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✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dom human m!reader, sub sea monster!leviathan, size difference, loss of virginity (levi LOLLLLLL what a nerd), tentacles...
:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... obligatory levi sea monster fic but my take on it lololol (also yeah im posting this in december fuck you this is the most productive i've been in a year ok let me have this) someone wrote this really sweet tag on one of my recent works and it gen helped me out with my insecurity so thank you for that
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how you found yourself in this situation, with your cock stuffed inside leviathan and his tentacles circled around your body, you weren't all too sure, all you knew was that he felt fucking amazing wrapped around you. the very mythical sea beast your ancestors had revered for thousands of years and the one they claimed to be the guardian of the seas was here writhing away beneath you, face flushed with a crimson hue that was nearly overshadowed by the fluorescent shine that matched the skin that made up his tentacles.
when you went out to search for the mysterious gaze sailors often sung about, you sure as hell hadn't thought about being entwined with the very creature you set out for.
the moment you left the reef, the heavy weight of a stare on your back ate away at your suspicions of the sailors tale that there was something watching them out at sea. it was the type of stare that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, as if sensing danger before your mind could catch up, one that reminded you just how large and desolating the ocean was.
everyone knew that a sailors story was, at its core, nothing more than an alcoholics drunken rambling. it was natural to take any tale to whichever poor bloke fell victim to their incoherent word vomit at face value and entertain them with faux interest and encouragement to break away sooner. so it came to no ones surprise that you wanted to prove their stories wrong, to confirm whether it was all hogwash to impress pretty little things into their bed or whether there really was something much bigger than a mere human such as yourself could comprehend.
all you wanted was a confirmation that such a legend could exist, everything else that occurred had be completely beyond your expectation.
a stray tentacle shakily grazed the side of your cheek, bringing you out of your short-lived flashback to focus on the watery eyes that stared up at you with poorly hidden jealousy paired with a slight pout. it took everything in you to not coo at the ancient sea beast who seemed upset that your mind was elsewhere while in the middle of being intimate with him, instead choosing to nuzzle your nose against his as a sort of unspoken act of apology.
if the tentacle relaxing against your cheek was anything to go by, it was safe to say he forgave your momentary distraction.
"don't worry, i was only thinking about you." a hot puff of air fanned over his face along with your whisper, the flush on his face growing redder. leviathan's eyes darted away, the eye contact becoming too intense for him to handle amongst all your other ministrations.
the honeyed words had more of an affect on him the longer he had to process what you uttered, for the moment they finally registered in his mind his walls clamped down around you. his reactions gave away his inexperience despite the poised demeanour he tried to mirror from, presumably, other ancient beings like himself.
"you're much more sensitive than i thought. is it because no one's ever touched you like this, leviathan?" while the idea of a sea monster who lurked beneath the waves and merely watched as intruders breached his home as they pleased had never been put in a situation like this before had you feeling more riled up than ever, it was still hard to swallow that a man this gorgeous had never been admired as he should've been.
you drank up the pretty crimson blush that, at this point, stained his cheeks, taking note of the way the shine spread across his face the more stimulated he was. it was far more adorable than it should've been for a creature double your size who could've killed you faster than you had the chance to think about it.
the weight of your stare bore down on him and in a moment of insecurity, his hands moved to cover his face in an attempt to shy away from your eyes. who could blame him? the intensity in which you looked at him with criminally inviting half lidded eyes that made him feel exposed, like one look from you had shed him of all the barriers he put up around himself and he was laid bare in front of you for you to consume whole.
even though he was the leviathan from human's stories whose unbridled envy and rage caused devastation to many from the onslaught of tsunami's and leaving only destruction in its wake, he couldn't help but feel powerless writhing underneath your gaze.
"y-you're staring too much!" he cried out, using one of his tentacles to cover his face now that his hands were out of commission. you tutted, the pretty vision below you suddenly taken away by a rogue tentacle you had no way of pushing away.
"well, i can't look at you if you keep hiding your face." in an attempt to soften his anxious mind, you rested your forehead against his, nosing gently at the tentacle that stood between you and him. despite the tenderness you showed through your nuzzling, your hips spoke of a different story. he stuttered at your rough pace, the earlier kindness for his inexperienced self nowhere to be found.
while keeping one hand wrapped around his wrists so they couldn't move and come between you and the captivating shimmering flush that dusted his face, you reached out for the tentacle that obstructed your view. it didn't struggle in your gentle hold, letting you pick it up and guide it to your face as you willed. little by little, you brought it closer to your mouth, darting your tongue out to take an experimental lick.
the texture was what you expected, similar to the feeling of the inside of his mouth but not exactly, the liquid that coated the tentacle akin to the saliva that dribbled down leviathan's chin with a slightly sweet undertone. it was slightly rougher than you initially imagined, perhaps due to the element that made the skin shine, like that of a softer cow tongue.
the other tentacles surrounding him flailed, whether in pleasure or overstimulation you couldn't quite determine. just as much as his reactions turned you on, your gestures were equally arousing to him and it showed in the way he clenched around you and the way each individual tentacle twitched in their own way.
if someone had told you that your search for the sea beast that sailors talked all high and mighty about was here, whimpering and whining at the slightest movement of your hips you wouldn't have believed them in a thousand years and yet, here you were. perhaps going with your impulsion and taking the chance to seek out the tales was the best decision you had ever made.
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Did somebody say... ANOTHER RAMBLE?
*Barges in like about to stop a wedding*
(But thank you for wanting my rambles and liking them! I appreciate it and hope you have amazing day as well!)
OKAY SO, REMEMBER YOUR HELEL (ithaqua s tier skin) FANFIC. YOU SON OF WONDERFUL PERSON, I WAS LITERALLY OBSESSED OF THAT FANFIC, BUT I GOT IMAGINES WHILE READING THAT FOR ABOUT.. wait, let me count.
2329th
2330th..
Around 22331!
I WILL BE EXCITED IF YOU WRITE PART 2, but if you don't want! It's alright. I respect your boundaries and you of wanting what you want to write! I'm chill with it!
WHAT IF LIKE.. Well, probably like imagine too, WHAT IF S/O (the Farmer girl!), BUT S/O IS LIKE ROYALTY TOO (changing reputations here!), was actually and supposed to be betrothed to Helel when they were young/children. Like child marriage and all that.
I do think Helel would be surprised as child back then, but how children would react, he would be upset and confused. But he slowly accept it, thinking his fiance may as well be not so interested to him anyways. BUT THEN, when this motherfucker entered the room where he would meet his betrothed partner, and quickly fall in love at the sight of them.
His once act of bored and "man I don't want to be here, at all!" Turned into child-like and puppy crush on S/O, liking them already as he doesn't want to change at all. But, I think this is start of Helel obsession as well..
BUT ALSO TWIST HERE, Nathaniel (Or Nebu, I don't know which design suits him. But I like Ithawua Hunter! Nathaniel Nebuchadnezzar design more! I think it suits him!), Nebu actually likes S/O, but hearing them being betrothed to his own literal brother, Helel. He's upset and doesn't talk to Helel for awhile. MOSTLY YEARS AS THEY GROW UP
But during and after Helel exile, even though he's supposed to be the crowned king, with Nebu being now the Sun King. As he has the power with Helel gone as well (He coming back later), he makes S/O his own lover. Even though S/O promise themselve to only love Helel (it can be out of love or only doing it to satisfy the royals)
S/O situation will be like the farmer girl on the fic, locked up the cage and their body getting used, but with more punishment if S/O keeps mentioning Helel
But when Helel comes back (with trust issues), I think he will regeconize his own betrothed. Feeling happy and relief, just to see his own betrothed, but seeing what Nebu has done to them. You may hear some... Screams in the brother dungeon
But remember, Helel is very much fucked up after his years old exile. So, he's still the same but more overprotective and does keep his betrothed in the golden cage. Like trapped dove, with body of a delicate doll.
(I HAVE HYPERFIXATION ON THIS FANFIC)
(SORRY I'M BOTHERING YOU WITH BORDER OF RAMBLES!!)
Im screaming rn THIS IS SO GOOD AAA
As for part two to 'Darling Bird' idk cuz it my first idv fic and alot has changed i think in how i write Helel (he very corrupted) and my unnecessary need to world build bzjjzjzj that prob cringe and very religious themed ndnsjsj but one day jzjzjz
God i love these asks sobs pls if you have discord pls join my server! We are all screaming about florian (and florian x reader x norton lololol)
ALSO IM THINKING THT LUCA YOU WROTE TOO AAAA i miss him hchvnj my adhd brain exploding lol
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I have... SO many thoughts on Argenti and Dr. Ratio...
So, sorry for the long block of text you're about to get. OTL
I also have zero semblance of order to my thoughts, so my apologies in advance. 💀
I’m gonna ramble about Dr. Ratio today, though!!! So that cuts down on it a lil. Anyways-
No because- fjiwoej don't put me on blast I know next to nothing about this funny lil man but Dr. Ratio just??? Seems like, he'd have a hard time getting along with people when he initially meets them.
