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biggest-stupidhead · 1 year

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Demons

A/N: I'm baaacckkkkk, I was inspired by a tik tok about how dangerous the winter solstice is, and how the veil between this world and the next is thinnest this time of year. So, in honor of my previous spooky Nat fic, I wrote this :) Hope you all enjoy! Listen to Demons by Hayley Kiyoko if you're feeling jazzy. Image is from pintrest not mine, credit goes to the creator!

Summary: The darkest night of the year harbors dangerous creatures, and you find yourself in a precarious situation when Natasha returns after a month of radio silence...

Warnings: Uhhhh lesbian sex (duh), blood (minimal), dark! Wanda & dark! Natasha (not super dark just spooky) , slight horror themes, porn w plot, fingering (r receiving, Wanda receiving), oral (r giving & receiving, nat giving). Lmk if I missed anything, this was a long one and I wouldn't be surprised if I did tbh.

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Autumn departed in a long drawn-out battle, temperate weather ebbed into freezing winds and biting blizzards. Bare tree branches scraped against your window, and the leaves have long fallen to be replaced with icicles and heavy snow. Dried herbs and pickled goods littered your minimal counter and cabinet space, casting strange shadows in the dark. You sat in a small armchair near your fireplace, a book splayed open on your lap. The scent of bitternut hickory logs burning filled the space, mingling with the dried herbs and the soup you’d prepared earlier.

Your cat purred as she slept by the fireplace, her paws kneading the air. Your cozy cabin felt lonelier than ever during this holiday season, your only company was the cat. This solitude had never bothered you before, but after Natasha had slipped into your life and just as easily slunk out of your life, you found yourself feeling lonely. Your nightly visitor had stopped visiting, and you found yourself missing her company. After her last visit on All Hallow’s Eve, she stopped coming, and your fears were confirmed. Natasha wasn’t a townie who was visiting your isolated home, she was something else entirely. A true creature of the night, bound by ancient laws to restrict the havoc she could bring to the secular world.

Deep down, you had always known this was the case, her glowing eyes, sharp fangs, and claws hidden under a vague disguise gave her away. You shouldn’t miss her, she was not yours to keep, and she likely hadn’t thought about you since that final encounter. But you thought of her constantly, every night you spent between cold sheets with your fingers buried in your heat you thought of her. You closed your book, eyebrows knitting together at the memory of her body slotting against yours, the chorus of your moans filling your quiet cabin. The book clattered to the ground as you stood quickly from your chair. A log in the fireplace popped loudly, but your cat continued to purr, her flank rising steadily with each tiny breath. You ground your teeth as your eyes flickered around your tiny cabin, taking stock of the herbs you had grown and gathered.

It wasn’t enough. You hadn’t been prepared for All Hallow’s which is why you felt so tormented. Mere days separated you from the Winter Solstice, a time when the veil between worlds was thinnest. It was the popular belief that Halloween or Samhain was the most dangerous night of the year. But those people would be sorely mistaken, the true danger lies in the darkest night of the year which occurs on the Winter Solstice, a time when sun deities are said to have died. You were counting on Natasha’s return on this night, but you needed boundaries this time. You flew into a frenzy, throwing open cabinets and lighting beeswax candles as you rummaged through your stores. It became apparent that you would have to run into town for mistletoe and yule logs. There was little you could do tonight, so you set about pacing your cabin as you made a mental list of what needed to be done.

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As the first rays of sun filtered through your window, you were already dressed and stepping out the door. You hurried into your beaten pickup truck, allowing the ancient vehicle to warm up as you double-checked your list. One full day of sunlight stood between you and the darkest night, between you and Natasha meeting once more. Of course, this was all provided she wanted to see you, a thought that made your stomach swirl with anxiety. Once the truck was warm enough you slowly drove through the powdery snow, navigating your way through the precarious roads.

Once in town, you checked off each item, leaving nothing to chance. You were back in your cabin, unloading sprigs of mistletoe and hauling yule logs into your home. You tethered the mistletoe above every threshold and sprinkled some salt down for good measure. A large chunk of beef was simmering in bone broth on your stove, the aroma overpowering the scent of smoke and herbs. The berries you had preserved were bubbling in a mixture of lemon juice, water, and sugar, well on their way to becoming a fine jam. A feast for yourself would be ready by dark, which wasn’t far away, and maybe if you were feeling generous, you’d welcome a guest.

The afternoon slipped by and you watched the sun set as you placed your jam in jars, the scent of freshly baked bread threatening to overwhelm the scent of the stew. It was the proper way to fend off spirits, a warm meal, salt covering thresholds, and mistletoe dangling above every doorway. Most would surely pass you by, but you were praying that one wouldn’t. As you sat out plates and poured yourself a glass of wassail, the heady scent of cider and cloves filled your nose as you brought the steaming cup to your lips. The flames of your candles licked at the air, occasionally spitting plumes of smoke into the still air. The sky outside was like crushed black velvet with studded diamonds sprinkled across its surface. You found yourself enamored with the vision of perfect constellations, the heat of your drink seeping into your calloused palms.

Just as you began to think about sitting down to eat your meal, there was a soft yet demanding knock on your door. Any feeling of warmth or comfort left your body as gooseflesh rose to the surface of your flesh. You sat your cup down softly and carefully crossed the room, pausing in front of the door, trying not to grin like an idiot.

“Hello?” Your voice was mistreated, rough from not speaking often. Your porch creaked under the weight of whatever was on the other side of your door.

“Let me in.” The voice was unfamiliar, your smile dropped from your face, eyes widening as a cold sweat broke out all over your body. It was feminine and sultry but it certainly was not Natasha.

“No.” Your breathing picked up as you staggered backward, and a soft malicious chuckle filled your ears as if the creature was right behind you. You spun around only to find your crackling fireplace with your cat batting a ball of yarn innocently across the floor. Another slow rhythmic knock rang through the cabin.

“Come on, don’t be scared.” The creature sang between knocks, followed by a soft scratching sound.

“Little witch I know you’re home.” You struggled to maintain your breathing as the scratches grew louder.

“You must be so lonely in there. I can help you.” The scratches stopped, the porch creaked, and the hinges on your door groaned. Carefully, you stepped closer to the door, call it a morbid curiosity. You pressed your body against the door, your ear on the smooth wood as you listened intently.

“Speak to me.” A wispy voice rang through the wood, she was also pressed against the door, and the vision of a beautiful woman just on the other side filled your mind. Subconsciously, your disloyal fingers wrapped around the brass knob, turning it a quarter before a searing heat burned your palm.

You yelped loudly and laughter rang through your cabin, a sadistic sound that made your blood freeze. You stepped back again, nearly tripping over the ball of yarn as you sank into your chair.

“I won’t leave until you open this door.” The voice grew stern and you felt a tear slip past your lashes, the fear encompassing you. Between shaky breaths, you gathered yourself before throwing another yule log onto the fire. The ashes swirled as the logs popped and snapped because of the blistering heat. Your stew was growing cold, the forgotten glass of wassail sat on your counter, and the creaks of the creature outside grew louder and more impatient with each passing minute.

“Let me in.” The voice sounded tired and frustrated as it continued to plead, a pitiful scratch followed the request.

“I won’t!” You shouted into the brisk night air, and the creature hummed.

“You will.” The creature growled and the candles you’d lit flickered out, leaving you in darkness. Your cat yowled before racing into your bathroom, the clatter of things falling led you to believe she had jumped into your shower. The pounding on the door was louder now, more demanding, you covered your ears and curled into yourself, tucking your legs to your chest in fear. Suddenly the pounding stopped, the porch creaked again, and then you could discern a second set of footsteps.

“I told you to wait.” Natasha.

“I couldn’t help myself Natty.” The other voice sounded soft and playful.

“You’ll have your turn.” Natasha hissed and you nearly flew to the door to open it at the sound of her voice.

“Natasha!” You screamed and their hushed voices stopped. The darkness seemed to heighten your senses, you swore you could hear them both breathing heavily on the other side of the door.

“Let me in darling.” Natasha turned the doorknob impatiently and you paused, recalling the salt and mistletoe. You kicked the salt aside and took a deep breath, your hand resting on the brass knob as Natasha turned it once more.

“Just you.” Your voice was shaky and brimming with fear. Natasha laughed softly and turned the knob once more.

“Just me.” Little did you know, she was crossing her fingers between her back, her lips curled into a sinister grin as her friend hovered over her shoulder. You opened the door slowly, peeking through the crack to see Natasha standing innocently, alongside another beautiful woman. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the two. Natasha looked the same, her red hair tied back in a loose braid, green eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She looked like a vixen, her white teeth shining in the soft firelight that slipped through your cracked door.

“This is Wanda, she won’t hurt you.” Natasha stepped aside, and you got your first good look at your tormentor. She had dark hair that hung loosely around her round face, her hands were locked together in front of her. But what truly caught your attention was her face, her eyes were green like Natasha’s but they were wider, more doe-eyed. She had full pink lips that curled into a grin as she noticed your prolonged stare.

“It’s freezing out here.” Natasha hinted at you to let them in, making a show of rubbing her hands together.

“Come in.” You threw all inhibitions to the wind as you let the door swing open and stepped aside. The two stepped in quickly and you shut the door behind them, Natasha paused under the mistletoe, reaching up to tap it lightly. The bundle of leaves swung with the disturbance and you watched it, swallowing thickly as Natasha turned her attention to you. Wanda stood looking into your fire, her neck craning down as she watched the flames lick the logs.

“How festive,” Natasha murmured, reaching out and cupping your face and you found yourself leaning into her touch, despite the coolness of her palms and the sharpness of her claws.

“I missed you.” You whispered as she touched her forehead to yours, red whisps of hair slipping from her braid as she did so.

“I��m here,” Natasha spoke softly, her lips brushing yours as she did so, her thumb brushing over your ear lobe tenderly. She leaned forward and sealed her lips with yours, setting a slow and sensual pace as her arms circled around you, pulling you flush against her.

“Wow get a room.” Wanda scoffed, whirling around on her heel and smirking as the two of you broke apart.

“Can we eat? I’m starving.” Wanda’s green eyes glowed in the firelight, she licked her lips and the fear that was hiding inside of you was ignited again.

“I could eat.” Natasha shrugged, her own gaze languid but lurking beneath you could sense that familiar darkness. Something told you they weren’t talking about your stew, you slipped out of Natasha’s grasp and moved through the small space to grab your drink. You gulped down a few long sips, the auburn liquid slipping past your lips and dripping down your chin. Natasha sighed loudly, walking to Wanda and rubbing her back.

“I’m famished.” You made eye contact with each of them, blinking slowly as the two broke into sly grins.

“Come here, sweet girl.” Natasha crooned and you slowly padded over to her, your confidence fading with every step. Wanda bit her lip, her sharp fangs protruding as she did so. You wouldn’t be surprised if she had a forked tongue as well, maybe even a pair of leathery wings folded behind her back. Once you were an arm's length away, Natasha grabbed your wrist and reeled you in, kissing your jaw as her hands cradled the back of your neck and wrapped around your waist. Your eyes fluttered closed as you basked in Natasha’s affections, her claws scratching your back softly.

“Give me a turn Natty.” Wanda whimpered and your eyes flew open, meeting her green ones as she placed her chin on Natasha’s shoulder. Wanda’s warm breath fanned over your lips, her long lashes batting as she watched your mouth drop open. Natasha’s lips had found your collarbone, her sharp teeth scraping against soft warm skin.

