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hi can u do headcannons (or a fic idm) of like people pleaser!reader and bf!matt who like stands up for her or tells people off on her behalf?
I really hope this makes even the slightest bit of sense
thank you so much, I love ur writing sm🤍🫶🏼
people pleaser!reader x matt headcannons!
(I have never done hcs ever, so if its bad thats mb, also I didnt know if you wanted nsfw but I js didnt bc I dont rllt know how to nsfw people pleaser x matt but if tou want me to retry it dont hesitate to ask!!)
warnings: angst, swearing
a/n: I dont rlly know how to write people pleasers and such so thats why its short, but I can try again if you’d like, I also love this idea, thank you anon!! <33
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- the second someone pushes you around and or walks all over you hes quick to shut it down.
“alright listen man, it was one thing when you told her to fuck off, but telling her to shut the fuck up is another. I need you to leave.”
- when matt notices that someone is using you to their advantage or even notices you going out of your way to please them on several occasions hes getting it done and over with, quick.
“okay. enough y/n, come sit with me. you dont need to do everything for that asshole, k?”
^ he made sure to say it extra loud so the guy heard what matt had said about him.
- after matt had told someone off for being rude to you, you sat down next to him with your head hung low and your eyes filled with tears of guilt.
“baby, whats wrong?” he asked, his arm coming over to your back and rubbing your shoulder.
“that wasnt nice of you to yell at him.. look at him, I feel guilty now.” you spoke, your voice slightly shaky as you motioned to the man whom was anxiously biting his lip with his mouth closed shut, after matt had told him to keep it shut.
“it also wasnt nice of him to yell at you and call you names, was it?” he grumbled, just looking at the guy made him angrier, especially knowing you felt bad for him.
- “no, no, if you want me to. I can!” you spoke, a soft smile on your face as you talked to the girl infront of you, in which the girl had a smirk on her face, catching onto your patterns.. doing anything for the sake of pleasing her.
matt, on the other hand, stood behind you and glared at the girl, his jaw clenching with pure irritation. matt cleared his throat, trying to get the girls attention. and once her eyes met his he brought his hand up and flipped her off.
- in ways of showing you he wasnt happy with what you were doing he’d do subtle motions with his hands or look at you a certain way. you’ve learned that his jaw clenched tightly shut and his eyes glaring at you, then a quick look at the person you were currently giving your everything, is a way of him indicating he wanted you stop what you were doing.
- watching you adapt someone elses personality to try and seem more approachable and less weird truly angers him, despite knowing he cant do anything about it. he feels you should know that you’re perfect just the way you are and dont need to be accepted by everyone, they should like you for who you are.
- “oh..” you mumble, your head hung low as somone insults you and your interests. you cant say anything nor do anything, its not in your nature. you just have to sit there and take it, in fear of disappointing them. and since matt wasnt with you, there wasnt any way in stopping the next few minutes of being insulted.
later that day, when you come home your cheeks are tear-stained, you have mascara running down your cheeks and your breathing is uneven.. theres no way in hell you’re hiding this from matt. you take gentle steps as you walk to his room, slowly pushing his door open and taking small sniffles.
with hearing the door creak open matts lips turn into a grin, that is, until he lifts his head up to the sight of you, looking like you just bawled for hours on end. he quickly tosses his phone on his bed and walks over to you, engulfing you in his arms. already knowing what was going on he didnt ask anything, instead just comforted you.
- “ok! im fucking tired of your shit dude! you’ve been bossing, walking all over her, degrading and just overall being a total dickhead to her!” matt yelled, finally getting enough of this kid being rude to his girlfriend. he stood up from his chair and walked over to carlos. he stood tall and high infront of him. y/n moved behind matt and grabbed his hand, holding it and lightly squeezing, at an attempt to calm him down.
“matt, baby, its okay. im fine. dont yell at him.” y/n whispered, your voice quiet as you spoke. you avoided eye contact with carlos. “no, its not okay! hes being a total asshole to you, y/n. you dont deserve to be treated like that.” he turned around to face you. his voice no longer being loud as he spoke with sincerity towards you.
- you being treated rudely didnt always end up with him yelling at someone. when he wasnt fuming with anger, he would grab your hand and hold it, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, then pull you into him, in a sense of protection and to tell you ‘enough’ without speaking.
- matt would act almost immediately when he even sees the beginning signs of you starting to act and do everything possible for the person you’re talking to. he would lean down in your ear and mumble quietly, “relax, my love.”
- again, he would make sure to be extra loud about shit talking someone when calling you over to him just to make sure that they know what matt thinks of them.
“cmon baby, that poor excuse of a friend doesnt deserve you.”
“hes being an asshole, my love. dont suck up to him.”
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I have to admit I only put it up as an option to force myself out of my comfort zone. I really didn't know if ppl would even vote for this or nah but surprise surprise they did. I really didn't know what to write on this one. I usually have the basic idea of what I wanna write and then I write it down in the most unholy/pure way possible (depending on what I write). This one tho, is just a bunch of f random ideas I have for this kink that are connected in a way that makes sense. Enjoy.
Izuku × afab!Reader (gn!!)
Warnings: pet names (puppy, baby), thigh kink, thigh fucking, body worship(I think at least,idk)
You looked down at your thighs when you set down on the couch, watching as the fat seem to double in size.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You hesitated for a moment before nodding, Izuku was quick to catch on what it was that bothered you "they're absolutely beautiful you know?" He said,looking down at the plush of your thighs as he sat next to you.
Scared hands reaching to caress them, squeezing them slightly.
Izuku bent down to give them a kiss. Pressing his soft lips against your knees and planting kisses down your thighs, buring his face between the soft plush as he made marks appear up and down your thighs. Sucking and biting on the plush between kisses.
"Love them so much" He groaned and it made you giggle "I would stay here forever if I could" His words made you smile.
He gave a teasing lick to your clothed sex and you shivered slightly. His emerald green eyes priced at you, making another shiver crawl through your skin. His eyes looked dark. Overtaken with lust. Fuck he's such a sucker when it comes to any part of your body he would kiss it all day every day if it means you'll stop being so self conscious about your body. For him both you and your body is absolutely perfect, and he would do anything to show you that and it didn't take long before you were bent over the couch, ass facing him as he fucked your thighs. Using your arousal as lube. His dick sliding back and forth between your thighs, teasing your sex with his motions. Scarred hands holding your hips while moving.
He bent down to kiss the back of your neck, leaving a few marks there as well.
"Fuck you're so soft puppy~" He moans next to your ear "fucking love them thighs of yours"
"Please baby" You whine "need you inside me"
He smirks and his hands move to squeeze your thighs before sliding inside your cunt, tearing you apart on his dick.
"Fuck" He groans "every part of your body is making me fucking crazy" One of his hands move to play with your nipples as the other old to your waist.
His lips press against your spine, sending shivers down it.
It's not long before you feel the familiar knot forms in your you're core.
You moan his name as you feel him twitching inside of you, his movements becoming sloppy.
"You're so tight puppy" He moans "you're gonna make cum like this"
"Cum for me baby" He chokes on his words, the hand he had on your waist now coming down to draw circles on your clit.
Tou scream his name when you cum and he follows close behinds. Sticky hot strips of white painting your insides.
Oajaaiabiabss
Sorry this one's so short.
Thank u for reading, I will post the 'horney little cunt' ff next week.
Hope u enjoyed, I like most of my ff way better than this one lol.
Here's my masterlist if ur interested
#mha deku#bnha deku#bnha izuku#deku#izuku midoria x reader#bnha smut#deku smut#mha#izuku smut#mha smut
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Lando Norris x reader
well kind of, I going to be honest I hate writing with y/n so I'm almost always going to write with Olive.
Olive will be used mostly but if it is different people with she is with its like a different universe lol.
PSA
I do not know these people so its all made up.
Lando and Olive have known each other for years now, they meet through Max and what happens when people start to notice their connection on one of Max's live streams.
Sorry about the French It is translated so if it is wrong please let me know. It will make more sense later why she speaks french...
Part 2
Olive's Pov -
Max is streaming once again, meaning I get to sit here and listen, well I could be a part of the stream and I will probably make an appearance, although I know a lot of the fans will be sad during today's stream.
Lando is moving to Monaco, and honestly, I am also sad, but I do not really want to think about it and instead decided to sit on my phone and scroll through Instagram.
I jump when all of a sudden the drums start to be played. I roll my eyes knowing that it is Lando. I walk into the room and just look at Lando giving him a look like are you serious.
"Can you stop" Max ask
I roll my eyes knowing that he will just continue and that is exactly what happend.
Max continues to thank everyone for all the subs and I just look at them.
Lando finally stops and walks back over to sit down.
"Are you serious" I look at Lando and say
Max begins to laugh and Lando follows.
"Here I am peacefully scrolling through Instagram to be disturbed by the loudest and most obnoxious noise possible," I say
"like please learn some impulse control Lando" I laugh
Max and Lando are dying at this point holding onto each other as they laugh.
"je ne peux pas te supporter tous les deux" (I cant stand you two) I say while rolling my eye.
"Oh no everyone watch out the French is coming out" Max jokes
"I'm leaving," I say and walk out of the room.
"Nooo come back" Lando shouts.
Fine, I think and go back and sit next to Lando and continue to scroll through Instagram.
Although I am sitting uncomfortably and so I lay my head on Lando's shoulder and continue to scroll through Insta like always.
But it doesn't last long because Max reads a chat
"AWW Lando and Olive are so cute together!"
