I’ve finally gotten around to looking at WTF Psychsophy/Attitudinal Psyche is

First: Does anyone know where to get books on it? I couldn’t find  Afanasyev ‘s original one on amazon. It might never have been translated from russian.

At first glance it might seem like the Jungian Systems like mbti and socionics since there’s 4 ‘slots’ and 4 qualities two of which roughly map to what’s coloquially known as “emotion”

(Indeed some ppl have tried to conflate it since the sonionists generally think they have a theory of everything, & extended all that stupid intertype relations BS to it which I find worthless even in socionics proper)

P only distinctly resembles Sensing and V is something completely different entirely. 

Though I think will is overrated. I seldom agree with the church but I think there’s something to the catholic model of the psyche as made up of spirit/thoughts, soul/feelings and will, & that it is not the same as instinct/senses or intuition (though of course the catholics would forget instinct since the appetites are “of the world” etc.)

Maybe you could even extent the system by adding intuition as a 5th aspect... As it is I think ‘associative thinking’ is folded into Emotion in this system. 

there are 24 or on some accounts 25 types but also a pretty easy method to determine it:  is no complicated induced structure like with mbti, you just take the 4 aspects  & put them in order of prominence or importance

The 24 types are the (a 25th one where all the aspects are equally valued or in 2th position - which they say would be something like a Yogi or a Zen Master) Essence Type/ 12gram has the Solar Type as a person who values mind, body & heart equally (but has a bias towards the positive)

There’s 4 Aspects - Logic, Emotion,  Will, & Physics/body. 

They also show up very differently depending where you rank them, it seems very different actually from the mbti functions where it’s kinda just the same thing but better or worse. 

In the 1st position it’s something you’re picky & confident about whereas in the second you’d be very open-minded with it & use it to connect to others; The 3rd is something you get very worked up/emotional about but might have complexes/insecurities with and the 4th is something you dont care for unless its for a clear purpose- 

A simple ordering according to preference (without bothering with the slots) the colloquial meanings (I couldn’t find any source that crisply defined them anyways) gives me LWEP. 

I also took an online test - I notice that a lot of questions are phrased like “How often do you think about...” which makes me wonder how it’s meant. I sure THINK a lot about obligations for example - but because they stress me, not because I am good at fulfilling them.

The test gave me  LEPW. 

I read up the descriptions of both, and insofar as I can tell from those it’s definitely NOT LEPW. Exhibit A: 

“Money takes an important part in your life. You try to be handsome and well-groomed in front of people” 

Haha no im a trashfire hermit

“You are a person who is able to distinguish 50 shades of smile, sight or other sorts of emotions. Lying is easy to reveal for you, this is why it's difficult to deceive or manipulate you. You are able to support who needs it. You appreciate deep, kind and truly honest people, and you hate "blind" emotionally people. It's easy to you to be the soul of any team. “

ffff I avoid group work whenever possible, I’ve fallen for my share of scams/dupes, I tell everyone I get involved with to “please be direct with me I cant pick up indirect shit” & I actually loathe people who judge others for not being exptressive in a conventional way. my holy trinity of Waifus all kinda fit in that category

“You are a soft and tolerate person. You are able to forgive people if they repent, even after serious mistakes. 

Absolutely not. if you’re out you’re out & im never speaking to you again

Which leaves LWEP

What’s LWEP supposed to be like?

1L

You have a strong inner passion to logical analysis. Your brain is constantly analyzing, rating, trying to find the truth out. And it relates to every part of life. Inside of you there is a big immutable picture of the words, which is constantly being improved by your experience. You like smart people, but usually you don't aim to share your experience with others. You prefer to provide ready logical results instead of thinking process. You don't like empty talks. You don't talk very much with people around, but you always talk clear.

2W

You are a soft and flexible person, people around appreciate you for that. You value respect and justice very much. In many cases it's difficult to say "no" for you, but not cause of weakness, but cause of the sense of respect towards people. You are capable to find a mutual and reciprocal solution in any situation. You are always polite with people. You defend people towards whom an injustice takes place. You are inclined to negotiate same many times in order to manage the situation and to clarify details. You are always interested in opinions of others and never ignore anyone.

3E

You are an emotional person very much, you are sensitive and vulnerable. It makes you try to be closed from people around. You don't have many people whom you trust. Towards emotions you value attentiveness, sense of tact, deepness and sincerity. You are able to notice emotional lie and selfishness immediately - it pushes you away. You understand animals well, they like you. Other people find you as a person who is always ready to listen to, to understand, to yield sensibly.

4P

You are the person for whom mental are more important than material. Of course, material things are not an empty place in your life, but you used to consider it as a way of self-realization. You don't value material things much, you don't affect to them, their value is how much profit they can provide. You are not pedantic towards the order of things, the same is about your health. As for comfort, you are unpretentious.

That’s actually remarkably spot on, especially in the capturing of not stereotypically associated traits. 

I wouldn’t say I’m “soft” or “can’t say no” but I’m definitely very open-minded (or at least try to be) & interested in people with different opinions

I guess I’m also starting to reach an age where environmental influences start to predominate - my 16 year old self would have agreed a lot more to most of this, if partly out of youthful overconfidence. Or less trauma. 

“W” is sort of associated with organization etc which I am very bad at, but I know that as a kid I was more often described as “tough” or “strong willed”. 

But that would have been before a good chunk of the traumatic incidents. 

Except for the part with the animals. I don’t hate animals in any way but I also really do not connect with them very much & im a little afraid of them. Though I’d attribute this to not having any pets in our household as I was growing up.

if anyone has further reading i would like me some

Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

the door

Welp, here is some ateez fanfic im building off of a weird ass dream i had. Im saying this ahead, its not gonna be constent, its der gonna be smutty at some point and i hope you like holes cuz its gonna be filled eith plotholes.

Ps. I also take criticism if you want, i didnt proof read it, i really just thiught one other degenerate out there might like it.

Enjoy <3

Its so weird. I was reading, peacefully, in a cemetery on st-jean street. I was supposed to go see some friends, but they were still cleaning their place. So i went to buy a coffee down the street. I talked about a decade old french show with the barista. She was nice. I went to sit somewhere further, the olympia passage. Or i think its called like that, no one knew what i was talking about when i called it that. Someone came to me to talk about poesy, and given my patient nature, i listened to him. I told him i was an illustrator, and could illustrate his poems if he wanted. He looked delited, and said it was rare that people didn't just ignore him, or look at him as if he was lesser than them. I din't know why, i left him my phone number, for the poem thing, and i took his. I really trust too easily, but if there is even a 1% chance that he actually just wants to create, then ill take that chance. Soon after he left, another friend, closer to me, came along. He was meeting someone at the same coffee i went to ealier. We planned to go converse shopping a few hours later. I walked with him down the street, then left when his friend arrived.

Further on the street, there is a really old cemetery, behind a small church. The worst tomb has a family in it, about 12 kids between 12 days to 12 years old. It's calm. There are a lot of trees, reminding me that at the end of the day, i belong to the earth. This type of calmness almost makes me look up to the day i pass.

I sat under the big tree. It is not especially big, but it is indeed larger than the rest. I opened my book, and read. It was very simple, a story about some gay witch with her equally gay otaku demon and a girl that disappeared. Maybe. The end was a bit fuzzy, so i wasn't quite sure. But i think that all along, the blue haired girl was actually a piece of the witch's imagination or something like that. I like these endless stories, you tend to think about them way more than stories that close entirely. So i put the book down and looked at my phone. My friend told me her cleaning wasn't done yet. I don't know what i was expecting.

Well, at least i can say what i wasn't expecting. To blackout completely, and to wake up in a small stinky backstreet on the other side of the world.

Now this may be a bit confusing, so let me explain a bit more. For the first part, it's honestly going to end there. I put my phone down, looked towards my friend's place and the world around me began to feel heavier, as if the sky was falling down. I felt victim of this kind of gravity shift, even if i'm pretty sure it only happened to me. Things began to move around me, but i was way too far to really pay attention to it. As i opened my eyes, it was night. I was laying against a garbage bin, one of those big store ones. I was in a small backstreet, hidden from the world. As i tried to get up, i felt like every single inch of my body was sore. I looked down, and i was dressed in some oversized off-white shirt, more yellow than white really but that was probably because of how dirty it was. I definitely had panties under, which i felt were probably more sexy ones than comfortable ones, but the lack of pants quickly put me off. Feeling my eyes, i had some makeup leftovers, that probably had just spread around even more. Despite all of that, what really chocked me the most was the weight i had lost. Not like 2-5 lbs, more like 15-20 lbs, and not in a healthy way. Whatever had just happened to me had been happening for a while.

As i was still taking it all in, i heared a door open, with voices coming out of it. Two people. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but i quickly recognized some korean words. More people came out. Three more, soon followed by another pair. As the last one came out, i decided that i my need for help was greater than the odds of them being bad people, so i went out of the streets. The bright neon signs of the convinient store blinded me for a second, before i could figure out the silouhette of 8 men. I let out a soft and painful, "help" before turning around to take in more of what was around me. Wherever i was, this was not home. I felt the panic start to rise in me so i turned to the men, who had stopped their walk to look at me. Some of them had cold, almost scared faces, but the one that sticked to me the most was the one closest to me. A tall, black and red haired guy, that almost looked in more pain than me. One of the people in the back said something, that from the loudness i assumed was to me, but I didn't catch it, since it was in korean. It's at that moment that it all came down.

I fell down to my knees. Eyes blank, looking at the ground. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, but my expression was not following them. The tall guy came down to my level, and in a broken english asked "are you alright?"

-Do i look alright, i spitted at him. I have no idea where i am, or what is going on, i'm clearly a world away from home, I don't understand anything that anyone here says, im hurt, im almost naked, i lost a shit ton of weight and i dont even know how, the only taste i have in my mouth is dehydration, i miss my cat, i miss my bed and my stupid ass friend who can't seem to ever be on time and....and...

I raise up my head to look at him. He pierces through my eyes as if he was looking for answers.

-and...im cold.

I fall in his arms, all strength gone.

I can feel his warmth get closer.

I can feel his heartbeat.

I feel some sort of warm blanket around me.

I feel a pillow, softer than any i ever had.

As i feel fingers going through my hair, I hear a melody that, even if for a small second, makes my believe that everything will be all right, and i find myself dreaming that this moment never stops.

I briefly open my eyes, just to see these dreaming eyes. "Who are you", i somehow ask, right before falling asleep. As if he knew that I wasn't there to hear the answer anymore, the mysterious man lowers himself to my ear and simply wispers,

"I'm Yunho."

That's pretty D.U.M.B

-Prologue.

Part 0 - Part 1 - Part 2

(This is a stupid idea i had in mind for awhile now, and since i love stupid ideas lets see how well this goes)

Team RWBY and J_P_ were standing on a empty classroom as proffesso-

Oobleck: DOCTOR!!!

Err. . .right, as Doctor Oobleck requested. They had no idea why they were here, they just knew that doctor Oobleck was really excited about something.

Jaune: so, does anyone have any idea why he called us?

Ruby: no idea, maybe we did something bad?

Yang: i doubt it, p-money is here and she's physically incapable of doing bad stuff.

Pyrrha: t-that's not true!! *covers her mouth* sorry, i didn't mean to be so loud.

Yang: see?

Weiss: then why are we here? It's an early saturday, i had more important things to do.

Oobleck: *behind her* believe me miss schnee, there isn't anything more important in this world than science.

Weiss: *startled* what the!? Where did you came from!?

Oobleck: an good question for another time miss schnee. But for now let's get down with the more pressing matters. *sips his coffee before vanishing in a blur and reappearing on the teacher's table, putting down a small device that looks like a tablet*

Ruby: *staring curiously at the device* what is this? Is it a weapon!? A gun!? Both!?

Oobleck: im afraid its neither of them miss rose, but instead something much more interesting and important to this world!

Blake: and it would be. . .?

Oobleck: this device, is a dimensional and universal magical bridge, or D.U.M.B to shorten.

Yang/Ruby: *snort* dumb?

Oobleck: Precisely! 

Blake: and what does it do?

Oobleck: well, this machine works around a very simple concept ms.belladonna. Does any of you ever had to decide between something like, what shirt to wear or what song to listen before?

Yang: yup, all the time.

Oobleck: for example ms.xiao long, you have to choose between a black shirt or a yellow shirt, and choose a pop music or rock music, which one would you pick?

Yang: hmm. . .probably the yellow shirt and pop music, but what does this have to do with this thing?

Oobleck: hehe, well. . . *adjusting his glasses anime style* what if i told you that there's another you out there, who choose the black shirt and the rock music?

Yang: i would say that this me is probably goth.

Oobleck: leave the jokes for later miss xiao long, for now focus on my question.

Yang: well, i would say that is crazy because there's only one me around.

Oobleck: and there's where you are mistaken ms.xiao long. Have you ever heard of the parallel worlds theory?

Yang: the parallel what?

Ruby: the parallel worlds theory says that every decision we make creates a new world equal with a different take from our own, and that means there are infinite amounts of worlds where we took different decisions and had different outcomes.

Oobleck: that is. . .surprisingly accurate ms.rose.

_WBY/J_P_: *looking at ruby with wide eyes*

Ruby: what!? I just reaply like rick and morty okay!?

Pyrrha: okay, so what does this parallel world theory has to do with this machine?

Oobleck: Good question! This device will allow us to create a bridge between these alternate universes and dimensions and bring similar beings to our dimension slash universe like magic!

Weiss: that. . .sounds impossible.

