#but if i don’t acknowledge that i’m smart who the hell will?
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yes i’m so glad you’re writing for clarisse because im obsessed with your writing.
could you write something with reader being a really confident and vain daughter of aphrodite who channels her mothers war goddess attributes and is one of the best sword fighter in camp? also playful teasing from reader and sparring because 1 i need justice for the massacre of aphrodites character and 2 clarisse x aphrodite!reader is essential to my life force. haters can hate.
maybe also show how other campers interact with her as well, like luke showing percy around idk
LOVER AND A WARRIOR
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pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of aphrodite!reader
summary: clarisse has always been a hard hitter and a tough lover, but a certain someone from aphrodite makes her soft. and she doesn’t entirely mind it.
warnings: use of “y/n” once or twice, kinda switches to percy’s pov, fighting, almost death(?), fluff, mentions of beckendorf!!
a/n: i really hope i did this request right! enjoy! i was trying to crank this out as soon as i could.
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Everyone thought you’d be claim by Ares (even though your dad was still very present and not a god) or at least by Athena. You were smart and a hell of a lot strong; both mentally and physically.
So it came to a surprise when Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, claimed you.
Though, Clarisse knew you were her daughter. You were every bit of passionate: about life, hobbies, interests, her. You paid attention to every little detail that flew out of her mouth (she noticed).
It didn’t help that you channeled your mother’s past title and abilities. After all, in Sparta, she was known as Aphrodite Aeria, “Aphrodite the Warlike”.
Clarisse was head over heels for you the minute she saw you fight (you even bested Luke, how was she not supposed to not fall in love with you?)
You and Clarisse started dating at the peak of the Summer Solstice and never looked back. No one knew Clarisse could be so…tolerating to someone outside of her cabin, especially to one of Aphrodite’s daughter.
Percy surely didn’t expect it either.
Clarisse was so callous and you were compassionate. He guessed that thing about opposites attract was true.
“Look, you want attention here, dummy?” Clarisse spoke condescendingly to the newest camper. She just couldn’t believe a scrawny kid took down the Minotaur. “You better be ready for it when it comes.”
Clarisse made Percy flinch and walked past Hermes’ kids. An amused smile plastered on her face. Luke shook his head as Ares’ kids passed which begged the question. “Why don’t they mess with you?” Percy asked.
“They know better.” Luke smirked.
“Luke’s the second strongest swordsman in camp.” Chris added with a proud grin.
“Who’s the first?”
“Y/N.”
Suddenly, you walked by in perfect timing. Percy’s eyes glued to you. You witnessed the whole situation and went to talk to your girlfriend. “Clarisse…” You muttered.
Percy watched Ares’ daughter soften at the mention of her name from your lips. Nothing in the facial expressions, it was all in the eyes.
“She doesn’t look menacing or intimidating—” Percy acknowledged.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Luke reminded as he glanced back at you and Clarisse. “Got my ass handed to me when I sparred with her.”
Percy looked at Luke. “Really? Can I train with her?”
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It wasn’t odd to find Clarisse in Aphrodite’s cabin; nor was it odd to find the two of you cuddling on your bunk. Sunlight beaming onto the two of you and the only sounds were the campers outside. All of your siblings when do go enjoy camp activities while you read to Clarisse.
Ancient Greek flows from your mouth like the water from River Styx. Clarisse had one arm haphazardly thrown across your abdomen. Her head perched on your shoulder.
Silently, she admired the way your lips moved. The way you were invested into the story. The way she can see all the tiny details on your gorgeous face from this position.
Clarisse found herself falling for you more and more with each second of the day. She was aggressive and intimidating. She was Ares’ favorite daughter after all, but she found herself becoming more softhearted to you.
“You’re my…everything.” Clarisse whispered fondly. It might’ve been a slip of the tongue, but it made you blush.
She never failed to make you blush. Your rosy cheeks complimented with a sheepish grin. “Clarisse…” You mumbled and put down the book.
“I mean it.” Clarisse stated firmly and sat up on her elbow. Her heart locket fell from her orange Camp t-shirt. It matched yours, except you had a sword charm. Clarisse insisted on giving it to you (after threatening Beckendorf once or twice) for your two month anniversary.
“I know.” You reassured and pecked her lips quickly. Clarisse smiled and dived back in to press her lips into yours
A giggle erupted from you. A rush of dopamine intoxicating your brain. It always felt like the first kiss with her. “I love you, I love you, I love you—” You repeated into her lips.
“I get it, lovergirl.” Clarisse chuckled as she pulled away. Her cheek tinged with pink. “I love you too.”
She continued. “Will you keep reading? You sound so beautiful when you read—”
“Clarisse!” You exclaimed. Your blush even more prominent.
“What? I can’t tell my girlfriend she has a voice from the sirens that could bring the Big Three to tears?”
“Clarisse…”
“Keep reading, lovergirl.”
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“This is safe, right?” Percy asked Grover.
“Yeah! Perfectly safe.” Grover reassured with a smile.
Luke had recruited you to help train Percy (Clarisse just so happened to tag along). There were swords in all of your hands. You were going to fight Clarisse and Luke and Percy doubted you were that good.
It was all to help Percy learn more about fighting with the sword and a great way to show off. The forest clearing gave enough room to really show your talents in combat.
“Don’t go easy on me!” You yelled at Clarisse and Luke on the other side of the clearing. Percy and Grover were sitting on rather large rocks anticipating the battle.
You took a deep breath and your eyes hardened. It was like switched had been flipped within you. You shifted your foot, sliding it in the dirt. The air felt different. Tense, sharp, lung-crushing.
Clarisse and Luke tightened their grip on their swords and gave each other a confirming nod. Percy and Grover watched as the three older half-bloods charged one another.
With precision and quick-wit, you were able to keep Clarisse and Luke on their toes. Luke shifted his weight in his feet before charging you again. You clashed swords. Celestial Bronze against Celestial Bronze.
Your ears perked up on shoes slapping against the dirt. You ducked causing Clarisse to swing at Luke. There was no trace of a your warm sweet smile Percy saw, only your hardened gaze.
It was kind of scary to see Aphrodite’s daughter switch up so fast.
Clarisse cursed under her and swiped her sword as if flicking off imaginary blood. She met your gaze, her heart skipped a beat. She rushed you again and swiped your legs. You jumped back with the grace of a swan, but Clarisse parried her sword immediately after.
You riposted Clarisse when Luke cane out from behind Clarisse to continue an onslaught of attacks. You scoffed quietly, but you could never complain. It was a good workout.
Yet, a particularly heavy swing from you knocked Luke’s sword from out of his hand. His sword flinging at Percy’s head. Percy shouted and ducked.
“Oh my gods!” You exclaimed and slapped your heads over your mouth in surprise.
Clarisse and Luke stopped their attacks and looked back at Percy and Grover. Luke’s celestial bronze sword was sticking out of a tree. Percy centimeters away from the blade.
You apologized for your reckless behavior. Percy was more scared of how fast you switched from your focused nature to a worried attitude.
“It’s okay…” Percy laughed nervously.
“He said he was fine!” Clarisse called out and walked towards you, pressing a small kiss to your cheek.
“Sorry, Percy.” Luke apologized.
“A lover and a fighter. Got it.” Percy noted in his mind as you complained to Clarisse about feeling bad about impaling Percy.
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#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo series#percy series#clarisse la rue#clarisse x reader#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse la rue fluff#clarisse la rue pjo
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hey, me again!
I raise you: hero/villain where one shows up to the battle already injured and the other one is very offended because how dare you fight anyone else you cheater
“You little cheater,” the villain whispered, eyeing the injury with something close to compassion, yet possessiveness. They moved the hero’s jacket to the side and pushed them a little forward, observing their bleeding back. It wasn’t pretty but the villain had seen them in worse conditions. “Got shot by a coward.”
“Maybe I was the coward for running away.” The villain let out a sigh and tilted their head. The hero looked frustrated in a suspicious way. As if they were hiding something.
“We both know there’s nothing further from the truth than that.” They took a step back and looked around the alley. With astounding annoyance, they realised that it was jealousy they were feeling. Jealousy. Overwhelming abundances of jealousy.
It wasn’t the fact that someone had hurt the hero. That wasn’t the goal, that wasn’t what they were chasing after. It was the fact that they had a deep, fleshy relationship that was complicated and something they usually didn’t acknowledge. Neither of them.
And that someone dared to come close to that, someone dared to hurt the hero. Dared to kill them.
Thankfully, the hero didn’t seem too miserable. But that was to be expected, wasn’t it? That was to be expected from someone who had grown up fighting, someone who didn’t seem to know anything beside that. Both were fools when it came to that. Fighting every single day. No breaks. No family.
The villain let their thumb follow the hero’s cheekbone, smearing blood across their face but the hero grabbed their wrist.
“I don’t need your compassion,” they said coldly. They didn’t move the villain’s hand though.
“No,” the villain agreed. “You want it, though.”
The hero scowled and let go of the villain’s wrist. Disapproval went over their face. And they looked frustrated.
