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saturnsorbits · 5 months

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Clear Out

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smutless, Suggestive, Talk of Body Image Issues, Reader Doesn't Speak Kindly About Herself. Word Count: 1k.

Summary: Bakugo finds an expesive lace bra in the bin and he wants to know why...

A/N: Just walking some feelings out in this one.

‘You’re throwing these out?’ Bakugo’s eyebrows have risen so high on his forehead, they might as well be a part of his hair. He stands at the edge of your bedroom door, socked feet planted firmly along the threshold. Both of his hands are clenched. One, in a vice like grip around the wood of your doorframe. The other, hanging at his side, is curled in a mixture of fine lace underwear and soft silk teddies. Lingerie. Lingerie that, twenty minutes before, you had angrily tossed into the kitchen bin. You’d thought you’d done a good job at hiding it. Obviously, you were mistaken. You look up, note his handful and quite deliberately re-drop your gaze. ‘Mmhmm.’

Bakugo’s jaw flexes, the small crease in-between his eyebrows deepening. He holds up the material in his hand. ‘There’s like £200 worth of stuff here.’ You overlook the fact he knows the cost of lingerie and chalk it up to his fashionista parents. ‘I know.’

‘And you’re just -.’ You roll your eyes upwards in an effort to stop the tears you know are lingering in your lash line. It had been a tough enough two hours without Bakugo’s persistent questioning and you’re not sure how much longer you’d be able to bare his scrutiny beside your own. Snapping, you lock your jaw. ‘Yes. I am.’ Bakugo softens. The hand holding your discarded lingerie drops back to his side, his eyebrows finally climbing down from his forehead to flip upside down and press together. You snort. ‘S’not like I’m going to wear them, is it.’ ‘Why?’ Bakugo locks a growl behind his teeth. He doesn’t like it, seeing the light flicker in your eyes like that. It reminds him of past boyfriends and your tears soaking into his t-shirt. Both thoughts make him itch. It’s the final straw. You stand, eyes wide and ablaze. Gesturing yourself, you plead with him to understand – to see things how you see them, how everyone else sees them: How they are. Tiredness scratches at you, peeling your skin back until you feel raw. 'Because fucking look at me, Kat.' He cocks an eyebrow, face stoic and unreadable even with the storm raging in his chest. ‘I’m lookin’.’ ‘You don’t get it.’ You sigh, sniffing back tears as you collapse back in on yourself. Hanging your head, you bite your lip, even though you know there's nothing you can do to stop the tears coming. They fill your lash line, brimming over, a tsunami of hopelessness. You barely hear it when it leaves your lips, but it does. Your thoughts materialise in the air, dropped from shaking lips. ‘I’m disgusting.’ His eyes snap wide, the crease between his eyebrows drawing up tight in the way that betrays his anger for confusion. ‘Why do you think -.’ ‘Oh, don’t get cute.' You laugh, pulling your composure back by the seams. Using the heels of your palms, you wipe away your tears until all you can see on the backs of your eyelids is static.

Your voice is calm when you explain to him. There's no traces of emotion, not even hatred as you deliver to him your rhetoric like its fact. 'I’m not pretty or thin, I’m not even the right kind of fat, I’m just…’ ‘… Fine. You’re -.’ He's grasping at straws and he knows it, struggling to comprehend your emotions as they conflict so brutally with his own. Bakugo swallows, feels his tongue swell in the back of his throat. ‘I’m not though. Am I?’

You chuckle and the noise breaks his heart.

Slipping yourself off of the bed, you reduce yourself to your knees and go back to sorting the mess of clothes abandoned in a heap on your bedroom floor. You shrug, lift a skirt for inspection and stuff it into a bin bag. 'I'm tossing them out, that's it.'

Collecting himself, Bakugo steps gingerly over the threshold and approaches. His socked toes wiggle in the carpet, tensing as he clears his throat as gently as he can manage. ‘Can I say something?’ You peer up at him. Licking his lips, he lets his expression grow hungry. 'If I was lucky enough to see you in something like this...' He holds up the red silken babydoll. 'Or this...' Whistling low, he dangles the edge of a black lace garter belt from his index finger. 'I'd make sure you knew that you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.'

Your breath catches in your throat. It's hard to look away from him, so you don't. Instead, you let his carmine iris' burn. It's like being seen. Properly. In a way you've never been seen before and it... It hurts.

It hurts in the only way that someone's desire can.

He drops the lingerie into the bin bag beside you. ‘If you want them gone, they’re gone… But, when you’re ready...' He stoops, bending at the hip to reach out and catch your chin under his fingers. Pressing a thumb to the plush bump of your lip, he lets himself smile when he's sure you've understood him. '… I'm going to buy you something new.' He glances down at you, making no effort to hide how he appreciates the curve of your breast as it heaves with each of your breaths. 'Expensive. Just so I can see how it looks when I tear it off you.'

Your heartbeat is loud in your ears, almost drowning out the sound of voice as he purrs, low and soft while bringing his lips almost to yours. His breath washes over you in a hot flush, eyes flickering from the plush bump of your lips to your blown pupils and back again.

Bakugo smirks, his grip loosening on your chin until he slips from your room, leaving you with nothing, but his last words echoing around your head: 'I'll worship you.' He said. 'I'll worship you until you realise how beautiful you are...'

-> Masterlist

#tw: body image #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles #Might leave this out of the tags - idk

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raygirlramblings · 6 months

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Did what they did with Jade and Pey'j in Captain Laserhawk bother you, too?

SPOILERS AND RAGE BELOW

I AM SO ANGRY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Beyond Good and Evil fans got SHAFTED BAD. THEY GOT DONE SO BAD AND IM LIVID.

All these muppets going ‘lol the Rayman fandom must be so upset about Laserhawk’ and NO.

NO WE ARE THRIVING WE ARE SO CRAZED AND STARVED AND WE ARE ON CLOUD NINE THAT OUR BOY GOT ALL THIS SCREENTIME

In the first trailer for Laserhawk Rayman was an EASTER EGG. We didn’t even know if he’d have a role with speaking lines until the second trailer. AND WE WERE OK WITH THAT! If baby bean was just a background element to expand the world we would have been happy for the crumbs. But no! Our boy got a full speaking role with a CHARACTER ARC IN A SIX EPISODE SHOW. He got BACKSTORY and RELEVANCE TO THE PLOT. And he DIDN’T GET KILLED OFF.

All that for a character we were expecting to get NOTHING from.

But JADE?!

PEY’J???

They were front and centre from the first trailer. They were established as being as central as Dolph and Bullfrog and WHAT DID IT GET THEM.

Jade gets taken out in ep 2 of 6, and Pey’j goes down the next episode.

At LEAST Pey’j went down being exactly what I expected him to be. A kind protector trying to make the world better. Trying to stop conflict. Trying not to take his pain and suffering from the loss of a girl he loved deeply out on an unfair world. He died a noble if pointless death and from Bullfrog’s expression alone we can see how much it hurt.

JADE GOT NOTHING. Jade died when we barely knew her. We needed more of her. We wanted to see her shine, see more of this wonderful awkward tomboy with a gentle heart. We needed to see how she interacted with others. She DESERVED BETTER. SHE DIDN'T EVEN GET ANY FINAL WORDS.

AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE ‘I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU’ SCENE OR I WILL SNAP AND PUNCH SOMETHING. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

In a show where I watched my favourite childhood character swearing, wielding guns and doing sushi and blow off a hookers back THIS JADE AND PEY’J SCENE IS WHAT MADE ME CRINGE.

I am willing to forgive so much from this show. So much of it was a wonderful, ridiculous, beautifully animated rollercoaster.

But implying any kind of romantic sentiment between these two characters only to kill one of them off in the same episode was so damn weird. It was wrong on so many levels. There was NOTHING WRONG with their older mentor/young ward relationship. It could have been great. I don’t understand why they did this. It didn’t add pressure or gravitas to the situation, we KNOW Pey’j would do anything for Jade, HE DOESN’T HAVE TO HAVE A CRUSH ON HER FOR THAT TO BE REAL.

And seeing Jade and Pey’j in Dolph’s VR dream sequence just felt so hollow. We needed at least an episode to establish any kind of team energy from these four, but we didn’t so seeing Jade give Dolph a pep talk about relaxing more came off as flakey and not good enough for a character who deserved better. They didn’t even establish what Jade and Pey’j were supposed to bring to the team. Pey’j is just ‘the tech guy’ in the same episode he dies. Jade has to play a femme fatale against her type but we don’t even get to see her being her best. To quote Rayman ‘IT’S NOT FAIR’.

Oh boy.

I feel a little better getting that anger out. I’m just sad. I’m sad we lost them. They deserved better.

