being threatened not to tell anyone about this and of course, you're too terrified to go against her wishes...

But by the end you were so confused while the other survivors questioned where you were and how 1x was somehow gone.

Somehow, you managed to lie your way out of it and they actually believed you managed to keep the killer occupied. You were a sentinel with a self-healing ability so it wasn't too unrealistic...

C00lkidd

At first you thought he was gonna chase you but you took note of his unusually sluggish behaviour...

Despite your better judgement, you decided to get close and ask if he's okay.

He collapses into you almost immediately, crying about his head hurting and wanting his dad... Who wasn't chosen for this round but you figured there was a chance 007 could see what was happening, even if that might not be such a good thing...

You immediately go into some sort of parental mode, gently patting his head and assuring him everything would be fine. You even promised him that it'll go away. Probably just a fever anyways...

You somehow manage to stop him from crying and let him fall asleep in your arms... How adorable!

Although... Now you can't move because he was holding onto you so tightly... at least you could reposition yourself to sit down and have him sleep in your lap while you continued to pat his head.

And just like you thought, 007 saw it all and thanked you at the end of the round for caring about his kid. Maybe you'll be getting closer to him soon!

Bluudud

Just like with C00lkidd, you were convinced you were gonna die but noticed he sounded more sickly...

You calmly and quietly led him to one of the abandoned buildings and had him lay down on top of you to see what was up.

Surprisingly, he listened to you and grumbled about everything being too loud and hurting his head. Probably another fever like C00lkidd...

Regardless, you listen patiently and pat his head for comfort. He only groans in response and tells you he's not a baby but he doesn't pull away or attack either...

He actually ends up falling asleep on his own, mumbling something about not needing to be babied but the way he clung to you made you think otherwise.

When the round was done, you openly told the other survivors what happened but made sure they knew not to expect Bluudud to just be friendly for everyone.

At least you knew he saw you as a person of comfort now...

Pr3typriincess

You were pretty much cornered and thought you were gonna die but... You got her hugging you for comfort instead.

Like Bluudud, she complained... A lot...

But either way, you somehow convinced her to find a quiet spot to let her handle whatever pains her with you gently reassuring her that everything will be fine.

She falls asleep the fastest, although mumbling about you being much better at this than the other killers which... Yeah, you could see why...

You end up muttering praises to her to help her sleep easier and you could've sworn you heard her call you "Mama" at one point.

You could've just about exploded... But you luckily didn't.

When the round was over, you made sure the other survivors knew to go easy on her. Because after that whole fiasco... You might've felt a sense of protectiveness wash over you and now needed to speak with 007 and Guest to see if this was really some parental feeling or if you were just acting like this because you remembered she's a kid... Of course it's option 1.

Azure

He caught you while you were working on a generator and while pleading with him, you noticed he couldn't seem to get anything comprehensible out.

Surprisingly, he didn't kill you, just dragged you off to a quiet spot where he could just use you as a living pillow.

You were confused but the tentacles holding you in his grip and his unusually high temperature told you all you needed to know before you started massaging his scalp and quietly telling him to take it easy.

What wasn't surprising was how dramatic he acted about it...

He was full-on telling you he's dying and shit while you're just over here trying to comfort him with his hat long discarded to avoid its annoying screeching.

The way he asks you not to tell anyone was simply too adorable to refuse, making you question how this is the same killer that made you fear death just a minute ago.

Once the round ends, you refuse to talk about what you were doing at all and accepting the suspicions of the other survivors... Why tho-

John Doe

You knew immediately something was wrong when he wasn't using his spikes like normal.

You decided to call Jane over, being close enough to her to know they've been married.

She has you look for a quiet spot before leading John over there. Not like that was particularly hard.

Surprisingly, you both end up in a firm but not really painful hold, like he needed two pillows instead of just one.

He can't really get a thought out but Jane just guessed it was a simple fever and began instructing you to help her comfort him...

Was it weird that you enjoyed this? Nah, you'd probably be the only one thinking that...

But Jane was just happy for a moment like this and you didn't want to take that from her... She more than deserved it...

She's slightly disappointed when the round ends but thanks you for the help and you two proceed to talk about her past again by the docks.

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[penelopehere]

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Jinu

Shows different sides of himself depending on the situation, rarely letting his true emotions show so they don’t get in the way

Even with the group, he is rather reserved and doesn’t open up to them as much

Despite this, he takes his role as the leader very seriously and is protective over all of them

He shows this by working them extremely hard to keep up their appearances as idols, not wanting to get caught and be put in harm's way

Teasing and messing with them is also another love language he has, often playing pranks on the others with his cat and Baby

He also makes a point to spend quality time with each of them, disguising it as just checking in so everyone is ready for their next performance or interview

In reality though, it’s to make sure everyone is okay and adjusting to being in the human world for this long

Sometimes though, he gets extremely scared of getting too close and depending on them too much so he’ll often pull away and distance for periods of time

Huge animal lover, will often find strays and bring them back home without even telling the other members

Leaves bowls of food outside their house for any animals that come by

Rarely uses his guitar due to the bad memory associated with it

However, when he’s alone, he may play a few things to remember his mother and sister

Has frequent nightmares about his actions, becoming a borderline insomniac since he’s not able to sleep

Will often spend time with Mystery during these times since he’s also up, and they’ll often just sit in silence with each other or make a few things (i.e: doddling, origami etc).