Disoriented. They took a few steps back and their breathing got heavier. They put a hand on the wall to stabilise themselves.
“Fucking hell…” they gasped.
“Some medical attention wouldn’t hurt.”
“Smart-ass.” The villain rolled their eyes.
They grabbed the hero’s jacket and helped them out of it. The hero wasn’t protesting but they were cursing quietly every now and then.
“I can’t believe you’re fighting other people.” It was meant to be sarcastic. Because, obviously, the villain wasn’t supposed to care about that.
“I thought we had an open relationship,” the hero answered. The villain couldn’t help but smile. They hadn’t expected the hero to go along with it.
“We don’t. Put your hands on the wall.”
The hero did.
“Oh. Then I’m really sorry, my love.” The villain stopped for a second, their hands floating over the wound. They were supposed to be the angry one. But the hero, they were…melancholic? The villain didn’t know.
Before the villain could lose themselves fully to this thought spiral, they put their fingers around the wound, trying to find any broken bones underneath the many layers of skin.
Unsurprisingly, the hero hissed.
“You should see one of your medics. Being a hero doesn’t mean you can walk around with a bullet in your back all day.”
“Eh, should be fine. I can still walk,” the hero answered. They turned around.
“You being in emotional distress doesn’t help the situation,” the villain noted. God, poor hero.
“Well, I got shot. I guess that caused it.” The villain stared at them, unimpressed by the dishonesty.
The hero had been shot a million times throughout their career. The villain had seen their reactions to it. They were getting used to it.
Which was horrifying in its own way.
“And who pulled the trigger?” The hero looked at the ground. “A friend?”
“…yeah, best friend,” the hero mumbled.
“Do you want me to take care of the wound?”
“Yes, please.”
#some sidekick watching them: 😑 they’re at it again jfc#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request
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Yandere Ex & Reader? Hell yeah.
Tw: Harassment, physical assault (not towards reader), weirdo behavior, Chris is a dickhead, suggestive mentions.
His skin prickled aggressively. Teeth clenched together, grinding against their own enamel.
“Christophe? man? You seein anyone new recently?”
His eyes trailed listlessly to the right of him. Nick wasn’t anything special in his mind. Average teen with slightly above average looks in the eyes of the campus. A constant pain in his as, but- useful. Very useful.
“You know I’m not. And don’t call me Christophe.” His tone did little to hide his irritation, though Nick seemed oblivious to it. Or maybe he just didn’t care.
“Yeah yeah whatever man. Does that mean you’ve gotten over that Ex of yours?”
Christophe’s shoulders tensed violently.
“So they’re on the market then right?”
“Fuck yeah dude!”
Two other members of their group laughed crudely, their names so insignificant that Christophe hadn’t made the effort to remember them. They weren’t useful.
His brows furrowed deeply in agitation, and he was quick to shoot the two teens a burrowing glare. “You shut your fucken mouth.”
Nick laughed awkwardly, patting the fuming blonde on the back. “Now now Chris…they’re just messing with ya…”
One of the other members didn’t seem to agree, his own confrontational personality showing light as he crossed his arms moodily. “I don’t see why your panties are in a twist. Last time I checked you two broke up sophomore year. Don’t you think it’s about time you move on and let the rest of us have a taste?”
The moronic teen made a crude hand gesture towards his friend, who seemed to recognize the tension in the air, and made the wise decision to glance away from the act.
Smart move on his end.
The thud of a body against tile echoed the empty corridor, the perverse male choked and sputtered against the hand that crushed his throat.
“I’d watch my tongue if I were you. With all the shit you spew I’m surprised someone hasn’t cut it out yet and saved the rest of us the headache.”
Blue eyes stared at brown eyes, so dark they looked black, and made quick work to try and wiggle his way out of Christophe’s hold.
“F-fuck Off-!” A fist in his gut made him nearly hurl, his eyes straining and bugging painfully in his sockets from the blood rising to his face. His stomach heaved incessantly, and at this rate he found he might die from asphyxiation on his own bile. Not that he knew what asphyxiation was.
Christophe watched boredly.
“D-dude chill out-“ the other nameless tried to de-escalate the situation, but was quick to stop when he saw the look in Christophes eyes. “J…just say sorry man..” that was directed at the pinned idiot, his smart mouthed friend.
The blue faced male was sane enough to try and spew out an apology, it sounding disgustingly gurgled, though it was the best he could manage while on the verge of passing out. Christophe sneared, dropping the male to the floor.
The blue eyed teen landed to the floor with a heaving thud, his body contracting in its vicious attempts to breath again, his buddy sliding next to him and trying to keep him alive.
“Let’s go.”
Christophe’s indifferent tone was appealing at best, as he made his way down the corridor.Nick was quick to follow.
“You think they’ll snitch?”
A scoff.
“No. He’s stupid. Not suicidal.”
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There you were. Mindlessly reading. Fitting, since you were in a library.
This had become routine for Chris.
He found it in himself to admit he could stare at you for hours. And he had before.
It wasn’t hard too. What drew him to you now was the same thing that drew him to you before.
You were so….you. It was weird in a painfully charming way.
You were such a normal person. You had your own quirks, like everyone did. But you didn’t stand out. You weren’t popular. You weren’t a social outcast either. You were just…kinda there.
It was enthralling at the best of times. Irritating at the worst. Perfect at most.
He could acknowledge that your normalcy was intoxicating. Especially in his day to day life.
Christophe would never acknowledge however, the way he still clung to the sight of you after all these years. That your departure from him had affected him as much as it did. That would be soul crushing. Because it meant you still had power over him, which he very much knew you did. But he’d never admit it. Even to himself. He’d die parading it as some morbid interest in your breaking point. In his desire to study you like a lab rat. Someone he’d poke at until he got the reaction he wanted.
And he always got what he wanted.
But even then. Even if he claimed that, his interest in you was not romantic. Was not what it once was years ago.
Your skin looked so empty now, and he physically ached with the desire to leave marks on it like he once did.
He knew deep down he was lying.
The staring quickly became unsatisfactory, and with little hesitation he made his way over to your table, his hand slamming beside yours as he hovered over you, a cruel grin stretched on his lips.
“Looks like the nerd decide to hang out in its natural habitat today.”
“…..”
He fucken hated when you ignored him.
“Your friends finally ditch you Y/n? Surprised it took this long.” He didn’t mean that. If your friends had any sense they’d never leave you alone.
“Go away Christophe.”
Fuck.
He loved it when you said his name. Something primal always sprang forward, and you were none the wiser to being the only one who could call him that without getting a broken nose.
“Why? I just wanna hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world~” his expression was pulled into a pitiful frown, though he knew you could see through his bullshit. You always could.
“……”
He growled deep within his throat, hand darting forward and snatching the book from your own
The sudden grin on his collar didn’t register until it was choking him, and his eyes were met with the sight of your scalding glare. Your noses bumped together, and it took everything in Christophe to not look at your lips, otherwise he knew he’d try to kiss them. He had very little self control in moments like these.
“Fuck off Chris. Give me back my book.”
Fuck he wanted to listen to you so bad, his thighs were quick to clench together in anticipation, licking his suddenly chapped lips as he trembled in your hold. Though not from fear like you probably suspected. If you were even paying attention to details like that, which- god he prayed you were.
“Careful-! Wouldn’t want the faculty seeing you manhandle their favorite student” He tossed the book to you, and once you caught it you dropped him to the ground.
His eyes darted upwards, the visual of you above him, staring at him like the filth on your boot was burned into his retinas.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“You’re pathetic Christophe. When are you gonna get over me.”
Never. Never, he would stay hooked on you for the rest of his life and he’d known that even before you both broke up
He’s craved you for years. Ages. You’d never know the true extent of how pathetic he was.
“Like I’d still be interested in someone like you Y/n. The end of our relationship was like a blessing. I’d never felt so alive.” Liar. Liar liar liar. It was painful saying these things. Even if your expression was exciting, the way he got to see it almost wasn’t worth it. They burned his tongue.
Being away from you was like being wrapped in heavy cuffs and weights. He felt more suffocated then ever. He needed you.
“Whatever. Just leave me alone this week. I have enough bullshit to deal with right now.”
He had so many questions. He wanted to ask what was wrong. To hold you and tell you that you could talk to him. That whatever, or whoever was bothering you, he’d beat the shit out of them if you asked. He’d do it even if you didn’t too.
But he stayed quiet. And he watched as you left him their on the floor. You cared so little for him.
He savored the backwards glance you threw his way.
Fuck.
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So the new chapter is out and GOOD GOD do I have some thoughts and a lot of them don’t make a whole lot of sense but I can’t not talk about this chapter
Firstly, Kaiser looks adorable (never thought I’d say that about him outside of my head but here I am)
Secondly, holy hell my heart hurts
He didn’t deserve this, no child deserves this
The fact that he had to “go to work” and just steal
HE HAS NO SHOES his little feet have got to hurt, or they’ve completely calloused up from not wearing shoes, but even then (speaking from experience) it still hurts to walk on hot ground and rocks and other stuff on the street
Yknow, I understood him hating milk before (because milk is disgusting) but now I get it even more
What a stupid reason to get upset, imma kick this waste of space excuse for a father in the fucking face AND balls because ITS FUCKING MILK
Eat some damn fiber or somethin if you got constipation issues
Who let this absolute scum of the earth reproduce???