#captain laserhawk #Raygirl’s ramblings #long post #rant

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍

Summary: You and your boyfriend Katsuki get into an argument when he comes home from work injured, but Katsuki wants to make up for his faults, apologize and be better for you.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, swearing, mentions of injuries (not inflicted by reader or Katsuki, he just comes home injured from work), mentions of food

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

- You should have seen the signs of an argument brewing long before you did. The air had been noticeably different between you and Katsuki ever since he had returned home, and you knew that your boyfriend never responded well to scolding or anger directed towards him.

- And you were no stranger to expressing your own feelings, you knew you’d be giving him an earful long before he came home after what you had seen on the news earlier that day.

- So really, you should have expected things to escalate to the point they were at now.

- But honestly, you didn’t care. Of course you never want to fight with Katsuki, you love the man and don’t like when there’s conflict between you two, but unfortunately sometimes arguments can’t be avoided. And right now was one of those times.

- “All I ask is that you tell me when these things happen, Katsuki! So I can be there for you, so I can help you, and so I can stop worrying all the time!” You explained, trying your best to keep your voice level despite your frustration.

- “Why do you need to know?! I’m home now and I’m perfectly fine, shouldn’t that be enough? I’ve told you to stop fucking worrying so much, clearly it’s not good for you!” Katsuki bit back, equally as frustrated.

- Your boyfriend had gotten injured during his hero work earlier in the day, not terribly bad but still enough that he found himself in the hospital after they managed to apprehend the villain he was dealing with. Luckily he hadn’t taken any major damage, and he was patched up and sent home after being thoroughly checked up to ensure there were no underlying injuries, but you still wished he had told you like you had asked.

- You had told your boyfriend before to tell you as soon as possible any time he got hurt on the job, especially if it sent him to the hospital. Even if it was nothing major, you told him that you still wanted to know so that you could be by his side, with him every step of the way to ensure he was okay and fully taken care of.

- However, Katsuki hadn’t told you anything about his injuries that day, and instead you had to find out that he was sent to the hospital through the news as you watched TV, meaning he likely wasn’t planning on telling you at all if you didn’t find out on your own. Being unable to reach him while he was there left you worried sick, and just as you were collecting your things to head out and meet him at the hospital, your boyfriend texted you letting you know he was on his way home.

- From there you waited, anger and frustration building up within you with each second you were left to your own thoughts until he finally arrived home, and you two wound up in the position you now found yourselves in.

- “How the hell am I not supposed to worry, Katsuki?! If I knew that I could trust you to just tell me when these things happen I wouldn’t be so anxious about you all the time, but I can’t do that because you refuse to do this one thing for me!” You responded immediately, practically pleading with your boyfriend to just communicate with you when he was injured so that you could ease your own worries and help him when these incidents occurred.

- “Even when I don’t tell you, you sit here watching the news and worry yourself to fuckin death! Just let it go, damn it! I’m a fucking pro hero, I’ll be fine on one damn patrol.” You could tell you were starting to reach the point where neither of you were thinking fully logically, clouded by the frustration your argument caused as you snapped at one another.

- You could feel tears of frustration burning your eyes, and the water pooling in your boyfriend’s eyes as he spoke indicated he was in a similar state. It was a heart-wrenching sight, as Katsuki almost never cried even in front of you, but both of you continued on, too stubborn to let your own points of view go in your mental clouds of frustration and hurt.

- “Well excuse me for wanting to make sure my boyfriend is alive at the end of the day! You work one of the most dangerous jobs in the fucking country and you’ve been getting attacked by villains since fucking middle school, Katsuki, of course I’m gonna worry!” You had reached your breaking point, letting out all of your frustrations and fears with no holds barred as you cried to your lover. “I know how you are, I know you’ll save someone even if that means sacrificing your own life, and the thought of losing you eats away at me every single day you leave for work! So excuse me for just asking that you tell me when something goes wrong to ease some of my fears!”

- There was complete silence following your outburst, frustration still burning clear on both of your faces as Katsuki was at a loss for words. Tears were pouring down both of your cheeks at this point, and after sitting in the silence for a moment in an attempt to collect your thoughts, you walked off to your shared bedroom to have time to yourself to cool down from the fight.

- Katsuki followed suit, making his way to the couch in your living room to have some time of his own to let his anger dissipate and to truly think about what you had said and why you were so upset with him.

- Katsuki knew why you worried about him, of course he did. Obviously you loved and cared about him, and this naturally lead you to worry when his job required him to put his life on the line every single day for the sake of others.

- But even though he knew why you worried, that stubborn part of him that lived inside of him ever since he was born struggled to just let you care, to let you worry about him.

- It made him feel weak, like you shouldn’t have to worry about him and that he should be good enough at his job that you’d never have to worry about him coming home injured (or worse, not coming home at all).

- But, Katsuki realized as he reflected on his actions and the reasons behind them in the dim light of your shared living room, that wasn’t how reality worked. No matter how amazing he was at his job he would always be at risk, and he needed to accept that he could never be the perfect hero.

- It wasn’t fair for him to expect you not to worry. He wasn’t being fair to you, he could see that now. All you had asked of him was to simply tell you when he got injured, and his stubbornness and pride had gotten in the way of your simple request. Again.

- Katsuki quietly groaned to himself at the realization, hiding his hands in his face in shame. He put you through so much every single day, working and risking his life as one of the top heroes in the country, and at the end of the day he had only made things worse for you by not even being willing to call and communicate with you when he was injured to help appease your worries.

- He felt like the worst boyfriend ever, tears still rolling down his cheeks from your argument as his internal frustration at himself boiled over.

- But he didn’t want to allow himself to turn this issue into a pity party for himself. He had fucked up, and rather than lamenting and simmering in it and using it as an excuse to never do better and lose you, the thing he cared about more than anything else in the word, he needed to do his part in fixing his mistake.

- Wiping his eyes quickly with a tissue as he stood, Katsuki quickly rose up from the couch and began to make his way to your shared bedroom. If you shooed him off and asked for space then he would give you more time to yourself, but if you were willing to let him, Katsuki wanted to apologize and right his wrong sooner rather than later.

- Katsuki made his way to your bedroom door quietly, peeking in to see you staring down at your hands as tears continued to fall down on your face. He could see that the argument had left you feeling incredibly hurt and frustrated, and he wasn’t going to let you feel so upset over his actions for even a moment longer.

- You turned your head in surprise as you heard a gentle knock on the door, not knowing what to do or say when you saw your boyfriend’s crestfallen face in the door frame. You couldn’t seem to form words at the moment, unsure of what to say following your argument from just moments ago, so you found yourself silently watching as he entered the room and took the place beside you on the bed.

- Your boyfriend had never been good with conflict or admitting when he was wrong, that much you had gathered from your time together. You had expected to be the first one to approach him and apologize, like you typically were, once you had both cooled down.

- Which was why your eyebrows raised in shock as Katsuki opened his mouth and spoke his first words to you since the argument.

- “...I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Was all he managed at first, but the apology was enough to leave you completely stunned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close in a tight hug.

- “I know I wasn’t being fair to you. I know I’m an idiot with a fuckin scary job and you have to deal with that every day, and you’re right to be worried. I was just too far up my own ass to let my pride go, and I’m sorry about that. The last thing I want is to hurt you or make you worry.” He continued, pressing your face gently against his chest as he apologized. His hand cradled the back of your head so gently, and the apologies that fell from his lips were so genuine, that you just pulled him in tighter as relief washed over you at him finally understanding your position.

- “Thank you for listening, Suki.” You responded, finally pulling away to look your boyfriend in the eyes as you spoke. “I know that my worries may seem overbearing to you sometimes, but I can’t just not worry when you risk your life every day. I love you so much, the thought of losing you makes me feel absolutely sick to my stomach and it’s not easy to deal with that every day.”

- “I know babe, I know. You’re not overbearing, I’m sorry that I have to stress you out like that every day.” He reassured you, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead to help ease your tension.

- “It’s your dream, Suki, and I’d never try to take that away from you.” You promised him, knowing that hero work was something he’d longed for ever since he was a small child. “Just promise me that from now on, you’ll tell me when you get hurt. Even small injuries, I want to be by your side when you’re being treated and be able to help you, for both of our sakes.”

- “That I can do, I swear this time I mean it.” A grin finally made it’s way across your boyfriend’s face, your worried brows finally relaxing as you realized that things were going to be okay between the two of you. Both of you were learning and growing together in your relationship, and you were incredibly proud of your boyfriend for getting over his pride and being the first to apologize to you after realizing his wrongdoings.

- Katsuki wiped the remaining tear stans off of your face with the back of his hand as he leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your pouty lips, hugging you once more before standing up from the bed and reaching a hand out to help you up.

