Hi there! I'd like to ask, what do you think are Sebastian weaknesses? Can a seemingly perfect person who is capable of doing nearly everything be flawed? Flaws are what attract us to characters and make them relatable yet I don't really see that Sebastian had any. Despite that he is a complex character well-loved by many. So how does that work? What are your thoughts? :)
I think even Sebastian has weaknesses. For example, he’s very self-confident and I think that could cause him to overestimate himself sometimes. He’s used to winning and achieving mostly anything. But because of that he may underestimate his opponents. Undertaker is a good example for that. Sebastian wasn’t even able to tell that he’s a shinigami. And in the Campania arc he suffered from the consequences. In the Weston arc he seemed to have learned a bit from the past since he disregarded Ciel’s order to catch UT in order to protect Ciel instead. But I still think that Sebastian’s pride and self-confidence could be his downfall.
For human standards I would also say that his lack of empathy and the way he regards humans is a weakness since he’ll always end up alone like that. But for a demon like Sebastian this may not be so bad. (However, since he says he enjoys playing the butler I think he might have been lonely before (or at least bored) and might not have been happy about it. So maybe a friend or two would be good for him.)
If it’s about fighting I think that the contract is one of Sebastian’s weaknesses. He needs to protect Ciel and that can distract him from fighting which gives his opponents an advantage (like it happened in the Campania arc or in the Weston arc). And since a Death Scythe seems quite effective on him I think Sebastian can be defeated, despite his strength, especially if his focus is on protecting a human.
And then there are cats…
So yeah, I think there are quite a few weaknesses that Sebastian has. There are probably more than the ones I’ve listed. Even someone who appears to be ‘perfect’ has some flaws.
I am begging you. Please. Please. Stop standing at max range when it’s not absolutely necessary. Find your healer(s) and stick somewhat close. They’ll thank you when their group heals/buffs hit everybody and they’re not forced to drain extra mana. ;___;
The obnoxious vibrations of your phone distract you from the splatter of paint that had you preoccupied for the past couple of hours.
You picked up your phone from your table, the light from it seemingly unpleasant as you typed in a quick response.
You [12:30] : Do you really want to go out that bad?
MusclePig™ [12:30]: I haven’t seen you in a week, my heart and dick are throbbing for you.
You threw your phone down on to your bed beside the hardwood table that you were seated on, silently laughing to yourself as you read his last message.
That’s definitely something Jungkook would say. Over the past couple of months you had gotten to know him better, the both of you often bonding over anime or stupid memes; sometimes just listening to each other as he babbled on about a new plot he had thought of.
You’d been avoiding going out with him over the past week, trying to focus on classes and the projects at hand. But Jungkook wouldn’t let you stay in this hermit hole that you had created for yourself.
“You’re not a bad person, you can get out of it and I believe in you. If no one else believes in you just trust that I believe in you.”
“Please keep your chin up. You may not see it now but you are a unique beautiful individual in your own way, so keep on fighting and stick in there.”
“I hope I can be there for you, as a voice as a friend while playing games with you. If anyone feels lonley or depressed or anything like that, Jack is here.”
“Sometimes you gotta have downs, to have ups. It’s not always gonna be fucking rainbows and sunshine all the time, that just doesn’t work that’s not life. Life is gonna kick you in the hoochies every now and then you just gotta get up and go ‘Hey! That hurt! That made me cry. But I’m gonna get up stronger from that and not get kicked in the hoochies again.’ ”
“You have to have some of the dark times to be able to experience the light every now and then.”
“Failure is not the end.”
“Sadness isn’t weakness.”
“It’s not about the final product, it’s about the journey, the experience. Being able to look back and say “I did this!”
“Whatever you like to do, whatever you’re good at, DO IT! Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”
“Do what you do. Do what makes you happy. And stop trying to please everyone else, just be happy.”
“Be true to yourself.”
“Do your best.”
“Be more positive.”
“Sometimes it’s good to take a deeper look at yourself and see the flaws so you can work on them and become a better person.”
“Learn your weaknesses and fears. Embrace them, then no one will be able to use them.”
“People are just gonna hate you for really stupid reasons sometimes. And you just gotta power through it. You just gotta ignore them. Don’t take the haters seriously.”
“You make me smile. Thank you!”
“If I can make one person smile or laugh everyday then I know I’m doing good.”
“Do great things. Work harder.”
“Whatever you’re going through is temporary. Suicide is permanent. It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I believe in you and whatever you’re going through you can fight through it.”
“So please, keep on fighting.”
“Go out there and show the world who’s boss!”
"Think before you act.”
I’m sure there are tons more and this doesn’t even include the countless twitter and tumblr inspirations he’s posted as well. It’s also one of the main reasons I respect him so highly and look up to him. Jack if you ever read this, thank you for making my world a little brighter everyday.
Can you do GOT7's reaction to you looking hot while working out? Thank you~ 💖
Mark - It’d catch his eye to see you working out. To him, there was just something quite attractive to see you working out. Mark would be very smug and wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you.
Jaebum - He would just stare at you without shame, enjoying every second of seeing you work out and would ask if you’d like him to help you burn some more calories.
Jackson - He’d be mesmerized with seeing you work out and doing your best to stay in shape. Jackson would be nervous to see you being warm and sweaty, the images making him go slightly crazy. He would also love to join in on the workout and therefore asks if he could.
Jinyoung - He would find it very attractive, an immediate smirk making it’s way onto his lips. He’d gently bite his lip as he watched you, his mind wandering into certain thoughts.
Youngjae - Would be amazed at how you’re doing a bunch of exercises and would hope you aren’t pushing yourself too hard. Youngjae would then notice how hot and sweaty you look, slowly growing nervous with his thoughts.
BamBam - Definitely would be turned on. Him seeing you sweating and your facial expressions whilst your work out would make him weak.
