#this is fully coming from personal experience
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My demons' periods cycles. By Mc
Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.
Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.
Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.
Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael
Satan
Light damages his eyes, and during his period he does not sleep at all.
During his cycle, the plaques that extend from his tail to his entire body become more pronounced and acquire a bioluminescent coating. As do its horns. Beware, they prick.
Some parts of his body grow feathers (I think this is a "side" effect of his birth). He aggressively plucks them out, help him not to hurt himself.
His teeth grow continuously, he has to be sanding them (biting things or his own tail). Other than that he doesn't groom much.
Satan doesn't have a fixed place to spend his heat, and although he likes to "nest" he doesn't know how to do it well, which frustrates him a lot. Help him, you already have experience (I think that's why he has chosen my room as his favourite place)
Depending on the weather he may make something more like a nest or a burrow.
Satan is terribly territorial, even with his siblings. He has had a run in with Cerberus from time to time. Please don't let that happen, the house won't hold.
Satan does not have a pre-heat period as such, but you can tell it is coming because he becomes more taciturn and solitary.
Raw meat is his main food, which is what he goes out to hunt very often because he needs a lot of it, but make sure he doesn't eat more than his capacity or it will make him sick. One way to do this is to feed him yourself (I think he thinks you have hunted for him if you do this).
Satan is the only one who haunts other demons and even souls of the condemned.
It is the only one that has fought other demons. Any living thing within 100 metres of him is encroaching on his territory, which is a problem because he moves so much for hunt.
Satan becomes non-verbal. But he does not use noises to communicate, only physical contact.
Growls and roars are reserved for threats and warnings (in other words, to communicate with everyone but you).
He likes physical contact, but is afraid to get close in case he hurts you (his tags and tail), you won't deny him comfort so be careful and that's it.
Satan produces pheromones, but does not usually mark.
His way of courting is to offer you resources, especially prey (he wants to prove he can feed you), it's not the first time he's brought you a live demon. Once he brought you a Little D, the poor thing kept shaking.
Satan's senses are heightened to the extreme. Many stimuli upset him and he has fits of rage. talk to him, so that he focuses his attention on your voice, that will calm him down. Lucifer's voice calms him down a lot too (but it's a secret)
All these changes (hormonal, behavioural…) are not good for his anger, the poor thing gets very angry without knowing why.
Satan's temperature is a reflection of his activity, when he is on the move it increases and when he stops it decreases.
During periods of low activity he curls up next to you, holding your hand (for fear of hurting you) with his pupils fully dilated, don't be fooled, he is fully alert and ready to attack.
Satan purrs? YES! It's the purr that most resembles a cat (that will make him happy, but don't tell him, the avatar of wrath has his pride).
Mc: *in their bedroom helping Satan* Here is ok?
Satan: *looking at them and nodding*
Mc: Making a nest is complicated… are you sure this is okay?
Satan: *standing next to them and rubbing his cheek with their cheek *
Mc: *smiling* Okay, let's go to the next part.
Satan: *grunting at a demon that's approached the house*
Mc: Satan!!! Satan stop!!!
Demon: *paralyzed with fear*
Mc: *hugging* Satan now, let him go, he's going, he's goi- agh!
Satan: !!!
Mc: *cut themself with his tail* It's okay, it's nothing.
Satan: *guilty look*
Mc: *taking him by the hand* Don't worry, this heals fast.
Satan: *nodding still guilty, squeezing their hand*
Demon: …. I thought I was dying!!!!
Satan: *purring as he presses his chin on Mc*
Mc: *talking to him to calm him down* And remember you don't have to go out every day, there's plenty of food here….
Satan: *purring more loudly*
Mc: But if you see my great uncle's soul, the one from the village, it's all yours.
Satan: *nodding with a smile*
Mc: *laughing* How trustworthy, you're awesome Satan.
Asmo
Although he spends most of his time awake, he needs to sleep.
He can be just as active during the day as he is at night (like arachnids).
For him to sleep, you have to be right next to him or he won't sleep.
Asmo needs to nest completely under cover, underground, but prefers the safety of his home to going outside. So he improvises a burrow in his room.
During his period the scales of his exoskeleton become shiny and velvety coated, as do his wings and horns.
Them take on a more striking fuchsia colour than usual. It will be one of the few times you will be able to see Asmo's tail with its sting.
He preens himself a lot, moistening its wings, polishing its scales... At first he is a little reluctant to be helped, but later he will be constantly asking for your help.
More than territorial, Asmo is possessive. He doesn't want you to leave his side, sometimes with his siblings too. If he smells a scent of someone else in his tribe, good luck to that individual.
Asmo doesn't have pre-heat, you'll just wake up one day with all your clothes gone and you'll know it's started.
Asmo's diet during its cycle is varied, although its consumption increases, ranging from fresh meat, fluids of all kinds, to poisonous substances such as flowers, mushrooms or other live animals. Be sure to allow some time to pass before he kisses or bites you.
If you get him a rare poisonous plant, he will be happy and content.
He can talk normally, but he will also make clicking sounds to indicate his mood.
Lots of pheromones, Asmo produces lots and lots of pheromones during his period, pheromones that he will use to mark his territory. Often his siblings can't be near him. You don't have that problem
Asmo is very needy to contact, hug him, give him kisses, caress his wings, his hair. He will be happy to let you.
And he will return the gesture, he will bite you too (always have your first aid kit handy). He will always try to be on top of you or for you to be on top of him.
Asmo's courtship consists of exsivating while performing a dance (like scorpions), this dance is complex and elaborate, and during it he releases a large amount of pheromones.
He gets very confused when you don't react to it, Asmo I'm sorry but I can't smell your pheromones, sometimes he even gets sad.
His senses are very developed, especially his sense of smell, which is more developed than any of his siblings. Make sure the flowers in his room are enchanted so that they don't emit odour and with perfumes and other fragranced products the same or he can get hurt.
Asmo's temperature will generally drop, but he will go through periods of very high fever (due to his sin) which will leave him tired.
During fever peaks he will become very active, and will devote most of his time to courting. To balance this out you will have to COURT him yourself, you'd better improve that dance.
Because of his temperature, he will spend most of his time hiding in the burrow, demanding your cuddles.
He purrs? , yes, in an adorable and soft way. It is easy to make him purr, with a simple praise.
Asmo: Kiss? *with Mc sitting on his lap*
Mc: Not yet Asmo.
Asmo: *with teary eyes* Don't you love me anymore?
Mc: *sighing* Asmo, my life, my heart, you just ate three nightshade roots.
Asmo: *almost crying* And?
Mc: I love you very much but I also want to live.
Asmo: My nose itches.
Mc: Wait a bit longer, I'm finishing enchanting the flowers.
Asmo: *sad * It would be less trouble to remove them…
Mc: But you like them, don't you?
Asmo: Mc..
Mc: *hugging him* I'm here to help you and to make you comfortable, if you like the flowers, the flowers stay.
Asmo: Love you so much!
Asmo: *dancing with a very high fever*
Mc: Asmo, you are so beautiful… you can rest now.
Asmo: *staring at them non-stop*
Mc: *blushing while standing up * You leave me no choice *starts dancing and grabs Asmo by the waist*
Asmo: ?! Are you courting me?! * excited*
Mc: *Grabbing him in their arms to take him to rest* Yup, it worked?.
Asmo: I'm all yours, Mc, from the beginning…
Beel
Light is not a problem for him, although he prefers darkness.
During his period, the exoskeleton hardens and plates of it appear all over his body, and his horns become iridescent.
In addition, its wings become ribbed in a pattern, which at first glance is very beautiful. The more complex the pattern, the more attractive it is. You always see his wings as beautiful, but you agree with him, Beel deserves it.
He does a lot of grooming, which is lovely to see, because Beel is a bit clumsy and needs constant help, he has been injured a few times and you don't want that to happen again.
There are some flies and other insects that lay their nests underground. In Beel's case he has a small gallery dug in the garden, which he uses for storage too.
Beel at the beginning of the cycle may be in the house, but as he progresses he will be in his gallery.
More than territorial, he becomes protective of you and his siblings (he once kidnapped Luke), so when he is in his gallery he feels bad, because his desire to protect them is crushed by his need to be hidden.
Beel has a very marked pre-heat, in which he accumulates large quantities of food in his small cave and his appetite doubles. All the inhabitants of the house join in at this time to cook.
In contrast, during his period of heat his activity is reduced and his appetite decreases, this does not mean that he does not eat, he eats more often but in much smaller quantities and from storage (food that does not spoil).
He will insist on feeding you constantly, prepare indigestion medicine, you will need it.
Beel becomes totally non-verbal, be prepared to become an interpreter, he communicates with grunts, clicks and buzzes his wings.
Lots of buzzing, it's not the first time you've been hit by his wings, with the different buzzes he makes all sorts of claims and they have a high communicative range, you'll just need some time to figure it out.
His pheromones are strong, and he will mark, although he does it unconsciously.
As I said, he likes to have his family around him, but when he can't, anxiety takes over, vibration and physical contact calms him down. The easiest thing to do is to lay him on your chest and talk to him while stroking his hair or wings.
Beel's courtship is complex, first he feels the need to prove he can be a good provider, so he will constantly enlarge and improve his gallery.
And then there is the display of his wings, patterning and rhythmic, synchronised movements and buzzes to impress you.
He sleeps more than usual, will want you to sleep in his arms, and usually does so perched on one of his walls, hopefully you won't develop vertigo….
His senses are not as sharp as those of his siblings, but he becomes much more agile and has much better reflexes.
Beel's temperature increases, due to the continuous movement of his wings (insects produce a lot of heat when flying), but when he is at rest he tends to cool down.
Beel's purr is a mixture of a buzz and a vibration, he will purr when he is calm and content.
Beel was a little worried about how you might react because many humans detest insects. Be sure to praise his wings and other attributes, because this demon is adorable.
Mc: So this is your lair?
Beel: Yes… I decided to keep it from period to period to not destroy the garden…
Mc: I think it's very practical!!! It must be very cool in summer.
Beel: Do you really think so?
Mc: Yes, and cosy too, you're an artist Beel.
Beel: *smiling as he blushes*
Beel: *grunts*
Mc: Beel I can't take anymore…
Beel: *holding out a piece of fruit to them* *buzz*
Mc: Really Beel, I'm going to explode…
Beel: !! *hugging them*
Mc: It's a figure of speech… but can you eat my share… please.
Mc: *sleeping hugging Beel in one of the corners of his gallery*
Beel: *caressing them with his cheek*
Beel: *crackling with worry*
Mc: It's all right Beel?
Mc: Don't worry... Lucifer is with them… and the others will take care of Lucifer for you.
Beel: …*cradling them adoringly*
Mc: And I'll take care of you, so rest…
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What's wrong with lesson 16 (everything)
A list by yours truly, who is about to collapse if she doesn't vent about it (TW: opinion lmao)
⍣ ೋ The time-travel shit
LITERALLY WHY
It creates so many problems and plot holes that could easily be avoided for no reason.
We leave everyone behind and it's never even addressed?? THEY'RE WAITING FOR US???
Barbatos, supposedly the one that cares about balance and timelines, just goes "well you're stuck here and I literally erased the other MC, good ending :D"
He told her "don't run into anyone" and she decides FIRST THING to head where all the noise is coming from, not trying to hide at all
⍣ ೋ No consequences whatsoever
It's awesome to know no one cared about MC dying
Sure, she's "alive" now, but everyone moved on so quickly??? Even Mammon, who was in the verge of a meltdown.
And it's all because we're Lilith's descendant how convenient
Even Belphie, our murderer who has hated humans for MILLENNIA, had a major switch up at this
Also, the brothers begin to completely disregard MC by treating her like Lilith
Look I understand, it's your dead sister and you miss her, BUT MC IS NOT HER. SHE IS HER OWN GODDAMN PERSON
But the worst part is... MC IS SO DAMN CHILL ABOUT IT
Even if she technically isn't the one who died, you'd expect some kind of uneasiness coming from her, SPECIALLY AROUND BELPHIE
Words can't express how much I hate it
⍣ ೋ Solution
I'm gonna make the devs a favor and fix their game
REVIVAL
MC JUST REVIVES FOR WHATEVER REASON (Lilith's will, the last remnants of her powers, Barbatos' precautions...)
Now you don't have to worry about too many plot holes, focusing on just one timeline
Also this allows her to remember her death, making her trauma more intense and veridical
I know it sounds crazy but if they could pull off lesson 16, they can pull this off
Make the brothers indecisive
They got their little brother back, but at what cost?
