another version because i feel like doing one

Hot ‘n Cold

♥ Hi Guys, here is another fulfilled request, well it’s just smut so here we go. I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message, or leave a request. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them, als tag in the lovely @moderndeathsblog because you are my muse and you love Loki so I hope you like it as well♥ Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist.

Request:  Can you please do a smut with Jotun!Loki? Just anything sensual and hot with him.

  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: You want to see Loki’s true form and he grant you your wish and discover a new kink of yours.
  • Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), temperature play, Loki in his jotun form, Loki uses his frost giant abilities, PWP!
  • Words: 1760

You sat impatiently on your large, soft, and royal bed in the huge bedroom, you shared with your boyfriend. The only thing that covered your body was a lace bra and matching slip in elegant emerald green, a little gift for your favorite god. It was already late at night and some candles illuminated your room with warm light while still some warm night air was blowing in through the open balcony. You took a sip  from your glass of water while you waited for Loki to walk through the door.

You had a special fantasy in your mind,  for ages and you wanted to try it out so badly  with your boyfriend if he would play along. You knew that this wasn’t Loki’s favorite subject and he was reluctant to mention this topic and you hoped that your appearance and the fact that you really wanted to do it would change his mind.

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I Flat-Out Refuse To Marry Anyone Unless These Are Our Vows

“Marrying you is not the end of my liberty; it’s the beginning of it.

You’re the person I want to dive headfirst into life with. When I go out on the weekends, it is you I want shutting down the club with me. When I plan an adventure it is you I want holding the map. When I speculate about the future, I want to see you in every outlandish fantasy I plan for myself. You’re the person I want to rant excitedly to over happy hour drinks. You’re the person I want to dance around the house with in my underwear with. You’re the person who makes the whole world feel wide-open to me and I want to take advantage of that. I want to plunge into the future with you – because it looks bigger and brighter by your side than I ever could have imagined.

‘Something about you inspires me to be bigger, brighter, bolder than I ever knew that I could become. And I hope that I inspire you, too.’

I don’t want to settle down with you. I want to take off with you – to far-away countries, foreign landscapes, gems and corners of the world that would only have looked half as amazing without you by my side. When I strap on a backpack and head to the airport, I want you to be boarding that plane with me. You’re the person I want to get lost with, set up camp with, stumble through dark streets with at 5a.m. with after a long, rambunctious night in a city that we can’t pronounce the name of. When I get home and have tale after ridiculous tale to recite to my friends, you’re the one I want there to back up my claims. You’re the person I want to come home to and the person I want to escape with. I want you on every adventure I take for the rest of my life. I want to do everything on earth with you.

I don’t want to be the person you always agree with. I want to be the person you challenge – to change, to grow, to expand in ways that wouldn’t have ever occurred to me before I met you. I want heated debates at 3am. I want stark disagreements when I’m acting out of line. I want passionate arguments about the way we’re living because your fire fuels mine and I never want that spark to die out. I want to be someone you aren’t afraid to challenge because sometimes I need that extra push. And you can bet your ass that I’ll push you right back.

I don’t want to let myself go now that I have you – I want to build myself up alongside you. Something about you inspires me to be bigger, brighter, bolder than I ever knew that I could become. And I hope that I inspire you, too. That together we can encourage one another to grow into the fullest, strongest, fiercest versions of each other. That ten years from now we will be prouder than ever to be standing beside one another and that twenty years later we’ll be even prouder still. I hope you’re not expecting to grow stagnant in love because something about you makes me feel like my best self on steroids and I do not plan to let that feeling die.

If there’s anything I am not worried about, it’s us falling apart. The truth is I never fell in love with you anyway; I walked into love – surely, deliberately and without a backwards glance. I chose you from the first day I met you and baby I promise to keep choosing you. Through every fight, I’ll choose you. Through every temptation, I’ll choose you. Through every twist and bump in the road that threatens to tear us apart I will choose you with the ferocious certainty I’ve felt since the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I’m not worried about falling out of love with you baby, because I never fell in. Loving you was a waking, conscious choice and it’s one that I’m going to keep making until the day my heart stops beating.

