#to be clear i dont know this person i saw them in the replies of a thread where someone shared that

[anxietyfluffy]

I dont try to make posts like this as it sucks all the fun n life out of the tags at points but theres a person in the tags rn who is openly homophobic and I feel the need to call them out on it. The user in question is @bradwongsgffrrrr . They change their name often from what i saw, so here is the post in question, which is a ship edit of Diego and Evie. Another edit of theirs gets mentioned a lot as well, which is an edit they did of Joe Warren and Louis Leroux

Here is the discussion that happened where they said some pretty gross stuff:

The reason me as well as others assumed the Warren & Leroux edit was a ship edit was cus of the fact people reblogged n replied to it saying how they loved the ship as well as the fact the audio used was a ship audio. Anyways, just wanna warn you all as of there are plenty of queer artists in the CC fandom, so seeing this kind of stuff is always sucky. I will also say, religion is NEVER an excuse for homophobia. Even if you yourself aren't comfortable with queer people, especially in a fandom like this you need to keep it to yourself as even the game itself goes against your beliefs with having openly queer characters. What you personally believe in doesn't give you the moral highground to sit there and judge others for living their lives, especially if it isnt hurting anyone. While there are also other suspicions me as well as others have noticed with certain accounts only reblogging and liking newer/popular posts in the tag and then this person's content, them being around the same time on the exact same date and being very obviously newer accounts with all similar writing styles and images that couldve been taken from google, Pinterest or Tumblr and easily can be accounts that were made for possibly botting notes on this persons posts -

-The main issue is just the homophobia and the doubling down on said homophobia, especially in a fandom as queer as this one. And its clear this person is truly just outright homophobic, it is clear when you read through the messages shown above that they at the very least have a distain towards gay people.

Again, sorry I have to make a post like this, i always hate posting drama-related things instead of fanart or content for yall but this is important as i know so many people in this fandom, esp people who make content for it here, are queer and i dont want people having to experience this. So, I recommend blocking them.

[lautakwah]

[ID: a tweet by Who_amI @/Max_NotMe, reading "I hate that he's Blackbeard, cause I love the character, but I cannot STAND Taika. He's a self centered person, that only talks about his roots when it's convenient. He's a jerk." /END ID]

being white is a fucking disease man how can you see a major celebrity be callous and dismissive about palestinian suffering bc he/his people dont get the same recognition and ur immediate thought is about the quirky tv show about gay slave owners

[tender-rosiey]

hiii this is my first time requesting so i dont know how specific or vague i should get :,) but maybe a scenario between sukuna and reader on how their wedding ceramony(and maybe afterparty) went? i saw an edit of sukuna with lana del rey’s margaret and immediately thought you could write this scenario since all of your husband!sukuna works are chef’s kiss “:D

true oath — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: so glad you like my husband!sukuna works anon and I hope you like this as well 🥹 ALSO special thanks to @lexiene and @camelnose for beta-reading BIG HUGS TO BOTH OF YOU SRSLY MWUAHHH

the servants scurry all around the room, trying to finish as much as possible in the time frame they have been given.

meanwhile, you are sat in front of your vanity with your personal maid who is putting the final touches to your makeup. you let out a soft giggle at the franticness of the others then look at the mirror to examine yourself.

the kimono had been handpicked by sukuna himself, something he believed was only logical—given that, according to him, nobody knows you as well as he does, and of course, that you’re getting married to him.

you thought he was being overconfident in his abilities, but to your surprise, he really did end up choosing something that—both—fit you well and you liked very much.

though, you wouldn’t tell him that. you wonder what his reaction would be to how you actually look in it, especially since you barely made him agree to not seeing you until the ceremony.

“no.”

“sukuna, come on,” you huffed, clinging onto his arms, “it’s a tradition!”

“I don’t care about traditions, you know that,” he replied simply and carried you in his arms.

you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes, “please, honey?”

he looks at you for a few moments before clicking his tongue and looking away, “fine.”

“yay!”

you let out a chuckle at the memory and are interrupted by the door opening. the servant at the door is heavily panting as he speaks, “the l—lord demands to begin the ceremony right now.”

one of the maids looks at him incredulously, “what?! we still have much to prefer like the pathway to his highness and the food!”

the servant nods in understanding, “I know I swear,” he gulps, “but he is getting real impatient and has expressed the need to see her highness more than once.”

you roll your eyes and stand up, “well, tell him that we will be on our way.”

the main maid gasps, “but my lady—”

“don’t fret,” you smile, “if he asks about the unfinished tasks and preparations, I will tell him that you were working on it, but his insistence on speeding things up halted you from your duty, understood?”

they all nod hesitantly. you clap your hand and grin, “well then, lets go! I am excited to see my dear future husband.”

the maids smile nervously, still trying to come to terms with your marriage to sukuna. staying by his side as his lover is one thing, but to officially be declared his wife?

they have come to the conclusion that either you are as crazy as him underneath or you simply managed to tame him—to an extent at least.

you finally exit your room, and as you walk down the hallways, servants clear the way for you, bowing their heads as they offer you their blessings.

you look around the halls, finding them decorated with flowers already, so they are probably talking about the path in the main room.

the flowers are all of your choice, and it fills you with a sense of joy that each one that you pointed out on your outings with sukuna has been placed meticulously in the arrangement that litter the halls.

you slow down your pace, partially to soak in the view a bit more and partially to tease sukuna who is probably waiting with the last smidge of patience he can manage.

sukuna, who is sat on his throne, hand on his knee as he tapped it in waiting. he knows what you’re doing. you have always tried to test just how much you can get away with, which is admittedly a lot at this point.

for example, the first time you did something that he considered audacious is when you were strolling the gardens when you first came to the palace.

you were faced with sukuna who was stood in the place where you usually lounged.

it irked you cause he had the entire garden but chose the most secluded spot—which was usually where you sat so the servants can forget about doing any chores.

you frowned, “that is my spot.”

he quirked an eyebrow but didn’t look back at you. he let out a chuckle, “and this entire palace is mine.”

“nice try,” you quipped, “but I know the palace belongs to sukuna, the king of curses.”

at that, he turned to look at you. he leaned back against the tree, arms crossed and a cold stare on his face, “and who do you think I am, human?”

“oh—shit, okay,” you spluttered, “so you’re sukuna? you look more handsome than I thought.”

a smirked plays at the corner of his lips.

he didn’t reply to you, and you—rightfully—thought that you have dug your own grave. you started to shift your footing from your tip toes to your heel, and you looked away.

he stood up, an amused smile on his face, and he passed you, “I am expecting more from you, so don’t disappoint me.”

you tilted your head, watching his retreating figure. he had left one last comment, “but the next time I see you, I expect you to kneel at my presence.”

that was the moment that sukuna started wanting to see more of you, to see how far you could go. it was a new thing to amuse himself with, so it was more than welcome.

he just doesn’t know when it started being the other way around, because you, in fact, did not kneel.

instead, you started treating him like someone who you genuinely enjoyed their company, and it threw him off slightly; however, that is one of the reasons why he is currently waiting for you, his bride to appear.

the door finally opens, and it reveals you.

sukuna’s heart doesn’t skip a beat at how the kimono fit you exactly how he thought, how your make up was simply perfect, nor how the smile on your lips exuded both happiness and mischief.

what sukuna feels instead is booming pride.

you were always his, since the moment you entered the palace, before he even laid eyes on you. but this silly tradition simply solidifies it even more in the eyes of the others.

he smirks as you finally stand in front of him. you can barely contain your grin, “hello, future husband.”

he didn’t think that a tie to him would ever make somebody so joyed. he smirks at you, patting his lap, “you should know by now that I know you best, you silly woman.”

instantly, your expression falls, and you retort, “way to ruin the mood, king.”

amusement glints in his eyes, and he pulls you close to him, “don’t you ever get tired of giving me attitude? you ought to learn your place.”

“is it not by your side, my lord?” you hum, and he chuckles, content when you finally settle on his lap.

“damn audacious woman,” he looks up at the servants that fill the room.

they are all bowing, some trembling, others alienly still. then there is you who is swinging her feet as she sits on the lap of the king of curses.

he lets out a small breath then speaks loudly, “get the rings.”

in a moment, a servant comes in, carrying a cushion where two golden rings lay. your eyes widen at the sheer amount of patterns of gems on one of the rings.

the servant kneels in front of you two, and sukuna takes the ring decorated with gems in one hand and your hand in another. it slips perfectly onto your finger, and you raise your hand.

you feel your jaw slack a bit at how intricately made it is. and upon closer inspection, you see that one of the patterns is actually sukuna’s name.

you look up at him, and he is already looking at you with a small smirk and a confident look, “you should see the look on your face,” he muses.

he takes your hand into his and raises it slightly.

he examines it quietly before letting go. you blink confused but shrug the thought of your mind. you hold his hand in yours gently, and you put the ring on him.

his ring, contrary to yours, is a lot minimal. it’s a simple golden band, but what surprises you is that your name is etched on the surface.