HES LITERALTL TWELVE YEARS OLD
All the other shit went down before he was even double digits
But dangerous situations create smart kids, and Kaiser was very smart to start saving his own money
I used to have my own stash in case I ever had to run away (long story, we’re not getting into my family issues in this post, but yeah)
At least he has shoes now, protect those feet plz, they’re what keep you upright and moving
Soooooooo are we gonna acknowledge that he treats the soccer ball the same way he’s currently treating Ness orrrrrrrr
But like, it’s nice that he has an outlet to channel his anger into that isn’t a person (at least for now smh)
It’s really interesting seeing how each of the characters came to play soccer
(Side note: but he throws the ball at a picture of a woman, could he maybe be imagining this woman as his mother?)
His mother also deserves a kick to the face if I have anything to say bout it
I have no words for this
Just, can I steal him? Please? I’ll give him a good life
Fuck the snitches, how dare they
Also, you can clearly see his ribs defined, and that hurts me
I love that he was willing to let go of everything
He was ready to start fresh with getting money, was cooperating with the police, until the soccer ball was threatened
Because that is his most valuable possession
The money doesn’t matter, but the ball is a symbol to him of something that won’t leave him or hurt him
It’s a very small sense of independence and stability in this very unstable and controlling environment
The ball is heavily implied to be the first thing he ever bought for himself, it’s what defined a key part in his life
Taking that away is like taking away his soul, his outlet, and comfort, and Kaiser just couldn’t stand for it
There’s so many more things I’m thinkin and I have way too many incoherent thoughts for tumblr, but these are the ones I was able to clear up and make sense of
This chapter hit very deep and while my past doesn’t involve much physical abuse and struggles to this level, it was hard not to empathize and relate my own experiences with abuse with the ones in this chapter
I don’t wanna get into shit, it’s not somethin I exactly wanna put out in the public, but there’s so much here that I could understand and relate to and it just made everything so much more difficult to read (in a good way I guess)
Just, GOD, why did I have to become a fan before this chapter came out???
Okay, that’s my ramble for this, bye before I start going on even more tangents
#bllk#blue lock#bllk manga spoilers#michael kaiser#bllk manga#emmie rambles#holy hell this was intense#I read this before work and had to be thinkin about it my whole shift#good god#the beef with Kaiser is gone#I’ve experienced character growth
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sound of my heart II
second part! read first part here
may or may not be dragging this but…i’d probably write one more part after this and it’ll be it so, enjoy!
all of you are beautiful, kind, smart, and more than capable. love you guys!
the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?
“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice
ony had eventually read the message and responded saying that he was on the way. although jadeja and taylor wanted to stick around to see how you’d really handle the situation, they ended up leaving the two of you alone.
“you said you wanted to talk to me about something? make it quick, i got practice in an hour.” now that you were on a time limit, you were pushed farther away from what you knew you were supposed to do.
“did you…change your cologne recently?” ony tilted his head in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows at you.
“nah, why?”
“you didn’t smell how you normally smell so i just thought you were trying something different.”
“how do i smell?” like someone else.
“just different.” ony nodded, looking into a blank space on the walls of your room.
“cool, is that all?” of course you wanted to say more but because you prioritized your boyfriend’s time over your own right now, you opted to let it go and hoped to forget about it over time. so you shook your head and watched him get up and head towards the door. “hug?” you gave in and hugged him for another time that day, realizing that he had a completely different outfit on fitting for the practice he’d have in less than an hour. but the smell still lingered and the words itching to escape your throat couldn’t be withheld any longer.
“who…is she?” you whispered against his collarbone as you slowly pulled away from him.
“what?”
“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” it was as if your soul left your body. you hadn’t acknowledged how shaky your voice had become.
“what the fuck are you talking about?”
“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” you repeated but with more confidence in your voice. “just answer me, ony.”
“there is no ‘she’, y/n. i don’t know what the hell you’re going on about but i gotta go.” before you could say anything else, ony had left as quickly as he came. like you thought, trying to step out of your comfort zone to confront a man who had a hard time listening to you in the first place was a complete waste of your time.
weeks had gone by and you didn’t have the energy to do much of anything but go to class, get food, and come back to your room. of course you’d hang out with jadeja and taylor occasionally, but you couldn’t shake the fact that you hadn’t talked to your boyfriend in weeks even after he left for another one of his away games. you weren’t even sure if he was your boyfriend anymore. the last conversation you had with him was the first time you ever thought to speak up to what you had an issue with and you never thought that would be the one time it crashes everything.
“it’s the fact he hasn’t called or texted you either. definitely has another bitch.”
“deja.” taylor side-eyed at jadeja’s comment.
“i’m being honest. i wanna beat the nigga ass for you but i’m more proud of you for doing what you needed to do. how he reacted says everything.” mentally, you weren’t there.
“i wanna go to chipotle.” jadeja and taylor looked up at you. “yall coming?”
“shit…don’t have to tell me twice. c’mon deja!” taylor slid on her ugg slides and threw on her coat as she waited with you at the door for jadeja to get her shoes on.
the three of you got to chipotle and you were the first to order so you just sat and waited for deja and taylor to be done. you scrolled on your phone a bit before getting bored and putting it down to listen and watch the people around you subtly. but you knew you were listening too hard when you thought you heard ony’s name. you heard his name but you looked around and he wasn’t there so you just thought you were tripping.
“i don’t know if it’s me being nosy but i think that’s the new bitch that’s got ony’s attention.” deja walked over with taylor and you saw that she was dying to tell you that. you and taylor subtly looked up to see a pretty girl giggling and laughing while looking to be she was on facetime with someone.
“that could be anybody, deja. yall ready?”
“let’s go this way…” deja led the way towards the other door in the store that would put the three of you in the background of the girl’s phone. luckily she wasn’t budged by it. but unfortunately for you, the person the girl was on facetime with had his face completely in the camera and you hated yourself for even taking a glance over.
all of you got back in the car and discussed what happened.
“y/n please tell me you saw that.” deja turned to you and you looked straight ahead, trying not to cry.
“you okay?” taylor reached over from the back seat and rubbed your back. but you didn’t know why but that set you off and you just began crying. crying until you couldn’t stop. you hadn’t cried about it since it happened but the thing was that you weren’t even really sure what happened. you just knew that whatever it was, it was over and you couldn’t take it. you loved ony and the fact that it was more than possible that you lost him without even a blink of your eye without any explanation was hurting you everywhere at once.
“it’s not your fault, girlie…” taylor and deja consoled you.
“right, he a bitch forreal. you’re beautiful, smart, good head on your shoulders, everything.”
“he lost a great thing. it’s his loss and he’ll regret it.” you couldn’t help but smile through your swollen eyes and that’s all your friends wanted right then. but all the crying made you hungry.
“awww pretty,” taylor wiped the tears from your face. “ready to eat now? shit’s getting cold.” you laughed and deja agreed with her.
you had just initially planned to go to chipotle but deja and taylor decided to make a “quick trip” to the mall that lasted a few hours. all the time you spent away from your phone and in your room helped you cope somewhat with how you were feeling. you wished the day could last forever. but nothing lasts forever.
[ ony!❤️ ] : hey
#aot#aot x reader#black reader#aot x black reader#onyankopon x black y/n#ony x black reader#aot onyankopon#college au
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Rise of the Usurper (Doflamingo x gn!pigeon!reader)
A/N This is Doflamingo’s version of the messenger pigeon!reader that I wrote for Crocodile, I think crocodile’s makes me more fuzzy inside,maybe cause Doflamingo has 0 redemption and is a complete utter ass, but idk what do y’all think? We likey? We getting the fuzzy feels?
Dividers by @/saradika
” Fufufu~ Just the person I was waiting for,” Doflamingo cackles in his usual lax pose, leaning back on the throne, legs crossed and head leaning on his hand.
His smile widens as they struggle against his subordinates as he gestures them to leave the Reader and him alone
“What the hell do you want” They growl rubbing their arms as his crew-mates finally release them
“Oh the little birdy has claws~” He tilts his head.
“All I want to know is, Where were you going, fufu? I send you to do some deliveries, and next, I know you’re trying to leave Dressrosa?”
“I don’t work for you; I work for the King of Dressrosa, and that definitely is not you.”
“Oh, is that right? And where is this king now?”
“I don’t know what you did to him, but I know you were behind it; there is no way the king would do those things. He loves this kingdom and its people, and there is no way someone like you would just ‘pass by’ and happen to save the day.”
The smile on Doflamingo’s face starts to turn a little twisted
“So, the pigeon has some brains to back them up. Too bad; you’re in my land now, my territory now. You should watch that little tongue. I won’t have it insulting me like that”.
“I’ll admit you’re an interesting little creature. But you should be careful, little pigeon. What you are saying about me is a real offense. I’ve killed for much less.”