“When I’m done, you’ll never forget who you belong to.” Natasha hissed against your skin and Wanda giggled, leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours just as Natasha broke your skin. A hot trail of blood slipped down between the valley of your breasts, staining your shirt as it blazed a trail down your body. You gasped against Wanda’s open mouth, her laughter cut through the tension as she cupped the side of our face softly.

Her lips found yours again and you honed your focus in on kissing her, your tongues mingling as your heads turned to reach deeper into one another. Meanwhile, Natasha had sunk onto her knees, resting between you and Wanda as Wanda’s own hands greedily tugged at the hem of your white blouse. Natasha was busy pulling your pants down, along with your underwear, her cold hands roaming along the expanse of your thighs. Wanda broke the kiss so she could pull your shirt off, leaving you completely exposed to the women. She groaned as she cupped your breasts, smearing your own blood across your skin as she leaned in and took a pert nipple between her teeth, biting down softly. You threw your head back and arched into her, Natasha’s finger traced along your labia, smearing your arousal as she watched you and Wanda from below.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this, covered in blood, being such a good girl for us.” Natasha groaned as she sunk a finger into your heat. You whimpered, your hand clutching the back of Wanda’s head as you struggled to meet Natasha’s gaze. Wanda switched breasts, her green eyes lidded as she savored you, her cold hands skating along your sides. Natasha’s own lips latched onto your neglected clit, suckling softly as Wanda returned to your lips, kissing you deeply. Natasha added another finger, slowly curling her digits to massage the rough spot inside of you that she knew drove you crazy. Your knees buckled and you nearly lost your balance, Natasha chuckled as Wanda steadied you, her fingers digging into your shoulders. Natasha continued her ministrations, feeling your pussy clench down on her fingers as Wanda stripped off her clothes.

“Nat, please. I need you so bad.” You whimpered as Natasha’s fingers picked up their pace, her thumb finding your clit once more. Wanda was nearly nude now, her teeth shimmering in the firelight as she leaned in to place fiery kisses along the column of your throat, your head was thrown back in ecstasy. The tight knot in your stomach was becoming unbearable, and the ache between your legs seemed insatiable. Natasha’s fingers held a brutal pace, the loud noise of her fingers sinking into your cunt spurring her on. Wanda’s fingers found your neglected clit, nearly matching the pace that Natasha had set.

“Go ahead sweet girl, come for us.” Wanda bit down on your ear lobe, her lips pressed against the side of your neck. That was all you needed to hear before tipping over the edge, your legs shaking as your eyes rolled back and a wave of pleasure washed over you. Natasha slowly let you come down from your high as Wanda peppered kisses across your collarbones, whispering praises as your heart rate returned to a normal rhythm. You felt like the room was spinning as Natasha cupped your chin in her hand, a smug grin smeared on her face.

“Let's go to the bedroom huh?” Natasha’s brow raised suggestively and you hummed in agreement, eager for what was to come next. The three of you staggered into your bedroom, crowding into the queen-sized mattress that occupied most of the room. Natasha reclined against the pillows, patting the space between her legs and pointing at Wanda, who leaped at the opportunity. Wanda laid back against Natasha’s chest, her head notching between Natasha’s neck and shoulder perfectly, the sight made you jealous. You pushed your lower lip out in a pout, unsure where you were supposed to lay, what you were supposed to do. Natasha laughed, her long slender fingers skating down to stroke Wanda’s glistening pussy, Wanda moaned, burying her face into Natasha’s neck. You watched as Natasha’s fingers slipped into Wanda’s heat effortlessly, her arousal shimmering in the moonlight.

“Come here, sweetie.” Natasha hummed and you climbed onto the bed, slowly crawling between Wanda’s legs. You rested on your elbows, watching as Natasha’s fingers slowly pumped into Wanda’s cunt.

“Go ahead, take care of her.” Natasha withdrew her fingers, a stretchy string of Wanda’s wetness still connecting them. Wanda whined at the loss of contact, her eyes screwed shut as her hips rose from the mattress eagerly. Your mouth watered as you leaned in to place a soft kiss on her clit. Wanda sighed as your tongue lapped at her aching cunt, her hands weaving into your hair to keep you close. Your eyes remained trained on Wanda’s face, which was twisted in pleasure as Natasha’s hands roamed her body and your tongue delved into her.

“‘m close Natty.” Wanda cried out, her hips grinding against your face as you looked at Natasha, trying to see what she wanted. Natasha nodded at you, a proud gleam in her eyes as you focused on bringing Wanda over the edge. Your fingers sank into her heat, slowly setting a steady rhythm.

“Tell me about it, Wanda, what’s she doing to you?” Natasha asked and your cunt throbbed, as Wanda whimpered as her fingers pulled at your hair desperately.

“S-she’s… her fingers are inside of me.” Wanda stuttered as you kept your pace, eager to bring her pleasure.

“Go on…” Natasha sighed, her hands cupping Wanda’s breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples. Wanda gasped, her hips jutting off of the bed and pressing into your mouth. You moaned into her, your mouth watering as you continued to eat her out.

“Natty please, I’m so very close, please let me come.” Wanda yelped as your teeth scraped against her sensitive bud. You felt her clench down on your fingers, her leg twitching as her orgasm built up inside her.

“Go ahead Wanda, come for us, baby.” Natasha hissed into Wanda’s ear and the woman screeched, her thighs clamping down around your head, her fingers pulling at your hair as she rode out her high. You sighed contently as her body shook with tremors, you gave her clit one last kitten lick before departing and she whimpered, at the stimulation.

“Come here,” Wanda spoke between pants and you crawled up her body, your head spinning as she reeled you in for a searing kiss.

“How did she taste (Y/n)?” Natasha’s hand rubbed your back languidly and you broke the kiss to respond.

“Like candy.” You teased and Wanda’s nose scrunched at the jest.

“You surprised me tonight sweet girl.” Natasha hummed, toying with a strand of your hair as you laid down on Wanda’s chest, your own fingers busying themselves in Wanda’s curls.

“It could be like this every night….for a price,” Natasha mumbled, and Wanda chuckled darkly.

“I might just take you up on that offer.” You sighed as Wanda’s nails traced patterns on your back.

“Think about it, we’ll be waiting.” Your eyes slipped closed, tangled in their warmth despite the cold outside. You knew you’d wake up alone, and you knew that if you agreed to their terms, your life would change. For the better? Likely not, but you found yourself weighing your odds. You might just agree if it meant you would spend every night like this.

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carpeossa · 1 year

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Can we just appreciate that Erik is the kind of friend who will actively make sure his best friend (Daroga) knows every single mundane/annoying detail of his life and that when he went silent for 2 weeks because he kidnapped Christine, the Daroga had to go to his home to find out what he was up to?

Also, you know for a fact that the Persian had a feeling that Erik was up to something prior to the kidnapping.

I present to you all, my headcannon:

Daroga: *reading the mail in his parlor* “Erik, I can’t make it to the cafe on Tuesday. I have a meeting with a transcriber who needs help on some documents in Farsi. I can reschedule for Friday at 2.”

Erik: *smoking one of the Daroga’s cigarettes and sitting in his chair* “That won’t work for me, I have an appointment that day. How about the following Monday at 9?”

Daroga: *Stops reading the mail and stares at Erik* “What do you mean you have an appointment?”

Erik: *Waves cigarette as he says* “Just that. I have an appointment.”

Daroga: *points at Erik with the mail* “No, no you don’t.”

Erik: *takes a long puff then exhales, smoke billowing under the vail of his mask* “What? You think that I’m incapable of having a social life that doesn’t involve you?“

Daroga: “Yes.”

Erik: *indignantly flicks ash onto the rug* “Contrary to your asinine beliefs, I am fully capable of having competent discourse with other members of society.”

Daroga: *ignoring the ash and advancing slightly towards Erik*

“You have never in your life given a thought to other members of society. You have always held them with contempt and disdain for not valuing the simple pleasures of being able to walk freely without ridicule or scorn for wearing a mask.”

“So yes, I highly doubt you having any other friends or making any, for that matter, with the exception of me.”

Erik: *promptly standing and towering over the Persian. Throwing the cigarette into the fire*

“You don’t know me Daroga. You may think you know me, but you are sorely mistaken. You are a fool who thinks that I want you, or that I need to converse with you. I am a man fully capable of making connections with other people than you! You damnable ass!”

*Erik storms out of the room*

Erik: *yelling* “Darius! I am leaving you to your boob of an employer! I require my cloak!”

Daroga: *following Erik* “Who is this poor devil that you are harassing?!”

Erik: *turning around and leaning close into the Daroga’s face before shouting* “You will never refer to them as a devil! You will give them at least that much respect!”

*turning back to the hall and shouting* “Darius! Quick, man! Or I shall be forced to render your employer unconscious!”

Darius: *rushing with Erik’s cloak in his out stretched hands*

Erik: *Yanking it from Darius’ hands and putting it on before storming out and slamming the front door*

Darius: “Forgive me for saying this, Sir. But he seemed more impertinent than usual.”

Daroga: *waving off Darius’ apology* “The truth needs no apology, Darius.”

*sighs* “I don’t know who his new obsession is, but I know he holds them in high esteem.”

Darius: “Would that not be a good thing? He generally hates everyone.”

Daroga: “For normal people, yes. But he is not normal. And when he realizes that the person he is obsessed with is not the personification of his vision of perfection, he with become wrathful.”

Darius: “How can he be any worse than how he is with you? He’s tame towards Señora Carlota when compared with how he treats you.”

Daroga: “You’re too young to know about what he did for the Shah. Erik is the most frightening creature you will ever encounter when he is angry. And thus far, Darius, you have only seen him annoyed.”