I think he’s at least a bit patient because he's obviously had to deal with plenty of people who weren't at his level (I also saw something about him teaching???), but it likely wouldn't completely stop the annoyance he'd initially have when talking to others.
As he gets to know you, he gradually learns to just let it be and help you learn while not giving you the answer straight up. Clues here and there when you need it, but otherwise letting you figure things out so you can learn and internalize it. Not just remember what he said. (That’s such a teacher thing to say oml-)
This is based on some stuff I saw for him somewhere... Something about ignorance basically being a disease to him and wanting to spread knowledge.
I don't know- He just gives off those vibes. Like with people he feels no obligation or connection to, he'd just be like "...you really don't know that? Well-" with this put upon look on his face. He also seems like he might be eccentric. Dramatic, even. Loud sigh when someone doesn’t know something he considers to be common sense and all that.
I might be completely off, but this is just what I think based on what I've seen... 😔
I, for one, SUCK at trying to teach people stuff. If they aren't to my level, I get a lil snarky and exasperated LMFAO- I'm so bad... But maybe that's why I think he'd be that way. I'm just super impatient like it when people are at my speed. I think he might be like that to some extent? But for Dr. Ratio, he'd be used to people not being like him in that regard that so he'd have far more patience, lololol-
But… for the person he likes, he’ll try his best to be better about it- answer the questions you have and guides you without too much complaint.
(Imagining him silently grimacing and then hiding it the second you look back at him is funny.)
I also think he’s the kind to look into every aspect of the things you like. A thirst for knowledge combined with a desire to understand you better. Anything he can learn about it, he will. He’d also more than appreciate you doing the same for him.
Thought about writing a post about this but I'd rather send it to you in an ask so I can hear your thoughts on it, too!
I've been lurking here for a while and I really enjoy all your content. : D
(Oml this got long I’m so sorry- Hopefully this doesn’t sound weird I was so nervous about sending in an ask for the first time thank you for your patience sjdnxj-)
I’m losing my MIND these are perfect and I hope they turn out to be TRUE.
I really like the thought of him being dramatic, I live for him being a dramatic little Dr.
And then can HEAR his dramatic sigh when someone looks at him all confused when he says something he considers common knowledge lol…
I saw someone comment on me asking for Dr. Ratio and Argenti headcanons, they said he might be a perfectionist and I really really love that idea of him being uptight about things being just right
Anyways thanks so much for sharing your thoughts, I really enjoyed reading them and I am Begging you to send in your Argenti thoughts!!
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HELLO!! I am now here to request my now 2nd matchup for MHA, Love is war and The promised neverland (also TPN can be platonic since I’m 14 but the two can be romantic lololol) ALSO FEEL FREE TO USE MY OTHER LINK SINCE IM EXPLAINING THE SAME THING
Well my name is Joey, im transgender aromatic bisexual and unlabeled, my zodiac is Aquarius and my others are Leo, Sagittarius and Aries, i have adhdism and I’m a very cool person 😎🔥/hj
My personality is that I’m a ENTP and I’m Extroverted but usually I am very awkward at first and it will take me time to adjust to a new person for a while 4-9 months precisely and then I can emote freely around them, but I still love to ramble about my interests to them when I’m getting used to being around that person, my love languages are acts of service, gift giving, quality time and psychical affection and my dates would be like going out and like going to a arcade or seeing a movie and go out to dinner somewhere afterwards but I’m totally up to just stay home and play video games and have movie marathons then…! Oh fun fact I also
I’m 5’6, I have brown eyes, and I (now) have brown boyish hair with bangs and I’m absolutely in love with it—!, and as I said before I wear a lot of styles! such as goth(trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth and nu goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, kogal and tsuyome), scenemo/emo, and vkei ouji and lolita but I usually don’t wear these to school or at home the whole time, yes I wear it to show off on social media or when I’m going out but I’m pretty casual too, i wear oversized stuff like baggy pants, i wear streetwear stuff and I also like wearing comfy stuff at home like a anime t-shirt and jeans or pj pants lol
Hobbies/Interests: anime/manga, gaming, cosplaying, fashion, art(drawing, painting, pottery, digital art and more), cooking, learning new languages (such as Japanese and Spanish), writing, making/listening to music, dancing, skateboarding, playing Interments like piano/electric guitar and more on. Feel free to ask!
Likes: cats, hajime hinata (danganronpa), a silent voice, albedo (genshin impact), lemon demon, felix kranken (twf), bread, sharks, christmas music/christmas in general, scp 3008 (roblox game), get a snack at 4am (roblox game), hotels, and my friends!
Dislikes: negative mentions of my voice, comparing me to people like “you remind me of ____”, hate talk about my interests, and spiders.
THANK YOUUU
Matchup For Joey!
Mha: Neito Monoma
Affection was strange to him, he seems like the type of person to have grown up without much love or affection so when he got into a relationship, it was all new and unfamiliar to him. When the two of you began holding hands and becoming more of a couple, he would complain, but it would be less than usual and he would have a bright blush on his face.
Arcade/movie dates are his favorite, but he won't admit anything preferring to stick to his cool nature and act like everything is stupid and dumb. When at the movies, he'll talk about how the movie is so boring and how the film is overrated, that is till the end when he remains silent needing to see the end of the movie. Similar to arcades, when the two of you are playing games and he loses, he'll be in a bad mood, saying things about how he let you win and that if you were to lose he would feel guilty.
Love is War: Chika Fujiwara
Showing your love for her with acts of service/gifts and it's her favorite thing when receiving something from her partner. When she received her first gift it was adorable, seeing the cute gift on her desk all wrapped up neatly and perfect, just for her. Between us, she definitely fell for you from the gifts, rizz her up with them acts of service and she was whipped.
For some reason when I read that you liked cosplaying, my mind drifted to her also enjoying cosplaying and wanting to dress up as her favorite characters. There would be couples cosplaying between the two of you and it would be adorable as heck.
The Promise Neverland: Emma
You guys have very similar personalities, both being outgoing and caring towards your friends, always keeping them close. You guys are also extremely smart and are very good thinkers having very similar ideas or you guys are usually the one who has that great idea that ends up being right. (I got this from Entp, if this is wrong I am sorry)
Enjoy when you ramble about your interests, there have been times when Emma has sat there listening to everything you have said without saying a single word just enjoying the conversation. Emma is a great listener, but also a great talker knowing what to say and how to say it. She also has a good memory, being able to remember something you have said from a while back without having to struggle.
Cooking together is something she takes pride in, loving being around her friends and doing things the two of them can enjoy together. You guys make all sorts of things for the little kids who always end up falling in love with the food you two make.
#anime#x reader#anime x reader#headcanon#request#matchups#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero acedamia#bnha x self insert#love is war#chika fujiwara#neito monoma#neito x reader#the promise neverland#emma the promised neverland
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Hi lovely! I love how you flesh out your ocs, so I was wondering if you had any tips on how you develop them/your process. I was also wondering what inspires their appearance and their fashion sense. What inspires you to give them a certain name? I'm loving all your oc lore, it's super interesting! ❤️❤️
hi!!! it really makes me happy that you’re enjoying learning about my ocs because i genuinely think i’ve gotten better at developing them sjdjsjsj thank you so much 🥹 i got rambly with my answers so under the cut !!
ok so i don’t think i have a fixed process but most of the time i start with the name then i find a fc that matches that or the other way around ykwim (like madelyn cline looks like a loren to me, maia mitchell looks like a kirsten, etc) + i always give them names that i wish i had lololol and this is just a me thing that you totally do not have to do but sometimes i pick names that would look good to me in my “ro x oc” tag LMFAO like one reason i picked the name loren for my a-mancer in golden is because “asher x loren” looks pleasing to me. but yeah it’s just a small thing it’s not important dhajsnsjs oh and i also wanna be able to imagine their ro saying their name hehe
as for the appearance i usually just follow their face claim because i’m not really good with character design. sobs. for their fashion, i just play around with it tbh until something feels right. like i’m always moving pins from one board to another djdjsks sometimes seeing those faceless aesthetic pictures on pinterest also help me because the body type is similar to this oc or their hair is the same as this oc and it helps create this image of my character in that outfit
for personality, i’m usually only able to really develop them when there’s a demo out. similar to what i think everybody does, i pick the choices that feel most fitting for my oc then i branch out from there and start making headcanons. but if there’s no demo, it really helps that there’s a bit of me in all my ocs like emory’s eldest daughter guilt or jasmine’s love-hate relationship with her parents, etc. then by the time a demo comes out, i already know what kind of choices i’ll pick for them
but it’s different for athalia because i was already developing her before i even found an if for her. the first thing about her i was sure of was that she was gonna be an older sister. also because i found two face claims that look alike and i decided i’d make them sister ocs lmao but yeah before i put her in circuit, she already had like a general personality—independent, headstrong and an adrenaline junkie. so the only part that i stressed over was which of the ros would be the best for her and decided on roman because i wanted an oc who would be equally pissed at him and athalia felt right for the job <3
if worse comes to worst and my creative block is being a bitch, i let pinterest decide 😭😭😭 like i’ll see a pin and whichever oc first comes to mind earns that pin in their board and for some reason, it works for me
in a nutshell, i don’t force my ocs into a certain -core or headcanon if i really can’t imagine them in it. like for example, maya has great chemistry with kaidan and phoenix but i can’t imagine her in a poly because i can’t imagine her liking kaidan in that way. something like that hehehe i made a mistake of forcing my earlier ocs in a certain aesthetic that i ended up having a hard time fleshing them out. now i just treat my ocs like people and let them develop on their own in my head. if they don’t wanna be fleshed out right now, i don’t force it shdjjs
#just take this as a suggestion though because there are so many people who actually have more fleshed out ocs with backstories and all 😭#but thank you again for the ask <3#nikka answers
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Thank gods- okie oki-
Fuck I just want someone to rail me over and over with no restraint just please wreck me so bad that I'll need a wheelchair for a while
I hate having my period cuz it makes me unbearably horny
Wanna scratch my nails on someone's back while they rail me so hard and good while I'm literally drooling from how good they'll fuck me
And please please bite me just bite me I don't care where just please do and be so rough with me pull my hair, hit me, spank me your free to do anything to me
And fuck fuck fuck
wanna be breed so bad even tho pregnancy scares me I'll let you cum in me wanna be breed like a fucking bitch in heat-
Want your hot cum pouring into me so so bad
N nghhh wanna service you too I'll warm your cock while you do other things or lemme suck on it and milk you while you work~
*sighs* wow mkay! Thanks for letting me horny ramble! :DDD
It was hard keeping those thoughts to myself lmao ^^;;
(it's fine if you don't wanna post this or ignore my horny ramblings haha it's kinda embarrassing tbh sharing my inner most thoughs lololol ^^;;)
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Honestly that’s so understandable, from what I’ve heard periods are similar to heats n shit (at least from my friends who have the parts).