Everything is fine now, right? But it's not. MC is not "fine"
Make them conflicted between taking MC's side and comforting her but also welcoming Belphie and make up
MAKE MC UNCOMFORTABLE
I can't stress enough how important this part is
Give her TIME to evolve, develop as a character, and understand her feelings
She wouldn't want to be around Belphie, at all
She might not even wanna be around the others, seeing as they treat her like nothing happened
Make her upset, confused, feel like she doesn't belong, ANYTHING
MAKE HER GO THROUGH THE STAGES OF GRIEF
In fact, if you want to make her relationship with Belphie nourish, you can do that too by not just hey lol I killed you but I'm good now
Make her have nightmares
That's it
Make Belphie notice the dark circles under her eyes and the way she avoids him, then discover she has nightmares
The "now" Belphie could feel guilty
He might try to comfort her, only for her to shy away in response
Seeing as his apologies don't work this early into the trauma, he could enter her dreams and chase those nightmares away, every night, sacrificing his own sleep
THAT is a dynamic I want to see, personally
This could have been done with or without the time-travel, btw
In the time-travel, though, I was also missing some grieving from MC
Remember when I said to make the brothers conflicted? Make MC suffer more too
She wants to go back to her time, her universe, her family. They're waiting for her
But she also doesn't want to leave behind these demons, which have just found peace and happiness after a long time
Here's the catch, No matter what she chooses, she's forced to live her life regretting whatever decision she makes, since she can't make everyone happy and one side must suffer inevitably
An MC going through a heavy trauma and eventually (and slowly) overcoming it would just click with so many players
⍣ ೋ Conclusion
To me, the game didn't fully explore the feelings that going through that experience would bring for everyone, even if the idea itself was interesting. No, more like it didn't WANT to. Making MC go through all that would mean a lot of character development for a big amount of characters and little romance, which is what the game is about.
However, if you can't make that sacrifice, don't settle your game in a world rich in lore. And honestly, with all the explanations and back stories, I don't think obey me! is lacking on that. More so that, even if they were fully capable, they didn't want to go through all the trouble. Remember we're coming from an already fucked up scenario that took a lot of chapters.
Finally, this is just my opinion based on my experience. Of course, you don't have to agree with me in any way.
I have to say, that was relaxing lmaoo
Anyways, since I really like this idea and I've seen several people do it, I'm gonna make my own fanfic exploring how I think lesson 16 would have turned out realistically, hope you stay tuned!
Lethby ༊*·˚
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Full hcs for the m6 with an MC that has chronic pain (I looked through the masterlists and didn't find anything, but it's totally possible that I missed something O///O)
The Arcana HCs: MC with chronic pain
Julian
He devotes his full care and attention to every person in need of a doctor he meets and you are about to get 200% of that
Will do a full examination as soon as you're able to talk to him about it. Give him your medical history, past diagnoses, personal opinions, potential causes, and any other detail you have
Listens to every word, writing them all down so intensely that his handwriting is even less legible than usual
In the moment, there's not much he can do beyond suggesting a few alternate ways of handling it and covering you with kisses and careful, all-encompassing sympathetic hugs
In the long run, chronic pain starts to rival (if not surpass) hematology as his field of study and expertise. Pain management does get easier over time as he learns and applies more
It has also changed how he speaks about pain
The earliest example of which was when he told you that he was "intimately acquainted" with it and you misinterpreted that as him saying that he suffers from it too - you still tease him for that
Your biggest medical advocate & never loses sympathy for you
Asra
They didn't really know how much you suffered from it until your first weeks back, and then they watched as you had to relearn how to live with it. To call it nightmarish would be an understatement
So, so, so many pain easing spells and potions. His collection was already impressive for Nadia's migraines but now it's tripled
Curious to the point of almost seeming insensitive about the sensations you experience. They did, with your permission, try linking to you enough to take them on once
He didn't like it. He can handle physical discomfort well enough but he hates it with a passion and this was a horrible realization
Thoughtful and protective of your right to comfort and access to accommodation, to the point that you sometimes have to remind them that you really can handle it
Asks you every morning and through the day how your pain levels are and will adjust accordingly. Bad pain day? Leave the shop to him, here are some meds, he'll bring you breakfast in a bit
Has been known to use pain transfer spells on rude customers during your flareups - it's two birds with one stone!
Nadia
Had a hunch that it was something you experienced from the moment she met you, if only because she was dealing with constant migraines at the time and recognized the pain
Does her best to hide it from you because she doesn't want to make your pain about herself, but gets frustrated beyond measure about it. She's a fixer, and this is something she can't just fix
She does everything she can for you, of course - opening the Palace doors to anyone with knowledge on the subject, stocking up and giving you access to all of her pain management methods
But it still gnaws at her when she knows you're having a bad pain day and the most she can do is encourage you to rest and have your meals sent to you and try to get extra time to spend with you
Even more proud of you than you can tell (which is very proud). Living in pain the way you do is no easy thing and that pain being largely "invisible" only adds to what you must be going through
Very respectful of your needs. It doesn't matter if she doesn't understand why you need something right away, if you need it, you need it
Muriel
It's not something he'll confess to until you're close enough and he's comfortable admitting it, but he has his own chronic pain from his Coliseum injuries. It's not constant, but it flares up regularly
A poorly healed fracture in his wrist. Some mangled nerve endings from blunt force trauma to his ribs. A wrenched knee that never fully healed and keeps coming back like a sprain
There's another layer to the days he spends hiding in bed, lifting nothing heavier than his tiny carving tools
He never really got much medical attention when the injuries were fresh and he certainly hasn't gotten any for the pain since, but he'll share all the knowledge on natural medicine he has
And nobody knows how physical pain can get into your head like he does. He doesn't always know what to say, but he is dedicated to listening when you're struggling and helping where he can
A little slower at accepting support for his own pain (it's months, if not years, before he's comfortable with being seen for it by a doctor) but he's with you every step of the way. You're not alone
Portia
Portia is excruciatingly empathetic to you and this is not something easy for her to understand or relate to
Pain? Physical pain?? Which you can't control, or point to an obvious/visible/curable source for??? How do you not act like you're in constant pain? How have you not found a cure?
(To say that she cringes when she remembers peppering you with these questions is an understatement. What matters is that she learned and she never doubted you for a second)
She still has difficulty fully comprehending what you're going through, but once she's dragged you to her brother and gotten some action items to follow up with, supporting you gets easier
Checks in with you several times a day on schedule and keeps a list of useful questions to ask so she can understand your pain levels
Always has at least two pain meds on hand in case of a spike or flare up and will scour the markets for any ingredients that she hears will help with pain/nerve damage/inflammation
Will bring Pepi to loaf and purr on you for hours when you need to stay in bed for the day and leaves treats on the bedside table
Lucio
He relates to this more than he wants to, but his own experience is so all over the place he doesn't know how to talk about it
Sure, he had chronic pain when he was a count, it's hard to have an emergency amputation done by an inexperienced student and then a decently weighty metal prosthetic for 20 years without it
But back then he had plenty of doctors and the kinds of resources to make managing it almost easy, not to mention the parties and pleasures he indulged in constantly to distract from it
And then for three years he felt nothing - nothing at all
At this point, he'd choose the pain over the ghost form any day, but that doesn't make it easy. Hearing you talk about your pain openly helps him realize it's possible to live with, even though it's difficult
So that's what he does. He'll live with his pain, and you'll live with your pain, and you'll both wake up to it with each other for company. He can do this
He'll still go as far as threatening any medical experts he finds with their demise if they refuse to see either of you and you're not there to stop him, though
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You know we talk about the angst of being a long-lived species destined to outlive their loved ones, as well as the weirdness of watching your friend simply not grow up, or at least do so at a snail's pace-
But what about what happens when accidents or illness strike?
Imagine: You met Lillia on her first day of preschool, and from the moment you saw her purplish eyes and pointed ears, you knew there was going to be something different about her, even though you were too young to fully understand what. In life years, you were 3 and she was 12. You made fast friends, and you've been inseparable ever since, even as the difference in how fast you aged made you seem like you would have nothing in common.
In your teenage years, she begged her parents to let you babysit her. They were uneasy about the idea - they were concerned about your ability to say no to your best friend - but they finally relented, and the two of you had the time of your lives.
You went to college, and she would always try to help you with your homework. She couldn't yet process the information in your textbooks - something about her slow aging also limited her information processing capacity until her true adulthood - but even so, she always had much more insight than your rubber duck; explaining to your friend, who was still a child, worked wonders for helping you understand what you needed to understand, and oh, having a child's touch for presentations and other creative projects took your work from good to great.
She always wanted to know what it was like, to be a young adult, to study such exciting and complicated subjects, to go to parties, to create your own home, and you did your best to tell her - fate willing, you would live long enough to see her time come to take your advice. You hoped that day would come.
You got a career. You found dozens of new hobbies. Lillia was still too young to join you at bars and nightclubs, but she stayed by your side everywhere she could.
The first time someone mistook her for your daughter was, in the moment, one of the most mortifying experiences of both of your lives, but in hindsight, it became one of the funniest. You would laugh about it together for decades to come.
When you became a parent, she was equivalent to a human preteen. You would never have let a human 10-year old babysit your children, but Lillia? Lillia was your first choice, and you never regretted it for a second. She was responsible. She knew you better than anyone else on the planet. She would sooner have run into the fires of Hell than let any harm come to your family. You let her take that job, and it was the perfect decision.
Your children grew up alongside her, just like you did. She helped them with their homework all throughout their schooling, just like she did for you. This time, she was able to approach the college-level material with a little more clarity. This time, she was 10% less enthusiastic with the glitter for their presentation banner. For two generations, she was the most helpful family friend you could have asked for.
Eventually, your children would bring your grandchildren to her. By now, she was equivalent to a teenager, bright-eyed, curious, and wanting little to do with her parents, or most elvish adults for that matter - but you? You were still her best friend. You were the person who trusted her. You and your family saw her as a whole person, no matter how far apart you grew in body-age. Her desire to push her boundaries never extended to being against you - rather, she saw you as her partner in crime, even as your hair went gray and your skin began to sag and you began to struggle to keep up with her seemingly endless energy.
She kept you in great shape for a human 70-something, but time cannot be defeated. The first time someone mistook her for your granddaughter, you noticed, she didn't laugh about it as much in hindsight as you did, and deep down, you knew exactly why.
But you did live long enough to see her grow up. You reached 81, and you were the guest of honor at her 90th birthday party, her coming of age. She was an only child, so you were appointed to perform rites normally done by a sibling or cousin. Her parents, who still looked young enough to be your children, thanked you heartily for always being there for her. You joined the family to help her pick out the furniture and decor for her college dorm. You only wished you still had the energy to do the physical work of helping her to unpack it all.
She still contacted you every day. She contacted you more often than her own parents.
You knew it was that she didn't want to miss out on a single one of the few days you had left. Of course, the doctor said you might very well have had it in you to live at least another 10 years after all the time you spent running around with her throughout your life, but 10 years to you was barely equivalent to 2 to her at this stage in her life.
You did everything in your power to make sure she knew you were okay. It proved challenging, to balance reassuring your best friend that she'd made your life meaningful, and you had no regrets, with reassuring her that you fully intended to live until she was at least 100 and you were well on track to do so.
But that day never came.
You read it in the news. A runaway cargo carrier full of fuel had crashed into her dorm. What hadn't collapsed caught fire. It was being reported as the worst industrial accident in nearly a century.
Lillia wasn't answering your messages. You hoped for the best, but deep down, even before her parents called you with the news, you knew she was one of the casualties.
There was almost some bitter relief in the fact that it was something so spectacular, an incident that people would learn from for decades, perhaps centuries to come. It didn't have to be that. It could have been anything. It could have been a far more mundane accident. It could have been an illness - elves aren't immune to every fatal disease in the world. It could have been a fight. It could have been a murder. It could have been anything. People do die young sometimes, after all. All you can do is search for some way to make it hurt less when it happens.
At 84, you'd been to your fair share of funerals for friends around your age. Lillia's was far different. She was supposed to live for another 350 years, at least. She was older than you in life-years, yes, but her life was just getting started.
It was smoke inhalation that killed her. You wondered if this was better or worse than if it was something that wouldn't allow for an open casket. She looked remarkably like you did at 19, and for the first time, you realized that was likely on purpose - not that you could ask now.
Your entire life was turned upside-down in an instant. Your best friend, the most reliable factor in your life, was suddenly gone.
She was supposed to be there to comfort you after a funeral.
There was never supposed to be a day when she would never answer your messages.
Her calls were never supposed to stop coming.
She was supposed to be there for you until the very end.
You were supposed to go first.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
And yet, here you were, a critical part of her funeral rites just as you had been at her coming of age only three years prior.
You no longer had the strength to help carry her to her final resting place. It was you who would close the lid on the elegant wooden box she slept in for the final time, and spread seeds atop it, which would grow into a beautiful garden patch to symbolically continue her life.