“sukuna, my name…?”

he looks at the ring on his finger and flexes his hand. he looks at you simply says, “figured you would like something like this.”

you smile widely and giggle, “you know, people usually carve the name of the inside.”

“and I am not usual, am I?”

you nod gently and lean against his chest, “no, you’re not.”

you honestly didn’t know what to expect from a wedding ceremony in the ryomen sukuna “style”. however, sukuna was set on…standing out and making it a memorable event.

the room was flooded with servants carrying trays upon trays of food—all which you have noticed were your favorite—and dancers that put one of the most fascinating shows you’ve seen.

you gape at how they make their moves so effortless, which you can see through just how much practice was put into it.

you look at sukuna, and you seem him smirking down at you, clearly proud of the reaction the show has gotten out of you.

“how—how long have you been preparing for this?” you ask the man.

he glances at the dancers then replies, “6 months; I needed it to be perfect, and these humans take so long to learn things.”

“also, I know that the show I organized is great—“ he says before holding your chin and making you face him, “but that enamoured face should be directed at none other than me, got it?”

you nod frantically, not out of fear, but he is staring directly into your eyes in a way that simply is far too intense. he releases your chin, humming in satisfaction.

the dance finally comes to a close, and everybody in the room bows down to the both of you.

uraume speaks up from beside you—when did they get there—head held down humbly, “it is time for you to exchange vows, my lord and m’lady.”

vows? sukuna prepared vows?

tilting your head in confusion, you look at sukuna, and he is already looking at you. he rolls his eyes, “I didn’t prepare anything, brat; don’t get ahead of yourself.”

okay, that tracks. you give him a thumbs up.

but he is quiet for a moment before speaking up, “I have no need for that; all that you need to is that,” he leans closer to you, "you are mine, entirely and without exception, in every breath you take,” he spoke lowly against your lips, “I won’t let you forget that.”

he lets out a breath of amusement at the way your eyes widen and the glimmer behind them. he wastes no time in locking his lips with you, sealing your contract for life.

—

“wooo! I am married!” you say drunkenly, giggling and swaying slightly beside your now husband.

you whip your head back at him, almost falling in the process but his hand easily steadies you, “sukuna, I am married!”

“I know,” he replies, eyeing the empty cup that was full of sake. he hums, “uraume, what was the intensity in the sake?”

they both glance at you, standing on top of a table, babbling a kind of song about your marriage and being a queen now.

you nearly trip on the covers, but sukuna nods for uraume to stop your fall. they hold you up with one hand, maintaining a safe distance, so sukuna doesn’t get protective.

“high, my lord.”

you keep giggling and squealing, and he sighs, “certainly looks like it.”

he rests his chin on his palm, watching your figure run around and keeping an eye for you. however, in the corner of his eyes, he spots a couple of men staring at you, eyes full-blown and open.

it irks him that even after that display, they still dare to look at what belongs to him.

with minimal effort, he flicks his finger, and their heads go flying to the corner of the room. some of the blood splatters onto the floor, but he pays it no mind.

“ooo, red wine!”

“don’t you dare drink that, you stupid woman!”

after a while you find yourself laid down on the bed, head dazed as you try to make sense of your surroundings. you can hear a door closing, and some heavy footsteps getting closer and closer.

finally, your husband comes into view with his arms crossed. you pull on his sleeve gently, “what about the after-party?”

he sits down beside you, and you take the chance to lay your head on his lap. he allows it but grunts in response, “after-party with you all delirious like this?”

“I am fine!” you protest, huffing and giving him the most intimidating glare you can muster.

he simply flicks your forehead, and you yelp, shielding your face away from him, “you’re so rude!”

“pretty sure, you aren’t supposed to reply your king and husband like that,” he states. he squishes your face with one hand and quirks an eyebrow, “you’re testing your limits.”

“I don’t care!”

“oh?”

you note the change of tone almost instantly, and it is enough to sober you up.

you look up, wide-eyed at him, and on his face is a devious smirk, and behind his eyes are thoughts that are probably going to be the end of you tonight.

he leans down slightly, “I have a different kind of after-party in mind,” one of his hands trails to hold your wrist, “which I think you will quite like,” you try resisting for even a second, but you’re no match for him, “starting now.”

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[nikosama13]

"Confess Properly!" (Law x Reader)

Description: Law was puzzled about something… you. He can’t place his finger on whether it’s that you pay close attention to him or that you are an easy-going person. On top of all of that you were in fact, beautiful and you always had everyone’s back. You were like an angel in Law’s eyes, but it’s not like he’d tell you that. But one day that all changes when the rest of the crew speaks about your traits and personality.

Side Notes: Hey loves! I’m new to writing fanfic’s so please go easy on me. (I'm also running off of 2 energy drinks and One Piece) ⚆ _ ⚆ (Most likely spelling mistakes)

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Law had always been fond of you ever since he saw you and even before he had formed an alliance with Straw Hat Luffy. But there’s one thing that puzzles him.. he doesn't know why, but he much preferred you over anyone else in the crew. Probably because you made him onigiris when you paid close attention to his dislikes such as bread or the fact that you were peaceful and it didn't take much to please you.

However one day things change.. His hold on his glass mug tightened, seeing as Bartolomeo swoons and fanboys over you. He gritted his teeth as jealousy ran through his veins, it took all of him not to use his devil fruit.

"Tch. Damn Rooster-ya."

~~~

The ocean air had a cool yet refreshing breeze. The sun shined bright as birds chirped happily above, the waters being surprisingly calm as the smell of salty water filled the air. It was a nice break from all the chaos and action on the ship.

Law was still in a bad mood as he leaned against the wooden railing of the deck.

You were out on the same small deck looking out at the view in the distance, with a plastic old chair you took from your room.

“Oh hi Law..” you said tiredly.

He glanced up at you, seeing your innocent smile that had the chance to make anyone's day better, made him soften just a little bit.

The doctor sighed as he leaned back on the railing, crossing his arms to keep himself from doing something he'd regret. He had to keep a poker face.

"Ah, uh, hey."

“What's with the grumpy mood..?” you said peacefully.

"..nothing."

He replied in a monotone voice, trying to not look at you. He wasn’t trying to be rude but definitely came off as he was. He was just jealous that those other guys were drooling all over you.

“Well it seems like something..”

Law scoffed, and leaned on the railing again, he hated it when you saw through his facade. He clenched his fists as he looked down at the waters below. Why did he feel this way about you? What was it about you..

"..forget about it. It's nothing important."

Law crossed his arms a little tighter as he glared out into the ocean, trying to suppress his emotions. It seemed pretty clear you knew something was wrong, it seemed his face told a lot more than he wanted it to.

"..it's nothing, just a little irritated from all that.. Attention…"

“What attention..?”

"You know what attention."

He grumbled as he clenched his fists tighter. This was exactly why he hated Bartolomeo and hated how much he loved you.

"The way he keeps going on and on, those other guys- it's just so annoying. All they do is drool and worship you."

“Oh.. I dont care much about them..”

"…r-really?"

Law's gaze snapped towards you as you casually mentioned not caring about them. He couldn't help but feel a small bit of jealousy rise up again from that. He hated this feeling.

"I know…it's just annoying, all of it. They keep saying how you're ‘perfect’ and everything else.. they're right though.." He muttered under his breath.

“Wait did you just-”

"…did I do what?"

He glanced back at you, he was trying to keep a stiff upper lip with the way his cheeks were burning. He didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to say what he really meant.

“Did you just agree with them..?”

He sighed as he leaned on the railing once more. If this was a different situation he would give an answer in a snarky tone but with that small amount of jealousy he couldn't manage it.

"..yes."

“So that means..”

"It means what?!"

He grumbled as he felt his cheeks getting a little bit hot. He didn't want to admit anything, but his emotions were betraying him.

“You know..”

Law couldn't help but feel a little bit red from how obvious it was getting. He sighed as his gaze went back towards the waters below, the sun setting in the distance made everything a little more romantic and pleasant.

"…yeah. I do."

“Then confess to me properly.”

"…are you serious?"

He raised an eyebrow at you, maybe he wasn't hearing this properly. He was already surprised you had a pretty good clue on how he felt about you, so he didn't think you'd actually want him to say it.

“Come on, there is no point in hiding it.”

"I…"

He had to clear his throat, he had always been a very stoic and calm one so he didn't like how much you were making him stutter. But you were right, it was pretty obvious how he felt about you. He didn't need to hide anything.

"I like you." He muttered quickly, waiting for you to say something to his confession.

“..and I like you back.”

Law was taken aback by you saying those words back to him. He had been expecting a "Sorry" or a "no" but not an "I like you back" he was stunned into silence for a minute, trying to gather his thoughts.

"You…you feel the same way about me?" He asked as he looked at you, surprised and hopeful that you did.

His cheeks heated up as he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was overjoyed to hear you say such things to him. He had liked you for so long and it had been obvious to everyone else how much he was into you. Hearing you liked him back was something he had always dreamed out.

