#so all the notes about 'where is this from' are very. oof. that's young that's scary young

[diredeliverance]

In hindsight one reason I am glad I did not go through with the icepick lobotomy is that it would have been very unfortunate for Kas to lose that eye a second time

[rindouheart]

hello I do not know if your requests are open if not do not hesitate to skip. if so could you write something about Noa bringing his wife and child to Blue Lock (but no one knows he's married or a father) until Noa introduces them or they come to see him play please. (And i really like what you write for blue lock it's awesome)

“WAIT, ARE THEM…?” | noel noa

content. fluffy + quite short oof / female pronouns used

author’s note. hi love, sorry for being this late! this last month was a bit hard for me because I had like,, 9 tests or so?? it literally drained all my energy and inspiration. I hope you like this short scenario btw <3

*italics writing means they’re talking in french

the boys’ locker room has never been so lively: everyone is pumped up from the recent win against fc barcha.

“where’s noel noa? wasn’t he talking with isagi like, five minutes ago?” asks kurona, looking around.

“he just got out of the locker room, i honestly don’t know where he can be” answers isagi, while picking up his sports bag “however, we can look for him”.

the boys quickly get changed and go out, looking for their new coach.

after a couple of minutes, yukimiya stops the group and whispers “wait, i can hear some people talking, one of the voices is very similar to noa’s”

“they’re talking in french, i would say” says kurona, hiding from the scene.

“how’s it going with the team? are the young players promising?” asks a feminine voice.

“good, they’re making progress quickly. sometimes i can see they argue or making some strategy mistakes, but a controlled rivalry is nice to grow” answers the other.

“that’s noel noa’s voice!” confirms isagi “i used to watch his interviews in french months ago, his voice sound exactly like that”

“do you speak french?” asks raichi.

“absolutely no”

“shh, i can see noa from here…” mumbles yukki, still hiding behind a door. “he’s with a woman around his age i guess, and… wait, is that a child?”

a choir of “what?”, “huh?” and “how?” floats in the air.

some of them must have been too loud, because noa notices the voices behind him. “i think there’s someone there” he says, in french.

then, he turns around and speak: “come out”.

isagi, followed by yukki, kurona and the rest of the group, comes out.

“were you spying me or something?” noa asks them.

“not really” answers kurona, keeping a polite tone. isagi is quick to complete the sentence “we wanted to ask you to review the match with us, but then we stopped here because we heard you talking in french”

“oh, well, i understand” noa crosses his arms “however, i always keep my private life private, but now i guess i have to tell you about my wife and my son”

the boys just stare at the woman and the kid near her.

“hi, i am noa’s wife, y/n, and he is our son, clément” the woman smiles “sorry for my japanese, i know it isn’t perfect yet”

“blue lock!” noa’s son runs towards the boys, excited to see the new teammates of his father.

“clément wants to be like you one day, playing in blue lock and become one of the greatest strikers in history”

“play!” cheers clément, and then asks his father “can they play with me for a bit? i want to show off my skills”

“guys, would you like to play with my son for a bit? he wants to show you his skills” he translates what his child has just said.

“sure!” smiles isagi “he will become on of the best for sure, having a father like you is a privilege, noa”

@rindouheart ‘s scenarios — 032923

[throwaway-yandere]

Alone Together (Yandere Modern Ex-Idol!Cyno/Reader)

Mother of Klee, Alice's note: Oof... I am... So sorry about this, solitary anon... You understand that there are no hard feelings, right?... Right. I'm glad to hear that. Keep your chin up, okay kid?

Yandere 1k idol genshin event

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You didn’t get the job.

The weight of the world rests on your shoulders.

You need to cry. But not now; you already entered the first store you found inside the mall. You are unable to concentrate on anything because you are SURE that if you do, you will wind up kneeling on the floor. You could have gone home and fall asleep—you WANTED to do that—but the enveloping silence would have accentuated the noticeable loneliness that greets you each time you enter your apartment. It's preferable to stroll through a moderately busy area, although standing in a comic book shop didn't accomplish much.

You picked up a random book.

They said you weren’t accepted because your hearing wasn't great, that you have the talent but it’s up to the CEO's criteria– these are only a few of the things that you want to scream out of your system. What put the final nail in the coffin was hearing people talk about their recruits. One of them was a scholar or sage who landed a job as Childe from ADDICKTZ’s producer. How can you even compete with that? You couldn't let your pet fish hear your pathetic sulking– it is not as if your friend could reach out and comfort you anyways. Hah… "friend." 

It's not like you have communication problems; you can even steer talks like a well-oiled machine if you want to. It's just that being disqualified out of the 22 participants hurts since you detested feeling left out. 

Once upon a time, these emotions pass without much difficulty, but adulthood has a very unique way of bringing your lack of companionship to the forefront of your mind. Aside from your pet fish, you were positive you had many friends. "Had" is the common verb you use to associate with that word. You've had people come and go every year or month since you were a young child so there is a pattern that you have come to recognize. For a few months, you would hyperfixate on a relationship with someone who shares your interests before they start to drift away with lame justifications like being busy or, worse, moving out. You never cry whenever this occurs since you have no reason to.

They never stay in your life long enough for you to care, therefore you've never pleaded with them to stay. They always cross the other side of the fence while you remained a hackneyed outsider.

You admit it: you’re a people pleaser and you ended up adapting to different personalities so much that you no longer know what YOU enjoy deep down. What you want in a "true friend".

Is that it?... Is that your personality, your character?

Is that the barebones of your most authentic identity?

You felt your chest restrict itself.

God, if that's the case, why does it sound so empty? Why does it feel so hollow after you've done everything to earn EVERYONE'S love?

It’s frustrating how much influence others have on you.

You smiled even for those pettily undeserving of kindness, you croaked for those who confided their pain for your ears alone, you were nice to retail workers, you gave poor men food, ALWAYS the first to help. You were the ideal citizen society was looking for.

But how come when you ask for something, it’s never received?

Where is it?

Where is the karma?!

Forget all the notions of acting like a well-put together person, this wasn’t the time to dwell on that. You need something to hold. You need someone to hold you. 

You clenched the book even more. Shit. You might have to buy this ridiculous manga now since you forgot to trim your nails, but you can't think clearly. Why on earth do you have to pay $5 for this crap?! You don’t even like The Knight Tames The Villainess. You favor long, plot-driven series over inexpensive harlequin-inspired novels like this one. You don’t even like Otome Isekais like this. 

You don’t even…

“Ngh…” A nearly inaudible sob escaped your lips.

Such a minor inconvenience allowed you to cry soundlessly.

"What do you call a jackal that's new to comics?"

You turned around, biting your lip.

There was an albino man wearing a MangaMatra uniform in front of you. Unlike the other staff member, he wore an orange peculiar scarf and sunglasses indoors. The stranger watches you with an impervious resting face, but you're more intrigued by his appearance rather than his out-of-nowhere question. He has the look of a man who has experienced most landmarks of his life, tethered by both bitter and sweet memories. But you mostly assumed he was the manager based on the crow's feet that littered near his eyebags. 

"He's Anubis." The man said dryly.

Slowly, your face cleared. Your thoughts are barely cohesive as you attempted to form a conversation-stopping reply, anything that could get you out of whatever he’s trying to do, but you’re too baffled to know what to do next.

… He's what?

"Did you get it? Allow me to explain. Anubis is a jackal and the word sounds hilariously similar to the phrase a newbie.” He droned on, his face still stiff. “It’s a good joke, right?”

...

Was that a joke? That… That was a joke, right? There’s no way it isn’t. It was just a bad one. Through the haze of the emotional pain you’re currently forced to deal with, surely he can at least understand that this isn’t a normal approach to befriending someone.

You gave him a forced smile. Deep down, you felt grotesque to yourself. This was not you smiling. This was a stranger. 

“... Y-Yes. Yes, it is.”

“I’m glad you think so too. Want to hear another one?”

“I’m fine, thanks–”

“No, no you’re not.”

Just who is this guy?

You reeled back, closing your eyes exasperatedly. "I'm sorry but I don't need you to tell me how I feel–"

"You're shaking." He said. "Your shoulders are stiff but your lips are trembling. You're emotionally unstable and you need someone to talk to. I am usually the... silent type but I'll be willing to help you sort out your mental distress."

Unlike his futile jokes, this approach reacquainted you back to reality. You roused a little in each heartbeat, yet not completely grounded by his words. 

“Sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself.” 

He removed his sunglasses.

Your heart dropped.

“I’m Cyno, I’m the founder of MangaMatra and the manager of the branch we’re in right now.”

“Y-You’re Cyno! Cyno of Vulpus Aureus.”

Undoubtedly, their name is odd for an idol duo, and the meaning behind it was equally illogical. The musical preferences of this age were established by both Tighnari and Cyno's equal efforts, and they also revived 80s tunes without a hitch. Cyno was resplendently breathtaking when he owned the stage as the “Judicator” of the idol world. It’s no wonder most teenagers didn’t act normal whenever their name is uttered but the last pages of their Wikipedia page were more unhinged.

When "VA" announced their separation, there wasn't a single dry eye in the crowd. People were similarly shocked when Cyno revealed that he hasn't gotten a paycheck since they debuted because of the costs of his idol training. While some were impressed that he was able to leave a loan shark-like organization, others couldn't help but selfishly think Cyno should have just sucked it up. His former partner, Tighnari, did not receive the same treatment. As one of Teyvat Production's music composers, Tighnari continued to work in the idol business, keeping his name inscribed in pure gold.

The world moved on, and you’ve almost forgotten him too.

Cyno favored you with a warm smile that faded just as quickly as your excitement. He tittered as he made a sideway glance at your phone. In turn, you shook your head. Cyno understood that you wouldn't ask him for a picture based on that minuscule exchange alone.

“Umm… I was a fan.”

“Happy to hear it.” Cyno nodded. “But this conversation is not about me, it’s you.”