- “What do you say I make you dinner and we spend the rest of the night together, huh? I’ll call off work tomorrow, so we can stay up late and watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see.” He offered, a bright grin lighting up your face as his suggestion. “Take it as my way of apologizing for being a fucking idiot to the best partner I could ever ask for.”

- “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Suki.” You responded with a smirk, taking the hand he had offered to you as the remaining frustration seeped out of your pores and was replaced with love and content. You two would make it through this, like you always did, and you knew that in the end, your relationship would be stronger because of today’s revelations.

Request - @thekaylahub said: hello, i hope you doing well! i saw that you’re requests were open so i just decided to submit a little something. i’d like to request like a hurt/comfort of bakugou and reader getting into like a bad fight/argument (i don’t care what the fight is over!) and the two of them end up in tears?? but instead of the reader being the one to apologize first, can it be bakugou? like he’s the one who approaches the reader and just comforts them and apologizes profusely?! please take your time and don’t feel like you have to do this one if you don’t want to!💕

A/N: I’m honestly really proud of this, I feel like I’m getting better at writing realistic dialogue and spacing out events, even in a short piece like this one, better and I’m just really happy with the way this turned out. :) Also I swear I’ll write individual pieces for more than just Bakugo, he’s not even my own personal favorite character (I do thunk he's really interesting and fun to write for though) but I definitely get the most requests for him, and a lot of interesting requests too! I don’t have a ton of requests to get through right now, though, so if you have any requests please feel free to send them my way, especially headcanons as those are definitely my forte!

Taglist: @pasteldaze @yeagerfushiguro @papijean @deadmans-toe @trashy-bowtie @palenightmarepersona @thekaylahub @applepie-macaroon

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spookyscaryskidnpump · 17 days

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my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL. Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

#spookymisc.txt #spooky month #spooky month 6 #spooky month 6 spoilers #sm6 #sm spoilers #not tagging all the characters cuz theres too many mentioned #anyway CRYING.

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merlinmarvelandother-oneshots · 3 months

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Hello, good morning/afternoon/night.

(this was written with a translator, in case there are spelling errors)

First of all I want to tell you that I adore everything you write and the way you do it.

And second, could I place an order?

I'm still learning how to use Tumblr, so I don't know how to do several things and I don't know if I'm writing this where I should.

I hope it doesn't bother you ir make you feel Uncomfortable!!

Lately I have had some situations in which a...family member...in an indirect and at the same time direct way has told me that I am...overweight/fat...and that has made me feel bad, so only if you want, could you make some headcanon about how Undertale, Underswap, Underfell and Horrortale would react to me believing that.

(I mean, they would deny it and say nice things or they would laugh and make fun of me for it and highlight having a double chin and a belly and stuff like that...)

But of course, if you don't want, of course it's not necessary or if it seems like there are too many characters, you can remove them or if you want ignore this and I'll understand.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

anon, i’m so sorry this happened to you <3 it’s unfair and nobody should have to go through that.

readers gender isn’t specified, but i use “beautiful” and “gorgeous”

Undertale, Underfell, underswap, and horrortale skelebros reacting to a reader who has been fat-shamed

Undertale:

Sans:

-his brow bones would furrow

-“wait a minute, who said that?”

-he’d nod when you tell him

-“listen, they’re wrong. you’re beautiful as you are. now, i don’t want you starting any diets or anything if they would just make you unhappy, because i’ve heard plenty of stories about them being terrible. your family members just plain wrong. ‘kay?”

-he’d hug you if you were still upset

-from then on, he would tell you how gorgeous you were more often

papyrus:

-he would be even more upset than you were, honestly

-someone would DARE say such nasty things about HIS s/o / friend??

-he would storm to their house, knock on the door, and that man WOULD. NOT. BUDGE. until your family member listened to him.

-he would be harsh but obviously be nice about it

underfell:

Sans:

-why do you give a fuck???

-he’s honestly so confused

-like, his brother told him the same thing (which also confused him, seeing as he is a SKELETON) and he just?? didn’t care??

-he tells you to stop giving a fuck

-that’s it

-“why do you give a shit about what they say? their opinions are ass. you look great”

papyrus:

-he doesn’t look up from his book when you say that

-“mm. you could stand to lose a few pounds, i guess”

-(you don’t think he quite realized how hurtful that is)

-if you tell him he’d ask why

-he thinks he’s genuinely looking out for your best interests.

underswap:

sans:

-“they told you WHAT!?”

-he would be FUMING with anger

-but, he would calm himself down enough to reassure you

-he would tell you that you look amazing, and you shouldn’t start a diet that you wouldn’t enjoy just to conform to their standards of beautiful or healthy.

-he would talk to the family member afterwards, angrier than he would normally like to be when resolving a conflict

-you never hear those words from your family member again, trust me

papyrus:

-“fuck ‘em”

-you appear slightly offended that he would say something like that about your family member, so he elaborates

-“they want to police you on how traditionally beautiful or healthy you are. you were happy before that, but now their words have upset you, for something that didn’t need said in the first place. so, fuck ‘em. that’s an asshole move”

-he would not argue this with you

horrortale:

Sans:

-hes so fucking confused

-where he’s from, food is a scarcity, and your family’s bitching about “too much?”

-he contacts your family member, whether that be finding their address from your address book or by finding their phone number on your phone, and gives him a piece of his mind.

-he would rant for HOURS if he could, or if he could keep his train of thought for that long, about how lucky they are for having food in the first place.

-afterwards he would encourage you about how beautiful you are, and how wrong your family member is

papyrus:

-he would look at you with concern

-overweight?

-he won’t pretend to be an expert on human weight, but even if you are “overweight,” that’s a good thing! it means you have access to food!

-that’s SO special to him.

-he would tell you that no matter what your family member thought, you were BEAUTIFUL

-he would be happy to talk to your family member if you wanted him to

#undertale #undertale au #undertale multiverse #utmv #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #horrortale sans x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader

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despazito · 1 year

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I have conflicting feelings about so called "therapy talk" in animated shows nowadays.

I'm not sure if I like the term in general because i think it's dismissive of the concept as a whole, which I feel throws the baby out with the bathwater. Like to me at least the definition of therapy talk means being extremely emotionally mature, being able to successfully identify and communicate your feelings, and using empathy to do the same with others' feelings. which I think are all good qualities to have in a person, but detrimental to a fictional story if this trait is shared equally amongst the WHOLE cast and that's what bothers me about its overusage now.

People just don't have interpersonal conflict this way!! especially amongst kids or teens. Or at least it's extremely uncommon to have these types of kindcore interactions with others outside of a moderated clinical setting.

Emotional intelligence like that isn't a switch you can flick, characters may repress things or drop a facade to deliver some truths or philosophy to the protagonist but it has to dovetail in with the rest of their character. A character who showed no previous capacity for such maturity just feels unnatural to suddenly act very wise for a scene if it's played completely straight.

For instance, Patrick Star is great at playing this for comedy. His sudden rare bursts of extreme mature clarity are so opposite to the rest of his character that it loops all the way back into the comedic. But then imagine a character like Scrappy Doo busting out a lecture on externalizing his unresolved anger from past experiences without a shred of irony. Or Jesse Pinkman breaking his character of a wannabe gangster drug dealer to deliver a carefully worded clapback to walt about toxicity and gaslighting explaining the deepest mechanics of his personality. It would kind of suck, right? Which is why when Aaron Paul's character in Bojack gets a scene like that as Todd, it's very introspective but still delivered in Todd's voice because the writers know Todd and know the boundaries of what he can articulate.

Characters can gain introspection and learn to understand themselves over the course of a narrative, but it has to feel natural and have some precedent. It's a bit annoying when all the characters resolve emotional conflict like they've taken a class in anger management before.

And i think a lot of it is the writer idealizing relationships and interactions between their characters and a weird obsession with morality in fiction now. We need to be spoonfed why this character is bad or what is currently occurring in a lecture from another character lest someone get the wrong impression from the text, in many ways it comes across as unconfident writing.

In a perfect (or dystopian to some) world everyone can communicate impeccably with everyone’s feelings in mind and people will come away with the exact reading of a text the author implied. and sure it can be good escapism if that’s what you crave. but it just doesn’t make for very interesting stories!!

Some writers will try to hide therapy talk under several layers of meta irony, but honestly those can feel even lamer to me and dare I say lazier in execution. It's quite literally telling instead of showing the audience exactly how a character feels by having them sarcastically voice their internal feelings in the format of a mindfulness diary prompt instead of feeling confident enough in your audience to pick up on those themes themselves through subtler acting cues or interactions. It's the internal conflict equivalent of loudly breaking the fourth wall to shout that motorcycle slide was from Akira, instead of having faith in the viewer to catch a reference on their own.