This caused Lando to lean back up and me to pick up my head, I looked at him and realized I missed the contact we had.
It doesn't take long for them to move off the topic and back to how the chat is sad over the move.
But I keep thikhig about Lando. Recenlty me and Lando have gotten closer hanging out a lot, but many people have been guesing that we are dating and I think that it had made Lando uncomfortable.
I mean maybe I'm just over thinking it I mean he hasnt said antyhing and we still hang out all the time but that defintley will be changing, he moving to another country.
How could something even start with him moving, wait do I even want something to start.
There is no way that I can like Lando Noriss. Its impossible.
My thoughts are cut short by me feeling a nudge, I look at the person who did it.
It was Lando and he smiles and me and shows me whatever he was looking at on his phone. I laugh at the stuipd instragram post.
Both of leaning close are arms begin to brush against one another, smiling at the contact I realise that I need to stop, he is leaving Olive and he's a huge f1 driver there no chance he would ever look at that way.
Lando most have notice me getting lost in my thoughts once again because he nudges me and says
"what going on in that little brain of your Olli"
God the way my name rolls off his tongue, no one can say my name the way he does.
The way my heart speeds up evertime he says "Olli"
I have to respond so qucily I reply "nothing" and just smile back at him.
Lando gies me a look like he doesn’t believe me but then gets distracted by Max asking him a question.
Although the touch between our arms does not end. Sitting here I can’t focus anything but the butterfiles that start to form.
Max looks back staring, I look at him and smile and all he does is shakes his head and turns back to the stream. I always wonder what Max is thinking, no way he thinks I am being to close to Lando right. Wait what if I am being to close to Lando. I start to freak out that maybe the fans said something causing Max to turn and I didn’t even realsie. What if they are upset.
The only way to end this long out burst of thoughts is to leave, so I abruptly stand up and walk out fo the room, to the kitchen I decided that I needed water.
I also decided maybe I should click on the live to see what the fans were saying.
twitch comments -
User2 - are lando and Olive dating?
User4- Lando and Olive are so cute next to eachother.
User5 - Lando and Olive?
User7 - what is happening between Lando and Olive back there.
User9 - Max turning into the third wheel.
Obviously, there were other comments in between them, but I was right, people were talking about me and Lando, and I had no idea how to feel about it.
Of course, I like Lando I mean look at him how could you not, I continued to stare at the sink not realising that my cup had filled up and water was just running all over my hand and into the sink until someone came up behind me and grabs the cup and turns off the sink.
"olli what is going on with you tonight" Lando says.
Of course it had to be Lando.
"Nothing I just, I just have a lot on my mind I guess" I reply.
"Olli you know you can tell me if something is bothering you, I will always listen, and I can take a break from the stream".
"Lando I "
"I promise. It's nothing" I say while looking away.
Well, that is until a hand comes under my chin moving my head to look back at him.
Our eyes meet and he just stares at me as if he is trying to read my thoughts.
My breath gets faster
I want to kiss him but I know that feeling is not mutual.
"You know you can just say you're going to miss me," Lando says while still staring right into my eyes.
God hes green eyes are so intoxicaiting making it hard for me to even understand what he said in the fristplace.
"Of course, I'll miss you, Lando. It's going to be weird that I won't be able to just walk over to your house anymore" I reply while dropping my eyes to look at the floor. I can't make eye contact with him, not right now.
"olli you can come and visit anytime and I have to come back for Mclaren a lot so do not worry we'll still see each other". He says.
His comforting voice makes me want to believe him, but why would he visit a girl like me. I mean were only friends because of Max and me and Max only met because of our mothers.
I keep thinking about the days recently, the walks, the talks, and the laughs we shared, knowing that they will probably not continue.
I look at him again and say "go back to the stream Lando"
He looks at me almost shocked.
"Don't push me away Olli" he says.
It was almost as if he could read me like a book.
Knowing exactly what I was doing.
But in life, you learn what is easier, after watching person after person leave sometimes it is easier to be the first to leave. Well, you think it is.
I have no reply for him, no words come to my head, and all I can think about is leaving first because then maybe it won't hurt as bad.
"Olli I'm not leaving you, Just because I am moving does not mean I am leaving you". I promise Olli"
I cut him off before he can continue "That's what everyone says but people grow apart Lando and your moving on, and I will be stuck here working in a stupid little coffee shop pretending to be a writer."
my words break my own heart and the truth revealed itself in my anger.
I look at him as the tears build in my eyes "Lando you an F1 driver and I am a want to be writer who has to work in a coffee shop to earn just enough money to live. You grew I didn't. I would just pull back and so I understand that once you leave I will just be a memory".
I can't stand to look at him anymore so I pull away from his touch, grab my jacket and bag, and run out the front door.
But then it hit me, my roommate has her boyfriend over and I promised I wasn't coming home tonight.
I head back to the front door and just stare at it trying to build up the confidence to make my way back inside.
Hoping that Lando has returned to the stream I go to reach for the door but it is pulled open by someone from the inside.
Lando and Max stare back at me.
Max grabs me a pulls me inside.
"Olive where were you going, Lando said you were upset and left and I was worried," Max asked
"I Just have a lot on my mind, okay, so I was just going to head home for the night but then I remembered Leah has Alex over so yeah"
"well just stay here Max says, I'm going to head back to the stream, are you sure you're okay. Do you need anything" Max asked
"No I am fine Max" I reply.
Max walks away and then there is just me and Lando left standing in the kitchen but this time I can't look at him, I can't think or prepare myself for what he is going to say.
#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fic#lando norris#lando norris x you#lando norris imagine#max fewtrell
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nsfw hope headcanons? 🫢
hope mikaelson x fem! reader ńsfw headcanons <3
a/n: omg hi! this is my first request like this so i'm sorry if it sucks 😭 i feel like i made this way kinkier than it had to be but hey this is tumblr right? thanks for the request darling
disclaimer: any writing i do for any character, nsfw or not, takes place when they are 18 or older
warnings: EXPLICIT content ahead, 18+ only pleasseeee. slight degradation, use of the word "slut", etc.
hope is a major tease, in every sense of the word
she gets off on driving you crazy in every way she can
purposefully wearing clothes that extenuate her body in front of you
bending over near you as much as she can
lingering touches
whispering in your ear
you know, the works
she also would definitely do this in public too
(discretely of course)
when you're out with her and your friends she'll innocently sit on your lap
but she'll be moving her hips juuuust enough so you can feel it
hope picked up some french when she was visiting new orleans and she likes to use it to her advantage
and by to her advantage, i mean she uses it for dirty talk of course
y'all will just be out shopping or doing whatever and she'll lean in close to you and whisper
tu as l'air si chaud, j'ai hâte de rentrer.
vous êtes tous à moi, non?
je veux enlever ces vêtements.
but she doesn't stop teasing after foreplay bc that would just be unlike her!
hope is definitely the type to touch you for hours and hours
and the only times she stops are the times that you're close
she just keeps you on edge for as long as she can and listens to you beg
bc she loves that
her favorite is when you say her name all out of breath
"h- h-ope... please..."
yeah she loves that
eventually she takes her hand out of your underwear
and before you can even start begging for her to put it back,
she's between your legs, working on making you naked from the waist down
hope is obsessed with eating you out
obsessed is an understatement actually
any opportunity she has to put her mouth on you, she will
and she is insanely good at it
she had no experience before she started dating you, so it came to her naturally
(no pun intended)
she brings you to orgasm at an almost ridiculous pace
she's just that good that it never takes longer than a few minutes
especially after she's kept you on edge for so long
hope is such a sweet talker in bed
but at the same time she is so filthy
she'll go from "you're so beautiful baby girl"
to "you gonna cum for me again huh? that's it, fucking slut"
she's only really that vulgar sometimes but when she is... she gets intense
but she's not always so dominant
she's actually the definition of a switch
she would like for you to just have your way with her sometimes
touching her in any way you want (with pre-established consent of course)
she is definitely loud when you do
she has the most beautiful moans and whimpers
and she LOVES to praise
"fuck y/n... that feels so good"
"you're doing so well baby"
and of course you give her a taste of her own medicine and leave her begging too
"y/n please don't stop, i'm so close"
and you would stop ofc
THIS IS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE Y'ALL I GOT IN MY THOUGHTS
#hope mikaelson#hope mikaelson x reader#wlw#legacies#legacies x reader#hope mikaelson smut#hope mikaelson x fem! reader#hope mikaelson x fem reader
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Naga pierro and childe just <33
Pierro, I imagine, is a traditional man(snake-man??). Thus I believe he could very well be waiting for his life long mate, instead of entertaining the thought of screwing around for the sake of it. He wants a domestic life with a little mate who to cardle during the night and cherish during the day.
Childe however is somewhat opposite to his senior. He likes to live on the edge and goof around with other humans and nagas/lamias alike. He enjoys the thrill, but he would be lying if he said he never felt just a tad bit sad. He is a family man after all, and nothing would make him more happy than a mate who would stay by his side and rise his brood along him.
Enter you, sweet young lamia who is more than perfect. Childe takes a note of the fact immidietly when he lays his eyes on you. He notes how your body is perfect in every possible way, perfect to carry children and perfect for mating. He notes how your skin shines brightly in the moonlight and your eyes sparkle with wonder. He has to physicslly restrain himself, so he won’t take you right then and there. He wants you to covet him as he does you.