It was rare to see a human perform such a critical role in an elf's funeral ceremony - because normally, a human with life-long history with the deceased wouldn't exist; any human who knew them from early childhood would have passed centuries before. You wondered if you should even be doing it at all; if your presence was just a bitter reminder of just how young she was, only making it more painful for her family.
But at least you could take comfort in knowing that it was what Lillia would have wanted - and that at least she never had to go through that bitter expected tragedy that she knew should have been coming all too soon.
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I am "radqueer" to an extent. I believe that terms such as "transdisabled" and "transrace" both dismiss the struggles of their respective communities, but I believe things such as "transage" are completely okay. I also think that "lesboys" and "mspec lesbians" are, for the most part, invalid identities. Even if I do have a negative opinion on lesboys and mspec lesbians, I do believe that the queer community has no need to go against eachother while we still have so many people attacking us as a whole. Queer people should come together to fight injustice against us, not fight our brothers, sisters, and others in arms.
Transdisabled and transrace are both terms that dismiss the struggle that both disabled people and people of color have both gone through for basic human rights, and in some disabled people's cases their struggle to have a stable life.
Transdisabled - As someone with Autism, I struggle with a ton of things socially due to my disability. A "transautistic" person just feels like a slap to my face, because they are taking the "silly" and "cute" parts of autism while dismissing the struggle that some actual autistic people go through on the daily. I can't even begin to understand why someone would "feel as though they were meant to have [disability]", because if you don't have it then you clearly weren't meant to and will never truely be able to see the world in the exact way they do. Not to mention how a lot of these "transdisabled" people inforce stereotypes of the disabilities they're "transitioning" to. I have lost friends and had close bonds with family severed because of things I've been hyperfixated on, my struggles with tone, and many more autistic traits. I've been denied certain things because "an autistic person won't be able to do that!", and I've been told "you're just being lazy and using your autisim as an excuse" while I was crying due to overstimulation. Being autistic is something that I personally wish wasn't apart of me at times, but as every disabled person will learn, my disability is a part of me that I will have to learn to live with and manage.
Transrace - I won't go in too much depth about "transracial" people, because I myself am not a person of color. In my opinion, "transracial" completely dismisses the struggles that people of color experience around the world. If you are white and "transition" to a different race, you will still never fully understand the struggle that people of color have getting jobs or the way they're judged on the street. Also, every time I've seen a "transracial" person they simply live based on the stereotypes of that race which sounds beyond insulting. Claiming to be apart of that race while still inforcing the harmful stereotypes that they've been fighting for years just screams loud and incorrect.
Transage & others - I can get behind some transids though, like transage or transspecies. The only issue I have with these sorts of identities is the romantic and sexual aspects, but from what I've experienced in my years on the internet that hasn't proved itself to be a problem outside of bait accounts. I understand the want to be older than you are, and feeling as though you were meant to be an adult or a child. Sometimes I too feel as though I know more than the average child, not intillectually, and that I would maybe function better as an adult. I've also experienced the feeling that I should be younger, because I am not very emotionally developed and if I were younger that wouldn't be a problem anymore. It's an understandable feeling, and something I myself have experienced at some points. I wouldn't say I am "transage" or whatever a person who's age is fluid would be called, but I can understand the appeal and I support those who identify as such.
As for lesboys and mspec lesbians? I believe that this issue shouldn't be a priority while queer people are still being arrested, assulted in public, denied jobs, and more for simply being queer. I disagree with the idea of mspec lesbians competely, but I can understand lesboys in some contexts. But in the end, who am I to judge two consenting people in a relationship? It's not my place to decide what you do in your freetime, as long as both parties are okay with it.
Lesboys - I disagree with the idea of lesbian men, as the definition of lesbian is "non men loving non men". Though I can understand genderfluid people or nonbinary transmasc people being lesbians, and using the term "lesboy" to describe their experiences. Transmasculine people are not always "men", they are "masculine". I dislike the idea of a transgender man being a lesbian, because it defeats the purpose of "non men loving non men".
Mspec lesbians - The term "lesbian" is not an umbrella term for any nonman who loves nonmen. If you're looking for an umbrella term that accurately describes this, the term would be "sapphic". If you are a non man who loves men, you are by definition not a lesbian.
#Read pinned if you have a strict dni.#radqueer#transage#lesboy neg#lesbian boy neg#lesbian boy#mspec lesbian neg#mspec lesbian#transrace neg#transrace#transdisabled#transdisabled neg#rq#opinions#politics#queer#transid
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Summer Nights
**Warning: Sex in the Car, Semi-Public**
Masterlist here
It's a hot summer night in Los Angeles, and Tim Bradford is on patrol with his new recruit, Y/N. The air is heavy and oppressive, the streets are quiet. They sit together in the patrol car, talking about the last call. Tim secretly admires her skills and courage.
"You were impressive today," Tim says, casting her an admiring glance.
"Thank you, Sergeant," she replies with a smile. "It was a good day."
Suddenly, they are called to an incident in a remote area, which turns out to be a false alarm. Since they are already near a viewpoint, Tim decides to take a short break. The two sit in the car, the city lights twinkling in the distance.
"Have you ever sat up here and just enjoyed the view?" he asks, his voice deep and calm.
"No, never. It's nice up here," she replies softly, her eyes fixed on the twinkling lights.
Their conversation becomes more personal, the tension rising. Tim tries to remain professional, but the attraction between them is too strong. His looks become more intense, his voice deeper. Y/N notices the electricity in the air and feels drawn to him as well.
"Tim..." she begins hesitantly. "I..."
He leans towards her and interrupts her with a passionate kiss. She returns the kiss, her hands finding his neck and pulling him closer. His hands wander over her body, and she feels her skin burn under his touch.
"This... probably isn't a good idea," he murmurs against her lips, not stopping his kisses.
"Maybe not," she whispers, "but it feels right."
Tim pulls her closer, and she slides onto his lap, her legs straddling him. Their hips find the rhythm his hands set. The movements are wild and hungry as they explore each other.
"God, you drive me crazy," he whispers as he pushes her blouse aside and covers her skin with hot kisses.
"Tim..." she moans softly as his lips find her most sensitive spots. With a quick movement, he opens her pants and pushes them down as far as the confined space allows. She helps him by lifting herself briefly before sinking back onto his lap.
"I can't wait," he says hoarsely as he opens his pants and frees his hard cock. His eyes burn with desire.
She lifts her hips to position him better, then slowly lowers herself onto him. A mutual cry of pleasure escapes them as he fully penetrates her wet pussy.
"Oh my God, Tim," she gasps as she feels him deep inside her.
Their movements are slow at first, savoring the sensation of their union. But soon, passion takes over, and she begins to move faster, driven by the heat and desire that overwhelms them both. His hands on her hips guide her, his lips finding hers again.
"Faster," he demands, his voice rough with lust.
"Yes, Tim, please," she moans as she increases her pace, moving more intensely on him.
Tim grips her tighter, his fingers digging into her hips as he dictates their rhythm. He thrusts hard and deep into her, each penetration eliciting a deep moan from her.
"You feel so good," he pants as he holds her tight and his hips thrust powerfully against hers.
"More, Tim," she begs, her voice full of desire. "Give me more."
He responds by quickening his rhythm, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense. She moves in perfect harmony with him, their bodies merging in passionate ecstasy. Each thrust brings them closer to the edge.
"I'm... I'm coming," she moans as she reaches her climax, her pussy pulsing around his cock.
"Together," he pants, his movements wilder and more intense.
With one final, intense thrust, they climax together. Their bodies tremble with ecstasy, clinging to each other as waves of pleasure wash over them. His hot seed fills her as she clings to him, their bodies merged in a moment of pure fulfillment.
After this intense experience, they sit in silence for a while, synchronizing their breaths, their bodies still close together. They know this is a turning point, something they can never undo. But on this hot summer night, in this car, it was exactly what they both needed.
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It’s been a hot minute since I read book to circus (and frankly I never had the chance to watch the anime) but watching an edit made me remember how fucking tragic it is for Ciel specifically. Because if I recall right this is the first time he actively kills someone he was close to. Like, he played a hand in his aunts demise by uncovering her murders but ultimately that was Grelle’s doing. Curry arc was mostly fun with only Lau and Ran Mao doling out punishment. Ciel may have declared he would doom himself for revenge but this is the first time he ordered a kill on people he knew were not fully bad. Who were maybe even similar to him in that they were dying horrible slow deaths before but then they were saved by something deeply evil. Who were maybe even a bit like a family to him, even if just for a short while.
I can’t say how the anime framed this (I merely got screenshots because I couldn’t find manga caps), but to me this scene is vile. I’ve seen it interpreted in a sebaciel/sexual way before and obviously that’s rubbish but there is a sense of perversion here, though not sexual. Sebastian is taking advantage of a child‘s anxiety attack to push him to cross a threshold he will forever be branded by and internalize. Remember how in Book of Atlantic he says he wants to fill Ciel‘s soul with trauma so it‘s more delicious? That’s what he is doing right now. This is him taking advantage of any of Ciel‘s weaknesses and using that to make him worse. He is fucking seasoning the poor child!! Sebastian also expressed admiration for Ciel‘s goal to proudly walk into doom and here the demon is making sure Ciel’s will forever do that, because this will heavily contribute to Ciel cutting himself off emotionally. It’s a reminder that for his revenge everyone is but pawns and he can’t show mercy. Especially not after this. Not to mention it isolates him further from any kind of support system.
When Ciel then goes out of his way to also kill his closest friend, freckles/doll, that is not just making sure there are no stray ends to this case. It’s a testament to how much this has „corrupted“ and numbed him.
(again couldn‘t get proper manga caps from google images so these have markings on them)
The fact that we only see the eye with sebastian‘s pact mark here is such good symbolism. This is the result of sebastian‘s manipulation. Ciel‘s soul was already doomed by the pact but this was the point where Ciel as a person crossed a threshold to certain doom. And he knows that (although i‘m not sure he could admit Sebastian‘s hand in this to himself).
In the emerald witch arc both joker and doll are there among his family, being a vehicle to questioning why he made the pact. Ciel eventually comes to the realization that he made a pact for himself. And by that logic, Ciel probably believes, that everything else is a natural consequence to that. Something he had to overcome/do for himself. He needs to tell himself that or else he would fall apart. But Sebastian very much manipulated him into if BoC and the fact that Ciel fully becomes himself after passing Doll just confirms how much that experience changed him and was the final nail in the coffin of who he is now. And who he is now is doomed. Because of Sebastian (I cannot stress this enough).
#kuroshitsuji#black butler#black butler analysis#black butler ciel#ciel phantomhive#our ciel#black butler sebastian#sebastian michaelis
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Anon: I was wondering if I could request something for Gyutaro, Gaara, Kakashi, Sebastian with a darling who is up front caring, affectionate, and welcoming towards them but as they get really close with their darling it turns out that s/o is actually more of a morbid and just more melancholy kind of person than they thought, and eventually one day when they were stalking s/o a person asks s/o out, s/o rejects the person swiftly and tells the person how they were taught love is a waste of time revealing they have a cynical view of love and relationships?
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, stalking, abduction, death
Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz @kanaosprotector
Love is a waste of my time
Hatake Kakashi
📖Everyone Kakashi has ever loved has died and it is the trauma of the loss of all of his loved ones that has worn him down as his heart is almost afraid to let someone else in again. After all why should he get attached only to have the few shreds of his heart ripped out of his chest again when they die on him? Your open and caring disposition scares him, the allure of it all a temptation that he fears would end in another heartbreak of his. Initially the shinobi avoids you, his fear pushing him away from you. The damage has already been done though as you have managed to worm your way into his heart and mind. Dead faces of people he loved haunt him and in his dreams their faces blur until it is your lifeless face that stares back at him. He doesn't want to lose you. Behind the lazy and lax facade lies a man who is from that day on struck with overprotective paranoia. Stalking becomes a daily occurence as he has probably spent more time watching you than actually being with you. He always tries to make it as casual as possible when he bumps into you though to not rouse your suspicion. Your affectionate nature still overwhelms and flusters him though and you can clearly tell that he isn't used to it.
📖Every person has another side to them though. Years of living and killing have taught Kakashi that there is always something slumbering beneath the surface. He is familiar with his own monsters and having been a former Anbu, he has been exposed to the dark sides of humanity. Maybe it was foolish to begin with to think that you would be different and that there wouldn't be anything within you that would remind him of that. Kakashi is a realist though who knows that hope is sadly only that and nothing more. You also have another side to you and aren't only the welcoming and kind person he thought you to be, even though a part of him dearly wished you to be. His initial instinct is to pinpoint the source of the problem. Usually there is always a reason for a person to be the way they are after all and if he knows that reason, he can analyse the situation fully and then come up with a solution. Kakashi approaches everything as if he were on a mission for the Anbu as soon as he has discovered that you aren't all that innocent as he thought you to be. There is no time for disappointment though as his mind is instantly fearing that there is a rather traumatic experience behind your other emotions.