This kind of self aware speaking about emotions definitely has its place, most notably in preschool programming because many of those shows are about teaching kids emotional intelligence and conflict resolution. But I am getting tired of this trope in other genres for older audiences, let things be messy and ambiguous! Your characters don't have to be perfect people! Let them have misunderstandings and make mistakes in relationships instead of speaking like licensed counselors!!

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adrift-in-thyme · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 17: “Leave me alone”

Read it on Ao3

- Fierce Deity & Mask

- Summary: Fierce cares for a wounded Mask

CW for blood and injury

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Link sits on the outskirts of the battlefield.

Fierce can see him from where he stands, a small, hunched figure silhouetted against a hazy blue sky and the remnant wisps of smoke. He starts toward him at a brisk pace, picking his way around the remaining bodies and rubble. He cannot help but wrinkle his nose at the conglomeration of unpleasant smells.

War god though he may be, he has never truly enjoyed conflict. At times it is necessary. But never is it enjoyable. The destruction it brings makes him ill.

Especially now, as he comes closer to the child and gains a better look at his injuries. He is bleeding. The emerald sleeve of his tunic has turned dark with the gory substance. A gash snakes its way from the very base of his neck down through his shoulder to end at his bicep. Its angry edges are coated in dirt and soot.

There is bruising too, peppering his arms and legs. And when he raises his head, Fierce can see that one of his eyes is swollen shut.

“Little one.”

He squats down, feeling abnormally large next to this tiny Hylian he has come to think of almost as his own child. Link looks up at him and sniffles. He raises a trembling hand, swiping viciously at the tears carving trails through the blood and dirt coating his face.

“Where’s the captain?”

There is anger in his voice, but Fierce disregards it. He has known this little hero for years now. He can tell quite easily when his anger is merely a front.

“He is safe.”

He reaches out toward Link’s injured arm. Link backs away.

“You are badly injured. Allow me to help you.”

Link shakes his head, cap flopping, bangs falling into his face. “Leave me alone. I don’t need your help.” There is a pause, then, “and he doesn’t either.”

Fierce blinks.

Ah, so that is what this is about.

Though the captain had willingly given himself over to the Deity’s strength, Fierce should have expected this to be a struggle. After all, Link does not know the promise he had made to the older hero. And his fear of the mask has not yet vanished.

With good reason, Fierce thinks, bitterly. Every time the hero uses it, his immense power takes its toll. It is a price he wishes he could rid him of.

“He tasked me with protecting you when he could not,” he says, solemnly. “Helping you would be fulfilling my oath to him.”

Link’s head jerks upward. More tears stream down his cheeks.

“You wanna help me? Let him go!” A sob tears through him and he clutches at his arm. Crimson runs down his fingers. “Let my brother go.”

Fierce raises his hands, instinct crying out that he comfort the broken child before him. But when Link curls in on himself further, he stops short of touching the hero. With his strength he could simply scoop him up and carry him away. He holds back, however. He does not wish to force his way unless absolutely necessary. So, they simply hover uselessly in the space between him and Link.

“Allow me to tend to your wounds and get you to safety. Then, I will release the captain.”

Link hiccups, his grip on his arm tightening, and finally, Fierce reaches out. Slowly, he pries the tiny fingers away from the wound. The captain had had bandages in his pouch and though he had been forced to use some for himself, there is still an ample supply left over. He begins winding them around Link’s arm with as much care as his war-calloused hands can manage.

“You’re hurting him.”

He doesn’t pause in his work, but he does look up from it for just long enough to see the broken expression on Link’s face.

“No, I am not. The captain gave himself willingly. As you know, that is the least painful way to utilize my power. He is not fighting. He is at rest.”

Another hiccuped-sob shakes the hero.

“Why? Why’d he put you on?”

Fierce tears off the remaining bandages and ties them tightly. It is not a perfect job, but it will hold for long enough to get him back to camp. They can take proper care of him there.

“Out of necessity. He needed to win this battle and care for the wounded. He could not do so with the strength he currently possessed.”

Link hands curl into fists. “That idiot. I told him never to wear it. I told him it was dangerous. I told him…” His words dissolve into another sob.

Fierce rests a hand on Link’s uninjured shoulder and the hero looks up at him, emotions swirling in his eyes.

“I promise you, little one, I will release him once you are safe. I have no wish to harm the captain…or you.”

He holds his gaze for a moment more, then turns to place the bandages back into the captain’s pouch. When he reaches for Link, the hero doesn’t struggle. And when he scoops him into his arms, he slumps against him with a trembling sigh.

Whether he is simply too weak and tired to fight any longer, or he has decided the Deity’s words are trustworthy, Fierce doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter to him, either way. His responsibility is getting Link to safety.

“The captain knew that you would not approve of his use of the mask, you know,” he says, once Link is securely in his hold and he has started his journey back. Link blinks, slowly, like one of the puppies they saw so often in Termina, exhausted after a day of running, yet still fighting sleep. “But you are precious to him. No sacrifice is too large if it ensures that you are safe.”

Tears well in Link’s eyes once more and he turns his face away.

“Idiot,” he mumbles again.

But there is something in his voice that Fierce cannot identify. Something almost like the feeling of sunshine trying to break through the clouds. It seems, sharing the captain’s sentiments was the right choice.

Humans really are such curious beings, he thinks as he walks back toward camp with the child curled in his arms. They care and yet, see fit to pretend that they do not.

“Fierce?” The voice is small, hesitant.

“Yes, little one?”

“You really are gonna let him out, right?”

Fierce smiles, grimly. So trust is still a ways away, then. No matter. He will repeat his promise however many times is necessary to soothe Link's fears. Someday, perhaps the hero will know that he wishes no harm upon him.

“I give you my word.”

Link sighs. His hand is curled around his tunic sleeve, Fierce notices now. The realization ignites a curious warmth within him.

“‘K,” he whispers and closes his eyes.

#whumptober 2023 #no.17 #‘leave me alone’#legend of zelda #hyrule warriors #linkeduniverse #fic #blood tw #injury tw #trin writes #lu mask #lu fierce deity #fierce dadity #yay I’m caught up #now just to stay caught up XD

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entomolog-t · 7 months

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Bite Me - Chapter 3

Not so fun conversation topics for two total strangers; Can June put two and two together?

We have officially passed the og comic so this is all uncharted water (though I would love to draw this out eventually!)

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

Word count: 1116

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization

Aedes stared up at the looming woman before him, her apology- no- her admission hanging heavy in the air. Her answer hit him like ice; both chilling him to the bone and freezing him in place. She admitted it. He was trapped, the weight of her admission holding him in place... and yet there he stood, cornered, but still free from her grasp.

"Then what?" He growls. The sound of his own voice grates on him; for all the raw anger in his voice, he hates that he can still hear his own desperation slipping through.

" I.. I don't know.” She bit her lip. His skin bristled at the sight of the woman's teeth. He watches as she grows uncomfortable. Good. “It's not like I planned what to do…”

He snorted. She didn't even know what she wanted to do with him? Catching for the sake of what?? Just wanting?? Was he that fucking insignificant? Was this some sort of sick fun? Just a game of cat and mouse? She couldn't even just be bothered to reach out and grab him- instead just prolonging the inevitable. His hands shook, claws digging into the meat of his palms as he clenched his fists. Her nonchalant attitude fed into his growing nausea. He could feel the blood he'd so recently drank rising up in his throat. Her answers terrified him.

"And if you catch me," despite being cornered, he made sure to emphasize the word if, "would you ever let me go?"

Genuine shock seemed to dash across her features at his words. Her expression softened, as did her voice,

"O-Of course!" It was strange. She sounded… almost remorseful. "Look, I'm not…I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hold you hostage- like that’s obviously wrong- it's just… this is weird, okay? You're in my house- my bed!”

It takes all of his willpower and probably some years off of his life to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. If you know it's wrong, why apologize ?? Just stop!? He grits his teeth. If she didn't care enough not to hold him prisoner in this stupid corner then why would she care enough to let him go?

“Of course?” He didn’t believe her, but he played along, counting his blessings that he remained out of her grasp for now, "So… if I let you quell your curiosity," He says, unable to keep the snide tone from his voice, "would I no longer be your hostage? Would you let me go?"

"I admit, that wasn't really the best wording-"

"Would you?" His voice, though fearful, is firm.

To his shock, she seems to shrink back at his tone. She nods.

