#none of that amounts to anything but! interesting to me regardless

[srgntjamesbuckybarnes]

The List (1)

Summary: When a hit list spreads around New York, Bucky’s ex-wife is the only one with any information.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Ex-Wife Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Not Beta’d. I was going to conclude this with an actual ending, but it was getting long so I’ll let the readers decide how it ends. If enough people are interested, I might do a part 2. Comment if you want a part 2.

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Chapter 1

Rumors spread through the underground of New York like the plague. Four murders of New York's most elite in the past 72 hours. Floating around the city was a list of names, a hit list for anyone involved with the mafia. Bucky was no stranger to a threat on his life. Being a mob boss, he constantly walked a thin line, a trapeze artist always one slip away from falling into the hands of death. Bucky had the resources and power to not be taken out so easily. If his name was on the list, he’d be toward the end, but no one knew home long the list was or who was on it. His team had spent the past 3 days searching the city for any information on the list. He had to know who was on it.

“Mr. Barnes, sir,” Peter Parker stammered, catching his breath in the doorway. Peter was a prospect, a good kid with a good head on his shoulders. Bucky couldn't understand why such a gifted kid was so eager to join the mob. Regardless, Bucky couldn’t be happier to have such potential, but the kid picked the wrong time to join them. “We have a lead.”

Bucky’s head snapped up from his desk. He had been engrossed in his own research on his laptop that he had forgotten about his men’s quest. Peter’s spine went rigid under the mob boss’s intense stare. He had yet to get used to it. Peter was certain that was why Bucky’s right-hand man, Steve Rogers, had sent him to retrieve Bucky. Well, that or it was part of Sam Wilson’s attempt at a joke to haze the new guy. Either way, Peter had been a fan of Steve growing up. Steve usually was the face while Bucky worked in the shadows, which only made Bucky more intimidating to Peter. He respected Steve though which is why he found Bucky without hesitation.

“Follow me, sir.”

Standing abruptly, the chair Bucky had been sitting in crashed into the wall behind him with a loud bang. He smoothed his rough palms down the front of his pristine white shirt before straightening his black suit jacket. Without a word, he extended his hand behind Peter, encouraging him to lead the way.

Peter anxiously peered over his shoulder the entire way down the hall. He thought he might have been walking too fast, but Bucky’s pace never faltered. Bucky was hot on his heels, always one step behind him. Stopping unexpectedly outside of the boardroom, Bucky hissed nearly crashing into the teen. Before Bucky could reprimand him, Peter explained, “Before we go inside, Steve told me to give you a message.” Bucky’s shoulders relaxed a bit leaving Peter relieved his boss wasn’t going to chew him out. Still, his own dress shirt began to cling to him with the amount of sweat he was producing. Bucky may have relaxed a bit, but his posture was always disciplined, predatory, and intimidating.

“Spill it out,” Bucky huffed, his hands resting in the pockets of his slacks.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Peter nodded, “Right, um- He said don’t do anything stupid and that we need her.”

The jaw of the boss twitched before he stormed past a confused Peter. His hands pressed into each of the double doors using his full force to slam the doors wide open. All eyes snapped to Bucky as he strode into the room, confidence and determination oozing off of him. Peter ushered in behind him, awkwardly failing to close the doors several times before succeeding. A string of apologies escaped his lips as he stepped further into the room. The serious look Steve shot Peter had him clearing his throat and adjusting his dress coat.

Sam and Steve stood side by side on one end of the room, their arms crossed. They were cautious, guarded rightfully so. Any one of their lives could be on the line. For all they knew, everyone in the room was on the hit list. Spying the woman sitting at the middle of the conference table, Bucky stalked across from her. With his eyes trained on the floor, he dragged the chair away from the table but made no move to sit down as he stepped up to the table.

When his eyes met hers, he puffed out his chest. His arms remained at his sides, his hands burrowing in his pockets. Without so much as a greeting, Bucky began his interrogation, “Who created the hit list.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, a frown etched on her crimson-painted lips. “Right down to business, huh Buck?” A smirk replaced her frown. “I should’ve known, you never were one for much foreplay.”

Bucky pressed his tongue to his cheek. He had expected this, her teasing. It was always a dance between them, one he wanted to avoid by cutting to the chase. She always knew how to rile him up, in more ways than one.

“Princess-”

‘No,” she stopped him with her hand raised, “you don’t get to call me that anymore.”

Bucky snorted, leaning forward, “Isn’t that what you are now?”

“Who is she?” Peter attempted to whisper to Steve, but everyone heard him.

Taking pity on the clueless teen, Sam answered, “She’s Bucky’s ex-wife, Y/N.”

Ignoring the other men, Y/N flashed her diamond engagement ring at Bucky. The light reflected off of the ring making it impossible to miss even from where Steve, Sam, and Peter had been standing.

“That title is pending, followed by queen,” she sassed.

It started out as a term of endearment. Y/N always had a taste for the finer things in life, Bucky’s lifestyle satisfied that craving. He enjoyed spoiling his princess, but that was all she would be. A princess, someone no one would take seriously. It had been an ironic twist of fate that she had met an actual prince after her divorce from Bucky.

Examining the rock on her finger, her signature red nail had been replaced by a nude shade. She was no longer accepting his blood money; she had a good man and clean money now. His eyes traveled back to her face, zeroing in on her red-painted lip. Her hands may be clean now, but her lips were still tainted. The secrets she could talk about his business alone could ruin him which reminded him of why she was here in the first place.

“Who created the hit list, Y/N,” he tried once again to control the conversation.

Pursing her lips, she let him.

“I don’t know,” her gaze dropped to the table, “but I know who has it.”

Finally getting somewhere, Bucky reached back pulling the chair behind him. Once he was seated, he snapped his fingers. Not a moment later, a pen and paper were placed in front of him.

“Give me a name,” Bucky demanded, pen in hand.

Y/N raised her head, the man twirled a pen between his fingers tempting her to sign a deal with the devil. Shaking the image from her head she placed her hand over his, ceasing his movements.

“It’s not that easy. He won't meet with just anyone.”

“He?” Steve asked.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Bucky isn’t just anyone,” Sam called out.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “He may very well be suspect number one. It would be bad for anyone to meet with Bucky alone.” Feeling Bucky’s hand turn beneath her own she went to pull away, but he grabbed her hand.

“What about a future queen?”

Eyeing him beneath her lashes, Y/N pulled her hand back to her chest. Noticing the hesitant look on her face, Bucky leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t a fool to think she was here willingly. She wanted something; she needed something.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Bucky asked, “What do you want?”

Thumbing the ring on her finger, she contemplated lying. She didn’t want to need Bucky, but she did. One look at Bucky and she knew he would see through any lie she would come up with, so she told the truth, “I need protection.” Suddenly she felt exposed with everyone's eyes on her. “If my name is on the list,” her voice shook. She wasn’t Bucky’s dirty little secret. People knew she was his wife, well ex-wife. She had ties to the mob and if her name was on the list or if her fiancé found out, the engagement would be called off.

After a long pause, Bucky spoke, “Get me access to the list and let me worry about the rest.”

Relief flooded Y/N. He could have turned her away. He could have blackmailed the information out of her, but he didn’t. Bucky was a rough man, but he was also kind. She had seen it first-hand for many years. Guilt ate away at her for her earlier actions. He knew she had been engaged but she didn’t need to rub it in his face. She wanted to hurt him but only because he had hurt her. A small part of her hoped he would protect her not because he was kind but because he still loved her.

Y/N was able to request a meeting with the man not even 24 hours later. His assistant had sent her an invitation, but it wasn’t for what she had been expecting. Instead, the man had invited her to a gala. He was a businessman after all, and her appearance would be good for business. At a time when she should be laying low, she was about to attend a high-press event.

It wasn’t long after Bucky was notified that he insisted he escort her. Y/N protested but he had argued that he couldn’t protect her if she was dead. That had convinced her, on one condition, they arrive separately. She was still engaged.

The event was beautiful but high glass windows had Y/N on edge. Anyone could see her. She tried to distract herself by searching for the host. There were so many bodies and no sign of the man who had invited her. In the middle of her search, a hand circled her wrist tugging her in the opposite direction. Y/N began clawing at the man’s wrist, an attempt to pry him off. When he stopped and spun around, she crashed into his chest. With her face in his chest, the unmistakable scent of expensive cologne hit her. She shoved his chest putting enough distance between the two.

“Bucky,” Y/N hissed, “you’re supposed to be laying low.”

Surveying the crowd, Bucky muttered, “I am. It’s you who is running all over the damn place.”

Y/N shook her head glaring at him. Not only did he smell good, but he looked good too. He had shaved since she had last seen him. He had traded in his white dress shirt for a black one, forgoing a bow or tie. The top button of his shirt was open, relieving his collarbone. Instead of drooling over her ex-husband she continued to glare at him. It was easier to hate him than to pine over him.

“If someone takes pictures of us together and my fiancé finds out-”

His cerulean eyes shot down to meet her eyes, “Where is he anyway? Shouldn’t you be asking him for protection? Surely, he has the resources.”

Y/N froze, her hands clutching the sides of her silk gown. “He doesn’t know,” she mumbled, then her voice grew. “He doesn’t know about the list, my past, or about you.” Bucky’s eyes softened. He had his doubts before, but he was certain now that she wasn’t happy. He wanted to gloat, to rub it in her fiancé’s face. He knew Y/N better than her fiancé did, and even better, she wanted to tell him. Bucky wanted to make a joke about how keeping secrets in a relationship was unhealthy, but he kept his mouth shut. Y/N sighed, running her hands down her dress to smooth out the wrinkles she had created. “He’s out of the country right now.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she wrapped her arms around herself. His gaze dropped to the floor, but Bucky’s remained on her.

He recognized a lonely soul when he saw one because he was one himself. His lifestyle left few people he could trust. He hadn’t always been lonely though, and neither had she. Bucky’s hand twitched to reach out and hug her, but he didn’t think she would appreciate that with cameras around. He took in her appearance and couldn’t help the squeeze he felt in his heart.

“You look beautiful.”

A giggle escaped her lips, “Thanks, Buck. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He had meant to cheer her up, but her giggle was unexpected. He missed it, he missed her. Everyone he knew in the mob lifestyle had died in the mob. It was poetic in a live by the sword, die by the sword type of way. No one got out, but she did. With his status, he’d never get out and a selfish part of him wanted to pull her right back in.

“You got out, you got away from the life,” Bucky hummed, admiration in his voice, respect.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I just got away from you.”

It was his turn to laugh, “Now if that were true, I wouldn’t be standing here with you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. I am standing here with you, not you are standing here with me. He meant it. Even if she was here because of him, he was here for her, to protect her. He put her first.

“You of all people know once you’re in there’s only one way out.”

That was it for Bucky. He wasn’t pulling her back in. She never left. They might have been divorced but they had both meant it on their wedding day when they said, “Till death do us part.” Bucky’s calloused hand cupped her jaw just below her ear, pausing. She didn’t push him away. With both hands, she cradled his jaw pulling his face down to meet hers. Their lips brushed one another, slowly at first, testing the waters. Then his other hand slid up the length of her neck, sliding back to tangle his fingers in her hair. It was a dance they were all too familiar with.

The flash of a camera penetrated Y/N’s eyes beneath her closed lids and it was like pouring a bucket of cold water over her. Quickly, she pulled away shoving Bucky’s chest when his lips tried to follow her. She was fucked, royally.

“Y/N?”

Wiping her smudged lipstick, she ignored Bucky’s lingering gaze before turning to face the new voice. A woman in a blue silk dress approached the pair.

“Virginia?” Y/N asked.

The woman waved her hand in the air. “Please, call me Pepper. We spoke on the phone yesterday. Mr. Stark is ready to meet with you. Follow me.”

Without looking back, Y/N followed Pepper through the crowd. She knew Bucky would be right behind her. She would deal with him later. Right now, she needed the names on the list. Upon their arrival, Pepper exited the room, pulling the door shut behind her. On the other side of a glass desk was one of the wealthiest men in the world, Tony Stark.

“Did I interrupt something?” Tony asked eyes darting between Y/N and Bucky. “I swear there wasn’t so much tension before you two walked in.”

Y/N sent him a tight-lipped smile holding up her left hand. “I’m engaged.”

Tony shrugged, “What you do is none of my business. Besides, something like this would be published on the front page.” Y/N’s stomach dropped. “You know what they say, all press is good press.”

“Says the man with a new woman every week,” Bucky grumbled.

Tony smiled. “Precisely, I would know.”

“Mr. Stark-”

Tony loosened the bow tie around his neck. “Call me Tony.”

“Tony,” Y/N corrected, “so you know anything about a list?”

With a raised eyebrow Tony laughed, “If it’s a list you want, I suggest you talk to Pepper. She handles all of that stuff.”

“Not just any kind of list,” Y/N took a step forward, her hands clasped in front of her, “a hit list.” From this distance, Y/N couldn't miss the way Tony’s eyes shifted to Bucky.

“Are you looking to assassinate anybody?”

Bucky held up his hands, “I’m just looking to protect the people I care about.”

Y/N stood still, watching the intense stare-off between the two.

Eventually, Tony sighed, “I don’t want to be in the middle of any of this.” He tapped a few keys on the computer on his desk before turning the screen. “You better get out of here before your fiancé sends someone.”