Hopefully you have someone who’ll help you, Sweetheart. That seems like it may be super uncomfortable. </3
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It’s CMA-
First of all, @booknerdlife (omg it’s not letting me tag you) you are SO sweet and amazing!!!! I’m so glad that there are actually people out there who enjoy my rambling nonsense🙈. Sending you so many virtual hugs (or whatever virtual form of affection you prefer)!!
Second, I wonder how much clover’s personality will change once she’s able to be more open and honest with herself and others and not so guarded. I feel like she’s had to make her personality and become cynical, jaded, and guarded to protect herself. She had to get rid of any vulnerabilities as a survival tactic, which is totally valid! But I wonder how she will change when she lets her guard down completely.
I also think that she might not know who she is without all these protective layers because she’s had to stuff it down and never really got to explore that part of herself, so it will be really interesting to see if she surprises everyone even herself at the changes.
I wonder if she’ll keep like the pessimism and dark sense of humor, or she’ll learn to lighten up. Also how everyone will react to these changes- will she become more likable? Will people start enjoying spending time around her? I’m really curious about that change.
I also wonder if she’ll be more like how she is around teddy. We know that she can be emotionally vulnerable, gentle, and kind with him, so it would be interesting to see if that extends to herself and others as well.
I am worried about her parents coming around because I assume that in the story timeline it will be a matter of months not years, so she probably hasn’t gone through processing what happened and healing. Even if she had though, it is a trauma and it’s really difficult to remember that healing when confronted with the source of it. That’s a serious trigger, no matter how much work you’ve put in.
I don’t remember if this happened, but did the bridgerton fam ask her about why her fam wouldn’t be coming? I wonder if they’ll ask about her parents, or if they think they’re dead or something. I forget what they all know about this topic.
I also feel like she’ll make an offhand comment or joke about her parents that would make them pause/be super concerned behind her back because she doesn’t realize that what she went through wasn’t normal for a fam. Like at the dinner with them she went ‘oh haha my fam never ate together cuz my dad would always get mad whenever we did’ or when the kids are playing, she accidentally shushes them because she’s worried the noise will get them in trouble, or something like that.
Idk lots of thoughts about GoS this morning (like always lololol)
Anyway by love you<3
Omg awww you two are so nice! ❤️🥰
I totally agree with you, I think her personality and her being so cynical is a defense mechanism because she thinks if she were soft and sweet, she wouldn't have been able to handle and survive what it was like back home😱
Even she will be surprised at herself when she starts to like smile more and be more relaxed and how she will be especially when she's with Benedict 🥰
I don't think it will be so so obvious to the outsiders but the people close to her will definitely notice😍
Ohhh definitely! ❤️ The parents showing up will be within the season so in months for Clover 😏 And there will be so much angst because she is so traumatized and tense even when they're far away, so when they come there...😏
We actually have a scene coming with that! ❤️ But basically, the Bridgerton family did ask whether her parents would attend the wedding breakfast and Clover totally tensed up and said (very curtly) that they can't travel 😈 Violet probably asked Benedict later on though! ❤️
Joking about her family omg that would be such an interesting scene! ❤️ Because like, the Bridgertons are the absolute opposite of what her family was like, so they would be shocked if Clover so much as joked about something she thinks is insignificant😱
My loveeee, thank you so much for this! ❤️❤️❤️
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hey lita mun! just wanted to pop in and say that i freakin LOVED your "battle cry" drabble. it's honestly one of my favorite things you've written & ive been following this blog for a looooooooonnngggg time. i love everything you write honestly but ~this~ was especially amazing. please please please tell me you're going to continue? and i swear to primus if anything happens to cypher youll be hearing from my lawyer lololol jk jk no but seriously i love him so much! can't gush enough about everything you did here: wordlbuilding, the war paint, the disfigurement cypher has, KUP, seeing more of elita's past as ariel the list goes on and on. ok i'm done rambling anyways you rock & excited to read what else you put out (even if it's not this) big big fan ^3^
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Not me crying in the club right now ;A; Oh gosh, this is one of the nicest things ever to grace my inbox so thank you so much for sending in — NOT BOTHERING AT ALL !! You have no idea how much this made my day, I’ve been grinning at it for hours !!
[ SCREAMS ABOUT CYPHER UNDER THE CUT ]
*cracks knuckles* OKAY LET’S TALK CYPHER because tbh he’s my sweet baby angel and I love him so much. Fun fact: he’s an OC I created wayyyy back in the days when I first started writing fanfic with a group of three via email ( previously we had met on Pinterest of all places !! ). He’s changed a lot over the years and sadly been relegated to living on the shelf since I don’t RP my OC’s much, save for Starburst. The other NPC’s in babe && mine’s threads are shared characters between us rather than what I consider to be an ACTUAL OC born of my own mind... idk if that makes sense ??
BUT YES— I have a headcanon that the Tarnish region have Scottish / Irish influenced accents. Actually, it’s something @lifotni && I talked about recently, funny enough !! That said, I really, really, giving my characters something uncommon about them so I can do research, delve into their psyche and see how those lesser explored traits affect them && their relationships with others, the world, themselves, etc. So, for Cypher it’s his facial disfigurement.
LOLOL DON’T CALL ARIEL / ELITA OUT LIKE THIS— but I mean you’re 1000% right. She likes mecha ( mecha && femme, she’s bi-romantic, demisexual ) with a broad chassis and large arms, good for hugging. Their connection though is more so a close platonic friendship than romantic. It’s funny, I’ve never imagined any hints of romance shared between them !! Ariel sees him kind of like an older brother, and Cypher is Hella Gay lol.
Also, like, nonnie, I LOVE how you noticed the subtle callbacks like “In for four, out for four” and the spark massaging. I was SO curious if anyone was going to notice those actions, since it’s something Ariel / Elita has carried through now for her life. Idk, I just thought it’d be neat to put in WHERE those things came from && WHY they’re so important to her ??
I honestly could talk about the world building elements I slipped in here for HOURS. Tbh, I’m really looking forward to expanding it further since the Golden Age has always interested me deeply, especially with Ariel / Elita and HOW she came to be this legend that she is.
Anyways, I’m so so so happy you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I’m pleased to say I’m actually just finishing up a sequel to that drabble !! I’m considering making it an on-going series of sorts when I have free time, since I’ve really been in the Ariel mindset... and early-Councillor / Commander years Elita *eyes emoji*
#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ғɪғᴛʏ sʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇʏғᴀᴄᴇs ○「 ᴀɴᴏɴ 」#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ᴅᴜʟʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴅ ○「 ᴀsᴋʙᴏx 」#[ i legit teared up reading this ;A; ]#[ ty so much nonnie for sending in !! ]#[ always feel free to drop in you're never bothering ]#[ i love talking about stuff i've written - that's why i do it !! ]#[ to share with others :3 ]
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🔥 about Wazukyan
wazukyan is not a villain, nor is he a rehash of bondrewd. we only perceive him as a villain because we're stuck in vueko's perspective, which amplifies the scary aspects of their situation - and even then, when you see the panel where he reveals what happened there's genuine pain in his expression even as he's smiling. also i'm frustrated with the ending of the sixth layer because i would have liked more closure for him and belaf!