"I… I'd just like answers…" She states quietly, her voice nearly a whisper. He narrows his eyes. Fuck. What was he supposed to say?? The moment she puts two and two together she’ll- He shook his head, frustrated. He needed a plan. An idea. Anything. His chest tightened as his mind spun. What was he supposed to do? Why did he have to tell her anything in the first place? Did she just expect him to act like a dog and sit and speak on command? The thought grated against his pride. He grit his teeth. She’d already told him to stay.

“And what?” He spits, “I’m just supposed to talk because you tell me "speak" ? Am I a pet or a person to you??" He winces at the bitter venom he tastes in his words. She holds all the cards. He shouldn’t outright try to provoke her, but his mind is spinning in desperation. What was he supposed to say?? She wanted answers he desperately did not want to give. The thought sends a shiver down his spin. Yet, to his surprise, his words didn't seem to anger her. He watched as she looked away- for a moment he was almost tempted to run, but surprise had him glued in place. She looked conflicted- or ashamed? He swallowed dryly, heart pounding in his chest Did she actually… could she actually see him as a person? After a long pause, she spoke.

"A person... I think?" His brief sense of hope seems to decay in his grasp- a sickening feeling of foreboding taking its place.

"You think?” He yells, voice growing louder with each syllable, "How can you not know?? Am I, or am I not a person to you!?” As he spat the question at her as he struggled to hold her gaze, his heart begging for her to see him… To his dismay, instead he saw himself; Reflected by the dim light from the moonlit window he saw his reflection in those too large fern green eyes. The sight disgusted him; A scared and pitiful creature trapped in the stare of being that was just so much… more. As much as he hated it, he refused to look away. However, she did.

"I- " she pauses, her gaze turning back to him- eyes pleading… for what?? Why did she look like she was pleading to him?? "I don't know. I mean, I know you're not a… pet. You're a talking, thinking being."

Oh?

Maybe there was hope… maybe she truly could see him…

"-but,"

Ah. There it was.

"I’m going to be honest… This feels different. I wouldn't contemplate catching a person... or you know, force them into a conversation with me. I-” She bites her lip, struggling to pick her words. “I don't want to lie to you. I promise you, I don’t see you as a pet, but honestly" She swallowed, seeming almost.. nervous? "I don't really see you as a person either."

Of course she didn't. What else did he expect? He wasn't a person to her- but then again, he wasn't a person at all. He wasn’t human- he was a parasite. The word tasted like poison on his tongue. He knew what he was, but if not a person or something to be had, what was he to her? Why was he still cornered?

“Then what am I?” He hears an angry desperation in his voice he hadn't known was there. Had she figured it out? If not a person or a pet, did she know he was a pest? She starts to answer and abruptly stops, reconsidering. After a moment, she continues;

"You tell me. What are you?"

He wanted to lie. To say he was nothing more than a man, just… a small one, but she had caught him in the act. How could he explain away… feeding. He grimaced. Why did it matter what he was? He was a thinking, speaking being- just the same as her!

“My name,” he sneered, “is Aedes.”

#This man is having a crisis #June has zero clue whats going on #its 3am and she is ready to lose it #CW dehumanization #Bite Me #Entowrites #JuneOC #Aedesoc #g/t fearplay #tiny vampire #tiny man #Giant tiny #g/t #giant/tiny #gentle giant #g/t writing #Macro/micro

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thesovereignsring-if · 6 months

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Honestly, maybe if you were forthright on how the story gonna be like, then the anon(s) wouldn't be so mad. There where a bunch of asks about whether the MC would be competent but instead of giving a straight answer you went about what this story is and isn't without actually answering the questions. Sometimes you make it seem the mC is only relevant because the other characters love the MC, and that's the only merit the MC has. And instead of confirming witch it is, you keep talking about power fantasy like wanting the mc to have qualities other than love interest/siblingtTM is wish fulfillment.

I've scrolled down the whole blog, and don'tknow wha

I know you're probably saying this kindly, but I'm probably going to answer slightly more emotionally than usual. Since you scrolled down the whole blog, you should have a seen idea the kinds of asks I've been answer to and why I might colour my words the way I have been.

But before I do that, I would politely ask you to never try to justify a certain anon's anger or behavior towards me by saying I should do this or that- I'm not here to placate people. I am here to write and produce a story and game. I don't care if people agree with what I say or not, and honestly I don't care if people get angry, but lashing out in anger in THIS fashion is completely unacceptable.

I believe I have been forthright and I already give away more information about the story and plotline than I really should to temper audience expectations.

I zero in on the 'power fantasy' and 'wish fulfilment aspect' because because that's what, at the end of the day, what those anon(s) want. That's what a large majority of fiction sets out to be. Especially popular media. Wish fulfillment. And it's exactly what I say it is:

A power fantasy is wish fulfillment, empowerment and feelings of accomplishment, in all shapes and forms. It’s feeling you have worth, it’s feeling like you did something good or right. It feeling like your useful. It’s all the things that send the happy feelings to your brain. Being “competent” and “useful” can also falls into that category.

How can I not be more clear that the story is meant to be oppressive and disempowering etc?? That it's not going to be that?? I explain, justify with reasons within the MC background. I've already buildt up and fleshed out in the game why the MC is exactly way they are are the beginning of the game. AT THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME. But if larger thematic concepts are too broad, then I've already said the MC is the underdog. Do people know what that even is anymore? I feel like I'm losing my mind.

So I'll be clear on this once again. This story is not going to give you instant gratification, you might not get it all at. The whole narrative is meant to be bittersweet at best and painfully depressing at worse. That is in almost every aspect of the narrative, including the MC.

You're going be used. You're going to be lied to. You're be betrayed. You're gonna be humiliated. And sometimes, you're going to have to gritt your teeth and move on. The MC is going to have to do that. So does everyone else in this goddamn story.

I don't give concrete answer because it's clear what I deem is competent does not match what others deem competent. Because if I do, people are going to come back and be say "but you said this..., you said that..." No matter what I say or do, people have their own expectations and belief and it's probably not going to live up to those expectations because.

And that's too bad. I've already written enough in Chapter 1 that shows mages and soldier MC can defend themselves just fine. I've already written that the MC can have a fruitful future ahead of them with their conversation with the Empress. They aren't the best in their field- they can't. They're barely an adult when the story starts. Do you hear how crazy that sounds? Most of the cast the far is 5+ years older than the MC. They have wars and conflict to prove themselves. The MC has basically finished high school and can already land a pretty comfortable career in the Empire for the rest of their life already.

This story has magic and monsters and kings and queens, but write my characters with a more realistic foundation. A lot of popular narratives have MC that dominate the narrative and I've telling everyone again, that this is not going to happen. The MC is going to have fight tooth and nail, like everyone else. It's on equal grounds.

And I say that the MC is loved and is relevant for simply being alive and loved- its because they are. The whole narrative conflict of the game is a succession dispute with in the family, were all the current successors have equal claim to the throne- including the MC and their older brothers who love them. It doesn't matter if the MC is the strongest, most powerful, capable or if they're passive. This is a constant that cannot and will not change no matter what kind of MC people play.

Sorry, but I'm starting if i'm starting to loose my patience with you, Anon, cause it does seem like you sent this in good faith, but I am getting tired of trying to justify myself all the time, especially after dealing with a particularly obsessive individual, who would not accept any explanation I gave and instead called it 'bullshit plot armor', when it really is a different flavor of realism. So forgive me, if I stop being kind, polite or generous with my time for them. Furthermore, you didn't read the messages they sent to my inbox because I made the choice not make them public and delete them. I only have so much time in the day to write game and answer every ask in my inbox. I wish I could, but I cant. There's 45 messages in my inbox as I'm writing this, but I try to answer the ones I feel are relevant and time sensitive.

Now I've said my piece, I'm gonna go retreat into my writer's den. If people are upset with what I've written so far, then I implore them to go back to pinned post, read and decide for themselves if they're willing to come along for the ride. Because if you people come at me with the same questions, I will answer the same way. If you do not understand what I am saying, than perhaps you may need to see it at a different perspective.

#answered asks #tsr #I was literally going to answer an ask saying I think the blog is done being a warzone #but I'm wrong

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curekibouka-writing · 2 years

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hi!! can i please request headcanons for sebek jack and adeuce (together) revenging her s/o who was beaten up by bullies?? you can totally delete this if you’re uncomfy! have a good day!!

Ace Trappola:

“Daaang, I didn’t realise we were going to school with a bunch of kindergarteners,” Ace jeers at the bullies with the corner of his mouth pulled up in a mischievous visage, “Does someone need to go to the angry corner to chill out?”

Ace is no fool, he knows better than to try fighting fire with fire, but he isn’t quite a saint enough to control his big mouth. He continues to make a fool out of those bullies, sometimes with remarks that sound almost childish, sometimes they are pretty on point, but either way, they were quite effective at blowing their fuse.