📖Stalking is as natural as breathing for Kakashi and you have yet to sense him. What starts with him plotting threats and murder when he catches someone having the nerve to ask you out, expected as he is quite possessive, ends with the unpleasant discovery of your opinion on love. He feels no relief when you reject the person, he doesn't have the time when you reveal that you see love as a waste of time. Your words sound frighteningly much like his own bitter thoughts he harbored before he met you and even though he is the last person who has the right to tell you otherwise, Kakashi still feels the urge to do so. Now that you have admitted though that you were raised this way, his overprotective antics target the people who taught you to give up on love before you even had a chance to experience it. He sorts them into the category of people who he should keep away from you as he tells you that they are bad influence for you. It is quite a cruel irony that he has opened his heart only to find out that your heart is closed and that you don't want to give him what he desires. He reminds himself though that at least you are still alive and that as long as he can keep you, he will eventually find a way.
Gaara
🐼If you would have met him a few years earlier when he was still stuck in the darkness, he would have likely been a lot less tolerant and accepting than he is now. For that you are rather lucky to meet Gaara after he has changed his way and now wants to help people as the new Kazekage. People have changed the way they see him, although some still hold a deep-rooted grudge and fear against him as his past has left blood he will never be able to cleanse himself of. You have been from the very beginning very open-hearted and caring though and if the pink blush on his cheeks is anything to judge by, it has definitely affected the Kazekage. Temari and Kankuro are a tad bit more apprehensive as they question your instant kindness and wonder if you have ulterior motives and they even warn Gaara to be careful around you. By that point Gaara is already besotted with you though as his obsession has already gotten out of control. He wants you close to him to bask in the affection you shower him with. The paranoid part of him also would like to keep a constant eye on you as he knows that you might be targeted by people who desire to extract revenge on him. Conflicts will after all never fully disappear.
🐼The warnings of his siblings and their advice that you may hide something used to be words that Gaara didn't believe, or rather, didn't want to believe. Whilst he appreciated it as he knew that they were worried for him, he was too blinded by his obsession at that time to truly consider their words at that time. Those feelings for you have never faded but it is hard to ignore the new aspects to your personality that he did not spot before. Gaara has tried to brush them off as small coincidences for the first few time but now it has become obvious that you have a rather morbid side to you. It doesn't push him away from you though as he isn't about to be a hypocrite. After all he is utterly convinced that you are in your heart a good person who wants to help others but just has another side to them. Instead discovering that you have a darker side to you that sometimes tends to make you space out and dive deep into your thoughts, motivates him to help you. Just like Naruto helped him to see the light in the darkness, Gaara wants to help you now too. Unknown to you he also gathers more information on your childhood to see if there is something that happened in your childhood.
🐼His heart sinks when he catches you in the middle of being asked out but his relief when you reject the other person is very short-lived as you immediately after reveal to them your grim view on love to shatter his hopes. Similar to Kakashi though, Gaara can identify some similarities between your current mindset on the topic of love and his younger opinion he used to have on it. And as stupid as it sounds, it is because he sees the similarities that he gets his hopes up that he can help you. After all he was able to let go of the hatred and the cynical ruthlessness in his heart so you should be able to do the same. It unnerves him though that you were raised to think of love in such a way and even though he should know best that not every child grows up in a safe and loved environment, he has always thought that you should never go through anything in your life yet apparently you already did. Safe to say that from that day on you are kept away from the people who taught you to never desire love as he tries to convince you that their presence would only be toxic for you. Gaara treats you as if you are someone that has to be helped and he is rather overbearing with it all.
Sebastian Michaelis
🐈⬛The mouth may lie and the face may deceive others but the soul always tells the truth. That is why Sebastian knows from the very beginning that there is more to you than the mortal eye is able to see. Your soul is a fascinating mixture of warmth and brightness yet also a cold cynicism. Those are two things that normally do not balance well together yet both of those things reside within your soul as they coexist seamlessly within you. You and your soul are rather intriguing and that is the only reason why Sebastian initially finds himself seeking you out as often as he does. He would like to discover the secret that resides within that soul of you and maybe even claim it as his own after he has fulfilled his contract with the young earl. It is rather impressive though how you hide your darker side so perfectly when he gets to know you and he can't even blame other humans for getting fooled into believing you to be something when in reality that side of yours is only half of what you truly are. As a creature of darkness himself though, Sebastian thrives on such negative feelings that he has used over the centuries of his existence to lure people into his trap that ultimately promised him their souls.
🐈⬛It only takes so long for Sebastian to realise though that there is a thread of fate that binds your soul to his own black one. He can't say that he is unhappy about the discovery that you are his mate though as you have caught his interest from the very first day he sensed your unique soul. Now that he knows though just how special you are, he finds his longing intensifying. As your mate he should know everything about you after all and he wants to as well. He wants to know the darkest secrets you keep within your soul and wants to see every part of you. It all belongs to him after all, your brightness as well as your wickedness. There are cracks and flashes of your dark side as he spends his time with you, moments where he senses the morbid part of your personality stirring up and red eyes make sure to memorise the glimmer in your eyes in those moments or the sneer on your face when you express the other part of you that not everybody knows about. It is captivating and beautiful in a different way than your affectionate and kind side is as he can already feel that this part of you will be a little challenge when you fully reveal it. He enjoys his games though.
🐈⬛The mortal human is definitely going to get punished for their impertinence later on as the demon has little to no tolerance for anyone who dares to claim what is rightfully his. It is your little speech though that steals all of his attention as he finally figures out what he sought to to know about you ever since he caught you. It is a rather interesting way of seeing love, although he has lived long enough to detect the truth in your words. How many fools has he witnessed who destroyed themselves over a fickle feeling your kind calls love when it was but a fleeting pleasure and pastime. It doesn't deter his own confidence though as he knows that his own emotions transcend what your kind is capable of feeling. Love may be rare for his kind but once they find their mate, they stay with them for their entire life as demons intertwine their soul with the one of their beloved. It is a sacred act of intimacy and commitment humans couldn't even fathom. Even if you may think of love as a waste of your time, he will be sure to change your mind eventually. After all you will have all of his eternity to understand that the love of a demon is beyond everything you have ever been taught.
Gyutaro
🟢Gyutaro has lived his entire life being rejected and feared and it has installed a bitterness into his soul that has convinced him that he will only ever be capable of being the unloved monster. You are supposed to be nothing more than a midnight snack for him simply because you have been aggravating him for a certain while now. Why? Because he can't get you out of his mind. He has been watching you through Daki as you are working in the same house as she is and it is your kindness and affection that you give everyone around you that has been bothering him so much. He doesn't believe that any of your gestures are real. Humans are superficial and pathetic creatures who never do anything out of kindness. He's convinced that you are faking your personality for ulterior motives or that you are just a desperate little thing hoping to be loved by being as nice as you are. As he stands there right in front of you, he's convinced that you'll start screaming and insulting him at any moment, he wants you to so that he can prove his point. Instead he can only recoil in shock when you dodge all of his expectations and greet him politely as if he were anyone else.
🟢Daki and him get into an argument as she blames him for not killing you on that night despite his previous claims that he'd eat you. Despite knowing what he told his sister before he went after you on that night, Gyutaro reacts rather defensive as he tries to come up with an excuse that will hide the true reason why he didn't kill you on that night. He couldn't kill you because you made the poor excuse of a crippled heart inside of him hesitate when you looked at him with eyes that weren't judging him nor giving him the frightened and mortified gaze he had gotten used to because of his looks. Eyes that revealed a new vulnerability that he hadn't known of before and that ultimately had led him to retreat, a growl the last thing you received before he disappeared. Gyutaro has never felt that way before. He never had a problem before to kill humans and as if to hold on to his own convictions, he starts stalking you to prove to himself that everything you are is a farce. Then he can kill you and finally make peace. Yet the longer he watches you, the more he finds himself silently wishing that you won't be like the rest even as he witnesses moments of yours that might prove his theory correct.
🟢Nails dig into his skin and scratch it bloody when someone asks you out whilst he is stalking you, his jealousy agitating him as he silently decides to kill that piecce of shit as soon as he can. That is when you do something unexpected though. You reveal your true face to the person and, even without your knowledge, to the demon as well. So you have been pretending. You have been lying to him, feeding him false hopes. He shouldn't be surprised yet there is an undeniable pain throbbing in his chest, his emotions spinning out of control as the scratching gets worse. For a few dangerous seconds the impulse to leap down and kill both you and the other person burns brightly but it eventually dies down as he feels the tug of hesitation on his heart again. Why? Hasn't he heard with his own ears that you believe love to be a waste of your time? His head knows that but his heart clearly refuses to accept as the obsession that has been building for you still remains and prevents him from killing you. Fine then. Why should he care anyways whether you love him or not? He doesn't need your love. The only thing he cares about is that no one else can have you besides him.
#yandere naruto#yandere naruto shippuden#yandere kakashi#yandere hatake kakashi#yandere gaara#yandere sabaku no gaara#yandere black butler#yandere kuroshitsuji#yandere sebastian#yandere sebastian michaelis#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere kny#yandere demon slayer#yandere gyutaro
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can you do wonyoungs ideal type? <33
{ Wonyoung's ideal type }
masterlist | Paid readings | Ko-fi
ꢾ𓍢ִ໋ She likes it if someone doesn't let their emotions get the worst out of them, someone who doesn't have anger issues or a harsh/cold personality. She can't handle such people who impulsively yell or even break something in the heat of the moment - she most likely went through an experience that caused this preference of hers at one point of her life; which is why she takes if very seriously.
[This came through a lot by her higher self, it is not a fact and I don't know her personally, I'm really just mentioning what's coming through]
၄၃ She also really likes it if someone knows exactly what they want in life, someone with goals and who is willing to put work and effort into things to reach those goals. Someone with lots passion. Someone who she can make many happy memories
ꢾ𓍢ִ໋ Someone extroverted who has lots of energy and will take her to many different places and dates, regardless respect her boundaries and when she needs alone time. - also someone who will love her rightfully and equally as much as she will love them, nothing less, not someone who will just leave her for someone else or when she goes through a hardship to just leave
၄၃ Her ideal type is also someone who acknowledges her and her hardwork, her talents, her beauty and possibly future things like when she will cook for them! Possibly someone who has words of affirmation as main love language alongside with acts of service and quality time as those are the most important to her
ꢾ𓍢ִ໋ Also someone who is reliable and trustworthy, she would want to be able to open up fully to them even about emotional things so definitely someone who won't tell anything about her to someone else especially not without permission. Definitely someone who respects her boundaries no matter what happens
၄၃ Someone strong and courageous who doesn't mind defending and protecting her if needed, yet let's her be independent as much as she wants. Someone with a good heart
ꢾ𓍢ִ໋ Her ideal type is also someone she can relate to, possibly who made some similar experiences like her or shares some personality traits like her - also s/he should have the same humor as her, she would find it attractive if her s/o can make her laugh and cheer her up also
Thank you for the request, love! 🤗🩵
Cards that fell out: 10oS, strength, PoS, 2oC, 5oS, 3oC
The dividers aren't from us, credits to the owners
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I NEED PT2 TO RECKLESS.. MAYBE WHEN THEYRE AT THE GOLD CHAIR THING??
an: GTFO OF HEREEEEEEE THESE R AMAZING WTHHHH IM LITERALLY UP AT 12:54 GOING THROUGH IT SO BAD RN THIBKIJG IF I SHOUOD GO TO BED OR DO THIS RNNNNN OMG OMG OMG YES?
✧NOT LEAVING WITHOUT YOU. || percy jackson x fem!reader
summary: in which the group make their way to their new destination only to run across a bit of a bump in the road.
word count: 7,939 (what the actual…)
warnings: awkwardness between percy and y/n, near death experience, the gods literally shipping y/n and percy lowkey bc why not, slight argument. (a little twist in the story<3)
as the group walked and walked on the endless road somehow thinking they’d get somewhere with this pace. y/n walked in the middle of percy and annabeth.
percy would momentarily look at y/n who didn’t meet his gaze. lot to lie to himself but that probably stung almost as bad as the stinger from the chimera.
deciding to talk along the quiet atmosphere around the group, percy began—‘i’ve been thinking.’ as he started, his words gained all their attention.