~~~

The End~

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[txttletale]

Hi, i dont quite understand the earlier points about the allosexual term!

The way i always understood it all, straight to gay is a spectrum, so would cis and being NB or trans or genderfuild be, and same for ace to allo. As in, demisexuality would be on the gradient between asexual and allosexual. And therefor the term allosexual would hold meaning by sheer ability to talk about the concept of asexuality with more nuance?

I also saw someone in the replies of that post posit that the 'other side' of asexuality would be 'straight, bi, pan, gay, etc' instead of using allosexual as a descriptive term. Whats your take on that? Im asking because, a lot of ace (im using this to include any experience of attraction deviating from the socially expected, so also demi) ppl i know identify as hetero, gay, bi etc as well. As in, an ace person who may lack the ability to feel sexual atttaction to others on sight alone, may still prefer one gender over another if they're still inclined to romantic bonds.

Plus, a lot of asexuals arent sex repulsed either, and the term is purely used to describe an 'aberration' in how ace ppl experience attraction? Therefore, wouldn't allosexual be a helpful destinction?

(Sorry for the long ask, im just curious and like how much thought is usually apparent in your answers here)

essentially, i think where you're wrong is the idea that cis-trans or straight-gay are spectrums. i obviously believe that sexuality and gender, the phenomenons, the actual matters of people kissing and fucking and self defining and being -- those are all mutable and contextual and often defy clear legibility, permeable and impossible to strictly taxonomise. however 'straight' and 'cis' are not just neutral descriptors of another point on a spectrum, but strictly delineated boxes from which any deviation is punished. someone who's gender fluid or gender questioning isn't 'part cis' or 'midway between cis and trans' -- they have deviated outside the acceptable bounds of cishet social performance. & the reason these categories are so cleanly delineated is that unlike other categories they have entire hegemonic social apparatuses -- chiefly homophobia & transphobia -- dedicated to patrolling those descriptive borders of cisness and heterosexuality and brutally punishing anyone crossing them. & the same is simply not true of 'allosexuality' -- there is no such socially enforced category. when ace people face aphobia they are being punished for failing to perform heterosexuality, not just sexuality in general.

[fairykazu]

aita for bothering this guy even though he looks familiar? [ plus an update ] cw: no plot, crackpost, use of kms/kys jokes, mild cursing, technically canon compliant, fudanshi joke / ref masterlist

r/amitheasshole ∙ a few minutes ago imjustagirl aita for bothering this guy even though he looks familiar? i know how the title sounds but i swear it's nothing creepy! i (f18) saw this person with a peculiar hat (m19) and he just looks familiar to me. as if ive seen him before but if i tried to remember, it's like my memory was wiped. so, i tried to ask him if we had met before but he dismissed me, which i could understand since we are technically strangers. but i asked him again on another day and he seemed reluctant. he said that we never met but if thats true-- i know this sounds a little creepy but his handwriting. i saw it before, it's pinned on my board at home. letters written with love disguised as hate and little hearts. i have proof too, ill link it if anyone is interested. so am i the asshole here?

replies: albertlovesbarbara712 ta, you sound unreasonable. it's clear that you have this weird obsession with him and youre probably losing your mind lol rospearia albert you cannot be talking, you literally stalk barbara like your life depends on it albertlovesbarbara712 you dont understand her like i do albertlovesbarbara713 ok who got me banned again?

chronicgambler nta, i was going to say you're the asshole from your title but nvm... wait wdym you have notes from the guy? imjustagirl [OP] like i have this letter from this guy. and it matches up with the guy mentioned chronicgambler on aeons? imjustagirl [OP] on archons. ill show it in an update if anyone else asks

moonflwrscr lwk, ah. imjustagirl [OP] fr? why moonflwrscr idk i just wanted to disagree

winewhiner17 idk i need more updates imjustagirl [OP] alralr

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r/amitheasshole ∙ a week ago imjustagirl aita for bothering this guy even though he looks familiar? i know you guys have been waiting for this for a long time. but lwk, for a while i was like damn, maybe i am crazy. besides people in the replies do not help either- you guys are like "op, maybe this is all a dream?" but how could it be a dream? when you can't even make up the image of someone else if you haven't seen them before. anyway, here's the picture of the notes. ignore how it makes me look crazy.

replies: gqqmbler OH MY GOD, I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST CRAZY. BUT MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT??? imjustagirl [OP] with the ta comments i got, i was like "damn, maybe im the crazy one." mar7th but youre just a girl gqqmbler real load full thread?

fudasethos waitt...𖦹donotinteractgetoutofmyhouse? yoifire OP BLOCK THIS MAN!!! mehrakisbetterthansomescribesclearly how did you manage to get his reddit? no other person is able to get anything from him fudasethos blackmail :p imjustagirl [OP]𖦹yoifire wdym?

donotinteractgetoutofmyhouse wtf imjustagirl [OP] ummm nothatguy why did you block me? dm me your ig imjustagirl [OP] OH MY GOD???? WTF...（；´д｀）

[simpforchuchu]

Betrayal | Fujio x reader

a/n: Hi, if you like it there is gonna be second part dont worry :’)

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: usual hnl warnings

Part2

The young girl, unaware of the person watching her, counted the money she received and watched the person she met leave. After making sure that the money was the right amount, she put it in her pocket and sighed.

“Fujio! I know you are there. You can get out!”

The young girl knew from the very beginning that Fujio was watching her from behind the wall. She just thought it would be more fun if she didn't say anything.

Y/n collected information for Sword gangs and schools. She sold this information to the leaders of the schools for money. That's why she was such a popular girl. Her slightly cocky and self-assured demeanor and bold character made her more interesting. She was pretty too, but she usually wore shabby outfits so no one would notice her.

Fujio came out from behind the wall where he was hiding, scratching his neck and smiling, and stepped towards the girl who was grinning at him.

“Y/n-chan! What a nice surprise!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, then shook her head with a smile.

"May I ask why you're spying on me?"

Fujio smiled like a mischievous child. He replied, referring to the person the girl had met.

“I don't like that boy. I had a bad feeling. I wanted to be sure you were safe.”

Hearing the same explanation again, the young girl smiled and shook her head.

Y/n and Fujio had met a long time ago. Even though Y/n did this in anonymity back then, she was quite brave now. They met again after Fujio became Oya's leader. And everyone was sure that Fujio had a crush on y/n.

“You know I can protect myself, if anyone sees you spying on me, people's trust in me will be damaged.” She said smiling. Fujio slowly nodded and gave a small apology.

They were walking to Oya high school together, unaware of those watching them. This time they were truly unaware.

“I heard somethings in other schools these days. I don't have clear information yet, but I suggest you act cautiously."

Fujio stopped his steps, turned to the young girl, and grinned at y/n,

“Are you worried about me y/n-chan?”

Y/n smiled and brought her face closer to Fujio's. Both were smiling at each other. The young girl suddenly hit Fujio's leg hard, and Fujio started jumping in pain in his place.

“What was that for now!?”

“Be serious Fujio, something is not right. You should be more careful.”

Fujio stopped when he saw the seriousness on the young girl's face. Y/n would only be this serious when she felt something wrong. And her feelings were quite strong. However, he decided to think about it later, he didn't want to talk about it right now.

“I guess you're not making good money these days y/n. You're pretty nervous"

Y/n laughed and shook her head at what Fujio said while laughing

“I still have a lot more money than you Fujio”

Fujio shrugged and grinned as the young girl said with a smile.

“Then you are buying the ramens y/n”

***

Y/n nervously descended the stairs of the place where she was told. She had known for some time that something big was going on, and she was going to find out what was going on today. She had a bad feeling and did not trust Saboten at all.

She was quite surprised when she entered the place. Kamasaka and Ebara were also here. She looked at the black-haired and blond-haired boy sitting across from the Saboten. There was a strange atmosphere. When her gaze met with Reiji Himuro, the young boy offered a sly grin and nodded. Y/n slightly nodded her head and sat down opposite the Saboten, ignoring Ebara's leader Shoji, who was looking at her seriously on the sidelines.

The young girl was not afraid. One wrong move, she knew everyone here was pretty dangerous. But she was not afraid. Because she knew they needed her.

Saboten talked for a while—without giving too much detail- He told her that she could get the money she wanted, he just wanted her to tell him what she knew about Oya, where they were hanging out.

Y/n crossed her legs and leaned back after listening to the boy across from her. She asked with a smile,

“I think it will be a big job.”

