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luvinus · 2 years

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Hello! I'd like to request for househusband headcanons with the octotrio please! What's your interpretation of them as househusbands? :D

Househusband Headcanons - Octavinelle Edition

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Genre: Fluff, Romance

Warnings: The waiter being an absolute SIMP for these fish men

Waiter’s Note:

"Oh my gosh, hun. You're kiLLING ME I'M SUCH A SUCKER FOR DOMESTICITY I CAN'T- (X-X)"

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Azul Ashengrotto

Ever since you two got married, he's always been in charge of meals. Not only because he wants to watch his diet, but also to arrange the most luxurious dinner for the both of you. I sincerely wish I was you.

If you like to cook, he'd happily invite you to help him. It'd make things much faster, and you two could spend some time together while you're at it. <3

As you open the door and step into your shared home, the exhaustion of the day hits you like a truck. You take off your coat and leave your shoes by the door when you notice the absolutely delicious aroma coming from your kitchen. Your husband peeks into the hallway at the sound of your arrival. There he stood, cooking utensil in hand and sporting apron over the comfortable clothes he put together this morning. Azul gives you a smile, sensing your fatigue. "I'm almost done over here, Angelfish. Take your time and wash up," he says before resuming his work back at the stovetop.

OH AND WAKING UP NEXT TO HIM FWUOINRU. He'd look so pretty; hair tousled and voice soft while he's still blinking away the sleep in his eyes. Azul would nuzzle his face into your neck, refusing to get up when you had to leave for work early in the morn.

But, he'd never admit to it. He adamantly refuses your claims when you tease him about it, saying that he doesn't know what you're talking about, all with a pink dust on his cheeks. I'm losing it over this man.

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Jade Leech

I feel like he'd love to clean and keep his living space organized. Also, he'd always rearranging his little terrariums and potted plants around the house. You didn't realize how many there really were until you noticed that they changed about every week or so-

On that note, with all the moving around and cleaning being done, he'd most likely move and organize your things too. You're not sure if he hides your things on purpose just to keep you in the house for longer, but now you can't find your favorite pen. Huh, where did your signed documents go? You swear you had your phone around here somewhere... This little brat would INFURIATE me, but I love him, so I guess I'll forgive him.

Checking the clock, you realize that if you weren't up and gone in the next 10 minutes, you'd be late for work. You rush to stand up from your seat at the table, where lukewarm pancakes adorned with berries, chocolate chips, and syrup were found. You stuff one last big bite into your mouth before sprinting for the door and sitting on the ledge to put on your shoes.

Suddenly, you feel a weight atop your head, and you look up to see Jade standing with a playful smile, his lips parting to say, "Hurry along now, or you'll be late, my darling." He plants a kiss on your temple before pinching your nose affectionately. You give him a peck on the lips, tasting of sweet maple syrup, and hustle out the door.

Ok, hear me out: massages. I just KNOW this man gives the best massages ever. His big, strong, soft hands moving up and down your back, kneading at the tough spots of taught muscles along your shoulders and lower back. I just got shivers.

On days where you're really worn out, he'd simply cuddle with you in bed while running his hands up and down your back. He'd whisper words of affirmation and sweet nothings into your ear until you finally fell asleep.

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Floyd Leech

Very, VERY cuddly. This man would run towards you and latch onto you the moment you came home; he missed his little shrimp so much!!! It's so cute when he does this, like having a big puppy constantly circling around you like a shark. lol

Still somewhat helpful around the house. Your shared room will forever be messy though, so say goodbye to your favorite pair of socks. Floyd would probably steal your clothes too, so much so that your side of the closet seems noticeably emptier than it used to be...

You sigh as you dumped the big pile of warm, freshly-washed clothes onto your king sized bed. That's right, it was laundry day - the day of your triumph after finally wrestling Floyd to clean the room and whisk away all of the dirty clothing. While dividing the laundry based on who it belonged to, you hear Floyd come in.

Turning to look at him in his green and gold eyes, a spark flies between the two of you. It was always a race to see who could finish their side faster, you or your tall eel husband. "Hey, hey, are you ready now, little shrimp~? I won't go easy on you, 'kay~! Just don't go crying about how you lost to me!" "Oh, we'll see who's gunna lose this time!"

OH MY GOSH, he would totally make a game out of matching the socks together. He'd make a competition or game out of anything; that's the ONLY way he's even slightly tempted to fold the laundry.

On a different note, he'd probably also hide things from you, just to piss you off. <3 Not only that, but he'd put them in places you'd never expect. Like, why is your hair brush in the kitchen cabinet? Why is the jar of strawberry jam in the bathtub???

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jazeswhbhaven · 5 months

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Beel, Are You Srs Brah? WHB Event React Part 4 *Spoiler Warning*

Now you know the drill, gotta check out the previous posts if this is the very first part you're seeing <3 ->

Also to note, if you click on Part 3 here, it also has a way to get back to Part 2, and from there to Part 1! These will be added to master list too.

Here's to this being the final part hopefully~ Don't forget to get more snacks if you need ♨(⋆‿⋆)♨ TW://child death,violence

We're starting off with straight up angst everyone.

So we meet our buff-ass angel from the previous part (yes the one who disguised himself as a tiny devil woman) and he's here without the scar roughin' up Dre's twin brother D:

So in short, the buff angel beats the twin brother so badly he's barely alive, and Raph finishes him off. They described this very grisly, stating that he was cut in 6 pieces. Dre sat there helplessly and watched his brother die in such a way, especially for a child to see his brother die like that. PB really brought in the traumatic events this time around. It makes me wonder if anyone else has a dark past revolving around angel trauma (I know Levi does but I haven't gotten to that part of his bath story just yet)

Dre was full of rage when he charged toward Raph, he didn't care that he was swatted by the buff angel, and was offered the same way as his brother as he waited for death. Raph for whatever reason decides to cut his eyes as injury to insult, and then even worse the sword of light that slashed Dre's neck didn't make a clean cut so I'm sure that shit hurt and he was just going to leave him there to bleed out. An interesting development though is that Dre's brother who's dead...his amputated arm grasped his hand?? This is so crazy to me because that's a powerful brotherly bond right there. Even in death.