So imagine his grave annoyance when you catch the attention of Pierro. Loner Pierro who never seems to interract with anyone unless he has to. Pierro who always keeps his distance and newer seeks out anyone. But that seemed to change after you crashed into his life.
Suddenly the old man seemed always hang around you, helping you with the most useless of things, and gifting you small little trinkets that ”reminded him of you”.
Sooner rather than later, the two of them took notice of each others clear attraction. And neither one of them were gonna give up, because both of them had decided to take you as their mate.
And that’s how you got here. Pressed against two large and strong nagas, who were thrusting in and out your aching hole in turns, but every now and then, they would thrust in together, while snarling at each other. Childe would bite you all over, your neck, chest even your stomach that was bulging thanks to Pierro’s grith. The latter would be whispering sweet nothings to your ear, while rubbing your tender breasts (Childe’s merit of course) and aching stomach.
In the end you’d be so over stimulated, that tou eouldn’t be able to tell where the pain started and pleasure began, for it all had blended together. All you knew was that you were sticky and full, and to your each side was a strong and handsome naga wrapped up around you.
I-I truly apologize nonnie for this bc i know that you probably expected somethinf else but i'm feeling ANGST tonight....so please have this atrocity...
f!reader, smut, hybrids, breeding kink, knotting a/b/o-esque, angst galore but there's so much fluff too, rejection
Okay so imagine that everything is just like you described, pierro is a traditional snake-man; he's older already, silver hair, beard and the hair on his chest, his long, thick strong tail littered with scars and torn scales but he is a very stable and reliable person, has estabilished a large territory that no other naga dares to violate bc they know that if they fuck around they WILL find out and a confrontation with the enormous naga never ended up well for his opponent. And yet under all that tough exterior all pierro really wants is to find a mate, his soulmate, his one and only and cherish them, share his territory, feed together, snuggle on cold nights, wrap tails with and finally have eggs and bear pups...Yeah, this is what pierro wants from life.
Childe is his opposite, like literally everything; he's young, he's loud and boisterous, his many affairs and ekhem...*adventures* with all kinds of humans and hybrids were never hidden, he loved this life; free from any burden and not tied to anything or anyone. Still, after returning to his den after yet another night of goofing around and it sometimes gets his mind to wander, the strange sense of loneliness and sadness he feels is all too much oppressing. He loves this kind of life, wild and free he can do anything he likes! Stealing the tasty drinks from humans that make his head spin, adventuring, fighting bloody battles and sleeping around all he wants and yet he sometimes feels like a major thing is missing from his life. He blames this on him being a family man at heart, he can get angry and bury those feelings all he wants, and yet he knows that deep down he craves to have a mate and family to call his own, a lovely partner to warm his den and a nice bog clutch of eggs sitting all nice and cozy in their designated nest just waiting to hatch and greet their parents. If only....
And it all changes when he sniffs out a lamia. Initially childe thought that you'd be his next conquest for the week; you smelled so delicious, young and fresh and fertile, perfection in his eyes. All the dirty thoughts came to a screeching halt the second he saw you sunning on a patch of grass; you were...breathtaking to say the least, childe swore that if love at first sight existed....it was then and there.
You were laying on your back, your long slick tail curling deliciously, your full breasts and your clear skin littered with glistening scales, you were the definition of a perfect girl for him, the perfect mate and future mother of his pups.
And so began his long and tendious process of courting you, but you being the sweet innocent thing you were, you acted oblivious and shy as if his romantic advances were seen as a mere act of extreme kindness from a 'friend'. It was frustrating for childe to say the least, he wanted to mate with you and claim you as soon as possible but you unknowingly rejected all of his advances and he was loosing precious time! Moreover, he noticed a certain silver haired naga creeping dangerously close to your den, leaving behind freshly hunter animals to show off strength and prowess, skinned furs and a hand-woven wicker basket as if to prove that he'd be the perfect mate and provider for you.
'What a pathetic fucking joke' childe thought as he watched you slowly sliding from your den to shyly greet the big scarred naga in front of you as delivered yet another thick luxurious fur to you, a cooing trill escaping pierro's mouth as if trying to entice you further, and the banger? You actually did.
Childe watched from behind the tree and foliage with a frown as you slithered further from the safety of your den and loser to the silver scaled monster, an answering coo fell from your fanged lips as you accepted the gift from the naga before quickly returning to your cave to add yet another fur to your nest.
After that display Childe knew that he had to act, and he had to act fast before you were snatched right before his very eyes. He couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't! You were his, he noticed you first, he was the first to woo and court you! Not that old geezer! Sure he was much bigger and stronger, had a bigger territory and all of that crap but childe would provide you with a lifetime of adventure! You'd never be bored with him and he's be the best mate and father for your babies! Just you wait.
The very next day he asked you if you wanted to go on a small walk through the woods with him, y'know, just to talk and stuff. He wanted it to be perfect, the day he'll ask you to officially be his mate.
He brought you to a small lovely clearing with a stream cutting through it and wildflowers were in full bloom. Childe could see that you were enamored with the sight and could feel his heart growing with each time you looked back at him...if he only knew.
Childe could practically hear and feel his heart tearing in half and dropping to the bottom of his stomach, the ringing in his ears and the nauseating feeling only prolonging the utter heartbreak, your words replaying in his head like a broken record player.
He knew something was wrong the second he saw your angelic smile drop from your lips when he uttered those wretched words. The small downturn of the corner of your lips transforming quickly into a expression of embarrassed disappointment, combined with the quick movement of your slitted eyes made for a disastrous concoction.
But the true nail to his coffin were your words. You weren't condescending, you weren't angry or furious or even mad; if anything you were sad.
He wasn't the right man for you, you said. Of fucking course you knew about his many trysts, he wasn't a secretive naga, his lifestyle was known to anyone, human or hybrid alike and he was proud of it, always boasting about it with the flavor of the week under his arm but now? He regretted everything.
You wanted safety and stability. You wanted a mate to start a family with, a safe place for you and your pups, you wanted someone clever and smart but with their head firmly on their shoulders. You're absolutely not one to judge, everyone lives their life how they want but how can you expect him of all people to settle down with you and have a family? How do you know if he won't get bored with little old you after a year and seek out someone else? Someone new and more exciting? And besides....you actually were very well aware that he was courting you but were too polite to tell him off so you were just being nice to him, you see him as a friend and not a potential lover. And the best part? You were already courting someone; someone strong and reliable, focused and devoted and you actually lived him....and childe already knew exactly who you meant.
With a barely whispered apology and a broken into pieces heart childe silently slithered back into the wood leaving you behind, the weather seemingly symphatising with him as dark clouds shrouded the sky, the cloud weeping along with him as he drowned his emotions in fire water inside his den. The heavy rain was like war drums for his ears but it was a nice background sound when he was loudly crying in his nest, drunk off of his mind as he kept recalling today's events; the sunny morning, the happy afternoon and your sad quiet words that split his heart in two and the dark cold evening that perfectly reflected his feelings. But could he really blame you? You were perfect in his eyes, kind, considerate and polite, helping out others be it hybrid or even humans, espacially that little old lady living on the edge of the forest that he knew you loved to visit. What you needed was stability and a warm safe place to call home, not endless stupid adventuring that could easily harm you or even endanger you. Childe wasn't perceft by any means, he knew himself but if you really wanted he could try and change himself! Since the last 6 moons you arrived in the forest he stopped the heavy drinking and goofing around, he really could be the ideal man for you and papa of your babies!
....
But now it was all for naught. You rejected him and he wasn't going to harass you and guilt trip you about this, besides if pierro found out he has been fooling around you he's have his head on a pike. All that was left for him now is a broken heart and a half empty bottle of stolen fire water.
If only......
At the very same time pierro was panting heavily with you right next to him, your shaking arms and tail wrapping tightly around him, his silver-blue tail responding to the call of his mate and wrapping snugly around it. As you lied there in his nest, all spend and tired, pierro started to groom you thoroughly, nuzzling and rubbing his head and neck against your, rumbling growls of pleasure and satisfaction are exchanged between the now-mates. Pierro doesn't even dream about leaving you even for a second now that you're his, couldn't even if he tried you with his big pulsing knot deep inside your clenching pussy as you milked him from all his seed, ensuring it will settle deep within your precious womb and create your eggs. He heard about today's events, hell he literally was there, hiding in the shrubs and trying not to laugh at that brat tripping over his words of the shitty confession and your much too gentle rejection. He has been there already when you returned to your den upset, almost on the verge of crying feeling bad for making your friend feel shitty. He was there to comfort you and listen you you rambles and he was the one to passionately kiss you to shut you up before explicitly expressing his utter love and adoration for you, his desire to mate you and father your pups. One thing led to another and well...the rest is history as they say.
The sound of rain lulling you to sleep within the arms of your beloved mate, the deep purrs from his chest calming you as you yawned sleepily, nuzzling pierro's neck and one hand caressing your tummy with the hopes that soon you'll welcome your pups.
Yeah, life is perfect♡
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#yeah....#i have nothing to say or defend myself#please enjoy this monster ;;#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#fatui x reader#genshin impact fatui#genshin impact smut#pierro x reader#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#ajax x reader#pierro smut#childe smut#pierro genshin impact
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The Other Man- Part Three//t.c.
Warnings: sneaking around with others in the house, cheating, smut, cursing, fingering, boob grabbing, drinking, non-censual touching from spouse (not Timmy)
Game night. Each of your husband’s male friends arrived. You painstakingly waited for the one knock that would introduce Timmy on the other side of the door.