Now let’s stop with these frivolous vows – there’s a party to have! We have gifts to tear open and champagne to chug and a whirlwind honeymoon to go embark on. This whole marriage thing is old and tired but we most certainly are not. After all, you’re only young and wild once. And baby, our wildest days are just beginning.”

- Heidi Priebe


A Wattpad request. I do not own any of the Avengers. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: Teenager running away, angst. 

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader(adopted), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Vision. 

Originally posted by theavengers

Natasha groaned loudly when she stepped off the jet and stretched. That last mission had been brutal. “I’m getting to old for this,” she grumbled, earning a shoulder squeeze from Steve. “Talk to me when you’re over one hundred,” he quipped earning a rare smile from the assassin. “Hey, hands off my girl, Cap,” Sam said with a glare before he wrapped his arm around Natasha’s shoulders. “I don’t think so, Wilson,” she told him, pinching his hand to make him let go. “If you gentlemen will excuse me, there’s someone I need to see.”

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anonymous asked:

Why do INFPs and INFJs not get on in theory? Two of my three best friends are an INFP and an INFJ and they get on really well together (sometimes too well, and then they team up to annoy me over things)

It really depends on the INFJ, really. See, there are several subtypes of INFJs that are VERY different from each other and it takes a certain kind to get along with an INFP. My INFJ mother hates INFPs because she thinks their idealism is completely illogical (her Ti is really well developed but she’s still a bit emotionally unhealthy so she’s pretty hypercritical)
Another INFJ I know gets along just fine with INFPs, and in fact dated one. They didn’t last long, though, because, here’s the key–
When INFPs have a different worldview than an INFJ (which is probable), INFJ may find it hard to deal with INFP’s version of their own view. Ni-Fe is very “confident” and INFJs hardly ever change their opinions once they’ve experienced that Ni …thing that they do. INFPs, on the other hand, are stubborn in that they feel like they’re being manipulated or “changed” if someone tells them they’re wrong or is sure of a contrary opinion to their own.
It’s a weird cyclical thing, but in deep relationships this duo can sometimes run into trouble because of that. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn’t.

eatingcroutons  asked:

"Emotional terrorism" is actually a common term for the behaviour the-reylo-void is describing; if you Google it you'll find plenty of articles and discussions about it.

Okay, thanks for letting me know, this is legit. I’m glad to know the OP didn’t just make that up. That said, a pattern of hateful, disproportionate lashing out by someone overinvested in anti-shipping is not really the same thing as a concentrated campaign of emotional manipulation, blackmail, gaslighting, conditioning, and abuse from one person in a relationship toward their victim(s), with the goal of emotionally crippling the victim and making them dependent on the abuser.

Here is the thing. I do not trust people on this website not to throw around terms, even marginally applicable ones, that include the word “terrorism” for exactly the reasons the OP said: righteous anger and demonizing your opponent makes you feel better and gets you brownie points on tumblr dot com. It’s like how I’ve seen the word “klan” applied to users who do things like not drawing the human version of a Crystal Gem as the “right” race, because apparently that’s the same thing as killing another human being for their skin color.

I’m not really mad at the OP. I’m just frustrated that the tumblr fandom culture of “most woke wins” is so pervasive that even a post with the perfectly reasonable goal of asking people not to be frothingly hateful is framed so that if you’re doing the thing in question, you’re a psychological abuser.

“I thought you were dead.” Vernon

29 “I thought you were dead.” 

Admin: Okay, so this turns out a bit more dramatic like a k-drama scene than I expected/ wanted it to be. Sorry lol but I thought you guys still like it!!

Pairing: vernon x reader 

Genre: fluff (Ish), dramatic (ish) [tbh idk]

Word Count: 535

Originally posted by sneezes

Vernon kept calling your phone over and over again. Even spamming you with texts all day because he couldn’t reach you. He didn’t see you all day nor did you talk to him last night. You guys were in a bit of a argument yesterday but Vernon didn’t think it was that serious for you to want to stop talking to him.

At first, he thought you were just ignoring him but then as the day went by, he asked some friends, hours and his if they’ve seen you. They said they did in their classes which got him feeling a bit down since you were definitely avoiding him.