Naturally, the bullies are more angry than they already were. Ace quickly grabs you and runs when they chase after you two, but not before he tauntingly shouts “Oh crap, they snapped just like my dorm leader. Speaking of which, I wonder how my dorm leader would snap if he learns of this~” (it’s a bluff. Actually bringing it up to Riddle would hurt Ace’s pride)

When it all settles down, he stammers and asks you to please watch over yourself better because he doesn’t have the power to shield you or punish the ones who hurt you. Still, you realise he was so worked up for you that he would risk provoking the bullies again just to put his agitation into words. You can feel that, in his own way, he’s standing up for you.

Deuce Spade:

You can see the fury burning Deuce’s bright green eyes to ashes. His usually gentle eyes constrict angrily as he cracks his knuckles, spouting some of his delinquent vocabulary, stomping toward the bullies like a rampaging animal.

He might get into a fight with them if they continue to mock you, threatening to make them as beaten up as you are right now. And he can’t really stop it unless you or someone else pull him away (physically).

It’s like flipping a switch when he gets separated from the bullies and tries to calm down, his eyes return to normal, albeit filled with hints of regret. He grumbles that maybe he’s just the same as those bullies because he let his anger get to him and resorted to violence, maybe he’s not an honour student after all if the only thing he could do is be angry for you instead of protecting you when you needed him.

At this, you would hold his tightened fists and tell him that while resorting to violence might not be the best option, you will face the consequences with him. Changing himself bit by bit is not the same as pushing all his anger down the drain, especially not when concerned for the people he loves. His past self that he himself hates bursted out uncontrollably just for you, what more could you ask of him?

Sebek Zigvolt:

As explosive as Sebek is, he does not immediately retaliate physically. He has been taught that his strength should be used for guarding and defending instead of causing more casualties. He is desperate to stay true to that, his fists gripped tightly as if his fury is inside them and would escape if he doesn’t lock it.

But with his thunderous voice, he begins to reproach the bullies for their actions. He starts by saying that their finding satisfaction from hurting others is wrong, then gradually over-generalises it to “Good grief, why are there always humans like this? Humans who display such negligence towards people’s suffering is the exact reason why our Briar Valley had been suffering from conflicts with human nations for such long years in the past…”

A lengthy oration like this is quite enough to annoy the bullies into leaving, but not before Sebek shouts that next time they scheme something like this, they will have to go through him and his years of magical training as a guard first.

Just when you thought he was done, he whips his head to you sharply. With the same volume, he reproaches you for not seeking help from him when in danger. “I am a guard to Malleus-sama, I cannot mar my reputation by being unable to defend my own partner. I will be more vigilant and so should you! You cannot be harmed, not under my protection!”

Jack Howl:

A roar boils in Jack’s throat as he glares at the people who attacked you. How despicable of them to gang up against someone weaker and to beat you up knowing you don’t stand a chance to fight back. Nothing but a bunch of cowards.

Revenge isn’t quite Jack’s thing. An eye for an eye is just stooping to the wrongdoers’ level if you ask him, but this is not to say he will let them off the hook. He’ll make them pay, but fair and square.

He’s the type to walk the talk of “Hey, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”. He challenges the bullies to a battle (of any athletic activity, really, he could even be generous enough to let them choose) under the condition that if he wins, they will apologise to you and never do such things again.

Whether the bullies accept it or not, they’ll be leaving you two alone (the only difference is out of annoyance or out of shame). Jack clicks his tongues and growls that they are just chickens trying to come off as threatening, and that hurting you was a terrible display of power.

“Not that I’m in the position to judge them,” Jack scratches his head and admits guiltily, “I wish I could say my power was enough to prevent you from suffering like this, but I couldn’t. How about you join me for training tomorrow? You should get stronger too, for your own sake.”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst writing #ace trappola #deuce spade #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #jack howl x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst requests

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footygirl114 · 2 years

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12 and ale plsssss

Full disclosure: This one hurts

You had been sleeping with Alexia off and on since you joined the Barcelona squad 6 months ago. Being a centre forward brought in to replace Jenni you never expected to get involved with the captain but one rough practice changed that. You had stayed behind to practice your shooting after you couldn’t hit the target and got into it with Alexia for missing the net.

When you headed into the change room after this, you were annoyed and pissed mainly at your self. Walking in to Alexia being the last one left you lost it and took your anger out on her. One second you were screaming at each other and the next she has you pressed against a locker 2 fingers buried deep in you. It became your thing, you would show up to hers when you had a bad game or missed the net at practice and she would show up at yours after events when she needed to be someone she wasn’t.

You both never talked about it but you seemed to be in agreement that this was a benefits only situation. Yet why did every time she sneak out of your bed in the middle of the night did your heart break. Or when you would see her have hoards of people flirt with her you had to clench your jaw to avoid saying anything.

One training she had come in slightly late and had a blush about her cheeks, you both tended to avoid being around each other at training, so you were glad when Mapi called her out on it.

“Ale, why do you look particularly happy today?” Mapi asked her, you were glad there was only a few people in the locker room so you could see and hear the full exchange.

When Alexia replied with a blush and looked down when she answered “I just had a good night” you wished you couldn’t hear it, you also wished you could sneak out of the locker room without being seen. But when you got up to leave you tripped over your bag and face planted the ground in the middle of the room.

Immediately they both were there to help you but you couldn’t take her touch on your arm after what you heard, so you bolted before they could say anything. You were fine with your arrangement you didn’t know why this bugged you so much. It wasn’t until you were sat at home that night ignoring her call that it hit you. You were in love with her.

Avoiding her became the solution you came up with in your mind, and it worked for a week. When she finally had enough she waited you out after you were delaying the end of practice by having shooting practice. When you came into the locker room she was there, waiting.

“Y/N, I know somethings wrong” she stated at you when you walked in.

Feeling the energy deplete from you and your shoulders slump you tell her “I am fine.”

Snorting she says “you are not”

“how would you know, not like were even friends.” you huff out at her not being able to hold it in.

Without looking you feel her walk up to you and she stops in front of where you haven’t moved and she asks “is that what you think?”

“Sneaking out of my bed makes me think that yes” you tell her still not meeting her eyes.

“Y/N” she says in an understanding voice as she starts “you know thats what we agreed on”

“No we didn’t agree on anything. You were the one who never wanted to stay, never wanted to talk and never wanted to be seen with me.” you huff out and before she can say anything you meet her eyes as you say “I think I am in love with you and I am terrified that you do not feel the same way. That every time you leave my bed you don't feel your heart break over and over.”

You can see the conflicting emotions behind her eyes as your speaking and you prepare for the worst when she says softly “Oh”

“no dont worry about it, I know there’s someone else. I know I was never enough for you, and I was just keeping your bed warmer until better came along. I really do just want you to be happy Ale” you tell her, wiping the tears that have gathered in the corner of your eyes you gather your bag and keys and take off from the locker room.

The sound of her soft “Y/N wait” falls on deaf ears, as you flee, knowing you left your heart and possibly your career behind.

#woso imagines #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #mini fic

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eudaimonia83 · 10 months

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So, I love Gwyn. Adore her. She’s one of the few characters in this series that I love unequivocally. (See also: Lucien, Emerie, Cressida.) And I think her kindness, along with her past trauma, would eventually put her at odds with the NC and its current (abhorrent) power structure.

So that’s what I wrote into this particular excerpt: Gwyn’s moral dilemma, after she hears a particular confession from Elain. And her conflict between her need for safety and the idea that it might be an illusion. (Plus some Gwynriel goodness, bc let’s have everyone be fundamentally different from Feysand from here on out, plz and thank you. 😁)

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“Something happened,” [Azriel] said. It was not a question, but Gwyn shook her head anyway.

“It’s not important.” She sheathed her blade and turned to go. “I have early service tomorrow…”

“Don’t lie,” he murmured, and the shadows chittered again in concern.

“I’m not lying,” she hissed, anger flaring briefly that he’d caught it so easily.

The flash of hazel beneath a raised eyebrow. “You attend the dawnsong services twice a week, same as the other postulants, and you’ve already done your two or you wouldn’t come up here in the small time you have to sleep.” He crossed his arms, siphons gleaming blue as they caught the moonlight; a flash of cobalt among black, ocean moving restlessly beneath stars. “What ails you, Berdara?”

“Have you been spying on me?” she shot back. “How do you know that?”

“I am the spymaster,” he said, supremely cool and self-assured. A stab of annoyance pierced her, smack in the middle of her chest. Oh? He knew everything, did he? Smug bastard.

“Then you must already know, so why should I tell you?” she challenged him.

