#tired of this endless excluding

[midnight-stormm]

Another thing I wanted to state that stood out to me was when dream said how sapnap was a crucial part of dteam in the meetup vlog and that really hit me the most.

Too many times we seen people exclude sapnap from dteam. Cutting him out of photos or clips where he is with dream and george. Only refering to dteam as dream and george without even mentioning sapnap. Basically erasing his existence from their lives and dteam and its sickening.

Sapnap is their rock. The glue that holds dteam together. He is indeed a crucial member and doesn't deserve to be treated less than especially to no ship. You can't have dteam without sapnap. Same goes for dream and george. They all play a role in making dteam.

He doesn't deserve the hate and it was real nice to hear dream say that. It's not the first time but it just shows how much he cares for sapnap; same for george, he care about sapnap as well.

It's called dream team for a reason. Stop excluding sapnap.

[nanaslutt]

NEED A PART 2 OF MMA TOJI RNNNN

Pt 1. here

Contains: fem reader, angst to comfort, fluff, lots of screaming & crying, manhandling, Toji isn't the best with his feelings, confessions, mutual pining, cunnilingus, Toji cums in his pants, soooo much dirty talk, sweet sweet lovey dovey filth, hickeys, biting, crack :3

MDNI

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You woke up from your nap with the grating jingle of your phone ringing on your nightstand. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eys, glancing at the clock- 9:13 pm. "Fuck, I must've been tired." You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as you grabbed your phone right when the caller ID of Toji's assistant disappeared from your screen. It was then that you noticed how your phone had over 35 missed messages from the team, 5 plus calls, and even a text from your best friend, Shoko.

"What the fuuuuck?" You whispered into the room, standing up to flick on your light, your phone started ringing once more- Toji's assistant was calling again. You slid the green check over, answering the call, "Are you with Toji right now?" Her rushed voice spoke through the phone. "What? No, I was sleeping." You answered, sitting back down on your bed as you sat criss crossed on top of your sheets. "Fuck, he won't answer his phone." She cursed, the sound of a car revving could be heard in the background- why was she driving this late?

"You're scaring me, what's going on?" You said, swallowing the lump in your throat as you fiddled with the hem of your shorts. "I'm so sorry babe, it's okay, but I'm going to need you to stay off of your phone, I'm on the way to pick you up now." She said as calmly as she could muster. "Please tell me whats going on, is Toji okay?" You asked, holding your hand over your chest as you felt a sort of nauseousness come over you. "I don't know what that asshole is doing, he's probably drunk or something." She responded, cursing under her breath some more as she finished.

What the fuck did that mean? You put her on speaker and swiped out of the call, not wanting to give her any indication that you were scrolling through your phone after she just told you not to. The first message you checked was from Shoko.

Shoko: Is that video real?

Shoko: Babe, pick up your phone, what the fuuuck is going on

Shoko: This is not the time to be napping, fuck, pick up right now

You scrolled through was seemed like an endless row of texts from her that all read the same thing, until one caught your eye, making your heart sink to your stomach.

Shoko: Why didn't you tell me you were hooking up with Toji?

Your heart started beating out of your chest, you covered your mouth as you felt something rise up your throat, your face felt hot as you took in her words. How did she know you and Toji had been hooking up? Your swiped over to the work group chat that Toji was excluded from and started from the top.

Main manager: Someone get ahold of Toji NOW, and let me know the moment you do, he's playing with his fucking future here.

The thread continued with your coworkers all chattering about Toji, most of them saying how he wasn't responding, this and that- a couple girls you were close with were asking in the chat how you were doing. You were going to be sick. You saw one of his managers say something about a Twitter video in the thread. Faster than the speed of light, you opened up the blue bird icon, and your feed was immediately flushed with snippets of a video you had partook in earlier that day, of you and Toji fucking in the PT room, the most noticeable account that was posting them being Toji's himself.

It was only then that you registered Toji's assistant had been talking to you as her repeated call of your name left her lips and entered your brain. "Fuck." You covered your mouth with your hand and rushed to the bathroom, your name could be heard yelling out to you through the speaker as you barely made it into the restroom in time. Coughing as your knees lay next to the toilet bowl, you heaved air into your lungs as you tried to process what was going on. You were so scared; a million questions rattled through your brain.

Why would Toji post that now? The two of you had been doing this and filming it for months, so why now? Why could no one get ahold of him? Were you going to get fired? We're you safe right now? Toji has been the sex symbol of the MMA world for years, he had too many fangirls to keep track of, surely they had it out for your head now. You groaned into the small space of the bathroom, flushing the toilet you stood up on shaky legs and walked back into your bedroom.

Toji's assistant must've heard your breathing because she called out to you again, "Are you okay? I heard the toilet flush. Fuck I'm going to kill him I swear I-" Your weak voice cut her off, "I gotta go." You said, not hearing her protests as you clicked the big red button on the screen, ending the call. Anger, confusion, and sadness along with all of these unanswered questions consumed your entire being as you opened up Toji's chat and spilled your guts out to him.

You screamed, your voice cracking as fat tears rolled down your face, curses coming out broken as you choked on your words; and to think you were actually starting to like him. Of course, he was like all the others. You threw your phone against the wall, a loud thumb resounding against the hard surface as you buried your head in your hands, sobbing into the silent room as you waited to hear the knock of Toji's assistant through the wall.

--

Toji doesn't think he's ever felt so frantic in his life, even amidst all the chaos that would come with showing his face in public, especially around what was going on right now, he forgot to throw on a face mask as he ran into the elevator, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the numbers to decline, hitting the bottom floor.

How was he going to fix this? Could he fix this? He swore he would never throw another punch again if he couldn't make this right, fuck being the world champion MMA fighter, that didn't mean anything if you weren't there by his side. He was thrown back to earlier that day when he had invited you over to his house for drinks, feeling dejected when you had to decline, saying you had a lot of work to do and errands to run- and so little time to do so. He couldn't help but think how things would've been if you had come over for drinks.

The two of you would've drank some expensive liquor he got from some rich old man at a company dinner, probably bickered; as the two of you did. He bet you would've been rolling around together in his sheets right now, continuing what had occurred earlier in the day. He ultimately would've missed the text he got from the strange number from being so absolved in you-- or maybe the two of you would've been cuddling by then, your naked chest pressed to his as some show played in the background of his too-large bedroom while he sipped on the expensive liquor and felt your heartbeat against his skin.

There was always the possibility he could've seen the message after the two of you were finished, and clicked on it anyways; at least then you wouldn't be thinking he betrayed your trust and had leaked the video himself, and you could've delt with it together.

He couldn't stop thinking about how uncharacteristically sad and weak you sounded. The anger still being evident in your voice, but the sorrow and betrayal were thick in your tone, you sounded utterly defeated. He had never heard you curse his name in the way you did through the phone. You really sounded like you meant it. By the time he came to, he was already halfway to your house, he had no idea how he had gotten so far and not realized. He could have been running people down in the street and passing through every red light and not have known.

He prayed he would make it to your house before anyone else did, after all, he knows all the shortcuts to your home, he had spent a lot of time there over the past months you two had been doing whatever it was you were doing. He swerved past cars, ignoring his blinker signal as he raced through gaps in the lines of the road between vehicles, not being conscious of his well-being as the only thought on his mind was to get to you.

He pulled into your housing complex, parked his very expensive car on the side of the road, and didn't even bother locking it as he made a b-line for your front door. You were still crumpled on your bed and crying when you heard the frantic knock on your door, signaling to you that Toji's assistant had arrived. You pulled yourself off of your now tear stained sheets and wiped your wet cheeks before you started making your way for the front door.

The pounding continued, making you scrunch your eyebrows together in annoyance. You know she had no idea how to know if you heard her, but you were feet away from the door, have some patience. With a sigh, you turned the handle to your door and swung it open, stepping to the side to let her in, when you froze. Standing in front of you was none other than Toji himself, he was panting like he had just finished running a marathon, his hair was damp, his shirt was wrinkled, and he looked more of a mess than you did.

For some reason, Toji was the last person you were expecting to see, hearing about his disappearance from everyone and all. You registered his presence too late as he forced himself through the doorway and into your home. "Toji-" You started, feeling the anger start to rise, and the tears start to form in your sockets. "Let me talk." He said, quietly, shutting the door behind him as he took slow and careful steps toward you as you backed away.

You felt like the prey, and he was a predator the way he was stalking your movements. "Ill scream right now." You said as serious as you've ever said anything, keeping your eyes on him, unwavering. "It wasn't me-" He tried to speak. "Get the fuck out of my house!" You yelled, not wanting to hear him out. He called out your name softly, followed by a please. "Toji, get the fuck out!!" You repeated, pointing your hand angrily to the door behind him. Your sudden movements broke his stalking spell as he took long strides quickly up to you. "Stop!" you yelled again, louder this time.

You turned away from him to excape to another room, but you were too late. He grabbed your arm with a force that scared you, keeping your body in place as he wrapped the arm around your body, placing his other hand firmly over your mouth as he pressed you back against his chest, keeping you in place there. You tried yelling against his palm, curling your arms up to dig your nails into his forearms as you wiggled against his iron grip.

He knew this was absolutely the wrong way to go about this, but he had never done anything like this before, his emotions were too overwhelming. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispered, holding you against him, making sure his hand placement on your hip wasn't hurting you too bad as he brought you down on the floor to your knees, all the while his hand stayed over your mouth as tears flowed freely down your face, curing into his hand.

"It wasn't me, baby it wasn't me who posted that video." He said softly, keeping his hand over your mouth while he got his words out, making sure you were listening. "I would never do that to you." He continued, while you gripped his large forearm with a force he didn't even know was possible for you to exert, breathing heavily as your screams and attempts to excapre from his arms died down.

How were you supposed to believe him? A part of you really wanted to, Toji did not seem like the kind of man who would do this, so boldly if anything. Why would he post your sex tape on his main account unless he was batshit crazy? But you knew there were definitely secrets this man had under his belt, which made you skeptical as you tried to listen to his words, taking deep breaths in through your nose to get your emotions under control.

