#i wrote a lot

[nothingbutroublex]

I want to be so fucking pregnant that I’m angry about it.

It’s mid august, you come into our room after putting our other children to bed. I’m laying there, a week over-due, gravid and heavy, fans blasting at me from every angle because I’m so pregnant I can’t stand the heat.

“They’re both asleep,” you whisper, carefully watching your every tone to make sure you don’t disturb me. My eyes flutter open and fill with tears. “Get this fucking baby out of me,” I beg, tears dripping down my checks.

You smirk a little bit and try to hold back from laughing, slowly shaking your head. “Baby, you know the last two didn’t come for weeks after your due date..” you slowly make your way over to the bed, lean down to grip my heavy belly. “You know just as well as I do, this one’s not coming for a while. I can’t do anything about it.”

I break into a sob, shaking my head. “Please, please at least try, I am so fucking pregnant.”

You listen to my words carefully and lean back, really realizing how true they were. I am beyond pregnant, my body is at its breaking point, my belly so swollen it doesn’t even look humanly possible, my engorged tits dripping with milk because you got me pregnant immediately after the last one and I’m still breast feeding.

“I’m sorry, love, but you know you probably have a couple of weeks left, nothing we try has ever worked..” you say quietly, leaning back down to rub my heavily pregnant belly gently.

I growl, reach up and grab the back of your neck, tears tears streaming down my face. “I need you to fuck me until my water breaks. Now.”

You chuckle a little bit and move your hand down to my swollen pussy, which is already dripping in anticipation. “I can try, but you know as soon as you push this one out, I’m just going to fill you with another..” you start to rub tiny circles around my swollen clit, and my hips start to buck at just that gentle movement. Pregnancy has made me so horny.

I let out a loud sigh and shake my head “stop touching me, just fucking get this baby out of me.” You roll your eyes and easily throw me into position, even though I’m so heavily pregnant, your strong arms have no problem throwing me around. I’m now on my hands and knees, my belly so big and heavy it’s pressing into the mattress and leaving a heavy indent, even being on all fours. You slowly undo your belt and drop your pants from behind me. “Baby, this won’t work. You’ll be pregnant for atleast another week or two and I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” you mumble before slowly slipping your hard cock into me, letting out a gasp. “Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so much better when you’re this over due…” you slowly slide your cock in and out, knowing if you go and faster, you’ll blow your load immediately and I’ll be even angrier.

You reach down and grasp my aching, heavy belly with both hands. “God baby, you’re so fucking pregnant…” I let out a sign of relief as you lift up the weight, nodding slowly. “I know. Get this fucking baby out.” You laugh a little, continuing to stroke my belly as you thrust your cock in and out.

“Actually, I think I’ll keep you like this a little longer… let’s see how far overdue you can go this time…”

[angelpuns]

knocks on your door i have a fake fanfic title:

"Big, broken, Red heart"

My immediate thought is Future! Raph comic?? I've only seen like two of those smh HE DESERVES FUTURE FICS TOO!!!!

anyway, maybe F!Raph survives and he gets to go back in time??? Anyway he saves the timeline or whatever but fnds it too painful to stay with his family, as much as he wants to. So it's more about wanting vs not wanting to stay kinda deal?? mannn thining about hwo differently he would handle saving the timeline than F! Leo or any of their other bros might. Like he grabs present Loe and is just like ' I don't blame you for this. We were just kids. I get it now - you're a great leader when you lead the way YOU want to' orrrr smthn lke that? Like F!Raph understands now that Leo wasn't jsut being a brat, he was scared asf and was trying to lead the only way he could think of!! I have many thoughts on their dynamic in the movie okay :)

I'm not v good at writing Raph but I'll give it a go:

Raph's footsteps echoed through the tunnels, far louder than they had in his youth. He wasn't too late. He wasn't too late to fix this!

He bounded into the lair, shouting carrying through the subway tunnels back to him. He remembered this. it was one of those things he'd been thinking about since the kraang had taken over. How he and Leo didn't have to fight like this. Sure, Leo was egging him on, but Raph knew better now. He understood Leo so much more now that his little brother was gone.

Raph stopped at the top of the stairs, breaths coming out ragged and shallow. CJ wasn't here yet. But then again, he probably didn't know how to get to the lair. Raph would have to find him later - he had to do this now. The key - as much as he wanted to go for it on his own - it could wait. It could wait for him.

The shouting stopped at his entrance, his heavy breaths and footsteps giving him away. He'd long lost the sight in his right eye, but he could still see the vague shapes of himself and his brothers. He'd know them anywhere.

They leapt into action immediately, but Raph was faster than he used to be, even if he was getting on in years.

Mikey was fast and unpredictable, whipping his chuks out and immediately going for the capture. Raph knocked them away easy, grabbing the youngest out of the air and tossing him away. He was holding back, just a little. He didn't want to hurt them, after all. Leo was on him immediately, kicking off of his arm, portaling behind him and going for the back shot. Raph heard the static of the portal before it appeared, turning and grabbing Leo's outstretched leg. He flung him away, too, the slider crashing right into..himself. Younger Raph.

Donnie was suddenly in his face, his bo whipping through the air with a sharp sound and landing a blow on Raph's arm. It was sort of like being hit with a cardboard tube - he'd lost feeling in that arm years ago. He grabbed the bo and spun, Donnie backwards several feet and landing easily.

" Who are you!? How'd you find this place?" Donnie snarled, Leo reappearing next to him, " I didn't get any kind of notifications - the security system should have alerted us and lasered you into pieces!"

(mehhh idk what to put here)

Raph sighed deeply, his breath crackling in his chest. He squeezed Leo's shoulders, marveling at how tiny he used to be.

"Leo. Nothing that happens today is your fault. You can't take all the blame when Raph was arguin' back just as hard.." he chuckled, watching Leo's face change as he spoke, " You were just a kid. Hell, we were all just kids thrown into a shitty situation..."

He swallowed thickly, unsure what to say. He'd always been shit at pep talks.

" Look, you got a good head on your shoulders. You lead however ya need to and Raph will back off a little....he's just scared, Lee. And I know you are, too"

Raph pulled him into a tight hug, Leo's arms hesitantly coming up and squeezing him back. Raph turned to his past self. H looked tired. Did Raph himself always look that tired?

He guessed it was the burden of responsibility from a young age, Yeah, that would tire anyone out.

"c'mere, kiddo" Raphael pulled his past self into a hug, the fact that he was so small comapred to Raphael making something fragile in his chest curl up and cry a little. Right, they were all just kids.

" I'm sorry ya had to carry everyone like that...I know how hard it is. Leo's gonna be a fine leader, okay? Just..learn ta talk to him" He murmured, " I know we've never been great at that kinda thing, but he'll get it. I promise he'll get it"

[inmybook]

I've never cried in front of anyone. It's a kind of undressing and I don't want anyone to know I've got the same skin, that it gets burnt, it gets cut and the scars remain. It's like giving a knife to someone and hoping that they won't use it.