#this got out of hand #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #erik the phantom #erik poto #poto #lerik #the daroga #the persian #poto fanfic #poto fanfiction #poto headcannon #poto headcannons #poto headcanons #nadir khan

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themurderofcrowscollective · 1 year

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Some things that are just plain scary

So I'm a bit of a halloween fanatic, but do note that this isn't bounded to just Gotham Halloween Hijinks and Shenanigans, cause while I do love Halloween I also have a wild belief in Halloween being all-year. So here's some scary bits that most of the Gotham civilians would encounter or witness maybe a few times in their lives. - The Gathering Of The Robins: If Batman's out in space or another dimension, leaving Gotham in the Robins' care tends to get a bit scary because imagine this; It's close to nighttime, a lot of folks are either heading home or getting ready for a night out on the town or getting ready for that dreaded nightshift. Quite a few folks would keep their heads down rather than look up, because there's a high chance you'll be seen by the Robins hanging out on the rooftops and just the fact they're staring at you will make you freak out a little bit. Sometimes civilians who see the Robins would wave hello, and they'd wave back. This gets a lot scarier if you're a thug or a goon, cause they will chase you and use every skill they have to scare you half to death. Some Robins are scarier than others. So far the scariest one to encounter is Robin, the smallest one of them all. - The Feral Wayne Children: While most of the social media platforms adore the Wayne kids, it's best advised to never sneak into the Wayne manor at night if you're a journalist wanting to expose the secrets of the Wayne family because 1) Alfred will simply ignore your presence as he sits in the batcave, watching the cameras spread around the house. 2) Bruce gives the kids all the freedom in the world to do whatever with you. And 3) The kids are feral little shits but they are pretty smart and resourceful. If you think of Home Alone 1 and 2, there's a high chance you're widely mistaken. It's like Home Alone, but make it horror-like and add more than one kid who's home alone. 9 times out of 10, Bruce is asleep or out on patrol as Batman because he knows when a journalist has broken in via security alerts in all his equipment. Sometimes it'll just be three or four kids at home, but if you enter a manor full of all the kids and Bruce is nowhere to be seen, your fate is sealed. Sometimes if a journalist breaks in, and if there's some fear serum on hand, the journalist will freak tf out when they see the batkids in cheap halloween costumes. How does the batkids get their hands on Scarecrow's fear serum? Either ask him or steal some from him. - Halloween Night: Villains, thugs and goons are always wary on Halloween night when all the batkids are on patrol. Like what they do with journalists, the kids get resourceful and smart to scare the villains. There's even one reoccurring message that Damian put together. 'Prepare yourselves with everything you have on hand, band together with whoever you can, even arm your goons with every piece of weaponry you can get your hands on but know this; The night of tricksters has begun, Hell is empty and all the devils... ARE HERE!' If you see this message on flyers, billboards or sprayed on walls, then have pity on the villains but no mercy. Some Gothamites spread the message around too, especially if they're kidnapped. It's fun to watch Joker stop smiling, the Riddler sweat profusely or even Batman look unsettled. He knows what his kids are capable of. There was even this one time where the batkids left behind 'tricks' rather than treats, those tricks being filled with Scarecrow's fear serum. No one knows if Scarecrow willingly gave the kids his serum or if they scared him into giving it to him. He won't say. (9 times out of 10 though, he likes to play along with the kids and remain out of contact while Halloween Night happens.) - Bruce's own fear of his kids: Knowing what all of them have gone through and experiencing a lot, Bruce Wayne aka The Dark Knight is even intimidated by what his kids can do which can have him respect their methods and nerves of steel that they unintentionally inherited from him.

#batfam #batfamily #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #batkids #batdad #Bruce respects his kids and their ways of scaring the shit out of people #but he does teach them when to do something right than wrong #also if you're wondering whatever happens to those journalists #they're still alive but just really mentally scarred for life #they'll tell you to never underestimate the wayne family

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forestkodama · 7 months

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Entomologists have been dealing with bug misidentification for as long as we've induldged the brain's drive to make nice neat categories for things. Some of the oldest misidentifications are still on record from antiquity (think "bees" and rotting flesh), which still happen to this day. So many flies, beetles, hell even a few moths, get mistaken for bees and other wasps. This is pretty much what evolution selected for anyway: Big lumbering mammals with nimble grubbing digits learned pretty quick that the black and yellow stripey flying things can pack a punch if threatened, and sure enough, despite not being equiped to also pack said punch other black and yellow stripey flying things also didn't die as frequently, though very far in relation to wasps. So it is a commong and easy sort of astonishment to provide laypeople with knowledge that not everything that is black and yellow striped is in fact a wasp, and it is always hilarious to find mistakes in news articles and picture books of "bees" that are, in fact, flies.

Another common misidentification is dragonflies and antlions. A lot of people only encounter antlions in their larval stage, as sort of Sarlacc-beasts hiding at the bottom of the sand pit. If you grew up with sandy soil or someplace like, you might have passed some time in childhood throwing ants into the pit to watch the antlion jaws snap them up. The adults, however, look much like giant lacewings (which to the same order they belong). They often don't fly about unless they must, which their long membraneous wings folded back over their long slender abdomen. Their wings often have hairs (like moths, which they are somewhat closely related) and are sometimes pointed, with the hindwings just slightly different shaped, with the hingwing smaller than the forewing. However, when put in a collection, their wings are often spread, and they superficially look very similar to dragonflies (whose wings are always spread open, the hindwing often larger than the forewing) or danselflies (whose wings are [almost] always closed like a book and similiar sized). The easy give away are the antennae though: Dragonfly antennae are pretty small, while antlions are long and distinct.

A lot of art confuses antlions for dragonflies, possibly because they have an aesthetic slenderness to them while also possessing the visible antennae, while most people know insects should have. I see antlions declared dragonflies in home decor and tattoos, which never fails to make me giggle.

This time now, I was struck unawares. I was completely unprepared for it.

I'm home sick with COVID, indulging in some Doctor Who fanfiction aka Outlander, and as I start the thrid season, the "dragonfly in amber" comes back around for the plot point it is.

Except it's not a dragonfly.

It's a fucking antlion.

The hilarity of it temporarily cured my COVID.

It does not matter, necessarily, to the plot, what kind of bug it is. Once could argue that this old bug trapped in amber is symbolism for time travel, and a migratory, far-flying dragonfly would better represent the journies of the protagonists in their drives to always find each other, for which a fairly sessile antlion would undermine a bit. Dragonflies, too, are sometimes considered to be human souls off to their afterlife, and as far as I know, no such similar belief are attached to antlions.

I find it more amusing, however, how much identification of wild plants was relied upon for various plots, and this was such an easy misidentification to make.

Anyway that is your friendly neighborhood bug lady's COVID induced info dump for the day.

#insects #outlander #antlion #bugs in amber #metaphors #misidentification #a personal anecdote of my own

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thepeachjane · 1 year

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Avatar the Last Airbender: Katara MBTI- Why she isn't an ESFJ

I'm going to post this on main because I'm genuinely SO SICK of people mischaracterizing Katara. So sorry to my followers, but my mbti nerd is going to come out.

I truly think that people mistype Katara as an ESFJ because of their focus on stereotypes and thinking that because she is the "mother" of the group, that she is Fe focused and Si secondary. However, I believe that if you really look at her character actions and beliefs, she is an INFP, with a developed Te because of her traumatic past, and enneagram type which I think is 1w2.

For starters, her focus always remains on her personal values, yes she cares about the group, and she would like if people went along with an agreed with her (who wouldn't?), BUT THE KEY DIFFERENCE IS, she is willing to do near anything to follow those values, even if it goes against the group dynamic and wishes, which is not something that comes as naturally to an Fe person. A prime example of this is the Painted Lady episode, but you can see seeds of that natural instinct in her from early episodes.

There's just an inner stubbornness to Katara that isn't really obvious in ESFJs, but is present in Fi types. She doesn't like conflict, but is willing to rock the boat, go against the tribe's wants, happy to in some cases, if she feels as though her values are not being respected.

We even see how she sometimes struggles to communicate her inner most feelings and desires to people (inferior Te), and goes solo or seeks support from someone she knows will support her, hence her strong relationship with Aang (who I believe is an ENFP and explains their relationship dynamic imo), and feeling of betrayal she feels when he occasionally does not. Exmaple being the Southern Raiders episode. And why Zuko in the same episode totally gets her, as an ISFP himself with the same savior and demon function of Fi Te.

Her weak Te also explains her rather childish but honestly completely relatable reactions to her brother who is clearly Te primary. She is a big picture idealist and he is an objective outcomes guy. She rejects reality to pursue her values, and dislikes her brother's sometimes cold impartial attitude.

And I think people conflate her talking about her mother's death, with her being vulnerable about it. But she often doesn't talk about her feelings or how it affected her, and definitely is NOT looking for people's input on how she should feel or think about it.

We know as the audience and it's clear based on her tone and body language, but she doesn't express her own feelings on it except for the rare occasions she is almost forced to, or feels like it will help her connect with someone. She just tells people what happened to her!! Classic Fi. People forget that Fi users are very emotionally private, and while they can be OUTWARDLY expressive (and that can be mistaken for emotional vulnerability), their most private and important feelings are their own, they want to protect them.

And I feel like the Ne and Si are pretty clear, like Katara is open to new experiences, sees potential in things, and gathers ideas to shape her values, but can be surprisingly rigid. Especially when she encounters things from her past which have hurt her (prime example being Zuko). Which can put her in the classic Fi Si grip.

TLDR; She's a big picture idealist who gets bogged down by the logistics of things, often not caring about the objective outcome more than doing what she thinks is right (which makes her butt heads with her brother). And while she cares about the group, her priority is not group harmony, her priority is her own values and whether or not those around her respect and understand that. And if they don't she pushes back. She is the character most true to herself and her values, even more than Aang sometimes. And that's why I think she is so strongly an INFP. I really REALLY don't see the ESFJ and it's weird that people type her as that so much...

If you STILL don't see it, please re-watch with a better understanding of the cognitive functions because just because she cares about the group, does NOT mean she puts the group first.

#avatar the last airbender #katara #avatar katara #mbti #personality database #avatar mbti #avatar the last airbender mbti #atla mbti #atla #atla katara #SO SICK OF THE ESFJ TYPING #LIKE SAY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND FUNCTIONS AND KATARA IN 4 LETTERS OR LESS #It's just so annoying because people just completely don't get her character and it shows #and she's such a well written infp #infp #esfj #myers briggs

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hearth-and-veil · 2 years

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Is Hellenism closed? Or initiatory?

Oh what a barrel of worms.

Some people say yes.

Some people say no.

Some people say yes, but it shouldn't be.

Some people say no, but it should be.

And tons of accusations about gatekeeping and racism and disrespect fly around the entire discussion constantly. It's really not something enjoyable to sink into.

My personal opinion is that Hellenism is closed in the sense that it's an indigenous religion. The Hellenic Gods belong to the Hellenes and that They shouldn't be "pantheon mashed" by non-Hellenists. The reason for that is the sheer level of disrespect I see from non-Hellenists towards the Theoi and towards Greek people - both ancient and modern.

What constitutes a Hellenist is up for debate. There are apparently some native Greek Hellenists who believe that only Greeks can worship the Theoi. I've never encountered one though. The stance of the YSEE seems to be the most common: in order to be a Hellenist then one just has to be a Hellenist...and nothing else. Their actual wording is "Ethnic religions refer to specific nations and that is why they do not partake in proselytising. Just like in ancient times, however, they accept people from other nations who freely decide to let go of their own ethnic religion and adopt the religion of a different nation."

So by the YSEE's stance, I am a full member of their ethnic religion because I rejected my own (American Christianity) and embraced theirs. This should not be mistaken for either the YSEE or me considering me to be Greek.

There is no formal conversion process the way there is with, say, Judaism. You don't have to study under a priest like you would for Voodoo. You just have to have this belief, and only this belief, and stick by it. It's not difficult and there are no hoops to jump through. It's just a matter of deciding that Hellenism is your religion and that's how you're going to live your life. If you can't even do that, then don't be surprised that people want you to leave them and their Gods alone 🤷‍♀️

People are going to do whatever they want at the end of the day. Nothing we can do about that. But you asked my opinion and there it is.

#hellenism #hellenic polytheism #hellenic paganism #hellenic pagan

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Sometimes it takes one to go through hardship in order to learn about the taboos of one world. While in his own having purifying abilities to counter directly the abyssal Void is considered a blessing, in others being remotely close to having healing skills of any kind is nothing short of a sin. ❝You are mistaken. I am not one of them.❞ One of the Sanctus Medicus, he means. For how little he has been in Xianzhou, he immediately found out about some sect that revere immortality despite what the related Aeon brought to them. Fools, all of them. ❝Capable of healing without being one of your mighty Vidyadhara as I may be, I do not share their beliefs about immortality.❞ Of all people, they had to catch red-handed to someone who abhors the concept of immortality, even if in truth Dáinsleif is well aware of the fact that it only means having an extended life pan above one's natural lifetime. He of all people knows the grievances of being unable to pass away against one's own will, irregardless of the differing or similar circumstances the people of Xianzhou have. (for Jing Yuan!)