Keeps himself busy by reading, especially since he loves seeing the way the world has changed since he was last alive

Handles most of the business side of being in an idol group, prioritizing what will get them the most fans the fastest

He focuses more on the trends and what statistically will make the group more popular, not focusing too much on the creative side of it

Despite this though, he is very involved in the overall process when it comes to performances

He’ll work individually with each member to make sure the lyrics, music, choreography and aesthetics are perfect

Doesn’t care that much about fashion and styling, but still wants to be presentable so he’ll often let Romance deal with his outfits

If not, he’ll go for a sophisticated but simple look

Doesn’t interact with the fans that much outside of performances and interviews

His online presence is very robotic, merley posting a few videos promoting the group and just being genuinely charming

Baby

Extremely blunt but also sarcastic, so no one really knows when he’s being serious

Uses this to his advantage a lot to mess with people, especially since he also has a very innocent-looking appearance

He loves to prank the rest of the group, like by adding hot sauce in their foods or putting hair dye in their shampoo

The only person he’s more careful around is Jinu, but even then he’ll just make fun of him

Also tells pointless lies to the fans sometimes for his own entertainment, literally has no other reason to

Sometimes he goes a bit further and uses his demon abilities to take some of their things, appear behind them suddenly etc

The other members have to stop him and hold him back so their secret identities don’t get revealed

Similar to Jinu where he doesn’t show that he cares for the other members that outwardly, mainly doing it through snide comments and teasing them

Takes his individual style more seriously than the others, designing most of his own outfits and doing his own makeup

Draws a lot of inspiration from online trends since he’s practically glued to his phone 24/7

Has the biggest online presence out of everyone else in the group, so he runs the Saja Boys account

Because of this though he’s also the most brainrotted, driving the others crazy with his random vocal stims

Will often get Abby and Mystery to do them to, only stopping when Jinu threatens to drag them back to Gwi-Ma

Extremely good at video games despite not practicing, especially when it comes to first person shooters

Has gone viral because of his clip montages multiple times

Practically survives off ramen and soda only, having stacks of bowls and cans around his room

Rarely turns on the light, the only brightness being from his phone and computer

Will scream at you if you enter his room without knocking, wanting to be left alone most of the time

The only exception is Jinu’s tiger and bird who will find their way in the room no matter what

If he does hang out with the others, he’s often just lounging about on his phone, giving a few comments here and there

Has the shortest fuse out of everyone in the group, getting angry at the smallest of things

Is extremely petty and will get revenge on the other person no matter how insignificant their action

However, he’ll get over things fast if he feels like justice was served

Writes most of the lyrics for the group, getting ideas online and putting it in his notes app

Gives himself the best lines on purpose, and just lets the other members fill in any gaps in the song with their own lyrics

However he will go over and fix any mistakes they make, still taking pride in the fact that the song sounds good

Romance

Takes his appearance very seriously, always carrying a makeup set and mirror with him just in case

Designs most of the overall aesthetics for the group, often arguing with the other members when they don’t follow his vision exactly

Has tried to physically tie down some of them so they’d let him do their makeup

Kind of a perfectionist, putting a lot of pressure on himself since he’s supposed to be the visuals of the group

Because of this he is constantly seeking validation for his actions

Loves interacting with fans, causing him to spend the most time with them out of everyone else in the group

Consumes a lot of romance media, and even has a collection of novels so he can get one liners from them to use during interviews

Has gotten called out on it a couple times, but he always manages to talk his way out of it

Also watches chick-flicks, basically studying the way the male leads interact with others so he can come off as charming as possible

Sometimes gets the other members to stand in as the girl so he can practice

Mystery is the only one who consistently agrees to it

Definitely has an alt account to see what others are saying about the group, and influences fans into loving him the most

Has read a few fanfics about himself, definitely using some of it as inspiration for when he does meet and greets

Has also written a few about himself-

On his main account, he posts a lot of self-care videos about how he does his hair, makeup, skin care etc

Keeps his room pristine and will crash out if anyone messes with his things

Also does a few thirst trap videos, learning a few moves from Abby

Can not believe someone doesn’t like him, and will honestly just try to charm them even more until they either give up or manage to get away

Is the most open out of all the members emotionally, and has tried getting them to open up

Despite the little success he gets from this, he still values communicating with the others

Especially since they have to constantly keep up appearances as idols in order to stay safe, which often gets to him mentally

Abby

Refuses to remain fully clothed the entire time during fan interactions

Insists on his shirt ‘accidentally’ ripping open at some point so she can show off his abs

If it was up to him, he’d never wear a shirt during performances but Jinu managed to convince/scare him into doing it

When it comes to makeup and hair though, he doesn’t really care

Therefore he’s one of the more cooperative members when it comes to styling those aspects

Loves cooking food ever since he came to the human world because of the variety of ingredients and recipes

Will force the other members to try it and practically chase them around the house until he can catch them

Also makes food for the animals Jinu brings over, bragging about how they love him the most because of it

Is extremely self centred, looking at himself in the mirror more than any of the other members

Definitely appreciates his human form the most-

Has also gotten into fights with the others because he kept flexing in front of them and telling them to watch

Choreographs all of the dances, getting inspiration from the videos Jinu sends so he knows what’s trending

Will refuse to let the others sleep until they get it down perfectly

However, he’s also the most competitive and will still try to out-dance them during practices and performances

Baby, Jinu and Mystery will purposefully cheat at games just to see him get unreasonably pissed at losing and flip the table or something

Definitely the easiest member to mess with

He’s also very serious about being a fan favourite, making sure his thirst trap videos gets the most likes out of everyone

Will go into the other member’s comment sections and tell their fans to like his videos-

He’ll also post cooking videos from time to time, taking a lot of pride in whatever dish he’s decided to make

Definitely one of the more genuinely social members, since he’s always trying to have proper conversations with fans during meet and greets

Is also the best with kids because of how immature he is

He probably has the same sense of humour as them-

Mystery

The most artistic member of the group, since he always has a new idea developing in his head

Loves making sketches and often drafts a lot of the concepts for the group

However his main role is making the instrumentals for songs, so he works very closely to Baby in order for the lyrics to match the sound

One of the more anti-social members but it’s done out of choice, not because he’s shy

Has a mischievous side sometimes, often teaming up with Baby or Jinu’s bird to steal things from the other members

Probably a kleptomaniac with how many items he’s just randomly taken from people during performances, interviews, even meet and greets-

Says it’s just because he’s curious about the items humans have nowadays, but all the members think he probably just likes the rush of stealing

Practically an insomniac since he stays up making things, and has heavy eye bags

However his hair covers this so no one can really tell

Romance has tried to cut his hair and has literally gotten barked at and almost bitten

