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kakusu-shipping · 1 year

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2 and 11 for your Mario S/I!!

Thankyou very much for asking!!!!!

My Mario S/I ref can be found Here and Info Here

2. How similar is your s/i to you? Are they a carbon copy, completely different or a mix of the two?

A lot of my S/Is are just straight me with a little idealization and a little warping due to just the nature of growing up somewhere different.

For my Mario S/I, he's a lot smarter than me, which isn't to say irl me is dumb, just not very good at retaining information, or using it to further a conclusion. My Mario S/I is, and is also very passionate about learning about the new world he lands in. (I like to think if I got isekaied I would be too but who knows)

He shares my special interest in Mushrooms, a lot of my taste in games, Bulling as a Love Language, Generally Chill Go with the Flow personality type, Fear of Bees, and a handful of other small traits that I don't wanna list too long.

He handles a bad situation way better than me. Like I said he's better at rationalizing and drawing conclusions, he's a lot more calm in a high stakes situation, good at talking something down, and reacting quickly to chaos.

For example in the events that'd be eventually rewritten as Paper Mario, Emile was the one to throw Luigi out of the castle, as he hung behind to find Toadsworth. He talks Bowser into instead of shoving him in the prison in his own castle to instead let him stay in his own room is the castle, and spends the rest of the game slowly sneaking all the trapped Toads out of said prison and back to his room until Mario storms the castle and saves them. I could never do all that, but he could, because he's cool under pressure and smooth with his words.

Side note this is also how my Mario S/I gets top surgery; He takes a very neutral stance to most schemes Bowser does, so when he was brought to Bowser for sneaking around the castle, and learned he had the Star Rod, he asked if he could get a wish, sense that's what the thing's for anyway. Bowser agreed as long as it wasn't something stupid like "I wish Mario had the power to defeat Bowser". "I wish for Top Surgery" is considered a Selfish wish by the Star Spirits and would never be granted, but Bowser did it, cause why not. He loves a selfish wish and is very Trans Rights

11. Does you s/i have one outfit they're always seen in or multiple?

He does have multiple outfits! Like Mario and Luigi he has all kinds of fits for different activities, not sports he doesn't do those, but like, Casual Wear and such. I actually drew us in a bunch of outfits you can see Here!

Though also like Mario and Luigi, I do typically just stick him in the Overalls look, for consistency sake. Either that or the basic Sona outfit of Big Orange Sweater

Oh! But actually a while ago I drew him in a few of my favorite Power Ups from the Main Series, I never posted it cause the image was more long than wide, and the sketches were pretty Eh in my opinion, but I'll post them now just for the sake of putting out all my art, even the stuff I'm not the proudest of.

The main concepts are his eyes and freckles change color to match the power ups, though he doesn't use them all that often sense he's an Adviser and not typically in any kind of direct line.

#Thankyou for asking #Long post #oh wait now I have to give it the #Emile's Arts #tag #aaaaaaaaugh man #Sorry this got so long this is PEAK brainrot as I've shown #I love you Bee Suit you're so cute and also I Hate you Bee Suit the buzzing hurts me so physically #A LOT of my S/Is are either Me but able to Fully use their Brains or Me but Able to lift a truck with one arm #That's it that's the self insert a good 90% of the time #I have a lot of Medical Field Idealization I think if I was able to Process better I would have a Doctorate #But because I'm kinda pea brained and have poor processing and struggle to retain information I can't #Also getting a Doctorate is VERY expensive??? I could never #So a good portion of my S/Is are Doctors in some way or another #Some gender of Mad Scientist #This will include this S/I he may not actually be a Doctor per say but he could he's very smart #Again I'm not irl stupid or nothin just really reeeeeeeeally slow #And they don't like that in public school how dare you struggle to memorize 9 subjects at once #Anyway!!!!#Thanks again for asking!!!!!#I looooooooove talking about my Mario S/I right now!!! It's a lot of fun!!!!!#ngl when I first made him despite it being the Mario Movie that pushed me to do it #I'd completely forgotten the Power Mechanic from the main games #fdkgjfdjgkfd I don't play the platformers I'm BAD AT THEM #VERY SLOW!! BAD HAND EYE COORDINATION!!! dfgjfdgdkfjgk #It took a different friend with a Mario S/I posting their S/I with power ups to remind me that was a thing

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arieswritez · 7 months

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golden boy

golden boy | yandere stepbrother!mark grayson x afab!reader

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!! pseudo-incest, panty thief!mark, roofies, victim blaming, non-con video taping, voyeurism, rape, reader's anatomy is sexualized, forced breeding, time skip (mark is an adult & nolan never killed the guardians), mark is a sicko you've been warned

about; life was easier when mark was an only child. he wishes it would've stayed that way. (1.9k words)

a/n; an anon asked about a platonic yan sibling duo so i raise you: big pervy step bro who hates your guts but also wants to rearrange them

step brother mark who's used to being the light and joy of the grayson home. as the only child, he's spoiled beyond belief. he's spunky and cute and the graysons love him to death, constantly showering him with love and adoration.

step brother mark who gets a new sibling after villains make you an orphan. nolan finds you in the ruins and it's like he's on auto-pilot: carrying you to that secret hospital and handing you off to the doctors that rush to his aid. . but not before your tiny fist closes in his suit.

as he watches you being taken away, barely alive, something inside his chest pangs.