“Like you killed King Riku?”
“Fuffuffuffu”
In the blink of an eye, they are quickly enveloped by Doflamingo’s strings, their struggles against them seemingly futile.
“Fuffuffuffu ~ You’re quite the little pest; I knew I liked you. But What you know could damage the image I’m projecting. Why don’t you be a nice bird and just do as you’re told, deliver what I tell you, and keep your mouth shut?”
“Like hell, I will!”
Doflamingo lets out a dry laugh
“Ah~ You are a feisty little one, aren’t you, Fufufu~”
The strings are slowly tightening up around them. Doflamingo smiles once more.
“If you’re the smart little birdy you’ve been trying to present yourself as you’ll see the merit in my suggestion.”
“I work for the Riku family. Not you.”
“The Riku family is nothing more than dirt on my shoe right now. Their King is dethroned and gone by my hand.”
“So, as I said, you can either keep your mouth shut and deliver what I want you to or…you wouldn’t want to become a flightless bird, would you? Fufufufufu~…” He laughs
Their eyes widen as they feel the unmistakable feeling of something wrapping around the base of their wings, and immediately move to shake it off
“Fufufufu…What do you choose? Keep your mouth shut and continue your service to me, the King, or lose them?“ he says as the strings slowly tighten
“Better decide quick; my strings are more than capable of slicing through those wings of yours.”
“Stop!”
Doflamingo raises a brow as the strings retract.
“Hm? You decided to shut up and listen to your king?”He giggles mockingly
They glare at him
“You are not a kind, much less my king,” they growl
His smirk just grows at the comment as he motions the strings to return and slowly, once more, coil around the base of their wings
“I am a king because I took it by force; I am kind to those who swear their allegiance to me. So, one more time. Will you listen to your king and stop talking back?”
“I’ll continue working as the Royal Mail, but you can go to hell if you think I'll acknowledge you as a king; you are simply a usurper.”
There is a beat of silence before Doflamingo laughs
“Oh, you really are something,” he says.
“You think I care about your little petty words? I rule this country; people here acknowledge me as king, and I am the rightful ruler; you can tell yourself whatever lies you want in your little bird head of yours, but at the end of the day, you’re just going to be a mail pigeon, and I’m the one sitting on the throne. Fufufufu,” he laughs, releasing the strings enveloping all around their body
“Now come here,” he said, calling them closer to the throne
They stand their ground, glaring at the man sitting on the throne
He raises a brow, and his smirk returns.
“You know how this will end; how about you save yourself the trouble and come up
here”
They grit their teeth, knowing that if they continue to stand their ground, he would
Simply puppeteer them towards him, so they decided to at the least make their advance with them controlling their own limbs, climbing up the stairs, and standing in front of him
He smiles.
“Ah~ There you go, fufu. I knew my birdy had some brains. Now kneel down.”
“Like hell, I will.”
“I’ll ask one more time nicely; if you don’t, then I’ll force you.”
“Do it then.”
His smile widens once more as he raises a hand, summoning his strings again. The strings once more wrap around their body.
“Kneel….”
They grunt as the strings pull them down, effectively putting them into a kneeling position in front of the man, a whine escaping them as they feel him clasp something at the base of both wings, furiously beating their wings to try to get rid of the intrusive pain
“ What are you doing?!”
Doflamingo laughs at the pain he is inflicting on Reader as they desperately try to break free
“I’m taking some precautions. You are a key factor for helping me take this country to supremacy, But that doesn’t mean you get to try and run away.”
“What did you do?”
“I put bomb collars at the base of your wings; this way, you’ll stay nice and obedient for me; keep that mouth shut about what you know, or lose the wings you so treasure,” he said, releasing the strings and allowing them to get up
“You miserable piec-
His smirk widens as he places his hand on their mouth
“Hm? Fufu…you’re getting noisy again,” he laughed.
“I hate to say it, but it looks like your life as you knew it is over; now you’ll work for me. For the rest of your time, you are my little delivery bird, both personal and royal.”
“You won’t get away with this.”
Doflamingo laughs
“It looks like I already did. You’re nothing more than a little messenger, a servant for me now.” he laughs
“A servant who knows too much and will keep their mouth. But don’t worry, little bird, your life isn’t over. I still have a lot of use for you. You’re pretty popular with the people, and I have a little plan that will put you in the limelight even more. So let’s see, I have some mail that I want to be delivered; why don’t you do that first, my servant.”
“Yes, they know me, so they will believe me when I tell them what you did,” they say, slapping away his hand.
“You underestimate the hold I have on my subjects; they just saw me save them from a tyrannical and raging king. You’ll be known as a messenger who is loyal to the crown, and in due time, they will love you for just that. Your words are as meaningless as a bird chirp. You’re a smart little birdy, but you forgot one crucial thing: I’m the king, and I run this country. No one will believe you.” He taunts them
“And after they ignore your pleas as you try to tell them what you saw, I'll just drag you back, and I'll blow those little wings off you, and you'll find out how kind I truly am being right now, so be smart and keep your mouth shut.”
They grit their teeth, knowing that as much as they hated him, as big as an usurper as he was, he wasn’t wrong; the citizens all believed him to be a hero, a bystander who had saved them for no reason other than to help the people.
He smiled; the pigeon was finally getting the picture that they had no chance; they were no match for the new king of Dressrosa.
“Good little birdy, now get out my sight; you have some mail to deliver.”
“You will one day regret this; pay for this; I will make sure of it.” They said, spreading their wings and turning around
Doflamingo bursts out laughing.
“I’m sure you will, little birdy, I’m sure you will. But for now, your role is to do what I say and nothing more, and like I said, I have lots of plans for you.”
So? Thoughts? Opinions? How did out resident asshole made you feel? Should I make a part two for this one as well? Should I do this series with someone else too? Im also working or part three for Crocodile’s right now, right after I finish and post a wholesome piece I will get to editing that one 👀, gotta level the feels.
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@imaginarydreams
@amethystviolin
#one piece x reader#one piece#one piece imagine#donquixote doflamingo#op doflamingo#doflamingo one piece#doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x you#doflamingo x y/n#one piece doflamingo#one piece donquixote doflamingo
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Love Ridden
My theory on how Taissa and Van’s relationship came to be pre-crash!
- Their relationship was slow burn. Taissa is so strong willed and determined; she knows exactly what she wants. When it comes to love though, she isn’t the smoothest.
- Where Van has a dorky confidence, she also has zero game. She is so stubborn about her crush on Tai. The whole team anticipates the digs and constant quips from her but once Tai and Van’s tension begins, Van’s charm fades out.
- I can see Van getting frustrated with Tai. After all, when we get introduced to the Yellowjackets (actually playing soccer) it’s obvious that Tai is a very skilled player.
- The poking she does after saving Jackie’s penalty kicks and the short quips after Shauna’s corners fail to crash, they all stop once Tai is face to face with her. The feeling of a rising flutter in her stomach, whether it be bile or butterflies, does not allow Van to keep her focus.
- As Tai’s shot sails into the net Van can feel a sort of disappointment in her own abilities. After all this is everything that she has. In my mind Van is relying on soccer for a scholarship since she doesn’t have much support at home.
- Taissa is more than pleased by her performance. She can be quite cocky when it comes to just about anything but normally Van is there to drag her back down to Earth. A simple, “You’ll get it next time!” or a, “So close but so far…” is more than enough to keep her grounded.
- Tai notices when it gets easier for her to make a shot. But when Van avoids her gaze all together or misses her in the group hug after a win, Tai is rather blind.
-Taissa Turner has always been known for her smarts and critical thinking skills, but good grief does she have no idea how to deal with her feelings.
- When Taissa felt it for the first time it was quick. A sort of hot flash that fell over her after a practice. Her and Lottie had finished a conversation about who knows what, which ended as Lottie made her way out of the locker room saying a general goodbye.
- Van let out a curse as she wrapped her wrist. The ‘Ace’ bandage fighting back. (it was winning although she’d never admit it.) Tai could hear her struggles from the opposite locker hall and walked over to check on her.
“You need a hand?”
Van was sitting on a wooden bench facing her open locker. She was still in her mucked up t-shirt from earlier and looked over to meet Taissa’s expectant gaze.
“I’d say i’ve done a pretty good job myself,” Van gives her a show of her work. The velcro had fallen and had begun to unwrap itself when she moved it.
Tai gave her a lopsided smile and as Van awkwardly held out her wrist to her there was no acknowledgement given to the sudden thought that plagued both Van and Taissa’s mind.
‘i’m holding her hand.’
“I don’t understand how you can just throw yourself into the ground like that,” Taissa speaks first unwrapping the bandage. The save that Van had made was stupid. No one should’ve caught that. Granted it did cause a wipeout into the mud of a recently rained on field, but nothing stops a goalie like Van Palmer. Obviously it had also required her to land on her wrist..
“I’m sure I looked graceful,” Van smiles softly and brings her opposite hand to take out the hair tie at the end of her braid.
- It wasn’t just the conversation. Taissa and Van talk a lot actually. They had shared classes and similar schedules. It had hit Taissa as she was holding Van’s wrist.