The silence that fell chafed at her, enough that she looked up at him — the opposite of what she’d meant to do. He was watching her from beneath hooded eyes, his features blurring into shadow, but she could feel his gaze almost as a physical touch. Seeking, seeking, always wanting to know more…

“What happened is the least important part of an event,” he finally said. Halting. Thoughtful. “The reaction of those involved — that’s the missing half of any story. And that tale can only come from the people themselves. From you…yourself.”

Was he…unsure? The confident shadowsinger? A tremor swept through her. She thought that would’ve made her feel triumphant, but it turned to dust in her mouth even as it happened. And the dust became a pulse of nausea, like the world was falling away.

…Can I tell you a secret?

Elain’s words throbbed in her skull. She put her hands shakily up to her head, her vision blurring, and swayed on the spot.

He was beside her in an instant. One arm swept around her shoulder, the other at her elbow. “Sit down, Berdara.”

It didn’t even occur to her to argue. She bent her knees, intending to slowly sink to the sand floor, but they buckled beneath her and she flopped down with a huff of air. He knelt next to her, wings spread as if to shield them both.

She breathed slowly, swallowing hard, until her vision slowly cleared. Fuck. What would he think of her now? A weak-willed child who couldn’t even bear what was inside her own mind?

He knelt, and she sat, the quiet of the night growing ever colder as midnight ticked by. Until their breath clouded around them. Until finally, finally, in a small and tired voice, she said, “I’m well. I should go to bed.”

“Don’t lie,” he said, the faintest note of amusement tilting his inflection up at the end. It was like hearing him smile. “You’ve not been well for months, Berdara. What happened today to make it worse?”

She shook her head.

A pause. “Was it what I said? Just now?” He shifted away slightly. “I only intended to correct your form —“

She laughed, a burst of a bubble inside her chest. Of course not, how could he be so stupid? “No, shadowsinger. It wasn’t you.”

The secret was so close, wanting so badly to spill out. She couldn’t. She’d promised Elain she wouldn’t. But the weight of it…that Elain didn’t feel protected, the beloved sister of the High Lady. Nesta hadn’t either; and she had been right, they’d sent her to the House of Wind and failed to protect any of them when they were kidnapped into the Blood Rite. Emerie hadn’t either, and her lovely wings were still mangled, breaking Gwyn’s heart every time she stretched them awkwardly. The thought that yet another vulnerable person didn’t feel safe here…that the leaders, who had guaranteed her safety and the safety of the other priestesses, might not have their best interests at heart…it felt like rocks, strapped to her chest and shoulders. Like opening a door to a familiar hallway but finding only open air beyond, and falling helplessly. If Elain went searching outside for answers because she felt she couldn’t trust Rhys and Feyre, how would any of them be able to trust them?

The shadows swirled gently around her, nudging her hair, swirling around her forearms. At least Azriel was here. He was an agent of the Night Court; but was he not also her friend?

She clenched her hands in the sand. Everything was falling away…

#acotar #fanfic #elain archeron #elucien #lucien vanserra #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #prythian #azriel

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goodnightmemes · 7 months

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SHUTTER ISLAND (2010) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You will be accorded all the help we can give, but during your stay, you will obey protocol. Is that understood? ❜

❛ You act like insanity is catching. ❜

❛ You are hereby required to surrender your firearms. ❜

❛ Then, personally, I'd have to say, screw their sense of calm. ❜

❛ It's as if she evaporated straight through the walls. ❜

❛ Seems like something you'd notice from time to time. ❜

❛ Sanity's not a choice. You can't just choose to get over it. ❜

❛ It's 11 miles to the nearest land and the water's freezing. ❜

❛ This is a mental institution, for the criminally insane. Usual isn't a big part of our day. ❜

❛ I always heard it was overrun with boozers and drunks. ❜

❛ You have outstanding defense mechanisms. ❜

❛ You misunderstand me. I said you are a man of violence. I'm not accusing you of being a violent man. That's quite different. ❜

❛ Since the schoolyard, you have never walked away from a physical conflict. No, no, not because you enjoy it, but because retreat isn't something you consider an option. ❜

❛ Just who the hell's in charge here, anyway, huh? ❜

❛ Jesus, are you ever sober anymore? ❜

❛ Are you real? ❜

❛ I'm just bones in a box. ❜

❛ Please. I need to hold on to you. Just a little bit longer, please. ❜

❛ You have to let me go. ❜

❛ I thought your investigation was finished. ❜

❛ I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect, listen to him, try and understand, you just might reach him. ❜

❛ Do you know what she was afraid of? You. ❜

❛ I have my dark days. I suppose everybody does. ❜

❛ What I'm doing, it's not exactly by the book. ❜

❛ I don't give a damn about by-the-book. I just wanna know what the hell's going on. ❜

❛ Lot of places to hide a body here. ❜

❛ I've had enough of killing. That's not why I'm here. ❜

❛ A lot of people know about this place, but no one wants to talk. It's like they're scared or something. ❜

❛ How do you believe a crazy guy? ❜

❛ That's the beauty of it, isn't it? Crazy people, they're the perfect subjects. They talk, nobody listens. ❜

❛ Luck doesn't work that way. The world doesn't work that way. ❜

❛ What if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you? ❜

❛ Don't you know how lonely I've been? You're gone. You're dead. I cry every night. How am I supposed to survive? ❜

❛ I buried you. I buried an empty casket. ❜

❛ My [name]'s dead, so who the fuck are you? ❜

❛ You should have saved me. You should have saved all of us. ❜

❛ The clock's ticking, my friend. We're running out of time. ❜

❛ Why didn't you save me? ❜

❛ You need to find him. You need to find him and you kill him dead. ❜

❛ Listen, I don't wanna leave here, all right? I mean, why would anybody want to? ❜

❛ What the fuck's the matter with you guys? Catch them, not kill them! ❜

❛ Stop me, please, before I kill more. ❜

❛ You told me I'd be free of this place. You promised. You lied. ❜

❛ They say I'm theirs now. They say I'll never leave here. ❜

❛ I'll never get out now. I got out once. Not twice, never twice. ❜

❛ This is a game. All of this is for you. ❜

❛ You're a fucking rat in a maze. ❜

❛ I'm gonna find out what the fuck is happening on this island. ❜

❛ Would you mind taking your hand from behind your back, please? I wanna make sure that what you're holding won't hurt me. ❜

❛ That's the genius of it. People tell the world you're crazy, and all your protests to the contrary just confirm what they're saying. ❜

❛ Once you're declared insane, then anything you do is called part of that insanity. ❜

❛ You're smarter than you look. That's probably not a good thing. ❜

❛ The brain controls pain. The brain controls fear, empathy, sleep, hunger, anger. Everything. What if you could control it? ❜

❛ You can never take away all a man's memories. Never. ❜

❛ Seen any walking nightmares lately? ❜

❛ You can't stay here. I'm afraid if they come looking for you, they might find me. I'm sorry, but you have to go. ❜

❛ You're as violent as they come. I know this because I'm as violent as they come. ❜

❛ If the constraints of society were lifted, and I was all that stood between you and a meal, you would crack my skull with a rock and eat my meaty parts. Wouldn't you? ❜

❛ If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you? ❜

❛ You don't have a partner. You came here alone. ❜

❛ You know, I've built something valuable here, and valuable things have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. ❜

❛ I'm trying to do something that people, yourself included, don't understand. And I'm not going to give up without a fight. ❜

❛ Did you know that the word "trauma" comes from the Greek for "wound"? And what is the German word for "dream"? Traum. ❜

❛ Wounds can create monsters, and you...you are wounded. And wouldn't you agree, when you see a monster, you must stop it? ❜

❛ You go there and you'll die. ❜

❛ You blew up my car. I really loved that car. ❜

❛ Tremors are getting pretty bad. How are the hallucinations? ❜

❛ Get out of here. This place is gonna be the end of you. ❜

❛ Your delusions are more severe than I thought. ❜

❛ After everything I've seen here, you really think you're gonna convince me I'm crazy? ❜

❛ You've created a story in which you're not a murderer. You’re a hero. ❜

❛ I wish I could let you just live in your fantasy world. I really do. ❜

❛ I'm sorry. There wasn't any other way. ❜

❛ I trusted you. I risked everything to come in here after you. Everything! ❜

❛ I told you not to come in here. I told you this would be the end of you. ❜

❛ If you ever loved me, please stop talking. ❜

❛ I need to know you've accepted reality. ❜

❛ You tried to help me when no one else would. ❜

❛ Which would be worse, to live as a monster...or to die as a good man? ❜

#rp meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #inbox memes #rp inbox meme #rp starters #rp prompt #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #*movie

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helenofsimblr · 15 days

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Elita: Tynas could not help himself but chuckle. You know if there’s one thing that pisses Evelyn off big time, it’s not taking her anger seriously.

