#i mean this is assuming they aren't already married

[gay-otlc]

There's going to be a Tiergan/Prentice wedding in Stellarlune, I just got a call from Shannon.

[alottiegoingon]

hc! married life

lucy maclean x fem!reader

summary: meeting lucy + being married to her

warnings: lucy is a dork, established relationship, its 2296-2300ish, it takes place after fallout finale and things get better after it, nothing but fluff and a married couple doing cute shit, no nsfw but mentions of it, quick cannibalism mentions (uh…), wasteland and life outside the vault brief mentions, reader wasn't born in the vault, not proofread, silly plot

when you first met lucy, you found her in the old antique store. you were talking to the not so nice lady that owned the place when you saw her step inside with an inquisitive gaze, observing a bunch of what it looked like junk to you. it was almost hilarious seeing a young woman wearing that goofy ass blue and yellow jumpsuit.

you were leaning against the wall in the corner, listening to all of her chattering about vault-tec. it sounded like nothing but utterly tedious

"it would be safe to assume that you do business with criminals. not judging you. don’t imagine there’s that many other options up here." blissfully unaware of the death stare coming from that lady, she boldly muttered and it immediately made you step out of the corner you were hiding in to save her

"she doesn't mean that! she's new here, sorry." you jump in, forced to intervene, touching lucy's shoulder and giving them a light squeeze. she furrowed her brows in response with your disapproving glance. “wha- who are you? i was just talking about the equipments!”

pulling her away from the place, you hear the hoarse voice behind you saying "fucking vault dweellers."

it didn't take longer than a day for you two to be friends. sharing stupid stories from her vault, fun facts, and learning about each other's life and family was one of the things that you bonded over

while you two were outside once, walking together by the wrecked lanes of what los angeles used to be, and lucy began to talk about her life in the vault and you were more than impressed and in disbelief of how naive vault dweellers could be

"wait, what do you mean?" your face twists at the second you heard lucy saying that the guy she married was an outsider that was responsible for killing half of her vault. "how can you married someone you've never met?"

"well, you see, when you marry someone from another vault, usually it comes with benefits! we gave them seeds and parts for machinery and they offered us a breeder!" lucy explains it all like the good teacher she is, assertively nodding with shoulders back

you forced yourself to repress a laugh by looking the other way, and she immediately noticed and questioned you incredulously but you knew her too well already to notice that she wasn't mad. "what is it?!"

"you people marry strangers for seeds and to have kids? that sounds... miserable. what if they are awful people or outsiders like that guy?"

"okay, when you say it like that..." she loses her shoulders, brushing her confidence away, gulping and chuckling awkwardly. "but you are an outsider. and you aren't that bad."

"careful there. it makes you sound like you are very found of the outsider here, lucy maclean." you stare back at her and see a tender smirk peeking onto her lips. her body slightly leaning against yours, and a soft gaze that swiftly averted when you caught her. she didn't deny it though, you thought

it took her one kiss to invite you to live with her after your mission was done and you gladly accepted.

the invitation was up even after all the truth about her dad. after all the traumatic experience, on the way to your new home, you never left her alone not even for a second. you were always holding hands, sharing glances, leaning against each other and making her giggle as you were losing the track of how many times you kissed her face

in the vault, after everything was settled, you had all the time in the world to take care of her and learn about each other. you would spend hours running your fingers through her hair, listening to whatever she said and playing with her fingers while holding her hand. you would let her talk about all the memories with her family and carefully laugh along or comfort her when needed

you knew that you couldn't erase her bad memories from what had happened but you could create new ones and you focused on that

it was about time when she proposed to you, stuttering, crying and using a bunch of silly expressions like "holy moly" or "jeepers creepers"??!

don't get me started on the honeymoon. yes, you were living in a giant metal capsule but you could swear that as soon as you left the room after days, you were able to breathe fresh air.

lucy wasn’t exactly the easiest person to appease. especially not after finally seeing through the entire “breed” thing that everyone in the vault worshipped so much and experiencing what actually love could be. turns out that sex isn’t something people do just to have kids and “recolonize” the earth, after all

strongly believe that she would be such a loud and whiny girl when you touch her. even the slightest graze would make her legs tremble and she would go like 🥺

"wanna cook together?" "wanna go gardening?" "wanna watch a movie?" "hi, princess, wanna read something together?" "teach me your repair skills?" and her answer would always be "okey dokey" and a huge smile

your favorite part about gardening was to plant food and use it for dinner as you cooked together. and by that, it meant that you would cook while she was happily seating following you around with a cooking book giving you orders like a princess

in other times, you were proud to distract her on purpose by hugging her waist from behind, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. reasonable to assume that the entire room would smell like smoke as she cried at the sight of you on her knees and between her legs, eating her out

when it came to help around the vault, you were a great teacher along with your wife, making sure that all the facts were correct but in a less traumatizing way in order to not scare all the kids with “yeah, so basically all my family got killed by explosions but, hey, i’m here now!”

after a long day, watching movies was your favorite thing to do. one night, when discussing all the different genres of movies that lucy had never seen, you mentioned a specific one

“you know, my grandma used to tell me about this really weird show from the 2020’s where some creepy teenage girls ate each other after crashing into the wilderness.” and lucy’s face goes pale, looking like 😦

“golly gee… i hate it up there.”

[room-surprise]

How Old Is Thistle?

(EDIT: I've made a follow-up post to this one that goes deeper into the math and additional evidence that the 5:1 ratio is correct. You can read it here!)

I've seen people debating this and a lot of folks insisting that Thistle is a child, and since Thistle just debuted in the anime, I wanted to do a full write-up to help myself and others figure this out.

We don't know how old any of the Merini family members are exactly, so the best we can do is guess based on the information we have, but after carefully studying the manga, I think Thistle is at least a teenager, but much more likely a young adult, and definitely not a prepubescent child.

Here's what we know:

EDIT: Depending on what translation you read of some of the extra materials, Freinag implies that Thistle is the same age as some of his advisors.

Here's a detailed translation of this panel from my friend Fumi:

Elves age 5 times slower than tall-men.

16 year old tall-men in Dungeon Meshi's medieval time period are adults, they commonly join the military, get married, have children, etc.

An 80 year old elf is an adult. Pattadol is 82 and she's a lieutenant in a military unit. It's her first job and she's obviously a rookie, but Captain Flamela tells Pattadol to accomplish her mission or die trying.

Many fully adult elves look like what we might consider children or young teens, because they're short, petite, and have androgynous features.

An average elven adult is around 150-155cm tall (5 ft), meaning some are shorter than that, and some are taller. Thistle is 130 cm, which is short, but not unheard of.

Fleki is 130 (26) years old and she's 140 cm tall (4'7")

Otta is 137 (27) years old and she's 130 cm (4'5") tall, the same height as Thistle!

They are both women, but there's probably plenty of elven men in their height range.

Just so we can compare Thistle to some adult elven men, Mithrun and his brother are probably adults (or close to it) in the panel on the left.

Mithrun (in this image) is somewhere between 75 and 144 (probably in his 80's), and his brother is older than him (so he could be in his late 80s or 90s). As you can see, they don't look that different from Thistle, Otta or Fleki.

So, how old is Thistle?

(Spoilers below the cut)

Thistle was brought to the royal court as a child (found on the street, stolen or purchased, we don't know how they got him). At the absolute youngest I'd guess Thistle is 25 years old here (so about 5 years old for a tall-man.) He can already play the flute, and possibly the lute, and most children that aren't prodigies can't handle playing an instrument (physically or mentally) until they're around 5.

EDIT: We now know that Thistle is the same age as Freinag, the king that takes him in! So Thistle must be at least 25 years old in this comic, though realistically he could be anywhere from 25 to 40 based on how Kui drew Freinag.

He lived in the court for an unknown amount of time, Freinag hasn't changed much but Thistle appears to have aged a little, so let's say it's been 5 years and Thistle is 30 (6) when Delgal is born. More than 5 years could have passed, but I'm trying to keep the numbers low.

Delgal gets married and has a child. Delgal should be at least 15 at this point, but since he has a full mustache before his wedding, I think he's in his 20's, since teenagers tend to not be the best at growing robust facial hair.

(He has a full beard by the time Eodio's a young child.)

Thistle puts the kingdom inside the dungeon around this point, however, people are still aging: Delgal's grandson Yaad is born, and Eodio is clearly a young adult here, probably in his 20's. Therefore, there is NO REASON to assume Thistle stopped aging. "The dungeon lords don't age" is a common fan headcanon I've seen people spreading, but it has no clear canon basis.