Kohei was watching the young girl intently, he smiled at what she said and stood up. He stood in front of the table and looked at the young girl.

“Amagai, Kohei Amagai. I am the leader of Senomon."

Y/n slowly stood up,

“You can call me y/n, but I guess you already know.”

Kohei smiled and nodded,

“You're pretty popular y/n-chan. You are good at your job and I always work with the best.”

Y/n was sure that the young boy was not such a kind and nice person. She didn't know him, but she knew the rumors about him. She was sure he was trying to impress her because she was just a girl now and he needed her.

Y/n smiled and looked confidently into the blonde boy's eyes.

“You want everything from me about Fujio Hanaoka, right?”

Kohei nodded, Ryo and everyone in the room were watching the duo carefully.

“Okay, Amagai-kun. I collect information about schools in this area. I work with informants. I even know secrets that no one knows. And I'm doing it for the money."

Kohei was pretty sure that the young girl would accept his offer.

“But Oya High is different. Fujio is someone I wouldn't betray for money. So I have to turn down your offer.”

Y/n didn't know about Kohei's plan, but she was sure that something bad would happen. Besides, she didn't like this smug bastard. Still, she wanted to leave without any problems when there were disgusting people like Kamasaka leaders in the room.

Kohei smiled and took a step closer. Shoji and Ryo watched them with full attention. Reiji was quite pleased with the daring demeanor of the young girl.

“I guess I didn't explain myself well y/n. It's not a request, if you think you have another chance, you're wrong.”

Y/n wiped the smile off her face and looked seriously at the Senomon leader.

"What will you do? I guess you forget that I have some pretty strong friends.”

Kohei smiled and opened the small knife in his pocket and held it to her throat. Y/n was looking seriously at the blonde leader as everyone looked at him in surprise.

Kohei knew that the young girl was not afraid, although she would never show it. But he had a better plan.

“You have stupid guts don't you y/n-chan? You didn't even startle." Shoji was watching the expression on the young girl's face, unchanging, not even blinking.

“How would your poor mother feel if she found out that you were making money for her meds with your stupid guts?”

The expression on Y/n's face changed for the first time, it was the first time she was looking so different. It wasn't fear, it was more like anxiety.

"You…"

Everyone in the room held their breath.

“I know you need money. If you give me what I want, I will pay for all of your mother's treatment."

Kohei smiled as Y/n glared at him.

"Come on! Don't hate me so much. I'm giving you a great offer."

She didn't even care about the knife pressed to her throat. But this…

"I don't want it, I don't need your money."

Kohei smiled and pulled the knife from the young girl's throat. He folded it and put it in his pocket. He shook his head slowly and suddenly wrapped his fingers around the young girl's throat.

Ryo nervously stood up but didn't do anything.

“Then let me tell you y/n-chan. If I don't get what I want, I'll make sure no doctor is taking care of your mother. And rest assured, it won't even take me 5 minutes to do it."

Y/n had a scared expression on her face for the first time. For the first time, the expression on her face had changed. And it was certainly not because of her throat squeezing.

There was silence for a while. Y/n thought about her mother for a while. Then Fujio. She knew he would hate her. Fujio liked her. But there was something else that nobody knew, y/n liked him too.

But it was her mother that was in question, even though y/n knew she would lose Fujio forever, she had to do it.

The young girl slowly lowered her head and spoke in a low voice.

“Okay…I will accept…”

Kohei asked with a smile.

"I can not hear you."

Y/n angrily raised her head and looked into the young boy's eyes.

"I said fine, I'll tell you everything I know."

***

Regret is a very heavy feeling. But regret for betraying someone… Y/n hasn't spoken to anyone since then. As Amagai said, he deposited a large amount of money in her account and she took her mother to the hospital that night. But while she stayed with her mother in the hospital, she continued to get news about everything.

Oya was seriously attacked. Tsukasa had been kidnapped. Most of the students were seriously injured. All of them were caught off-guard, unexpectedly. And what y/n said played a big part in this attack...

Y/n had also seen Housen’s Shidaken when she was leaving that day. She just nodded and quickly walked away. But she didn't know that they were going to put Shidaken in the hospital right after she left, and even though it wasn't her fault, she was now blaming herself for everything.

She didn't know what situation Fujio was in. She hadn't seen him for a week. She hadn't asked anything about him, she just knew that he had won the fight and was in good physical shape.

She was walking home to buy clean laundry for her mother. She hadn't smoked in a long time, but for the past week she had been finishing up almost a pack a day. Seeing that there were no cigarettes left in her pack, she angrily squeezed the pack in her hand, crushed it, and slipped it into her pocket. After she turned the corner, she took a few more steps and she met the person she was afraid to see.

Fujio was also surprised to see her. But the confused expression on his face changed within seconds. There was an expression on his face that she could not understand. Hate ? Disappointment ? Sadness? Y/n didn't know what it was, but she was sure she hated seeing it.

They looked at each other for a few minutes.The distance between them was not too long, neither of them said anything. Y/n was unresponsive, trying hard to hide her facial expressions.

Fujio and Todoroki were walking over to Tsukasa’s home. Todoroki only knew y/n by name, but he doesnt have to be genius to understand from Fujio's reaction that it was her.

Y/n slowly started to pace, walking past Fujio without saying a word. But after a few steps, Fujio called out.

“Aren't you going to say something? Anything ?”

Y/n listened to Fujio without turning around. His voice was quite broken, it hurt her heart.

“Why y/n? I just want to know why. Weren't we friends?"

Y/n stood silently. She just stood there.She couldnt even move.

“Did he threaten you? Shidaken told me he saw you with them that day. Did they do something to you? Look, if that's how…”

Fujio believed that y/n had a reason. He didn't want to admit that she had betrayed him. But the young girl's silence proved that everything was true. This angered Fujio even more. And his tone changed.

“So it was true… you really did.”

Y/n felt nauseous, there was a pain in his chest.

"You did it for the money, didn't you?"

Wasn't it true? Why did that word hurt so much?

“You betrayed me for money. Do you know how many people were injured? What did they do to Tsukasa?"

When Y/n didn't answer, Fujio couldn't take it anymore and shouted.

"Damn it! Say something, now! Come on say ‘I didn't! You're wrong’ Say something y/n! Arent you gonna even defend yourself? ”

Y/n couldn't take it anymore and turned to Fujio with cold stares. Fujio was a little taken aback by the young girl's seriousness.

“What do you expect me to say, Fujio? You want me to say no it wasnt like this?"

Fujio gulped, waiting for her to regret, an apology. He knew that if she apologized, he would forgive her.

“What you heard is true. Yes, I did it for the money. Yes, I told them what I know.” Y/n sighed, her expression was so cold and confident that Fujio was watching her in surprise. Didn't he know her at all? “Why are you surprised Fujio? Haven't I earned my whole life like this? For years I've been selling information for money, selling people. Yes I betrayed you… But… What separates you from them?”

Fujio wanted to cry at the last sentence he heard. He was offended, broken, sad but now he was even more angry. He clenched his fist to stay calm. Todoroki was watching the two of them right behind Fujio. Even though he didn't know the young girl, he was sure that something was wrong. Fujio was only looking at her face, but the young girl was tense all over her body.

Fujio smiled and shook his head. He looked into Y/n's eyes and calmly replied.

“I don't blame you y/n. It was my fault for trusting you."

Fujio turned around and left without saying anything. Todoroki looked at the young girl once more and followed Fujio.

Y/n did not react. She couldn't. She knew she had lost him forever, and it was all her fault…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @satraninalane @thatpoindexterpixy

[ckiine]

Candid conversations (Dove in the bedroom #2)

Another ShinRan fanshort..... cause why not? Cause we all love a healthy dose ShinRan, dont we? :) Enjoy!!

"Tell me, Ran! You need to answer my question!" Shinichi said adamantly.

"Mou~ why are you so persistent with it and why does it even matter?" Ran replied brushing off his question.

"Because I won fair and square, you must keep the promise," Shinichi replied firmly, not backing down.

Ran looked at him, and although he was speaking in a demanding manner Shinichi's lips were pulled in a pout, and his eyes had a childlike stubborn look in them. Almost like a kid begging for a toy.

Needless to say Ran's heart melted, not that she had a chance anyway. However, the question Shinichi had asked her, well the answer to that was extremely close to her heart so putting that into words was going to be difficult for her hence her delay in answering her question.

"Fine I will answer you, just give me a moment to collect my words, ok?" Ran replied, defeated by his persistence.

Shinichi stubborn attitude deflated immediately as he patiently waited for Ran's response.

The couple a few days back had a discussion about 'first love' and Shinichi accidently ended up confessing that he fell in love at first sight with Ran. Needless to say, Ran was over the moon and was beaming with joy. Shinichi was embarrassed but pleased to see her look so happy so he asked her as well, when did she fall in love with him?