Tynas: That sounds like him alright. I know you have little reason to trust me, and I can see why, but I had my reasons. I picked you because had one of your brothers gone, I can assure you the big bastard would have taken much less kindly to them telling him what to do than you. He always had a weakness for the girls you see, particularly the pretty ones. And I'm assuming that is why we are having this conversation the next morning...

Evelyn: Deliberately avoiding my actual question… this was a conflict that did not need to happen. My wrist is broken, possibly needing surgery and I’m visiting a chiropractor as well thanks to your little stunt that need not have happened. I could have easily negotiated without having to try to kill him…and had you told me what he was, I wouldn’t have even tried to kill him!

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Tynas: You won't need surgery, it's a minor fracture, can I offer you a cigarette Dr Van Richten? Or is it last night you'd have needed it? *he chuckles.*

Elita: Tynas came so close to death here he can’t even know, Evelyn’s hackles were raised... what did he know? She asked herself, but didn't give a voice to it.

Evelyn: I don’t smoke, and you’re playing a terrible game, Agent. You don’t want to cross me and my family. I came here to tell you that your damned paper won’t be published and kindly get bent. Be sure not to ask my family for any more favors. You’ve done enough and I’ll be sure to send the medical bills to your secretary because I’m not paying for them, you are, even after the fee you already paid.

Tynas: You're right and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so obnoxious. The truth is, Guy was as much a victim in all this as you are. He didn't ask to be the way he is, but I know him, I know how he thinks, how he feels, he's smarter than me I admit that... but he is predictable. I know you got hurt and I am genuinely sorry for that. But you had to be there. I knew he wouldn't kill you and he'd feel bad about knowing he crushed a carpal or two. Quite honestly, this is the best outcome all round. The thesis is gone, one of the smartest men in the world is still alive, and you got a nice pay day out of it all. I see no reason to be upset. This is truly the optimal outcome! Even if I say so myself

Evelyn *frowning*: There’s PLENTY to be upset about, but it seems as though you’re not inclined to give me the answers I know that you have. Victim or not, he will lose himself in the madness, if he hasn’t already. He was talking to someone else in the room at the time. When he goes full mad, you will have yet another problem on your hands beyond the one Ms. Brand was worried about. My brothers say she’s also worried about another one of Dr. Eichler’s monsters. Have fun with that…

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Tynas: I have a lot to occupy me for sure, all your troubles though, will be little ones. Have a good day Evelyn.

She flips him off without looking back. Tynas grunted and sighed.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ksu #tales from the district #Season Two #sparkiekong #crossover #tac #collab #Tynas #Evelyn #Van Richten

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suiseisyojo · 2 years

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Can I request prompt 22 with Ritsu or Leo, ur choice, thx. :>

〈gn!reader x sakuma ritsu ♝〉

a/n: some innuendos present! i chose ritsu because i haven't written for him on my blog yet and i adore him hehe thank you for requesting, i hope you liked it!

send me a chara + kiss !!

22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

“[Nickname], I like you~ I really love you♡” Lithe arms enveloped you from behind as a languid, sleepy voice caressed the shell of your ear; and without glancing up from the papers nestled in your hands, you knew it was Ritsu.

“You surprised me, Ritsu-kun! Are you on break?” you chortled, unfazed by his body weight leaning onto you and invading your personal space. Ritsu was notoriously clingy, everyone knows that, yet you prayed he couldn’t hear the pounding of your heart.

Pressing his head into your shoulder, Ritsu whispered, “I am, but…”

Ritsu rubbed his face into you, secretly appreciating how goosebumps slithered across the exposed parts of your skin, and continued, “... I was going to come see you, whether I was or not.”

Your eyes hadn’t shifted from your work, able to continue your tangent even with him talking to you. “You shouldn’t skip work to see me, you know I’m here all day,” you lightly scolded him, though you both knew there wasn’t a drop of actual anger in your voice.

“Didn’t you hear me, [Nickname]? I love you♡ Don’t keep me away from you~” Ritsu pleaded, a teasing cadence causing a surge of shivers to congregate at the base of your spine and ripple all over your body.

No one was present in the office besides the two of you, so Ritsu was mischievously exploiting this chance for some physical contact with you. There was a lot Ritsu could get away with when it came to you, you practically let him manhandle you whenever he needed.

Releasing a pent-up breath, you placed your newly abandoned work back onto the desk and clarified, “That’s not what I meant. I’m really happy to see you!”

You spun around in your chair, smiling when Ritsu innately loosened his grip around you to let you do so—before he quickly resumed his needy hug, inhaling deeply whilst pulling you upwards onto your feet.

“Hey…” Ritsu murmured, svelte fingers tracing along your chin to tilt your face upwards enough so that he could effortlessly kiss you. He tasted faintly of soda, the sensation of his lips molding against yours raising bubbles of heat in your gut that threatened to explode like carbonation in your throat. “Why don’t you stay over at my dorm tonight? Mikarin’s staying out late, so we’ll have the place to ourselves for a while.”

You were conflicted by his proposal. “Um…” You weren’t sure where you’d be in your workload by tonight, it was something you refused to neglect or put off, but… some time alone to cuddle with Ritsu was coveted.

Sensing your apprehension, Ritsu peppered your face with another stream of kisses; feathery and silken, the plushness of his lips on your cheeks coaxing you into agreeing. “Come on, please?” Ritsu appealed, “I really want to sleep next to you tonight… I need my favorite pillow to help me catch up on good sleep.”

That simple line was all you needed to convince you to agree.

“Okay, I’ll sneak in later, then,” you giggled, only to have Ritsu squish your cheeks together before giving you one last kiss. He was overjoyed, truly.

——That night, while waiting for you to arrive, Ritsu dozed off on the couch; a large, overly fluffy pillow resting snug in his lap as he had it ready for you (since he was going to be exclusively using you as a pillow).

And that’s exactly the sight you were greeted with when you slipped quietly into the dorm.

You peeked over at Ritsu, a blissful smile curving on your lips as your heart leapt over the the cuteness he exuded, and hurried to drop off your bags into his room. While you were there, you changed into your pajamas before trailing back out over to the couch.

No matter how many times you see it, Ritsu’s sleeping face was adorable… Serenity radiated from his form, and you felt just a teensy bit guilty when you reached forward to move the pillow from his lap.

But your plans on being stealthy were mangled when you felt Ritsu’s strong grip tug you forward, the vampirish knight effortlessly switching your positions so that your back was pinned against the couch and he could hover above you.

“I-If you’re awake, Ritsu-kun, you should say something!” you stammered, warmth swarming in the apples of your cheeks from the shock.

Ritsu’s tongue swiped out across his bottom lip, a predatory attentiveness to your flustered expression emanating from him. “I couldn’t surprise you if you knew I was awake,” he ribbed, “besides, you didn’t seriously think I invited you over to not spend time together?”

Despite his phrasing, Ritsu wasn’t even trying to hide his intentions. He dipped his face down into the crook of your neck, sprinkling your sensitive skin with a flood of kisses. They were airy, meant to entice you into his dark eagerness.

“Well, of course I thought that, maybe we could…” you puffed, self-conscious of how easily you succumbed to the appetite burning in your stomach. Ritsu’s teeth dragging along up your neck only made your body swelter, especially when he bit your ear and sucked.

His tongue licked the shell of your ear, before his mouth came closer to yours. “You’re so cute when you squirm for me♡” And Ritsu kissed you, slotting his hips between your legs as his mouth rounded with yours.

Ritsu was waiting for this moment all day, for the time where he could devour you to his heart’s content. The fervor in his lengthy kiss made you writhe, your body sinking deeper into his thrall—the white-hot pleasure overwhelming you, finding his touch the only substitute to screaming.

A thin trail of saliva oozed from your parted lips as Ritsu retracted away, and his hands fluidly moved to his shirt. “I want to see you feel even better…” Just as the fabric reached the halfway point, the door rattled.

“Ritsu-kun, ’m home—”

Poor Mika, who was done early, opened the door to the sight of Ritsu removing his shirt and panting, and he knew exactly what was happening. A high-pitched string of apologies flowed from Mika, who was otherwise absolutely speechless.

Both you and Ritsu had to calm him down enough so as not to let anyone overhear you staying over at their dorm, and as an apology for scaring him, you decided to prepare some snacks and tea.

And you’ve never seen Ritsu more excited for someone else to fall asleep before.

#c: sakuma ritsu #sakuma ritsu x reader #x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #prns: they/them #gn reader #drabbles #kiss meme #enstars

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