Yugyeom - Would enjoy the scene of you working out, he’d get quite turned but would keep quiet, he didn’t want to bother you during your workout. He would also get very shy if you caught him staring.
Don’t worry about whether you will ever find someone good… Because you are not the one who will find them. He is. And everything in the world belongs to Him, everything is created by Him, everything is decreed by Him. He is Al-Qawee - the most powerful and He is Al-Kareem - the most generous. Don’t disrespect Allaah subhaanahu wa ta'aala by underestimating His power… His plan for you and doubting that He has prepared good.
Work on yourself and be the person that you want to meet - in every way.
You want your spouse to be consistent and attached to their prayers?
Work on that in yourself!
You want your spouse to be in control of their anger and be tolerant towards others and speak in a gentle manner?
Work on that in yourself!
You want your spouse to refrain from talking to any member of the opposite gender apart from you and the permissible ties?
Work on that in yourself!
It’s OKAY if you try and then fall off the wagon… Just don’t stop trying, keep fighting until you win the battle between you and your nafs.
Ask yourself. Would you marry the male/female version of yourself? Honestly…
Everything that you want. Everything you wish, dream, hope and pray for in a spouse… Work on that in yourself no matter how small it seems - make your motivation the concept that good men are for good women and good women are for good men.
If Allaah subhaanahu wa ta'aala holds to account even an atoms worth of arrogance, surely He won’t let slide an atoms worth of good effort from you.
Work on yourself, repent for your shortcomings and weaknesses. Ask for strength and firmness, and do not worry. Have good hope in your Lord that He will reward you with what you are seeking.
Make du'aa & ask Him not to make your spouse a source of stress, trials and sadness, but rather, a source of comfort.
Before you start thinking that good men and women don’t exist anymore…
Are you one of them?
Do you deserve one of them?
WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 3
I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @awkard-fangirl88 FOR MAKING ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER AND WRITING THIS PART.
now guys I have absolutely no excuse as to why I’m so late with this chapter. I would like to apologize to everyone I kept waiting, I hope it will not happen again but I never know what will happen.
SCENARIO- The joker finally has his daughter but for how long.
Warnings- talk of mental abuse, physical abuse, language (of course)
You grunted as you held on to the wound that covered your left side. You were limping as you saw the exit coming closer and closer. Closer to freedom. You could hear the sound of boots behind you and dogs barking but you just ignored it and kept limping towards your only chance of seeing the outside world again. A world you haven’t seen for 6 months.
You don’t believe it’s been 6 months since you were on the ladder of that helicopter with your joke of a father.
You remembered the look on your families faces as they discovered your nature, who your real blood was. Thank god that Harley Quinn wasn’t your real mother, because that would make things so much better. (Who knew you could fit so much sarcasm in one sentence)
You only ever saw her once in a while and it never ended well for her. She was a good woman, crazy, but a good woman.
Harley never deserved to be played by the joker, he twisted her mind worse than even his was. He was crazy because he ignored everything, she was crazy because she ignored everything except love and love can make you insane, that one true, no escaping from your own mind, insane.
Your time with your father had not been much better. From the beginning all he did was try to tear you down, so you could be made to his picture.
You felt the cold water hit your face as you lied on the cold medal slab in the back of your cell in nothing but sweatpants and a dirty white tank top.
Your “room” only had the necessities. A small barred window, a calendar, a toilet, a slab of metal called a bed, and a sink. Also the floor was filled with 3 inches of water.
“Wakes wakey sugar, time for another one of daddy’s quizzes.” You heard the joker say from the other side of the bars where he stood holding a now empty bucket.
“No.” You said throwing your forearm over your eyes.
You had been locked up in this hell hole for 4 months now and you were done. The joker made sure you had a calender in your room so you knew every single day that passed by the sun that shined through the tiny barred window you had and you were sick and tired of his games. Not in the way of you wanted to die, just you were done with playing to his whims.
“See I don’t remember, ASKING YOU!” He yelled as he flipped the switch causing hundreds of volts of electricity to shoot through the water of your cell, up to you where it felt like a lightning rod was being sown through your skin.
You screamed bloody murder as you arched your back off the metal slab and could feel your head wanting to explode.
Your heard the switch click off and the joy of your fathers laughter from the other side of your cell as you curled into a ball and held your head.
You weren’t what you used to be. They didn’t feed you the right food to keep you strong and you couldn’t work out from being so weak all the time, so your muscles slowly started to deteriorate. Your strength was apart of your combat style and was starting to leave you defenseless.
“Now be a good girl and get up.” He said as he opened the door to your cell.
You rolled off the slab and landed on your knees, on the water covered floor. You struggled to pick yourself back up off the floor, which used to be a easy task, now, not so much. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers as two guards came in and picked you up by your arms and dragged you out of the room behind your other 23 chromosomes donor.
It was the same as everyday since you’ve been here. You were sat in a all dark room with a projector with hundreds of pictures of the batfam. Damian and you taking out the riddler, Dick hanging out with Tim in full consume on top of Wayne enterprises, Bruce with the justice league and finally Jason.
He was out with the rest of the outlaws taking out a threat you had no idea about. You felt your muscles tense as you looked at him, with his guns pulled out and his mask on, he looked amazing. You could tell exactly what face he was making under that mask, you knew what he was thinking and it hurt.
Everyday it would be new more recent pictures and you noticed that all of the batfam looked more weary than usual, especially Jason. He was more brutal than normal and sloppy.
At the end of each “session” you would be asked one question.
“Who are they to you?”
Every single time you replied with your held high and said the words that kept you going through all of the misery.
“They’re my family.”
You would then be dragged back to your cell and do the same thing the next day, but on the last day of the 6th month of you being tortured, things were different.
When you were dragged back and thrown into your cell, you instantly passed out from hitting your head on the metal bed. Thank god you landed face up or you would have drowned from the water, you desperately hated.
When you woke up hours later, you noticed someone standing at the front of your cell with the door open. It was Harley Quinn who had tears streaked down her face.
