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Americano PT. 1 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: part one is here, enjoy! <3

W/C: 3.398

Introduction

"Can you try smiling this time?"

I mumble, holding myself back from rolling my eyes in annoyance. I click my tongue, standing behind Luis, my close friend and cameraman.

"The photo needs to be edited later, for sure. Looks a little off compared to the others." I tell Luis, sending an insult to the man in front of the camera, in English for him to hear.

Even so, Luis and I usually spoke English to each other. It being a language we were both very well versed in.

Jude doesn't even look like he wants to be here, at all. He wouldn't be the only one, that was for sure.

"That's good enough, Bellingham. You can go." I say, folding my arms up to my chest.

"Finally." He mutters, rolling his eyes, the Brummie accent, which was quite new to me, rolling off his tongue.

He raises his hands, smoothing down his shirt, before nodding at Luis with a smile and leaving, not acknowledging me per usual.

"Douchebag." I mumble, solely for myself to hear, but I notice Luis glancing at me.

"What?" I ask, rolling the papers in my hands into a tube out of boredom. The letters curving with the bend of the paper.

"You two are becoming more insufferable every day." He says, going to wipe his camera lens with a microfiber cloth. He treated his cameras like his actual children.

"Not my fault." I reply through clenched teeth, placing a hand on my hip.

"You spilled an entire americano on his brand new, white kit. On his first day here." He says, recalling the embarrassing and aggravating incident.

"It was just an accident!" I retort, unfolding the papers again. "We could have moved on from that after I apologized, but he's decided to be an asshole about it."

So, who was the insufferable one here?

He doesn't say anything else, an uninterested sigh leaving his lips as he distracts himself with the lens.

I saw Luis as the older brother I never had, but he wasn't even taking my side in the situation.

Traitor.

I huff, turning away and looking around the pitch for some entertainment I could turn into content.

My eyes catch the players of the club warming up a couple meters away.

Easy content, my favorite.

"Can I get a camera?" I nudge Luis, his eyes looking up at mine.

"Should I trust you with one?" He says, voice unsure.

"Yes, just give me the smaller one." I usher, holding my hand out in anticipation.

He sighs again, grabbing the requested camera out of his equipment bag.

"Two hands." He mutters.

I roll my eyes, grabbing the camera with the apparently very necessary, two hands.

"I'll take care of your child." I mock, smile tugging at my lips as I see him get annoyed.

"Chill, I've got it." I add, walking away from him.

I was being serious, of course.

Firstly, I wanted these shots to come out perfectly. Secondly, I didn't want to get killed by him for ruining his precious camera. I had enough enemies in this club already. Losing an ally wasn't on my bingo list this season.

I turn the camera on clumsily, pointing it at the training players as I'm standing behind the goal.

How the hell does a small camera weigh this much? It genuinely felt like a bag of rocks weighing down on my arms.

I try to ignore the heaviness of the camera, filming the individual shooting of the players. Moving the camera when necessary.

I stand there for a moment, before I hear Luis come up to me, finally taking the camera out of my hands.

"How the hell do you even hold these cameras? My arm almost went numb." I say, rubbing my tired arm as I look at him.

"I go to the gym, unlike you- and I'm used to it by now." He replies, focusing on filming.

The urge to say something petty back is interrupted as Camavinga suddenly yells at us, our heads snapping up.

« Tu filmes? » are you filming?

He shouts in French, standing in his position.

I used to whine and complain about having to take French back in school, but now I was genuinely grateful for it. It was very useful now, even though I had forgotten a great chunk of it.

"Want us to?" I shout back in English, ignoring the fact that we are shouting back and forth like maniacs. He nods, giving us a thumbs up.

"Yeah, go ahead." I nudge Luis, making him film again. I grab him, making him take a step back for safety, watching Cama receive the ball and shoot, hitting the net perfectly.

I cheer quietly, not wanting to disturb the audio of the footage as he smiles back at me, walking back to stand and watch the other players.

I have been working in the marketing and PR department at Real Madrid for about two years now. The club and players were generally very nice to work with, which made my job so much better.

It wasn't my permanent job. I had just started my third year of my law degree this new school year, combining online classes with this job. Balancing did get difficult at times, but I liked the fact that it kept me busy and motivated.

"Think we're good to go." Luis says, interrupting my thoughts as he points his camera downward.

"You sure?" I ask, whipping my head around.

"Yeah, the sun is about to melt us and the camera. Come on, let's go inside." He says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away from the pitch

"If you read this sentence, does it sound like I know what I'm talking about?" I ask Lina, her face scrunching up almost instantly.

I was confident enough to write this essay on my own, really, but having a friend keep me company made it way more fun.

"You know I don't like thinking about school. That's in the past for me." She says, her hands coming up in front of her defensively.

"Come on, please? I'll grab a drink for you in a minute." I beg, placing my hands on her shoulders, shaking her back and forth.

"Make it two."

"Deal."

"Okay, show me." She says, shoving a piece of pineapple into her mouth, grabbing my laptop and leaning forward as I repeat the question.

She types away for a second, adding a few words before turning to me after reading the sentence again.

"What are you writing? The damn Magna Carta? What kind of essay is this?" She asks, her eyebrows raised.

"It's about EU law." I sigh, I liked this subject, it was very interesting, but I couldn't wait to be done with this fifteen page essay.

"Explains a lot." She says, shoving another piece of fruit into her mouth. Her fork suddenly appearing in front of my face, a piece of watermelon spiced onto it.

"Thanks." I mutter, biting off the piece of fruit as I hear commotion in the hallways.

"Get me my drinks, please?" She asks, blinking at me. I roll my eyes, push my laptop back and get up.

"Let me guess, a lime soda and an orange juice?"

"You got it." She winks, smiling at me.

I chuckle at her, looking up as I watch the players pile into the cafeteria.

"Lunchtime?" I mouth at Lina, she checks the time on her phone, nodding.

I make my way to the bar, extending my arms up to grab two cups. The feeling of someone's hand on mine catching me off guard as I immediately let go of the cup. Turning around to see Jude right behind me.

"What are you doing?" I ask, sending him a nasty look. Invading my personal space wasn't enough, now he wants to steal my cup?

"Grabbing a cup?" He retorts in a menacing tone, sending a glare back.

I look at him, watching him fill his stolen cup with water, before he looks at me again.

"What?"

"Can you move?" I ask through gritted teeth, motioning to him how he's basically entrapping me in between the counter and himself.

He looks at me for a second as if to provoke me more, finally stepping away when I sigh.

I scoff, rolling my eyes and extend my arm to grab another cup apart from the one I already had.

I give him another nasty look, before filling both cups up and finally leaving his vicinity.

"Don't spill it on anyone." He says, mocking tone clear as day.

I turn again, fighting the urge to throw the precious orange juice into his annoying face before sighing and walking away.

"Hope he chokes on his water." I mutter, finally putting the two cups down on the table, in front of Lina.

"What was that back there? Another one of your tantrums?"

"No, his tantrum after he couldn't grab another cup, other than the one my hand was already on."

She chuckles, and I send her a slight glare, trying to delve back into my essay.

I was maybe halfway through already, having to hand it in next week. I might have procrastinated a little, but one thing about me was that I'll always get it done on time. No matter what.

Though, as I keep reading the word vomit I had written, I feel a wave of annoyance flow through me. I grunt, putting my face flat on the table.

Two more years, then I could finally do my specialization. Two more years.

"What's gotten into her?" I hear, recognizing Luis' voice. Then I hear a shift of the chair across from me as he sits down with- probably a tray of food.

"Essay." I hear Lina mumble, a hum coming from Luis in acknowledgment.

"Are you still not done with that essay? You got it assigned like three weeks ago." He says in a nagging tone.

I groan, remembering that I said that I wouldn't procrastinate this school year. Past me definitely hated the present me, and for sure hated future me even more if I kept this up.

I raise my head, huffing before sitting up straight. I blink a couple times to clear my vision and start to vigorously type again.

"Have you guys seen the final edit for tomorrow's match?" Luis says, covering his full mouth with his hand.

"No, who approved it?" I ask confused, glancing at the both of them and returning my gaze to my screen.

"Valeria did." He says. I look at him for a moment, scrunching my eyebrows together.

"Not surprised." I mutter, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Speaking of the devil." Lina says, and my eyes immediately dart around the room to find the devil in question.

She's staring right at our table, making a beeline towards us as the clicks of her heels get louder and louder.

Please don't sit here.

She gives us a painfully fake smile, swinging the iPad in her hand back and forth.

"Have you guys seen the edit I approved?"

Not even a hello?

"No, we haven't." Lina answers, and I stare at Valeria as she unfortunately sits across from me.

She chuckles, practically shoving the IPad in our faces, showing off the edit.

"It's perfect, isn't it?" She chuckles again, and I fight the urge to cover my ears instead of hearing her ear deafening, high-pitched laughter.

"It's alright." I say, giving her a smile. My opinion really didn't matter to her anyway, the least I could do was pretend to like it.

She nods, suddenly looking directly at me, glancing down at my laptop.

"Still working on school? Can't even think of how someone like you can balance it with this busy job." She says, smile pulling at her lips.

I raise my brows, looking at Lina and Luis for confirmation of what I had just heard her say.

They give me the same 'what the fuck' look, and I look back at Valeria, giving her a fake smile.

"I'm sure you couldn't think of it, Valeria." I say, keeping my retort minimal, I had to keep it professional, unlike her.

She looks at me, no words are exchanged further as an almost minute long silence follows.

She finally decides to leave after, sending both Luis and Lina a wave, doing her best to ignore me further.

"She's so weird. Always on my ass about something." I mutter, starting to type again.

"Don't think she's gotten over the fact that you were chosen to travel with the team this season." Lina says, patting my shoulder.

"Well, too bad for her. Like I've got time for her petty conversations."

If I was being honest; I couldn't stand being within five meters of her. And with the amount of meetings we had together, made life a little more difficult than I would've liked.

"Besides, you're coming with me. Why isn't she on your ass as well?" I ask Luis, seeing him shrug.

"Because I'm handsome?" He smirks, starting to flex his arms.

"She's annoying, but she doesn't have a vision problem." I hear Lina say, the both of us bursting out in laughter. Luis looking at us with the most defeated look ever, making us laugh even louder.

"Okay, alright, sorry. You're very handsome, we're just having a little fun. I promise." I say patting his hand, holding back more laughter as I dab away moisture from my eyes.

I finish typing my current chapter after calming down, observing the text, and double saving the document before turning my laptop off. I look around for a second, seeing the players and staff chat and laugh together. The buzzing of my phone redirecting my attention back to our table.

"y/n- your phone." Lina says, grabbing it to hand it to me.

I grab it after thanking her, reading the caller ID.

"Oh, it's my dad." I mutter. "I'll be back in a minute." I say, standing up to walk out of the cafeteria. I look around for a moment, then slide my finger to the right to pick up the call.

"Dad?"

"y/n, how's work going?" He says, the sound of a paper shredder in the background almost sabotaging my understanding of his sentence.

"Good, we're having lunch. How about you?" I reply, leaning against the wall.

"Same old. I called to tell you- I'm not having dinner at home tonight. Ask Carmen to make something you want to eat."

I hold back a sigh, closing my eyes in annoyance. He'd been working a lot since I was little, day and night. It had paid off very well. We had a big house and a beautiful backyard. He owned a law firm, in a nice area of the city and had a lot of clients.

His firm was also the legal representative of the club, being very close with President Pérez and manager Ancelotti themselves and other higher ups.

Of course, I was still thankful, I never had to worry about necessities like food and clothes, they were always provided for me on a silver spoon.

"Alright dad. See you tonight, love you."

I hang up, shoving my phone into my back pocket, and walk back into the cafeteria.

"I'm going back to the office." I tell Lina and Luis, them looking up at me in concern.

"Why? Did something happen?" Luis asks, fixing his dark, curly hair.

"No, I just want to make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow." I force a smile, trying to cover up the fact that my mood was definitely ruined after that phone call.

I grab my laptop, holding it in between my arm and chest as I start making my way out of the cafeteria.

Not before I'm stopped by someone calling out to me.

"y/n!" I hear, looking up and seeing Vini call me over, Rodrygo and sadly, Jude standing next to him.

How did this communication even work?

I raise a brow, walking over to them.

"What's with that face? Trouble with your boyfriend?" Vini says in Spanish, greeting me with a hug.

"It's nothing like that! It was just my dad." I deny, laughing at him. My smile totally disappearing from my face when I make accidental eye contact with an irritated looking Jude next to Vini.

"Right, how's your dad? He hasn't been around lately." Rodrygo asks, greeting me as well.

"Busy- you know how he is..." I reply, swatting my hand. "I'll try to convince him to visit." I smile.

"Will you be coming with us to tomorrow's match?" Vini asks.

"Oh yeah, I'll be joining you on all the matches this season. You guys got lucky this time." I joke, giving him a little wink.

The two Brazilian men laugh, Vini patting my shoulder as I excuse myself to go up.