Everyone else was there, planted in front of the television eating snacks, drinking beer, and being loud. But still no Timmy. Your heart sank at the thought of him not coming over, after all.
About thirty minutes after the last guy got there, you hopped up at the sound of someone knocking again. It had to be him. You hoped with everything inside of you that it was him.
“Sorry, Amelia insisted that we have dinner together before I left.” Timmy announced to the room as he came in, but you could feel that he was really saying that just for you, so you’d know that he wasn’t late just for the hell of it.
“Oh, it’s okay.” you said, “The game just started.”
“Yeah it has.” he said quietly, just so only you could hear. His fingers grazed the underside of your hand as he walked by you.
Shivers went up your spine, his low, seductive tone struck you. The double meaning behind his statement turned you on. His delicate, passing touch set fire to your core.
Timmy had to make it look good and spend some time with the guys watching the game. You sat there too, between Billy and Timmy. You knew nothing of what was going on in the game or in the room of people around you. All you could sense was the two men on either side of you. Having your lover sitting so innocently on your couch when he fucked you upstairs just days ago in the bed you shared with your husband. You were eating it up.
All of the guys cheered for something that happened on TV. You smiled along, just blending in, to not seem like you weren't paying attention. You noticed one of the bowls on the coffee table was nearly empty. "I'm gonna get more chips." You nonchalantly touched Timmy's leg, as to just get his attention, nothing too touchy. "Need anything from the kitchen, Timmy?"
He looked over at you, his gray shirt pulling a slight green in the light and making his eyes pop. "Oh, no, thanks anyway."
You were disappointed. You wanted him to come into the kitchen with you. At the very least, you wanted to do something from him. Anything to have his attention. “Okay." you stood up, "Be right back then."
"But I'll go get more beer out of the garage if you'll help me." Timmy said. Only you noticed the smirk itching the corners of his lips.
"Yeah, babe, we need more beer." Billy barked, not even taking his attention off the game.
"Alright! Help me in the kitchen first?" you asked, looking at Timmy.
He sighed dramatically, "I guess." He winked at you before getting up and following you to the kitchen.
When no one could see either of you, he tapped you on the ass.
"Hey!" you whisper-screamed.
"Trying to get me in trouble?" he teased, pulling you to him and tucking his arms around you.
"No." you insisted. "I just missed you." You placed your hands on his chest, letting your fingers idly toy with his necklace.
"Awe, but you just saw me yesterday." he cooed, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.
"I know, but still." you persisted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him quickly. "We shouldn't take too long in here." you whispered, letting go of him and grabbing a bag of chips.
You went back out the living room and filled the empty bowl with the chips and then led Timmy out to the garage.
You didn't know which of you was more eager, because you both attacked each other with kisses. He nibbled hungrily on your neck, and you moaned with desire. "Fuck, Timmy." you said under your breath.
"We have to be quick, right?" he asked, out of breath.
"Yeah." you said, almost equally breathless.
He then tucked his finger into the waist of your pants, looking into your eyes for your consent, "This okay?"
"Yes, please." You needed his touch like you needed air to breathe.
With your permission, he slid his hand down into your panties, slipping his fingers between your folds.
"Fuuuck." you moaned as softly as you possibly could. You were wet from his kisses, his touch, hell, just his presence got you wet.
Timmy’s fingers encircled your clit softly while kissing your neck, then sucking on it. His other hand landed on your boob and he kneaded and squeezed it.
You whimpered, biting your lip as needed to keep quiet.
He inserted a finger into you, and pumped it in and out at a steady pace.
“Mmmm.” you moaned, holding onto him firmly.
Your legs were getting weak after a minute, and he could sense it. Timmy picked you up and took you over to the bottom of the stairs. He set you down, then resumed fucking you with his fingers. He pressed and rubbed your clit with his thumb.
You wanted so badly to come, you ravaged his lips with yours, you ran your hands over his body. He was the man you wanted, the man you craved. He was the only one to make you feel this good, inside and out.
You willed yourself to orgasm as Timmy shoved his long fingers inside of you. The short window of time that the two of you had to do this was another added layer of the hotness of it all, this particular encounter especially. He pushed his finger all the way in, curling it upward, fidgeting with your clit at the same time.
"Come for me, Peaches." he said into your ear.
As if on cue from his command, your orgasm raged through your body, making you cry, "Fuck."
Timmy kissed you on the cheek, saying, "I'll grab the beer."
Your pussy was numb afterwards, but you were so nonchalant when you returned to the party, and no one suspected anything.
As the night drew on, your husband got more drunk. You hated it because he would always get handsy with you. Which you didn't want from him, especially not now. Not when you had Timmy for that. Timmy's love was so much better than his.
"Ooh, let's play 'firetruck.'" Billy said, slurring his speech and chuckling. He put his hand on your thigh, moving it up higher and higher.
"Stop it!" you yelled at him, trying to push his hand off of you.
"Nah nah, you gotta say "fire," babe." Not letting up, getting closer to your crotch.
"Oh fuck you, Billy. Cut it out." Now you were getting really uncomfortable, especially with him doing this in front of his friends.
Timmy was looking on, and piped up, "Hey, leave her alone man!"
Billy took his hand off of you. "What was that, Tim?"
"Don't treat a woman like that man, it's not funny. She obviously didn't want you to touch her." Timmy was pissed. You could tell, because you had never heard him raise his voice like that.
Billy stood up, stepping over to Timmy.
Timmy stood up in response to your husband. Now they were face to face.
Your heart started to race. It was a bit of a scary sight. You had no idea where this was going to go. You hoped Billy wouldn't get violent.
"Oh yeah? Well she's my wife, so why don't you just fuck off."
"Doesn't make her your property. She's a person, so treat her with respect." Timmy said firmly, his eyes burning a hole through Billy's head.
One of the other guys, Colson, interrupted and tried to keep the peace. "Hey guys, let's just call it a night. Forget this shit, alright?"
"Yeah man, you're right." Billy said to Colson. But he looked at Timmy, saying, "Maybe next time just mind your own business, yeah?"
Timmy looked at him, then over at you. He shook his head, "No Billy, I can't just condone that kind of behavior. You don't touch someone unless you have their consent," he narrowed his eyes at the other man, mocking Billy's previous words, "whether you're married to them or not. I'm out of here. Have a nice life, Billy."
With that, Timmy left your house. You were terrified that it'd be the last time.
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sunny's year half year in review
because i am all about that self celebration 👏
achievements
🏅 joined a fandom
🏅 got married (🌖)
🏅 made friends (🏮🌺🌋🍜🍀🕊️🦌🧬💤🦎🦭☄️✍️🪨🪶🦚💝🎞️🪄🍞)
🏅 learned new things (📸🪡📑)
🏅 sunnyscrambles
creations
an ongoing amélie dissertation in sentitwin soulmate au. next chapter will be posted on new year's day and will feature art from @moonieratty!
félix and amélie webweaves. my favorites that i've made! all literature is from my graham de vanily reading lists.
ladynoir amv. so many episodes in this. my storage space...
multifandom webweave. the first one i made and still very important to me!
i entered a feverish haze after @nemaliwrites's remixes introduced me to a softer world and the result was Feelings.
my favorite fic i wrote this year. mind the trigger warnings.
recommendations
running in the shadow
i cannot describe how much this fic means to me. i left hundreds of messages during my liveread and i wept all through my comment and my reblog and still it's not nearly enough. it's one of my favorite gifts, one of my favorite fics, and one of my favorite works of art i've ever seen. thank you to @wackus-bonkus-maximus for being a role model, an inspiration, and my first fandom friend.
i love you (for senti-mental reasons)
as the head of the as time goes by pr team, i would be remiss not to recommend something from this series! félix in this universe makes me turn into dynamite. second recommendation is betcha on land (they understand). i'm a big fan of @redundant-lava, you see.
i know there's been pain this year (but it's time to let it go)
what's there not to like about @ninadove's sentitwins? her christmas fic blew me away. i love her creative costume designs, her references to classics and video games, and her accompanying fic art. honorable mentions to la nuit, tous les chats sont gris and everything i did (i did for you).
bon voyage
one of the original highlights of my summer. the dream sequence in chapter four blew my mind. the way this fic was planned to end drives me nuts in the best way.
bell the cat
the single most amazing fantasy au i've read. i'm regularly awed by how incredible it is, and awed by @heartfulselkie's writing, art, and person in general. if i learned how to bind books, this would be at the top of my list. i keep saying it because it's true.
thirteen
our monthly dosage of pain, exquisite backstory exploration, and gorgeous @anna-scribbles prose. i'm always a sucker for pre-canon and this is The fic for adrien pre-canon fans. christmas félix will make me explode.
a rose by any other name
i love everything @asukiess makes but shoutout to loveybug au for being such a fun and creative time for the lovesquare fandom. this fic also comes with the loveyvelours art of all time. the other day i started thinking about kuro neko unprompted. autumn is in my brain...
phoenix félix
this isn't a fic, but i'll never miss a chance to scream about art by @luckychatons. phoenix félix is immortalized in my discord profile picture. i'm blessed to receive secret félix doodles and catsona designs on the down low!
moonie
just scroll through their entire art account. everything they make is an eye feast, and they haven't even posted the half of it. my partner and creative inspiration. the moon to my sun. buy them a coffee for always supporting dead girls club.
