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𓆩♡𓆪 𝔾𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 II 𓆩♡𓆪

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~ This time ya gonna see how we do it like that ~ ──────────────────────────────

𓆩♡𓆪 Sagittarius Sun, Mars, Venus or Mercury will make you such a sassy person, literally "savage" the definition of these placements

𓆩♡𓆪 When you have Mars aspecting the Midheaven people will see you as a competition, they'll try to compete with you

𓆩♡𓆪 Cancer Mars and Moon can have issues with understanding their feelings, but that doesn't stop them from expressing themselves and getting better

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We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open

We're running this world, we keeping it turning

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𓆩♡𓆪 Aries and Aquarius Lilith are 2 rebellious forces of nature, Lilith may act like she needs to change something in herself here, it can be in her personality

𓆩♡𓆪 Saturn in the same house as Lilith or conjuncting Lilith can be a dangerous placement because Lilith here won't listen to anybody and will do her own thing. She can feel chained up

𓆩♡𓆪 The aura a Capricorn gives is always dark, I love how Capricorn can resemble the dark "goat", Capricorn always gave Maleficent vibes especially when it comes to being ambitious

𓆩♡𓆪 Mercury/Gemini in the 5H can make you to be attracted be multiple people or to have more crushes, doesn't always have to be a relationship

𓆩♡𓆪 Leo Sun, Risings and Venus are the embodiment of a queen, for some reason I always think of Cleopatra of Egypt everytime I think about Leo placements ( Leo Venus gives highly Bastet vibes)

𓆩♡𓆪 If you have a "yang" moon sign like air or fire signs and you have Pluto aspecting the Moon, the aspects will make your moon to act more dark/misterious than already it is

𓆩♡𓆪 Lilith in Gemini/3rd house will tend to talk more harshly if they're feeling threatened by a person, especially if they want to call that person out for something

𓆩♡𓆪 Everytime I see someone trying to look for a "loyal relationship" I always think they must have Saturn - Venus aspects or Saturn in Libra or Saturn in the 5H or 7H!! major loyal relationship vibes

𓆩♡𓆪 Lilith in Leo. I love this placement but its bad trait can be that, they love the attention and if they don't get it. These natives can get mad or just annoyed about it

𓆩♡𓆪 Saturn in Scorpio or in the 8H talks about a major want or "need" for feeling comfortable with their intimacy or sexuality, they just want to feel good and protected in the same time

𓆩♡𓆪 Virgo Moons aspected by Lilith can act "unholy" which can indicate being more critical than usual maybe more strict even with yourself, is important to give yourself peace of mind

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Sirene (1009) aspecting Saturn can make you to be more attracted in older people than you, sexually, romantically etc

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Sirene (1009) aspecting the Sun will Influence the native to be more aware of their personality and aura, like you know how attractive and beautiful you can be

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Eros (433) in Cancer/4H or Cancer Degrees 4°, 16°, 28° will mostly attract a partner who will be a familist/a person who puts family over everything/traditional spouse too

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Eros (433) in Virgo/6H or Virgo Degrees 6°, 18° will mostly attract a very hardworking spouse, someone will know how important the "devotion" to the world

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We're living like giants

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𓆩♡𓆪 People don't talk enough about how Mars - Jupiter and Venus - Jupiter aspects can make you horny 24/7, not gonna lie their sexual hormones are crazy

𓆩♡𓆪 Saturn in Gemini or the 3rd house natives will find themselves constantly pushed into situations where the need to have good communication skills will become apparent

𓆩♡𓆪 Gemini Risings are remarcabile in making themselves socially liked by others, I admire their social skills and their friendship commitment

𓆩♡𓆪 Saturn in the 1st/10th and 6th house are big glow up placements, for yourself, career and even your mental health

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Eros (433) in Libra/7H/ or at 7°, 19° degrees, can we talk a bit about how romantic these placements are?? Eros is getting into "addicted" phase here and is just so in love with everything

𓆩♡𓆪 Venus in Virgo/Venus in the 6th or Venus at 6°. 18° degrees can have quality time and acts of service as their love languages and they're honestly trying their best at making people feeling seen and comforted

𓆩♡𓆪 Neptune/Jupiter/Uranus in the 1st house can he gifted with spiritual gifts, they're usually much more spiritual than other people even since from childhood

𓆩♡𓆪 People don't talk enough about how Moon in the 9th house can make you tied to a certain culture or tradition. It can be yours or others, but you'll get so tied in that culture that you'll adore it

𓆩♡𓆪 I have my 7H lord in the 9H in my sidereal/vedic chart and my friends always joke about me marrying someone religious (I PRAY to not), im more spiritual than religious and marrying someone religious will be the end for me (They say I'm gonna marry a priest help 😭😭😭)

𓆩♡𓆪 Pluto in the 11th house will make the native more powerful in their communities, or in their social group, you gain power with community

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Eros (433) in Capricorn/10th house or at 10°, 22° will attract that type of "boss" figure spouse in their lives, it can be a dominant figure too and very influential in their lives

𓆩♡𓆪 Moon or Venus in the 6H are the best placements to have if you love animals 🐶🐈🐨, I adore these placements in the 6H (can't relate I don't have any) but I love seeing them in a chart

𓆩♡𓆪 Some obvs. for your 1H lord in other house

1st house lord in the 6H > Prioritize your health and your capacity for work/service, taking a break is vital for you

1st house lord in the 2nd H > your self worth and is more precious than any gold or diamonds from this earth

1st house lord in the 7H > Relationships are healthy and important for a human but don't forget to prioritize yourself as well

1st house lord in the 5H > Finding your joy and your own talents is the best thing you can do

1st house lord in the 9H > Don't let others to decide your fate, you can do it by yourself! Try to be more free than ever

1st house lord in the 12H > Your subconscious is as powerful as your spirit, you learn that your destiny will always be by your side

𓆩♡𓆪 Having Saturn as your asc ruler like Cap or Aqua risings is not an easy job because Saturn is teaching you how to deal with life independently

𓆩♡𓆪 Venus in Aquarius/Venus at 11°, 23° degrees, people get so easily attached by you with this placement, you like "one of them" and the community support is always so heart warming

𓆩♡𓆪 Saturn or Mercury in the 6H can make you anxious at your job, not that "severe" anxiety but still stressing

𓆩♡𓆪 Lilith in Virgo/6H can be full of storms, because they can feel drained and tired from others energy, people tend to ignore or forget about their needs and these natives can end up in a bad mood

𓆩♡𓆪 Neptune/Pisces/Moon or Cancer in the 2H can get emotionally attached by the things they own. It can be a sentimental relationship with material things

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Ya thought that we were weak but we coming right back

This time ya gonna see how we do it like that

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𓆩♡𓆪 Saturn aspecting the Moon, especially in harsh aspects, has a hard time dealing with their emotions, is okay to let your feeling out sometimes

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Sirene (1009) having no aspects or sitting empty in a chart can indicate a native who didn't discovered their sexual potential yet

𓆩♡𓆪 Pisces + Taurus combo in a chart can indicate a native who can be a very dreamy and artistic person, their talent can be insane

𓆩♡𓆪 Saturn/Pluto and Lilith in the 4H can grow in very strict households, and it is very important to heal and grow and to NOT be like them and to not fall in their footsteps in case they're toxic

𓆩♡𓆪 Jupiter aspecting the ascendant native is looking hella good because you'll have Jupiter blessing your body. If you don't love your body, start to do so

𓆩♡𓆪 Sagittarius Risings lining up to be some of the most luckiest people in the world because Jupiter, the planet of luck, is rulling their 1st house. The same can apply if you are Jupiter Dominant

𓆩♡𓆪 Having Jupiter aspecting the Neptune makes you the most dreamiest person ever, never stop believing in your dreams, or your magic will fade away literally

𓆩♡𓆪 Sagittarius + Libra combo in a chart can make you to be more bold, wild, sexy, pretty than ever, shine brighter than the diamonds with Venus - Jupiter as your rulers

𓆩♡𓆪 Scoprio + Virgo/Capricorn in a chart can make the native enchanted, mysterious, and even more magnetic. You can have vampire energy

𓆩♡𓆪 North Node aspecting Saturn gives the native the power to go through their obstacles in life, is indeed an indicator for having karmic lessons, but you gonna rise victorious out of this

𓆩♡𓆪 Venus aspecting Neptune or Pluto makes you fall in love with the 'bad' guys. They can be toxic, manipulators, and yes, extremely hot, but that was not the point ;)

𓆩♡𓆪 Sun aspecting Mars natives have that unique energy to make everything possible, they are very ambitious and will make it to happen

𓆩♡𓆪 Mars in the same house as Mercury or Mars aspecting Mercury will be very sassy/dramatic in their talks/conversations, even sarcastic sometimes

𓆩♡𓆪 12H in Leo/South Node in Leo/Saturn in Leo/8H in Leo gives "royalty up to my veins." They can have a presence of a royalty in other people's lives

𓆩♡𓆪 Pluto or Lilith aspecting the ascendant gives major jealousy vibes when it comes to your looks/appearance people wish to look like you

𓆩♡𓆪 Moon in the 11H/Moon in Aquarius natives are gifted with incredible friends in this life. The meaning of these placements is to find friends you can relate with, very underrated placements ♡

𓆩♡𓆪 Lilith in the 4H and Cancer Lilith can be placements because you're not always surrounded with love or kindness, that's why is hard for you to give the same energy back

𓆩♡𓆪 Air Risings remind me of 90's songs. For some reason, I have always considered the 90s to be Air Risings era, related to music style kinda makes sense because

Libra Risings because Venus gives them the gift of arts and music, Libra because of their unique fashion (The 90's fashion in music industry was BOMB)

Gemini Risings because Mercury is heavy tied with music and with what we hear, Gemini because is tied with communication and learning skills in music

Aquarius Risings because of Uranus's help to bring uniqueness and difference in music styles, also to make it widely more known, Aquarius to make it comfortable for the community of music

Not me debating the reason 😭😭 i got too deep with this subject lol

𓆩♡𓆪 Let me tell ya guys ,it happens to have my Lilith [1181] conj my Aphrodite in the 5H (house of kids😭😭), these both make me to not want kids never, and I actually like it because i am a generational curse breaker anyway. Thanks to Lilith, i know Lady Aphrodite can act more "baby fever" in the 5H!!! Not my in case 💅💅💅

𓆩♡𓆪 Speaking of Lilith 1181 aspecting your Neptune can make you to act more dreamy & enchanted, also very intutive

𓆩♡𓆪 Lilith 1181 aspecting your Moon makes you to be vulnerable at times, need to take care and to protect your energy! Dont depend on others

𓆩♡𓆪 Lilith 1181 aspecting your Venus will make you to act more possessive your relationships/spouse, will make you to be more in love even obsessed at times.

♡■ New week, a new post for yall☆!! Enjoy it♡♡♡ ♡

I hope you all have a very beautiful Monday ♡♡♡

Harm♡♡nix

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sugojosgf · 2 days

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jealous nanami

highly suggestive + masochism + jealousy

🍓 i might write a second part if you guys want, let me know tho :3

nanami and you have been going out for a few months, and you don't think you've ever been as happy as you are right now. nanami is everything you can ask for, he buys you anything you look at, kisses you like his life depends on it and loves you like you are his religion.

but he also gets so jealous very easily,,,

it's not that he doesn't trust you, not that he thinks you are the kind to stray, he just hates how people look at you, like you are theirs...

it was an office event, and of course nanami invited you as his plus one. making sure he got you the prettiest red dress ever, the way it hugged your body, had him so fucking hard. it was quite modest, the only skin revealed was your legs,,, but anything on you, or nothing on you (doesn't really matter) was enough to make him rock hard in his tailored pants.

"oooh- is this nanami's pretty girlfriend?" a man sauntered up to the both of you, dressed in an expensive white suit to match his hair.

you recognised him, how could you not? this was the very same coworker that nanami would complain to you about during dinner.

"gojo," his voice comes out a little strained, "yes, this is my girlfriend, you might recognise her of course, she interned in our company a while ago,,," kento answers, hand on your waist pulling you closer.

"awww, isn't she absolutely gorgeous, can't believe nanami got his hands on you before me." he giggles, eyes glimmering with a mischievous glint.

"i'm lucky she decided to go out with me,," nanami forces a smile, his grip on your waist becoming tighter.

you gasp and giggle, "nooo,, im the lucky one, kento is so kind to me," you say looking fondly at him.

you continue, "oh and thank you so much gojo! you look really good too,,," you return the compliment.

suddenly someone calls out to nanami, a fellow coworker and he gets whisked away leaving you all alone with gojo. he smiles like a cheshire cat, the gears in his brain working harder. he looks at nanami from where he is, making steady eye contact as he begins to talk to you.

he tells you about how nanami was actually his junior in high school and how he was really into the emo subculture then, recounting stories of young nanami that made you laugh until there were tears in your eyes. he fishes his phone out to show you a picture, teen nanami brooding and scrawny, hair swept to the side.

of course to you, you were just talking to gojo about your shared love for nanami. but to him, the one way out of earshot to understand the context of your giggling, the green fire of jealousy made its way to his heart.

he slowly makes his way over to you, pulling you away from gojo and hands travelling to your hip. you were still laughing, too far gone to notice the expression on his face.

"what's got you so giggly? hm?" he asks, fingers pinching your thigh. it's not really painful , almost like an ant biting. but you are the kind to bruise easily, red blooming the minute his fingers pull apart.

you are immediately pulled out of your laughing fit, eyes blown wide looking up to nanami. it's almost like he had conditioned you, a little touch to your pretty thighs and you were ready to cum in your little thong.

"o-oh! gojo was just showing me pictures..." you mumble, embarrassed by the heated stare nanami was giving you. you felt so small under his gaze. your tongue comes out to wet your lips, to ease the way your throat has dried up.

gojo stands still in front of the both of you, smirking as he sees the tension build. he knew very well what he was doing. rolling his eyes and happy that once again he managed to piss nanami off, he walks away to the bar.