"My phone got hacked, that's the reason no one could reach me, the reason you couldn't reach me." he made a point to emphasize. "I clicked on some stupid fucking link because my ego felt bruised.." He paused, to which you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion at his explanation, but listened nonetheless. "And my phone shut down. I got a call from my manager cussing me out for posting that shit, but I explained everything to him." He said softly, keeping his iron grip on your body.

The tears still flowed over your cheeks, dampening his fingers as he spoke, "When I saw your messages I came over here as fast as I could, I'm sorry for not responding I-" He paused, swallowing a lump in his throat, "I couldn't let you think I would do this to you, I had to know you were okay." He said, feeling his face heat up at the words he was saying, the man had never been so vulnerable in his life.

He kept his hand around your mouth for a couple moments after, letting you absorb his words before his hand fell from your mouth, the arm around your body loosening in tandem. "Never grab me like that again." We're the first words that fell from your lips, making him wince at your harsh tone. "Where is your phone?" You asked next. "My house." He responded quickly, trying to gauge your reaction now that you had heard the truth.

You stood from his grasp, his body staying on the floor as he watched you get up and walk forward a couple steps, looking like you were wiping your eyes while you faced away from him before you turned around to look at him, and with a quivering lip you sighed, sliding your body down the wall adjacent from him, only a couple feet in front of him as you tipped your head back against the wall and let the hot tears roll down your flushed cheeks, "Fuck." Your voice came out cracked, "What am I going to do." You cried, covering your mouth as you kept your eyes shut, sobbing in front of him.

"The team is meeting at my house, we'll figure this out." He spoke, trying to reassure you, but his words only resulted in you snapping at him. "Easy for you to say! Everyone is in love with you! Do you have ANY idea how many people would kill to sleep with you?" You said, dropping your chin as you raised up from your spot on the floor, now standing in front of him.

He called your name, slowly standing from the floor as well as you continued yelling at him, "Those people are going to hunt me down for this Toji! Fuck! This is such a fucking mess, I should've never slept with you in the first place." Toji's breath caught in his throat as your words hit him harder than any punch he's ever received in the ring. You continued pacing in front of him, running your hands through your hair and cursing under your breath.

"You really mean that?" He said, making you stop your pacing. "You would really take all of that back?" He was trying and failing to keep the hurt out of his voice, but you were too overwhelmed to notice it anyway. "Well we wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't kissed me all those months ago would we?" You spat, looking him up and down. His eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes squinted at you, "This isn't my fault." He spoke, tilting his head at you.

"Who's fault is it then?" You challenged, walking up to him and placing your chest inches from his. "YOU hired me on the team, YOU kissed me first, YOU took the first video, YOU started this." You said, poking your nail into his chest with every point you made. "So were just going to skip over how YOU accepted this job, YOU kissed me back, YOU begged me to take the video, this is not my fault!" He yelled back, shaking his head at you.

"Well, It's sure as hell not mine!" You defended yourself, backing up from his body as you shook your head in disbelief. "I never fucking said it is!" He yelled your name, "This is not out fault!" He tried to keep his composure, but you were making it so fucking hard. "Then who's is it then, huh? Who's is it?" You challenged, tilting your head at him and squinting your eyes as you waited for a response that never came.

"That's what I thought If we just never fucking started this in the first place, we. wouldn't. be. here." You spat through your teeth, making the vein on his forehead pop out in annoyance as he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his feet. Maybe he was wrong about you, he really thought there might be something here but the way you were so willing to wish so easily that you never started this with him in the first place was making him rethink that. "Fuck!" You shoved his chest when he didn't answer, walking into your bedroom to excape this conversation, you felt like you were going to be sick again.

"Where are you going?" He yelled, walking after you as you made your way through the doorway into your personal space. "Anywhere if it means you're not there." You said back, biting your lip between your teeth as you tried to take deep breaths to calm your angry stomach. You weren't sure you were even mad at Toji for this, you just needed someone to blame. He was right after all, you took on this job, you chose to cross this line with him, you consented to everything, but the thought that you might even be a little responsible for this was driving you to deflect, deflect, deflect.

"That's it then? We're done talking?" He said, following closely behind you as you distanced yourself from him with the bet between you. "Toji I don't know what else you want me to say." You said, waving your arms out in front of you as you sighed, shaking your head at him. "Tell me you don't regret this." He said, the sadness returning to his voice. "Tell me you don't regret the last 12 fucking months we spent doing this just because of this." He said like the current situation was nothing.

You laughed incredulously, finding no humor in the situation, "This, could very well be the end of my career." You said, ignoring his first demand. "This might be nothing to some big hot shot celebrity like you, whos sitting on some fucking gold mine, but I'm a little different Toji, I'm not some famous celebrity who can just never work again after this and be fine." You said, your lip quivering as you spoke.

"That's not what I meant." He tried to interject, to no avail as you continued ranting. "Who is going to hire the slut who whored herself out for the number one MMA fighter in the world? No company wants that kind of baggage." You said, shaking your head. "Don't say that shit about yourself." He said, looking sternly into your eyes. "That's all they fucking see Toji, that's all everyone thinks I am." You said, huffing out a curt laugh once more.

"Who cares what a bunch of strangers think about you? They don't matter!" He tried to reason. "You don't fucking get it! You're not listening to me!" You responded, raising your voice. "No, You're not listening to me!" He yelled loudly, catching you off guard at the desperation in his voice. "It doesn't matter what they think because I know. I know what you are. Do you want me to spell it out for you? Huh?" He yelled, his voice cracking as your crying picked up again, hot tears running down your face.

"I love you, okay? I'm in love with you." He yelled, his chest heaving. "Do you see me talk to anyone the way I talk to you? I don't even fucking look at anyone besides you." He said, exasperated, watching the fat tears roll down your cheeks as you watched him with a slack jaw as he made his way to your side of the bed. "The first person I look at when I finish a match, it's always you. It will always be you." He said, grabbing your face in his hands as you stared up at him, silently sobbing, your hands coming to rest on the small of his wasit.

"So tell me you don't regret what we've built, tell me." He said, clenching his jaw under the weight of his teeth. Your red eyes gazed up at him, iris swirling with confusion, sadness, anger, reciprocation. You were thrown back to what started all this as you stood on your tippy toes and crashed your lips with his, hot tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Toji inhaled sharply, wiping the hot tears from your cheeks before dropping his hands to your waist he pressed you against his body, moving your lips together needily. You whined shortly into his mouth, smoothing your hands over to the front of his chest as you started pulling up his shirt, trying to get him naked. Toji understood fully, pulling away from the kiss, he yanked his shirt off of his body in one swift movement and placed his large hands back onto your hips, connecting your lips again.

Toji walked the both of you back a couple feet, bumping the back of your shins against the bottom of the bed frame. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck and let him pick up your body, his hands coming to grip under your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his torso and climbed onto your bed, laying your back down on the sheets.

The two of you gasped and panted into the other's mouth through the messy kiss, quiet moans could be heard from the both of you when Toji started humping his hips shallowly into your clothed cunt, to which you wrapped your legs tighter around his large frame, encouraging the feeling. "I don't-" kiss "regret this-" you whispered against his lips, opening your eyes that locked onto his darker ones, blurry from the proximity. "Yeah?" He breathed into your cavern, one of his hands coming down to pull your legs off of his waist so he could pull your night shorts off.

"Yeah~" You wined, running your hands over his toned chest while he leaned back on his heels and pulled your shorts and panties down your body in one swift movement, exposing your already-soaked cunt to his eyes. Toji wrapped his arms around your thighs and pushed you higher up on the bed, making room for himself as he slotted himself between your legs, gripping around the fat of your thighs, he let you sling them over his shoulders as he pressed soft but needy kisses to the insides of your thighs.

"Toji~" You whimpered, keeping your swollen eyes on his as he looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He tightened his hold on your thighs, squeezing the fat in comfort, "It's just us baby, let me take care of you." his deep voice spoke softly. The rapidness in which you were experiencing all of your emotions at once was giving you whiplash, but Toji's comforting thumb rubbing your skin was helping you ground yourself.

You nodded, and with that, Toji vacuumed his lips to your clit and got to work. "Ffuuck~" You wined breathily, tipping your head back against your familiar sheets-- heavy eyes shutting in pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, humming against it. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, soaking in each and every one of your reactions. He released your clit with a pop; sticking out his tongue he dragged it through your folds before bringing the wet appendage back up to your clit and drawing his name across it.

Toji started humping his hips into the mattress, not being able to handle your soft moans echoing into his ears and his alone. He felt like the two of you were the only people in the world, he hoped you were feeling the same. He knew he couldn't fix this situation with the snap of his fingers, and it was sure to come with some level of consequence for the both of you, but he didn't want you to think about any of that right now, he just wanted you to focus on his tongue, and the pleasure it was bringing you.

He wished he could make you feel like this all the time, you looked like you were experiencing complete bliss, the way your eyes were screwed shut and your head was thrashing, you looked like you were in another world mentally from his tongue. Toji felt extra sensitive at this moment; maybe a combination of the confession and your sweet moans, the way you were squeezing his head with your thighs, your taste, all of it was making him feel like a virgin.

The mattress was also working him over surprisingly well. The ache in his cock was so strong, so he appreciated any sort of relief, he just didn't expect humping the bed sheets like some pre-teen would feel so good-- once again he thinks he had you to thank for most of what he was feeling. He couldn't help but wonder if he could get off like this; losing himself in your cunt as his thoughts kept rolling, he rapidly flicked his tongue on your sensitive bud, keeping his eyes on your flushed face.

"Right there- Fuck- Toji-" You wined, thrashing your head back and forth against the mattress, you laced your hands with one of his on your thigh, the other threading itself through his hair, still damp from his shower, as you gripped onto the strands for support. He headed your words, rolling his warm tongue over your clit as he drew shapes and words onto the bud, loving the way your back arched and the muscles of your thighs tensed under his hands.