-inmybook

[vnd5lain88]

light thoughts

huge nonlinear waffle that may go places i never intended it to. it's 1 am. help!

i often think about an average day with light yagami, pre-death note usually. wake up, go to school, maybe mingle with semi-close acquaintances and perhaps even walk home with them. go home, lay in bed, read, study, sleep, rinse and repeat. maybe talk to your sister. have some food. and on the weekends you date. *snore*... none of these actions are really driven by self-interest either. unlike most top students, light's good grades just come to him. he sure is diligent and hardworking, yes, but it isn't in an effort to chase the standards he achieves, rather, these actions are simply part of the routine of a boy who believes he will undoubtedly get those results regardless. because in his mind, and in the mind of pretty much everybody else who knows him, he is just that brilliant. so that's just a truth, no motivator there. he gets such good scores... pretty much because he can. and it isn't much of a big deal to him either (read: the Sheer Enthusiasm /s with which he gives his mother his test scores and receives her praises in the very beginning of the series).

as for dating, light is involved with so many girls because people would raise an eyebrow if he wasn't. he usually isn't interested in those ordeals and the few times in which we do see him flirting or kissing it's made clear to us that it's duplicitous. and for friends... well... light isn't exactly keen on keeping any close relations with any peers.

that's all to say that light leads a pretty humdrum life. for someone like him, this way of being just doesn't do it. what's interesting here is that light plays along regardless. (as i am a westerner, i speak with only a bit of knowledge on this subject) seeing as there are certain societal norms placed in japan in an effort to maintain synchronicity in a community this complacence is simply expected of him so he acts accordingly. which means that light is a perfect product of the circumstances he was raised under, and that he also cares about what others think, and he expects norms to be followed, and so on. heavy emphasis on the "expects", i mean it as in like. it's just second nature to him. i don't even think he's particularly aware of the flaws of the social etiquette he maintains, or that he dwells on them much.

something else that's cute about light is his self-isolative tendencies.. it's nothing concerning but he is a rather distant individual as i stated previously. it's funny, i think light's character can spark a conversation on just how nuanced the human mind really is. even with everything handed to him the very fact that it Was handed to him (key word also: handed) made way for another mass of frustrations that light decides to keep buried within his unconscious. with the discovery of the death note these frustrations Burst outward and work as the catalyst for some of the root motivators behind kira's plan. god help me and my long-winded sentences.

the very solution kira proposes is proof enough to me that this guy doesnt spend much time fleshing out deeper topics such as... how to "rid the world of all evil" or how such a thing is nearly inconceivable because of the lack of a tangible evil in the natural universe etc. etc. literally a few words in and i can already find the moral dilemma in this argument. and i mean sure it's normal for teenagers, especially teenagers in 2003, to have such extremist beliefs but it's different with light imo. because he is incapable of an open-mindedness broad enough to ever accept the idea that he *gasp* may just be wrong. in fact, he is so incapable of accepting this possibility that he makes murder out to be an act of good. because it's light doing it. and light is a very good boy. if he kills people, it's okay. somehow, he'll find a way to make it okay. it is impressive how much self awareness this guy lacks.

this is a really interesting side to him: he is honestly quite the emotionally avoidant individual. light's feelings are put through a hundred logical filters, he isn't the type to dwell on them as they simply are. it's really cool, the fact that he has unhealthy behaviors like this. in fact, i would usually begin to question if a person like light is mentally disordered in some way, or if the potential for such a problem to occur exists, but that clearly isn't the case. for most of the series he's the very definition of functional, and doesn't seem to take it to the extreme either. well, yes, his work is extreme, but they are within his limitations. save for, you know, being kira at some point.

i think the biggest exception to this idea that he doesn't spend much time delving into serious topics is takada, they did talk about kira a lot but i assume it was sort of an echo chamber situation considering they are both upper middle class teens/young adults with naïve underdeveloped world beliefs that are only further magnified by their similar upbringing . there are also those friends light makes jests with about kira when news about him first starts popping up.... but we see like... 6 panels of them? 3? actually come to think of it we don't see much of light having any meaningful conversation outside of kira-related matters at all. this can contribute to the characterization of him being a rather shallow person but that's subjective ofc.

just think about the picture this all paints... i wish i could find a better way to articulate what im thinking, because these ideas are very visual to me. it's grey, it's muddied, it's routine. auto-pilot, light lives on auto-pilot. up to when he found the death note his life could be considered rather meaningless despite his accomplishments. there was nothing to stimulate him. deep down what he wanted above all else was a real challenge, something to end the futility of his existence. and martyrdom is very meaningful. off this point i can go on a whole other tangent about the tragedy of him finding the note but. i will spare myself that lengthy ordeal.

anyways, i love this guy. i love his ability to twist an action as malignant as murdering tens of thousands of people into a self sacrificial, necessary course of action for the sake of the Entire World in the span of like... a few days (two weeks? three? i forget). to be fair tho this was also partly due to the fact that there juuuust so happened to be a god of death basically using lights life as bait to force him entertain it. which is also painfully enjoyable because it means that all the cards were against light in a way! because that god of death and its own motives are very much outside of lights control.

but yes, anyways, a very commendable "talent" indeed. just look at how desperate he is in the yotsuba arc as well. look at how long a time he was able to totally deny L's kira-power-hopping theory because it could be true. and if it was true, then light isn't the morally righteous person he believes himself to be. it wasn't until months later that he really sat down and tackled the truth of the matter. i could go on for days about how pitiful of a character yostuba light is. or well, i'm not sure if pitiful is the correct word seeing as he does make great efforts to prevail regardless of his situation, and that deserves respect... but that doesn't stop me from feeling a great deal of pity for him.

another great thing to think about in regards to light is... the people he is actually a victim to. which is a bit of a disorienting thought to me, mainly because it is brushed aside by ohba. he is a victim to misa's actions in some ways, he is Definitely a victim to L's actions, and to ryuk's most glaringly. light is basically ryuk's little plaything. i think i'm out of steam so i don't want to bother elaborating on those statements but i have a lot to say when it comes to that as well. by the way, i'm definitely not saying he's a poor soul who was hurt by the people around him and that he never did wrong. i think that's clear but i'm stating it just in case. this is especially true in regards to misa, there's no doubt that he was total trash to misa. misa was also trash to him. i actually quite like misa and light's relationship because of how insidious it is. they are both mutually parasitic in a way. not divorce but not love winning either. they don't love each other at all. they both use each other. yet another relationship of light's that is lacking of any good substance. a lot more sinister than what it seems at first glance. it's great.

that's all. x

[l0callazuli]

heya! M4RMAR here, here’s a bit of an introduction!

*[Marmar/Mitchell]* , [she/her]

Stuff that I love are: .Cartoon shows -Amp and SU being my favorite- .Musicals -Heathers,Dear Evan Hansen,Mean girls,etc- .Art (drawing,Art in general) .Nature .History ^World History^ .Astronomy _^Our solar system and beyond the solar system^ .Music (I mean who doesn’t lmao) -Sasharcy and lapidot fan! *Proship dni!* thinking of posting Some amphibia and Steven Unuverse Art dump on here :p random stuff too lol,

[alliumnoblade]

If Sanji ever hits a woman, his character is ruined forever

How I, as a woman, came to enjoy Sanji's chivalry trait even if I dislike it.

Now, notice how I said "chivalry" and not "pervet", because I actually quite enjoy his morals, but i fucking loathe his gags with the nose blood and all. This perverted size I do my best to ignore and at the very least tolerate, because I honestly believe Sanji's good character traits surpass this goddamn bad bits.

(This is going to be a long long essay, because I’ve been thinking about that Black Maria fight again and I wanted to give my two cents to his character development in detriment of my calculus exam tomorrow which I haven’t studied one bit. Also there’s going to be no images because I don’t fucking know how Tumblr works I’m new)

So, about his chivalry and the whole "won't hit a woman thing".