He took the book off your hand and placed it back on the shelf, his trained eyes not looking away from you.

"I understand what you're feeling. No matter how many compliments you get, there's a quiet but impactful intrusive thought that makes you ignore those for the things that remind you of the flaws you make up in your mind. It's not a pleasant experience and it's something all of us will have to live with."

Those words came from the heart. Cyno's gaze drifted away, staring at something intangible. "And it's a burden some of us might have to carry forever if left in solitude, but you don't have to belong in that category."

He smiled.

“So, why don’t you tell me every detail as to what fated you to enter my store? There will be no judgment this time, I am all ears.”

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It’s been months since your run-in with the idol. A surreal experience, it was, but what followed was remarkably natural. Book recommendations turned into live readings turned into playing tabletop games with brand new decks at his favorite coffee place. Sometimes you wondered if Cyno’s tired of you clumsily inviting him to every nerdy event you know about, but the way he lights up leads you to believe he finds your presence as fun as you do his.

The ex-idol turned manga shop owner became an important person to you beyond the old parasocial relationship of a celebrity and fan. There was not an awkward gap between you two.

You found a friend. 

At the beginning of your platonic relationship, you used to be a bit paranoid of Cyno’s quiet demeanor since you couldn’t read what was on his mind, Lately, you seem to understand his silence and he seems to understand you. 

And that was everything you could ever ask for. 

“What was that call just earlier?” You asked, but you didn’t dare snoop into what was on his screen.

He had a rather lengthy phone call earlier as you were picking another book to read on his shelf. Unluckily for you, you don’t hear all that well so you could barely make out any snippets of what he had said except for a single name.

Cyno half-shrugged. “Nothing serious.”

“You seemed annoyed at Tighnari.”

“I was just notified that I received something.” A threat.

“Oh? A gift?”

"Gifts?..." Cyno grimaced. "Sorry– I'd rather not think about that."

"Why–" You stopped yourself immediately. "Wait, never mind, I think I understand–"

"Last fanmails I received were of love letters written in blood and a clumsily taxidermied fox and jackal. That blood is presumably from the animals based on Dottore's DNA samplings." There’s a dark tone as he speaks Dottore’s name, and you know you’re not ready to unpack all that.

"R-Right." Your throat dried up. You're such an idiot. You can't believe you forgot about that. That incident was such a big eye-opener in the idol industry regarding stalker fans. 

The idol industry may be a trove of wonderful content but it is also home to the obsessed and unexplainably cruel.

"Hence, I'd rather not remind myself of fan gifts." Cyno closed his eyes. "It sours my mood."

“T-Then what did you receive?” You tilted your head. “Wait, sorry, I just realized I’m prying too much.”

“Just…” 

Cyno is an honest man. Too honest, in fact, that he almost couldn’t lie by omission.

Almost.

“Just some unfinished business from Teyvat Productions.”

“Is it my business or yours?”

His eyes widened.

For the first time in weeks, you have caught him off guard. 

“It’s…” He shook his head, sighing. “It’s mine.”

“Oh,” you muttered. “O-Of course it’d be yours. I don’t know why I even thought someone they didn’t even hire would get a notif for something.”

Cyno chuckled softly. 

He seemed to have thought that what you said was funny, but you can’t put a finger as to why.

"You remind me of something Tighnari loved to say."

You weakly met his gaze and laughed. "And that is?"

He gently put his hand above yours, his auburn eyes peeking into yours underneath his white eyelashes softly.

"Never underestimate an outsider." He said. "People like you– people like us are not as unfortunate as we may seem. Unlike the staff inside the industry, we are more likely to see the bigger picture, wouldn't you agree?"

"... I think I get your point, but I don't necessarily agree." 

Cyno exhaled, his shoulders deflating. 

It's okay if you do not see the truth in his words.

When Cyno decides on something, he's unlikely to change his mind. Little by little, he'll make you see that you're wonderful even when stripped away of some occupational title like him.

You'll see his perspective eventually.

And you'll thank him once the day comes.

—-------

“I don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say at all, you big lummox!”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“You’re really going to sabotage (Y/n)’s career?! I just told you– they could be my new assistant, damn it. And for what, exactly? Even Alice is vouching for their recruitment. They just made a mistake, that’s all! Here I thought you were SUUUCH a caring friend, so why–”

“It’s because I care that I’m not letting them get close to Teyvat Productions ever again. You know the horrors of the idol industry as much as I do, Tigh. Likely even more.”

“...”

“...”

“... Do you still dream about it? Dottore’s experiments, those letters?”

“I do.”

“... *sigh* How can I even counter your argument when you’re always so painfully earnest?”

“You know why.” Cyno became like this for a reason.

“... What now. What do you want me to do with this letter of recommendation?”

“Burn it.”

“...”

“Tighnari, they’re the happiest when they’re with me.”

“... Cyno, you’re a broken man.”

“I know.”

Cyno peeked out the corner of his eye as he watched you pick up a new book in the romance section.

A silly grin made its way onto Cyno’s face subconsciously. 

“But that no longer matters now that I found someone I can be alone together with.”

Ansytea: Thank you so much for joining the idol event, solitary anon!!! <3

[baby-xemnas]

Even tho Bepo does make a few comments about female bears, i wonder if it is more of an automatic response than anything, maybe something like compulsive speciism like you mentioned. Like it’s not something at the forefront of Bepo’s mind but that’s what is expected, that a mink will be with another mink, so that informs what he says out loud. I can’t help but think about how Bepo left Zou at such a very young age too, bc as far as we know, Bepo has been around humans far longer than minks at this point, so i wonder how that would’ve impacted or shaped his development and outlook on such things? In other areas too, I wonder if Bepo felt odd coming back to Zou, seeing the differences between himself and other minks who grew up and stayed in Zou or stayed in closer contact to minks even if they weren’t living in Zou. All this in relation to LawBepo and Bepo’s immediate intense strong attachment to Law, it’s interesting to think about!

yeeee.....

its a single crumb of Bepo's presense on Zou during that arc but i did appreciate when it was noted that "Even though he is from here, he is still an outsider" like thats GREAT thats a bit of worldbuilding i really appreciate making characters behavior more believable - ye no shit...not only did this guy not live with them, disappearing as a kid - he brought humans with him too - he is a complete stranger to the island. imagine moving to a very different country in elementary school - all your formative years would be shaped in accordance to the new place. I love that they treated him like the stranger he is

and GOOD POINT ABOUT HIS INSTANT ATTACHMENT TO LAW like yes of course its logical that he would be appreciative of a person who saved him - but Bepo had ZERO apprehension towards Law and following Law to a strangers house.. ofc u can say that he is too naive and easily trusting but it mustve been so crazy to him to be like wow! not only humans exist (when they met bepo have gotten over that initial surprise and probably hid from adults til pensha found him and beat his ass) but there are nice ones too! yay!!!!!!!!! :D!!

its absolutely compulsive species attraction like "i'm supposed to find a bear mink" and he just thought that way the whole time growing up and didnt even consider humans - and that was fine because he was very busy loving and supporting law - thought didnt cross his mind...if he felt horny he just thought "oh well i cant do nothing about this! idk where bear women are at!"

i love thinking about how weird it felt to come back home (and like i talked abt before i love that bepo didnt go home because he wanted to fullfill his initial wishes to 1) find zunesha on his own - reason he learned navigation 2) find out where his brother go - no he went to zou because (as he himself probably suggested as it was a safest place) law ordered them to lay low somewhere....i love that so much, that law going off on his personal vendetta mission caused bepo to fullfil his personal dream - the one that he put away for so long BECAUSE what law became way more important.

There is a sense of shame and wrong priorities there - imagine that instead of being a sort of triumphant/celebratory visit home where you can boast look at me i'm a pirate like my big brother! No instead he comes home asking for help, for a place to hide, not only for himself but strangers to the island - and he himself is as much a stranger as the humans. oof.

Its hard to imagine he felt that comfortable around minks at first, it was a wishful thinking like here i am among my people - but they look at him (and rightfully so) like an alien - and bepo is too worried about law to care....he is not there to integrate back into society....these people are not his people anymore, his crew and law are his family now

its super interesting and i really am sour forever that we didnt get more about this aside from "he is still a stranger even if he is from here" line about bepo and others being quarantined to a single area - and that one moment where bepo says "even if im a stranger this is my island too" when they are about to help defend zou against beast pirates along with locals

[sunstone-smiles]

1st I absolutely love you! You're one of my favorite writers here on Tumblr

2nd can I request Miya and Mia's TickleTober2023 day 7 (playtime) with Lee!Hop, Switch!Leon, and Ler!Raihan? I love those three soooo much and their dynamic is beautiful

-🌈

The Tickle Tax

Author’s note: Aww!!! That’s super sweet to hear, Rainbow anon! Thank you for the compliment! 💗 I hope you enjoy Day 7 of Tickletober: Playtime! (From Miya and Mia’s Tickletober list!)

Series: Pokemon Sword and Shield

Characters: Hop, Leon, and Raihan

Word count: 987

Summary: Hop, Leon, and Raihan are all playing a board game until a new game ensues after an unwritten rule is created. 

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Sitting on Hop’s bedroom floor, Leon rubs his hands together as two square dice twist in between his palms.

“Come on…” Leon shakes his cupped hands. The dice click as they jumble together. “Give me a lucky seven!”

Leon tosses the dice underhand and they roll onto the game board. One die shows a six and the other…a two. “Oof, eight spaces.” 

Despite not getting the roll he wanted, Leon moves his miniature charizard game piece eight spaces from where it was standing. Eight spaces later, the charizard is placed on a spot with a blue building. “Landed on the pokemart space,” Leon announces.

“Yes!” Hop cheers and tosses his hands in the air, “That’s my property space.” Hop holds out his palm and curls his fingers towards him like a lever, “Pay up, Lee.”

“What?” the other brother chuckles and leans his elbows on his criss-crossed legs. “I’ve landed on your property spaces five times in a row now. Are you sure you’re not rigging the game?” Leon gives Hop a poke.