I twist the key in the door lock, opening the front door to my house. The smell of spices and sauces filling up my nostrils. I scramble to take my shoes off, throwing my bag onto the floor and making a beeline to the kitchen area.

"Aunty Carmen!" I exclaim, hugging her tightly.

"Oh my girl!" She coos, squeezing me even tighter.

"I missed you so much." I say, planting a kiss on her soft cheek, letting go of her.

"Me too. Come on, get cleaned up and we'll have dinner." She says warmly, going back to stirring the food.

Aunty Carmen was the lady who had been cooking for me and my dad since I was a child. Her food was finger-licking good, and I don't think I could ever survive without it.

She'd partially raised me, alongside my biological aunt, whom I lived in the UK with for a couple of years.

I had begged my dad to not send me to a boarding school, so he'd decided to send me off to live with my aunt, and made me attend an international school instead. A place, consisting of cultures and languages I always craved to be surrounded with becoming my second home.

"When is your dad coming?"

"Oh no, my dad isn't coming for dinner." I explain, pulling out two spoons and two forks out of the cabinet and walking over to the dinner table.

"He wasn't home last time either, why?"

"Too busy. You know how he is." I mumble, filling her glass with water.

"I'm sorry, my girl."

"It's fine- I'm used to it by now. You're here tonight at least." I beam, starting to dig into the food.

"Aunty, you never disappoint!" I exclaim, shoving another spoonful of food into my mouth.

"Slow down! It's not going to run away from you." She fusses, taking a bite of the food herself.

A comfortable silence falls in between us, the sound of our utensils clattering against the plates and bowls accompanied by the occasional comment about the taste of the food.

I join her in cleaning up the table, placing the rinsed dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and putting the leftovers into the fridge.

"If you look closely, you can see the food I made for the rest of the week. Make sure you close the lids well, so it can stay fresh." She says, drying her wet hands on a kitchen towel.

"Thank you." I say, giving her another hug.

"Oh, you're leaving already?" I ask, watching her grab her handbag. It was a pretty brown bag, a birthday present from me a couple years ago.

"I do sweetie. Take care of yourself." She says, pulling me into a hug.

"-and lock your doors, don't open them for anyone."

"You know I'm not a child anymore. I'm twenty already! Besides, we have security cameras everywhere." I complain, folding my arms up to my chest.

"You've grown up too fast." She says, pinching the fat of my cheek, making me whine at the pain.

I sigh, a little sad as she opens the front door and walks out. I wave one more time, closing the door behind her and locking it as she had instructed.

My dad had keys to get in when I went to bed anyway.

I decide to get ready for bed, turning on the now full dishwasher, and going up to my room. Hoping everything will go smoothly as planned tomorrow.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude x reader #jude bellingham imagine #real madrid fc #jude bellingham fanfic #footballer x reader #football imagines #football fanfic #football imagine #bellingham x reader #real madrid

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theunaestheticstudyblr · 10 months

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How I prep for a new semester at uni:

I make a new time block sheet. I put all my classes in, then my commute time. From there I plan study hours, when I need to wake up to not feel rushed, work hours, etc. This plan helps to keep me from getting too overwhelmed and let me feel like I have everything under control.

I do my school shopping on prime day or after the back to school rush. You'll find those nice multi subject notebooks on sale for cheap and fun stationary and backpacks a lot cheaper like this!

I try to get a head start in classes. If I know we're reading a book or something I'll start a couple weeks before school starts. I try to take notes on as many chapters/subjects as I can and all that. This not only helps me get ahead, but it also helps me for when I inevitably fall behind.

I get all the routine maintenance done on my car. I drive over an hour to get to classes so this is very important. Oil change, tire rotation, balance, filters, etc. I save up my summer tips to get all this done.

I stock up on easy and fast foods. Instant noodles, granola bars, frozen meals, etc. Between working a lot and doing classes I don't have the energy to cook and do dishes so this saves me.

I give myself little reasons to get excited. The teacher or the campus or a friend. Whatever it may be. I HAVE to have a reason to drive that long to attend a class for an hour and come back and not get stressed.

I make a food budget. It's so easy to spend $150 a week on snacks and treats and coffees and such. So I have to set a budget and a plan for myself so I can actually pay my rent haha

I plan my walks to classes on campus. Where I'll park, how much time I have between classes, how to get there, etc.

If I have late classes, I make sure that I can call someone after every class as I walk to my car to make sure I'm safe.

Plan little treats and rewards. If I realize there's a week that's going to be super hard on me, I'll plan a little early morning walk or something special I don't do often after as a reward.

I try to be more positive to myself the closer the semester comes. I have to be proud of me and my work. I have to be confident in my abilities. So I have to have that mindset. Which is super hard as someone with severe anxiety and depression and who has been conditioned growing up to be quiet and a background character essentially. But I AM good. I AM smart. I can ace these classes. I deserve to be here and I deserve good things.

I triple check with my job to make sure they have my updated availability and will give me the flexibility I require due to my classes.

Overall, I just get my shit together once again and try and get myself excited. I have the opportunity to study at a university and that in itself is absolutely amazing and something I don't take for granted.

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teaboot · 5 months

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Your post about art vs content got me thinking about the differences between the two. To me there is no difference besides the mindsets. One is of creator and the enjoyer, the other is content and consumer it removes the personhood, the joy/emotion, from the equation. Like a writer or video creator may not see their work as art so content creator maybe a way to refer to themselves comfortably but it sounds so machine, emotionless and lifeless, like a cookie cutter recipe mass producing something verses people lovingly crafting something...then again Disney uses a cookie cutter recipe for the most part and it brings out bangers cause people lovingly make it their own so maybe I'm thinking too hard on this

Does my long-winded rant make sense?

see, I get what you mean, but I still feel like the willingness to entertain calling art of any kind "content" reduces it to the facet of consumption where in reality, the experience of consuming art is not the sole defining trait of it.

Reducing arts like music, writing, painting, dance, voice acting, theater, etc. to the role of "content"- a thing created to be consumed, measured and valued by how pleasant or easy it is to digest- I feel that it was our biggest red flag to herald the incoming tide of AI "art".

Because if art is "content", if arts are nothing but consumable matter, then obviously the key to success is to produce as much soft, tasty, edible paste as we possibly can at the lowest possible expense.

It's the same issue I have with "meal replacements", diet culture, nutrient slurries, twenty-step skincare routines, 24/7 body padding and shapewear and laxative teas and "grind culture". It's not a cause, but a symptom, of the disease that is late-stage capitalism.

Things must be produced at low cost and remain in high demand forever. Things must be perfect and palatable and the new hit trend forever. People must pay hand over fist to consume without asking anything in return, and if they start dropping like flies at the unending unrewarded thankless demand of it all, then that must be treated as a weakness. We should all take pride in how much we can spend, pay, give, produce, and think as little as possible about what we ask for ourselves.

So, who cares if, of two identical paintings, one was made by a person and one was made by a computer program? It's the same work, so what does it matter? What does it matter?

I am an artist. I make art. I ask a question, make a statement, declare something horrific or challenging or upsetting or wrong or grotesque, and when you respond, we are together experiencing a conversation. We are existing, two people living one life and reaching out and touching across time and space. No matter the work, you're at the barest minimum saying, "I'm alive, and you're alive, and at one time or another we shared this same world, and at the end of the day we aren't too terribly different. My heart is worth sharing, and your heart is worth the struggle of understanding."

An AI-generated piece, a computer-generated voice, a CGI puppet of someone long since dead and gone, they cannot speak. They have no voice. Ay best, they are the most chewable, consumable, landlord-beige common denominator possible that you can sit and listen to like the lone survivor of a shipwreck listening to the same three songs on a broken record, and at worst, they're the uncaring vomit of an empty, unloving, value-addled hack wearing the skin of someone I know over their own.

When you abandon art to say that you make content, that should not be a point of pride. That's an embarrassment. That's not sitting down for an intelligent discussion with an equal, that's kneeling at the feet of the crowd and saying, "what do you want to see me do? I can be anyone you've ever loved. I can be them, I can be anyone, as long as you love me."

I can make content. I can be consumed. What do you want to consume? I'll make myself consumable. I'll make myself just like anything you like. And I'll make so much of it that you'll never have to go anywhere else, because it'll all be right here, and under all the cut-and-paste schlock you've seen before I will sit alone in the dark and the silence and I will know that I am safe, because I am valued, because I am desired, and I need to be desired or else I am worthless like a factory that no longer churns out steel or a hen that no longer lays eggs or a cow that is too old to make milk.

Content, the most literal meaning, is something which is contained inside a container. What it is doesn't really matter, and the best it can hope to be is something worthy of being scooped out and used.

Art is an experience that transcends value. Art is something you can eat without paying for. You can make it out of anything and anyone can do it. It can be crude and vulgar and bad, and that's a strength because it means something. It always, always means something, and it doesn't matter if you like it or not. It's not content because it doesn't fill anything. It's a living, breathing thing, and whether you want to birth it or eat it, then you're going to have to be willing to put the fucking work in

#I want to apologize but I'm not going to #This is important to me #I do not want to create content #I do not want to be universally loved #I do not want my existence to revolve around being used #I'm not a machine I'm a person and I'll do what makes me happy #Even if that isn't good or useful #I don't want to be pretty I want to be alive #Don't look at me #I'm breathing #I'm screaming #I'm ugly and sharp and painful to hold #And that is not a bad thing #To come back to

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emersonfreepress · 17 days

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help i'm alive

So! Long time, no see. 2023 was a whole goddamn lot lol

I don't have a demo update to share yet, but that's because I had to scrap nearly everything I managed to write during a very, very, very bad stint of writer's block last year. I hadn't even realized it had been a block like that until I went over my work so far last month and realized it was bad -- like, trust me; a slog to read that didn't even sound like me. It's been extremely frustrating but I've finally broken free of that and it's been easy and actually fun to write again for the first time in actual years. I just hate giving updates that have no actual news in them. And I really had nothing to share other than: I deleted thousands of words and feel so much better now 😅

Anyway, little about my demo plans have changed: I'm still putting out the Chapter 3 demos in Choicescript/on Dashingdon and then will be going dark to move things over to Twine. Where I am in the process right now is... feeling like 35% done with the overhauled version of this chapter and 50% done for the next demo update.

As far as asks, I'm... not really sure what to do?? I believe I've read them all (I love you guys), but so much time has passed since getting most of them that I'm not sure if it's, like... still pertinent??? To go back and answer them?? I suppose some of them like character asks could be, but all the nice messages of support -- that feels weird since I've practically ghosted this blog since August! Idk. Y'all tell me what to do with 'em and I'll do it. Maybe I should make a poll.

Uh... that's really all there is to say regarding the game! I've added some personal stuff after the cut, but if you're done here: Thanks for reading and sticking around. It means the world, for real.

So what has occupied my time all this time? Doctor, therapy, money, and friends. And improv! But especially the first two. There was a lot of non-writing related stuff fucking up my ability to focus and write, so hopefully with my mind and body both feeling a lot better, I can get back to being present and active with the game. I didn't realize how physically unwell I was until last year and it's been like... life-long issues I've been treating. It turns out it's not normal to feel exhausted enough to sleep at any given time, at all times, for your whole life! wow!!

I also uninstalled Tumblr from my phone back in February, so you could say I'm sort of generally focused on offline life. (And what an interesting coincidence that my writer's block dissipated shortly after that...) I also just moved!! The last two weekends have been so expensive and stressful -_- But I can't even compare the old place to the new. We're basically paying the same price for idek how much more space. The cats are so happy; which means the house humans get to be happy.

My schedule is finally freed up from constant medical shit (there was a 3-month stretch this winter with multiple doctor appointments literally every fucking week 🙃🙃🙃). My mental health is doing a lot better -- literally incomparably better compared to where I was this time last year. There's live comedy now (which I dabble in, to be clear lol), but I've finally found myself able to like... balance it all. The physical and creative energy that goes into it all, anyway. The lovely thing about improv is that you kinda just show up and do your thing -- it doesn't cut into my writing time so much as it costs energy. Unless I end up in this comedy debate show thing next month, which I am very excited to give up writing time for

So like... Life is life-ing and I'm just vibing. Or something? I'll be around.

Thank you all again so much for your interest, support, patience, and readership <3

#oh and if anyone knows where i can stream mob wives uncensored without paying any extra money i'd love you forever lol #that is unimportant- unless y'all find it important that i have access to all of my most influential pieces of media at all times IJSAYING!#jk jk ofc <3 thank you for reading #conspiracy in emerson #if cie #progress #cie ch 3

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merotwst · 1 year

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EVEN WHEN THE LEARNING'S DONE AND NOTHING'S NEW !

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· scenario drabbles

⇝moments that happened in your married life.