“What?” Y/N gasped, blindly clutching Bucky’s forearm beside her. Both of their names were written in green on the list. Beneath them were some of Bucky’s most trusted men; their names written in white.

Tony leaned back in his chair. “Green means active. You’re both next on the list and judging by the number of cameras here, someone probably already knows you’re here.”

“You knew,” Bucky growled.

Tony barely flinched. “Your names weren’t active until recently. Other people’s lives are on the line. I can’t get to everyone in time.”

“Wait, why would my fiancé send someone, he’s not even in the country,” Y/N asked, trying to wrap her head around everything.

Tony frowned. “Your fiance is the one who put the hit list out. What better alibi for your significant other’s death than being out of the country at her time of death.”

Y/N would have collapsed if it wasn’t for Bucky’s quick reflexes. He wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her weight.

“Why?” Y/N whispered wide-eyed.

Bucky wanted to drag her out of the building toward safety but was there even a safe place? People already knew their location.

Tony shrugged. “The New York mobs aren't the only mobs out there. They're all over the country, they're in other countries. There are some real higher-ups in the mafia in other countries. The mafia controls everything, it's one of the most powerful positions. Take out other mobs and you can control more area, more power.”

Y/N felt sick. When she said you never get out once you get in, she hadn’t realized how deep she was in life now. Turning to Bucky, he was already on his phone typing. “Bucky, we need to go.”

“No. I text Steve, he’s rounding everyone up. They’ll be here soon.”

Tony’s eyes widened, his eyebrows reaching his forehead. “You can’t be serious. There are cameras everywhere. This will be plastered on every news station.”

Bucky shrugged, lifting the back of Y/N’s hand to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, a quiet promise to protect her. “All press is good press.”

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[nicksbestie]

Nooks And Crannies - M. Sturniolo

a series

part one

Summary : You always seem to be somewhere in the bookstore Matt works at, never buying anything, just reading, and while Matt is technically not supposed to talk to customers for so long while he's on the clock, he can't help himself.

Warnings : none yet!

Word Count : 1048

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : a series from me!! what a shock!! i hope i can actually keep this going <3 i'm such a sucker for soft matt, so here is bookworm matt !

Matt sighed as he opened the door to The Ivy, but it wasn’t a sigh of dread.

It was one of relief, one of anxiety rolling off of his shoulders. He felt so lucky to have a job that he genuinely enjoyed and paid him enough to be happy and comfortable. His work really was like a second home for him. It was a smaller, yet gorgeous, bookstore combined with a coffee shop, and all of it really had a home owned feel, because they weren’t part of any corporate line. They paid better than the corporate line did, and because they were on a popular street downtown, they brought in a great amount of profit compared to some other smaller stores.

Matt was the type of person to cover anyone’s shift because he genuinely would love to be at the bookshop. The money was just a bonus for him. Matt was an organizer, someone who was neat and tidy, and the bookshop gave him the room to do that, and combine it with one of his favorite interests, reading. He had been working this job for almost three years, having started it as his full time job just after he had graduated from high school, and he couldn’t see himself ever wanting to leave. He and his brothers had a comfortable home with three combined incomes, and he was truly happy.

As he clocked in, he smiled at the customer patiently waiting to check out books, waving them over to his register. Checkout wasn’t his favorite, he preferred to be working between the aisles of books, but he did still enjoy it. He didn’t think that there was a single part of his job that he actively disliked, because it was very rare that he dealt with someone who didn’t want to be in there. That was one of his favorite things about working in the store that he did, because it was a form of retail, but it wasn’t really retail. Nobody was in there because they had to be, besides the workers. They were all in there because they wanted to be, and because of that, they were generally much nicer to the employees. 

Matt easily helped the person buy their books, complimenting the choices they’d made. Matt had read just about all of the best sellers in the shop, and continued to pick up the new books as they came in. He always struck up a conversation with everyone he checked out, regardless of how tired he was, or if he was having a bad day. He found himself really enjoying getting to share thoughts on his favorite books, give recommendations, and still get to enjoy the benefits of being paid for it. Sometimes customers would come back while he was working, and they would get to talk about their favorite moments of books that they had both read. 

Once the line behind the checkout had cleared out, many conversations later, many book recommendations given out, and happy customers leaving, Matt logged out of the register, letting a coworker take over to train someone new, and he went to go help unload more books. That was his favorite part, because he got to read the back of all of the books, see which ones interested him, and then because he was the one putting them on the shelves, he knew exactly where they were and could go buy them while he was off the clock. He had a rule. He never bought new books the day that they were delivered, no matter how much he really wanted to. Sometimes they could sell out very quickly, but he always waited at least one day before buying them, so that someone who didn’t work there and wasn’t there all the time like he was could get a chance at getting them.

The Ivy was a gorgeous little store, and it really felt like a cozy little oasis in the middle of a busy downtown area. He loved all of the small, almost hidden, spots in the store, near windows in the back. There was one space that was hidden by a sliding bookshelf, and there was a handle there, but Matt had never seen anyone figure it out. They often pulled on it instead of sliding it, and when it didn’t move, they assumed that it was simply decorative. Matt always stayed there during his break, as the bookshelves surrounding that little nook were double-sided, and he had more books to pick up and read. 

The Ivy drew people in, and once you sat in one of the comfortable seats by the window, you’d lose track of time, but it wouldn’t matter anyways, because you’d never want to leave. And no, Matt was definitely not speaking from experience. As much as Matt loved to help people find things that they would enjoy, stocking shelves really gave him some quiet time to just focus on his work and enjoy his surroundings. Matt was a people watcher. While he was stocking shelves, people simply ignored his presence. He didn’t take this personally, people often overlook the employees. This worked very well for him, as he got to observe people.

He saw all kinds of people. He saw couples who came in and bought books for each other, people who came in with headphones and a coffee and walked up and down the aisles, reading the backs of book after book, the little kids who came in and pored over the stickers and the coloring books, and the older people who flip through the magazines and never actually buy anything, but they walked out with a smile on their face. There were the regulars at the coffee shop that Matt saw walk through the bookstore portion, and the people who hung out over there as well. There weren’t a lot of regulars, but Matt tried his best to take notice of every person who came into the store. 

It wasn’t until Matt went to take his break that he realized he had missed someone, which wouldn’t be a shock to him normally, as the place was usually quite busy. But this time, as he slid the bookshelf to the side, there was someone already sitting in his usual chair.

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[lancermylove]

MC is a What!? (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: DB with gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @smut-simp

Prompt: Guess What? I'm back. Ok, so i love mythical creatures (and you). But i wanted to ask for MC who is like a secret god/goddess. Lemme give you a description. MC had a terrible, no-good, very bad day. And they were in their room crying, so now they have a headache and its even worse bc the horns are hidden and straining against their head. so MC lets them out along with the wings bc their back hurts from being curled up for so many hours in a corner.) NOTE: Sorry if this is a long ask, i'm just so freaking eager. *Cries in simp* Also, i have like 3 more suggestions that i'm still thinking about, soooooo yeah I Love You SM <3 Hope You Have The Best Day Ever! :)

A/N: Soooo this was supposed to be a quick ask, and it turned into an HC. 😋 Awww thank you! 💖 I love mythical creatures too! I added the description you gave for the god/goddess appearance in the prologue. :3 Thank you! I hope you have a great day and HNY! I hope 2024 is the BESTEST year ever for you. 🤗

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Prologue:

This was your worst day in Devildom, and your breakdown was taking a toll on your mental health as well as your physical form. Not the form you showed others, but your true form - that of a god/goddess. You never told anyone this secret as you feared being seen as a fish out of water in Devildom.

When others looked at you, they saw a 'normal' human, but what exactly did you see when you looked at yourself in the mirror? Four large white wings with golden outlines; slightly glowing eyes the color of gold; two golden horns that curved from just above your ears and stood six inches above your head; a shiny white and gold striped halo balancing atop the horns; a third eye on your forehead with massive, long eyelashes that was white and glowed; a huge deep gold tattoo on your stomach in the shape of a person sitting crisscrossed, using magic, and the three realms.

You were able to hide all of this from the others, but the bad day had drawn tears to your eyes. In turn, you had a headache, which kept getting worse due to the strain of the horns on your head. However, the amount of magic it was taking you to hide your form took the highest toll on you. For a while, you stared at your tears that were made of gold (literally). Was it worth it to continue tormenting yourself to hide your true form? Shaking your head, you shattered the magic around you, and instantly, your deity form was on display.

Unfortunately for you, he had learned you were having a bad day and entered your room. He generally knocked, but today, he assumed you would tell him to leave you alone.

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Lucifer froze. The amount of divine energy flowing from you made it difficult for him to breathe.

A while back, he had suspected that you were hiding something from them but wasn't expecting you to be a god/goddess. Regardless, Lucifer remained unfazed by your appearance and was more concerned with your sadness.

He forced himself to come closer to you, even though his body told him not to. Wordlessly, the first brother sat on the edge of your bed and gently stroked your head, avoiding touching your horns.

"It hurts. My horns hurt!"

Lucifer knew from personal experience how annoying horns could be and how heavy wings could feel at times. The Avatar of Pride didn't ask you questions, nor was in interested in learning anything about you at that moment. His energy was forced on trying to calm you down and provide you with a soothing touch.

However, one question nagged Lucifer's mind: why was a deity in Devildom? If Lucifer didn't trust you, he would have thought you were there on a mission to study the demons as the heavens were planning a war against Devildom.

His jaw dropped. Where was (y/n), and who was this creature? Why was there such a strong divine aura flowing from it? Wait, was that creature you? You were a god/goddess?

Mammon's head spun, but hearing your anguished sobs tore at his heart. He wanted to bombard you with questions but knew this was not the right time.

It took him a little struggle to get closer to you as your divinity was too dizzying for him. However, Mammon wanted nothing more than to help you calm down.

When he saw your gold tears, the Avatar of Greed's eyes widened. He had a moment of weakness where he considered taking your tears and selling them to make A LOT of dough but had to remind himself that this was neither the place nor the time to think about money. That didn't mean he wasn't planning to take your 'tears' afterward with your permission, of course.

Mammon sat by your side and held onto your hand as he gently patted your shoulders. His eyes wandered around to take in your majestic form.

Maybe you had your reasons to hide the truth from them. However, he hoped you would tell him the truth once you calmed down.

Eh? EHHHH? You were a god/goddess all along? Why didn't you tell them? He thought you were a normie human all along. If he knew you were a deity that looked like they were straight out of an anime, Levi wouldn't have given you such a hard time.

He was lost in thoughts until he heard your whimpers. His shoulders slumped. Though, he was a little uncomfortable as he didn't know how to make you feel better. Regardless, Levi still pushed past the invisible barrier around you that attempted to push him away.

Levi hesitated to touch you because he didn't know if your light would have a negative effect on him. After a while of thinking, he sighed and gently stroked your cheeks. That was when he saw your gold tears. Talk about your tears being priceless.

Since he didn't know what to say, Levi stayed silent, gently stroking your cheek, head, and arm and even taking a chance at caressing your wings. They were even softer than Lucifer's wings in the Celestial Realm.

Unlike some of his brothers, Levi didn't consider you would be there to spy on them or have any ill-intention toward them. You were still (y/n) to him - a friend, crush, and sweet normie, not a force of divinity.

Satan wondered if he was in the presence of a god/goddess and took a moment to analyze your aura. Once he confirmed, the Avatar of Wrath felt breathless. He knew being around your divine form for a prolonged period would have a negative effect on him. However, he couldn't bring himself to walk away and leave you in tears.

The Avatar of Wrath took a deep breath and forced himself to get closer to you. His eyes scanned each and every detail on your body, but he was most fascinated with the tattoos of the three realms. Why would a deity have a tattoo of all three realms? Did you have a special power, or were you an overseer of all three realms? Someone who transgressed ordinary gods/goddesses.

He had to force himself to swallow his curiosity as your well-being and happiness came before. So, Satan made a mental note of all his questions and sat down beside you. His touch was gentle but still hesitant.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Those were the only words he said. If you chose to tell him, Satan paid close attention to your words; if you chose to remain silent, he didn't force you to say anything.

Once you were in a better state of mind, Satan planned to get answers to his questions and hoped you would tell him the entire truth.

As someone who admired beauty above all, Asmo was speechless. He never thought he would see a being more beautiful than him, but you proved him wrong.

Asmo was so enamored by your appearance that, for a while, he zoned out and didn't hear your sobs or see your tears. His only focus was on taking in every inch of your beautiful appearance. He only snapped out when you let out a small cry of pain.

At first, he didn't want to come closer, knowing his dark aura would not mix well with your light one, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain.

Little by little, he eventually came closer to you and tried to talk to you. Asmo wanted to know why you were in pain and crying, among many other things. The Avatar of Lust knew he couldn't stay in your presence for long without being affected, so he tried his best to learn the reason for your sadness and find a solution.

Seeing your appearance brought back memories of the Celestial Realm, which made him realize something. How had he not heard about a being like you before? Had Michael and, maybe, Lucifer known of your existence and hid it from others, or did they not know about you?

Beel was surprised by your appearance, but unlike his brothers, he didn't think about who you were or why you hid your appearance or divine aura.

His focus was only on your tears. Why were you crying, and what could he do to make you feel better? Beel tanked his way closer to you without worrying about the effects of your divinity on his body or mind.