#🌃#all of the friends... all of them#decipher my emoji game and win a prize#miraculous ladybug#mostly#no need to interact with this post if you were tagged i just want you to know i genuinely adore your work and wish to#shout it off the rooftops at all times#my self indulgent post turned into a friend gushing post which i think is a pretty accurate yearly summary 🤣
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A Diamond in The Rough
SFW (Yandere!Loki x Plus Size!Reader)
Part 2
If you are uncomfortable with yandere content do not proceed with this post
There's an intense pressure present in the air between you and Loki as you two sat across from each other in a cafe near his apartment, one of his chose of course. A soft thanks to the cashier sends them rushing back to the counter from the awkward silence.
You let out a yawn as Loki pulls out his phone probably typing away to one of his business partners. Or maybe was it his mother? Insulting you no less about the outfit you chose today while she tells him that he worries too much.
You're chewing your lip at the thought when Loki sighs, "Despite this being only a simple cafe I'd aspect some decorum from you."
"You call me after a week of silence and start with an underhanded insult how very like you," you roll your eyes and pick up the drink scrunching your nose up at the smell. "This is not what I ordered."
"Of course, I had them replace it with something more fitting." Loki smiles to himself as he takes a sip from his drink. "But in my defense you were the one who cut off contact with me"
Great. You place the drink down and take a deep breath, "Do you remember anything before that?"
"Other than being a gentleman and all around perfect boyfriend? Nothing."
Leaning into the table tou talk in a low tone to not catch the attention of anyone in the cafe. "Loki, I'm not in a joking mood. I meet one of your business partners for the first time and you tell them I'm you're assistant? Are you that much of an asshole? Do you not respect me."
"You were not looking up to par when we met," Loki shrugs. "Don't worry I'll clear everything up once we fix a few things."
"What things?"
"Well." He waves a hand at you. "While my family and I are accepting of how you look I can't really say others will. But dear just know I only say this from the bottom of my heart, I care.
Your face feels hot as you hold back tears, "Loki, am I some kind of embrassment to you. Do you even love me? Hell do you even like me? What was the point of us even being together."
Loki's cold slender hands offer no little comfort as he pets your cheek, "You my love are the most precious jewel to me. And as so you must be polished so the world can see it too. Don't you agree? I'm simply doing my best to give you the life you deserve, you should be grateful."
Grateful. Maybe he's right, he bought you expensive gifts. Treats you nicely, introduced you to his parents despite your lower status. It makes sense to try and form yourself into something worth his time. But what about those nights where he said he loved you just as you were. Kissing your scars, tracing your stretchlines... Was that all a lie?
You're gentle when you remove his hand from your cheek and offer a small smile. "Yes, let me be grateful for everything you've done for me. Starting with this drink here."
Picking up the cold drink you take off the lid and drop the contents on his head, making sure it poured down onto his expensive suit. You stand pulling out your wallet and tossing the emergency card he given you. "Loki Laufeyson, I never want to see your face again. We're done, fuck you and fuck whatever this was."
The chair scratches at the tile as you stand and ignore the chatter from the other cafe guests but Loki grabs at your wrist before you can pull away.
Wiping away the hair sticking on his face and you're hit with his bright green eyes with an intensity you’ve never seen before. "You're making a big mistake, darling. If you say sorry I might still forgive you."
It's a struggle to get out of his grip but you yank your arm free, feeling the pain from his tight grip. "I don't need forgiveness I just want you to be gone from my life."
You walk out the cafe feeling vindicated clutching your bag and refusing to look back. But the throb of your wrist and the look Loki gave you leaves an unsettling feeling in your heart.
#yandere#loki x reader#yandere loki laufeyson#chubby reader#plus size reader#yandere insert#reader insert#x reader#self insert#i write i cri
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I'm really bad at talking to people and much worse at talking at people, but I am trying to give you attention and praise just a bit here so sorry if being so direct comes off as rude. Anyway,
I don't know who the fuck you are or where you came from, it's like you were always here and were always interacting with the people in the spheres I interact with and I just didn't notice you until recently due to an inability to remember names or something. But now that I'm following you it's like you've always been saying things that I've been trying to say for so long, and Jesus fucking Christ is that cathartic.
So. Like. I just wanted you to know that not only do I agree with a lot of your posts, but you post things in such a way that makes me think about why and how you're saying things that leads me to learn new things I didn't even know I could want to be agreeing with, if that makes sense! I think your confidence is awe inspiring, and I hope you keep posting so I can keep learning about you and the ideas you discuss. Even your shitposts are golden and are inspirational for many unique reasons.
My only regret is that I didn't follow you sooner!!
Thank tou from the depyth of mty very being! Honey, there's nothing a fellow proletariat can say to me that would turn me away from you. I love all the workers of the world and you, sugar, are one of them!
I just hope and wish everyone else can see as you do!
Fair seas and following winds dear comrade!
Shouls you choose to accept it, an Order of Hazel to you ‼️ 🥇
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Soni💖 you can answer in public. I wanted your view on L and H during pre and post 1D. Do you think a lot has changed since then? In terms of freedom? Because in 1D Louis had babygate stunts (pap walks) and he still does now (doc). In 1D Harry had to stunt with 10000 women and now he still does that too. He kissed Emma Ostilly and Taylor Swift in 2012 and in 2023 he kissed Emily ratcowski. So to me it kind of seems like they’re still stuck in the loop. But at the same time Harry gets to express himself more (in a gay way) but Louis still hasn't got the freedom (or maybe he just doesn’t want it). And whenever I ask larrie blog about the contract situation pre and post 1D, they tell me that during 1D these stunts were forced bc of a contract (and image clause) and post 1D (solo) it’s their 'choice' (in the sense that no one is forcing them anymore by contract). But the stunts are still the same and that’s why I don't believe that H and L are as free as people make them out to be. Finally, do tou think these stunts are part of a contract (solo or old 1D one)? Because both L and H still have a certain image and closet to uphold.
Thank you, have a great day!💖
okay so, first of all back in the band, they weren't exactly fighting one thing. yes they were definitely fighting the closet, but they had to fight for two (or maybe more) people at the same time, all the while also having to navigate multiple other contracts and fame in general. all of them were kids with families who had little to no background or idea of the industry and everything was knew to them. however now with the solo careers, they're only fighting for themselves, in a way and i think that helps a lot too. the stunts are still the same because it's textbook pr and it's not only harry and louis who have to do it, there's multiple celebrities stunting for pr and it's all the same formula and strategy. however, as i've always said, i think now with their solo careers, it's a bit of a give and take kind of negotiation and transaction. in the sense that they probably say something like "okay fine i'll go out with that person and be spotted but then you don't get to bother me for months and i get to release a very queer anthem sounding song".
as for harry and louis expressing their identities, they're two completely different people with completely different ways of expressing their queer identities. while it may seem that harry is being extra gay because of his fashion choices, while louis isn't, that's absolutely not the case at all and we need to stop thinking about this from a stereotypical point of view. i've spoken on my blog multiple times about just how loud louis is and how it amazes me just how far he's come and how hard he's fought back. louis is someone who knows his queer history and he uses that knowledge to give a nod to his own identity, while harry uses fashion to do that. moreover, let's never forget how louis was basically the first 1d member proudly wear a rainbow, when he wore the rainbow apple logo shirt in support of tim cook
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Hashirama doesn't attend meetings as the heir. As such, Tobirama is his substitute. His father says its better this way, as he'll be Hashirama's heir one day. He says he may as well learn how to now.
Tobirama doesn't mind the extra responsibility. In fact, he finds it fun. He gets insight into how the clan is run, and he is able to help it run smoothly.
His father catches him up late at night, scrolls laid out across his desk. He sets a hand on his head and urges him to bed. "Even Yosan-no-Mikoto* needs his rest."
Tobirama preens at the smile in his voice, and the bubbling amusement in his chakra. He fights off his own grin and obeys.
He likes filling in as heir, right by his father's side.
He does not like being alone.
His father steps out for a moment, just a moment, to see what the head mednin is summoning him for.
The elders lunge at the opportunity, though only their chakra shows it. They all know how vulnerable he is without guidance.
"Is something the matter, Tobirama-sama?," Elder Kyo questions, his eyes relaxed and posture betraying nothing.
Tobirama keeps his eyes down, focused on the scroll in his hands. "Not at all, Kyo-sama."
"You seem rather tense. Have you been training too hard?"
Inhaling slowly through his nose, he prepares himself. "Of course. As the future heir, I must push myself beyond my limits. If I am to serve the clan-"
"We all know you could care less about the clan, Oni," Kyo interrupts, linking his fingers together. "Come now, you can be honest. It's all for him, isn't it?"
Ah. This again. He sighs and shuts his eyes.
"I live to serve the clan, which includes my father-"
"Your wielder, you mean."
"Oh leave him be, Kyo." Elder Sota comes to his rescue, though likely just to spare him the embarrassment rather than out of any respect for him.
"Of course he's going to value Butsuma-sama over the clan, he's his consort on everything but paper."
Tobirama jolts, eyes widening at the statement. He presses his tongue to the back of his teeth, trying to keep his hands still and his mouth shut.
After a beat, the elders chuckle at the 'joke'.
"Perhaps that's why he's so tense today," Elder Takahiko surmises, a wry grin on his face. "Wasn't it the anniversary of something yesterday?"
Tobirama lowers his head slowly, shoulders hunching. The ink on the scroll blurs in his vision, the symbols swimming.