So we're back from the flashback and Dre is happy that he ran into this angel, the same buff angel that offered up his brother to Raph like nothing, and he will make sure that his revenge is dished out the same way that he witnessed toward his brother. Raph is big trouble when Dre gets a hold of him. But he says that by going blind, he was given the ability to see clearly, and to sense his enemy, and this is a grim silver lining to his trauma is how I read it.

This is not simply a physical disability to him, but something to aid in avenging his brother and his family. He accepts this as his new life, and he's glad it's all coming together.

So our buff angel is not so big and bad now. He's literally crying and begging Dre for forgiveness and even offering a way to expose Raph's weaknesses and refers to him as a monster. I mean the man is just out here willing to throw his angel brethren under the bus just so he's spared.

And now here's where I chime in from when I mentioned I had something to say earlier?

Now I know this is a serious part of the story. But this is a huge sidebar that I thought of well after the event.

This buff fucking giant of an angel, is groveling, crying, a pathetic mess despite being way larger and taller in size and you can tell by his sprite that he is, no doubt.

And if you think back to the form, he chose a tiny smol non-threatening devil, sure there's not much to think about here he needed a sure way to disguise himself. But his behavior here, his choice of disguise....

I wanna bully this angel so badly just because it's up my alley for big buff characters to be submissive, soft, and somewhat of a bbygirl or just pathetic little things. Because it's unexpected.

Like I thought he was gonna give Dre a run for his money ya know? Put up a fight? Nope. Just sniveling and crying and obviously lying about how he thinks the devils are great and how he hates Raph (maybe he does hate Raph tho but regardless)

Now, since he took part in Dre's trauma, I'm aware it's questionable to want to slut him out, but it's like yeah Dre let me 'play' with this one for a bit before you slice and dice him. Call me disgusting or whatever but hey.

Well, after the entire scene with buff pathetic angel and Dre (no surprise he started torturing him and ripping off the remaining wing slowly and genuinely smiling as if he were in peace)

We are back with our Avisos bois <3 they had made it to the Cosplay Cafe with Stolas' help! You know with all the lights in Avisos they've been complaining about how dark it is, so I wonder if it's that kind of light where it's only helpful if you're near it or something? Or maybe it's just that bad of a night life where you gotta be careful.

So the topic starts of Stolas asking what a Cosplay Cafe is and while Nabe is trying to explain, Amon is like "Hey are the cosplayers on the menu?" Like, I don't know what it is about Amon but it's like he's horny but lazily horny? lol like I don't know how to explain it. But he also brings up that he prefers Maid Cafe's. So it's very much implied that he likes this sort of stuff, (wink Amon simps dress up as a maid and serve him well)

Nabe once again questioned Amon's intelligence since he was sort of spacing out at the moment but was really on task with Miss Dealer.

I just assume Amon is one of those ppl whose focus is always there, but unless it pertains to something revolving around Beel it's the least of his worries so low minimal effort.

Yay an Unholyc reference!!! (if you've played before this devil is cosplaying one of the three love interests named Jung Hi, it's been a minute since I played so I don't remember much about him per se but it's cute to see cameos in the game. We'll probably get more)

So our bois are in the cafe, seated and waiting to get on with gathering more clues.

And clearly Stolas is not getting the program xD Like bby why are you threatening the staff he's just doing his job?? And damn we can't tell each others name in Avisos or we get killed? Rough stuff....

So Nabe inquires if something has happened because everyone seems excited and the devil next to them mentions seeing Dre or what they think someone who looks like Dre come in and cosplay as the famous 'Angel Hunter' he was scared so he pissed himself apparently and shows everyone (lmao okay dude)

So Stolas starts cussing him out and stuff but that ofc doesn't work and he seems more excited about that...

But the topic goes on about Dre, and the rumors that are out about him such as he was cut into 6 pieces, he walked around with his head cut for three days before sewing it back on...

Stolas even brings up that hanging around someone like that is gloomy and depressing. (I mean he's super anti-social lol so he's the one to talk)

And here our bby Amon sympathizes with Dre, relating to how painful it is to fight the angels and it made me feel a pain in my chest. More angst now.

But Amon relates to him, saying that someone with that amount of rumors about him must be skilled at what he does and he understands why he hates angels so much. That someone like that will carry such sadness with him as long as there are battles with angels.

Stolas calls Dre bizzare though for wanting to taunt the angels by decorating himself with left over body parts of angels. Even more weirder that this actually works on angels in the first place.

So after speaking about Dre, the Jung Hi cosplayer comes back again and asks them if they're going to order anything and well...

our bois are broke broke

like b r o k e

there's a little spiel here that compares the devils of Tartaros to the ones in Avisos and whelp, in short they can spend it on whatever whenever, without having to worry. The devils of Avisos were frugal, painfully so to a fault. But there was also no way you could get info for free here. You always gotta buy something first.

So what I find funny is that Nabe basically asked Amon if he'd be willing to pawn off his Beel toy and he straight up was like "Nah." in the most coherent state he's been the entire time.

Everything else is half-assed, but when it comes to his Beel merch. Never. Not in his goddamned life.

That's when the Jung Hi cosplayer noticed Amon's little keychain and was like "Oh if you wanted to meet Beelzebub you should have let us know~" and then-

I'm squinting hard like now I know that ain't Beel...has to be a clone maybe, a cosplayer that's really good at their job perhaps...can't fucking be this easy that they found him at the last place.

So while all of us even the bois are still trying to see if this is the real deal Beel, he's getting them to order stuff from the menus and sitting them back down.

So while he's getting their order together, Stolas and Nabe are dumbfounded and not even sure if they can tell if who they're looking at is a cosplayer or not because of how accurate the personality is.