Ran looked at him, blushed profusely and refused to answer. Shinichi driven by the curiosity of her reaction and his own case-solving mind was now persistently trying to make deductions as to when she fell in love with him. Thankfully they both know that they were each other's first love so it was just a matter of solving 'when.'

However, to his utter annoyance, he was not very accurate with this deduction about Ran and she always seemed to have an upper hand. Well, his chances of winning were negligible when Ran would look at him doey pleading eyes and completely non-existent when she would throw in a random kiss. He was never gonna win. But this time around he managed to somehow persist even after the relentless attacks.

The couple had a game they would play when they wanted the other to spill a secret. They would stand at a crowded intersection and guess the colour of the fifth passing car. Anyone who guessed correctly or was closest to the colour range would win the bet and make the other say or do the thing they want. This was more or less a pure game of chance so they had a 50-50 chance of winning. In this case, Shinichi had won and now was demanding the answer to his question as to 'when' did Ran fall in love with him and Ran was sneakily trying to avoid the question. Though now she had given in to his persistence.

Shinchi was patiently looking at her and the more he looked at her with his clear unwavering gaze the more she felt her heart tremble.

She began softly, her voice tinged with nostalgia,

"It was during the New York case when I fully acknowledged my feelings for you."

A look of surprise crossed his face, "When we were fifteen? You sure took your sweet time," Shinichi whined.

Here I am losing my heart to you the moment I saw you smile. Shinichi had complains.

"Let me finish."

"Go ahead," he said grumpily and looked away

Ran was amused with his childish antics but she continued.

"Shinichi, you are a very precious person to me. I have known you since we were in kindergarten. We have spent a lot of time in each other's company."

Shinichi glanced back at her.

"I look at you too, you know,"

"It was around the final year of middle school when I started feeling that you were a bit more special to me."

Shinichi's eyes sparkled as he looked at her.

"But even before that I really admired your courage, honesty, truthful nature and your idealistic principles as well."

"I did look up to you as an individual well before I realised that I loved you."

"Eventually and slowly other aspects of you became endearing to me as well. Your insane obsession with detective stories especially with Sherlock Holmes which ended up inspiring you to be a detective, a soccer enthusiast or even your single minded approach to achieve your goals. Even your bold but reckless behaviour which got you in trouble."

Ran spoke softly, her voice soft, compassionate but wavering, but her eyes were shining and shaking.

Meanwhile, Shinichi felt suffocated. His breath was punctured and agonised. He was certainly not prepared for this confession.

Ran continued.

"Slowly you were occupying a large part of me. Initially, when I had a vague realisation of my feelings, I was confused for a while. I didnt want these newly sprouted feelings to create confusion and misunderstandings between us. At that time you were my most precious childhood friend as well."

"Matters of the heart are delicate and fragile. I didn't want my admiration towards you to become misguided just because I was entering adolescence."

"But it was a hopeless case for my heart. During the case in New York, in the abandoned building, where we saved that serial killer your words reassured me. They were like a balm to my soul."

"That's when I realised that my heart had already fully surrendered to you."

"Your acts of kindness, attentiveness, protective behaviour, your unique ways of caring for people around you, all of it came rushing to me as if a dam had exploded on me."

Ran gasped for a breath. Even now, she felt her body tremble as she still felt that painful intensity of love. So many memories of their time together flashed in her mind. Her eyes glistened with tears, it was the sweet pain of love.

"I was so overwhelmed Shinchi, I realised that there was no way I would not love you, you are too deeply entangled in my soul."

"As for you being passionate as a detective, I am extremely proud of you, the way you protected Ai-chan, single-handedly bearing the burden to put an end to those men in black, taking the enormous responsibility of protecting the people around you. It sets my heart my ablaze with pride and honour. Thankfully I have learnt all of you."

"I feel your loneliness too. The worries, the sadness and the sacrifices you had to make. The dangerous endeavour you took upon yourself, I feel it all Shinichi. So much so that it hurts."

"I have learnt all of you, from your heart to your soul so that you do not need to spend a lifetime translating yourself, your actions for me."

"I no longer pinpoint to one particular moment but I am certain of the fact that I have loved you every moment."

The atmosphere in the room was strange and quite Shinichi was looking down and his bangs were hiding his face so Ran couldnt see his expression.

"Se-See, happy now," said Ran, nonchalantly trying to change heavy the atmosphere as she nervously fanned her face and looked up to hold back tears.

I knew I was gonna tear up! Shinichi, you idiot!! And now he is not even saying anything after making me such embarrassing things.

"Why wont you say anything? I am going to be really angry if you are secretly laughing at m-"

"Mmuph"

Shinichi kissed her. Without warning, without permission, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He couldn't breathe, he needed the breath she was holding. It belonged to him and he needed it back.

Ran's back hit the sofa under his passionate assault. Shinichi's lips moved with frightening intensity. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to devour her or bury himself in her or just simply melt into her.

Ran started to feel light-headed under the lack of air and attempted to push him away. Shinichi moved away, barely an inch away from her moist, swollen and slightly bruised lips. His body was still pressed on top of her, close and intimate.

Ran gasped for some air. Her face flushed with a lovely shade of pink, her eyes dazed, moist and wet but she did not even have the courage to face him.

"Shinichi, I-"

Again!!!!

This is not enough Ran! It is barely scratching the surface of my madness.

Shinichi kissed her feverishly because words could no longer express the depth of his emotions.

Every time he had thought that he had reached the pinnacle of his love for her, she would do something that would throw him back at the starting point.

Shinichi pulled away and their eyes met. The eyes spoke volumes of unsaid things between them. Shinichi gently caressed her face with his thumb drawing small circular patterns on her cheek while Ran melted into his touch.

Shinichi gave a small smile and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He felt a small lingering kiss on the base of her throat where he could vividly feel her pulse and even hear her heartbeat. This soft warmth was all his and his alone.

"Aishiteru."

Ran wound her arms around him, keeping him close and secure.

"Hmmm."

And the couple drifted off to sleep.

(Kinda close to the image of them I had in my mind of them falling asleep.)

(They look so cute!)

(A/N - All the credits to the actual artist. This image is NOT mine.)

******

A/N 1 - Damnnn I am on a rollll!!! This one has been on my mind for a while but I just could not pen it down properly but I hope you guys enjoy what I wrote.

A/N 2 - As mostly guessed this is after the BO part is over and Shinichi has told Ran everything.

A/N 3 - Please like and comment and let me know what do you guys think, also please forgive me for any grammatical errors.

A/N 4 - The images used are not mine. All the credit to the original artists!!

Bonus picture 1 - "Someone being patient with you is one of the softest forms of love" - Sarah Zuraiqi.

(She really is an angel)

Bonus picture 2 ..... Cause why not! (>////////<)

(They are sooooo adorable!!!)

Once again all the credits to the actual artist! You have done an amazing job!

[kit-williams]

Kit, I love reading all your writings. From the quality of what you've written, the posts of WIPS you've shared, and the overall general musings you've given about what you're working on, it is beyond clear that you're passionate and care about what you write.

From Perty and Penelope to Roland and Bäckerin, it's all genuinely so good. I see you post something and get beyond excited to get the chance to read it; even if it's a quick one of reply to build off another post.

THAT'S NOT EVEN GET INTO HUSBANDRY SENTIENCE! You helped kick off genuinely one of the most enjoyable pieces of collective fanfiction that I have read in such a long time; it's to the point where I point my friends to your page like, "Look at this! Look at how good it is!" And they agree because it really is! I used to gate fandoms, I thought my time in them was done, but you've made me actually want to interact with one again with this collective you've been encouraging.

You've done great work, and that's all well and good to say, but it's harder to make oneself believe that. As a fellow artist and writer, I also understand where you're coming from. Sometimes, you look at something you've made (especially as it gets older) and wonder if it was ever any good in the first place. The answer is yes, it was and still is. The truth of the matter is that as you grow as a writer, your expectations for yourself do as well. You see every mistake, every way it could have been better. That's natural. But to us, your audience, we see a wonderful piece every time. We go back and reread things you've written no matter how old because we love what you wrote.

It's okay to be self-critical, but know you never need to doubt your abilities. You've written wonderful things, and I can personally say I am very excited to read whatever you write next.

I really hope you feel better soon, be kind to yourself.

- Tired College Anon

I never came back to tumblr to make what I've made. Sentience was never a thought I had... but it evolved so much further than what I thought it would be... I never saw myself doing anything more than just posting my silly D&D crossover idea and then Roland came into existence.

As for Husbandry Sentience... I really do try to understand the characters that I have been so graciously been allow to help make or to take to interact with my boys and girls. I never had made something like this before... honestly Sentience is just an AU of an AU... and then how much I feel honored to see people making AUs of my AU like the mer fics... making a collaborative fic beyond just my ask box people was not on my bingo card guys (gn)...