Has accidentally snuck up on others because of how quiet he was

Uses this to his advantage when stealing-

Also loves doing it when playing pranks with Baby

Loves sneaking around with Jinu’s cat, the other members of the group have given both of them bell collars before but it didn’t work

Doesn’t post much other than aesthetic videos of drafts of his music

Does those cover videos that just show his torso playing guitar and the lyrics on screen

Is chronically online though, and is therefore the only person who always understands the references Baby makes

One of the more logical members, so he works a lot with Jinu when it comes to the business side of things

Refuses to talk to board members and people like that, however he will help find trends

When it comes to fan interactions, he doesn’t do much besides signing and saying the occasional thank you

This is cause he genuinely doesn’t care about being the most liked member, as long as the group is thriving

[rivereverie]

Just some observations on Astarion learning to see that he is loved

I just saw a clip of Astarion's response to his partner cheating on him with Mizora and it got me thinking. While his entire reaction is very telling and meaningful in its entirety, one line stood out to me:

"I really thought there was more to you. That you were better than other people"

This was striking because it immediately reminded me of something else he says, in the scene after his siblings attempt to capture and return him to Cazador:

"You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that."

These lines feel a little odd at first, because Astarion isn't known for putting the PC on a pedestal. I don't think that's exactly what he's doing here. I think these lines are just capturing the inner chaos and contradiction that naturally come with the gradual unraveling of a long-held worldview. At this point, Astarion is able to process that one person cares for and accepts him, but only one. They must be an outlier: an exception to the rule. Surely they're something special.

Obviously this isn't true, though, and the next step is for him to learn that the PC isn't actually unique in their ability to accept and care for him him. In fact, Astarion is already loved by others and just doesn't see it. This line of his is beautifully contrasted by Karlach's reaction to Astarion's near-abduction. She is righteously angry and protective because she loves Astarion too.

"I dare Cazador to sent more lackeys our way. This is our territory. I'll crack anyone who tries to come into my house and hurt my people."

Earlier in the story, we get a similar moment during the confession scene, showing again how Astarion isn't always able to see the truth of what others feel for him.

When he says this, he sounds surprised. Like the idea of a friend is a revelation. This kind of broke my heart when I first heard it, because I thought it was obvious to him that he already had friends, in both the other companions and my character. But I think a part of him genuinely was stuck in that old thought pattern of assuming that anyone who showed interest in him just wanted to use him. This also makes it clear just how divorced sex is from affection in his mind and experience. Though they've slept together at least several times and grown more emotionally intimate too, Astarion still needs confirmation that the PC actually cares for him.

I made a post once about the two triggers for Astarion's confession here, which further reveal his mindset: going out of your way and into danger to get his scars translated, or choosing not to force him into complying with Araj's dehumanizing demands. Both of these things are concrete demonstrations of respect and care for him and what he wants. Astarion knows very well how empty words can be, so actions are what finally help him believe that the PC cares about him, and gives him the impetus to confess.

Later, If you break up with Astarion, his reaction is extremely telling in that he regresses slightly from this healthier mindset he had developed:

"I can hardly blame you. I don't exactly have much to offer right now, beyond new burdens to carry."

Typically, we witness any traces of Astarion's self-deprecation filtered through irony or dark humor, so his vulnerability in this moment is stark.

He claims that he has very little to offer, but that just isn't true. He may be going through a bit of a crisis, but he is still a shockingly good partner given the circumstances. He is unwaveringly supportive, caring, and clearly tries to lighten his partner's emotional load when they begin to feel the strain of responsibility. Not to mention, just being himself still makes him perfectly worthy of being loved. In any relationship, there will be times when one person needs more support than they themself can give, and that doesn't mean that they aren't enough. We're seeing, yet again, that he sometimes just doesn’t recognize how deeply he is valued by others. At this point, maybe a part of him still feels like he needs to be of service in order to be accepted, let alone loved. I also personally interpret this line as partially concerning his insecurity around not "providing" his partner with sex at this time, reiterating this deeply internalized belief that he needs to perform in order to be valued.

All of these little moments add so much subtly and humanity to his character, and make his development feel natural and earned. The payoff is clear after Cazador's death, when we get to see his new confidence:

He doesn't have to ask "really?" this time.

"You believed in me - believed I was enough just the way I am."

He truly knows now that he is loved.

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Thinking about Bucky being sterile.

((CW: mentions of non-consensual Castration, discussions of infertility, Reader is implied to be AFAB))

Maybe HYDRA forcibly castrated him, maybe it was just an unfortunate side effect of the Serum variant he got, but regardless it does its job.

And to be clear, I don't think kids are something Bucky wants at this point (or even really thinks he deserves). But you have to remember that he’s from a time period where getting married and having kids was the expected thing a person did, whether he wants them or not not being able to have kids the old fashioned way has to be something that weighs on him in some capacity. Also just the idea that, be it intentional or not, HYDRA stripped him of the ability to even have the choice to have kids is something that feels like a way that they'll always have control over him and his sexuality and his ability to perform.

Maybe it's something that doesnt even really cross his mind until he meets you, and he realizes things are going well, and at some point you two are probably going to sleep together and it's going to come up. And he's terrified.

Because he trusts you.

Because he loves you.

You had had been so understanding, so patient. You'd gone at his pace in terms of physical affection, even though it meant that it was weeks into your relationship before you could even touch him. You'd held his hand and kissed his knuckles while he told you of his past as the Soldier, and had held him when it all became to much, wiping his tears with your thumb and whispering that it was okay, that no one was going to hurt him like that again. You were gentle, and patient, and kind, Bucky knew that.

But what if this was it? What if this was the straw that broke the camel's back, and you finally understood that he was no good, that you were better off without him?

He tried to push it from his mind and enjoy whatever time he got with you.

Trying to make as many good memories as possible so that he could hold onto them when you finally wised up and realized that he was ruined.

This comes to a head one night the two of you are getting hotter and heavier than you've ever been before, unable to keep your hands off each other. He gasps when your hands start to find their way to his belt, pulling away instantly with nervous eyes.