[ n: a little something to get myself out of a writers block. not proofread and not very confident of my writing bcs ahaha i havent written in a hot minute + no motivation. this took me almost a week to finish but i still hope u guys enjoy ! ilyyyy ]

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- - - → tw. children (does that count as a tw?????? idk man kids jumpscare in kalim's part)

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riddle rosehearts ‹ heartslabyul ›

it wasn't rare for riddle to be working so late. he was a busy man and lived up to his parents' legacy of being the best of the best. you were aware of this when you said yes to his proposal to spend a life with him forever but as his spouse, it pains you to see him overwork himself sometimes. it wasn't the first time you woke from your quiet slumber at 2 in the morning to an empty space beside you. your feet padded across the cold marble floor through the hallway adorned with photographs gilded in gold of you and him that have been taken over the years. a soft knock at the mahogany doors to his study and a quiet response from the other side permitting you to come in. the tea on the tray you carried made riddle sigh with relief, the tension in his body seemingly fading away. he had a soft smile on his face as he brought the teacup to his lips.

“come to bed, riddle. it's so late.” you urge him gently as you made yourself comfortable on one of the chair on the other side of his desk.

he gave you weary look, “i'm not sure i can yet, my love. there's still so much work to do.”

you let out a soft sigh, “i figured as much.” you whispered, standing up and walking around the desk to give him a soft kiss on the lips, “i'll be heading back to sleep then.” you inform him and quietly made your way back to the room.

it wasn't rare for riddle to be working so late. he was a busy man who lived up to his parents' legacy of being the best of the best. it was rare, however, for him to softly close the bedroom door behind him leaving his study and his paperwork unfinished to slip under the covers and wrap his arms around your form.

“what made you change your mind?” you asked, a loving hand on his cheek.

“you did,” he said with a sheepish smile on his face, “you always do.”

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leona kingscholar ‹ savanaclaw ›

when you choose to accept a prince's request for your hand hand marriage, you're not only accepting him as a person, you're also accepting the responsibility that comes with becoming royalty. since the day you and leona exchanged your vows, for better or for worse and till death do you part, the title of royal has been embedded onto your name and cemented into sunset savannah's history for all eternity. what you do and say will be seen, heard and talked about by the public. it's your duty to be present, not just for your husband the royal family, but for yourself as well.

so you do your part. you attend the balls, you speak out on important issues that need attention. you smile, you wave, conversing with other country's political leaders and powerful people. you learn to adapt and navigate through the life of a royalty one step at a time. you were doing your best but sometimes it felt like it wasn't enough. and that's when he comes in to yank an ipad out of your hands and snap you out of your trance. he says dwelling on ridiculous articles and getting yourself all affected negatively by it doesn't do anyone any good. that's when he wipes the frustrated hot tears from your cheeks as he sits beside you on the bed, a softer tone now etched in his tone when he spoke, “i know it isn't easy.”

you sniffle in response, your voice shaky as you spoke in uneven breaths, “i'm trying so hard,” a sob, “why does it always feel like i'm always running short? why am i sometimes being treated like i don't know what's happening?”

leona's tail flicks, “did the articles tell you that? or was it the servants whispering in the halls? the people in the ballrooms?” he places a hand on your chin and gently makes you look at him, “listen, i don't know what you overheard or read—but the fact that you undermine your own achievements for the validation of other people is annoying the shit out of me.”

his eyes bore into you as his hands squeezed yours, “you're not royalty from birth, but the amount of things you were willing to change—willing to do just so you can be with me still constantly leaves me in awe. the politics, the royal etiquette and other pointless bullshit takes years to master. you're almost halfway through the progress bar despite being so new to it all.” leona places his forehead against yours, “even if the whole world is against you, i'll be by your side. i've never been more proud to have you as my partner. fuck everyone else.”

when you choose to accept a prince's request for your hand hand marriage, you're not only accepting him as a person, you're also accepting the responsibility that comes with becoming royalty. since the day you and leona exchanged your vows, for better or for worse. you've done all of this just for him. you would keep doing it just for him because know he'd kidnap every star in he sky if you asked him to. you can cry, you can scream, you can be angry—but he's always there and always will be and till death do you part.

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in the entire time. and with a raspy voice and a genuine smile, you whisper back.

“fuck everyone else.”

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azul ashengrotto ‹ octavinelle ›

homesickness is something you've dealt with the first time you were practically punted over to this twisted world you now reside in. but over time, you realize that this world was always more comfortable for you. it became home whenever you were in the arms of your lover. you found comfort in azul's arms so gentle and tender around you—as if you were the rarest and most fragile seashell he picked up from the depths of his home in the sea. eventually, you stopped thinking of the life you've left behind. you were happy here and that's what mattered.

likewise, he found his home in your arms around his neck in a warm embrace like the first rays of the sun just as the winter season was coming to an end. but unlike you, azul had access to his home. he just never had much opportunity to come back to visit. his life with you on land was what you both collectively decided on. a house near the beach, but nowhere near where his home is at. just enough to breathe in the salt air and the cool embrace of the ocean breeze on his skin. and on more than one occasion, you've seen him let the waves wash over his feet after he'd come back from work. his shoes in his hands as he mindlessly watched the sun set over the horizon.

“a penny for your thoughts?” your hand subconsciously finding its way to his, fingers interlocking together and fitting together perfectly.

“just thinking of the coral sea.”

“i've told you last time we should go to visit again.”

azul let out a sigh and you knew why he didn't like going back to the coral sea—to several memories of his past littered across every corner of the place. he looked at you wearily, the dimming orange beams of the sun coated his face with a lovely hue that made him look almost ethereal and melancholic.

“it's hard going back there sometimes,” he admitted, his head hung, “it took a lot for me to take you back there... to show you everything i've been running away from.”

“and i love every part of it. every part of you, azul.”

you squeeze his hand gently, “it's never always sunshine and calm seas. and i'm always here to embrace you when storms come.”

homesickness is something azul's never really dealt with in the years he's been away from sea. he was happy to be out of there and start anew—but he didn't have a home. no, he was always relying on himself. but over time, he realized that this world was always more comfortable with you. it became home whenever he was your arms, his lover. you were his new home. and no matter where he would end up, he always finds himself running home to you.

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kalim al-asim ‹ scarabia ›

“baba's here!” was exclaimed by an energetic boy popping out from the blanket fort you all built together. giggles bounced around the walls as little pairs of feet padded along the floor. the children both ran to their father, the younger one trying her best not to trip and fall on her way there. kalim, who was still in conversation with jamil as he entered the room, had been cut off by the squeals and giggles of the children running to his embrace.

“ya malayiki! 'abi saeid jidana liruyatik maratan 'ukhraa!” (oh, my angels! dad's so happy to see you again!) your husband exclaimed excitedly, wasting no time kneeling to catch their warm embraces in full, “have you two been good?” he asked, lifting your daughter up in his arms earning an excited giggle from her and taking your son's hand in his free one before standing back up, “naeam ya 'baba!” (yes daddy!), your little girl giggled excitedly, “we built a house!” she squealed, pointing at the blanket fort. it was quite a big fort filled with small fairy lights and plenty of pillows and maybe a few snacks littered here and there from their 'construction break'. you three had spent hours making ‘the biggest house for baba’ for when he would get back and the kids are evidently very proud of the outcome of their hard work.

“(maman/baba etc.) said we could sleep here tonight!” the little boy chimed in, shaking his dad's hand to catch his attention. kalim could only grin widely at this, “well,” he started, “since you both worked so hard building the house, i say we all sleep here tonight!” the gasps from the kids and the happy cheers that followed indicated the joy they felt. he's always been a natural with them and you always adored him with children. it's just that he can get quite busy sometimes, which even he has told you about how saddened he is whenever he's apart from his family. and so whenever he has time, you can be sure every second is devoted to you and the kids. his whole heart is with you, after all. always has been since the moment he laid eyes on you all those years ago.

“alright kids,” he said, placing a kiss on your daughter's cheek and squeezing your son's hand gently, “jamil will take you to get you cleaned and ready for bed, okay?” they both grinned in response, “okay!” the kids said simultaneously.

“kalim.” jamil gave a disapproving look, “how many times must i tell you that this is the nanny's job and not mine.” he said in an annoyed tone while simultaneously taking the little girl in his arms and holding onto the boy's hand. this is when you come in from behind, wrapping your arms around your husband's waist, “aw, but they like you, jamil. don't you, kids?”

“i love uncle jamil!” the younger one giggled, “he's one of the funny grown ups.”

jamil let out a defeated sigh, “come on, children. let's get you both cleaned up.” he said, softly shaking his head and if you looked close enough you could see the soft smile on his lips as they walked away.

as soon as the silly questions of, ‘when will you get married’ and ‘can i pet your parrot, uncle?’ faded off into the distance, kalim wasted no time peppering every inch of your face in kisses and tackling you to the blanket fort as both of you giggled and laughed like middle schoolers rolling over the soft silky fabric under your skin. safe to say no matter how old you get, the love you and your husband share will forever remain the same as when it first blossomed from years ago.

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vil schoenheit ‹ pomefiore ›

vil liked to keep things organized. he liked to keep a schedule he strictly follows like the skincare routine every night or the color patterns of what fashions he'd decide to wear that day. it's the same as when you were both courting. he had a routine to follow whenever you would see each other on a date. flowers, then he'd check if you dressed right, take you out and give you the best night of your life.

and you know how people say ‘change is good’? well, there are also some things that stay the same over the years. and that was good for you, too. like how he'd book the best restaurant in the city or take you out for a romantic cruise on your wedding anniversary. those nights were always perfect. and at the end of those nights is the same as well. paparazzi flashing their cameras at your face asking the most ridiculous questions. people getting in your business. that was the down side of your relationship with vil, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. you knew what you were getting into the day you married him.

but oh sevens. when will they give you a break? it's your wedding anniversary with vil again tonight and he had a whole evening planned out for you. but there was a swarm of paparazzi outside the penthouse you were staying in. your husband had an upcoming movie and that had everyone abuzz and trying to get some statements out of him. there were so many to the point where you both had to go back inside because you could see the camera flashes with your eyes closed. well, you could. vil was used to it. but he wasn't about to force you to run out there with him again. your perfect night hasn't started yet and you already looked exhausted from that temporary encounter. vil silently cursed them for that.

after maybe 30 minutes of waiting for them to leave and with no luck of it ever happening, the blonde stood up from his spot on the couch, “that's it,” he spoke with a tone of finality in his voice, “get changed, darling. we're leaving.”

the confusion was evident in your face and it only made sense when vil came out wearing a hoodie, jeans and mask over his face. he hated wearing such common looking clothes, but sometimes situations call for it. and for you, frankly, he would do almost anything.

vil liked to keep things organized. he liked to keep a schedule he strictly follows like the skincare routine every night or the color patterns of what fashions he'd decide to wear that day. he absolutely hated when his plans wouldn't pull through but sometimes he finds serendipity in even the most dreary situations with you. you could spend your anniversary on a special yacht with the best waiters serving you first class meals and a candlelit dinner or just in a parking lot inside your car with cheap wine that you both agreed tasted awful but kept drinking anyway and at the end of the day, everything still works out. as long as you're by his side, he can learn to be contented even with all the disorganization of ruined plans as long as he's laughing to trashy radio podcasts and temporarily (today's a special exception, he says) ruining his diet for you.

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idia shroud ‹ ignihyde ›

your husband, your favorite person, best friend, the only one you love enough to spend the rest of your life with... can sometimes be a little irritating. you know idia better than most people around you. he wasn't exactly the easiest person to get to know because of his very reserved personality but he is one of the smartest and funniest people you know. and you'd hoped that since he is one of the smartest people you know and you're actually married to him, he'd lend a hand when you're trying to do a little bit of spring cleaning to at least make the house look like it's a habitable place and not just a reserve for an endless supply of red bull and monster energy drinks. though the house wasn't necessarily ‘messy’, but it always seemed pretty empty and lacking a bit of life to it. so you thought of doing a bit of rearranging, putting up new decorations and replacing a couple furnitures which you both had bought and majority picked out by him.

this has been the third time you'd checked in his office and your patience was growing thin. you watched him from the doorway as he typed away some sort of code in his computer which was the only light source in the room. you crossed your arms as you called out his name, “idia shroud.” before flicking the light switch on making him hiss at the sudden brightness. he flinched upon seeing you. uh-oh. you used his full name, this can't be good.

“i've been calling you down to help me assemble the table. i'm not good at building things!”

“and i told you i'd be there in a bit. i'm just finishing things up around here.”

“idia.”

“okay! fine. jeez you don't have to threaten me.” he threw his hands up in the air in defeat as he stood up from his chair, “you're lucky i love you.”

you cocked a brow at this comment, arms still crossed across your chest and he rolled his eyes, “fine. other way around, i know. i'm lucky you love me.” he sighed but this time with a smile on his face as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead, “now where is that table you need me to build?”

your husband, your favorite person, best friend, the only one you love enough to spend the rest of your life with... can sometimes be a little irritating. but you know idia better than most people around you. and he sometimes would seem detached and spends most of his time in his own company in front of his computer, he truly cares about you and your happiness. the amount of love he shows through the things he does, even the most menial of tasks like bearing the new, less darker curtain colors that you wanted to put up on the windows or stopping whatever new project he was trying to develop to help you move the new couches around the house. he would never do this for anyone else. and as you both sit under the kitchen counter, a bag of open chips on the floor and soda in your hands looking over at the new house makeover you both spent all day working on, you smiled.