Ruby: and awesome!

Oobleck: it's not impossible miss schnee, and indeed miss rose it is awesome.

Jaune: so, why did you called us here?

Oobleck: because i need your help to make this work, yours more than anyone else's mister arc!

Jaune: *confused* what? Why?

Oobleck: because this machine needs two peoples to work and one of them needs to be you mr.arc.

Jaune: but why me?

Oobleck: because it seems like you are the main axis of many universes out there and so you need to be one of the parties to use the device, while the second one just sets the specific universe that will be targeted. All you need to do to make this work is place your hand here on the device while one of your friends places their hand on the other side.

Weiss: wait, if the only way to make it work is through jaune, then you never tested it before?

Oobleck: i'm afraid that not a single time miss schnee.

Weiss: then how do you know all that!?

Oobleck: because D.U.M.B came with a instruction manual. *pulls out a small book with 'D.U.M.B for dummies' on the cover*

Blake: wait, so it wasn't you who created the. . .D.U.M.B?

Oobleck: i wished i could miss belladonna, but i'm afraid not. This device was left in front my door yesterday by an unknown friend.

Weiss: wait, what does that mean and how do you know that?

Oobleck: i'm afraid i don't know what that means miss schnee, but about how i know that would be because i found D.U.M.B yesterday with this paper on top of it. *pulls out a small paper with 'For: Oobleck From: a unknown friend' on it*

Weiss: . . .this doesn't make any sense, its so dumb.

Oobleck: PRECISELY!!! Now mister arc, would you do us a favor to place your hand on the device!?

Jaune: err. . .okay. *walks to the table and places his hand on the device* what now?

Oobleck: now one of your friends will have the honor of joining you in this wonderful experiment. Miss schnee!

Weiss: yes?

Oobleck: since you're the most skeptic about this, would you mind joining mister arc?

Weiss: *sigh* of course professor.

Oobleck: don't worry, if this doesn't work i'll give you all a week free of homework as an apology for the disturb.

Yang/Ruby: *with fingers crossed and whispering* please don't work, please don't work, please don't work.

Weiss: *walks up to the table* let's just get this over with *places hand on the device* . . .

Jaune: . . .

Oobleck: . . .

R_BY/Pyrrha: . . .

Weiss: . . .so, should something happen or-

Suddenly the device starts glowing light blue, a color similar to weiss' aura. The glow starts to grow stronger and stronger, blinding everyone in the room before it completely fades.

Ruby: huh?

Jaune: what happened?

Pyrrha: it failed?

Yang: does that means we don't get homework?

Oobleck: strange, D.U.M.B should have worked.

Weiss: well, it obviously didn't, because if it had we would've at least-

*BOOM*

The first text I made was over 2,000 words so I’ll try to summarize it.

First I'm going to talk about what I think is Bury Your Gays and poor writing of minorities.

For me, Bury your gays is when certain productions kill the lgbt character for the sake of shock value, often in the most stupid ways possible. A famous example of this was what happened to Lexa in the 100. When it feels like the character only died because he is gay.

And for me, poor writing for minorities (poc, lgbt, people with disabilities ...) can be characterized as:

1. Productions that want to portray the image of progressives and put a poc or lgbt character (which are the most common cases) without personality, unimportant, without development ... Character that are just there for decoration

2. When they even create an interesting character but soon create a reason to kill him to shock the audience. Kill them because they are poc.

And for me having a poc or lgbt character (since these are the boxes where I identify with) interesting, important ... this is the word: Important! whether it is important directly in the plot as a protagonist who carries the story or a supporting role with a good role on the story and a good development, it is much more significant than a character forced only for certain productions not to be accused of racism, sexism or lgbtphobia.

Of course, each case is different. I will now comment briefly on Atomic Blonde, The Last of Us part II and The Legend of Korra.

In Atomic Blonde we have the death of Delphine, a lgbt character who has generated some discussions about being a "bury your gays". I don't particularly agree because I believe that if she were a man or straight, she would die anyway. Since the protagonist's other love interest had died in the beginning and he was a heterosexual white man, and because the character of Delphine, despite being a spy, did not belong in that work or life style . Something even commented by herself. She was an inexperienced agent in the worst possible scenario to be one . But i now understand and why some people still think It was bury your gays.

In The Last of Us part II I saw many people complaining about the death of Jesse, Yara and how Lev was just a supporting character. The Last of Us part II .... a game that is not afraid to kill loved characters without any ceremony simply because in that world, one mistake can cost your life. Regardless of gender, sexuality, age, skin color ...

Jesse and Yara played Asian American characters and died. Mel, Joel, Owen ... were Caucasian, cishet characters who died too. None of them die because they are asian american or caucasian, they die cuz that world is fucking ruthless.

And about Lev not being important just because he is an supporting character... First that he is for Abby what Dina is for Ellie, both of them are extremely important support for the protagonists and Interesting characters with their own internal struggles and development. I think it is very unfair to throw this away with the argument like: "ah, but he is not the protagonist so it is not important"

And still about The Last of Us part II we are talking about a game and for those who do not know the gamer community is toxic, full of sexism, racism, lgbtphobia ... And the game developers had the balls for not only make two protagonists women outside the steryotype of femme fatalle or defenseless love interest(still very present in games) and one of them a lesbian, but also introducing an important trans character in a mainstream high-budget game.

People, until recently the only image we had of women in games was that of a busty model running around, made purely to please male players, good and important black, asian and lgbt characters was really rare or just didnt exist at all.

And today we have characters like Ellie, Lev, Kassandra (AC Odyssey), Jill Valentine and Claire Redfield who were reimagined more humanely in the remakes of Resident Evil, Lara Croft herself in the 2013 Tomb Raider remake, Max and Chloe(Life is Strange), Lee and Clementine(TWD from telltale), Marcus (Detroit Become Humam ), Connor (AC3) ... I know, there is still a long way to go until we have achieved the equality and representativeness that we want in the world of games but we are advancing. They may be a baby step but they still are steps forward. We should continue to support this initiatives and demand better representation.

Now about The Legend of Korra ... Reading the comments in the post i get the feeling that people were much more angry with Bryke for being cishet than with questions related to the narrative.

It bothers me the fact that it seems that whoever made the posts (originally from twitter) did not watch avatar or simply watched without paying attention. It was NEVER about Korra needed suffering but about finding Meaning in suffering. And yes, they are two different things.

When in the end Korra is talking to Tenzin, about understand the why she had to go through all that , for them be abble to be more compassionate of others. That shit is real. When you have a panic attack , for exemple, you become more abble to help someone who also suffers from that. Or when some people lose someone for a disease or acident and choose to become a doctor to help others, wanting no other person had to go through that pain... In this case, the person didnt have to lose someone to be a doctor but maybe after saw all the fight that the doctors put in to save someone and the pain of losing someone may have made the person spend the rest of his life saving people. Get It?

And in Avatar, both TLA and TLOK, people have suffer.

Aang: Cast aside by his friends when people discover he was the Avatar. Runaway and lose all of his people. Had to see the devastation for himself and find the bones of his friend and possible father figure. Almost die a few times. For many years had the weight of been the last of his people. And in a part of the journey, lost Appa.

Sokka and Katara: Lost their mother. Their dad leave to fight and possible die in the war. Sokka was only a teen when he was the man responsable for his tribe. Katara had the weight of being the only waterbender of her tribe and be the only one that could calm Aang once he was in Avatar State.

Toph: as a blind kid, her parents think of her as someone unable to do anything. Had to choose between save Appa or save the others in some point of their journey

Zuko: When i start with him?

Azula: oh Boy...

Iroh: Lose is only son. Had to see his brother burn Zuko's face. And Zuko betrayed him, kind of, in the end of book2.

Asami: Her mom was murdered , maybe even in front of her. Her dad was a evil genius. She probably suffered with Korra in those 3 years.

Mako and Bolin: They grow up as orphans on the streets...

I could go on and on, dude, even the cabbage man had suffer from losing his cabbages over and over.

But all of the sudden, Korra now had to have plot armor or else Bryke is wrong and are terrible people.

Everybody loves to talk about how perfect Zuko's arc and development is. Zuko, who was one of the characters who most have suffered in the show. But for him all was necessary, had meaning, perfect storytelling and structure but with Korra.... "She cant suffer cuz she is brown"

And its not like Bryke was making something up outta nowhere just to torture the character. All she face it was a consequence direct or indirect of her actions and actions of other people.

Amon and the Equalists? Aang didnt kill Yakone nor put him in prison for life, just took his bending. Yakone was a terrible father, and one of the reason Amon hate bending (even himself been a waterbender) so much to the point of him do what he did. The same to Tarrlok. He turn his sons into monsters. And the triads only help them, because they use their bending to rob the non benders.

Vaatu? Look up The Beginning epsodes because this one is more complex.

Unalaq? Look, the worst villain of Avatar. But he took advantage of things that happen as consequences of the ending of book1

Zaheer? Direct consequence of that happen in the finale of book 2.

Kuvira? Direct consequence of things that happen in book 3

Again, i could go on and on and go deeper on all that. But this is already getting to big.

But what pissed me off most is ... Look im years in this fandom. As a Brazilian i saw and read stuff from the fandom here in my country and the fandom here in Tumblr. And in those years i read so much about how Korra journey help people overcome their struggles with ptsd, anxiety, depression...myself included. How much Korra was important to lesbians and bissexuals girls, especially girls of color.

And them we have those few people throw shit on all this and "cancel" you for not agree with them...

The Legend of Korra ended 2014, 6 years ago and still is so loved, so important to so many people, for the most diverse reasons.

For a cishet, Bryke did a amazing job creating this amazingly beautiful universe. With the most diverse inspirations, coming from places that are forgotten on western media. But i guess its easier criticize, and cancel them and the show than do what they did.

I know that sometimes we just wanted a scape from our difficult reality but seriously, if you Just want a movie/tv show/book...100% happy, rainbow and sunshine with no suffering at all, stick with the fanfics because even romcons sometimes have their among of "i you make you cry and suffer" kind of shit.

Suffer is present in our life and what a lot of movies/tv shows/games/books...try to do is bring our struggles and our suffering into them. Why? Its easier have simpathy for characters who look like us, characters who had been through the same stuff as us.

Is so difficult talk those things in another language. I always feel like i didnt express myself right. And im really sorry if i offended anyone, it wasnt my intention.