@reginrokkr / no meme / always accepting.

travelers hailing outside of luofu are all branded with their own idiosyncrasies, be it etched onto genes or learned — that itself is common knowledge amongst the flagship that welcomes merchants, students and patients from all walks of life. and of course, bearing SECRETS of their own, luofu naturally and lawfully respects for those which that are CONFIDENTIAL in nature within their distinguished guests' homelands. for they shall not pry if it does not tempt HARM upon their flagship.

be that as it may, these mutual understandings between luofu and other galactical lifeforms have been functional, unchanged without pause until recently, where threats are made truer by their lifelong adversary and snuck upon the flagship, even with jing yuan's and yukong's watchful gaze that easily blankets the entirety of luofu. well .. anyone is allowed a NEEDLE in a haystack of a chance to advance on their centuries-old scheme. even the aeons loathe to wait on an unripe fruit for twelve seasons. even jing yuan is of opinion that he'd rather they SOONER show their hand than wait till the unsuspicious and inexperienced, living under centuries of untouched peace, take formal charge.

precautions are hence enforced, security TIGHTENED, to ensure that travelers that board luofu for a specific purpose on their documents are without duplicity. admittedly, this is one of the RARE times where jing yuan encounters a lifeform that is unbound to a specific PATH laid out by the constellations drawn by the aeons.

is he aware to such an existence ? yes. but this may very well be his first encounter and the INTRIGUE is plain on his features, casting away some of his preliminary intake of the presence before him.

❝ forgive us, but times are rather troublesome as of late. as such, the luofu has temporarily shuttled our gates to most travellers .. ones without permit, ❞ the general specifies. in his hand, held reports that are scribbled with observations and detailed minutely updates about this peculiar lifeform who caught the attention of their sky-faring commission officials. typically, yukong is to discharge her word on the matter, UNCONTESTED by most but ..

jing yuan diverts his gaze to the man in question, within his seemingly dispassionate amber eyes held a silver of INTRIGUE and countless possibilities that need not the use of divinations to affirm his thoughts.

❝ you certainly do not seem to be one that holds a devotion to a path, which is a rather intriguing and perculiar premise to what the alliance .. or even the IPC have always dealt with, ❞ jing yuan says smoothly, CONFIDENTLY in fact of his faith in the suspect's words. idly tapping his finger against his polished wood desk, he considers his choices, swiftly prioritizing each in terms of a hassle-free outcome. for BOTH luofu and the man. ❝ however, i am only one man amongst this intricate system that upholds the flagship. as much as i'd like to see you resume your business on luofu undisturbed .. i am afraid the sky-faring commission may not see eye to eye with my intepretation. ❞

standing up from his desk, jing yuan ambles down the steps, hands tucked neatly behind his back. his strides are of centuries-made elegance, always RESOLUTE, unyielding — and demands respect where he himself may not necessary seek or desire it outside of the battlefield. ❝ your entry and exit within luofu rests solely on their word, unless your affairs align with the cloud knights, of whom are under my jurisdiction, ❞ he first explains, then tilts his head very slightly to the side.

❝ is that understandable, i wonder ? i doubt this is what you have in mind when you came upon luofu, and i emphasize with your skepticism, if you have any. but .. this works best in both of our favor. ❞

#reginrokkr #jing yuan: wanna be a part timer like the astral express :eyes:#this took awhile alksjkaljsa #inbox. / jing yuan.

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totouchthcstars · 11 months

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Look who just woke up- is that DAVID DUCHOVNY? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s FOX MULDER from X-FILES. I heard they are THIRTY-EIGHT and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off an LIGHTS FLAOTING THROUGH AN OPEN DOORWAY SO BRIGHT YOU CAN NOT LOOK AT THEM; UNKNOWN OBJECTS HOVERING IN THE NIGHT SKY; NOT KNOWING WHOM TO TRUST ANYMORE BECAUSE EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE A GREAT CONSPIRANCY; BEING DRIVEN BY THE IDEA THAT HIS SISTER IS STILL ALIVE SOMEWHERE; SUNFLOWER SEEDS AND SEALED FLIES SCATTERED AROUND ON A DESK ;impression. But here, they are working as a FREELANCE REPORTER. They’re known to be quite ENTHUSIASTIC & DETERMINED, but have a tendency to be ECCENTRIC & PARANOID on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : he/him

How long have they been in Sydney : in reality, 3 years. In his fake life,Mulder was born in Sydney

Which suburb do they live in? Tba

Personality description : The best way to describe Mulder is, well.... eccentric. A workoholic. He is standing up for his beliefs, even when it makes him an outsider or does create conflicts, either with people he does work for, or, well, people in general. Maybe also he does want to concince everyone the conspirancy theories are true, and that the goverment can not be trusted. He also thinks othere are foolish for easily accepting what society tells them. Another thing is that Mulder just can't let things go. The best example is the case of his sister. Even after so many years, it is easy to bait Mulder with hints about her dissappearance, or with stating she might actually still be alive somewhere at this point...

Memories of their real life : Mulder does remember most of his canon now, like his sister vanishing/ being abducted, his work for the FBI and later having Scully as his partner, how the goverment is trying to cover up the existence of aliens and other things and his conatnt fight to uncover the truth, the later death of his mother, his own near-death experiences, ect.

What was their fake life like :

To sum things up, Fox had been the odd kid as well during his childhood in Sydney. While aliens and sci-fi stories were nothing he could obsess over too much because it was not well-known in the 1920's, he was still convinced that things did exist that the eye would not see. Not in a spiritual way, more…. he was soaking up stories about strange encounters in the outback of Sydney like a sponge, for example.

Mulder's father worked as a journalist, and was always busy, being a single father, which did not exactly Fox to find friends as a child. That, and, well, most likely the fact that he did often argue with people about odd things - even his teachers - claiming that his views and beliefs were the right ones. Although, most likely, the fact that Fox had no motgher to look after him was also another part of the whole issue.

Later, after school and college, Mulder became a journalist as well, and his colleagues would also describe him as odd, which leads to him working alone 99% of the time. Up to the point when his memories eventually returned, Mulder had always been searching for his purpose in life.

theme song: Heather Alexander - Rejected

Quote: “We send those men up into space to unlock the doors of the universe, and we don't even know what's behind them.”

personality type: Fox Mulder's personality type is INFP, also known as the "theory type" (a person who is fascinated by the mysterious and unusual).

#Fox Mulder tbt #about Fox Mulder tbt #thebridge: intro #muse intro

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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A) What does the last text you sent say? And to whom? Anyone who still reads this already knows at this point that I hate checking my texts, so I’ll use my Messenger history instead – last message I sent was “People pt. 2 live perf!” to Angela and Reena.

B) What does the last text you recieved say? And from whom? “Woozi also reposted” from Reena in our groupchat as a reply to Angela who was sharing that SVT Hoshi posted about People pt 2.

C) What time do you wake up most mornings? My body clock has slightly shifted recently, waking me up at 6 AM.

D) Are you afraid of walking alone at night? Yes, I will very very rarely do so.

E) What do you do to relax at the end of a stressful day? I just immediately go on YouTube and click autoplay on any one of my favorite channels. Background noise calms me down more than anything.

F) Where did your last kiss take place and with whom? It was with my partner at the time, right outside my house if I’m not mistaken.

G) Do/did you get into trouble a lot at school? Never did. I never liked to make my presence known in school in general; meaning to say I didn’t get in trouble, and I never recited or asked questions either.

H) Do you enjoy your job? If unemployed, are you content being so? I’m content and I’m continuing to learn, I’ll say that much.

I) Do you often pick up on double entendres and innuendos? Sure.

J) Have you ever been offered drugs but declined? I will occasionally get offered the brownie kind but have always said no.

K) Have you ever met someone who has completely altered your way of thinking? Not met, just encountered. BTS turned my life entirely for the better starting 2021 and I’ve adopted much better and healthier ways of thinking since then.

L) Have you ever been offered drugs and accepted? Once.

M) Tell us something weird that turns you on. Smoking is a gross habit but people look good doing it, lmao.

N) When did someone last admit romantic or sexual feelings for you? Was the feeling mutual? Years ago, and yep.

O) What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? Mostly just worrying about the Yoongi concert and wanting to make sure all 4 of us get to attend.

P) When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation? A few weeks ago when my mom forced me to put a jacket on because she believed my top was too ‘short.’

Q) Do you usually initiate hugs? Depends on the person. I will only do this with close friends.

R) Are you a very affectionate person? Only with Angela.

S) Can you roll your own cigarettes? Nope.

T) What are you looking forward to? My birthday, which also happens to be the same day as D-DAY drop!

U) Do you have any tattoos. Do you want any/more? I don’t have any. I have a couple designs in mind but don’t really have any plans to act on them because...needles.

V) Are you mentally strong? For the most part.

W) Are you physically strong? Nah.

X) Do you think you’re a good person? I try to be.

Y) Name one thing you wish you could change about your life right now. I WISH ALL OF US HAD THE DAMN TICKETS

Z) What do you usually eat for breakfast? I prepare a cup of coffee and that’s it.

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Feral Animal

Pairing: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Hi! I love your abo blog! I was wondering if you could write about Alpha!Kyotani with an Omega!Reader, where their first encounter catches everyone by surprise? Like, Reader has a traditionally alpha scent (like burning/smokey wood) and can usually get away with being mistaken as an alpha at first glance? It’s fine if you’re asks are full or you don’t want to do this but thanks for your time 😊 —Sno

Summary: You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this. Good thing you had a gaurdian angel- or should we say, dog.

Author’s Note: I love Kyoutani so much. Like he’s in my top three people I simp for.

Requests: Open!

Kentarou Kyoutani

➵ No one gathered in your way when walked down the hall. You smelt strong enough to put them on edge.

➵ Peoples hackles were constantly raised when you were around, and truthfully, you didn’t know why.

➵ You were still you. You were still an omega.

➵ You still ached to reach out for touch, to scent someone, to just have the smallest bit of attention from anyone that wasn’t Iwaizumi.

➵ You and he had met when you were young, and he took to being your personal guardian—since he was a year older than you.

➵ You were thankful for him and his friendship, but that was all it would ever be. You both tried dating in your first year of middle school (Dating being a loose term), but it was obvious you were better off as friends.

➵ You both still hung out constantly though, and eventually he grew to be an older brother to you.

➵ When you got to high school though, you quickly realized that with Iwaizumi came Oikawa. You had known him just as you had known Iwaizumi, but the other male seemed to keep his distance from you.

➵ It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he was keeping his distance with you. When you and Iwaizumi explained to him there was nothing between the two of you, nor would there ever be, he calmed down.

➵ The fellow omega (Oikawa is an omega ass bottom change my mind. Unless it comes to requests. Then he’s an alpha for you :D) grew to be close with you as well and if one or the other was being idiotic you stepped in as the shoulder to cry on.

➵ You were happy for them, truly, but you knew sooner or later you were going to be out of the picture.