“i'm lucky you love me.” you said, taking a sip of your soda and putting your head on his shoulder. he let out a short, breathy laugh before placing a soft kiss on your temple, “wanna go play mario kart and ruin our newly bought couch with chip crumbs?”

“sure.” you said, slowly standing up. you took a few seconds to stare at each other before you started sprinting to the couch, “last one to get there is in charge of cleaning it up!”

“hey, no fair!”

“nothing's fair in mario kart, babe!”

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malleus draconia ‹ diasomnia ›

and speaking of painting, he'd snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the metal part of he paintbrush clinked on the glass of the jar as the painter dipped the brush into the water. he gave you a glance where you were sat, looking straight at the back of the canvas as if trying to bore a hole onto the painting focusing on keeping your face straight and expressionless as instructed. it was traditional for briar valley's royalty to have their portraits painted whenever there was an addition to the family. and this case, the new addition was you when you both married. and now as he sat beside you, stealing glances he was sure you noticed by the way your lips twitched, he couldnt help but think of how the morning sun's rays seeping into the room that bathed your skin with the soft golden glow of the 10:00 am sun. it made you look absolutely beautiful. well, you always looked beautiful in his eyes. it's why—

someone cleared their throat.

“your highness,” the painter called out to him, “eyes front, if you please.”

he quickly straightened himself, “my apologies.” he hastily responded. he could hear you suck in a breath beside him, probably trying to contain the giggle that was trying to escape your throat.

another 20 minutes of silence passes. just the soft brushing of the paintbrush against the canvas and the occasional clink of the glass could be heard. he couldn't help but steal a glance at you again but to his surprise, you had your eyes on him as well. upon seeing his gaze shift to your figure, you immediately played it cool pretending you weren't looking but the way the smile threatened to break your facade betrayed you. malleus couldn't help the corner of mouth from twitching.

you did your little inhale again to try to compose yourself but uncharacteristically for him, he found that quite humorous abd had to clear his throat to keep him from letting out a laugh.

now that made you break out a smile and clear your own throat to try and stop yourself from bursting into full blown laughter.

you heard the irritation of the painter in the way he placed his paintbrush down. he stood up and gave you and malleus a sharp look before speaking in a very annoyed voice, “i shall go and have a drink delivered to both highnesses as to aid you both in the supposed strains on your throats.”

he made his way to the door, grumbling to himself about how ‘undignified’ or how ‘not taken seriously’ the situation was.

there was a moment of silence before you and malleus burst into a fit of bubbly laughter. his laughs were in his chest escaping in low vibrations while yours were loud and sharp simply to show how hilarious you found the situation to be. with how glorious both your attires were for the portraits looking like the epitome of royalty, the way you were both giggling like teenagers simply threw all the gloriousness out the window.

you once told your husband that one of your most favorite things about him is his smile and the way it so gently breaks out around you. his booming laughter that follows as you eat dinner at the big, lonely castle that was once the place he walked around alone that now feels more alive after he'd married you. even the most boring events in his life that once he would have been forced to accept in all its blandness would be splashed with the most vibrant colors whenever you were in the picture. his life, his love, his pride and joy—you. now that he's seen colors he never would've imagined to be possible to exist in all its dazzling beauty, he can never go back to the dreary shade of gray that hazed over his life. you were his freedom, and he would be ready fight the world to hear your laughter by his side till death do you part.

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the---hermit · 4 days

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I have not kept it a secret that this semester commuting has been really rough on me. By the time I get home in the middle of the afternoon even if I only had to sit in a hour and a half lecture I feel like an overcooked noodle. And the mornings aren't any easier, my anxiety has been spiking a lot lately, and that messes me up completly, and it's particularly hard on my stomach. Let's just say it's a very demanding period of my life both physically and emotionally and I have been doing my best to get through it with ups and downs, but most importantly by trying to properly take care of myself. I decided to compile a list of small things that have been helping me, both for future reference as well as for people who might be dealing with similar issues.

Prep everything I can the night before. I don't leave the house until more or less mid morning since my class is on lunch time more or less (and this will come up again), so I do have time to do stuff in the morning, but if I have already put everything I need in my backpack, picked an outfit for the day and checked that I have my bus ticket the night before I can have a much calmer morning. Having a calm morning is fundamental for me on any day, so especially when I have a stressful and energy demanding day ahead I want to make sure I don't have to rush, and here is my second point.

Try to have a morning as calm as possible before I have to leave. I am a morning person so I wake up quite early which means I have plenty of time to take it easy. And this means drink my tea as I read my book, prep the last few things I need, like my waterbottle, eat (on which I'll have a later point). Overall my morning before leaving needs to be slow and mostly made of things for myself so again my precious reading time, listening tocmusic as I get ready to get in a better mood and so on.

Taking my meds regularly. It's the logical thing to do, if I am in a period in which my anxiety is worse than usual the number one goal is to be consistent with meds, they are there to help me even if sometimes I forget that.

Finding ways to enjoy food when anxiety fucks up my stomach. What happens is that as soon as I have an anxiety spike for some reason I get very nauseous, which is terribly by itself and it gets worse when it makes me struggle to enjoy my food. But I found a couple of ways to work around that in the past few weeks. Eating when I am away from home is much worse so what I do is embrace the little hobbit in me and have more meals when I am at home, and just bring some snacks on the road if I need them. That means I have two breakfasts before I have to leave the house, the last being a bit more filling. And then when I get home no matter how tired I am or what time it is I cook something for myself, something simple, but I take the time to make something good that fills me up and makes me happy. Because having a full stomach does improve your mood belove me. When I am on the road I bring some lighter snacks that can help me if I feel like I need to have something but that will also work well if I have a spike in anxiety and correlated nausea. I usually eat some homemade bread while I walk from the bus stop to my uni, and then snack on some nuts while I wait for the lecture. And I always have an emergency sweet treat in my backpack because that is something that I actually do on a regular basis. This thing has been working very well, I have had less problems with my stomach acting up, and I am definitely getting all the nutrients I need during the day, just at times that are a bit different from my normal routine.

Bring tea with me. It's something I never did before but it's becoming the one thing I won't give up. I either make a green tea or an herbal tea that I drink before the lecture, and it's been so good for me both physically and mentally. It's been super cold so the warm treat is really needed, but most importantly it's been very comforting and calming, so shutout to my dad for suggesting that.

Having little things to look out for during the commute. This mostly consists of me listing to podcasts, and re:dracula has been of great company in my commutes last year so it's nice it's become a bit of a tradition. It's just good for me not to associate commuting with negative things, so now I just percieve it as poscast time which makes it much much better. This also includes texing friends when I feel like I can look at the screen of my phone without getting car sick (again when anxiety messes me up I can get random car sickness), that's good to keep my mind off things and make the commute feel lighter.

Total relax when I get home. Which sometimes means lying in bed with a cup of tea and nothing more. If I have enough brain power I might read a comic, or play stupid midless games on my tablet for a bit. Honestly just things that need as little energy and brainpower as possible because by that time I do not have much energy or brainpower left, and it's okay. I normally use up a lot of energy when going out and it this period of time all tasks require I use even more energy. I can't do much about it other than accept it and do my best to tke care of myself.

#i feel like i am forgetting about somethong but these are def the main things #the goal of this weird journaling/list/idk post is to mostly write down what has been helpful for future reference #bc i know myself and i know i always struggle with commuting routines #i also haven't had enough energy to do my usual daily journals so it's a good filler #i will surely get back to my normal style posts at the end of the week #idek how to tag this kglgllf #studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #student life #journal #journaling #commuting #commuting day tips #mine #the---hermit

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yu-huuuu · 2 years

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𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥;; 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

[ 🌸 ] uchiha version

characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha; madara uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha

genre: fluff

warnings: none, fem!reader, umm mentions of the word v*gina i guess?, also mentions of menstrual pads annnd colics

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itachi uchiha

* oh boy

* itachi is a genius

*He really is

* But being a genius doesn't mean he knows what he should do with you sometimes

* Especially these days

*Fortunately, Itachi had the fortune to work with women in the past when he was in ANBU so you could say he has experience

* Are you experiencing mood swings because you don't like something? Itachi will take care of it right now, don't worry. Are you cold? “Come here my dear, I'll keep you warm until you feel better”

* He is a good cook, so he will make you something delicious for you to eat

* "Love? This is good?". "Yes, but... isn't that a lot of food?" "Not at all my love, I want you to feel good"

* Sometimes you think that he just wants to fatten you up with the large amount of food that he prepares for you

* Did you say chocolates? Do you want chocolates? Then just tell him the Brand and the flavor you want or any type of sweet you want

* Do you want ice cream?, Right now you gonna have it (it brings you ten different boats of ice cream in case you want a different flavor every day that you are in your days)

* Oh no, did the compress get cold? And the pain doesn't go away? Don't worry, he'll take care of it

"Hmm?, what are you doing Itachi?"

"Heh, don't worry love, it's just a little jutsu" said your beloved boyfriend as he put his big hand on your aching belly

"But what is it...? oh-", Just at that moment Itachi's hand began to heat up, apparently the compress would no longer be necessary ;)

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obito uchiha

*huh?

* Day of the month?

* Is today??

* Poor of you ;(

* No, but seriously, sweet boy who doesn't like to see his princess suffer ❤️

* "Hey love, I'm at the store to buy your menstrual pads, but what is the size of your vagina?"

* Innocent boy, please guide him

*He wants to help, but he doesn't know what to do

* "Does your belly hurt? What can I do?", “Can I hug you?”, “Are you sure I won't hurt you if I hug you?”

* Do you suffer from mood swings? Don't know what to do?, Don't worry!... he doesn't know what to do either :D

* Fortunately, this only happened the first time you had your period together.

* "Honey, I brought you chocolates and compresses.". “Thank you Obito”

* The boy does his best to take care of you and although he may not have known what to do the first time, he learns quickly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you!"

"... you are too good, what did I do to deserve you?"

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madara uchiha

* “So… blood is coming out of your vagina. How it feels?”

* Another guy who doesn't know what to do with you

* Being raised in a clan where only strength and power mattered, and being raised in times of war... it's not like he had time to learn anything about this.

* Fortunately, he is willing to learn how to take care of you and treat you at this time of the month

* Do you want chocolate? You got it, do you want soft blankets? Right away

* He is giving orders to the servants from left to right to treat you like a queen

* He is hardly at home, unfortunately. Well, being the leader of the clan is not an easy task and unfortunately that keeps him away from you, but that's not why he's going to neglect you.

* He was very graphic about what he would do to himself if he neglected you or worse if someone did something to you

* "I'll beat myself up if you're not okay at the end of the day because of me." "Madara, darling... that's very cruel"

* He will make sure you are well and you assure him that it was more than enough ❤️

"Are you sure that blanket is okay?"

"Yes, Madara they are comfortable"

“Are you Sure? because I can tell the servants to bring you softer ones…”

"Madara just hug me"

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sasuke uchiha

*Knows something from the talk about the male and female body due to the academy, but still...

* "My belly hurts a lot..."

* -Sasuke having a mental breakdown internally- "what am I supposed to do?"

* You are patient? God bless you because he needs you to guide him

* the poor man is confused, why are there so many menstrual pads for different occasions? And why do you use tampons?

* "Sasuke, can you buy me tampons?". “Wouldn't that be rape? Why not a night pad instead? They are more comfortable and extra large”. “…”

* Yes, no… he's not the best at this, bUT he's doing his best

* The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable

* After a full 3 hour explanation of tampons and your needs, he already knows what to do

* Oh, do you want a compress? Sure, just don't move, he doesn't want colic to attack you.

* Do you feel dirty?, he will accompany you to bathe

* Sasuke is a good boyfriend, he will take care of you and protect you, but he is still secretly afraid of tampons, he is afraid that tampons will hurt you.

"Sasuke, we've already talked about this..."

"I know."

"Tampons won't hurt me."

"I trust you, but still... I don't like the idea." calm your man's fears, please 😂

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shisui uchiha

* funny boy

* It will actually keep you happy during the day

* Had a bad time and now you're grumpy? Don't worry, he will tell you as many jokes as necessary along with lots of pampering

* “Do you feel bad, beloved? Where it hurts?"

* He buys you a lot of ice cream for you to eat

* Oh, do you want to watch your favorite movie? Now? No problem, you find the movie and Shisui will find the blankets and food

* He has some experience due to the fact that like Itachi he has had female teammates

* But that doesn't mean that he understands what your body is going through

* Even so he will do his best to treat you well

“Y/NNNN!, I brought ice cream”

"Oh my- Shisui thank you, can we watch my favorite movie again while we snuggle together?"