#answered#made in abyss#wazukyan#...to be fair at least the 2-3 ppl on here i actually talk about mia with get me and it hasn't gotten THAT bad. yet.#maybe it will but idk if i wanna jinx it#however if you want my REALLY unpopular opinions... just say maria bloodborne lololol#thank you for letting me ramble tho
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i love your stuff so much, it's so refreshing to finally see obey me content without ppl making the mc/reader female (esp since they're literally not even female in canon). anyways, would you be willing to write a male reader confronting leviathan's low self esteem?
𖥻 characters... leviathan x m!reader
𖥻 genre... angst / comfort + lil itty bit of fluff :D
𖥻 warnings... confession happens!!!! reader gets called pretty boy ooo, maybe ?? a little ?? ooc ??? at the end ?? i couldn't resist my apologies, kinda cheesy lololol
𖥻 a.n... AAA oh my god thank you so much ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა your words mean so much to me because that's my entire reason for posting my work on tumblr !! also im sorry if i don't write levi well ,, i've forgotten most of the story so i base how i write him off of the audio dramas lololol
leviathan couldn't help it.
he hated the way mammon would cling onto you. he hated that you let him hog all of your time. every time he saw the way his older brother walking beside you as if he were attached to your hip, he felt a spark of envy within him.
why couldn't you do that with him?
however, another part of him, a larger part of him understood why you never approached him the way you did his other brothers. i mean, why would a normie as amazing as you want to pay him, a lonely, sad, disgusting otaku, any attention? after all he had done? he was lucky that you were still able to look at him.
while he knew it was in the past, he couldn't stop thinking about how horribly he had treated you when you first arrived. for demons sake, he nearly killed you! over TSL no less!
although long has passed since then, sometimes he still couldn't figure out for the life of him why you persisted in making a pact with him, after all he had put you through.
"levi, may i come in?" your muffled voice broke him out of his reverie. of all times, why had you decided to pay him a visit now? were you like, a mindreader or something?!
"oh shit- yeah, yeah! just give me a second!" in a haste to hide his disheveled appearance, he accidentally tripped over the leg of his chair, causing him to let out an embarrassing yelp.
"oh my demon lord! levi, are you alright?" you rushed over to him and began checking him for any sign of injury, your voice so kind and caring he couldn't stop the shame that seeped into his bones, he flinched away. he couldn't let you get near him.
he couldn't taint you with his sins, you who had attentively listened to his mindless rambles about his favourite characters, you who hadn't judged his interest in video games and anime, you who had treated him with so much care and love he didn't know how to react ninety-nine percent of the time.
what had he done to deserve this? did he even deserve this? why was someone as sweet, perfect, (handsome) and genuine like you wasting your time with someone like him? anxious, lame, otaku, sinful leviathan?
with every second that passed, the deeper leviathan spiralled.
"levi, what's wrong?" you had spoken so softly he thought he was hearing things. the avatar of envy shook his head, fat tear droplets beginning to make their way down his face. in an attempt to hide himself, he tried shuffling backwards, only to find himself with his back against his bathtub.
"nothing! nothing's wrong! just-just get away from me!" he screamed out, hoping it would hurt you enough to kick you out of his room.
the demon's eyes remained focused on the floor and he muffled his sobs, tears falling faster as time passed by.
he had heard you getting up, except instead of hearing your footsteps head towards the door, you were walking towards him. you said nothing as you took a seat beside him, giving him time to cry it out and recover when he was ready.
"whatever it is, i hope you know that i wouldn't judge you for it." you affirmed, eyes trained on your fiddling fingers.
"well, you should." levi sniffled and wiped his face before sitting up straight. he couldn't stop himself from flinching when his shoulder brushed against yours.
"okay no, i'm not having any of that." before the avatar of envy could look up, he felt your nimble fingers gripping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you.
"what's going on with you? every time i try to get closer to you, you flinch away. what's going on in that pretty little head of yours? i'm here for you levi, i wanna help."
the demon tried pulling his face away, but the look you gave him made him stop. how could you say these things to him? why do you even care about someone like him? surely there were better things that required your attention.
"why do you care? i'm just some lonely otaku and you're a normie... so why?" leviathan made sure to emphasise normie, almost like he was subconsciously trying to create a distance between the two of you. he was trying so desperately to find a fault in you, to make you see him the way everyone else sees him, so he wouldn't get his hopes high.
"yeah it's true, you're a shut-in otaku, but you're also leviathan, grand admiral of hell's navy. you're leviathan, who's passionate about the things he loves. you're leviathan, the one who always listens and pays attention to my rambles. you're all of those things and more, levi." said demon looked at you through a mist of tears as you brushed his bangs out of his eyes, "it's also because of all of those things that i love you. you wouldn't be you if you weren't some lame, lonely loser."
"you're too good to me, mc. are-are you sure you're not an angel?" leviathan sobbed out, hands cradling his head as he cried. you sounded so sincere, it was hard to not believe you. but why him?
it was something he just couldn't wrap his head around no matter how many times you told him you loved him despite his faults.
"if i was, would you even believe me then?" you joked, making levi let out a small chuckle. while he was still a bit iffy, what you said partially rang true. the two of you said nothing for a while, both of you moving to rest against the bathtub once more only now with the demons head resting on your shoulder.
"you're the pretty one here. prettiest boy i've ever seen." levi mumbled quietly, hoping you wouldn't hear (that was a lie. he wanted you to hear. bear with him please he's in denial).
you laughed, hand going to pat his hair (which totally didn't make him malfunction internally no not at all).
"i'll always be here to remind you that i love you even with your flaws." you stroked his overgrown indigo hair, "to hell with your insecurities."
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Anon questions: 1. What is the CIA business you've mentioned? 2. Is it okay living with your parents? (sorry but reading all the abusive stuff they've done to you made me worried..) :( and 3. How are you truly??? Drinking enough water?? Therapy? All the best to you you're awesome ♥️
you are a sweetie anon xD I rambled so i put it under a cut ahahah!
1. So when my job contract with the japanese government ended, i planned to work for the CIA once I returned to the states :) I worked in japan for 4years, and that job application took an entire year to apply (extensive federal background checks, medical exams, pages upon pages of questions, requirements including a 2 page essay in japanese about why i was qualified for the job, and an interview at the US embassy in los angeles with a japanese diplomat, an american diplomat, and someone who held the position i was applying for). I scored extremely highly among those accepted.
Getting into the CIA was going to be relatively simple in comparison (im one of those ‘college was easier than high school’ kids lolol) xD Then the election happened and i said fuuuuuck that shit i have a soul im not working for this administration. Now I bartend xD
2. YES! i understand its not at all normal or ‘okay’, and nothing ive said or been super upset about has been untrue, but i understand my place in life and how much im at the mercy and charity of others or not, and how to deal living in this type of environment and choosing my battles wisely, but im not paying rent, im aware of how much resources i use here and how i contribute to the household, so i mean i know i have it way better than a lot of people, but stuff from the past cropping up now and then in other behaviors does make me relive trauma so like... idk im good i guess? Im trying to pay down my debt so staying here helps me do that. A lot of the abusive stuff like objectively its bad, but subjectively, i mean i have a good life now in comparison? especially considering that i think what i went through as a child was way harder than what im going through now. My standards arent very high tho ahaha i mean what im comparing how good life is now compared to how it was, i should have no complaints xD I can take food from the fridge or cupboard when im hungry without getting beat for it, hot showers, meat regularly, and i have my own room with a bed that always stays where it is so thats cool. It’s extremely hard to reconcile the way i grew up with what i experience now and knowing i had it worse then so why does it hurt so much worse now? or like idk ahahha i mean i love my family even if they’ve been responsible for some of my very darkest moments of my life. It’s just more obstacles to understand and adapt around haha im dead inside but doing fine since xmas is over! Whenever the bar gets sets lower, it just means it takes that much more to disappoint me, which conversely means i understand how good the good moments actually are so im very very easily pleased bahaha!
3. I AM FINALLY REHYDRATED!! And my friend called that therapist i wanted to see multiple times (she never picked up; im assuming she was away for the xmas/new years holidays) but no i havent been able to get in yet, but im feeling mentally so much more balanced now that december is over and january is almost done. They’re not good months for me whatsoever and only now do i realize just how excessive my drinking/smoking was by the fact i actually still have beer in the fridge from weeks ago right now xD I suddenly dont need it, and that realization tells me a lot about my mental state, sooo im optimistic i think? haha anyways im super excited about going to Wondercon this year and hanging out with friends, and i have two kitties (who ive got trained to put themselves in their crate at night xD theyre not even 1yr yet xD) and i managed to make a considerable dent in my debt this year (as long as nothing happens with my teeth again this year i should make a lot of progress!) so like, ive got some things to look forward to. Working on stress management too haha but we’ll see! ♡ ♡ ♡
#poisonjack answers#you picked some good ones anon! ahahha thank you for letting me ramble. i dont got the therapist yet but this functions the same xD#check out Open Source Officer. thats the position i was gonna go for haha xD SUPER fucking easy job. i was already doing it in japan xD#ive had my hands on many a government document lololol i know how to gather intel. ive been doing it at work for my OSHA complaint xD#i know things >_>#im just a busy body where information is concerned. im the person who completes videogames 100% through all path options xD
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language buddy
Summary: your taking about wanting a streamer friend that speaks the same second language and chat screams someone’s name.