‘i didn’t steal the master bolt— you guys didn’t steal the master bolt. we’re pretty sure hades has the master bolt, but he couldn’t have stolen it himself. i mean—we don’t even know who actually stole the thing…or why…or, how deep this thing goes’
as they walked and listened to percy speak who talked his thoughts he looked between the group and let his gaze set upon y/n who turned to look at him the second he turned away.
after seeing grover and annabeth not talk or back him up he came to the conclusion—‘i’m the last person to realize this aren't i?’
‘yup—‘ y/n spoke while still not making contact with percy who turned almost immediately to her direction to see she hadn’t been looking at him which he didn’t want to admit but it kinda hurt in a way.
‘yeah’ annabeth spoke while grover nodded to percy who almost rolled his eyes at how he’s just now catching up.
‘okay, so…maybe when we started my head wasn’t fully in this…but since the river…’ looking at y/n who sucked in a breath and turned her head, she turned to the horizon as percy kept talking—‘it all feels different somehow.’ he boldly claimed.
smiling to himself as he thought of two things—mostly one over the other but maiming the second, he spoke once more—‘he saved me. my dad. i guess i just never really thought that’s something he’d do for me. so maybe i gotta take things more seriously now—‘
as he spoke and the group listened, grover couldn’t help but hear something approaching. y/n seeing his head turn to the road behind them she turned as well to see a small dot in the distance.
‘car.’ grover told them. the sound of the engine becoming more prominent as it got closer.
‘that can’t be a car you hear how loud that thing is?’ y/n squinted her eyes trying to see.
‘that’s not a car, it’s a bike. just let it pass.’ annabeth told them, seeing that they had people looking for them on a most wanted, y/n lightly tapped percy’s arm—‘come on’ she spoke as he turned and followed but not without looking behind him.
the group hurrying to hide behind a concrete block on the side of the road to hide; they all sat down into the grassy dirt. their legs outstretched in front of them. annabeth sitting on the side next to grover as percy sat on his other and y/n sitting next to percy.
‘i’m saying, we’re not just trying to retrieve a thing. o think we might need to be detectives here, too.’ percy looked at the group as they listened to him once more to his continued talk.
‘yeah.’ y/n agreed silently as she fixed her legs in front of her along with her pants that had still felt a bit wet. percy looked at her as she looked down at her legs and he felt a slight twinge in his stomach that felt horrible.
reading her face he noticed she was back to her quiet, and awkward self with him—did she somehow hate him again? he just saved her life doesn’t he at least have his name on a talk to list?
‘why are you being weird with me again? i thought we were doing that anymore.’ he asked out loud. grover and annabeth turned their heads to the two to see y/n look up for a second and only squint her eyes and turn her head back down, letting out a sigh as she began—
‘i’m not being weird?’ she frowned her eyebrows as he nodded a bit.
‘yes you are. you’ve been weird since we left the arch.’ he told. as he said this she felt herself get awkward again and blinked her eyes while turning around.
annabeth could almost laugh at this, grover however had never seen her like this before.
‘oh…i get it.’ he boldly claimed while blinking in understanding. did he possibly? y/n turned to him with frowned eyebrows once more.
‘it doesn’t have to be a thing; you know. that we had to—‘
‘stop! it isn’t that, we don’t talk about that—‘
‘i mean, we’re like friends now, best friends. that seems like a best friend thing to do, at least i think they do?’ percy tried so hard to get y/n to speak to him as she closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.
grover fired his best not to crack a smile or even laugh to earn a hit from anyone so he bit his lip and shook his head—annabeth could practically feel y/n begging for help so she spoke.
‘i saw the fates. back at the arch, i saw the three fates and i saw atropos cut a piece of thread.’ she told them. y/n could almost celebrate when her mind was fed something to distract her.
‘and that’s bad or…?’ percy cluelessly asked them.
‘the fates weave the life of every living thing. when you see a string cut—‘
‘it means one of us is going to die.’ y/n said while looking over at percy.
percy however didn’t catch the hint yet so he claimed—‘we’re all gonna die eventually.’
‘soon. it’s a warning’ y/n told him as annabeth nodded her head.
‘an omen’ annabeth added.
as percy looked at y/b for a bit longer they heard the engine of the motorcycle approaching them from behind.
‘okay guys, we need to talk about this whole fate thing. three old ladies with a ball of yarn can’t know what's gonna happen. what i choose to do changed what’s gonna happen, and i can choose to do anything i….want’ as they listened to the fact the engine didn’t pass them y/n frowned her eyebrows along with annabeth.
‘need some help?’ a man asked.
as the group turned to the brick in front of them as if they could see who spoke they turned to each other before raising to their knees to peer over the brick that stood in their way.
as they poked their heads over the group, they seen a man biker with a long leather jacket that draped over the backside of his black and silver bike. he wore a black helmet and had a large beard on his face.
‘beg pardon?’ grover politely asked.
‘i asked if you could use some help.’ he repeated.
grover looked over at y/n who had wide eyes as she slowly shook her head, which percy noticed and smiled too.
‘nope. no we’re—we’re good. appreciate you asking, though. so long.’ he furnished as the group slowly turned back around to hide once more as y/n gave a awkward tight lipped smile.
the man sighed as he looked ahead of him before saying—‘you don’t seem too good.’
y/n decided to turn and talk this time—‘we don’t need help and we don’t really need anything from you’ she claimed while lowering back down behind the brick and next to percy.
‘you sure? because you guys are so behind schedule’ he scoffed.
as the group heard him say this they immediately rose from the ground to reveal their full bodies and confused faces.
‘i mean, summer solstice is just a few days away. and as much as i’d love to see a good war pop off, as your big cousin, i feel like, maybe, i wanna give you a hand.’ percy frowned as y/n and annabeth knew right away. grover as well but he decided to play a bit cool.
‘cousin?’ he confusing asked as y/n turned to him—‘he’s aries—‘
‘you two girls must be athena’s kids. always gotta be the wisest one in the bunch.’ ares squinted his eyes as he leaned forward on his bike a bit.
‘why would you help us?’ annabeth asked.
‘how do you even know about what we’re doing here?’ y/n asked as well.
‘because i’m doing exactly the same thing as you. zeus sent all of his kids looking out for the master bolt, too. listen dummies, im hungry. there’s a halfway decent dinner up the road. if you want my held you’ll meet me there. but done dawdle. won’t wait forever.’ he finished before placing his sunglasses on.
before he even fully left he gave a look to them before driving away.
‘that’s my cousin? what kind of family is this?’ percy kind of in awe asked.
‘he didn’t want to offer a ride…?’ y/n squinted as she looked off into the distance.
annabeth sighed before tapping grover, ‘come on’ she told them as they began to walk into where he went off to.
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after a bit of their walking they finally arrived at a pretty quiet dinner of which they saw the bike of aries.
walking into the restaurant with the sound of the doorbell and a few distant talking from the people inside, percy made sure that the door stayed open for y/n who gave a small nod and smile which he was quick to return.
looking around as they looked for them they were all met with the sound of loud laughing and a table slap. turning to see ares himself laughing at his phone as he had two plates, a mountain of fries and five big cheeseburgers in a stack.
‘guess this is the right place’ percy told the three as y/n walked forward along with grover, annabeth and percy who was close to y/n.
aries let his outburst of laughter die down as the group walked behind him which he acknowledged and looked at them—‘gimme a second, i’m just starting a fight on twitter here.’ he told them. annabeth slid into the booth first then y/n who was followed by percy and grover.
‘nothing makes me happier than a good old-fashioned, burn-it-down fight. ah…okay, done’ he clicked his last words before looking at the them.
‘so your quest is going to fail. ask me how i know’ he grinned at them as y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance then only to reach forward for a fry which ares seemed to not really care about, percy noticed this and suppressed a smile.
‘it isn’t gonna fail—‘
‘sure it is.’ ares cut of percy with a scoff—‘for starters…’ pulling out his phone once more to show a video of percy’s step dad.
‘percy was always troubled, but i never thought he was capable of something like this.’
‘wh—who’s that?’ grover asked percy who stayed focused on the phone, his face frozen in shock—‘my stepdad, what’s he doing?’
‘and in addition to the destruction at the gateway arch…’ a news reporter added before ares scoffed with a smile—‘wait for it’
‘you believe he may also have had something to do with your wife’s disappearance?’
‘a kid that messed up? what wouldn’t he do?’
‘what?’ percy frowned as y/n looked at him in a bit of pity before back at the phone.
‘wild right? the FBI is already spreading your picture around.’ ares added as they still listened to the phone.
‘it’s a camaro. i really—we really loved that car…so much…cut!’ his stepdad cried like a baby over camera as they stopped the recording.
‘i’m gonna kill him’ percy angrily promised as he shook his head.
‘i knew i was gonna like you’ ares nodded his head with a smile.
‘but safe to say, the chances of you three idiots hitchhiking the rest of the way to L.A. without getting arrested are slim to none.’ he told them.
y/n tiredly scoffed a bit while trying to somehow lean further back into the seat.
‘why are you sitting here then? if you had this to say you could’ve said it back at that brick before you rode off into the sun.’ y/n asked and mumbled with a roll of her eyes. annabeth pinched her a bit, leaving her to aggressively push her arm into annabeth.
percy sighed softly and looked at y/n, noticing how tired she was and made his way a bit closer to her without her knowing it. he hoped she’d at least try and lean on him for a bit of comfort compared to this wooden chair.
‘if your supposed to be looking for the master bolt too, shouldn’t you be out there looking for it?’ annabeth picked up for y/n as she frowned her eyebrows.
‘hmm there’s no fear in the two of you, is there?’ he asked the girls who started him down in the eyes with nothing but pure confidence.
‘doesn't matter. whether the bolt’s retrieved or not, zeus is going to war with poseidon.’ he told the four as they all looked at percy who looked at them before back at ares.
‘no. the oracle said if we return the bolt, there wouldn’t be a war.’ percy told ares.
‘is that what she said? or is that what chiron said she meant?’ as ares finished his sentence he noticed percy’s hesitation who looked around the room before back at ares.
‘yeah. your new to the family, young one, so let me fill you in on how we work. see, years before i was born, my grandpa kronos ate my aunt and uncle’s. yeah. then my dad made him puke them back up, then chopped him into a million pieces and chucked ‘em into a bottomless pit, so that kinda set the tone right outta the gate.’ the bunch taking this in as they looked at each other letting ares continue.
‘olympians fight. we betray. we backstab. we will push anyone down a flight of stairs to get ahead. and that’s why i love my family so much’ he smiled as percy sighed and leaned back a little.
‘my dad knows he’s not getting this bolt hack with quests or goose chases. he knows there’s a war coming. and in reality i think he’s okay with that. i think he feels it’s just time for a way; so we’re gonna have a war.’ as he finished his sentence y/n cringed her whole face as he placed a balled fist on his lips and inhaled.
‘isn’t that great?’ he asked then as if they would even agree. well, maybe y/n, she made bets with people on who would win in a war if there ever was one any time soon and she betted on loads of books.
‘we’re completing this quest. we’re stopping this war. you said you can help. can you?’ percy asked ares with his hard face expression.
‘okay, so here it is. there’s an amusement park up the road. i left my shield there. you get me my shield back, and i’ll get you to the underworld by lunch tomorrow with a plan to invade hades’s palace’ he explained to them.
‘you left your shield? like…you forgot it on the merry-go-round?’ y/n squinted her eyes at him once more as annabeth sighed in annoyance at her sisters words.
ares leaned forward and under the light the hung above to get closer to y/n who leaned forward as well.
‘okay. the chirping was funny to me for a minute, but it is getting old.’ ares warned her as she squinted her eyes and tilted her head a bit.
‘y/n…’ percy whispered trying to get her attention but she still looked towards ares.
‘so do we have a deal, or am i killing all three of you so i can eat in peace?’ he angrily shouted a bit at the bunch as percy became a bit nervous and looked around to see y/n biting the inside of her cheek.
‘okay.’ percy accepted leaving ares to smile and lean back—‘great. one catch. i really do need that shield back, so i'm gonna keep the satyr and wise girl here as collateral so you can’t run off—‘
‘what? no your not keeping them that’s not—‘ y/n shouted as she frowned only to be cut off by annabeth and grieve who spoke at the same time with—
‘okay.’
‘no way’ percy said while y/n turned to annabeth and shook her head immediately.
‘we don’t split up again—‘
‘it’s okay.’ grover reassured as annabeth nodded.
‘if he wanted to kill us, we’d be dead by now.’ grover told them as ares grinned at grover who asked—‘can we just walk them to the door?’
ares sighed and allowed it letting a wave of his hand go in front of them giving them the signal to walk.
‘okay look, don’t engage with him—don’t speak too much and don’t try to make friends, he’ll want to get your riled up, get in your head and you can let him.’ y/n tired to stress as grover shook his head.