debbie notices nolan acting strange. he's restless and he's late for dinner, more so than usual. something's very clearly wrong. and it's not like her to grow suspicious of nolan but she does.

nolan's never given her a reason to believe his head may have been turned but for some reason, she starts to believe there might be someone else.

only to find he's been visiting you at the hospital, staying at your bedside for hours on end as you recover. you're in bad shape. doctors aren't sure how you survived. . if you even will. debbie's never seen nolan so torn over a survivor before. he's seen many things: deaths, disasters, you name it. yet, you're who's causing the sleepless nights.

of course, debbie has a kind heart and, soon, it's not just nolan who's worried. the graysons keep tabs on you. and when you come to, they’re the first thing you see.

you look confused, scared, but as nolan soothes you, you offer a meek smile and nolan finds himself feeling that same giddiness he felt when he first saw a tiny mark cradled in debbie's arms.

the graysons become your legal guardians and, suddenly, mark isn't the golden boy anymore.

you take up so much of their attention. now, christmases and birthdays all revolve around you. suddenly, marks good grades and the fact he hit a home run isn't all that impressive. mark's late for his baseball practice and games more times than he can count. . yet they never miss your dance recitals.

you got an A in an absurdly easy class and that was a cause for celebration. in the meantime, mark won a spelling bee & all he got was a 'good job'.

they treat you like you're made of glass, like you'll shatter into a million tiny pieces the second someone so much as looks at you the wrong way. mark still remembers being reprimanded whenever he said the smallest things to you. he doesn't think he's ever lived down that one orphanage joke that made you bawl. god, he was just kidding. . its not his fault you're sensitive.

soon, you're calling his parents 'mom and dad'. and worse of all, they reiterate the fact that you should be calling mark your 'big brother'.

fucking fantastic.

you are everything to them while mark is pushed aside. and it only worsens the older the two of you get. mark gets his powers - there's literally nothing more impressive than that - yet he still has to do a million and one things in order to outshine you. nothing ever works. and despite the fact that mark is - quite literally - saving lives. . your stupid birthday is still more important.

you are the light of their lives and mark bitterly remembers when they used to look at him that way, too.

you are perfect in their eyes. just like he once was.

and mark wishes you would've died in that accident, just like your parent(s).

as you start to develop a sense of self, mark gets into the habit of stealing your clothes. it's the only thing you seem to care about: the way you present yourself to the world.

they're small things at first. like a single shoe when his parents had bought you new ones yet refused to get him the ones he wanted. he'll admit it, it was petty and spiteful. but you were distressed and the graysons seemed upset you'd already misplaced your brand new - expensive - shoes.

at first, he was content with telling himself that what he was doing was solely to spite you. but that was a lie. when his kleptomania made him steal one of your shirts. . it wasn't spite that made him press the material to his nose and pump his cock until he came. no, it wasn't just spite.

all your simpering and whining, following him around like some lost puppy, that one time you asked him why he hated you so much. . it made him feel more than just hate.

he didn't know what to do with you then.

so, at first, he settled with stealing your clothes.

a couple more shirts.

a pair of shorts.

knee-highs or your favorite tights.

and finally, a pair of panties.

his favorite are a lacy pair. sheer and tiny, he recalls lifting them out of your drawer with a finger. . and thinking, seriously? what're these even meant to cover?

he's extremely sure you aren't supposed to have these~

mark is content with secretly stealing your things. he doesn't get in trouble for being mean to you anymore.

you don't think he hates you.

it's a win-win situation, really.

and mark would've been happy - he would've been fine - with the little game he's been playing. soon, the two of you would part ways for college and he'd forget all about you.

he'd forget the way you'd foolishly walk to your room in only a towel when you knew the two of you were home alone.

he'd forget the way you looked when you changed out of clothing, you never truly believed in fully closing the door, did you?

he'd forget the way your moans sounded, when you touched yourself at night, thinking everyone else was asleep. he'd forget the way he'd concentrate on hearing your pretty sounds - and it's not like he'd have to try hard, another perk of having powers.

he'd forget about how he could almost envision you: humping your fingers and biting at your lip, desperately trying to get yourself off. it was like he was in the room with you. . you were so wet he could hear the wet clicks of your cunt.

he'd forget all about you.

you, you, you.

he was sure of it.

but if it's one thing about you is that you could never just let things be.

you could never just let the graysons be a normal, happy family.

and you could never just let mark forget about you.

because the first time his parents say no to you - the very first fucking time - you don't listen.

you're just not used to it.

that stupid party you weren't supposed to go to.

that stupid party mark sneaks off to, too.

and when you see him there, you're surprised.

he pretends to be, too.

because it's not fair if only one of you was forbidden to go. no, you had to fuck it up for the both of them.

it's a good thing you're so spoiled, though. and it's even better that mark eavesdropped on the conversation you had with your friend, the one in which you planned to sneak out.

you're so fucking naive. so stupid.

you think the two of you are finally getting along when he gets you a drink and whispers, don't worry, i won't tell if you don't. and you laugh and wink at him like you'll keep his secret, drinking from whatever concoction he's prepared for you.

you were too young when your parent(s) passed and the graysons never seemed to sit you down for the talk. . or maybe they did and you were just too stupid to understand why you should never accept an open drink.

it's easy to blame it on you being a lightweight. the way you sway and slur your words, the way you stumble into him, the way your body overheats.

you've had too much to drink. you're not used to it, is all. he'll take care of you, don't you worry, big brother always does.