“Sugar you gotta go, I’ve got about 5 minutes before they come for both of us and this is the only way I’m helping.” She said in a worried voice that still managed to sound perky as she outstretched a hand to help you up.
You looked at her red nail polish with a eye brow raised. You didn’t understand, was it a test put together by your father or was the infamous Harley Quinn being genuinely kind.
“Why?” You croaked out as she started to shake her hand in a fast motion signaling for you to grab it.
“I’m stuck in this life, I chose it for myself, you didn’t and you don’t deserve it.” She said in a harsh whispered voice as she kept leaning back and peaking down the hall.
You looked at her once more, then grabbed her hand hoisting yourself up. As soon as you were standing next to her, a slight prick sensation was in your right arm. You looked down to see Harley pushing a clear liquid from a needle into your arm. You felt the room go brighter and your senses grow sharper.
“What the fuck did you just give me.” You said as you rise to your full height and heard your back pop from not being properly stretched out in the past few months.
“That darlin, is what we call pure adrenaline, I say you have about 15 minutes before you start to feel like death.” She said with a small giggle and looked at a nonexistent watch on her wrist.
“Well toodles” she said, then skipped down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.
“Fucking crazy ass lady.” You said as you stepped out of your cell and turned down the familiar hall where you were then ambushed by a bunch of goons who managed to injure you with a dagger down the left side of your stomach, which led to where you are now.
You could feel the last bits of adrenaline wearing off, it burned through your system so fast it only lasted about ten minutes. You limped through the final door, managing to put all of your body weight on it and tune the handle and took in your surroundings.
You were on a cliff that over looked some unknown body of water, in the middle of the night, with the moon being the only source of major light. You looked behind you to see the bastard coming up the stairs wth his army behind him.
“Welp looks like I only have one option.” You muttered to yourself as you took a a running start and leaped off the cliff.
4 months later in midway city
You had absolutely no idea how you survived that jump. All you could remember was jumping off the cliff, then the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a beach in the middle of the day.
You sat there covered in sand for what felt like days but was only probably about 3 hours. You just needed a minute, as you tore off the ends of your sweatpants to make a makeshift bandage for your wound.
You couldn’t go back home, could you even call it that anymore, home? They would hate you, they would try to lock you away. You couldn’t be locked away again, you wouldn’t let them.
You got off that beach and walked for what felt like hours until you stopped in Midway city. You smelled like the ocean, not in a good way, you hadn’t taken a proper shower for months, you were starving and cold but that’s exactly where you made your final decision.
You would rebuild yourself here, start a new life, be a new person. Leave everyone and everything in your old life, sadly though it truly meant everyone. You’ve been here ever since.
Meanwhile in Gotham
“BATMAN, JOKER SPOTTING ON THE SOUTH STREET!” Tim shouted into the coms as he jumped from building to building.
“On it.” Almost every single person in the batfam said at once into the coms.
Jason and Dick were on their cycles at different points in the city on route to the site. Damian and Bruce drove in the batmobile while Barbara rode on top because she quote said “because I’m batgirl.”
They all arrived in a exact unison surrounding the Joker. After you were taken they all dedicated there time to keep there eyes on the look out for the joker and their spare time looking for you.
When you were first taken they searched everywhere, in uniform and out of uniform, night and day, but they couldn’t find you anywhere. There were no clues or leads so they were just running in blind. They had to slow down after 3 months when the villains of Gotham got worse, they thought the bat was done for.
Jason took your abduction the hardest, you were his rock, his anchor, his one true love and he felt like he didn’t even have the balls to tell you how he felt. He never would have cared you were that bastards daughter. You weren’t like him, you showed Jason that even people that came from demons, could turn into angels.
“Where is she, you freaking lunatic?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, as he pulled his guns on the joker who only stood in the middle of the circle of heroes, looking at the ground.
Jason fired a bullet that zipped by his ear as the rest of the family stood completely still letting Jason have his moment.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, where is she?” Jason questioned again with his modulated voice as he cocked the gun.
A low chuckle turned into a horrendous laugh as the joker raised his head and looked at Jason straight in the face.
“Oh that’s hilarious.” The joker said as he wiped tears out from under his eyes.
“What, what’s so funny?” Jason said as he lowered his guns and everyone could feel the glare he was giving the clown.
“Well here’s the situation little red riding hood, I don’t have her, she went bye bye.” He said as he did a wave and laughed some more.
“What did you do with her?” Bruce asked in his most menacing voice.
“Ohhhhh I didn’t do anything, last time I saw her she jumped off a cliff and you know the deal with those pesky heroes she probably lived but then again she could have died. I mean I would go for the latter, anyways in the end, who really cares?” He questioned in a fake voice with a large frown and a fake boohoo.
“JASON DON’T!” Dick yelled as he saw Jason put his finger on the trigger of his gun and aim at the jokers head.
“JASON IT’S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED, STOP IT!” Barbara yelled from where she and Damian both stood in rigid positions by the batmobile.
“Give me one good goddamn reason.” Jason said as he fixed a hard stare onto the clown prince of crime.
“Because she would have said no.” Bruce said as he put his famous glare on Jason.
Jason exhaled though his nose in frustration but reluctantly put his gun down and squeezed the handles of his bike instead.
After 30 minutes and the joker being placed back in Gotham all of the batfam returned to the manor to tell Alfred what happened and discuss what they have learned.
“If she’s alive, wouldn’t she have come home by now.” Alfred said looking around at the table, where they were all currently seated.
“No, not exactly.” Tim said as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Bullshit.” Jason said as he rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table.
“Think about it, she kept this a secret from us for the entire time because she probably thought we would have hated her, especially you Jason. Now that her secret is out she is scared that if she comes home we’ll just reject her.” Bruce said standing up, avoiding Jason’s glance at him and walking around the table.