Btw, they mention that he speaks like he's drowsy. This means....he has that groggy sleepy raspy voice („ಡωಡ„) *drool*

Meanwhile, Amon out here crying and reminiscing his past and Beel is just like :D not even acknowledging it. (bless..Amon is so emotional like he is literally meeting the person he admires)

So we're set back before Armageddon happened, back when Angels just used to come down and fuck with the devils when they felt like it. Amon is seen here just coming of age, and his parents have died from a recent attack. Due to living in Avisos, even if he had neighbors, no one would help and he felt useless in this moment. (PB bringing the angst once again)

Beel came to him to warn him about not crying so loudly or he'd be a target (an angel was about to kill Amon too until Beel sliced it's head off) and when Beel is described here by Amon, it's almost like you can hear that angelic music or that nice music that's usually in Latin or something (I don't remember the technical term ;.;)

So Beel introduces himself because at this time Amon has no clue who he is. That's when Beel also reveals that Amon is one of the 72 devils meant to serve him!

So Amon is further confused about his new role he's never heard about and that's when some lore about the 72 is dropped on us. Only God and the 7 kings are aware by feeling who the 72 are. No one really knows who and why someone gets picked it just happens.

And that sometimes, the devil can alert their respective king during birth, other times the king may have to seek them out on their own, and in Amon's case...he needed a "trigger" so a traumatic event to make his status known to Beel.

And then there's a cute moment where Beel gives Amon a cookie and pats his head while he's eating it. And Amon is wondering why such a powerful devil, a king is being so nice and kind to him all the same breath. (because Beel is a sweetie)

Awh, so at first we have Beel being wholesome and telling Amon it's alright to cry and be himself in this moment. But then...he randomly fucking does this

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Beel.

Please. We are trying to be serious here. You just found one of your nobles and you're licking tears (which seems like a Lucifer thing so that's odd) and saying you can make them taste better???? BO I

Alright, so we're left with t h i s and the next stopping point. And it's crazy because.... This officially means this is one of the longest reacts I've done T^T a part five next??? Lol Oh goodness.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb event #whb avisos bois 💚#whb andrealphus #whb beelzebub #honestly I can't believe this is part four #okay the next one is definitely the last part i swear

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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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Hiiii love bug can you do the fluff alphabet for farah

If your still doing that🫶🏻🫶🏻

I don't think the two of you understand how grateful I am that I got the same request twice! Writing these takes an eternity! However, these are not proofread, I am too tired to do that, so please excuse any mistakes!

And don't worry about the frequent requests, I'm used to the same people requesting from me several times in a row!

Fluff Alphabet for Farah

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Farah is an active kind of person, so she would love nothing more than to go out on a hike with you. Or maybe explore the surrounding area a bit. She doesn’t need to discover something every time, but spending that time with you is nice. However, if the weather is anything but nice, then she’ll simply spend the time cuddling with you in bed. Or maybe do a puzzle with you as well. She loves the ones with animal motives.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Farah can be a heated woman. She had to be in order to gain everyone’s respect. However, you still have the patience to calmly talk to her. You have the patience to talk her down when she’s about to smack someone again. Don’t get me wrong, she has a lot of self restraint, but it’s still nice to have someone be your voice of reason from time to time. She admires the fact that you’re usually a rather calm sort of person.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Farah is pretty good at talking. She’ll usually distract you from everything, be it by telling you about the beetle she saw or by giving you the most comforting hug you’ve ever received in your life. If you’re experiencing a panic attack, then she’ll play some games with you to get you to calm down. I’ve mentioned it before, but she knows a few breathing exercises as well, or maybe she helps you using the 54321 method. Either way, she won’t be leaving your side until she’s certain nothing bad is going to happen anymore.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

She likes to think that her cause will help her build something semi-utopic. She knows fully well that Urzikstan will never become a full utopia, but she wants it to be a nice, peaceful place since it is achievable. She loves her country, so she’d love nothing more than to live there with you. Maybe adopt some animals, have some farmland, tend to your plants and live off them. She wants to be self-sufficient to some degree. She also wants it to be disgustingly domestic, like taking your wrist as she runs ahead to show you something.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Dominant, definitely. Farah usually says what she thinks and isn’t afraid to take charge either. You’re more than welcome to add your input, she actually likes it when you do so, but she usually gets her way. Her ideas are usually good as well, so they’re worth entertaining. However, it’s clear she wears the pants in the relationship. If you’re too scared to talk to the waiter regarding your order, she’s your woman. She can do just about anything with confidence,

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It depends on the topic. Usually, Farah doesn’t forgive or forget that easily. Even when it’s you, she won’t forget the way you spew your poison of passive-aggressiveness at her. However, if it’s you, then she’s more easy to forgive. She does value what you have. While fighting she is also very passive-aggressive. Won’t yell at you, but she will make her point clear. Doesn’t budge easily either. Fighting with her is rough since she’s usually in the right, she knows what she’s talking about. If it’s something small she won’t always admit she was in the wrong either.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Generally speaking, she’s on the more grateful side. War could take her away from you any moment, so she has to be grateful. She’s grateful for everything you do for her, from cleaning the dishes to folding the laundry to giving her a kiss before every operation. It won’t last for eternity, so she needs to make every moment count, ergo she’s very grateful for all the time she gets to spend with you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

She doesn’t tell you about every operation she goes on. Doesn’t tell you about all the people she’s killed. However, she’s a rather open person in general. If you’re close enough, if she trusts you enough, then she’ll share her tragic past with you and open up to you. Sometimes she will seek out comfort from you as well. So yeah, there won’t be too many secrets in your relationship on her behalf. At least none that are relevant.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