Yaad ages until he looks about 13-15 years old, and at this point all of the people of the kingdom and Thistle appear to stop aging, and 1,000 years pass.

So, the youngest Thistle could possibly be, if he was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, if Delgal was 15 when he had Eodio, and Eodio was 15 when he had Yaad, and Yaad is 13 years old...

Is 73 years old, which would make Thistle about 14.6 years old by tall-man standards.

HOWEVER, I think it's VERY unlikely that all the characters are that young.

I think it's clear from Kui's drawings that Delgal and Eodio are not 15 years old when they become fathers, and that Freinag is at least 25 when he takes in Thistle.

If we assume Thistle was 30 when Delgal was born, and Delgal and Eodio were both at least 20 when they had children, even if Yaad is only 13 years old, that makes Thistle at least 83 years old (16.6), and makes him older than Pattadol, who is an adult at 82.

However, I think it's entirely possible that Thistle was anywhere from 40-50 when Delgal was born, and Delgal could have been anywhere from 20 to 30 when he had Eodio, and Eodio could have been anywhere from 20-25 when he had Yaad. If you use the maximum ages, and assume Yaad is 15, then Thistle could be as old as 120 (24).

I think a reasonable middle ground is assuming Thistle was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, Delgal had Eodio at 25, Eodio had Yaad at 20, and Yaad is 15... Which would make Thistle 90 (18) years old.

This of course says nothing about Thistle's emotional maturity or sanity, he's obviously stunted in some ways, but the point I want to make here is:

Thistle's age could be anywhere from 14.6 to 24 at the most extreme, but more realistically he's somewhere between 16.6 and 18.

And that's not even counting the thousand years that he's lived since then!

And that's all I've got to say about that 🙏🙏🙏🙏

(EDIT: Follow-up post with additional evidence here.) EDIT 2: I've seen a lot of people talking about the page Kui drew talking about elven earmuffs. It's considered just barely okay for Pattadol to wear them, but it's ok for Thistle to wear them... In which case I'd say Thistle could be any age younger than 83. That's handy as it knocks out some of the older ages!

So in that case Thistle's age is between 73 years old and 82, which makes him developmentally between 14.6 and 16.4!

[softlyspector]

Could I request another addition to the Significant verse? Maybe the reader gets to meet more Mandos, and Din gets to introduce her to them as his riduur? Anyway, whether you write this or not, you're amazing and I love you ❤️

You meet the covert + Din Djarin x gn!reader

a/n: This is apart of the significant-verse! it can be read on its own, din and reader are married.

"Are you sure this is wise?" You ask.

Your palms are sweating, a nervous itching crawling along the inside of your skin. "I'm not sure-," you continue before the Mandalorian can answer you.

Din cups his hands around your shoulders in the hull of the Crest. "Yes," he says, his voice firm but not unkind. "You are apart of my clan. It means you are apart of the tribe. If anything happened to me, it would be good for you-,"

"Din Djarin, don't you dare-,"

"It would be good for you to know them," he speaks over you. "They would help you anyway, but this is still important. You should know them and where the covet is."

You suck in a long breath and then reach up to touch the edge of the helm, before asking the question you haven't dared voice yet. "Din, will they see me as a part of the tribe?"

He straightens, shoulders hooking back with irritation that mirrors in the way he jerks his head to the side.

"I just mean, I am not a warrior." You shake your head, "What can I mean to a group of people like that?"

Din slides his hands down your arms. "You are stronger than you give yourself credit for, riduur." He steps away from you and lifts Grogu into his floating pod. "You are more Mandalorian than you realize."

You suspect Din would think that no matter what you were. He's only slightly blinded by his love of you and the child.

He starts out of the ship when the ramp lowers, leaving you wondering at his words. You follow and lie your hand against his bicep like you always do with you walk together, the child's pod floating along next to you.

Din nods at you when you join him but you bite your lip. "What if they don't approve of me?"

"They won't approve or disapprove. You are already my riduur."

"But Din, they might not like me. They might think me a bad match. As much as you believe I have the attributes of a Mandalorian I am not one."

He makes a noise of protest, something like a scoff. "There is no rule against marrying outside our people. They will like you. But it's not about like or dislike."

"What's it about then?" You ask as he navigates the streets of Nevarro's city.

"How you fit with the tribe. If you are worthy."

Din doesn't seem to realize that that sentiment is not a comfort to you.

When he doesn't continue, you release his bicep to hug your arms around your middle. "I-,"

"Riduur," he says, capturing your attention. "We are not asking for approval," he repeats. "I already know you are worthy." He holds your gaze for a long minute through the visor before you nod and continue on.

Eventually, you're led to a well hidden stairwell. It's dark, but you assume Din can still see. You can't, and nearly trip, your heart in your mouth, until Din seems to remember you're not outfitted with a helmet and need help.

It makes you feel stupid. You can even navigate the stairs.

Before you met Din, you floated around the galaxy on your own. You never thought you'd have to meet someone's family, let alone a tribe. You always thought you'd be on your own, not apart of something so large.

Luckily the corridor you emerge into is lit, albeit lowly. You keep your hand curled in the crook of Din's elbow as he leads you forward.

Mandalorians line the corridor, nodding at Din and then you as you pass by. You can feel their eyes following you curiously.

You aren't sure where he's leading you, or who you're going to meet. None of them make a noise as you pass.

Eventually you take a turn into a room, where a female Mandalorian stands hammering a bit of what you assume is beskar into shape.

"Din Djarin," she says. "You have returned."

You reach out and lie a hand against the child's floating pod to steady yourself.

All the blood in your body seems to pool down your legs. Nerves form a hard pit in your belly as you struggle to remember to breathe through your anxiety.

You don't know why you're so nervous. Din has promised this won't change anything, that you aren't asking for approval.

But that doesn't make it easy to believe.

She turns from the forge and takes the three of you in.

"Yes," Din replies. He doesn't say anything else for a moment, and you aren't sure if that's your cue to introduce yourself.

You aren't sure if you're meant to speak at all, and you wish that Din would have taken more time to explain to you what was expected of you, or what to expect at all.

Just as your skin begins to prickle uncomfortably, Din speaks again, this time in Mando'a.

"We have married," he says simply, and then introduces you by name. The armorer circles the forge, stepping closer to the three of you.

"Welcome," she says in Basic.

"Ni jorhaa'ir Mando'a," you say, gripping tighter to the edge of Grogu's pod. "Thank you for welcoming me."

She manages to look surprised, and you fight the smile that threatens the edge of you mouth. The Mandalorians, for all their armor, were expressive in their own ways. "Din Djarin has taught you our language?"

"It's all we speak between ourselves," you answer.

She nods at you and then peers down at Grogu. "You are welcome here." She says your name, and then adds, "Of Clan Djarin."

It makes you warm to hear, a low buzz vibrating beneath your skin. "Thank you."

Din puts a hand against you elbow and when you look into the visor, he nods at you. He pulls away from you, waving an arm so the pod floats to his side and with him as he steps out of the room.

The armorer returns to the forge. "You and Din Djarin spoke the marriage vows?"

"Yes," you answer, taking a seat in front of the forge when she returns to it. "Many months ago now."

"He courted you."

She isn't asking, but you answer anyways. "Yes, although I didn't know. I wasn't familiar with the Mandalorian custom. He gifted me a blade."

The armor continues her work, and you wait quietly, your nerves settling.

It's oddly peaceful there, though you still feel spikes of worry about meeting the other Mandalorians.

"Do you intend to walk the ways of Mandalore?"

The question catches you off guard. You've briefly talked about it with Din, who had assured you there was no need, not if you didn't want to.

"It would be dishonorable," he'd said that day. "If it was not done in true belief."

You struggle with it sometimes. But simply taking the oath wouldn't be enough, you would never measure up to people who had believed and trained in something their entire lives. You don't want to cover your face, not really, and you fear you aren't strong enough to ever measure up to what a warrior should be.

But part of you worries too, that you disappoint Din by not walking the way of Mandalore. But he was right, to take the oath in bad faith would be unforgivable.

You don't get the sense he's very concerned about it, or that it bothers him at all.

Still, you worry.

"I'm not sure yet," you answer when the armorer glances up at your silence. "But I intend to honor my husband, and my clan, as he honors us and his creed."

There's another long, considering silence. "And if that meant covering your face and following the creed, would you?"

The answer is simple, if it meant holding onto your little family. "Yes," you answer without hesitation.