He put aside the little argument that meant nothing compared to his care and love for you. Vernon didn’t know what to do or why you’d disappear all of a sudden but soon after, when he got back home and turned on the tv, the news was on.

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Do any of you have completely different perceptions of yourself from day to day??? One day I’ll be walking around feeling like one version of myself and the next I’ll be feeling another version of myself. Even if it’s from one nice feeling to another nice feeling, I still feel like I lack consistency or at least lack balance. Sometimes I even feel like it’s visible physically!! It trips me the fuck out but maybe it’s just because I spend a lot of time with myself and I know the details of my face but still!!! I took a photo of myself and I really feel like I’ve never seen my face look so alien shaped before which leads me to be like…..who is she….but I fuckin hate that meme or saying or whatever you want to call it. It’s just so detached to see a picture of yourself and not identify with it because you think you look better or worse than usual. I’m not used to seeing myself like this but it’s still me. So I guess even if my self concept(??) alters just slightly from day to day, instead of stressing like omg WHO IS SHE, I should just take a deep breath, meet this new side of myself, and invite it in for tea!!!!!

Surprise? {Avengers}

Fandom: Marvel – Avengers
Request (anon):
Can you do an avengers x reader one shot where the reader picks up Thor’s hammer, mjolnir??
Title: Surprise?
Word Count:
Note: I was totally happy to write this little one-shot. I love the reader picking up Mjölnir imagines! I hope this is okay. I might write another version sometime that’s more centred on angst/action. I feel like this was shitty but… (Also, would have had a gif but I gave up looking for the one I wanted because I’m tired and have an exam tomorrow okay bye <3)


You were alone in the shared kitchen, dirty plates littering several of the available surfaces. All of the other Avengers had filed out not minutes ago, into the conference room for a debriefing on their last mission.

You should have been on that mission, and you felt awfully guilty. It was a personal matter – who knew Fury would allow one of the world’s mightiest heroes to go home instead of infiltrating another HYDRA base? You’d felt strangely angry and stressed since. But they’d all come back battered and bruised, that classic melancholy atmosphere with them. As far as you were aware, they’d been unable to save a few civilians who were around. You couldn’t help but feel that you would have been able to save them if you’d been there.

The whole thing was making you ridiculously tired.

You pushed the thought out of your head and began collecting up the plates, depositing them in the sink. You left them to soak and were about to sit on the couch before you stumbled and barely caught yourself. You looked down at the object of your assault and scowled at Thor’s hammer, Mjölnir, at your feet.

“Your bloody hammer, Thor.” You muttered under your breath, picking the hammer up in a fluid motion and taking it over to the kitchen, sitting it on the counter, out of harm’s way.

You turned to walk back to the couch before stopping and glancing back. The hammer was surprisingly lightweight. You wrapped your fingers around the handle again and lifted it, wondering how the hell Thor did so much damage with it – it was almost weightless.

You shrugged, ignoring the funny feeling in your gut – were you missing something? – as you set it back down and threw yourself onto the couch, burying your face and falling asleep in an instant.


It must have been a few hours when you woke up again, and you instantly felt a tickle on your upper lip. You grabbed your phone and flipped up the camera, scowling at the poorly drawn pen moustache that had been left there.

You turned to Tony, Steve and Bruce, the only ones in the kitchen. “Fuck you, Tony.”

Tony snickered with a grin. “Cap, she said a bad language word.”

Steve buried his head in a hand, sighing quietly, and Bruce pursed his lips with a smile, shaking his head and lifting his coffee to his lips.

You rubbed your eyes and scratched at your lip, twitching your nose as you got up, pulling a mug from the top cupboard and pouring the last of the coffee for yourself. You regretted napping instantly as you swerved to avoid the countertop edge. You scowled at the lack of coordination and the groggy feeling that napping left you with. Should have known better, you thought to yourself.

That was when you saw it out of the corner of your eye; Mjölnir.

As the event of not a few hours ago registered in your mind, like a series of cogs all falling together into place you felt the mug slip from your fingers, and just as you’d been about to take a sip, too.

You felt the hot liquid burning your feet as the shatter echoed through the room, the now ruined mug scattered all across the floor.