"i think it's high time we go home,, you look needy." nanami rasps out, the hand on your thigh travelling upto your ass and staying there. you nod, words unable to string themselves together.

nanami sighs, eyes darkening and his smile dropping as he guides you towards the exit.

"when we are home, i'm going to teach you to use your words."

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heartless-tate · 1 day

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Hi! If I may be so self indulgent and request something... 👉🏻👈🏻

Reader being a (for lack of better words) boring person. They're good at blending in within social circles but never standing out or having a circle or friend of their own. Good laughing at jokes but can't come up with good ones or even if they did, they don't have the courage to tell them outright. They're very much a chicken when it comes to expressing themselves as an individual because they're never comfortable enough around anyone. They are a chicken in general, to be honest. This essentially (and sadly) leaves them as an NPC in their own life. And they've accepted it, trying to come to terms with a life of extreme mediocrity. They're actively trying to push down any need of wanting more from life 99% of days.

However, when you're good at listening, you observe things much better and you learn things faster. And subconsciously, reader has been observing a lot of things about Velaris (including the IC). I'm not sure where this would lead but this is probably the only real skill they have; being a good observer and learner.

I leave the rest to you. I was thinking pairing them with Azriel (since he would probably understand her better) but I'm open to any modifications.

Also, just an afterthought, I've always wondered what job I would love to have in a fantasy world (and I don't know if this counts as an actual job) but something like observing the sky/stars to look for any forthcoming events sounds really cool. So I guess reader could do that since major events happen don't happen once in a hundred years or something which ultimately makes their job very boring. However, they love it because who wouldn't love spending their whole night star-gazing (potential date idea?? YESS).

Sorry this became way longer than I intended. I wouldn't judge if you chose not to write on it. Thanks & have a great day :)

Am I boring? | Azriel X boring F reader

A/N: Hiii! Tysm for your ask. I hope I captured what you were imagining right. 💖

summary: You’re a star mapper. And you’re boring with no hope of love. Or at least you believed that until Azriel came along.

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warnings: no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, cussing??, romance?? That’s it?? I think?

The stars shined brighter tonight. Since you were a little girl, you had always been fascinated by them. How they sparkled. They were interesting, and beautiful- unlike you. Maybe that’s why you clung onto them.

You pulled a piece of parchment from your bag, and started mapping the stars. Rhysand, the highlord of the night court, had invited you to his court to observe and map stars from this part of the world. You accepted, wanting some change. Even if you knew it wouldn’t be much of a difference to you. The inner circle was more than nice to you, and you appreciated it.

Laughter bubbled from behind you. You currently sat with your telescope on the balcony of the House of Wind. This was your third week here. Rhysand had offered you a permanent place here in the night court, but you were yet to accept. You didn’t fit in. You were a background character. A random star mapper, a job would probably never be much of use to anyone. Except weird star fanatics. Aka you. You were sure he only offered you a place here because of pity.

The inner circle seemed to really like you, and whether that was because of your quiet and shy nature, or the fact you always listened and gave great advice, or the fact you always laughed to try and fit in even if you didn’t quite understand the joke, you didn’t know. The only one who seemed to see past your mask of people pleasing was the Shadowsinger.

Anytime you ‘laughed’ at Cassian’s jokes, he was always there, smirking with a known look at you. As if he knew you. As if he had known you your whole life. Azriel had seemed curious about you. It was uncomfortable. Nobody had ever been curious about you. Everyone always enjoyed someone that they could talk to about themselves for hours. But he was the one always interrupting the other members of the inner circle to question you, on you. And your own life. And sadly you didn’t have many answers other than, “oh I don’t know.”

It made you feel weird at how interested he seemed in you. It made you feel awkward. But you knew he would lose interest once he really discovered there wasn’t actually much to you. You were a bore.

“Those stars are named Arktos, Carynth, and Oristes. They shine above that mountain for a week once a year during the blood rite.” A voice said beside you. You flinched as you noticed Azriel sitting directly by you, his shadows swirling around you both. He was always appearing out of nowhere. He handed you a plate of cake.

“Courtesy of Elain. She baked dessert tonight.” Azriel said, lifting a bite of his cake to his mouth and chewing on it.

“Oh.” You responded, setting the plate down beside you. You quickly labeled the stars on your parchment. They were beautiful.

“Do you like cake?” He questioned.

You paused and stared blank at him.

“I’m not sure?” You responded, fiddling with your hands. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Azriel smiled at you knowingly. Loud laughter boomed from the room behind you two. He looked right at you with piercing amber eyes that seemed annoyed. As if he had noticed you flinching from the loud sounds.

“Come with me? Just trust me.” He whispered, grasping your hand gently with caution. It was sudden. And you weren’t sure. You didn’t know him much. How could you trust him? But something in your body and soul screamed yes. Why not? It was risky- but life was boring.

“Okay.” You responded, gasping as he pulled you close, his wings wrapping you close to him, and his shadows swarming around you both before all of a sudden you were now standing on a cliff. Oh gods. His hands were on your hips gently, his wings spread wide, letting you see the view.

You both stood on a cliff that overlooked a waterfall and river. The moon reflected in the water and the stars did too, creating a mirror effect. It was probably the most gorgeous sight you had ever seen.

“Its- it’s…” Your words fumbled, mouth open in shock. “Beautiful..” you whispered. His breath was hot against your ear.

“Very.” He whispered back. When you looked at him he wasn’t even looking at the view. His eyes were glued on you. And he was looking at you as if you were a goddess. Azriel’s eyes softened, with adoration. It scared you. Nobody had ever looked at you like that. With a blush you realized he was holding you like a lover. He smirked at you as if knowing you just realized it.

Azriel slowly let go and used his wing to guide you to turn around. Blankets and pillows were on the ground. Like a picnic but a nest. His shadows swirled excitedly around the set up. He guided you gently to the set up, helping you sit down before sitting beside you.

“Do you want your mapping materials? My shadows can retrieve them for you. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to just relax and enjoy this night or continue star mapping.” He murmured.

You thought for a second. This was odd. Was this a date? Or did he do this with all of his friends? Did you want to map or did you want to enjoy this night with him?

“No it’s okay.” You replied, eyes glued to the stars above. They were much clearer from this view then from the House of Wind. You guess the city lights blurred them out. But here? They were in their full glory.

“Why did you bring me here?” He seemed to pause before responding.

“My shadows told me you might be leaving soon. This is my attempt at convincing you to stay here. In the night court. With your mate.” Azriel confessed.

He watched your eyebrows furrow.

“Mate? I don’t have a mate-“ you panicked.

His wings cocooned you and his arm enveloped you. It was like he could sense your panic. He rocked you back and forth like a child. And it was comforting.

“I’m your mate. I’ve known since I’ve met you. I thought I would have more time to get to know you and the bond would snap for you, but then my shadows informed me of your soon departure.”

You swallowed, throat bobbing. You blinked a few times. “There isn’t anything about me to get to know.” You replied harshly. Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed with concern. Shadows swirled around you both, some tendrils caressing you.

“Don’t say that. I know it isn’t true. Everyday I learn something new about you. I don’t care what you say, you are the most interesting person I’ve ever met.” He said, words much louder and firmer now. He thinks you’re interesting?

“Stay. Stay with me. Let me get to know you. I don’t expect you to accept the bond anytime soon. But give me- give us a chance.” Azriel said, wings tightening around you both. His eyes bore into you, with a fierce and loving look in them. You couldn’t help but soften in his hold.

You realized then, you deserved love. And for once a belonging feeling overwhelmed your senses.

“I’ll stay.”

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atzual · 3 days

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what your ateez bias says about you

if you take this seriously, that's on you. i'm just doing this for fun.

tw: heavy topics, language, roasting

*****

hongjoong: right. how's the desire to impress people and overworking yourself doing? i feel like what draws you in is his resilience, and that he is very dependable. you probably had a lot of moments where you were left to your own devices to work on something major, and are no stranger to burnout. you might be the kind of person to talk about your achievements and your work and everything you do a lot, maybe to seek validation (and maybe to cement that you have something others don't). on a softer note, you probably have a wide range of skills in a field you are interested in, and experiment a lot. generally are not afraid to go outside of norms to figure something out. so to see the qualities of a leader and innovator in joong is both comforting and inspiring to you. (bonus: you probably have a thing for clips of joong in the studio, don't you?)

seonghwa: you feel like you don't have anyone who you can actually trust with your thoughts and feelings, huh? people talk at you, not to you. you are a natural care-giver, are quick to give advice (also to bottle up someone else's negativity), often ignoring yourself. you might have lost the feeling of 'home' or of 'small but certain happiness', and might have some unhealthy coping mechanisms. on a brighter note, you are someone who can process emotions a lot more deeply than others and if there is anyone who can actually put themselves in another's shoes, it's you. i think hwa is a safe space to you, precisely because it is not all sunshine and rainbows. you connect with his battles, growth, and how he is accepting change and trying to find balance. (bonus: him getting excited about something is legit your therapy isn't it)

yunho: many acquaintances, few friends? i think you legitimately stopped believing in love. at least the mushy 'at first sight' and 'meet cute' and 'soulmates' kind of love. might be because of family-related things, or because of romantic relationships, but trust is a problem for you. you probably think negatively about yourself quite a bit and/or have/had a more pessimistic mindset. on the positive, i think you're really loyal when you find your people, and want to see them happy. you connect with people beyond love, you make connections that are made on living life together and going through things together. i think this is also what drew you to yunho - his perseverance, resilience, ability to smile in the face of hardship, but also his ability to navigate a lot of emotions as they come and deal with them in a healthy way. (bonus: his small expressions of affection/acts of kindness make you melt, right?)

yeosang: you've been through quite a lot, haven't you? i think you try to laugh a lot of it off or treat it lightly, but the demons eat away at you sometimes. you might be someone who burned out in/after high school, and generally does not have a good experience with school. might feel lonely even when you are not alone, sometimes just choosing to float in your imagination for comfort. often act tough or not quite like yourself to appear more like the you you have in your head. i think in part you kind of want to learn how to love the world like yeosang, and are really touched by his sweetness and his humor. you are a fighter and despite it all, do stay true to yourself and your values, and this is something that you find and adore in yeosang. you are drawn in by his ability to follow his dream, and his heart of gold. maybe your scars will turn golden too. (bonus: you probably have a mild obsession with his one-liners)

san: how are your boundaries, broken like the wall? you probably have some trouble with setting and/or maintaining boundaries, and so sometimes have people treading over you. you might feel like a side character in your own life, and so turn bitter and internalize a lot of negative energy. honestly on a brighter note i think you really do try hard for others, and go out of your way to try and make dreams happen for others, because it makes them and you happy. you cheer, you support and you truly show that you are on a loved one's team. I feel that what draws you to san is how he transformed himself in a healthy manner, and how he maintains a very clear circle of those he trusts, and is no stranger to kindly setting rules in place while still remaining sweet and respectful. he is a safe space for you both because he makes you smile with his stories and jokes, but also because he is adamant on keeping things in order. (bonus: his reaction to the merch donation story lives rent free in your mind)

mingi: got some problems with regulating emotions, maybe? be it hiding them until you burst or not knowing how to express them, i think this might be a challenge for you. you might have been exposed to something that made you believe that it is a sign of weakness or a risk. at the same time, you are logical, damn good at what you do, and when you face hard times you bounce back, even if it takes some time. i think you and mingi share the introspectiveness, and you like how thoughtful he is. you probably find comfort in how he shares happiness with others, and how he seeks closeness with loved ones. at the same time, there is something about how he transforms on stages that resonates with you - the power and confidence is something you want to work on and find more of in yourself. (bonus: your will never stop thinking about mingi's creative process monologues + freestyle mingi)

wooyoung: do people tell you you have a big personality, or that you are 'a lot' sometimes? i feel like you have your way of working, your way of thinking, but might have a hard time actually communicating that or adapting to different social environments. it might be because you're headstrong, or because you are in constant fight or flight mode and so are more rigid. at the same time i think you are diligent and very detailed with what you do, and are in fact attentive to others and might notice things others don't. i feel like what you admire in wooyoung is his ability to connect with others, while not losing himself or his values. you feel for his hardships, and he helps you learn how to be more loving and more open with expressing and accepting love. he is very much your candle. (bonus: you cried because of his interview + dance in that one show, didn't you?)

jongho: how many thoughts are spinning in your head? you might be an overthinker, slightly misanthropic, and on bad days might sink to having a victim mindset and ask the universe 'why me?'. you might have had to grow up too fast, or were controlled a lot as a kid - either way, your understanding and experience of freedom and maturity might be warped. at the same time you are reliable and are able to call things out for what they are. you might have also put a positive spin on the negatives and either used them as inspiration, grew from them, or taken a skill from them that you then generalized. i think jongho's humor and innate warmth is your haven, and his continuous self-development grounds you and motivates you to also try your best and think of ways to find the good in situations. i feel you might also resonate with his occasional shyness. (bonus: you often think about his emotional strength even when he talks about his concerns, don't you?)

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cc--2224 · 1 day

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older hunter x reader pregnant in pabu

Next Steps

Pairing: Hunter x F! Reader

Summary: Following the events on Mount Tantiss, Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch are finally able to relax and enjoy the time they have, you and Hunter decide that means planning next steps together.

Warnings: All fluff, slight anxiety mentions, obviously pregnancy mentions as that was the request, maybe slight S3 Finale spoilers?

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Thank you so much for sending a request, anon!! I really hope you enjoy it!! As a reminder, my requests are going to be open for a bit so send me some if you'd like! :)

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added

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Ever since they had landed on Pabu for the last time, they had all finally begun to relax, to plant roots, to get to know the villagers. Even Crosshair had seemed more open to socializing with the locals, to learning their trades.