Ooo apparently I didn’t scroll down enough. I’m blind lol. “No Taavi, I'm gonna disrespect your religion if it includes being discriminatory towards minorities Deal with it lmao.” Honestly you should do your research first. My religion was the first religion who was against discrimination. We gave women their rights before anyone else. We made slavery a sin before anyone else. We gave black people equal rights before anyone else. My religion is against discrimination. We were the first to treat people outside our religion as equals. So don’t you bring this discrimination thing to me. We believe there is a difference between choices and things which he have no choice over. Caste, colour, creed, sex etc are things you can’t choose. Our religion and in some cases sexuality are things we can choose. We do not disrespect. We do not force you to become Muslims and start believing in what we believe In. We do not force our practices on you. In a Muslim state a Christian, a gay, and everyone of the minorities can live with security and with respect as long as they follow the law. That is Islam. That is my religion. Im not denying Muslims have done hate crimes in the past. But don’t forget Christians have too. There are black sheep’s who show extremist behaviour everywhere. But that is not our religion. If besides all that you continue to disrespect my religion and judge it based on the extremists. Then that just shows who you are as a person and you should be ashamed. “If your religion told you to jump off a bridge when you turn 50 would you still do that? If your religion told you black people were a mistake would you still believe that? If your religion told you in order to go to heaven you had to kill somebody would you still follow it?” As stated earlier my religion was the first one to give black people their rights so them being a mistake is out of question. I doubt my religion would ever tell me anything like this. But for questions sake. No I won’t kill the person. At least not without knowing why they want me to kill the person. But unless it’s not anything major no I won’t kill him. Again as stated before I don’t just blindly follow my religion. I have been given a brain to differentiate right from wrong. So I use it to decide if I want to do something or not. About the jumping from bridge. I believe enough in my religion to know it won’t just ask me to do something for no reason. But to be honest unless they tell me that reason I won’t jump. Again as stated before I don’t just blindly follow my religion. I have been given a brain to differentiate right from wrong. So I use it to decide if I want to do something or not “Taavi shut the fuck up already, no one cares about ur long ass replys.” You cared enough to write this. Just don’t read them if you don’t want to. “Her age was never specified on the feed. Age and sex aside, nobody owes it you to be nice. By posting that feed publicly, it shows that you're still salty over their actions despite you "understanding and not insisting anymore".” Yeah I never mentioned her exact age. True. But I clearly remember saying child/girl and not women. So don’t spin my words please. I wasn’t salty about her not being nice, I was salty about the things that drove her to be like that. I was salty about the world we live in, in which kids have to afraid of other people offering help. Whether that is the fault of society or the way this stupid world works. And honestly if you can’t understand that then there’s no point in continuing this. “I don't even know Taavi but honestly if you defend homophobic/transphobic/racist/sexist/bigoted people you're no better than the people you're defending. People have been murdered for this. Killed in the fucking streets. Executed in their own homes. And even if they're not killed, you cannot fathom the mental and emotional abuse these people face every day just for being "different from the norm." Any religion that says "turn a blind eye to bigotry uwu" is a shitty-ass religion. Trans rights.” Ok so first the people you are mentioning are extremists. I’d like to make it clear I am against all kinds of extremist behaviour. Sadly there are extremists in every religion and society. let’s just say for a second that person A is trans. Person B is transphobic. They are against trans people. They hate them, don’t respect them and believe they shouldn’t have equal rights. Person C is not transphobic. They respect trans people. They treat them as equal and believe they should have equal rights. They just don’t support them. They don’t believe being trans is the right thing to do but if someone is they got nothing against it. Now Person A is in the white zone. Person B is in the black zone. You guys automatically put person C in the black zone too when in reality they are a shade of grey. So does person C deserve the same witch hunt person B gets? No they don’t. Yet they are treated the same. Does everyone has to support you to be a good person and if they don’t see eye to eye with you they are automatically a bad person? Then explain the difference between you and the person B? Why is it just not ok to just like not support anything. I treat you with respect as much as I treat the straights. I don’t judge you. Why can’t just not be enough? You guys want equal rights? What more equality you need? We literally treat you the same. “Taavi listen man I try very hard to understand where you're coming from and I don't believe you deserve hate at all, but I really don't understand what you want to sway your opinion on the subject at hand. Truth be told, you arent lgbtq, so you have No idea what the oppression and hate we face is like. So of course some of us will get rightfully upset when you say homophobes don't deserve the witch hunt. I personally try to educate before berating someone but even then some people aren't homophobic because they're uneducated, they are like that because it's safe for them to be that way in the eyes of Society(3). So to other lgbtq people the first resort is to make homophobia something to be ashamed of, so that, you know, less hatecrimes are committed. Obviously you wouldn't understand this though, or at least not as much as we do, because you arent lgbtq. You have talked to me and my friend and we try our best to help educate you so I dont get why you haven't changed your opinion really. Just because some others get mad at you, from years of repressed oppression? I just don't understand it. - pokeheroes dot com user Riordan-“ First of all I respect you a lot for not hiding behind the mask of anonymity. More then anyone on here at least. As mentioned above all I want is for people to not treat us people in the grey zone the same way they treat the people in the black. Yes sure we aren’t in the white. But we aren’t in the black either. We don’t deserve this witch hunt these people start every time. My friends aren’t even transphobic but they just labelled them as one and continue to spout hate about them. I honestly myself believe that the people who harm others deserve the criticism yes, but me or my friends never harmed anyone. Name one person I disrespected, or treated badly just cause they were not straight. I’m sorry I can’t agree with everyone on the matter that it’s perfectly alright to be gay or whatever. I won’t force my opinion on you. I won’t ask you to stop being you. I won’t judge you just cause of that. I will respect you as much as I do others. All I want it you do the same. I’m not harming anyone. So why do you force your opinions on me. Why can’t you respect me? Why do you judge me? As to the part of you guys educating me. Trust me that is seriously very much appreciated. Maybe one day I will change my opinions. That day isn’t here yet sadly. Also I do understand the oppression they feel. Trust me I know it a lot more then you would think. (Maybe one day you will but that day isn’t t near) I also understand the hate you are talking about. It isn’t much different from the hate islamophobics give to Muslims. Just for being a Muslim I’ve been hated in the past. Just for being from Pakistan I’ve been hated in the past. That’s why I’m saying. There are people who just don’t support your views. I have seen aethists, Christians, Hindus and many more who don’t meet eye to eye with me on my views. They don’t consider my beliefs right. I don’t consider theirs. But we respect each other’s beliefs. You know? It wouldn’t be fair to categorise those who don’t look eye to eye with me but still respect me and treat me the same way they treat others in the same category as people who are against my beliefs and just wish Islam would disappear from this world. Who don’t respect me and my beliefs. Get what I’m saying? Honestly I could care less if people start getting attracted to their cars or their frying pan. It’s their choice. Sure I won’t support it. I won’t be like it’s perfectly alright to be like that. But I won’t be against it either. If someone is that’s their choice. I don’t care. I will treat them the same I treat any other person. End of story. ~~~~~~~ Love Taavi

We’re all so goddamn tired

Turns out all is still not peaceful in the fandom... because when scrolling through the tags I see this:

@staff you need to help us take action, as our reports don’t seem to work.

@derelict-stranger / the user formerly known as thephantomporg84 up to their same old tricks again. I’ve seen them in the vergil tags doin’ their same old thing, shitting and getting butthurt on the dmc games, and reaching out to writers on tumblr (users kinda like me) in hopes to isolate them like what happened to me and @gottahaveamain.

You’d think at this point that they’d might have learnt something, but no - apparently not. It’s in one ear and out the other, by the looks of it.

So either - they still don’t understand the consequences to their actions and have an incredible lack of self awareness, they are dying for attention, or they’re a straight-up masochist.

My money is on the first one, combined with extreme immaturity and stupidity.

So, @derelict-stranger - here’s a final message, since you didn’t seem to understand the first time.

I’m not a traitor. If anything, Me and other writers are the ones who was betrayed - because what we saw of you was someone who was genuinely kind and took interest in our content, but we were blind to the toxic shit that came out of your mouth. You’re duplicitous, and you only act kind or play the victim when it’s convenient for you, and you lack the decency to apologise.

Secondly - me calling you out has done a service to people who were still getting disgusting anons when you took down your account and didn’t know who they were from. Now that we know that you have your current blog, it makes it all the easier to know that the negativity in the fandom hasn’t left.

Thirdly - me and the 40-50+ people on this site aren’t the disgusting psychopaths that you paint us at. It’s you who’s disgusting. None of us, except for you, have been actively hating on people online or been saying racist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, death threats or rape threats on anon to people. We’re not cowards, like you. And if we did, we’d gave the decency to apologise and not use a) mental illness or b) our identity as an excuse. You do realise its hundreds of us, people who are doing great things vs. You - a lousy troll that has nothing else better to do it seems than to shit on people.

You do also realise that as you’ve sent more that 1 message on anon or hateful PMs to all 40-50+ of us, that gives us over 100-200+ nuggets of evidence to give into police as evidence of cybercrime - cause that’s a thing now. To use your own words that you said to me - “ You have no legs to stand on here”. If someone on this site turns in this evidence, then it’s adios to your biochem job, which you kind of deserve - because if you’re gonna harrass that many people, you deserve to feel misery in return. Imagine if your peers (highly doubt you have any) found out - what would they think?

Speaking of misery - if this fandom gives you so much depression and misery, then why are you still here? Like I said before, None of us want you here - and none of us should feel bad for having opinions that you don’t like. You do realise that if you don’t like something - you don’t have to say anything, and that you can scroll away to preserve your sanity. Ah - let’s be real, you probably don’t.

Also - you must be wondering “oh woe is me - why do I get so much hate from everyone” - well, it’s kind of fun to dunk on someone who recycles boring and lacklustre insults, and as you don’t seem to listen to reason anyway, it’s a little bit of fun do deflect from any possible hurt you may have caused us. Sorry if none of us have been pissing ourselves cause of your threats. :/

Also - repeat after me:

👏the 👏first👏amendment👏is👏not👏a👏good👏excuse👏for👏hateful👏comments👏

Just because you have the right to say something, doesn’t mean that you should. There are direct consequences to your actions these days - and the internet is a permanent record of your actions. This will bite you in the ass, someday. Every action has en equal and opposite reaction, so the more you hate on us, the more we take the piss out of you. Simple. As.

For the sake of the fandom:

- install IP strackers to keep track

- block and report as much hate that you receive

- if you are active on the dmc subreddits and the /v/ section on 4chan, block and report as well

-if you have the balls and the means, pursue legal action as tumblr is doing jack, no offense @staff

For the sake of yourself:

- actually log off if you are getting depressed from all this

- stay away from our tags

- stay away from reddit and 4chan

- I’d say deactivate your blog, but as you don’t learn anything you’ll come back anyway

- if you wanna have a clean slate, actually apologise for the things you say to us and maybe, all of us won’t dunk you you no more, but I doubt you will do that.

- finally, 🖕

@sakkajagga @diabeticsugarush

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soulmate au - percy jackson

in this au, the world is gray until you see your soulmate, then color starts gradually becoming visible. as soon as your soulmate dies or you fall out of love, the world goes black and white again. most of these are a mix of platonic and romantic soulmates, rather than just one. sometimes, it's one sided though- one person can see the other in color, while the latter is still seeing white and black. (ib @theolympusfiles ) okay, it's not very good, and im so so sorry but i kinda? like it

PERCY:

the first time he sees a little color is when his mother tells him what she did for him, staying with gabe all those years. he just noticed her blue eyes, and the way they turned to green in the light. "mom, I.." "I know, sweetie. I saw them the day you were born- your eyes are a gorgeous color."

the second time is when he first meets annabeth. it wasn't much- he just noticed the different colored beads of her necklace. he assumed it was a trick of the light, and besides- he just met this girl. they couldn't be soulmates. he didn't even like her that much as a friend.

overtime, as annabeth and him got closer, percy just kept seeing little flashes of color- here and there. some little things; the fact that annabeth's favorite book had a red? cover, her orange camp shirt, the blue shorts she always wore.

then he fell unto calypso's island- and he couldn't see what color anything was, he could barely remembered what orange looked like. until calypso brushed back her hair- he could see it was hazel-ish. when he chose to go back home he tried to not notice her hair go back to a faded gray color. it was better not to mention it- she probably didn't see any colors anyway.

when he returned to camp, and saw annabeth at his funeral- he could see her- all the colors of her. he noticed how pretty and light annabeth's hair was, how tan she was, how...what was he thinking? they were best friends. that's all.

but when they kissed underwater, percy saw the whole world in color. saw the sand's tannish yellow, the ocean's gorgeous blue, and he knew annabeth did as well because they broke away from their kiss- slowly- and just stared at each other. a minute passed. not a word spoken. percy's hope crumbled; she must not see anything. "y'know, you have the prettiest eyes, Seaweed Brain."

even when percy's memory was wiped, and all he could remember was one name, he knew why his world was in color, knew that he had met his soulmate, and that annabeth was his soulmate.

ANNABETH:

the first time was when she met luke. luke, all tall and handsome, smiling down at her, telling her she now had a home. it wasn't much- just enough that she saw that his backpack was a brownish murky color- not that romantic, but it was enough confirmation for annabeth. she had found her soulmate. she'd just wait till they were a little bit older. she wasn't stupid, of course.

the second time was when she first met percy, and saw his sneakers- bright, ugly neon sneakers, all torn up but nontheless in color. but it wasn't percy himself- no, it was because luke was nearby. yes.

before they left for the quest for the lightning bolt, annabeth noticed percy's sleek hair was a jet black color. she looked around but couldn't see luke in her line of sight. but then there he was, shoes in hand, passing them to percy. okay. that's okay.

when luke was outed as a traitor, annabeth could no longer see colors- unless they were related to percy; his shoes, his hair. annabeth knew it was because kronos was taking control of luke, that because of kronos' essence in him she couldn't see the colors. what other reason could there be?

when luke was making his sacrifice, annabeth's heart ached at how gray he was, and how she couldn't tell if he was dead or not because he looked the same dead and alive. when your soulmate died you couldn't see color- so why could she still see percy's ugly shoes? it just wasn't fair. luke was her soulmate.

the she and percy kissed, and it was like an electric wave through her whole body. for a second she was scared zeus was trying to kill percy- again- but when she opened her eyes, and he opened his, she knew why. she could see his eyes. like the color of his eyes. they were really gorgeous. and he was tan. and his hair almost shined, black as midnight but gorgeous. and she knew. knew percy was her soulmate; he'd always been her soulmate.

JASON:

the first time was when he met reyna- and she gave him his tattoo. the tattoo was so light black that he almost didn't notice the color shift at first- but, it was there. the black contrasted against the dark grey of the rest of the world around him. he liked reyna. he found himself wishing she was his soulmate.

when jason's memory was erased, his world turned gray once again. he knew he once saw a color though. he just knew.

then he saw piper. and he noticed how colorful her the feather tied into her hair was pink? at the end. "i like the feather" piper smiled. "it's just plain." "no, it's pink." piper smiled again, but a small, almost unnoticeable smile

when jason found out his memories had been stolen and that piper's and leo's had been fake he wondered if he had a soulmate before, before piper. if piper was his soulmate, which she probably wasn't. it was all fake. the color probably was too. and this reyna girl that mentioned- she seemed...important. maybe she was his soulmate?

then him and piper started dating for real- and his whole world just switched- he noticed how piper's eyes weren't one color- but multiple, everchanging. and that her half-chipped nail polish was a salmonish color, and that he clothes were mismatched but colorful, all beautiful.

when they went to camp jupiter, jason saw reyna. and- and she confessed her feelings for him- how the world was in color. for jason the world was in color, yes, but he knew it wasn't because of her. the world had been in color because of him and piper's first kiss. this reyna wasn't his soulmate- piper was. and jason felt horrible- but he couldn't do anything about it.

PIPER:

the first time she remembered seeing color, was when her and jason sat on the roof on their school. she noticed the blinding whiteish yellow of the stars shining down on them, and jason's equally bright hair.

but when she found out those memories were fake, all piper wanted was for the color to go away. and it did, some. only the stars stayed and his hair stayed. but none of that mattered because it was fake anyway. it was all fake.

then she fell for him. for real. and she felt as if he did too. she told the whole aphrodite cabin how he was hers- and suddenly she noticed how ugly those shame shoes were- and how she knew this because she could see color of them. she could see the color of the whole cabin.

when she stepped outside, though, it was gray there. only the cabin shone bright, pink and beautiful.

then jason kisses her. and it's real. and it's dark outside but she can tell- the world is in color.

and they have a relationship. a solid, good relationship. one that juno and aphrodite both describe as the perfect one. then it starts to not feel so perfect

that's when she breaks up with him. but the world's still in color. but the relationship seemed so forced by the gods, so how does she know this still isn't staged? that the colors aren't still fake?

then jason dies. and, first, piper prays that maybe, just maybe, it misses his heart. that he's still alive. then the world goes dark. not dark, like the sun. it just goes from color to not. jason was her soulmate. he always was. and now he was dead.