➵ They were third years, and you were a second year. They had a relationship that ran deeper than any thing you could offer them.

➵ And that was okay.

➵ Facing the obvious, it’s clear that, because your best friends are those two dorks, you’re into volleyball. Or in the very least, know of it and how to play. Because of this, you’re elected manager.

➵ No more choice.

➵ You don’t fawn over Oikawa constantly, you can handle Iwaizumi’s outbursts, you were calm with the first years, and you don’t put up with any fan girl’s bullshit.

➵ You didn’t get the chance to refuse honestly.

➵ “I’m sorry, but unfortunately, Oikawa-Senpai is busy at the moment- “

➵ “Please, just- Let me see him! I won’t be long!” The Alpha pleaded, trying to appease to your sense of empathy. Unfortunately for her, that was dried up before the second girl even looked at you to ask the very same thing.

➵ You were tired of girls, obviously not getting the hint, trying to confess their undying love to Oikawa every other day. How did they not see he was an Omega?

➵ Yeah, he had suppressants out the wahzoo but, good golly, his mannerisms were all Omega.

➵ Apparently this alpha though her and Oikawa would be the ultimate power couple.

➵ “Like I said before, he is busy. Any time you take up is time wasted.” You snorted, turning tail and shutting the gym door, ignoring the screech of anger behind it. You were used to it.

➵ Most times you locked them out, they’d throw a bitch-fit, turn and bad-mouth you to their friends for a few days.

➵ They’d tease you for your scent—which was a, frankly lovely, pinewood and amber scent—and poke fun at you, saying how ‘you’ll never get an alpha smelling stronger than them” with a sneer. You’ve learned to ignore those types of girls.

➵ What you didn’t expect however, was for her to scream some more, banging on the metal door.

➵ It was ripped open in your moment of shock, making you turn on your heel to face her.

➵ Her hair, though still relatively upkept, was frizzy with fly-a way’s running out occasionally, but her eyes were what scared you.

➵ They were constricted to ball point bulbs that were locked onto you, fangs poking out as she snarled at you.

➵ Of course. Because why wouldn’t a feral Alpha be part of your day today?

➵ You growled yourself, trying to reign in your scent but it was getting harder and harder as she stalked closer.

➵ No one else was in the gym, as they were changing in the club room, but you figured you could handle her.

➵ You hoped at least.

➵ She tried pouncing on you, your arms quickly crossing in front of your face to shield yourself, but instead of an angry alpha trying to claw your eyes out, you merely got a gust of wind.

➵ Peeking open an eye—you couldn’t recall closing them, but whatever—you frowned at the face staring back at you.

➵ You hadn’t talked to him, personally, but you knew who he was. Kentarou Kyoutani.

➵ He was incredibly strong, a worthy advisory, and worst of all…

➵ A ticking time-bomb of an alpha.

➵ He had the resting bitch face to end all resting bitch faces, and the attitude to go with it. He had only said one word to you ever and it was ‘move’. His voice was gruff and angry when he said it, but his eyes softened when you looked up at him.

➵ He waited patiently for you to gather your things before moving. That was the first, and what you thought, last time you’d ever see the alpha. He entranced you though, so you wouldn’t ever necessarily be opposed to seeing him again.

➵ Just maybe not in this circumstance.

➵ Kyoutani held the alpha by the collar of her shirt, his lips poked up in a snarl with his canines gleaming dangerously in the sunlight

➵ . Contrary to popular belief, he’d only ever gone feral once in his life. His stepfather, an awful, awful, excuse for an alpha had raised a hand to his Mama.

➵ He refused to let anyone ever raise a hand to omega that day and stuck to his grits with it.

➵ Many people often feared him because of his careful eye and quick reflexes.

➵ They claimed he was close to going feral because they never cared to admit they were planning on hurting someone. He didn’t care.

➵ At least he didn’t. When he saw you simply turn and close the gym door, he felt his heart skip a beat.

➵ Maybe it was just the fact that you didn’t relent, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care or bend or submiss in the absolute slightest, or maybe it was the waft of the most calming scent he’s ever smelt before.

➵ He knew the other alpha’s scent, as she had practically reeked all over him while asking him for things Oikawa liked before he snapped on her, so this was all you. And he…liked it.

➵ He hated scents that were too sweet or too ‘exciting’ in a way, but this? This was calming and euphoric all in one and he wanted to straight up bathe in it. It smelt that good.

➵ He watched the alpha screech, stomping her foot—he could guess she was the very definition of daddy’s girl with her reaction to being told ‘no’—and before he could growl at her to leave, she was forcing open the door and snarling.

➵ So, he dropped his bag and ran to make sure you were okay. His alpha pawing at him to hurry up.

➵ He had felt the very same as they day he ran his stepfather out of his life, but this time…This time, he would be sure not to go feral. That would scare you and he couldn’t, wouldn’t risk that.

➵ When he got there, the alpha lunged and he had barely enough time to grab her. You looked shocked to see him, or maybe it was residue from when she broke into the gym, but you didn’t say anything.

➵ He took that as a good sign, turning tail and dragging her to where he dropped his bag. He grabbed it quickly, instead dropping her and rushing back to the gym.

➵ You closed the door behind him, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa quickly locking it. In the time, between Kyoutani dragging out the feral alpha you had the chance to text Iwaizumi, sending choppy and shaky, but succinct, messages to let him know what was going on.

➵ The rest of the team were on their way anyway, so they merely hurried their steps. When they turned to lock the door, you stopped them, crying for them to just wait for a minute.

➵ Kyoutani had run in seconds after your plea and the door was quickly shut.

➵ Scents were going insane in the gym, but his was most discernible to you. He smelt scared.

➵ Before anyone had a chance to mention it though, he was turning to you and reaching for your face.

➵ you flinched but that didn’t stop him. His fingers were gentle, more so than you could expect from him, and he was so soft while turning your face to observe the damage. Iwaizumi tried to get close, but he was growled at as you were held to Kyoutani’s chest.

➵ The team could only watch, flabbergasted, as you were hugged and scented by their mad dog. Even more so when you began laughing and purring, placing your hands around his neck.

➵ You whispered something (They were ‘Thank you’ and appreciation whispers) into his ear, making his shoulders visibly relax. No one could really understand what had happened, but they weren’t sure if they wanted to question it just yet.

➵ Well, most of team didn’t at least.

➵ “Aw, Mad dog-Chan! How do you know our little Chibi-chan?” Oikawa laughed, leaning off Iwaizumi as he spun a volleyball on his pointer finger.

➵ Kyoutani grunted, abruptly pulling away, only to growl and pull you back when his alpha snarled. “Don’t.”

➵ “Wait- wait, wait. Hold on.” Hanamaki snorted, holding his hands up. “So you, Mad dog, most vicious alpha this side of the equator, just decided fuck it, and chose to not only save an omega you’ve never met, but then hog her? I don’t know, Mattsun, seems kind of sus to me.”

➵ “Very sus.” Matsukawa agreed, snickering. He yelped however, when Kyoutani turned to snarl at him, only for you to hold him back. Matsukawa had never felt more scared for his life in that very moment, and he owed you a whole ass chapel.

➵ It stayed like that for the rest of the practice, with you calming Kyoutani down ever time he needed a ‘time out’ and over time he got much better at controlling his anger.

➵ No one was surprised when you walked in two weeks later, a small, thin leather choker clipped on around your neck with a hand-made moon charm hanging from it.

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savarii · 3 years

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Timeline

This is the order of major events in Genshin Impact incase if you're confused about WHEN things happened. I'm listing bullets of important events from the earliest until present time.

Before anything, some things don't have certain and exact time but they're quite important and is still part of the history. For uncertainty like this, they do happen somewhere between before/after major events, so I'm putting event points order by divided section. This is the simplest history review I can make.

Before Morax (>6000 years ago) :

Before everything in history, Celestia (heaven) already exist.

There were 3 moon sisters that orbit heaven, they take turns in reign, so all three of them get a chance to orbit.

The world is filled with raw elemental power, and in it Seelie race exist (they're spirits but with humanoid form). Seelie race was the glorious civilization over the world, tasked to guide humanity with wisdom. So here humans also exist.

There is a certain point where the 3 moon sisters reign cycle got messed, and that failure caused a disaster (the first known cataclysm)

Seelies were grieved after the disaster, and their civilization fall. With that fall, humans lose their wisdom guide and began to rise on their own.

Humans are scattered over the world, with any land part they can civil in, and certain group of people blessed by wisdom built a godless kingdom, Khaen'riah.

6000 years ago, Morax is born

Before and during Archon war (>2000 years ago) :

There were gods and some of them are also envoys from heaven. They live along with humans and occasionally some of them may rule over lands.

a bit after Morax is born, a star fell on west of Liyue and it is known today as The Chasm.

It is still uncertain when was the exact start of Archon war, but it happened because Celestia opened 7 ideality seat for gods.

In Mondstadt, god Decarabian reign rise to rule over humans and their capital was located at what we know today as Stormterror Lair.

At some point, other god Andrius declared war on him, and during this war hostile blizzards were made on the land.

Because of that blizzard, group of people who did not side with Decarabian moved to fertile mountain at Dragonspine and built their own kingdom named Sal Vindagnyr.

In Inazuma, there was a Tanuki-Kitsune war, because Tanuki is native of Inazuma and Kitsune is from mainland Teyvat and they want to dominate Inazuma.

In Liyue, gods Morax and Guizhong made an assembly to help humans in Liyue, and their capital is located on Guili plains.

There were also humans who live in Lisha region that beliefs in a sea god. Overtime Morax supress all other Gods and protect Liyue people that beliefs in him

3700 years ago, Guili assembly fell because Guizhong died and Morax took the people of Liyue to south where it is now known as Liyue Harbor. In here he established The Qixing and Millelith and helped Liyue people develop better life.

2600 years ago, Decarabian reign is overthrown by a revolution led by Nameless Bard (with wind spirit Barbatos), Amos, Gunnhildr knight and Ragnvindr warrior. In here Barbatos also ascended to godhood and tame Mondstadt for a while then leaves humans with their own freedom.

After Archon war (2000 years ago) :

2000 years ago, The Archon war is over when Celestia settles down with seven ideal archons.

In Mondstadt, after Barbatos left, an aristocracy led by Lawrence clan happened and last until

1000 years ago, Barbatos is back and disguised as Venti, he also lend power to Vennessa defeating Ursa The Drake, which led to a revolution again where aristocracy was thrown down, and Mondstadt lives under protection of Knights of Favonius (found by Vennessa) and Church of Favonius is restored.

Cataclysm (500 years ago) :

In Liyue,

1000 years ago, Azhdaha attacked The Chasm and destroyed Tianqiu valley settlement, but later was sealed in a pocket dimension under Nantianmen by Morax and some adeptis.

500 years ago, The Cataclysm happened where Celestia and seven archons destroyed Khaen'riah (during Eclypse dynasty).

For record, some archons did die during this event too, one of them is previous Dendro archon which then replaced by current Dendro archon.

Aether and Lumine were already here in Teyvat (may associated with Khaen'riah), and then attempted to leave Teyvat but got stopped by Unknown God. They were separated in time after that. Traveler's sibling stayed and traveled with Dainsleif until at some point they separate and then Traveler's sibling lead the Abyss Order,

In Mondstadt, during this event Dvalin battled Durin, and Durin corpse fell on Dragonspine (This time Dragonspine is already dead cold).