"Of course my love"

* In any case; I imagine that if their S/O asked them for a massage they would gladly give it to them lmao. also, i think im gonna do a part 2 with konoha boys mmm

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saucymalum · 1 year

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What's This? (Consequences of my Actions) W.S

Wilbur Soot x Gn! reader (they/them pronouns)

Warning: Angst, Enemies to lovers, mentions of past death, y/n being dumb, miscommunication.

Summary: Bro idk figure it out.

Word Count: 2.6k

I always knew he hated me. He didn’t hide it. He didn’t like that I was “Invading” his friend group. That I was getting along with them. He didn’t like me. It infuriated me how he acted like he was better than me. All I wanted was to be his friend and he didn't give me a chance. I couldn't understand how he could hate me for no reason. So I gave him a reason.

I tried to annoy him everytime I could. He didn’t want me at a party so badly he would text me to not come and I’d arrive early with baked goods. He didn’t like me tweeting about his band so much that he’d intentionally be the only member not following me? I tagged them all in every tweet. I became his hell. Did I hate him? No. But I hated that he treated me like he was better. Like I was insignificant.

To the fans, I was their biggest fan. I’d cover their newest songs on my Instagram story and take pictures in their merch. Some thought I was even dating one of them, which was almost laughable. I truly loved them all. The party's welcoming environment they created pulled me in as Wilbur stood in the corner. His dark brown eyes look almost black in this light as he watches my every move. Watching me talk to everybody while he tries to keep up the small talk and savors his beer. His eyes left a burning trail down my skin. It became a game for me, how far I could push him.

I’d try to ask him questions in conversations, simply because I knew he didn’t want to talk to me. And that's when my plans started to crumble. I liked the guy. I thought he was fucking funny. Being antagonizing was so much easier when I didn’t know him. I wanted to be the asshole's friend. I kept trying to keep up my game, but I failed every time unless it was social media. It’s easy to fake things there. So I did.

I ignored my emotions, my guilt, and the rising feeling that I refused to acknowledge. I posted pictures of myself at their concerts; I posted their songs on my story. I was a good friend, but I avoided Wilbur. And at the end of the day, it didn't matter much to him if I showed up to the parties. I saw the glares he’d given me that made me want to laugh in his face. I missed not knowing him.

I started showing up early at parties and sneaking out early. I’d avoid Will even if I felt his eyes burn me. It seemed fine until he caught on.

I sat at their EP release celebration, an hour in, and I zoned out and stared at a wall. People passed by and I sat drinking my now warm beverage. Blurs of people, laughing, smiling, dancing, pass around me. I can't believe I did this to myself.

The seat beside me dips and I look to see Phil looking expectantly at me. One eyebrow raised slightly and his blonde hair messed up a bit.

"What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?" I laugh nervously.

He sits there, giving no answer, knowing I'll break. And I do.

I spilled everything, beginning to now. Frustration pours out every word as the temperature in the room seems to rise. I don't want to be here anymore.

Phil sighs and I feel shame replacing my relief.

"Why would you do this to yourself Y/N?"

"I DIDN'T WANT THIS! I JUST WANTED THE STUPID LITTLE PRICK TO BE HUMBLED. Or at least annoyed enough to stop being a dick." my breaths shake for a second "In no universe was THIS my plan. "

I fall into the back of the couch. "What do I do?"

"Talk to him."

I groan, "I forgot you're a 'communication is key' person"

Phil lightly shoves me, "So are you until you get scared and run away. You can't run away this time. Avoiding him means avoiding us and you know that."

“I know.”

“So what do you think you need to do?” He asks softly.

I take in a deep breath and straighten my back. My eyes find Wilbur chatting up some girl in the corner. I let my feet guide me to him and without a word, too scared to speak, I grab his jacket and pull him out onto the back porch.

“What the Fuck, Y/N?”

“What is your problem with me? You refuse to talk to me, You hate my presence, and you constantly make an effort to show me you think I'm less than you. Why?”

“Maybe because you do shit like you just did without thinking about how it’d affect me.”

I scoff, “What a cop-out. You’ve hated me from the beginning. I want you to tell me why.”

He creeps further into my personal space. His height becomes increasingly harder to ignore when he looms over me. His breath fans over my face, and I want to cringe at the warmth.

“Has it ever occurred to you in your self-centered little head that not everyone likes you? You’re not some god or goddess Y/n. You grate my veins and you enjoy it. You TRIED to annoy me and you’re confused why I don’t like you? How into yourself can you be?”

Electricity pricks at my skin and the back of my eyes burn, “Don’t act like you didn’t hate me from the get-go Wilbur. I know what it feels like to be disliked.”

“Then why does it bother you so much if I don't like you? Huh? Sweet little Y/N just wants to be loved and cherished by everyone, isn't that right?” My breath shakes as the back of his hand brushes against my cheek. “Well, life doesn’t work like that. Some people will hate your grating voice and some people can't STAND your GODDAWFUL laugh. So get over it and be a fucking adult about it. Stop being a little baby.”

WARNING: description of a panic attack, stay safe and skip to the end of the trigger warning <3

He steps back and I quickly escape the cold night that suffocates me. My throat closes in on itself and my eyes water. I can’t breathe, I can’t BREATHE. I try to drag in breaths, but the effort is beyond fruitless. Through my watery eyes and past the blur and dizziness, I walk to the bathroom. I need to escape. I need to GET OUT. Everyone hates me, such a stupid baby who can’t even handle a man not liking them. How pathetic can you get? Everyone's eyes are on me. They’re laughing at me, aren’t they? I bet they are. The bathroom door’s soft close sounds like a thunderclap in my ears but that thunderclap is the most comfort I have felt since Phil and my conversation ended. My ears are ringing. I don’t know what to do.

I sink to the floor, and my back hits the cold tile, shocking my skin through my thin shirt. I've prepared for this. Ok, just find something you can smell. Ok, I can do that. My mind wanders into my negative talk, but quickly it snaps to the smell of the Febreze air freshener going off.

Good, good. One down, four more to go. I can see the design in the ceiling, that's another.

My lungs slowly feel less pressure on them. Not a semi-truck but maybe a minivan. I can hear yelling outside the door, maybe someone knocking. It's so hard to hear when I feel like I'm underwater.

I can feel the tile under my fingertips, the cold feels nice against my skin, the hot trails that the tears leave sting and I almost want to press my face into the floor to cool them.

The sweet drink still lingers on my tongue. Good, I got all five. Now breathe. It's so hard when the hiccups interrupt but I practice these exercises daily.

The weight on my chest slowly releases and the tears go dry. I'm left exhausted. I want to go home. The room goes steady and I slowly stand on shaky legs.

I avoid the mirror as I cool my hands in the water flowing in the sink and press them to my cheeks.

WARNING OVER: Stay safe, love.

The yelling outside gets clearer when I open the door, the house has been cleared away of any guests and the pounding of my heart gets louder. Phil stands in front of Wilbur yelling at him, words I barely have the energy to decipher.

“What the fuck is wrong with you right now, Wilbur? You are a grown-ass man. What the hell would possess you to think talking to someone like that was ok?” Kristin stands next to Phil. She shoots a disappointed look at Wilbur, but he ducks away.

“Oh don’t give me the disappointed parent act.” He scoffs.

Wilbur walks over to the couch, closer to me, and I press my back closer to the bathroom door that I closed.

Phil chases after him, “Well, if you didn’t act so immature, maybe I wouldn’t have to Will! What were you thinking!? You barely know her and you already decided to chase her away?”

“If she didn’t want me to hate her maybe she could have tried to not do everything I hate on purpose.”

“You gave them a panic attack! Nothing they did made them deserve that. We just want you to explain. Can you please just let us understand?”

Wilbur pauses putting on his jacket and sighs, “I’m scared, ok?”

“Of what?”

“Phil, they remind me of Lacy, and I can’t get hurt like that again.” He turns around and his eyes meet mine. Shock and remorse fill his eyes, but he brushes past me and bolts for the door.

I take a shaky breath in and look at Phil and Kristin. "Who’s Lacy?”

We sat in the living room of Phil and Kristin’s house as they tried to explain it in the most delicate way. But really, how can you explain to someone that they reminded a person they considered an enemy of their dead girlfriend? That they reminded someone they thought hated them of someone they were in love with? I didn't think I could cry anymore. I was wrong. I reminded Wilbur of a love that was ripped away from him. I hurt him by being around him.

I wanted to be mad at him. Hurt him for punishing me for something I had no part in but I couldn't.

I just wanted to go home and never leave.

And that's what I did. I stayed in bed, emotionally exhausted and numb. My self-destruction hit me like a brick, canceling my therapy appointment for the next day and turning my phone to do not disturb.

Wilbur POV:

No one had heard from Y/N in almost a week. Seeing their face when I left made me feel like I swallowed a brick. A part of me felt glad that finally, FINALLY, they would feel just a sliver of what they've made me feel for months.

But the guilt…the guilt at that thought overwhelmed my brain quickly after. What kind of person would that make me to want someone to hurt the way I have? Even if it was someone who hurt that doesn't make it ok.

This guilt led me straight to Y/N's front door. My hand hovered over the door. What was my plan when I got here? I don't think I even gave myself time to make one.

Before I could attempt to knock on the door, it swung open with the image of Y/N's dark-circled eyes staring shocked at me.

"Oh Jesus!" they exclaim and hide behind the door a bit. The wrinkles in the pyjama shirt clinging to parts of their body. A small smile creeps into the corner of my mouth at seeing them again. To see that they were at least still alive and kicking.

"I'm so sorry to just show up like this!" I step away from the door, giving them some space. "I want to check in."

Their bottom lip moves between their teeth as they chew at the loose skin. A mental debate wars on behind their eyes, no doubt wondering who asked me to come here.

"Who blackmailed you?" they ask.

A hesitant silence floats between us as I wonder if it'd be wrong to tell the truth.

A sigh passes my lips. "I felt bad."

Their eyes quickly widen again as they forget the effort to hide themself behind the door. They rush the 2 feet to me and place a hand on my arm.

"No! No, you have nothing to be sorry for! I was a goddamn asshole, Wilbur! Why didn't you slap me earlier? I was so arrogant and antagonistic towards you. I can't believe it. You did nothing but try to avoid me because you were hurting and I made it ten times harder."

"Y/N, I said horrible things to you. I felt like a villain. I never want to feel like that again. I am so sorry for talking to you like that." My shoulders sink in a subconscious effort to get down to their level. To look they straight in the eyes. To maybe show them all the emotions that I felt the moment I left Phil's house."

Y/N sighs and releases my arm from their grip. They step out of the doorway, a silent invitation. Luckily, I'm not a vampire.

"Will, what you said was true. I can't fault you for saying the truth."

How could they think that? That anything I said was true, calling them such stupid names in order to belittle them and make them feel small? What have I done?

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, I said to you was true. Yes, I was hurt and yes how you treated me didn’t help but none of it was true and keep telling you otherwise until you believe.”

They look away from my eyes to the ground, “Well, that's gonna take a while since I thought all of those things about myself long before you told me.”

A sour feeling rises in my stomach. Everything in me wants to protect them.

“Well, I’ll be here every time you doubt me.”

They scoff, “Like you’ll call me at 3 in the morning.”

“Who says I won’t” I shrug.

Their eyes glaze over with tears as they look hopefully into mine, “This isn’t how I wanted things to go, you know. I didn’t want us to hate each other.”

They turn away from me, busying themselves in front of their kettle. “I wanted to stop that stupid game months ago.”

My eyebrows wrinkle quizzically, “Then why didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t admit to myself I had feelings for you.”

Their shoulders tense quickly and they spin around to me, “Not that I’m pressuring you at all, I swear. I just-I just had to let you know I didn’t want to hurt you like this.”

“But you did mean to hurt me?”

“I thought you saw me as less than you. I wanted to prove you wrong. Now I know I was the one in the wrong.”

“Y/N I thought you were amazing. I was stupid and thought if I avoided you I wouldn’t fall for you.” I step forward into their space, “I didn’t think I could handle it.”

“Did you?”

The space between our bodies shrinks til we’re breathing the same air.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hand gravitating to their hip.

“And can you handle it?”

“With you, I think I’ll be more than fine.”

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot angst #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur #mcyt x reader #mcyt fic #mcyt fanfic #mcyt x you #mcyt imagine #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x gender neutral reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp fanfic

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morallyinept · 6 months

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Hey D! How are you feeling after the carnage of Jettsgiving?

Still bad huh? Oh, you poor thing. 😕 I think I'll be having words with Javi G... I think you need to rest up.

No, no I insist, buddy.

Aww. I know you want to help with Self-Care with Dieter & Jett this week, but you're in no fit state. Look at you...

I know, bud. Let it all out. It's okay. I think I know someone who may be able to help us out this week...

Hey! Pedro! 👋

Do you fancy filling in for Dieter this week?

Excellent!

Happy Friday everyone! Time for some Self-Care with Dieter Pedro & Jett!

Whilst Dieter recovers from the antics of Jettsgiving, this week we're going to have a look at some of the ways Pedro has practised self-care and kindness to himself.