"Aa, of his marriage with That Woman. Knowing him, he probably drank himself half to death and took it out on his poor son," Elder Fuguraka contributes, "The head medic is right outside, perhaps you should ask him for a healing, hm, Tobirama-sama?"
Tobirama's lips part. He forces himself to speak. "N.. No, I'll be.. fine. I'm.."
"What was that, Tobirama-sama? You'll have to speak up. You see, our ears have gone bad in our old age."
Tobirama's face begins to feel hot. He balls his fists in the fabric of his hakama pants. He can feel tears welling up in his eyes.
He bows his head to the table, squeezing his eyes shut. "I-I..! I am well!", he insists, louder. "I-I must t-thank your ven-venerable selves for your concern..!"
"Oh, so polite. What did Butsuma do to ingrain that lesson into your head? You're on your knees so often, thanking everyone around you. Do you do that for your Tou-chan, too?"
Tobirama chokes on his breath, pursing his lips and shaking his head. "Y-You're mistaken, K-Kyo-sama! Chichi-ue is a v-very respectable man, h-he would not stoop to-"
"You don't have to lie. We've all seen you walk in here with bruises beneath your collar. Is he rough with you? Do you like it?"
Tobirama grits his teeth, shame burning through his entire body.
"I-I..!"
"I think we're done here."
Tobirama's head whips up and around to face the door. He can't make out much other than his silhouette, but he can sense who it is.
"B-Butsuma-sama!," Elder Takahiko laughs, "You're back, so soon!"
Tobirama lets out a noise that must sound like a dying kitten.
"Yes.", his father intones lowly, gathering the scrolls on the table and rolling them up. "And I will be taking my leave with my son. We will discuss these.. accusations of yours at a later date. Alone."
"I assure you, it was all in jest," Kyo attempts. "We-"
"I've heard enough. To insult my name behind my back is one thing, but to bring my son into it? I'm disappointed in all of you." His jaw is set and his gaze is firm.
"I leave for one moment to attend to what could have been an urgent matter, and your first reaction is to make my son out to be a whore. I believe we have some boundaries we need to discuss."
His father sets a hand on his shoulder. "Up. We're going home."
Relieved to be out of this situation, he scrambles to his feet, tailing his father's heels.
They walk in silence for a long time.
"Do not let them talk to you that way," his father says quietly after a while.
"..Hai, Chichi-ue," he agrees easily, his mind swimming with their words.
He nearly runs straight into his back with how quickly his father stops. He turns to face him.
A hand grasps his chin.
"You don't seem to understand. Do not let them talk to you that way," he growls, his chakra swimming with anger.
Tobirama's breath catches in his throat and he focuses his vision on his chin, tense.
"You are my second son, the next heir. You are a higher ranking as you are now than they will ever be. They must fear you. You are mine, and they cannot speak to you in such a derogatory manner."
He tries not to let out any sort of pathetic noise, but with his father's chakra so close to him radiating so intensely, he can hardly focus. He catches that he is his father's, and not much else. He clings to that knowledge.
After he does not respond for too long, his father softens. His hand moves from his chin to his cheek. His chakra retracts.
"You're too overwhelmed to hear me much right now. I'll tell you again later. Let's go home."
Tobirama nods quickly, trying not to lean into his touch. He tells himself he doesn't miss his chakra spreading out so harshly, and that he didn't enjoy how intense it felt.
He follows his father home, and when he's dismissed, collapses onto his bed.
Every time the memories of what the elders said resurface, he pushes them down by smothering them with the lingering sensation of his father's chakra.
Chestnuts and persimmons.
Is he rough with you?
Do you like it?
#.txt#dont look at me#is this anything#butsutobi#dadson#*Yosan-no-Mikoto is supposed to be like. god of budgeting#writing#by me
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Catching the Record of Lodoss War OVAs on some channel's "animidnight" block was a formative experience for young me, and its design choices were scarred into my mind as the fundamental fantasy aesthetic. Which, uh, didn't exactly make me an odd one out anywhere because it hews closely to the ISO fantasy mold (and indeed helped make the mold).
"Record of Lodoss War" (I'm using quotes to indicate the literal phrase) is one of those odd-ball translation choices that ended up being iconic, just ever so slightly nonsensical, it stuck in the minds of kids like me that watched it young. A transliteration of the Japanese is Lodoss-tou Senki. -tou just means island; "senki" could credibly be translated as (and this may shock you) 'war record'. It's a specific term in Japanese that refers to the record an officer or attached scribe kept of the battles a military force took part in ("battle chronicle" is also a good translationand by metonymy is used for "military history"). As you might imagine, it's still popular in manga and novel names.
It started out as, not quite a novel, but a "RePlay", a record of the events of a table top RPG campaign, published in a magazine (Comptiq focused on computer games, but apparently content was content, and Lodoss got hugely popular). The mid-eighties predecessor to Critical Role, basically. It did really well, which makes sense, given that the dungeon master and the players were all published writers (the DM would publish what's called the first domestic Japanese high fantasy novels, Rune Soldier, in the same setting). It started out in D&D, but would also be played in Tunnels and Trolls and RuneQuest. In 1989, they ended up publishing their own set of rules, called Record of Lodoss War Companion, and later, Swordworld RPG (2.5edition came out in 2018!).
A series that was inspired and distilled a lot of the concepts that were and would remain popular in high fantasy settings in both Japan and America and then probably inspired another generation of iterations when the anime came back to America.
Some day maybe I'll watch the anime again, it finally got an English Blu-Ray remaster in 2017. I've read the manga and some of the novelizations in the mean time and, to be honest, they were pretty middle of the road, nostalgia notwithstanding.
Thank you for reading my ramble that was intended to be a short introduction to a short video game review.
A 2D exploration platformer with RPG elements (levels, stats, different bows and weapons to equip).
Briefly: a beautiful game. No flaws, but nothing that stands out either.
This game is beautiful. If you like the pixel aesthetic at all, I think you'll also love it. Critical hit in my visual sensibilities. It looks like Symphony of the Night looks in my nostalgia painted memories. The only note: it doesn't exactly take any risks, design wise, but if it did, that wouldn't be very true to the source material would it?
The music works.
Combat is pretty fun, if a bit easy. There are seven elements, you get wind and fire options for your basic attacks, and spells and special bows for the rest. Swapping elements changes your resistances too. The different types of weapons (long sword, knife, two-handed, spear, and throwing) offer some variety, as do the attractive designs. That said, for a melee based game like this, I prefer slightly more technical and challenging combat. Hollow Knight's a good example of my sweet spot, and Blasphemous is also well in my strike zone.
Movement is basically okay. You have to feel like a badass when you leave an after image trailing behind you. The wind element comes with the ability to hover (move slowly in mid air at up to your maximum jump height above ground or water), and they do a couple fun things with that. Other than that, it's all pretty straight-forward, which is a little disappointing.
They do some fun occasional fun puzzles with the archery.
Individual room design was fun sometimes, but the overall map design was lackluster. Yet another victim of the trend where leadership says, "Adding metroidvania tag increases sales, so do it," and design can only respond, "If we take a linear game, fold the map up in a spiral, and occasionally make you back track, that makes a fun exploration experience right?" It's been done worse but it's still not great.
This sort of game tends not to have a lot of story, but what there was was pretty good. One of those cases where the writers have a "twist" in mind, but did not intend for the player to be confused about it at all, just the character. The dramatic irony still makes the pay off satisfying.
It took me about 12 hours to 100%. It's on PC for 20$, which might be worth it. The Switch and PS4 versions are full price games, which is faintly baffling for a game so short, no matter how pretty and nostalgic.
And that's why I've shared so many words with my dash over what's ultimately a decent game; because of the anchor its series dropped in my heart in childhood.
Thank you for reading.
#original#review#words#long post#record of lodoss war#steam says I've got 33 hours in it but that's because of a couple times I closed the game but steam didn't think I did#I replayed symphony of the night and super metroid recently (ugh... holy shit... a few years ago now)#to see if they held up as the gold standards of the nonlinear exploration platformers that they are in my mind#and they absolutely were; it's no wonder at all that they created a genre themselves#if only more movies and books from my childhood followed that trend#since I can't mention the 'metroidvania that shouldn't have been one' without thinking about the worst example of it:#dust an elysian tail would've been an okay beat 'em up game; adding the most lackluster 'metroidvania' elements possible just made it worse#everybody needs to take more inspiration from games like axiom verge and hollow knight#I hope tumblr's recent spurt of transmisogyny doesn't burn it down around us; where else will I be able to post this kind of nonsense?#and then ramble about it in the tags after?#after I posted this I clicked my record of lodoss war tag: it is 90% cute pictures of deedlit#and in every other one I also explain the translation of the title again 😂
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none of the emojis from the wip ask game fit exactly with what i want to ask, which is that if you have even the tiniest crumb of anything to say about the more things change i will feast until the end of my days >.>
Apologies for how long it took to answer this, but the levels of Catholic guilt this ask triggered (I say as someone who is not remotely Catholic) were so substantial that I dug out my old jump drive with all the TMTC files on it so that I could find a snippet for you.
The Telltale Heart moment aside, it is...bewildering in a lovely way that people still remember TMTC. Even though it's been *checks ff.net* oh Lord, almost 11 years since I touched it? I genuinely can't tell you how flattering that is, because this fic is still very dear to me, which I know is probably counterintuitive given all the dust and cobwebs that have gathered on it.