first, he's got to lay you down, you poor thing.

he doesn't want you to hurt your pretty little head by falling!

so, he lays you down in the empty room of the house as the party continues downstairs. as you fall to the bed in a heap, you swear you can see the throbbing beat of the music, now muffled behind the closed door.

in the dark room, the moonlight leaking through the pale blue blinds look like drunken undulations, wavering like heat shimmers, yet you can't keep your eyes open long enough to ogle at them. your body doesn't feel like your own, but you're not as nervous as you should be.

mark yanks his shirt off over his head - practiced, ready - and stalks over to your semi-limp body that's nearly hanging off the bed.

it's not hard to undress you, considering you're dressed like some cheap slut. and, honestly, if it wasn't mark that night, he's sure it would've been another dude at the party. the way you're such a fucking tease, he doesn't think anyone would be able to keep their hands off of you for long.

so, really, it's only fair your older brother is the one to get his hands on the goods, first. afterall, he was there to watch them grow.

the little camcorder he took from his parents - the old silver one they used to record all their trips around the world, mark's first steps, your first birthday with them - blinks red, on and off, on and off, as he strips you. he makes sure to capture your body: your bare tits as your chest rises and falls with each panicked breath, the smooth skin of your tummy, then down, between your legs, as he records your sopping cunt taking his fingers.

you mewl and your vision's swimming. and you feel here, there, everywhere, and it's so, so confusing.

you don't know what's happening and it's distressing because you know something is.

your hands weakly try to push at the foreign body on top of you. . inside of you. . but mark is stronger than anyone will ever be and you are far too drugged to do anything about it.

they're gonna be so mad, mark thinks, as he slides into you and tries to keep the camera recording the way your cunt grips him as he feeds his cock inside of you.

they'll be so mad when they find out you've snuck out.

and maybe you'll tell them. . you think something happened. . someone did something to you. . when you try to wash his cum out of your pussy.

maybe you won't. maybe you shouldn't. they'll already be mad at you, best keep quiet about it~

but the graysons will feel even worse in the next few months. . when you start puking your guts out.

and like the perfect parents they are, they'll take you to a doctor. . only for the results to come back positive.

mark may not be a golden boy, anymore.

but in nine months, maybe you'll give him one, instead 💗

#mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #invincible #invincible x reader #yandere mark grayson #yandere mark grayson x reader #mark is canonically a good brother #& we love him for that!!#but he's a weirdo in my universe <3

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romantichomicide95 · 2 months

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DABI ~ confessions

summary: you ask dabi why he never says those three words back.

cw: toxic relationship vibes, but still kinda cute. dabi opening up in his dabi way.

a/n: bee aren’t you on a writing hiatus? -no comment, also first time i’ve ever written for him and i know his stuff is prob a dead side of tumblr but when in rome.

tagging: @i-literally-cant-with-this (i almost forgot)

“how come you never say it back?” you ask dabi, adjusting your position against him on the couch. this particular question had been on your mind for awhile. whether or not he loved you back. it was something that twisted in your gut like a knife each night that passed. his stark blue gaze flicked away from the television, finding your eyes momentarily before flicking back to the TV.

dabi’s lips twisted slightly, forming a semblance of a frown, one that made his eyes seem even colder and more distant than usual. the faint glow from the television cast unsettling shadows across his scarred face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. “say what back?” he retorted.

you felt your heart beat painfully against your chest. “that you love me,” you whispered.

a low grunt escaped him as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, forcing you off his lap and creating a small distance between you. dabi’s voice drops low, his steely gaze finally settling back on you, sharp and piercing. “love doesn’t really suit me now does it?”

your heart sank at his words, but you couldn’t let it go. “okay…so you don’t love me?” your voice was rising, a mix of frustration and sadness weaving through your words.

dabi looks away again, his jaw clenched tightly. for a moment, there's a flash of vulnerability in his eyes before it disappears behind his mask of indifference. “it’s complicated," he finally says, his voice gruff.

you felt the sting of tears, trying to will them away but failing. “what does than even mean…i’m your girlfriend.”

his silence hung heavily between you, the air charged with the unspoken. he sighed, a sound heavy and filled with something that could almost be mistaken for regret. "can you just drop this and watch tv? i’m fucking tired.”

you wipe away a tear. "no dabi…you know i put up with a lot from you? for one you’re an asshole and like you’re not always nice to me. plus you use my body however you please. but despite that i love you…so i just deal with it.” you begin, the tears now rolling down your cheeks unchecked. “i just want to make you happy. and now you’re telling me you don’t love me? what’s the point?”

"fuck, " dabi cut in, his tone sharper than he intended. he saw the hurt flash across your face and it stirred something inside him. you were right, you do put up with a lot from him. always finding ways to justify his behavior, excuse his cruelty. “don’t cry i hate that shit. i’m not good with feelings and all that.” he runs a hand through his messy hair. the tv light flashes bright, casting a glow across his face illuminating his scars. “it’s not like i don’t care about you.”

“but you don’t love me? i guess i just don’t see why you’re still with me if you don’t.”

there’s a long silence as he struggles internally with the weight of the conversation. “well i am with you aren’t i? who else would put up with me?”

“oh so it’s out of convenience than? that’s real nice dabi jeeze.”

he glares at you for a second, almost like he’s insulted by the insinuation. “no. it’s not out of convenience okay! jesus christ, you’re impossible. can you just drop this please?”