Hunter had always had trepidations about getting too comfortable.

Back when you had first met, a few years ago now, he expressed that he wanted to get adjusted, to finally sit down and relax but he always felt as if he was looking over his shoulder.

When the island had been attacked by the Empire, you understood what he meant. But everyone was still determined to keep each other, and their mercenary friends, safe.

Part of you feared that when they left to go get Omega back that it was the last time you would ever see them, whether that meant that they wouldn't put Pabu in danger and kept themselves away, or worse. You didn't want that, not only because you liked having them around, liked hearing their stories, sharing meals, but because you knew that you had developed feelings for Hunter in the short time you knew each other.

You couldn't recall a time where you were more worried for someone's safety than you were after they had left Pabu to find Omega.

You wanted to protect him, to make him feel safe on the island, but you also knew that with everything they had experienced, that was easier said than done.

It only became more difficult once you began to fear you'd lose him for good.

So when they finally returned, you decided to throw caution to the wind. You didn't want anymore missed opportunities, he had to know how you felt about him.

You waited for them to leave the Imperial shuttle, and as soon as he emerged on the gangplank, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips into his.

He was rightfully surprised, but after the initial shock wore off, you felt his arms on your back, pulling you into him and feeling like they were going to crush you. He kissed back with desperation and relief washing over him.

When you finally broke apart, you held his face in your hands while his hands stayed firmly on your waist. You felt your eyes water, and you saw the same in him.

"I'm home." He finally said. "And I'm never leaving you again."

It had been years since then, and true to his word, he never left you. He eventually moved his belongings into your house, and the two of you settled into the next stages of your domestic life together. You got to watch as your lives seemed to fall into place. The island changed around you, improvements, infrastructure, villagers’ families growing. Hunter began growing out his beard, no longer concerned about hating the feeling of facial hair against the helmet that he rarely ever put on.

Things became simple, time slowed, your lives could finally begin.

You still remembered the conversation you had one afternoon, sitting on the front porch with him, watching Omega play with Lyana, Batcher, and the other three clone children.

"Do you want one of our own?" He had asked, looking at you earnestly.

You raised an eyebrow, "Want one what?"

"A kid."

You smiled at him and glanced over to the kids playing.

"We have Omega," you reminded him and he chuckled.

"I know, and she'll always be our kid, but she's growing up. Won't be long until she starts living her own life." He looked down at his lap and you reached over to hold his hand, you knew how much the thought of Omega leaving upset him.

"I don't think she'd mind having a little brother or sister." He said when he looked back at you.

"No, I don't either." You drew him close and kissed him on his lips, showing him your agreement to his idea.

— — —

"Hunter? Are you home?" You called out from the entryway to your house. You were met with silence and shrugged.

Must have gone out.

You had gone to the doctor that morning on Hunter's insistence. He had been hovering around you for a few weeks, as if he had been waiting for a shoe to drop. He didn't know what it was about you that was different, something in your scent, or a change in your pulse, something that he could sense but couldn't pinpoint the source.

You knew better than to argue with his keen senses, but you couldn't help but get a little annoyed with his overprotection.

The doctor had confirmed that you were pregnant, only a few weeks along, and you nearly cried at the news. You couldn't wait to tell Hunter, even if you knew he'd tell you he knew you should have gone to the doctor earlier.

You decided to wait for him at home. You put on some tea and grabbed your datapad before sitting on the couch.

He finally walked through the door with some produce from the market, smiling at you when he saw you. He walked past you, but not before kissing the top of your head, and left the groceries in the kitchen.

"I went to the doctor's this morning." You did your best to keep your tone level, ambiguous.

It worked, seeing as how his cheerful demeanor had vanished completely when he poked his head out.

"...And?"

You stood up and looked at him. "Hunter, I–" your voice wavered, partially due to excitement, but partially due to nerves.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened as he looked into yours, then down to your stomach, then back up to your face. "You– What?"

Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes. "We're going to have a baby!"

He crossed the room before you could even register that he had moved. His arms circled your waist and you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and spun.

When he placed you back down, he pulled you to him and kissed you. Tears began rolling down your face as you laughed into the kiss.

He looked at you and swept his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears even though his own nearly betrayed him.

You didn't hear the door open, but you heard Omega's voice ring out behind you.

"Is everything okay?"

You both looked at her, you smiled and nodded before opening your arm for her to join your hug.

She did without hesitation.

"Omega," Hunter began. "Remember how I asked if you'd be alright if there was another kid running around?"

She looked at him and nodded, but then her eyes widened in realization and she looked at you, then Hunter, and then back to you.

"You're not–"

"I am." More tears fell as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Congratulations!" Her smile widened as she looked at both of you. "I have to go tell Crosshair and Wrecker! They owe me ten credits each!"

She ran out the door before you could stop her and you looked at Hunter and shook your head.

"The whole island will know before long." You sighed.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Are you ready?" You asked him cautiously.

He looked at you, thinking for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean, it's been a while since we've settled in here, but sometimes it still feels like the peace isn't going to last. I know that's just my own anxieties, but it's hard to shake the feeling, you know?"

You nodded and looked down. He put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.

"But, we have each other through this. I won't let anything happen to you, or our kid. So I think I am. It helps knowing how much support they'll have when they get here. And how wonderful of a mother they're going to have."

You leaned into his chest. "And father."

You felt a laugh rumble from him. This was the next step for both of you, and it was a scary step to take, but despite Hunter's worries, you knew you were both ready to face this together.

#the bad batch #tbb fanfic #the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch fanfic #star wars #tbb hunter #hunter bad batch #hunter x reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb hunter x reader #hunter fluff #hunter x reader fluff #hunter fanfic #tbb hunter fanfic

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cinnamon-mey · 2 days

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Maybe some rope play with the Ghoul? Some popular scenes from the Fallout series usually involve some rope 😵

A/N: Thank you for your message, and this is what my sick mind elaborated from your suggestion. My native language is not English so I apologize if you find some mistakes, I’m still improving :) Warnings: Afab!Reader, Female genitals, No reader physical description, fingering, oral (you receive), rope involvement but not as you expect... maybe (evil laugh), violence, explicit language, mention drug abuse, mention of violence, explicit pun game, explicit sexual content, no beta reader, wrote it in a very late hour with a tired but inspired mind. This is my first Tumblr request in a long time, feel free to let me know what do you think. I accept respectful constructive critiques. Please, don't be mean for the pure desire of it. +18 Summary: Super mutants caught you and they hung you from the ceiling. You might look like a damsel in distress but with a price on your head. Honestly, there is very little of a damsel and very little of distress ;)

You were hanging from the ceiling of a Super Duper Mart, slowly swinging back and forth and cursing, but with a low voice because it wasn’t a comfortable situation for you. Super mutants caught you the day before but didn’t kill you yet because somehow they learned what a price on a head was, and they were happy to use you as bait for the little humans.

The rope around your torso was a tight fit to support you without causing major injuries but as the hours passed, your body started to feel weak and sore, not to mention you were thirsty but not in a million years you would ask a Super mutant for water, nor food.

It was the middle of the night when your thoughts about how to escape that situation were interrupted by some gunshots from the outside. Super mutants gave the alarm and gathered in forces to fight the intruders. According to them, only one little human was trying to fight them. What kind of idiot would fight a bunch of Super mutants alone?

But the fight continued for a long, and they had to use a suicider and a couple of hounds to oppose the threat. Who the hell was that little human was managing to win?

A mix of feelings filled your mind, you saw a way out but were also scared by who was about to break in. If that person was able enough to defeat Super mutants, you had no hopes of escaping. The price on your head was pretty much heavy.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. The atmosphere was heavy as you waited helplessly. The sound of your own heartbeat filled your ears and your throat felt even drier. The store’s main door opened with a creak, as the Super mutants’ campfires cast shadowy illusions, hindering your ability to see who came in.

Step by step, the mysterious figure finally came closer enough to reveal themselves.

“I'll be damned if this ain't the easiest prey I have ever hunted...”

And you stared with a shocked expression, lips opened ajar and eyes wide open. The last creature you’d expect to see at that moment was a lone ghoul. Although he managed to defeat all the Super mutants on his own, it would still be a fantastic opportunity for you to flee. If it was a group of raiders, it would be harder... impossible, and your fate would have been even worse....

It was the idea you were pleased to accept, at least, and so, you started your act.

“Hey! Uh, my savior! Can you please release me before those brutes come back? I- I'm so scared and... and hungry...”

“Cut the shit, princess. Ya know why I'm here and I would release you only if you can turn me human again so, let's talk about business. How 'bout that?”

He used your real name, the one printed on your bounty while he took a chair and dragging it right in front of you. He heavily sat with spread legs, thinking about what to do with you. He would have cut the rope but keeping you bound because it would have been easier dragging your around. However, the power he felt in having you at his mercy titled his senses and so, he decided would have had some fun.

You sighed, it was always the same fucking story, every time someone tried to catch you, there was a specific shithead who wanted to take advantage of you. Getting rid of them wasn't a problem for you, usually, but you were up to your neck in shit at that specific moment.

“What do you want in exchange for my freedom?” You asked in a bothersome manner, with the obvious intention of being direct.

The ghoul raised his eyebrows, pretty surprised by your not-worried reaction. “Uhm.” He murmured, considering your offer. “Do you have any chems with ya?”

“Not at the moment, but I'm sure there's something around this damn place.”

“You're right, too easy.” He moved to bend over and resting his elbows on his thighs. “What about eating you? I’d lose my bounty but you'd be free for sure.”

Of course, he was meaning it literally, but you snapped back with irony, damn your fucking mouth.

“There's only one way to eat me, honey.”

When you saw him silently considering it, you instantly tried to change the cards in the game.

“Oh come on now, I was joking.”

He ignored you and left the chair to reach where the rope was tied, loosening the knot to lower you a bit. The short jump caused you a stomach cramp but your feet weren't touching the floor yet.

“Fuck...” You said with a low voice, mentally preparing yourself to face whatever that damn ghoul had in his sick mind.

When he came back to you, you felt his firm grip on your hips to stop you from dangling around and he turned you enough to position your pussy at his face height. He looked up, watching you from under the brim of his hat with a teasing expression. He could read on your pretty face that you were imagining him eating you out, and probably you were already getting wet at that thought.

“Ask me anything else, I'll see what I can do.” You said with an embarrassed voice, trying to control yourself.

“Nope. I think I’ll take your first offer.”

With those words, he took off your boots and he pulled your pants and underwear down with a sharp move, disrobing the lower part of your body. You bit your tongue to don't emit any sound, but your face was on fire, as your gut and your pussy.

“Now...” He started to speak on purpose to tease you a little more. “I'm the kind of ghoul who kills people to live, the one who eats the worst shit you can imagine and who is kept alive by chems...” He took off his gloves, and his hat and positioned one of your legs on his shoulder. “But I never abused a woman. And since your feet aren't tied up, you're free to kick my face whenever ya want, baby doll. The question is, would ya like me to eat you out?”

You were speechless, realizing only at that moment you were more than happy with what was happening, and you literally asked for it. But your ego was bruised, and you felt like a filthy whore, and you weren't... usually.

“Fuck me...” You said with disappointment as a filler word, but again, he took you seriously.

“Maybe later, sweetheart.”

He broke eye contact with you to smell your aroused scent and he placed his mouth and half of his face against your core without hesitation. He was interested in making you cum but he wanted to make it quick because his already hard cock was asking for its piece of cake as well.

You opened wide your eyes and your mouth, releasing a silent cry of pleasure while his wrinkled lips and warm tongue made their way between your labia, teasing your clit and savoring your taste.

He didn't remember the last time he laid with a woman, but fuck, the whole thing was from another planet. Who knew he would have fucked a tied-up pretty human pussy in the middle of an abandoned Super Duper Mart once Super mutants' den?

You tried to keep control of yourself to don't release any sound in one last illusory chance to keep some dignity. But that damn ghoul knew how to use the tongue, and he was merciless. In an automatic gesture, you moved your other leg on his other shoulder, trying to keep his head against your core, looking for more friction.

He sank his fingers in the flesh of your thighs, making a satisfied chuckling. “Turned out I was right.” He muffled while sinking two fingers up to your pussy. They slipped inside you easily since you were already a mess down there, and when he added a third finger he started to pump vehemently, making you forget how sore your upper body was.

The whole inappropriate situation mixed up with the physical pleasure drove you crazy, and your body reacted much easier than usual, reaching the orgasm faster and harder. He kept you steady while you trembled and released loud moans, unable to control yourself anymore.

“Music for my ears.” He teased while he let you ride your orgasm as much as you could, flooding his fingers with your juice and gradually slowing down.

Your mind was blurred as you caught some air. When the ghoul moved away and your body came back to dangling by your weight, you felt the pain.

“Take me down...” You said with an exhausted voice.

“On my way, but don't relax too much, sweet cheeks. We aren't done yet.”

Hearing his deep, rough voice, caused a rush of adrenaline in your body and your pussy clenched around nothing, as if it was ready for a second round. He loosed the knot to lower you enough for you to touch the floor with your feet, but your legs weren't able to support you. No fear for you to fall, because he already fixed the rope to keep you tied up.

When he came back to you, he had a chair and he positioned it right in front of you.

“What about fulfilling your second request? It could be your ticket out.”

Your tired eyes dropped on the bulge in his pants, and it took a second for you to reply.

“I want some water before.”

“As you wish.”