They were both thinking of the night when batman lost his Robin. How Jason prayed for Bruce to make it on time, how Bruce mourned after Jason died. Jason forgave him for that night, he would never admit to it, but he did. All because of a girl who opened his eyes.
“She thinks we hate her because her father is the joker, even though she has done so many good things to help us and make Gotham a better place.“ Dick said leaning back in his chair as a look of pure sadness and confusion crossed over his face.
“We don’t choose our family, we make them, assemble them piece by piece, we just need to make her understand that.” Jason said as he stood up and walked over to the bat computer.
“Well how do you want to do that?” Damian asked with a bored expression, even though they could all see the worry in his eyes.
He would never in a million years admit it but he had a soft spot for you and the way you always helped him when he was in distress. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical, you always managed to crack away his facade and see the true kid he was. He knew what it felt like to come from a evil family background and he wished he could have been there for you, the way you were there for him, in his moments of need.
“We have to draw her out someway, get her to come to us, she knows how we operate so she would know how to stay hidden, we can’t just try and find her.” Bruce said as he stood next to Jason at the computer and gripped his hand on the back of the chair.
They looked at the picture of you they had on the screen, to keep their spirits high as to not forget you, not like they would anyways.
“Guys what if she’s not hiding though, what if she didn’t make it?” Barbara questioned everyone as she played with her fingers and looked down at the table with bags under her eyes from countless night of looking for you.
“Well with what I’m planning to do we will get an answer either way.” Bruce said as he sat down at the computer and started typing away.
“What are you gonna do?” Jason questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to punch someone, at the same exact time.
“I’m gonna make something happen so big she can’t resist but to come out of hiding and see us.” Bruce said in a dark tone with a frown as the rest of the kids just looked at each other and nodded with somber eyes.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
You felt fuzzy. As if you had downed a full bottle of whiskey, or taken a handful of sleeping pills. Your mouth seemed full of cotton, and your head pounded. All of this was easy to take stock of in the first ten seconds since you had woken, especially the confining feeling around your middle. Trying to wrack your brain for what had happened, it came back to you in a rush. Brad had showed up, attacking you when you hadn’t followed through with his plans. You vaguely remembered Jensen showing up, then nothing else.
You could hear the beeping of machines, and the quiet murmuring of people in the room with you. Your body felt tired, and weak, but you worked hard to open your eyes. You needed to see who was in the room with you. At first all you accomplished was a fluttering, the effort almost more than you could handle. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you were staring at the stark white hospital ceiling. Trying to take a deep breath, you gasped at the sharp pain, wanting to cry as it radiated through you.
“I love you.”
It’s one of the most sought after phrases in the world. The things people will do to hear someone say, “I love you,” have surprised us in countless stories, movies, and songs. The things people will do for someone who loves them are equally as astounding.
Why do we love hearing, “I love you” so much? Maybe its the promise of holding a place in someones heart, or the awakening knowledge of a new significance you hold in someones life. Often its the phrase expressed before a relationship takes its next step, the expression that one is loved for all their silly quirks, for their looks, for their heart, or for who they are (the good, the bad, and the imperfection). People thrive off that idea, that they are enough, that they are someone’s everything.
We love to be loved.
I believe in love. I believe in its strength and significance in relationships. But I have also learned, that love isn’t always enough. You need more than love to make a relationship work. Love starts many great romances, but love alone won’t make a relationship last forever.
There are six phrases that I think are as important, and possibly more important than, “I love you.” Phrases that I think we should all desire to hear from those we want to be close too. Phrases that should be as important to us as a declaration of love.
6 Phrases More Important than, “I Love You”
1. “I forgive you.”
I forgive you for all the things have done, or will do, that may hurt me. I forgive the way you may lash out when you are hungry, I forgive the things you may say, when you’re tired after a long day. I forgive the times you didn’t even know you upset me. I forgive your big mistakes and the small ones. I forgive you for not knowing what I needed, when I thought you would, or even expected you to know. I forgive you when you fall short, because I see how hard you are trying. I forgive you the way I hope you’ll forgive me, because I know neither of us our perfect.
2. “I’ll sacrifice for you.”
I’ll sacrifice my time for you. I’ll be selfless for you. I’ll stay up late with you as you learn to care for our new baby, even though I have work in the morning. I’ll hold you when your sick. When you are weak, I will be your strength. I’ll be there for you at 3am as readily as I would at 7pm. I’ll be there when no one else is, and I’ll be there 100%. In sickness and in health, my willingness to be there won’t change. My sacrifice is not dependent on your state of being, but rather it is there because you exist and you are someone worth sacrificing for.
3. “I respect you.”
I respect you for who you are, and not for what I feel you deserve. I respect you because you deserve my respect, not because you earned it. I’ll respect your opinions, and consider your feelings. I’ll treat you like a person with your own thoughts, hopes, dreams, and desires. And, those thoughts, hopes, dreams, and desires will matter to me the way they matter to you.
4. “I’ll support you.”
I’ll support your hopes and your dreams. I will always have your back. You can rely on me. I’ll raise you up, and never tear you down. I’ll always make sure you have what you need, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. I’ll lift you back up when you fall.
5. “I’ll protect you.”
I’ll protect you from harm. I’ll protect your heart from pain. I’ll protect the idea of us. I won’t demean you. I’ll treasure you and shield you from that evil, bad, and ugly. I won’t let others put you down. You will be safe in my arms, safe in my hands, and safe in my heart. I’ll be your safe haven, your safety net, and someone you can always trust.
6. “I’m committed to you”
I won’t leave you. I will be here for you again and again. I’ll make, making this work a priority in my life. I’ll look back on our beginning, I’ll work on our now, and I’ll look forward to our future, because we are something that I want to last forever.
Some may argue that if you ‘love’ someone, all these things will be part of that love. That someone who loves you automatically sacrifices for you, respects you, forgives you, supports you, protects you, and is committed to you.