And then I was convinced, guided, somehow some way this beautiful community I had suddenly found myself in told me they wanted to see my take on Canon Characters far more fleshed out then old Ovary Thief Tyberos

I hate talking about myself because I dont feel like what I accomplish is much to write home about because its just this is my standard. What I give to you all is just my normal... my normal quick and dirty only occasionally beta read/reviewed before I post it... its me not trying me not worrying

I should feel better soon... everyone has been so unbelievably kind... everyone has been so nice and supportive

[uninformedartist]

look i dont consider myself a proshipper nor an anti (tl;dr, yes people can find catharsis in portraying problematic things in fiction, but there is a point where you’re just glorifying and fetishizing it), but viv is charting with /nicolebsicrete on twitter, who apparently works on hb viz dev.

she ships rick and morty together and likes inappropriate fanart of them

how do u even defend that????

i know we all have feelings about r2 but at least they tag their shit and are pretty blunt about how valangel is a fucked up dynamic that from a psychological pov can be explored and messy. but this bitch is just straight up supporting CP 🤢

TW ahead for this post

Yeah, just addressed this in another post but yeah. Viv is REAL comfortable interacting with these two employees. Was just not too long ago Viv and nicolebsicrete were talking on twitter... (°ω°) about rick and morty ironically.

Nicolebsicrete is VERY passionate on shipping rick and morty, their bio is changed now but this was the old bio and a few posts of rick *gags* × morty they retweeted.

Straight up proship and I don't even want to know if they like... other art of rick×morty 🤢 its disgusting I hate it.

Raphielle sigh, Raphielle while is very explicit on their shipping of Angel, Vox and Val like he is really making it clear he's drawing r*pe shipping art of them and he tags his shit but the glorification of r*pe in his art. I saw someone confront him on his twtter and apparently (as said by them) they're a rape victim aswell and Raphielle had this to reply to them. This is just messed up.

I do agree with you and believe that people especially those trauma and pain can feel cathartic when seeing problematic or sensitive issues portrayed in fiction media and other media, I've seen it happen personally and have personally especially catharsis watching some shows.

But it has to be done with a level respect and shouldn't a glorification of these topics. Raphielle though doesn't, he sees it yes as problematic and a messed up dynamic and there is a sliver of psychological nuance in his art and animatics BUT when looking at the whole picture Raphielle is glorifying r*pe in his art and animatics and gets a sort of kick out of it (I do not kink shame anyone but I'm sorry going to be VERY personal here r*pe kinks and many other egregious kinks I cannot condone, I live in South Africa literally the "rape capital" of the world... I can't just can't condone). Sorry gotta disagree with you there anon.

(Pic has alt text, tw for it)

In conclusion these are both terrible individuals on Vivs team, one is a Proshipper with a ship between a minor and adult AND they're family (pedophilia, incest and cp going on in this ship). And the other has a r*pe ship, glorifies r*pe and finds satisfaction out of it.

[pastanest]

Jon Snow x she/her!reader

A/N: by personal request, @otteropera you are tagged in all my Jon Snow fics henceforth 🫡

Dance With Me

The irony was not lost on Jon. While he had been aware of his namesake and its disadvantages for every waking moment of his life - his very status being an insult to all that heard it as well as a sin in and of itself, and it being the first word people would reach for the moment he had done something wrong, even if prior to that they had feigned a liking to him - it was not until tonight that he understood. Standing in the doorway to the hall of the place he had called home but never truly felt welcomed in, watching the crowd that had gathered enjoy the festivities of the evening while he stood as nothing more than an outsider, barred from entry by a barrier invisible to all but him; he finally understood what it was to be a bastard. 

It was not the sight of his family laughing together, the smile on the face of the mother he could never have that would be directed at everyone except for him. It was not the music, the food, or the sense of community. In his heart, Jon knew that he was more of a lone wolf than his siblings, if he dared call himself such a thing. Though his preference of isolation was not a personal choice but out of habit, feeling alone was the most comfortable and familiar sense that a Snow could hope for. No, he did not feel that he was missing out; prior to tonight, Jon could not have thought of much worse than being forced to dance with strangers. The irony of it all was, despite the obvious misfortune of his namesake, he had never felt it more than when he saw a man’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the center of the hall. He had never felt such a tug in his chest as the one when that man had taken your hand, bowed to you and placed a kiss on your knuckles. He had never wanted to hold someone in his arms more than when he had seen that man hold you as he danced with you. Never felt a nausea like the one when he heard your laugh from where he stood, and he wished more than anything he could hear you properly, that he was the one to have pulled that laugh from you. The irony of it being a pretty girl that made Jon Snow aware of his namesake and not everything else he had experienced, only forced him into a further state of embarrassment.

Flustered and lost to his own mind, Jon does not even notice his brother, Robb, approach until he is at his side, sighing.

“Enjoying the evening, brother?” Robb asks, and Jon just about manages to tear his gaze from you for long enough to meet his brother’s eyes and reply.

“As much as can be expected, I suppose. Are you?” He returns the question, his eyes already struggling to resist the gravitational pull back to you. What if he misses a single second of your smile? Is that man your husband? Your betrothed? What if you look over at this very second and this is his one chance to lock eyes with you from across the room, and-

“The drink is good, and there are some fine women here.” Robb answers.

Jon nods thoughtfully. “Aye.”

“Theon has bed most of them already, unfortunately.” Robb jokes, eyeing his brother with a playful smile, but when he doesnt receive the laugh he expected from Jon, he follows his gaze and sees you. His smile turns to a knowing one. “Not her, though, I dont think.”

Jon clears his throat, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you, his eyes instead focussing on his own boots. “I dont know of whom you speak, but it is far too warm in here, I think I’ll take my leave.” His words are hurried, and he leaves before his brother has chance to respond, Robb’s chuckle growing more distant with every step Jon takes.

Once outside, Jon leans against the wall and takes a deep breath of cold, Northern air. Then another, and then another. Closing his eyes, he leans his head back and rests that against the wall, too. Unfortunately, with his eyes closed, the only image in his mind is your smile as you laughed, so bright it was almost blinding. He didnt mind that it wasnt directed at him, it was an honor simply to view such a magical thing from afar.

“My Lord, are you alright?”

That is not a voice he recognises. Jon stands to attention, eyes snapping open, replacing the mental image of your smile with an entirely new image of you, standing before him with a curiosity and concern so intense it furrows your brow. The cold has already caused you to wrap your arms around yourself, and he wonders why you did not bring a shawl of some kind with you. Does that mean you left to find him with some urgency? 

Quite suddenly, he remembers that you had asked him a question. “Yes, my Lady, I apologise, I- you do not need to call me that, I’m no Lord.”

While the concern visibly lifts from your face at his answer, your confusion remains. “But..you’re one of the Stark boys, Jon, are you not?”

His mouth is ever so slightly agape, because you know his name. Jon avoids your eyes, feeling shame consume him. “No, my Lady…I am Lord Stark’s bastard.”

Seeing you shiver as you rub the sleeves of your gown to attempt to retain some warmth, Jon is quick to shrug his cloak from his shoulders and offer it to you.

“Thank you. Tell me, is your namesake the reason that you did not ask me for a dance, Jon?” The question leaves your lips like it is the most casual one to have ever been uttered, as though Jon’s heart had no reason to splutter the way it did when he heard it.

He meets your eyes to read your face, and he can see it. You saw him. He doesnt know when, but at some point this evening, you had caught him admiring you, and you took the time to read into such a gesture, from someone like him. 

While studying your features, you take the time to do the same. The dark curls that frame his face, the traces of a beard growing at his cheeks, and the sadness that sits so deeply in his eyes. Your heart aches just as it had when you had seen him before.

“I saw you the moment that you entered the hall with your family, you know. I had made an effort not to look at you since, hoping you would ask me, but I could see you in the corner of my eye, and then I saw you go and thought I had spoiled my chance.” You confess, face burning, but hoping you have saved yourself.

Jon cannot believe his ears. His face is the picture of dumbfounded, lost for words beyond comprehension. With everything in him, he searches for as many as he can. “I…Yes, I cannot ask a Lady to dance with me, you should not want to dance with me, my Lady, it…everyone will-”

Shaking your head, you interject. “Sod each and every soul that thinks they have a right to say who can and cannot ask me to dance. The only person I have wanted to dance with since seeing you, is you.”

Jon frowns. “But, that man-”

You roll your eyes teasingly. “Yes, well, had I sat at a table all night and refused every dance offered save for you, it does not seem I would have danced at all!”

At that, Jon laughs. Despite the rising tension, the heat in his cheeks and the pounding in his chest, he laughs with you as though he’s the most at ease he’s ever been. And he wants to ask you, he wants to ask you more than he’s ever wanted to ask any question in his entire life. The longer he looks at you, almost smothered in his cloak and smiling up at him, the more impossible you are to resist, until you are completely and utterly.