You let out a series of grunts that had the three Avengers before you perplexed as you contemplated your situation.

There’s no more coffee. I smashed a mug. My feet are burning.

I picked up Thor’s hammer.

I picked up Mjölnir.

Wait, you thought, maybe I was just really tired and thought I picked it up? Yeah. Probably. It was the stupidest lie you’d ever told yourself.

It’s not like it means anything. You sighed exasperatedly and countered your own thought. Of course it means something.

With that, you shook yourself out of your mental dispute and stared down at the mess at your feet.

This is all because of that fucking hammer.

You ignored the displeasing sound of a crunch as your feet left the ground, instead making your way, totally invested in your own anger, towards the object that had caused you so much displeasure.

You ignored the coffee that was now obviously being trailed through the – probably expensive – carpet, and in one quick motion, you’d picked up the hammer and stalked out of the room, into the elevator.

You ignored the voice of JARVIS overhead, stating something about floor numbers. You ignored the incredibly strong urge you had to throw the damn thing over the edge.

Instead, you placed it down as far away as you could, at the very edge of the balcony.

You felt a twinge of guilt before shaking your head. It’s not like it’s going anywhere. You just wanted it as far away from you as – literally – humanly possible. It was like a bad omen.

Back in the lounge room, Steve, Tony and Bruce exchanged glances. Tony’s eyebrows, as he watched you leave, could have easily made it through the roof. Steve’s lips had parted slightly and he turned to Bruce, whose mug was still frozen in its place after he’d been mid-sip.

They were still sat like this when Natasha walked in, Clint following behind her as he pocketed his phone after a quick ‘love you’, presumably to Laura. The pair stopped and mutually frowned at the sight before them, and silent looks were exchanged by the five in the room.

And that was when Thor walked in, the same purposeful stride as usual, and equally just as complacent of his teammates as he stepped around the room, eyes searching. When he found his hammer missing, he looked up at the others, only to stop and frown at the silence he’d now noticed.

“My friends?”

And so, after a moment, you re-entered the room, and you were met with pure silence.

You weren’t about to act stupid, and you bit your lip as the weight of what you’d just done hit you.

“It’s on the roof.” You said, not meeting Thor’s eyes.

The silence continued to beat down on everyone until Thor broke it with a frown. “You moved Mjölnir, (Y/N)?”

It could have sounded like an accusation if you hadn’t known better.

You simply nodded, meekly glancing at the expressions that varied across your team.

You shifted nervously, feeling any anger you’d previously had seep away slowly as you smiled at them.

They didn’t seem all that surprised.

smilesean  asked:

my anti concept: ok is it just me that doesn't see anti as the monstrous demonic villain, but instead puts that side up as an act? like he doesn't seem the one to actually want to kill/murder anyone but leaves that thought thinking he wants to in your head, driving you to the brink of insanity (which you eventually do) & wants you to join with him so he doesn't feel lonely and alone. i don't know that's how i see anti: a big soft teddy bear who actually cares about you & doesn't want to hurt you

*sorry about sending 2 posts but this is more of a continuous of the first one i sent in* because you know anti is basically another version of jack & just like how jack is an adorable precious lil goofball, anti is just a big goofy dork who actually cares about you and would do anything for you (and to see you smile) but doesn’t want you/anyone to know his soft side, so he puts up his “demonic” “evil” side but yeah that’s how i imagine anti is

Naruto and Sakura feelings toward each other

Regarding people claming that Naruto’s feelings about Sakura is childish crush and that he let her go, I wanted to share some french official traduction. The english traduction is sometimes ambiguous so I’m gonna compare english traduction with french one (and don’t say it’s not a good version because it’s actually from the volumes I bought).

No mention of SS or NH here just pro NS. I’m using mostly pages from chap 457-549

Sai’s memories:

Since you may not be french, I will translate for you. When people say that he doesn’t have romantic feelings for Sakura or that Sai didn’t misunterstood Naruto and that he’s letting go of her, I’ll just tell you one word. WRONG.