She’d likely always try to overwork herself, becoming a better version of herself. She blames herself for the people who have died for her cause, even if not all of those deaths were her fault. You’d likely get her to relax for a little bit, calm down as well. Although she will still mourn every brother and sister she’d have lost, she won’t grieve too much about it anymore. She has a big goal to work towards, a better future for her people, her and you. Together.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Kind of. If you’re getting too close to someone for her liking, then yes, she absolutely gets jealous. Especially if she doesn’t know that person well. She won’t kiss you in front of that person to get them to back off, but she will gently grab your hand and hold it in front of that person so that they get the right idea. But she doesn’t really act too much on it otherwise. She’s an adult, she know better than to second guess your relationship. She’s not that insecure.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I don’t think Farah has had anyone before you, never having had time for a relationship before. However, I don’t think she’d be a bad kisser. A bit clumsy, maybe, bumping noses together, but she wouldn’t be bad. She’d be average. However, she’s a quick learner, so she’ll get there fairly quickly. Your first kiss would be clumsy. She’d miss your mouth a bit and kiss your cheek instead. And when she’d go for it again, she’d bump her nose against yours. It got both of you to giggle.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Nothing too fancy, she doesn’t have time for that. She’d invite you for a walk, get to a nice spot and then confess to you there. Although her language may get a bit flowery, she gets straight to the point. Do you want to be together with her? Yes or no? She doesn’t really have the time for heartbreak, or too many feelings, so she just wanted to get it out as soon as possible.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I don’t think she particularly wants to get married. Sure, she wants to live together with you and have a good old time, but she doesn’t need to be bound to you by some silly vow. Isn’t her daily adoration, the way she almost worships you, enough for you? She’s committed anyway, she loves you above all else, but she doesn’t see the need to put a ring to it.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Habibi/habibti, rohi or ya amar in Arabic, and my love, my moon or my heart in English. She loves having sappy and romantic nicknames for you in her native tongue and in English. However, she does like to add “my” in front of those words to show everyone that you’re hers and hers only. Besides, calling you hers makes her heart flutter. She sometimes gets creative in Arabic and calls you all kinds of sweet and mushy, over the top nicknames.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s only kind of obvious, and only to those close to her. She gets more chatty with you, she gets ever so slightly more touchy with you as well. While she may not always be able to make time for you, she will go out of her way to grab some coffee with you and talk over anything and everything first. She doesn’t really express her feelings that much, only the necessary amount for them to not bother her too much. Brings you gifts sometimes, holds your hand when she can, compliments you as well. That sort of thing. Will also think about you a whole lot more.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

She doesn’t really brag about your relationship, but she doesn’t hide it from the world either. If someone asks about you then she’ll tell them about you, but she won’t go out of her way to introduce you as her partner every time. She’s not shy about PDA, but she doesn’t really go out of her way to show it either. If you wanna kiss her, then that’s fine, you don’t have to hold back, but she won’t really go beyond hand holding of her own accord. Again, do as you please, but keep it within reason.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

She knows how to speak her mind. You won’t ever see her lying about something, she’s just honest like that. There’s really no reason to walk on eggshells around you all the time. She’s good at communicating her every want and need, so you’ll know what to do. She’s also more than happy to negotiate with you about something. Communication is key, and she can do just that. She’s like that with everyone else too, so why shouldn’t she be like that with you as well? You’ll always know what she thinks, either through your intuition or through her telling you.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

She can be rather romantic in theory. In practice she really doesn’t have the time for much else aside from the occasional walk. She wants to eat at a fancy restaurant with you, watch some awful but funny rom coms, dance in the rain, win some plushies for you at a fair. She really does want to do all those things with you, but she can’t since she doesn’t have the time or the means to. So, for the time being, it will be cooking together, cuddling on the bed and eating snacks. But other than that, she will do whatever is in her power to make you happy. She would go as far as tell the most embarrassing jokes in the hearing range of anyone just to see you smile.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes. She will support you however she can. Truth be told, she won’t be able to do too much since she doesn’t have a lot of money she can spend freely, and she doesn’t have a lot of time either, but she will always ask you about what progress you’ve made thus far. If you need a shoulder to cry on, she’s there for you. If you just want someone to give you an inspiring speech, she can do that too. Just give her the word and she’ll do whatever’s in her power.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

She likes having a routing for the basic things, but she does like something new every once in a while as well. As mentioned already, she likes going on walks and hikes with you. Sometimes she’ll take a different route just so she can see some new scenery with you. It doesn’t have to be anything big, sometimes just trying the new vendor’s food is enough for her as well. However, she needs something new every once in a while, otherwise she’ll grow bored of life. She does want you to be part of it as well, though.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

I like to think she would know you pretty well by the time you’re together. She notices the subtle things in and about you as well, and will mention them too if they’re positives. She can be a pretty empathetic person as well, but not too much. Although she’d love to share the pain of her brothers and sisters, she can’t always do so. But that doesn’t mean she’s not immune to the cries of the suffering. If you’re happy, she’s happy. But if you’re sad then she’ll also feel a twinge of sadness. However, her emotions won’t nearly be as intense as yours.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is very important to her. About as important as her closest friends and her cause. She would go to great lengths to keep you safe. But I don’t think she would stop her cause entirely for that sake. Uzbekistan is important to her. However, I don’t think you would ever get in a situation where she had to choose between her people and you. She does keep you safe at all times. You likely won’t have to worry about the harder choices with her.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

She probably has a plushie that she gave to you. It was important to her, but she wanted you to have it. She loves it, if she could she’d still be actively cuddling it. It was a gift from a young girl who wanted to support her cause. It’s among Farah’s most cherished items. However, she does believe that the plushie is in better hands with you. Will sometimes take it from you and just hold it for a few moments before returning it to you, though.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Behind closed doors? Absolutely. If it was up to her, you’d be cuddling the entire stinking day away. She won’t go overboard if that’s what you want, but she loves to give you kisses to your forehead. Another thing she really loves is to hold your hand while you’re sleeping next to her. She’ll squeeze it gently too to show you that she’s there for you. She really wants you to dream a little dream of her being madly in love with you and taking good care of you as well.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

By remembering all the good times you’ve had together. She’ll also text you quite often, sending you funny pictures of her with this cool bug and lizard she found on a rock. Might call you on the calmer evenings as well to ask you how you’re doing. Your voice really calms her down, it’s the most soothing sound on the planet for her. She’ll also go through the photo gallery and the selfies she made with you, or all the pictures she has of you in general.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Pretty much, yeah. However, she’ll always play it safe whenever you’re involved somehow. She’ll keep guards posted if it means you won’t get kidnapped. While she won’t be able to afford an even greater war with even more nations involved, she will absolutely kill for you. She can’t afford to die, so she’ll live for you instead. Her line of work is rough, but she’ll do what she can to keep you happy. Even when she’s been shot, she’ll limp back to you just so you could see her alive.