‘it’s okay. really. i know what im doing. go. get the shield. we’ll be here when you two get back.’ grover told them.
‘there’s nothing to worry about y/n. besides, this will be quick knowing you’ annabeth added as y/n sighed and nodded a bit.
as the two of percy and y/n hesitated to leave the two they slowly turned around to the door before leaving grover and annabeth with the god of war.
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as the night sky had fell over everyone and the town, percy and y/n walked to the dimly lit amusement park with the sign that said ‘Welcome to Waterland’
‘i haven’t seen a lot of horror movies but this seems like exactly the kind of place they’d suggest to avoid.’ percy commented as the two stopped and stood in front of the entrance.
‘well…i never seen any kind of movie, is it good?’ she asked while looking over to him as he shrugged.
‘okay then, i’d have to take your word for it—‘
‘wait never? what do you mean never like, never-never?’ he asked almost completely shocked at the fact she’d never seen a movie before.
‘is there another kind?’ she responded as he lightly nodded his head.
‘well, if neither of us is dead in a few days, we really ought to fix that. your missing out.’ he told her almost as a promise as she lightly nodded her head in agreement.
‘in the meantime, we should probably get this over with, though.’ as he walked in front of her she slowly followed a bit far behind.
as percy walked through the metal moving doors right when y/n realized what he just did—‘wait, percy stop.’ she told him as they listened to the sound of ticking above percy.
‘what just happened?’ he asked frantically.
‘just hold still—don’t move at all okay?’ she instructed with her hands out to keep him where he was.
‘let me think…’ she replied. the sound of the metal moving against one another above percy clicking.
‘in the mechanism there, that’s Celestial bronze—‘
‘oh, fascinating. y/n, what’s happening right now?’ percy interrupted not too much interested in the subject of bronze.
‘Celestial bronze is what your sword is made of. if your human, it’ll pass right through you. if your a monster or a demigod…’ she trailed off as percy used the rest of his imagination for the rest of her sentence.
nodding slowly he breathed a bit more heavily—‘well what’s it doing there?’ he asked her while looking up, focused on the bronze.
‘i’m wondering the same thing. safe to say this place isn’t some fun amusement park for everyone. a god built this.’ she finally came to the conclusion.
‘what kind of god builds amusement parks?’ percy asked.
y/n looking around and scratching her brain for a answer she finally answered—‘Hephaestus.’
‘why would Hephaestus build an amusement park?’
‘maybe he finds them amusing?’ she answered with her hands lifted a bit.
‘that’s really not funny, y/n.’
‘it could be a little funny, i’ll say the joke again later and you’ll laugh.’
sighing as he rolled his eyes a bit to focus on the situation in hand y/n still looking at the tucking bronze she mumbled—‘oh…oh, look at that.’ she felt mesmerized by the bronze turning and clicking more—‘that’s kinda cool’ only for percy to get her back to reality—y/n!’
snapping back she closed her eyes and focused a bit more—‘just relax, i’m thinking okay?’.
as the two of them looked up at the clicking she finally sighed—‘i get this. just…push through it.’ she instructed.
hyperventilating, percy turned to her with a look of uncertainty—‘push?’
‘yes.’
turning to do so he stopped before actually going and turned to her—‘cause weren’t you the one this morning who was all, “the Fated says one is us is gonna die and we should take it really seriously?”
looking to the side as she recalled her words she rolled her eyes a bit and in a calming voice—‘percy?’
‘yeah?’
‘just push.’ she told him once more.
sighing with nervousness, he placed his hands on the metal bars and started to walk, pushing them on front of him. the gears of the machine clanging together he finally got thought and hurried his way on the other side before anything could happen.
looking up at the yellow boxed of 0’s one turned into the number 1.
‘what’s was that?’ percy asked with a sigh.
‘the machine isn’t designed to hurt us. it’s meant to scare us. it’s a test.’ she told him as she made her way through.
the one on the yellow boxed turning into a 2, representing the number of people who’d entered.
‘Hephaestus wanted to know any time one of us came poking around his playground. i guess now he knows.’ she commented as they took their last look at the machine and started to walk.
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back at the restaurant sat annabeth, grover and the god ares who laughed at his phone.
annabeth and grover gave each other side eyes before he sighed and nodded his head slowly.
‘we’ve met before.’ he told him.
‘been around a long time, little boy. i’ve bet a lot of people.’ ares told him as he still poked at his phone with one finger.
‘i’m 24’ grover told him.
scoffing he replied with—‘good for you.’
giving a tight lipped smile grover continued as annabeth sat back and listened—‘we met at the solstice. on Olympus.’
sighing with a small groan ares mumbled—‘protester.’
‘oh i wasn’t one of the protesters. i’m a fan.’ annabeth looking at him a bit before back at ares who’s finally looked up he replied.
‘i think you got me mixed up with someone else, kid.’ before looking back at his phone, grover shook his head with a small smile.
‘no i don’t’ he stated with a head shake.
sighing ares placed his phone on its face on the table and spoke—‘Satyrs eat tofu. Satyrs worship flowers. Satyrs sing songs about their feelings. Satyrs are no fans of mine.’ he told him with full confidence.
‘Satyrs are children of nature. nature is brutal. red in tooth and claw, right?’ he asked getting a bit more comfortable in his seating next to annabeth who nodded her head as ares looked up at him—‘maybe unpleasant. but that doesn’t make it untrue. you are the champion, all of that. i respect it.’ he told him.
ares squinting his eyes a bit began to speak—‘so what are you like, a casual World War || buff? you’ve seen Saving Private Ryan, have you?’
nodding a bit he looked to the side before looking back at him—‘i prefer the Turbot War. the Lobster War. the Three Hundred and Thirty-Five years’ war. your deep cuts’
‘huh…those are wars where hardly anyone died.’ he noted as grover nodded a bit.
‘i like your mellower stuff. there’s something cool about overwhelming force and a quick surrender.’ he tells him as ares begins to think.
‘no one talks about those anymore.’ he remembers.
‘they should.’ grover told him truthfully while looking him in the eyes, annabeth agreeing.
sighing ares sat a bit closer—‘so tell me where we met again?’ he asked as grover smiled a bit.
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back at the quiet amusement park, y/n and percy walked around as they looked at things trying to find where ares long lost shield was.
‘oh wow, look at that. tell me the god of craftsmen didn’t build this. have you ever seen anything like this?’ y/n asked as she was interested and amused at the rides around her.
‘if it belongs to the god of craftsmen, what was the god of war doing here? aren’t they enemies? then why’d he split without his shield?’ percy asked and wondered while y/n listened to his questions.
‘if i’m guessing…ares has always had a thing with—‘
‘aphrodite. she’s Hephaestus’s wife. oh your kidding, he met her here? in her husband’s park? that’s so wrong—‘
‘in so many ways’ y/n sided with him as she and him walked side by side.
‘they must’ve got caught and he had to leave in a hurry. one thing ares was telling the truth about…this family is a mess.’
as she finished—a song started to play, grabbing the two’s attention. as they looked over they see a pink sign that blinked the words ‘Thrisd Ride O’ Love’ with a small heart above it and a tunnel with pink.
y/n felt hers grow a bit sweaty along with percy who’d looked over at her, the sense of him looking catching her attention as her eyes stayed forward—‘don’t you even try to tell me not to be weird about this.’
‘i didn’t say anything’ he said while looking back at the pink tunnel.
‘yeah but i can feel you thinking it…this must be where ares and aphrodite got caught. the shield must be in there. we just…gotta go get it i guess.’ she said.
percy turning to her and when she turned to him he faced forward, sighing he said—‘sure. let’s go check out the scary ghost ride. why not?’ he said while walking forward.
‘it’s a tunnel of love. what’s so scary about that?’ she teased only for him to roll his eyes.
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after boarding the boat made for two, they sailed along the water in silence, the only noise being made was an occasional light flicker and the water moving together.
y/n letting her face stay forward to avoid any awkward eye contact, they both heard a sudden thud in the distance making percy turn to her as he adjusted his seating in worry.
suddenly the lights made a quicker more aggressive flicker only to hear the song—‘What Is Love’ played throughout the whole tunnel.
the lights dim and the tension gets very awkward.
‘are you kidding me right now?’ y/n commented as she looked around the tunnel brick walls.
‘feel like i’ve heard this before. i think from an orthodontist’s office maybe?’ he tried to remember.
just then a decorative multicolored light stuck down the tunnel, the pair following its glow. the colors now painted a purple that showed over the two. percy looking at y/n but before he could notice she looked at him back once he faced forward.
just then they focus on a back cartoon figure on the wall with a crown on and multiple legs, it moved along the wall to grow and show a small boy who was birthed from the figure.
‘wait. i know this.’ watching more of the cartoon on the wall he finally came to his conclusion—‘it’s hephaestus’s story.’
the two watching as the cartoon hephaestus hammers down onto something and tried to reach and give what he built to the other figure only for it to turn away—its signs of rejection. perturbing to y/n and he turned only for her to look at him then face forward.
‘rejected by hera. rejected by aphrodite…my mom told me these stories all the time. i remember this. she said…’ as he went a bit quiet y/n turned to him studying his face.
‘what?’ she asked.
‘she said this is what the gods are like to each other. this is the kind of family they are.’ he told her.
frowning her eyebrows y/n asked—‘why didn’t you wanna say that just now? she was trying to keep me away from you guys.’ with a bit of shock y/n let her eyebrows lift up while looking at him.
percy turned away and shook his head—‘maybe you were right. maybe she should have been preparing me better.’ he said.
‘maybe she was preparing you. so when you got to us, you’d be different than this.’ y/n told him as he looked at her for a bit longer he finally turned as the cartoon life story of hephaestus finished with him falling on the ground in failure, the light around them turned off.
suddenly a tunnel of green was in front of them and the duo was shot forward and down the waterfall—screaming in shock as they held onto the boat tighter. both of them being thrusted and moved around aggressively, percy looked over at y/n to see if she was okay and once he say that she was he turned forward, her doing the same.
the opening at the end showing more water—‘is it a bad time to say i barely know how to swim?’ y/n exclaimed while frowning, percy looked over to her shaking his head—‘it’s okay!’
as they reached a more settled but aggressive moving water they looked over to see a stage of a gold chair and a gold woman holding ares shield.
‘there it is. ares’s shield.’ as they looked forward to seeing the end of the tunnel as an empty boat was thrown off the ledge of lightning striking in the air they both looked at each other in worry.
‘jump!’ he said as she took a deep breath in and followed him.
panting as y/n struggled to stay afloat she sunk underwater unable to keep up with the pressure. percy swimming under with his hand outstretched with hers, he heard her yell his name in a muffled voice.
outstretching his hand towards her more a force of water threw itself at her then a bigger one once again only for the both of their worlds to go dark.
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waking up with a gasp as they panted for air, the two laid down on their stomachs next to each other on the floor. coughing a bit they both sat up and looked around to see they were face no longer in the water and on the surface of the chair and the woman statue.
‘did you just pull me out of there with that water power stuff?’ she asked while he looked around the floor in confusion.
‘no.’ he said.
‘did you just—‘
‘i don’t know. maybe? i’m figuring this out as i go.’
‘yeah well, u owe you twice…’ she said as the two of them sat to their knees, looking up at the golden statue and the chair in front of it.
‘how are we supposed to get that thing down?’ percy asked as they looked at the shield being held and the chair. y/n studying it she noted—‘these things are connected somehow. it’s a machine but how do you start the machine?’ she asked herself.
the town of them looking around for any clues as to where to begin.
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‘i hate kids. all of ‘em. i hate my own kids.’ he told the two as they listened and only could really nod.
‘um, maybe less than other kids, but still not fond of them.’ scoffing as he recalled some of their prayers to him—“look what i made”, “what are butterflies for?”, “my knee hurts.”—he finishes with a groan.
‘i love my job, but that night everyone's kids show up for the winter solstice and i have to sit through their “presentation.” that night is the worst night of the year, every year, by far.’
‘this one in particular, it seems. since one of those kids somehow walked off with the master bolt.’ scoffing ares shook his head a bit—‘says you. who knows who actually took it. plenty of people hate my dad enough to try.’
‘maybe, but not many people could pull it off.’ he reminded as ares took that into account as he turned his head to the side.
‘someone hades could’ve recruited for the job.’ he tries to say only for ares to shake his head—‘says you’ he replied once more.
‘and someone who could slip away long enough to do it without being missed, bold enough to cross zeus, stealthy enough to get their hands on the thing—‘
‘en—enough. not everything is a puzzle that needs to be solved. your as bad as my sister.’ he groaned. the mention of her mom bringing her attention a bit more making her think about y/n.
‘was she always like that?’
‘who?’