- The feeling of Van’s warmth through the very tips of Taissa’s fingers. She was careful as she wound the cotton ribbon, slowly tilting Van’s hand as she worked. The silence was comfortable.
Too comfortable for Tai.
“You look like hell.” Tai said.
- She wasn’t even quite sure where it came from, but she wasn’t lying. The mud had scraped up Vans side with angry red lines. A scratch ran across her temple.
Van let out a scoff and looked up grinning. Taissa had come to the end of the wrap, sticking down the velcro tab and patting Van’s knuckles lightly.
“Well someone’s got to carry the weight of being the best goalie in New Jersey, and would you look at that…” Van turns her head to look around in faux curiosity. She points to herself smiling wide.
“I’d agree but, not to brag or anything, you’ve yet to block any of my shots Palmer.” Tai smiles devilishly and leans on the locker next to Vans as she watches them place their things inside.
- They talked for a while in that locker room. Taissa had long forgotten the car waiting in the parking lot. Her mother expectant of a reason for why she was left to wait for twenty minute. Taissa was muttering something along the lines of an injured friend and also let it slip that Van was the one she was talking to. Tai wasn’t even totally certain about what she had said but Van was now brought up when the Turners asked their daughter about school, or soccer, or anything really.
- From then on their back and forth made its way into practices. Instead of avoiding her, Van had found any reason she could to be near her. They dug at each other regularly and Van’s quips came back.
But with the words came the feelings too.
- A big game had come around and although Taissa would never admit it, the teasing was building up. Tai had begun to fail her shots on net as well. No longer was it just Van falling behind, but now Tai was distracted too.
Coach was ragging on them about the future of the team, and it cut deep for both of them to know that they were the ones who had to focus up for once.
- Taissa knew she liked girls, it wasn’t a new concept, but it was new to look at a friend and see so much more.
- Taissa saw Van’s expressions and mannerisms as more cute than quirky and felt compelled to hear every detail about Van’s new favorite films or plot twists wrote angrily about in some cinephiles recent digest that she had seen in a magazine.
- After a particularly rough game Taissa was fuming. There was nothing that could pull her out of this state and the team knew better than to try.
- A certain red head stayed behind after the others had finished changing and showering and shit talking. Once a thick quiet had settled over the room the only two left were Van and Tai. She heard a shuffle and a curse and then what sounded like a cleat being thrown to the ground. Van walked around the isle of lockers and tapped her knuckles lightly on the one closest.
“What do you want Van.”
It was a frustrated groan directed towards the tile. Taissa was beyond anger, she was disappointed in herself. When Taissa failed at something she tore herself apart from the inside.
“There was nothing you could’ve done Tai,” Van said softly moving to push off of the lockers and sit beside her. She too looked at the grout that lined the burnt orange tiles.
“They were down by three at half, how the fuck did this happen!” Taissa tangles her fingers in her own hair.
“Hey,” Van’s hand was warm as it pressed on Tai’s back. She was tracing a gentle infinity on her shoulder blades. “I should’ve made that goal- and my footwork was shit and now i’ll never-“
“Taissa Turner,” Van spoke sternly. “You are one of the most determined people I have ever met, and i know that you’re upset but for the sake of playoffs…you have to let this go.” Van’s hand stills as Taissa meets her eyes.
“Plus, you weren’t the one who let in six goals in the span of one half.” Van smiles softly and Taissa cracks the smallest of grins.
“I should’ve played harder, if i had just focused i could’ve-“
“It is not your fault Taissa.” She shook her head and Tai dropped her gaze again.
“I know you,” Van grabs Taissa’s hand in her own. “-and I know that you don’t believe me but man, you kicked their asses all of the first half.”
Tai laughs a little at her comment but her mind trails back to Van’s statement.
“I know you.”
‘I know you.”
- There’s a beat before either of them utter another word. Just absorbing one another in that moment. Taissa nods a little and drags a hand over her face. Wiping off the tears and the sweat.
- A gentle silence was left in the locker room. Their combined breathing and the thumb tracing patterns on the back of Taissa’s hand confined them to their little bubble of safety.
“Thank you, Van.” Taissa mumbled looking over at Van who locked onto her gaze immediately. There was more there after the gratitude, something in Van’s eyes told Taissa that there was a lot left unsaid.
“What?” Tai laughed a little, bumping her shoulder into Van.
“You’re just, i don’t know-“ Van pulls her hand back and looks at the lockers in-front of her.
This pining had gone on longer than Van could even remember. Taissa Turner was a hard person to crack but every glimpse she had gotten past her hard exterior was another step towards falling from the highest cliff of safety.
“Oh…you did great too-“ Taissa wasn’t lying but frustration built in Van’s chest regardless.
“It’s not that,” Van sighed and now it was her turn to run her hand over her face.
‘just say it you wimp’
“You’re so smart Tai and still you’re looking at me like i’m a fucking alien in the Faculty or some shit,” Taissa cocked her head questioningly, so confused and lost on what Van was saying.
“- you still can’t see me.” There was a breath that left Van at the admission. It was a weighted sentence. There was so much lingering underneath the surface and it took only their gaze locking for Tai to know.
“I only see you.” Vans words echo in Tai’s head. This wasn’t happening -and Van wasn’t here- and she had to be losing it!
- Taissa looked at Van’s face unwavering. Swiftly she placed both hands on Van’s jaw and pressed their lips together. It wasn’t fast but it wasn’t careful either. They were so young. Just two juniors finding safety in one another’s warmth.
-As Taissa pulled back, the corner of Van’s mouth lifted just a little. And she laughed. They both laughed at the sheer incompetence they both had. The pining was there from both sides and Taissa had been so blind to the idea of actually doing something about it.
“I’d have to be more than blind to not be able to see how red your face is right now.” Taissa whispered with a sly smile creeping into her face.
“Oh, shut up.” Vans face was truly glowing in the light of the locker room. Her quips and jokes were long left behind.
- They kissed again but it was more fluid this time. Learning one another and enjoying the process.
- They stayed like that for a long time. Tracing the corners of one another and sketching themselves onto each other’s skin. They were definitely doing this again.
I have been on a huge writing kick recently, my asks are open!
#taivan#van palmer#yellowjackets#tai turner#taissa yellowjackets#van x taissa#taissa turner#vanessa palmer
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MY THOUGHTS on Episode Three
Ooooh Victorian era Lokius?
OB MY BABY
B15 MY WIFE
CASEY SWEETHEART
…I really have to pee, but I can’t pause this
Fuck it I’m going to pee
Oooh old timey marvel theme
I really want those Loki trading cards I saw at Target today…
RAVONNA MY BELOVED
I hate her but I love her
MINUTES?!
what is Miss Minutes up to?
Minutes is kinda funny
Timely was a… candlemaker?
OUROBOROS WROTE THAT GUIDEBOOK
why the ominous music? Mid season interesting stuff?
OB!!!
Baby it’s alright you’re doing great you’re so smart I’m so proud of you
I’m so happy that he’s important
Haha memories
Horsey!
Wait
Loki and a horse
Oh no
OMG THEYRE SO CUTE TOGETHER IN THEIR VICTORIAN GETUP
Mobius is so excited about the World’s Fair it’s adorable
Why is the ghost clock haunting the midway what the hell is happening
I would’ve been happier if Loki had enjoyed the Cracker Jack
AWWW HE NOTICED THE POPCORN ON MOBIUS’S CHIN THATS SO CUTE
Uh oh Norse stuff
HA HE AINT EVEN UP THERE
HES SO CUTE WITH HIS BOYFRIEND
Loki do you miss your family
Is it just me or did Ravonna look that lady up and down
You just wanna drink with Loki, Mobius.
Loki looks so anxious
HE GRABBED HIM IM DEAD
is that the loom?
Why is Timely so awkward
Loki looks so scared…
Uh oh
Does this mean that Ouroboros created the loom and Timely stole it?
Timely is so much like me tbh
He’s neurodivergent I can tell
Oh god he’s actually awesome
I wanna put him in my pocket
LOKIUS TOUCHES
why did they touch Ravonna
This is a scam
He’s got a stutter… that’s lovely :)
He’s gonna bolt with the money isn’t he
You don’t wanna do that big man
Uh oh he just poofed him away
This is awkward
Oh he’s chasing him
I’m actually rooting for timely ngl
Why does this feel like an old silent film…
You can call people on the tempads?!
WHY IS SYLVIE HERE
SYLVIE STOP IT
I WOULD ROOT FOR YOU SYLVIE BUT
yeah Loki tell her
Is Ravonna a Lokius hater?
SYLVIE DONT
yeah listen to Loki
But Renslayer didn’t work with the TVA there
Sylvie you poor thing
This is going nowhere just throw someone off the Ferris wheel
Oh this feels like the first finale
OH GOD MINUTES
yeah Syl
A TANDEM BIKE THIS IS AMAZING
is it weird that I kinda ship Renslayer and Timely?
Smooch you idiots!