Recent past to present time :

After the Cataclysm, most events happened around humanity dealing the impact and continues on with human life under the seven archons.

In Mondstadt, one of The Seven statue were stolen by Abyss Order at some point. Then there's a problem with Knights of Favonius that affect some people including Diluc.

4 years ago, Diluc's father passed away and that caused Diluc to leave Mondstadt and nomads over Teyvat.

6 months ago, the current grandmaster Varka left on expedition bringing Knight of Favonius elites and leave Jean as acting grandmaster. After the grandmaster leaves, Diluc returned to Mondstadt and take his responsibilities back.

2 months ago, Traveler meets Paimon, nd our story starts when Traveler begin their journey with Paimon.

In Inazuma,

1 year ago, the shogun implements Sakoku decree (nation lock) and Vision Hunt Decree. Since then there's no electro vision given to humans too.

Present time, is all the things we've encountered as traveler in the game.

a/n : I have high understanding and read lores very well. I strip off anything that's vague/theory-like so these are 98% canonically correct and I guess I can say it is safe from any major spoilers and mistaken prophecy. Reblogs are greatly appreciated, and you may give me some of your thoughts through my askbox. Thank you for your time reading these, and have a nice day ^^. (more notes : if you really want more detailed things, I see that the fandom wiki is quite detailed, you should try to read it there, but for the love of God this post is made to simplify that yk)

#genshin impact #genshin impact facts #genshin impact canon #genshin impact mondstadt #genshin impact liyue #genshin impact inazuma #genshin morax #venti #diluc #aether #lumine #paimon #my lad this bulleted points are hard to make #savariitheories

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queerswim · 3 years

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can i get a jealous nagito x reader? :o

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Nothing. The word lingered in his clear mind. Nothing was wrong. Nothing had come to bite him in the ass. Nothing had gone bad. All due to his luck, and some luck he had alright. It was a balance between lucky and unlucky circumstances. It was nothing he wasn’t aware of, he had gotten used to it at this point. He knew what usually happens, good luck then leads to bad luck. Bad luck then leads to good luck. A hopeful outcome on some occasions. For all the self-aware reasons, he was paranoid. Questioning the possible scenarios that could occur. Nothing had gone wrong. It was almost as if the day so far had been perfect. That word. That word is such a strong word, it made him cringe. Dreading what may happen, completely on edge. He tried not to think too much about it. He wasn’t trying to dismiss the possibility of it happening, no. No, no, no. It was certain. He was certain, something was going to happen. There was nothing he could do, so why think too much about something he had no control over. It’s a sickening thought. He was vulnerable during such severe positions. To distract himself, Nagito thought of all the good that had happened to him so far. For starters, he woke up in the warmth of his bed that hung over his lanky form, wrapping around him tightly. Holding the comfort once his glassy green eyes opened. His body didn’t feel so tight, and straining to wake up in. His muscles didn’t feel tension. More like he was able to levitate, it was heavenly. His eyes didn’t feel dry. Legs didn’t feel sore. Arms felt free. Tips of his fingers and toes scrunched inwards as he lifted himself from the previous slumber. It was good sleep, the kind of sleep you get from a long day at the beach. That is, if you’ve ever had some good rest from such an event. It feels so nice. So, so nice. Not the usual feeling of grease, it was icky. He didn’t cherish it for too long. For two reasons. One being that he wasn’t worthy of this type of thing. He didn’t deserve to feel like this, to wake up so nicely. He- no. No, that’s not right. A shameful scum should be 6 feet under. Though here he sat, waking up in such a humble manner. How selfish for someone so filthy. Nagito pushed some of the sheets away from his abdominal area, feeling the new breeze on his bare skin made him shiver. The sheets had been pushed off his legs as well, they were restrained in his dark, almost black, gray denims. He hadn’t fallen asleep with comfortable clothes, no. He had turned in with his usual clothing. Except for the shoes, they were kicked under the bed. Nagito had begun to lift himself from the cozy covers and onto his feet. The hardwood flooring underneath were cold but not cold enough to make him flinch. His toes curled in, head tilted down to the ground. He needed to do something, move around. Maybe today wouldn’t be so terrible. So that’s what lead to where he was now, standing silently on the concrete sidewalks. This is where we left off, this is the previous state Nagito was in. Pondering the multiple possibilities. Everything felt so slow. Not a single trace of bad luck followed. It didn’t sit right with him, mouth slowly starting to feel dry. He didn’t want to think about this too much, he wouldn’t stop if he thought about it too much. He’d become paranoid. So, instead he licked the insides of his mouth to dampen the dryness. Nagito knew where he was headed next, he was going back to his shared home. It wasn’t anything fancy, a rented apartment that you and Nagito lived in. That’s where he wanted to be, home. Nagito wanted to be home without overwhelming waves of stress randomly crashing down on him, he wanted to be in your arms. He wanted to feel the raw warmth of your skin against his as he scatters butterfly kisses all over your body. That also lead to the chance that maybe he shouldn’t go. Jeez, he’s so indecisive. Though, who could blame him, it was for your benefit if he went or not. He wanted to keep you safe, but he also. Agh. It was all rushing in different- chaotic piles of decisions and paranoia. He hadn’t been so pessimistic until he had gotten you into his life. Nagito can’t lose you.

He moved so gradual. He didn’t want to face what bad luck had for him in stock. Maybe you were dead- No. No, he can’t be thinking about that. He tried to pushed that away, why would he even think of that as a chance. Nagito hated the fact he let that slip his mind, he’d tear his mind to shreds if he could. It was doing him no good. His (almost brown) tan shoes trace the ground underneath, appreciating what he had now. The sky was beaming, the grass still held the lively appereance. He started to move faster, he changed his mind. Wanted to get this over with, it couldn’t be too terrible even if it was there. He was going to be okay, and so were you. Turning corners, crossing roads. His luck seemingly had started to kick in, the turn of events. It wasn’t bad at all, almost relieving. The lights that flashed green, proceeding people to walk had immediately morphed once he had gotten there. Showing a red hand with a countdown of 10. This had only begun to start and he wasn’t too far from home. Nagito made contact with your apartment complex. There was a row of apartment places there, about 4 stacked beside each other. He had passed by one. He just needed to get by one more and he’d be home. Nothing seemed to be happening, no sour, bitter edge felt necessary. Everything appeared fine. He wouldn’t let his guard down though, he had to be ready. Prepared for what he may encounter. The pads of his fingers dug into the pockets of his evergreen zip up jacket. The back of his jacket flapped, hitting the back of his legs ever so often from his fast movements. He was stewing, repeatedly questioning the peaceful breeze, there was no way it could be this perfect. Especially with his fucked luck, it was merely impossible.

With that, he was now at your shared apartment complex. Taking no time in getting up the stairs and to the door, grabbing a hold of the knob and slowly turning. No restrains, his luck again, huh? It had to be. The door began to open, letting the new view be seen through Nagito’s grey-green eyes. What laid in front of him was you. You weren’t alone, you were sitting on one of the lawson type couches, leg crossed. One arm laying carelessly by your side, the other around. Around, who was this guy? Nagito had to squint his eyes, pressing his finger ever so slightly into the knob. It was Hajime. A sore lump begun to rise in Nagito’s throat. He couldn’t explain the immense anger that started to flood through him. But it was there. Shoulders tight, scrunched and pressed against the numbing walls. Nagito was imagining this, this. This wasn’t wasn’t happening, it had to be hovered doubt. It was only exaggerated in his mind because he was certain something terrible was going to happen. It was a fogged observation. He barely caught view of what was happening anyway, he didn’t want to know what was happening behind closed doors. Nothing had happened but brief chit chat. Immense accusations that flooded his mind instantly said otherwise.

“Ah, mm. There’s someone better, isn’t there?”

He rambled mistaken beliefs through whispers, unable to speak any higher than his hushed murmurs. His breath so caught up in his throat causing him to be incapable of expressing such nauseating thoughts. Nagito’s grasp on his mouth gestured to his neck, head slanting back as he clutched, he clutched hard. The chewed off nails dug into the side of his neck, thumb resting on the other end. He deserved this, that’s what he let himself think, it was justified. You weren’t his, and you never would be. So selfish of him. You slipped so easily from his desperate grip, why would you be his. No, it was all a lie. A myth. It was unfortunate. This hurt like hell, the thoughts you could be getting along with Hajime better than you ever had with him. The neck gripping only being in the distance, it couldn’t compare to his thoughts. His thoughts that were interrupted by new thoughts, his knees stuttered to keep him up. His throat was dry, he swallowed. He wanted to get out of here. Right now, this was the peak he had to face. His despair, this was awful. Why did this have to be it, it could’ve been worse but hell.

“God, what is my deal? Getting so emotional.. over this? I’m not even certain if what they’re doing is wrong!”

Nagito cried out, his hands making most of the gestures as he released his message in desperation. His teeth chewing on his bottom lip during the slight pauses in between sentences. He had to get away, he was. So useless, so vulnerable. Someone as so close to a deity as you were, doesn’t need to be with someone akin to like, a shoe umbrella? Entirely, fully, absolutely pointless.

You’d get him, you’d find him. Things would get better.

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #dangan ronpa #danganronpa imagines #dangan ronpa imagines #nagito imagines #komaeda imagines #nagito tag #komaeda tag #nagito komaeda #nagito #dangaronpa sd2 #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda x reader

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wincore · 4 years

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vixen | nakamoto yuta

pairing: kitsune!yuta x female!reader

words: 5.1k

summary: every year, you visit the fox who claims to know everything about you.

genre: fantasy/folklore, fluff, angst(?)

warnings: suggestive, mention of past bullying, one excessively flirty nakamoto yuta

song rec(s): clear and sunny - sou (cover)

a/n: this is for all you furries who aren’t quite furries yet muah (im joking) but aaaa love exploring folklore and also i should put in a disclaimer that not every aspect adheres to the original tales of the kitsune <3 i did not proofread btw and i am very sorry

Some things never change.

Examples: boys, shitty friends, death, and the scent of nostalgia. To you, that very scent happens to be the earthy smell of chrysanthemums and a faint waft of spices from the kitchen in your parents’ house. To you, October is not just another month. To you, there is one more thing that never changes and it is not your belief in old ghost stories.

Around this time of the year, the autumn festival begins in a flurry of vibrant red smudges and a whiff of excitement, in streets suddenly brought alive. The skies are candied orange, and it’s the only time you aren’t tired of home. This time is also when you find yourself right in the clutches of the one demon you swore you’d avoid for the rest of your life. You swore. It’s not your fault that said demon is a little, let’s say, tempting.

Tempting in the most vexing, infuriating way possible. Bewitching, cruel, seducing—all that foxes are and all that you’ve heard of them could not have prepared you for an encounter. Folklore runs deep through you. The memories of a certain fox-boy run deeper.

It is not the festival you are here for.

You yawn, leaning against the wooden door frame of the shop. It would be inappropriate to fall asleep on the job, especially since there are a bunch of children staring idly at you. You close your mouth quickly, resting the back of your hand against your lips. Late afternoon is an easy time to fall asleep. You have half the mind to snarl at the kids to scare them off, their gaze getting on your nerves and when you think you will, you turn the other way. Manners come first to you, no matter how temperamental you get.