Hop giggles and shoos him away. “Hehe! I’m not! I swear!”

“I don’t know, Hop,” Raihan interjects with a smile, “Five times in a row is a bit much to consider coincidence, no?”

“Yeah, what kind of game are you trying to pull here?” Leon teases.

“None!” Hop insists and holds his hands up to prove his point, “I’m playing fair and square! Honest!”

“Alright then,” Leon sits up straight, “I’ll pay the tax.” He peers at Hop from the corner of his eye with a sneaky peak. “But I’ll pay a different tax with a different currency.”

“A different tax?” Hop tilts his head to the side. He wasn’t aware this board game has multiple currencies or taxes to choose from.

“Yep,” Leon pauses to turn his way so his sneaky gaze is in full view. “A tickle tax!” Leon says and darts his hands towards Hop to tickle his little brother. The young trainer erupts into giggles and snatches at the champion’s wrists. 

“Hehehey! Leehehehehehe!” Hop squeaks with bubbly laughter. He leans back and topples to the carpet, flailing his limbs while he wriggles in an attempt to escape the silly roughhousing of his brother's plan that has interrupted the playtime of their board game.

“Hold still, Hop! I’ve got to pay the tickle tax in full! Don’t want to be in debt.” Leon looks over his shoulder to his friend, “Raihan, a hand here?”

“You’ve got it,” Raihan gives a toothy smile and rushes behind Hop. The dragon type gym leader easily grabs the boy from under his flailing arms to tickle him there, while Leon has free range his torso. Hop squeezes his arms to his sides and squeals with laughter.

“Wahahait! Wahahait! Wahahait!” Hop puts his palms in front of him to signal for a chance to speak. Leon and Raihan stop wiggling their fingers, yet still keep them in place to hover over Hop.

“Yes, Hop?” Leon asks with a smile.

Hop takes a moment to control his giggles so he can talk clearly. “Wouldn’t the tickle tax have to be paid by the one that landed on the spot?” Hop looks up at his brother.

Leon’s eyes expand in surprise. Raihan glances at Leon. Leon glances at Raihan and then back to Hop. 

“W-Well, that's,” Leon stutters. His words become ones of panic. “That’s a very good point that I did not think about—” he leans back a little as Raihan stares him down with a smirk.

“Looks like you’re still in debt, Leon,” the dragon type trainer grins. He gently releases Hop and slowly starts approaching Leon, making the champion scoot back.

“N-No! Raihan!” Leon giggles and puts out a defensive hand, but his efforts are in vain as Raihan dives at Leon, tackling him to the floor, and starts clawing into the champion’s ribs. Instantaneously, Leon yelps and breaks into laughter as he gets a taste of his own medicine. He shoves and tries to wrestle Raihan’s hands away in a desperate attempt to flee, but Raihan clearly has the leverage against the champion.

“Raihahahahahan!” Leon throws his head back with laughter, his purple hair becoming flattened underneath him like a backdrop. “Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” 

“Hey, don’t get mad with me,” Raihan says, “I’m just the banker trying to collect debt. Right, Hop?” He looks towards the younger trainer.

Hop sits back on his arms as he watches the delivery of his brother’s payback. He has a bright smile and nods, “Right, Raihan!”

“Unless, of course, you want to pay the original fine in its intended way?” the dragon trainer mentions to the giggling champion. He adds on to the ‘persuasion’ by scratching a clawed hand at Leon’s tummy, causing his friend to kick out his legs with a jolt.

“Okahahahay!” Leon playfully yells through his laughter. “Fihihihine! I’ll pahahahay it! Nohohow get off mehehehe!” the champion surrenders.

As requested, Raihan halts his debt collecting strategy, then moves back to his original spot around the gameboard. Leon sits himself up, his body nearly limp with exhaustion. Once he takes a moment to regain his bearings, Leon checks his pile of multicolored board game money and hands Hop a beige pokedollar bill with a value of one hundred.

Hop happily takes the false money, “Thank you. A pleasure doing business with you.” He places the bill in his own stack.

Leon chuckles. “Alright, who’s turn is it now?”

“Mine,” Raihan says. He looks up as his two competitors. “And don’t you even think about using the tickle tax on me. I’ll just get you back,” Raihan ends his sentence with a fanged grin to show that there's truth to his statement.

Leon and Hop laugh in understanding. They then return to where they left off in their board game, giggling and making lighthearted banter with each other as they play on the floor of Hop’s bedroom.

[mamawasatesttube]

I don't know that much about superboy so forgive me if this is a silly question but what's the deal with Magdalene Visaggio?

not a silly question, dw!! if you haven't read many kon comics it probably doesn't look particularly noteworthy but OOF. OOF.

the tl;dr of it: despite being paid to write him once, she also hasn't read kon comics and it really, really, really shows. i'm talking geoff johns levels of flagrant disregard for the existing character - maybe even worse than geoff? which i say only because i know geoff did read sb94 even if he didn't act like it. but that's off topic; this isn't a geoff hatepost. this is a magdalene hate post.

under a cut for length, lets goooo!

so we start out with her canonizing supermartian. already off on the wrong foot - that's a ship out of yja the tv show which is a completely separate continuity from main comics and a completely different kon than main continuity kon. despite supposedly knowing that, she still shoves them into a relationship in main continuity, despite them never having actually interacted on page in main continuity.

she then goes on to characterize kon as angry and entitled and uncaring, and also in high school again. not only does she directly contradict all of his preboot existing characterization (which is important because kon-el never got reset during flashpoint - he was in another universe and thus dodged that bullet. current kon-el is canonically the same kon-el as pre-flashpoint/postcrisis kon-el.), but also she directly contradicts both young justice (2019) and superboy: man of tomorrow, which are in current continuity, leading one to really wonder if she has read a single comic kon appeared in at all. it's also worth noting that the asshole with anger issues characterization is, once again, much truer to the young justice animated tv show than any comic kon.

also worth noting is that the infamous red hair dye streak? well, uh...

yeah..............

on her twitter, she once said something about kon-el not being a good name because it's "still a name someone else gave him", called him "the jason todd of the superfamily", and insisted that the meaning of a trans narrative is "burning down your life and reevaluating your place within it":

kon-el is a name gifted to him to signify his acceptance into his family (superboy (1994) #59) and he was so overjoyed to receive it that he cried. overall, the superfam are very supportive and loving, and introducing strife just to make him run off and live with jinny hex instead of them just because she thinks one can't transition and retain previous relationships is... not it, lol.

her pitch also contained some outrageously egregious christianity bullshit, like villains named "saint", "shepherd", and "savior", as well as direct comparisons between clark and jesus christ. this is... sorry i really just have to say this is Fucking Cringe. i guess the more polite way to put it would be "incredible gauche" (considering the jewish origins of the superfam) but i just can't call it anything else. This Fucking Sucks Dude. i won't even get into the weirdness about genetic bullshit she leans into by introducing kon's "brother" who's also part luthor, part superman, but "luthor-dominant" (lol?) (do you know how genes work even a little bit).

she has quoted the one panel from reign of the supermen where kon says "don't ever call me superboy" a few times, claiming it's the first thing he ever said and no one listened. to me this essentially reads as her going "i've read one of his appearances and i would like to throw out the like 200 issues of character development he had since then in favor of making him my own self-insert to explore MY transition and religious trauma".

basically she doesn't seem to know how to write a story that's not about herself. as a trans person with a positive relationship with my given name (because as a first-gen kid of two diasporic immigrants, it provides an important tie to my family's cultures, to me) and with trans friends who involved their parents in picking new names and so on and so forth, i honestly find it very reductive and white to insist there's only one trans narrative and only one good way for trans characters to be named. i also find her putting her own christian religious trauma into a superfam story off-putting and . well. fucking cringe. i understand and respect that that is her story, but it sure ain't universal and i won't be able to respect her as a writer until it becomes clear she gets that.

[yuhi-san]

I think I should do a ‘live react’ to reading the trigun manga…

I mentioned wolfwoods introduction before but there are other things that stood out to me

Meryl bitch slapping vash was, well, a thing. clearly hurt her more than him. On one hand, chill meryl. But to be fair to her, it did work and got vash from wild screaming after suddenly bolting upright taking a breath and, albeit cryptically, actually explain. Like, vash beloved, you cannot shout at people in a wild panic right after waking from unconsciousness and expect them to think you are of sound mind. But also meryl, brutal

Vash’s other incarnations (especially stampede vash) are far more reluctant if not downright avoidant of confronting knives. Trimax vash on the other hand almost immediately goes; you want to play? Fine with me, I will come and I will beat the shit out of you (it goes not go well for vash. At all. Oof.)

on that note, wolfwood immediatelly having a crisis about the fucked up shit he just saw with vash and the angle arm and, you know, all of that (understandable my dude)

Legato very bishie. Obviously haven’t reached his tragic backstory yet but it’s immediately clear that are at least six different things wrong with that guy and every appearance just adds one more to that.

Talking about legato. That girl looking at him at the saloon is one of the things that stuck out to me a lot but not even for the obvious big reasons. Her eyes were all empty and dull until she looked at legato, who is just minding his business. And like, pretty sure its not an attraction thing going on, or whatever the hell the slave masters think. At least that’s how I see it. So I wonder what she was thinking. Why look at legato of all people like that when before she had no reaction at all?

Its literally just these two frames. Not sure why it feels like there is so much going on lol

That moment with monev the gale… trimax ties vash’s choice so strongly to rem. The image is wonderful and it hammers home how much rem and her ideals shape vash into who he is. It is a little less in your face in the 98 anime but on the other hand, johnny young bosh voice acting for vash gives the scene so much

On a funnier note, ignoring the obvious implications of it, the scar reveal is still majorly funny even without johnny young bosh’s hilarious little noises. But! Unlike the 98 anime where milly and meryl went to check on vash because they heard ruckus from his room and he was yelping, they just went to his room to go talk to him. And like… what if vash was the kind that got out of the shower all nude and got dressed in the room that he expected to be empty? Meryl, were you hoping to get an eyeful?