He groaned into your wetness when you started rolling your hips against his face, moaning 'mhm''s into your cunt at his approval. He knew you were getting close when you started holding your breath, your moans pausing for a period of time before a larger one echoed throughout the room, another telltale sign being the way your thighs started to shake. "B-baby I'm gonna cum- 'ur gonna make me cum-" You whimpered, squeezing his hand in yours as he rapidly brought you to your high.

The man between your legs pinched his eyebrows together while he watched you fall apart on his tongue. He Humped his hips against the bed he felt himself feel dizzy watching your eyes roll back in your head as you repeated his name like a mantra. He felt his own orgasm crash over him as well, right when you gripped your nails into his hair and started riding out your own.

He moaned loudly into your cunt, sending delicious vibrations through your pussy as he worked you through the shocks of your orgasm. Toji's eyes were rolling back in his head as he felt rope after rope be realized into his pants, firmly pressing his hips into the bed for as much relief as possible as he shook his head against your wetness, letting you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm out on his tongue. "Fuck-" You heaved, releasing your grip on his hair you pulled is back to push your own out of your face, blinking away the fuzziness your orgasm created in your eyes.

Toji left one more kiss against your oversensitive clit before pulling away and raising his body to sit back on his heels, your thighs now slung over his more muscular ones. Your half-lidded eyes dropped to his crotch, noticing the twitching from under his sweats as a dark grey spot had formed right where his cock was. "Toji, did you-" You started, raising your eyes back up to meet his and blushing at the sight.

Toji was breathing heavily, his jaw dropped in a small o as his eyes flicked between your own, and the mess he made between your thighs. That same mess was coating the entire bottom half of his face, some on his nose and upper cheeks from how sloppily he had been eating you out. "Didn't know you liked eating my pussy that much." You smiled at him, wrapping the naked bottom half of your body around his hips as he leaned into you, placing his strong forearms by the sides of your head.

He leaned down to the crook of your neck and started leaving slow, teasing kisses against the skin, making you gasp softly. "Has there ever been a time we fucked that I didn't eat you out first?" He asked, his hot breath tickling your neck as he used his hand to tip your chin toward the ceiling to give himself more room. "Even when we have five minutes to get our shit done," kiss "I still eat your cunt out first don't I?" His deep voice vibrates into your skin, making you moan at his words.

"Yes, you- you do-" You respond, letting him spoil you with his heavy neck kisses. "I love makin' you feel good. Makes me so fuckin' hard to see you squirmin' like that cos of me." He continues, shallowly humping his semi-hard on against your naked cunt as he speaks. "Every time I feel you cum on my fingers before I fuck you." A bite could be felt on your neck, pulling the skin towards him before he let it drop back into place, "Makes me feel like I'm goin' fuckin' crazy." You whimper, grinding your hips into his as you meet his slow thrusts.

"Love hearin' you too," You giggle when he kisses a ticklish spot. "Okay I get it, you're in love with me~" You tease, running your hands through his air as he sucks purple bruises into your neck. "It's just that though." He says, pulling his head away to look at you directly. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

You've never seen the expression that was currently lying across Toji Fushiguro's features right now, it didn't look wrong; just unusual, and you think you could get used to it. He looked so bashful, almost pouting as he blushed down at you; he looked so soft. He leaned down for a kiss slowly, the two of you looking between your lips and eyes before-

*ring ring ring* ..... *ring ring ring .....

Toji dropped his head back into your neck defeatedly with a sigh, he almost forgot what was happening right now, you had that effect on him. You laughed at his reaction, feeling him leave weak kisses against your shoulder as you reached over to the nightstand and grabbed your phone, sliding the green button across the screen as you held it up to your ear.

"Hello?" You spoke into the receiver, wincing when the grating voice of Toji's assistant screamed through the phone. "I'm here, tell me why Toji's car is outside your house right now?! Are you with him?! Why did you not tell anyone!!" She yelled, Even from Toji's place on the opposite side of your neck, he could still hear her words loud and clear. "He got here not too long ago, and wanted to explain everything to me." You answered, running your hands through his hair absentmindedly as you spoke.

"Explain?! Explain what?? Why he leaked a fucking sex tape on a major social media sight, ON HIS PUBLIC ACCOUNT??" She yelled. You had to admit, her rage on your behalf felt nice, you always did like her, but you couldn't help but giggle at her words. After a brief back-and-forth explaining the situation to her, she sighed, and you heard her car start up again in the background. "Next time Toji goes MIA and the entire team is going batshit trying to find him, please at least let someone know." She sighed, feeling a headache come on.

Toji snatched the phone from your hand and pressed it against his ear. "We were a little busy." He said, rendering her completely speechless for a couple beats. You made sure to smack him upside the head, wrangling the phone back from him you muttered out a quick 'sorry' before letting her process Toji's words some more. "I don't want to know what that means and don't tell me. I don't wanna be liable for any of this shit, I don't know anything." She deadpanned, making you laugh into the receiver.

"Oh, so this is funny to y-" Another loud sigh could be heard from miles away from the intensity of it leaving her lips, "The two of you meet the team at Toji's in ten, hanging up now." She said before the dial tone blared through your phone. You turned your phone off, your body going limp against the sheets as you were brutally forced back into reality. If you had it your way you would stay in this bed forever, embraced in Toji's arms as the two of you lived your whole life out in this one room.

With a groan, he begrudgingly rolled himself off of you, walking over to your desk he grabbed your purse and turned back around to watch you sling your legs off the side of the bed and start sliding on your pants; the expression on your face was distant. Toji placed your bag on the mattress before he slotted himself between your legs and held your hands in his face, making you look at him. "It's going to be okay." He said, nodding his head. You shut your eyes, feeling the nausea start to creep back over you, Toji's words aided in keeping most of it down.

"Fuck, I don't wanna go" You said, leaning your heavy head into the side of his palm. He wasn't used to seeing you so soft, but it pulled all the right strings in his heart. He knew this was an absolutely horrid situation, but he couldn't help but want to engrain this exact moment into his brain forever. "It'll be alright, well get through this together." He reassured. You cracked your eyes open and stared at him blankly, pouting your lip at him.

"I meant I didn't wanna be seen with you and that very obvious cum stain on your pants, but that part too--sure, we'll figure this out." You said, forcing back a smile. Toji licked his teeth before the warmth of his hands were gone, and he walked over to where you kept your pants in your closet, you laughed as his figure disapeared into the open walk in closet, his wet pants and boxers being comedically thrown out of the room as he found something suitable to put on instead.

He walked out in a pair of your plaid pajama pants, that were about a foot and a half too short on him. "You know what, I'm glad your sex tape got leaked." He said, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at you all too seriously for the silly outfit he was adorned in. You covered your mouth as you burst into a fit of laughter, the scene made Toji internally sigh in relief, he knew you were trying to play tough to protect yourself from all those scary emotions, so he was glad to see you genuinely smile tonight.

"Let's go big boy." You said, throwing your bad over your shoulder and swiping your phone from the desk as you headed for the entrance of your bedroom. Toji followed hot on your heels, bumping into you when you stopped in your tracks and turned your head over your shoulder. "I think I'm falling in love with you too." You spoke into the quiet air, welcoming the feeling of Toji's warm hand rubbing on your arm before you trekked forward and made your way out the door to Toji's penthouse to meet the team.

Bonus scene:

You and Toji walk into his main room, every member of Toji's team sitting in his living room already as the chatter bustles loudly, computer keyboard clicking resonating through the room, men yelling at poor representatives on phones mixing with the conversation.

The room goes completely silent as soon as one of them looks your way, the rest of their eyes following; you swear a pin dropping could be heard.

They took in your states, Toji, his hair slightly wavy, slightly straight, sticking in every direction. The pants he wore bursting at the seams of the thighs as the ankle of the pant rested bellow his knee. You, adorned in black leggings and some band T-shirt, two different colored and different length socks hugged your ankles, your entire body wrapped in a snug looking grey robe- and of course, the dark purple hickeys that scattered across the expanse of your neck.

Toji raised an eyebrow, his lip curling upwards as his deep voice spoke. "Somethin' on my face?"

[thespoonisvictory]

GOD the Jaime-Cat Dungeon Scene (tm) is so good. We spend chapter after chapter watching Cat in utter conflict with herself, torn in different directions. She wants to find her daughters in King's Landing, to go to Winterfell and parent her sons, to stay with her dying father, to mourn her recently dead husband, to be an advisor to her son and brothers that they actually listen to. She is trying to be a mother, a daughter, a sister, to both nurture and council Robb. But it's too much, she can't do all of it.

Meanwhile, Jaime is locked in a dungeon for the entire book (very wife in the attic of him) and yet scarcely goes a chapter without his name being referred to by one person or another. He's practically present in conversations with Cersei and Tyrion, for how much they evoke his name to try to convince the other of something. Others think of his battle prowess, or want him dead, or share the story of his evil deeds, and Cat isn't excluded from this. He's a symbol more than he's a person, a token, a bargaining chip. Never to be harmed for fear of the Stark daughters' lives, but completely trapped by his own status.

So this makes it all the more satisfying to see Cat, in a fit of rage and grief, go downwards to question him at last, after hundreds of pages of this evocation of his name. She's tired of the lack of movement, of the posturing of the men around her, of all that she has lost and had to shrug off to keep going. And what does he tell her? That there are too many vows, too many promises that conflict. He says that honor is too much, that he could never have kept all the plates spinning. That it's too much!!

After a whole year of endless loss and fear and feeling completely alone, one visit to this symbol of a person and he completely and transparently spells out her entire deal, so much of her internal anguish. And then he looks at her and says that there are no men like him, that no one else would get it. like oh my god. george!!!