In an ideal, perfect world, I truly believe that all these attributes come together as one and are expressed through pure and unconditional charity. It is a trait we should all strive to develop. But from my experience, we are human, and we fall short of this perfection… even towards those we love.
If it was true that love was all we needed, love wouldn’t be so hard, and relationships wouldn’t fall apart so easy.
The truth is there are lot of people you can love, but very few relationships that you can make last forever. That’s why a person is capable of loving someone more than life, but knowing deep inside that it would never work. That is why people are capable of walking away from those they love. That is why someone can give up a life full of love for a single moment of weak and selfish pleasure. That is why people lie, steal, and cheat, to, from, and on those they love.
I haven’t make any posts or responding to the rest of the asks here recently. I’ve been feeling uneasy (anxious/paranoid) lately..
Currently, I’m working on the UnderDespair AU prologue fanfiction (since February) before continuing the next main Universe-City AU comic-animations because I got an ask that wants to know about the AU I created..orz
WARNING: SMUT, ORAL, UNPROTECTED SEX (keep it wrapped), little it of angst (sorry)
Request from Anon- Hello beautiful 💕 i’d like to request some smut with thor where you’re his fiance (you are an asgardian as well) and you’re really in love with him but he doesn’t like you at first because of Jane but after some time he likes you already.. Ps. Can you pls put as well that Thor brought you to Earth to meet the Avengers??? Thank you XD THANK YOUUUU!
Another smut for you all! I was so keen with this prompt, there is some back story with this, also you are known as the Goddess of Peace and Wisdom, just because I think it’s a nice contrast with Thor being the God of Thunder! But let’s be honest you’re all just here for the smut hahaha ;) well enjoy xx
GIF NOT MINE!
Family, Honor and loyalty, those were the words that your father had brought you up on. Your family were close allies to the All Father ever since your birth you had been connected with the royal family of Asgard. More specifically to one member, Thor. Ever since your birth it was proclaimed that you were to wed the young prince when the time was right, a fait that had its hold on you your entire life. You had grown up with your betrothed when you were old enough your parents sent you off to the palace with the words.
I'm kinda curious why do you hate yoi? Fandom is weird as hell but what's so wrong with the series alone?
IT IS THE FANDOM THAT PROVOKES THE MOST HATRED IN ME.
The Yuri on Ice fandom has utterly ruined the show for me, and honestly, if the fandom didn’t harass real life figure skaters, hallmark executives, and people who don’t like their precious show, all with their battlecry of “well you’re just homophobic”, then i probably would’ve just dismissed yuri on ice as “ok.”
It was mediocre.
A fanservice-fueled mess of romantic cliches, awkward figure skating animation, and sexy butt shots.
Let me lay this down, alright?
Its writing is disjointed, and its characters are either one shot characters or terribly inconsistent, like I still don’t know if Victor is a sociopathic simpleton or just a juvenile, shallow egocentric adult who just doesn’t know how to coach AT ALL.
Or if Yuri is confident or NOT confident.
We never saw ANY reason for him to suddenly be confident in himself, other than he’s sexually attracted to Victor, and Victor is sexually attracted to him, and this for some reason culminates in a sudden increase in talent.
Victuuri as a relationship is also rather poor, which is BAD since the whole series literally hinged itself on it.
It’s based off a drunken encounter that failed to be endearing to ME, because I was wondering why the fuck a stripper pole is present at a black tie formal event banquet.
I also don’t find Victor’s reasons for being attracted to him compelling.
What, he was ballsey while drunk? He skated kinda nice in a youtube video?
Or he just wanted to fuck the shit out of him?
Like…ok, fine. That could work.
Except it didn’t, because Victor never went into that shit at all.
Yuri didn’t even remember it.
And what, they developed a bond while training?
SO WHY DIDN’T WE SEE IT?
What is there to like?
And even if we did see it, look at the characters.
Let’s ignore canon relationships, and look at them as people.
what is there to like about Yuri Katsuki?
That he’s shy and “sweet?”
If you made him female, he would be the least interesting moe shoujo harem chick ever seen.
You would absolutely not like him if he were, say, Shinji Ikari, nervous and unsure of himself in times of crisis.
People like Yuri for only a few reasons, and they’re as follows:
He’s a stand in for them, a gay stand in so they don’t have to be threatened by a cute anime girl.
And he’s shy and flustered and uwu soooo cute, but also sexy and assertive and a power bottom, so I’m told.
These are not traits that stand on their own. They are entirely dependent on an active base of fangirls with no desire to see said character doing anything else or developing.
He’s DULL in other words.
And so is VICTOR.
He’s the ace who can do anything, but chooses to be interested in the guy with low self confidence.
Wish fulfillment. That’s what that is.
Sexy guy takes interest in the “nobody.”
Oldest trick in the book.
And if your argument is that the characters don’t need to be good…uh, yes, they do, because it’s a “sports anime,” purportedly…
Sports anime NEED to focus on either characters and their relationships, or the sport itself.
Yuri on ice fumbled both.
We saw Yuri and Victor vaguely talk about stupid ass shit that revealed nothing about themselves as people…and drop sexual innuendo.
Then we had some bloated individual character drama that either got dropped from the main plot or was simply boring.
Like Sala and her brother?
That weird guy with the fucked up mascara and his angst over his bitchy ex girlfriend?
Those two people I don’t even remember, the Pewdiepie lookalike?
Seriously, Yuri on Ice could’ve been really, really good if it had cut some of the extra characters.
Made Victor and Yuri more like PEOPLE, and not puppets that existed solely to sell some yaoi fangirl bait.
And if Yuri Plisetsky and Otabek were the main couple, yeah.
The thing is, anon, that these things don’t make it the worst anime ever.
I’ll say that liberally.
Yuri on ice isn’t the worst anime ever.
I liked parts of it.