Eventually she nods, and then says simply, "This is honorable. Din Djarin waits for you. Your clan is welcome."

You nod and stand, still feeling a bit shaky. "Thank you," you feel the need to say again before you turn and duck out of the room.

Din is waiting for you, his hand capturing yours the second you emerge into the hall, nearly barreling by him in your haste.

Something about the way he stands, the tilt of his head, tells you he heard what you said. "Riduur'ika," he murmurs, his voice so low and gentle the modulator doesn't even pick up on the sound of his voice.

You shake your head at him, "It's nothing. It was decided a long time ago."

Din doesn't look away from you for a long time, and you wonder what he sees when he looks at you. He nods and dips his head to touch the crown of the helm against your brow.

He clasps your hand in his and gestures down the empty corridor when he pulls away. "There are others I want you to meet. The rest of the covert."

"Okay," you pat his gloved fingers and then stroke your hand over the child's ear. Grogu coos, his head tilting up into your hand. "I think I've gained approval."

He nudges you down the hall. "Not approval. You've shown your place is already earned."

[cosmerelists]

Why I DON'T think Dalinar will be homophobic

[Stormlight spoilers if you don't know who in Stormlight is canonically gay! Both in book and per WOB]

Now...it's possible that the many posts I see floating around predicting that Dalinar will be homophobic when Renarin comes out are, like, jokes. In which case, I look the fool to take them seriously and argue the other side. But oh well. Here's why I genuinely do not think Dalinar will be anything but supportive of his gay son.

1. Gay marriage is legal in Alethkar

No, wait, don't get mad! I'm gay married in real life, and trust me, I know that the existence of gay marriage does not mean homophobia is over. But I do think that the point of the scene with Drehy being married to a man was to suggest that gay Alethi men can be openly gay. They aren't expected to hide it and it isn't assumed to be shameful. It must be less common, since Kaladin did his whole "You know how it is to be different, being married to a man" speech, but it's not presented as something shameful or illegal and the other bridgemen react as though Kaladin is the weird one for bringing it up like that.

2. WOB is that Vorinism supports gay marriage

Sanderson has said, "Vorin culture is concerned with oaths. Extra-marital sexuality is strictly forbidden, but homosexuality is regarded the same by most as heterosexual relationships. If the proper oaths are spoken, then the Almighty approves."

So to me, that means that Brandon wants Vorin society to be heteronormative but not homophobic. We can argue about whether he's successful (Kaladin's speech is still weird), but I don't think he'll have his specialist boy Dalinar be homophobic if society at large isn't. If anything, Dalinar is gonna say something like "Well okay but no mateform before marriage, right?"

3. Dalinar reads now

Also, Dalinar is honestly doing a lot to break down some of the heteronormative barriers himself. He reads and writes now, something so out of the ordinary that there didn't even exist a first-person male "I" form--Navani has to lowkey invent one for him. So Dalinar is pretty okay with nonstandard expressions of masculinity.

4. Dalinar lets Rlain carry a spear

I bring this up on the assumption that Renarin's first boyfriend will be Rlain--in which case, there is the disturbing possibility that Dalinar would oppose the relationship not because he's homophobic of course but just because it's a human-singer relationship. Which would be hard to pull off, I feel, without it feeling like metaphorical homophobia. But the good news is, I think Dalinar is meant to also to be growing steadily more accepting of singers. I mean, even way back when, he allowed it when Kaladin asked that Rlain be allowed to carry a spear.

5. Dalinar joins the scholars so that Renarin will feel more comfortable

But to me, the number one piece of evidence that Dalinar will support his son is that he's already doing that. When Renarin wanted to hang out with the scholars in Urithiru, an act that could be seen as unmanly, Dalinar came to the scholar meeting too, just to demonstrate that it was perfectly manly and also something that Dalinar himself supported. Therefore, if Renarin does announce his relationship with Rlain and seems to be getting any grief at all, I feel like Dalinar's only response would be to ask Navani later, late at night... "Navani...should I get a boyfriend too?"

Because that's what a supportive dad does.

[crepes-suzette-373]

”Is that a proposal” VS "non-mutual love": Weddings, weddings all around

At the risk of dredging a topic that's been beaten to death... I know all the SanNami fans already talk about WCI a lot, but hopefully what I'm saying is new or informative and exciting.

Even after declaring that he wants to come back and Luffy takes him back with open arms, Sanji still looks absolutely miserable and depressed. However, the moment Nami tells him she's taking him back, he pretty much immediately turns back to normal. Flying hearts and all.

Even Luffy seem to notice and goes "Oh great, everything is all fine now". (raw note: he just says "I'm somehow relieved now", but it's not overly different)

By the way, specifically, when Sanji asks if that's a proposal... It might seem a bit extreme, like you might wonder why would he assume proposal and not just "confession".

The reason is probably because Nami says "We're taking you back" with kaette kite morau 帰って来て貰う (i.e "receiving you back"). One of the indirect phrases to say "get married" is yome ni morau 嫁に貰う, literally means to "receive a wife" (into the husband's household).

This could just be a momentary gag, but here's a possible hot take for it: It basically subverts the whole Big Mum wedding entirely.

It's less common, but if the wife's family is more powerful, sometimes they would "receive" the husband into their family instead of sending out the daughter to the husband's family. No matter what Judge says or thinks, Big Mum is the stronger party here. Even suppose this wedding wasn't a fraud, for all accounts it's Sanji that's being taken into the Charlotte family.

He's only going along with it because he feared people would die, but if Nami's proposing? It's yes all the way.

Would you look at that, the groom is being taken in by another family already, bye.

And also, the colours:

In Japan, red and white together (kouhaku 紅白) means blessings from the divine, and is used for decoration and gifts in celebrations. Of course, among others, that also includes weddings. Pairs of red and white kouhaku mochi or manju are sometimes served to the wedding guests, and guests often bring gifts tied with red and white string.

Some say it's because the red means life and the white means death, symbolising a whole lifetime.

This all in contrast to the "non mutual love" re:Pudding...

This might be controversial because I dare to say the official translation is wrong, but in chapter 902, when the flowers and trees started singing Soul Pocus, the part about the prince and princess is messed up. This is how it should be:

They're saying "the prince and princess don't share mutual love" and this is all a massive farce. You can see the whole page retranslation by me here, but I repeat, both the fan translation and the official ones are wrong.

This? This is wrong:

I believe the reason why the translator got tripped up is because in the raw, the phrase is written like this: 引かれ会わない\.

引かれ means pulling. 会わない means "not meeting/not connecting". It seems that because of that the translators thought it means "pulling apart".

But the problem here is 引かれ合う is supposed to be a joint phrase that means "mutual attraction". Making it the negative form, 引かれ会わない, makes it mean "not mutual attraction".

And no, this does not include mutual pining where two people are in love but aren't aware of each other's feelings.

The Soul Pocus song was recounting the whole mess that had happened. A sham wedding, pulling death-defying stunts to escape, all hell now breaks loose. The fact that there's a specific mention of "love that is not mutual" seems pretty important.

Not to mention that the narration is overlayed over a picture of Pudding, who is crying heartbrokenly while holding on Sanji's memory clips, while Sanji is comforting Carrot and mourning over Pedro and pretty much already moved on.

By all accounts the presentation looks like it's telling us "Pudding likes Sanji, but he does not return the sentiments at all".

Remember. He was so depressed before, and so worried about Luffy and Nami, and he was basically having to force himself to make the heart eyes even when he was still thinking Pudding was nice. His priorities is always Nami and the other Straw Hats first.

Plus, how can these even compare:

This again relates to one of the comments I previously made about WCI: In multiple moments between Sanji and Pudding that could look sweet, Oda-sensei draws Sanji with stupid faces, and basically "ruins" the scene by it.

[lyxthen]

My Seven Year Gap narumitsu headcanon is that not only did Miles help Phoenix build the MASON, he actually became chief prosecutor with the objective of helping him instaurate the jurist system.

By the time Trials and Tribulations comes around, I feel like the two of them are in a point in their relationship where they aren't too prone to angsting about each other. They trust each other fully. So when Phoenix pushes Miles away, Miles assumes it's for a good reason, even if it still hurts.

He does tell Miles eventually, in that mythical trip to Europe, when he knows for ceirtain Kristoph can't hear him (the guy probably keeps track of his phone calls bank accounts and has his house bugged as all hell because he's insane like that). He still doesn't tell Miles how bad he's struggling emotionally, and how the reason he's drinking so much grape juice is because he struggled with horrible depression alcoholism, particularly early in his disbarment. He just tells him about Kristoph and the Gramarye trial and how he's trying to connect the dots and find the truth and clear his name.