LEO:

the first time he saw color was when his mom got him out from the fire Tia Callida had put him in. he was too young to know what it meant- but he exclaimed the whole time- "wed! wed!" of course, esperanza knew that he was trying to say red. she had seen colors since leo was born, and before, when hephaestus and her had met.

then leo's mom died. so not only did leo feel responsible and miserable, but his world of course had to mirror that- with all the color slowly draining from the world around him.

through the years, he flirted with girls. staring hard and snapping his neck around to see them again, so as to see as if that was black, or gray. white, or yellow? man, what did yellow look like? he didn't know anymore.

then leo landed on calypso's island. and he noticed her hair was held together by gold ties. then he talked to her. she couldn't be his soulmate; she was insufferable.

then it was time for him to go- and just as he was leaving the world came into color. thrilled, leo turned around to tell her, but then realized he couldn't see ogyia anymore. but he'd see it her again. she was his soulmate, after all.

then he died. and came back. and headed straight for ogygia- where the world was still in color. he just hoped it was the same for her.

and then they started dating- and it was as if all the world's colors got 10x brighter.

HAZEL:

the first time she saw color was when sammy stood up for her at recess. she noticed the color of the jewel she gave him- a beautiful, rich purple.

the next time was her last birthday with him, when he took her horseriding and set out a picnic. she saw that the icing on the cupcake was pink. "i didn't know what your favorite color was." sammy saw it too. they were soulmates.

then hazel died. and went to the underworld. but the world was still a little colored; sammy was still her soulmate. a couple of months? years? decades? passed, then the world. just. went back before color. was sammy dead? had it truly been that long? no; she probably just had moved on. but she knew she hadn't. she knew he was dead. knew he was her soulmate. knew that her only soulmate had died.

then nico brought her back. and hazel saw the littlest dash of color, not much though, since nico was wearing all black. they were going to be friends. soulmates. they're siblings, after all.

when nico brought hazel to camp, she saw this one kid, tall, maybe asian? chinese? wearing a purple shirt. A PURPLE SHIRT, A FULL ON PURPLE SHIRT. was this her soulmate? or another friend? or just because of nico?

then frank and her went on a quest with percy, and they went in one of hazel's flashbacks together. hazel saw how frank's eyes widened with terror- and that they were brown. and that his hair was black. and- she could see colors. all colors- the whole world full of colors. and suddenly frank's eyes weren't just wide from the flashback. "your hair is gorgeous. a pretty brownish color."

then they started dating. and hazel knew all colors- not just blue, but turqoise, not just pink, but magenta, not just yellow but beige, she knew and saw all of them.

she had a soulmate. frank was her soulmate.

FRANK:

frank doesn't really remember when he first saw color; he was so young. he remembered when it went away, though. he'll always remember. his mother died, and the world went black and white. he felt miserable

then grandma zhang passed him the woodstick, and he noticed it was brown. or maybe that was his memory; he could still remember the idea of some colors. besides, his grandma sending him away shouldn't make him love her more. but then he noticed his grandma had a new ring on- and it was blue. that couldn't be a memory. "love you grandma." "oh, hush."

some colors he could see- but only things related to his grandma- like the color of teacups, of old books, of photographs of his mom. but he still couldn't see everything, his heart still hurt from having lost his best soulmate.

then hazel came to camp. and it wasn't much- but frank swore her eyes were gold. that was probably just memory. he just met her. she was sweet, though.

then she took him into her flashback, and he was amazed by how cool it was back then. how colorful it was back then. he could see colors. hazel was his soulmate. and his soulmate has the most gorgeous eyes.

"i'd say something romantic but we gotta get back."

and they did. and when they did, the colors were almost singing to frank, saying "you'vegot a soulmate" frank smiled, then laughed because he knew if he told any of his friends that they would have a field day with it. but frank didn't care; him and hazel were soulmates

REYNA:

the first time she saw color was when she and hylla were going separate ways- reyna to camp jupiter and hylla to rule the amazons. she noticed hylla's lips had red on them- blood. it wasn't the best thing to see, but it was reassuring. reassuring to know what happened with her father wouldn't happen with her and hylla

the second time she saw a hint of color was when she met jason. he had these bright, electric blue eyes. and he was eyeing her tattoo. did he see the color of it?? was he her soulmate?? was she his soulmate??

then jason left. and reyna was heartbroken. the only thing keeping her together was the color still in the world- the color letting her know jason was still alive.

and then this percy kid arrived at camp, with blue eyes like jason- almost crazier, as if that were possible. as if he held the whole sea in his eyes. reyna wanted desperately to believe that was because they were soulmates. but she knew this was a stretch. especially when his girlfriend judoflipped him. keyword: girlfriend.

then jason came back on the same boat percy's girlfriend- with another girl. but that didn't mean anything, right? reyna's world was still colorful; jason was her soulmate. but was she his? she had to find out. so she told him. told him he was her soulmate. and he rejected her, albeit very nicely, but still.

reyna wanted the color gone. she wanted it all gone. she hated color. and she hated how she didn't hate color at the same time. because at least he was alive. but it still hurt. hurt that he was with somebody else, hurt that he didn't even notice how much she was hurt.

then one day the color just. faded. at first, reyna was terrified. terrified that jason had died. that her soulmate had died. but then she talked to the seven. and jason. and he was alive. and she knew that she just fell out of love. even seeing hylla's eye color didn't help-

then she met nico, and went on a quest with him. and the world became colorful again. all was okay. reyna knew it wasn't romantic, knew he was like her brother. but it helped. to have a soulmate. for the world to be colorful again. because of him and hylla- reyna's two friend soulmates.

NICO:

the first time he saw color was when he and bianca were at the academy, when he saw her olive beanie. that made sense though; they were best friends. but still the whole world wasn't colored.

then he met percy. and he looked at this camp shirt he was wearing- an ugly orange shirt. holy hera, he could see orange. that didn't mean anything though, because bianca was there.

then bianca left. then nico made percy swore to keep her safe, nico barely able to get out the words while looking at percy's piercing blue eyes. then bianca died. but nico could still see percy's stupid shirt. his stupid eyes. his stupid-

then it was the titan war- and he saw this kid with bright yellow hair patching up percy. this kid was cute, but this kid wasn't percy. and nico knew that's why he saw the kid's hair. because of percy. he hated that, but at least he didn't have two soulmates running around. one was enough.

then he met his sister, hazel. and he noticed her eyes, bright gold irises full of hope yet lots of sadness. he knew they were soulmates. the kind of soulmates him and bianca once were.

then came the giant war and that one kid from the titan war- will. will wore really bright clothes. nico looked around. so where was percy?

then nico saw percy, and saw no color to him. then he saw will, fully colored. and he knew he had a soulmate. and it wasn't percy. "you're cute, but you're not my type."

then nico tells will he likes his hair, the color of his hair. and then will smiles, and smile that reaches his eyes. then the whole world's in color. then nico and will are dating, and they are soulmates, nico knows this.

WILL:

will didn't see color until nico. not that he could remember, anyway

after nico shadow traveled, will could see his clothes hanging off of him with sweat. he was exhausted. and why wouldn't he be? he was wearing all black in ninety degree weather. oh. black. black was a color

will turned away. "well, i need to give you a check up."

then nico tells will he has a crush on him, that he likes his yellow hair- nico can see the color too, and suddenly the colors filled up the world

then they started dating. and nico was proud of it, called will his boyfriend. and will could see the pink of nico's blush on his cheeks, burning bright. it felt like a reminder. a reminder that him and nico were soulmates. will had found his soulmate.

CALYPSO:

at this point, calypso couldn't remember the first time she saw color if she tried

but she always remembers how the color leaves, in slow motion, as of the gods want her punishment to be even worse.

it stopped for awhile, maybe for..a decade. nobody came so the grey stayed, but at least that meant nobody left.

then came percy- who lit the island up. and calypso hated it. hated him. hated how he stared at her hair. hated how she knew he was bound to leave- bound to take the color away again. so she asked him to stay. and of course he couldn't

the only comfort she got from the color staying was knowing that he didn't die. but it still hurt nontheless; she'd just have to wait a while for the color to eventually start to fade

and then she cursed annabeth. the words were like poison, slowly melting away the color from the island. yet again, she had fallen out of love. hopefully percy wasn't dead.

then leo came. with his bright, eccentric toolbelt. and his brown suspenders. ugh. she just wanted color to be gone again. this dude was annoying. and it was annoying how he wasn't annoying. how she loved him.

as he left, she gave him a quick kiss. "those blue jeans look good on you!" it was as if she shot him, he got so quiet. she knew he didn't see the colors, why should he? none of them ever had said anything about them- "I'll come back for you calypso! you and your golden hairties!"

days went by, maybe weeks. then the color left, the slowest it ever had. but she was still thinking of him. leo had died.

then he came back to oygia- before all the color had even faded. and the color bloomed back in full affect as he boosted her up on festus, as they flew away from oygia into the blue sky. calypso had found her soulmate. her and leo were soulmates

It’s 1:30 in the morning and ive been laying awake for over two hours now and i was just... thinking.

Thinking about how blind and stupid ive been.

These past couple years ive been so confused about relationships and dating and having crushes that i just forgot about it bc im too busy doing other stuff. Im finishing my degree and spending time on myself and with my best friends and ive been content not thinking about anything in the romance department.

But i started thinking about the stuff ive been through the last couple years regarding my previous crushes and my sexuality crisis. When i moved to wisconsin i almost immediately had feelings for this one specific guy but when i had the opportunity to confess (even when i knew he reciprocated the interest), i froze up and never really thought about it again. I thought it was too soon and i was too scared to say anything.

Then i got even more distracted when i liked this girl for a long time, to the point where i even CONFESSED. I confessed before summer vacation to give her time to think about things, which ultimately led to rejection when the fall semester came around. Tbh tho, thank fucking god cause that girl is a class A bitch and shes with someone as equally shitty and i really dodged a bullet.

Then, i was like 1000% sure that i finally figured out my sexual orientation. Im a lesbian. 100% into women, not even romantically interested in guys, not at all. Just gay. Only girls. I thought that my fleeting crushes on boys were just me being lonely and as a result id develop a “crush” on anyone who was nice to me.

But i just... cant stop thinking about him. I just think about him and he makes me smile and i want to spend time with him and i get sad when i go long periods of time without seeing him. I hate that im too shy to really ask to hang out with him outside of anime club too much cause its almost like if i do that then im going to fall hard and i dont know what id do then.

It even extends beyond just having similar interests. His hugs are so warm and comforting and even then there are other fleeting touches. How he’ll put his arm around me sometimes and literally every time i see him he’ll compliment me and tell me i look good or hot or whatever. Every time im down on myself hes there to encourage me.

But ive already told him (and basically everyone) that im gay, and ill make silly comments about getting a gf one day and that he should TOTALLY introduce me to some of his other lgbtq+ friends so i may hit it off with one of them. But really... maybe this whole time ive been into him? The way he talks to me makes me feel like he still has feelings for me too.

He always says how im “gf goals” and that im going to make someone really happy one day and i always found it really sweet. And idk... maybe... if i just give it a shot... i could try it? With him? Try dating him?

Im just so scared because hes just... the most caring and sweet guy ive ever met and if i did try dating him and find out that i really am gay, that all these confusing feelings ARE just me being lonely, itd break his heart. He doesnt deserve to have something like that happen to him, esp if he really does like me in that way. He just deserves so much better than me; someone whos often distracted, confused on what i really want and who i am... i dont know what to do, or even how to take that final step if i decided to pursue it.

It doesnt help that i literally dont have anyone to talk to about this stuff. My bff is really weird with romantic stuff and they also know him as well, and i feel like if i told them about these conflicting feelings i have theyd be... disappointed? I dont know how to describe it. I guess just after years and years of affirming that im a lesbian and have no interest in guys to suddenly come out and be like “hey i kinda really unironically wanna date this cis guy” theyd be floored and possibly weirded out? Sigh, idk...

I just really like him and i only have a semester left at whitewater to be around him. I feel like im running out of time. I should just go for it!! But then the other part of me is like NO FOOL DONT DO THAT UR GOING TO FUCK IT UP!!

Uuuuuuggghhhh

Prompt Challenge With Friends

I invited my friends, @bluemoonfantasiesii and @mahi-does-some-art, to join me in a writing a prompt posted on @write-it-motherfuckers‘s lovely blog~~

WIM, thank you for all your hard work!! I’ve always liked the prompts you’ve posted and sometimes I’d get inspired but I was never crazy inspired, you know? But until I saw “darling really” and there was such a sassiness that I couldn't help but like and I just, really wanted to writing something to go with it!! Low and behold, I did write something and I got to read my friends work in the process!

So, many thanks to Master WIM! Please enjoy my work under the keep reading line!!

The Prompt Used

Note: The characters  and the location: Loystin, are of my own creation! Azben Katrina is my OC not actually me! Adalant and Marcie are twin sisters. The Baboon King is a creature; an image I picked up from Google, used for reference then named it such because honestly, the creature looked baboonish lmao. Also, the world just might be it really is im sorry lmao heavily inspired by my sudden obsession with MXTX couples and the Xianxia novel genre. Any other questions can be answered through reblog, reply, or an ask!