The radio silence is a combination of life stuff and the fact that I had the story plotted out when I started, and even had a decent portion of the ending written--and the fic as it exists now at chapter 24 went off the rails from that plan at least two chapters back, lol. A lot of what ended up happening in the fic means that what I had planned couldn't happen now, either because it'd be OOC or the circumstances just aren't possible. A lot of the relationships have changed too, and it kind of got to the point where I got so annoyed with having to basically scrap the whole final slice of the fic and start over that I put it on hold for a bit...and then here we are. ^_^;;
I don't want to get anyone's hopes up and promise that it'll be finished soon, but I also don't want to leave it unfinished forever. I can say that I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I have a lot more written of the new ending than I thought I did, so finishing it might not be impossible.
In the meantime, though, as thanks for still remembering my abandoned child fic, have a blurb of Naomi trying to restrain herself from beating Leo to death in the hospital for being a stubborn idiot:
“Why did you jump between us, then? When tou-chan drew that sword?”
“I told you, it was instinct.”
“And you knew you could protect me.”
Leo nodded again, and I fought down a grin; he’d set me up just like I’d wanted him to. “Well, then maybe you can understand why I’m confused. I’m having a little trouble reconciling the fact that you knew you could protect me with your idea that leaving is supposedly the best way you can keep us safe.”
“Just because I can protect you doesn't mean I want to make it necessary; if I stay away, the trouble does too.”
It was not appropriate to throttle a hospital patient, I reminded myself, but I was going to win this argument one way or another. “People get hurt; that’s life. If your benchmark for successfully protecting someone is that they never get hurt, you're always going to fall short because no one can guarantee that. I know it’s what we’d all prefer, but we can’t keep the people we love from ever getting hurt. Things are always going to happen that we can’t prevent. You’re setting a standard for yourself that no one could reach, Leo, and I don’t know why you’d want to do that to yourself. I'm fine, my father's fine, and if we're ever not fine, it won't be because of something you did or didn't do. I don't want to be kicked out of your life just because you've suddenly decided you're too dangerous to be around.”
Leo closed his eyes for a second, then looked up at me, mouth hard. “Maybe I don’t want another person to protect.”
For a few seconds I just sat there, listening to the squeak of shoes in the hallway and someone's voice buzzing on the overhead speaker, waiting for—something. For Leo to say he didn't mean it, for my stomach to stop dropping, for it to somehow make sense how Leo had gone from telling me we'd been a safe place to saying we were a burden he didn't want.
He didn't say anything. He just sat there, eyes on mine and not giving an inch.
I'd have believed he really meant it if it wasn't for the way his hands were fisted in his blanket, the knuckles standing out sharp and white. Something April had said in our conversation the other day floated into my mind.
“I'm…look, I don't want to sound insulting by saying this, but I'm glad you care enough to ignore Leo when he told you he was too dangerous to be around. I don't know how much he's told you, but he did the same thing to me once, except it was in the middle of us running after being attacked. It was in my home, and my friends who were being attacked, and Leo still told me it was their fight, not mine. That's just Leo—he accepts danger to himself but doesn't realize that in his efforts to protect others, he's being insulting by implying no one else might accept that danger too. But he never tried that with me again, so he really can learn; just hang in there.”
From the sound of things, Leo had just tried to get her to leave, rather than making it sound like he wanted her out of his life. I knew this was probably some idiotic belief that it'd keep me safe, as if doing so would somehow make Karai forget about me and tou-chan. And maybe it should have warned me about how serious Leo thought the danger was. Maybe it should have made me listen, especially since I had evidence of how willingly Karai would resort to violence right in front of me.
What it actually did was piss me off.
If that was how he wanted it, fine. I shoved my chair back as I stood up, reaching for my purse and my temper. “Good.”
Leo's eyelids flickered. “Good?”
“Yes, good.” I leaned into his space, bracing my hand on the bed beside his shoulder, because if he was going to hear me about anything, it was going to be this. “You know why? Because I don’t remember ever asking you to protect me. That's not what I'm here for. The sentiment—that you don’t want to see me get hurt—that’s nice, really, but the way you go about it…” I shook my head, ignoring the fact that when I was this close, I could see flecks of blue in his eyes; this was not the time, dammit. “I'm going assume it's the drugs making you forget that you don't get to decide for me what risks I'll take. And since you apparently haven't figured it out yet, you're about a week too late to try and cut us off, because Karai already knows about us. You leaving isn't going to magically make her forget where she found us.”
I bit my tongue before I went any further. There was a line between making my point and trying to hurt Leo back, and implying that we were in danger from the minute Karai realized we might be important to Leo was charging right over that line. “You can’t fight life, Leo. You can’t stop every bad thing from happening to the people around you. I guess the real question is whether or not you can accept that, or if you'd rather not let anyone in ever because they might get hurt.”
I walked out, trying to ignore the way the nurse at the desk dropped her eyes to her computer and pretended to look busy. That was fine. I didn't want anyone looking at me right now anyway.
"Maybe I don’t want another person to protect."
In Leo's head, that was probably some sort of sign that he really did care, to the point that he was willing to burn all his bridges and make me mad enough to write him off for good so long as it kept us out of the line of fire.
But maybe part of him had meant it. I could tell Leo had meant it when he'd admitted how important the dojo was, how important it was to him to have somewhere where he didn't have any obligations. Maybe he'd wanted it to stay that way, for us to not turn into more people he had to keep safe, for us to just keep being a slice of normal for him to visit once in a while. He'd said it before, when he told us about Karai, that he couldn't be responsible for anyone else.
Except of all the things I'd learned about Leo, it was that protecting was what he did when he cared. So what did it say that he didn't want to add us to the list?
#eleven YEARS this fic has been sitting there i cannot believe#i mean i can but geez#self-flagellation aside the fact that people still remember this fic has me so 🥺🥺🥺 i'm not even kidding#also if anyone is understandably not convinced of the likelihood of me finishing this someday & wants the sparknotes version of how it ends#hit me up; i'd be glad to share
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it's so interesting for me to hear that houses localization changed the script to vilify(?word?) the church bc when i played the game (i recently finished my first and so far only playthrough in lions route) for the first half of the game i was waiting for the shoe to drop to reveal the church is the big bad guys but it never came and the revealed was actually ed. idk if it should have been obvious but i was too focused on suspecting the church to see it or if it was actually subtle as i tend to be oblivious to hints(¿word again?) given in media lol.
idk where im going with this but i hope it makes at least some sense bc i am so sleep deprived rn
and the thing tou said about Henry being changed i am so curious of that too
hope you have a nice day and better sleep than me!
I'll answer the last part first since the rest is more descriptive.
Basically Henry went to Wizard School (tee em) and it was a cool and great experience. In JP, it was... iirc basically close to torture/hellish? It was a more mature situation/topic, but the loc changed it to be silly and fun sounding. For some reason Treehouse in particular seems deeply if not fatally allergic to mature topics and/or properly handling them.
Thank for about the sleep comment and I assure you, I sleep too often!! I wish I could send you some of my sleep and make it extra quality for you. :(
As for Three Houses, yeah, in AM it doesn't really happen that way. Nobody is really vilified (not even the imperialist warmonger invading neutral lands!) in AM (same with AG in Hopes).
What you saw/understood was the whole point! It was made it look at first like the Church was suspicious, but then the reveal was meant to be no, it was a fellow house leader all along. That was what the red herring part about the Church was all about. You were supposed to suspect the Church at first, hence Jeralt's warnings, and if you're playing GD, Claude's suspicions.
Unfortunately what happens in the other routes, especially in CF, is that Rhea's trauma is never explored, no characters stop to understand her motivation, etc. She's just used as the resident bad guy because she's Edelgard's enemy. Basically, you're seeing it from the point of view that Rhea is bad because you see it from Edelgard's perspective... but it fails to work because the game, in particular the localization, amps Edelgard up as a huge progressive hero. AM is the only route that really confronts her about her "views", and even then, it's a mess because all the things she argues with Dimitri about aren't her end goal (i.e. they don't ever end up actually happening in the vast capacity she claims she's going to do).
About Edelgard:
The localization avoids any particularly negative comments about her and changes or outright removes them (true of Hopes as well). In Dimitri's case it would make sense because of their connection, but when it ends up just being another route in the pile of feeling sorry for Edelgard (and... not Rhea, who had her family massacred and their bones turned into weapons), it just feels stale.
They basically tell you Edelgard is very cute and easily embarrassed, and she's just this headstrong progressive woman fighting For The People (tee em). The truth is (as per the game itself, i.e. content they can't change/localized because it's the contents of the game itself) that she's invading innocent lands, conscripting her own citizens, turning her citizens into demonic beasts to add to her military strength (lelz when u can't even rely on ur nation's own military strength without demonic beasts), and victim blaming anyone who fights back (if you have yet to see the extremely infamous "no u" line from Edegard to Dimitri in CF, you've been blessed) among other things.
They basically shove it down your throat, characters and narrative both (in the loc in particular), that Edelgard is good and just, while the story itself is looking at all that like ???. The JP script still tries to take good care of her and her image, but they're a lot more blunt about her/her goals (i.e. they don't dance around them nearly as much).
The localization showers what she does with love and attention, and even when they have to say she's the problem/aggressor, they still pretty it up as much as possible (such as Dimitri wondering if maybe her vision of society could possibly be just and righteous, instead of outright admitting what she's done is absolutely atrocious when it's way worse than anything he ever did, all of which he admits to doing and takes responsibility for).