And you know what Edgeworth does? He tells him, "So, basically, you want to fundamentally change the way the Japanifornian justice system works. Wright, you are fucking insane. And I must be insane too because of course by god I'm going to help you." After all, foreign justice systems are his expertise. He's been studying this shit for years, and he finally gets a chance to put that knowledge to use.

It's hard for them to get any work done without Kristoph suspecting them, of course, but by some miracle they manage it. Edgeworth applies for a position as chief prosecutor a year or two before the events of Apollo Justice, explicitly because he wants to amass enough political power to implement their silly little project. When the disgraced former defense attorney comes one day with an insane outline of how to reform the entire court system no one dares to reject him, because he's already got chief prosecutor Miles Edgeworth in his pocket.

Smooth. As. Fuck.

They have spent years planning and scheming and it has finally come to this. Their professional relationship is blooming. Their personal relationship... Well, they're not in bad terms by any means but like, come on. These two are extremely emotionally repressed so it's not like they are going to openly declare their undying loyalty to each other and get married or something. But they are perfectly capable of working in harmony with each other, and that's as good as either of them think they're going to get.

I feel like this time line of events makes sense. I don't see Phoenix building MASON alone, let alone implement it. He doesn't have that sort of clout or analytical mind. But Edgeworth does. It's just a testament to how compatible they are that they are able to work together to find the truth™ and change things for the better. Shipping aside, I just think that's really cool.

[flamebringer0]

About Hivewings

My husband was posting WOF headcanons so I will try posting one too. Why are Hivewings so weird? Here is what I think.

“Yes, of course,” Lady Scarab snapped. “Maybe they weren’t called SilkWings back then. ShimmerWings or Flibbertigibbets or something in the old language, I don’t know. But Clearsight married one, and then another one when the first one died, and had an alarming number of dragonets with each one, and then their dragonets and their dragonets’ dragonets kept going, marrying Ye Olde SilkWings or what have you, until there was enough of them to be considered their own tribe. HiveWings. Stupid menacing name, if you ask me. It was only about five hundred years ago that we officially split into two separate tribes, you know. My charming great-great-grandmother was the queen who ordered no more mingling of the bloodlines. She was a nightmare.”

This is where Hivewings allegedly come from, but it doesn't really make any sense to assume this actually happened the way she describes it. Clearsight came to Pantala around the year 3000, and the Hivewings as a separate tribe apparently came into existence around the year 4500. That means there must have been ~1500 years in which the Beetlewings (the actual name of the "ye olde Silkwings") existed as a single breeding population with her genes in it. It hardly seems possible that by the year 4500 there could be one subset of the Beetlewing population that was descended from Clearsight and another that wasn't.

As you trace a subject's family tree back, the number of ancestors doubles in each generation: two parents, four grandparents, eight great grandparents, etc. Eventually you reach a point in time where the subject should apparently have more ancestors than the total number of living people. This discrepancy is explained by individual ancestors occupying more than one position in the subject's pedigree, which is known as pedigree collapse. This has some counterintuitive implications, like the fact that in the real world, every living human of European ancestry is descended from Charlemagne, and also from every other European who lived before the 10th century and has any modern descendants at all.

If we compare the situation with Clearsight to the situation with Charlemagne, most of the variables seem to point to this effect being even more pronounced in her case. Dragons have shorter generation times than humans (Fathom was a father at 11), she lived ~1500 years before the present as opposed to ~1300, and the population of Pantala seems to be much smaller than the population of Europe. So I find it highly unlikely that there are any Pantalans at all who aren't descended from Clearsight.

What seems more reasonable to me is that Clearsight made some small genetic contribution to every Beetlewing living in 4500, and the conception of the Hivewings specifically as her true heirs is just propaganda. What I imagine is that the Beetlewings of 4500 had developed the folk belief that dragons with more black in their scales had a closer connection to Clearsight, who was essentially deified at that point. This belief was completely wrong. Beetlewings had always come in many different colors and patterns, with and without black, and by 4500 essentially nobody was more or less related to Clearsight than anyone else. But if you have the ambition to found a tribe, none of that really matters; what matters is how well you can tell a story. It turned out that the first queen of the Hivewings told the "dragons with black scales are the true heirs of Clearsight" story well enough to split away from the Beetlewings and create a new tribe. It might also be that there was already an established tendency in 4500 for black Beetlewings to breed among themselves to try and conserve their imagined connection to Clearsight, which would only have made it easier to formally split the tribe.

Of course when the Hivewings and the Silkwings first became established as separate tribes, there wouldn't really have been any difference between them, genetically. But over the course of 500 years, Silkwings with black in their scales and Hivewings without would tend to leave the tribes they hatched in and settle down in the other. Over time, this had the effect that the two groups really did become differentiated by the presence or absence of black scales, and by the present it has become very rare for a Silkwing with black scales or a Hivewing without to hatch at all.

The other differences between the two tribes could perhaps be explained by genetic linkage, although i guess it might be a stretch to assume that real world genetics apply to WOF dragons to that degree. Most of what i've said so far, i feel like it follows naturally from things that are actually attested about the setting, but maybe it's silly to say "yeah dragons definitely have chromosomes and their genes are laid out linearly so black scales can be tied to apparently unrelated features like not having antennae". I'm just saying it's possible.

Another weird thing about Hivewings is that they seem to have way too many random powers. In most of the tribes there are only like one or two powers that only some individuals have, and they are rare. Mudwings have a few fireproof dragons, Skywings have a few firescales, Nightwings have a few psychics. But Hivewings have stingers in their tails, poison fangs, boiling acid attacks, and probably other things I don't even know about. And it seems like these features are relatively common in the population, but not universal. Why is the distribution so weird?

What I think is, hatching with random features like this is something that happens in every tribe, it's just usually very rare, and the tribes all react differently. If a Rainwing hatches with a sting in their tail, everyone says "oh, funny, you must have a Sandwing ancestor somewhere", and that's the end of it. If a Skywing hatches with a sting in their tail, their parents probably rip it off so they won't be ordered to kill their dragonet. And if a Hivewing hatches with a sting in their tail, they get black-bagged and sent off to a government breeding facility to try to increase the prevalence of tail stingers in the population.

Like the Hivewings practicing eugenics is more or less canon, right? They force Silkwings to breed at the whims of the queen to acquire more flamesilks, so it's not that hard for me to imagine they do it to their own tribe as well. Honestly when I was first reading arc 3 I felt like this one must be canon, because the strangeness of the Hivewings having so many more powers than every other tribe felt really significant to me. Nothing about it ever came up, and I'm left to assume that the canon explanation is really meant to be "no, they're just like that for some reason". But I think this makes sense and is in line with the nasty authoritarian nature of Hivewing society.

[ivoryghostyy]

「 image isn't mine. sourced from pinterest. 」

「 this was supposed to be a re-vamp of "love bite" but, well, i guess i got a bit too carried away. this one's pretty long, so have fun! 」

「 tw: possessive behaviour, swearing, non-consensual biting, mentions of blood, mentions/implications of violence — read with caution. 」

"don't touch that!"

crash!

"oops. :("

"oops? that's all you have to say- don't give me that look."

":("

"fuck you."

"ohhh, i like the sound of that-"

you groan in frustration, rubbing your throbbing temple. pieces of a broken flower pot lie carelessly on the tiled floor—a flower pot that was meant to house your newly grown Daffodils if someone could keep his hands to himself.

he frowns at your distress, snaking an arm over your shoulders to pull you in. his free hand rests snugly on the small of your back. right where it belongs.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart. i'll get you a new one, okay?"

you shake your head, making your way through the array of potted plants within your shop. once your hand grasps the familiar wooden handle of your broom, you reply.

"no. it's alright. i can just order another one; it wasn't that expensive, anyway."

he hums, looking through his phone. at this point, you know he hadn't listened to a single word you said. he's been your closest friend for years. by now, he's probably-

"i got you a new set. they'll arrive in a few days. is that alright, honey?"

-already ordered another one. actually, he ordered more. you don't even need that many pots right now! you can feel another headache settling in.

"okay, whatever. what are you doing here, anyway?"

you sweep up the sad pieces of the flower pot, sending your Daffodils an apologetic look. 'i'm so sorry, my babies. i'll get you a new home soon, i promise.'

he watches the exchange, eyes squinting. you're no stranger to the look. you've seen it more times than you could count on two hands.

or, well, you assume that was the case. you're not really counting-

while you're cleaning his mess, the man in question leans idly on the counter.