"What's wrong, (y/n)? Did someone do something to hurt you?" He patiently waited for your answer. His eyes wandered to your wings, and had you not been sad, Beel would have smiled slightly. Your wings slightly reminded him of Lilith and her wish to have beautiful wings. He couldn't help but think that if she was alive, she would have loved this form of yours.

Once you gathered enough strength to tell Beel you were having a bad day, he tried his best to help you by talking to you, giving you hugs, and sharing his food. If you tell him someone caused that sadness, Beel will 'take care' of the person for you right in front of you so that you can smile. Whatever it takes, he will do.

Belphie had to force himself to stay grounded as his first instinct was to run out of your room. Compared to his brothers, your aura had a crushing effect on him. He wanted to walk away, but seeing the way you looked at him, tugged at his heart.

The Avatar of Sloth wondered just how much magic you had to be able to constantly conceal your presence from everyone. He understood you were a god/goddess, but even deities have limits. Belphie slowly got closer to you but didn't dare to touch you. Once you concealed your divinity, he planned to make it up to you by hugging you and not letting go.

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" It was evident he was concerned about you.

"Bad day...my wings...and horns feel...heavy..."

He could completely understand your problem, as his horns were the heaviest out of his brothers. At times, he purposely avoided his demon form just so he didn't have to deal with the burdens of the heavy horns.

Knowing he couldn't help you much, Belphie considered calling Solomon over to try to alleviate your pain. But would the sorcerer be able to help? Moreover, would he attempt to use you for his own benefit or to help humanity?

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The fandoms unfathomable arrogance in demanding how RWBY should be revived

As some of you might know Dillon Goo has expressed interest in acquiring and working on reviving RWBY from its current state. He is a very talented animator who has worked with Shane Neville for quite some time now and released animations that were even shared on our subreddit. Even GLITCH animation studio has expressed a passing interest in Dillon Goo talking about RWBY.

Regardless, this has of course received a positive reception for the most part, but it did not take long for detractors to come out of the woodwork and take issue with possible involvement of Shane, and saying things like "If CRWBY isnt a part of this, im not interested" "If CRWBY isnt in this, Montys vision is ruined.

This is a rant against those people, warning, high amounts of sodium ahead

I have seen many people say that if anyone ever aquires the RWBY IP, that CRWBY should then HAVE to be hired or these people will NEVER support the projects in question. They say that its because people like Miles and Kerry know "Montys Vision", that they know what he wanted and thus without them, RWBY would not longer be RWBY.

Let us be very clear here you entitled shits. You dont have much of a choice. RWBY is dead, its laying down on the fucking medical table, its heart is no longer beating. Its clinically a corpse. Who the fuck do you think you are to make demands of any kind of revival the show can get? You are not in a position to choose or demand anything, you either accept any kind of revival of RWBY, even if its not perfect in your eyes (Welcome to the shoes of the critics) or you quit and let RWBY die.

But let us fucking remember that many people in the fandom were gleefuly saying that they will support RT and RWBY when it was revealed how mismanaged RT was and how they abused their workers. I saw multiple people go and say "Yeah, this sucks, but i will still support RT because i want RWBY to continue". We had multiple threads in r/RWBY saying to support RT so that RWBY would continue and even moralizing that people who engage in piracy are just selfish people.

You were willing to kneel before an abusive corporation and open your wallets to it without fucking question to keep RWBY going. But now when there is a possibility that RWBY might continue on and just MIGHT possibly do so without CRWBY (Which is not even a guarantee). You throw in the fucking towel? THIS was your fucking red line? CRWBY not working on the show?

At that point, just be honest and say what you really believe.

You are fucking DICKSUCKING Miles and Kerry as if they were the ONLY ones working on the show alongside Monty and know his "vision". Well, let me ask you then why in the fuck do you put so much effort in shitting on Shane huh!?

Its always "Oh, we need the people who worked with Monty" but EVERY SINGLE FUCKING time i go on twitter right now i see someone whining or being worried about "Well, but what about Shane".

Shane worked with Monty from the very fucking start! When he was eventually booted out of the company and made his open letter, most of the things in that letter were then confirmed MORE AND MORE with each passing year! He cared about Montys vision so much he was willing to call out RT before ANYONE ELSE! And we know for a FACT that MK did not follow the "vision" because the things that Monty and Shane worked on for Volume 3 were not used in Volume 3 and were then reused in later volumes.

I repeat, NONE of you shits cared about Montys "vision" nor do you genuinely care about it now. What you care about is CRWBY. What you care about is the parasocial relationship between you and creators of a show you like when it panders to you.

Because Shane was there from the very fucking start. And now hes the fandoms fucking Satan who the fandom tried so fucking hard to demonize over the years. Didnt care about Montys vision then did you!?

Oh and by the way, didnt we hear for YEARS now that there is a RWBY bible? That everything in RWBY is planned? That we had an outline for like 11-13 seasons!? Well if there exists such a bible, who gives a shit if CRWBY is involved in any kind of Volume continuation. If the bible exists anyone with skill and interest can read it and create what is meant to be created!

Of course unless the bible has always been a crock of shit fed to the fandom to try and pretend that the show wasnt writen by the fucking seat of its pants. (Which it WAS!)

So let me end with this.

Miles and Kerry are not gods. They are not angels. They are not perfect beings and bearers of the "Word of Monty" they are WRITERS! And just like with ANY part of CRWBY, the companies that might want to remake RWBY or write Volume 10 can choose to NOT take them onboard.

And that is FINE!

I do not mind if people wish or prefer that CRWBY were involved with any kind of RWBY continuation. What i fucking hate is this hypocritical DEMAND to keep CRWBY on board or otherwise "Its not real RWBY". Because i will repeat for the third fucking time.

The Fandom seems to not give even a single solitary fuck about RWBY, they seem to only care about CRWBY.

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The Entire Group Having Feelings for the Reader Headcanons (Bucciarati’s Gang)

↳ Fem!Reader; pronouns aren’t specified but is written as a girl. Reader is around Bruno and Abbacchio in age. Their sexuality is undefined, but is written as liking women. It’s made clear the Reader is not interested in anyone on the team/doesn’t reciprocate anyone’s feelings.

Summary: Having once been the newbie on Bucciarati’s team, a certain amount of unwanted attention was to be expected from your peers. However, the reactions to your inclusion on the team were more than you bargained for.

Warning(s): None.

The first one you’re going to catch harboring a little crush is most likely Narancia. Still young, he heard there would be a girl joining the group and his interest was immediately peaked. Weirdly enough, Bruno was quite keen on brushing past that fact.

One small comment from Giorno- feeling the need to point out how Narancia was considerably less friendly towards him his first week -and it was soon obvious to you what was going on here.

In all honestly, everyone knew right away and no one took it seriously. It was difficult for the others to not notice, considering Narancia would follow you everywhere and take every possible opportunity to include you in something.

The dismissiveness of his feelings also came from you yourself; to the point where it only ever crossed your mind if someone else made a jab at Narancia’s expense.

You did scold the others for making comments about it though, finding it insensitive. Sure, the age gap is a clear enough indication nothing will ever come of it, but you don’t go out of your way to be rude.

Only once did you have to not-so-subtly turn him down. He never really acted on it, but he did have the tendency to showing off for you whenever he could.

One particular occasion of him doing so, Fugo had made a snide remark at Narancia’s expense. “Oh, please, you’re only doing this because you like her. It’s embarrassing,” he told him outright.

Sensing a possible fight, you laughed it off and said affectionately, “Leave him alone! He’s just being sweet. Besides, nothing’s ever gonna happen. He’s like a brother to me.”

Could you have handled it better? Probably. Was that a blow to Narancia’s confidence? Definitely. Did it articulate your feelings in manner he could understand? Most certainly.

He’s a nice kid, you recall thinking on the matter, Someone’s gonna fall head over heels for him someday. Guys like him always find genuine love.

Little did you know at the time, there were other reasons as to why no one else took Narancia’s affections all too seriously.

The next one you noticed catching feelings was Mista. However, this time around the realization was abrupt and much more difficult for you to brush off.

Sitting next to him on Bucciarati’s couch, you’d been relaxing together one afternoon.

It was the first time you two ever had done so; much to your excitement. Your heart swelled with hope, internally eager to soon be considered a part of their little family.

Then he just had to try putting an arm around you.

Your attitude over responding to Mista’s advances is notable compared to the others, because he acts very specifically towards you. He openly and clearly flirts. And a forward approach warrants a forward rejection. It’s an attitude you remember Abbacchio positively commenting on.

You turned your head, hands motionless on your lap. Yet your eyes were fueled with firm resolve, a slight squint to them.

“No thank you,” is what you simply said, more than enough for him to remove his arm and even put a few more inches between the both of you.

That honesty is respected by him, though. It causes him to change his approach for a while. And at some point, he likely realized you’re not looking for anything like that from him.

Regardless, both him and Narancia still continue to follow you around like lost puppies. Clambering for your attention and approval.

The closeness at least formed a genuine friendship with the two, one that you truly hold dear. And if the lack of any confessions is any indication, they appreciate it as well.

And where those two go, Fugo is usually following close behind them with a sour look on his face.

You just had to laugh; the trio was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Narancia and Mista welcomed you with open arms, much to Fugo’s clear annoyance. He was put off by their quick acceptance of you, likely being one of the first to point out that it’s ‘because you’re a girl.’

What really seemed to set him off initially was that they started including you in the three’s tiny click within the group as a whole. Now it isn’t just the three of them anymore, there’s a forth person taking up space.

Wouldn’t suggest mentioning it to Mista or he may genuinely consider kicking Narancia to the curb.

Eager to please, as well as apologize for disrupting this friend group’s dynamic, you tried your hardest to see eye-to-eye with Fugo.

Fortunately, the only difficult part was finding things to talk about after some time passed and he begrudgingly accepted that you were there to stay. After that, it was a slow but natural progression.

Soon, he seemed to tolerate your presence much better. Then, he started instigating conversations with you instead of it strictly being the other way around. Once enough of a bond was established, you’d started getting the impression he would much rather spend time with you than the other two.

Like with Mista, the realization hit you while sitting right next to him. It was out of the blue, as Fugo hadn’t said a word to you that day. No, your mind was just wandering and happened to connect the dots.

Well, shit. You had laughed out loud, earning confused looks from the three around you.

You were honestly concerned; more so than with the others. You couldn’t brush it off as easily as you could with Narancia, as Fugo’s timidness on the matter could mean he’d just become upset. Couple that with his short temper, and you feared you could lose his friendship over it.

Your worries were proven to be unfounded, luckily. After some discussion with Narancia and Abbacchio, you learned Fugo doesn’t actually want anything from you.

You’re silently thankful, happy to coexist with him just as normal. He could have his little crush, and still hold onto a very real friendship. Quite mature of him, but never something you’d never compliment him on directly.

In fact, thinking of Fugo makes you reminiscent of Giorno’s admittedly weird style of approach.

By then you had said… what, maybe two or three sentences in total to the kid? But out of the blue, one morning, you passed him while leaving the house.

He stopped you in your tracks, holding out his hand in front of you and keeping you still. For a moment, he was silent. But before you could open your mouth and ask him “What’s wrong?” he beat you to the punch.

You… admittedly don’t remember exactly what he told you. Something poetic about your beauty… yeah. It was the type of sentiment that was thought out thoroughly beforehand.

Still, despite feeling guilty over not remembering, it’s easy to assume it doesn’t really matter. Considering he completely went radio silent on the subject afterwards.

Perhaps he just felt like he really needed to say something before moving on, you figured.

And honestly, credit where credit is due, both Giorno and Fugo kept their distance. Enough to express it was a simple crush and nothing more. You were glad you never had to vocally turn them down, because they already understood you weren’t the one for them.

You entertained the idea of them maybe bonding over it. Talking about girls while they braid each other’s hair, you giggled to yourself, amused by the thought.

Speaking of bonding, through almost it all, Abbacchio was your rock.

It was a rough start with him, no question. For the first couple of weeks he was very critical of your decisions on missions and outside of them rarely gave you even a passing glance.

But he gradually became your scapegoat when the others were tripping over themselves for your time. Even Bruno insisted on getting his far share of time with you.

You had came to Abbacchio first, confinding in him and taking his advice very seriously. That was something he appreciated. Abbacchio’s casual attitude was a breath of fresh air when you really needed it, and was surprisingly understanding of your viewpoint (The prospect of possibly upsetting Giorno’s got to factor into that, right?).

The two of you mostly spend time together one-on-one, whether in deep conversation or comfortable silence. The foundation of your friendship was born from complaining, but you found other subjects to focus on as well.

It was, with hindsight, the most shocking development yet. Out of everyone there, you weren’t expecting to become close to Abbacchio… ever, really.

The closer you got, the more you were able to appreciate his character. He’s got a surprisingly good sense of humor, and looks after everyone on the team more than he’s given credit for. Most of all, he’s a really good listener if you’re completely h-… Are you… are you kidding me? What is happening?

You actually doubted your guess this time around for a good while; it’s far too absurd! Abbacchio’s a reserved individual, so it wasn’t as noticeable after all.

But conversations with the others made it all too clear. They knew him better than you, and when it comes to Abbacchio, no one is going to lie about his feelings just for the sake of it.