The JP version is more clear on her being the villain. There's definitely bias toward her (as the writers were, confirmed by an interview), but it doesn't slap you in the face with it nearly as badly. Also, Dimitri has won a character popularity poll every year since the game's inception in Japan. In the west, Edelgard is much more popular than she is in the east. That, of course, is because of the way the loc pushed the writing for her/about her.
Edelgard's "progressive" stuff is supposed to be just propaganda (which is ultimately, even as per the western endings because there's only so much they can change). The way the loc frames it is that it's actually what she's aiming for. It's what she uses to inspire people to fight for her though, not what she's actually doing.
About Rhea:
This one's the real doozy because it's a victim of the above. Since they wanted to pretty up Edelgard's dialogue and make her A Hero (tee em), they needed whoever her main enemy was to be the "villain". Since Edelgard, now popular because of the tweaks in her dialogue, hated and wanted to kill Rhea, so too did her raging fans who gave no fucks whatsoever about any character who opposed her... even if it was just to save their own life!
They changed the tone of Rhea's voice in the loc to make her more angry and villainous sounding, rather than sad or kind. She was basically altered in the loc to make Edelgard look better. Like, of course, in the perspective of playing a villain in CF, she's the bad guy and the enemy. The problem comes when they have Rhea say things that are more aggressive than in the original script, and change her tone to sound demeaning and vicious (when she was otherwise not or not as much).
But like, why? The only reason any of us can think of is because they wanted to market Edelgard more. This is likely a result of the west's views and especially political views, since Edelgard's pretty words would sound good to a westerner's political beliefs... until you dig into them/the actual story content more.
Rhea also being the head of a Church probably got tweaked because of the west's recent irl views on religion. Religion in the west has been looked poorly upon in recent years. Instead of accepting this is just a fictional game though, the loc team just... pushed that they're Really Bad.
Rhea is more of a victim of them needing someone to be worse than Edelgard to make Edelgard look like less of a villain (which again, this isn't the case in the original script nearly as much), and they couldn't use Thales/the Agarthans because you were allied with them in that route.
The other characters vs Rhea as a villain choice:
The goal wasn't to make a playable lord a villain in the loc's case. It was the intention of the original script with Edelgard, but the loc tried to make her actions sound more justified because ??? like idk, I can't wrap my head around them justifying what she does.
Dimitri isn't handled too badly by the narrative itself and he's overall seen as a good person (even the loc didn't alter that or Edelgard's ablest mentality toward a mentally unwell person), so he wasn't really a good candidate for all that. Also, Dimitri's story is one of recovery, and because they ventured into mental illness, he wasn't a good candidate. He was treated well and pretty fairly (Edelgard not treating him particularly well makes sense with her character, but the narrative itself doesn't push him as being a monstrous person. Even in the time he considers that he was, there's depth, logic and complexity to the situation).
Claude being the main bipoc character would have just been an all around disaster if the loc or even original script tried to make him the top villain, yadda yadda (understandably). There was no chance that was going to go over well, especially in the west (have you seen the shitstorm GW caused? And that was with the writing not considering him a villain!!). He was basically safe from the get go as far as villainy if they writers/localizers didn't want serious backlash (there are discussions about the overall treatment of poc characters in Houses/Hopes, but I can guarantee it would've been legit backlash if he was made to be a genuinely and intentionally horrible person, so that wasn't really an option if they wanted this game to actually sell and be enjoyed).
So since Rhea isn't playable and is the head of a Church, that kind of makes her the only candidate. Players will get attached to the other lords and not like killing them, so it won't feel like a badass victory to kill them. I guess for some reason the loc team just... hated Rhea or something?
Dimitri's death in CF is either extremely sad and garners audience sympathy, or in the other version of his death in CF it's clear his mentally stability is starting to break right before he's killed, which in and of itself is another topic. Claude is either free to go by choice of the player or can be killed, and his death is sad and he's not villainized. Aside from how some characters treat Claude's death (in contrast to Dimitri's which is never outright villainized even by Edelgard), the scene meant for the player at the time it happens is supposed to leave a bad taste in your mouth.
So again, it really just leaves the loc team with the option of Rhea if they want to make the final battle seem like a big victory for the player. VW also has its big happy victory, and surprise surprise, Rhea dies in that route (offscreen no less!).
SS kills off Rhea but actually makes it sad, and it's, you know, actually the route that focuses on her/the Church most. AM doesn't kill her off and doesn't treat any character death as a badass victory, and instead gives a bittersweet ending (which again would be in line with Dimitri's connection to Edelgard, and it only feels botched down because of all routes obsessing over her).
So while, technically, the writing in the JP script wasn't trying to make Rhea as bad as the western version of the game, if the loc wanted to go for that, she was the best option. It just... came at the expense of butchering her character to make Edelgard shine, which shouldn't have been done but it was.
#DCB Ask#sorry this got pretty long. my thoughts are kinda. all over the place a lot lol. and I'm bad with expressing my thoughts in few words#this might be a liiittle discoursey for anyone not interested in that stuff#which sadly the loc changes ARE part of what had a hand in the discourse so it's#unfortunately a bit unavoidable when discussing loc changes and whatnot#but also like... what is discourse at this point? ppl seem to think discourse is just#any negative comment ever about the game/loc? like. idk lol#not sure how the truth is discourse but at this point I think it's bc the game has been#such a problem overall in the west that any negativity around it whatsoever is viewed by most as discourse#like I could say I don't like xyz character and here's why and if it's a certain character in particular (of a few)#then it's automatically considered discourse and not just someone's opinion on a game's writing/story?#but really any negative thing ever about Edelgard is considered discourse because like... it's a fucking mess lol#and well we primarily have the loc to thank for that mess so... it's hard to avoid when discussing the loc#anyway here is my resident ASHNARD comment of the week#you can have a villain just like Edelgard - identical even (cough Ashnard) - and if you handle it right#there's no need for discourse bc everyone's on the same page about the character!#but thaaaat's not what happened here bc pretty lady step on me loc/writer mentality. :(
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Hi, for the title prompts😊
"Made with love, not skill"
So cute 🥺 this one is very wholesome ✨
Shisui-nii was good at a lot of things.
He was faster than anyone else, Tou-san said that Shisui-nii would've given his old (everyone he knew was old, because Tou-san was also old) friend Minato a run for his money. Which Ino thought was a really good 'saying'; she'd bet on Shisui-nii to win in any race, too.
He was also really strong. When Ino did her Katas, trying to make Shisui-nii move was like trying to move the ground. When Ino hit him, he always shifted so that she could throw as much force behind it without hurting herself. She'd seen him sparring a lot too, with Tou-san and with Tenzo-kun and with Yua-nee a few times, out in the fields and away from Kaa-san's precious flowerbeds. It was so fast that Ino often couldn't follow the attacks at all, but it always ended up with the other thanking Shisui-nii, and he'd flip it into a compliment on them, and Ino knew he'd won as usual.
In fact, there was very little her brother couldn't do.
He helped Kaa-san with plotting and planting and at the shop, he helped Ino with any of all of her homework, he helped Tou-san at work and he helped Tenzo-kun braid his hair. He helped when they made dinner and Tou-san and Kaa-san never worried over leaving Shisui-nii with the stove - like they did for Ino - so she knew he was good at it.
"Shisui-nii is the best," Ino declared at lunchtime. "There's nothing he can't do!"
Shika-kun squinted across at her with one dark eye, hands behind his head, and then heaved a sigh. Even if he'd wanted do, he wouldn't have challenged Ino's claim; Shisui-nii helped Shika-oji all the time, which meant he was both smart and important - duh! - and he was quiet enough not to disturb the Nara Clan's afternoon naptime.
Chouji-kun didn't say anything but, perhaps sensing that Ino needed something to work with, nodded along. This was why he was the best boy in their year.
Sakura giggled at her, nodding as well but much more enthusiastically and, really, she was Ino's best friend for a reason. Her big brain and loyalty were more than-
Sasuke-kun didnt know what was good for him though.
"Huh! Shisui is my cousin, idiot, but my Itachi-nii is even cooler!"
He really hadn't liked it when Ino triumphantly pointed out that her brother was his brother's senpai, so Itachi-kun agreed with Ino that Shisui-nii was better.
Really, was there anything Shisui-nii couldn't do? He'd even - kinda - shown stupid Sasuke up!
"Imouto, can you-"
They were in the garden again, on one of those blissfully sunny days when it was just cloudy enough to keep Kaa-san from muttering about Ino getting sunburned again. Thankfully, Shisui-nii had a super secret (ANBU, although Ino wasn't supposed to know about them) jutsu so she didn't have to keep reapplying sunscreen.
They were making flower crowns, legs crossed and chatting easily as they went, and everything was perfect. Really, one of Ino's favourite kind of days.
Well-
"You dropped the stems again," Ino leaned over her brother's attempt and pouted at the sight.
Shisui-nii even had his special Sharingan out, the ones that were curled like a Shuriken star, which meant he was really desperate.
"I can see what the problem is," he muttered back, looking a little stressed. "But they just won't stop dropping." As if listening to him, the four daisies he had managed to keep together began to slide apart. "Fu-fuhhhh.....!"
"You can say 'fuck', you know. Anko-nee says it all the time."
"Imouto-!"
Shisui-nii could do absolutely anything he set his mind to.... Except make flower crowns.
Ino still wore the ruined daisies, though.
After all, her brother made it.
#MY FEELINGS#torship#torship talks#ask#anon#title prompts#prompt game#shisui#ino#ino imouto#Shisui-nii#hope au#not#udb
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