[heespect]

ℒost Time · n.rk

pairing : Ni-ki x afab!reader

warnings : idk? It may probably sound a bit angst depending on some people's point of view

-note : honestly, I didn't like this that much but I spent last night working on this and I just decided to post it

wc : 1,3 k

THE CAR SPEAKERS CRACKLED TO THE SOUND of the radio back then, singing the sweet melodies of the songs of the moment. However, their acapella could barely be heard as so many teenagers roamed the streets, enjoying their youth.

They had no time to waste, as sweat streamed down their foreheads and they laughed like wildlings after a few dumb jokes were told by one of their friends.

That was youth, the one you spent your entire childhood dreaming of, looking out the window and imagining when you would be one of those happy teenagers on the street.

But when we live in a world like this, there's nothing more ironic than time.

You couldn't quite tell exactly when your life seemed to completely unravel, following as if it were just an automatic flow that you wouldn't remember the next day. It was all so monotonous, you would repeat your entire routine daily, forgetting about the world outside. Why is it so draining?

Wake up, get dressed, have your breakfast, go to school, jot down any nonsense your teachers incessantly write on the boards, nod when your friends make a joke, go back home, do homework, and then sleep. You would repeat this tomorrow, maybe for the next few months, or maybe until the day you finally found yourself in adulthood, occupied with jobs and endless bills to pay every month.

At some point, you felt tired of this life, feeling empty. You saw yourself wasting away your life. Your youth.

But still, you felt unable to change it, suddenly feeling excluded from your group of friends and mainly feeling out of place in a place where everyone knew how to act or have fun. That was until you met him.

Nishimura Riki parachuted into your life, he was quite different and had a unique way of having fun. The boy didn't need to get high on alcoholic drinks or illicit things to have fun, he would just live life lightly.

That's exactly what captivated you.

When he introduced himself in front of the class, with his hair still dyed blond and a clumsy Korean, you would never imagine he would change your life.

"Hi..." He was the one who started talking to you back then, appearing on the terrace and standing right in front of you with a headphone hanging from one side of his ear.

"Hi?" You replied uninterested, almost about to get up from your seat and probably leave, ignoring his presence.

That might sound kind of rude, very rude, but still, you forced yourself out of this automatic zone. Come on, make new friends, live a little more than youth could offer.

But who were you trying to fool? Perhaps you had been living in autopilot mode for so long that you had forgotten how to act normally, how to interact with people instead of just nodding along to everything they say...

Luckily, that was easy for Riki. It was amazing how he could start any conversation, say or do anything that would make you laugh and want to talk more with him.

"Oh, you like him too?!" He practically almost shouted, ecstatic to find out that his new friend liked the same movie as him.

"Of course! Who's your favorite Spider-Man? God, I love Andrew Garfield so much!" You smiled excitedly, waving as you watched his eyes light up with excitement.

And that's how you became friends, sitting on the school terrace and sharing Riki's earphone, while randomly listening to his musical taste.

And then you started hanging out frequently. You rode bikes aimlessly or just went on any adventure he proposed. Sometimes, when you didn't intend to go out, you just lay on the floor of your rooms and talked about trivial things in life.

Thinking about it, that was the youth you dreamed of as a child. You didn't need to get high to have fun, you didn't need to sleep with strangers or probably be your parents' disappointment.

You just needed a Riki in your life to make more sense.

Fall was almost over, and soon winter would begin with small snowflakes falling on the gray streets. It was cold, but still your bodies kept warm as you left the large studio in the city center.

One of the main things you had learned about Riki over time was how much he loved to dance. His mother owned a dance studio, and since he was little, he was interested in and participated in it with his older sister and later with his younger sister.

It was his birthday, Riki was already turning sixteen when you suggested going to a dance studio with him to celebrate his years of life. The boy, on the other hand, immediately agreed to the proposal, promising to teach you some choreography.

Obviously, that didn't work out, you were so busy admiring his talents and trying not to step on his feet that the little meeting was just a failure.

At least a fun failure, you concluded.

"You're not going to get cold?" You asked, eyebrows raised, as Riki, in a gentle gesture, took off his coat to cover your body.

"Nah, I'm good like this," he shrugged, finishing adjusting his coat over his shoulders.

For a few moments, still that night, you considered kissing him. But you didn't, just admiring his beauty.

It had been a while since your heart fluttered strangely when it came to Riki. Sure, he was kind and had never done anything wrong to you; sometimes, he even treated you like a girlfriend, causing confusion in people who didn't know him.

However, you just considered that you might be confusing things. Riki had shown you the good side of youth, how to enjoy the moments, and he was definitely a great friend in the few months you had known each other. You imagined it was just your heart confusing gratitude with love.

The boy cleared his throat beside you, his hands brushing against each other as you both crossed the local bridge in the city, heading towards your homes.

"Thanks for coming with me to the studio, (y/n)," he smiled timidly, showing his white teeth. And oh... How you liked the way he smiled...

"No need to thank me, you goof!" You waved, nudging his arm. "Besides, I should apologize for not having money for presents or birthday cakes..."

Riki then scratched his head, looking away as you both stopped near the bridge railing.

"Um, actually, you don't need to buy presents to make me happy," he explained, looking at the hazy sky just above you both.

"How so? You gifted me well when it was my turn!" You waved, denying. "I'll give you something in return when I have money."

"In fact, you can give me something now..." Riki grumbled, reaching into his pocket.

"What?"

Slowly, he approached, and you didn't mind, of course; this was the kind of attitude he had with you for some time. Before, you thought he would kiss you - you wanted that, but you would never vocalize it out loud, but then he just backed away,

as if he were teasing you.

Your heart raced when his stormy dark eyes met yours, shining as if a million galaxies were in them.

You would never know, but the reason for his sparkle was precisely because of you.

Riki hesitated, biting his lower lip as his soft hands touched your cheeks, slowly bringing his face closer until both were placed in a kiss.

A peck. That was the gift Riki wanted, and it also showed how worthwhile it was to embrace youth, creating memories with him.

The kiss was short-lived, your lips merely meeting his with a brief peck before slowly pulling away with flushed cheeks.

Today, you're happy to look back and reminisce about so many memories, to look at your hand and see the small silver ring on your ring finger.

Youth is like a fleeting butterfly, beautiful and delicate, dancing briefly in the garden of time before flying away.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey hun! What if the reader has a bad tantrum?

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the request! I'm sorry your had to wait so long, sweets. I have a lot of request and I wanted to write them in the order of the requests ❤️

I hope you like how I write your request

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : tired little reader, angst little reader, bad tantrum, comforting daddies, understanding daddies, comfort, reassurance, kisses, cuddles, snuggles, pet names

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you were on a girls day with your friends but everything were too overwhelming for you but you didn't said anything until you got home.

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It was supposed to be a nice and funny day out with your friends. You didn't wanted to think about anything else but the fun you were having with your friends. You hadn't saw them in a while so you were really excited about that day

But everything around you quickly became too much. Everything you have seen, everything you did, all the things people asked you were too much.

A man asked you which tastes of ice cream you wanted, and you didn't expect to have to make a choice. You hated that you had to do a choice because you weren't prepared for that. Everyone was looking at you and were waiting for you to answer while your mind was in panic mode

A woman asked you which size of pants you needed and you felt like she was judging you when you couldn't answer the question. You know what size you had to take but somehow you couldn't tell her.

There were a lots of people at the mall and you didn't except to be meet with so many persons in one day. Even if you didn't talked to any of them, obviously, they were close to you and you felt like they broke into your personal space

And from times to times, your friends started talking about something they did together and where you weren't there so it made you feel excluded. You didn't liked that feeling, you didn't liked that they didn't introduced you to the conversation.

You just wanted to go home and spend the evening, night and all the rest of your days in your Daddies's arms. Yes, that's all you wanted.

You finally step inside your warm house after a long and endless day. You close the door behind you, step out of your shoes, remove your jacket and walk toward the couch. To be more comfy, you decide to remove your pants and sockets before laying down on the comfy couch.

You curl yourself into a little bowl after you rest a blanket above you and close your eyes.

You thought that your Daddies weren't home, you thought they were still at work but in reality, they were working but in their office, two rooms away from you.

They heard the front door opening and then closing and thought you were gonna come to them but as the time pass by and you still weren't by their sides, they thought to themselve that you probably forgot they were working at home today

An hour after you came back home, they decide to take a break from their work and come to you. Steve is the first one to enter the living room. He smiles sweetly at you and goes beside you to kneel down once he reaches the couch.

He slides his fingers in your hair as Bucky sits down on the armrest of the couch beside your head. "Sweetie ?" your Papa gently calls. He can see that you were in a good sleep but he can't let you sleep any more times. He doesn't want you to struggle to fall asleep tonight and if you stay asleep longer, it'll be hard for you tonight and he doesn't want that.

They thought you would've been happy to see them after a day without them but your reaction when you woke up tell them otherwhise.

When you open your eyes and understood your Papa woke you up, nothing could stop the tears to fall down your cheeks. Your Daddy were quick to wrap his arms around you to comfort you but you waved him off of you.

They didn't know what was happening, the only thing they had in mind is to let you letting go of everything you had kept inside. They want to hold you while you cry, to kiss away your tears and to whispering sweet nothings in your ears but you don't let them.

You trash around the couch as soon as they try to reach for you "baby what's wrong" your Daddy asks, worried all over his face "tell Daddies what's on your mind, beautiful" he gently says hoping that a calm voice will help you calm down.

"Jus wanted to sleep" you sob uncontrolably "jus wanted to be in you arms when I came bat but you weren' there" you crul into a bowl and hug your knees "felt alone all day and was sad when you didn had you ams open fo me when i go bat home" you cry and rock yourself

Your Daddies eyes soften and they try to come back toward you to hold you but you were fighting them at first, screaming your little lungs out that you wanted to sleep while in reality you wanted to feel sleepy and relax in their arms

"babygirl let us hold you, please" your Daddy asks "we know you need us to hold you. We won't let you go until you're feeling better"

You start to breath heavily and hiccuping because of your sobs who were making it hard to breath. You reach your hand and grab a hold of your Daddy's arm because you were starting to be scared. Your eyes widen as you look at your Papa, fear in your eyes.