  • “You like Sakura, don’t you ?” (english version) -> “Wouldn’t you be in love with Sakura, by any chance ?”. (french version)

While Sai is telling “you like” in the english version, leaving a doubt about the nature of his feeling it is clearly said in the french version “in love” leaving no doubt it is romantic feelings.

  • “I read it in a book… people always smile around the people they like. And you’re always smiling at her. Did you tell her about what you feel ?” (english version) -> “I read that in a book, we smile stupidly at the one person we love. And it’s always the case when you look at Sakura. Did you declare your love ?” (french version).

Again, in the english version, the word “like” is used and in the french one, it is “love”. And the french traduction adds that his smile to Sakura is the one of an idiot in love with someone.

  • “…How can I ? I can’t even keep my promises” (english version) -> “Like I could do it… Me, the man who can’t keep his promises” (french version)

It has the same significance however, the french one has more impact. It’s not that he doesn’t want to confess but he can’t because he feels unworthy, given by the fact that he didn’t fullfill his lifetime promise yet. He clearly states it is the only reason why he didn’t confess yet.

It is also a proof that he didn’t move on. He’s still in love with her. Except Obito, he is the only one in the manga who didn’t confess to the person concerned. It is obvious to have Naruto (aka the main protagonist of the manga who never gives up) confess sooner or later. Although Sakura might won’t reciprocate his feeling, we still need a closure.

This scene heavily implies that we’ll have this confession once he’ll fullfill his promise of a lifetime.

Sai’s intervention:

  • “Even I can tell that he really loves you” (english version) -> “Even to me, it is plain to see… that Naruto loves you with all his strength” (french version)

This page is so shattering… It shows how Sai makes her realise the weight of his feelings. Yes, this promise was for himself: he wanted to save Sasuke, one of his first bonds he ever had. But it was also his way to express his love to her.

And through her realisation, we saw the pieces we saw but she didn’t. She realised his fake and pained smile was because of his unrequited love and not because Sasuke left. He’s willing to sacrifice his own hapiness just to see her happy with a pained smile on his face he already saw.

It is proven when she said “I’m the one who’s caused him the most pain… I’ve done nothing but make mistakes. I don’t want to make another one.”

  • “…the fool’s in love with me…so let me do it.” (english version) -> “he’s stupid enough to fall in love with a girl like me. It is I who must persuade him.” (french version)

The french version really captured the essence of Naruto and Sakura feelings to each other. Naruto feels unworthy toward Sakura because he didn’t fullfill his promise of a lifetime. Sakura feels unworthy toward Naruto because she hurt his feelings and was clueless about the weight of this promise. That’s why he wants to realise this promise so hard. That’s why she made her “confession"  and she decided she must be the one to kill Sasuke even if it means he might hate hate after.

In conclusion, Naruto’s feelings for Sakura is clear: he’s in love with her. He will confess once his promise realised. Sakura’s exact feelings for him are still unknown, constituing one of the main question of the manga to be answered. Their relationship is one the most pure and selfless (romantic or not, it is debatle for Sakura’s intention).

Ship it or not, but at least appreciate the beauty of the altruism of their actions for each other.

PDA? (Edited) (Sam Wilkinson imagine)

| Requested by anon: Can you do an imagine where everyone thinks Sam isn’t good enough for you because they think he doesn’t care about you, but when you 2 are alone he’s the sweetest person ever. He over hears the conversation and starts changing and being like how it is when it’s just you 2.

(Disclaimer: I made a Nate version of this. I edited a little and changed some things bc I’m lazy :) I’m sorry but I didn’t feel like making another imagine that exactly the same lmao. Hope you guys still enjoy :) x)

“(Y/N), I just need to get this of my chest.” One of my best friends, Talia said.

“What’s up?” I asked concerned. We were at the skate park with my boyfriend Sammy and our friends.

“Listen, uh… I-”

“We think Nate is no good for you.” My other best friend, Quincy, told me.

“What? You’re being ridiculous.” I laughed. “You’re fucking with me.”

“Sorry to say this, sweetie. But seriously everyone sees it.” Talia pointed out.

“You guys have no idea of how our relationship is.”

“You’re right. But it barely looks like you guys are dating?” Sam hated being cheesy in public, while he was really sweet and cuddly when we were alone.