At first, I was very pissed about it. If it was in any other piece of media, not hitting a woman (as much as its a double standart) it's not exactly bad per se. It's not something I would applaud but rather think it's a failed flex of the writers to show themselves Oh So Manly and So Full of Outdated Morals. Regardless, not all that much of a bother. In real life, not hitting a woman is a thing and its not a bad one, since not every woman is able to GG combo a 6 foot tall jerk. And depending on how close your fictional world is to real life, this chivalry becomes more and more justified.

But One Piece is not your everyday fantastical fictional world. It's a whole ass big planet that keeps on moving with its own rules, physics and culture. A world a lot bigger than our own that expends to metaphysical standards. In One Piece, even if regular woman are shown to be a tad weaker than most regular man, its not by a lot when these randoms could die to an actual strong character to the same swing of a sword.

However, when Oda shows strong, powerful characters, they are so regardless of their gender. And One Piece has some STRONG female characters. I mean painfully strong. In a planet so big as theirs, its not a surprise woman has taken some Big Girl Pills. I don’t think it's up to discussion that woman can be seen as deadly powerful in this world as man.

But as refreshing as it is, this gender roles in One Piece come crumbling down once you add this chivalry shit.

Because when you have big women villains that can eat a whole island in two seconds, or women that can murder a whole army with one move, having a character refusing to fight feels demeaning. It’s like you are underestimating these powerful lads that can literally kill your nakama. What, you don’t think they can actually do damage to you, you fucking prick?

And it’s contradictory, to show these woman so strong and yet be seen so weakly by characters you were supposed to like. It feels demeaning to them, and it feels demeaning to you, a 12yo that was starting to really like see these woman achieving so many big things.

And Sanji is one of those characters you were supposed to like. Because he’s funny, strong, kind, a good cook, a good friend, a person you would love to know in real life. But still, he has this flaws that ick you so fucking much, flaws that get more and more evident as the story progresses.

Don’t get me wrong, I love OP, I have a tattoo of One Piece, Sanji is one of my favorite characters. However, I stopped reading for a while before WCI because, even though the story is amazing, I was getting really bothered with this whole woman situation. At some point, a trait that was exclusively Sanji’s that I was willing to ignore seemed to take this whole world by storm

Because the story portrays Sanji as dumb for not fighting woman, but at the same time, quite noble. And it pissed me off so much it took me four years to read One Piece again. Mainly because I wanted to catch the Wano arc finished, but also because I was so done that I could only pray this sexism situation got better over time and it was only a weird phase of Oda.

AND OH BOY HOW IT WAS

Recently reading WCI, I remembered everything I loved about Sanji, why I enjoyed his smile and his brains so much, and why he was one of my favorite characters ever. It wasn’t just uneducated 12yo me that was overlooking issues, Sanji is genuiely a good guy. Believe me, I’m 20, a woman in STEM that deals with sexism every single day, I’m plenty educated now.

Speaking of which, this is already very long and I really should study for that calculus exam but now I’m getting heated up.

Because WCI touches and highlights the best parts of Sanji, and fuck you if you disagree (... /j)

It called for my attention how Oda kept talking and hitting themes surrounding “humanity” in Whole Cake Island, and finally some things fell in place for me. 

This chivalry of Sanji is a character trait, that even if annoying sometimes, is still a character trait meant to be seen perhaps as a flaw, but also as a product of his humanity and kindness.

Because the world in One Piece doesn’t think the same way as Sanji. Luffy would kick a woman, he won’t give a single damn fuck, and we are supposed to like Luffy plenty! Even if Oda has his lows in how he deals with the perception of woman in One Piece, this double standard morality is exclusively a Sanji thing.

Not only is a Sanji thing, but also a Zeff thing.

That scene particularly stuck with me, where Zeff says that if Sanji would ever hit a woman, he would kick Sanji’s ass and then kill himself. When Sanji asked why on his good mind would he do that, Zeff responds “It’s the price a parent has to pay. Don’t become something I hate.”

And oh, OH, what a line. Because after hearing from his biological father he would be embarassed if the world ever discovered a failure was his son, it must have meant a lot for Sanji to hear Black Leg Zeff (the best person he has ever encountered besides maybe his mother) declaring so proudly he was Sanji’s parent.

It gives not only a reason for Sanji be one of the only characters with this mentality, but also justify why he is so strongly convict with this morality. He doesn’t want to be a failure again. Not to Zeff. And he doesn’t want to live in a world where he’s too ashamed to look his father in the eye.

And, in a vacuum, this scene must have felt like a cheap excuse of Oda to not change the character. But combining with the whole Whole Cake Island (ha, whole whole), this shows exactly what type of person Sanji is.

Because, as I said before, his chivalry is a product of his kindness and humanity (such a thing his brothers doesn’t have), but also is a mark Zeff left for him. Screaming without actually screaming that Vinsmoke Judge is not Sanji’s real father, because his actual dad made sure to raise well. To make him become a good person by his own ideals. Sanji has Zeff’s ideals because Zeff is his dad, and in result, everything about Sanji is a direct contrast of his biological siblings.

Also, uniting everything together, knowing damn well where his chivalry came from, it’s safe to assume that if Sanji ever loses that sense of morality, it would be a big bad thing. As in bad, bad thing.

Rather we like it or not, his morality is strong and tied directly with his humanity. If Sanji ever hits a woman, if he loses this sense of right and wrong, it means we lost Sanji as we knew him - a kind hearted boy, a strong chef, a strawhat that would die for his friends.

So in Wano, when this “happens”, it feels like Oda warning us.

If Sanji ever hits a woman, you all better be shock in terror.

I don’t know if I misjudged Oda when I was 16, or if he was indeed telling a bad story before realizing and fixing it, but Wano feels like a redemption arc. Because above all that, we also have good LGBTQ representation that felt almost surreal, and one of the best One Piece arcs ever told in terms of story, but also, good Sanji moments, reminding us all of the person he is and who he became after WCI.

And for those who says this means Sanji won’t get character development ever, I present to you: Black Maria incident.

I see a lot of people disliking strongly how Sanji screamed for Robin’s help. But to me, it felt amazing to see Sanji actually trusting his friends. Because he won’t hit a woman, but he doesn’t need to die because of that. He has plenty of strong friends that can watch his back and do what he can’t do while he does what they can’t. 

Not only that, but him screaming for Robin specifically shows that he acknowledges the women on his crew are strong. Strong enough to fight for him, strong enough to handle themselves. And also shows how he trusts them. Trusts that they won’t die, trusts their power, trusts that he won’t need to save them because it’s his time to be saved.

Not to mention the whole sacrificing thing he has going on, but that one was plently adressed on WCI.

And you have all the right to dislike this character trait as long as you realize it’s, you know, a character trait. And one that holds a lot of simbolism. I eventually came to enjoy the weight this chivalry holds, but it’s up to you.

That’s it. Thanks for reading. I’ll definitely go study for that calculus exam now

[hallhaley23]

I wake up screaming again and Charlie charges in the room like I’m being murdered. I start crying softly and he sits at the edge of the bed, pats my leg a few times and stays there until I quiet down. When I wake up he’s still at the foot of my bed, his legs still hanging off the edge of the bed and at some point he had laid down and fell fast asleep.