Warnings: Minor blood and gore, profanity, possible same sex flirting, violence and probably more but im not too worried so *shrugs*

Adalant swore immediately.

“Why the fuck are we here?”

Azben grinned, tapping her chin with an elongated nail.

“To do a lil fun.”

Adalant growled, glaring heatedly at the huffing warrior.

“But you were sworn to ho--”

“Lalala, I can't hear you, lala--”

“You--”

“LALALA--” She laughed loudly, leaning back to avoid the swipe of Adalant’s bat, nail head plucking at the fabric of her robes. She took a step back and straightened, amused at Adalant’s ruffledness.

“House arrest. I will get in trouble.” She said edgedly, sharp as she turned away and made for the forest ahead of them.

Azben huffed a breath, catching up to Adalant’s side. “Yea, but leave it to me! I have a plan~!” She smiled and winked, bumping their shoulders affectionately. Adalant shied away, hissing angirly, swinging her bat to rest on her shoulder, trudging forward, not making an effort to actually lead her friend back. While Adalant and Azben were on equal footing for almost anything, Azben had her beat in quick wits, her need to make jokes and ruffles feathers and rub them the wrong way, the desperate need to make chaos everywhere, absolutely being the clown was Azben’s job and talent. Adalant sighed and let go of her annoyance at being tricked once more, especially tricked into getting Azben off the estate.

She glanced at her partner, watching her eyes crincial with laughter in the corner, green eyes dark with mirth, looking ahead. Her lips were constantly pulled into a smile, large and bright, yet teasing, maybe a half-smirk if you wanted to look at it that way.

“What are we hunting?” She asked, becoming eager for the fight ahead of them, suddenly excited by the thrill that fluttered fleetingly in her chest.

“The Baboon King.” Azben said idly, like she didn't just suggest that they take on a dragon level disaster that was claimed by Adalant’s sister two days ago. Adalant swallowed and closed her eyes to pray to her sister, asking for forgiveness for her foolish friend. She opened them to a large tree root.

“Okay.” She said quietly, straddling the large tree root to slip onto the other side, rolling her eyes as Azben made a show of flipping into the air and landed into a crouch, back arching as she quickly straightened with the grace of a feline. Azben glanced her way and Adalant could feel the burn of her stare and faintly, Adalant could see Azben raise a brow.

“Not curious--”

“No, not really. You probably promised her a lap dance for later.”

There was a deep breath and Adalant closed her eyes once again as Azben gasped dramatically, an obvious tilt in her voice as she whined, as if she had been wronged.

“How dare you! As if I would stoop that low for- for a beast hunt! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Azben cried and pouted, bottom lip rolling out cutely, all red and wet. Her eyelashes glittered with tears and the way her green eyes sparkled with light and her brows furrowed with gentle lines, Azben gave the image of a kicked puppy, sniffling quietly and blinking rapidly, as if willing the tears away.

Adalant snorted.

Azben crossed her arms tightly across her chest, huching her shoulders. She glared at her yet still completely looked kick. Honestly, Adalant’s chest swelled to offer her a pat on the shoulder and a few words but Adalant also knew it was a way for Azben to get to her, so Adalant could only rub faintly at her chest to dull the ache with a frown.

“You’re my dearest friend, sister!” She huffed, “Yet you accuse me of improper behaviour and breaking regulations!”

“Which you owned up to and even said you’d help me avoid punishment.” Adalant pointed out and maybe, she should have questioned the glint in Azben’s eyes that broke her ‘kicked puppy image’ but Adalant was too focused on balancing on the log across a ravine they had found after a few minutes of walking. She crossed without much thought, Azben’s whole licked-puppy image fading to her nonchalant look, walking across the log without a care, long and loose braid mused in the wind as a draft blew up. She visibly shivered and pressed her robes against her thighs, frowning.

“These things are so long yet I still feel a breeze, what the hell.” She grumbled, dissatisfied with her family’s winter clothing.

They continued on, walking through the underbrush and over roots, Azben animatedly chattering away, poking fun at Adalant and taking an interest in the small fungi and large blooms of winter plants, blue and white petals, purple mushrooms and black vein like roots that wiggled at their boots as they passed. It was as the sun rose to the middle of the cloudy sky that Azben finally hushed, quieting to a seriousness that befitted the beast up ahead, target of their illegal beast hunt.

It was also then that Adalant started to smell the heavy musk of sweat and freshly turned soil, sniffing experimentally at the air for a real scent. Her nose wrinkled as iron flooded her nostrils, salt and green odor with the stale scent of disturbed still water. She felt the air next to her shift, Azben’s nail skittering down her sleeve and making a circle at her elbow. Straight ahead? She glanced back and nodded, pulling her bat from her shoulder and readying herself. She slowed her steps and made her stride longer, shifting forward and squinting ahead. Azben shifted through large leaves, her frame disappearing from sight, her tail a slithering snake as it trailed along.

Adalant waded through thick undergrowth and vines, swinging under a wide and heavy vine that hung low but too high for her to easily cross over. Adalant listened and found the forest devoid of sound, an immediate sign to a disturbance but faintly, she could hear a few birds tweeting away.

The blood from before was way heavy in the air as it clung to her body, probably masking her scent and even Azben’s strange brand of ‘smelling me is like smelling a very fragrant flower in a summer heat’ scent. Maybe it was a deer of sorts? A large animal from the irony yet musky warmed fur smell of a long haired creature.

Sunlight shone heavy upon the clearing she peeked into, blinking blindingly at the sudden touch of brightness. The clearing was small but stretching, medium rocks set into arches that towered over her, and strange statues of sorts, grey and black in colour. White flowers grew, pretty and dainty. Yet, her eyes only fell onto the massive beast sitting, its back to her.

She dared to not breath the curses that waterfalled into her throat, her breath caught at the sheer height of the King. Muscles was the first thing to come to mind, then berry red because its back was probably a brick wall with iron plating, bulging and bright red with white stretch marks. Its arms were thick, a white tail languidly flicking in the grass, white and grey fur a mane with black streaks. Knees poked out from its flanks, knee caps with a crusted look to them. Her eyes widened in bewilderment when hands with talons for fingers threw a bone back, Adalant’s mind now registering the tinged red skull that seemingly looked up at her from her feet. She swallowed her gasp and ducked quickly, feeling the bone sail way past her head, her hair picked up in the wake of the force of its power.

Its hand was wide, large, easily able to crush her head within its palm alone, talons looking like jagged rocks, black with a violet light from the sun above. Its muscles flexed and she was amazed at the sheer fear that gripped her heart tight, lungs painfully cut off from the air she desperately needed. Adalant didn't dare to straighten herself, listening to the King grunt and the cracking of bones as they splintered and the slurping sound that made her stomach flip.

Azben wanted to fight this thing. The thing that could easily crush their skulls, dismember them and eat them. Her heart already sung with fear from its back alone. Imagining its face wasn't the brightest of ideas and she swallowed painfully through the tightness of her throat. Yet, she found herself easing forward. Remembering all the strategies her and Azben had planned for beast’s of this magnitude. Her bat was held tight in her right hand, chest taut as she approached.

She was hiding behind one of the many rock arches when Azben finally appeared again.

And appear she did. Quite literally.

She appeared above the beast, arms crossed and her own talons prepared for an attack, a faint glow of green around them. She was silent as she fell, the sun blinding. Adalant watched the beast look, because he wasn't stupid, quite the intelligent beast, his hand blocking the sun but she was still a dark shadow to him, light flowing past her form and Adalant’s feared dulled to a shallow burn in her stomach.

The thrill of the fight came forward as Azben came down, talons raking through its mane and tearing through its shoulder and half its face, its roar of pain deafening as her body leapt forward into the beginning fray, her bat pulled back and cutting through the air.

She could only grin maniacally as Azben’s snarl of pleasure fitted between them, dark and sadistic in their first attack.

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The sun was falling when Marcie bounded out from the tree tops, her growl of anger overshadowing their laughter and they both squaked in indignation, crying out as their arms were twisted behind them and Azben whined as electricity crackled to life in her ankles.

“Adalant Kuygetsa of Loystin and Azben Katrina of the North, you will be sentenced to three months of copying the family rules and attending the stables! Azben, you broke house arre…”

Adalant glared once more at Azben, her cheeky grin too big for a fool in trouble.

Under her sister’s list of broken regulations, Adalant hissed her accusation, “You said you’d help me avoid punishment! I trusted you,” She whispered and could only falter in her anger and betrayal when the dragon woman winked and purred,

“A horrible idea darling, really.”

And how Adalant screamed when she was refused the right to bloody her friends beautiful face.

JuLance Day 15 - Lazy Afternoon

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day 15/31 - Lazy Afternoon

Set at the beginning of Lance and Keith’s day running around Cuba 

(Sorry I keep getting these out so late!)

Day 15: Lazy Afternoon

From 8am to 3pm the usually loud and boisterous McClain house is eerily quiet. Everyone is off to work or school with the exception of Luís, who works at night. This leaves Lance with a sizable amount of downtime in the few days that he’s been home and he’s a little restless.

And restless, bored Lance may or may not lead to some questionable decisions.

Like the decision to text Keith to come over.

<<11:43 AM>>

hey u busy today?

Keith <<11:44 AM>>

Not really. Why?

<<11:45 AM>>

u still wanna hang out? i can show u where the bst garlic knots are

As soon as Lance realizes he impulsively wrote out and hit “send” on that text his face falls and he throws his phone to the corner of his childhood bed before promptly burying his face in a pillow to scream.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thinks, letting out a groan. Super subtle, Lance! Might as well just tell him I have a massive crush on him at this point! And garlic knots?! You’re gonna show him Garlic Knots?! Who are you?!

Lance’s self-berating is then interrupted by a small buzz coming from his phone. Lance gasps and snaps up from his pillow to grab at his phone, heart hammering in his chest all the while. Too impatient to prepare himself for Keith’s response, he opens up the text.

Keith <<11:47 AM>>

Yeah, that sounds good. What time?

Lance screams.

<<11:47 AM>>

whatevers good for u im free all day

Keith <<11:47 AM>>

Cool. I’ll be there in five.

“FIVE?!” Lance shouts, eyes going wide as he jumps out of his bed to get to the bathroom. He styled his hair earlier in the morning, but he fusses with it anyway. In a rush, he looks down at his clothes--just a blue-striped tank and board shorts since it’s hot and humid out.

Oh god, should I change? I should change, Lance thinks as he heads to his modest closet. He thumbs through a couple of shirts on hangers then comes to a halt, stopped by a burgeoning thought.

This isn’t a date.

It’s not a date, he repeats to himself, letting his hand gently float down and away from his clothes.

The realization hurts more than it should. He resolved months ago to let Keith go. Were there times where Lance thought that maybe Keith felt the same? Sure. But after what Pidge told him, Lance has lost all hope. All of his expectations were the product of blind optimism, but he should have known from the beginning that Keith wouldn’t be interested in someone like him.

It’s not even that Lance thinks the absolute worst of himself either; the past few months of training and talking with Shiro have made him feel more needed, more essential. He’s not as quick to berate himself but…

But that doesn’t mean he’s still anywhere near being in Keith’s league.

With a sigh he closes his closet and as soon as he does, the sunlight filtering into his room suddenly gets snuffed out, like night has descended upon Cuba in an instant.

It doesn’t take long for Lance to realize it’s just the massive Black Lion flying overhead as it lands right next to Red in his family’s acres-long yard.

Lance slips on some flip-flops, grabs his cell phone and runs outside to meet him.

Keith is in his usual black and red jacket get-up, but it’s immediately disorienting seeing him there in Lance’s yard. Keith and home are two very separate concepts that he’s never really tried to meld together, and now that they’re mixing, Lance isn’t sure how to feel.

Yorak is coming down the ramp with Keith and as soon as he spots Lance he perks up, then disappears in a flash. Lance, after months of this shtick, hunkers down and braces for impact, knowing full well Yorak plans to pounce on him.

Like clockwork, Yorak does exactly that, but Lance is ready and only takes a few steps back instead of toppling over. Yorak pants in his face and lands a slobbering kiss to Lance’s cheek which has Lance laughing.

“Yorak!” Keith calls and Yorak swivels his head to look at him, then gets off Lance and bounds back to Keith again. “Sorry, Lance. Think he missed you.”

“What’s not to miss? But naw, don’t worry about it,” Lance says, wiping off his face with the back of his hand.

Keith smiles at Lance easily and then takes a look at his surroundings. “So, this is where you grew up, huh?”

“Yup! You officially unlocked my origin story, so congrats!”

“Wow, I’m honored,” Keith says, his face and tone flat.

“You should be. My origin story comes with garlic knots and mamá’s empanadas, so I’d start being nice to me, Mullet.”

“You keep talking about these garlic knots. Are they really that good?”

“Oh my god, Keith. Keeeith. You haven’t lived, my man. That is the first thing we’re doing today.”

Making sure to leave Yorak at Lance’s since he didn’t think the locals would receive a magic space wolf well, they get garlic knots.

And Lance wears the smuggest smile he can manage when Keith eats his at a rate that shouldn’t be humanly possible and buys a second batch.

“So Keith, were they really that good?” Lance asks as they walk down the boardwalk that runs parallel to the ocean.

“Ugh, shut up. I knew you’d be insufferable if I liked them.”