Your Papa rushes toward you and jumps on the couch, he wraps his arms around you and hold you close to his chest, his hands stroking your back and hair to help you relaxing "you're okay sweetie. Don't be scared, it's okay. Take deep breath for me sweets" he asks and starts to take deep breath himself so you would follow.

You start to do it too between your sobs and you soon feel your breathing coming back slowly. A warm and sweet hand is running down your leg "you're doing so good, little one" your Daddy whispers, smiling.

Your Papa scoops back until his back touch the armrest where your feet were resting earlier. Your left side is resting against his chest and your Daddy comes back closer to where you are now. He lifts your feet and rests them against his laps. He runs his hands and fingers slowly on them as you keep crying in your Papa's chest

"let it go, sweetheart. You need it so don't hold back" your Papa whispers in your ear as he rocks you from side to side "we're holding you for as long as you need and want, baby"

You feel yourself getting more tired as the time flies, your little fists are tight around your Papa's shirt and you curl your toes from time to time when a sob is too big.

Your Daddies stay by your side, comforting you, holding you, stroking your sweet skin, kissing you, whispering sweet things in your ears.

When you don't have any more sobs left in you, you ended up just sniffing and squirming in their arms "are you feeling better, princess ?" your Papa asks and you nod, still sniffing.

"how about we stay like this again for a little while ?" your Papa asks, his fingers sliding down your hair "it's okay if you fall back asleep. What's the matter is that you feel better"

You nod against his chest and the last thing your remember is your Papa's hands against your upper body, the sweet words falling from both of their mouths, and the sweet kisses they drop on your body before falling into dreamland

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 6, Poll 11

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Entrapta-She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Qualifications:

She's canonically bi and autistic.

She is word of god confirmed autistic, as well as word of god saying essentially everyone in the show is queer. Most ppl hc her as bi or pan. Her mannerisms, character, and arc were developed by an autistic crew member.

Propaganda:

Bi autism creature with giant purple hair. Very powerful.

She has giant purple prehensile hair. Tech and biotech. She only eats tiny food. She perfectly encapsulates the autistic experience of having fake friends, being excluded everywhere, and only valued for your usefulness. Amazing character development of her own arc as well as realizing how others treat her badly. Beautiful disabled4disabled relationship.

Sydney October Sargent-Camp Here and There

Qualifications:

he has autism, [has] some type of psychosis, and has lots and lots of trangener (ftm) swag

gay trans man and autism and psychosis

Propaganda:

A silly trans guy (confirmed by creators) who has autism and [has] psychosis, alongside being //heavily// implied to have BPD (all unrelated to why he's silly). He can see shrimp colours, is cursed to only eat buttered bread (and similar foods, but can eat non-food items like.. the ground..) and according to his creators, he is "slowly dying of a plethora of chronic diseases". He's practically the living embodiment of "The horrors are endless, but I stay silly :3" (colon three very necessary)

hes a gay trans man with autism and psychosis

Anything Else?:

hes so pretty but im too tired to leave an imag ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[tennisthemedhatesex]

Listen. I am just an endless death note AU generator. Currently I have the following going on:

Coffee shop AU but starting slightly before Light becomes Kira: Light meets this mysterious stranger who was tired/felt like adding weirdness to the world one morning and didn't choose a false name for his coffee orders, and it becomes this sort of running joke/game between them with Light trying to figure out his name or various lore about him and L finding this extremely amusing. But then Light finds the death note. L joins the case. Neither of them know this about each other yet, and as Light and L begin to suspect each other they're still keeping up the charade of casual friendship and a half-joking challenge while it takes on a whole additional dimension and they're catching feelings. Hell on earth for poor Light. They have chess sex at one point.

Death Note Randall and Hopkirk (deceased) AU: my personal favorite but extremely niche. Basically ghost L but. a Specific Flavor. Not only do I steal the rahd lore, but there are some Details (muahaha etc.) You don't need to have seen rahd to enjoy it. Here's a playlist but you could not get me to post the actual fic yet under torture

Modern day AU but the main way that this effects the plot is that Light is majorly into competitive Microsoft Excel and L is secretly the world champion that he's had an intense rivalry with ever since Light started.

Another ghost L thing but in this one L possesses Light's body after his death and now they have to Share

Similar to those time travel AUs where Light and/or L gets sent back and have to decide whether to make different decisions except it's the task force (excluding L and Light) and they have to decide whether to try to prove it and arrest him or try to help him and whether they should let Light know about this or if that would be a death sentence. Lots of problem solving, lots of decision making, Light gets to unmask <3 (This one was inspired by (but different from) a tumblr post I should add a link to if I can find it)

One where I mess with the lore so that Light is transforming into a shinigami due to the number of people he has killed (symbolism etc) but this starts right before his confinement so he has to try to hide it and it generally messes up his plans horribly because. Imagine being under constant observation by the world's greatest detective but you're literally transforming into a death god while trying to hide that anything is unusual about you at all.

"Characters watch the show" but it's characters get transported to this world and exposed to modern fandom. This takes place during the warehouse so Light's alive but Mikami is there. They're just yoinked out of there. There is another version of this that takes place during Yotsuba Arc instead.

Along similar-ish lines, a blatantly comedic fic where L reads explicit rpf about L and Kira in front of Light at one point during Yotsuba Arc and Light gets really mad about it leading to intense debate of what Kira would be like in bed, among other things. Keep in mind Light does not have his memories but he does have strong opinions on the topic, for some mysterious reason that Light tries really hard to justify to himself

And more. I love making things worse for my poor little meow meow specifically because I understand his brand of problem solving on a spiritual level and I like to watch it play out. But also because pushing Light to his extremes and seeing how much it takes for him to snap is like crack to me. Mentally putting this guy in saw traps.

[illumisimi]

Can you do a yandere Shalnark with slight nsfw? “Am I wrong? You want to be loved, don’t you?”

“you want to be loved, don't you?”

characters: yandere! shalnark

warnings: slight non-con, suggestive

notes: im so delighted to be writing for shalnark again, he's most definitely been moved up to my #1 spot for sure ♡

you had simply been caught with your guard down. never had you imagined falling into a spider web such as his; and, try as you may, there was no getting out of it

shalnark had taken a liking to you ever since you had crossed paths on a mission. naturally, you were on opposite sides of the conflict; that didn't stop him from purposely tripping you over to fall right at his feet

in that moment, you gave him an all but welcoming glare, brushing yourself up in a hurry as you were called by a voice from afar. but he only needed those few seconds, eyes locking momentarily, to be convinced that you were the one

it was your attitude, your mannerisms, your...being. everything about you just seemed to spark up something in his mind, and he simply couldn't get enough. watching you disappear into the distance made him realise that, unless he took some sort of action, he was most likely never to see you again

but, unfortunately for you, the two of you did indeed meet again. though, this time it played out a little differently. somehow he had managed to sneak into your apartment, pricked your arm with what you would later assume was some sort of sedative and whisked you away into the hazy city streets

you tried to fight your way out of his grasp. hours spent clawing at the walls of what could only be considered a jail cell. no windows, only a bed and a simple toilet to keep you company when he wasn't around

it was a nightmare. you had heard from others that, despite his cheerful appearance, shalnark was one of the most unnerving members of the troupe. you were now realising what they meant by that

he was good with his words. a little too good. excluding the first few days of captivity where he would be inclined to knock you out whenever you'd try to go up against him, he would always greet you with the kindest of smiles

a plate in his hand, or sometimes even a gift. it didn't matter what he visited you for, his sickly smile never faltered. it was as if he were mocking you

"I brought you your favourite dessert!"

shivers ran down your spine each time he insisted on feeding you. there was something definitely not quite right with him. however, endless days of the same treatment eventually took a toll on you

he happened to walk in on one of your worst days. hands holding your head, you were sat in the corner of the dark room, tears slipping through your fingers

months had passed since you had last had a normal, human interaction. you craved comfort, reassurance, sympathy.

shalnark wasn't stupid. he could see what was going on with you. he would purposely avoid embracing you and giving you any affectionate attention. it was a mechanism that worked all too well for him.

"y/n! are you alright?"

teary eyes shot up from your curled up position, turning your head to look straight up at him. his figure was almost a blur from the light that shone in from the door. if only you could just-

"ah, ah, ah! you know the rules around here, sweetheart"

your attempt at jumping past him proved to be futile. catching you in his arms, you were now being cradled against his body, your cheek resting by his arm as you looked towards the open door

your body went limp. what was the point? you could feel his grip on you tighten, lifting you up slightly to make you look at him. such blue eyes could never belong to someone so corrupt as himself, and yet they stared down at you in faux adoration

he brought one of his hands out to caress your face, soft skin brushing against your tired features. you closed your eyes unconsciously, trying to imagine that it was anybody but him in that moment, finally giving you the peace you craved

"you could've just asked that you needed some extra attention, you know?"

your back was gently pushed back against the wall, legs finally straightening so as to prevent yourself from falling. you didn't lean away from him, though, bringing your face closer to him and resting your forehead by his shoulder

you were so entranced in your imaginary bliss that you hadn't even realised his hands had moved. a smooth touch roamed from your chest down your stomach, brushing over the fabric of your thin cloths

it wasn't until his hand made it a little too close to your thighs that you jolted up, stiffening upon realising his intentions

"what are you-!"

the hand that, just seconds ago, had been cradling your face was quickly wrapped around your neck, pushing your head back against the concrete wall with a low thump

as you looked up at him, it was clear that something had shifted in him. his eyes no longer held the same gleam as a few moments ago

you questioned if he could simply kill you off in that moment

"you wanted attention, didn't you?"

blinking away from him, you furrowed your brows in annoyance. yes, you craved affection, but most definitely not from him

"get the hell away from me"

he could read you like a book. despite all the voiced inside your head telling you to find a way out of his grasp, there was something keeping you back

it was as if you had lost your senses

"you could escape, your chance is right there and you know it. but you're like a deer in headlights"

his voice was laced with an amused tone. he had leaned down, speaking so close to your ear that it would only take a turn of your head to strike him

you missed this contact. more than you would ever admit to

his hand continued his ministrations, sliding ever so close to where you had been deprived of any kind of attention

"you want to be loved, don't you?"