[softxsuki]

Hi Han! Hope you're having a wonderful day and thank you for considering my request!! <3 Can I have a letter from Shinichiro where he confesses his feelings to a close friend of his (aka the reader) who he has a crush on? The tone can be a little nervous but also very loving and full of fluff <3 The genre can be fluff ofc and maybe friends to lovers vibes?? As for the location, let's make it an evening his friend decides to stop by to help him with taking care of Mikey and Emma? He's been wanting to confess for a while but he didn't get the nerve to do so until his friend goes up to his room to take something and sees a pile of crumbled up papers on his desk. And what is that weird box near them?

About me, hmm. Let's say that I am going to medical college while has already started his bike shop- so I go over to his place after classes to hang out for a bit- so we'd be around 20 or 20+? I like visiting different places like museums, galleries and libraries (even if I say no, Shinichiro always drives me there no matter how far away it is) and though he says he finds them boring, he always tags along. I like singing a lot! And I play the piano too! I write from time to time (poems mostly!) I'm extroverted but I do find myself being shy in a lot of occasions. I love to talk about anything that fascinates me! I like weird little gifts that people make or buy- they mean a lot to me ;)

As for the direction of the story- after everything happening and I read the letter- I notice Shinichiro running towards the room and watch his face turn red as he realises what I am reading. You can decide where it goes from there... (but ofc I say yes) ;)

Han, thank you so much for doing this and I hope this doesn't affect your health in anyway (or I am going to come for you :D with some warm blankets and soup hehe). I hope you have a terrific day and an amazing week! Thank you once again! Bye!! -🕰

Shinichiro's Confession Letter To His Best Friend

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Shinichiro x Gn!Reader

Warnings: some crying, kissing

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 1.5k (oof)

Summary: In which you find a letter addressed to you in your friend, Shinichiro's, room on Valentine's Day

[A/N: Hello hellooooo!! Happy Valentine's Day! Quick note--Mikey and Emma are both young here, just to let you and everyone else reading this know! I hope you enjoy it <3]

“Mind if I borrow a shirt?” You ask your friend beside you, looking down at the food that was now all over your own shirt.

Shinichiro was in charge of his two siblings for the night and had invited you over to help him watch over them. Little Mikey and Emma–one more chaotic than the other, but regardless you couldn’t turn down his offer to see two of your favorite kids in the world…and your best friend who was also your crush…

“Huh? Uh y-yeah sure, you know where my room is already,” He stammers out, red in the face at the prospect of seeing you in one of his shirts. Emma and Mikey were hyper-focused on the TV screen, one of their favorite cartoons was keeping their attention, as he addressed you.

Oblivious to his burning face in the dimly lit room, you thank him and head into the direction of his room. Shinichiro’s eyes burn into your back as you walk away. He sighs hopelessly, turning his attention back to his siblings as you disappear into his room. How much longer would he be able to keep his composure around you? The cracks were already starting to show and break even more as his affection for you grew day by day. 

You close the door behind you, hoping Emma or Mikey wouldn’t try and open it while you changed since there wasn’t a lock on it. Your eyes explore Shinichiro’s inviting room, taking it all in as you had never been in there alone before. It was fairly tidy, the familiar smell of him smashing you in the face, making your heart flutter slightly. You make your way to his dresser, digging through the bottom drawers for a shirt. 

Your movements are quick as you cautiously remove your shirt, not wanting any of the remnants of food on you to spill on his floor, and you slip on one of Shinichiro’s shirts. A quick task that took you no less than two minutes to do, but as you turned around to leave his room, your heart told you otherwise. A quick look-around wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

Thousands of thoughts and fantasies filled your mind of the raven-haired man who you had a burning crush on. What would it feel like to cuddle with him in his bed? To wear his clothes more often? To fall asleep in the same bed, limbs intertwined? To be his–what would that feel like? Your heart craved to know more than ever–you were tired of being only a friend to him; why couldn’t you be more? Would he even feel the same way? Is that even possible?

Your thoughts go blank though as you spot a box on Shinichiro’s desk with papers sticking out of it. You can’t help but approach it and open the lid of the box, glancing at all the papers inside it. One paper in particular though, catches your attention even more. Jealousy and fear fill the pit of your stomach at the sight of an envelope with a heart drawn on the front of it. Was this for someone he liked? Or maybe from someone who liked him? 

With your heart racing, your curiosity gets the best of you and you find yourself opening the envelope and taking out the paper inside it. It’s a letter…with your name written at the top of it. You begin to read with a hopeful heart;

“Dear Y/N,

Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m still not entirely sure if I can even find the courage to give this letter to you…but I guess if you’re reading this, then I did! I’m writing this letter to you, not as a friend, but as someone who has had a crush on you for a few years now. Is that shocking? Hopefully it is because I’ve tried my best to control my emotions whenever I’m around you in fear of scaring you off with these feelings.

You’re my best friend, someone Mikey and Emma also look up to–perhaps that’s where it started?

Seeing the way you treated my siblings as your own. Your ability to light up any room you walk into, your kindness, your drive to always be better than you already are–you’re absolutely amazing. I guess the more I saw these little things, the more my heart started seeing you differently. I couldn’t meet up with you without going red in the face, blaming it on the exercise I wasn’t doing, or that old excuse of having been out in the sun for too long. I can’t even take my mind off you; as I write this, images of us together in the future fills my mind. A positive outcome of you reading this letter–IF you ever read it. 

But I’m also scared.

Scared to lose the friendship that we already have. I don’t want to scare you off and how could I turn back from saying all this if you don’t feel the same way? We’d slowly drift apart, and not only would I lose you, but so would Emma and Mikey–they love you so much. And I lo- actually no I don’t want to scare you any further. I like you Y/N. I like you a lot.

I write this with the plan to give it to you on Valentine’s Day and I’d love to know if you’d want to be mine this year and the next, and every year moving forward. Valentine’s Day has always made me so anxious. I was nervous you’d call me one Valentine’s Day saying someone asked you out. I don’t even want to picture you with someone else except for me. 

I hope I don’t sound too greedy or desperate. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way! Just know that I truly care, and I’d love to be with you and walk together towards our future. Yes, OUR future. I want the future to be ours–together. Gosh this is so dumb, I’m sorry.

Will I ever give this to you? Hopefully.

Your hopeless crush, 

Shinichiro Sano.xx

If your heart wasn’t already racing, it definitely was now. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Shinichiro felt the same way about you, for what looks like a pretty long time. How had you not noticed before? 

You read and re-read the letter over and over again, allowing his words to sink in. This was real, right?

“Y/N! WAIT,” You suddenly hear loud footsteps run towards the bedroom door and Shinichiro flings it open with fear in his eyes. He pauses in the door frame, taking in the image of you in his shirt which makes his heart leap in his chest, but then he sees the open box and the letter he had written a few days ago, in your hands, and that’s when his heart drops down to his feet.

“I- I can explain. You see it was ju-”

“Thank you,” you cut him off, tears beginning to pool in your eyes–happy tears of course, “Thank you for liking me.”

He was flabbergasted to say the least. Images of you being disgusted with him or uncomfortable around him after reading his letter left his mind as the smile on your face filled his heart. He slowly walks towards you, cupping your face and wiping your tears away.

“Why are you crying?” He soothingly asks.

“I’m sorry, I just never thought you’d like me as much as I like you…” another confession. 

His hands pause from wiping your tears, taking in your words before a huge smile appears on his face, “Really?”

“Really Shin,” you laugh, wiping the rest of your tears away, embarrassed that they fell from your eyes without your permission. This was a time to be happy! “And I’d love to be your Valentine this year, next year, and every year to come.”

Overwhelmed with joy, he hugs you tight, scared that if he lets go, the world would crumble and he’d wake up to find out it was a dream.

“Can I…kiss you?” He shyly asks with you still in his arms.

“Of course.”

He leans in and your lips connect in an innocent kiss. Your first kiss together–the first of many to come. He sighs in content, disconnecting your lips and leaning his head against yours.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.”

“Same here, especially not on Valentine’s Day. I’m glad I snooped around though. I’m sure you probably wouldn’t have given that to me on your own, huh?”

“I would have…eventually.”

You laugh, hugging him tighter. “It all worked out in the end.”

“Yeah, I guess it did,” he hums in delight of feeling you in his arms, “Though I’m sorry we have to spend our first Valentine’s Day together babysitting my siblings. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How about tomorrow?”

“Hey~ I love your siblings. I’m glad I could see them today! Anytime with you will be time well spent, but I will take you up on that date offer for tomorrow,” you wink.

He kisses you one more time, sealing the deal, before the two of you finally leave the room, remembering the two kids that needed to be supervised. You walk out hand in hand, which makes Mikey gag as Emma cheers for joy, making you both laugh. Everything was perfect.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

LETTER EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[f0point5]

Holly shit I wanna talk about all the rumours about lando asking for nudes and etc, look I get it you are young, travelling almost every week to different places and just relieve yourself put leaking his texts from 2020 and now being 2024 like? You had the chance to to it for so many years and now you leak them and for what? FAMOUS PEOPLE DESERVE PRIVACY TOO! Just saying it louder for the people in the back.

Also the leaked texts of Christian? I have never been more icked and cringed out in my whole fucking life, you are trying to rizz up a girl idk age at least have shit to say and not spam calling her to Jack off wtf, his wife and kids being in the same house as him??? Or now they will read the texts too? I would never show me face on earth if I was him tbh also max being questioned about it and saying he should deal it himself is even more embarrassing, I thought horner was a sweet guy but I guess not Idk.

What is your opinion on this?

Leaking people’s messages is fucked up behaviour point blank period. If you are offended by something someone says to you you need to adult the fuck up and handle your business yourself. There is no need to let the world in on that. None. If there’s been a crime, you take yourself to the police. Failing that, block and move on.