“He hates PDA.”

“‘He hates PDA’ what is that for excuse, sweetie?” Quincy said. She was always the one who said everything truthful. “Anyways, tell me. How is the real Sam Wilkinson?”

“The sweetest thing.” I smiled.

“And what is the reason he can-t”

Sam approached us as he sat down next to me and threw an arm around me. This was a first. “Hey baby girl.” He smiled.


“Where are y'all talking about?” He smirked at us.

"Periods.” Quincy was also the one who was sassy all the time.

“Interesting.” He nodded. “Let’s go on a date tonight.” He said while playing with my hair. "You and me at Olive Garden?” He smiled.

“Uh, sure!” He smiled at me. He must’ve overheard us.

“Then that’s official.” He said while kissing me real quick.

I looked at Talia and Quincy and saw they were just as surprised as I was.

What just happened?

(Sam’s POV)

“You guys have no idea of how our relationship is.” I heard while walking past (Y/N) and her friends. I quickly hid behind a tree.

“You’re right. But it barely looks like you guys are dating?” It were (Y/N), Quincy and Talia discussing our damn relationship.

“He hates PDA.” I sure did.

“'He hates PDA’ what is that for excuse, sweetie?” Sassy much? “Anyways, tell me. How is the real Sam Wilkinson?”

“The sweetest thing.” But only for (Y/N).

I decided to disturb their convo. “And what is the reason he can-t”

I sat next to (Y/N) and threw my arm around her. She looked at me confused as hell. “Hey baby girl.” I smiled.


“Where are y'all talking about?” I tested them.

"Periods.” I chuckled and nodded my head.

“Interesting.” Well this was awkward. “Let’s go on a date tonight.” I randomly said, breaking the awkward silence. “You and me at Olive Garden?” I smiled once again.

“Uh, sure!” She was so cute, not knowing what I know.

“Then that’s official.” I said while kissing her quickly. I walked away and smirked to myself.

“One thing that irritates me in instances with the police is that they feel like they have to be physical…You don’t always have to grab ‘em, throw ‘em in the car, handcuff him, or mace him, or pull out your baton and just beat the crap out of a guy…The police are another version of a bully…They emphasize kids who commit suicide because they’re being bullied. How do you think we feel when we’re being bullied? And we’re adults…If you guys really wanna take care of a bully, take care of the biggest one, and that’s the police…They’re the ones who have been bullying since, what, I don’t know, forever?”


anonymous asked:

It makes me really mad when I see people "humanize" SW by saying things like "but she has a high IQ" or "but she's independent and in a bad situation" because I feel like you shouldn't have to justify someone's personhood just because they're a SW. Like people shouldn't have to say things to seemingly meant to cancel out being a sex worker. Idk it's just one of those microagressions that get to me

it’s shitty respectability politics! like, if that’s what they’re going to base our rights on, on our adherence to THEIR determined standards of suitability, then what about all the people who don’t meet those standards!  

it’s just another stupid version of the hobbyist thing: “I’m not a dirty whore because I do this for fun!" 

"I’m not worthless because I’m smart and have a degree” “I deserve this because of this" 

no, we deserve rights because we’re humans, across the board  no matter what the situation 

anonymous asked:

Did you think Mutsuki let a ghoul come in and murder his family? Or he killed his father (in sense of self-defense), but then forged it as a ghoul crime ?

I think there’s something about the deaths of his family that Mutsuki is hiding. But I don’t think it’s that he killed his family. I think that’s too simple and also that it doesn’t fit with the rest of Mutsuki’s story.

Here’s some things we know, which make Mutsuki’s past suspicious:

1. The CCG questioned him about his family’s deaths and asked if there was something between him and his parents. Which means the CCG suspected at one point that Mutsuki may have had some involvement in their deaths.

2. There were rumors at the academy that he killed his family, and that “he held a bloody knife”. These rumors are not necessarily true, but I think they also suggest that, like the CCG, the other students were suspicious of Mutsuki for some reason.

3. He’s afraid of blood, to the point where he’s nervous getting blood drawn by a doctor and he asks Sasaki to cook meat well so it isn’t bloody.