These come in the form of quotes from some of his interviews, which I feel have relevance to the way you can show yourself some self-care too, and that a lot of us can probably relate to.

So, are you ready Pedro?

Great! Let's dive in!

Self-Care With Pedro Pascal

Anything Is Possible

Life is all about learning, whether that's absorbing factual knowledge or new skills, or whether we learn from life's lessons directly.

You learn from the moment you're conceived. As an accumulation of cells, you start to learn how to grow and develop in the womb, and even though you don't remember it, those base motor functions of learning stay with you for life.

Pedro is correct when he says anything is possible. Your learning and growth starts with you. Don't be afraid to challenge yourself, branch out and discover something new.

It's always scary or daunting to switch things up, to shake out of the mundane, or search for something new and exciting in your life. A little razzle-dazzle...

That's the spirit, Pedro!

Don't be afraid to take a leap - even if it doesn't pan out the way you wanted or predicted. Making mistakes is how we learn and move forward.

We might not always get it right the first time we try, and that's okay.

It's Okay To Indulge

Go ahead, indulge. Having a treat, or indulging in something fun gives us a serotonin boost and makes us feel happy.

Whether that's a microwave pizza like Pedro, or a slice of ooey chocolate cake (like me!), or a strawberry sparkle face mask like Dieter, treating yourself is a great way to show yourself some appreciation. To give yourself a moment or two of self-love, or as a reward if you managed to achieve something.

Indulging in something you love can also help pull you out of a funk when you're feeling blue, so go head, treat yourself, lovely. You deserve it!

Life Is For Fun. And Pasta.

It's all too easy to apply unnecessary pressure on ourselves at times. This can come in many forms too, from conscious pressures like work, college, family etc... and unconscious by the pressure we inadvertently put upon ourselves.

Writing, for example. You may feel like you have to get this fic out in this time or that time; you have to churn out as much content as you can because others are expectant of it.

Take a breath and breathe. In and out now. Slowly. That's it.

Life is for fun. As Pedro says, have as much fun as you can. Write your fic, bub. But write it for you and on your terms, not because of any pressure from anyone else.

Patience is a virtue most people have - they'll wait for you.

Seek out the fun in life. Limit your time online and get out there. There is a great big world out there and our time here is fleeting. Blink and you'd miss it. Carpe Diem, my friends.

By taking a moment to check in with yourself and allow yourself some time away from these pressures, most of which are always self-imposed, you can regain some clarity and also come back refreshed and ready to handle those challenges with ease.

And please, don't go to bed with a full tummy of pasta. Not unless you wanna end up like Dieter...

Poor baby.

Age Is Just A Number

Probably one of my most favourite things Pedro has said. And that I can relate to myself.

It's easy to lose sight of your dreams if you feel like you haven't achieved them by a certain age.

We all have some sort of pre-conceived idea of where we see our life going from a young age. Whether that's to fall in love and settle down, have an exciting career, have children, travel etc... whatever it may be.

And, when we find ourselves veering off that path, more often than not we procrastinate and worry that it's too late when it takes us some time to get back on track.

But it's never too late to achieve or seek what you want out of life. Never.

Personally, I'm discovering new things now that I hadn't considered when I was younger. Priorities shift, for whatever reason. Perhaps life throws a curveball and you find yourself having to adapt.

Either way, if you want it, go for it. Your age should never stop you from seeking happiness or fulfilment in your life.

You'll only regret it later on if you don't.

☝️This is some really great advice, Pedro. You're so wise...

Some Things We're Not Meant To Know

You can't ever predict what's going to happen in life. Even if you're prepared for it.

You can only try and do what's right, for you. Even if there is someone out there who doesn't agree or wants to do it with you.

Don't ever be afraid to go it alone, if that's what you need to do. Your happiness and contentment should always come first.

You might put something out there into the world and it's not met with the praise or reception you would have wanted.

I'll use writing as an example. I often see writers here feeling disheartened because their stories haven't got the engagement or the notes like others might have. And I'll be honest and say that I have felt like that at times too myself.

But don't compare your efforts to someone else's. You can't predict whether people will like it, agree with it, enjoy it, read it... All you can do it write it first and foremost for you.

If you're writing for the numbers, just for the engagement, you're doing it wrong.

Do it for YOU.

Embrace Who You Are

If you're someone who struggles with any kind of anxiety, then I hope you can find comfort in Pedro's words here about his own.

I made a post previously in a bit more detail about how Pedro deals with his own anxiety, and I feel it's incredibly admirable for anyone who struggles with it - whether in the spotlight or not - to embrace and accept it as a part of who they are.

It can be a tumultuous time coming to terms with it, wishing that things didn't affect you as much. And being envious or bitter that others might deal with situations better than you do is perfectly natural to feel like that.

But you never know what or how someone else is feeling. It might be that they are better at masking it than you are, but that's not to say that they aren't immune.

Don't compare yourself. You are who you are, and that person is wonderful.

Let me tell you, there is nothing wrong with you. Your feelings and emotions are valid. You are not weak. You are not helpless.

And you are stronger than you think.

Helping Others Helps Yourself

There is nothing more rewarding in self-care as there is at helping others.

Sharing and showing kindness towards others is one of the most selfless things you can do. Extending that help can ultimately make you feel good about yourself too.

When you invite good karma into your life, it can really alter your perception on the world to see more of the positive, especially in a world where it's easy to be so overwhelmed by all the negative that happens.

Showing kindness also has health benefits due to feeling more happier and at ease. Resulting in less stress and worry, which we all know can be detrimental to our mental and physical health over time.

So, when was the last time you spread some kindness? It's never too late to brighten someone's day, even if it's a stranger.

You'll never know the true impact that kindness can have on someone else.

Thank you so much for stopping by today, Pedro! You've been a great help whilst Dieter recovers.

See you again soon, handsome. 😊

Here D, how are you feeling? I've made you some soup. Eat it slowly. So, Pedro really had some great things to say this week, don't you think?

No?? Jealousy becomes you, my dude. Don't worry, you're still my main man. Budge up, I'll give you a cuddle.

Uh D, is that what I think it is...? 😳

As you can see, normal programming will resume with Dieter next week, folks... 🙄

Until next time, stay kind, stay creamy. 🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK. 🖤

Do You. Then do Dieter.

More Dieter and Jett Self-Care here.

ℹ️ Dieter and I always strive to bring you unbiased, fact-checked advice. We're not licensed therapists, so we do a lot of research to ensure we can provide helpful and informative posts. Well, I do. Dieter mostly sits around eating KitKats.

#self care with dieter & jett #self care with pedro & jett #pedro pascal #dieter bravo x female reader #self care #be kind #do you #then do dieter #you are stronger than you think

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ssalballoon · 4 months

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Wait but how do you draw faces???? ): Do you have more suggestions for that sort of thing?

oh faces! i'm going to assume you're drawing in a semi(?) realistic/ anime-ish style? that's kinda the style i'm familiar with, if you're going for a super 2D graphical style then a lot of my advice won't really apply! i'll put it under the cut

1) I think the most important thing for faces is to always keep in mind the 3D form and planes of the face. Looking at a lot of simplified art (like anime) is a little detrimental for this because it's easy to think the features of the face are just kinda pasted on

Here's a tool from William Nguyen that lets you play around with any angle and light source you desire for heads! It really emphasizes the 3D form and especially the planes of the face. It's helped me out a ton!

Sinix has a video on drawing faces from any angle from imagination (no reference), again focusing on the 3D nature of faces. For individual features of the face (eyes, nose, mouth, etc) he has a playlist of anatomy tutorials!

- I advise against turning to memory and iconography for features of the face (like 👁️ and 👄) Icons like these are useful when the 2D shape is more important for communicating information quickly like in standardized hazard signs. But for more realistic drawing, you want to rely on the 3D form so these simplistic drawings can be jarring in certain styles when in the context of a full human face. This Proko video mentions that you should treat the features of the face like the eye as just another abstract form and not think of it specifically as an "eye" (Proko's channel is also a good general art resource)

2) basic proportions

This is about where specific features of the face are located. I never really studied this on its own, but I think drawing a lot just got me familiar with it. I'm hesitant to link a specific resource here because I didn't really use any myself;; while this isn't as exhaustive as I'd like, I like how Marc Brunet explains it! (Although I'm not a big fan of how he delineates male/female faces and facial features so black and white...? like don't feel obligated to stick to that specific face shape for female characters TTOTT i think it can get pretty redundant compared to the diversity of the male faces he draws)

- Facial proportions change with age! So you should be mindful of it depending on how old the character that you're drawing is

3) expressions

Drawing faces means you're gonna have to draw expressions, even if that expression is a neutral face. I'm admittedly not the best at this, but try pushing the expressions to their extremes to make them more interesting (of course depends on context). 2D disney expressions/concept art accomplish this perfectly and are a good reference to study from (I personally enjoy Shiyoon Kim's concept art!)

- Note how when you cry, the entire face (+body) moves to create that expression. It's not just a tear falling down the cheek, it's the eyebrows furrowing, the muscles around the eyes scrunching in(?), mucus running down the nose, mouth and lips tightening, eyes and nose becoming red, shoulders hunching up, etc.

- as a small aside I want to emphasize the importance of eyebrows because I avoided drawing them/ moving them around more when I started learning to draw, don't do that!! they're crucial for drawing expressions!

4) diversity

Try depicting facial diversity to make a character unique and more interesting!

- semirealism helped me turn away from the hyperstylization of certain anime styles where a lot of these unique features are smoothed away. Things like wrinkles around the brows/eyes/mouth, eye/nose/mouth shape and size, facial bone structure, facial hair, etc really help to individualize a character/ capture their likeness

- also people of different races have different facial features that you should be mindful of. I don't feel knowledgeable enough to give specific advice on this, but if you're unfamiliar with something please use references!!

This can be challenging especially in stylized drawing, since you tend to have to pick and choose what you choose to depict. For example, I find that trying to draw out all the wrinkles of a character, while it may be accurate, it just doesn't fit my style. I therefore have to balance the amount of details to include to achieve a character's likeness. However, stylization also allows you to emphasize those unique features which makes a character more memorable to me!

as another example this is a personal trick i use but i've found drawing the bottom lip helps make a more masculine face, and drawing the top lip as well for a more feminine face...??? idk why this works for me (and it may not work for you!) but yeah try playing around with what details you include/exclude and see what you end up liking!

okie I think that's all I have for faces..? hopefully i'm not missing anything... again I prefer to let actual teachers give specific advice on how to draw, I feel more comfortable talking about general ideas and referring you to better sources that you can learn from first-hand!

also I think in my efforts to explain the key aspects of drawing faces I've kind of made it seem like I follow strict delineated steps... no I truly just wing it every time I draw TTOTT I just think these points are important to keep in mind so that when you amass more knowledge about them you can internalize it to become a habit!

enough yapping from me thank you for your ask! i hope this can be of help to you 🫡💞

#my asks #art resources #edit just realized this may have been more about how i draw faces like step by step and not so generalized TTOTT #i'm sorry if i didn't really answer your question correctly TTOTT;;;

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maxislvt · 1 year

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

Summary: You're the greatest gift Wanda could ask for.

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, smut, sex toys, overstimulation, collars, and references to bondage

A/N: I get to have a treat for myself!!!

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Humans were creatures of habits. They had to be up by one time, showered by another, and off to work by the next. If not, they'd fall into stress and have a number of issues following them. You were a perfect example of that, unknowingly so.

Wanda couldn't blame you for not noticing. After all, she went out of her way to keep her control over you subtle. You did not need to know about the camera hiding in your apartment and how she watched you sleeped. All you had to do was appreciate it. Be thankful by living life with all the benefits being under Wanda's watch came with. Being as oblivious as you were, you did that happily.

When you tossed and turned restlessly during the night, you let Wanda talk you to sleep. You never questioned how she magically knew when your period cramps had gotten the best of you and would bring you snacks. You were just thankful for your girlfriend and everything about her. Wanda was easy to open up to and you appreciated that.

Which is why you were avoiding her like the plague for the Christmas season. As much as you loved her, her understanding of you made it near impossible to keep secrets from her. You didn't even make it out of the house to go shopping before you were met with your first obstacle. A simple phone call.

"Hey, sweet doll! Where are you going?"

The honey sweet voice filled your ears and you almost forgot about your entire mission for the day. "Oh, nowhere! I'm still at home actually!" You were thankful your voice didn't give way to your lying. Unfortunately, lying to a woman who had cameras in every nook and cranny of your house was actually impossible.

Wanda made a face of disappointment. You never lied to her before. Something had to be wrong. "I can hear you getting in the car. Wanna try that again?" She looked down at the monitor in front of her. It was funny watching you pout and squirm while trying to come up with another lie. "Come on, I just want to know where my baby is so they're safe. I promise not to laugh if you're going to Baskin Robbins again." She laughed at the frustrated huff coming from you on the other end of the line.