“Charlie,” I say in a hoarse voice and he barely moves, so I gently kick him, “Charlie,” still nothing. “Dad!”

And he’s up with a loud snort, sitting straight up and then turns to me, “Bells?”

“I’m okay Dad, you can go back to bed.”

He smiles at me, with his eyes still mostly closed and pats my leg before he gets up and hobbles back to his room. I lay back down and feel myself start to cry again, but for a different reason.

A few hours later I get out of bed, the sun still lazily making it’s way up over the horizon as I pull on a pair of jeans and another thick hoodie. I pull on wool socks and shoves my feet into my Doc Martens, pulling my hair up in a messy bun as I slowly make my way down the stairs and put a pot of coffee on.

I step outside in the freezing morning air and find the paper on the sidewalk, taking it inside and setting it on the kitchen table as I grab a mug to pour myself some coffee. I sit back down on the kitchen table and begin to peruse the paper. There was a news story about a few missing hikers, a young couple that had left two days ago into the mountains and hadn’t been seen, also a sighting of a few extra large bears which was weird, and then I came across the Jobs section and thought I would check it out. I read through a few of the listings for waitressing, a sales clerk at a clothing store, a night shift security officer and then a library technician. I thought about that for a minute: the smell of books, the quiet, the unlimited access to any book in any genre and for the first time in a while I felt excited about something. So I grabbed the flip phone I left on the table to charge that Charlie insisted on me having and took a picture, I think the only picture I had ever taken on my phone. My eyes flicked to the digital clock on my phone: 7:02am. I had another hour until the library opened and I could go in and inquire about the position.

When I finished my coffee I started back upstairs and headed to the bathroom, running into Charlie as he opened his bedroom door.

“Morning kiddo,” he says in a hoarse groggy voice.

“Hey,” I say, heading into my room to grab a change of clothes.

“Got any plans today?”

“Yeah I’m gonna apply for a job,” I say, grabbing a blue blouse that Mom had bought for my for my birthday and a pair of dark gray slacks.

“Really? Where?” he says, his interest piqued as he leaned on my door frame as I gathered up my clothes.

“The library,” I say, I hold up the clothing combination to him, “this works right?” I ask and he looks bewildered and holds up a thumb, “nevermind,” I say.

“Are the hours flexible with school?” he asks.

“I don’t know, but I’ll be sure to ask,” I say, heading into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and then the showerhead.

“Okay well, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your school work and you know…being home for dinner and stuff,” he says, crossing his arms in front of him.

I straightened up and met his eyes, the corners of my mouth arc up in a small smile, “yes Officer Swan,” I salute him playfully and he rolls his eyes as I shut the door to the bathroom.

***

“The interview went well, really well actually. The librarian offered me the position,” I tell Jacob over the phone.

“That’s great! When do you start?” Jacob says cheerfully.

“Monday afternoon after school,” I say as I tap my pen on my notepad. I had just finished an English paper on Wuthering Heights at my desk when he called.

“I’ll have to stop by the library more often then,” he says, “do I even have a library card?.”

“Now you have a reason to stop by and see me,” I say, starting to draw doodles on my note pad.

“Paul asked about you today,” he says, and my stomach does a little back flip.

“Okay,” I say, passing off my interest as indifference, although I’m not entirely sure why, “any new developments with that gang of Sam Uley’s?” I say, trying to change the subject away from a tall muscular frame and spots of green in a pool of tawny brown eyes.

“Uh, sort of,” he says, for some reason struggling.

“Tell me,” I say right away. I had a bad feeling about this Sam Uley guy since the moment Jake told me about him a few weeks ago; following Jacob around, saying cryptic shit that made him uncomfortable, watching him from afar and having some of his lackey’s follow him…seems like Sam Uley is a creep and I feel bad that Jake is caught in the middle of whatever weird gang initiation Sam was trying to get Jacob involved in.

“He was waiting outside my school,” he says, hesitating, “he said he needed to talk with me and so I did.”

There was a long pause and the anticipation was starting to wear on me as Jacob was clearly deciding how to tell me what Sam had to say. I decided to stay patient and let him tell me how he needed to instead of acting antsy.

“He…he told me some weird shit…about wolves and the Quileute tribes. He said…he,” man he was really struggling and the ants on my skin were getting ravenous, “ugh, nevermind it sounds crazy. He’s crazy, Bella.”

“Jacob, it’s okay. I’m sure it won’t be the craziest thing I’ve ever heard,” I say, trying to coax it out of him gently.

“No it seriously might be the most insane thing you’ve ever heard,” he says, his tone turning more serious.

“I seriously doubt it, Jake,” I say as I remember Edward telling me about being a vampire, about his family of “vegetarian,” vampires, and how there was an archaic vampiric system of government he called the Volturi, that seemed more like a monarchy than anything. Especially with how they were depicted in the off kiltering life size painting the Cullen’s had in their home. I suppose you can love something as much as you fear it.

Jacob huffs loudly, “he said I was going to change into a wolf, Bella.”

Okay yeah, that’s pretty weird. “A wolf,” I say, my tone rather incredulous.

“Yeah,” he takes another breath, this time a little more steady, “he said that I’d ‘phase’ soon, whatever that means.”

Well this was a weird turn in our conversation, “Jake you said it yourself that Sam Uley’s crazy. Why are you believing anything he’s saying?”

“Because my Dad is not denying it, Bella,” he interjects and that throws me. Why the hell is Billy not storming over to Sam Uley and telling him to back off? God knows Charlie would be and I kind of thought that Billy and Charlie were cut from the same cloth.

“Jake,” I say, trying to find a way to comfort him but coming up short, “tell me how I can help.”

“I don’t know, I’m just…” he says hesitating again, “...I’m freaked out.”

Now I want to punch Sam Uley in the face. “I get it,” I say, “do you want me to go find Sam and beat him up?”

Jacob laughs which makes me feel like the world makes sense again, “that would be quite the sight, seeing Bella the waif wailing on the wall of muscle that is Sam Uley.”

“I may be skinny but scrappy,” I say, “like an alley cat.”

This awards me much more laughter and the day is somehow less gray and I’m grateful. I say goodbye to Jake and he says he’ll try to come by the library on Monday to see me and get a library card. I can’t help but think about what he told me about Sam, about him “phasing,” into a wolf. So would that make Jake a werewolf? Under normal circumstances, I would just pass that off as something that couldn’t exist, it wouldn’t be possible, but less that nine months ago I learned that vampires existed which opened up Pandora's box of relative possibilities…so if vampires existed, than I suppose it wouldn’t be too far fetched to believe that werewolves existed too.

***

Interesting fact about librarians: there is actually a degree in being a librarian. I had no idea until the librarian told me when I arrived at my shift on Monday fifteen minutes early. In my mind, I’ve always seen the quintessential librarian as an older more cranky and strict woman that took filing and silence very seriously, with thick round glasses perched on the lower half of her sharply pointed nose and a a tight white bun on top of her head; I imagined her name would be Ethel or Gertrude. But no, my boss’ name is Kelly, she has mahogany hair that she wears loose and curled held back by a black headband most days, she has bright brown eyes that don’t need glasses, and she’s in her mid thirties. Kelly bought me a coffee from the coffee cart that sits outside the library and I think I might really like her.