‘your sister, athena.’ grover told.
‘what do you mean?’ ares asked him.
‘always making things more complicated than they need to be so people will think she’s smarter then you.’ as the tension got tight and his eyes staring down grover who was growing a bit nervous along with annabeth who almost gulped—ares slammed his hands down onto the table making a loud thump scaring the two as they jumped in shock.
‘thank you! i can’t be the only one who sees it right?’ he asked.
‘no, not at all.’
‘it certainly feels that way sometimes. and seriously, she’s the smart one? really? if she’s so smart, explain the owl. she talks to it, like, all the time. this fat nasty little feathers rodent. and it’s like her best friend’ he told him in aggression as annabeth thought about her and y/n’s mom with a owl.
that might explain why y/n thought about getting one not to long ago, she definitely had to tell her about it later.
‘and we’re so sure that she’s a genius and i, no owl, am not?’ he said as grover replied—‘totally!’
‘it’s like people only see what they wanna see and ignore anything at all that doesn’t fit the story they like to tell themselves.’
‘exactly! like you being the one to find the lighting thief and not her.’ ares had gone quiet once grover exclaimed this making annabeth a bit tense as the two did then looked at ares who leaned forward.
‘what did you mean by that?’
‘by what?’ grover asked as he played confused.
‘found the thief. we both know your friend didn’t steal the bolt.’ he told him.
‘yeah, but zeus thinks he did, which is kinda all that matters, right?’
‘shut up.’ he instructed grover who watched as ares began to think.
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as y/n and percy looked at the golden chair, the two of them trying to figure out what to do next.
‘it was a gift with a hidden purpose. hephaestus offered it to hera, but as soon as she sat in it she couldn’t get up. all the gods tried but the machine was too smart. it was too strong. it was too much. even for them.’ percy told y/n who looked over at him with her eyebrows scrunched.
looking up he continued—‘finally, they said if hephaestus let hera free, aphrodite would be his wife.’ looking over at y/n as he licked his lips a bit he told her—‘the chair is the bargain. one of us goes in, the other gets the shield—‘
‘i’ll do it.’ y/n immediately said as she began to walk forward.
‘what? wait a minute.’ percy was quick to grab her wet sleeved arm—‘whoever goes in, isn’t coming out. that seems pretty clear.’
‘i know, that’s why i said wait—‘
‘this isn’t the arch, seaweed braid. your not telling me to stay behind, it didn’t work then and it won’t work now—‘
‘yes, i am and yes it will.’
‘i’m not going to let you do it. it doesn’t work that way.’
‘it’s why you’re here.’ he told her as he scrunched his eyebrows, his eyes looking at her.
‘what’s that supposed to mean…’ she asked him.
‘when choosing my team, i told chiron i needed someone who wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice me if the quest required, he agreed, that was you.’ he told her as she sadly shook her head and faced forward.
‘you were right, i can’t believe it but the fates were right. there’s no getting around his. we dodged it at the arch, barely, but…maybe this isn’t something you can dodge forever.’
‘the oracle chose you. the gods chose you!’
‘stop! it isn't about that.’
‘what could it possibly be about if it isn’t about that?’
‘your better at this than me.’ when he told her this y/n couldn’t help but sadly look at him in the eyes with her brows scrunched together.
‘you just are. and you know it.’ shaking her head in denial he continued to talk—‘believe me, i wish there was slither way this quest succeeds. i just don’t see it.’ he finished as she sadly looked over at the chair, her heart clutched in a way she can’t explain.
as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the pen she gasped when she knew what he was trying to say.
‘percy no…’ she told him while shaking her head. looking up at her ad she kept her eyes focus to his hand with hers pushing it away slowly, he confusingly shook his head.
‘i’ve let you sacrifice your life for mine twice..and i’m not letting you do it again. i owe you a great amount for saving me and this is the way i’m going to do it—‘
‘y/n no this isn’t how it goes—‘
‘it’s how i want it to go! i want it to happen like this and it will. you will get the shield and get out of here to get the bolt and save your mom. you will see her again and you will finish this quest. percy, we barely know each other and you’ve saved me twice. let me return the favor please.’ she told him. he shook his head in denial while his eyebrows frowned only for her to give him a small nod and smile.
placing her hand in his before giving it a squeeze she let go as he could only stare in the spot she was once in and turn his body to where she walked towards the gold chair.
‘can you promise me something?’ she asked while turning around—‘i’m not going to let annabeth get sad and stop the quest.’ he told her as she nodded.
‘i was going to say maybe try and come back with annabeth and get me out this chair? i don’t want to be forever young in an amusement park.’ she tired to lighten the mood, making him scoff with slight tears in his eyes as she smiled.
‘do you really think you had to ask?’ he asked her as she smiled a bit—‘just reminding you’.
turning around to climb up into the chair, she sat down with both of her hands on the sides of it as it started to make noise. looking a bit worried, percy looked at her as she looked around.
‘this is kinda weird. it feels…warm.’ she told percy who had tears forming fast.
looking down, gold started to run up from her shoes and started to make its way up her body.
‘this is a bad idea—y/n stand up!’ he told her.
‘i can’t…’
‘y/n stand up, i mean it!’ he told her more urgently, his face growing more sad but he second as his heart clutched.
‘it’s okay percy…i’m okay….im okay…im—‘ just then the gold finished consuming y/n’s body as she turned into a gold statue in the chair.
shaking his head, percy sadly looked around as he watched the shield fall loose. making his way over it he ignored it and immediately went to work on the gold chair y/n sat still in.
not knowing what he was going he just started to twist random screws and geers. just then a man walked through a door with a beard and a cane.
‘can i help you?’ he asked him only for percy to ignore him completely and try to get y/n out of the chair.
‘do you need some help finding your way out?’ the man playing a flute as it made steps appear out of the water below.
‘so off you go.’ he told him as percy shook his head and started to turn random things once more—‘i’m not leaving without my friend.’
‘yeah that isn’t really how it works. it’s kind of a one way sort of thing. it can’t be undone.’ he told percy who rolled his eyes.
‘how do you know?’
‘because i built it.’ he revealed himself—hephaestus.
‘i’m not leaving here without my friend.’ percy told him once more. ‘and if you aren’t going to help me, could you maybe leave me alone so i can focus?’
‘in spite of what my brother might have told you, i am not someone who’ll be pushed around.’ignoring him as he continued to turn geers and try to get y/n out, hephaestus continued to talk—‘i know her mother was displeased with her recently, but how will your father feel if i told him this?’ he asked percy, making him almost focus on what he was saying.
‘you might not know how he gets, but i do. and this is a lot. even for him.’ standing up for a second percy listened and looked at hephaestus who’s hand held the railing in front of him.
‘you leave out of here with that shield, your a hero, on your way to the greatest glory. he will be proud and your friend might even be forgiven. and all will go back to being as it always has been, always will be, as it should be—‘
‘but it isn’t how it should be! it isn’t! eat or be eaten. peer and glory and nothing else matters. ares is that way, she’s is that way her mother… is that way.’ he told hephaestus who started to look to the side.
‘she isn’t that way. she’s better than that. maybe she was that way once, but she didn’t want to be that way anymore. we won’t be like all of you. i just won’t.’ hephaestus listening to percy as he sadly looked down and turned back to the chair, he almost went back to work only for hephaestus to blow his flute again and the geers started to turn.
clicking and making noise, percy hurried and made his way in front of the golden statue of y/n. her naturally colored eye started to show as she blinked it and the rest of her face coming back to normal, breathing heavily as y/n looked around at herself in the chair, the rest of her body coming undone.
percy happily looked at her as she looked up at him and loved her hands.
getting up as she stumbled forward to percy who grabbed her immediately he held her hands in his while looking over her face with a small smile and a tear dropped from his eye down his face.
‘some of us don’t like being that way either. your a good kid percy.’ hephaestus told him as he held y/n’s arm who worked on standing right.
‘i’ll put in a good word with your dad for you…same with you y/n with your mom.’ as he turned away from the two who looked at him before each other. the door he once went through shut.
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at the restaurant the three heard the bell of the door chime through the restaurant to reveal y/n holding the shield and percy close behind her. annabeth let out a breath of relief she didn't know she was holding as grover did the same, ares looking at the two not really believing they did it.
as they walked over to the table, she placed the shield down into the table. y/n and percy looking at ares whilst annabeth and grover looked at percy and y/n.
‘where’s our ride.’ percy started off.
as they walked outside to ares standing behind a semi truck both y/n and percy said—‘your kidding’
ares with a straight face clicked his two fingers together as the doors opened to reveal animals and stacks of hair in buckets and boxes.
‘get in, don’t. i really don’t care. but in a few hours this thing is gonna be at the Lotus casino in vegas. hermes hangs out there, you play your cards right and his personal driving can get you to L.A. in minutes.’ ares told them as he threw a bag at percy who caught it.
‘here. clothes, cash, drachmas to summon hermes. i’d wish you luck, but what good would it do you?’ he told them in his honesty.
‘we’re not gonna fail.‘ percy told ares who grinned.
‘don’t worry. your dad had plenty of kids he stopped caring about once he lost interest. you’ll have lost of company.’ ares tried to make percy feel bad but it didn’t work.
‘we’re not gonna fail, and i’m getting pretty tired of you saying it.’ he started as y/n looked at annabeth and grover.
‘percy…’ y/n and grover said his name in a warning town as ares’ face dropped from its grin.
‘you think you know who i am but you don’t.’ he stated while walking up to ares who kept his eyes trained on him—‘and if you're not careful…your gonna find out—‘
‘percy…’ grover and the two sisters walked up to his side as y/n placed her hand on his arm. percy’s glare not leaving ares’s who stayed the same.
‘so, thank you for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers…and the ride! we’re gonna take you up on that, too.’ grover told ares as he looked back at percy who finally walked off as he was being dragged by grover and given a push by y/n.
the group walking into the bus as ares looked at them as they stood in the portable barn, grover asked—‘hey, do you think we could get some paper towels or something, it’s not that nice in here.’ he finished while they looked around.
ares however only grinned before clicking his fingers once more as the doors shut.
‘well…this smells.’ percy commented.
‘if it gets us where we need to go, that's all that matters.’ annabeth told him as y/n nodded.
‘assuming ares was telling the truth.’
grover turned and picked with his hands as he shook his head—‘he wasn’t…not entirely, at any rate. he was holding something back.’ grover told him.
‘how do you know?’ y/n asked.
‘because, i think i got it out of him. i know who stole the lightning bolt.’
#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy pjo#grover underwood#percy series#annabeth chase
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NSFW alphabet • j.maybank
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Warnings: p in v sex , oral m and f receiving , shower sex , dirty talk , fingering , aftercare , corruption kink , sex toys , dom! JJ , sub! JJ , dom! Reader , Sub! Reader , eating cum , oral fixation, size kink , smoking weed , mentions of UTI , male masturbation , talk of erections? , teasing , quickies.
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A- after care | JJ is BIG on taking care of you after you have sex, because of how rough he is afterwards he’s a big softie. Lets you wear his shirts, even sits with you in the bathroom checking on your while u pee as to avoid a UTI, he’ll then carry you back to bed place a kiss on your forehead then cuddle you till you both fall asleep.
B- body part | as much as he loves your personality my man is an ass man at heart, always squeezing your ass while you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, giving it it firm slap whenever you are just existing in your house. He always gives you his smaller boxers just so he can see your plump bum cheeks sneak through the bottom.
C- cum | my man cums HARD. Especially if he doesn’t masturbate for a while his white liquid comes out in strings after strings. He makes many jokes about being a proclaimed “artist” after he’s covered 90% of your body in his seed. Your face, your tits, your stomach,your ass, your thighs.
D- dick | JJ is fucking hung, he always thought he was average due to all the porn he’s watched. But when you first fooled around at the château, you were on your knees in front off JJ as he was man spread on John B’s couch when he quickly fumbled to open his belt and slide down his long cargo shorts which caused his large hard length to spring out of his boxers. He loves the thought of his big dick pressing against all the walls in your cervix , doing the stomach trick just to see him tip above your belly button.
E- experience | he had slept with quite a few girls before he met you, but once he did he stopped fooling around with girls out of respect in case you one day felt the same. He has experience on the sex side of things but he lacked the emotional connection with most his previous partners so when he met you he almost cried the first time you had sex. ( my poor touch starved baby ).
F- favourite position | he doesn’t understand all the really intricate positions he just thinks fucking is fucking and you don’t need to be mid twister match in order to have an orgasm. His favourite position is simple, you laying in his bed, his hands beside your head as he plowed into you from above, looking down at your orgasm face in awe.