Pairing: CC!Sapnap x gn!reader
Warnings: none that I can think of, but let me know if there’s something pls <3
Length: 700+
A/n: I hope you enjoy lololol I wrote this while very sleep deprived, so it probably doesn’t make any sense tbh🕺
“Honestly, it would be so cool to have a language buddy. I don’t know of like any streamers that speak Greek,” y/n whined softly. “It’d be so fun to have a streamer language buddy and you can’t change my mind. Sadly I know of no one who speaks the language that I do though,” y/n said with a soft sigh.
“Sapnap knows Greek! You should stream with him. That’d be so pog!” The dono played as y/n read the chat that was practically screaming about this sapnap person.
“Woah- it seems basically all of you are screaming about someone named Sapnap? I think I’m saying that right? To be honest I’ve never heard the name in my life, but I guess I can look them up.” Y/n pulled up a separate screen to search this person. “Should I look them up on twitch or just online?”
After a few seconds the chat was moving a mile a minute, but it was pretty much just “look up his twitch!” Or “do twitch, he’s live rn!!” So y/n did just that.
Opening up his stream and listening for a few moments before going to type in the chat. “Okay first, this dude has a much larger following than I do; second, he sounds fucking hot as hell- I don’t think I’d be able to be in a vc with this mans without simping,” y/n said with a laugh. “I’m not a lil bitch though, so I guess I’ll ask if he really does speak Greek.”
Y/n quickly typed out a short message asking said question. Sapnap just so happened to look down at his chat as the message flew passed, somehow catching his eye. “Do you actually speak Greek? Yes, yes I do. I’m pretty much fluent.” This had y/ns chat going crazy. One message and they already got an answer? Main character energy much?
Y/n just shrugged. “Guys even if he answered the question it doesn’t mean he noticed me. There’s literally no way I’d ever be able to talk to him,” y/n said with a short laugh before moving on from the distraction and going back to their game. A few minutes later and it’s all chat will talk about. “Come on y/s/n! You have a big following too!! You can totally get him to notice you!” Donos were flooding in about it and chat was being chaotic as always.
“Look guys, please stop talking about the Sapnap guy. He has no reason to know who I am or to talk to me. The fact of the matter is that he is in a very different league than I am and there is no way I’ll ever be able to reach that level. Yes a language buddy would be totally awesome, but he’s just simply not the person for that,” y/n snapped, trying to get the topic to finally change.
Little did y/n know that their name was being spammed in Saps chat so he too decided to check out the other and heard the whole rant.
“You’ll never be able to reach a higher league if you believe it’s unreachable. All it takes is dedication and I suppose a loud chat helps too :) Hi there.” A dono ran through.
While y/n was listening, they looked to see who had said it. “Thank you for the advice and dono Sap-“ y/n paused as they read the name. “What the fuck! Why are you here?!” They yelled out in shock. “Literally what is going on man how do you know me,” y/n cried out, half worried, half laughing.
“My chat was yelling your name so here I am. Now, if I’m understanding correctly, you speak Greek too and are looking for a streamer buddy?” Another dono ran through.
“Please stop giving me money, oh my god,” y/n said in a worried tone. “But yeah, that’s right. I just followed you on Twitter, but of course it’s up to you whether or not you’re interested. If not, that's totally fine! It was just a fun little idea I had anyway, so it can always wait.” It was when y/n was rambling that they noticed the little four month sub badge next to Sapnaps name. “Wait I second- YOU’VE BEEN SUBSCRIBED TO ME FOR FOUR MONTHS?” Y/n scrambled over their words, unsure how to process the new found information.
A ding on their phone brought them back to reality. They glanced at it to see and saw a pm on Twitter from none other than Mr. Sapnap himself. The message was simply his discord info and “call me? ;)”
#mcyt x gn!reader#mcyt#dsmp x gn!reader#dsmp#dsmp x reader#sapnap#sapnap x reader#sapnap x gn!reader#mcyt sapnap#dsmp sapnap#x gn!reader#x reader#cc!sapnap
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Apparently i'm not good at having coerent thoughts so here is just a couple of things i write while watching
"You can just talk to me"
Pat is literally the healtiest person to be in a relationship with
like he wants to TALK
THATS SO INNOVATIVE FOR A ROMANTIC SERIES WHAT
i'm geniunelly still speechless about Pat in this whole episode
"do u hate me?" broke me
you cannot fucking put a printer ad after that scene what the fuck
PatWai storyline? 👀
Is wai going to straight up kill him
oh
he is gay guys
let me se those SHOULDERS
I love them
they are so fucking stupid
they only know how to fight but like
homoerotically
baby, Parn has years of repressed feelings do u really think u can win?
oh my god did
did he just
okay
yeah thats fine
totally fine he just licked is finger nothing to see here
- Randy
Heeey Randy =^^=
Oh wow! Thanks for all the ramble, I love it *_*
Also yesss, Pat is such a healthy and amazing guy! He has one goal and he won't let go before they've talked about it. I even think he would have left Pran alone depending on his arguments if Pran had really wished for it. But he couldn't let go just like that. They really made Pat seem as if he wasn't smart or empathetic, but he's so damn good.
Like looking at Wai as if he'd never had a braincell while eating his food on one hand and then knowing exactly how to talk to Pran to get the man to lower his walls. Like the scene at the beach? Pat knowing what to talk about first, before the kiss? The way he explained why he never hated Pran? So good! Q.Q
lololol those Shoulders™ INDEED!
They do fight a lot, but they're also very gay while doing it XD
Pran is really gonna unleash all of those repressed feelings, won't he?? And Pat loves it. I think he doesn't really care who wins or loses, bc it's just a strategy for them to explore it all and have Pran's attention on himself. It's really a win-win situation and Pat will enjoy every single flirt, and then think about giving back double XD
PatWai storyline will be Wai killing Pat just to be haunted by his ghost forever XD
also yeah ... yeah, the finger licking ... I still wonder if my neighbours heard me scream v.v
THANK YOU! You threw me right into the feels again <3 Have a wonderful day/night =^^=
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Could I ask for a Hinata (haikyuu) imagine? Maybe where the reader feels insecure about their body but doesn't tell him because they doesn't think he'd understand & don't want to burden him? Good luck and thanks! 💕 Now time to read your entire account lololol
Insecurities •Shōyō Hinata x Reader•
A/N: It’s not exactly the request, but I still hope you enjoy!
Content: Insecurities, comfort, fluff, reassurance, post-timeskip
Wordcount: 1,1k
You were never really a fan of the way you looked. You didn't like your body's curves or the way you looked in certain clothes. The way most of the clothes you'd like to wear exposed the things you'd rather hide.
Despite your boyfriend, Hinata, by now knew every curve and edge of your body you couldn't help but keep being insecure. Especially since he was one of the top Volleyball players in Japan, growing quite handsome himself.
But you were just...you. And you hated it. The way they criticized you on every gossip website, as soon as they got a glimpse of you and Hinata in public, the internet would go crazy. Mostly there were good messages, people who were happy that Hinata was still dating his high-school flame, but others weren't so nice. Though, they must be aware of the fact that they'd never even have a chance with Hinata.
That didn't change the fact that you got hate, and reading those messages on a day when you weren't feeling your best crushed you.
So, now you sat in the hotel room you and Hinata stayed at temporarily due to his games, looking at yourself in the tall mirror, face covered in tears as you pressed the back of your hand against your mouth, trying to keep your sobs inside.
You and Hinata were supposed to go to an after-game-party today, and he got you one of the prettiest attire he could find in Barcelona, yet it looked goddamn awful on you. At least that's what you thought. The way there seemed to be too much at the wrong places and too little at the places where you wished you had more.
And every second you kept looking into the mirror, it seemed like you disliked yourself, even more anger consuming every atom of your body as you let your fist collide with your thigh, doubling over as you let your sobs out.
Hinata deserved better, someone who looked good by his side, someone that could keep up with him and the handsome man he's grown to be. Not you. You never understood why he kept dating you, even after his career started. He could've found someone better than you, and that with ease.
You hadn't even realized that the hotel room door opened, and you hadn't heard the hesitant steps that echoed through the room. However, you did notice the familiar orange-headed boy as he came up beside you as he eyed you through the mirror with a frown, one of his hands running over your arm before he took a seat beside you, pulling you a bit closer.
"Hey, what's wrong, Y/n? Why are you crying?" His voice was so soft and concerned, which made you tear up once again. "It's something dumb." You tried to laugh through your tears, failing miserably as even more made their way down your cheeks, dropping onto the cold marble ground beneath your feet. "It's not dumb if it makes you cry." He frowned as he let his hand cup your cheeks, wiping away your tears as good as he could. "So tell me, pretty please?" You sighed, suddenly feeling awkward. It was a dumb reason to cry over.