Regardless, like Giorno and Fugo, he kept his lips sealed whenever you’re around.

You felt a good amount of guilt having vented to him in the past, but if he wasn’t saying anything, you weren’t going to either.

By the time you one day received word that Bucciarati wished to speak to you in private, you seriously contemplated ditching him entirely. However, you respected the man too much to do so.

It’s an ungodly hour, you point out helplessly to yourself. I have no idea what on earth he wants to talk to me about right now, and at this point I don’t even want to know.

Your mental ramblings pause in tandem with your feet, stopping firmly in front of your boss’s office door. You shiver, pulling your robe over your front to the point of overkill. Peaking between the bottom of the door and the floor below, you smile upon seeing light still illuminating from within.

Yes, it’s an ungodly time. But both Bucciarati and I work late at night often anyways, you reason. With that in mind, you knock gingerly.

You hear a gentle “Come in,” from within the room. Smiling, you already feel Bucciarati’s aura of comfort. Entering, you spot him hunched over behind his desk. A laptop sits open on its wooden surface, but his attention’s been turned away by now.

“Apologies for asking you to come here so late,” he chuckles, returning your pleasant expression.

“It’s not very professional of you, Capo,” you jest lightheartedly. Moving swiftly, you sit yourself down on a chair placed opposite to him.

“Fair enough,” he decides, crossing his legs. “How’s your day gone, tesoro?”

You hum, contemplating his question. It’s sweet; something he always asks whenever he can. Thinking of Abbacchio, then everyone else in turn, you barely give yourself another chance to breathe while you lay out all that you’ve experienced thus far.

You loved the team, but you’d be lying if you said everyone’s affection wasn’t getting to you a little. Most of all, you worried how their feelings could effect the team as a whole. And ever since discovering how Abbacchio feels, you haven’t had anyone to discuss it with anymore.

You weren’t sure if Bruno could really do anything about it. Hell, you didn’t know if you really wanted him to. Just to talk about it unfiltered was enough weight taken off your shoulders.

Minutes pass before your voice dies down, taking in short breathes. With wide eyes, you stare at Bucciarati expectantly. However, much to your discomfort, he remains silent. His head is tilted away from you and down at his desk, pupils remaining fixated in one position. It’s a clear sign he’s in deep thought, something you’re wary of disturbing.

A moment is too long for you to wait, quick to become self conscious over your word-vomit.

He clears his throat, catching your full attention once more. Adjusting the front of his collar, his eyes were glued to your own. During a mission it would be grounding, or maybe even a little intimidating. Any other time it would be comforting. Now, the nervous energy pouring from his person offers the exact opposite.

Quietly, he simply says, “…Maybe we should talk another time, then.”

At that point, you didn’t know why you were shocked. Leaving his office, there was no doubt.

Bruno was fair, not the type to ever play favorites with anyone on the team. But upon reflection, you realize he dotes on you in a special way.

Not only did he accept and voice your place on the team almost immediately, but he seemed to request your presence during peaceful moments just as much as anyone else in the group.

And by the time you new about everyone else, that should have been a dead giveaway.

Fights or arguments had over you is never something you’ve seen for yourself. According to Narancia and Abbacchio, they do happen. The how and why is kept so vague you almost believed they were just pulling your leg.

The last time it was talked about, there was no more room for doubts on whether or not they actually occurred.

Bruno happened to be present when Narancia was talking to you about it. He was quick to step in, downplaying whatever goes on during those arguments. After that, he silenced the discussion entirely.

You were a little disappointed the subject suddenly became taboo after that day, but was also quite grateful. It was clear he took your worries very seriously, considerate of your comfort with the rest of the team.

But time marches on, making the first year with Passione feel like a lifetime ago.

You long became a part of their found family, and the idea of the others crushing on you hardly ever floats around in your brain anymore.

And when it comes to the members you’re close to in age, all thoughts of “What if…” or “Just maybe…” eventually fizzle out from their minds as well.

How could they persist? Especially after one day, when you came home from a lunch out with an old friend of yours. Smiling wide and blushing from head to toe, you couldn’t help but cheerfully tell the group about the person you now happily call your girlfriend.

[ceilingfan5]

boy enrichment

happy friday! another one for @taznovembercelebration "YES"

“So like, I don’t know any of this nerd shit,” Taako says, flipping his hair a little. “But the lil’ man wants to play, and I want him to get to play, because the next time he gets the zoomies and I have to play Risk I’m gonna fuckin’ Risk It All, you know what I mean? No offence, Ango.” 

“None taken, sir! If I took offence at all of your flippant and seemingly disparaging comments made to distance yourself from real feelings and maintain the dangerously seductive comfort of irony, I’d be in a sorry state, probably!” Angus grins a great big gap toothed grin, not even looking at Taako, who just sort of accepts this as normal. Both of them look at Kravitz expectantly, and he, stunned, realized he’s meant to be formulating an answer and not just being more floored than the sad, sad fucking arcade carpet he won’t replace because he’d have to lose like, a WEEK of business. 

Also it’s vintage. 

“But I’m not!” Angus says, probably for Kravitz’s benefit, and also as a politer way to kick someone under the table, especially when you cannot kick under the counter of his game store. 

“Right,” Kravitz says. “So you want to play DnD.”

“Oh, more than anything, sir!” Angus does a little wiggle that betrays the absolute carbonated excitement lurking under his carefully controlled little bow-tie ass calm. “But even, perhaps, if it were possible to be more than anything and then more than that again, as how some infinities are larger than other infinities, as you may remember from the siren song of calculus, I really, really want to DM!”

“You want to DM?” Kravitz eyes the ten year old. Ten? He thinks Taako said ten. He might have also said five, and that’s definitely not true. Probably. No, definitely. Five is like double toddler. Right? Double and a half? “Dungeon Master,” Angus says helpfully, opening his mouth and taking a thrilled deep breath to elaborate ‘for Kravitz’s benefit’. 

“Right. Well, sh- heck, young man, uh, I admire your enthusiasm,”

“Don’t worry, you can swear in front of me! I’m perfectly well aware of what sort of words you say in what sort of situations. In fact, I’ve been learning a lot about code-switching, and-”

“Hey, lil’man, you gotta win the sale to infodump,” Taako nudges in a stage whisper.

“Right!!!!!” Angus straightens up, vibrating like a Looney Toons arrow. “Regardless, would it be possible to DM at your game store Mr. Kravitz? I promise I would follow any rules and guidelines you set out as appropriate based on your store code of conduct, even if they’re stupid, and Taako can help me bring snacks if that is acceptable!”

Kravitz laughs, getting the hang of it now. He gets it. Maybe he doesn’t get Angus specifically yet, or even kids in general, but oh, does he recognize this flavor. And he would fucking love to enable it as far as he’s allowed. 

“You know what, I do think I have an open table. I’ll put out feelers and see who’s interested. Do you mind a rotating party, or would you prefer to lock in for a certain amount of time?”

“Hmmmm,” Angus says, screwing up his face and clearly mentally flipping through his campaign notes. “Let me consider and prioritize.”

“Yeah, you consider and prioritize, maybe shop around a little, and I’ll chat with your, uh,”

“Taako,” Taako smoulders, which provides no fucking context whatsoever. Who are you to him. ELABORATE!!

“Taako,” Kravitz agrees with a smile. 

Angus bolts off so fast to look at the campaign books and dice that he leaves an Angus-shaped cloud behind, and Taako and Kravitz stifle laughter, because it’s still not like, a huge store, and the little guy probably hears everything he isn’t supposed to. 

“Precocious,” Kravitz says fondly. “You don’t know the half of it,” Taako sighs. “I can’t keep up with him half the time. But man, he cares so hard it wears a hole through me and when I eat it falls out of me like a cartoon skeleton.”

“So true.” Kravitz can’t help but laugh. They’re more the same than Taako may realize. They reek of the same vibe, like the kind of candle you wanna take a big bite out of. “He’s yours?”

“Insomuch as a stray cat is yours, you know?” Taako leans on the game counter and sigh, toying with his hair again, which Kravitz recognizes is a flirting technique and is somehow still kneecapped by. “Like, you can be like, hey, who the fuck lets cats outside? They’re gonna decimate the goddamn bird population, and then where will we be?”

“Ten percent less birdful,” Kravitz says, like that’s a reasonable thing any person has ever said on planet Earth, ever. 

Taako nods, which does nothing to discourage Kravitz’s bullshit. 

“But like, seriously, his legal guardians don’t do shit, and yadda yadda yadda,”

“Plot plot lore,  Kravitz agrees. 

“He’s mine, sort of. He comes and eats my food, at least, you know, when he doesn’t have to fight possums for it.” 

“Does the possum have a name?” Kravitz grins. 

“Garyl,” Taako says, whipping back just as fast. Fuck, Kravitz is obsessed with him. Damn, he had things to do. “He used to be a binicorn in another life, but he can’t escape the cycle, so he came back as a trash gargler. His favorite cheese is provolone.”

“Ooh, mild,” Kravitz says, so outside of himself at the moment that he could pause the livestream and do football drawings and commentary on his own stupid face putting these noises in this order. But Taako laughs, so it’s worth it. He looks at Angus, who is carefully inspecting the Bucket O’ Dice, and digging frantically for one he’s spotted in the very bottom. “I almost want to go open another pound of dice and pour them in, you know, for uh…boy enrichment.”

“Boy enrichment is the name of the game,” Taako agrees. “That tiger needs beefier meat pumpkins than cha’boi can provide. I can’t keep up with him, seriously. I was hoping maybe you’d know more about this shit?”

“Yeah, a little,” Kravitz massively understates, feeling a glowing, strong bond form between him and this alleycat of a kid. “I’d love to let him find his footing here, if you want. And if people want to be freaks about it, I’m not having it.”

“Fuck yeah,” Taako mumbles. “Knew I could trust a pretty guy like you. No one’s snapped you up yet?”

“Too goth and weird,” Kravitz laments, like he isn’t having a heart attack about being called pretty. “I’m as single as the day is long.” 

“Well, it’s Daylight Savings Time, bitch, and it’s about to get real dark.” 

“Are you-” Kravitz can’t help but laugh. “Are you announcing your intentions to pursue me?”

“Is it working?” Taako winks. 

“Yes,” Kravitz has to admit. “Yes it is."

[ID: a gameboard with 15 spaces, 1-5 taken up by stickers of a cat, a fish, "good worker", a door, and a dragon]

[katsuki-goodness]

Alone Without You | Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning // Strong language and sexual themes ahead. There may be none in this chapter but the rest of the story will have these themes. Read at your own discretion.

Pairing: Kirishina x f!reader

Tags: School!AU, College!AU

Count: 3,469

In just a few days, you were going on a date with Katsuki to a party. You didn’t think you were excited because you weren’t thinking of Kiri, and yes, it was kind of hard, or really, thinking of anything. It’s until a day before the party, the butterflies in your stomach were apparent.

You weren’t sure what to wear, though, looking through your closet and randomly picking out things you assumed would fit. The mirror showed otherwise and you had to buy something new for that day. You quickly called one of your friends, taking a few calls to answer since she couldn’t stop playing her guitar. Jirou held her phone between her ear and her shoulder, plucking some strings then strumming which you clearly heard from the other side of the line.

“Hello,” you heard the dead pan voice of Jirou who was too concentrated to put any emotion.

“Hey, you busy?” Another strum was heard as it fell silent.

"What do you need me for? Don't tell me I have to cover for you again."

"No, I need help with something. I'm going to a party this week-"

"I'm not going."

"That's not what I was going to ask! I need help with my outfit." Once again, silence fell on the other line. You could somehow feel her thinking, but she finally responded to you with a sigh.

"Sure. I'll be there in 10." She hung up without a goodbye and you just sat on you couch, contemplating whether you should have asked someone else instead. Well, she is more direct so her opinion is of high value for you and you appreciated how quickly she was able to assist you. You made sure it was both ways because she was there when you cried even if it was unintentionally.

You silently played with your hands, rubbing your knuckles, pulling lightly at your skin, anything that would distract you from the party in a few hours. Bakugou had called you an hour after he dropped you off, giving him your number by taking his phone and typing it in. He looked kind of happy, even his smile looked more like a grin. That is his face after all. He told you he was going to pick you up in his car, and to make sure you bring your jacket because he wasn’t going to let you borrow his. Your apparent smile made you think how happy you felt to be taken out by a guy, and you weren’t giving it any thought about how Kirishima would see you and him if you two ended up dating.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to think of that when this date was just to a party. He could be interested in someone else and he just wanted to catch up with you. Technically, this would be the easiest way how if you didn’t want to be alone in regular light, you guessed. Either way, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, just like you did with Kirishima.

Just like Jirou said, she was there in 10, and she walked in with a bag full of something you assumed was make up. “Alright, I brought what I could in 2 minutes, and some snacks since I wasn’t sure how long this was going to take.” She set down the bag on the counter as you closed the door behind you, chuckling at her unintentionally funny comment.

“Thank you for coming. Seriously, I wasn’t sure who to ask. I would have asked Mina for advice if she wasn’t 300 miles from here.”

“Well, you would have asked me regardless.” That was true. Having them both in the room would be the easiest way of having the best outfit and make up.