'how strange,' he muses. he's seen the way you coddled your.. shrubs. for the last time, they're not shrubs!

maybe you were unknowingly born with the ability to talk to plants? or you simply have some form of connection with your babies, as you liked to call them.

or perhaps you've simply lost your mind ages ago, so you've convinced yourself that the shrubs- they aren't shrubs!!

-sorry, the not-shrubs could communicate.

wait, did you talk in his head?

you ignore his sudden confusion, opting to mourn over the loss of a perfectly good pot. fly high. you will be missed. after dumping the broken pot, you turn back to the insufferable man.

"you didn't really answer my question."

"what? am i not allowed to visit my favorite florist?"

"mind you, i am the only florist you know. besides, you're too busy to pay any unnecessary visits."

he laughs, muscles flexing as he pushes off the counter.

"alright, you got me. so you remember when i told you that i've found her?."

her? oh! he means his, uh, what did he call it? ah, right. his destined pair. pfft, that sounds cheesy as hell. why can't he be normal and say he fell in love?

"yeah? are you going to man up and tell her? you've been dancing around it for years; you haven't even introduced me yet!"

with a snort, he crosses his arms.

"well, sorry. i don't really find the need to introduce you."

eh? you take personal offense to that!

with a dramatic gasp, you clench the fabric of your top, right where your heart is.

"i've been your best friend for this long, dealing with your stupid ass for years, but you won't tell me who the love of your life is? i see how it is."

he smiles, "i.. don't think we'll still be friends after i tell you.."

what?

"don't tell me, is it my sworn enemy!? i can't believe you would settle for that-"

he denies it immediately, face scrunching in disgust.

"absolutely not. i would sooner choose to marry a horse."

you crack up at that, clutching your stomach as you laugh.

his eyes soften with a small grin. sometimes, he wonders what he'd done to deserve you.

you, with eyes that light up every time you see him. with that smile stretching your lips into a carefree curve; delighted and so full of life. you fill his heart with an immeasurable amount of love. if only you know what you do to him.

everything about you is so perfect. you're mesmerizing. you're his everything.

but he's not the only one.

just thinking of all the eyes who've dared to look at you..

his smile falls.

if only he could gauge their eyes out; or better yet, he could keep you all to himself. he'd mark you as his own, give you everything you could ever want or need. it isn't hard for him to do as he pleased.

but at what cost? you wouldn't be happy. you would hate him. but worst of all, he would hurt you.

and he couldn't hurt you. never.

and yet, as he watched a customer—another man—flirt with you, he couldn't help but rethink his choices. would it be better for him to take you, after all?

his eyes darken.

you're stuck.

after you had closed the shop, you were forced down.

he held your trembling wrists, firmly pressing them against the counter. 'his hands are cold,' you noted, breath hitching as he stared you down.

"look, i know i said 'fuck you' earlier, but i didn't mean for you to actually do so-"

"shut up."

you did.

he was mad, you could tell. frustrated, even.

why? did you do something wrong? were you being too mean earlier? did he find the secret stash of snacks you've been hiding from him-

you squeak when he hauls you up by the waist, fully lying you against the wide counter instead of the previous awkward position.

"w-wait, seriously, we can talk about this-"

you're cut off when he grips your chin, roughly forcing your eyes to meet his own.

"you know i don't like it when you avoid my eyes."

he's only an inch away from your face; his stare holds an intense wave of emotions. they swirl within his eyes, almost unreadable to you—but one stands out.

you lean your forehead against his, facing him head on. you don't avoid his eyes. you're not scared of looking directly at him, even in this situation. that might be another one of the reasons why he's fallen so hard.

"why're you hurting?"

his eyes crinkle as he grins. such a sweet human. no matter the circumstance, you never lose your heart. do you not find him threatening? he stares at the guilty little twinkle in your eyes. how can one be so cute.

you're not making this any easier for him, are you? he can barely control himself as is.

your eyes catch a glint, honing onto his sharp fangs.

what-

"ah, the cat's out of the bag."

his voice sends shivers down your spine, and unconsciously, you move back.

he doesn't allow it, however, as he guides you closer. his fingers draw up your leg, leaving a trail of heat despite the contrasting temperature of his hand.

he stops at your thigh, pulling it up to his hip.

he's so fucking close.

"i can feel you shaking, sweetheart. are you scared?"

you shake your head, but he's already caught the traces of fear that linger on your features.

"lying is a sin, love. weren't you the one who taught me that?"

the next moment is a blur.

he leans down, fangs poking the skin of your neck. dread settles into the pit of your stomach. the fear comes after; and then the panic sets in.

but it's already too late.

you whimper, biting your lip to distract you from the pure, unadulterated pain. your trembling hands find their way to the back of his shirt, tightly clutching the fabric.

you don't even realize that you're crying until he rubs your cheek, and you feel the tears sliding against your skin.

his fangs sink deeper, and the agonizing pain melts away, replaced with a growing heat in your abdomen. you stifle a moan, the metallic taste of your blood lingering on your bitten lip.

he keeps you against the counter, a hand tracing circles on your waist. suddenly, you're not scared anymore. your heart beats erratically, but you find nothing out of place. in fact, everything feels right.

a headache surfaces, and you groan into his shoulder as he pulls away. a drop of blood trails down your neck, but he licks it off. you shiver, feeling hyperaware of every movement.

he smiles at your dazed state. he rubs your head, pulling you closer when you bury yourself in his chest, nuzzling into his embrace.

his eyes trail down to the mark on your neck, and he grins with pride; kissing your temple.

you'll probably be mad when you're not dazed anymore..

no matter, he'll make it up to you later. right now, he can't wait to take you home.

[thesilliestangel4ever]

Are requests open? If they are then can there be jamil x male reader bromance? Like they are most definitely in love but they're both in denial. They act like they're already married but they swear that they're just friends. Thankyou.

" Nothing more than friends. " Everyone around you thinks you and Jamil are dating, yet you keep convincing them you aren't and avoiding your true feelings.

Includes: Jamil Viper

Warnings: Male reader,

|| Fem aligned dni

Jamil Viper ♡

You and Jamil are likely in the same class, and probably come from a similar background. (Similar in a way that you probably live in somebody's shadow, I'd assume)

I think that you'd meet him through a group project, or maybe even if you were to join the basketball club. It doesn't really matter, because as soon as you two started interacting you were like two peas in a pod.

Jamil likes to cook with you, and of you're no good at cooking then theres no need to fret! He'll teach you!

You guys like to do household chores together-- saying that it helps 'pass the time', when really you just enjoy each others presence. This makes people question your guys' relationship.

You're both in the basketball club together, and a lot of the time he asks you to practice one-on-one. (I don't know anything about basketball)

As your relationship grows, the more confusing it gets. People don't understand how you're not married yet-- because you act like you are! Especially when you both bring food you made specifically for the other, and saying that "I want you to taste test it, I trust your judgement," or whatever.

You've also started to spoon-feed each other sometimes. It's very cute, but everytime you do it someone always says; "Awww, you two are so cute together!" To which you'd both frantically respond with a "We're just friends!" But why does it sting each time you say that..?

But something feels different to you, because everytime you see him you feel all fuzzy and warm inside, and you just want to be around him all the time. You feel rather somber when he's not around, too.

You've also noticed that he's been acting rather strange lately, too. Everytime you look at him, he quickly averts your eyes- as if he'd been staring at you. You'd also see a bit of red dusted on his cheek, but maybe you were just seeing things? I mean, you were just friends. But do friends look at each other the way Jamil looks at you?

You and Jamil are working on something in the kitchen. He had asked you to help him, since Kalim wanted to throw a banquet again. Of course, you agreed, you couldn't allow your best friend to suffer.

As Jamil worked, you looked at him. '...would he like me?' before realizing that the water is boiling over. Thankfully, he didn't notice you staring at him. But you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about what it would be like to date him. You nearly smack yourself in the head for thinking such things. Not only are you best friends, but you're also both guys! I mean, what if he's straight? Of course there's no way of knowing unless you ask.

But for now, you'll bask in the platonic friendship you have, but maybe- someday, someday soon, you'll be something more than a friend to Jamil. You can only wonder when that day will come, where he'll be yours.

So sorry! This is messy and a tiny bit rushed! But I love this concept!

Read my rules before requesting, please .