#the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #the ghoul #cooper howard #fallout prime #fallout tv #fallout show #fallout #fallout fanfic

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Magda Eriksson NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

She's very attentive and will get you anything you need to help calm down after sex

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Magda's favorite body part is her arms, she's very strong so it's very easy for her to keep your hips on the bed when she's fucking you

Her favorite body part of yours is your legs, she loves how you wrap them around her body while she's fucking you

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

She loves watching your expressions change when you cum

D: Dirty Secret

She loves seeing you in her clothes or jerseys and all she can think about is how good you look with her last name across your back and it drives her crazy

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)

Magda is experienced and knows what she's doing

F: Favorite Position

She's biased to any position that lets her watch your face as you cum

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

She's very focused on you and your pleasure

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with Magda is very intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)

The only time the two of you get yourselves off is when you’re apart, otherwise, you'd just ask her

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She likes when you call her 'mommy'

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Magda prefers your shared home because of privacy but there have been times when you'd been roommates and used that to your advantage

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

Seeing you out of breath after a game or training drives her crazy because all she can think about is how she's been the cause of you being out of breath and how she wants to do the same when the two of you get home

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She's not into threesomes because she doesn't want anyone else to see or touch you in ways only she can

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Giving, she loves how you taste and would stay between your legs for hours

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)

It's a mix, it changes depending on moods but for the most part, it's slow and sensual

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)

They happen sometimes but she doesn't like the rushed feeling and how she doesn't have time to truly pleasure you

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)

She's not open to much but she's willing to try anything you come to her with

S: Stamina (How many rounds)

You two go for 2-3 rounds that are the longer side

T: Toys

Magda has a strap she uses often but she does love just using her mouth to make you cum

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

She teases you some but she mainly sticks to praising you

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)

Magda isn't the loudest but she does make low groans here and there when she's fucking you

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

Magda does get jealous sometimes and sex is always a bit rougher when the two of you get back home so all you can think about is her and not the person who was attempting to flirt with you

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's in the middle but does lean higher when you two reunite after being apart

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Magda only falls asleep after you do and after she knows you're okay

#woso x reader #swewnt x reader #magdalena eriksson #magda eriksson #magda eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson x reader

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lau219 · 2 days

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Enemies with Benefits

Part 2

Part 1 here

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When she didn’t see any of them for the next three nights, Y/N was hopeful that their previous encounter would be their only one, and that she’d not have to deal with any of the Shelby men again. She’d gotten word before they’d ever entered her club that they had just purchased the only place left besides hers in the city that hadn’t yet come into Shelby ownership, and due to the reputation these guys had built for themselves, she knew she should’ve been prepared for an ambush.

The Shelby family was influential, greedy, and full of men who thought that money meant control, even though they already had more money than God. The simple fact was, they didn’t need her place to maintain their wealth. They hadn’t needed the last four places they’d purchased. They simply wanted to own everything for the sake of owning everything. Well, fuck that.

After arriving at work that night, Y/N headed out into the club with one of her managers, Elise, who was briefing her on how things had been going that night so far. They were down a bartender, and Y/N prepared to get behind the bar to help them get caught up when Elise gave her a final update.

“Oh, and there’s a guy at the bar who asked for you. He’s been here about an hour, waiting for you.”

“Huh?” Y/N squinted as she looked up from her phone. “What guy?”

“That one,” Elise said, pointing out in front of them.

Turning her head, Y/N followed Elise’s finger, and her stomach flipped as her eyes landed on who she was pointing to.

Sitting at the far end of the bar, a tumbler in one hand and a cellphone in the other, was Tommy Shelby. As if on cue, as soon as Y/N’s gaze landed on him, he looked up, and their eyes locked from across the room. A smile slowly appeared on Tommy’s face as he looked at her, but Y/N knew her own expression was not quite as friendly as she finished processing the fact that he was there.

“Who is he? Are you dating him?” Elise asked as Y/N turned back to her. “He’s hot.”

“He’s also a pompous prick,” Y/N replied. “True to Shelby reputation.”

“He’s a Shelby?” Elise asked, raising her eyebrows. “Wait, are you selling this place? Is that why he’s here?”

Y/N looked at Elise.

“No, I’m not selling this place – you know I’d never do that.”

“I heard how they bought out the other place uptown,” said Elise. “Now we’re the last club they don’t own.”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied. “And it’s going to stay that way. Now do me a favor and don’t tell anyone else who he is. I don’t want everyone freaking out thinking I’m selling this place or that their jobs are on the line. Just keep it quiet, and if he asks you anything about this place, don’t answer him, ok?”

“Ok,” Elise replied with a nod. Then she and Y/N parted ways, and Y/N was left to figure out how quickly she could get Tommy Shelby out of here.

Of course he’d come back. She’d been dealing with men like this the entire 8 years she’d owned this place, and they never gave up after the first try. She’d been silly to hope that she wouldn’t see any of them again, and as she headed behind the bar, she decided to put an end to this before he wasted any more of her time.

Their eyes locked again, and Tommy enjoyed the visual of her as Y/N walked towards him, his arrogant smile still present as she approached. Stopping in front of him, Y/N rested her forearms on the bar top as Tommy slipped his phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I told you already, I’m not selling this place. So you can skip whatever pitch or new angle you thought you’d try tonight and just head on home.”

“Hello to you, too,” Tommy replied, still smiling. “Do you greet all your patrons this way? I don’t know that everyone would find it as amusing as I do.”

Y/N glared at him.

“You’re wasting my time,” she said.

“You approached me, love. I’m simply here for a drink,” Tommy replied.

She glared again.

“Why not pay a visit to literally any other club in town? As the owner, you’ll get your drink for free.”

“And miss the opportunity for sparkling conversation with you? Not worth it.” Tommy took a sip from his glass and then looked at her again. “You look sexy as hell, by the way.”

Y/N scoffed in offended disbelief. The absolute nerve and arrogance of this guy was intolerable.

Still looking at her, Tommy lifted his glass again, but before it made it to his lips, Y/N reached out and grabbed it out of his hand, dumping the contents into the sink next to her behind the bar and then setting the glass back down.

“Oh, look at that, drink’s all gone,” she said with feigned remorse. “Time for you to be on your way, Mr. Shelby.”

God damn, she was a pistol. And Tommy fucking loved it. He made a face of amused indifference and then spoke.

“Nah, think I’ll stick around anyway. You’ve made me feel so welcome that I couldn’t possibly leave now and risk offending you.”

“You offended me the minute you walked in the door,” Y/N replied.

“I told you, love, I’m just here for a drink. No ulterior motives on the agenda tonight.”

Before she could respond, one of the bartenders called to Y/N, and she looked over her shoulder and told them she’d be right there. Turning back to Tommy, she narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t keep my staff from helping the customers who actually matter,” she said to him.

Tommy smirked as she stepped away, and after several minutes of watching her, he noticed some of the tension on her fade away as she began working alongside her bartenders, taking orders and making drinks for the countless patrons that approached the bar.

It was the real reason he’d come here tonight – to assess her. He knew how successful this place was, and he was intrigued to see exactly how Y/N ran this place that made it so. As he watched her from his seat, it quickly became apparent that she was not an owner who played the owner card.

She dove right in with her employees, picking up the slack wherever it was needed while still managing her staff and taking care of patrons. She knew how to make a drink, how to handle a rowdy customer, and how to keep everyone happy. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, and she was a hell of a multitasker. This was the knowledge Tommy had come here for tonight, and he was pleased to learn that her work ethic fit right in with his plan.

Although he hadn’t said a word since she’d walked away from him, Y/N found it impossible to forget that Tommy Shelby was still sitting at the end of her bar. She could feel him watching her, and she refused to meet his eyes any time she had to be down by his end of the bar. She didn’t believe for a second that he wasn’t there because he was still after this place, and she just hoped that if she kept shooting him down and making this hard, he’d eventually give up.

After a while, Y/N got stuck towards where Tommy was seated as a large bachelorette party had gathered at that end of the bar and were demanding a plethora of mixed drinks and shots. Turning to reach for several glasses from the back-up supply under the sink, Y/N unintentionally looked at Tommy and saw that someone had refilled his drink at some point. As their eyes met, his glass was mid-air, and he winked at her over the rim as he took a sip. In spite of herself, she began to smile in amusement, but quickly caught it and turned back to the large group of ladies as she and one of her bartenders continued to fulfill their drink orders.

After they’d finally caught up and there was a moment of calm, Y/N began gathering up the mess of shot glasses, cocktail napkins, and toothpicks that the women had left behind.

“You’ve got quite the job description here, love,” Tommy said to her as she wiped off the counter. “Most owners don’t bother with actually helping their staff.”

“Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises,” Y/N replied, not looking at him.

“That’s the understatement of the century,” Tommy replied.

She looked up at him then, and when their eyes met, she once again almost smiled, but her attention shifted when one of her security guys walked past.

“Hey, Trevor, take this.” She then reached into her shirt and pulled out an ID card from her bra. Tommy’s eyes flashed to her chest, and he smiled to himself as he caught the briefest glimpse of the strapless lace inside her shirt. Y/N spoke again as she reached the card across the bar top.

“Tell Marcus that if he lets one more underage kid in here, he’s fired,” she said to Trevor. “That’s the third fake ID I’ve been handed this week.”

Further impressed, Tommy watched her as she gave another instruction to the guy before sending him off. So not only was she not afraid to get her hands dirty, but she also paid attention.

“Not too keen on letting the kids have some fun?” Tommy asked her.

She looked at him.

“Not when it jeopardizes my business,” she replied seriously. “It only takes one underage kid getting drunk and smashing into a telephone pole to get this whole place shut down.”

Tommy nodded, then pulled a cigarette out of the pack he’d set on the bar top.

“You know smoking kills you, right?” Y/N said to him.

“I would think that’s what you want, eh?” he replied with a smile.

Finally, Y/N allowed herself to smile back.

“Well, yes, but I’d imagined much more interesting ways for you to go than that.”

Tommy chuckled, and once again, Y/N was temporarily distracted by his gorgeous smile.

“Speaking of going, I’m afraid I’ve got to head out,” Tommy said to her.

Clicking her tongue, Y/N cocked her head.

“Darn,” she replied sarcastically.

Smiling again, Tommy stood from his stool and buttoned his suit jacket, and when he looked at her again, their eyes met a final time.

“I’ll see you soon, love,” he said.

Then he turned and walked out, leaving Y/N wondering if his last sentence had been a promise or a threat.

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catboybiologist · 2 hours

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Sappy emo time? Sappy emo time. Or idk, sappy beauty time. I'm a bit burnt out of graduate studies atm and reminding myself a little of why I love science in the first place.

I very explicitly consider myself Atheist, not really even agnostic. But a huge part of that is because I think there's something a bit more beautiful and even a little holy in the way the universe exists on its own. Without something making it "tick".

There's no creator that carved those valleys, but the eons of the river running through it have left their mark in every pebble, every rock, and every living thing that takes refuge by them. Maybe there's something divine in that without a god.

There’s nothing that designed the animals around me and the environments they live in, but I still see how everything from the invertebrates in the mud to the megafauna around them lives in a weird, discordant harmony, an amalgamation of every erratic piece of behavior that any of them ever exhibited. Maybe there’s something a little holy in that without a congregation.

I've felt the skin of the ones I love, and the pleasure in the erotic, expressing themselves as an array of action potentials from sensory neurons so dazzlingly complex and chaotic that even studying every detail of them doesn't come close to bringing the human mind to understanding its own existence. Maybe there's something spiritual in that without a soul.

I've seen more that is sacred in a bustling street, with every person walking at a particular tempo, with their own hopes, dreams, and fears, than I ever have in the few religious ceremonies that I've participated in. Maybe there's something religious in that without a religion.

None of it is coordinated. You see chaos everywhere. You see pain everywhere. It's all an unoptimized, barely functioning mess. But its a mess of a million components, and by peeling back that veil one layer at a time

Science, particularly biology, lets me parse it out. Lets me engage in it. Let me pick apart each and every aspect of the living things around me and see them, witness them, even worship them in ways that I wouldn’t be capable of without it.

Is that a religion? Is that what religious people feel? I wouldn't know. I've never been religious, I was raised atheist. But maybe its something that keeps me on my feet and sparks my curiosity.

I'd also ask that you don't try to classify this as anything but what it is. I’m still atheist. The core of it is still empiricism and the lack of a god. It's just a kinder look at it, and maybe just a bit more of an attempt to see the beauty in the world after years of pessimism. The universe, at its core, is an incredible, gorgeous mess. Every negative emotion in my life has been a result of being blocked from seeing it like it really is.

Idk what I’m trying to do with this. Sorry if this sounds too much like the shitty cringe poetry book I wrote when I was 15.

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An update and a thank you from 224B Baker Street!

Hello again, detectives!

While the crowdfund for season 2 of Fawx & Stallion technically wrapped up a few days ago, we thought it would be good to take a day or two to regroup, take a nap, and think of a few words to express our thanks. This being May 4th, the day in 1891 that Sherlock Holmes fell to his (alleged) death at Reichenbach Falls, it seemed strangely fitting to say a few words about the story of the detectives across the street and slightly to the left on the day Holmes ever so temporarily bowed out of his own story.

Last Monday, we crossed 100% of our goal. And on Thursday, we ended our campaign with 104% of our goal. We are beyond honored and completely grateful to everyone who donated, shared, sent along encouraging words, recommended, baked, drew, wrote, all of it, in support of us bringing more of this show into the world.

Everyone working to create this show has made art at some point that feels like it went out into the void--something they felt deeply, sacrificed for, put small, weird, jagged, still-beating parts of themselves into day after day, and then never knew if the thing those parts of themselves funneled into actually reached another human. Much less another human who saw themselves in it. We've been quite honest about the fact that our characters are very much an exploration of that feeling, of wanting to be seen, wanting the things we've done to be seen, to matter to someone.

We could write a million words, fifty seasons of audio drama, and never truly be able to put into words how grateful we are to you for reaching back to the art we create and telling it "I see this. I felt it. I love it. I want more."

Creating art is so hard. Most things are hard, but art is Hard, especially as the world and the algorithm and the AI and the Content creeps in and shuts off means of doing the personal, weird, silly, risky little things with any sort of official funding. It's why we funded season one ourselves, because we thought it was worth it. It means more than the world to know you thought so too.