Jirou did not disappoint as always. She made you look amazing, and the amount of times you remember putting yourself down, have now become times where you felt like they were nothing. You finally picked an outfit that both you and Jirou liked, not taking into account how many times you had to change your shoes because it barely fit anything in your wardrobe. You went with a blouse, see-through sleeves and black jeans and knee high boots. Your hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, curled and with complimentary leather jacket. It somehow seem a lot but you found it perfect.

“You look good,” Jirou complimented, smiling at your own smiling reflection in the mirror.

"Well, you helped me. Thank you, Jirou. I don't know what I'll do if I didn't ask for your help."

"Probably canceled on the party."

"Yeah. I don't think Bakugou would like that." Silence fell through the room as you saw Jirou, was now looking at you. You stared back and she started to laugh.

"Bakugou?!"

"Why are you laughing?!" She didn't answer back but she had a fun time laughing at you, imaging so many scenarios between you and the hot-headed blonde.

"I didn't take you as a Bakugou kind of girl. When did this happen? Don't tell me you just up and asked him because of Kirishima?"

"N-no, of course not. He asked me to a-accompany him." She didn't believe you, especially after nervously stuttering. She was basically looking at you with an unamused expression, but she didn't laughing at you anymore. She was thinking to herself as she stared.

"Maybe I should go, just to see what happens. No offense."

"Is that really a good idea? I mean, I'm not even sure who's part it is."

"Well, I can always just stay here just in case. Its not like I had anything to do today." Its not like she can't stay, but what if it went farther than just taking you to the party? Maybe you are thinking a bit ahead for the night to come but it was crazy to think its Bakugou. He use to be so mean to everyone, but now, he has calm down. Izuku was nowhere to be found, at least, not here in the area, but even then.

A knock at the door made you jump, both Jirou's eyes and yours trailed to the sound of the door. You quickly went to the door, opening it slowly as you saw Bakugou in a dark fitted outfit with the only thing standing out was his bright garnet eyes. His eyes sparkled a bit, widening at the sight of you.

"Hey Bakugou. Come in," You said as you stepped aside for him to step through. He looked a bit relucent but he did lead himself in with his eyes scanning your living space. It wasn't big but very cozy, and he even thought of how he didn't want to go to the party anymore just to sit here in your small living room.

He had another thought too, but he couldn't act on it. "You're ready to go? I came a bit early without meaning to," His low voice trailing off as he continued to admire your apartment.

"Y-yeah, I'm good! Let me just get my purse and we can head out." You quickly head over to your room, Jirou staring back at you with a face that is just asking for the details. Grabbing your phone and purse, you smile very excitedly at her and she pushes your back lightly so you hurry through the door. She closed the door behind you, and now you were basically alone with him. You had to head out because now that you feel happy about going on a date with bakugou, somehow you felt a little bad about a certain someone. You didn't say his name, you made sure not to think about it. That wasn’t important right now.

“Shall we?” It prompted Bakugou to open the door for you in response.

“After you.” You walked out with the blonde trailing behind you. As your door closed, your bedroom door opened with Jirou peeking out, smiling as she sliently wished you luck on your date. It was nice to see you nervous because of someone else, and she stayed just so she can take care of you once you come home. You liked Kirishima for so long and got nothing out of it aside from being friend’s with him. The friendship should have been enough but Jirou didn’t think so.

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You checked multiple times to make sure that your phone and your wallet was in your purse. You didn’t realize how nervous you felt just looking over at Bakugou and seeing how hot he looked in that all black outfit. It was nerve-wrecking but you kept your cool as much as possible. He was paying attention to the road, and you were making sure to look away, the silence in the car making you feel uncomfortable. Bakugou use to yell a lot and was unnecessarily mean to everyone but he was never one to really talk to anyone properly. You didn't know him that well but that was basically what everyone said and from the little you knew about him and through Kirishima.

You knew you had to say something to him but something was putting you off and you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Nothing told you that you should but you felt that way.

Even with that thought in mind, It felt like forever to get to the house but you finally got there. Bakugou turned off the car but told you to stay put. He got off and walked around the car just to open the door for you, a light smile plastered on his face as you stepped off. "Watch your step." You stepped forward as he closed the door behind you, then he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you towards the house, looking around to see the people at the party. You felt the nerves just burst out, blushing so hard that you stumbled on your feet that Bakugou had to hold your waist as he asked you "Are you okay?"

You nodded in response, fixing your outfit quickly before walking in with Bakugou still guiding you up the steps and into the door. It was so loud, people were having fun but there was so much alcohol that seeing all of those drinks was putting you off. You almost retracted from there but Bakugou was still pushing you lightly. He led you to the kitchen right away, letting you go and grabbing a couple of waters, handing you one with his back towards you. He seem to be looking for something and tried looking over his shoulder as you grab the water out of his hand.

"Here you go," His hand holding a plastic cup. You took it from his hand as well, looking a bit confused. "Its just in case you wanted to drink."

"Oh, I don't know about that," You retorted, handing him back the empty cup and he takes it again.

"You sure? It seems like you need it."

"No, I'm okay. I don't like drinking that much. Personal reasons, I guess." He only responded with a hum. You weren't sure if it was because he denied the drink, but he seem to have gotten a lot less enthusiastic about being with you. He was with you throughout the night but his eyes weren't on you anymore. He talked as if you were annoying him. The simplest responses were sometimes ignored right after, so you decided to walk away from him. You needed some space to think. You weren't sure what was wrong but the tension between you two was growing, and it didn't help that he would constantly look at his phone. Who was he texting?

You didn't want to deal with this, not anymore. You thought you would be meeting new people with Bakugou beside to introduce you. Now it seems like he didn't care to even be next to you. His cold stare was the worst part of it all. His red eyes staring back as you but nothing seem to be there. You remembered when he picked you up how bright they seem to look, but now it didn't feel that way.

You entered the upstairs bathroom, closing it behind you and locking it as you began to breath heavily, the compression on your chest more apparent. You had to calm down, everything was okay. You can call someone to pick you up. Jirou won't be able to though.

Right. You can call Jirou.

You didn't think twice. You quickly dialed her, the phone ringing only a second when she answered, some rustling on the other side. She always seem to be doing something as she answers the phone.

"Y/N?" She said as more rustling was heard. "How's the date going?" You didn't say anything but her voice made your eyes close shut. You didn't think that calling her would make you cry, or was it because you felt like you're getting betrayed again?

"Y/N," Was heard again and you finally started to whimper softly. She let you cry as they began to die down after a few minutes.

"I'm sorry," Was all you could muster to her. She didn't answer right away. It took her a bit of time for her to orginize her thoughts before saying anything.

"I don't know what happened between you and Bakugou but I can go get you. I can ask Kaminari.” You shook your head as if she could see you saying no to her.

“I can’t have you coming here… I’m okay…” Why did you say you were okay when you weren’t? It was because he brought you here and you didn’t want to rudely leave. You weren’t like that but at the same time it was hard to stay.

“You’re crying, Y/N. It shouldn’t matter what Bakugou thinks.”

“I know but… I just..” You didn’t understand it. You couldn’t leave but you should, so what else were you suppose to do? “Okay, I’ll leave. But I’m going to tell Katsuki I’m leaving.”

“I say you don’t but if that’s what you want. I’ll be there in a few. Call me if something happens. I’ll call you once I’m there.” She ended the call right after. You assume she was quickly calling Denki and trying to get here as soon as possible before anything else ended up happening.

In your fail attempted to clean yourself up and wipe your tears, you hear a knock at the door. You quickly got your things and opened the door, passing the person and letting them in. You quickly walked down the stairs and looked for Bakugou, his blonde hair not even standing out and was gone from where you previously left him. Your eyes trailed around as you walked through the people, squishing you as you held your phone close to your chest.

After some searching, you finally found him. He was speaking to someone almost angry, like he was told the most absurd thing, and it seem like you were right. The person he was talking to was getting upset too, his red hair flat down and eyes burning from his anger seeping through.

“How could you lose her?! I told you to stay with her when I texted you!”

“Don’t go blaming me for your faults,” Bakugou had grabbed his friend’s shirt, his well known anger finally showing itself. You looked at them both, and you noticed that he hasn’t changed one bit. Maybe the addition of an eyebrow piercing was the only difference you saw, but everything was basically the same. He looked at you, his eyes softening as he pushed Bakugou back, approaching you with the intent to talk to you. You instinctively walk back a bit but he still moved towards you as his arms lightly spread open.

“Y/N.” He said your name with the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard coming from his lips. You didn’t say anything and just stared back, almost in fear. “What's with that face? You can’t just forget me like that, can you?” This can't be happening. He shouldn't be here.

"Kiri, leave her alone," Bakugou had tried to grab onto Kirishima but he just shook him off.

"It's nice seeing you here. Can we talk?" Your thoughts running wild, you didn't know if you were having a mental breakdown or the fear of seeing him was preventing you to say anything, but you could only muster a small mutter. You didn't even try to explain yourself.

"No," Was all you said, walking away, making sure you didn't look back at anyone you bumped into. You thought maybe this would have been a nice day, spending time with Bakugou and maybe going back to your place a bit drunk but still managing to talk to him. The hopes you had for a splended night were gone. You walked out the door quickly, trying to text Jirou, the tears running down, making it hard to even spell out the right words. You were trembling so bad that the thought of Kirishima and Bakugou made it even harder, and you ended up dropping your phone on the way to the sidewalk. Why did it have to happen like this? What did they say?

'How could you lose her. I told you to stay with her when I texted you'? Bakugou was helping him. You should have known when he asked you out. How could someone like Bakugou ask you out? Just because he wanted to? You didn't think so. You sometimes you forget that even your best friend at the time didn't want you around. It didn't matter the reason you two didn't talk to anymore, what mattered was leaving this place.

You didn't even get far enough down the street when someone tapped your shoulder. The red eyes of the blonde you were beginning to like was now sorrowful and even his usual angry expression was a lot more softer, almost like he was hurting.

"I'm sure you don't want to leave without your phone," He said to you. You quickly grabbed it out of his hand but not before he grab yours. He looked so guilty but you were so angry. He held it your hand gently, looking down at it as he scrunched up his face, turning it into a frown. "I wasn't trying to hurt you."

You can't believe this. What kind of an excuse was that? "You did, Bakugou. Thanks to you I ran out like an idiot." He didn't respond back so you pulled your hand away and walked away from him. The amount of thoughts running through your mind and the emotions running through you almost made you turn around and slap Bakugou, but deep down, you weren't like that. You still didn't want to hurt him just because you were hurting.

"Let me take you home at least," He shouted out to you but you kept walking. You started to hear footsteps behind you, assuming it was Bakugou trying to stop you again but when you turned around to shout to bakugou out of pure pain, another pair of red eyes were staring back at you. He looked as surprised as you when his eyes met yours.

"O-oh, uh," Kirishima was stuttering, since when? He didn't say anything else aside from that. It seems like he was thinking but the words weren't coming out, even as an apology. Nothing was said. It was so silent that the only thing heard were the buzzing of the street lights and it made you very uncomfortable.

Almost on cue, there was a honk of a horn and the open of a door, Jirou quickly stepping out to get your hand and pull you away. "Sorry guys, it seems like I got to her first."

"H-Hey, wait a minute," Kirishima was so confused that he unintentionally tried reaching for you, but Jirou was somehow quicker. She pulled you behind her, putting a boundary between you and him.

"If you're just going to hurt her, I suggest you save it." With that simple angry statement, she pushed you into the car who had Denki driving it, his worried expression noticable to both Bakugou and Kirishima. He felt bad he was going against his friends but he can clearly see that they both fucked up. You didn't do anything to them and you clearly didn't deserve any of that, so why not help? You are a friend of his after all too.

After Jirou got into the care with you in the backseat, Denki drove off, leaving the pair of boys behind. You didn't dare look back because then you would start to feel bad. For once, you wanted to feel sorry for yourself instead of putting someone else before you.

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"Falling Early" Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Just a little meet cute, clumsy, adorable, and strangers insert reader. Sorry not sorry, Eragon. Something cute.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 684 words)

Another day, another task to fulfill. Trading was the objective.

It was late into the morning when most traders gathered. The usual faces greeted the Rider as he looked over the offerings.

Eragon was. Doing his duty, making sure the goods needed were there. Checking the lengthy list.

The flaw in his plan? Unexpected faces.

Making eye contact with one person, you, and he stumbled over his own two feet. Catching himself was reflexive. Thankfully. He was glad he did not fall flat on his face. A couple of items hitting the ground would had been fine. It made him appear more mortal than mythical. Yet hardly an action to befall a leader.

If he had fallen, goodness, the leader of Mount Arngor eating dirt from one glance at a good-looking human would not had been something for others to overlook so easily. It was a close call.

So why did he possess the desire to talk to you? He didn’t need to. It wasn’t required. But, oh, did he find his legs leading in your direction regardless.

It was a rather small amount of goods surrounding you. Most having been traded off at the first smell of the bread loafs.

“Hello.” You greeted him with a bright smile and a twinkle of amusement in your eyes.

From the closer proximity, Eragon could count the various colors in your irises. A beautiful array of shades that complimented you.

“May I interest you in a fresh loaf of bread? Baked them this morning.”

“Er… Hi.” Eragon swallowed. It was as if both his throat and mind dried up.

Was the Dragon Rider nervous? Around a person selling bread?

His silence and wide brown eyes told a tale all on their own.