The procession has gathered a crowd. Some shouts and squeals from the children make you slump further. At least they’re having fun with whatever stupid game they’re playing. You breathe in the autumn air. A part of you wonders if you simply let your feet lead you down the stairs, you’d be free of this entire ordeal. You shake your head. Temptation has always been hard to resist—never meant to be resisted but you’re much older now. There is dignity to be answered.

October is mild—your grandmother’s shop is still on the verge of collapse, your mother still yells at you for misplacing kitchen utensils and your old friends from school still gossip about who you’re dating. It’s like the script never changes; people change the meaning, twist their words in the same old pattern. If you were a little less behaved, you would have poured your drink over their heads yesterday.

You clench your jaw. It’s always an ‘Oh, you’re so attractive’ and an ‘I wish I could date as many men as you do but I’m loyal to my boyfriend’, or even a ‘Must be nice being surrounded by boys all the time’. You know what they mean. It’s not the first time you’ve been called a fox, and you don’t think it’ll be the last—at least until you decide to stop letting your hometown suffocate you. Maybe you’ll accept what they say. You have heard of what hatred left unchecked can do.

If you’re honest, you haven’t been with too many men. If you’re a little more honest, none of them have ever made your heart race.

You watch the children play with a keen eye, their painted masks ridiculously large for their faces and in brightly coloured clothes contrasting well with the town. You might not be allowed to fall asleep, but there’s nothing against closing your eyes for a second or two.

The image of glinting yellow eyes and a fanged smile pop up and you quickly open your eyes. You don’t know why your heart beats so loud at the mere thought of him, thoughts in which his lips are full and painted red, and his bright smile is stretched upon them. Sometimes, the thought of him is in gentle washes, his hand fixing your hair, or a flirty smile when you dare stumble upon him on a particularly sleepless night. You shake your head to get rid of the thought. That is not love. Some sort of embarrassing attraction, maybe. However, the friendship you have is worse.

“I see you’re a slacker as always.”

Your grandmother’s voice breaks you out of your cycle of thoughts and you’re almost grateful.

“I sold approximately zero sweets,” you snort. “Why can’t we just do away with the shop?”

“You’re starting to sound like your mother,” your grandma calls from behind one of the counters, distaste ringing clear in her voice.

You sigh. “Fine, but… you work way too hard to make these for them to not sell.”

“Maybe they would sell if a certain little lady would stay and help.”

You groan, leaning your head back. “You know I have work in the city.”

Your grandmother waves her hand about, dismissing your reasoning. She fiddles around in the shadows for a bit before coming forward with more boxes than she should be able to hold.

“You don’t have to feel too guilty. Yuta’s been helping out,” your grandmother informs fondly. “You could learn a thing or two from him.”

You’re not the superstitious sort and yet still, your heart beats faster. For him, or for the bad omens foxes bring to a household—you don’t know.

You scoff instead. “He’s not as great a guy as you think, grandma. He can be really mean too!”

“Oh, I doubt that. Have you seen his smile? Impossible.” Your grandmother waves it off before drawing nearer, voice hushed without reason. “Have you thought about it then? He is handsome, isn’t he?”

“Grandma.”

You’re not sure what old women go through in their youth that makes them something of a matchmaker in their later years. You think the whole ordeal is messed up. There is no way you’re going to stick your nose into your grandchildren’s love life; it’s gross.

“These should be enough for the children, no?” Your grandmother asks and you look up.

“You’re giving them away for free?” you question, furrowing your eyebrows. “And you talk about bad business.”

She places her hand on her hip, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re going to lecture your grandmother?”

You raise your hands up in defeat, standing up to help her with the red boxes of acorn candy and paper wraps of roasted chestnuts. You end up with the entire load in your arms, your grandmother happily shuffling about as she locks up the store.

You turn sharply at the surprised sound behind you. The evening has settled in and glowing lanterns bring forward the evidence, the darkening streets flooding with round droplets of light.

But it is not the festival you are looking at.

Yuta looks somewhat serene, your cheeks heating up despite yourself. You look at him with bated breath, hoping the boxes obscure your face enough to make the vaguely positive emotions less evident. The dark red jacket draped over his shoulder does not look out of place—in fact, he fits in so well you would’ve mistaken him for another face in the crowd if he weren’t stupidly gorgeous. He looks at you with no strong emotion in the eyes before breaking into a smile; and when his hand strokes the top of your head as a greeting, he seems fond. He always does.

“Grandma,” he calls with his best smile, turning to the old woman.

Your grandmother doesn’t need any more convincing of his character.

“Oh, there you are! Did I tell you (name)’s back? I wanted to break the news to you earlier. Ah…I must have forgotten.”

You glance from Yuta to her. Is this another one of her tricks and tests?

“She’s always here this time of the year,” he responds, laughing politely.

“Ah, you remembered,” she says, eyes crescent as she smiles back. “Help her with the boxes. The city has made her so frail.”

“I’m good,” you choke on the words, hurriedly moving away and almost dropping one of the boxes.

You slip on your sandals and scurry off faster, wishing he’d just stay behind. He always has. The air makes you shiver but you’re adamant; and it’s not the only trait of yours to make relationships fail.

“You know, you should be nicer to old friends.”

You try not to react when Yuta takes the boxes from you, matching your pace almost effortlessly.

“I thought foxes ran away once they’re found out,” you snap, reluctantly letting him take the packages.

Yuta rolls his eyes. “I see you still aren’t very fond of me.”

“Not when you’re tricking my grandmother like this,” you hiss.

“You call helping trickery?” he retaliates.

“Foxes bring bad business,” you mutter.

“I’m the reason your grandmother’s business is somewhat above the water.”

You sigh, exasperated. There’s no point in wasting your breath. You look away, crossing your arms as you walk, the silence between the two of you suddenly awkward. Even so, you’re not going to open your mouth for him.

“Would you two slow down?” your grandmother calls, voice weary. “We’re already there.”

The two of you halt in your tracks immediately, taking mellow steps back to her. She looks over the two of you with furrowed eyebrows and you try to think of an explanation when she starts laughing.

“Oh, I don’t mind the two of you flirting,” she says, littered with slow laughter. “Just make sure the food is where it’s supposed to be.”

You’re about to refute when Yuta laughs, the sound still boyish and lively. “Of course. (name) missed me so much this year, she couldn’t help herself.”

You give him a pointed look which he ignores, deliberately or not. “We- I wasn’t—”

“Grandmother, if you’ll give us permission,” he interrupts, settling the packages on the table by the food stall and smiling wide. “We’ll go enjoy the festival now.”

She bobs her head in affirmation and Yuta grabs your hand to pull you into the bustling street, your silent plea for help ignored by your smug grandmother.

“What are you doing?” you ask, slipping your hand from his. “You aren’t- You aren’t trying to eat my liver, are you?”

“Why the liver? Can’t I have the rest of you too?”

It’s not like you were particularly alarmed but his response makes you feel a flush of embarrassment.

“It’s been a year since I last saw you,” he says before his voice turns a shade cooler. “Have you thought about my proposal?”

You fall silent. The overthinking started last year too. Your thoughts and dreams, so easily pervaded by him and all it took was one sentence.

“We should get married.”

“Why did you even think I’d agree to that?” You try not to get too flustered. He knows all your petty weaknesses and you’d rather not have them on display for him to stare and pick at. “What the fuck would I get out of marrying you?”

Yuta whistles. “I like your tongue. But—yes, to answer your question, you’d get a very handsome and capable husband. Your bed will always be warm and oh, speaking of beds—”

You clamp your hand over his mouth at the suggestive look he sends, worried about being spotted by one of your school friends. Ah, right—friends, the very same people that smell of jealousy and won’t miss any opportunity to throw a jab your way. Friends. You can’t believe you’re still afraid of their judgement.

“And why do you want to get married to me?” you ask, looking into his eyes.

There’s a pause, filled with the chatter of the crowd.

“You look like you’re afraid of finding someone,” he speaks finally, ignoring your question. “Or is it the other way around?”

You roll your eyes, ready to walk off when he grabs your wrist to pull you closer to his chest. It draws some looks from nearby people, your eyes darting from face to face in fear. You take a deep breath and look at Yuta again, almond eyes distracting.

“People will think we’re lovers,” you whisper, almost a hiss.

“What’s wrong with that?”

You breathe out in disbelief. “You’re really something.”

“What? Why did you always come to meet me then? Behind the keyaki tree?”

“It wasn’t for you,” you lie quickly. “I had nothing better to do.”

Pining after a fox? You could never have feelings for him. Even so, your answer comes off childish and silly, and somehow he’s the only one to be able to draw that side of you—the you that is messy and unprepared.

Yuta smiles in return. “You think people can’t fall in love with us the same way they fall in love with most everything.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

“How conservative of you,” he leaves with an airy remark, but not before urging you to follow him.

The sizzling sound of food being fried and the knocking, clicking sound of children playing games, all these forgotten sounds grow louder and for a second, if only you let yourself, you could close your eyes and it would be just like your first date.

No. It’s different. You look up, eyes trailing over Yuta’s back, his golden hair, how his figure moves with ease and confidence.

It is different.

You raise an eyebrow at the box of takoyaki Yuta shoves towards you, an expecting look across his face.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, an uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice.

You hum in response, taking the box from him and saving yourself the trouble of asking whether he paid for it or simply charmed his way through.

“Eh, no thank you?” he complains. “How polite.”

You scrunch your nose to accompany an exaggerated smile and he laughs, the two of wandering over the asphalt streets. Your hands are close enough to brush—and if a twenty-something year-old woman can feel jittery because of it, hands truly are meant to share warmth. The smell of candy and caramel fills the air, making you smile. You’ve saved enough for the taste of home, you think.

The taste of home.

Inevitably, the thought of kissing your companion crosses your mind and you stop in your tracks. Whatever. It must be natural when someone as attractive is beside you. Those aren’t feelings. You curse yourself for feeling like a teenager again.

The festival grounds aren’t as shabby as you expect them to be. The city,—if you could call this one—stops here and the earth spreads out to the forest behind. The crowd also thins, and you take a fresh breath. They’re selling old books in the corner, but no one seems to be there.

“The raccoon dogs,” Yuta whispers in your ear, with an arcane smile. “Want to visit those rascals?”

You roll your eyes. He knows you’ve heard one too many folktales for a lifetime, seen one too many. It’s time to go home, especially now that the thought of thanking him crosses your mind. You’re about to turn when your shoulder crashes into someone else’s. A surprised, syrupy smile greets you, which you cannot return for the first few moments. Yui’s smile wavers and you flash her a quick smile. A friend. Her arm is looped through her lover’s, the one she never shuts up about and suddenly the urge to pour water over her head returns.

Yuta glances from you to her before pressing his lips together, as if suppressing laughter. You’re almost offended when Yui laughs flippantly.

“You’re on a date too? I knew you couldn’t stand spending the festival alone,” she says, tugging her lover closer.

People have always told you who you are and what you do. As if they know better.

You smile awkwardly. “It’s… actually not—”

“Oh, don’t be shy.” She gently pats your shoulder before leaning in. “He’s a real catch. As expected from you. You can never leave the boys alone.”

You know what she really means. You’ve heard the same words in high school when she was shoving you into a wall behind the school. The sickening smile is still on her face.