“Maybe just admit I’m always right and I’ll stop being insufferable.”

“Not on your life.”

“Then suffer.”

They blink at each for a second before dissolving into laughter and it’s nice to hear Keith laugh again. The last leg of their trip to Earth was rough on everyone and none of them got a lot of laughs in.

When Keith finishes his garlic knots he throws them away in a nearby bin, then promptly takes off his jacket and wraps it around his waist.

“Black said it was hotter in Arizona, so why do I feel like I’m melting here?” Keith says, rolling up his t-shirt sleeves so he’s now wearing a make-shift tank.

“Oh, yeah. That’s humidity, my dude. You’re used to a dry heat. The water in the air makes it feel hotter or something,” Lance says, a little late because he might have gotten distracted.

“Yeah, well, no offense, but I hate it.”

Lance barks out a laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold that one against you.”

“Generous,” Keith says sarcastically, but he flashes him a smile and god, Lance wishes he would stop doing that. It’s making Operation: Get Over Keith much harder.

They continue their walk down the boardwalk, not bothering to hurry and just enjoying the lazy afternoon, when Keith points to some wooden railing that looks out over the ocean.

“Can we check that out for a sec?” he asks.

Lance shrugs. “Yeah, sure.”

Keith leads the way to the railing, looking out at the ocean while he does, and with a natural grace and ease that Lance considers synonymous with him, he grabs the railing, then leans his forearms against it. There’s an excited little smile on his face and a gentle sea breeze cards through his black hair making him look like a model on a shoot.

The universe is really out to get me, he decides.

Lance quickly joins him, also leaning his folded arms on the railing and he takes in the scenery. He’s seen the ocean countless times, but seeing it after all this time stirs something deep within Lance—something that’s equal parts pride, love, and protectiveness. This is his home and he’s never going to take it for granted again.

“I’ve never seen the ocean before.”

Lance stops and turns his head to face Keith. He’s still looking out at the ocean with the same pleased smile, but there’s a softness in his eyes that makes Lance’s heart ache.

“What?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been anywhere on Earth other than Arizona, so y’know, landlocked state.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah. I guess it is.”

“I get why you missed it so much. I didn’t really think the ocean was all that magical or anything, but now that I’m seeing it…” Keith trails off and Lance smiles at him, then looks back out.

“Yeah.”

They go quiet for a while and bask in the beauty of the scenery. There are seagulls squawking, surfers riding the waves that crash upon the shore, and the air is filled with the strong smell of salt and sunscreen.

And it’s nice. It’s nice being here, sharing this part of him, with Keith. No matter how Keith feels about him, he’ll always be an important person to Lance, so he’s happy to show him this part of who he is. Lance is a boy made of sun and salt and palm trees--this place is as much a part of him as being the Paladin of the Red Lion, so being able to show Keith is...well, he’s not sure how to describe that feeling. All he knows is that it’s important to him.

Lance turns his head to ask Keith if he wants to move, but he goes silent when he sees Keith is already looking at him. He clearly hadn’t meant to get caught since he bristles and looks back out, face a little pink now.

“What?” Lance asks, unsure of why he’d have such a reaction.

“I—nothing! I just…”

“Just what?”

“Um,” Keith starts, doing his best not to look Lance in the eyes. “I was just gonna say that I didn’t notice how many freckles you have. They’re practically covering your shoulder.”

Lance blinks and angles his head to look at the smattering of freckles on his shoulder. “Oh, yeah. I’m covered. They’re a little faded now though.”

Keith has recovered from his embarrassment a little and looks back at Lance’s shoulder. Lance can’t understand it, but he looks almost hypnotized by them.

“How do you even get so many?” Keith asks, like he’s telling Lance a secret.

“My mom used to say they were kisses from God. I mean, it probably has something to do with sun exposure and not wearing sunscreen but…” Lance trails off, also keeping his voice low, though he doesn’t know why, not sure why this conversation should be as intimate as it is.

“I think,” Keith starts before he raises his hand to Lance’s freckled shoulder and his fingertips brush it with the lightest of touches. “I like the kisses from God explanation better.”

Lance is holding his breath at the contact and he feels like his heart is going to explode if it doesn’t start slowing down right now. He watches Keith in this singular, long moment as he just keeps his eyes on Lance’s shoulder, dark eyelashes casting shadows against the skin around his eyes.

“Me too,” Lance whispers.

Keith hums in acknowledgment, eyes still transfixed and Lance has a sudden vision. He sees Keith press himself a little closer to Lance, affectionate and sure, to just brush his lips over Lance’s freckles.

Lance's face goes red at his own shamelessness, though it doesn’t stop him from wanting Keith to do it just the same.

But Keith doesn’t.

Because it’s not like that.

Keith likes somebody else.

Too soon, Keith pulls away, his eyes suddenly going wide and he looks around like he’s not sure how he got there. He turns then, his back to Lance and the hand that was touching Lance’s shoulder twitching.

“Um, where should we go next?” Keith asks and Lance’s chest aches. It’s always like this with Keith--he thinks he’s catching up to him, but he pulls away again, just out of reach, like the tide.

“We can check out the tide pools? Poke some sea slugs.”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Keith says, walking on ahead.

And it’s a sight that’s almost as familiar to Lance as the ocean—Keith’s back, leaving him behind like it always does.  

Story of a Doomed Demigod- Chapter 1

Welp I tried to post this once but it’s not showing up really hope it’s not gonna come up twice

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Alright, pay attention, because I don’t have a lot of time. I’ve managed to cast a simple shield spell around the house, but it won’t last too long. They’ll find me soon enough. They always do. I’ve decided to record all the weird, freaky, and awful things I’ve encountered ever since I found out what I am

My own personal horror story started when I was twelve.

I had just run away from my home in Pennsylvania when the basilisk saw me. It was the third time I had “run away” in a month, but I wasn’t planning on going back anyways. I was in some nameless town on the Delaware river when I saw the weird snake creature slithering down the street. At first, I was too afraid to move. I stupidly thought: hey, if I don’t move, maybe it can’t see me! It’s strange how easy it was for me to forget that basilisks and t-Rex’s weren’t the same animal.

Despite my amazing knowledge of dinosaurs, the basilisk saw me and began slithering more menacingly towards me. Standing at the dock, I did the only thing I could think of. I jumped into the river.

Luckily, I had jumped in a place where the river wasn’t so wide. I swam as fast as I could (which wasn’t too fast to be honest) and dragged myself into land. I turned around and saw that the monster had not followed me into the water.

Even though I was still gasping for air, I took off inland. I knew it wouldn’t take long for it to find a way across. I’m still not sure why it didn’t jump in. Maybe it didn’t like water? Can basilisks swim? As I ran, I realized I had border hopped into New York. Was that illegal? I’m still not sure.

I mentally added border hopping to my list of crimes (which was growing longer by the day) and tried to figure out where I was.

I ran out of energy way too soon and almost collapsed outside of a walmart. Judging by the signs, I was in a town called sparrow bush. Pretty stupid name for a town if you ask me, but whatever. I was about to walk into the Walmart to get some food add shoplifting to my lost of crimes when I realized I was still soaking wet. It was an abnormally warm April day, so I hadn’t noticed. I sighed and continued walking down the street, hoping to spot somewhere to spend the night.

Three hours later, some how hopelessly lost in the small town of sparrow bush, and no closer to finding somewhere to stay, I decided I was going to break into Walmart and spend the night there. Tragically, it had closed and hour ago (seriously, what Walmart closes at eight pm?). I walked into the alley next to it, trying to figure out the best entry point, when I heard people coming.

I slipped behind a cardboard box and grabbed what was nearest to me, which happened to be a broken bottle, to use as a weapon.

I held my breath as two people entered the alley. “I heard something, I swear.” One boy said.

“Oh, of course you did. Just like how you saw a drakon in the zoo.” the other replied sarcastically. A drakon? What the hell was a drakon?

They continued down the alley despite the sarcastic comments of boy #2. Unfortunately, as they passed by me, a rat decided it was the perfect time to go for a walk. Across my leg.

I stood up and accidentally launched the rat at boy #1, which terrified him beyond belief. Boy #2 turned towards me and whipped out a sword. I was too stunned to do anything but stare at it. He had a SWORD. Not one of those lame anime katanas they sell at hottopic, either. A three foot long, faintly glowing, bronze sword.

“Y-you can see it?” Boy number two stammered. I stared at him in disbelief.

“Of course I can see it! I would have to be blind not to!” I was yelling at that point. To be fair to me, I was twelve, and a kid with a sword was preparing to fight me in an alley.

Boy number one, who had partially recovered from his encounter with the rat, turned to boy number two. “Do you think she’s mortal? Or is she like us?” What was that supposed to mean? I guess my expression must have conveyed that message, because boy number two replied with “Shut up Trevor! You’re freaking her out!”

“IM freaking her out?” The boy who must have been Trevor yelled, “you’re the one with the huge sword, Zack!”

If I’m being honest, both of them were freaking me out equally. MORTAL? Who uses words like that? Unless...

“Are you guys more monsters?” I asked, sounding was more scared than I wanted to let on.

The two boys, Trevor and Zack, look at me with pity. “No were not monsters. We fight them, actually.” They spoke like they were comforting a lost puppy or something, which I did not appreciate.

“That’s wonderful. Because a huge evil snake chased me here from Pennsylvania, and I’m pretty sure it’s still after me,” I replied, trying desperately to sound tough.

“A basilisk?” Trevor looked to be on the edge of a full breakdown, which i guess he was. “If it was chasing you, then... Zack, she’s definitely like us.” I still didn’t know what he meant. How could I have? Before I could ask, Zack started talking.

“Who are you?”

Should I have given him a fake name? Probably. Definitely would have been helpful now. But I didn’t. In my defense, I was twelve, and still fairly innocent.

“Tanya,” I answered. “Who are you?”

“I’m Za-“

I cut him off with “I already know your names. You’ve said them a hundred times. I mean what are you?”

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oookie dokie well that happened. let me know if you guys actually want to hear more of this 😊

A Meta on Madness

Here’s the thing with Targaryen madness. Most weren’t just born raving mad.  They developed it. Some as early as childhood, others well into adulthood; sometimes even instigated by some event (like the Defiance of Duskendale which affected Aerys II Targaryen’s madness). Grand Maester Phycelle even commented how Aerys had been “a good man. such a charmer....” until he became obsessed with his dreams of “fire & blood”. 

It seems that that is the commonality. Fire & Blood. And also obsession. Most of the “madness” starts out as personality traits, like unchecked outbursts and impusliveness. Some form of violence (during said outbursts) develops shortly thereafter. Mixed in is usually a god-like self-image and some personal obsession / quest. Also paranoia. Delusions and hallucinations, for the most part, dont develop all that fast. Theyre “charming good men” with hot heads, and that slowly escelates, little by little until it begins to snowball. Again, some earlier than others. 

But obsession seems to be reaccuring throught all the circumstances. 

They fixate on something (Fire & Blood, religion, beliefs, etc) and take it too far, and the more they do, the more obsessed they become, the more the ‘madness’ seems to set in. 

King Baelor the Blessed was overzealously obsessed with religion and purity, to the point that he starved himself into an early grave because he believed that food is of this world, and the material world is sinful.

Prince Aerion Brightflame, son of King Maekar and nephew of the Prince Rhaegel. Aerion killed himself drinking wildfire, believing it would turn him into a dragon.

Visery’s ‘madness’ (mostly outbursts, paranoia, and cruelty), according to Daenerys at least, was linked/instigated to a somewhat traumatic event; the selling of their mother’s crown. My guess is that he was old enough to be traumatized by the events that sent them into exhile, put all his hopes and dreams into that crown, idolized it, and losing it was kind of the final push. 

Madness ≠ Certified Crazy Person

In fact I dont even really like the term madness, because it denotes that the Targaryen in question is 24/7 insane. And dont get me wrong, some def are. But in GRRM’s world their ‘madness’ is MUCH more subtle than that. Its pathology is almost like a disease. And people can live with the most terrible diseases for quite along while and work around it/not have it effect them. As a Certified Sick Person myself, I know that particular lesson more than quite a bit of people (thanks autoimmune system!) Id say. Look at diabetes! People can live with diabetes and not have to cut their foot off or die (like the olden days) with the right amount of lifestyle and personal choices. But untreated, without proper checks and balances, symptoms get worse, other manisfate on top of one another.  To say they have the “Targaryen madness” is not a black and white issue, because their “insanity” is not as simple as : “that persons obv crazy and that persons not!!” You cant equivicate mid-story/life Daenerys with late-in-life Aerys. Its a cultivation of symptoms over years. Theyre not at equal points in their life to one another; obv shes not blinded by “KILL THEM ALL” attitudes yet. 

Early-in Life Aerys (perhaps a better parallel to Daenerys’s timeline) was: 

“...while not being the most intelligent, nor the most diligent of princes [I wonder who that sounds like? Cough Mereen] he was described as having an undeniable charm. He was generous, handsome and resolute, although somewhat quick to anger. [SOUND LIKE ANYONE. A good heart? Beautiful? Determined and passionate? SOMEWHAT quick to anger?] He was also vain, proud, and changeable, traits that made him easy prey for lickspittles and flatterers.” 

The last part is more up for debate but Dany does think quite highly of herself and is VERY proud. Shes also reminded frequently of her amazing-ness, as well as her beauty, which would bloat anyones ego. And while she realizes the difference between blatant kiss asses (“People used to tell that kind of thing to my brother”) she also prefers those that agree with her or her line of thinking and suck up to her. Shes kinder to those that fall into step and bestows greater favor on them in that moment (even when the person in the room disagreeing is a “friend”). 