Your soft chuckle made a warmth lighten in his chest.

How was he not speaking already?

Eragon considered his behavior almost childish, but perhaps clumsy was the more accurate descriptor in his case.

Mentally shaking himself, the Rider nodded.

An improvement, Eragon thought, if I had never held a conversation before now.

Offering him a smile, you pointed to a loaf on your right. “This one was made with more grains; ones that help digestion.” You pointed to another. “This one is rich in flavor. It’s one of my favorites.”

They seem genuine. And the bread all smell…really, really good.

The Rider did not expect to take a detour from his usual stops. Yet the delicious aromas were bound to make him start salivating if he didn’t leave quickly. He had other supplies to look over.

“How much for both?” Eragon asked and mentally chided himself on his amateur wording.

Had he not been making deals and trade agreements for more than one season?

A soft giggle escaped you and his knees shook for a second longer than he cared to admit.

Cursing under his breath, the Rider dug out some pieces just as you gave a price. He already felt the tips of his ears burning.

I need to go, he thought, before I do anything else…unlike me?

Efficiently and swiftly, cloth enveloped the loaves and their delightful aromas. Packaged and waiting in your outstretched hands.

“Thank you.” He nodded politely and grabbed the packages. Flutters in his stomach surprising him as his hands met yours.

“I hope to see you again.”

Again, he nodded. A smile already on his face.

They have no idea who I am, do they? Maybe that’s for the best.

Turning to leave with at least an ounce of dignity worked beautifully as he stepped away from you. Simple and light footing.

Thump

The toe of his boot hit a wooden plank.

Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply.

A muffled giggle reached Eragon’s ears, but he dared not glance behind him.

He carried on without a word and hoped that you would forget his clumsiness. If not that, Eragon hoped he would settle the sparks of interest within him before they took root.

What would the Dragon Rider do with himself if he developed silly reactions to someone he forgot to inquire the name of?

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[warmfaerie]

onedari daisakusen ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

꒰ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 ꒱

you have it all, pretty much!

this subliminal includes my most loved video, "money faerie", as well as "financial freedom".

i included "amulet" for good luck, my self-concept audio, the princess treatment one, as well as "the law is perfect", to make sure you really have no doubts at all!

i also included a booster for instant and only desired results, which is looped many times, in order to saturate the mind.

the song choice isn’t random either. i suggest looking the lyrics up ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

꒰ 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ꒱

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 🩰

every aspect of my life is perfect and it will be persistently and permanently perfect.

regardless of futile things like logic, time, obstacles, rejection, third parties, circumstances, anything i desire, already belongs to me.

no matter what, my wishes always get fulfilled.

for that reason, my peace of mind is utterly, absolutely undisturbed. my faith in the law of assumption is so strong, nothing and nobody can manipulate my emotional state.

if my current reality shows me something that doesn’t match imagination, i simply ignore it and go about my day. i keep my head up high, my thoughts positive. i keep living in the state of the wish fulfilled, because i know that circumstances are irrelevant, and can and will be manipulated in order for my wishes to materialize.

no matter what, the law being perfect as it is, my desires have no choice but to materialize in my current reality. they will manifest in the craziest, most unexpected ways if they have to, but they will.

i know for a fact that this reality is nothing but a defective mirror. 

if the mirror shows me something i dislike, i simply ignore it, i know the mirror is broken.

even when i have negative thoughts or experience negative emotions, my desires still manifest, because i was put on this earth to thrive and that’s precisely what’s going to happen.

i am completely detached from anything in this reality that does not serve the real me.

i am strong enough to say no to the things that do not serve me, to not accept a reality i did not ask for.

it doesn’t matter how difficult it gets, i will persist, even thought it won’t be difficult in the slightest. you know what? it will be fun, actually. fun, wholesome, light, warm.

i accept only the reality that i envisioned for myself and nothing more, and i do it because i know i’m worth an entire universe, and that i’m deserving of all the goodness and kindness that this world has to offer.

due to my discipline in utilizing the law, my current reality is quickly adjusted and manipulated to serve me.

movement or the lack of movement mean nothing. i live in the end.

no desire is big or small. no desire belongs on a pedestal.

you wanna know who belongs on a pedestal? i do. 

not the money, not the person i desire, none of that is too big, nor too small, and none of those things are out of reach, and i will not chase any of it, it will chase me, because i am the prize. 

i’m on the pedestal.

i love and respect myself with such strength.

i know what i deserve and i refuse to settle, to manifest only things that are deemed as possible or achievable.

i can get anything i want. anything. and i will.

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 🩰

go ahead, my love, check your bank account. stop being silly! why are you so anxious? see? you have an absurd amount of money.

this is what your life is going to be like from now on. you are now financially free.

it’s okay, don’t feel guilty. you can use your wealth in a noble way, like, for example, by donating to charities, making sure your family, pets and loved ones have everything they need, and, of course, you deserve to spoil yourself as well!

you can now afford your own apartment and make it all pretty.

you can forget about working, because that’s no longer necessary.

you can dedicate yourself to your interests and passions.

you can take proper care of yourself, you now have the time to cook healthy meals, to move your body, to rest properly, and you can afford things like going to therapy, the dentist or getting a massage.

you can get your nails done, make them look really pretty, with lots of pastel colors, ribbons, charms.

you can finally build your dream wardrobe and book collection.

isn’t that wonderful, that you can have anything you want, now?

don’t feel guilty, you deserve to be financially stable. you deserve this life, okay? you can’t fix every problem in the world, but you can be of help financially now. you can make sure your family doesn’t work a day in their life anymore, either.

you can travel! you can visit lovely cafes, museus, libraries, go to the ballet.

the possibilities are endless.

enjoy your new life, sweet pea. seriously, you deserve it.

where did all this money came or is coming from? absolutely irrelevant!

logic doesn’t apply to manifestation and how things unfold isn’t something you need to worry about. just know that things unfolded in the most perfect way possible. it will all make perfect sense soon, okay?

for now, all you have to do is relax and know that everything is already taken care of.

the wealth already belongs in your life. you already have all of that money. creation is finished. you don’t have to wait any longer, because your wish has already been fulfilled and has materialized in your physical reality.

now, go have fun! life will be a party from now on.

you deserve this. this wealth. this freedom. this joy. 

you were destined to this life.

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 🩰

♡ i’m extremely wealthy

♡ i have financial freedom

♡ i’m financially stable

♡ i can afford anything i want

♡ i’m constantly being spoiled with gifts and money

♡ where is all this money even coming from?

♡ i don’t even know what to do with all this money

♡ i’m so thankful for being financially stable

♡ it’s such a relief to not have to worry about money

♡ i never had to worry about money growing up, i don’t have to worry about money currently and i never will

♡ i’m so happy because i can treat myself and others without having to look at price tags

♡ i’m so lucky

♡ i’m so spoiled

♡ i’m so comfortable

♡ i’m so relaxed

♡ i’m grateful for my wealth

♡ possessing all this money doesn’t make me selfish or irresponsible

♡ i love helping others

♡ i’m extremely responsible with my finances even though there’s no need to because money literally reproduces in my bank account

♡ checking my bank account doesn’t make me anxious or sad, it makes me feel calm, secure and happy

♡ i can’t wait to treat myself today

♡ i can’t wait to treat myself tomorrow

♡ i love going shopping and ordering things online

♡ i’m a spoiled little princess

♡ it’s perfectly normal to me to have an absurd amount of money

♡ i love money but it loves me so much more

♡ it’s like money is begging to be in my wallet and my bank account

♡ why is money so obsessed with me?

♡ i’m making money in my sleep

♡ i don’t need to work to survive

♡ i’m thriving

♡ i don’t feel guilty for having money

♡ i was put on this earth to thrive

♡ being wealthy is my birthright

♡ i’m thankful for being able to afford anything i want

♡ i don’t associate money with feelings of guilt, scarcity or anxiety

♡ money isn’t a bad thing

♡ money is a blessing

♡ being wealthy allows me to take proper care of my health, to go to therapy, it allows me to travel, to buy all the things my heart desires, books, clothes, makeup, beauty products, videogames, it allows me to study for pleasure, to invest in my hobbies, it brings me comfort. not having to worry about finances reduces stress dramatically and prevents a lot of arguments. rich people are happier, i deserve this too, so i accept money as the blessing that it is and i welcome money into my life

♡ i’m open to receiving money

♡ regardless of time, logic and my current circumstances, i am now a wealthy person, i don’t have to wait any longer. the “how” is none of my concern. i am wealthy right in this moment. period.

♡ every each of my loved ones are financially free, healthy, happy and safe from harm

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑡 🩰

♡ i’m the luckiest person on earth

♡ i always have the best outcome for every situation

♡ everything always works out in my favor

♡ everything always works out for me

♡ i never have to worry about a thing

♡ everything that happens, happens for me, for my benefit

♡ everything always goes the way i want it to

♡ i know i can relax because luck is always on my side

♡ all my worries are dissolving right in this moment, all the fear and anxiety are leaving my body right now

♡ i’m going to do great

♡ i’m going to do a great job

♡ i’m always at my best

♡ it’s factually impossible for me to fail

♡ it’s objectively true that everything always goes my way

♡ i’m completely and objectively immune to bad luck

♡ isn’t it wonderful to know that i can just sit back and relax? that i don’t have to lift a finger to get what i want? that i have nothing to worry about, ever?

♡ i’m constantly attracting amazing things into my life

♡ i’m constantly receiving good news

♡ i am about to receive the most amazing news

♡ i just received the most amazing news

♡ i did wonderfully

♡ whatever it is, i know for a fact that i will nail it

♡ i nailed it

♡ luck is always on my side

♡ i have literal miracles happening to me left and right

♡ even when i’m nervous or think i did poorly, i’m surprised to find out that i actually did spectacularly well

♡ people are constantly mentioning how lucky i am

♡ people literally say they want to be around me because good things always happen to them when we’re together, it’s like i’m their lucky charm

♡ i am a walking good luck amulet

♡ i’m always at the right place at the right time

♡ i always receive the best opportunities

♡ how is it even possible for me to be this fortunate?

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 🩰

♡ i’m a princess, an angel, a little doll, a fairy, the cutest of them all, the sweetest, most beautiful, kindest of them all.

♡ everywhere i go, i get treated like royalty.

♡ i’m constantly being showered with compliments, gifts and money.

♡ i’m constantly being spoiled.

♡ i always get what i want.

♡ this is my reality and, in my reality, everything happens exactly as i want it to.

♡ this is my reality and, in my reality, everyone loves and cherishes me, in my reality, everyone wants to spoil and baby me all the time.

♡ i receive copious amounts of money on a daily basis.

♡ i get paid for being cute, by simply existing as the cute little doll, the fairy princess that i am.

♡ every time i have a crush on someone, they always fall for me too, because i’m just too cute, i’m cute as a button, it’s objectively impossible to resist someone like me.

♡ when i’m dating someone, they always offer to pay for our dates, even though they don’t have to, because i have my own money and i can assure you i have a lot of it. they spoil me rotten with presents, they send me long paragraphs expressing their affection towards me, they’re creative and consistent with compliments, they’re touchy, sweet and romantic, they take me to the prettiest places… the whole package.

♡ i’m extremely fortunate.

♡ i’m just too cute, no one can resist me, everyone wants to give me the entire universe.

♡ my beauty is truly one of a kind, i make the hardest of hearts melt into a pink puddle of love, i can make anyone fall at my feet. i’m elegant, beautiful, intelligent, cute, funny, interesting. i always smell decadent. i’m not only desired, but purely and truthfully and beautifully loved, too. i objectively and factually have no flaws. i’m the definition of perfect.

♡ i’m completely and utterly adored and cherished by legitimately anyone i know.

♡ there’s not one single person on this earth that dislikes me.

♡ i have a wardrobe of a princess, all pastel colors, dresses, skirts, blouses, babydoll tops, empire waist tops, pleated skirts, lace, ruffles, pointelle, ribbons, velvet, dainty florals, all the girly japanese clothing i desire, all the brandy melville items i desire. i have satin hangers in pastel colors and a walk-in closet with velvet pastel pink stools and an ornamented shabby chic style full body mirror.

♡ i have a bedroom fit for a fairy princess like me. i have a king size bed with a velvet pastel pink headboard. i have the prettiest, most coquette bedding. floral quilts, satin sheets and pillowcases, floral sheets, and, of course, pastels, tons of pastels! i have a vanity decorated with all my favorite products and girly trinkets. i have a reading corner with a velvet pastel pink armchair that perfectly matches the rest of the decor and a shelf filled with all my favorite books and the ones i’m still yet to read. i have a pretty ornamented bedside table and a full body mirror that perfectly matches the rest of the space. i have lace curtains and a pretty shabby chic rug decorated with rose motifs. everything is fit for a princess, everything is lovely, feminine, cozy and there’s pastel pink everywhere. i have yankee candles and dried roses that i use as decor. i have the cutest stuffed animals and the most adorable cherished teddies, precious moments and sylvanian families dolls. i also have dolls, of course, i love dolls, and vintage barbie dolls.

♡ i invented elegance. i have excellent manners, my handwriting is pretty and easy to read, i read often, i speak eloquently and always know what to say. i behave properly and adequately as a princess would at all times.

♡ people love, cherish, adore, respect, desire me. i simply do not struggle. everything i want, i get, everyone i want, i get. the world is my oyster.