But Lando, my sweet summer child, you can’t be shocked that these are the girls you find. I know it’s tough being famous and you’re travelling and you need hot girls that can fly out or whatever but messaging an influencer with 200k followers and fashionnova links in the bio…you’re not making smart choices. Again, there are ways to go about this, and he’s going about this like he’s not famous. I am not surprised his shit gets leaked.

On a separate note, I’m not going to roast him for asking for nudes, but I’m going to roast him for asking for nudes. I fully accept that he’s being a normal guy his age, but normal guys his age suck. Like just…is there anything that turns a girl off more than a guy asking for nudes on Snapchat? Buy an OF subscription and save that chat for the girls that are actually getting paid for this. Again, not demonising him or holding him to a double standard…I don’t like this behaviour from anyone, so he is included in that.

Never read a more dead, dry, crusty chat in my life. Or a more poorly written conversation. This man wears a pinky ring…why can’t he spell properly? The flirting is just sub-zero. This is a man who has not had to try to get a woman since the late 90s. Idk what spice (pun intended) he used in Geri but oof it expired a while back. Not surprised in the least by the actual content, typically nouveau successful married middle aged man behaviour. It’s all so very cliché. He’s stressed, he’s lonely, he’s sexually frustrated. Aren’t they all. They just be like that. No one in that business is sweet, that is a veritable fact. You don’t where he got by being a teddy bear. But yeah the cringe of that chat will never be forgotten.

He very much has a dad vibe to me still, in a very Freudian way. Like, the guy you gravitate to at work because he seems like he could be someone’s father and he talks so well of his kids, but at the same time he’s flirty enough with you to make you feel special in a way your actual father never did and he soothes your need for affection because even though he’s flirting you still feel like you’re receiving approval from a father figure, even if it’s not your father. Ya know?

[shiverandqueeef]

gay xander and what could have been

allegedly, whedon had planed from the very beginning to eventually have one of the scoobies come out as gay, they just hadn't decided right up until the writing of season four whether it would be xander or willow. So what happened is we ended up with three seasons of gay subtext popping up around both of them. and obviously, with willow, we get the follow through. But with xander, all of those little moments and hints just...fizzle out.* It adds such a frustrating element to his characterization. I can't help but wonder what kind of character he would have ended up being if they had decided to make him the gay one rather than willow.**

the main issues with xander that a lot of fans have pointed out over the years and which now dominates the narrative around his character analysis is a) jealousy over any man who receives attention from buffy and/or willow b) entitlement to the bodies and sex lives of the women around him c) continually unchecked slut shaming of women, both his friends and love interests and of course d) the show not only excusing all of this but actively framing him as being right

so if they had landed on making him gay...how would that have effected the way they wrote him? Gay men can absolutely be misogynistic, but the particular flavour of xander's misogyny is so fuelled by his sexual attraction to, resentment of, and entitlement towards the sex lives of the women around him.

The first three seasons as they are would still be the same, and there is a lot of xander being utterly unbearable while the show insists his behavouir is perfectly acceptable and understandable and even noble at times. from The Pack to Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered, to just his entire attitude towards angel and later angelus and even later towards buffy in relation to angelus...oof.

i wonder then, if there would have been a shift from young, insecure and closeted xander who covets women as objects, into a self actualized out xander who realizes the way he treated willow, buffy, cordelia, anya ect. was the result of his own sexual repression and desperate need to be validated as a Successful Heterosexual Man.

I mean. we almost certainly wouldn't have. I guess it depends on whether of not whedon continued to identify with xander and use him as a self insert/mouthpiece even after the character was made gay, and if xander no longer being the lense through which whedon could project his own issues would have made him let go of the character a little , and if that would have allowed the writers room to re-evaluate their approach to the character and maybe gain some insight into the ways in which they had been perpetuating misogyny through him. and okay i kind of doubt it...but if that had happened, maybe we would have gotten a less misogynistic xander...or perhaps he would have been just as entitled and judgmental as ever and it all would have been a confused muddled mess because while the doyalist reality of whedon's own misogyny would have continued to dictate the character there would no longer have been any watsonian explanation for xander's attitude/behavouir.

anyways, this is a far from a well put together string of paragraphs but im just pondering the celluloids ya know? And oh man, as a side note, gay xander would have at the very least saved us all from 1) having to watch him thirst after the teenage potentials and 2) dating dawn in season 8.

*okay there was that one time in s5 where he goes on in detail about what makes spike so alluring but other than that

**ofc you can pry lesbian willow from my cold dead hands and even then i'm counting on rigor mortis to keep my claws in it

TLDR: the writers at one time considered making xander gay and i'm curious how that would have affected his characterization

[howlingday]

I suddenly want to see how Blake would be if she had a bit of Dr.Grey's personalty.

I really hope I got the right girl.

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Blake: Good news! She missed your lower intestine, and any vital points in your circulatory system.

Weiss: That's good.

Blake: No, honey; you had a flaming spear inside of you. That's the opposite of good. Now, remember to not put too much strain on yourself, or else you could reopen the wound. And believe me, it won't be pretty.

Weiss: Duly noted, but if you call me anything other than ma'am, I will shove a flaming spear inside of you.

Blake: Ooh! You're hostile! I'd love to psychoanalyze you.

Oscar: (Ozpin) It's good to see alright, Ms. Schnee. We'll need you for the coming fight.

Blake: ...So, there's a little boy who sounds like my old Headmaster. Anybody want to introduce me?

Oscar: (Ozpin) I am Ozpin, former living headmaster of Beacon Academy. Upon my death, I was resurrected into the soul of young Oscar Pine here, who has been an unhelpful nuisance other than a mode of transport.

Oscar: Then feel free to get out of the vehicle. I'll even park so you can walk out safely.

Blake: Ooh, forget you! I'm gonna psychoanalyze them! Wait, no, that's not fair. Psychoanalyses for everyone!

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Blake: Excuse me! ...Where did you find that sword?

Pyrrha: Uh, in an ancient ruin outside Shade.

Blake: Uh-huh, and are you certain it's man-made?

Pyrrha: Why wouldn't it be?

Blake: Well, for starters, it isn't using human technology. It just emitted an arcane wave pulse. Very deadly. And pretty! May I?

Pyrrha: Uh, sure?

Blake: ...Ah, I thought so. Magical catalyst. I've seen this countless times.

Pyrrha: Countless times? Um, you seem to know a lot about magic.

Blake: I'm a genius with an IQ of 240. A girl can only cut open so many soldiers before she needs to find a hobby.

Oscar: Um, I don't feel very safe around you anymore.

Oscar: Neither do I.

Blake: I sewed them back up, Mr. and Mrs. Panicky. Thank you very much!

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Blake: Move out of the way! Doctor coming through!

Sun: Argh, dammit!

Blake: Oof! That is a LOT of blood.

Weiss: Yes, please fix him. Without any creepiness.

Blake: Only if you hold back your snarkiness.

Weiss: ...I am not snarky.

Yang: Weiss-

Weiss: I am not snarky! Besides, even if I aas, which I'm not, at least I was able to capture that prisoner.

Sun: Ow!

Blake: Oh, don't be a baby. It's no different from sewing a coin purse. Or a sheep bladder.

Sun: (Hisses, Winces)

Blake: There. You should be all good-

Sun: (Tries to get up) Great, Doctor, because I need to get back in the fight-

Blake: -AFTER you rest for three days.

Sun: What?! Ow!

Blake: You lost a lot of blood. It'll take a few days to replace what you lost. Until then, you are on comfy bedrest.

Neptune: So nothing's changed?

Sun: Haha...

Yang: I just got word he's awake.

Weiss: Good. Maybe we can finally get some answers from him.

Blake: Excuse me, I was kind of busy saving your friend's life. Did you say the prisoner was awake? If so, I'd like to speak with him... alone.

Yang: What? Why?

Blake: Well, if you recall, he and his friends turned everyone on my island into piles of ash and gore, and the sand into glass. Anyone that violent would certainly benefit from a... psychoanalysis check-up.

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Blake: Hello!

Thug: Do whatever you want! I'll never break!

Blake: Hm, I see. And tell me, do you know where we are? This is a remote research facilty designed to study the surrounding wildlife. I did an internship just like it in grad school. It has a laboratory, an incinerator, and oodles of state-of-the-art surgical equipment and chemicals! Would you like me to show you~?

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Blake: His name is Tyler Diggs, he's ex-White Fang, and he was kind enough to hand over the coordinates to a nearby radio jammer!

Weiss: That's... insane. How did you do it?

Blake: I just had him weigh his option between severing his spine and not severing!

Yang: Are... Are you insane?

Blake: No, silly! I'm Dr. Belladonna! Ha! Dad joke!

Yang: Uh, can we go see him?

Blake: Of course! Let me just go put him back together.

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Blake: Oh, it's been so long since I've done field research. I'm glad you invited me out here. I going a little crazy with all the whining and complaining. "Oh, my blood hurt!" "Nobody told me to bring my medical record!" "Please stop drawing blood, I'm feeling tired!"

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Blake: Ruby, if you could, can you have Crescent Rose perform a thermal scan of the area?

Ruby: Oh, uh, sure! ...Um, sweetie?

Penny: YES, CAPTAIN MOMMY?

Ruby: Can you get Mommy, um, a thermal... sweater... from the base?

Penny: YES, MOMMY.

Blake: If you put the AI of a killing machine into a sniper rifle-scythe, you don't cut corners.

Qrow: Uh, wouldn't it be safer to give Ruby full control of the weapon?

Blake: Oh, no, no, no! You see, I had already run the tests, and came to the indisputable conclusion that we are all safer with Penny in charge than Ruby, who had the weapon for eight seconds, and sent fifteen of our own people to the hospital. We were BIH-ZEE that day.

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Blake: Well, this is certainly one of the more interesting symbiotic relationships I have ever seen. But maybe you and the sword should take some time to breathe and talk things out.