“As he grew older, Aerys became increasingly jealous, suspicious and cruel, prone to furious outbursts.”

I think a lot of readers and show viewers see this increasingly “bratty” quality to her character. Even when her anger (toward the slave masters for instance) is morally and technically VERY justified (Personally I hate this POV, as I’m someone whos decided to dedicate my lifeswork to human rights law, so decidely I am not for cruel racist individuals. Moreover, I dont think many people, if there is any at all, who believe in dark!(or just a generally darker)dany are racist and pro-slavery - which is something i see stans misguidedly clapback with often in the face of criticism) her “justice” becomes all she see’s to disastrous consequences, including crucifying those that shouldnt have been.

“My father spoke out against crucifying those children. He decried it as a criminal act but was overruled. Is it justice to answer one crime with another?” - Hizdahr zo Loraq, S04E06 “The Laws of Gods and Men” on Daenerys crucifying his father because of the status he was born into.

She also seems to be developing more and more paranoia. “Betray me and I’ll burn you alive.” (obv betrayal should be punished WHEN IT HAPPENS, but like, shes already imagining scenrarios and felt the need to say something, ie paranoid). The entire beach tantrum and her turning against her ally and HAND Tyrion because she was upset at their(shared) battle failures. And while its great that she doesnt want to be the Queen of Ashes, in her right mind, in moments of anger and fustration she constantly has to be talked down from burning cities. So increasingly more worrisome. 

Shes also increasingly fixated on ‘the iron throne’. As her obsession grows....

Sorta like: Aerys in his youth. 

So while duh, shes not batshit insane like her father was right before the end of his life, people forget, her father wasnt “bad” or “mad” till his later years either. Comparing the two (her father right before he was killed and Dany now) is like comparing a seed to a flower. Same material and DNA. Same circumstances / needs the same to grow (unchecked symptoms like their anger and obsessions). But ultimately different stages in their lives, and as such different consequences and attributes. 

GA (and Stans)‘s Short-sidedness

The “Mad Dany” theory mostly comes from people woh dont neccisarily see dany as stark raving mad like Aerys Burn Them All Targaryen (i know, shocking) but rather see this similarity (past face value cough cough), and see the parrallels between young Aerys the Charming Good But Slghty Tantrum-y Tararyen with Dany now, and made educated forecasts in what that means for future-Dany based on her current arch. The same Dany who is increasingly obsessed with conquering an entire ass continent that shes held up as a symbol and put all her hopes and dreams of ‘home’ into (kinda like the way Viserys did with their mothers crown)  (also a continent that she knows nothing and hasnt bothered to learn anything about). She has no plans on creating a democracy or dispersing power to try to mitigate her faults because shes completely fucking blind to them. She plans on sitting on that uncomfortable ass stupid metal throne and being uncompromising because shes not a Politician shes a QWEEN  #fuckcompromise #fuckdiplomacy #fuckpeace #bendtheknee #ammiright :))))) Meanwhile dancing on really thin ice that could any minute crack under her, and the more it cracks the faster it makes new ones until it snowballs quickly out of hand and suddenly it snaps and kills you. Only shes queen in this scenario with two resusable nukes at her disposal so in this case its not just her but the entire country that drowns.

 Politics is a long game. We - in the real world - choose a leader who is not just best for us in the now, but who will create a better future for our children, and their children, and so on. 

Dany is not a good, stable bet. I originally meant to do a short sassy one liner about this but then I got on a soapbox and started getting all philisophical and now this could literally be my senior thesis its that long. (My apologies!) Im also know where near finished with this so this could maybe be Part One? 

Class Ghost, Ch. 5

summary: 

Shouto roams the halls of UA as a ghost, lost to who he was before and how he got to be who he is now.

Izuku feels like there's something missing from his life at UA, and he doesn't know what. But this ghost boy looks awfully familiar, and it's just not in him to let a poor soul wander forever without figuring out who murdered him first.

Together, they thwart bad guys and somehow fall in love along the way.

(the ghost/murder mystery au that nobody asked for)

a/n: yeah, its been a pretty long hiatus, but im back in the groove okay i promise this time.

read it on ao3

chapter 1

Shouto could feel himself slipping more and more each day. It was like he was fading slowly into nothingness, an ink drop in a glass of water.

Dissolving in memories he can't remember.

Hearing the man again and again like he's right over Shouto’s shoulder, ready to scream and wail about… something. A thing. It might not be working.

But then again, it could be working just fine.

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He's wandering more lately. When the others sleep. When they're in class, out of class. It's like a switch suddenly turning off in his head, and he could only aimlessly walk to an unknown destination.

He felt desperate to get there. Desperate to leave there. Shouto didn't know if he's talking about one location or two, or three, or four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…

Suddenly, there’s explosions everywhere. Crashing and screaming like before. It crushed his chest and bruised his soul. Or maybe that's his arm. He looks down in a haze, and yup, his arm was doing more than bruising. Blood was everywhere, his blood, he thinks. His blood was everywhere and there's another voice now, closer. Right in his ear, behind the ringing and screaming, was a babble of worried words. Words, words, words.

Shouto is gone. He felt when it happened. One minute he's there in a room. God, what room was he in? One moment he's in a room with his forehead pushed between his knees into the soft carpet in an effort to stop the dizziness, then the next he's staring at a dingy ceiling with his back aching from the hard surface he's tied to. He saw a man to his right thrashing around like a crazed animal, shoving computers and papers off tables in a fit of rage. Someone else was grabbing him, but he can't make out who. They're shrouded too much in shadow. Shouto’s wrists and ankles burned like never before, his whole body felt like it got pushed through a shredder, and he's starving, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst thing was when the raging man turned to Shouto, and he saw cracked lips and pale skin that looked ready to crumble the second you touched it. His eyes bore into Shouto and held him still.

And then he disappeared. It all did. The men and the ceiling and the heavy weight to his limbs. It all went away in place of the worn carpet his face was against. The other voice was back again, but it's calming and only a little frantic. Shouto instinctively moves toward it, and the next moment he felt solid arms wrapping him in a hug and rubbing soothing circles in his back.

He opened his eyes and immediately closed them from the blinding light. He felt like he’d been in the dark for months, and the bright world outside was trying to make him go blind. He thought he moaned in pain, and the voice faltered. It picked back up again this time, a little quieter, and he didn't know he needed that until his ears stopped shooting sparks into his head. All his senses were heightened to an agonizing level, and then it all melted away, leaving him feeling like he had cotton stuffed inside of him.

“... alright, okay. It's going to be fine, it’ll pass, you just have to be strong.” Only then did Shouto recognize that voice as Izuku’s, and overwhelming relief washed over him. He slumped into Izuku’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, listening to his voice calm him.

Later, when Izuku asked what that was all about, Shouto could only shrug with a helpless look on his face. He couldn't remember what had happened.

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Izuku was worried. Really, really, really worried. Two times now has Shouto lost his sense of self and gone ghost, literally. It took all his strength and cunning, and most of the time not even that was enough, to figure out how to snap him out of his episode when Izuku could barely even get a grasp on Shouto’s physical form.

And the worst part was having to hear the things that came out of his mouth. Screams and wails interspersed with pleas to make it stop, and it broke Izuku’s heart.

It felt all too casual on Shouto’s end, like he was brushing it under the rug in hopes that Izuku wouldn't notice. Or maybe he really was forgetting every instance, and maybe that was for the best. The things Shouto had witnessed didn't seem like something he would like to remember, but it would help to know at least what was haunting his friend.

And yes, Izuku sees the irony in that.

Though Shouto acted— or not acted? He's not ruling out the possibility that Shouto really was losing his memory— like nothing was wrong, he didn't look it. His face was pale and wan, and he’s either shivering with cold or silently suffering through what could be heat flashes. He looked skinnier, too, which was impossible since he’s already dead and he can't lose weight when he doesn't eat. All in all, Shouto looked to be in desperate need of a mood lifter, and Kirishima just gave Izuku one on a silver platter.

“I don't know how to play,” Shouto said, and looked cautiously toward the controller and back, like it would bite his hand off if he tried to touch it.

“Even better, dude, I love schooling newbies,” Kirishima practically shouted in Shouto’s ear as he looped his arm around his shoulders and dragged him to the couch. There was almost no resistance, Izuku was quite proud.

Mina perked up from her spot on the kitchen counter at the first notes of the theme song, and practically leaped her way over the lounge, yelling the whole time, “I call Bowser!”

That, in turn, got Kaminari’s attention. “Mario Kart, hell yeah.”

And Izuku, who had been content with being off to the side watching, was cajoled into being the fourth player. He pretended to be a reluctant participant, but in truth he didn't mind that much. The relieved look Shouto sent his way when he agreed to join was just a bonus.

As predicted, it soon turned into a bloodbath. Kirishima and Mina were elbowing and kicking each other as distractions, all the while Kaminari was actually trying to teach Shouto the rules of the game and what all the buttons did. Izuku had the advantage of not being distracted or a total spaz while playing, and got first place in most of their rounds, which sparked another argument on whether or not he’s cheating, which hey, rude. Shouto had been quiet throughout most of this debacle, but Izuku didn't miss the small smile that was on his face, and he totally counted that as a win.

It was Kirishima who suggested rainbow road, and that's when things really went downhill. Well, for Izuku and Shouto at least. The other two were quite happy at crushing each other to dust until one rose from the ashes to rub it in the others’ face while Kaminari cheered them on. It was all very amusing and well worth his time, and certainly when Mina cussed out Kirishima for a dirty, so unmanly trick that made Shouto laugh with his whole body. The kind of laugh that lasted minutes and was utterly beautiful. And then he thought oh, no.

Oh, okay then. Thats— it's just. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, he chanted in his head as he just stared. At Shouto. And his face that (apparently???) was really pretty. How had he not noticed this? It seemed impossible not to now that he’s aware. He can't look away and it's starting to border on creepy, but he’s too flustered to do anything but violently wrench his head toward the tv and hope no one saw his lapse in sanity. They hadn’t, thankfully, and he could wallow in his existential crisis in peace.

This was where he excelled, he could think through this. Well, he would if he could concentrate, but Shouto’s arm kept brushing his, and he felt every chuckle reverberate through his body because that couch was way too small to comfortably fit four people.

And so it pained him to do it, but he had to excuse himself to his room, claiming he was tired and wanted to go to bed. As expected, there were groans and whines from the three doofuses and a questioning silence from Shouto, but Izuku couldn't focus on that or else he’ll say something stupid like, Your hair is really cute and your eyes are mesmerizing. So he got the hell out of there as fast as he could.

He did not miss the concerned look Shouto sent him, but he chose to ignore it for his own health. He couldn't get a heart attack as a teenager, could he? Because Shouto was definitely going to give him one.

When he was finally in the relative safety of his dorm, he crashed on his bed, buried his head in his pillow, and let himself freak out.

This wasn't like his other crushes, that now that he had something to compare them to, were more like skin deep infatuations. He remembered feeling something like this around Uraraka when he first met her, but soon he had felt like himself again. But this. This was those innocent butterflies on crack.

Memories came to Izuku’s mind where Shouto was kind to him, or one of the others, and he had thought, sweet. Or when he would offer to help Izuku study, but distract him because Shouto couldn't stop saying hilarious things on accident. Izuku realized that not only was he pretty (okay, beautiful, but he’s not ready to think that one aloud right now even though he kind of already did, but that's besides the point), but he's also funny and nice and a good friend.

Shit, Izuku is fucked.

There was a soft knock on his door a few minutes into his freak out, and he didn't want to get up, but then an equally soft voice came from the other side, hesitantly asking, “Izuku, are you okay? You looked a little sick when you left.” And that jacked his pulse up and made his heart go into double time. Without thinking he lept out of his bed and ran to the door, yanking it open to reveal Shouto standing there with a slightly surprised face that quickly smoothed over into his normal, neutral face, but Izuku could see right through it (man, when did he be able to do that?).

He could feel his face flush, but he managed to stammer out, “Oh, yeah, I'm okay. Just got a little queasy for a second,” and when that didn't make Shouto relax, he repeated, “I'm fine, really. Thanks for checking up on me, though.”

That rewarded him with a small smile that lit up Shouto’s whole face, but you wouldn't be able to tell unless you were looking for it. And he was. Fuck, he was looking for it and it let loose a veritable army of butterflies in his chest, trying to break their way out and spill his secret.

“If you're sure,” Shouto said after a moment, and Izuku forgot they were having a conversation. “Good night.”

Then he left and made it halfway down the hallway before Izuku shouted out a “You, too! Uh, good night, that is. Good night to you, too.” And he mentally face palmed at his idiocy.

When he flopped back on to his bed, he couldn't stop smiling. This was something that could actually go good for once, if he went at it at the right angle. He needed to know if his feelings were returned, and for that he would need to talk to someone who’s much better at this kind of thing. Maybe Uraraka, or Mina. Really anybody but the guys. He sees them try to woo the girls from time to time, and they are all terrible.

He started to drift off to sleep with some semblance of a plan in his mind, when one thought shattered it all to pieces and made his heart drop into his stomach. Shouto was dead. He was a ghost and Izuku didn't know if he felt things like living people did. He didn't know if Shouto would want to be in a relationship with someone who constantly reminded him of what he could never have. And Izuku wouldn't put him through that.

He wouldn't. Fuck, he couldn't put Shouto through that.

Sometimes Izuku wished he was a worse person, so that he could have the things he wanted in life.