"I'm not going anywhere important and I can't go to Baskin Robbins again because I haven't been this week!" The outburst was short and your anger, if it could even be called that, fizzled out almost immediately. "Sorry…I love you, I'll be back home soon." Before Wanda could accept your apology, you hung up the phone. It shocked you to see Wanda hadn't texted you or called you back after your abrupt hang up.

The lack of another call was but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Wanda was already getting up and prepped to follow you the second you lied to her about where you were going. A simple tracking app was all it took. Wanda was rather confused about why you felt the need to lie about going to the mall, but she elected to watch and follow you before making a move. Your girlfriend took the opportunity to sneak as many pictures of you as she could. It wasn't until you entered her favourite store that she started to put things together.

You had always been obsessed with getting Wanda gifts. When you two first started dating, they were little handmade things. Maybe some cookies you baked or a collage you just finished. Wanda's gifts were always much more expensive. All you wanted to do was match the quality of gifts. That was near impossible considering Wanda had almost an endless flow of money from her parents and you weren't even allowed to have a job anymore. This added to Wanda's confusion because you weren't paying with the card she'd given you and there was no way you would've been able to afford what you bought.

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Christmas day had arrived shortly after your little outburst and you were so proud of yourself. As far as you knew, Wanda hadn't found out your master plan. When Christmas Eve rolled around, you were buzzing with excitement.

"Open mine first! You gotta!"

Wanda laughed at your excitement and kissed your cheek. "No, you know my rules. You open mine first and then I'll open yours." Wanda looked down at you only to be met with your greatest weapon, puppy dog eyes. A defeated sigh escaped her lips. "Fine, but you're opening all of mine immediately after." She sat down on the couch and opened the rather hefty box. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Inside the box was a number of toys Wanda had only dreamed of using on you. Rope, anal plugs, and even a leash. "Baby, why'd you buy a leash with no…" Her words died down in her throat as you handed her a second box.

"Somebody on campus owed me a favour so I had them make this in return." You mindlessly played with your hands. "I mean, you always say I'm the best gift you could ever ask for so I decided to buy something that would make me better." Your face grew hot as Wanda carefully examined the collar. No more words could come out of your mouth. Part of your brain had been overcome with lust and the part was completely terrified.

Wanda's dominant hand carefully guided you down on your knees. Her hands carefully wrapped the collar around your neck and attached the leash. At first, all she did was tug at it a few times. She shuddered hearing your pathetic whimpering and soft whines. "You really know how to ruin me."

A small yelp escaped your lips when Wanda roughly pulled on the leash and forced you to sit in her lap. You were helpless as she groped you through your pyjama shorts. "Ah, but what about the —"

"Shush, you can open yours in the morning before we go see your parents. Just let me play with my toys first." Wanda's fingers teased your slit before doing away with your bottoms entirely. She grabbed the first toy she could feel. "I know that little clit of yours is really sensitive, I promise I won't be too rough on you."

You moaned softly as Wanda pressed the vibrating wand flush against the bundle of nerves between your legs. No amount of squirming could protect you from the strength of the toy. Wanda made sure to pull you back in place if you got too far away from her. "That feels so good," you slurred out. The slight choking from the collar intensified all the stimulation.

Wanda swirled the toy around your clit and harshly bit your neck. "Cum whenever you need, but I'm not stopping until I've had my fix for the night." Your desperate cries and needy moans only furthered her addiction to your pleasure. "That's it, you know those pretty noises I like to hear." Wanda refused to take the toy off your clit no matter how much you begged.

Overstimulation quickly became too much for you and frantically tried to push Wanda's hand away. "No, no more! I need a break." Your hands defensively covered your cunt.

Wanda clicked her tongue in disappointment. "I guess we'll have to use those pretty little handcuffs you bought."

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fanfic #stalker!wanda #panther's 12 days of christmas

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sir-subpar · 5 months

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Reimagined Banban x Reader, (Part 3)

"Welcome to the Kingdom"

Rating: Teen and up for depictions/descriptions of violence.

Below the cut

You took the baby bird with you, and ran.

Until you reached a lift, and decided to hop on. The two of you descended further. At this point, you shouldn't be surprised, this "kindergarten" had already proved itself to be something more. This place was a beast of its own.

You reached a floor covered in Orange. Just… orange. It hurt your eyes with how bright it was. But you continued on your quest..

For about three seconds, before you were running for your life again. That damn two headed thong had apparently fallen down here.

Of course! Just your luck.

Smartass thoughts aside, you ran, the floor quaking beneath your feet with every step that monster took.

Eventually you were met with a narrow hallway, small enough to ensure your safety from the creature.

Finally able to catch your breath, you continued on your little Adventure. Petting the small bird as you moved along.

You stumbled upon a small table, with a collection of small treats, freshly baked. Muffins, cookies, and the like.

Just… out in the open?

..In *this* hellhole?

You didn't touch them. That was too suspicious.

You cautiously backed away from the obvious trap, and the small bird in your arms loudly tweeted, startling you slightly as the noise lightly echoed down the hall.

You jumped back in alarm, out of instinct.

You felt your back hit something that *definitely* wasn't the wall.

"Too smart for sweets, huh? Well, that ain't gonna save you." A low voice growled behind you.

You swiftly turned to look at the owner of the voice, however, before you could even take a good look at it, you were hit. Hard.

Your vision grew dark just as soon as you hit the floor.

…

...

You awoke to a new room. Blinking through a headache and taking in your surroundings. The new location was very gray with a table right in front of you. The wall across from you had a large projector screen. It was powered off for the time being.

You attempted to stand, but found your hands tied behind you. You were apprehended, tied to an uncomfortable wooden chair.

While you recollected what had happened, (and why your head ached so much) that same voice from before spoke again.

"Good, you're finally up." You could hear it coming from your right, and you could vaguely see a large silhouette peering at you through the window. Though you couldn't quite make out any details.

"Alright partner, I've got some questions for you. Answer them truthfully, that's all I want from you."

You didn't bother to hide your frustration. Glaring daggers at the figure.

"You could've just asked before concussing me, y'know." You snipped.

"Can't trust strangers too much, that includes you." The voice snapped right back.

"Well, seeing how YOU greet strangers, I'm inclined to agree," You retorted. You felt no need to hide your tone.

The aching in your face was definitely going to bruise, if it hadn't already, you could feel it. So, with that pain in mind, you felt justified in giving a little bit of attitude.

You decided that even if you were forced to comply, you wouldn't make it easy for him.

"If you've seen what I have, you'd do the same."

Your eye twitched. "Buddy, I am God knows *how* many floors deep down in this place, do you think I just waltzed in a few minutes ago?"

The figure was stunned into silence.

"What, didn't think of that? Or did-"

Loud slam interrupted you, as his hand made harsh contact with the glass.

The impact was so hard the window rattled, barely staying in its sill.

Well, that shut you up faster than you'd care to admit.

"ENOUGH. I don't have time to play games. You either answer my questions, or I'll make sure you aren't a problem myself. And partner, you won't like the way I do it."

Slightly more intimidated, your resolve dwindled slightly. Perhaps it would be wise to back down, just a little.

The questions were simple, just him showing you projections of different, as he called, "threats".

"Have you ever come in contact with the threat shown on the board?"

A familiar blue spider appeared.

"Yeah, Nabnab." You said casually. You were scared of the bandit-dressed spider at first, but as you adjusted to this hellhole, he felt more like an inconvenience than anything else.

"That freak gives me the creeps."

The figure responded, with a surprising amount of earnestness.

The next photo was of Josh. Again, you admitted to recognizing him.

"Really? I'm surprised you're in one piece."

You shrugged, "Meh, he was intimidating at first, but he's actually rather passive when you feed him. Nice fella at the end of the day."

The figure hummed. Seemingly processing your statement.

The projector clicked once more. A pink bird on the screen.

"Opila Bird?" You queried.

"I take it you've met her already."

"Oh yeah," you breathed, "She was kind enough to greet me at the front door," your sarcasm wasn't missed by your interrogator.

He sighed, and the projector clicked again.

Stinger Flynn.

Just looking at that one-eyed, pretentious, selfish thing made your blood pressure rise. He had your child captive somewhere here, you knew it.

And he hurt Banban, your only real constant companion through all of this.

"Have you encountered this one before?"

"Unfortunately." You spat.

"Interesting tone there.." He mused.

"Believe me, if there's anyone you should be capturing anyone here," you pointed at the photo, as your eyes locked on the figure behind the glass next to you.

"It's him."

Silence.

The figure cleared his throat.

And the interrogation continued.

More of the creatures you had encountered were shown.

Banbaleena, Tarta, and BanBan.

You were hesitant to say anything about Banban, he lost control yes, but he tried to warn you. You knew he didn't mean to hurt you.

The shadowy figure pressed for answers, judging by his reaction to your attitude previously, you know he wouldn't let up. Whether you liked it or not, he was not going to leave you alone until he got answers.

You look down at the floor in front of you.

"He's my friend," you admitted.

The man hummed.

The projector clicked once more, showing something you actually hadn't seen before.

A strange purple and green Jester looking thing.

It was odd, you hadn't even seen any posters of it anywhere.

"I can see the look on your face," your interrogator noted, "You've never seen him before, have you?"

"No."

"Doesn't surprise me, I figured you came from the floors above."

"Last question, stranger." He queued.

On final click revealed a photo of a character you had seen posters of previously.

Your child's favorite character, "Sheriff Toadster."

Then it clicked. It was at that moment you realized who your captor was.

You squinted at him through the glass. "It's you, isn't it?"

You heard his breath hitch. Then he recomposed himself, and cleared his throat.

The projector shut down. The door in the corner of your interrogation room unlocked, and a tall figure walked in.

"You are correct, yes."

Sheriff Toadster. He, like many others in this facility, had changed over the years. His face was littered with scars. Long, deep ones.

So we're his arms. Pretty much any part of him that wasn't covered by his clothes, you could see, we're scared heavily.

His eyes were sunken, bags visible from clear exhaustion.

Even so, he was still a large, imposing figure.

He walked towards you, his heavy footsteps echoing as he did.

His large hands found themselves behind your back, for a moment, you flinched. Worried he might hurt you again, you braced yourself.

But the pain never arrived, instead, you found your hands to be free.

You rubbed your aching wrists, the coarse ropes had left marks and rope burns.

As Toadster stood before you, you could fully see the size difference between you two. Sure, Banban was also decently larger than you, but the sheriff's size led you to believe he could easily tear you asunder with his bare hands.

He held your bag out to you, his palm offering your belongings. Both of your hands could fit in just his palm.

Hesitantly, you took your items from him. Taking a peek inside to make sure there was nothing missing.

"Come along now, partner. It's time to meet the queen." He beckoned you.

Not feeling as though you had the choice, you obliged, and followed him.

Just as he guided you out of the room and into a hallway, Little Beak tweeted, and ran towards you.

You smiled, kneeled down, and took the baby bird in your arms.

When you stood up, you could see the sheriff eyeing you with an unreadable expression.

Though he said nothing, you could tell he was making some sort of mental note about you.

You could only hope it was a positive one.

You continue to follow him, slowly walking across an unstable looking bridge. Despite its ragged appearance, it was able to support both yours and the sheriff's wait, and you arrived on the other side.

Once again your mind was blown away by the volume of this place.

As what stood before you, was a giant medieval styled gate.

The sheriff reached into one of his many pockets, and retrieved a large key.

Just as he inserted the key into the lock, the door clicking as it all fit into place, he glanced at you.

"Welcome, to the Kingdom."

(To be continued)

#garten of banban #banban reimagined #reimagined banban #reimagined Sheriff toadster #banban x reader #x reader #little beak #garten of banban 3 #welcome to the kingdom #fanfic #banban x reader 3

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princelylove · 5 months

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Thank you your highness for answering all my questions on ranking yandere Joestar and Jobros. This time, can I ask for the Jofoe too? I can't rank them myself because all of them are so dangerous, I seriously see all of them have equal rank.

I'd love to hear your opinion on this, please enlighten me with your knowledge my prince ~

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I just realized I forgot funny valentine. That's on me. Oops. I don't know, have you considered just... not being american? Super easy to avoid him just get on a boat and don't come back. Kidding, I'll write something serious for him later on. They're all bad, but a general easiest to hardest:

Doppio is a hard worker. He devotes a good chunk of his time to carrying out orders for the boss, he doesn’t really have time for a darling, but… Boss will allow him to have a crush. It’s a little treat. As long as Doppio keeps his distance, it’s harmless. He spends his weekends following his darling around- he asks Diavolo to look into you for a little reward. He does well on a couple of jobs in a row? Here’s your favorite color, and what you wear for pajamas most nights. Doppio has a lot of self control, he’s not going to cave just because you’re gorgeous and he has some free time. He’ll keep his distance until Diavolo gives him permission to engage- which he won’t be receiving any time soon. Doppio’s darling- I feel as if “crush” is significantly more appropriate- likely won’t know that they have a secret admirer who already knows every little detail about their life until it’s time for Doppio to receive a proper present. Maybe for Christmas Diavolo will let him bump into you in the street.