#cod #cod x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #and that's the last request in my inbox for now! thank you all for participating!#I am so tired again today. but hey I got two requests done which is something #again I don't have any requests anymore for now. which means I might have some time to write an idea I had today #it's something I've been thinking about for a few days now #hope y'all have been doing well as well though #work was so slow today there was nothing at all for me to do so I just studied all day there #and I'm probably gonna be doing the same the rest of the week too #I have therapy again tomorrow so if I get a request I might not be able to get it done immediately #sorry about that but I think I need some time to myself now too #once all of this is done I will bake a nice cake though #one with poppy seeds

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chenziee · 6 months

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The Stubborn

This story was written for the amazing @zosanauzine!! You can find it as a part of the main zine :D

It's also a part of the Obstacles soulmate AU verse 👀

This is actually a little bit of an extend version because I needed to cut a scene out for the zine because of word count 😭 there's also a few minor changes because I wrote this way before The Markless so I had to do some edits to make the timeline fit together but shhh

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They say that everyone has a soulmate out there somewhere. There will always be a person matching the mark decorating your skin, you simply have to find them.

Sounds easy enough.

But nothing is ever as easy as it seems when the world is separated into five seas, when it’s nearly impossible to travel through freely unless you have government permission to cross the Red Line and a Navy warship to get you through the Calm Belt. Only the strongest—or absurdly lucky—go wherever they want and survive.

And, even if you overcome all those odds and are able to travel across all the seas to find that person, there can be other obstacles to stand in the way.

Blank skin is one.

Stubbornness another.

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“You seriously don’t have a mark?” Usopp asked doubtfully.

Sanji sighed before he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. Only after a ring of smoke left his mouth did he bother to look at Usopp to reply, “Seriously. And good thing too, it gives me the freedom to love all the ladies.”

“Uh-huh,” Usopp hummed, raising an eyebrow. A person without a soulmate—or at least without a soul mark—wasn’t completely unheard of but they were usually people like Luffy, people without a single ounce of interest in romance or dating. Not… Sanji.

Torao may have put a tiny dent in that theory but the point still stood.

Usopp knew there had to be a catch. Either Sanji was lying, or his mark was so subtle that he mistook it for a regular birthmark. There was simply no way that—

“Ah, crap,” Sanji cursed when he dropped a spatula.

And then, Usopp could only watch as Sanji bent down, the hem of his shirt riding up on his back and exposing a little bit of skin.

It felt like Usopp’s jaw hit the floor when his mind processed just what he was looking at. There was a mark. The mark. The exact soul mark that Sanji claimed he didn’t have. And its shape was—

Usopp had to rub at his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things but no. It really was three crossed swords, the one in the middle suspiciously resembling Wado Ichimonji.

Immediately, Usopp’s mind flashed to all the times their local Three Sword Style expert pointedly ignored any and all questions about his soulmate. He remembered all the fights that used to abuse the Going Merry and that still continued to abuse the Thousand Sunny to this day. He could practically see the face Zoro made everytime Sanji would go off to hit on yet another random, beautiful woman.

And suddenly, it all made sense.

Gulping heavily, Usopp bit hard on his bottom lip to keep his voice level as he addressed Sanji, who was now scrubbing his dropped spatula in the sink. “Hey, Sanji,” he started slowly. “There’s something on your back.”

Sanji paused at his words, turning his head to look at Usopp, then craning his neck to see his backside. He struggled for a few seconds, even reaching with his hand to blindly try and brush the non-existent dirt off of himself, completely misunderstanding what Usopp had meant.

“I can’t see, can you get it for me?” Sanji asked, frustration clear in his voice.

And Usopp… had to struggle very, very hard to not start laughing as he complied, making a show of ‘cleaning’ Sanji’s shirt.

This was seriously getting better and better. Not only had he learned some wonderful, sweet information that Nami would pay good money for—maybe even forgive the interest on the money he had borrowed from her if he played his cards right—but Sanji also didn’t know about any of this because he couldn’t see his back.

The peaceful days on the Sunny were about to get a lot more interesting.

—————

Zoro didn’t understand. It was as if overnight, the rest of the crew had collectively decided to become a complete pain in his ass. He could simply be training and minding his own damn business, and suddenly, Nami would start loudly complimenting the cook’s new pants, saying how well they fit him. The stupid love-cook wasn’t able to form a single sentence the rest of the day; the only things that came out of his mouth were incoherent mumbles and sighs of ‘Nami-swan’, which only annoyed Zoro more. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cut Sanji or Nami for that.

Or he could be sitting in the kitchen, trying to eat his late breakfast in peace when Robin would walk in. She’d look at Zoro, then Twirly standing at the stove and smile, only to note how ‘sweet’ the atmosphere was.

Zoro had nearly choked on his rice.

One time, he was even asleep when Franky had decided to loudly drop one of his creations right next to him. Zoro had startled awake, thinking they were under attack but then Franky’s laughter filled his ears.

“Hey, Zoro! You look super tired!” he said. “You should get some sleep, man.”

“Shut up,” Zoro replied with a yawn. This guy, seriously; what did he think Zoro was trying to be doing?

Franky grinned with a suspicious spark in his eyes, like he was dying to make fun of Zoro further but desperately trying to hold back. “You should ask Sanji to help you sleep.”