'N-no, it's not..." he struggles to find the words, 'there's something you need to know about me, my body..."

"Bucky?" You ask, wanting to both move closer and give him the space he needs all at once, "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Were we moving too fast?"

You hold his hand as he recounts what was done to him to render him sterile, and he tries to hold onto the memory of your warm hand in his, to memorize every detail for when you leave him behind. You're still holding it when he finishes.

"I understand if you want to leave," Bucky stares at the ground, "I won't stop you."

"Bucky..." you feel your throat tightening, "this doesn't change how I feel about you. Why would you think that it would?"

"Because I'm ruined." Every word in his trembling voice is a sledgehammer blow to your heart, "because I'm damaged goods. Because I can't have sex like a normal person, and if kids are something you want in the future I can't give them to you."

His eyes are filled with unshed tears as you take his face in your hands.

"Look at me, love," you can feel tears streaming down your cheeks, "you are not ruined, do you hear me? You're not. What they did to you was horrific, it was inhumane, but it didn't turn you into damaged goods. I don't care that you can't have sex like a ""normal person"". I will make as many adjustments as you need. I would do anything to make sure you feel safe and comfortable. Especially with something so vulnerable. And as far as kids go? If sometime way, way in the future we decide we want kids, there are other ways, Baby. That's not the only way. And even if it was, I wouldn't care. I just want to be with you, do you understand me? I just want you."

He hugs you tight, burying his face in your shoulder and crying softly as you stroke his hair.

"You have me, Bucky," you whisper, pressing soft kisses to his hair, "you have me, no matter what."

Maybe the two of you end up having sex that night, maybe you don't. It doesn't really matter by that point. And obviously, he's not magically healed of his trauma, he still struggles with his self worth, and his body, but you’re there to help him.

You make him feel good, feel safe. Like he's more than the things that were done to him, that he's worth more than what HYDRA took from him.

He loves you more than he can ever say.

Anyways this got long and ramble-y, but I just got thinking about how Bucky being sterilized would effect him and his self worth and his relationships and got thinking.

[kings-highway]

As Haikyuu fan, are you surprised that Yamaguchi is the captain in 3rd year? I was shocked when I knew it. I thought it will be, Hinata.

And, why do you think Haikyuu is fans favorite for m/m shipping? Like, what about Haikyuu that made shippers love it so much?

Hi hi!

I definitely was surprised to find out Yamaguchi became captain, and you'll probably be surprised to find out that I actually have big opinions on it. Overall, I understand why Yamaguchi became captain and I think it was a relatively interesting move, and do definitely respect the choice. It certainly leaves a lot of interesting options open. *However,* I do also think it was the haikyuu narratives' weakest decision. And I mean that in terms of symbolism and balance. Yamaguchi is given *zero* interaction with captains, or to-be captains, on any teams, that show any kind of affinity towards leadership and growth in that direction. The only point you see him showing leadership qualities is his scene with Tsukki, with the "what else do we need but our pride," philosophy. Otherwise, the character arc he goes on is far more concerned with his personal lack of ability. Yamaguchi's story is "I want to be good enough to stand on the court" NOT "I want to be good enough to support my team." which is a very important distinction. And what's upseting about this is that I can see Yamaguchi's character arc so clearly to become captain, but they never give him those moments. Ennoshita is clearly shown wrangling and having moments to corral the team, Daichi is obvious a constant pillar of support and understands what makes everyone tick perfectly - all they would have had to do is, say, show Yamaguchi giving one (1) pep talk that was to someone other that his childhood best friend, or like, not panicking and thinking Yachi was dead when all he needed to do was give her Gravol.

I think the best way to fix the Yamaguchi-to-captain story would have been to give him even just one or two moments in the Inarizaki match where he is able to identify Kita as both the captain and a spare player, and recognize that valuable players are not always star-lineup players. Because at the end of the day, Ennoshita was a Daichi-style captain, but Yamaguchi is a Kita-captain. He works relentlessly even when there is little payout, his skills are all honed and practiced instead of raw talent, and he certainly could earn the #1, but I think his hatred of his bench position is what sets him apart from Kita and makes his eventual captaincy feel like a random decision, because a true captain would have learn, at some point, that if he wasn't the best player for the team, then it was good he was sitting out. Like Kita does - and like vice-captain Suga demonstrates as well.

And on TOP of it all, Hinata is given *direct* comparison to Daichi several times throughout the show (learning to receive, being the only middle school captains to "care" when they lose, they both have the same bike scene where they stop in front of a TV to learn about the volleyball game.) AND Hinata is explicitly stated to be like "direct sunlight" where characters are CONSTANTLY describing how being with him makes them want to fight as hard as they can. Fucking *Tsukki* even says it, at the training camp, how Hinata just being in the room makes him feel like he has to work way harder. Plus he clawed his middle school team together from the ground up with his own hands, he was made to be a captain. But for some reason Hinata is denied being the team captain, maybe because it would be "too obvious," even though Hinata LEARNS that "it's about the team" lesson that Yamaguchi never does in his pursuit of a better serve.

So I like Captain Yamaguchi, I think it does work well. But I think it was a weak storytelling decision that, because it's not played into, actually detracts from Yamaguchi's storyline by making him (in the meta narrative) as important as the others. So you get your four first years, and you have the star setter, the mastermind blocker, the ace, and the captain, whereas Yamaguchi spends the whole series supposedly showing that "even average people can learn to fight," that's sort of detracted from by the storytelling choice of him secretly being the to-be captain the whole time (unless, of course, they had leaned into the Kita-thing.)

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Also Haikyuu fans have mostly M/M shipping because they have 100+ named characters with personalities, backstories and futures and 6 of them are women.