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 🩰

♡ my beauty is truly one of a kind! you can tell god really took its time when creating me, like i’m pretty sure i’m god’s favorite child! 

♡ i’m alluring, magnetic, ethereal, dreamy. i look like a fairy princess, a porcelain doll, a magical creature, just completely and utterly out of this world! 

♡ i’m not just your average pretty. i’m the kind of pretty that has even the hardest, coldest of hearts melt into a puddle of pink honey over the mere sight of me. 

♡ i’m not only desired, but i am truthfully and purely loved. 

♡ i belong on a pedestal. i deserve to be showered with compliments, presents and money at all times, simply for being this cute. i’m so lovely i should get a monthly check for it. it’s objectively and factually true that’s it’s a privilege to be in my company. 

♡ god, even i am dumbfounded by my own magnetism! how can someone be this lovely, this warm, this inviting, this beautiful, this seductive? 

♡ i’m the perfect combination of cute and sensual. innocent looking, but i know my worth. 

♡ i owe myself pure adoration, respect, love, i owe it to myself to give myself the entire universe! i would never settle for less. 

♡ i’m delicious. i smell heavenly, decadent. when people pass me by, they feel my mouthwatering scent and legitimately want to bite a chunk out of me! they want to eat me! 

♡ everything about me is absolutely precious. it’s not just looks. i’m so much more than that! i’m intelligent, funny, humble, kind, empathetic, understanding… i am an amazing person! people feel warm, cozy and safe when they’re in my presence. they instantly feel a connection, like we’ve known each other in another life. they instantly want to tell me all their secrets, because they automatically view me as a safe haven, which i know for a fact that i am. i have a kind, warm and pure heart, and i love being of help to others. 

♡ it’s quite literally impossible to not fall for me! i can assure you this one thing, as soon as i start crushing on someone, they already belong to me. they’re already daydreaming about me, playing cheesy, romantic scenarios in their heads, imagining us kissing, cuddling, texting, all the cute stuff! i’m just so lovely, who wouldn’t want to be with me? who wouldn’t want to be my romantic partner? honestly, let’s be real here, i’m the whole package! 

♡ i’m extremely fortunate, too, in every way! i am constantly being showered with money, i’m constantly receiving good news, being presented with one of a lifetime opportunities, the compliments, the love confessions, it doesn’t stop! i’m really that girl! 

♡ i’m pretty and cute like a kpop idol. i’m absolutely adorable. 

♡ i have the cutest, squishiest mochi cheeks. 

♡ the prettiest, most boopable nose. 

♡ the poutiest, softest, most kissable, rosebud lips. 

♡ the warmest, most perfect smile. my teeth are clean, white, perfectly aligned, and i’m free of any oral health concerns, like stains or cavities. my tongue is pink, pretty, healthy and tastes so, so yummy, like sweet strawberries and fresh mint! my breath smells lovely too at all times, even upon waking up. my gums are strong and healthy and never bleed. i have the perfect oral hygiene, too.

♡ i’m someone who knows how to take proper care of herself! a sweet, pretty girl like me never neglects her hygiene! i’m always clean, fresh and smell lovely. i swear i could run a marathon and not one single drop of sweat would fall off me and i would still smell like a candy shop!

♡ i have long, healthy, glossy, fluffy, doll-like hair. i have a clean, fluffy scalp, free of any skin or hair concerns like dandruff or eczema, and both my scalp and my hair smell divine, like vanilla, coconut, coffee, honey, shea butter, strawberries, just the sweetest, most edible things you could possibly imagine!

♡ i have enormous, sparkly eyes, like a sweet little doll, like an anime girl. 

♡ my face is tiny and cute and round, with crystal clear skin. it looks like i’ve been photoshopped! i purely and simply have no flaws! 

♡ my body is absolutely perfect. i have perfect skin from head to toes and the skin on my body is no exception. the skin on my body smells delicious and is soft as a rose petal, as well as being crystal clear. i have a cute, petite body, with small and perky boobs and booty, a flat tummy, slim, elegant limbs, and small and cute hands and feet. my nails are always taken care of, both on my hands and feet. my hands are soft and hydrated and so are my cute, tiny feet.

♡ i have a wardrobe filled with the sweetest, most feminine things, all frills and pastel colors, which quite literally makes me look like a wedding cake, so pretty and edible! 

♡ i’m pretty, elegant, kind, talented and hardworking, on the same level as wonyoung. you couldn’t take your eyes off me if you tried! i know i stand out. i know i’m the best at everything i do. i know i eat it up every time, whatever it may be, so i simply do not worry at all! 

♡ my bank account is overflowing with money, my heart swelling with joy, my home filled with love, my mind filled with beauty and positivity, my wardrobe filled with clothes fit for a doll, my fridge and pantry filled with delicious, healthy food. 

♡ i move my body out of love and respect for myself and my health. i love to take care of myself, because i know i owe it to myself to be the best version of myself i can be, and i know i owe myself the utmost kindness, too. 

♡ i have healthy habits and hobbies, like reading, ballet, playing the piano, pilates, crocheting, going on hot girl walks, spending quality time with my loved ones and my pets, journaling, and the like. 

♡ i don’t care for my phone much, the real world is far too exciting for me to seek empty connections and a false sensation of comfort online. i am present fully and enjoying my life to the best. 

♡ i have excellent sleeping habits, too. as soon as i lay i bed, i fall asleep in a matter of seconds, have the most wonderful, relaxing dreams, and wake up feeling refreshed, ready to face a new day. i go to bed feeling calm and at ease, because i know that i am a strong person whose emotional state cannot be manipulated that easily, and wake up feeling exciting for what’s to come. 

♡ i look forward to the future, too, because even though i don’t know what resides in it, i know for a fact it will be incredible. 

♡ i’m extremely neat and organized. 

♡ i’m an inspiration to many, people admire my authenticity and look up to me, but i have no haters at all, there’s no jealously, no ill intentions at all from anyone, and how wonderful is that?

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 

𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 🩰

i get results instantly and only the ones which i desire.

꒰ 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 ꒱

🎶 https://youtu.be/ZHd-kHQg1oU?si=d8Eklk1qh-Bz-nDi

[crusherthedoctor]

Unpopular opinion: praising a product for its potential is not a compliment in the slightest. Everything has potential. Everything has the chance to be great, with the right time and care. But ultimately, the final product is what has to be judged.

That being said, there is a difference between judging something for its more objective qualities or flaw, and judging it based on the amount of personal enjoyment it brought you - which yes, might involve thinking on how you would have tackled said product. You can say "I know it's bad but I had fun with it and its flaws inspired my creativity", as much as you can say "objectively I have nothing to criticize but it didn't suit my tastes". Just try to keep the two perspectives separate.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

The first part is why I refuse to be swayed by all the attempts to paint '06 as a hidden masterpiece, and that Colours and Generations were somehow the TRUE descent of the franchise. Because a lot of what they say about '06 ultimately boils down to "it's good, it just needed to be a little more good". Wow, such insight, but too bad for them, the hypothetical is not what myself and everyone else paid for.

Yes, there are some things I admit to liking in theory: Solaris is one of the more interesting monsters conceptually, and I think Elise is a good character who simply had the bad luck of being misused. I'm not staunchly averse to giving '06 credit for anything that's not the soundtrack... but I don't pretend its not '06; despite feeling more personal distaste for Frontiers nowadays, for reasons you are well familiar with by now, I still consider '06 the objective worst in the series due to how it affected Sonic in the eyes of fans and non-fans alike... well, Chronicles is tied with '06 cause of how blatantly trashy that game is, but you get my drift.

As for your second point, there are plenty of things that are relevant to me with both of those perspectives. On one hand, Wrath of Cortex is an alright game but is mainly just Crash 3.5, and Enter the Dragonfly only requires taking one look at it to see it's not a complete product, but I've always liked both of them regardless because I think they have a lot of appealing concepts going for them. Then there's the funny edgelord bang bang black hedgehog game, which I'm always ready to criticise (like '06, it too is not suddenly perfect storytelling just because the Fuck Pontaff brigade says so), but just as ready to praise the levels and missions I like, the scenes I think are good... or "good" (:P), the soundtrack as always, and of course, the depth and complexity of Black "Citizen Kane" Doom.

On the other hand, there are several popular games, shows, etc - none of which I'll bother naming this time around because I don't feel like getting my ass kicked verbally today - that I don't consider bad objectively, but they either don't interest me or turn me away for one reason or another. Or their fandoms hype them up too much.

[hopecountyisforlovers]

my biggest problem w the season 5 finale is that guillermo deciding he doesn't want to be a vampire because he somehow didnt realize that being a vampire meant killing people - something he certainly already knew having fed nandor and the others for 13 years, and absolutely had no problem with before this episode unless he personally knew the victim + being a well established vampire slayer regardless is just about the stupidest plot thread ive ever seen in anything ever. it completely assasinates the character theyve shown him to be since season ONE !! like did none of the many many vampires you killed use fucking shampoo?? give me a break. seriously. give me a fucking break. its nonsense. "oohhhh i cant eat him i thought of him as a person i'm not ready" it's bullshit. this was your dream for most of your life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what makes it worse is that would have BEEN an interesting plotline going forward. guillermo being stuck with the choice he made and finding ways to cope with it. he could try and drink from animals or just a little from willing victims or he could use vampire hypnosis to steal from hospitals (two of these ideas are from fucking twilight btw. a movie that exists in this universe that guillermo enjoys and has certainly seen more than once.) or god. nandor could drain people for him and feed him from a plastic fucking dixie cup. they had OPTIONS this was an interesting story direction that i would be looking FORWARD to they could BOND over this they could bond in ways that its IMPOSSIBLE for them to now and i don't even particularly LIKE nand/ermo but giving guillermo a get out of jail free card for vampirism to send shit back to the status quo six seasons in is NOT it girlies and no amount of Nandor Spoke Farsi makes that last episode salvageable. i have read FANFICTION that wrote these characters and this plotline BETTER than this. the fakeout of they cant undo this followed immediately by OH JUST KIDDING WE CAN ACTUALLY BITCH YOU THOUGHT was insulting . beyond insulting. i havent felt this bad about a season finale of wwdits since season 3. but while the latter half of season three was unpleasant it at least seemed like it would be interesting going forward. this? this was just disappointing. its the first time ive ever felt this show was Badly Written and it hurts because i LOVE this show and i looked forward to this season and now that its over its like. this whole season might as well be moot. they could start season 6 saying this was all a crazy dream guillermo had and it would be BETTER for the narrative

[orchidsangel]

okay so i’m usually more of a silent follower (i’ve only like sent one ask ever) but i kinda love your posts/talks about things that you love (even if it’s not necessarily something i care about,,i just love it when people talk about their interests it’s amazing),, so i’m kinda curious about why do you think sos should have won over midnights,,, not saying that sos is bad or anything i actually love the album and sza but i was rooting for midnights honestly and personally think it deserves the title for many reasons,,, like i’m NOT saying that sos didn’t deserve to be aoty on the contrary, all the albums that were nominated are amazing and all had their big impact and the title is very subjective and ngl, this is one of those years where the nominees are all so good it’s actually quite a tough competition to choose between, but personally i found that midnights deserved it the most so i’m actually really curious to know your opinion on why sos should have gotten it

(i’ve already seen so much discourse about this for the past week on twitter but obviously. it’s twitter. so they don’t have any valable reasons except just pure hatred, misogyny, slut shaming and obviously racism)

Okay, so first off, thank you for sending in this ask and allowing me to speak about something I care about!! Second of all, when you added racism in the "don't have any valuable reasons section" what did you mean by that? I'm not coming for you or anything. I'm just curious if you meant racism towards Taylor or if you mean racism towards SZA.

anyways, now for my thoughts.

So, while I obviously agree that SOS is a great album, the part I disagree with is Midnights being a good album. I don't like it; I never did, and I probably never will. And this isn't me being a Taylor hater; I am a Taylor Swift enjoyer and have sat down and listened to a few of her albums. While none of them absolutely stunned me, I do think she's an overall good musician and can make a relatively good body of work. Midnights is a snoozefest. It's boring and doesn't hold a candle to the rest of her discography, which I feel fine saying because I know there are a significant amount of swifties and non-swifties alike that agree.

To me, midnights is nothing special, and most of the songs blend together. It's not completely bad, though; it has its good moments, but the many cons, i.e., boring instrumentals, mediocre lyrics, no super deep meanings, etc. outweigh the very few pros, i.e., Snow On The Beach ft. Lana Del Rey, but more importantly, Snow On The Beach ft. more Lana del Rey. And I just can't get behind Midnight's winning album of the year after being the pinnacle of mediocrity.

Now, if you wanna talk about impact, let's talk about impact. Midnights broke tons of records, most notably taking up all ten top spots on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, a feat that no other artist has managed to accomplish. But that wasn't because the album was good or because the general public was tuned in; it's because of streaming culture, because, like most fandoms these days, swifties are rabid and reaching for the charts. That, combined with the sheer size of Taylor Swift's fanbase, means that the album was bound to do well regardless of whether it was good or not.

SOS, on the other hand, obviously didn't chart nearly as well as midnights (although it definitely did chart, like, let's get that straight bc Snooze didn't leave the chart at all last year). But that doesn't automatically mean that it was less impactful, because charts aren't that reliable these days so you have to find other means of calculating impact, and this is when we turn to social media.