“if that’s the case than why can’t you say it back?” your voice comes out exasperated, shaking and choked. laced with tears and sorrow.

frustrated beyond measure dabi’s blue eyes reflect a mix of anger and turmoil. like there’s two sides desperately clawing away at each other inside him. finally he explodes. "fuck…if you're really that desperate for meaningless words then fine…fine, I LOVE YOU, YOU STUPID IDIOT!" he screamed, his voice cracking under the intensity of his own emotions. the room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the tv in the background. he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling fast as he continues yelling. “i love you so much it’s fucking infuriating. why do you think i get so mad all the god damn time when guys look at you? why do you think i push back all the time? cause i’m fucking scared. i’m scared you’ll realize what a piece of shit I am and leave me. i fucking love you y/n. of course i do. fuck…are you seriously that dense that you don’t see that?”

the second those words left his mouth, there was a palpable shift in the air. the room suddenly seemed colder, and you could barely believe what you had just heard. you stare back at him in disbelief, unable to form words.

watching you struggle for a response he snorts, shaking his head. a low gritty laugh, utterly emotionless, escapes him. “of course you don’t see it you fucking moron, too busy whining and being a pain in the ass all the time.”

a feeling of relief bubbles inside you, mixed with annoyance at his utter lack of tact and disbelief at his confession. the swirling of emotions comes out of you in a laugh, one that lasts a fraction of a second too long. “how can you be such an asshole while saying something like you just said?” you continue to laugh, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

he rolls his eyes. “just because i said love you doesn’t mean ill suddenly change you moron.” he says, though the hardness in his tone has softened. he shifts uncomfortably, almost as if unsure how to handle the vulnerability he just displayed.

you smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek before settling back on his lap. he scoffs slightly but his arm wraps around you as you both settle back into your prior position. despite himself, dabi finds some comfort in having you close. there’s some peace that bubbles deep within him whenever he’s got your body pressed against his.

you look up at him, tracing the scar along his cheek. “well, i love you a lot…and i wouldn’t leave you by the way, so there’s no reason to be scared.”

“whatever,” he mutters dismissively. “just shut up and watch tv.” he shifts on the couch grabbing the remote and turning the volume up, but not before he leans down to place a small chaste kiss against your forehead.

#dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #dabi x you #touya x y/n #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #dabi touya #my hero academia x reader #my hero #dabi

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siameanee · 1 year

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Hi love!

I wasn't sure if you were accepting requests, so if you aren't, just ignore this!

Would you please be able to write a Hobie x Fem!Reader (established relationship) oneshot where Reader has anger issues? Like she tries to suppress/control them but ends up having to back away before she pretty much explodes at the smallest things - she always feels guilty/embarrassed once she's calmed down.

Hobie's used to it and notices the signs of her getting angry/irritated and is able to not make a scene and casually takes her somewhere else for her to relieve stress and/or calm down.

Thank you!! Hope you have a great day/night!

firecracker 🧨 hobie brown x fem!reader oneshot

hehelloooo ... 🙃 maybe this is the last thing ill write maybe it isnt 🗣️

also not proofread soooorrrryyyy (im not really) 👎

wc: idk.. imlazylololol one day

tags or desc or whatevr: fluff, reader has anger issues, hobie luvs reader, hobie x fem!reader, hobie x reader, hobie fluff, oneshot, theyre so cute in here

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hobie had made reservations for this one restaurant you wanted to go to so badly, and you couldn't contain your excitement when you looked at the reservations he'd sent you.

bee 💕

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Table for 2

8:00 PM

you jumped up as you hopped in the shower once more, freshening up and applying your most expensive makeup on your pretty face, seeing your phone light up again with a call from "bee 💕".

"hobie?" you speak into the mic, holding it on your shoulder as you cautiously apply your mascara.

"hey baby, you see wha' i sent you?" hobie speaks from the speaker of your phone, audio crackling a bit.

you cheesily grinned at the phone as if he could see you. "yeah! i'm actually getting ready right now." you perked up.

"okay luv, pickin' you up in jus' a minute." you hear hobie once more before the hang-up sound rung through your phone.

you slipped into your prettiest dress and some flattering heels, walking out and seeing hobie clad in a suit, leaning against his shiny black car. he reaches for the door upon seeing you and gives you a bright smile as he opens it for you.

"my lady's first." he says, grinning. he hated labels, he hated consistency, but you were his girl. "lookin' so beautiful, baby," he adds, sliding into the drivers seat.

"not too bad yourself hobie," you say, giggling.

the drive to the restaurant wasn't monotonous at all, hobie had allowed you to play your music -- although he'd rather play his usual music -- making the short drive peaceful. he stepped out of the car first, running to your side and opening the door for you.

the restaurant was gorgeous, lined in fairy lights with outdoor seating and a gorgeous indoor velvet carpet. you pushed into the door, smoothing out your dress and heard hobie talking to the server, before he gently took your hand in his and led you to the table the server was walking to.

you struggled to hear anything the server was saying because of how mesmerized you were of the restaurant, but when the server put a menu in front of you and left, you snapped back to reality, chatting back and forth with hobie until you both finally settled on the filet mignon.

as you ordered and the servers brought back your meals, hobies portion seemed to be... larger? you looked at your plate and back at hobies as he raised his eyebrow at you, taking a bite. it was definitely larger. you thought, eyebrows furrowing as you wordlessly pointed to your two plates. "hobie... they made mine smaller." you said, blinking.