You can talk about what toxic women-hating discourse you want to, but the truth is, the haikyuu fandom *loves* it's women. And they respect pretty much every canon M/F Ship. Mika and Daishou are ADORED. If someone doesn't like TanaKiyo, it's usually to swap it for KiyoYachi, a F/F ship. I don't know about you, but pretty much every DaiSuga shipper I know is also like 90% sure that canon DaiYui would be absolutely delightful. Personally, if Bokuaka weren't so popular I think Yuki and Bokuto would have been an adorable ship, and I wish people shipped Terushima with Hana more. They have a lot of good, natural chemistry with the very few named women available, but unfortunately this is a show about boys' sports teams and my god it shows.

And unfortunately it's the fault of the haikyuu promotional team and writers for creating the shipping culture it has, because these characters have fucking government assigned best friends that always appear together. All the most popular ships are literally besties and appear beside each other as mascots for their team. I mean, look at this picture: This is the loading screen wallpaper for the Haikyuu mobile game "Fly High"

That's... yep. With the exception of the Miya Twins, that's every character + their most popular ship.

As a result, I think the haikyuu fandom tended to latch onto the pairs idea. All the common ships - even rarer ones - are usually based on who the characters' assigned bathroom buddy is. And notably, the only break for this is Asahi-Noya-Tanaka. Where Noya seems to flip between standing beside Tanaka and standing beside Asahi, which REALLY highlights even moreso why these pairs are taken as romantic, because then only reason this happens is because Tanaka's actual pair is his future fucking wife.

And before anyone says "but SakuAtsu-!" yall cannot escape the fact that Sakusa's first biggest ship was his cousin (and assigned bathroom buddy) that yall shipped because they were pairs and only managed to break out of it when the cousin-fairy came down from the sky like a fucked up Cassandra Clare plotline. But, Atsumu was only "free" to be shipped because his assigned bathroom buddy was his brother.

This isn't, obviously, to diss any of these pair ships - I love all of them! Because I love friends to lovers more than anything else, and I think it's really cute that all the haikyuu characters get a little bestie to follow them around. But I also think the "Haikyuu only likes M/M ships" idea is a bit of a correlation/causation misdirect, because it's a show that really does only have M/M friendships, and still absolutely adores the women when given them. At least... on my side of the internet. If you're experiencing Kiyoko hate call 911 and leave the building now, you're in the wrong half of the fandom my friend.

[starlightshadowsworld]

You know what sure why not.

The backstory that many people like to give Dazai is just a re-skinned version of Yosano’s canon backstory….and it doesn’t work for him.

Atsushi doesn’t talk about his past often and the repetitiveness of his orphanage flashbacks in season 1 is really just how PTSD works.

Dazai still being suicidal while at the Agency isn’t proof the Agency don’t care about him….because that’s not how that works.

Dazai told Akutagawa to go to the boat but Akutagawa did not lay down his life to save Atsushi on the boat because Dazai told him too.

Kenji’s not dumb he’s just a kind kid who has his own way of doing things.

Fyodor (as it currently stands) to me is superficially deep. I just don’t find him all that complex in the slightest.

Higuchi and Akutagawa act very similar it’s just that they obsess over different people.

Ango wouldn’t be here if Dazai didn’t still care about him.

I get why they’re called that but I’m not a fan of calling Fukuzawa and Mori a Soukoku generation. It’s a moniker that Dazai and Chuuya earned that Dazai then gave to Atsushi and Akutagawa.

Fukuchi’s plan is just a re-skinned version of Mori’s plan from the war and I’d argue it makes less sense the 2nd time around.

Ango hating betrayal is not a haha gotcha moment.

A lot of the issues people have with the anime could be fixed by reading the manga. Not all but most of the ones I’ve seen.

Soukoku doesn’t just amount to Dazai’s the brains and Chuuya’s the brawn.

More people in this series should lie about the nature of their ability.

I am not a fan of any “Dazai is the author” scenarios and that includes Beast Dazai.

Atsushi and Akutagawa have been desperately trying to understand each other since that first boat fight.

Atsushi’s potential backstory doesn’t have to involve some form of cannibalism….I just want people to know that’s an option.

we listen and we don't judge bsd opinions, but while i listen, i also judge very much :)

everyone should send me bsd opinions for me to scrutinize (and also since itll be public, for everyone else to scrutinize)

[thewordfortheday]

James 1:17 implies that all good things and perfect gifts in life originate from God. God has blessed us with jobs, a home, family and many other things. And along with that, He has given us responsibilities...we are to take care of what He has given us. We have to keep our homes clean, see that our children are well-fed, and do our best in our work places. All these require hard work and persistence.

“Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31

When we come to the realisation that, we work for the glory of God, then even the most menial task will become pleasurable. God grants us the grace and strength to do it to the best of our ability, without grumbling or complaining.

[olgasaysso]

The apothecary diaries made me realize something very interesting about how women perceive power...

I can't be the only one who noticed that in stories written by women power is often compared to a prison or a cage meanwhile in the ones written by men it's mostly fun and freedom.

It is that women tend to see power as more of an responsibility and men think of it as the ability to do whatever they want?

The apothecary diaries made me think of it first. I discovered with surprise that I actually like the emperor, which I almost never do. Any guy that has relationship with more than one woman at once tends to disgust me, especially if he's in a position of power but for some reason not him.

Because the emperor is as much a prisoner as the 2000 women in the rear palace. Maybe even more because as long as he doesn't touch them, they're allowed to leave.

Like on one hand, he's the most powerful man in the empire. He calls the shots, right?

But on the other hand, he can't even properly protect Lishu from being sold to some pedofile by her father. The only way he could protect her was to make her his concubine and how f*cked up is that? She's like a daughter to him and the only way he could protect her was by marrying her? And then he couldn't even spend time with her anymore because that would be read wrong.

It's the fact that 3 of his children died because there was no proper medic to save them due to the fact that they don't allow non eunuchs to treat them and forbid women practicing medicine... when he doesn't even care about that. He hasn't blinked once at Maomao running around the inner palace and being a doctor.

At first when I was watching the story I thought of how horrible it was that he didn't even visit Lady Lihua after their son died. But then it made me think of how he's literally not allowed to get attached because of his position and how hard it is for him? The fact that he couldn't even provide enough support for Lady Ah-Duo so she doesn't lose her uterus? The fact that she switched their baby with his brother and he had to watch his son grow up "away" from him?