Zoro’s eyebrows shot up. What the fuck was this cyborg even saying? “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked finally, after what felt like an eternity of them just staring at each other, trying to gauge each other’s thoughts.

“Who knows?” Franky shrugged, his teasing grin only widening. “But Sanji’s our super cook and he spent two years learning new recipes. I’m sure he can whip up something nice especially for you.”

Zoro blinked, giving Franky one last blank look before deciding to ignore this entire exchange and go back to sleep. There was no point pursuing this further; he was sure he wouldn’t get anything else out of the shipwright that would make any sense.

But there were many more instances like this; Usopp noting how ‘amazing’ Eyebrows was at random times. Brook telling him to cherish his soulmate after reminiscing about the time he had spent with his own. Jinbe earnestly wishing him good luck for no reason. Nami threatening to charge him if she was ever ‘subjected to hearing things’, whatever that meant.

There was something off about the whole thing. It was as if…

No, it couldn't be. There was no way the idiots had somehow learned about Zoro’s soulmate… situation. After all, he’d made both Luffy and Chopper swear to not blab out anything stupid and he always made sure to wear his haramaki to keep his mark perfectly hidden. After all, there was no need for anyone to know, no need for anyone to see the stupid spiral on his hip—least of all, the shitty cook it belonged to.

Closing his eyes, Zoro cursed internally; the universe really had a sick sense of humour. Of all people, of literally all the people in the world, his soulmate just had to be someone infuriating. The only saving grace was that the idiot was too stupid to realise.

Seriously, it was ridiculous. Who even missed something like a soulmark? How did that happen? He might have expected something like that from Luffy but not the cook; he might have been absolutely maddening but he wasn’t dumb. He had saved the crew several times by using his brain before but apparently, finding something on your own skin was a more challenging task than outsmarting the navy headquarters at Enies Lobby.

Zoro startled at the chuckle that easily passed his lips at the thought. Stupid Mr Nosebleed making him feel all these things. It would have been so much easier if he was just an annoyance or just an endearing idiot but no, he had to be both. Making Zoro want to kill him and kiss him and then kill him again all in the span of five seconds just by breathing and it was driving Zoro absolutely insane.

“You’d think I’d get used to all this by now,” Zoro growled, ruffling his hair in frustration.

“Is this about Sanji?” A soft chuckle accompanied the words just before someone sat on the barrel next to him.

Zoro sighed. “Why do I get a feeling no matter what I say, you’re not going to believe me?”

“Because you’re not a very good liar,” Robin laughed, crossing her legs and leaning back against the railing behind her.

“Shut up,” Zoro could only grumble before looking away. At least he could confidently say he was still better at it than Luffy. It was just that nothing seemed to get past this woman.

“You two are so cute. You do know you could just talk to each other, right?” Robin was quite obviously holding back laughter as she asked, even having to raise her hand to hide her mouth when Zoro shot her a glare.

“As if I could just bring that up!” he snapped. “What would I even say? Shitty cook doesn’t even know.”

Robin smiled at him gently. “Doesn’t he?”

Zoro froze at her words, but before he could so much as ask what that was supposed to mean, Robin continued, “The connection doesn’t appear for no reason. It doesn’t have to be that difficult, you know.”

Zoro didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like she was wrong but it didn’t seem right either. They hated each other. They couldn’t say good morning without it turning into a fight. And yet, this woman was basically saying it was all in his head.

“Easy for you to say…”

Letting go of a deep sigh, Zoro let his head fall back. He couldn’t help but note what a beautiful day it was. Almost too beautiful. They must have been close to a spring island.

If only everything was as simple as the cloudless blue skies.

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“I’m off! I’ll make sure to pick out only the best ingredients for you, ladies.” Sanji bowed before he turned around to leave.

The Sunny had docked at a spring island earlier that morning and after some preparations—namely Luffy insisting on getting his pirate lunch-box before going anywhere—the crew was ready to go check out the port town. It didn’t really matter to Nami what any of them did there, as long as Luffy didn’t manage to set the town on fire before lunch but…

As funny as the whole thing was at first, she was also getting a little tired of it.

“Sanji!” Nami called after their retreating cook. “Take Zoro with you!”

Both Zoro and Sanji froze, whipping around to stare at her with open mouths.

“Why would I want to bring the idiot mosshead?!”

“Why would I want to go with the idiot love-cook?!”

Nami sighed deeply before pointing at Zoro. “Because I don’t want you to get lost and—” she paused to point at Sanji— “because I don’t want you to get distracted.”

It was a lie, a transparent one. It wasn’t like this was the first island, the first city where they would each go their separate ways with no idea what the rest were doing. As much as she was right about Zoro’s sense of direction and Sanji’s tendency to chase after women, she had never gone out of her way to force them to stay together for no apparent reason. But if she didn’t step in, they would never get anywhere and she was done watching these two dance around each other like a couple of idiots.

“Oi, Nami,” Zoro hissed but a single stern look from her was enough to end the argument before it even began.

They were going to go together and talk and there was nothing either man could do about it.

—————

Automatically grabbing the bag that was handed to him, Zoro wondered why he had even agreed to this. He wanted to say it was because of the kindness of his heart, because he took pity on the cook, because he had nothing better to do. He didn’t want to admit it was because he was scared of Nami or worse, that he wanted to spend time with Curly. Absolutely not.

But there was a damn limit, alright?

“Hey, Cook,” Zoro growled when he was handed yet another bag. “Just how much stuff do you want me to carry for you?”

Brow raised, Sanji put down the apple he was examining to look at Zoro instead. “What else are you here for? Don’t tell me this is too much for a muscle-head like you.”

“That’s not the point! You carry something, too!” Zoro snapped back because really, it wasn’t like it was heavy but why was he carrying all of the thirty shopping bags?

“Why should I? Plus, I need both hands to choose the highest quality food for Nami and Robin.”