2022 © illumisimi

[1yyyyyy1]

Why is the endless empathy for women who continue to make choices that uphold patriarchy but none is ever shown to women who are tired and want to escape that? Infact when the latter is frustrated with the actions of the majority they are called misogynistic or fake feminists

Many reasons. I have my own biased opinions as to why they behave the way they do, so take this with a grain of salt.

I do believe that most male-attracted women are aware that their life choices will ultimately lead them down the path of marriage and childbearing, hence creating a social padding through guilt tripping and manipulation is a sensible course of action in their case. The male-aligned female figure is easier to empathize with for the average crowd; it is their own unaddressed subconscious. It would not be a stretch to expect the compassion they preach and pride themselves on to be reciprocated yet they routinely fail to do so. There's a misconception that their dismissive attitude is contradictory when it isn't, you simply have to stop believing their words about prioritizing female liberation and women. Factually, their behavior is fully in line with their beliefs, which is maintaining their personal comfort by any means necessary.

It is telling that you say 'frustrated', as in you are reacting to some kind of action on women's part. Women having enough agency to terrorize the women around them is a far cry from the image of a hapless victim they are presented to be. It is true that women's actions can be both self-serving and abusive, making reaction to said abuse imminent. Most people are ignorant when it comes to psychology and either lack the necessary knowledge to come to an appropriate conclusion or refuse to reflect on the nuance out of malice. Inflammatory behavior can be a consequence of prolonged emotional abuse and requires the exact kind of understanding these women demand. I know what an outburst looks like and I have had people confirm to me that my assessment of their behavior was correct. Women seem to fall into a similar 'victims do not behave that way' mindset when presented with vitriol and tend to be dismissive of whoever it is they consider too outspoken to have suffered plenty. In their mind, there is an idea of a petty privileged girl who has no compassion for fellow women out of wilful ignorance. In that sense, there is nothing to have compassion for.

I see a similar point being addressed time and time again without a semblance of resolution, leading to frustration from both sides of the argument. Whether separatism is an effective strategy or not is irrelevant. The point is that you are allowed to recognize that the women who partner men endorse men as a class, and to assert boundaries should you find it to be a conflicting value. That can involve excluding male-partnered women from your social circle and feeling entitled to it. Anything else is abuse.

[evolutionsvoid]

Visiting tropical waters pretty much guarantees you will see plentiful and colorful wildlife. The waters themselves host an endless amount of species, especially around the coral reefs! Such incredible ecosystems! Such beautiful colors and structures! The vast coral reefs and their countless inhabitants is one of the things that makes me curse my weakness to saltwater! What sights I am missing! Oh it makes me even greener with envy when I see humans frolicking about in the ocean and diving down to witness these grand ecosystems! What I wouldn't give! At least I am not completely excluded from seeing the wonders that live below, as sometimes the beauty of the ocean comes crawling up onto shore! The tachyzoa even seem to bring a part of the coral reef with them! Tachyzoa are semi-aquatic mammals that are found on tropical coastlines, with a focus on places that have thriving coral reefs. They should be very easy to identify, what with their vibrant colors and spiny look! The tachyzoa are sometimes referred to as "swimming anteaters" or "anteater seals" by some folk, which kind of sums up their general anatomy. Elongated pointed snout with a long tongue to boot, while its clawed limbs have turned to flippers. Upon their back are hefty keratin plates serving as armor, which are further enforced by the sharp branching spines that erupt from them! To add to this look are the colors, where their fur is almost as pale as beach sand and their armored bits hued with pinks and purples. Like I said, it is like they are carrying a coral reef on their backs! However, it should be noted that this is not actually coral, as I can't imagine a lot of coral species doing well with the constant switching between land and sea. Instead these spines are made from a collection of specialized hairs that are further reinforced by keratin. These multiple strands bunch together at the base, then fray and break apart as they go up, which gives the branched look for each spine. It is a wonderful look, which is both protective and deceptive when its time for them to go diving!

This species spends most of its life in the ocean, diving down to the coral reefs to hunt for food. While there are no ants or termites to slurp up in the ocean, there are still a whole lot of invertebrates to be found! Shrimp, worms, fish eggs and larvae can be found hiding amongst the rock and coral, and the tachyzoa uses its long snout and tongue to reach them. They locate prey with both eye sight and their sensitive snout, but I don't mean by smell. They seem to have some kind of tiny sensitive hairs at the very tip of their nose/mouth, which help them feel around whenever they reach into cramped places. When their mouth is stuck into some burrow or crevice, they can't see what is inside, so these hairs help them differentiate between rocks and food. If their sensors tell them its food, the tongue lashes out to lick them up. Since they are underwater, sticky saliva doesn't really do the trick, so instead their tongue is coated in tiny barbs. They hook onto shell and flesh, then pull them into the waiting mouth. It should be noted that the Tachyzoa is a mammal and thus cannot breath underwater. They need to go back to the surface to get a breath of air from time to time, which for them is like every thirty minutes. The tachyzoa has learned how to really hold its breath! Its long snout also acts like a snorkel when they are close to surface, reaching up just enough to get that breath and dive back down. When underwater, their nostrils clamp shut to prevent water from getting in, and their lips keep a tight seal that lets the tongue go out but still keep out water. The ocean provides tasty food, and the land provides a nice haven to rest. After filling their bellies and the sun begins to set, the tachyzoa retreat from the deep and head to shore. The night brings out new predators in the ocean, and a day of swimming and diving has left them tired. Tachyzoa are not completely defenseless, as their spines have an extra bite to them. Due to their diet, they collect a variety of toxins and need a place to put them. Their body directs these poisons to their spiny hairs, where pores pump the nastiness into these twisted spires. Getting jabbed by one or more of these spines will cause a burning pain to develop around the wound, sometimes affecting the whole limb. Some have described the feeling like being lit on fire or dunked in acid, and the agony can last for hours. Combine it with their armor plating, and many predators hesitate to take a bite. That is if they even find them, as their colors and shape help them blend in with the surrounding coral! However, nighttime means poor visibility for the tachyzoa and resting on the water's surface means leaving your vulnerable stomach exposed. So instead they flee to the beach, where they awkwardly climb up onto the shore and bury themselves in the sand. All that remains exposed are their toxic barbs and the very tip of their snout, which gets the occasional breath as they slumber below. When the sun arises the next day, they emerge and rush back into the ocean.

Despite them being mammals, tachyzoa actually lay eggs, belonging to a rather rare group. When the nesting season comes, the females will go to the sandy beaches to lay their eggs. A hole will be dug in the sand, the eggs deposited and then the mother positions herself atop of them. She will bury herself in the sand with them, using her own body and spines as a shield against predators. The surrounding sand and her body will keep them warm, until the day comes where they hatch. During this whole time, the mother will not eat a thing, living off the fat she has built up for this occasion. When the little puggles hatch, they will climb into her pouch and suck up the milk she secretes from her pores. With her babies on board, the mother tachyzoa will return to the ocean to finally get something to eat. While she is fine with the water and swimming, the puggles are not. Thankfully, the species has developed a muscle lined pouch that allows her to seal it shut to prevent water from getting in. The puggles are born with the ability to hold their breath, which they do so as they remain sealed into this air bubble of a pouch. The mother will take much shorter, shallower dives, moving fast to gobble up food and return to the surface. When she reaches the water's surface, she will flip onto her back and expose the pouch, opening it up so air can flow back inside. They will live like this for two months, until the puggles start to develop their own spines and armor. When that happens, they are taken to land and left in burrows. The mother will return to them each night so that they still have her milk. Eventually they will get the strength and armor to crawl out on their own and at last enter the coral-filled sea.         The tachyzoa is a beloved species in the coastal communities, as many find them cute and charming. Their colors are impressive and their daily migration from land and sea is something that always garners an audience. Though their diet makes their flesh poisonous, they are hunted for their waterproof fur and spectacular armor. Thankfully, this practice has been in decline for the past couple of years, as their harvest has been deemed illegal and better alternatives for these materials have arisen. I do know some kelp dryads will snap off a few spines from diving tachyzoa to use for spear tips and hunting weapons, but they don't actually kill them. Efforts have been made to preserve shorelines where these mammals rest each night, and these places become off limits to visitors and traffic when the nesting season begins. Their adorable look has made people consider them for pets, but their lifestyle makes this pretty much impossible. They need the ocean to function, as they won't even eat when presented with food on dry land. They are so used to hunting for their meals, that they don't seem to comprehend a free lunch. Besides, this species spends most of its life in the ocean, what are you even going to do with it?! Again, thankfully these efforts have been failures and I don't have to suffer people owning these animals who clearly shouldn't be having them. I mean, I won't lie, they are pretty dang cute! It would be quite magical to dive down to these coral reefs and see them swimming about! BUT I CAN'T! ARGH!   Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian

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“Tachyzoa”

Alrighty, here is another water-based creature that isn't some abyssal nightmare! Originally thought I was so clever for turning echidnas into water critters, but further research is showing that folks think that echidnas did originally have a water dwelling ancestor, so this isn't all that big of a stretch. Oh well!

[hawkyon-days]

Max is 13 when she and her stupid family move to some hick ass nowhere town in Indiana. Billy is angrier than before, more violent, always one wrong move away from exploding. She needs to be more careful around him. She's upset that those weird boys from school who seemingly wanted to be her friends keep excluding her from things. One of them tells her a story about a missing boy and a girl with superpowers, about secret government labs and monsters from another dimension. She doesn't believe him, but she really wants to be friends with these boys, so she'll go along with it for now.