As the laughter you share dies down, Jon’s soft smile remains. “What is your name, my Lady?” 

You grin at him. “(Y/N).”

His heart sings your name the moment he’s heard it, and he doesnt think it will ever stop. With every ounce of courage he possesses and begging every old and new god he has the capacity to think of in this moment, Jon Snow steps forward and takes your hand.

“Then, Lady (Y/N), if it please you, would you do me the greatest honor a man can hope for, and dance with me?” His words are quiet, almost hoarse with emotion, having never felt so strongly and so certainly about anything or anyone. 

Squeezing his hand, you nod up at him. “The honour is all mine, Jon.”

And then, the two of you turn to walk back to the hall, every step an eternity of bliss never lived before. And it is Jon Snow’s hand on the small of your back, but your eyes never leave his, your smiles mirrored at each other as he leads you to the centre of the hall, and when the room falls silent, Jon is shocked at how little he cares. In fact, he does not care at all, because it is his arms that are around your waist now, your palms against his chest, foreheads mere centimetres apart as the music continues to play. And when Jon hears a wolf whistle from the side of the hall, he knows without a shadow of a doubt, it comes from Robb, causing him to laugh, and you to laugh with him. 

The irony of it all is not lost on Jon. While he had been educated alongside his brothers on what it is to be a man, it took a pretty girl to truly show him how it feels to be a man.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Ranpo with an s/o who prefers spicy snacks over sweets!

Scenario:- Ranpo tries spicy snaccs!

Pairing:- Ranpo Edogawa x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- oneshot/hc

Honestly,one thing that brought you together was your love for snacks

Although you liked savoury and he liked sweet

It didnt really matter tho

At first~

Everyone knew that ranpo edogawa didnt share food,and they all soon learned that neither did you :’)

But the only exception to your rule seemed to be eachother

He was a bit reluctant to try your snacks,but seeing you enjoy them(the pure look of satisfaction and enjoyment on your face always made it obvious that you were eating) made him want to try them too!

So one fine day he suggested you both swap snacks

You looked at your spicy bites and then at his marshmallows,deciding it wouldn’t be the worst to switch over to sweet for a second to calm your taste buds,you agreed and the swap was made.

You started gobbling up his marshmallows and the switch from crunchy and spicy to soft and sweet definitely helped you,it almost balanced it out!(perfectly balanced;as all things should be!)

But ranpo....he was a little adamant to try yours.

Now you were the kind of person to keep eatin ur snacks even if your mouth was SCREAMING for relief.you just loved the flavour!

But um,ranpo didnt wanna go thru that so he hesitated,contemplating whether or not he should just swap back your bites for his mallows

You saw this and clarified that these one’s werent the rly spicy ones,they were mild at best.

And after hearing that he popped the first one into his mouth!

It was a stark contrast from his usual nom-ings(yes ik thats not a word it just sounded right!) but he welcomed the challenge!

After all, a master detective should be flexible,adaptable and able to withstand anything!

He took bite after bite,digging into the bag like a raccoon in a trashcan! And soon your bag was finished!

He tossed it aside and drank from his bottle of cream soda before looking back to you,who had done the same(finished the snacks i mean!)

“Soo...,” you began, “how were they??”

He thought for a second before replying, “a stark difference to be sure but a welcome one...although....i think I’ll stick to my sweets thank youuu very much~”

You laughed to yourself and shook your head

“Sure ranpo,go ahead”

And with that you each opened your next bag of snacks and dug in

While you were enjoying yours,you felt eyes watching you ,and sure enough when you looked at ranpo he was watching you.

“Want some??” You asked,shaking the bag in front of him.

He looked back to his bag,then to you,your bag and then back to his.

“Dont worry i wont take any of yours...” you said knowing he was wondering whether taking yours would mean hed have to give you some of his again.

But after Your clarification,he took a few pieces and popped em into his mouth

He uh quickly regretted not trying one first

These ones were significantly spicier than the one he’d had before and the effect it had on his tongue was causing him to chug his soda and the next one too

Soon once he felt better he cleared his throat and glared at you snack bag,clutching his to his chest and holding on for dear life

After a few seconds, he hissed out in a tone filled with the purest sense of betrayal, “NEVER AGAIN!” And then went back to practically inhaling his gummy bears

You laughed again and them resumed your snacking too, “dont worry popo,we’ll build up your spice tolerance!”

“NOOOOO THANK YOU.”

“Oh well.” You said with a shrug as you made a mental note to definitely make him build up his spice tolerance~(but not if he really doesnt wanna k?!🔪)

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

[magioffire]

saw your reply on that one ask post and while i still can't find the account in question to block, thank you for the extra clues on what to look out for!

alright im gonna be real its the blog char/lotte-l/iddel. i commonly do not name drop blogs and was 100 percent prepared to leave this shit behind but....i guess she just keeps wanting to drag everyone back in because every day, its something else. therefore i think its important people know exactly who tf she is so they dont have to walk on eggshells wondering if theres someone in their community that literally holds wrong and bigoted opinions against them for....simply existing? nah. no one should have to deal with that.

theyve deleted many of their anti-polyam posts to cover their tracks and avoid criticism. but their issues with polyam apparently include: wars have been started as a direct result of polyam relationships apparently (???? girl what. what wars), confusing polyam with forced religious polygamy (and seems to also conveniently forget that people still to this day are forced into monogamous relationships somehow), that only people who are childish, deluded or narcissistic are in polyam relationships, used right-wing talking heads like jor/dan p/eterson, m/att wa/lsh and j/oe ro/gan as 'sources' (as a trans person, even if you do not agree with everything these people say, if you uncritically consume them, i just dont feel safe around you. period.). and yet despite having these opinions she still thought it was okay to be in mutuals with openly polyamorous characters and muns, and follow the blogs of people who had it explicit in their rules that they dont tolerate ANY forms of bigotry or hatred. like, you gotta follow HER rules and respect HER boundaries but apparently everyone else's space and boundaries? free reign for her. she can reap the benefit of consuming our art and writing and being in our spaces while also having such vile opinions, apparently. now shes claiming its just an opinion of her muse, but we all know its just a smoke screen. we arent stupid, we can tell when someone is soapboxing using their character as a shield against criticism. and frankly, its repulsive. in this situation, you can either own up to your mistake, or double down on your bigoted stance and make it abundantly clear that you do not welcome certain groups of people into your space. thats fair. but shes being wishwashy, like many bigots nowadays are. they cannot own up to their biogtry and need a level of plausible deniability to avoid criticism, which...ultimately just means all of us have to walk on egg shells to 'tolerate' their shitty opinions because they 'claim' they arent *actually* hateful, they are just *concerned* or *uncomfortable*. like --

i could go on. but really i think you get it. im really sorry that you, and all of us, who are in this community to find respite from this kind of hate and intolerance, and enjoy eachother's differences, have to deal with this. i am friends with people from all walks of life, many world views, *i always give everyone the benefit of the doubt* but when i witness such blatant misinformation, pettiness and hatred being harbored within the community, i cant keep quiet about it or tolerate it.

ignore the shit out of her. she wants attention. dont give her anymore.

[lizzyaka]

I hadn't seen your blog since ages!!! And I really do love your takes because they are so different from others (and sometimes me too)

I did make a post about that Bunny wasn't sad about the farmer dying. It is how I interpreted it from the book. I do think Bunny was gonna eventually tell the police about it. I just don't necessarily think it was because he felt bad for the farmer's death. It was HIS friends who killed the farmer and that's what made him feel so guilty and go down the spiral.

If he was in the bacchanal with them and they had all accidentally killed the farmer, Bunny's not the type of person to turn himself in. He WOULD have done the same. He would have tried to save himself. He wouldn't have minded then if the farmer had died because he himself was involved in it

Even if this a hypothetical situation as you said, we don't know how Bunny will react to it.

It is clear he is more human than all the others and more capable of feeling remorse and empathy. But that doesn't mean in a situation where he is going to jail, he won't try to cover it up.

He will definitely feel more guilty than all the others did

They just went "oh well, what can we do"

Bunny would have eventually spilled the beans because of the humanity in him. Maybe to his gf or friends or anyone. Like he told Richard.

Bunny is STILL NOT morally superior in my eyes just because he wasn't directly involved in murder. It is because he wasn't involved that it makes it so much more grey.

We don't know a lot about Bunny in general.

What if he was involved in the death? Wouldn't he be in the same plane as them?

In this case they wouldn't kill Bunny, and they all would be in the same situation. Henry didn't kill Bunny cuz he was a sociopath.

They seem worse than him because they killed him but if they didn't, we won't consider them worse.

He would have done the same as they did but with more guilt and remorse.