There's so much more to this, especially with Jinshis approach to power and I could go on an on but I think I made my point.

And when I started comparing the stories written by women to those by men... Women tend to write power as more of a burden than a gift.

After watching TAD I watched solo leveling.

And for those of you who don't know, it's basically a story about a guy who suddenly "discovers" that he's like a character in a game (not exactly but it's be too long to explain) and basically finds out that he has endless potential and over the course of the story he becomes the most powerful being in the entire universe.

And there's a moment where he's talking to his little sisters friend that gets very misread as something inappropriate by another character.

This other character points out, kindly, to Sung Jinwoo that the girl is a minor.

Sun Jinwoo doesn't understand so he just looks at him and asks "so?".

And so the guy immediately gets scared and never mentions it again despite the two of them being friends.

This moment is kind of played for laughs. Nothing actually happened, Sung Jinwoo is a good guy so he wouldn't.

But he could. Nobody could do anything to stop him.

And when I watched that I laughed too. But then I thought of how terrifying that is. To have someone be so above the law, this untouchable. Who can do anything he pleases because no one will ever stop him.

But that's never actually adressed in the show other than to show us how cool this is.

It this was written by Natsu Hyūga there'd probably be a million different situations to show us how fucked up this is and how it weighs on the main character.

In the apothecary diaries Jinshi doesn't even want to ask anything directly of Maomao because he doesn't want her to interpret it as an order.

[seekingxanadu]

This 💯! And while we are here NO to Dick's mantles being distributed to his "brothers". Tim and Damian have their own journeys, even if their hero journey originates with Dick's Robin mantle, and they and others are ample capable of creating their own mantles instead of waiting in the wings to snatch up mantles Dick BUILT himself. Robin and Nightwing (irrespective of retcons) were BUILT to tribute Dick's losses and gains in terms of family - The Graysons, Titans, Superman, Bruce, and as a personal manifesto of hope and continuity for Dick himself. Let the OG orphaned baby superhero who has a unique ability to BUILD mantles (He was Red Robin first too lol) keep what he creates.

Dick might be at peace about the multiple givings away of Robin - a mantle that Dick BUILT in memoriam to his beloved parents whom he watched murdered in front of his eyes, in tribute to EVERYTHING he lost including his parents, his family, his community, his native land as the circus was for him - either because Robin gave some other kids a purpose or never raking up Robin's loss for the sake of his own mental health.

The fandom narrative of uber wealthy heirs waiting to snatch a circus orphan's mantles he built with his heroism, his pursuit of justice, his care of people rich or poor, his setting of golden standards that ALL legacy characters are judged by, sounds a particular nasty way. Time to normalise not giving away Dick's mantles, teams, love interests, BFFs 😂

If I see another Wally West as Flamebrid fic I’m going to riot. To me, that such a clavar indicative that people either don’t know that much about him or just don’t care and it’s more likely the second one. Oh they know enough about Dick to know where his name came from but somehow don’t know about the importance of Wally’s own hero name? Come on.

I once read a fic we’re Damian was Nightwing and Jon was Flamebird and while I disliked that a bit, at least it made sense for them, because when it’s Damian’s brother and a Kryptonian Legend, which fit both of them. But Wally??? He’s one of the MOST important legacy characters out there!! His entire arc revolves around surpassing Barry!! There is no universe in which he would ditch the flash family, and run with his boyfriend. It’s taking away a center part of what makes him himself just to fill in the role of someone else’s partner. And boy does that piss me off.

[jjkbambi]

On a day when his ex has his son Luigi takes her out to dinner and then they spend the night at his place. Maybe her daddy makes her squirt for the first time 😮

ugh hold on. single dad luigi is sooo romantic <3 before he even introduced himself, he knew the sound of your mornings: the clink of your spoon in the cereal bowl, the short, irritated sigh when you forgot your keys. he could tell what kind of night you’d had by the cadence of your footsteps. he could tell who you were talking to by the way your voice pitched. bright for your sister, cooler for your dates.

and he hated your dates. not that there were many. he’d know. he would sit on the other side of the drywall, lights off, jaw tight, fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie. not angry. not jealous. just watching the clock. counting the seconds. timing how long it took you to fake that laugh.

he could hear it. all of it. the flirting, the kissing, the moaning, the begging. he told himself over and over he was just looking out for you. being neighborly. caring. he was just watching. just listening. just making sure you were safe. just this, just that. he was a father after all. he just had that instinct. and, sometimes, a lot of the time, it zeroed in on you.

thank god, you always had enough energy to talk on the phone after. liked to vent. how bored you were. how frustrated. it’s like you wanted him to listen. it’s like you needed him to.

there were a checklist of things you hated about men. a routine of complaints. couldn’t cook, red-pilled, didn’t read, talked too much. either had the enthusiasm of a wet rag or the drive of an inexperienced frat boy. didn’t know how to touch you, finger you, eat you out.

of course they didn’t. how could they? the longer your dry spell goes on, the more his code shifts. you’re giggling at something your friend says over the phone, while he’s on the other side of the wall, pumping his red-angry cock. you’re probably doe-eyed in bed, twirling your hair, plotting on your next midnight affair. having no clue how worked up you’ve got the man next door. quite frankly, it was beginning to get really really really fucking annoying that none of the guys had the gall to get you off. because he knew he could. easily. he could give you your first real orgasm. a beautiful woman like you deserved it. he could knew he could make it happen. if you just let him have his way with you he’d give you something worthy of being talked about. he doesn’t even realize he’s jacking off to your voice until his cum shoot out all over his wall. a storm of curse words erupted from his lips.

not your name, not yet.

he won’t use it until he’s introduced himself properly. formally. politely. like a gentleman.

he imagines it often—looking you in the eyes, smiling the way good neighbors do. introduce himself and pretend like he hasn’t imagined you writhing underneath him. shake your hand like he doesn’t hear you touching yourself every night. no matter how familiar he’s gotten with you, he’s not an animal. he would be friendly. make conversation. hold eye contact. what kind of man would he be if he didn’t?

luigi prides himself on his ability to be normal around you. even if it is just parking lot glances and shy smiles in the mailroom. he’d wait. he is waiting. until a week later, when he finds your underwear in the dryer—something sheer, pale pink. still a little damp.

you must’ve forgotten it.

he held it in his hands longer than he should have.

he’s not a thief. he’s not pathetic. he’s a gentleman, really, truly, to his core. maybe he let the moment stretch a second longer than appropriate, sure. he’d admit to that, if you’d asked.

but you wouldn’t. you’d never find out. he placed it where you’d find it. went on with his day. smiled at you in the stairwell.

because he knew he didn’t need to take anything. you’ll give it to him.

eventually.