And now, with all of that self-indulgence done: a practical update on NEXT STEPS!

MAY 2024:

We'll spend this next month prepping crowdfund rewards--writing thank you notes, getting extra supplies of stickers (they were VERY popular), etc! We expect those rewards to go out mid-Summer. The annotated Scandal in Bohemia will go out to our $30+ donors later this month via email. Also, if you pledged at $250 or up (THANK YOU again), we will be reaching out to secure details of your perks (start thinking of what mystery you'd like us to solve!). If you are expecting an email and do not receive one by the end of the month, please check your spam folder and if nothing is there, reach out to us via IGG!

We are also in the process or pre-production currently! This season will have a cast of roughly 22 voice actors, so we're taking the full month to get our recording plan. We'll also spend the month refining scripts, doing rehearsals, working with our composer on some original pieces (perhaps some violin) and giving our fantastic sound designer, Sarah, time to do the prep work she needs, and laying the groundwork for what is looking to be a very full summer of production! We look forward to updating you as the season progresses!

Again, thank you. Thank you. This second season is, aptly, a bit of an inverse of our first season. It's about the weight of expectation. How to operate in the world when you go from unknown to known. Invisible to spectacular. Alone to loved. It's also about a murder at a theme park but that's a bit less relevant to the emotional core of what I'm driving at here. But actually, fuck it, I guess it's still relevant, because we've always been excited about the weighty and the silly all the same.

So again, and not for the last time: #ForAmbrosius

-Lauren, Ian, and the whole Fawx & Stallion Team

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In the Shadows of Love

Chapter 7 - Revelations

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, domestic fluff, angst, mentions of death, depression, hurt/comfort

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Knock knock

“Hey there, pretty girl,” Toji greets in the doorway of his home, stepping to the side for you to enter. “Come on in.”

“Hey Toji.” Your smile grows brighter at the sight of Megumi rushing down the hall into your open embrace. “Happy birthday, ‘Gumi.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your shirt. Toji reaches out, freeing up the presents from your hand.

“You came!” a familiar sounding voice shouts with vivid excitement. You match it to Yuji, bounding your way with Nobara at his side like the time before. Megumi pulls away from you, his face beet red with embarrassment.

“Hey, you two. How are you?”

“Good!” They cheerfully drawl out in unison.

Yuji takes Megumi by the hand, leading him back to the sofa where it appears they’re playing Mario Party together. The console’s new, so either someone else brought theirs, or Megumi got to open one of his presents early to play with his friends.

You’re taken aback by how well decorated Toji’s home is, with various ribbons and flags along the walls, on top of blue and green balloons floating along the ceiling. Everywhere you look, there’s something animal themed that’s perfect for Megumi’s big day.

“Thanks for comin’, doll.” Toji’s pulls your attention away from the room, back to him. “You’re making the kid’s day being here.”

“Of course, I’m happy to be here,” you tell him with another smile.

Toji returns your gleeful expression with his own, but it quickly vanishes at the sound of his door knocking, as though he already knows who awaits. He turns to answer it, and in the meantime, you’re approached by one of the other adults present.

“So you must be the girl next-door,” the man says, introducing themselves in a suave manner, “I’m Shiu Kong, a friend of Fushiguro’s.”

“O-oh yeah, it’s nice to meet you,” you reply, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You should know, he talks about you quite a bit–“

“Shiu,” Toji interrupts with a stern tone. He then sighs, “I see you’ve met Megs’ sitter.”

Your look at him with a shocked face. “You’re the babysitter?”

Shiu chuckles, “Wasn’t expecting some grown man, were ya?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” you profusely apologize but his laughter continues, even knocking Toji on the shoulder with an open hand.

“Don’t be,” he reassures, “I’d expect some teenage girl too if I heard the word ‘babysitter’, but I’m not upset by it.”

It’s only now that you realize Toji is joined by two younger ─ and female ─ versions of him, save for their hair color bordering on a greenish hue.

Secret siblings of Megumi? No, you’d know that by now, but then again you know nothing about his mother.

You crouch down to greet the two apparent twins. “Hi there, what are your names?”

The one with straighter hair answers first, “Maki,” they answer without much of any emotion.

“I’m Mai,” the other girl says. Her hair is wavier than her sister’s, and slightly darker, making that the only noticeable difference between the two.

Toji puts one hand on the top of their heads, performing his signature ruffling technique honed from years of practice with Megumi. “Go on and play the others,” he says to them.

The two take their leave, heading towards where Megumi is, hand in hand. With the way their exchange is looking, it seems more likely that this is their first time meeting each other. Nobara looks especially thrilled at the sight of some other girls at the party, as she’s already pulling them away to chat amongst themselves.

“Are they Megumi’s cousins?” you ask, looking to Toji.

“Mine, actually.” He shrugs at the questionable look you give him in return. “Don’t ask, it ain’t worth the discussion.”

Well now he’s just purposely leaving you in suspense. Either way, you decide to change the topic to lighten the tense mood, “Did you do all these decorations yourself?”

He snorts, “You kidding? I had no clue they made stores just for parties until he showed me one.” Toji nudges his head at Shiu.

“You should’ve seen the look on this guy’s face when the employee had him trying on party hats to find the perfect one.” Shiu smirks, earning a glare from his friend.

“I’m gonna need a smoke break at this rate,” Toji grumbles.

“Thought you said you were going to quit that habit cause of–“

“I will turn you into a party favor if you continue that sentence,” he warns.

Shiu is unbothered by Toji’s feigned hostility, enjoying the subtle jabs they’re making at each other. “That wouldn’t be very nice on your own kids’ birthday, let alone in front of the pretty lady, now would it?” he teases.

“Shiu, don’t tempt me.”

The sound of your laughter brings both of their attentions to you, “You two are good friends, huh?”

“Do we look like friends?”

“Ouch, I’m hurt.” Shiu jokingly places his hand over his heart. “You’re lucky to have me around outside of business.”

“Yeah, yeah, save the sappy speech for the cake.” Toji waves him off, but you can see a smile pulling at his lips. He may act cold and distant with Shiu, but even you can tell it’s merely a façade. “If you’re hungry, there’s pizza in the kitchen and other snacks by the TV. Go make yourself comfy, doll.”

“Don’t mind if I do, thanks.” You leave the two to chat on your own while you make your way into the kitchen.

There are a few boxes of pizza, each with different toppings or regular old plain, so you grab a plate with whatever is your favorite and head off to join the kids.

Megumi and Yuji are side by side in the center of the sectional, and on the latter’s side is a young looking man who for whatever reason sparks a sense of familiarity in you. You’re not sure as to why because you think you would remember someone with tattoos across their face, but in this case, you don’t. He nods his head in a subtle greeting with you while you sit down on Megumi’s empty side.

No sooner after, a blonde woman who you saw seated here earlier appears, hugging the dark-haired man from over the back of the couch. “Choso!” she sings. Her eyes light up with curiosity like a candle when she sees you. “Who do we have here?” she asks, coming around to your end of the couch.

“Hi,” you tell her your name, “I’m one of Toji’s neighbors.” While you feel less nervous in meeting another woman, your nerves are still evident in your voice.

“Really?” She hums, rubbing her chin in thought. “So tell me… what’s your type of guy?”

“I’m sorry?” You blink.

“If you prefer women, that’s fine too,” she adds with narrowing eyes that scour your face for any reaction. “I ask this of everyone I meet for the first time.”

“Um…” You blink again, turning your head to look at Toji from afar. He catches your stare, glancing between you and the blonde before a knowing smirk crosses his face.

This shared look doesn’t go unnoticed by the woman, as she quickly places a hand down on your shoulder with a nod. “Yup, we’re gonna get along just fine,” she says with certainty. “By the way, I’m–“

“Auntie Yuki!” Yuji interrupts, throwing himself into her lap.

She helps him get situated, his back now flush against her chest. Yuki, as Yuji kindly introduced, wraps her hands around his stomach, erupting the boy with laughter as she tickles his sides. “What is it, Yujipie?”

She eventually relents, allowing him to speak. “Can you please play with us?” he asks, holding out a controller for her to take. “Pretty please…?” Yuji drawls out with puppy eyes.

“Of course I can! Let Auntie Yuki show you all her special moves.” She winks.

You feel your shirt being tugged, causing you to look down to where Megumi keeps looking between you and Yuji with a silent plea.

Is he feeling a bit jealous?

“Would you like to sit up here with me, ‘Gumi?” He nods, crawling up onto your lap to mimic his friend. Once he’s settled, he offers you his controller as well, which you take.

“Ooh, is it time for the adults to face off?” Yuki muses, feeling a competitive spark growing. “You’re up, Choso.”

“Hey!” Nobara raises her voice with a pouting face. “You can’t all gang up on me, that’s not fair!”

“You haven’t looked at the TV since Maki and Mai came over!” Yuji retorts.

Her scowl turns into a blush. “Nuh-uh!” She argues, feeling bashful.

“What’s all the commotion?” Toji catches you off guard with his sudden appearance over the couch from behind you.

“Toji Toji!” Yuji exclaims, “Come play with us!”

“Yeah, come on, old man!” Everyone’s jaw drops at Nobara’s comment. She then runs up to Toji. “Here, you can use mine!”

“’m not that old…” he grumbles, taking the controller from her before moving to the now free spot between you and Choso. “Kids these days,” he scoffs, sitting down.

You try to stifle your laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand.

“Not you too,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose while attempting to hide his own grin. “I’ll just have to prove myself then by getting all the coins and winning.”

“I think you mean stars,” Choso counters with innocent intent, unknowingly making Toji’s case worse as the kids bust out laughing.

Nobara, alongside Maki and Mai, shuffle over to the open area between the couch and the coffee table. The three lean their backs against the couch, happily partaking in the spread of junk food in front of them.

Toji’s suffering doesn’t end, with each turn landing him on the accursed red tiles ─ or worse, Bowser tiles after the lowest of low rolls from the dice. Choso on the other hand keeps striking it big with 10s each time, making it a struggle for Yuji on who to cheer for. Yuki’s doing fairly well herself, making it a point to utilize every item she can get her hands on.

Over the course of the game, you come to find out that Choso is one of Toji’s coworkers, answering your earlier question. Not only that, but he’s also Yuji’s older brother, with Yuki being his girlfriend. He’s around your age, so to have a sibling as young as Yuji is an anomaly in itself, but not one completely unheard of it.

If anything, you’re more curious about Toji’s family tree with him being cousins to a pair of six-year-olds, all while his own son is turning that very age today.

The minigames are as intense as you would’ve expected. Yuki is thrilled whenever she has you on her team, challenging the men to keep up with you girls. If Toji ends up on your team, you can be sure you’re winning that minigame no matter what.

As for Shiu, he’s enjoying all the chances to poke fun at Toji from afar, especially over his competitive nature that butts heads with Yuki. Meanwhile, both Choso and you are simply happy to be there, as are the kids all intensely watching.

By the end of the game, you’re all a bunch of a sweaty messes, even the casual players of the game. It’s hard not to get on the edge of your seat at times to keep up with the two bloodthirsty gamers. Despite the luck or skill of the rest, you end up being the surprised winner of the game in the name of Team Megumi.

“Booo, I was rooting for you, old man,” Nobara quips, huffing her cheeks at him.

“Yeah, sure you were,” Toji replies with a sarcastic tone, ruffling her perfectly shaped bob.

“You might’ve had a chance if you weren’t blowing all the coins you got on useless items,” Shiu remarks, letting out an amused puff of air.

Toji shoots him a glare on his way from the couch into the kitchen. “Who’s ready for presents and cake?”

“Me me me!” Yuji and Nobara cheer, equal in excitement. They take off as fast as their tiny feet will allow to get there first, not that it makes any difference, but they are kids.

Megumi slides off your lap, pulling on your hand to lead you. As for the twins, they’re the last to arrive at the table with Yuki at their side. The two share an expression you know all too well ─ that out of place feeling as though you don’t belong here, and it makes you wonder more.

As far as things are going for you, today’s been fun, but a lot socially. With the holidays near, it’s made an excellent distraction from the typical pattern of loneliness you’ve had for some years now. This time of year used to bring you so much joy and happiness, but now your decorations sit in boxes buried in the closet.

Yuki’s charisma reminds you of Satoru, both with a unique and unmatched sense of humor that is pleasantly inviting. Choso appeared more serious at first, but once you got to know him better, you found him to be quite down to earth and more relatable than you could’ve ever imagined. The two of them hold a lot of love for Yuji; he’s lucky to have such good figures in his life watching over him.

Megumi takes up his designated seat at the head of the table, glaring at Toji while he does his best to make the party hat fit properly over all his son’s spiked hair. Megumi now looks more like a unicorn than a kid celebrating his birthday. Everyone else at the table puts on their own hats to match, cheering for the boy as he starts to unwrap his gifts.

“Wait, wait ─ fuck,” Toji groans, fiddling with a phone in his hands. You realize upon closer inspection that it’s not his usual phone, but rather a brand-new one.

“You okay?” you ask, delicate with your tone to not offend. A habit you learned early on in your youth.

“What the hell is a panorama?” Toji clicks his tongue. “Why isn’t this shit working?” He further complains.

“I’m starting to think we should start checking your hair for grays, Fushiguro.”

“Shiu, I am never inviting you to these again.”

“Play nice, boys,” Yuki teases, joining the banter.

“Here, let me…” You lean into his space, swiping your finger across the screen to the appropriate setting. “…there. Did you just get this recently?”

“Gotta keep up with your online posts somehow.” He grins with impish delight, savoring in the flustered expression that blooms. “Go on then, Megs. You’re up.”

With that, Megumi begins tearing into his presents ─ albeit in a calm manner. Most kids leave nothing but shreds behind, but Megumi is the type to unwrap his presents wherever there’s tape, keeping it clean and intact. Through it all, he’s smiling away with childlike wonder.