Jaune: Oh, really? Well, uh-

Blake: Right after I administer some electroshock therapy.

Sword of Destruction: RUN, YOU FOOL!

Jaune: Um, no thank you! (Sprints away) NO THANK YOU!

Blake: WE'VE GOT A RUNNER~!

Jaune: YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE! YOU'RE CHASING A TRACK-RUNNER LETTERMAN!

Blake: RUNNING ONLY MAKES ME WANT YOU MORE!

[vacantgodling]

oof okay. i didn’t think i would have to make a post talking about it but this may be my general blanket statement about it and hopefully i don’t need to make a hard and fast rule about this topic (for myself).

generally speaking, idgaf if minors follow me. i used to yeah—and i used to try and censor my blog and shit i posted because i knew i had, essentially, kids following me (why they were, no fucking idea but that’s the main reason i deleted my old blog and made this new one here because i was getting so stressed out about it) and i just didn’t want to be held responsible for “exposing them to shit” or something like that.

however. like. it’s my space, it’s my area, and i was (before) making myself miserable worrying about fucking children so i decided that i’m just not gonna do that anymore. and generally speaking, since making this blog i haven’t. when i was a teen, i followed and interacted with adults on the internet and i was fine. and i know i have some followers/mutuals/friends that i’ve known since they were younger and i didn’t feel weird about talking to them or anything. it’s good for kids to have outside adults to talk to etc etc but that’s not why i’m making this post.

basically, i’m making this post to say: if you are going to be a teenager/young adult (like 16-19) and you decide to follow me i need you to understand that i’m an adult, i talk about adult things (not just sex btw i mean just like. i’m for the exploration of dark topics in media and it will show up in my work occasionally) and that is your responsibility to navigate.

basically what i’m saying is, and bless this person’s heart. i just had a young teen/adult gimme a follow. and usually when people follow me, i do a quick scroll check to see what they post, if i want to follow back, etc etc. but the first post i saw on their blog was them rbing a very… shall we say young and on the internet opinion against a nuanced post that i personally rbed on my side blog myself without the take that this person rbed on it. just as a tldr the original post said basically “dark topics in media should exist and can be a tool to help people know what it looks like and identify it in real life so they can be able to navigate and stop this shit from happening irl.” like. a basic sentence and take (to me). this is obviously not saying you Have to go seek out media that makes you uncomfortable to read it if you don’t want to, but i’ve seen the notes on that post and i’ve seen and heard people talk about how having access to media that discussed their situation helped them themselves either come to grips with it, or to identify that it was happening or happened to them. it’s a nuanced take, and it’s one that i (personally) agree with.

yet the comment they rbed is the usual argument you see from someone who is not able to think about a situation broadly. the standard “oh well i’ve experienced csa before so i don’t need to see what it looks like” which again, tapping the sign, this is not for you then, and you don’t have to read books that explore those topics if you don’t want to. but the fact of the matter is: you aren’t going to know what everything looks like that is the breadth of the human experience—positive, or negative. shutting yourself off from potentially experiencing it via reading (a safe place) isn’t going to help you help anyone or have a complete understanding or opinion about it aside from this knee jerk reaction which is the antithesis of the post. and when all you (the person i’ve blocked btw. idk if it’s hard or soft and i don’t care really) have to add to this conversation via tags is “oh op probably made this post to justify jerking it to mha porn” then i need you to understand you are too young to be following me.

i trust people to make their own decisions. but i don’t really understand when people follow me and then have opinions like this. (hell there’s a lot of people who follow me where i don’t understand Why because it doesn’t seem like what i write would be in their wheelhouse but i can’t and won’t police people from reading my shit if they want to) however when i see stuff like this especially coming from a youngin’ i just don’t want to deal with that. because i know one day i will probably post or talk about something nuanced and i don’t want to invite a potential “callout” or “cancel culture” or freak out in my notes or argument in my inbox i’m just not doing it.

so at this time i’m not making a rule that i don’t want minors/youngins following me, again, i don’t care, but if you are going to like please please please actually understand when you don’t need to be following an adult with opinions that make you uncomfortable for your own sake.

[violetfairydust]

20 Questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @dear-massacre thank you! I love you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

0 as of yet, but I do plan on posting soonish!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Out of all of the fics I've written for Teen Wolf, my total word count so far is 1,115,142

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Predominantly Teen Wolf. I used to write for The Hunger Games and Divergent, but those have taken a back seat.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I haven't posted full fics yet, but my mom's approximate top 5 favorites are

Spring Breaking the Rules - Liam and his friends are going on spring break and he invites his crush without consulting with his friends

Skating By - The Hales go rollerskating and run into some interesting characters who want Derek's attention. Features very jealous Stiles

Teacher Conferences - an AU where Stiles and Derek are dating during 3A. They run into Jennifer at the store the day before school starts and Stiles is jealous she's talking to Derek, and then the following day at school they get into a sass off

Operation: Hayden - Mason, Corey, and Nolan are afraid Hayden is coming back to Beacon Hills to reconnect with Liam even though he's moved on and they try to prevent the two of them interacting with the most ridiculous means possible

I Love You, You Love Me - all human AU where Scott dresses up for kids' birthday parties for extra money. Malia hires him for her young sister's party and he has major issues with his Barney costume

My top 5 most popular snippets that I have posted are

Stiles and Isaac argue about costumes from 'Here for the Boos'

Stiles' wetsuit from 'Lydia and the Princess'

Derek is concerned about Stiles from 'What Sees Us in the Dark'

Stiles is sick and Derek plays doctor from 'Doctor Derek'

Stiles wants to adopt the weird teenager from Louisiana from 'Needs a Waterpark'

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

When I was writing on FF dot net, I would sometimes, but I didn't have a lot of time. As soon as I get posting more, then yes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Nothing Left to Lose. Bring on the brooding, inner turmoil, and mutual pining.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics end on a happy note, or they're not super angsty. Off the top of my head I'm going with Family Practice because it's the fic where Stiles and Derek become parents and it's a very happy occasion.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have in the past, yes, and it was one of the major reasons I stopped posting at all.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

In my mind, yes. On paper, no. I used to, but I never posted it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I posted on FF dot net a fic that was really popular and then I found out one of my readers wrote a very similar fic. It wasn't stolen or a direct rip off, but I could tell it was very clearly based off what I wrote.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've collaborated ideas, but we didn't write it together.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I gotta go with Sterek. Always and forever.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One of my old Divergent fics. I wrote it in Tris's POV and posted all of it, but then I was going to write it in Al's POV and I got halfway through, but readers will know how it ends.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can come up with some funky fics. I enjoy my creativity.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. Either of the setting, characters, or actions. I try to flesh it out in editing, but it's difficult for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't personally do it because I'm not fluent in other languages. I'm totally fine with other people doing it. I just don't know enough to make it good.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oof. I think it iCarly or Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm proud of so many of them. One that I always go back to entertain myself is If I May Say because I gave myself an excuse to watch YouTube while writing. Scott challenges Malia to only reply to people with the last thing she heard in the video she's watching and her replies were perfect and concerning.

[forabeatofadrum]

El WooWoo Wednesday! Thank you @confused-bi-queer and @larkral for the tag.

Yesterday started out terribly with me having a breakdown during a meeting at my job (oof) but it ended on such a high note. I don’t really share where I live on the internet (anymore) cause ya know internet security but now I kinda wish I did cause I mentioned several times that I organised a week filled with queer events and my big event was yesterday and I am still high on energy. I was so nervous beforehand but it went really well and the actress we invited was super chill. People also complimented me and said I didn’t seem nervous at all so +1 self-esteem there.

Gah, it was so good.

Apart from that, no writing is happening. Like I said I had a wee breakdown because I’d been living with constant stress for the past 1.5 weeks, partially due to the events, but also my studies, including my thesis. How’s my thesis going? It’s going. I am almost done with the analysis but it’s still very hard and frustrating and there is a lot of second guessing.

And of course, when I am not being Responsible, I am playing Zelda. I actually gave some more thoughts to the Zelda fic idea that I shared on Monday, but I’ll once again put it under the cut for spoilers.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias (congrats on the baby!!!) @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @chen-chen-chen-again-chen ​ @cutestkilla ​ @nausikaaa ​/@wellbelesbian ​ @artsyunderstudy ​ @martsonmars ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites​ @blackberrysummerblog

Okay so I reread Any way the wind blows and I forgot that Aryll is fucking 110 in that fic. That’s old! I mean, she had to be old cause the Calamity happened a hundred years ago AND Aryll needed to be old enough to properly remember her brother, but damn.

Now, I actually don’t know how many years are between Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom. We do know that Link is 17/117 in BOTW. Time has clearly passed, since children have grown up and places have changed. One change is that Link is an adult who can now drink alcohol at the bar in Gerudo Town (lmao). Someone (who also organised the aforementioned queer event) looked up the legal drinking age in Japan, which is 20, so does that mean there’s 3 years between the games?

That would make Aryll 113. If 110 was already pushing it, then 113 is really pushing it. Aryll was already weak and old in my fic, but man. So when the pirates attack Lurelin, is she still alive or did she die from old age? It’s established that Hylians have a human lifespan. But say she is alive in TOTK, then damn how will she flee Lurelin? Will Kiana and co. take her with them? But Aryll will have a lot of problems traversing through Hyrule. Even Faron is already difficult to traverse since it’s a big forest.

BUT

BUT

What if.... after Link and Aryll reunite..... and Link saves Zelda....... and Zelda sees the situation.............. Zelda goes to Purah. Purah reversed her age with Sheikah tech. And sure, it went a bit too far and she became a literal child, but she’s a teen/young adult now. This also kinda fucks up the 3 years idea, but also this is Purah so I won’t be surprised if she now sped up some aging in order to reach the age she wanted. What if, between games, Purah reverses Aryll’s age to match Link’s? Hmmmm. HMMMMM. Again, I’m just mumbling. I don’t know if this is a Legit Fic Idea, but I like to think about it.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 40

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You break the news to Seb, then go to see Magnus together!