MINUTES IS KINDA CUTE
VICTOR IS A CUTIE
WE MUST PROTECT HIM AT ALL TIMES
is Miss minutes jealous?
THE WIZARD GENTLEMAN
HIS BUTLER-
that’s not-
I wanna keep Victor in my pocket
KACHOW
LOKI IS NOT SOMEONE YOU WANNA FUCK WITH
*saxaphone music*
HES ACKNOWLEDGING OUROBOROS! IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW
PAPER FLOWER PAPER FLOWER PAPER FLOWER
MARRY THIS MAN
this makes very little sense but I’m ok with it.
WHO DROPPED HER?!
MINUTES?!?!?!
MISS MINUTES YOU BITCH
I don’t like this version of miss minutes
Miss minutes sounds weird right now. I don’t like the look of it. The sound of it.
That tone of voice
OH GOD THIS IS BAD AGAIN
Does Miss Minutes think she’s HWR’s lover?
WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE
I DONT LIKE THIS AT ALL
WHAT IS HAPPENING IM CONFUSED
WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL
KEVIN YOU HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR
Ravonna please she was being manipulative
MOMMY- SORRY
Von?!
Mobius sweetie
WHAT DID HE DO?!
Loki is about to lose his shit on Ravonna for being mean to his boyfriend
SYLVIE MY BABYGIRL
WAIT DONT DO IT BABYGIRL
Loki don’t you dare be in love
Sylvie stab me instead
Sylvie listen to Victor please
Victor babyboy
Sylvie stop it
OH THAT LOOK OF HURT ON HER FACE
YES BABYGIRL
IF THEY MAKE MOBIUS IN LOVE WITH RAVONNA I SWEAR TO GOD
oh two hot women battling it out in going to
OH GOD THE-
OH JESUS SYLVIE STOP BEING HOT
OH GOD
MINUTES STOP IT
MINUTES NO
WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL WAS THAT?!
#loki season 2#loki#loki series#lokius#loki laufeyson#mobius#marvel#mobius m mobius#loki odinson#loki x mobius
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Sorry if this is weird but I FEEL THE NEED TO SAY TY because atm I can’t make any fun or interesting posts, and I’ve been meaning to say this sense like the first day I joined the Henry Cultists sooo
CW; a super sappy maybe cringe? Post
Joining the Henry Creel side of the ST fandom has genuinely been such a delightful experience, from the very start I’ve felt so welcomed, everyone has been kind and helpful and i don’t think I’ve felt this welcomed in a fandom sense- ever.
I wanna preface this by saying that I overthink things, it’s something I’m working on but it’s also something that’s just there and acknowledging it is part of the journey, ANYWAYS main point is I overthink a lot, every interaction, everything I do I put fifty million thoughts more into it then I need to
I say stupid things a lot of the time, I feel like things I say get misconstrued or misunderstood more often then not, I rewrite posts I make at least 5 times and then say it’s my first time writing it out cus I was in a rush so “I’m sorry if things don’t make sense”. I avoid being made fun of like the plague, I’m so entirely terrified of people misinterpreting what I say or do
I struggle to articulate my thoughts, like, really struggle, it’s insanely difficult for me, hell I’ve been thinking about what I would say in this post and am still not really sure what I’m saying. I don’t know why, I know I’m neurodivergent but- it feels hard and overwhelming to merely exist in fandom space a lot of the time, like everyone else is existing in a plain that’s untouchable
But the people in this fandom have made it so that I genuinely don’t feel scared to ask questions, from the very beginning they’ve told me I can and have made me feel welcomed- I know it probably feels like the bare minimum, but as someone who struggles it means a lot, the simplicity of existing within this space is a breath of fresh air, I, for once, don’t feel the need to overthink everything I do or say
I know this probably doesn’t make sense, and it’s like- really stupid now that I’m actually typing it out but I feel the need to just say thank you
Because I genuinely am thankful, it’s been so easy
The ST fandom has always been somewhat of a safe space for me, but this specific side is so nice?? And smart, and simple
I just appreciate it
#stranger things#henry creel#henward#edward creel#HELP IS THIS CRINGEY#IM SO CRINGE FUCKSJDH#might just remake this post and send it to people as asks idk#but like so genuinely#you Henry creel cultists are great#literally such a good fandom experience#10/10
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as someone wit cancer (posting this anonymously because some ppl on the internet hear this and go fucking crazy) I’ve always found John Constantine is actually a really interesting rep In theory. I do think Delano like most things fumbles the bag when it comes to that topic but… it’s Delano what do you expect. I really like timelines where John gets treatment before it’s terminal (though usually that very idea seems out of character) or something it’s such a comfort hc.
sorry for rambling. I was wondering how YOU interpreted johns cancer storylines as the John Constantine guy.
hey, you’re safe here, do what’s best for you! and I wish you the best. and never apologize for rambling! i love rambling. please keep rambling.
i’ll put this under a read more because i realized how long this is, but i hope it helps answer your question!
but as the john constantine girlie, it’s always been such an incredibly interesting plotline to me. he does take drastic measures to cure himself in the main vertigo timeline, and his interactions with other cancer patients and then realizing that this thing is terminal… it was intriguing. because it’s john. how he handles things is so much different than how others will. you’re never going to get the logical answer- “maybe he’ll get treatment.” “maybe he’ll go find healing magics that could help him.” “maybe he’ll go spend more time with his loved ones.” this is how most people would think to act. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have cancer, but if it were me, i feel like i’d be angry to be living on a timer, so i’d probably check a few things off my bucket list out of spite. not john constantine, though. instead he threatens a war in hell over his soul so everyone has to cure him.
john smokes cigarettes. we all know this to be a fact. however, he ends up getting terminal lung cancer as a result. it shows a very possible risk that most people aren’t willing to acknowledge until it’s too late.
i haven’t spoken to my mother in forever because our relationship was never good ( can’t you see why i like john constantine now? ), but in a way, it reminded me of her. she was a heavy smoker, and i, as a child who sometimes went over to her house begrudgingly, would be caught up in second hand smoke. as a result, these sorts of things were big worries of mine, and yet every time i told her she can’t do things like smoke inside the house and such, she’d just do it anyway. which put everyone at risk.
while, of course, cancer isn’t always caused by smoking, it can be, and she never took it seriously, not even when she was coughing badly and it was clearly dangerous for her health anyway. I don’t think she ever will.
within john’s character, though, we know he clearly didn’t care much. of course, he didn’t want to die because he knew he was going straight to hell at the time. so he concocted his little plan and ended up curing himself of cancer and not dying as a result… and then continuing with the bad habit. he’s a comic book character, so i guess it’s different, but i think it kind of sent the wrong message.
after a tale of john being distressed about having cancer and having to say goodbye to the people he cared about, or john meeting others who had cancer and being affected by the loss of someone who had died as a result of it, i think some expected him to put down the cigarettes. but alas, john has never been the kind of person to make good decisions.
so when i see him doing the smart thing in some storylines or aus that people write and so forth, i’m always stunned. like good on him, of course, handling his shit before it gets worse, but john has always liked to be a pain in the ass and wait until the worst possible moment. like the exact day he’s supposed to die for example. though i do enjoy these more, because it sends the right message…. john isn’t the kind of character you look to to give you the right message in most aspects. his political beliefs are good, but everything else is a dumpster fire.
but in my opinion, john constantine is a character- one of a rare few- who has cancer. there’s a described time of his struggles with it, some depression from it, the loss of someone he’d met who had it, and that was a journey. but then, in true john constantine fashion, the cornered rat idea he has, he cures himself of it- or, well, more forces some other beings to cure him of it, but hey.
that’s all i got, but feel free to explain further on anything you want to!
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Mutual pining-
College AU w/ Knives
Featuring Meryl! <3
“And- and he’s so pretty too! And he’s so smart and-“ you speak in a hushed whisper, talking with Meryl while Vash ran to give Wolfwood his textbook he forgot for class.
Meryl gives you a look, “He’s really stuck up, you know. Doesn’t he hang out with.. Legato?” She continues filing her nails, listening to you amidst her focus. “Have you told Vash yet?”
“He’ll try to set us up, I know he will..” you groaned.
“I mean, he’ll know what Knives likes. I say you go tell him-“
“Tell who?” A curt voice cuts through his apartment, gingerly taking off his shoes at the door. He grimaces at the dirt Vash tracked in, before eyeing both you and Meryl once again.
“I uh- I need help putting together a study guide, but I don’t wanna bother Vash!-“ Holy hell that was.. a half baked lie, but considering you really suck at improvising a good chunk of the time it was impressive.
“That’s out of character for you- what class? You can use mine.”
Meryl’s eyes widen, a knowing glance casted over to you. He’s soft for you.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine, thanks though.” He only hums in acknowledgment, quickly striding over to his room.
“You know what I’m about to say, right?”
Yeah. You do.
“For once, I say you tell the guy. He can help.”
“He’s just someone I study with, the last thing I want to do is make him uncomfortable..” you frowned, leaning back against the couch once more.
“Whatever you say.”