Mostly Yuri P, Otabek, and JJ. I thought JJ should’ve had more of a role, he was talented and his skating was daring, that was a good dynamic.
But why did I really hate this anime?
BECAUSE IT HINGED ON VICTUURI.
A BORING COUPLE OF ANIME STEREOTYPES THAT ARE ONLY APPEALING-
Because they’re gay.
I can guarantee you that if one of them was female, ya’ll would hate it.
And if you’re saying, ok, but it’s revolutionary because it chose to make them both male, that’s a good thing, isn’t it animentality?
It would’ve been revolutionary to have a real story.
Hinged on competition.
And actual anxiety, not anxiety that comes and goes according to when the writers feel like putting it in there.
Panic attacks, nausea, inability to perform…and not YURI fucking crying and then suddenly being perfectly able to perform right afterwards simply because Victor…
SAID SOMETHING REALLY STUPID.
Yuri’s “anxiety” is used as a romantic plot device.
It’s an excuse for Victor to comfort him.
It magically vanishes whenever it doesn’t need to be there.
But my point is…
That Yuri on ice could’ve built up a relationship between them…one without the sauna scenes, without the sexy posing, without the sexy lip touching and ass groping and stupid fanservice touching.
It could’ve built it slowly.
and then the last episode.
They could’ve kissed.
And then it would’ve excused all of the absolute mess that was its story, and its characters.
If they had chosen to make it SEEM like a conventional sports anime instead of hyping it up as gay from the start, then i could’ve forgiven anything else.
I could even forgive its creepy ass anon hate flame warring fandom.
But they didn’t.
They chose to give us two guys sort of kissing, and then having the plot change NOTHING.
They chose to give us a teasing wedding proposal that didn’t seem like one, since Yuri never said yes, and they don’t wear their rings in promotional art.
Nor does Yuri actually WIN his stupid metal.
They gave us a dog in the hospital and a lot of back hugs.
Mediocre anime, anon.
I wouldn’t hate it just for being mediocre…
If its fandom didn’t so actively lead the charge against “homophobes,” acting like their fujobait is some kind of revolutionary of the LGBT movement, the spearhead that ends all homophobia.
Love on ice isn’t plagiarism.
Your anime is just WEAK.
It’s imitated the work of others, and then claims ownership of that work, calling anything even vaguely like it plagiarism.
It claims domination over all forms of lgbt media because it doesn’t “Sexualize” even though the first episode has Victor’s ass in our faces. Even though everyone inexplicably decides to strip and show off those oiled abs for all of us.
It tells me that this honest review is nothing but homophobic.
That by noticing sexualization, I am sexualizing gays.
It says that because I don’t like the show for fetishizing a gay couple, for touting it as an icon of gay media when it didn’t even have the guts to refer to the two of them as a “couple” and chose instead to have Kubo Mitsuro leave it as “ambiguous” that I am some kind of irrational beast who just doesn’t like gays.
I hate yoi.
And let me be candid with my followers, too, the new ones, who didn’t, perhaps, know about this.
I hate yuri on ice.
Not because it’s implied that Yuri and Victor have a relationship.
But because it’s implied they have a relationship.
And yaoi fangirls, ah, they don’t care.
They masturbate with their feelings, remember? As long as the guys are hot, they’ll claim LGBT activism.
They’ll stress how important it is, how special it is, that Yuri on ice is successful (ignoring the fact that they made it successful, AS IN they, the fetishizing young women audience exploited in the past by many other forms of fanservice).
And that…cannot be torn apart from the show.
I cannot judge the show separately from the fandom.
It is a part of it, it IS the show.
Without its fandom, what does it have to offer?
Look at Free!
What happened to it?
Now compare it to snk, what do you see?
Snk has an apocalypse, monsters, a fight for human survival, the depths of the human will.
What does Yuri on ice have?
A meandering story with shallow problems and sexy guys being cute for a camera.
Some corporate-cut standards box full of shit that’s been done before, just not in a gay way.
Myers briggs is too often used to stereotype people, put them in boxes, and dismiss them as always having a certain set of strengths and weaknesses.
Despite their cognitive functions, people have the ability to work on their strengths and weaknesses. So if you meet someone of a certain type, it’s not a given that they’re going to be amazing at X but have the terrible flaw of Y.
Michael Pierce says something really important to consider at the start of all of his videos; “I aim to describe the core of this type’s profile as an individual just as capable or incapable of becoming a hero of the history books as any other personality”. He emphasizes that you can’t judge someone’s character based on their type, you can only understand how they think. Situations that people are in, personal experiences, and even other genetic psychological factors make all the difference in the world.
Jung’s cognitive functions and the MBTI are NOT supposed to put people in boxes and say “this is how you are as a person”. They’re meant to explain how your brain works so that you can be aware of where your strengths and weaknesses lie, so that you can ultimately learn to transcend them and become your best-functioning self. It’s more of a self-reflection and interpersonal-understanding tool than an assessment of personality.
◇ The palace always looked so perfect when you were looking in from the outside.
◇ Sehun x reader
◇ this is kinda scarlet heart inspired but some things are different and the time line is a bit weird too lol / i also kinda rushed it bc i wanted to get something up??? Its also kinda angsty so yep
The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stiffling and boring. Every morning, you prepared the Queen her tea; chamomile, always, because she got easily stressed and was in dire need of a cup of calm.
After helping the Queen get dressed with four or five other hand maidens who really weren’t needed, you would follow the Queen wherever she went. Well, you and 5 other girls. Standing in twos, one row after the other, head bent to the ground and eyes timid and obedient.
You despised it.
Around afternoon, the Queen would be visited by her sons — usually the younger ones, because the elder princes were busy with running the kingdom.
There were 12 in total, but only 3 were hers. The others were sons of concubines, but the Queen was lucky to have had the eldest — Crown Prince Minseok. The second eldest of her sons was the 7th prince, Prince Jongdae, and then the youngest of all the princes, Prince Sehun.