"I just saw myself in these clothes and...I dunno...lost it, I guess." You chewed the inside of your cheeks. Heat rose to your face as you saw the look on Hinata's face...surprise. "Why'd you lose it? You look amazing." Hinata reassured, pressing a light kiss to your hair as he looked at you both in the mirror. He did think you looked breathtaking. "But do you see this? And this? Fuck, just look at it, it looks awful!" You said, tears stinging in your eyes as you stood up, pointing out the flaws your body made to the outfit that looked flawless by itself. "I fucking hate this, and I fucking hate the way I look and-and..." Your voice choked up as you started sobbing violently, tears running down your face.
"Baby..." Hinata almost cooed, wrapping his toned arms around you as he pulled you to his chest, one hand circling over your back as he mumbled sweet nonsense to you to at least try to calm you down. "How long have you felt like this?" Hinata asked with a frown because he did not understand how someone like you could hate themself. You were breathtaking, stunning from the inside and outside. "Since ever." You muttered, leaning your head tiredly against his chest as he kept his hand running over your back. "It wasn't this bad in high school, but it started getting worse the more people knew about you- us." You muttered. "It's just... you could've someone by your side who is perfect in every way, but you have me, and I don't even know why'd you date someone like me, I look disgusting-" Hinata cut off your ranting as he pressed his lips onto yours, shutting you up immediately.
"Take a deep breath and listen to me." Hinata's voice was unusually stern as he talked, and you nodded with a frown. "I don't care what you look like. I really don't. In my eyes, you are perfect. You're someone I want to grow old with, and you're someone I always have fun with. Back in high school, none of the girls could handle me. No one but you. And do you think the damn celebrity girls that don't want anything else than money would be able to get along with me? Someone whose life consists of volleyball and you and barely has any time to show his appreciation and affection?" Hinata rambled, his eyes genuine. "No, no one but you has been able to handle me, and that's why I appreciate you so much. Every person in this world could lay at my feet and beg for my love, and I'd still take you a million more times, no matter what you look like. You could look like the Lochness monster, and I'd still put you first." You both chuckled at the last sentence, and you smiled as you listened to him ramble.
His eyes were genuine as he looked at you, a soft smile set over his face. "I love you, and only you. You are perfect for me. Despite what you think of yourself, although we might need to work a bit on your confidence because it's a shame that you don't see how attractive you are." You blushed as he chuckled, pressing another kiss to your head. "Please don't ever think you're not enough for me because you're everything I ever could've asked for."
#hinata x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#hinata shoyo#shoyo hinata x reader#shoyo hinata#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader#hinata fluff#hinata shoyo fluff
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Hello lovely! Tokyo rev anon here!Hope your day is going well and that u r taking breaks. I was wondering what some of ur favourite tropes are. I'm personally a suckered for anything either friends to lovers, the pining and will they won't they feeling just gets me every time, itd too good to pass up. I also love anything with gangs and time travel as well as . Your oc headcanons were so much fun to read. Hopefully we will be able to hear more about them in the future! I'm loving your blurbos (OCs). Sending u virtual hugs all the way from the Mediterranean and I hope u have a great night/day. Also I've just watched the jjk 0 movie and it was so good. I've also rewatched the whole of jjk at first I didn't like gojo on my first watch but on this rewatch he became my favourite character. I still stand by the fact that mahito is kind of pretty... in his own way. I can't stand geto though but apart from his personality that man is fine as hell I must say, he's on the same ranking as mahito for me in terms of favourites XD. But Nanami is still one of my favourites. Anyways lemme stop rambling , sending u love and support through my screen ♡♡♡♡♡♡
wait are you the same anon in my sideblog??? i’m just asking so i can use your tag there too shsjsj but HELLO i’m so glad you love my silly girls they’re so precious to me i’m happy to know you enjoy learning about them. thank you 🥹
as for tropes: friends to lovers. always. and you are so right for liking it too. the chemistry that’s already there. the casual intimacy but for some reason an accidental hand touching sends them stuttering and there’s the awkward silence. the pining. nights where they can’t sleep thinking about each other, grinning at a stupid joke the other person said. and when people ask “are you guys dating?” and they’re just like “noo haha we’re just really good friends lololol” then the amplified tension after that because deep down they long for each other and they have no clue it’s mutual. and the confessions can never go wrong. whether it’s the blurted out “i’m in love with you” in the middle of an argument or a whispered “i really like you” “i can’t stop thinking about you” PLEASE friends to lovers is a gift that keeps on giving. it’s not just a trope it’s my SUSTENANCE. i love that shit so much <333 and !!! found family. i don’t think that trope has ever let me down. it’s always so fun seeing different dynamics within the group but they all mesh so well <33 also that trope in anastasia where they thought they’re complete strangers only to find out they’ve met when they were kids and they go “that was YOU?!” i am not immune
omg i always forget to watch jjk 0 sjdnejssk and i planned on reading the manga from where the anime left off but i realized how barely i understood their power system so i gave up LMFAOOO i might rewatch it but yes ugh gojo and kento are so sexyyyy i need them 😩😩 pls all the jjk men are so pretty like pretty privilege is a good thing if it’s them <33 ALSO totally unrelated idk if you’ve heard but tokrev only has five chapters left :(
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A Winter Surprise
Prompt: Something like where reader is an airline pilot and they haven't seen each other in a long time due to reader's work. So reader is coming home for the Christmas holidays and goes to pick up Cordelia from the academy in her pilot uniform coming straight from the airport. Maybe the people there don't know about reader so they're hella confused.
Reader takes Cordelia to Switzerland or somewhere else snowy to celebrate intimate Christmas together. Maybe the reader proposes there? Could you add some snowy walks, hand holding and window shopping and something else hella mushy and sweet? Like Cordelia has hearts for eyes 24/7.
Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader
Word Count: 4725
PART 2 HERE
A/n: Thank you once again for this AMAZING prompt!! I loved writing it, and I think it turned out even better the 2nd time lmaoo :) anyway this is going to have only 2 parts because I ran away with myself but I decided to merge the first 2 parts into this one lololol, the second part is a little soft smut because why not.
Also, I really haven’t proof read this, so please let me know if I’ve accidently left a note to myself in this haha. Anyway, I hope this is okay <33
You loved your job wholeheartedly, there was no denying that. It gave you room to experience everything you wanted, from travelling to new places that you could explore on days off, to seeing different cultures and learning languages. Plus, the feeling of being above the line of clouds, watching the earth move slowly beneath you never failed to draw in a breath of admiration. It gave you so much perspective, and helped to keep you grounded, for lack of a better word. Seeing the world below you, so small in the grand scheme of things made you appreciate everything.
You missed your girlfriend selfishly though. Your work as a pilot meant you might have to go months without seeing her and feeling her soft touch. It meant you’d both be frustrated and lonely in these times; which was starting to put a massive strain on your relationship. You’d argue while together about your work schedule, prompting you to take more shifts which never helped in the long run.
Christmas was coming up and you’d not seen her since the start of November, having been mercilessly booked with flights that left you across the world from her. You had planned to surprise Cordelia at Christmas. Well, it was more than one surprise you had up your sleeve; but the first was returning two days early to collect her. Zoe and Mallory were in on your heist, fully committed to handling the school’s affairs for two days for Delia to up and leave.
At your arrival at the academy, girls’ eyes lingered on you as you walked up to the heavy front doors. You supposed they weren’t aware of your job, having only seen you in civilian clothing. Smiling at their confusion, you rang the doorbell, falling backwards slightly to wait. Madison opened the door after a few seconds, eyes widening at your uniform and giving a short whistle. “Damn girl, looking good!” she chided, eyes flicking down your smart navy uniform. Her lips tugged up at one side and she waved her hand so you could enter. “I bet Delia loves a woman in uniform.” She teased; smirk set on her face as she swatted the back of your slacks when you passed. “She’s in the kitchen, I’ll go and get here.”
“No don’t. I’ll find her.” You stopped her with a hand on her wrist, wanting to find your girlfriend yourself. Madison straightened up immediately, hand coming up to her face in a mock salute. “Yes Ma’am.” She spoke seriously, before giggling and pulling you into a hug.
“I’ve missed you Y/n. You have a good time with Cordy, kay?”
“Missed you too Madison.”
Watching her disappear up the stairs before turning and heading for the kitchen. Seeing Cordelia’s shadow on the wall as you approached, you smoothed down the lapels of your uniform and stood against the doorframe. Delia had her back to you, stirring a drink and swaying to the music from the radio. You watched her, waiting for a time when she’d put the mug down so you could make your presence known without the fear of her burning herself on the drink.
Clearing your throat, her head lifted and she turned quickly, gasp leaving her lips and a momentary shock making her freeze. Snapping out of her trance, Cordelia practically threw herself onto you, arms around your neck as she took in your familiar scent.
“You told me you weren’t coming back until Friday!” she accused, grip not faltering on you as you held each other. Her hands stroked your hair when she finally pulled away, just enough to allow you to still hold her.
“I managed to get off early, I thought I’d surprise you.” You smiled when she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Cordelia hummed in response, letting you know that she was most pleasantly surprised by your early return.