Sanji’s snarky tone softened as soon as he thought of the girls and Zoro hated how much that change irritated him. Why did he have to get stuck with this womaniser for a soulmate? “It’s always about the women,” Zoro muttered bitterly.

“What?” There was a mix of annoyance and honest confusion in Prince’s voice and somehow, that only made Zoro angrier.

“You heard me,” he said curtly, looking straight at Cook in a direct challenge.

There was a moment of silence while Sanji stared back, then wordlessly lit a cigarette. Closing his eyes momentarily, he took a moment to blow out the smoke before he glared at Zoro. “Are you picking a fight? Who do you think all the rice is for, huh?!”

“For me, so the razorblades have flavour!” Zoro shot back, already reaching for Enma despite all the bags in his hands.

“You asked for those!” Sanji’s foot was on fire now, slowly rising up to return Zoro’s attack… but then it froze in mid-air, the flames dying as Browgoro blinked, his mouth falling open, cigarette dropping. “Wait, you actually ate that?”

Suddenly, it felt like the flames from Sanji’s attack jumped over to Zoro’s face; he wasn’t sure why he was embarrassed—he had been very proud back on Punk Hazard for managing to digest those, just like he had claimed he could…

So, why did he feel like disappearing off the face of the earth now?

He couldn’t even look at Dart-brow when he replied, his voice a quiet mumble, “We can’t waste food, right?”

Grave silence settled over the two of them at his words; it was like everyone at the market had disappeared, leaving only Sanji, Zoro, and his increasing sense of mortification.

It felt like several long, agonising hours later that Sanji finally let out a long-suffering groan and buried his face in his hands. “Why did I have to get stuck with this Marimo for a soulmate…”

Immediately, Zoro’s good eye widened.

“You knew?!” he asked in horror. Curly had always claimed he didn’t have a soul mark, that he was ‘free to love all the ladies’, so what the hell was he saying right now?!

Sanji visibly froze; he obviously didn’t think before speaking, was probably just as shocked as Zoro to hear his own voice forming the words.

They stared at each other for a moment, both too stunned to even blink. It took a laughing child crashing right into Zoro to get time to move again… only it felt like it sped up a little too much. Zoro’s head was spinning. He barely knew what was going on anymore, only that he needed to do something. Anything. But… He was never one to think too deeply about things.

That was what Sanji was there for and look where that got them.

Clenching his jaw, Zoro decided.

Fuck it.

He took the two steps that separated them, grabbing Sanji’s arm without a word to drag him away. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know what he was going to do…

But if, at the end of it, he finally learns what Sanji’s lips taste like, that was perfectly fine by him.

—————

“How did it go?” Usopp asked casually when the two of them got back.

“We got everything for your special tangerine sauce, Nami!” Sanji called, completely ignoring Usopp in favour of waving to the navigator. No surprise there.

Zoro clicked his tongue at the cook’s antics, simply walking by while carrying all of the many shopping bags. “Sanji, I’m gonna drop these in the kitchen. Put the shit away yourself.”

“As if I’d let you mess around my kitchen anyway!” Sanji snapped back immediately.

Yep, nothing’s changed. Usopp wasn’t surprised Nami’s plan didn’t work; if forcing them to be alone was enough, then they wouldn’t be—

Wait.

“Did you just call him ‘Sanji’?!”

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Penguins of the Madagascar 200 follower event :D

So, Uh, this is one of the two that won [the other being We Happy Few], and so I write!

This is going off of a Intern! [Reader] for these, as that makes the most sense in the in-universe.

So, To start things off with a Dave's Intern reader, I should likely explain why you're an intern, and more specifically, Dave's intern.

Dr. Octavius Brine is a scientist, but we the audience know that he is an octopus. Well, he needs someone to take care of PR [Public Relations] and menial things like interviews, so he hires a little intern/assisstant to do things for him.

Now, he's sort of forgetful of you, [as seen by 'accidentally' kidnapping you when he asks you to follow him onto the sub]. Essentially, he asked you to come onto the submarine with him so that then he could talk to you about coming out to the public with a submarine and why does he have it? But then, he got confirmation that he got the penguins and he ordered Geoffrey "rush to Italy!" While you're on board.

Now, if this is the Reader who simply thinks, 'Eh, money is money', then the minute things that happen like his constant obsession with eating fish and adding octopus motifs onto things, are simply things you don't acknowledge. And realistically, it likely is, so that's another thing we're sticking with.

Now, Dave is already Needy with human's attention, so having one that doesn't care about him being an octopus? Well, he's very attached to his little assistant, waving off little concerns about why he needs an intern around so much with just "I'm teaching them, now, don't interupt me." Dave is Needy, as we just focused on, but also Overprotective due to most of the good things in his life leaving him for 'cuter' animals, like humans attention at zoos. He finds himself often coming closer to you when anyone talks to you [whether they be a scientist or reporter] and wrapping an arm [tentacle] around you as you speak to them, trying to ward them off without saying a word. Clingy is more-so another factor of him staying with you, sticking with your personality and person even when the reporters and scientists are long gone, leaving him to slowly crave your praise and adoration, rather than others. Of course, they still give him a dopamine rush, but nothing makes him happier he's making evil plans than hearing you praise his intelligence, listening to how your remarks on his newest research are in-depth and never thought about before.

The Penguins: A bit of a weirder version, as it's 4 differing people with differing personalities. With that in mind, there's no reason for a yandere version of them, so instead, they became yandere due to your shock of Dave's plan, and attempting to subtly help them, leads Private to be a little more friendly, a little more obsessed. Overall, the main traits they all have in common are: Impulsive [Rico], Self-Indulgent [Private, and Skipper, surprisingly], and Kowalski is an interesting case, since he's more-so into your mind, how does it work? What did you pick up while working with Dave? Etc, so he's not any one defining characteristic.