4. He’s afraid of ghouls, and of people who look at others with a predatory eye.

5. He’s afraid of Sasaki but it’s not Sasaki himself, and instead the fear that he’ll become like Sasaki (a powerful ghoul who loses control of themselves).

6. When he thinks he’s dying at the auction after being severely injured, he thinks of his family and thinks that he wants to see them.

So. The story that we can piece together is that something happened that resulted in the deaths of his parents and brother, but left Mutsuki alive. That something probably involved a lot of blood, since Mutsuki is afraid of blood, and there’s the rumor he held a bloody knife. There’s the possibility that Mutsuki was injured during that event, since he had some major scars from serious injuries. (Although those scars could have come from his father’s abuse as well.)

The circumstances were suspicious enough that the CCG thought Mutsuki may have had some involvement, but not enough that they found Mutsuki guilty of murder or any kind of cooperation with ghouls, and the CCG even asked Mutsuki to become an investigator. So the CCG ultimately concluded a ghoul was involved in the deaths and Mutsuki was not.

Mutsuki would have had a motive in his father’s death, but what about the deaths of his mother and brother? We haven’t seen anything about his relationship with either of them, and since he thinks that he wants to see his family when he is close to death, I think that means there was some positive aspect to those relationships or some attachment there.

As of right now, I think there’s absolutely more to Mutsuki’s story than “ghoul killed his family”. I also think it’s true that Mutsuki doesn’t remember some of it, and he has gaps in his memory that aren’t uncommon with trauma, so possibly he isn’t sure what happened. But I do think a ghoul was involved in some way, because otherwise the CCG wouldn’t be involved afterwards.

Perhaps something happened at Mutsuki’s home that caused blood to be drawn, and attracted the attention of a ghoul? Or perhaps when a ghoul showed up, it created a situation that Mutsuki took advantage of in order to stay alive, since we know he’s willing to fight to stay alive (and even ate humans without hesitation at the auction so he could heal). Maybe he had an opportunity to help them but decided not to help his father. Maybe there’s something else entirely.

I also think it’s worth noting that Mutsuki is afraid of becoming like Sasaki and losing control. Maybe he’s afraid of becoming like a mindless ghoul that attacks without control, if that was something he witnessed when his family was killed. (Or on another side maybe he’s afraid of losing control of himself because that’s happened to him in the past, or because he fears that is what happened during one of his memory gaps?)

Sorry I’m not being very specific. But the short version of the above is: I think there are suspicious circumstances to his family’s deaths, and I think Mutsuki had some involvement that causes him to feel guilty. I do not think Mutsuki killed his entire family, but I’m not ruling out him harming his father in particular at this point in time. I also do think there was a ghoul involved in the deaths.


    RP IS RP. It’s not real life and it’s not permanent. Making people feel like worthless pieces of shit is not okay. It’s also not okay to get them to the point where they no longer want to live. YOUR words have consequences just like mine do. We all need to choose them wisely.

Verses will come and go. MUSES come and go. We’re the only constant things–the muns. And belittling one another isn’t going to make anything better. A lot of us have issues on this website–myself included and that means you have to be the best version of yourself.

And if you feel like you aren’t going to be? Then walk away and say nothing. That’s what I’ve started doing. SAYING NOTHING. Because saying nothing is better than saying something H O R R I B L E.

amemjh  asked:

How do you feel about people who draw garnet with straight hair? I've seen people argue that it's racist to remove her canon Afro, but I've also seen people argue that's it's racist to assume black people can only be drawn in one hairstyle I'm not sure how I feel on it

I’m slightly conflicted on the matter, to be honest. If someone is doing Pilot Garnet or just another version of her in general then that’s okay in my book. Because, in that sense, it’s clear that they’re working outside of canon and just mixing up her hair for fun. 

But I’ve definitely seen some weird work arounds that people have done to make her hair not an afro while still making it the same shape?? And it definitely sets something off in me when I look at it. Like… Why? Why put so much effort into making it not an afro? But yeah it’s kind of on a case by case basis for me when it comes to changing her hairstyle. Most of the time it’s fine! But there are times when it’s good to ask someone why they happened to draw her hair that way.