She shows me around the library, where the break room is (a small room in the back that looks like a lounge with soft chairs and a couch with shelves and shelves of more books, a tiny kitchenette and a bathroom, also it smells like cookies), and the front desk where I learn how to use the computer system and make library cards. For today, she has me working on putting the books back and making library cards.

I’m making a library card for a twelve year old girl named Sara when I notice a familiar voice coming through the front door. Jacob walks in smiling and chatting with Paul and I feel my stomach do that familiar back flip it did the other day and I swallow, handing Sara her library card.

“Hey Bells,” Jake says, striding up to the front desk, “how’s the first day going?”

“Good, I think I got the hang of making cards now. I feel like all of Forks has a library card now,” I say and Jake laughs, Paul is also smiling as my eyes flit to him, remembering how the green of his eyes lit up in the evening sun. I cleared my throat and looked back at Jake. “I took the liberty of making you one, Jake,” and I handed him his newly minted library card and he smiled one of his big and warm Jacob Black smiles.

“Thanks Bells! I’ll be in here all the time now!” he said grinning.

“Sounds great but I’ll be working,” I say, my eyebrow arching up at him slightly, “like I am now.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, we’ll just go and look around,” he says, walking into the library towards the science fiction section and Paul walks after him. He’s wearing a navy blue hoodie today and the same well fitted jeans and biker boots he had on when he came over for Thanksgiving. I wondered if he still had his flask in his back pocket.

I had a moment to sift through the bin of returned books and started putting them back on the cart to return them to the shelves. As I placed them on the cart, I came across one about Quileute Tribal legends. I opened it to the chapter index and saw a chapter that said, “Quileute Wolf Legends,” and turned to it. It recalled the small tribal nation having magic in their blood, but had little need of its use until the “cold ones” came to their land, killed their people, forcing their tribe to begin to change into wolves allowing them to kill these “cold ones,” to save themselves. A warrior chief, Taha’aki, phased into a wolf in one of these battles after his son was murdered by a “cold one,” and his wife called The Third Wife, sacrificed herself so that the wolves could finish the last of the “cold ones,” and save the tribe. I started to scribble out some notes as I went through the book, the pieces beginning to slot into place easily since I already knew about the vampires and surmised that the “cold ones,” from the Quileute legend were vampires.

So it was possible.

Perhaps Sam Uley wasn’t completely crazy. I still thought he was a creep but there was something else happening in Forks and now on La Push. According to the legend, the Quileute tribe began to change into werewolves because of the presence of the vampires. So it stands to reason that if people on the reservation are now changing into werewolves, then that could only mean one thing: vampires are still here.

“Can I check this out?” my eyes snap up to an all too familiar baritone voice. Paul was standing there holding a book, Wuthering Heights.

“Yeah, hey I’m reading this one right now,” I say, taking the book as he hands it to me over the counter.

“I’ve read it before,” he says, placing his library card on the counter and I don’t know why I’m mildly shocked he has a library card.

“Really? What do you think of it?”

“I like that it’s complicated…a lot of people get hung up on the love story but it’s the revenge that interests me.”

“Huh,” I say, and I found myself appreciating that, especially since recently I wanted less to do with romance and more to do with darker things, tragedy’s and murder mysteries with no potential for love and other bullshit that made me think of Edward. “You don’t like the unconventional love between Heathcliff and Cathy?”

“Their love was bullshit,” he says and that kind of set me back on my heels a bit, “it wasn’t unconventional, it’s steeped in hierarchy, societal norms, and money. Also if Cathy really loved Heathcliff why did she marry Edgar? It’s ridiculous.”

“That is quite the stance, Paul,” I say, scanning the barcode on the book, “then why are you checking it out if you hate it so much?”

“I never said I hate it,” he says, “I said the love story was bullshit. I don’t buy it,” he takes the book and his card back, “but the vengeance that I get.”

Now I’m starting to wonder what happened to Paul Lahote and his clear aversion to romance. “Are there any love stories you do believe in?”

Paul smiles, putting his card back in his wallet, “yes,” and then with an arch of his eyebrow he walks back over to the fiction section where Jacob is standing, reading a copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein.

…Their love was bullshit…Paul’s statement ran through my head like a vinyl record skipping over the same few lines of music and I hate that I’m starting to see what he meant. I loved Heathcliff and Cathy at one point, but things have changed so much since I read that story and perhaps I had drawn similarities with those imaginary characters and Edward and myself. It was the stuff one does when they find they’re in love, but mine was clearly unrequited, otherwise my Heathcliff adjacent would still be here…but he isn’t and now I can’t wait to get home and steal some of Charlie’s whiskey.

[onedaughterofman]

I think my time as a Ghost fic writer is coming to an end.

[xxlunadeaxx]

Meeting Between Monarchs. (Part 2, Giratina)

(Oops angst? Not even just a smidge wait Danny, how do you do this your show wasn’t that angsty? Possibly upsetting to some at the start.) Part 1 here

No breaths

No movement

No heartbeats, or rushing of blood.

Just a faint humming of his core, and a ringing in his ears that nearly drowns it out.

Danny would have thought Clockwork had stopped time if not for the great shadow’s slow blink he could barely see from where he was, directly in front of its open mouth. He could see his own glowing green eyes reflect in the shadow oddly, like a liquid instead of an abyss-like shadow, and closed them so he wouldn’t see his own fear anymore.

Danny would have collapsed into a heap at his actions, he just punched this thing with all his strength (and the last time that kind of punch landed, he knocked the fruitloop through five walls!) and it didn’t even twitch, no give like punching a brick wall without any power. There was no way he could win a fight right now with his exhaustion, not even hope for escape even if he could slip away.

But Danny couldn’t move any more thanks to something squeezing him on his sides. Was this a warning? Was he about to be snapped like a twig? Squished like a bug for his insolence because he couldn’t keep his cool? This thing was strong enough to override his ghost powers with its own, or even wait out his feeble attempts like a cat playing with its food.

'Amusement'

Danny was trembling, his thoughts raced and his life was flashing before his eyes. That test he took today was hard since it was English literature, his worst subject, but Mr. Lancer took him aside before school got out and said he improved this time, barely passing, but that he was proud of his work. Said Danny looked dead (heh) on his feet, told him to take it a little easier, and praised him for his efforts.

Danny felt wholly accomplished with that praise, he was usually only praised by his sister and swore he wanted to do even better next time if possible with all the ghost fights that suck up his time with school.

Jazz's birthday is coming up within a week, so Danny recruited his friends and Dani (who is also his cousin/sister/friend) to plan and also to finally introduce Dani to Jazz. There was a small argument about the color scheme, Sam and Tucker couldn't agree or compromise today so Danny was stuck in the middle about it. He didn't want to deal with that after the high of a compliment so he ditched them on his way home before he ran into Vlad.

He didn't even say a "See you later" to them.

Danny didn't even get to talk to his parents today, they were elbows-deep in a new gadget and didn't emerge for breakfast. It was two days ago they started this, and Danny didn't get the chance to see if they remembered Jazz's birthday coming up, and could plan a present together. Danny did see Jazz this morning without chaos, but he was so stressed (damn it school) he didn't really talk.

Jazz still took the time to wish him luck on his test, and say "I love you baby-bro." He was on the corner before he could remember to say it back.

'Fear, Helpesness, Sadness, Desperation'

Danny was trembling, but not because he was shaking or terrified. The being holding him with its mandibles(?) was vibrating.

"𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔪, 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔡𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤."

Danny blinked and breathed manually, his head was lolled back so his gaze was on the temple's ceiling. The mural of the shadow was still there, twisting between pillars with a judging gaze, although not coming alive again.

He stilled.

"𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔓𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔪."

The voice rumbled through him and he obeyed, the tight muscles on his body slowly relaxing as he continued to expand his chest, hold his breath, then slowly let it out. Danny noted that the voice was no longer distorted horribly and seemed to be more femme-sounding rather than just a mix of too many voices at once.

He was still vibrating, and the ringing in his ears was washed away by the sound of ... purring? It was loud but not overbearing, like water waves crashing on rocks on a beach, or the river rushing. Danny felt another gentle squeeze from the mandibles holding him, and so he righted his neck to look at the shadow that had mandibles??

It was no longer a shadow.

'Concern, Curious, Apology, Fond'

"𝔉'𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢, 𝔱'𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔣'𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔫'𝔯𝔰. "

And why was it speaking in Shakespearian English??? Guess his 'Ghost Translation' is helping him understand an almost(?) dead language like Wulf's Esperanto? Danny definitely had a headache now, he could barely read it yet understand it just fine. The concerned emotion was still prodding him while his mind wandered around, so he finally replied.

"Ah, no prob bob." Nice reply Danny, nice.

'Apology, Calming Down, Determination, Headache'

Another rumble, this time he could feel the amusement from it. In the vibration and emotion of the being. While Danny was still limp in its jaws, it glided out of the temple and onto the roof. It coiled itself in a loose circle, and place a boneless Danny on its raised tail which he flopped back to hang upside down on while hooking his legs around two spikes on either side of it.

Danny finally got a proper look at the snakey god, noting that its eyes were no longer glowing. (which is great cause it did freak him out a little)

Six golden-tipped spikes lined its midsection, evenly spaced apart almost like legs, and four smaller golden points near the edge of the tail which Danny currently hung off of two. Six golden half-rings circle its 'neck' area, three on each side, which Danny could see flexing minutely reminding him of spider/scorpion mouth 'hands', and out of each of those half-rings is a ghostly tendril with a red spike at the end looking almost like wings. On its head was a natural golden crown/circlet with two raised points on either side, dipped between its eyes, and stopped right above its insect-like mandibles that also doubled as horns as it encircled its lower face and grew out pointed backward. Its body was primarily gray on its back and head, with a black and red striped underbelly that turned into bands along its spikes.

Danny dragged his eyes back to its face, where it was waiting patiently for him to fully examine it and come back to himself. The mouth opened a smidge to show it was going to speak, even if it didn't need to use its mouth.

"𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔩𝔶𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔰 𝔭'𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔫𝔱'𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫, ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔡." It nodded its head at him in a polite gesture and half of the tendrils bent inwards like an arm mimicking a bow.

"𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔞."

'The Banished One, The Creator's Shadow, Lord of the Lost,

Guardian of Balance'

Something tickled in Danny's core, it felt like a small fuzzy string wrapping around it and pulling gently. A protector? Obsessions like that were rare, and for a being this old it was impressive that it still is so powerful.

“You guard this place?” Ah, curiosity controls his hindbrain again. Giratina clicks their jaw shut with a metallic sound, and the rings flex one by one.

"𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔱," they explain, not so hidden anger in their now dual tone,

“𝔣'𝔯 𝔦𝔣 '𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔡𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔶𝔢𝔡… 𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔱𝔥'𝔯.”

Betrayed, Aggression, Loneliness

They both stared at each other for a moment in contemplation, Danny still swinging upside down from Giratina’s tail, before it came to a decision.

“ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔰'𝔱 𝔫𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔰𝔰 '𝔯 𝔢𝔫'𝔯𝔤𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢. " It spoke regally and gently poked a claw at Danny, which renewed his swinging momentum.

“𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔳'𝔯'𝔡 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔶, 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔢.”

“Do we have to? I’d rather not lose my after-life,” Danny complains shakily, and Giratina rumbles again in a chiding/comforting emotion.

“𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱, 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱'𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢,” They flexed their tendrils in a lazy circle, similar to waving a hand, “𝔪𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥'𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪."

“Training? I won’t say no to a teacher for fighting, I’ve been needing one anyways.” Danny grins as he straightens himself to sitting up, a second wind carrying him with that positive news.

“ℌ𝔪, 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔱.”

Danny closed his eyes to pull up the picture of Amity Park in his mind, with Casper High's monotonous routine broken up with ghost fights. With Nasty Burger and its delicious but oddly explosive sauce. His neighborhood held his best friends that are probably wondering where he was. And his house that bore his eccentric ghost-hunting parents, and his worry-wort of an older sister who tries too hard sometimes. Though with all the ghosts coming through the portal that want to cause chaos, he does appreciate her trying.

'Love, Worry, Protectiveness'

Something scoops him with ease up while he meditates and places him on more solid ground, and Danny opens his eyes to see he was sitting on Giratina's head in their crown. They follow an invisible path at a speed that seems exhausting to Danny right now, but he doesn't feel any resistance or weight as they glide along. Only gentle purring causes Danny to slump over to rest, letting himself lean on Giratina's crown. He could feel their emotions being freer than before as Danny starts to purr back with his core. And it's hard to tell which is his or theirs while Danny still thinks of his home.

'Fond, Envy, Wistfulness, Melancholy, Aggression,

Loneliness'

"Would you train me more if I came back more?" Danny blurted out. "Ah, not that I want to be banished again and take hours to get here, but this is a really cool place you got!"

The emotions paused while Giratina still moved, he could nearly see gears stuttering before the rumble increased in strength as Danny rambles on, talking nonsense but wasn't dissuaded to stop. After a moment of pause from Danny as buildings that looked like Amity Park's but twisted and upside down come into view, Giratina replies finally.

"𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞."

They stopped before a small bubble, and Danny could see that in its reflection he could see his room! Giratina blew gently on it and it glowed for a second before widening seeming to collapse in itself, space forming into a tunnel that Danny could see leading into his room. Danny eagerly jumped from Giratina's head and towards the portal.

And screeched to a halt.

He turns around and smiles wide at the God who gazes at him.

"See you in a few days! I'll call when I'm ready for that fight," Danny waves goodbye. "And after that, I'll call weekly."

'Promise, Determination'

'Joy, Excitement'

"𝕾𝖔 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊."

The Lord of the Lost smiled back.

A.N) Hope the 'old english' isn't too confusing and that the font is alright Some translations for Giratina's speaking, and the larger font is Giratina's emotions

"Expand your diaphragm, Fledgling" Now again, phantom "Forgive me, it's been so long since I had polite company that I had forgotten my manners." "While I would request a battle as per tradition of entering my domain, I'll introduce myself instead." "This one is Giratina." "Not by choice, but I must, for if this place is destroyed… so is the other.” “I have no healing prowess or energy replenishment items in my domain, so I shall bring you home.” “Once you recovered fully, we are to fight.” “Fear not, it’s only to better yourself not to punish you,” “My instincts require as such. And I rather not attempt to train in your realm." “Hm, now visualize your home so I may find it.” "Just call my name and I shall answer, and you'll never be turned away." "So it will be."