[johannestevans]

a thing i love about kai winn is the way in which she is OBSESSED with personal responsibility as a way of absolving herself of her influence over others.

it's bareil's CHOICE to kill himself because she won't tell him not to. it's people's CHOICE to follow their d'jarras. "i won't interfere."

this poor insane and absurdly scarred woman who is repeatedly and continuously rejected by her own gods. a starfleet human is their new messiah, to whom the prophets continuously reach out. the prophets are speaking to everybody but her - not just kira, youthful and disobedient and chaotic

but fucking. more humans. a trill. odo. a FERENGI!!!!

forsaken by the prophets during the occupation and like… it's so easy for kira to judge her, she thinks, when kira had weapons, and winn never did. all she had was her mind and her ability to talk and manipulate and bribe

and she is so absurdly lonely. she's no longer in a prison cell the way she was for most of the occupation, but she may as well be. everyone thinks her cold and treacherous - the ds9 cmo calls her a coward to her face! her!!!! a priestess who has survived a genocide, this CHILD, calls her a coward!!

and in her mind i think it's just. so much easier to think of everything in terms of… people make choices. she's not making anyone do anything. she's not holding a gun or the weight of an occupying force. she's not making any threats. people can just make their choices. like she has - has had to

and like. god. her gods do not give a single fuck about her. when she's finally able to reach out to them outright that they do not think about her and if they did they would think she's fucking cringe. when your own gods say you're not worth shit, well, okay! i guess she'll do whatever then!

i understand why people have like. a massive knee jerk response to winn - i do think that people wrongly conflate her fundamentalism with american christian fundamentalism & its ideologies, bc like. she is not an american. she is not a member of the dominant culture. she is a genocide survivor

and god like. you can see the acid in her mouth whenever she's negotiating with the cardassians, but more than that like. kira as a member of the bajoran militia works very closely with starfleet, and she's also federation-pilled from hanging out with those rootbeer-drinking freaks 24/7

winn doesn't have that. all she has is the knowledge that starfleet watched the cardassians rape and pillage and abuse and murder her people for decades and not give a flying fuck because the bajorans didn't have anything they wanted. and then the wormhole appeared. and suddenly they were helping

and idk like. she's so painfully uncomfortable with quark naming a fucking dessert after her and trying to get her to try it bc she's not a fucking celebrity and she doesn't want to be.

kira accuses her of wanting fame and her place in history but that's so clearly not what she cares about

she genuinely DOES want what's best for her people. and unfortunately, like kira, she very much has an all or nothing spirit about the whole thing. for winn, that doesn't mean bombing the families of oppressors or blowing up DS9 to stop the cardassians from taking it. it means shit like this

taking every single advantage she can get, using up her assets even when those assets are dying in front of her, even when super fucking unethical medical stuff is being done - letting bareil die when, really, he didn't need to, just for one treaty where there will be others, frankly

but kai can't think of all the people she's killing or leaving behind, because she's not that kind of strategician and she's not ACTUALLY interested in Going Down In History. what she wants, what she has always wanted, is to save what she sees as The Core of Bajor as best she can, and preserve it

part of that is saving people, redirecting prison ships, fucking off the cardassians, getting these treaties signed. part of that IS keeping starfleet at arm's length and, frankly, ensuring that bajor doesn't become a federation planet and get subsumed into federation culture.

and most of all it's faith and doctrine and her fundamentalist understandings of bajoran texts and the teachings of the prophets, because that is what helped her survive, and therefore, in her fucked-up head, all that MUST survive in perpetuity

god. i love that awful woman

[bloodandiron-if]

Care to share some facts about the ROs?

Ooo, I was ready for this one!! (For now I’ll give five each)

⚠️ LENGTHY CONTENT INCOMING ⚠️

- - -

OPERATIVE D-6

- Has a very uncanny ability to memorize rooms, exits, threats and people within seconds of entering an area.

- They tend to flinch at loud, unexpected laughter since they don’t know how to react to joy that feels too big for them to handle.

- Sleeps facing the door, always. Even in deep sleep, their muscles stay slightly tense.

- (If you had a good relationship with them as a child) They used to trace the edge of the MC’s palm in the Facility over and over again like it was there grounding ritual.

- Doesn’t believe in luck. Only timing.

- - -

DETECTIVE JUNO REYES

- Has a beat-up cassette player in their car that only plays two tapes: one is Latin jazz, the other is Springsteen.

- Keeps a photograph of their younger brother tucked inside their badge wallet—face rubbed half faded from years of handling.

- Smokes when they’re stressed but only lights half the cigarette.

- Hates lying, but has become frighteningly good at it.

- Would rather take a bullet than let someone else bleed on their watch.

- - -

NICO/NIA RUSSO

- Has a scar on their right hand from punching a metal paper towel dispenser in high school.

- Carries a beat-up bottle opener on their keychain—it used to hang in their uncle’s pizzeria before he gave it to them “for luck.” They act like it’s junk, but never go anywhere without it.

- Refuses to let anyone else touch their food, but will steal bites off your plate without hesitation.

- Swears they don’t care about anything, but will offer to walk you home in the dark.

- Once got into a fistfight over someone insulting Reese (and won).