You gulp, feeling sixteen again. The lack of people around somehow makes it more awkward and you’re about to excuse yourself when suddenly, Yuta bumps into Yui and his warm drink spills over her left shoulder. Your eyes widen, more in confusion. When did he leave? You don’t doubt his ability to sneak past people, but surely you couldn’t have been so enraptured in your own feelings that you barely noticed.

“I’m so sorry,” Yuta says, voice honeyed with surprise.

Yui looks like she’s about to explode when she looks at him, her expression dropping to a calmer one almost immediately.

It’s an easy look to recognize. They always have it when they first meet Yuta, whether it’s the smile that’s too dazzling or the pretty round eyes.

How persuasive, those eyes.

“Ah… I must have not seen you,” she says faintly, and Yuta’s smile widens.

Before he can stir up more trouble, you slip your arm into his and pull him away, not caring for another polite apology to an old, almost nameless face.

“I was having fun,” Yuta complains, voice still smug and calm.

You glare at him and it only seems to add fuel to the fire, to whatever cold fire dances at his fingertips.

“You’re happy, right? Don’t look at me like that. You should reward me.”

You don’t respond, looking away and hoping to get at least a word in about how troublesome he is every single time you visit. Yuta has other plans, however. Leaning his head to look you in the eye, he maintains a distance which looks perfectly decent but feels less than so.

“How about a kiss? I deserve one, don’t I?” He moves his head closer to yours, making you shy away.

You grab him by the belt and pretend to not catch a glimpse of the pleased look on his face as you drag him into a secluded part by the forest.

It’s quieter here, so much that you can almost hear your own heart drumming in your chest, and the faint light of the distant festival grounds doesn’t help much at all. It’s dark as dusk, and you can only make out Yuta’s jawline and a faint smirk over his lips. You think that if a fox ever wanted to eat your liver, this would be the perfect spot.

“You did something,” you finally utter the words. “You did something to me.”

“Why do you think I did something? Do you mean love?” he responds with a cheeky smile. “This means you’ve been thinking about me? How cute—”

“Yuta, stop it,” you warn.

“Or what? You should stop me yourself.”

You grab the lapels of his jacket, the cloth bunching as your knuckles turn white. The anger you feel isn’t the first of its kind—it’s just a little funny how it’s always Yuta every time, making you remember the burning feeling time and time again. You find yourself unable to respond.

“Oh, don’t hold back,” he provokes, leaning in.

You push at his chest in exasperation, but he grabs your wrists before you can retract your hands.

“Scared?” he whispers.

You pull apart anyway, a scowl over your lips. “You’re as annoying as ever. Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Ooh! Sharp claws. You’d be lovely as my fox-bride.” he teases.

Your face flares with heat. “I’m not your… I’m not a fox.”

“I didn’t say a fox, I said—”

“I know what you said,” you snap, massaging your wrist so you don’t have to look at him.

Yuta falls quiet for a moment, voice lower when he speaks again.

“Is it so nasty to be called a fox? There are worse things, you know.”

You scoff, growing increasingly annoyed. “Of course you’d say that. I hate it. I hate this town. I hate foxes and I hate you.”

Yuta places a hand over his chest, gasping with no emotion. Your eyes linger over his long, painted nails a little longer before you meet his eyes. A part of you regrets saying the words but you couldn’t help it. The shroud choking your hometown makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs every time you’re here. You hate this place.

But you don’t hate him, after all.

You try to clear yourself of the thought. A gentle gust of wind brings you back to the present, Yuta still glancing at you with no giveaway to what he’s feeling.

“You wouldn’t make a terrible fox though,” he says, eyes sharp. “Don’t they know you’re a vixen already? How many livers will you eat?”

You suck in a breath, tears stinging at your eyes. However, it’s not like you to get so easily affected by him. No. No, somehow that doesn’t make sense either. Those words do hurt from Yuta and you’re not sure if it’s just because he's the only one you didn’t expect them from.

“You…”

“What? Aren’t you going to lash at me again? You’re so predictable.”

His voice is calm despite your obvious annoyance and you feel flames lick at your heart. Your hand moves before you can think, about to meet his cheek when he grabs your wrist. You struggle, trying to pull free but to no avail and you use the other hand to hit him in the chest. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t bother him and that same feline smile curves up his lips.

You feel something you haven’t before, a warm growl at the pit of your stomach.

You push with all your strength, catching Yuta off guard and he stumbles backward but not before pulling you into him. Consequently, either of you lose footing and land on the grass with a sudden thud, Yuta’s side pressed against yours. His hands still clutch your wrist, and he shifts to hover over you.

“We used to wrestle like this as a litter,” he says, erupting into full laughter. “Ah, memories. I don’t even know if they’re alive or dead now.”

Yuta is much stronger than he looks, and he’s taken your tantrum as a source of amusement much to your infuriation. He has your hands pinned back, eyes unaffected as he scans over your face. You try to shift but there’s just too much weight on you. You breathe slowly, chest rising and falling in time with his. His earrings sway gently in the wind, dangling a few inches above you—he’s pretty, so pretty. Admitting defeat has never been your forte but now that your senses are gathering again, you feel a flush of embarrassment for losing your temper.

Or perhaps, it is something else when you register the lack of distance between your noses.

“Playtime’s over,” Yuta coos. “You’re kinda cute when you’re losing.”

He tilts his head, an adoring smile over his lips. For a moment, they’re all you see.

Can a fox comfort you? Can a fox make you feel loved on the darkest of nights? Your mind races with questions your heart does not want to answer.

Yuta leans in to close the distance and despite every nerve in your body, you turn your head away. You can hear him gulp, the following moments painfully quiet before he gets up. Your breath is soft and shallow, lying on the ground till you get enough courage to sit up.

You almost gasp. His tails are clearer under the dim moonlight, all nine of them golden and luxurious. The light hitting his face isn’t any less flattering and once again you are reminded of how handsome he is, fairytale or not.

Yuta looks uncomfortable, and that’s a first for you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, though you don’t know why.

He waves his hand dismissively, annoyed.

“Yuta,” you take a step forward.

“I see the way you look at me,” he says quietly, “Is it not want?”

You fall silent, biting your lip so you don’t retort violently. He doesn’t look particularly malicious when he says that but you do not want to give him the satisfaction of an answer yet.

He quietens for a moment before a look of curiosity flashes across his features.

“What is it then?” he asks. “Is it a secret? Foxes love secrets. Tell me.”

Despite every bone in your body burning up, you find it in yourself to laugh.

“I don’t think I could keep a secret from you if I tried,” you finally say, before bursting into soft laughter again.

Yuta looks at you puzzled, lips parted while he stands frozen as if he were a painting. A daunting, reckless, heavenly painting.

“It’s not want,” you answer quietly. “It’s more than that. Even if I hated it. I like you.”

Yuta’s ears perk up at your confession. “So- so you admit, then? You are interested?”

“I could blame you for this, you know?” You shrug, hugging yourself once the night starts to feel cold again. Yuta begins to take off his jacket when you stop him, gently pressing your palm against his chest.

“You’re a fox, after all,” you whisper. “Like me. What they think of me.”

Yuta purses his lips. “Does it really hurt you? No, wait. Did they- did they—”

“Now, you tell me,” you cut him off. “Why do you insist on getting married—to me?”

There’s a pause. The crickets chirp a merry tune despite the leisurely darkness of the night.

“You’re not terrible,” he says, nonchalantly.

You glare at him and he raises his hands in defeat. He looks wearier the more you look at him.

“I want to grow old,” he mumbles after a long pause. “Properly.”

You hold your breath.

“And you want to do it with me?”

Another flower blooms in your chest, as if he hasn’t planted a garden in there already. The lights from the festival flicker down, the lanterns burning brighter in the distance. He glances at them for a moment, your eyes still fixated on him.

The tails glow even brighter in the dark, as if gold in broad daylight. You’ve always been curious about him and his kind, all the stories; but he says he’s too old to remember if you ask.

You reach out to touch one of the tails, wondering if the fur is as warm as it looks. They’re pale and captivating, but they look so soft—they shouldn’t belong to an animal so vicious. Is he, though? Is he all that you think he is or have all these years failed you? If anything, he’s quite probably not as much a fox as you are, you think bitterly.

The fur is warm, but the realization is short-lived.

A short growl leaves the corner of his mouth. Yuta glares at you like he was stolen from and yet, you do not move your hand. Some part of you wants to aggravate him further.

“I’m not a pet,” he snaps. “Stop that.”

“You should stop me yourself,” you mimic his voice.

Yuta’s shoulders relax, and he looks down but you can still see the trembling smile on his face. It’s the way he looks at you, you think to yourself, maybe that's the reason after all.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say, feeling warmer than the autumn night should allow.

“Like what?” he asks, still smiling.

You look away.

“You’re not too fox-like, you know?” you mumble. “You’re just annoying. And flirty. And annoying.”

Yuta chuckles, before pressing his palm to the top of your head.

“And you’re lovely.”

You give in to the gesture of affection, leaning your head to press against his shoulder.

“Why do you even do all this? What do you get out of it?” you say, voice muffled. He hears you clearly, however.

“Because I love you,” he responds, as if coming to terms with it himself. “More than you think.”

There is no joke, no flirtation to his tone, no decoration upon his words. It’s plain, and laid bare. And sometimes, simplicity is scariest.

You pull back, lips pulled into a frown. The air is cold once more; the longing for warmth flowing into you. The silence is worse.

“You don't believe foxes can fall in love,” he states softly upon a wavering smile. “I knew that. Of course.”

A part of him believes it too.

“I…” you begin, and for the first time, you are afraid of promises in the name of love. You are the one making them now.

“I’ll believe you,” you whisper, “I’ll believe you so please… please take care of me.”

You place your palm against his cheek, his skin bewitchingly warm.

“Only if you take care of me,” he whispers back, leaning in.

This time, you do not move.

The lovers’ kiss you’d been searching for—lovers’ warmth, lovers’ comfort—all of it comes crashing down once Yuta tightens his arm around your waist, the other hand resting gently at the base of your neck. He kisses with the right amount of pressure, the vague taste of sweet berries in his mouth.

You used to fear his touch, like he would eat you whole; even if they have been gentle, always. This time, you might as well let him. He presses his lips from your cheek to jaw to neck, lingering at each spot enough to make you clutch at his shirt tighter, taking in short gasps of breath. You kiss for a little longer, like time means nothing.

“We should go back,” you whisper, pulling apart.

Yuta kisses you again, the distance unacceptable.

“Yuta—”

He kisses you once more, your calls falling on deaf ears.

Finally, after another long kiss, he pulls apart enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes still closed.

“It must have been hard for you,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you scoff.

“Foxes are faithful lovers, you know?” he insists.

You laugh. “What do you mean?”

“It means I’ll follow you everywhere.”

He stands up straight, his thumb stroking your cheek as he bites back a smile.

“I don’t think we should get back tonight,” he suggests all of a sudden. “We could book a hotel. That’s the place you use these days, right? I’m sure your grandmother will understand your absence—”

You groan, resting your forehead against his shoulder and he presents a delighted laugh in return. It is warm by his side; he is warm. You find it easy to forget the failures in love, the loneliness of a lover that isn’t meant to be yours. Folktales are just long tales, after all. You smile to yourself.

You should’ve known—it was the fox all along.

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