#millions knives#knives millions#Chris writes#drabble#fanfic#Trigun stampede#Tristamp#knives x you#knives x reader#Trigun#meryl stryfe#College au knives
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WIP Wednesday 💕
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In light of the most recent episode, have this scene that I wrote months ago 🤣 It follows this scene I shared one lovely Friday in March from my post lightning strike fic where Eddie is trying to date, he and Buck are a whole ass mess, and no one is having a good time. Except us? lol
Eddie shows up at a coffee shop for his next date and Buck is in the booth directly behind him. As if they are now special operative spies who can’t be seen together but can pass secret information back and forth in the middle of a busy restaurant if they whisper to each other and meet like this and don’t look like they actually know each other.
Number seven seems okay. A little conceited maybe and way too into Instagram followers and being an influencer and whatever other social media bullshit. But when they get up to use the restroom, Buck reaches for him so he can solidly whack Eddie in the arm. “You’re so tense. Lighten up.”
Eddie rolls his eyes and hates everything. “This is how you’re being helpful? How exactly am I supposed to lighten up and not be tense?”
“Well, the fake laugh isn’t working. I can tell you that much.” Buck leans out of his booth — which defeats the whole purpose of them not acknowledging that they know each other but whatever this wasn’t Eddie’s idea — and makes weird gestures at him. “Just relax. Take a few deep breaths. Be yourself instead of— whatever it is you’re doing now.”
“What is wrong with what I’m doing now?”
“Uh. You mean, everything?”
Why is it there is no lightning that can strike Eddie down right now? That seems so unfair and unreasonable. “Everything.” It’s a cold dead word in his mouth, but it’s better than cold dead partner, matching cold dead hearts, nothing beating, nothing living.
Buck takes it as question rather than statement. “Yeah. You’re not really talking or even asking questions. It makes you seem uninterested and bored. Or like you’re inattentive. I mean, some people go for the aloof thing, they take it as a challenge, but I doubt you want to play those games so never mind. You could maybe,” he hums like he’s thinking. “Oh! Talk about Chris’ science fair or the play they’re putting together for English with all the book reports.”
“That’s stuff you’ve worked on with him.” Also, Eddie is pretty sure that listening to him talk about his son’s homework and school activities is not what anyone but Buck would want to do.
“You know about it though.”
“Not like you do.”
“Well, your date doesn’t know that. But fine. How about. Play the desert island game — what things would you want with you if you were stranded on a desert island.”
“That’s your advice? What in the hell is that supposed to tell me about this person?”
“It can tell you lots of things! It’s a measure of what someone values, how smart or creative someone might be, and how much, you know, c-compatibility you—you might have. That’s the point.”
There’s a set of utensils near Eddie’s hand. It’s one of those rolled-and-banded-in-a-napkin things that likely has a knife in it. At the very least, it should have a fork, and he should be able to un-band, unroll the napkin and pick out said fork so that he can repeatedly stab himself in the arm until something registers as worse than this whole situation he’s stuck in right now.
But that would probably be too on the nose?
“A-also? You don’t have to laugh at everything or talk like you’re being interviewed. It’s not a test. You can reveal some things. No one is hunting for enemy intel. They’re not asking for social security numbers and home address. Plus, the weird chuckle thing you’re doing is fake and kind of creepy. First dates are for talking about fun interests and hobbies and things you enjoy so you can see if they might enjoy them, too. Nothing controversial, nothing super personal. Ask about movies. Or books. Or favorite foods.”
Eddie presses his fingers against his forehead and then rubs his temple and the ridge of his eyebrow where there’s an invisible mining colony shoving stakes into his skull.
“Hey,” Buck turns soft and honey sweet this time and touches Eddie’s arm gently.
It’s brief. The touch. Barely more than a graze of fingertips and lasts only for a second. But it makes Eddie’s skin burn like it’s been seared. Eddie sort of turns to look back at him. But immediately regrets it.
Buck gives him a look of pure warmth and affection. “You’re charming and funny and hot and one of the nicest people in the entire world. Okay? There’s no reason someone wouldn’t like you or wouldn’t want to date you. Or keep dating you. You’re, you know, a catch. You’re pretty much everyone’s type.”
Yeah. Sure. He feels so much like “everyone’s type.” Eddie turns back to the table in front of him and can’t think about those words or Buck’s voice or his eyes or his anything. They’re all lightning daggers shoved into Eddie’s chest and stomach, and he aches. Aches and aches and needs something he can’t have. If he’s everyone’s type, if there’s no reason someone wouldn’t want to date him, then. Why.
Why does Buck never look at him that way?
#wip wednesday#buddie wip#buddie#jenwyn wip#fic: catching lightning#911#he and his husband keep competing for biggest disaster fail loser#AND THEY ARE BOTH WINNING#🙄
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Sakura in the first series goes through one of the more important character developments. She starts out as naive, book smart, absolutely upreared for horrors of combat and war. Her views are simple and childishly self-centered, she doesn’t yet grasp the severity of life and death. She calls Naruto annoying, making snarky remarks at him. “Orphan” doesn’t fully register in her brain, because she’s young, naive and unaware. She is very quickly confronted by Sasuke, proved wrong and called “annoying” back. And that’s enough to make her think.
During the bell tests, Sasuke shows her his darkness and she seems taken aback. A slow realization creeps into her but it only fully blooms during the Zabuza arc. She sees poverty, pain and death, and as she walks through impoverished village she realizes that life isn’t simple and colorful. It’s scary and anything she has read from any of her books didn’t prepare her for almost witnessing her teammate die. Being a ninja is not a game.
She doubts herself, because despite what some people try to insinuate, she’s fully aware of her cons and shortcomings. Sasuke helps her out of that self doubt, because he likes her. She’s his teammate and when he almost died, she cried over him. And it feels nice and kinda fuzzy even, to have somebody care about you that much, but Sasuke would never admit that (Why would he say “you’re heavy”? He should’ve say “I’m alive” or even “get off” but he doesn’t. He speaks up to inform her he’s fine, but by that he also acknowledges their closeness and does not refuse it! It’s such a Sasuke thing to say, I could talk about this for hours)
Forest of Death is the prime Sasusaku. I don’t understand how could somebody watch/read through it and not see it. There’s of course a lot of fear and pain but there’s also so much closeness and comfort and genuine care for one another. It’s a very important arc for the whole Team 7 but I’d argue it’s mainly Sasuke & Sakura’s. Sakura especially, as we see her develop a wider understanding of her place as a person, as a teammate and as a ninja. How she finally stumbles into action, saving Naruto from a fall and yelling at Sasuke. Because god, if anyone is going to do anything about this absolutely terrifying ninja, with a power they haven’t seen even from Zabuza, it’s Sasuke.
There’s this guilt of her own weakness looming over her as she takes care of her teammates. But she tries her best because someone has to, because she wants to. She wants to be stronger, to help but, most importantly, she wants Sasuke and Naruto to be safe.
It’s no wonder people think of Sasuke’s seal awakening as one of the most powerful scene of this arc. Because sure, it’s badass and cool but what’s most important about it is often missed. When Sasuke wakes up, brought from the brink of death by his own strong will, he is furious. But it’s not a mindless rage, it’s not like Naruto’s nine tails transformation. The seal is not a being on its own, it just pulls on the deepest, darkest strings of his mind. On his insecurities, his dreams, his trauma, his worst qualities. It’s still Sasuke, asking Sakura who did this to her. It’s still Sasuke attacking the Sound-ninja. It’s only when he engages and even takes joy from his cruelty Sakura realizes it’s not him. Because Sasuke is kind, cold but extremely caring, because he can get carried away but never like this.
The fact that people can read these chapters, hell, the whole manga and still think that Sasuke hates Sakura, that she doesn’t know him, that Sakura herself is a selfish, shallow characters is mind-boggling.
tl;dr: Sakura is a greatly developed character and first part Sasusaku is so well written it makes me want to cry fkljsd.
#sasusaku#long post#pro sakura#i do feel like a lot of people do not understand how subtle japanese culture can be#especially with romance#honestly if im gonna read one more anit-sakura argument talking about how she made fun of an orphan at age fucking 12#im going to go feral
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It's me (I'm the problem)
Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn!Reader
Rating: T
Word Count: ~700 (a true drabble? from ME?? who am I?)
Warnings: Panic attacks, crying, use of the word 'crazy,' blink-and-you'll-miss-it self injury (digging nails into skin), insecurities, mental health struggles, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: I know the title is a fucking TS song lyric, just slap a pumpkin spice latte in my hand and call me basic, but IT WORKS, okay, and that song has been in my head since it came out. This is self-indulgent nonsense, I just want Marcus Pike to be there in the aftermath of a panic attack. I acknowledge that panic attacks look different for everyone, this is partly fabrication and partly lived experience. Thank you to @leslie-lyman for quickly looking this over for me <3
My Masterlist
He finds you in the bathroom. You’ve wedged yourself in between the toilet and the tub, some compulsion from your brain to physically hide from the distress, some disconnected part of you not seeming to understand or care that it’s coming from the inside. You know Marcus has found you in more unconventional places. His closet. The pantry. Sitting next to the bed with your face stuffed into a pillow. You duck your head, lowering your forehead to your knees in a futile attempt to hide the mess of tears on your face.