[selfinserttothestars]

CHRISSSSSSSS HEY HI HELLOOOO

Anyways I'd like to see ur yuusona's relationship with these 3 characters: 🤖, 🐱, 📚

I felt like asking for Idia and mayhaps Ruggie but then I remembered u already talked about them so lskskwksks decided to ask these ones instead

LET’S GOOOO I’M SO READY FOR THESE!!!!

They’re gonna be long though so uuuuuuuuuuuuh heads up expanding the post!

Ok so first up is Ortho! Homegirl is so protective of him especially after book 6. She probably thought she’d never see him again after what happened in STYX so when he came back to be a student at NRC she was so happy, definitely got close to crying but will deny that forever lmao

She tends to treat him like a little brother because look at him and tell he’s not everyone’s little brother. You can’t you’re lying. She’ll always keep an eye on him when she can and cheers him on in anything that he pursues.

She genuinely believes that Ortho can do anything but will still protect him with her life. 10/10 incredible baby bro

Next up is Grim! The son ever! I’m going to be completely honest in saying that she was totally off-put by him in the very beginning. She didn’t quite understand why she was even being associated with this furball but with time and the necessity of teamwork between them they quickly bonded. He was the first to find out that she’s not a boy in the all boy’s school and even when she doubted him at first, he never let it slip to anyone. They can rely on each other when it really counts and it’s sweet.

She will openly refer to him as her son and she’s not afraid to poke at his pride every now and again (which he needs good gravy) but sometimes she humors his antics a little too much. She will claim that she is his familiar rather than vice versa if anyone calls him a familiar because she knows he hates it and doesn’t mind the title anyway. It’s kinda funny to see people’s reactions too.

Ultimately they have more of a sibling relationship than anything and have each other’s backs. They do love each other like family, 10/10 found family. Would find again

Lastly but not leastly is Mozus Trein! The dynamic between them is actually pretty interesting (to me at least) because it didn’t start out as much. If anything Lucius was the one to break the ice. Chris was always quietly affectionate towards the cat and he’d gotten comfortable hopping up onto her desk during class. She’ll always pet him and say hello and goodbye before and after class and Trein was always amused but never really showed any bias. For a long time Chris was actually a bit intimidated by Trein but slowly warmed up to him as time went on.

The relationship probably reached a pique during the Glorious Masquerade event! Chris was able to spend time with just Trein and Grim while exploring Fluer City so they were able to talk more casually, not having to worry about school for the moment.

She definitely slipped up and called him “dad” at one point, but rather than backing out she decided to commit to the bit for shits and giggles (Watching Trein’s composure waver when instead of apologizing she asked “Dad, am I the disappointment of the family?” Was definitely worth it though he was not expecting that). This of course was a joke between the two of them, as no one would ever drop the subject if they found out about it.

They have an inside joke now, so you might hear one of them mumble a “I raised you better than this” or “you’re not even my real dad” at each other if you listen closely. Of course if you don’t know it’s an inside joke then it might give you the wrong impression as Trein is always deadpan when he jokes… 10/10 best dad Trein

Thank for reading my essay holy moly these just keep getting longer I’m so sorry! 🩵

[anemoiawithatouchofobsession]

Flashback to when I wrote a sageuk kdrama script all by myself

Madam Jung : Where is Yoo-hwa? She should have been here by afternoon. 유화가 어디냐? 오후까지 여기에 왔어야 했다. Myeong Ae: She's in the palace today I think the Prince has taken a liking to her. 유화가 궁에 있아옵니다. 세자저하께서 언니한테 관심이 생겼다는 소문을 들었아옵니다. Madam Jung : I see. I hope she doesn't get swayed by the Prince to stay at the court. 그리하구나. 세자저하께 교태전에 남아있어라고 회둘리지 않기를 바래... Mi Hee : Why? If the Prince likes her, she might receive a lot of money. And maybe she will become his concubine! 왜요? 만약에 세자저하께서 언니를 좋아한다면, 돈을 받을 것이고, 어쩌면 첩이 될지도 몰라요! Madam Jung : Not every gisaeng's path leads to the court. Yoo-hwa is too naive to get into politics, and is too skilled to be an entertainment to the Royal family. 모든 기생들의 길이 궁까지 가야 하는 게 않구먼. 우리 유화가 너무 흔들리기 쉬워서 궁정과 정치에 멀리서 있어야 하네요. 또한, 왕실의 오락거리가 되기에는 너무 숙련되어있는 것인데. Jin Yi : I've heard that the Consort Hee of the Jang family is a very greedy woman. Yoo-hwa would suffer a lot if she gets in that woman's way. As someone who has seen her since she was young, I am worried. 장씨 희빈마마가 욕망이 많은 여자라고 들었어요. 유화는 그 분에게 방해가 된다면 큰 고통을 겪게 될 것입지다. 그 아이를 오랫동란 보는 분이라서 걱정이 됩니다. Jang Sook : Consorts are always greedy. I don't understand why. The court is splitting like a watermelon, the nation is being attacked on the shores, and these women give birth to four of five babies for what? For the land they receive? For their son to be the next king? So they can be the Queen Dowager and order their own son and the court around? 빈궁들은 항상 욕심이 많아요. 왜 그런지 이해하지 않소. 우리 궁정은 수박처럼 갈라지고, 나라는 해안에서 공격당하고, 이 여자들은 무엇 때문에 계속 아기를 낳습니까? 받는 땅을 위해서요? 아들이 생기면 그 불쌍한 아이가 다음 왕이 되기 위해서요? 대비가 되어 아들과 궁정을 명령할 수 있기 위해서요? Madam Jung : (raises hand) We are no one to judge someone else's situation and decisions in life. All we can do is live with it and give the children an example of how to,nor how not to, lead life. 우리는 다른 사람의 상황과 결정을 판단하는 사람이 아니다. 우리가 할 수 있는 것은 우리대로 먹고살고 아이들에게 삶을 영위하는 방법에 대한 본보기를 주는 것입니다.

[inmybook]

The smell of your scent is fading , tell me when you'll be back

So i can start to breathe again and tell you all the things I've been wanting to.

-inmybook

[michuyox]

What do you use to draw? I'm looking for better drawing tools myself, so I thought id ask one of my favorite artists aha-

Hello!! Thank you for asking and for the compliment, it makes me super happy when people ask me for tips even though I'm not good at sharing any 😭, but I'll try my best!

For tablet/device, I use a small and black intuos wacom tablet I got like 4 years ago, and is also my first tablet because I'm poor as hell and too lazy to get a better/new one lmao. But I really recommend small tablets like these to start off with if you're a beginner artist!!

If you have an ipad and prefer drawing directly on a screen, I suggest starting with an apple or just a normal ipad pen!! I have that, and it works out just fine!

But if you wanna try something more fitting and new or "professional", any wacom tablet is perfect in my opinion. That's mostly because I've always drawn with a wacom tablet, but I haven't had any issues with it! Except having to change the nib overtime, but that happens to most tablet pens lmao.

Anywho, screen tablets are the best to use in my opinion. It's easier to draw with which means it also brings out your actual artstyle if that makes sense? Again, this is just my personal experience and may not apply to everyone!!

As for programs, I use medibang! Medibang is an awesome program to use if u wanna start off cheap, it's free so (not sponsored)! It's also great for manga artists or people with an anime-like artstyle. But it also works just fine for anyone!