"oh, then jus' take mine luv," hobie said, pushing his plate towards yours, but you rejected it with an alternate push.

"no, i want the chef, bee." you said, waving down the server and asking for the chef in between a tight jaw. when the chef came out, he denied all (clearly correct) accusations made against him, and you began to stop hearing his explanation and your face became more and more expressive of your bubbling anger that you're trying to put a lid on.

hobie knew what was going to happen all to well, and he seemed to smile at the chef and nod, writing down a couple things on the bill the chef hands him and placing a couple bucks on the table from his wallet before swooping you up and taking you out of the restaurant into the car.

in the car, hobie peppered your forehead with kisses and wiped the tears that poured out of your eyes. "'m so sorry, bee..." was your never-ending chant between downturned lips. "ruined our night out..." you added.

but hobie deterred it with a "no you didn't luv, don' be sorry." every time. you looked up at him with puffy eyes, and he kissed the lines your tears made on your cheeks.

"always lookin' so pretty, luv." he mumbled all lovesick-ly, holding your left hand with his right as he drove back home. you couldn't stop stupidly smiling as you looked out the window, seeing the fairy lights of the restaurant slowly disappear.

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authors note:

i have a hunch hobie actually cant drive lolololo

idk... i have a bad habit of writing 2 much im sorry 😭😭

hobiesocute.............

i 💕 writing fluff

#hobie brown x reader #hobie fluff #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x fem!reader fluff #hobie brown x reader fluff #atsv #atsv x you fluff #atsv x you #hobie cant drive #across the spiderverse #spiderpunk #hobartholomew #my baby

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nogenderbee · 11 months

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Hi Bee! I saw the new event you're currently hosting, so I wanted to give it a try! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Here are my answers! (ㆁ⁠▽ㆁ⁠)

•Nicknames: baby, love, hun or honey, short-form of their name.

•My hobbies: playing video games, reading and writing fanfics, digital drawing. (Secret hobbies: singing and dancing, I do them secretly because I'm not good at them and I don't have the confidence to do them infront of others.)

•Perfect date ideas: café dates, playing video games or watching a movie while cuddling on the couch or bed at home.

•What I hate in others: disloyalty, ignoring me for an unknown reason to the point that I can't sort the problem out because they keep ghosting me.

•My main personality traits: introvert, quiet but when I warm up to others I'm quite talkative, self-conscious, timid, creative, calm.

•MBTI: INFP-T.

•Activities that I like: Watching YouTube and movies, playing video games, listening to music, hanging out with my friends.

•Activities that I dislike: any kind of sports.

•Note: I'm non-binary and pansexual, so both female and male choices are fine to me, but I prefer to get a male pairing more.

Tysm for reading! Have a wonderful day/afternoon/night, Bee! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕ω⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*✧

Of course! Happy to see you in my inbox darl! And of course I paired you with a boy as you prefered it, so let's get into it!

I pair you with...

🥁🥁🥁

Toya Aoyagi!

⊱ so first... nicknames actually suit him!! I feel like honestly all nicknames suit him just as well!

⊱ then you literally match with all your hobbies! Maybe except overall writing and reading fanfictions in specific but he does like reading so maybe you can convince him to read fanfics as well? As for the fact that you sing and dance in secret, if he discovers that then you can be sure your secret is safe with him. But if you ever give him signs or tell him that you'd like to be more confident about your abilities, he may have few ideas or people that might help if you want!

⊱ as for your date ideas, he's a big fan of cafe dates of course but gaming or watching a movie while being cuddled up also sound great to him! And of course he doesn't mind being little or big spoon, as long as you're cuddling is enough~

⊱ and finally, your personality traits... begging of your relationship was a little slow since you both are quiet but luckily you found few topics and chats became easier with time! And also when you became more talkative, it only was easier! He's also pretty find of your creative side and you can be sure that he'll often admire and maybe even tell his friends about how great you are!

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You were now slowly walking home from school when you could feel someone tapping your shoulder. When you turned around you saw no one else than Toya himself. He seemed a bit nervous surprisingly...

"Hello love... I know it's not Valentiens time or anything but... I heard that one of our favorite cafe has new things in menu. Meant for... couples. So if you'd like to visit it with me... I'd really like that."

And now you could see why he was so nervous. He was simply emberassed which you could see by his little blush but it was more cute? than annoying!

#pairing #project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader

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Neighbours to Lovers AU

Human AU - Phoebe and Marcus are neighbors. She finds him annoying. He finds her charming.

"All right, I will call you later."

Phoebe had a wonderful day with her mother, when she bumped into Marcus who was on his way into the hospital to start his shift.

"He's cute." Her mum whispered, but he heard and smiled widely.

"And you must be Phoebe's sister?" He asked, pressing a kiss to her hand. Her mother giggled and Phoebe almost glared at her mother for falling for this.

"Charmer." She smiled, before turning back to Phoebe, hugging and kissing her goodbye. Phoebe smiled until her mother was out of sight before turning to Marcus with a glare.

"Really, my mother? You can't help yourself."

"Don't be like that Bee." He winked before walking out to go to work.

Phoebe had been living in this. It was lovely. She had a lovely, spacious loft. A great job.

But Marcus Whitmore annoyed her. With his stupid hair, and smarmy grin. Also, he got a kick out of teasing her. He'd taken to calling her 'Bee' after seeing her in a yellow dress.