To me it seemed like Bunny wasn't upset the farmer died but he was upset that his friends killed him, lied to him and hid their crime, that made him feel an intense amount of guilt on behalf of them.

That's all I want to say.

(I don't agree with all your opinions on TSH but I don't mean to hate on it 😭😭😭😭. I saw the post of you calling me out and felt I needed to explain myself. Again, I just wanted to give my opinions on Bunny, I know he is more hated than the rest and it's BAD. It's just we see so little of Bunny being good that you can't blame people for not liking him. My opinions of him have softened each time I re-read the book and he definitely didn't deserve to die as some people say)

Sorry for the long ask lol, I just had a lot of emotions 🤧🤧🤧

Im so sorry for the late reply really ive been suuuper drained and ive been waiting until i get my energy back to reply but days have passed and im still mentally and physically worn out and i just feel rude at this point😭 i really wish i could give a longggg reply bc i love yapping about tsh but theres a stopper in my brain that prevents the thoughts from flowing so ill leave this post here where i talk in length about this topic and why i dont think bunny could have ever been involved in the murder.

Anddd i dont blame people for not liking bunny!!! I think thats a very valid opinion. I dont think hes a good person but i love his character

And tysm for what u said abt my blog! I loveeee hearing opinions that differ from mine so pls feel free to debate me on my takes i find it really enjoyable <3 my interpretation of the book is after all just an interpretation and i love hearing how other people come to different conclusions based on the same text

And wdym by the post i called u out on? Im kinda confused on that bc i dont remember having called anyone out on my blog 😭 but sorry if u somehow felt attacked by one of my posts, it def wasnt my intention

[mycochaotix]

My “real”nonbinary friends and fam, please read this and tell me your thoughts!!! —r/nonbinary user commented:

“I feel that Blair White and others like her are calling out bad behavior and demanding personal accountability. We all can live our lives as we see fit, but demanding nullification of sexual orientation in relation to one's gender or having a melt down over misgender pronouns without self realization about how we present ourselves is narcissistic and provides our detectors against the lgbt+ community with reason to vilify us.

Non-binary people are not the problem, to be clear. It's people who believe being non-binary qualifies them for special victimhood status and who go on public forums to decry society's ills for not recognizing their non-binary lifestyle on sight that creates this negativity.

If you know you are emotionally mature enough to get through your day and live your truth without being angry someone isn't into you or that the days your presentation may lean one way or the other on the gender spectrum and gracefully correct and move on, you know you aren't the problem.”

- they were downvoted many times when I saw rhe comment, so I asked chatgpt why and replied to them:

“Asked ChatGPT why your comment is being downvoted, it said: “This comment appears to express a negative view towards individuals, particularly non-binary people, who assert their gender identity and seek recognition. The use of terms like "meltdown" and the implication that asserting ‘one's gender identity is narcissistic’ may be perceived as dismissive or transphobic by some. “ 🤷🏽”

- they responded to my comment with:

“I mean, if you like feel that someone crying over a stranger at a fast food restaurant calling them "Ma'am" while taking their order on Tik Tok is good representation, we're at an impasse. That's not real life and it doesn't represent real non-binary people.

Edit: More importantly, if we ourselves do not call out bad behavior in our own community and ensure that negative representation isn't the only viewable commodity, we're practically committing self harm.”

- i replied with:

“Up until this comment, I havent made a personal belief claim about your comments. Just saw you being downvoted and wanted to understand why :) hence why I asked chatgpt.

Honestly, your comment reflects that you seem to be trying to police or gatekeep what anyone gets offended by. Why does that matter. Most non binary people i know are too concerned about being hate crimed to actually get offended at a mcdonalds worker incorrectly assuming their gender… much less asserting their correct pronouns when being misgendered.

Your use of “real non binary people” is quite problematic tbh. I think you may have an insulated understanding of Queer people thats influencing your perspective in an unhelpful way. Im a real non binary person and I disagree with your perspective and characterization of non binary people. Your edit is something im not comfortable addressing specifically tbh, I process it as problematic and not worth pursuing as you seem set in your beliefs.

Your feelings, and mine, and whatever queer scapegoat you are bringing up from tiktok, all matter and are valid. You dont know the trauma history of the person who is offended at being misgendered. To be misgendered is uncomfortable, especially for trans folkx and especially for those who are aware of the insane, incessant gender norms, mores and expectations on us at all times.

Calling out bad behavior is fine, but looking at situations empathetically, and from as many perspectives as you can, is going to aid you on identifying behavior thats could be a meaningful change to call out , and behavior that you just dont like and want to stop someone from doing because of your discomfort.”

—

Queer, and specifically: Transfam, please tell me if im far off here … or what yall think!

-mcx

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update:

[harventheblorbo]

Hi,I really like your work.So can I get a fanfic about optimus prime with a human reader,where the reader is struggling with the fact that optimus chose jack over them to guard the key to vector sigma.(optimus is the guardian of the reader and the reader blames mostly themselves for being too weak and regretting every past traumatic experience they shared with optimus.They dont blame jack or optimus.)The reader tries to hide it bcs they dont want to embarrass themselves(as they see it) any further in front of optimus,but the thoughts that everyone dislikes them creep up again and so they become distant and try to make themselves very quiet/serious(they think of everyone as an enemy who finds them annoying again).

Also optimus reaction to that,what would he do?But in general angst with comfort(maybe an explanation as to why optimus didnt chose them).

Sorry if its too long or something doesnt fit the rules of the blog(couldnt find them😂)

One shot of TFP Optimus with a reader that can't understand why Optimus choose jack to guard the key of vector Sigma and not them!

Containing; Optimus Prime

___ is gender neutral and human

Warning; Angst, and swearing.

One shot Summary; ___ can't wrap their head around that Optimus picked Jack to protect the key to vecter sigma but some special bot notices.

When Optimus gave Jack the Key, my heart shattered. Why? Why was I so upset that Optimus gave Jack the key? Was it because maybe I thought that Optimus thought as me as too weak? I couldn't blame him if he did.

I didn't wanna ask Optimus because I was just too embarrassed. What if he got too nervous to tell me and told a lie? I mean I don't think he would but still it kinda hurts. I mean there has to be a reasonable explanation. I put my pencil down and closed my notebook. My therapist had been recommending that I should do journaling so I can have my head clear.

I mean it worked a little bit. But to be honest I think it just made me seem more awkward. The Video game buzzed and I heard Jack and Raf exclaim how the other cheated. It was a 2006 game that Ratchet bought so I doubt that Raf would know how to hack it anyway. Miko tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey ___, do you by chance have the answer for number 3 on our homework?" Miko asked as she sat down next to me with her homework. "Yeah, it's 8" I replied. To be honest, I haven't been feeling the best recently and felt tired.

"Thank you!" She yipped and ran off after writing the answer down. I did anything to help them as I thought I was responsible to do it since Jack had to do it all the time. But to be honest, I think my whole life is going to shit

But I don't wanna really bring it up to someone. What if I burden them? And who would be the right person to talk to it about it? Ratchet is always so grumpy and would brush me off. Arcee would just ask me to go away or something like that. Bulk head is too nice and I think I would overwhelm him. Ultra Magnus wouldn't be the best to go to for anything. So for now, I just keep quiet. Like I always have.

As the days pass, I realize how distant they have been with me. But then again Ive been distant with them and I think it's for the better. No one has really been talking to me. And whenever they do, its awkward and uncomfortable and small.

I don't really care anymore. I don't care about anything anymore. I can't tell if I'm pissed off or just pissed at my self for being a fuckin fool. I guess I was too late to realize when Optimus was more or less observing me throughout the week until I saw him walk up to the risen area for the humans.

"___? Is it alright if I have a word with you?" I heard Optimus's voice and looked up at him. His optics whirred a little bit and saw how focused he was. "Sure... What's up?" I replied. There was no one around so It was a perfect timing. "I'm sure I can speak on behalf of everyone and say that we are worried for you ___" There was brief science. I nodded to let him continue talking. "You've been distant to everyone. Even the children and it's worrying us. Tell me what's wrong. Please" Optimus leaned a little bit forward as I walked up to where he was.

"Well to be honest, I've been upset about the fact that you chose to give Jack the key..." I explained with a upset tone. Im honestly embarrassed to even be saying these words. I can feel my hands sweat as I fidget with my fingers.

Optimus blinked and pondered on what he was going to say. "I see now." He remarked. "Your wondering why I gave Jack the key and not you, I'm I correct?" Optimus asked. I couldn't do anything but nod my head. "___, the only reason I chose Jack to protect it was because Arcee asked me to." He explained. "Oh..." I quietly stated.

I kinda chuckled. "Well thanks for clearing it up" I thanked him as I looked at him fully while I scratched the back of my head a little. He simply nodded with a slight smile.