Another program I think is neat is paint tool sai! This program is also free, and I think many artists already knows what this is lol. I actually started off with paint tool sai when I got my tablet for the first time until I switched over to medibang! To be honest though, paint tool sai has A LOT of buttons and stuff which can get a tiny bit confusing and overwhelming, but that's probably just because I haven't used it in a LONG time.

If you wanna try more professional programs, then procreate is a great deal for you! Costs a little bit og money, but it's totally worth it! It has multiple pretty brushes you can use and you can even make your own brushes and download others, can automatically straighten/smooth your lines, and even has an animation feature! Procreate was my second program on my ipad after ibispaint x (we don't talk about it) and it's worked wonders!

And then the last program, clip studio paint! Not free, but again, it's obviously worth it. It's really good for people who wants to start animating or take art to a next level! I tried it once for free, but I haven't touched it ever since because I'm just so used to draw on medibang at this point and I'm mostly comfortable drawing with it. But it's really great for animation and I really recommend it to anyone who likes to make animatics/animations or comics!

I have nothing else to say, but thank you so much for asking! This was an awesome question <3

[mirjam-writes]

My AO3 Wrapped 2022

I'm a bit late with this, but here we go.

Stories: 15 (2021: 6)

Kudos: 1,248 (2021: 1,434)

Comment Threads: 289 (2021: 115)

Bookmarks: 240 (2021: 336)

Subscriptions: 60 (2021: 33)

Word Count: 123,831 (2021: 58,673)

Hits: 7,863 (2021: 10,028)

My most used tags:

Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Human, First Kiss, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), South Downs Cottage (Good Omens).

This is funny because some years ago I didn't even read Established Relationship fics, and now? My favourite tag I write, but I also read them a lot. Aziraphale and Crowley made an existing relationship interesting, when usually that trope is sprinkled with often unnecessary drama.

What did I write?

I wrote 15 stories. 12 of them were part of zines, or other fandom events, and three were "just" for me. Fics just for me

I posted two parts of Be Still my Soul trilogy. This is my big project and baby, an AU set in Finnish history and civil war. It has also it's own blog, @be-still-my-soul-fanfic where I have written thousands and thousands of words about historical extra notes. The third part will be posted this year.

My first story from the last year was also Finland-themed: Be My Forever is canon compliant story where Aziraphale and Crowley visit a special place Finland. It's soft and sweet!

These three weren't my only Finland themed stories, since also one of my Zine stories (Purple) has a reference to Finland. Oops.

Zines

Last year I set up a goal to be accepted in one zine, and I got into two! I Like Pears (@ilikepearszine) and Our Side: Queer Enough (@oursidezines). The first one was about appreciating foods, and has recipes too! My entry was Purple, and it will teach you the difference between Blueberries and Bilberries. For Queer Enough, I wrote Assumption Is The Mother Of All Fuck-ups, and it's about Anathema struggling with her invisible queerness, as she's in a straight-passing relationship. It was a very personal piece for me.

Fandom Tumps Hate auction

I wrote two fics for FTH auction last year! The prompts I got from the bidders were pretty similar, a getting together AU story in a setting I know well. Two very different stories were born!

!False (It's Funny Because I Know It's true) is an AU about a software company. This story was incredibly fun to write (and I outlined it with my husband) and based on stats it has been the most well liked of all of my stories this year. One of my best ever, actually. It's rated E.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love is an AU about LARP players, and the feelings you catch in-character. This was very ambitious topic, with all the feelings in- and out of character mixing up. I hope I could make it justice! It is very soft and sweet, and rated T.

PS. I'm on that auction again this year, offering one story!

Round Robin

I participated @do-it-with-style-events Discord Server's Round Robin event. It was a really fun exercise where groups of four people wrote four stories in sections: everyone got to start a story, and all the others took turns continuing it with 500-700 words. We weren't allowed to discuss where the story should go, so it was a surprise for all of us. We wrote three lovely stories which have now all been posted: More Than Words (E), Only Sunday Footy (E), Eros (E), Rebels (T). Thank you @elfontheshelves @dashicra and @ashfae for the lovely collaboration!

Guess The Author

I participated Soft Omens Snuggle House server's Guess The Author events four times (it happens monthly). All of my entries were about 500 words, G-rated humorous established relationship shenanigans. And yet people rarely guessed me right! These stories were Gravity (some swordplay), Staging It (planning a heist), Ghost Walk (halloween story) and Christmas Traditions (exactly what it says on the tin) .

How was the year?

I think I improved a lot during the year. If you read Be My Forever and compare it to The Crazy Thing Called Love, or !False (It's Funny Because I Know It's true), I think my English has gotten smoother and flow better.

I also wrote a lot more than I expected, and interacted with the fandom a lot. I think It was a good year. For the next one I imagine I'll finish Be Still, write something kinkier, and at least one rare pair story. And something about S2 when that arrives! And one FTH entry as well.

[itsmeyaboidreamoftheendless]

The Winchesters is just about how war affects children, huh? 

John: The very start we see his PTSD and he has several panic attacks several times. He was 17 when he joined the marines. I saw some say it was because he’s just a violent person and I disagree with that, I think that John was searching for some sort of structure that he lacked. Also considering he was raised by a single mother in the 50s-60s they probably didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t pay for him to go to college (friendly reminder that women weren’t allowed to have their own credit cards until 1974, 2 years after the show takes place and 4 years after John enlists). The US military loves to boast that they will pay for peoples college if they enlist. When John gets home he’s immediately thrown back into another war. He is never given time to adjust back to normal life. 

Mary: She was told her entire life that it is kill or be killed. Her parents never comforted her, never told her that they could protect her, they told her that she needed to protect herself. And this isn’t because they know about the supernatural. When John says he’d afraid of the monster under his bed Henry doesn’t give him a weapon or train him to fight. Henry tells John that he knows how to trap the monster, letting John know that Henry can protect him, that John doesn’t have to worry. Henry wasn’t going to tell John about the supernatural until he was ready. Samuel and Deanna didn’t they told Mary everything before she was ready. They dragged her into a war that she had no choice but to be apart of.

Carlos: He had no intention of being part of the Vietnam War but he had no choice, paralleling how he became a hunter, he had no choice. Carlos has a very similar experience to my grandpa. He was also in the Navy during the Vietnam War except he was on a submarine looking for other submarines. Same as Carlos he was looking for something that was looking back at him. Carlos knew about the supernatural before he went into the Navy, there was some part of him that was used to knowing that there are things watching you in the dark, but there weren’t monsters watching him in the dark like he was used to it was just other people. They were just as scared as he was. This is where Mary’s war differs between Carlos and John’s because they weren’t fighter monsters, things that were objectively bad and trying to destroy the world, they were other people and to them Carlos and John were just as much monsters as they were to Carlos and John.

Lata: She’s a pacifist because she saw what war did to her father and didn’t want to be like him. She also saw her country quite literally be divided. Lata talks about how war affected her country and that war is obviously Partition. She is Northern Indian which is confirmed in episode 3, it’s not said what part of north India she’s from but she would have still grown up very close to the Pakistan-India border or Bangladesh (then East Pakistan [even though the show takes place in 1972 and Bangladesh became independent in 1971, it would have still been East Pakistan when Lata still lived there])-India board. Lata was most like not alive in 1947 when Partition happened but was still a witness to it affects when she was born sometime in the early 50s.       

[onedaughterofman]

I wrote a lot of fics about Ghost but I wonder: which one is the one people recognize me by????

Is it angst? Fluff? The nsfw ones???