He gently prises your fingernails from your arms, frowning slightly at the indents left behind, but makes no further attempts to touch you. You know he wants desperately to gather you into his arms–he always does–but he understands that he needs to wait until you make the first move. He never has to wait long.
Marcus sits on the bathroom floor, holding both of your hands, waiting for you to stop shaking. You know that if you looked up, he’d be gazing back, his eyes full of warmth and concern. You can’t find it in you to raise your head just yet.
Eventually, you scoot forward, out of your awkward hiding spot, to sit next to Marcus and lean your head on his shoulder. He responds immediately, pulling you properly into his lap to hold you. You know his shirt immediately gets wet when you press your face into the material, and you start to shy away in embarrassment, but his hand cups the back of your neck, his voice low and soothing in your ear..
“You know I don’t care, sweetheart.”
Marcus’s hand softly strokes up and down your back, the two of you just existing together in the moment. As the panic leaves you, the dread starts to settle in. How many times have the two of you sat like this? How many more times will he agree to sit on your bathroom floor while you cry into his shoulder? You’ve been upfront with Marcus from the start–hell, the two of you have gone to therapy together–but you always worry if enough will become enough, and he’ll get tired of you. The doubt swirls in your mind until it becomes too much to bear, and it forces its way through your lips.
“Do you think I’m crazy?” you whisper.
“No,” comes Marcus’s soft reply. “I don’t.”
The relief sends a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks, and Marcus’s hold tightens. “Why would you think that?” he asks.
“I’m afraid you’re going to decide it’s too much, that I’m too much, and–”
“Never,” Marcus insists, putting more emphasis into his voice but keeping the same soft volume. “Listen to me–you are never too much.”
“Are you sure?” you ask with a watery, humorless laugh. “I can barely stand myself sometimes.”
“You’re your own worst critic,” Marcus tells you. “You’re too bogged down with what goes wrong that you’re missing all the things about you that are wonderful.”
You snort–a particularly hideous sound, because you’ve been crying for so long.
“Mmhmm,” Marcus insists. “You’re smart, and funny, and you’re patient with all of my bullshit,” he says, and you can feel the smile playing at his lips, “of which there’s quite a lot.”
Your smile is genuine this time–charmed by Marcus’s playfulness.
“Why don’t we go sit on the couch,” Marcus suggests gently. “Not that I don’t love our bathroom, but this is hell on my lower back.”
You wince. “Sorry,” I murmur.
“No, no,” Marcus says emphatically, shaking his head. “Honey, I’ll sit with you anywhere. For as long as you need. But I can also recognize when you’re starting to feel better and–” he stretches, popping in several places as he does, “–offer to cuddle you somewhere soft, instead.”
Your grip tightens on Marcus, the last few tears–of gratitude, this time–escaping the corners of your eyes. You nod into his shoulder.
“Plus,” Marcus says as he stands, pulling you up with him, “all I can see from this angle is that we really need to re-grout the tile in the shower.”
#marcus pike#marcus pike x you#marcus pike x reader#marcus pike fanfiction#the mentalist#the mentalist fanfiction#pedro pascal
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my thought on this current music discourse is that like if youve ever listened to that handsome devil or even fucking cake or why? or talking heads or any ska punk band or even the fucking beatles you’re ready to listen to rap and jazz and other black-founded genres and you can probably start from those musicians’ influences and musicians connected to them if you genuinely dk where to start. you’re ready to try new things like goddamn i don’t listen to a lot of rap (tho I’ve been meaning to listen to more bc i usually like what i hear - i just get hung up on certain genres and flush myself down their hyper-specific toilets for months on end) but its just downright cowardly to refuse to listen to a new song or new music in general and then make up a bunch of excuses for why when people question you about it and you should be wondering what the hell you’re so damn worried about. Sorry i just got off work and i’m like a glass of wine deep so this is probably incomprehensible but regardless i’m flinging myself thru a brick wall bc refusing to try something new or different is how you end up the old codger who calls the cops on teenagers for walking past your house and for tumblr to be full of people claiming to be against that kind of thing youd think they’d be open to trying something different. like i aint all that smart so i can’t do much more than nod when i hear something i agree with but i know what i agree with and it’s not with people who shit on rap (or country for that matter bc bobbie gentry fuckin slaps and a lot of country music hate is based in classism in a similar way to nascar hate) ok i’m done now tldr if you write off a whole genre of music bc of your preconceived notions you’re a coward
I LITERALLY AGREE WITH EVERYTHING YOU'RE SAYING. As a big music fan I think you are actively hurting yourself by not broadening your horizons and like not listening to the stuff that inspired what you already like to listen to!!!! I started listening really heavily to jazz because black midi credited a lot of jazz as musical influences and I was like shit! I need to listen to some of this! And there are so many guides online for getting into music and how to navigate genres and even if it's not for "your personal tastes" you can still...idk, respect it? Acknowledge it's importance?
One thing I always tell goths who want to expand their horizons and listen to more goth music is to listen to screamin' jay Hawkins because without him we wouldn't have goth as a genre, and even if you don't like it you can appreciate the history and the art and his fucking SHOWMANSHIP. Which I think is a bigger issue is even if you don't like a genre of music which is braindead in of itself, you can still appreciate it for what it is and how it influences a lot of the stuff you enjoy! So many genres of music would literally be NOTHING without the black pioneers who founded and refined the genres and they deserve the respect of recognition at the very least
Sorry this is also very ramble-y I am very passionate about music lol
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Positivity night can’t continue without giving a shoutout to @sailor-aviator @goldenseresinretriever @teacupsandtopgun @horseshoegirl
Wickett was the first one to turn me around on OC. Her beautiful story “Damn Those Dog Tags” came at a time where I had lost my grandpa. Her story about learning to live with your grief and embracing it rather than running away from it found me at a time where I refused to acknowledge mine. It has helped me immensely and every chapter is like a love letter. I cry, i giggle and i blush. It also helps that we got a sexy Jake Seresin who was doing his best to get Liz to be his and who acknowledged that he needed to change and grow for the better. Plus she gave us an adorable little bug that makes me question my decision to not have kids. I am so sad that their story is coming to an end soon, but I am BEYOND excited to see what else she comes up with.
Beth’s story of Jake and Felicity has captivated me ever since I finally started reading it. Flick is such an amazing strong as hell character and I want to be her so bad. So confident, hilarious, smart and just…10/10 I’m obsessed with her. Reading her relationship with Jake flourish has been an absolute delight. Another favorite part of her story is Jake’s background!! You don’t normally get to see male characters be victims of emotional and psychological abuse, and while it has been absolutely heartbreaking learning what Jake had to go through…it just means his love and trust towards felicity is real and strong. His character development makes me want to cry in the best way. I love these two so much and their story and I just want to give everyone a hug.
Ruthie’s story of the San Diego Daggers has me on a chokehold currently. The way that she has me rooting so fucking hard for Jake and Bugs is actually embarrassing. Bug’s story while it remains a mystery tug at my heartstrings because I just know that she is trying her best, and just wants to do what she loves, which is sports medicine. Also Bugs is so fucking funny (running over Mav, complimenting Jake on his tits) her banter between characters has me dying of laughter and also crying. Crying because once we learned how Jake was betrayed and played by his old team? Girl. As someone who trusted a sports coach many many many years ago, whose actions only put me in an incredible dark and depressive state…it hurts. Because these are the people you trust with your well being. Anyway, the team dynamic is just too incredible and while they are still a new team, you can tell they have each others backs. I cant wait to read more of her work as well as Jake and Bug’s relationship (if I ever stop blushing from their flirting)
Now on to my dear dear Liz. What can I say about Liz that I haven’t said before. It all started with Jake Seresin as an outlaw in the old wild west and a little character named Scout whose storyline hit close to home. I mean what’s not to love about it?! But then she introduced us to Bob, Bradley, Birdie and Bunny and let me tell you I’ve been a goner and a fan ever since. Her ability to build the worlds in her stories by using history and fantasy is unmatched. Her gals are so unique, strong and hella smart all in their own ways. Every chapter she posts leaves me running to her DMs and to a long ass Reblog where I just vomit all my feelings. Her other stories Fool’s Fare and Meet Me At The Sea currently also have me on a chokehold and i day dream about them constantly. I know I said this already…but Liz’s storytelling is so fantastic and she’s so incredible at incorporating magic and fantasy aspects that continue to make me cry and beg for more. Liz never sleeps and is always down to explore Drabbles, constantly asks us for our opinions and is always down to try new and different AUs. I just love her so much. Also if you haven’t yet, check out her OG work, it made me cry and it’s just so good about exploring what makes us human and why as humans we need to preserve and learn from history’s
There’s so many more authors that I love and adore as well as their work, but just wanted to give a shout out to them. I’m forever grateful that I found people just as obsessed about these actors and characters. It makes me feel so validated. Anyway love you all!!
This is such a sweet, wonderful shout out!!!! I cannot wait to dive into their writing? ♥️♥️
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