He lived to annoy her.

....

Marcus also had strings of people leaving his apartment most weekends. Men, women and everything in between. Some left heartbroken, others satisfied. But it was clear to Phoebe what kind of man he was. And she didn't want much to do with him.

That all changed one evening.

"Oh, no." Phoebe leaned out of her window and pulled the kitten inside. It was a beautiful black kitten with green eyes. Poor thing was probably separated from her litter (at least Phoebe was sure it was a she.)

"You need a doctor." She knew a doctor. Lived next to one. Surely, she could swallow her distaste to help this kitten?

She knocked on his door. It was a Saturday, so she wasn't exactly expecting him to be alone. But he didn't seem to be home.

"Phoebe?" She turned to see him in arriving home, wearing a coat and suit. He'd removed his tie.

“Why are you holding a kitten?”

....

He didn't know much about cats, but enough biology was able to do a basic exam. The poor thing was a few days old, slightly malnourished but not sick.

"I know a vet we can take her to for shots. That's of course, if you want to keep her." Marcus suggested, carrying her over to the sink to rinse her fur.

"We could share her." Phoebe suggested, "You know, because we're neighbours."

He smiled, "Why not? Maybe you'll hate me less."

Phoebe scoffed, "I don't hate you."

"Then why are you glaring at me, whilst I'm holding out daughter?" She rolled her eyes. She was annoyed at how handsome he looked.

"You've been crying." He observed, as he placed the kitten in the sink to wash. she wiped her eyes, not realising they were still red.

"I'm a good listener." Marcus offered.

"It's the anniversary of my dad's death. This week." Phoebe explained.

"I'm so sorry." Marcus said, sincerely, "Is that why your mother came to visit?"

She nodded, "On Monday, six years ago he was taken into hospital. His cancer had spread, quickly. But he didn't want chemo or any invasive treatment. So he died in hospital on the Friday. Today. My mum likes to spend the actual day alone but we also spend time together at the beginning of the week."

"I don't know why I'm telling you this." Phoebe laughed after a while, wiping her tears. Marcus laughed slightly.

"I told you I'm a good listener."

"Is that how you get so many people to sleep with you?" Phoebe teased.

"Of course, bee." For once she didn't protest when he called her that.

"Come on, cheer me up. Tell me why you're in a fancy suit." The shirt wasn't different from the other tailored shirts he wore to work, the suit was new and expensive.

"Family dinner. Boring but necessary affair." He then handed her the kitten, wrapped in a small fluffy towel. Phoebe cradled her.

"I believe warm milk is in order for this one." Marcus announced getting a small bowl out and filling it with whole milk before placing it in the microwave.

"Thank you."

"Black cats get a bad rep, I think. Outcasts. I like outcasts." Marcus explained, "You should name her."

"I though she was our cat."

"Yes, but you found her. You should name her." He reasoned, scratching behind the kittens ears. The microwave beeped and he took out the bowl of milk, setting it on the counter and Phoebe let the cat down to drink the milk.

Phoebe thought for a moment, "Persephone."

"Persephone." Marcus mused, "I like it. Does that make me Zeus, and you Demeter?"

"Well, you certainly have the shagger part of his personality down."

"And you have the beautiful, judgy part of her down. We're perfect for each other." He smirked and Phoebe rolled her eyes, though there was fondness.

The two grew closer after that night and for months after that, became co-parents and friends. Best friends even.

....

"Hello, bee." Marcus greeted her one morning. She was picking up a package that had been left outside.

“Hey.” Then a beautiful woman basically stormed out of his apartment, “Oh, hello.”

The woman looked her up and down, then back at Marcus with a smirk, “Hello.” And with that, she walked off.

Phoebe looked after the woman who seemed to treat the hallway as a catwalk. Then she looked back at Marcus, who was scratching the back of his neck.

“She isn’t a people person.”

"Usually, someone has that much sex as you do, is when they're trying to feel something other than sadness." Phoebe pointed out and Marcus smiled bashfully.

"I'm the doctor, Bee. And she's my friend." He insisted.

"Don't call me Bee!" Phoebe protested but he bopped her on the nose.

"Why not? You're adorable and..."

Phoebe held up her hand, "Dirty joke and I will kick you."

"You make my life more floral," Marcus said and Phoebe laughed at how terrible the joke was.

"Anyway, why do you look so casual today?" He asked, referring to her knitted sweater and black denim dungarees, "I didn't think you owned trainers. Just boots and brogues."

She shoved him playfully, "Day off, so I thought I would stay in, watch some movies."

"What are you watching?"

"I have a few period dramas lined up." Phoebe shrugged.

“I love a good period drama,” He then popped back into his flat, “And I have wine.” He produced a bottle that cost more than their rent, “Gift from my friend.”

So, Phoebe, Marcus and Persephone spent the day watching period dramas, with wine and popcorn and Marcus cried during Tolkien. And Phoebe really likes him.

.....

Phoebe finally realised why Marcus was difficult. Why he didn't talk about himself much.

His door was open to her as always, as walked she walked in. He would look after Persephone when she had an auction and he had a day off. The first thing she heard was an argument. She couldn't make out what the one man was saying but she heard Marcus' loud and angry response.