Max is 14 when the mall on the outskirts of town opens. There's no school, no homework, so she and her friends ride their bikes there under the burning sun almost every day, because it is new and exciting and there isn't much else you can do in small Hawkins to keep yourself busy. Her boyfriend is kind of a dork and he has more affection for her than she knows how to handle. She's surprised and a bit wary when the girl with actual superpowers, the hero of this story, amazing and untouchable El asks her for advice, but she's not going to waste the opportunity to get to know the other girl better. Summer continues and the days feel endless.

Max is 15 when every day feels the same kind of empty. It's always the same cycle of waking up from nightmares, avoiding her friends at school, watching her mom pass out from drinking, and staring at El's letters, wanting but not finding the energy to write a response. Lucas keeps trying to talk to her, even after she called it quits. If only he knew, then he'd definitely want nothing to do with her anymore. He deserves so much better. The crushing feeling of guilt sitting in her chest is slowly consuming her. More days than not, she wonders if it wouldn't be better to simply disappear.

Max is still 15 when she's about to die. She's trapped in a red hellscape of a mind, and there's no escape as He stands before her, claw like hand slowly reaching for her head. She's scared. So, so scared. Oh god! Please, no! Don't let this be it. She's not ready. She doesn't want to die. Please- It's no use. She doesn't feel anything for a long time after this.

Max is 16 when she slowly learns how to be open with people. It's a mortifying process that makes her skin crawl, but it is necessary, and it does help. She still wakes up from nightmares most nights and physical therapy sucks and her mom is always tired, but she doesn't drink anymore. And as she watches a movie with her friends - leaning against Lucas, who occasionally whispers explanations about the movie to her, softly combing her hands through El's hair whose head is lying in her lap - she feels a tentative hope. She can't see and there is a persistent ache in her bones that won't ever really go away again, but for the first time in a long while she thinks it's worth looking towards the future.

[nwarrior777]

another life blogging thoughts. it starts with me thinking about changing my username, but its much more than that. pls sorry if i write smth not clearly i really not in perfect mind condition

tw: life crisis, identity crisis, sad thoughts, stream of thoughts

advice ONLY if you have something really similar. support commentary is encouraged but only if they are specific (like "giving you some cookies!!! or giving you yellow blanket!! or "sending you a frog meme" etc etc)

iiii think i maybe want to change my username. is this a fckin middle crisis they were talking about.

like. nwarrior was ment that i am fighting against stereotypes against shitty normis Norms, homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia etc etc and shit and etc, to society, to myself. and like my fight is my art. buuut

last time i think more about that. i dont want it to be fight. like. i don't want it to prove something to these fuckers who do this awful evil things to us. why would i care about them? they will not stop doing their shit because i drew bodypositive art. but. then i draw representative art my followers will feel happy (i mean, i read comments so i can assume you do).

so i don't want to make a point of my representative art on fighting. it's not about showing evil guys that they are (shock!) evil, i want focus of my work to be on. spreading warm and positive and giving positive emotions. i mean, it doesn't change anything in my content itself, but more. of my attitude to it? i just always thought about it as my little contribution in an endless fight for our rights? but like.

as i said long ago, we, oppressed people, are always were are and will be the winners because we have the most great power of life itself - love. and oppressors can't steal it and it's so, so powerful. stealing is their trademark, but Love. you can't steal Love and make it into something bad. it's Love. they can lie, try to fake it, try to buy it. yk it's so funny, i just realize. they think they can do everything but they can't do the only thing in life that really matters (and no, i am not excluding aroace people from narrative here, Love is like. is something more here than sex or dating, try to understand me pls.)

so yeah i... i am sitting here and thinking that it's something more than a fight. it's a strange fight if we already have a winner but looser don't know about it and think that he is on the top and treats a winner like shit and a winner constantly need to prove that little fucker that prize is in their hands and looser think that prize is something different.

and so, yeah, i know that it is in fact a fight and we are fighting for our rights. but i am so tired of fighting. i recently figured out that i need to fight myself a g a i n because i thought i was much better at being good person, but no. i mean i have some progress but turned out i am so so so not enough and i am crying and have that thing in trout first time since idk then. and i thought, omg, do i have to fight myself again, like, feeling literally like i stubbing my heart (for people just thinking "lol that heart bit that edgy lol" - yeah, edgy, can i be """edgy"""" in my mental breakdown middle life crisis fckin letter feelings which i type without script, okay thanks!)

and i thought like.... maybe i can make something more

my trademark was a sword, like, warrior.... but now i am thinking more about... something warm. a cup of tea, spreading through your body, flower, fire. something like this? it would be nice like.... and it's really more helpfull to use to urself symbols of cup of tea and flowers and warmth then a sword. it's so much more calming and comforting.... yeah... i think i will think about it

my sword is like a toothpick to that evil voide around. my sword against that void in me - it's big damage. but. if i will give someone, including me, a nice warm cup of chamomile tea... the world will really become better.

[melanieph321]

Another day of Lucas Paqueta having to deal with Lichantony drama 😭🤣

Enjoy the fic it's called "Pick Up"

Lichantony - Pick Up

Summary - Lisandro and Antony have developed the habit of calling one another during their time away from each other during the international break. What has happened the day Antony suddenly goes AWOL?

Hope you enjoy! If not, don't tell me.

Lisandro lay in the bed in his hotelroom, phone pressed to his ear. Antony was usually the one to call in the evening, but since he had failed to Lisandro was forced to do so himself. Perhaps he was spoiled, he thought, an endless beep buzzing in his ear. Yes, that was it. Antony had spoiled him by always calling first, this way Lisandro never had to. And the day he finally did he was miserable, considering Antony hadn't bothered to pick up his phone.

"Antony where are you?" He sighed.

The beep ended, as the call went to voice mail. Lisandro dialed the number again and he would do so until Antony cared to pick up.

"Hello..."

"Finally!" He exclaimed as the beep was cut off by a tired voice. "Antony? It's me. Did I wake you?" Lisandro looked to the clock on his nightstand. Was the time difference that severe in Morocco compared to Argentina?

"Licha?"

Lisandro frowned as it was not the voice of Antony that answered. "Lucas? Where is is Antony?"

"I dunno?" Lucas muttered. He and Antony were roommates during the international break. Something Lisandro wasn't so fond of.

"Isn't...Isn't Antony in the room with you?" He asked, slightly concerned.

"He's not in his bed." Lucas said.

"No? Where is he then?"

"Wait, let me check Raphiña's room."

"Raphiña?"

"Yeah, hold on a sec."

Lisandro didn't notice his fist clenching as he was taken on a journey. Lucas Paqueta scratched the microphone as he moved.

Why wasn't Antony in his room, sleeping? Lisandro asked himself. He had obviously woken up Paqueta. The thought of Antony sleeping in another guy's room. No. Lisandro shook the thought away, unclenching his balled up fist. A knock was heard in the other end of the line followed by loud music and laughter.

"I'm looking for Tony..." Paqueta said as Lisandro overhead him talking to someone. "There is a call for him..."

There was a pause. To Lisandro, a miserable silent pause. Then...

"Hello?" Antony's voice sparked in Lisandro's ear, who exhaled in relief.

"It's me." He said.

"Licha?"

"Did I call in a bad time?"

"Um..." There was a sound of a door closing, excluding all the background noice. "No, not really." Antony said. "Did you want something?"

"Did I want something?" Lisandro eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes?" Antony said,expectantly. "You called me didn't you?"

"But..." Lisandro spoke quietly. "We always call?"

"Oh."

He forgot, Lisandro thought, pressing his head against his pillow.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay." Lisandro said. "I guess I got a little worried when you didn't answer. Lucas had to...yeah."

"I'm sorry about that." Antony chuckled. Fred and I were playing video games in Rapha's room and so I forgot my phone in mine."

"Rapha." Lisandro repeated, failing to mask the bitterness in his voice. "Did you have fun playing video games with...Rapha?"

"Yes. Fred and I..." Antony made sure to punctuate. "...had a really good time actually."

Lisandro rolled his eyes.

"I really needed it after the game. The whole team did."

"Oh, yeah, I saw the replay." Lisandro said, adjusted himself in his bed. "Sorry about your loss."

"Thanks Licha. But it's not like anyone died." Antony chuckled.

"Sorry." He chuckled. "It's just that...Well, Casemiro tells me that the whole team has been struggling since the...you know." He hesitated. The world cup had become a very sensative topic between Lisandro and Antony, considering Brazil did terrible whilst Argentina...you know.

"It's been tough." Antony sighed. Lisandro felt a sudden urge to be near him, to wrap his arms around him and give him a hug. "With the sacking of our coach and players like Neymar injured, the whole team has been quite lost I must admit."

"I get it." Lisandro nodded, however paused as Antony snorted in his ear.

"I doubt that." He said.

"Doubt what?" Lisandro frowned.

"I dunno?" Antony shrugged, however Lisandro couldn't see. "I doubt that you know how I feel right now."

Lisandro raised a brow. "Really and why is that?"

"Forget it." Antony muttered, perhaps not wanting to argue. Lisandro however was curious on what he had to say.

"I dunno Licha, forget I said anything. Congratulations on your win though, I heard Messi scored an incredible free kick."

He was right, Lisandro thought, it was best not to argue, not after he had faught to get a hold of Antony, whom he really missed.

"Yeah, it was incredible." He said. "You should have seen it Tony. I mean the guy is like a magician with the ball."

"I mean he's not all that, but alright." Antony chuckled.

Lisandro frowned. "What did you say?"

"Come on Licha, a magician. That's a bit far fetched, don't you think?"

Lisandro brought himself to sit. "No, I don't actually. Messi is undoubtedly the best player to have ever played the game."

"Oh yeah, how about Ronaldo?"

"Which Ronaldo?"

"Cristiano, who I may add, scored an international free kick himself."

"Yeah, yeah." Lisandro said dismissively. "Go cry about it with your other teammates."

Silence followed.

Lisandro realized his mistake and sighed. "Tony I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"I saw that video of you." Antony said, his voice restrained.

"What video?" Lisandro frowned.

"That video of you and Messi. The one where you're practically drooling all over him like the fan boy that you are."