(I'll be using tiktok for reference as I feel that since the app relies on music as its #1 source of content, that's the best representation for my argument)

So I'm an avid TikTok user, chronically online, way too invested in drama that doesn't involve me, a loser, blah blah blah whatever, who cares. The point is that I spend enough time on TikTok to be able to observe many different trends going on at the same time and their musical origins. There are so. many. songs. on SOS that trended on tiktok. You could not escape SZA on that app, not even if you wanted to.

Kill Bill, Seek & Destroy, Low, Blind, Snooze, Ghost in the Machine, Shirt, I Hate U, Good Days, etc.

All songs that I've heard on TikTok at one point or another, some of them having their own designated trends to go along with certain lines, and I'm sure there's more I missed.

This specific point means so much to me because I need you to understand that I didn't listen to SOS in full until WAY into 2023 (the album came out in 2022 for reference), and each track was so familiar because I had already heard so many of them on TikTok.

Now, I'm not saying that there weren't any songs on midnights that trended on TikTok. Obviously, there were. i.e., Karma, bejeweled, Midnight Rain, that one part in The Great War, etc., but when I say that most of the songs from Midnights that trended on TikTok were pretty much always used in the context of Taylor Swift, I mean that. I cannot stress this enough. If there was a song from Midnights playing in the video, then I can guarantee that Taylor was being mentioned in that same video, whether it be the eras tour, speculation about her and Joe Alwyn's breakup, her and Travis Kelce, speculation about which Taylor's version album was coming out next, or literally anything pertaining to her at all.

You might think that this is a stupid point, but to me, it's a good example of the fact that it wasn't an album the general public was interested in. And I think for an award like Album of the Year at the Grammys, the album in question should be one that is either objectively good, incredibly poetic, and thoughtful with a deep message, or beloved by the general public, and midnights wasn't any of those.

As for the misogyny and slutshaming, I'd never in a million years agree with that and don't condone that by any means. Pure hatred, if unwarranted, isn't something I really care about either because I'm a hater at my core and have a lot of one-sided beef with people who don't know me. But I will say that most people I know who don't like Taylor Swift do actually have one or two valid reasons. It's not that hard to find them, what with white feminism, not using her platform for good, dating a known racist, and committing ecological warfare, amongst other things.

If the racism you're referring to is in regards to people bringing up her privilege as a white woman, and it bothers you that people are bringing it up, then I'm sorry, but I'm not the person you want to talk to about that because I won't agree. The Grammys have a history of snubbing black and POC artists in general to favor their white counterparts; in fact, the entire music industry has a history of it, and this situation isn't any different in my eyes.

Anyway, that's most of all I have to say. Thank you for asking again, I'd love to hear why you thought Midnights should have won.

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

“For The Future” Thoughts (Spoilers)

So The Owl House is now pretty much in its home stretch with one episode left to go. At this stage coming up with any new theories doesn’t really seem worthwhile, plus none are jumping out at me as it stands.

That being said, Boscha intrigues me a little but still seems very self-serving. I think it is a shame Boscha’s character won’t be able to really be looked into further, but I think in yesterday’s episode we did get quite a glimpse beneath the surface. She mentions how she has let Amity go multiple times but she is also now in the position where she has next to none of her friends standing beside her. While Boscha and Skara seem to be pretty close, I think it feels safe to argue that Amity was probably the closest thing Boscha had to a best friend. By this point, Boscha has lost everyone except Skara, but to be fair, given Boscha’s ineffectual leadership perhaps Skara isn’t quite as loyal as she once was.

You kinda get to see how truly insecure Boscha is. Like I mean it is clearly always known and shown early on, but not quite so blatantly. Like upon losing her squad she literally then falls into Kikimora’s plan for power clinging to her and her ideas.

But that is the thing too. I don’t think Boscha is a natural leader. I mean very early on in The Owl House, it was easy to get the impression that Amity was the leader of their little clique. I later drifted away from this idea, but early on that was the impression I got. Amity hosts the sleepover at her house, etc.

I kinda wonder if Boscha is very like Odalia though. Odalia has drive but she clings to the glory of others. We see it in this episode, she has moved from following Belos to following the Collector. She isn’t a leader, she follows but she always wants to be on the side that places her with power and in the spotlight.

Early on, Amity was initially Captain of Grudgby Team before Boscha and she comes from a family with a significant amount of status. Much like Odalia, Boscha has the drive but she is an ineffectual leader and seems more prone to wanting someone to follow. But that could be it too, Boscha is shown to be ineffectual as leader this episode. Maybe that is it, she wants the power but wants none of the blame. So she opts for a power behind the throne sort role. She wants Amity to be the one in charge and be the one to take the blame, while she is the one with the ideas.

That would kinda fit with her being insecure too. Someone who is shown to be as insecure as Boscha is shown to be this episode - I mean look how desperate she was to have Amity back as a friend - probably would not want to take criticism when she makes mistakes. She likely won’t take it well at all. I mean i think we see a little bit of that in today’s episode too.

Boscha needs a friend who like her is mean and I have gone over this before, Amity was never a bully. Her role was always passive with the exception of in “I Was A Teenage Abomination” but I think that can be explained without Amity actually expressly being a bully. And Amity says it, she can’t be what Boscha wants her to be.

And I think I just said a lot there to get to this last point, I really wonder what has happened to Boscha in her life that has made her this insecure. Or what could be happening in her life. It is a shame we probably won’t get to have a deeper dive into that. It would also be interesting to know why Odalia is the way she is. Not for redemption or anything, but just cos it would be interesting to know what made them the way they are.

Beyond the above though, I think we are just waiting on the conclusion of theories now. Whether they are proved to be canon or not.

It now feels safe to say Luz will stay in the Demon Realm, as for what Camila will do though I am unsure but it is evident she will support Luz in staying in the Demon Realm.

My other theory is the Aladarius will either become canon or will be shown to have been canon at some point in the past. Regardless of the outcome of that theory, I also look forward to the Blights having a better home life minus Odalia and Luz having more people to add to her ever growing chosen family.

And talking about chosen family, it is amazing to see Camila embrace her daughter so fully for who she is this episode. The story starts with Camila sending Luz to camp to change her daughter and who she is, to Camila now fully accepting and embracing her daughter for the wonderful person she is. I never doubted that Camila was a good mother, but seeing it confirmed on screen in such a powerful way is just so heartwarming. I actually had tears in my eyes when she was giving her speech to Luz about how perfect she is 😊

I hope you enjoy my rambling and I’ll see you all at the last episode!

[asexual-means-no-attraction]

what exactly do you mean when you say re: nonbinary identities “I love the idea, but not the execution” ? how many nonbinary people do you regularly interact with irl? and if you’re using your personal experiences with nonbinary people to generalize nonbinary people as a whole… isn’t that what you just said was wrong to do in that ask from a lesbian about bi women? wtf does it mean to “execute” being a gender other than only man or only woman

No it's not personal experience. It's from years and years of research both irl and online. Talking to various different people who ID as nonbinary, reading stories, articles, etc. It's from actively trying to understand and try to accept this new idea that was given to me. It was all done with an open mind and I was inclined to be fully accepting at first. But the longer I researched, the harder that became.

The conclusion I've made from that is the majority of the nonbinary community pushes gender stereotypes/roles onto people. It comes off as sexist and transphobic. Sometimes even homophobic. There is no way to be a man or a women. It's simple just apart of who you are. We have science and research that's show how trans people have developed and why being able to transition is so important. Why they are their actual gender, not the one they were at birth. Even with that I'd still be willing to accept nonbinary people who don't have that data and science to back them up. Cuz sometimes science is behind and it takes time for it to catch up.

But the community as a whole instead focuses on gender roles to an unbearable degree. I've seen this within the trans community too, but not this badly. Almost every nonbinary person I've researched, talked to, read about, etc equates their gender to gender roles. How they like both masculine and feminine things. How they dress both ways. How they want to look ambiguous-- which is a style not a gender. None of these are new gender. It's gender roles and all of them are heavily dependent on culture. You're allowed to simple be gender non conforming and just not adhere to gender roles. My brother and I can both wear dresses and we'd still simple be men, regardless of the fact that I'm trans and he's cis. Cuz it's just apart of who we are. It's no a style, a role, specific interests or hobbies, etc. It's just gender. And it's the opposite of progressive to keep pushing the idea that gender and gender roles are the same.

Even as a social movement it has problems. I totally understand the issues with people feeling pressure to act, look, be interested in, dress, and just in general be a certain way because of their gender. The solution is not to make a new gender. It's to show that you can be, dress, and do anything regardless of your gender.

Not to mention it just makes more gender roles. I've seen people pushing roles and stereotypes onto nonbinary people too. Coming from both the nonbinary community and other communities. Hearing a large amount of nonbinary people tell me that a women who likes to fight is nonbinary is just sexist. A women can fight and be strong and be a women. A man doesn't have to be masculine to be a man. People in general, not just nonbinary, take gender far too intensely then it actually is. The way your gender can effect you because of society can be massive. That doesn't make gender itself a massive thing. Cuz again, it's the gender roles that society pushes not the gender itself. It's focusing in on the wrong thing.

When I say I love the idea of nonbinary I mean that I love the fact that people are exploring themselves. Getting out there and trying new ideas. Looking at different aspects of life to figure out who they really are. I love self journeys and self discovery.

However, what I found is as not self discovery. It was sexism and transphobia disguised as self discovery. It was people telling me I'm nonbinary not a man because of my interests. It's people telling my gf she can't be a women because she doesn't "feel" female all the time (fun fact, gender is not a feeling. you can't feel like a man or a women. It's just apart of who you are. Dysphoria is something you experience symptoms of because of being the wrong gender. Dysmorphia is something you may experience symptoms of because of gender roles and other pressures. Many people don't feel like their gender because they're actually content in their gender and never had to feel dysphonia. Thus there isn't any emotion there to feel. Easy to misunderstand that when people push gender roles). I found people continuously pushing sexist ideas of what a man and a women is.

It's not like I'm vehemently against nonbinary as a whole tho. I've definitely found people who I do think are getting at something legit. Hence why I say I don't like what the nonbinary community is right now. How it is portrayed and how they portray themselves. The executing part you're taking incorrectly. It's not about executing a gender, it's about executing a community. The trans community has it's own way to execute itself. How the community as a whole presents itself, the resources given, the outreach done, the events designed to help garner support, the way we describe ourselves to others. These are all ways the community is executed. Hence why I say I have issue with how the non-binary community executes itself not the idea of nonbinary itself. All of my conclusions have been determined based on the community not individual people. And trust me, if it was actually individual people my views would be so much worse. But I am capable of separating shitty people from a community.

That all said, this is still just my personal opinion. I still respect anyone I meet irl and I just don't go around telling any nonbinary people I meet my thoughts. But this is my personal blog and I decide what to put here. In this case, it's talking about the issues I've seen in the nonbinary community. If you don't like that you can leave my page. If you want further explanation let me know. Can't promise when I'll respond tho. Either way, I hope you have good rest of your week and that some point I made here actually resonates with you even if it's only partly <3.

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Anyway I really don’t like anything that implies that Dean and Jack stuff getting sorted out in any way hinges on Jack taking the initiative. Like, s15 Jack is so messed up and crushed down and has been rendered soo passive by what he’s experienced, a non-negligible amount of that from Dean, so the idea that he has to push back against someone he has good reason to be afraid of in order for their relationship to improve? Really unpleasant.

Cas pushing back and getting Dean to do better re Jack would be interesting character development (and also, Cas as a buffer forcing Dean to treat Jack well is one of the more sustainable long term situations tbh), but like, please don’t force Jack to do that. For one thing I don’t think he Would, for a ton of reasons, but also just, it’s not his responsibility to make Dean see him as a person djdkfkfkgkgjgj. Like, their relationship is characterised by Dean treating Jack essentially according to his mood, that’s why it���s so wildly variable, so there needs to be some sort of overhaul to move Jack into a category in Dean’s mind which makes that very firmly something that can’t continue. Neither of “he’s family” or “he’s like me” are going to cut it here, tbh; “it would upset Cas and I don’t want to upset Cas” is probably the easiest solution; or, y’know, perhaps, “hey this is a real live person who I’ve really badly hurt”. But regardless, none of this happening should need any additional input from Jack, and people seem to forget that quite a lot.

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that anon’s lame lol like just your writing itself would make me want to pay any amount of money to read anything you write. regardless of who it’s about

I mean I don’t think it’s lame to not want to read for a character I’m not invested in, especially if I have to pay for it. And I asked through your inbox instead of privately cuz I saw other people have been wanting to know too. Now that I know that you haven’t said who it is because you don’t want to publicly advertise fics for a convicted criminal I get it, but it initially just seemed like you were withholding information for no apparent reason

Uh no 😭 I'll just give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you're a very new follower but when I first brought this up a few months ago that was the main thing I made clear was that I was thirsting over this man who I definitely shouldn't be and was desperately trying to find a fictional character to project onto instead of him. Sadly, none of the characters I'm familiar with gives his vibes and stature and so I just bit the bullet and caved. Charging people for the fics is to ensure that only serious people read them and not anybody lurking who just wants to judge/start drama. It's just unlikely that someone who doesn't have genuine interest would pay for them