[dictee]

I don’t get why people argue it’s problematic to assign gender roles to a same sex couple like isn’t the show engaging with loads of problematic issues?? For better or worse it’s what the show is about. Marrying a powerful wealthy man who promises you everything your hearts desires in order to escape your dissatisfaction only to find he’s a controlling monster. I mean how else are we meant to watch this show without the gender lens! It’s impossible to engage with this show w/o it.

yes! well i understand the idea in principle which is like. generally the attempt to assign gender roles to a same sex couple comes from straight people trying to comprehend a break in the myth of universal heterosexuality in which they are invested. So in that sense yes that's a reductive and inaccurate framework to coerce people into. But that's not what's going on here! the depiction of something and the discussion of it is not the endorsement of it and to treat it as such--to write a world where race class and gender have no bearings on people's existence or behavior--is actively harmful. Like this anon that got sent to a different blog

first of all i dont think either of them are gender nonconforming in terms of presentation LOL (Edit: except for louis in dubai) second of all i don't think anyone talking about for example louis reading edward carpenter in the wake of severe domestic assault is being like i love gender roles and domestic assault lmfao. and thirdly it's not "swapping out" it's what's depicted in the show. but to explain myself in depth anyways 💀:

i think this is emblematic of how totally the project of "representation" has neutralized queer politics. & this is why i think movies that came out under the hays code often have more interesting and nuanced gay characters than movies that came out for decades after. because after it was legal to depict gay people on screen well there's still the amount of homophobic jokes but like putting that aside. "positive" representation is about marketing. it is a reactionary politics that centers on reifying social categories as intrinsic to people's selves and making us think that celebrating those categories is liberation when really it's about creating another market. the rare "respectable" depictions of gay people emphasized assimilation into society ("we're just like you!") and demanded morally upstanding, universalized characters which are fundamentally uninteresting. the earlier hays code depictions (like the children's hour or rope) aren't about representation because they legally couldn't be. instead if they include queer material it is because there is a genuine thematic interest. so often this is very homophobic but also often it involves a real criticism of normative structures.

what i really appreciate about iwtv is that the writers are obviously not interested in presenting a generalized "correct" (and marketable) representation of what gay people are like. because that doesn't exist--the idea that it exists is a trap. and because they have moved beyond what would have been a concern ten years ago, which is the relationship genuinely being interpreted as a message about the evils of homosexuality, and towards an actual thematic engagement. they're interested in telling a complex and engaging story! in the same way, Louis isn't Black so they can say oh we have a Black character who behaves Correctly and proves the racists wrong. the humanity--not the moral perfection--of the characters is already assumed, and therefore not the point. instead we have a story that is concerned with grappling with immortality, trauma, forgiveness--with the core "lie" of vampirism being that it means freedom from the past and the society that made and hurt you. we can understand Louis's deep rooted desire for assimilation and we can see as it plays out how the very premise of the bourgeois nuclear family both conceals and relies on a problematic configuration of power.

there is a real wave of (mostly white) bioessentialist "to be a woman is to be oppressed therefore women are good and men are bad" type rhetoric which serves no one's liberation. and thats emphatically not what i'm trying to get at. i'm not defining womanhood by suffering and i'm not saying louis Is a woman. but i also think it's equally reductive to say the characters are Essentially Gay Men and establish "gay man" as a category somehow discrete and uninfluenced by the heteropatriarchal world. it is reductive to say that gender is absolutely discrete and uninfluenced by social context and the roles we are forced to play. like that too ends up with an essentializing understanding of gender. it's not that abuse in general is feminizing, it's that the abuse in the show is explicitly gendered even as it's in a family with a same sex couple. because the nuclear family is fundamentally a mechanism for the perpetuation of patriarchal abuse. and the show, at least in this season, is explicitly concerned with domesticity and with the inescapability of social roles. And it's criticizing those things. To be clear.

[mx-myth]

Okay hear me out red string of fate mlc au (rough timeline) (you only see your string(s) and who they connect to but no one else's)

(This is long as fuck actually)

Li Xiangyi who grows up in the streets with two strings. One is red and sometimes he thinks about following it to see where it leads but he never does. He meets shan gudao and eventually gets picked up by his shifu (I forgot what he calls him in the show, so) and at some point learns that the grey string tied in a bow on his opposite hand means his other zhiji hasn't been born yet.

(Lxy doesn't think anything about this until one march morning years later the string bursts into colour and unravels forward when he's training (you can fight me on this but fdb is ABSOLUTELY a spring baby born in the morning. Something about the coming of new life and the dawn of a new day and how that's what he symbolises). Because of the mostly-romantic connotations of strings he's guilt-ridden over his zhiji being a decade (or thereabouts? I don't remember the actual age gap in the show) younger than him before he forcibly puts it out of his mind)

Fast-forward to when he meets qiao wanmian. They become close friends and basically everyone thinks they're fated. But a-mian sits him down to quietly tell him that she has no string, none at all, that they really aren't fated and never will be. And lxy, who, in the nights he lies awake, still is guilty about being ten years older than his youngest zhiji (he doesn't know whether his other one is older or younger than him, the string was already red by the time he was old enough to retain memories), lies and says he doesn't have a string either. But he wants to court her because he loves her. That part, at least, is true: li xiangyi loves qiao wanmian.

And then he starts the sigu sect and eventually meets di feisheng. Their first meeting is only in passing but they lock eyes and lxy sees not only the moment when it registers that they're zhiji but also the moment when dfs sees that he's walking arm in arm with a-mian. They both walk away none the wiser to each other's identities.

It's only when they meet for the first time as di-mengzhu, leader of the jinyuan alliance, and as li xiangyi, the number one swordsman in the jianghu, and cross swords does lxy truly realise what this means. Their string spools out between their bodies, fluttering away between their swords, as he realises that he and this zhiji of his are on opposite sides. That their string is the only thing that connects them across their unfathomable chasm.

(It isn't. Lxy doesn't know it but dfs admires his swordsmanship. Dfs thinks they have a lot in common via neili and fighting techniques and their devotion to their crafts but he thinks that lxy knows this. He doesn't say anything about it because he assumes that lxy knows this and also because it's common knowledge he and qiao wanmian are going to get married. So lxy never knows)

Afterwards lxy becomes consumed with red strings of fate. He obsessively starts searching for stories where the zhiji turn out to be enemies. He finds almost nothing (most of what he finds is enemies to friends, or worse, enemies to (friends to) lovers, and all of it he throws out in disgust) and in his frenzy he begins neglecting his relationship with a-mian.

The ultimate betrayal comes when lxy learns that dfs killed shan gudao. A-Mian just recently broke up with him and that combined with his zhiji killing his shixiong is what does it. It spells the beginning of the spiral of li xiangyi.

Switch to di feisheng. He'd thought they had an understanding and sigu sect and the jinyuan alliance were approaching peace talks but suddenly lxy is killing his members left and right. He has no idea what this is about until jiao liqiao congratulations him on killing shan gudao. He grunts in confusion but everyone talks it to mean he did it. So dfs just had to roll with it.

There's nothing he can do about it. Dfs sends people to investigate sgd's death and trains. There is a real and oncoming war soon and so he issues a challenge to duel lxy on the eastern sea.

(The war comes anyway)

(Di Feisheng loses something on that ship anyway)

He spends the next ten years while he's in seclusion recovering thinking about it. About lxy, the bright, brilliant zhiji who was never his. About the fact that he killed his own zhiji. About the moment when, as he sank into the water, he'd closed his eyes and thought that following his zhiji to the underworld wouldn't be so bad.

Execpt that li xiangyi isn't dead. His string isn't white, is still as red as the robes he wore, and it still leads somewhere he doesn't know. Dfs takes a sort of pride in this. Of course lxy wouldn't die in their duel. Of course he's strong enough to come out of it alive.

He doesn't really think about his xiao-zhiji at all, except when he touches that string and wonders if lxy is also connected to this person. He wants to meet them someday to test their skills, to take them to meet lxy. In seclusion dfs makes that deal with himself - he'll make his zhiji meet, and then he'll leave them with each other, because for all he knows, li xiangyi still hates him.

(I picture it going dfs > lxy/llh > fdb age-wise, with dfs only being a some months older than lxy/llh. But neither of them know that because of their childhood circumstances)

He leaves seclusion with this goal in mind.

And then he figures out - as a six-year-old, no less - that his zhiji have already met each other. That they've been traveling in tandem for months and have been solving cases. That li xiangyi is for some reason li lianhua (he knows why. The first thing jiao liqiao had said to him was congratulations on killing li xiangyi). That this stupid naïve little puppy named fang duobing is his xiao-zhiji.