KIERAN/KIERA MYLES

- Tends to favour sleeping with a knife under their pillow, even if they’re in a luxury hotel.

- They always gravitate towards wearing cologne/perfume that smells like gunpowder and leather.

- You’ll never hear them tell the same story twice the same way.

- Knows exactly how close they can stand without touching you—and enjoys pushing that line.

- Keeps a cracked silver lighter on them at all times. It's old. It's sentimental. No one gets to ask why.

- - -

ALEX/ALEXI MONROE

- Has a resting bitch face that makes them seem cold or unfriendly—but one real smile from them and that whole illusion falls apart.

- They used to work for a program that looked after unloved and abused kids. They understood that kind of silence—growing up in a home where love was distant and no one really looked out for each other.

- Has insomnia, but sleeps best when curled up against someone else.

- Mutters random strings of words under their breath when nervous—never loud enough to be caught.

- They will touch your face like they’re afraid you’ll vanish between blinks.

- - -

ROWAN/RHEA CARTER

- Has read The Communist Manifesto, The Art of War, and Jane Eyre—and quotes them out sometimes.

- Keeps lists of names in their journal of people to save, people to burn, and people they couldn’t do either for.

- Carries matches even though they don’t smoke. Says it’s a symbol. No one’s ever gotten the full story about it.

- They hold eye contact like it’s a challenge—but softens immediately when you’re the one looking back.

- Believes in justice more than survival. But when it comes to you? That belief gets real…complicated.

[scoobywrites690]

Soap pouncing on you in the shower.

The end kinda falls off i think because i suddenly lost all ability to write an ending 🤦‍♀ cw: Shower sex, creampie

Tryna have a nice long shower under the stream of hot water either ends in one of two ways. Either you get a nice shower, you get to lather yourself in your favourite body wash, and gently massage conditioner into your hair working out any tangles until it’s silky smooth, to then wrap yourself in a warm fluffy towel when you get out. 

Or you get Johnny’s version of a shower. Which consists of waiting till he hears the water start running before stripping off everything on his body, to then sneak his way into the bathroom. The room is already filled with steam as he enters, your clothes discarded in a pile on the floor as he tiptoes his way deeper into the room. 

He’s not sure why he still tries to be sneaky as he knows you’re well aware of his games, but it adds to the thrill I guess. Reaching out to pull back the shower curtain a smidge before hopping into the shower with you. His hands instantly on your body pushing you up against the cold wall.

Your tits pressed up against the wet tile as Johnny presses himself against you, his cock already hard as he rubs himself up against your ass. The stream of hot water coming down on both of you as Johnny’s hands glide across the wet surface of your skin as he feels you up. 

Sliding over the swell of your ass, your skin as smooth as butter under his calloused hands. Gliding over the skin of your stomach before reaching the peaks of your tits, the sensitive skin pebbled in goosebumps as it’s pushed up against the cold tile. Your nipples hard as rocks as they rub against the tile, perky and desperate for Johnny’s attention. 

Your ass pushing back onto his hard cock, rubbing up against it has Johnny groaning in your ear, rough and raw almost like a growl. His hands come down to grip onto your hips, pulling your ass out from the wall making your back arch in the middle. Before he’s grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance. 

His tip pushes past your entrance, stretching you out ready for the rest of his cock. As Johnny wasn’t big in length but what he lacks in that he makes up in girth. And the dull ache between your legs afterwards proves it. 

Fisting a handful of your hair Johnny pulls your head back allowing him to whisper dirty words into your ear as he pushes inside of you. Your face contorting into pictures of pleasure and pain as you wince at the sharp sting that always follows when Johnny finally bottoms out inside of you.

His cock splitting you in half as he begins to roll his hips. Skin slapping against skin as he deepens his thrusts. His grip tightening in your hair as he fucks into you. The shower is still pouring water onto the both of you, filling the room with a thick amount of steam. 

But that’s Johnny’s last thought right now, feeling you soft, tight walls squeezing his dick is more important to him. His free hand slipping in between your thighs to find you clit. Rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brows knitting together as you bounce your ass back to meet Johnny’s thrusts, desperate to feel more of his cock rubbing against your walls. 

Pulling out of you Johnny’s quick to spin you around, pushing you back against the wall before hoisting you up into his arms. Your legs wrapping around his waist before he’s sliding back inside of you. With the perfect view of your face and tits now, Johnny’s thrust begin to grow sloppy as he litters your chest with hickeys, marking you up for the world to see. 

It’s not long before Johnny’s spilling inside of you and you’re squeezing down on him. Both of you taking your time to revel in your orgasms before letting each other go. With both of you then taking the time to wash each other off before stepping out, with Johnny getting out first so he can wrap you up in a nice fluffy towel. Taking care to dry you off before helping you into a fresh pair of pj’s.

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[zommblez]

ooo what magic do you headcanon each of the algebraliens specialize in,,,, listens intently

okay so! i dont have an idea for allllll the algebraliens these are my ideas so far!! [i think all algebralians have baseline similar powers but they each have a type they specialize in think of it like mlp cutie marks and special talents] four has chaos magic and has been teaching X for many years which is why X has very similar abilities to four two is like twilight sparkle if we're using a mlp comparison: they specialize in magic over all which is why they're so strong [im still working on what to do with 2 in this headcannon] five has water based magic shes able to control tides and have water do whatever she wants she can also breath underwater [aside from 4 and X the others would drown eventually]

six has creation magic using her paint they can make paint clones i also like to think she could make like mario 64 paintings you can go inside and is probably how you get to their pocket dimension instead of a door like one and four

nine has "comic" magic im not sure what the right word is to describe their powers he can create scene transitions and backgrounds/ special effects in reality they pretty much only use this to create dramatic flair for themself

ten obviously has music based magic like i said in this ask but they can influence others around him with his music and can play any instrument

ideas i have that dont have much substance to them yet: three has shadow magic and is able to create an aura similar to what evil leafy does the zeros dont have any magic at first but are able to learn copy magic being able to do lesser versions of the others and they can also enhance their power by holding hands [like a care bear stare or something]