Author’s Note: Idk how to go about this on tumblr, and my note is very long (and VERY VERY VERY IMPORTANT), so please go to this extra/faux chapter on ao3 for what I want to say!

Table of Contents + Work Summary

Check it out on ao3!

Prev | Next (if you want to skip my Author Updates(tm), please go straight to chapter 44!)

You can do this, lady.

Deeeep breaths.

I knock on Seb’s door. 

“Come in,” he murmurs. 

Sounds like he’s not at his PC for a change; it’s confirmed when I enter and see him sprawled across the black couch to my left. There’s some soft synthwave playing from his computer, and he’s putting aside a comic book he was reading through before I arrived. He looks sleepy as he graces me with a cute, lazy grin that I can’t help but return. 

“Brace yourself, bitch,” I warn him. 

“What?” I put my bag and phone down, then dramatically flop my body on top of his, my cheek landing on his chest and my legs tangled with his own. “Oof.”

Now, rip the bandaid off!

“I… M-Magnus and I got jiggy–”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

“–and I didn’t know how to tell you so I’m distracting myself from the immensely strange feelings I’m having by crushing you like small bug.” 

I squirm around a bit, making sure to add as much extra weight to my boyfriend as I can. His right arm splays across my upper back, while he giggles beneath me. 

Then, I dig my face into the small gap between his left arm and his body to the best of my ability. 

Then, I start crying. 

“Whoa, gettin’ my pit wet.”

“Sorry.” I sniff, putting my face back where it was when I pounced. 

“What’s up, baby?” Seb murmurs, petting my hair with the hand that was on my back.

“I know you’ve both consented but it’s still so fucking hard not to feel weird.”

“So let’s make it less weird,” he laughs. He lifts my face so that my chin rests on his chest as I look up at him behind teary eyes. “Gimme the hot deets.”

I raise a brow. “The hot deets?”

“Yep. How was he?”

My face flares before I tuck it back onto Seb’s shirt. My runny nose is squishing against his sternum. “Good…”

“Just good?”

Sighing, I shrug, before I timidly admit, “...Really good.”

“Good, he’d better be with all those years under his belt.”

“Allegedly,” I stick a finger up for emphasis, “he’s young for his race,” I half-assedly defend our mutual friend. 

“I’m sure he is,” Seb quips back, “but more than a century is more than a century.”

While using the same finger I had elevated to poke him lightly on the arm, I say, “You’re doing awfully well for yourself, considering you’ve got several hundred less years of experience.” I sniffle. “Good job, buddy.” I flatten my hand and pat his bicep to emphasize my point. 

“So, threesome?” 

Unable to tell if Seb is joking or not, I giggle, before sarcastically replying, “Yeah, okay.”

He slants his lips in faux (?!) disappointment. “Damn.” 

Still can’t tell if he’s being silly or not… I kiss the weird look off him. 

“You wanna come with me to see him later?” I murmur. 

“For a threesome?” 

I snort and roll my eyes. “Sebastian.”

“Kidding.” Truly can’t tell… “What for, though?” he asks.

I shrug. “If you wanna get into – or exposed to – magic again, why not start now?”

Eyes trained on the piece of my hair that he’s twirling beneath his fingers, Seb sighs, subtly nodding. “Fair point. I guess I could try.” 

A cozy moment of silence passes.

“...So like, is he even under the gay umbrella?” I quietly wonder aloud.

“Fuck if I know.” Seb stares up at the ceiling as he reminisces, “I didn’t really try busting a move when I was last spending time with him, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.”

I laugh. “I had a feeling you had it bad for him too, based on how you’ve spoken about the guy.”

“Yeah,” Seb responds dreamily. “He’s so hot.”

“So hot…” I poke Seb’s chin, and he looks back down at me. “Considering Magnus is trying to human again, how do you think the others are gonna react to our situation when they find out?”

“Most of the older adults around here will probably hate it,” he notes, “so it’s best we don’t let them in on this.” Then he adds, “I mean, my mom might be safe to be honest, ‘cause she just wants me to be happy. It would probably be risky to tell her this early though.”

“Yeah… What about, like, Sam? Feels shitty that he’s been so openly into me, and now he has to watch me have two boyfriends.” I correct myself, “Or… one boyfriend and one lover, or something? I don’t fuckin’ know.” I shake my head slightly. “Magnus and I haven't made things ‘official’ yet.”

“I can break the news, if you want.”

“No,” I shake my head and pout. “I mean, I’d appreciate it if you could be there, but I feel like he should hear it from me just as much as from you.”

“You sure you wanna see the lil’ guy cry like that?”

“Sebbyyyy,” I whine. “Don’t make me feel worse…”

“Sorry, I was just kidding.”

“No you weren’t.”

“No I wasn’t.” He winks at me. I bite his chin. It’s so sharp. “Ouch.”

“Get got, nerd.”

I roll onto my back, still laying on Seb. He wraps his arms around my tummy as I scootch up, digging my face into the left side crook of his neck. “...I wonder if Magnus would be into a threesome.”

Seb snorts. “Only one way to find out.”

“I don’t want him to feel pressured, though.” I kiss Seb’s jawline, just under his earlobe. “Don’t want you to feel weird seeing it either.”

“I’d probably be doing just as much with him as with you, if you’d both let me.” I nod, confirming it. “I think it would be a fair trade.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Unless you’d feel weird,” Seb tacks on. 

I think for a moment… Would I?

I picture it: Seb and Magnus kissing. Both of them kissing me, in separate places. All four of their hands on me…

Oh.

My cheeks heat up and I squirm a little to ground myself. “I wouldn’t feel weird, no…”

Seb whispers, “You just got yourself all riled up, didn’t you?”

I don’t answer. 

“(Y/n),” he sings my name, low and slow. Makes me shudder.

I mutter an incoherent apology into his skin, doing my best to hide my face. Seb scruffs up my hair a little, before gently yanking it close to my scalp so that I’m in his view. I reactively squeak, and he slants himself into a position that’s gotta be uncomfy just to absorb the sound with a kiss. A completely horny sigh escapes me as I let him toy with my lips, smooching and tugging at them all he wants.

“When were you planning on heading over there?” he murmurs against me. 

“Mm–” I chuckle, attempting to separate myself so that I can cohesively answer my partner’s question. “I dunno. Aside from… yesterday... uh...” I pause, trying to find the words I’m looking for. My cheeks darken, and Seb knowingly smirks. “Aside from yesterday’s happenings,” I settle, “we did do a lot of really boring work. Trying to give myself more of a breather today by heading there later than usual.”

“Fine by me.” Seb tugs me back against him, and I happily oblige. 

Next, he’s pulling me further atop him, straddling his hips. His hands roam my sides as I slip my tongue between his lips, making as much contact as I possibly can with the man. Unfortunately, as a familiar ache grows in my lower belly, I’m reminded of the aching inside of me too. Shit.

“Um…” I interrupt. Seb hums inquisitively. “So, like… I’m kinda sore…” I hide my face in his neck for the upteenth time today.

“Was he too rough with you?” I can’t see Seb’s face, but I can almost hear the frown. 

I shake my head. “I all but asked for it, but like…” I squeak again, before admitting, “He’s, like… huge.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“Did he take care of you?” 

I nod, reminiscing of our post-romp activities:

After some kissing and cuddling, Magnus helped me get cleaned up. He ran a bath for me, which he enchanted so that it would soothe any aches I was dealing with; and while I was in there, he made us a late lunch, so that we could continue our work whenever we both felt up to it. 

I was pretty tuckered out, so I wound up just watching him work, occasionally internalizing whatever he taught me about what he was doing. By nightfall, I figured I had it in me to get back to the book I was starting to flip through earlier in the day. I got super immersed in the text, escaping to the front lawn after finishing about a quarter of it to try and experiment with some minor and Magnus-approved spells.

The whole time, he made sure to periodically check on me. He offered potions, which I rejected, hoping that the bath would’ve been enough (I’m realizing today it wasn’t); and offered to give me a massage, which I also rejected, not wanting to keep him from his duties.

The wizard took about as much care of me as I let him, and then some, which was super cool given that I didn’t expect him to be the type to coddle anyone.

“Yeah, he did great with that, actually,” I admit.

Seb grumbles, “I’d be kinda pissed off if he didn’t.”

I look at him again, and he’s very pouty. I kiss his jaw, then his cheek. “Magnus has been really good to me. Super patient, too,” I promise. “You’re both amazing, I feel so lucky to have had such a weird situation work out like this.” I kiss the corner of Seb’s mouth. “I love you so much,” I tack on, before finally meeting his lips.

“Do you think you love him?” he softly wonders after we pull apart.

Scanning Seb’s face, I nod, then chirp out my affirmation. To my surprise – which I supposed is misplaced, considering how kind and understanding Seb’s been throughout all this stuff – he smiles warmly. “I figured.” My boyfriend then admits, “I did too, once.” 

A gremlin-like laugh makes its way out of me. “I shoulda known it was more than a crush.” 

“Read me like a book?”

“Oh yeah.” I come clean and add, “I mean, I was skeptical, I guess, but some signs were there.”

“Whatever, smartass.” 

I blow a raspberry at him. He bites my tongue, emitting a small and playful growl as he does so, causing me to quickly retract. “Ow!”

“Shoulda kept that thing to yourself. That’s payback for getting my chin earlier.”

Rolling my eyes, I hop off of Seb, then offer a hand to help him up. He lazily accepts, putting very little effort into getting up; purposefully flopping around limply rather than making way onto his feet.

I observe, “You’re like a dead fish.”

“I’m tired…” 

The statement reminds me how late he was up working. After leaving Magnus’ late last night, I offered for Seb to come over and work on his laptop at my house, so he’d at least have some company. He was super hyper-focused though, and knew he’d get too off-track if he were to stop, so we settled for staying on the phone with each other until I fell asleep. 