Llh treats fdb kindly. He's mischievous and he teases fdb about inconsequential little things and dfs burns, because he still remembers lxy vividly wanting to kill him. He burns because this is side of him he's never seen and he burns because his xiao-zhiji is already used to this and he burns because he wants that too.

Whether he forgets that after he writes li lianhua's name on his hand doesn't matter then.

Switch to fang duobing. He's really fucking annoyed by the fact that no one is telling him anything. He's been traveling with llh for months, but despite the fact that they both know they're zhiji he won't talk about it. He won't even answer any questions about that kid.

Fdb isn't an idiot. His strings have been red ever since the day he was born. No way is some kid not even half his height his zhiji. The math doesn't work out.

(This is terrible, llh thinks. Of course he knows dfs has been alive because his string never turned white. Of course he recognized that little face as dfs' before he even saw the string connecting them. Of course he realised what was up as soon as fdb started pestering him about that kid and whether or not he has another string. Of course he knows dfs must've clocked it too.)

Fdb is severely skeptical when the Iron Head Slave or whatever llh claimed he was shows up and llh tells him they're old friends. But he's delighted to meet his other zhiji formally - right up until the point when they have their first chopstick battle over the food. At that point he becomes exasperated, and then he becomes ready to throw down once they begin arguing over who gets the guest bed.

(Fdb believes in respecting your elders but dfs is showing him absolutely no respect so guess what? He can sleep on the floor. Not even his handsome looks will help him win the fight)

(They end up squished together on the bed, both of them fuming because llh told then to just share)

(He and dfs never talk about their string, but they both observe enough to be able to tell that they're both connected to llh. They don't talk about this either, but sometimes llh will do something especially stupid or crazy or clever and they'll Look At Each Other)

(And then they can't about it, because A-Fei is learning from scratch)

But then he learns that A-Fei (who used to correct him when he playfully called llh da-ge, saying that he was er-ge and that fdb should be calling him da-ge, and fdb had gotten so tired of him and llh fighting with their eyes that he just straight-up called him gege with his most shit-eatting grin, to which dfs stared at him before dragging him outside to beat his ass) (who, after he lost his memories, would sleep in the bed with him with their backs against each other, and fdb loved feeling like his zhiji thought he could watch his back, and even if A-Fei was a stupid early riser and his half of the bed was always cold when he woke up it meant that he could always smell breakfast cooking downstairs) (who, after all, fdb felt like he was finally understanding) is actually di feisheng, villain of the jianghu, he feels like everything they'd had together was built on lies. He asks llh if he knew, if he knew that his (their, their zhiji, but llh still won't talk about it) zhiji was dfs, and then he has to go on with the knowledge that he was the only one kept in the dark.

And then when he learns that li lianhua was li xiangyi all along it really dawns on him then. His zhiji have known each other for years (and everyone thought they had killed each other on the eastern sea, and something about that is so wrong that fdb can't even think about it) and never told him the truth. They said that they were friends (llh said that) and that they knew each other for years (llh said that) and everything he knows about them is based on lies of omission and half-truths (that llh told him). He's torn and he's hurt and he's angry, angry at himself and everyone else.

(If he had known though, would things have stayed the same? Would he have laughed the same way if he knew the man he was wrestling in the dirt with was dfs, would he have still made the same suggestions on how to improve in cooking if he knew the man making the food was li xiangyi?)

(it isn't until li lianhua/li xiangyi are gone, though, that he realises that dfs was used by llh in the same way that he was)

Except that when li lianhua dies, there's two people who have to look at a red string that's supposed to be white.

(Switch to li lianhua. He crawls back from the underworld but what does he have left? The strings on his fingers are red, red like happiness, and aren't those two better off without him anyway? He's finally burned all the bridges of all of his relationships. It's time that he start over again.)

(Except that he stumbles upon the Lotus Tower anyway. He stumbles upon Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing and even as he asks them why they still even want him, he's crying, reaching for them, and there's tears on all their faces.)

[eldritch-spouse]

How would the clergy men react if we called them "husband" while on the phone, like "hey mom, what am I doing? Oh I'm just with my husband in the kitchen. Yeah we're making dinner." And Morrel turning like "scuse me when!?"

Assuming you somehow have managed to keep a vaguely normal dynamic going on.

Morell probably burns his hand. Or cuts himself. He's lying there with a half amputated finger, probably causing you to panic and shriek, just staring straight while he bleeds. Holy shit, he has to call his folk. He's getting MARRIED.

Gallon freezes, like actually becomes solid for a second there. Then his tendrils become way too slick and the glass he held shatters on the floor. You uh- Are you- Are you going to propose? Is this a hint for him to propose?

Patches catches his head before it can fall into the pan he was handling. He's very quiet for the rest of the day. But, at some point, the dullahan approaches you awkwardly and asks you if you truly meant it.

Vinnel erupts into mad cackling. Hysterical laughter really. The knife he held is embedded in the cutting board and he storms outside to have a nice, long scream. He doesn't even know how he's feeling, but it's definitely positive.

Nebul does the smallest visible sign of a recoil, staring intensely at you. Did you mean it? Was that a slip? Huh. He stares at you wordlessly for however long it takes you to realize what you said, waiting for an explanation.

Fank-e tries to immediately ask you if you meant it, if you'd go that far for him, but his voice breaks into static. In fact, for a couple of minutes, he's too hyper to speak coherently, vibrating on a corner of the kitchen as he giggles to himself and taps at his visor.

Santi spits his drink, choking in the most unflattering way. He swears he can feel his heart stop for a moment. Although the incubus tries to play it cool and be suave about it, there's a level of such genuine vulnerability in his eye that startles you.

Grimbly covers his face. He leaves the room for a long moment to go make weird faces and scream into a pillow. He comes back as if nothing happened and spends his days in bated breath, waiting for you to ask for his hand in marriage.

Sybastian's head pops open so he can give you a wide-eyed stare. Marriage?? Husband?? Aren't you mates already? He doesn't know how to do marriage things, holy shit. When is it happening? Did he get amnesia? HUH? He's more anxious than anything.

Belo squawks and drops the hot tray he was carrying. There are tears in his eyes, he looks moments away from bawling. You can't! He's only your servant! He's not worthy of such an honor, it's scandalous. Deep down he wants that union so bad, he'd die for it.

[ghost-b0i]

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, dom kink pet names(whore,puppy, sub, gorgeous, preety etc..), praise kink

Pairing: dom!Izuku × afab!reader

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Izuku smirked seeing your face, a towel wrapped loosely on his waist, drops of water still running down his skin and muscles.

"You good?" He asked.

"Y-y-yea! Totally! 'm just happy to see you home that early" you stuttered.

You were married to this man for about 5 years now and you have dated him for a long time before getting married, how can he still make you that nervous that easily, and to think it was the other way around when you first started dating.

"Oh yeah!" Izuku said remembering "I have a gift for you!" He walked to his backpack that was thrown on the floor and pulled out a black box

"Is that a book" you saked, assuming by the shape of it

"Open it" he said and handed to you the black box that looked and felt like it was made of leather.

"Is that real leather?" You asked looking down at the box in your hand and up at him. Izuku shook his head no, a small smile frowned on his lips

"I don't support it, it's all fake leather"

Inside the box you found a black collar with a heart shaped lock, on the back of the collar there was even a hanger for a leash. You could feel your cheeks warming and the blush slowly covering your face.

"You serious?" You asked still trying to process the gift

"I mean.." he started, his voice getting deeper, his mouth right next to your ear "you are MY little sub aren't ya? All mine right? You said so yourself didn't you? Moaning and screaming my name every night like the fucking whore you are for me" his hand moved from resting on his hip to your side, slightly sliding under your tank top, thumb rubbing against your skin "do I need to remind you who you belong to, pretty?"

Your eyes were locked on the box in your hands, setting it on your lap and taking the collar out and setting it on your neck and handing Izuku the lock

"Aren't you gonna lock it?" His eyes widen in surprise that quickly turned into arousing, locking it and putting the key on the nightstand, "Such a good little puppy" he said, his hand reaching down to your thigh, a devilish giggle escape his lips "now you shall get your reward" His lips crushed onto yours, hands sliding into his soft curls while his hand slide between the plush of your thighs. Izuku's fingers rubbed circles against your sex, and you could feel your arousing on your boxers as Izuku's lips made they're way to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin, leaving bruises behind him, frustrated groans escaped his lips when he reached your collar.