"Okay, dad. I get it. I'm so sorry I'm not as perfect as Philip and Jack. So sorry." Marcus replied sarcastically. Then he looked behind his father to see Phoebe hesitantly standing in his flat, holding their cat. Matthew turned to her as well.

"Uh, sorry." Phoebe said.

"Do you not know how to knock?" Matthew snapped. Marcus opens his mouth to retort but Phoebe was quicker.

"Do you not know how to use an inside voice? Hello, is usually how you greet someone." Phoebe snapped and pushed past him to hand Marcus the cat.

"Thanks again," Phoebe said with a kind smile and a kiss on the cheek. He needed it. He smiled as he stroked Persephone who purred happily.

"No problem. You'll do great today." She walked out, not without glaring at Matthew who glared back in equal measure.

Phoebe decided to put off research for the evening, for once, instead picking up a bottle of wine and some takeaway. She had a feeling Marcus would need a friend.

He smiled in relief when he saw her at his door and she gave him a hug.

They were sitting on the sofa, full of alcohol and Chinese food when Phoebe decided to broach the subject.

"Your dad seems lovely."

"Don't lie, Bee," Marcus said. Phoebe laughed,. "No, I love him, he's just still sees me as a disappointment."

"I don't get it. You're like a super doctor. How can you be a disappointment?" Phoebe asked, looking at him.

Marcus smiled tightly, "I was. I got a girl pregnant. Geraldine, we went to school together. I thought I loved her, she loved me. And my family paid to get rid of it. I shoplifted a bunch of times, and crashed two of my dad's cars."

Phoebe raised her eyebrows as he revealed this. Sure, she suspected a bit of rebellion, but that was a lot

"Wow... You didn't have to-" Phoebe began, feeling bad that she'd forced it out of him.

"You've got a face that makes me want to confess my sins," Marcus smiled slightly.

"But you've made up for it since." Phoebe reasoned, "I think you're a good person who did some terrible things. You shouldn't have it held over you for the rest of your life."

"My family does."

"Well, then screw them!" Phoebe declared and Marcus smirked up at her.

"What language, Miss Taylor. I do hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth."

"You can kiss me." She clasped her hand over her mouth, realising what she just said and Marcus sat up immediately.

"I have had too much too drink." She chuckled, "And I should go home,” She inwardly scolded herself. Why did she say that?

“No, Phoebe-” Marcus got up and followed her, stopping her before she could run out.

He pressed her up against the door and the two looked at each other before kissing each other deeply. It was messy and hot. His hands were tangled in her curls and her hands gripped at his shirt.

The two pulled away from each other, breathing heavily.

"I need to go." And with that she left the flat and went next door to hers.

.....

She didn't speak to him for a week. She stayed at work longer, avoiding him.

Then she used the excuse that she had to wash her hair, which in her defence was an all day, sometimes two day project. So that bought her two days.

But on Saturday, he knocked on the door, holding their kitten.

"Hi."

"Hey." They were both fidgeting nervously until she opened her door wider to let him in. He placed Persephone on her scratching tower in the corner of the living room, before turning to Phoebe

"I wanted to say-"

"I'm so sorry-"

They both laughed when they realised they were speaking at the same time.

"You first." Phoebe offered.

"I'm sorry, that I made you uncomfortable last week. I shouldn't have kissed you like that. We were both drunk and it was improper." Marcus apologized.

"I wanted to also apologise for making you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. We're friends and you don't see me that way." Phoebe said.

"Who said I don't see you that way?" Marcus replied.

"Don't toy with me Marcus, I'm not in the mood." Phoebe snapped slightly, "You just apologised for kissing me. It was a stupid, drunken kiss."

"I apologized for kissing you when we were drunk. Not for wanting to kiss you." Marcus said and she froze.

"You cannot mean that." She whispered.

"No, but how could you..." He ran a hand through his hair, "How could you not realise? My fault perhaps..."

"The string of people who come in and out of your flat." Phoebe pointed out.

"Judgy."

"Manwhore."

The two smiled at each other.

"I haven't slept with anyone in the past five months. Since we found Persephone. That's when I realised that I, well, I really, really like you." Marcus said. She raised an eyebrow and thought back. He hadn't, mainly spending time with her.

"That supermodel who glared at me?" Phoebe said. Marcus looked confused then remembered. Miriam.

"Miriam? She's my friend, fellow doctor and very married. You'd love Bertrand, he's lovely and a history nerd like you." Marcus explained.

Phoebe sighed, "Well, I feel bad."

"Don't. I'm working on myself."

"Well, so am I." Phoebe said.

"Zeus and Demeter don't work out very well in the myths." Phoebe pointed out whilst wrapping her arms around his waist as he pulled her closer. Marcus cupped her head in his hands, looking at her with utter adoration.

"Then I am very glad this isn't a myth."

#adow fic #adow au #a discovery of witches #phoebe taylor #marcus whitmore #marcus x phoebe #matthew clairmont #miriam shephard #human au #neighbours to lovers #one shot

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according-to-the-laura · 3 years

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StackedNatural Day 59: 7x09, 10x06, 11x07

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

November 18, 2021

7x09: How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters

Written by: Ben Edlund

Directed by: Guy Bee

Original air date: November 18, 2011

Plot Synopsis:

Something is turning all of the people of a small town in New Jersey into cannibals.

Features:

Glamping, the Jersey Devil, Ranger Rick, supercharged adrenal glands, Dean’s drug sandwich, Edgar the leviathan, hyperadrenalised cannibalism, Bobby is kidnapped by leviathans.