I successfully avoided telling him about The Sex, wanting to wait until I saw him in person. I was lucky to be able to get it done today. Dude’s been coding like craaazy lately.

“Want some coffee?” I offer the sleepy man.

Seb fucking moans, prompting a giggle from me. “Please.” 

I bribe him in a singy voice, “You’ll get coffee if you get up,” knowing he’ll probably be a little more energized if he stops laying down too.

Finally rising, Sebastian feigns disgust, shaking his head with a snarl on his plush lips. “Oh, you play dirty, (y/l/n).” He straightens out his shirt – a gray henley, with the sleeves rolled up, as they often tend to be unless he’s in one of his signature hoodies – then reaches for my hair, giving me a soft pat on the head. “C’mon, ya little shit.”

_______________

Seb put his coffee in a travel cup, meaning we were able to head over to the wizard’s tower right away. I wanted to stall some more, but the more he thought about the arcane again, the more eager Seb grew to dive back into things straight away. To compromise, we took the longer route, walking through town and past Marnie’s, Leah’s, and then Andy’s houses as well as that broken down shack closer to the edge of the cliff. 

It still looks pretty fucked up, but I could’ve sworn I saw a figure in the window - something animal-like, with big round ears. It freaked me out a little, and I kinda wanted to investigate, but I refrained. Maybe I was just seeing shit. 

The cold chill had Seb and I snuggling up shoulder-to-shoulder, and the majority of the trip was spent in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence alongside the beautiful views of the valley. It was nice. Reminded me that I should probably go for walks just to do it more often, rather than only leaving home with a set destination in mind. I mean, now that I’m not in the shitty and shady corner of a huge city, I’m no longer putting my safety at risk by doing that.

As we approach the tower’s front steps, I slow to a halt; my thoughts are racing at the idea of being in the same room as two people who I’m very much in love with, who have very little association in that regard with one another.

What if Magnus wants to greet me with a kiss? 

Or what if Seb wants to loop an arm around me while we’re being taught something? 

What if I get flustered by being around both of them, and they both see it or feel it or whatever, and I can’t do anything but just accept their silent assessments of me, therefore getting even more flustered, and–

“What’s up?” 

When I peer up, Seb’s looking at me with a worried expression. His brows are furrowed as he studies me, knowing something is up. 

“I’m… I’m just nervous.” 

“Think about what I said earlier,” he commands, beginning his ascent of the stairs. I jog up the first few to catch up to him. 

“What?”

“Remember when I was like, ‘Let’s make things less weird,’ or whatever?”

“Mhm,” I confirm. 

“Let’s keep that goin’, alright?” Sensing that I’m not following, Seb continues, “If things get weird, or you just feel weird, let’s make things less weird.”

I squint. “The fuck are you on about?”

“What do you mean?“ he asks incredulously, as if he’s making perfect sense.

“Like, how do we just make things less weird when there’s a whole other person with us?” 

“Move on from it.”

“Move on from… huh?!” I whisper to myself before complaining to Seb, “It’s not that simple.” I cringe, adding, “Also, this is fucking corny. Sounds like some teen sitcom or soap opera-ass logic.”

“But it works.”

“How do you know–” mid question, Seb knocks on the door. “Oh god damn you…” I sigh, “Degrassi -sounding motherfucker...” 

He winks at me.

“Come in,” Magnus shouts from inside. 

“Does he even know you’re here? I didn't think to tell him,” I murmur to Seb as he twists the knob.

My boyfriend nods. “I relayed the idea over to him on our walk.”

“I thought that shit drained you,” I observe as the two of us enter. I begin taking off my zip-up hoodie, as Seb removes his black leather jacket from his own shoulders.

“It does.” He lifts his hand and subtly shakes his coffee cup. 

“Coffee replenishes mana…?”

“Anything can, as far as I remember. Shit varies from being to being, or something like that.”

“That would be correct,” Magnus joins in just as I’m kicking off my boots. “I hope you don’t mind, but we briefly have another guest as well.”

“Oh?” I tilt my head. “Is Camilla here? I figured she would’ve been a lot louder if–” 

“(Y/n)!” 

Fucking Leah comes running over from the other room. My eyes gape and jaw drops. I look at Seb, who has a brow raised. Then, my gaze trails up to Magnus, who has a kind and encouraging grin on his features.

“H-hey!” I finally greet her back, my shock turning into delight. “What are you–” I pause, noticing what looks like a potion stain on her shirt; the fabric is glowing, with a sparkle to it that appears to be fading. “Oh, no fucking way!”

“I know right?!” she beams. 

Seb chuckles, his attention directed to Magnus. “So you’re just teaching anyone this stuff now, huh?” I elbow Seb for being snarky.

“Not just anyone, no!” he defends. “She just so happened to become aware of my abilities, and I sensed she might be a capable wielder herself.” He looks proud as he grins down at the woman, much shorter than he is. 

“No whammies yet.” Leah shrugs, directed towards Seb. She turns to me and continues, “Anyway, babe—“ I blush at her platonic use of the word, like the dummy I am — “you didn’t tell me you could do magic!” 

“I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to tell people!” 

“There is validity to the concern,” the wizard butts in to support my claim. “It’s best that you keep this as exclusive as you can manage, young Leah. I trust you'll be responsible about this.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Rasmodius.”

Seb whispers, “So formal…” Prompts a quiet snort from me. I’m not sure how close Seb and Leah are, if at all, so it’s probably best she didn’t hear another jest from him.

“Why not use his first name?” I wonder out loud to her.

“That would feel weird… like referring to a professor by their first name, you know?”

Seb and I both shrug, my head tilting side-to-side slightly as I nonverbally weigh the truth of her claim. It’s a fair point.

“Now, I’ve some business to attend to with these two,” Magnus tells Leah. “Could I ask you to check back in with me in a few days, perhaps with a log of any changes you’ve undergone, if any?”

“Ooh, homework!” she quietly enthuses. “Sure thing.” 

After some more idle chatter while she collects her things, Seb, Magnus and I see Leah out. When she’s gone, I feel a slight weight lift off my shoulders. My friend’s presence inadvertently eased the tension I was feeling as a result of the romantic situation at hand at first, but I quickly grew worried that she’d somehow find out about that, and it rudely took precedence in my brain. Granted, I feel like she'd encourage it rather than judge... but who knows.

“You really think she can do this?” Seb inquires. 

Magnus winces. “Yes and no,” he answers. “It may be in her blood, alas, her drunken enthusiasm on the matter was nigh impossible to turn down.” 

“Drunken?”

“After you left the fair, and the town started to empty up,” I begin to fill Seb in, “Magnus popped over to see how I did in the competition. Leah joined us totally shitfaced. She wouldn’t let me bring her home,” I gesture to the wizard, “and so this dumbass offered to teleport her. So she accepted.” Magnus glares at me when I face him fully, and I grin a cheeky smile back. “Surprised you didn’t mention that when you gave me the recap,” I note to him. 

Drawing closer, Magnus points out, “I’d assumed she’d be too intoxicated to remember the conversation, to be entirely honest.”

“Seems like magic in itself,” Seb adds. In the meantime, Magnus leans down to press a kiss on top of my head. My heart thumps hard, as I respond to the gesture with a red-faced smile. “She’s a bit known on saloon nights for not being able to hold her drinks well,” Sebastian continues.

“That makes two of us,” I mumble under my breath. 

“It’s alright, little one,” Seb condescendingly coos as he pats my head. I giggle and swat him away, as he asks Magnus, “Alright, what’s up first?” 

“Come,” he orders Seb, with a nod of his head towards the main room of this floor. “You’re due for a refresh, I presume.”

“Absolutely.”

“Should I be there for whatever you two are doing?” I ask, stuck in place as Magnus and Seb had begun to walk away. Unsure of whether to direct my question at my boyfriend or my soulmate, my eyes bounce between the two of them. 

Seb grins softly at me, offering out a hand for me to take. I grab it while Magnus answers, “Of course, dear. I presume you’d be interested in seeing your partners in action, no?”

Partners? I guess I’ll just have to ask Magnus separately if we’re “official” by elemental standards or not. Regardless, the term as well as his phrasing heats up my features.

“Well, obviously,” I agree, “but I don’t wanna get in the way.”

“Hush,” Magnus jokingly scolds me; meanwhile, Seb teases a very on-brand, “Shut the fuck up, c’mon,” tugging my hand further towards himself and– …our? My? Whatever – elemental boyfriend.

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Something I find very interesting about Jon is how he exist outside of the drama that is superhero groups, particularly young justice. Because you’d assume he, like most young heros, would be involved with them. But 3 months prior to his return, all of these people knew him as a little kid, and then he comes back as one of their peers, and I just imagine it would probably be a very weird and alienating experience where he’d feel like he didn’t belong.

On a more lighthearted note, it’s also very funny to imagine Jon not being interested in yj at all, but then taking one look at this group of secret underground investigators with ties to a terrorist organization and going “that’s more my style”. God bless him for that.

oof yeah, everyone got the team experience except Jon. I guess Super Sons counts but it was so short-lived and now they aren't really a team the way YJ or the Titans still are. He used to be too young, and now he's got too much on his shoulders, responsibilities specifically for him, to make a team.

Also yes I hope that he joins The Revolutionaries more permanently, they're all around his age, want the things he wants and are already his allies. so it'd be fun to see that. I'd love to see more interactions between Jon and the rest of them. Kon thinks he's the cool sibling for having a hero team but his little brother is part of an organization who were wanted by the US government, saved two countries and had the gall to steal from Batman lmao RIP Kon.

Kon: So me and my friends have this cool cave, which is our base. Dw it's nothing big, I bet you'll get something soon one day too. Jon: Oh nice! Me and The Revs have two bases, the flying ship El Rucio and our boat for the truth, we also have a submarine, and obviously, my fortress of solitude but that's only in emergencies. Kon: you......have your own fortress of solitude???