The gifts he receives vary from person to person, with a few being games for his new console, animal themed legos, and some other toys. From you, he gets some National Geographic books on zoology paired with a large, black and white wolf plush with the name “Totality” written on the tag.

Books, especially nonfiction ones at that, are a gamble for this budding six-year-old. You figure it acts like a picture book paired with factual knowledge here and there, and if he already likes documentaries, then he might enjoy some books on it too. With the way his eyes light up, it’s safe to say he’s more than happy about it. So much so, that he hops off his chair, running to embrace you in full.

“Thank you, Mama,” he murmurs just loud enough that between the awing of everyone in the room, it’s still clearly audible.

It’s the pink elephant in the room you’ve tried not to think about so far ─ that is, the absence of his mother from the celebration of his birth. Whether intentional or not, Megumi’s continuous hold on you seals the deal of the only possible reasoning for his words.

There is no mother in his life.

You’re not quite sure what to even say, merely letting your hand do the talking by gently soothing with back-and-forth motions over his head. What’s worrying to you isn’t so much his sudden declaration, but rather how his true father who’s recording all of this will react. You can only imagine the look on his face, hopeful that he isn’t mad or upset with you.

“Cake time!” Yuji cheers, cutting through the palpable tension in the room.

Toji and Shiu shuffle off together to the kitchen first, while the rest of you stay behind at the table. Megumi returns to his chair, babbling with Yuji and Nobara who have their forks in hand, ready as could be. Yuki and Choso start to clear the table off to make room, so you opt to help them to clear your mind.

“Hey, are you alright?” Yuki whispers to you when you’re away from everyone else.

You give her a weak smile in response, making it appear like everything’s fine, even if your voice betrays you. “Y-yeah, wasn’t expecting that is all.”

“It’s a good thing, no?” she questions, and by all means, she’s right but…

“It is! I’m happy, but…should I be?” you sigh.

“Of course you should, this is a huge step!” she argues, silently shouting triumphantly for you. “I remember when Yuji started calling me his mom,” she chuckles fondly, “It took a while to explain what aunts are since he only has an uncle, but Cho and I were so happy about it.”

You wonder for a moment about Yuji’s own home situation in comparison to Megumi. It’s likely given her words that Choso is as much of a guardian as he is a brother to him.

“I can’t help but worry whether Toji’s as happy about it as I am,” you admit, feeling pained by the thought of this changing everything for the two of you.

“I wouldn’t worry,” Choso suddenly whispers from behind you. “You’d be surprised what he’s thinking.”

Before you can even ask him what he means, Shiu calls out for everyone to gather back at the table. Upon your return, you spare a glance at Toji, sharing an awkward few seconds of eye contact that don’t tell you much of how he’s feeling.

He turns his attention back to the cake, placing it down in front of Megumi. Shiu takes over with recording, as you all begin to sing happy birthday while Toji lights the six candles.

It’s an adorable sheet cake, perfect for Megumi’s whole animal themed party with tigers, snakes, owls, and so much more made up of a rainbow of icing colors.

“Make a wish, Megs,” Toji encourages his son who thinks long and hard before puffing out his cheeks and blowing all the candles out. The clapping and cheering intensifies the redness of his cheeks as the star of the show.

“Picture time.” Shiu grins, using Toji’s phone to capture everyone’s smiling faces around the birthday boy. There are shots with everyone, just the adults, the kids, and then right when it’s about to be father and son, he stops you, “Hold on, let me get one of you three now.”

You stand nervously off to the side until Toji’s hand comes around to your shoulder, tucking you closer to him. “Is this okay?” you mumble to him.

“’Course it is, sweetheart.”

Okay well he’s not mad given the use of that nickname, but it doesn’t tell you he’s happy either.

“Alright, now smile this time, Dad.” Shiu puts on a teasing tone, snapping a dozen photos before giving a thumbs up of approval.

It’s proving difficult for Megumi not to cry at his cake being cut. The usually calm demeanor of his threatening to fall apart at the sight of the iced animals being cleaved by the knife and served to everyone to eat. Whether that’s the reason he avoids eating the icing around the fluffy interior, or if he’s simply just not a big sweets fan, it’s hard to say.

The festivities continue for a while after, with all the kids enjoying some of the new toys together. When it comes time for everyone to head out, it’s easy to see their hearts break.

Yuji does his best to keep himself composed, but he wants nothing more than to stay and have a sleepover so that the fun can’t end. Nobara, while she doesn’t let her dismay show, you can see it in her eyes when her parents, Saori and Hiromi Higuruma, arrive to pick her up. Shiu’s the next to leave, but as of right now, he’s busy chatting with Toji by the door, leaving you with the remaining children.

Mai comes up to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch. “Is it true you’re a model?”

“It is,” you reply, clicking together a few pieces of the legos Megumi has you building with him.

“Does that mean you’re on TV?” she asks, and you can see the stars forming in the pools of her eyes.

You let out an amused breath. “It can, but I’m not. I am in magazines though,” you tell her.

“I wanna be on TV someday,” she reveals with hopeful confidence. “An actress!”

“You do, huh? That’s an exciting dream.” You look over to her twin who’s sitting on the other side of you, munching away on a bowl of chips. “How about you, Maki? What’s your dream?”

She shrugs, seemingly uncaring to the idea. “Don’t have one.”

That’s odd, you think to yourself. What kid doesn’t have a lofty goal in mind for the future? From the start you’ve had your worries, not because of their behavior ─ which has been good to say the least ─ but why they act more distant than a normal six-year-old would.

What is their life at home like?

The front door opens and closes, signaling Shiu’s departure. Toji strides back into the room, yawning while scratching the back of his head. He falls into the corner of the couch on Maki’s end, reclining into the cushions with a tired exhale.

“You have a good day, kid?” He nudges Megumi with his foot while he speaks.

Megumi brushes off the action with his hand, shooting him a sharp look that no sooner turns to a blush. “…The best.”

“That’s good.” Toji returns Megumi’s look with one of endearment. You yourself feel happy as well knowing you contributed to Megumi’s special day. “Why don’t you and the girls go get ready for bed and then we can watch a movie, or whatever you’d like?” he muses.

“’Kay,” Megumi drawls. If it weren’t for the movie suggestion, he would’ve had some complaints about being told his birthday is essentially over. Nevertheless, he and the twins disappear down the hall.

The tenseness from earlier returns, heightened by the fact you’re now alone together. For the first time in a few weeks, you feel your old self crawling back up. The longer silences envelopes you both, the more you desire to act on your flight response in order to protect yourself from any hurt feelings.

“Hey–“

“So–“

You both speak in unison, interrupting each other. Seems you aren’t the only one feeling weird after all.

“Sorry,” you nervously laugh.

“Don’t be, you go first,” he insists, waiting patiently for you to talk once you muster up the courage to do so again. Trying to leave now just became a whole lot more difficult.

“Uh…so the twins are sleeping over, I assume?” you instead opt to say.

“Yeah, I have them for holidays,” he tells you with a hint of vexation.

You make a confused face in response. He seemed to like the twins earlier, why else would he have them here? “You’re not happy about it?” you inquire.

“The girls are fine; they aren’t the issue.” He waves his hand dismissively, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. “It’s my piece of shit family that is. All of them ─ rotten to the core.”

“You don’t seem so bad to me,” you reassure, evidently making him feel the slightest bit better when you notice the corner of his lip moving upwards.

Toji admits, much to his chagrin, “You don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. The only things we have in common are blood, bad habits, and wishing the other didn’t exist.”

“Well, I’m no stranger to that either…” He snaps his head in your direction with a stern face, nothing negative directed at you. As much as you could go on and trauma bond with him, you refrain from doing so. “But I can say for sure that you’re nothing close to rotten, Toji.”

There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again, “You have my late wife to thank for that,” he finally reveals, answering the question you’ve been dying to know.

Late wife.

“…Megumi’s mother?”

He nods slowly.

“Meeting her was the turning point in my life.” His eyes then shut, as if embracing a distant, yet fond memory. “I’ve done a lot of dumb things in life I regret, but the day I ran away to be with her was never one of them.”

He pauses briefly, his eyes fluttering open, back to the present. There’s an unmistakable glint of sadness now visible to you. Whatever loss had occurred took a large piece of him with it.

“She changed me, made me a better person ─ made me want to be a better person.” His voice now carries a somber tone to it, grieving alongside a hollowed expression. Only now do you realize that in the time you’ve known Toji, this is the first time he’s ever been so vulnerable around you.

A few minutes ago, your mind was urging you to run, already assuming you would meet the worst outcome if you didn’t ─ a bad end.

It pains you, especially now that you’re seeing a glimpse into his own world of hurt. Issues you knew nothing about, feelings he’s locked away. It’s easy to get caught up in all your own emotions until you’re shutting everyone else out to protect yourself, but you’re also not the only one.

How cruel you feel for things out of your control and how you react.

“Once I knew what I felt was love, I married her right away.” He holds his left hand up, looking to the empty spot around his ring finger. “She was already pregnant at the time, but even if she wasn’t, it wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.”

“You don’t have to keep going if it’s hard, Toji, I don’t mind,” you say to bring him some comfort. You reach for his slight trembling hand as well, grounding him with your touch.

You debate whether that’s the right move or not in this situation, but when he held yours as you felt everything come crashing down, it made you feel better. So why not return the kindness this time?

He doesn’t seem to mind the action, and in fact, works it so his hand is holding yours. His thumb moves absentmindedly across your palm, the rough pad smoothing out as he calms down.

“I was terrified of becoming a father. I never thought I should be one after the life I’ve lived, but she kept trying to convince me otherwise,” he admits. “Never could’ve predicted that I’d be the one raising him all alone. Ironic, isn’t it?” he chuckles mirthlessly.

“Take care of Megumi, okay?” the promise echoes in his mind.

“She passed away right after giving birth with our blessing still in her arms.”

Your vision glosses over with fresh tears that are pooling. “Toji, I am so sorry.”

Logically, he should be the one crying his eyes out over this grief, but instead, it’s you. Despite your best efforts to contain your emotions, how can you not feel for him and all the pain he’s gone through?

But there’s one crucial detail he’s forgetting.

You trade places once more with his hand, squeezing tight like he’s your lifeline ─ and in a way, he is.

“Don’t forget what you told me.” He raises a brow at this. “Just like how I’m not alone with you around in my life, neither are you,” you counter, trying to maintain as stern a voice as you can through tears that shatter it.

Toji smiles at the gesture, and it’s like watching the life return to his eyes in real-time.

“You should know, I’m not upset about the kid calling you ‘mom’. He needs a mother figure in his life, and I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you.”

With that, you feel the light shining your way this time, pushing the darkness away with words of affirmation. Even if it inevitably draws out the final burst of tears from within you, you’re happy.

As you part your lips to speak, the boy in question comes bounding back into the room, right onto his father’s lap. You’re quick to wipe off your face, making it appear as though nothing had happened in his absence.

“Hey Megs.” Toji flips him around, pulling Megumi’s back flush to his body.

Maki and Mai follow after, reclaiming their original spots on either side of you. You help them get comfy with some throw pillows and a blanket overtop your legs.

“What movie do you wanna watch? Your choice,” Toji asks, grabbing the remote for the TV.

“Ice Age!” Megumi replies, raising his hands in the air to showcase his eagerness. “With the dinosaurs!”

“You got it, birthday boy.”

“Hey, speaking of birthdays…” You glance over at Toji who’s already making a face. He knows exactly what you’re about to ask, and he can’t say he’s a fan of it. “…when’s yours?”

“I’m an ‘old man’,” he drawls mockingly, rolling his eyes for the added effect. “Mine doesn’t mean anything.”

“Don’t say that, either of those things,”you scold, giving him your best pouting expression. “You’re not old, and it’s another year you’ve gotten to live and enjoy life.”

Ironic coming from someone with intrusive thoughts and ideations.

He sighs, still refusing to answer as you begin a silent stare down with each other. After some thought, he finally tells you, “…the 31st.”

You blink, lips stretching into a fine line.

“Toji.”

“Yeah?”

A pause.

“That’s in nine days.”

“Sure is.”

Another pause, and then the two of you bust out laughing amongst yourselves. All three of the kids look at you both like you’re crazy before returning their gaze to the movie now playing.

“Looks like I have some last-minute shopping to do then,” you muse over the possible ideas.

“Oh please, don’t start,” he groans. “I don’t need anything.”

“Well, too bad. I’m getting you something whether you like it or not.” You place your hands overtop the twins’ hair, a habit you’ve come to pick up the longer you’re around Toji. “Besides, these girls are going to be here for Christmas, so I want to do something for them.”

The two look shocked upon hearing your words, but a subtle redness settles over their features when they realize you’re being genuine with them.

You all enjoy the duration of the movie together, like one big hapy family, without a care in the world. It’s been a rollercoaster of a day with a whole new insight on Toji’s life. As satisfied as you are to finally have an answer to the big question, it’s left you with several more, courtesy of your doomsday mindset.

Does he still harbor feelings for her, long after her demise?

Are you even worthy enough to fill that empty space in their hearts meant for a mother or a lover?

Then comes the question you often ask yourself in your darkest moments ─ do you even deserve this?

Do you yourself deserve to be loved by another?

☆ Notes: the real slow burn is mamaguro’s status and my update schedule…

This chapter was one of my toughest ever to write with how many characters I had to keep track of - balancing conversations/emotions between actions and descriptive text. It was a good but tough learning process, and I really hope you guys enjoyed it!!!