Lisandro couldn't help but to chuckle at his words. "Look, whatever video you saw, I doubt it included me drooling over a man."

"Why is that so strange?"

Lisandro was taken back by how defensive Antony sounded.

"It's not strange." He said, realizing how he might have sounded. "It's just that..."

"You drool over me all the time." Antony said, again, catching Lisandro off guard.

He nodded. "Yeah, I guess I do." He chuckled.

"Then why did you call it strange?" Antony asked, this time sounding less defensive and more anxious.

"Because..." Lisandro knew he had to be precise with his words. "...It is strange that you'd think I'd drool over another man that isn't you. For me that's impossible."

There was a pause. An anxious pause for Lisandro who held the phone pressed to his ear.

"I agree." Antony finally said.

Lisandro sighed in relief as he threw himself to lay in his back. His gaze wandered to the ceiling.  "Tell me about your day Antony." He was smiling from ear to ear.

"I thought I did? My day was shit, how was yours?"

"Less shit." Lisandro laughed. They would go on talking for another hour. By that time Antony would have gon back to his room and continued their conversation from the confront of his on bed. Now and then they'd be interrupted by Paqueta throwing pillows, asking, no begging, that the two of them let him sleep.

[ae-neon]

Thank youu for answering my ask.

But this ; If it embarrassed her so much why didn't she quietly ask Rhys to stop giving Nesta money?

I have been wanting to talk of this like forever. I am convince here that the money is the currency used by IC to control Nesta. First of all, in term of politic. We knew CoN is not stable. 2/3 of the court is unstable and the possibility of the pulling French on Rhys is high. And what will gurantee that Velaris people can defend themselves? They are vulnerable without the shield around their city. We see it, one hole on the shield and the attor can attack the Rainbow. Where is their scout? Where is their guard? Where is their Navy that scout the ocean area (coming from a country that constantly have the sea trespassing our ocean with neighbouring country Navy, wtf u doing in our ocean??)

I dont see how Velaris can defend themselves. They dont even have experience going through a war as we seen Hewn City and Illyria. I believe HC and Ilyyria have better plan to defend themselves when there is attack. They are old and thousand years of experience pass down to them + Amarantha situation.

Back to the Money. How on earth Nesta related to CoN politic and peaceful?

1. We know Nesta is powerful. Jeez, Maas give the power of Death but dont seem to understand how to utilize it. Lanthys himself want Nesta as her queen, but sorry dude. Rape attempt them while offering a queen seat isnt effective.

2. 5/7 court in prythian dont like CoN either. I exclude Day Court because Helion seem too friendly and i am sus of their friendship.

3. High King plotline. Aha, i have seen Amren attempt of convincing Rhys to be High King. Amren origin is mystery to us. I believe it has someting to do with Rhys being a High King while Rhys dont seem to like the idea. I dont buy the whole idea of Rhys not wanting to be a High King. We already see him struggling to control CoN and Ilyria and other court having reason to support the dethrone of Rhys. Winter and Summer is still aching from Rhys doing. Spring damaged badly from Feyre doing. 3/7 + 2/3/7 of Prythian wouldnt seem mind to have Rhys dead. (2/3/7 because 2/3 of CoN and overall as they are part of Prythian, hahaahahah)

4. Velaris, as I mention have no solid army unit. Vulnerable and easily die. If the import cut off, supply drain can they survive? Worse, they are isolated from the whole Prythian. The only person that connect Velaris to the rest of Prythian is Rhys and Mor (cass and az were more to army unit, not diplomatic unit). You cut this two person, they are alone. No, I dont believe other court High Lord know of Velaris. Hewn city and Illyria being Velaris neighbour dont even realize it.

Hence why I think Rhys, Amren and Mor might have consider having Nesta as their tool to regain control both CoN and Prythian . I included Prythian because there is possibility of Rhys being a High King and ugh, Maas just love Rhys. Why wounldnt she make rhys a High King when she can?

Amren suggested this idea to Rhys. And it is laughable to think that Rhys refuse the idea because he wanted a normal life and tired of more job to his endless High Lord job description. And NOT BECAUSE IT WAS JUST FEEL WRONG TO USE NESTA AS WEAPON. Anyway, I might be wrong because i dont remmeber what happen next when Amren suggested the idea but NO YOU CANNOT USE NESTA AS WEAPON TO BE HIGH KING BECAUSE I SAID SO.

If Rhys is golden hearted and not wanting to be a High King right. He got 2/3 of CoN to deal. We see in Court of Startforst where Rhys discussing with azriel the possbility of rebel among the Illyrian people. No smoe no fire sort??

Then getting back to your point why dont Feyre just cut Nesta off? Why dont she told Rbys to stop sending money? I am thinking this is why. Ohoho, Rhys is smart. He survived Amarantha and play along the line. He is not stupid, oppurtunity is in front of him.

He got the Death, a mate and Seer (if Elain dont go with lucien to Day court). And an offer from the ancient old old women to be a High King. And Amren as we know has something to gain from Rhys being a High King. Come on, everyone has their own benefit from keeping Nesta in the CoN. Eris said it too, she is wasted in CoN. That male right there, I believe in him because he has more to gain if he had Nesta in his court. Consider it okay, his brother as bastard is on risk being dead if Beron learned that LoA betray him, Eris being abused, possibility of Beron killing Eris because of his alliance to CoN. This man, got a lot to lose here. I believe him and his view that Nesta have a lot of power and useful when it come to politic.

Better, we have Nesta mated to Cassian. A general of CoN. Another reason to have Nesta stayed in the House of Wind and walk thousand stairs each day to buy a bread, lmao. Lock her basically. Surely Nesta dont want to live in Feyre mansion. Rhys and Feyre have a solid reason to not cut off the money and the ties with Nesta.

But, if Rhys did be High King in the next book and whole Prythian miraclely bowed to Rhys. That will be interesting. Very. We can see which court rebel, which court out of nowhere worship Rhys and join 'i love Rhys' cult. Really. That will be fun dont you think?

Look, this is just what I think and I try to put myself in rhys tight situation. Really, this man are really Louis what? XII? Or Macron? HC and Illyria have no reason to listen to him if it is not for the whole magic transferred to Rhys as High Lord.

I am looking foward to the next book. Fun, I like it. I would like to see which direction will Maas take. From her Interview with the fan, we can see she really love Rhys. Feyre character seem to water down to make way for Rhys to have all the spotlight. Because Feyre in book 1 and 2 might have slapped and beat Rhys ass for his behaviour in Acosf with the whole Nesta as weapon thing.

Hello again. Your takes are very interesting.

I agree that Nesta is kept there because she's a key for Rhys and Amren's plans however innocent sjm might try to make it look.

But for Feyre? Idk if she knows everything or not since I haven't read ACOSF. But personally I do think it sort of came down to the need to control someone she felt was below her or at least under her rule. Because otherwise it doesn't seem like she has much legitimate authority in Night.

I think SJM also realised that the places Nesta might go would be bad for what she wants for Rhys. Autumn, Spring and Summer specifically.

Unfortunately SJM probably realised she made Nesta too powerful. It's nice to throw around poetic lines like "stole Death from the Cauldron" but suddenly she had to show us and she couldn't because that alone puts Nesta at some weird goddess level.

The points about Velaris having no protection are so true!!!! They have been secret for thousands of years and now Rhys has exposed them. Unfortunately most of this problem might be touched by sjm but it's honestly very interesting

I know I sound like a broken record and but is really true that all of this nonsense could have been avoided by the simple changes of

just having Rhys and Nesta be together, (it's easier to believe Nesta stepping into politics, she's very clever and can't fall victim to daemati abilities or obvious manipulation)

Make the CoN and Velaris the same place,(most of the action and the plot should happen in the same place)

Stop having the narrative explain away and justify Rhysand's morally grey actions (sjm stop it)

[mochiwrites]

You’ve not mentioned lonely dove au lately but I have some questions if you don’t mind

So you’ve mentioned a poly boatem who do you think would fall for another person first? Excluding mumbo and grian of course

Also if rumors of grian have circulated how would everyone react when scar brings him back to every one?

anon I need you to know that seeing this ask had me happy stimming omg

okay okay !!!!! so lemme answer that last part first because 👀👀👀 Ho Boy.

the hermits are… not very pleased, to say the least??? most of them are pretty aware of the rumors and so seeing scar being grian right to their home is alarming. initially ofc. scar kinda explains what happened and they all decide to let grian stay around for a bit. a few hermits are wary, but others are very welcoming to him!!

as for who falls for who first 👀 it’s absolutely scar. 100%. he sees mumbo and impulse and at first is like “whoa!!!! cool guys!!!!” and then he gets to know them and see how kind they are and he falls. So hard. and then grian comes along later and slots into their dynamic so perfectly that scar is falling so hard for him. because he sees the softer side of grian past the walls he puts up to protect himself and it makes him want to give grian the love he deserves <3

and I think mumbo follows scar in that??? he’s so charmed by scar’s endless kindness and his goofiness and impulse’s natural warmth and cheerfulness that oh he’s doomed the moment they all grow closer. he feels bad though… because a piece of his heart will always belong to grian (so you can imagine the heart attack he has when scar brings grian back—)

impulse and grian are both… a bit murky, in terms of who falls in love with who. impulse has a rough past, so it makes him… very worried about giving anyone that kind of access to his heart again. and grian is so focused on convincing himself that he doesn’t care (among other things) to even pay any real attention to his growing feelings.

the boys are a right mess, whoops! :D

pearl is watching all of this unfold and she is So Very Tired

[n00dl3gal]

top 5 anime?

Ok I'm like. Super tired now so I'm not gonna elaborate, most of these are pretty obvious picks anyway

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (duh)

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (excluding Endless Eight)

Is This a Zombie? (listen, hear me out, it's better than you think)

Zombieland Saga (I like zombies but only when it's not normal zombies)

Ya Boy Kongming! (PLEASE WATCH THIS I LOVE IT)