Before you knew it, you were pinned down to the bed, your wrists held togethe above your head by his sacred hand as the other moved across the side of your body,

"Fuck I want you so fucking bad right now" he groaned before letting your wrists go and stripping you from your tank top and wasting no time to suck and bite at your nubs, leaving marks all over your chest and collar bones before planting kisses down your stomach.

"Fuck it, your boxers get in the way" he groaned between your thighs before ripping them apart and throwing the pieces onto the floor.

His tongue dragging against your thighs to your sex, and drawing circles on you clit

"Fucking mine, get it?" The vibration of his voice made shivers run up your back "Fucking mine and no one else's"

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"Zukuuu pleaseeee" you whined "let me cum alreadyyyyy" you said, trying to push his head closer to your sex,

"You already know what to say, gorgeous" he chuckled and kissed the plush of your thigh.

You whined before moving your fingers to your sex and rubbing circles against your clit.

You hips moving on they're own and fucking the air as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Fucking yours" you screamed between moans "fuckkk- Zukuuu- fucking yours"

Izuku smirked before pushing your wrist to your side and sucking on your fingers. His tounge licking the arousing from between your folds as your grip on his hair got tighter. Two thick fingers fucked your sweet cunt, rubbing against your G-spot every time they went in and out as his tounge drew circles on your clit.

It didn't take you long to squirt, your legs shaking from the shock of pleasure on your body as you screamed his name.

Izuku took his fingers out of you and licked the cum and squirt off them.

"Such a good little whore for me" Izuku said with a smirk on his face "makes me wanna take your ability to walk tomorrow"

His saying made your blood rush to your face, your brain was already half mush from this man "p-please" you begged, your voice quite"

"What was that?" Izuku teased "use your voice, preety"

You said nothing, just sat up and cupped both his cheeks before kissing him, your hand make they're way to his soft curls as his hugged your waist before you broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips

"Fuck me" you started "fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk the next day"

Izuku laid you on your back, you can feel the towel on his waist and his hard member press it at your entrance

His lips crushed against yours, tounge playing with your own and his hand reaching down to take the towel off before pushing his whole member into you.

Your head press against the mattress behind you as your back arches, neck exposed for his mouth to bruise it once again.

Your hands sneaking behind his neck to play with his hair as his held at the back of your thigh and moving them up, bending you to his will.

Knees pressed to your chest as he thrusts become more aggressive and fast, your entrance burning.

Izuku's moans and groans become louder before his head thrown back as he painted your insides white, fucking your sweet pussy through his orgasm; warm tears run down your cheeks from the burning of your cunt and the pleasure as you reached your own high, your pussy squeezing his member. Izuku's hand slips between your thigh and belly, thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you felt your orgasm hitting, screaming his name between moans.

Izuku chuckled as you tried to catch your breath, chest rising up and down

"Such a good little sub for me" he praised "taking all of me like the whore you are, think you can go another round?"

[yanderes-galore]

May I please have yandere vilkas with a darling who's the harbinger of the companions? Romantic concept if possible please *leaves Holliday cookies for you* have a great day ^^

It seems I did this request at a good time! I will accept those cookies, thank you~ Here's your Vilkas!

Yandere! Vilkas with Harbinger! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Scenting, Werewolf behavior/Mate mention, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence/Murder mentioned once, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Vilkas has been known as a hothead and often doesn't trust newcomers.

However he holds you in high regard, especially when you manage to cure Kodlak.

Vilkas has also been shown to despise his beast blood and often refrains from wolf transformation.

While he may seem to not trust people often, no doubt due to childhood, he accepts you as the new Harbinger.

By the time you do become Harbinger his obsession has already settled in.

This is because Vilkas has already fought alongside you.

He has seen your prowess and while he hates being a wolf himself... he can see you use your transformation well.

Being the Harbinger of The Companions no doubt means you've been given beast blood, making you a wolf.

As a result I assume werewolves in Skyrim exhibit possessive behaviors, especially towards those they like.

Vilkas may fight transformation, but he finds himself attracted to your smell as a wolf.

You also rank higher than him now.

Vilkas respects you as Harbinger, even more so when he comes to terms with the fact he has romantic attraction to you.

Vilkas has already promised to be your shield-brother until death takes him or you.

Yet now he feels he wants to be more than that.

Even as your follower he still has such thoughts.

It makes him disappointed when you don't have an Amulet of Mara on, yet he hopes someday you will.

Until then he vows to be loyal to you as Harbinger.

Vilkas has a strong moral code.

He has been shown to not tolerate crime, even by the Dragonborn.

Which means, unless your life is threatened, don't expect Vilkas to blindly slaughter.

Admittedly the beast inside him wishes to claim you/be claimed by you as Harbinger... but he fights the urge to kill for it.

He may nearly lose it if you're already married... but not surprised.

However such a thought makes his jealousy rise, the beast in him begins to wish to claw out...

Honestly his possessive feelings may indeed make him kill, even when he tries to fight it.

If he does see you have an Amulet of Mara on, he nearly pounces on you.

He'd gladly take the opportunity to be your partner forever and ever.

It even pleases his beast half if he hasn't been purified, the idea of having you as his mate makes him beyond happy.

Vilkas is no doubt possessive due to the beast blood.

If he is indeed still a wolf and he + his brother aren't cleansed yet, he shows wolf-like behavior.

Even when not transformed he finds comfort in your scent/warmth.

He would gladly nuzzle into/hold you in private.

It gives him confirmation you're his... be it willingly or by force.

Due to you being Harbinger you can assume Vilkas would be more submissive around you.

You're higher in the order even if there is no real "leader" to the Companions.

As Harbinger he'll listen to you for the most part but may rebel your order once in awhile if it feels it goes against his interests with you.

Overall, Vilkas is still loyal to you as Harbinger, not just because of his obsession.

Most of the time he'll submit to you and serve you...

Although, if he feels he'll lose you or the chance to be yours, he'll do anything to prevent that from happening... even going back on his word and committing a few violent acts.

[makoodles]

all of these asks have got me so confused with how i would like to see sex education continue if you made a part 2 so i can't imagine how YOU must be feeling girl LMAO

but i just loved the cultural misunderstandings in some of your other fics and it just made me think of them in the context of sex education especially with all these great asks

like jake hasn't been holding out on you for years, he's deeply committed to you and neytiri so what do you mean, you're interested in someone else, you're already spoken for

sure neytiri and him have been letting you take the reigns and keeping things slow but you're theirs come on

everyone in the village knows you're their mate, you smell like them, they just haven't had sex which is totally fine! maybe you don't see them that way, it's not like you've made any overtures about them sexually. but you still love them and they're you're partners

and they hear that you're interested in other na"vi men, like Ola’netu and they're just lost, because well if you were finally wanting to experiment with the na'vi you sure as hell aren't doing it with anyone other than you're mates

but oblivious reader just thinks they're being nice when jake let's her experience um na'vi anatomy so when Ola’netu keeps showing interest, well she's not gonna miss the chance at something real

but when she tells jake and neytiri that she wants something serious not just casual sex, they're just what do you mean, we've been dating you for like six years?

lolll so sorry brainrot i just love this trope where one side is so so so oblivious they don't think the other could ever like them like they just treat me great bc theyre nice, but the other side is madly in love with them and treats them like that bc they think they've been in a committed relationship LMAO

okay but literally ahahaha i'm honestly still a little confused but trying not to think about it too much! i think i'm gonna go with the way i was originally planning it!

but YESSSSS alien cultural misunderstandings are my lifeblood! i also LOVE the idea of jake and reader both being so fucking oblivious. himbo jake being so incredibly proud of his two beautiful mates that he never actually thinks too hard about the situation - it would never occur to him that this is something he needs to talk to you about. it's just normal for the two of you. it's obvious that you're together, right?

neytiri just assumes she's getting a two for one deal on mates too, so she's content to let jake take the reigns when it comes to approaching you. it seems, for years, that you're just not interested in sexual intimacy, and that's fine! there are other forms of intimacy; sitting in laps, grooming, cooking for each other, sleeping in shared spaces, spending quality time together.

but imagine their absolute bewilderment when they find out that you are craving sexual intimacy, and are especially fascinated in the na'vi body. obviously jake leaps at the chance to showcase the na'vi anatomy to you, he's certain that's going to solve all that pesky confusion. when it doesn't work, they're more confused than ever

however bewildered jake and neytiri are, imagine how you react to finding out that you've been married to them for years