Yoshikage Kira is safe if he’s obsessed enough. He’s a bit impulsive with collecting his girlfriends, but he doesn’t like you for your hands. He likes you, as a whole. Ugh. That’s so annoying. He doesn’t want to have a real partner- do you know how much effort it is to have one of those and keep up his streak of roughly fifteen years of killing? He’s not going to just let his little habit go, but… maybe you’re fine with him having something on the side, to hold himself over. Maybe. He’d have to ask after pursuing you normally, and if you say no, or Kira decides not to ask at all since ‘hey that’s weird and we’re trying to be as normal as possible here’… well. He’s been lying this long. Might as well add another to the lie bin. Since he wants to be as normal as possible, he doesn’t express any of his yandere tendencies until much later on- and he can be satiated if you play into his fetishes and preferences enough.

DIO has matured a lot in his life, surprisingly. He’s not going to kill off his darling just because he’s in a mood. He’ll do it for a proper reason. You’ll have warnings. You’ll have easy, simple rules established very early on in knowing him. Really, are you trying to provoke him into punishing you? Simply ask if that’s what you want. He spoils you so, doesn’t he. DIO cares a lot about his darling actually wanting him- if he’s forcing it, it ruins the experience. He understands you need to have a proper relationship with him, complete devotion won’t happen in a day. Make no mistake, you will be his, he’s just fine going slowly. He’s certainly got the time for it, and it’s not like he’s holding you captive. No, no, never captive. Possibly if he snaps because you keep outright rejecting him and it’s really setting his abandonment issues off. He’ll just send a little toy to keep you company when you feel the need to go on a little outing. Vanilla Ice will hold your bags for you, or maybe Mariah can show you around. If neither of them are someone you want to socialize with, he has options. Lots of options.

Enrico cares less about you having a choice. To him, he knows better, and is often frustrated with your judgement. Please listen to his advice- he’s only here to provide you with the resources you need to flourish. If Enrico has no problem talking to DIO as his equal, then he certainly has no problem telling his darling ‘no’ directly. He recommends passages in the bible to read that directly coincide with what’s going on in your life- You often find little handwritten notes in your cell on your desk. The first time it happened, there was a bible sitting on your bed, with a note being used as a bookmark. It was between the pages of Isaiah- stuck in the pages about sin and confessions. It makes you gag how neat and proper his handwriting is, “My doors are always open for you.” When you don’t come, he leaves another note, with a page and paragraph you’re supposed to read before whatever it is he has to say. If the slightly passive aggressive notes don’t reach you, perhaps a more personal approach is needed.

Dio in his youth is… unstable. He hasn’t learned that patience is king. He knows what he wants, and he’s going to get it now. Denying him is the stupidest move you could possibly make, he has all of this newfound power and confidence and isn’t going to waste it by letting you just get away. You may scurry off if he frightens you too much, he does love the chase. He just can’t help himself when he catches you- you look good trapped under him, he needs a little reward. It’s not going to hurt, it’s just a small bite… Have fun with a chunk of your neck missing because little dio got excited and couldn’t help biting as hard as he could.

Diavolo is a classic creep. He’s a bit repressed. Over a decade of restraint will do that to you, but Diavolo doesn’t realize that touching himself to the cameras he placed in your room and the places you frequent isn’t going to satisfy him entirely. Maybe Doppio can spell it out for him- he should indulge! Live a little! The last time he ‘lived a little’ he made the worst mistake someone in his position could possibly make, but hey. He was young, you can’t really fault him for that. Diavolo monitors you as if it’s part of his job- there’s absolutely nothing he doesn’t know about. Your other suitors are taken care of by la squadra esecuzioni, they have a bit of a running joke that they’re praying for you to get around a bit more, easy jobs are welcome when the boss works them like dogs. Diavolo is happy to watch you, he keeps a tab open of whatever you’re doing while he works. Indulges by having Doppio follow you on your errands, lightly suggesting he should record. You often receive expensive gifts from a ‘secret admirer,’ with typed notes attached. It’s only a matter of time until that isn’t enough to hold him over, and he sends someone to collect you. No, now that he’s thinking about it… No one will treat you as well as he would, it’s better not to leave you to the hands of someone just doing a job. Diavolo fully intends to love you, and won’t take a ‘no’ once he’s broken his streak of self control.

Kars did not always want a mate. He’s not really the romantic type, or someone who clings to sentiment, but there’s just something so adorable about you. He loves life, although he normally isn’t fond of humans. He loves seeing the life in your eyes, the way your chest moves up and down in fear as he gets closer… He’s salivating at the thought. Kars tells himself he wants a pet at first- he already has a sizable family. He has a son figure, he has a… He’d call Santana a pet, really, he has someone his age to socialize with… He supposes he could use a mate. Kars hasn’t had one of those since he was just a little one, and it’s not really something he missed. When you express that you don’t want to bow down and give everything up for him, Kars is more than confused. You must be making a joke- he’s heard of humans telling obvious lies for humor. How amusing. Now, come when you’re called, or he’ll send Santana to retrieve you. He prompts you often, but you can tell he doesn’t really care about the answer. You bore him sometimes with your ‘Please don’t hurt me’ and your ‘Please, please, let me go’ nonsense, how could he be expected to always find it fun? Your resistance only amuses him when you do something about it. Good, you’re running. Kars would love to play chase with you.

#🏵️ anon #request granted #yandere dio #yandere enrico pucci #yandere kars #yandere vinegar doppio #yandere diavolo #yandere yoshikage kira #yandere yoshikage kira x reader #yandere kars x reader #yandere dio x reader #yandere vinegar doppio x reader #yandere diavolo x reader #i normally use characters' first names but i feel bad calling doppio 'vinegar'

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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Friendship Level Up Lines

Below are the friendship level up lines from the newly implemented Guest Room function in-game.

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

Your guest room is quite lovely. I'll return again soon with a small token of my appreciation for you.

Max Level: Being a Dorm Leader means that I am constantly busy, but… I cannot ignore your hospitality. Next time I have time available, I shall come visit.

Ace

Looks like a pretty snazzy room, but I bet you've just swept all the trash under the furniture! ...I'm kidding, I'm not gonna go look for any, so don't kick me out!

Max Level: Hey, can I put something in this guest room, too? I bet I’ll be coming around a lot more often, and it’s a pretty big room, so I can have a little space, right?

Deuce

I feel bad you're always inviting me over. I'd offer to have you come over to my place, but because I'm in a shared dorm room it's not that easy to.

Max Level: The other day, I saw something that’d be perfect for this guest room in the school shop, so I’ll get it. Hey, don’t worry about it, we’re buds, right?

Cater

Thanks for the great time! If you ever want to invite me back over, I'll definitely come. I'm sure the guest room will look even more amazing next time I come, right?

Max Level: Maybe I’ll try making some furniture with you next time. The style you got going right now’s pretty rockin’, but we do a collab, maybe you’ll end up even more attached to Cay-kun. What if, right? ♪

Trey

At first, when you said you wanted to extend your hospitality to me, I thought to myself, "what are they scheming?", but... Haha, you're always full of surprises.

Max Level: I need to give you proper thanks for always inviting me. …Eh? Hey, it’ll be troublesome if you ask for that much. Do me a favor and don’t expect too much, okay?

SAVANACLAW

Leona

I don't like being constantly disturbed. So in that sense, this place is perfect and quiet.

Max Level: I don’t mind coming by this guest room once in a while. Make sure you have a place to nap and some food ready for me.

Jack

I mean, I'm pretty busy with my studies and training, but... Hey, wait, I didn't said I wouldn't come! It would be rude to not show up when you've invited me.

Max Level: Oh yeah, why don’t we put a cactus in your room, too? It’s not that hard to take care of, and you’ll end up enjoying raising it.

Ruggie

You wanna know if I'll come back again? Hey, 's long as it's free, I'll come anytime! And hey, if I get some snacks out of coming here too, that'd be even better. Shishishi.

Max Level: I gotta make sure to thank ya for always invitin’ me. Oh right, let me know if any of your furniture breaks. Not sayin’ I’ll do it for free, but I can give you a friend’s discount to fix it.

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

Thanks to your efforts, I was able to spend quite the worthwhile time here. ...If it pleases you, do not hesitate to invite me back.

Max Level: I dislike being in debt to anyone. Next time, I shall play host to you. I’ve already scheduled it. I cannot wait to see your surprised look.

Jade

It seems I cannot help but stay longer than intended here in Ramshackle. I do hope I am not disturbing you.

Max Level: Thank you for everything. Your hospitality is pleasant and appreciated. Perhaps I could receive some guidance in these matters sometime? Of course, you’ll be fully compensated

Floyd

Hey, make a chair just for me. One that's round, but also sharp; that makes a statement, but is also subtle. Thaaaanks~

Max Level: I feel like I’m one of your regulars here, huh. It’s kinda rare for me to be able to hang in one place for so long without gettin’ bored. Keep it up, I’m counting on ya.

SCARABIA

Kalim

Can I come again sometime? Thanks! You should come visit my dorm sometime, too. Me and Jamil'll totally treat you well!

Max Level: Thanks, as always! I wanna give you something in return, so I’ll send some jewels and clothes over to Ramshackle soon! …Eh, you don’t need it? Then, what do you want?

Jamil

I'm usually on the hosting end of these kind of things, but it's not that bad to be a guest for once. If you'd like, invite me again sometime.

Max Level: When I’m in this room, I feel so at home. May I come again? I thought it’d be nice to spend some quality time talking with you sometime. Of course, I’ll definitely bring a gift with me when I come.

POMEFIORE

Vil

When I'm with you, time just seems to fly by so quickly. It may be because I am so absorbed in our conversations. You've successfully kept me engaged, well done.

Max Level: Do you fully grasp just how much of a sin it is to monopolize my precious time like this? If a fan were to hear of this, they may faint from shock… Fufu. That is fun to imagine.

Epel

It's kinda calming to spend time in this room. It's dangerous, though, 'cause I might get so relaxed that I let my real words slip out... But I still want to come over anyway!

Max Level: This place is so awesome with how I can spread out and relax! Thanks for everything. I’m gonna make sure you can have just as much fun over at my place, so you need to come over next time.

Rook

All this time I get to spend with you is filled with new discoveries, it is absolutely spectacular! May I come visit again?

Max Level: You are a dangerous one. Time and time again, I feel as though my innermost thoughts may come spilling out. Oh, this delightful feeling of tension… Beauté! I shall come visit again.

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Y-You've got some ulterior motive for being so nice to me, don't you? Honestly, I'd feel more relaxed if you'd say that you did...

Max Level: When you first said you wanted me to come to your guest room, I thought you were being forced to on a dare or something, but… Guess I was wrong. Uh, well… I’ll come again. Yeah.

Ortho

Your room is such a mysterious wonder. It makes me want to come back over and over again. I'd like to solve this enigma, so please call me over again!

Max Level: I want to help you with setting up your room, too! Let me know the next time you’re redecorating, if you need anything heavy moved. I’ll change into a heavy-lifting attachment!

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

I cannot believe that there would be someone out there who would invite me like this... Wait. I wasn't barging in uninvited, was I?

Max Level: I suppose it’s not a bad feeling at all to have such gentle hospitality like this. Right now, I am in a fantastic mood. Fufufu, if you have any favor you wish to ask of me, now may be the time to do so.

Silver

I haven't had much opportunities to visit another person's home. If I do anything discourteous, I shall remedy my actions. So please, welcome be back again sometime.

Max Level: Thanks to you, I have been able to thoroughly enjoy myself. I am still figuring out how I could possibly relay these feelings of gratitude.

Sebek

From the way you keep trying to talk to me, I can see that you've nothing to do. I'll allow you to join me for training, then! ...Why are you declining...?

Max Level: I’ve gotten used to listening to you ramble on. From now on, you’re free to call on me whenever you want. …I can’t promise that I’ll always listen though, you understand?

Lilia

This place is filled with things that pique my curiosity. Of course, that includes you. Kufufu.

Max Level: I cannot believe I’ve gotten to this age, and I’m still making new friends that I can confide in. Kufufu, it’s a blessing to be able to live this long. Keep up the good work!

Crowley

I don't quite mind being so beloved by my students. I shall whole-heartedly accept your adoration, so please, keep it up for as much as your heart desires.

Max Level: I cannot just let you host and not return the favor. After all, I am so bountiful in my generosity! Please come by my office sometime. I shall treat you in grand fashion!

Grim

Nyahaha, yeah, yeah! I told you, good things happen when you're under my wing. Here, I'll give you a bite of my tuna! ...Just one bite, okay?

Max Level: Hey, look! I dusted the guest room for you. You’re always working so hard, so I gotta help ya out once in a while. Did it make you happy? Hey, did it?

Rollo

I have no recollection of ever accepting such gracious hospitality… How dubious. You would do well to tell me honestly of whatever nefarious plans you may have. What, you have none? …If that is true, then this is even more troublesome.

Max Level: I cannot help but pity you for residing in a place such as this while unable to use magic. If you find you cannot suffer these wicked mages, you should come to me. I shall gladly lambast them.

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