G- goofy | his highness depends on how silly he is during sex. If he’s high he’ll be laughing and smiling the whole way through, it’s ten times worse if you’re both high, it’s just a laughing mess. But both fully sober and not in an intoxicated state he’s more serious.
H- hair | he has never once dared to try shave down there. Out of fear he might slice off his dick and also how much you begged him not to whenever he randomly brought up the subject of even trimming his pubes.
I- intimacy | the way he shows his intimacy during the act is with his words. He’s very vocal during sex. Doing so well for me baby , you can take it I know you can , c’mon princess cum for me , you’re so beautiful , m’fuck love this pussy.
J- Jack off | he is just as feral with masturbating as he is with sex, he’s cut down on his masturbation since you started dating ( always being able to have you get rid of his erections ). However, before you were dating my man would have to run back into the château bathroom after a day of watching you play volleyball with the other pogues in your tight pink bikini as your tits bounced around and almost slipped out every time you ran over to JJ in order to high five him.
K- kink | he isn’t the most kinky person ever, but he loves the thought of completely ruining you (corruption kink I think this is ) . If you’re a good girl kook he’ll love plowing into you and reminding you what your family would think about their A+ perfect daughter getting fucked rough by a dirty pogue.
L- location | he is a mostly bed sex guy. He doesn’t want to get caught or let anyone else see you in the orgasmic state that’s only for his bright blue eyes to see.But he loves surprising you by jumping into the shower with you, lathering your tits up with soap as he blows his load into your from behind.
M- motivation | he’s mostly turned on by just you in general. Your whole being makes him hard. But his main thing is kind of weird. It’s you being nice. If you smile brightly at him my man is bricked up immediately, or if your having a conversation with the bar tender as they’re making yours and his drinks he’ll watch your face intently as you smiled and laughed with the girl across from you ( if it’s a man it’s a different story ).
O- oral | as much as he loves getting his dick sucked, his favourite thing ever is pleasing his girl. He’s always eating you out, every spare second he has his tongue is exploring your folds as his finger enters your dripping hole. His tongue will flick and suck your clit as his fingers will brush against your gooey g-spot. ( he will also know that you have a massive oral fixation and will always bight his biceps whenever he’s wearing a short sleeved shirt or no shirt at all.)
P- pace | usually his pace varies during sex depending on the type of sex , sometimes he’ll be rough and fast and quickly overstimulate you enjoying watching you squirm but the other time he’ll be slow, allowing you to fully adjust to his size and stretching your walls, he will talk you through it and place kisses all over your face every time he lent down to your face.
Q- quickie | no matter how rough and fast he is, JJ isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, of course he will fuck your quickly in your pink bikini before going on a boat trip with the pogues but he prefers sex sensual and slow.
R- can’t think of one :( the prompt I’m using says risk for R but I can’t think of any I’m sorry guys :)
S- stamina | my man is fucking energetic , never once stopping to take a break during sex or take a breath while eating your pussy. But the second you both pull back, chests heaving up and down and heavy breaths filling the room he’s out like a light, falling asleep immediately or being stuck in a fucked haze.
T- toys | JJ doesn’t own any toys for himself but enjoys using your own toys on you. He’s not into the whole BDSM thing but he’s willing to use your vibrator and dildos on you so he can watch you in overstimulated pleasure.
U- unfair | JJ fucking Maybank is the biggest tease known to man. He will tease you from the second you get on the HMS Pogue. Hand on your thigh which inches closer to the hem of your bikini, pulling you into his lap and gripping your bare hips with his ringed fingers and lightly rubbing you against his hard erection.
V- volume | he’ll always try and match your volume, if your quiet, he’s gunna be quiet. But, he will always be talking you through it . M’Doing so good f’me baby , taking me so well , this pussy was made for me.
W- wild card | a random head cannon: he always tells John B and Pope that he’s the dominant one always. Which is pro dominantly true. Sometimes . Sometimes he’ll crumble under your touch as you’re overstimulating the poor boy by grinding forwards and backwards on his long length as it hits all the right places inside you, his hair was soaked in sweat at the tips as his ringed hands cling tightly to your bare hips, moving you in all the place he wanted causing his head to tilt back in pure ecstasy.
X- X-ray | under his clothes (we’ve all seen in obx cmon my mansey is fine) he has very tough muscular arms, his abs are formed into a perfect six pack which makes you drool every time he’s on top of you thrusting into you while you whine and beg for more.
Y- yearning | luckily for JJ he was blessed with a girlfriend with just the same sex drive as him. Let me just say for the first month of your relationship all you and JJ wanted was to be with each other inside all day, every day. Let’s just say you still go at it like rabbits and nothing has changed.
Z- zzzz | after sex, JJ’s eyes will to shut but he knows that he has to take care of his princess first, cleaning up his left overs from between her thighs, placing a soothing kiss on her still sweaty forehead before carrying her to the toilet for her after-sex-piss before carrying her back to bed and tossing one of his weed smelling shirts over her head with a smile.
Enjoy!!!
#jj maybank#obx netflix#jj maybank fic#jj maybank fluff#obx fanfiction#outer banks#obx fic#jj mayback imagine#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank smut#jj x reader#summer#nswf post
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What if. What if... Sir Pentious, while at the Hotel, receives a mysterious letter in front of everyone and everyone is confused because Pentious is nervous and doesn’t want to show/tell them who it is from and what it is. Despite the fact that Pentious worriedly makes excuses that this is personal, this causes a negative reaction among the hotel residents because this happens at a time when they have not yet fully begun to trust him. Especially Angel Dust, after that experience, you know. Not trusting Pentious more than anyone else and feeling something was wrong, he snatches the letter from him under the protests of the snake and reads that the letter is from Zestial. Alastor naturally recognizes the name and tells the others, and oh no, poor Pentious is trapped due to a miscommunication! Everyone just immediately thought that he was spying on them AGAIN just for another overlord LOL
Sir Pentious constantly gets into funny situations, I think this could very well happen to him. He will panic and blush at the same time, because ah uh erm well, how is he supposed to tell them all that he has actually been dating the oldest overlord in Hell for a hundred years???
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Angel Dust can't actually read the letter, not due to Zestial's magic or anything like that, he just can't read Zestial's handwriting or understand his Shakespearian speech
Honestly most of the hotel probably can't read it (Zestial has some INTENSE cursive handwriting, it took Sir Pentious years to figure out how to read it) except Alastor but he's just stirring the pot more (he absolutely read it already but it's funnier to claim he's a traitor)
they definitely ganged up on him when Charlie wasn't there because they were worried she'll give him another chance and clearly he can't be trusted!
the letter says something like "why are you staying at that hotel? It fucking sucks, please come stay with me 🥺 I would treat you right" mixed with poetry about how much Zestial loves Sir Pentious, truly pouring his heart out on this paper
So something that isn't betrayal (or well at least it isn't selling them out) but still definitely something he wouldn't want to show the others
Charlie gets back in the middle of them yelling at him and is devastated at the idea of Sir Pentious betraying her again so she talks to him herself
And like two minutes into her "I'm not mad I'm disappointed" talk he confesses to dating Zestial
Which backfires on him because they assume it has to be some serious shit if he's that scared of talking (although it's Zestial, anybody would rather double die then double cross him), so they try to interrogate him to figure out exactly what he's been telling Zestial and why Zestial even wants a spy in this hotel in the first place.
Or the letter's asking him to "join Zestial in his bedchambers~( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" and Sir Pentious lets them kill him because that's straight up better than explaining the contents of letter
Alastor tried to read it out loud, realized what it actually said, and then fucking dipped immediately lmao
(this took so long because I got distracted lmao)
#hazbin hotel#sir pentious#zestial#zestious#sir pentious x zestial#zestial x sir pentious#sirzest#slitherweb#cobrasilk#cobra silk#snakespeare
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Getting hung up on Tracker and Kristen taking digs at each other when they’re still talking about something bigger like religion frustrates me to no end. Yes they are exes, yes things can come off rude but neither one of them has been wrong in the meat of what they’re saying when discussing religion and the way they practice.
Outside of the fucking or fighting, Trackerbees have ALWAYS been able to understand each other and hear each other out when it comes to their respective gods or religion as a whole. They both have different perspectives to offer, different work ethics, and different wisdoms to share the other because there ultimately is a bigger picture. These young women are both incredibly wise.
They’re also messy ass teenagers! Those bigger, more introspective, and worldly questions will be interspersed with a low blow or two. But it’s a low blow because there can be some truth to it. Focusing ONLY on the low blows and using that to paint whoever you like less as a bad person gets you nowhere. It kinda does a disservice to the story telling when you paint it sooo one note bc Brennan and Ally do SUCH a good job at drawing out the complexities of their relationship. The infatuation, The toxicity, the hurt, the gratitude, the frustration, the support, and the love. All of it.
#whenever they talk there’s discourse about one of them being rude#look me in the fucking eyes and tell me you haven’t said some rude shit to your ex before I dare you 👊#they are teenagers that broke up they’ve hurt each other they’re not always gonna be nice#I respect that they’re comfortable enough with each other to say the rude thing and then still want to lean on eachother and love eachother#there’s so much nuance to their relationship on so many levels#these ladies fascinate me and I’m not gonna villainize either of them bc if you blanket paint someone as shitty bc you didn’t like how they#phrased something the world gets a lot smaller#your circle gets a lot smaller#this is fully coming from personal experience#I have been the upset person that took digs at their ex before#I have been the person that cut people off bc they said something I don’t like#I know there are a wide spectrum of ages in the fandom but a lot of the posts that blanket call someone awful skew younger#it’s not a bad thing it’s just.. very tunnel visiony and very black and white#dimension 20#fhjy
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i personally would’ve loved if yj had shown van struggling with her injury beyond just cosmetically
a severe laceration wound like that (stitched up by a teenager with a sewing needle) i could def see the potential for permanent nerve/muscle damage in her face and it woulda been cool to have seen van struggle with things like impeded speech, chronic pain, having a lopsided smile and wayyy gnarlier scar tissue etc etc.
but also van is already having a bad enough time lmfao and i do understand why the writers had the scars just be a primarily cosmetic-thing
#yellowjackets#op#im fully admitting this is probably a very niche thing i would’ve liked to see#a lot of my feelings come from personal experience#had a bad injury in an accident when i was younger. 19 stitches in my hand. ain’t never been the same.#blah blah blah tragic backstory etc etc#life’s a bitch#van palmer
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i can never understand all the people going “covid’s just a cold” “it’s just like the flu”. it’s not influenza or a rhinovirus. covid sars-cov-2: severe accute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2. scientifically, it can never be a cold or flu, and it will cause severe accute respiratory syndrome. that’s not posturing or dramatics, it’s science
#also looking at long term symptoms of sars1. i think in 5-10 years we’re going to start seeing a barrage of horrible long term symptoms and#find out a lot of people never fully recovered#that’s what gets me is like. when i talk about covid my backing is from scientific journals and studies and then my own personal experience#watching someone die of covid. meanwhile people are like ‘well i read in an article’ or ‘well the cdc says’. also y’all the cdc is not forth#coming about covid info. they definitely don’t publicise things. but they still have information on their website that’s concerning that i#think if they publicised would make a lot more people concerned about the pandemic again#for example. Covid causes sepsis. this is something you can find on pub med and on the cdc website#if you’re curious: https://www.cdc.gov/sepsis/what-is-sepsis.html#it’s under ‘what causes sepsis’#also once again. all the studies about long term symptoms coming out and the damage covid does to the body are horrifying#coronavirus#imagine if people said ‘yeah I just tested positive for severe accute respiratory syndrome’
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What was the Kon proposal about...?
the writer of the recent action comics kon story put her rejected trans girl kon proposal on twitter ... and its like. god i think kon is trans i would love a well done canon trans kon story. unfortunately she does not get him and it's kind of insane to see the words "jason todd of the superfam" about kon like that is just very fundamentally missing the mark of who he is at all. and that doesn't bode well for how well done/in character a trans kon story would have been. UNFORTUNATELY
#asks#this is the same writer who was like. im not calling her kon because that was a name he didnt choose. like that just kind of fully misses#how GOOD the moment where he got the name was! and the whole waves hand superfam immigrant family metaphors etc of it all...#AND THE PERSONHOOD OF IT ALL! & sorry the collective kon lovers headcanon of supernova as a hero name is much better than skyrocket jhdfbkj#and like. ugh in her replies shes like implying that transitioning would make kon distance from the superfam and i just. idk man trans peop#e can have happy lives and relations with their families after coming out and ofc god knows this isnt everyones experience but. SUPERMAN? T#E KENTS? THEY WOULD NOT BE TRANSPHOBIC... I THINK ITS VALUABLE TO SHOW /SUPERMAN/ BE ACCEPTING OF A TRANS PERSON ACTUALLY...........
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