I doubt I’ll ever touch up on it in the future, but yes, our favorite lawyer is Nobara’s stepdad :) her mom (dubbed saori kugisaki for last name purposes) is her bio mom, and is the same saori she meets as a kid in the canon. I thought it’d be fitting for the two, and I’ve seen other fics make Hiromi her father, so I figured why not! Nobara deserves a happy family too <3

Lastly, for some fun author lore, I had a green 3d dragon cake for my 8th birthday party and I SOBBED my eyes out in front of both my family and my four guests because I thought the dragon would be upset and hate me for eating it… as for my birthday today, I’m doing a spongebob themed cookie cake in honor of turning 25 as per the boating school episode :3

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red-balloon12 · 2 days

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My actual thoughts on TADC Ep.2

(Spoilers below)

1. This was a cool episode! I like how it explored the whole thing with NPC’s and them just being there to defeat. I felt bad for Gummigoo. Him not having memories and stuff. It’s no wonder why him and Pomni connected so quickly……oh god there’s going to be a lot of “fanservice” fan art of him (and him with Pomni), isn’t there…HOOOO GOD- But I admittedly didn’t feel as attached to Gummigoo as a lot of the other fans. Not that Gummigoo was a bad character, but I knew he wasn’t going to last as a permanent character so I guess that’s why him getting poofed by Caine didn’t affect me as much (and why I’m not mad at Caine as much. And I guess I’m also just…very biased against GummiJester as a JesterDoll truther….I’m so sorry-)

2. Caine was a lot more pushy in this episode. Before he made the activities seem optional (though the activities themselves had a way of finding and including Zooble against their will). Bro really wants to impress and entertain the crew.

3. I don’t like how sidelined Ragatha was in this episode (I really just want her to go Buck wild and kill Jax-) But she also seems to REALLY want Pomni to like her. And I think it’s because she empathizes with Pomni. According to Kinger, Ragatha had a hard time adjusting to the circus so maybe Rags doesn’t want the same for Pomni. So she tries to make her feel welcomed (even though it was counter productive) I honestly felt bad for Ragatha when Pomni showed up with Gummigoo.

I’m glad they didn’t show her getting jealous but I can imagine Ragatha feeling dejected because she tried so hard to befriend Pomni only for Pomni to make fast friends with someone else. But I’m not totally giving up hope. Also a lot of people were righ about Rags being the type of person to bottle things up. That toxic positivity is bound to run out at some point. (I can’t wait to see her snap).

4. I really liked how Pomni was in this episode. Her stepping up a little to help Gummigoo, the facial expressions and stuff. As much as I love Ragatha, she DID come off as a bit patronizing which I’m glad Pomni called her out for it. Her friendship with Gummigoo was also really heart warming and I did kinda feel it when Caine made Gummigoo just disappear like he did. Also Pomni is canonically stretchy and she has chompers. Very cute. I also find it very interesting that this is the second time Pomni was separated from the group and missed out on the majority of the adventure. Maybe this will change as time goes on and Pomni gets more comfortable with the activities, I hope.

5. I also really liked Kinger in this episode. The writers seemed to shift his personality a little, making him more wiser. He also seems to have good memory when it counts. I appreciate he also tried to help Pomni. Emphasis on the “try”. I love him. He’s just doing his best. Also his plushie is SO FUCKING CUTE OMG!

6. I don’t have much to say about Gangle except LET THIS WOMAN BE HAPPY PLEASE! PLEASE JUST LET HER HAVE HER HAPPY MASK! Also let Gangle also go wild on Jax. She deserves it.

7. I liked the princess. She looked cute! Also you can’t tell me Ragatha has a small crush on her. (A little side tangent: BunnyDoll/Ragatha x Kinger shippers confuse the hell out of me. You’re going to look at Ragatha, someone that’s based off of Raggedy Anne who’s ALSO SAPHHIC AF, and tell me that she’s into men? I don’t fucking think so-) I honestly thought the princess was going to turn out to be an evil tyrant that was going to manipulate Ragatha to accomplish some goal…idk where I got that from-

8. (Probably the one you’ve been waiting for) Jax. My opinions on Jax hasn’t changed all that much. I’m still don’t like him. But damn did they turn up the “asshole” meter on this guy. I mean…I expected it since Gooseworks said he was going to get worse, but I didn’t think it would happen so fast. I also am starting to understand the sentiment if not wanting a particular character to have development/redemption. I don’t want an excuse to actually like this dude. I want him to get worse actually. (That or he severely gets chewed out by the others…mainly Ragatha or Pomni. That’s like…the only way I can remotely start to like him.)

But I’d be remiss to ignore that one scene before the funeral. He obviously cares for the others but puts on a front for….some fucking reason. It does make me wonder if it’s out of concern or maybe…guilt? I’ve heard a theory that Jax played a part in why Kaufmo got abstracted. Idk how true that theory is but I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. It would also explain him not going to the funeral despite feeling bad. (I wanna point out how funny it is that everyone thought that one screenshot of Jax sitting was going to be an angst moment. But no, it was just him being mad there was no bloodshed lol) But yeah, I’d still like for this due to get punted, please.

9. The ending. Zooble surprised me a little. I thought they were going to be the actual angsty character with a soft side and I was kinda right but I was surprised with how considerate they were putting together Kaufmo’s funeral. It made me appreciate them a little more. And I like there wasn’t a gag where no one had anything to say because they all didn’t care about Kaufmo. They all really do miss him and I think that’s heartwarming. And the ending that parallels the beginning where Pomni is falling only to be caught by everyone (except Jax lol) was the nail in the coffin. Pomni finally realizing she still has friends despite loosing Gummigoo. It’s why I’m not giving up on her friendship with Rags. I still believe they’re going to bond the most. Especially now knowing they both had similar experiences when they first came to the circus.

10. Can we take a moment to appreciate the animation? It just seems more crisp than the pilot which I didn’t even think was possible since that animation already looked clean af. Literal eye candy. (Pun intended)

Overall, I’m very interested and exited to see more. 8/10 episode. (Also F’s in the chat for CainexPomni/Caine fans. Yes this includes me.)

#the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #tadc zooble

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bluemoondust · 2 days

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There was a request you did with a famous darling and the pokevillains.

Could you write the famous darling scenario with maybe Brassius, Grusha, Piers, and Petrel?

✧Famous!Darling✧

Referring to this post!

Characters: Brassius, Grusha, Piers, Petrel

Warning(s): Hints of Possessive Behavior, Hints of Violence, Stalking

✧Gym Leader Brassius✧

Oh, you bet he's one of your biggest supporters. Despite his yandere tendencies, he isn't one to restrict his darling from expressing themselves creatively. However, one thing he worries deeply about is the impact that comes with fame. He's concerned that you won't be doing this for yourself anymore; that you'll be bending over backwards to please the masses. It depresses him to think how you'll be once you come to see your passion as nothing more than a chore. He doesn't want that for you, so he makes sure it doesn't happen. Some of your fans, who don't treat or see you as a real person, make him sick to his stomach, honestly. He'll gladly ensure they won't bother you anymore and learn how to be respectful. He will gladly weed out the bad seeds from the garden. Harshly, if he has to since some weeds can be stubborn.

✧Gym Leader Grusha✧

Annoyed. That's all he feels. Grusha knows the deal when it comes to being well-known and famous. He was just like that before the accident. However, seeing your fans swarm around you while the two of you are out makes him remember that oh, yeah, that was certainly a thing. Don't people have some amount of decency? Can't they leave someone alone for a few minutes? He hates how it looks like they're treating you like some...object. He doesn't know how much he can take it. There are some genuine fans out there, but oh, he's not annoyed by them. It's the weirdos his concern and bitterness is centered towards. They make him absolutely sick. He doesn't voice any of this out, but you can sure feel his irritation at a certain distance. Just, you know...make sure he's okay since we wouldn't want an accident on the news, don't we?

✧Gym Leader Piers✧

Just like Grusha, he's also annoyed by these fans. Like yeah, there's Team Yell with Marnie but that's her hype team more than anything. These people, though, are so bothersome and he can't help but bring that up sometimes in conversation. If you're actually bothered by them, then great! He'll gladly tell them to bug off when necessary. Hell, you can even come to Spikemuth to hide for a while. Not many people come around anyways, so it's a good place for some alone time. Besides that, Piers is supportive of your career if it's something you're passionate about. Especially if you're a singer/songwriter. As someone who is one himself, he's alright with giving advice and offering a hand. Team Yell can act as bodyguards if you want. Their demeanor would drive excessive fans away and that's something he wants. A benefit to handing advice to you is that he had the opportunity to give small bouts of misinformation to scare you a little. It just helps to keep you leaning onto him for support. I mean, who else could relate? I know what you're thinking: this sounds rather okay. Because it's the way Piers wants it to be. Even as a yandere, he doesn't want unnecessary conflict or trouble. It's rather annoying. Oh, but make no mistake; he's willing to drag any creep into a dark alley to ensure they are never able to hold a paper and pen ever again.

✧Team Rocket Executive Petrel✧

Petrel is rather chill about this. Hell, he even disguises as various people who are 'fans' of yours. Example: you're at a convention with fans and it's going well. Everyone is so sweet and endearing. What you don't notice is that Petrel had approached you multiple times as different people just to see how you react with various individuals. He can never get tired of this. It's entertaining to see that adorable face of yours greet him as if you're meeting for the first time over and over. Little did you know... This man does buy some of your merch, he does but...he wants something personal. These items are more centered around your career, and that's fine and all, but he wants stuff that are closer to you as a person. Rummaging through your stuff was easy. You really need more competent bodyguards, darling. That's fine, he'll just play the part as one of them for you. He wants to chuckle at the way you don't notice anything off with him. An expert in his craft after all. Plus, why would you question anyone who's your bodyguard?

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere brassius #yandere grusha #yandere piers #yandere petrel #yandere male #male yandere #yanderecore

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earlgraytay · 9 hours

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If you're going to make a post about not buying cheap random binders maybe give some cheap alternatives instead of "uwu I only CARE about you and don't want you TO GET HORRIBLY HURT," holier than thou, hyberbolic garbage. Give some alternatives other than "buy expensive stuff uwu" lmao

Wow. What an incredibly rude and hostile way to talk to someone you don't know. Anyway. I'm the wrong person to answer this question, for three reasons.

I haven't had anything to bind since 2017, and wasn't able to bind for a good few years prior, on account of, you know, fucking up my ribs with a crappy Amazon binder. It's been nearly a decade since I've been on the market for a binder. I do not know what the scene looks like right now. Miku Hatsune could have descended from heaven, dropped a binder that's so good it blows your tits off, and I wouldn't know, because I haven't had to buy a binder since 2014.

The notes on my original post are a fucking gold mine of information that I wouldn't have been able to give you- both up-to-date information on which companies are most reputable, and information on what to do if you're too low-income to get a full price binder, including folks from the Global South talking about where to get binders if you don't live in the US or UK. If you actually want information on where to get a reasonably priced binder, look there.

..... I'm going to reiterate what I have been saying this entire time.

A binder is a piece of medical equipment. It is not a fashion statement, it is not just a form of gender expression, and it is not something you can afford to take lightly.

There are things in this world you can cheap out on. You can buy store-brand cheerios, or dollar store dish soap, or gently used jeans, and you will be okay.

Medical equipment is not something you can cheap out on. If you cheap out on medical equipment, you can seriously injure yourself. You should be just as careful about buying a binder as you should be about buying a CPAP machine, a mobility aid, or a wrist brace.

The alternatives are not "buy expensive stuff", "buy cheap stuff", or "go without."

The alternatives are "buy high-quality stuff- which is expensive because it was designed by skilled medical professionals and/or sewists to work with your body's needs instead of against them", "buy low-quality stuff that could seriously injure or even kill you", "go without", or "get assistance from one of the organizations that exists specifically to help transmascs/NB people with this kind of thing".

Yes. I'm going to be self-righteous about this. The sheer number of trans guys who are putting themselves at risk of rib damage, pneumonia, and other permanent injuries because they're buying cheap, dangerous crap that's getting pushed at them... how can you see that and not want to warn them?

FFS, dude.

#the earl speaks #anon ask #rude #the earl has an opinion #being a gender is suffering #being a trans man is suffering #f. f. s.#i do not have the time for this #i do not have the patience for this #general malarkey #tumblr malarkey

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lightning-and-dragons · 20 hours

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Strength and Survival Chapter 1

LEGO Ninjago, LEGO Ninjago: Dragons Rising

A Jay-centric fanfic

Jay Walker escaped the Administration, but with weakened powers, no memories, and very little chance of survival, he isn't sure how long he can run from the agents sent after him.

Rontu senses his fear, finds him, and decides that he needs her help to continue on.

Never could she have guessed how much she would come to care for him.

OR: Jay Walker escapes the Administration and gets adopted by Rontu, much to Egalt's dismay.

Or, read it on Tumblr below! (it's a long one)

Warning tags: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, descriptions of injury and blood, some gun violence (laser guns from the Administration). Rated Teen and Up

Survive. Survive. Survive.

Jay Walker knew, in that moment, that he hated sand. His legs burned as he ran on top of it, his shoes sliding every which way, trying to gain a sturdy surface to grip onto, but there was nothing. His feet sunk into it, trapping him briefly before he gained enough strength to free himself. All that was around him was sand, sand, and more sand, making true escape impossible. How could he run away when the sand wouldn’t let him?

He heard screams of anger from behind him, and he stumbled, urging himself to go faster, to make some distance from the ever growing army behind him.

He didn't have a chance to turn back and check how big the army had gotten, yet he knew that, at this point in the chase, they would have deployed mechs. There were probably no less than fifty agents on his tail, all tasked to do one thing: capture Jay and bring him back to the Administration. The thought made his stomach twist into knots, and he tried to run even faster.

Jay just escaped the claws of the Administration. He wasn’t going back. He wasn’t going back to the endless days of paperwork, the meaningless job he was thrust into. He wasn’t going back to where no one cared about anything but check marks and signatures on useless paper, where everyone stared with unseeing eyes, only obeying orders like slaves. And he wasn’t going back to the Chamber. Never, ever, again.

The sun above him burned his skin, sand carried by a strong wind landed in his hair, in his suit, and in his eyes. But he didn’t stop running. Stopping meant more pain, and he didn’t want to be in pain anymore. He wanted to live. He wanted to be free.