You didn’t think it was fair at all, the life you had to live. And you weren’t even on the worst end of the spectrum! The peasants — they lived even worse. Many a time you had heard about how they scrapped for food, never washed and died from diseases you could easily cure in the palace. On the rare occasion that you were permitted to leave the castle, you were astounded by the rags that hung off their haggard bodies. Because of your job that you took at a young age, you had never had to experience such trouble.
But step into the castle, and it was a completely different story. The Queen never wore the same thing twice. Her clothes were made from the finest linen and silk, her jewellery intertwining vines of gold and precious stones. She drank the finest brewed tea, harvested from private land, and she ate the best cuts of meat. You would never see any of the royal family scrapping for food.
You wanted to hate them. All of them. But you couldn’t — not when your mind was plagued with thoughts of a person you could never have but still wanted.
Not when you were in love with the 12th prince.
Your first encounter with Sehun took place when you were merely fifteen years of age — and he, seventeen.
You began as a simple palace servant girl, washing laundry in the nearby river to make money to feed your family. Your hands always ached and you felt as if you would turn blue from the icy coldness of the water, but nobody seemed to care.
As the youngest of the group of girls who were washing maids too, you were often given the largest pile which resulted in long hours and staying out until late to finish up.
You hadn’t eaten all day, your body was weak, the water was cold and your hands were numbing. You used all of your remaining strength on trying to get the sheets as clean as possible — and before you knew it, you began to get dizzy.
You barely had enough strength left in you to register the fatigue pulsing through your body, before your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you fell face first into the shallow water.
When you first wake, it feels hard to breathe — like something is clogging your lungs. It hurts to breathe, your chest aches and your throat is sore, and every time you inhale you can feel something that’s not supposed to be there in your lungs, and instinctively, you begin to cough erratically. You’re horrified to find water spilling out of your mouth from seemingly nowhere.
Your cloudy vision begins to clear, and your eyebrows furrow when you’re met with a ceiling instead of the night sky. And not the ceiling of the maid’s quarters, because you know that all too well.
“I am glad to see that you are awake.”
Your breath catches in your throat at the voice that resounds from your right, and you feel panic rise in your chest when you sit up and catch a glimpse of a luxuriously decorated room. Oh no. No, no, no, no.
“You know, it is mannerly to face the man who saved you.”
And so you turn, and you’re not faced with a man. You’re faced with a boy — the 12th prince, and automatically you’re rising to your knees despite the weakness in your body and hurriedly moving the bow. There are tears in your eyes because you’re well aware that this means the end of your career and your family is barely scraping by as it is—
You hear him sigh, and suddenly there’s a hand on your bicep pulling you up until you’re sitting back on your knees. You focus your gaze on anything that isn’t his eyes, including the candles burning a few metres away and the blue cloth of his robes.
“I don’t need you to bow,” he chastises, “I want to know why you were out so late, and alone, too. Where were the other maids?”
“S-sleeping, Your Highness,” you manage to whisper, inhaling a shaky breath. “I was finishing up my washing load. I-I’m sorry for bothering you, Your Highness.”
He ignores your apology, instead choosing to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “The Royal Physician said that you are malnourished. You are in no condition to be working…”
“I must work!” You cry hurriedly, a gasp following your statement when you realised that you just spoke without permission. “Please, forgive me, Your Highness, I—”
“You can speak,” he murmurs, “I will not punish you for speaking. I want to know why you’re working when you need to rest.”
His naivety astounds you. How nice it must be to live ignorantly within the castle walls. You’re not required to work, every sickness is cured, and you don’t have to beg for one morsel of food.
“I-I am a maid,” you say, confusion coating your words. Surely, he knew how his servants were living? “My wellbeing is not relevant. I must earn money for my family.”
“Surely, your parents work as well? Do you not have any siblings?”
“My father died years ago,” you frown. “My mother has recently contracted the plague that is terrorising outside of the castle. And I am the eldest of five. My siblings are merely children.”
He stays silent, but you can see the confusion and disbelief on his features. As minutes pass, you’re reminded that you have to return to your quarters so that you can at least get a few hours of sleep.
You bow your head deeply. “I apologise for troubling you, Your Highness. I must return to my quarters.”
You clamber up from what you realise with burning cheeks is his bed, and you’re ashamed of the indecency that you had displayed. You had only started working mere months ago! You could not jeopardise your source of income.
You vowed to never speak to the prince ever again. After all, you were a maid, and he was royalty. You had to be breaking at least one law — but the prince had other ideas.
Just a day after your incident with the prince, you were promoted to a court lady. You were in complete disbelief, for there were maids that had been in the palace for longer than you that had not been promoted. You were given a larger pay, better clothes, and you were required to run the bathhouse that the princes and the princess frequented.
It was no coincidence that on top of this, you seemed to orchestrate the 12th prince’s baths more than any of the others. He would ask you how you were adjusting, if you had eaten, how your mother and siblings were.
And then, as you grew older together, he began to ask you to accompany him for walks around the Royal Gardens, or to drink tea with him. He enjoyed visiting libraries too, and though he’d never admit it, he had a soft spot for toys too. But he couldn’t indulge in them too often, for it was almost time to celebrate his 20th birthday, and it was indecent to act in such a manner.
It was on the night of his 20th birthday that he first kissed you.
You met him in an almost abandoned area of the Royal Gardens, a place that went unseen for a majority of the year by most people. You brought him a special type of tea that you had bargained for with foreign traders, and expressed your gratitude that you would get to see him live another year.
And he had kissed you, and you had enjoyed it.
Your mother grows more sick as each day passes. She had survived the plague from many years ago, but it had made her body weak and frail. She couldn’t work, and your siblings struggled to earn enough money for her treatments — after all, your mother had made you promise that you spent your money on food and clothing.