“Speaking of surprises… We’re going away for Christmas. I managed to pull some strings and get us some tickets” you started to dance with her, pulling her into a light rhythm as you laughed. “We’re going to Switzerland Delia!”
“A white Christmas?” She beamed at the vigorous nod of your head, head falling backwards and eyes closing, picturing the both of you in a warmly lit café by the snowy mountain.
“I love you and your surprises my dear.” She breathed, pulling you by the back of the neck into another kiss she spoke through the chaste kisses, “I’m glad- that- you’re- back.”
A group of the young girls came giggling into the kitchen, forcing you to part, blushing with your hands still together. They stopped when they saw you, silence falling over the space as they didn’t know what to do having interrupted your reunion. “Girls.” You spoke warmly to them, sensing their discomfort, and you pulled the Supreme behind you, past them.
Ascending the stairs to your shared room, you felt Cordelia’s gaze on your back, making you sway your hips slightly to tease.
“You look so good in that uniform baby girl.” She purred, eyes on your butt as you walked in front of her. A quick glance behind you saw the familiar glint of lust in your girlfriend’s eyes, and the smirk that painted her lips.
“But I think I still prefer what’s underneath.”
You change into a favourite top of yours and jeans while Cordelia busied herself with packing on the bed beside you. She rambled about the happenings of the academy, everything you’d missed in your months absent, pausing on the packing when she’d reach an exciting bit, arms coming up to exaggerate the story.
You told her about the new countries you’d visited and which little romantic places you wanted to take her when she didn’t have so much business to care for anymore. You didn’t want to linger on the thought of what actually had to happen for the title of Supreme to be passed on; focusing instead on the beautiful places that you longed to take her, but probably never could.
After her initial shock of being offered a white Christmas abroad with you, her responsibility to the school ebbed her back into her senses. “But how am I going to run a school if we’re abroad?” she questioned, her perfectionism spiking as she started to worry, “not to mention my duties as Supreme. There’s just too much to think about. What if-” you’d cut off her upcoming rambling with a lengthy kiss, which she relaxed into; eventually giving in to you.
Describing how Zoe and Queenie had offered to run the school in her absence, insisting how competent they’d become and that Delia had helped form them into wonderful young ladies during their time at Miss Robichaux's. Myrtle had spoken to the board on your behalf, stating how Cordelia needed a break in order to be at her best for the order, and how this would be the best thing for everyone. She’d goaded at the men who’d disagreed, saying sarcastically that it was only for two weeks and if they couldn’t control things for that amount of time then they should rethink their position there.
Closing her case with a snap of the clasps, she smiled, having made up her mind. “It is only two weeks.” She agreed with a nod of her head, sliding up to you and tilting her head. “But we can do a lot together in that time” she kissed you, hands at your waist and a glint in her eyes before walking away. You whined at her pulling away, grasping at the fabric of her blouse.
“There’ll be plenty more time for that, sweetheart. Now where did I put my shoes?” She asked, squeezing your chin once before ducking to look under the bed. You picked up the shoes by the door and pushed them into her hands, lifting her case and wheeling it through the door.
Cordelia insisted on speaking to the older girls before you departed, quizzing them on the class rota and giving them a folder which she said contained detailed lists of what needed to be done, which some of the girls shared knowing glances at one another at. You had to practically pull her away lest she overwhelm the girls; or get too anxious over what may happen in her absence and decide it would be better to simply stay.
On the plane Cordelia sat by the window and you beside her; you had the pleasure of such a view on a daily basis. The plane was relatively quiet for this time of year, almost half the seats remaining unoccupied as it took off, meaning you had the row empty, and where somewhat private.
“Why do you have a list of things you do everyday? When you do them everyday?” you grinned across at your organised Supreme who had opened a Sudoku puzzle and was staring at it with concentration, tongue poking out between teeth.
“You never know when your lady knight in shining armour is going to whisk you away on holiday, now, do you?” bumping her shoulder with yours, eyes still on the puzzle. “Helps to be organised, is all. And hey! It came in useful didn’t it?”
Leaving the airport, you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, a shiver prickling over the exposed skin at your neck. The view was already breath taking, you heard Cordelia gasp next to you as she set her case on the ground and raised her head. The snowy mountains peaked in the distance over the buildings of the small city which held the airport. Everything was bright; blindingly so as the sun breamed onto the snow covering the house and pavements.
“It’s gorgeous, my love.”
“Just wait till we get to Zermatt, D.”
You’d booked a small cabin house in Zermatt, a quiet town in Switzerland that your co-worker had recommended. He’d said it was never too busy, which would make it perfect for your intimate winter trip with Cordelia that you’d gushed about. You took the single mountain train that took you into the town, faces pressed to icy windows at the views.
The train journey was short into the town, filled with surprised gasps and pointing out animals that passed. You let your head rest on Cordelia’s shoulder, fingers laced with hers as you both took in the passing snow topped trees and vast frozen lakes. After about 20 minutes of stretching mountains, the train pulled out to reveal your pretty little town of lights.
“There it is.” You pointed to Cordelia, and she let out a small noise at the sight of where you’d be staying. In the dusk of the evening, the town was illuminated by a warm orange glow of cabin house lights, mountains looming behind and enveloping the town in a calm nook of the valley. Pine trees scattered through the cabins, leading to a forest off to the side of the town, climbing into the mountains.
“It’s so beautiful. How did you know about this place?”
“My co-pilot, Mark, do you remember meeting him at that fancy Houston party?” Cordelia nodded, eyes still trained on the town we were now looming in on. “He saw me searching for places and recommended a few places that would be quiet. Said that it pays to be a pilot; you know about the most beautiful places that no one else does.”
When you arrived at the cabin, giddy with excitement from the built up of the trip, Cordelia wasted no time with using her magic to transport your bags inside so that you could look around. The wooden floors creaked beautiful under foot, socks slipping slightly in your haste to see the rooms. There was a cosy living room with a fireplace and a note saying that wood had been stocked out the back, and soft sofa’s with plush red throws draped over the back. The kitchen was old fashioned with a wooden island, and the walls decorated with wintery scenic photography.
The house was warm, and through the door towards the back of the floor you were met with tiled flooring and large wooden beams covered in hanging fairy lights. The hot tub sat in the middle of the room, the ceiling a gaping glass sheet so you could look up to the sky, framed cinematically with snow dusted trees and the shimmering lights.
Cordelia called you back from your slight daze at the rooms, to follow her voice through to the bedroom. She was lazed on her side in the middle of the bed, seductively stroking the blanket and winking. You laughed at her antics, “we’ve only just got here D, you can’t always be in the mood.”
She grinned, sitting up and pulling you down to straddle her, bopping you on the nose and squeezing your cheeks. “For you, my darling. I am always in the mood.” You blushed, squirming on her lap before forcing yourself to move off her and grabbing her hand.
“Come on, you have to see in this room!” you voiced enthusiastically, practically dragging her after you in your hurry to show her what you’d found.
After having explored the cabin thoroughly you both showered, scrubbing off the feeling of travel from your bodies, before pulling warm clothes on and skipping out of the door with hands held to explore the small town under the hood of the afternoon, sky just beginning to darken as the sun dipped behind the mountains.
The town was so peaceful and warm, despite the snow, due to the glow of the lights and the eery lack of the quiet hum of traffic and bustling crowds. Houses looked too perfect with the undisturbed layer of snow that coated the rooves and painted a scene of perfect calm. You and Cordelia had your faces pressed against the glass of one of the small shops, watching a intricate wooden music box tinkling on the display stand, hands linked as she pulled you inside.
The tiny high street contained a small selection of these shops, selling little trinkets to the few tourists that found themselves inhabiting the cabins in winter. Cordelia had bought you a little pendant necklace with your birthstone embedded into, which she’d told you she’d get engraved back home with your initials. You couldn’t help but go back to the store the next day, alone under the guard of getting alcohol from the shop while she ran a bath, and purchasing her the same necklace with her own stone in. You thought she’d appreciate the notion that you both held something so close to your heart that the other also had next to theirs; a reminder that even when you were away for work, you’d always be there.
Eventually, you both found yourself in a cosy little café, nestled in the back in a two-person booth, warm in the glow of the wooden cabin. In an attempt to rid your bones of the deep chill that had settled throughout the day, you ordered steaming hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows. They’d come promptly, and you thanked the waitress before sinking your chin into your hands to stare admiringly at the woman opposite, only to find her in much a similar position, having been beaming, watching you interact with the serving staff.
Cupping the mug with both her hands, shoulders hunched under her chin, Cordelia sipped at the drink, leaving a small line of cream on her upper lip as she set it back down on the table. You smiled goofily at her, reaching to thumb the offending cream from her face, before setting it between her lips to clean off.
“You’re cute.”
“Says the one with a whipped cream moustache.”
You bickered playfully back and forth, feet kicking under the table as you sipped your hot chocolates and ate flapjacks. A warm fuzzy feeling settled in your stomach at the two of you simply relaxing and drinking together; you realised it had been a long time since you’d both been so carefree and without worry to just enjoy the others company.