“Agent Walker! By the all encompassing authority of the Administrator you must come with us immediately!” The voice behind him was loud, too loud, and Jay knew that he was running out of time. He had to go faster. He had to do something to buy himself time.

His heart pounded strongly in his chest, fast, repeating the same word over and over again.

Survive. Survive. Survive.

He screamed as he felt one of the lasers from a gun hit his shoulder, causing him to stumble into the sand below him, knees digging into the rough, gritty surface. He coughed, grabbing his shoulder with a cry, feeling warm blood dribbling down his fingers. But he tried not to let it concern him. The laser wasn’t going to be what killed him. It was going to be his stumble into the sand that did that.

He fought to get up, once, twice, three times, yet he couldn’t pull himself up, his legs shaking with exhaustion, his feet unable to dig themselves out of the sand without sliding.

An agent finally caught up to him, no expression on his face, and aimed the gun right at Jay’s head. Jay stilled, knowing that it was too late now.

“You are to be taken back to the Administration, where the Administrator will determine what to do with you.” The agent said sternly, and Jay turned away, pulling himself into a tight ball. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the gun, and not knowing what to do.

He couldn’t breathe. The fear of what was waiting for him seemed to take hold of his throat, crushing it, squeezing it with more strength than a mountain, causing darkness to loom at the edge of his vision.

He didn’t want to go back. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Survive. Survive. Survive.

As if it had woken up from slumber, for the first time in days, Jay could feel his lightning. It snaked underneath his skin, an electric current that pulsed with every beat of his heart, growing stronger. Jay felt the lightning move through his veins as if it had a life of its own. And he welcomed the feeling, gripping it with his mind and heart, eager to feel it after having lost it for so long.

He knew that that was what the Administration wanted. He knew that they wanted his powers, his lightning. Yet, as Jay faced certain doom, he couldn’t help but be thankful that at least some of his powers were returning. That he could finally do something instead of succumbing to the fear. That he could finally defend himself.

The lightning that had been forced away from him was finally his to control again, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

The Administration could take his memories, his strength, but they could never fully take away the lightning that he controlled. The lightning that was his.

“Agent Walker, get up and come with us immediately!”

Jay took a deep breath, allowing the lightning to flow through him, and with a speed he didn’t know he possessed, he reached up, shooting the lightning out of his fingertips and into the air. He shocked the agent above him, sending the other man down to the sandy ground, shaking.

Blue lightning danced on his fingertips, and he shakily got to his feet, showing the raw power to the other agents who had approached him. Everyone shuttered to a stop, and before Jay could relish his victory and escape, one of the mechs lifted its arm and shot Jay in the chest, causing him to stumble back. His vision began going black, and Jay ran once more, shooting bolts of lighting behind him, hoping that he could slow them down. A part of him wondered if he could do more with his powers, but the other part of him didn’t care. All that mattered now was escape.

Laser fire flew past him, and he ducked as one whizzed right over his head. Jay’s chest seized, fighting for a breath that Jay couldn’t stop to take, and his shoulder throbbed with every step he took, the movement jarring his body. He didn’t even want to look down at his chest to see the sort of damage the mech did to him. He knew that he would give up if he did.

Suddenly, the sand underneath his feet turned to stone, and he flailed out his arms, his feet slamming to a rough stop as he saw a steep drop in front of him, leading down into darkness. It was a crack in the earth guiding the way to nothing, a dark expanse that Jay didn’t want to imagine for a second longer. Jay cried out, fear pulsing through his body as he stood on the edge, so, so close to falling to his death. Too close.

Looking back, he could see the Administration still in pursuit, dozens of agents closing in on him with one united purpose. He couldn’t fight them all, even though his powers had returned he wasn’t strong enough to face the army. And he couldn’t continue forward, he couldn’t fly, and he certainly couldn’t jump far enough to make it to the other side. Before he could scramble away from the edge, another shot from a gun hit Jay’s side, causing him to stumble back, his right foot teetering on the edge of nothingness.

“Wait! Wait!” Jay called, raising his hands up, resting his foot as much on the ground at possible, yet he knew that one strong gust of wind would send him over. “Can we talk about this?”

“Depends.” A female agent now said, stepping forward confidently. Her gun was held loosely in her hands, but Jay knew that she wouldn’t miss. “Are you willing to come with us? The Administrator values your participation in the Administration.”

“Participation? You mean how he would throw me in the Chamber and drain my powers? The Administrator doesn’t care about people, all he wants is to expand and take over all of the Merged realm! Surely you see that!” The words escaped before he knew it, and somehow Jay knew that that was normal for him.

“Agent Walker, under Section A4G67, you must remain silent, you cannot speak of the Administrator so freely.”

“No! I quit! You can’t tell me what to do! And neither can the Administrator! This is absolutely ridiculous! Can’t you see that you work in the Realm of Madness? You know what that word means, right? You’re mad, all of you! Absolutely crazy!”

“Says the man who’s standing on the edge of a cliff. Who has lightning powers that he refuses to use to help the Administration.” The woman was calm; a startling contrast to Jay’s own mind and heart.

“I’m not giving my powers to someone who would use it to make weapons. To take over.”

Jay’s breathing was ragged as he sensed the looming fall behind him, and he stepped forward, further onto solid ground, only to be stopped by another raised gun. All of the agents were aiming at him now, and Jay knew what he had to do.

He didn’t know who he was, not really. He didn’t know what he did before the Administration, if he had friends, a family, or even if he was a good person. Yet he knew that he would never stand for something like this. There was no way he would let his lightning be taken to hurt others. That wasn’t a part of who he was. It couldn’t be.

He couldn’t let them take it. And that left only one option.

Without a second thought, Jay backed up and stepped off of the ledge, hoping that there was something safe at the bottom. He could hear the confused voices of the others until the sound was swallowed by the wind rushing around his ears, his hair, his suit, enveloping him into it’s cold embrace. A scream escaped him, short as it was taken away by the air around him. He could feel himself falling, his limbs losing control, his mind muddled with fear. The top of the cliff got smaller and smaller in his gaze, and Jay knew that he was running out of time.

Looking around frantically, he skimmed the cliff walls for anything he could hold onto, a tree, a vine, anything, but there was nothing. If only he had a grappling hook or something to catch him一

Wait. His teleporter. He could make a portal and get out of here!

Reaching for his belt, he grasped the small device in his hand, thankful that he hadn’t lost it when he lost his gun. A part of him wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before, but he was thankful that he did now.

The ground was rushing towards him, and Jay didn’t waste a second turning the transporter on, setting it to any location other than this one, and pressed the button.

A portal swallowed him as he fell, and after that dizzying feeling that always came with teleporting, he landed on dusty ground with a huff. He heard a snap, followed by a burning pain in his arm, and he didn’t even have the breath to cry out. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears, and darkness covered the rest of his vision.

Keep going. Survive. Survive. Survive.

With a rough groan Jay rolled onto his hands and knees, crying out as his left arm buckled under the weight of his body. He looked over at it, but closed his eyes as soon as he saw bone, his stomach swirling at the blood that seemed imprinted at the back of his eyelids. His legs quaked under him, but somehow he managed to get to his feet. Opening his eyes once more, avoiding looking at his arm, he looked around, and saw that he was teleported to a desert, the same one or different he didn’t know. But he knew that the Administration would find him soon; they could track the teleporter; it was their own device after all.

Jay had to keep moving despite his pain, despite his fear. He had to escape. He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t quit.

And, for reasons he still didn’t know, or never would, the words never quit continued with him with every footstep.

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Rontu could always hear the sound of struggle. Like the changing winds, or the turning of the tides, something like voices of fear and suffering always reached her ears. Sometimes it was a whisper, other times it was loud, sometimes she could hear words, other times it was just murmurs, those that sounded terrified.

As often as she could feel those voices, she equally felt them quiet, peace and comfort no doubt pushing their fears away. She knew it was real peace, as the voices quieted gradually, not suddenly, and she found comfort in it. When the voices quieted, she knew that someone had helped them. Someone had saved those who the voices belonged to. She knew that, despite how she had retired from saving the world, that there were other protectors, people who brought safety, hope, inspiration, and peace. And it brought her comfort too.

Even after the Merge, she could hear the voices soften, and as time wore on even less and less voices could be heard. Whoever was saving Ninjago before was back, and was helping people like they always have.

A part of her always wanted to go and help those heroes, to quiet even more of the cries of fear, yet she knew that her time for battle had passed. Egalt would agree with her. They both fought their battle long ago. Now they could rest.

Yet, the voice that entered her ears now was different from the others. It was louder, no words echoing through its frantic tones but survive. It seemed lost, worried, yet determined, but so, so scared. It wasn’t the kind of fear that was present in someone’s mind, it was the fear that was rooted in someone’s heart, in their entire being.

She had never felt something like this before. Rontu knew, in that moment, she couldn’t sit and wait for the heroes to help that voice. She needed to stop the fear however she could. And, the voice was so strong it pulsed through her mind, sending shockwaves through her bones; whoever it was wouldn’t be hard to find.

Was it a good idea? Perhaps not. Yet she had to help. No one should live with so much fear.

She slowly got up from where she was resting against the stones of her home, gaining the attention of Egalt, who lifted his head in response.

“What are you doing, Rontu? Surely you have nowhere to be.”

“I do. There is one out there who needs me.” She replied, watching him with a steady gaze.

“We’ve fought our battle. Now we can rest.” Egalt urged, getting up himself, but Rontu turned away from him, stretching out her wings, preparing to fly a long journey, something that she hadn’t done in years.

“I cannot rest as long as this being is so afraid. I must help. But you can stay here if you so wish, I will not argue.”

Egalt’s eyes took on a hard look, yet he knew as well as she did that Rontu wouldn’t be swayed. “Fine. Go. But don’t expect my help.”

“I will not.”

With a swift beat of her wings, she was in the air, with wind at her back and under her wings, guiding her to the cry of help. The fear still coursed through her, pulsing with every second that passed, strong enough that not even the sun on her scales could distract her. She tried to study the voice as she flew, yet there wasn’t much she could gather other than the fear. What had this being gone through to be so afraid, that the fear was as deeply ingrained in them as their own self?

Rontu didn’t know, but she wanted to find out. She was a protector, and she needed to protect this voice from whatever had come upon it.

The voice led her to a wide desert in between the Realm of Madness and some stray islands from Shintaro, an expanse of nothing but sand and heat. She knew that there were no water sources for miles on end, was that what the voice was scared about?

No. The cry was too full of terror, as if they were afraid of what was behind them as well as ahead.

She looked among the sands with an eagle eye, studying the rolling dunes for any signs of life, anything moving among the sand, and she finally spotted it. The voice. The being. The one who feared.

From her view above, it was a male human, with curly brown hair matted with blood, who dragged himself through the sand, holding his left arm protectively. He stumbled every so often, falling into the sand in the harder moments, forcing himself up slowly. The suit he wore was not a good outfit for the desert he traversed, and was covered in blood, and she knew that he needed her. There was no one else who could help him.

She didn’t waste a second landing onto the sandy hills in front of the boy, ducking her head down to meet his gaze, expecting him to look up at her. He didn’t. His eyes were still trained on the ground, despite how loud her landing must’ve been for him.

“I’m not going with you.” He said, his small voice cracking. His body sagged with exhaustion, and Rontu knew that, if he didn’t get help soon, he would die. Now that she was closer, she could see how injured the boy was. He had two burn injuries, one on his shoulder and one in the middle of his chest, a broken arm, and a bleeding head.

In her experience, only two kinds of people could continue walking with injuries such as these, those great warriors who knew pain, or the ones that had to continue on no matter what.

Something in her told her that this boy was both.

“I’ll not force you to do anything, little one.” Rontu said, her voice echoing across the expanse, and he finally looked up, his sapphire blue eyes widening as he took in her presence.

“I…I thought you were someone else.” He said weakly, swaying where he stood yet still stayed standing. His legs were shaking, and his eyes were full of fear. She hoped that she could get rid of that fear.

“Is someone trying to take you?” She asked, yet the boy did not acknowledge her.

“Are…are you a talking dragon?”

Rontu found herself chuckling, despite the worry that blossomed in her chest. “Yes, I am Rontu, Dragon Master, protector of the realms. What is your name?”

The boy looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed, before his whole body went slack, his eyes closing as he crumpled to the sandy ground. Rontu didn’t waste a second in walking forward to him. As gently as she could, she scooped him up with her wing, letting him gently slide down to her back, where she knew it was the safest for him. His hand grazed the scales where he laid, and with one piercingly clear moment, she sensed something different in him, something that felt like the sky above her and completely opposite to the ground underneath her paws. It felt like the power of lightning, thrumming under his skin like the very blood that kept him alive.

Could this be the Master of Lightning? If he was, what was he doing all the way out here? Who had hurt him? And why did his element feel weaker, like part of it had vanished?

She had very few experiences with elemental masters, yet those she knew had a powerful element within them, one that couldn’t be stopped. Yet this one felt as if it could be snuffed out like a candle, taken out by one strong gust of wind.

The thought saddened her. Not only was the element weak, but the wielder was too, and was likely close to death. Who had done such a thing? Where were they?

Rontu felt something shift within her, rage building in her stomach, a righteous rage that she was familiar with, the rage that sought to bring the wrong to justice and help the innocent keep going. Yet she forced the rage down. She knew that the boy on her back needed help. She didn’t have time to chase down whoever did this. If she did, he would die. It was not a fair trade.

Without a second thought, she beat her wings and lifted herself into the air, careful to keep steady for the boy resting on her back. Going slower than she ever had before, she made her way back to her home. She knew that she and Egalt could be his only chance at survival, not just for his physical body but for the element contained within him. It was her only option.

Like the voice, the boy, always said.

Survive. Survive. Survive.

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