She dies on a sunny evening when the flowers are blooming and even the poorest peasants manage to be happy. You don’t get the news until a few days after when you are finally allowed a break from working, and the realisation that you had been living happily while your siblings mourned made you feel sick to the stomach.
But you couldn’t mourn. Not now, not ever. Sehun was worried that you hadn’t shed a tear for your mother’s passing, but you couldn’t afford to. You had more incentive to continue working now more than ever, and despite the 12th prince’s concern, you worked harder than ever.
He brought you flowers and held you close in the shelter of the large tree in the deepest part of the Royal Gardens. He offered to pay for a new home for your family, but as always, you refused. How suspicious would it look if you were suddenly able to afford a better house? Inappropriate relations with royalty were punishable by death.
It was a reality that you had to face, anyway: your mother was dead. And the fact that you had to face that reality made you hate life in the palace even more, where everything seemed to be completely perfect. However, like most things, under the surface was a different story.
The Crown Prince was sick. You were forbidden from letting those words from slipping out of your lips, but you could see it. Everyone could. Minseok grew paler and more frail as each day passed. The few times that you drew him a bath, he was in a cold sweat and stared into nothingness when you asked him if he wanted anything else. His lips were chapped and almost purple.
With Minseok’s obvious demise approaching, people were talking within the palace. For one: who would be the next Crown Prince? Logically, it would be the 2nd prince Luhan, but multiple times he had refused the throne. So the 3rd prince, then, Yifan. But there was one large problem with that.
He was power hungry. He aspired to be King, unlike most of his siblings, and who knew the lengths he would go through to make sure his position wasn’t threatened? The atmosphere in the castle was darkening, and the people both outside and inside the castle were unsettled.
The palace was beautiful at night. Since your promotion to hand maiden for the Queen, you had barely got to walk outside alone. But now, with the moon as your only light and the wind as your company, you felt as if you could breath.
In some way, you were glad for the distraction. It stopped you from thinking of your mother, and in turn stopped you from breaking down when you were meant to be alerting the court ladies at the bathhouse of the Queens emergency bath.
It’s only when you’re about to exit the main area of the palace and begin your walk to the bathhouse that you’re interrupted by the very man that plagued your thoughts.
Sehun walks in the opposite direction that you do, his eyes set on you. You’re prepared to completely ignore him, like you usually do in public, and you’re completely taken aback when he grasps your wrists.
“Your Highness!” Your eyes widen, but he gives you no time to question him. He drags you towards the gardens beside the pathway, until you come to a stop surrounded by the beautiful flowers that bloomed under the hard work of the grounds’ keeper. “Sehun—”
“We have to leave,” he pants. You look closer at his face, and you find yourself frowning at the clammy, pale skin and dried lips. “My love, we have to leave.”
“Leave?” You mumble incredulously, eyebrows knitting together. “I have to inform the court ladies of the Queen’s bath! Why ever would we leave—?”
“Listen to me!” Sehun exclaims, grasping your hands shakily in his. “Minseok — Minseok is dead.”
You feel your heart drop to your stomach.“ D-dead?”
“Yifan ordered soldiers to kill him,” Sehun continues, glancing around frantically. “Yifan has been poisoning Minseok with mercury for years.”
Your eyes widen in disbelief as Sehun keeps rambling, and your chest suddenly feels tighter than usual.
“Yifan’s soldiers killed Baekhyun,” he finishes with a shaky breath, his eyes glassed over. “He’ll come after the rest of us. That’s why I’m here: run away with me.”
“Run away?” You echo. Your immediate response is to say yes, but you have to think deeper. “I have family Sehun. I can’t leave them alone. My siblings are only living because of the money I provide—!”
“We’ll take them with us,” he begs hurriedly. “All of us — my mother has a house just north of here. Nobody knows about it except me — they’ll never find us there.”
There’s hesitation painted on your features, and time is running out. You both duck hastily as you hear a band of soldiers run passed, shouting orders of ‘find them!’.
“Please,” he murmurs, his voice broken when he grasps your face between his hands. “I love you too much to leave you behind.”
“I… We—” Your words are cut off, but your tone is strong. You need to say this. You need to have closure. “Let’s go, then. Before the soldiers find us.”
He breaks into that beautiful smile he saved just for you, and you feel your heart lifting in elation — that is, of course, until your vision begins to get blurry, and you see the world around blacken.
“S—Sehun?” You cry out, your stomach twisting in realisation when suddenly there’s ruby red soaking through his robes. His skin fades to a paper white, his lips grey and veins standing out. “Sehun!”
Your lungs flutter for air just like they did all those years ago, except their is no charming prince to help you wipe the tears from your cheeks.
You’re breathing heavy, but you almost always are after your nightmares. It didn’t bother you — the real problem was the disgusting sensation of false hope lingering in your heart. You never wanted to believe what happened was true, but it didn’t stop the world from moving on.
Even if you tried to deny it, you know what happened.
Sehun was killed fighting alongside his brother Baekhyun. He never made it far enough to stop you and lead you into the gardens like he had done so many times before. He had not been able to declare his love for you one last time. You had not run away with him.
The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stiffling and boring. You wished you could be an average hand maiden, especially when your heart breaks every night.
Prompt: @hamwritersWrite-A-Thon Day 4! Write a fic that happens where you live or somewhere close. Celebrate your culture and where you are!
Author’s Note: So I live in NYC. As you can imagine, today’s prompt wasn’t much of a challenge. To combat that, I wrote a piece in which the reader was really vulnerable which made me feel really vulnerable. Posting this is scary, I won’t lie.
Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader
Summary: You’ve been given feedback on your writing by your best friend Lin: he thinks your more provocative scenes could use some work. He’s willing to help, but taking up his offer changes things.
Rating: M, for swearing and… well honestly this is just smut with a long setup. so smut.
Warnings: Making out, blowjobs, swearing, p in v intercourse, sexual tension. And yes, this is an AU where Lin is married to Vanessa and has Sebastian as a son.