The morning sun shone onto the tracks left by your boots in the deep snow behind you, as you both trudged down the unkept pathway towards the secluded train stop. Excluding the small indents of a foxes paws; yours are the only prints that marred the otherwise perfect snow, creating the eery illusion that you were the first to have stepped foot there at all. Cordelia's hand found yours in your coat, fingers linked in the pocket of warmth in the surrounding freezing air. Wisps of condensation danced in front of you at every shivered exhale.
Snow fell peacefully around you as you both talked, speaking in hushed voices as if you would disturb the tranquility; like a pebble into a glassy pond. The sounds around you almost seemed muffled by the soft pillowy snow that enveloped the tree branches and make them bow towards the ground. Delia gushed about how she'd never seen such beautiful views and how she couldn't get over waking up next to you and seeing the snow counted mountains in the distance out of the window.
You bit back the desire to reach down and pack the snow tightly into a ball, or fall backwards into the blanket and make a snow angel right there, smile wide as you’re returned to a childlike state of excitement and innocence in the presence of snow.
The red paint of the train peeked through the trees ahead of you, stark and conspicuous against the bright white of everything else. Cordelia let out an animated giggle as she set of towards the clearing, pulling you behind her with breathless mumbles of encouragement.
“Come on, what do we want? Front or back?”
The carriage seats were soft and plush as you settled against them, breath steamy against the cool glass when you pressed warm cheeks against it. It was peaceful, you were both among the silent few on the first train of the day that lead to the summit of the looming Gornergrat. The train rumbled beneath you as it became alive, shuddering as it slowly pulled away from the stop, wheels moaning in ached protest as it began its ascent.
Your fingers tingled at the change of temperature on the train, colour blooming back into paled cheeks at the comforting warmth. You both shed gloves and scarves to the seat opposite, hands brushing lingering snow from hats and shoulders as to avoid them melting and seeping invasively into cold clothes. The Supreme took your hand between hers, cupping it and bringing it to her face to blow warm air into her palms, rubbing the numbing cold feeling from one hand before repeating the action on the other.
Out of the window, you could see the rest of the train curl around the corner of the mountain in front of you, the drop into the valley below steep and dangerous just to the side of the track. Cordelia loved to look down into the vast space below, seeing the miniaturized trees and cabins, just the thought of the sheer height made your stomach clench uncomfortably and your head spin, clutching to your girlfriend’s hand. You knew that this feeling was irrational; you spent everyday up thousands of feet above the clouds, piloting planes, but then you had full control of the situation, knowing that nothing could go wrong. This was different.
It started to snow just before the train pulled up at the peak of the mountain, giant dancing snowflakes whirling through the air and turning the sky white with their abundance. You both shrugged hats and scarves back on and shoulders hunching protectively as the door swung open, leaving at the mercy of the elements outside.
Algid winds nipped sharply at your cheeks as you stepped off the train, spontaneous tears forming at the invasive breeze on your face. Cordelia’s hair whipped wildly around her face, only stilled slightly with her hat, framing her excited eyes as she turned to you, smile wide and hands up in the air as if reaching for the sky.
The snow was deep as you trekked the short distance towards the viewpoint, snowfall easing as you reached the edge, clearing the sky in front of you to reveal the clear views that spread before you. Cordelia reached the fencing first, turning to wave a hand to hurry you up and join her.
At the viewpoint, you both let collective gasps leave your lips at the panoramic scenery. 5000 feet above the tiny orangely lit town where you’d been mere hours before. Necks craned to see better, your finger pointing and enthusicastically shouting that you could see your cabin below; a pinprick of brown against the background of overwhelming, white-washed landscape.
Breathless at the sheer view you’d been gifted with of the Alps and the Matterhorn, you both fell into a deep silence. You knitted your brows together, looking forward as you felt in your pocket, breathing deep and building yourself up in your mind to do what you had planned this whole trip for.
“I am so sorry that my job causes me to be so absent.” You mused, elbows coming to rest on the bar of the viewpoint. You both continued to stare at the views as Cordelia mirrored you, elbows leaning on the bar. “Baby, we all have to work. I’m just glad we get to-”
“I quit my job.” You blurted out, causing her to stop and turn to face you. “You what?” Staring at you from behind wide eyes, you repeated yourself, finally tearing your eyes from the winter view to glance at Cordelia. The surprise on her face was not well hidden, neither was the fact she was saddened to hear that you’d quit the job you’d once dreamed of.
“You don’t need to that my love. I know it makes you happy.” Her gloved hand came to hold yours, eyes sincere as she squeezed your hand in hers.
“I got a new job. Its seasonal so I only have to work January through March and then September. Its better than what we’re doing now, right?”
Cordelia nodded, turning to face you. “That gives us so much more time together; thank you.” You fiddled in your pocket to retrieve you phone, having to strip your hands of the warm gloves that covered them to unlock it. You had told Delia that you wanted to show her something on it, but you accidently let the device slip from your fingers and into the snow by her feet, disappearing into the layers of snow.
“I’ve got it.” She assured you, and you let her crouch down to retrieve your phone, slipping down yourself behind her. She straightened up and turned around, smile faltering as she took in your position. “Y/n.” She warned, voice wavering and eyes darting to look for other people that may be nearby. “What are you-”
“I love you Delia. I love you so much and I know that you love me too.” Her hands came up to her mouth when she realised that you weren’t joking, eyes filled with adoration as she listened.
“The moment I knew that I would follow you anywhere, and that you were the one; my only one, was when you looked after me in March when I had that Spanish flu. I couldn’t leave the bedroom in case I passed it onto the girls, and you stayed with me the whole time, caring for me when I was too weak to do it myself.” Cordelia was crying now, beaming through tears which she kept wiping away with gloved fingers, and nodding along with you words.
“Well this is me staying, D, I want to stay with you for the rest of our lives. I love you.” She mouthed ‘I love you too’ back, head leaning to the side slightly as she wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and never let you go.
“I love that you make me whole, and that when you smile, I feel like I might actually die, because you’re so beautiful Deils. I love that you are nothing like Fiona, and that you stick up for me, and that we make memories together and that my most beautiful moments are with you.”
“I can’t wait to have moments just like right now for rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”
You slowly opened the box to reveal the ring that glimmered against the harsh light of the sun; eyes lifting to meet Cordelia who was staring at you unwavering, hands clasped at her chest. She was nodding fervently, laugh bubbling out through her smile as she pulled you up into her by your hands.
“Yes, my darling. Yes of course I will!”
After shakily slipping the ring onto her finger, relief and happiness drawing fresh tears upon both of your cheeky; you let Cordelia admire it against the background of the mountains. Rising onto toes to press a lingering kiss to her temple, her fingers sprayed apart as she held them up to the light.
“Come here you.” She coaxed, fingers wrapping round the back of your neck and drawing you into a passionate kiss. It was the ultimate memory, to kiss, now newly fiancés at the peak of a snow-capped mountain in Switzerland.
Returning from outside, Cordelia lit the fire with a dexterous flick of her wrist, settling down on the couch with a sigh. Her legs spread across the whole couch, back resting at one end. Her eyes searched for you, twisting to look down the corridor at you walking towards her.
“Come here baby.” She cooed; arms extended towards you in invitation for you to settle between. You gave her a quick peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze before lying between her legs and resting your head against her shoulder, nuzzling your face sideways into her neck, inhaling the lingering smell of her perfume on her pulse point.
She wrapped her arms around you, and you let out a surprised squeal as she pressed her cold palms suddenly against the warm skin of your stomach, muscles rippling instinctively under her touch. “Sorry baby.” She apologised, placing a kiss to the hair on the crown of your head before letting her chin rest there.
“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it” you giggled, relaxing again as her fingers drew absentminded patterns on your torso, her breath tickling the hair atop your forehead as she exhaled.
You both sat in the comfortable silence that enveloped you, having been apart for so long you basked in the fact you can simply hold one another and just exist. Cordelia’s thumb brushed softly against your own knuckles and you hummed in appreciation at the candidly loving action.
That night, Cordelia found herself propped on her side, head lying on her bunched-up pillow and allowing herself a quiet moment of observation. She missed these simple aspects of your presence. The comfort you brought her, even in sleep as she watched your chest rise and fall evenly and undisturbed.
You stirred slightly, face scrunching up momentarily before relaxing into a peaceful expression again, making Cordelia hold her breath to not wake you. Hair had fallen to block you face so she reached out delicately to tuck it back behind your ear, her eyes brimming with tears that she gets to simply watch you sleep like this.
Overwhelmed with her love for you beside her; she fell into a rhythm of her thumb on your cheek, tracing the freckles and light marks that marred your skin beautifully. You always expressed your dislike for these, but Cordelia would always silently shake her head in objection, knowing you would believe her voiced adoration.
“When did I get so lucky?” she whispered, leaning forward to brush lips lightly over yours before returning to her pillow and hooking an arm over your hip.
Dipping into sleep, she found herself vowing to prolong her reign as Supreme for as long as she could, never wanting to leave you alone and vulnerable. Especially while you slept, she thought. You look so pretty when you sleep. So pretty. She drifted off, arm draped protectively over your waist, pulling you closer in sleep.
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