Love & Gelato ~part 2~

Part 2 of Love and Gelato 

You can find part 1 here xxx

People seemed to like the first one and wanted more and your wishes are my command :3 

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We now get to see an equally pining Nico....

Hope you guys like it 

Ari xxx

Nico was screwed. 

He was entirely screwed.

It all started two weeks earlier, the grand opening of the shop that him and Bianca have dreamed of their entire lives. 

It was going smoothly. People coming in and buying their gelato, and friends congratulating them. But then, Bianca left him all alone with the shop to go on her lunch break, saying how he’ll do fine and if she came back with their shop burned down she’s going to send him to hell.

And Bianca was right. There was were no screaming children and he didn’t start any fires.

But then just his luck, one of the most attractive guy Nico’s ever seen sauntered into the shop, and Nico swears he had trouble breathing.

He was tall and lean. He was around Nico’s age with hair made of liquid sunshine and a smile that shone even brighter than his hair. Series of freckles decorated his tan nose and cheeks, and, oh gods, was that a dimple? 

Nico almost laughed at the face he made when he scooped that first bite of gelato. It was adorable. 

They exachange banter and Nico tried to hide his blush whenever this boy made him smile. 

However, as soon as sunshine boy came, he had to go. 

He smiled softly at his receeding figure and rasied his hand to wave, but just then he noticed Bianca smirking at him from the other side of the glass door. 

Nico froze and Bianca raised an eyebrow at Nico’s hand, which was still in the air. 

“How long have you been there?”, Nico narrowed his eyes. 

“Long enough to see that if I leave you alone for an hour and you mange to get yourself a boyfriend.” Bianca’s smirked wider. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“He’s cute. I approve. What’s his name.”

“I don’t know...”

Nico felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, but he quickly shook it off. 

He barely knew the guy, but there was something special about the sunshine boy that he couldn’t get out of his head. 

Sunshine Boy kept coming back. The first time he came back Nico made sure to ask his name, which was Will. 

“Will Solace.”, he had said, while showing off his dimple. 

Everytime he came he nevr said what flavor he wanted. He just flashed Nico a blinding smile and told Nico to surprise him. 

Nico obliged because his heart couldn’t help, but melt everytime Will cheerily told him they sold the best gelato ever. 

“We’re the only gelato shop for at miles, Will. And that just shows that you haven’t been to Italy.”

“I don’t care. You’re still the best.”

While Will devoured his gelato, they talked and Nico found himself gravitating towards the other. Something about this boy was just so addicting and Nico was falling. Hard. 

And he knew it was going to be the end of him. 

What kind of idiot buys gelato on a cold ass winter day in the middle fo December?

Will Solace was that idiot, Nico thought watching the boy in probably a hundred layers of sweaters and scarves. 

Nico probably wouldn’t have noticed him, until he saw the golen mop of hair. 

“Don’t you have finals, Dr. Sunshine?”

“I just finished finals. I came here to celebrate.” Will’s voice was muffled from four scarves he proabbly had on right now. 

Nico’s heart warmed in the chilly air of the shop. 

“It’s too cold for gelato, Will. You’ll probably catch a cold, doctor.” Nico said with a raised eyebrow. 

“Awe, are you worried about me?”, Will said, unwraping the tons of layers he had on. Nico noticed how red the tip of his nose was. 

“Will, don’t get gelato. Look you’re already getting sick from the cold.” Nico clicked his tongue in the way his mother used to always do when she scolded him and Bianca. 

Even though Will already had mountains of warm clothes, Nico slipped of his beanie and slid it on Will’s unruly hair. 

“Here, because you’re an hyprocitical idiot. Always telling people about taking care of themselves, and now look at you.” Nico brushed some blond hair out of Will’s face, praying for this not be as awkward as he felt. 

Will’s face went aflame. Nico shruged it off to the cold. 

“Here, I have some hot choclate in the back. I’ll grab you some.”, Nico said, quickly going into the back room. 

Did he just do that?!

Oh my gods, he just did that!

Nico didn’t know whether to pat himself on the back or kick himself in the ass.

He made Will’s hot cocoa, while metally punching himself in the face for being so damn stupid. 

Nico came out and handed Will his cocoa. “Here. Drink this to help keep warm.”

Will took a single sip and set the mug on the small table next to him. The pair of them locked eyes and NIco’s heart, if it was even possible, started beating faster. Will’s baby blue eyes filled with a determination and confidence. Will stood from his chair and came close, so close that their chests touched. Nico can see the blush slowly build on his pale skin. 

“Will?” A single whisper escaped Nico’s lips, carried with the weight of unspoken emotions. 

“Nico. You’re... I can’t stop thinking about you and... I just r-really really like you. You’re so... amazing and ... I’m so bad at this. Can I... kiss you?”, All the confidence dissapated from Will. What was left was the boy, that Nico really really liked, nervously asking to kiss him.

Maybe he was one who was sick and this was all a fever dream, becasue Nico could not believe this was happening to him. 

Nico nodded, heart beating a million miles a minute. Will’s shoulders visibly relaxed.

Will started leaning in, and Nico met him in the middle. 

Wow.

Just... wow. 

A rush of euphoria filled Nico, because Will Solace was kissing him. and he was kissing him back. 

He wrapped his arms around Will’s broad shoulders. Nico felt Will smile into the kiss and Will’s hands rested on his hips. 

A kiss turned into two.  Two turned into three. Three turned into....

Nico lost count, for Will’s soft lips on his made him weak in the knees.  

Nico was so enamoured with Will, and vise versa, that the pair didn’t seem to notice the opening of the door, the small gasp, a hidden giggle, and a series of photos being taken. 

All courtsey of Bianca di Angelo. 

“OH MY GODS! BIANCA HOW LOG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!”

“Long enough to gain some blackmail for the future, little brother. And Will, I happen to be very skilled at archery and hunting. So if you even think of hurting Nico,don’t even try to run because I will find you.”

“O-of course, ma’am.”

“biANCA!”

All DONE!!!!!!!!

Thank you for all the love from the first part of love & gelato. All those comments warmed my heart and just ughhh i love you guys. 

I hope you guys liked it. 

If you guys want me to tag you in certain fics I post just DM and I will. :3

See you guys soon if school doesn’t kill me. 

there is too many cute people.  there’s this really pretty girl on my best friend’s volleyball tean and she’s really pretty and nice and ughhhhhhhhhhh and i tried trying out for the same team, but i got cut and  before i got cut my frind told me  I passed really well. and me being a self depricating person i am was like ‘nah’ and this the really cte girl was like ‘no really you do you pass better than me and ive been playing for two years’ I GOT COMPLIMENTED BY A PRETTY GIRL GUYS I WAS INTERNALLY FREAKING THE FUCK OUT i’m so bi omgggggg and im going to their first match on tuesday to support them and now wish me luck and my mortal dilemma

Ari xxx

sooo i got these very cool questions on anon but im replying on here to make it look neater and to separate them properly, also because they’re gonna get long,,

What's your favorite scene from Voltron? there are a lot of super cute and aesthetically pleasing shots, but im horrible at remembering specific scenes and the first thing that comes to mind right now is the one where lance is about to be shot into space because the Caste is “haunted” and keith saves him riiiight in time. It was thrilling and i screamed a little, i think. Oh, and i like the one where Lance is literally knocked out cold and wakes up for the two seconds needed to shoot the bad guy because big mood and i love him?? I also really like every scene of them training because i dream about having a wing of my house dedicated to fighting with cool murderous robots too. let me dream. In general, the Castle is my fave setting for anything. 

Why did you start watching it? my tumblr dash started screaming about it approximately two days after the first season came out and i got curious about the mecha setting ((after evangelion if a thing has really big robots im automatically sold)). i made a quick google search and binge watched it all in a night and long story short now i’m here, ta da! i stayed for the giant cats tbh (and because it’s light hearted fun and i like space)

about the ships: i realized that i’m actually pretty simple minded about it, and that the only one i really care about is lance and happiness. sooo,, there’s that. i rest my case. but klance is the love of my life and hance is cute and keith and mothman are a match made in heaven

Favorite character? AHHH well i guess it’s no secret that my absolute favorite is lance. I just find him really interesting, both because of his flaws and the glimpses of his deepest feelings we’ve seen; he has a really outlandish/goofy sense of humor, which appeals to me greatly, and he’s stubborn and outgoing but in a kind of “fake it till you make it” way and that’s exactly what i need in my life. also, because liking the “i joke about things to feel better about shit and i’m really sarcastic and brash but have an actual crisis going on 24/7” character has kinda been my thing since forever. I’m really excited about seeing how he’s gonna grow up and evolve during the series, i think he has a lot of potential. the same can be said about every other character too, honestly. I guess my favorite part about anything is seeing the character development unfold, and this goes for other shows and fics and books as well. I have the annoying habit of taking characters and wanting to dissect them (figuratively, cough) to see what makes them tick, overthinking way too much about little things and quirks they might have. A well thought out plot isn’t enough to engage me if there aren’t complex characters to sustain it, i’m picky. 

Galra Keith or Altean Lance? why must you hurt me so?? i don’t think there’s a real reply to this. well, i mean, galra keith is a little bit canon, but i would be lying if i said that him in purple and with giant fluffy ears wouldn’t appeal to me, for aesthetical reasons,, i guess I’m gonna have to go with altean!Lance? because in that particular au he’s royalty, which suits him (im not smitten, what are you saying) and... no, that’s totally just because i’m smitten. My son looks so good in the altean garments, what can I do. It’s also a very cool take on the whole “everyone is an alien someway but they still meet each other and form a great team because of destiny” thing  

Who do you think would take the first step in Keith and Lance's romantic relationship? I would love to think about their romance as them taking small steps towards each other equally to meet in the middle? In a very slow burn way, classic “enemies (in lance’s head) to friends to lovers” trope that you can pry from my cold dead hands. I think they’re both very cautious when it comes to love, for different reasons. Keith is closed off, a little wary about human contact, even if we see him gradually warming up to the team, but he’s also a driven character and seems to me his focus right now is on saving the universe. Which is good, but it’s already a lot on his plate, without adding the whole “half galra” thing which further complicates the situation. Lance is exactly the opposite, he barrels on through human (and alien) interactions and flirts shamelessly, but I think that’s more of an ingrained reflex than real pursuit of a romantic relationship? From little clues, we can guess that he knows his flirting is almost never taken seriously (and just how sad is that wtf lance, baby) and that’s why he does it, because he knows nothing is really going to come from it. The only way I see them going is at a relaxed, almost frustrating pace in which they discover themselves first and then each other, as teammates, then friends and finally lovers.

In the more immediate sense of the reply I think you were asking, it could go both way: once they’ve done their share of self-discovery, Lance may accidentally blurt out something about how he thinks Keith is good at something (his compliments are not often based on physical appearance as much as they are on practical things/personality traits which is very sweet and awesome) and then his babbling escalates in way over the top justifications until he actually confesses the deepest, fluttery feelings he’s hiding in his chest; or maybe it’s Keith to take the first leap of faith, kissing Lance square on the mouth (maybe after a particularly taxing mission where Lance does a stupid heroic thing like trying to sacrifice himself // I’m a fan of clichés and that’s romantic af besides being something that Lance would totally do) because he’s not much of a talker and he’s tired about circling around it. Mark down my words, there’s lots of super cheesy ways it could be done, and I love them all. These two are just the first that came to mind. 

Favorite lion (overall shape+colour)? My favorite color is red and I like the smaller lions merely because of practical/aesthetic reasons; besides, the way Red leaps right into action to protect her baby (Keith) is adorable and,,,, my fav is still Blue. I don’t know what to say, it doesn’t make sense, it’s what my heart is telling me. But Red is a close second, let’s call it a tie so i feel less bad about it.  

Favourite Coran life stage? teenage emo/you don’t get my feelings you don’t know my life and everything I’ve been through!Coran is my entire life

Favourite planet they've been so far? the Balmera, that’s a really wholesome sentient planet, if i do say so myself. I love it.

Favourite episode out of all seasons? again, i’m calling a tie between the “bonding moment” one for obvious, lame reasons and the space mall because Lance is a dolphin and they literally found a cow and fueled a lot of my headcanons where they can totally buy weird things needed for shameless fanfiction-y purposes  

Haggar or Zarkon? Zarkon is a grimy, wrinkly turtle and I really want to get his backstory but Haggar is a pot of unraveled mysteries and she’s way cooler in my opinion

Is Shiro a dad or a big brother? Shiro tries so hard to be a big brother (even if he likes making dad jokes) but he’s just mostly done with everything and overall bad at adulting,, just give him a piña colada, a raunchy romantic novel, put him on a beach lounger with sunglasses and let him rest

Princess Allura or Paladin Allura? both are good. She’s a fundamental asset to the team either way, by backing them up during the battles, piloting the Castle and being their support system (helped by Coran) with stuff they don’t understand - which is a lot because they’re basically going blind into the whole thing. Paladin Allura is something that I love, and she will absolutely kick ass, but I reserve my judgement for when I see what the team is gonna make of it. It surely is gonna change the dynamic a lot and depending on what role she assumes it could be good or absolutely amazing. I’m just really curious about how they’re gonna go about it. But yeah, both are cool. I’ll get you back on what is my fave once I've seen both the options in action.

ooook,, whew, im done. AHH this surely was something. Thank you for asking??? They were super interesting questions, sorry it took me a little while but I tried to reply to the best of my possibilities and hope that you got the answers you were looking for. ♥