My Thoughts:

I fully forgot that Bobby dies in season 7. Not looking forward to watching the next season 7 ep, at least we get a couple week’s break.

In good news, Bobby looks very cute in a little suit and all dressed up. I love him.

This is kind of a boring episode but at least Dean gets microaggressed and has a little crush on Ranger Rick. I stand by this, he said he liked Rick when he was stoned and thus not repressing. No filters, love and light. Also, textual evidence that he’s been sadder since Cas left. And then Bobby gives the least useful pep talk I’ve ever seen.

There are plenty of issues with the leviathans as villains, but the actor for Dick Roman really nails the delivery of charming but sleazy CEO in a big way.

Notable Lines:

“You think the world wants to end?”

“ Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you."

“Ever since my head broke... and we lost Cas. I mean, you ever feel like he's -- he's going through the same motions but he's not the same Dean, you know?"

“...at least all my crazy's under one umbrella, you know? I kind of know what I'm dealing with. A lot of people got it worse."

" I'm talking the way a person talks when they've had it, when they can't figure out why they used to think all this mattered."

"You're not a person. [...] You tried to hang it up and be a person with Lisa and Ben. And now here you are with a mean old coot and a van full of guns. That ain't person behavior, son. You're a hunter, meaning you're whatever the job you're doing today. Now, you get a case of the Anne Sextons, something's gonna come up behind you and rip your fool head off. Now, you find your reasons to get back in the game. I don't care if it's love or spite or a ten-dollar bet. I've been to enough funerals. I mean it. You die before me, and I'll kill you."

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 6.0

IMdB Rating: 8.5

10x06: Ask Jeeves

Written by: Eric Charmelo & Nicole Snyder

Directed by: John MacCarthy

Original air date: November 18, 2014

Plot Synopsis:

Dean encounters a surprising message on Bobby's phone, and Sam and Dean investigate.

Features:

Dead heiress, the boys as Bobby’s next of kin, shapeshifter kid, basically Clue.

My Thoughts:

I don’t remember this episode at all and you know what? That was fine. They’re trying for camp, fair enough, but none of the guest stars are talented enough to pull it off, and neither is Jared.

The bottle episode style doesn’t really work with the established rules of the universe - there’s no way one of the boys wouldn’t have been able to distract the one or two cops long enough for the other to sneak out and at least get the EMF meter from the car. For that matter, they’ve handled enough silver for werewolves and shifters that I don’t buy them not noticing that the knives are stainless steal. And they’ve handled enough cursed objects to not instantly dismiss an ornate piece of jewellery left to Bobby, famously a monster hunter, by a mysterious heiress. It just hits weird that they take everything at face value. Also, crazy that the cop didn’t run their real names that they used and come up with the serial killer stuff.

I watched this episode with my best friend from high school, Bella (who no longer watches Spn), and my brother-in-law, Lyall, who watches with us a lot but doesn’t have the bug.

Bella hated this so much that they convinced me to give it an even lower rating than I was already going to give it.

Lyall said “this show loves camp but hates gay people” and “I’ve never watched an episode of Supernatural that made me forget about the overarching plot more”.

All true and reasonable critiques. I think Sam should have hustled the MILFs at poker instead of playing Go Fish and I thought it was funny when he held his knife like a gun. Also, the shifter effects looked way better and creepier in season 1, so call that a failure.

Basically, this was a good idea executed very badly, which to be fair is trademark Supernatural. Also, with this and 7x09, Stacked today said that Capitalism Is Bad.

Notable Lines:

“Our surrogate dad, Bobby Singer...”

“Being a monster is a choice.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 3.5

IMdB Rating: 8.1

11x07: Plush

Written by: Eric Charmelo & Nicole Snyder

Directed by: Tim Andrew

Original air date: November 18, 2015

Plot Synopsis:

Sheriff Donna calls Sam and Dean for help after a horrific murder with supernatural elements happens in her town. Sam continues to have visions and asks God for help, which frustrates Dean.

Features:

Killer bunny, the return of Donna, cursed mask, evil jester, cursed costumes of a children’s performer, burn the furry heads, Donna is a hunter.

My Thoughts:

I was expecting this to be a rare late-season Samgirl episode, but it wasn’t really because it dropped all of the emotional resonance for the bulk of the episode and tried to just sandwich it in there at the beginning and the end. Not much exploration of what Sam is really going through.

This one also felt super divorced from the overarching plot of the season, which makes sense because it was written by the same duo. I’ll have to see if this is a valid critique of all their work when I do my analysis at the end of Stacked.

I love Donna and I enjoyed watching Dean compete (and lose) at masculinity with a high schooler. I liked seeing a little bit of Sam’s hell trauma come in near the end.

Otherwise, I was mostly bored. And mad that they named the heroic jock after Brad Buckner and it wasn’t even a Buckleming episode.

To be honest, I watched these episodes in advance and am writing this review the next day (life 14ish hours later) and I can’t remember that much about the episode except that Donna was cute, so. Shows you what I felt about it when watching.

Notable Lines:

“I spent my whole life sticking up for my brother. But what if I couldn’t see him for what he really was?”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 4.5

IMdB Rating: 8.2

In Conclusion: Why did I watch these episodes in advance, you ask? Why, because I am working for 14 hours straight today <3

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #7x09 #How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters #10x06 #Ask Jeeves #11x07 #Plush

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