North Wind: Another four person group, so naturally, just the main few characteristics in order to keep this as orderly as possible. After the penguins help you out and the North Wind picks all of you up, you rest with the North Wind, having them pick your mind about Dave, and what he's planning and how to stop him. Of course, with such nonchalance, Classified is a little more skeptical and forgiving with Reader, as Reader is so chill. Main traits are: Possessive, Manipulative, and obsessive, with a major part being possessive, and manipulation coming in with "They worked with Dave! We have to keep them here otherwise they might reveal secrets to the world we can't let the world know" or any other excuse.

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bicmason · 9 months

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SFW Alphabet – Simon "Ghost" Riley.

★ Well, besides my presentation, this is my first post!! Hope you like it :) <3

★ Synopsis: Fluff of how Simon is in a relationship with you, reader!

★ Warnings: None, I think??? I'm new to this warning thing by the way!! If you hear anything that needs warning, please put it in the comments!!

But, I think the main thing is that this is my vision of Simon, if you don't like it, that's fine but don't hate me :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

– I feel this man has a vibe that he's not very affectionate, not now.

– Maybe, if we talk about him before his whole family was murdered, I think he would be more affectionate, but as I said before, not now. This man has changed.

– However, he's not total ice. He'll do things for you - leave notes around the house (maybe before he leaves for a long mission), bring you flowers, organize your things when he has time to spare, maybe cook for you. He's also a good listener, take advantage of that. Talk to him, he'll appreciate it. He's a man of service and nothing will change my mind 😭😭

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

– Maybe you were friends with Soap first, thus getting close to Simon too. You would initiate this. It would probably start with you trying to talk to him, few things, but you still got closer.

– And this man is a good friend, believe me. Are you having problems with a mission? If he's not TOO busy, he'll help you, believe me. Personal problems you need to vent about? He is there. He doesn't like to give his opinion, but you know he listens to you. He also makes some lame jokes to make you smile a little.

– He would also do you favors, as long as he was available for - that's his only bad point, if he's busy, forget anything you've asked him to do, he won't do it ☠️

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

– In a relationship, I believe it would take a few weeks? He doesn't care about your touch. He literally doesn't care, he just finds it strange in a way, he's not used to really affectionate touches.

– Anyway, the first time you asked him (in a romantic relationship) he refused. Not because 'uh he rejects touch', he just... thought it was weird. He thought about the idea later, and when you asked - hesitantly - for it again, he accepted, still a little stiff.

Spoiler: He likes to be the bigger spoon, but if he's totally relaxed around you, he can and will want to be the smaller spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

– I believe so, he will want to settle down with you. Maybe not so quickly, but he would like the idea.

– And, he's a good cook, even though he doesn't make food very often! (Headcanon that he buys food that lasts months because he doesn't even spend much time at home so buying perishable food will just waste his money for nothing)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

– Like… it depends on your relationship. You two really get along really well but he's just too broken to make you happy for the rest of your life?

– Then he would give clues - long conversations about how you would react if he broke up, he would slowly pull away and a few more things as subtle as a feather, but that would have a huge weight for him. Believe me, he doesn't really want to break up with you, he just thinks he needs to.

– But, if you are a little "boring" (I don't know how to describe this in English, forgive me) with each other, believe me, he will disappear from your life, quickly and simply. There's nothing to explain, he'll disappear like a ghost.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

– Yes, he likes the idea, yeah! But he doesn't want to get married. He already finds dating a bit... tiring for him, I don't see him as very emotionally responsible, sorry, but just look at him. (That includes the fact that you live together - he doesn't want something official, you know?)

– But of course, with the power of imagination, let's just say that maybe you would change this man's mind? Oh yes, implant little ideas about this in his head, and he would propose to you in an official marriage - No big parties, please :^

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

– Like I said, this man is not used to touching. But touch him. Touch his hand, touch his arm, he's okay with it.

– Just don't touch him 'intimately' - don't get too close to his chest/neck in public, maybe his inner thighs and don't kiss him too much...passionately in public. He doesn't want that.

– But he is kind, believe me. He can touch your cheek, hold your little fingers hidden under the table. He's also kind mentally, a little at least. He thinks of you, he remembers you. He knows he can come back to you and you will want him back. He will want to come back to you and tell you a little about his day, he will want to listen to you because he feels like he is doing it right. He doesn't want to scare you or make you feel trapped by him in any way, he wants to be okay with you, and he wants you to be okay with him.

– ☆ Bonus points if you make his favorite food, he'll praise you until you don't want any more.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

– He likes hugs!! But only from specific people - If you're a rookie recruit, don't even think about trying to touch him, for God's sake. But it's not the same for you, dear reader. He loves your hugs, they bring comfort, hope that he can be Simon again, and not Ghost.

– It’s not that frequent. He won't be uwu hugging you for any reason or anywhere.

– The only part you should be surprised about is if you guys are in public, really exposed and he does this. Otherwise, normal programming - Hugs when you get home from missions, hugs when you go to sleep, maybe the occasional hug from behind just to smell you after a nightmare or when you're cooking.

– And it’s not a strange hug. Maybe the first and second time yes - this man doesn't hug anyone, I swear - And then he's already more relaxed under your touch.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

– He doesn't say, at least not until at least 10 months into the relationship. And he would tell you that when you were sleepy, probably.

– But, he writes them. He does this around the 7th or 8th month of dating. He starts writing letters with little sloppy hearts and an "ily." dry at the end.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

– He's not jealous. This man is too confident! (Remember, he's confident he's handsome in "quite the opposite," yk. That doesn't mean he doesn't have sad days, they just aren't as frequent.)

– If he's jealous, you'll know with the soft looks he gives you! 🥰🥰 (He will stare into your soul and that of the rookie who is flirting with you, biting himself with jealousy beneath that mask).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

– They are chaste, quick kisses. When necessary, he will kiss you properly - A little slower, his hands holding your waist tightly.

– He likes to kiss your cheek. He thinks it's cute and innocent - things you guys aren't.

– And he likes it when you stand on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips. It just boosts his ego, he can't help it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

– I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS PART! GOD- have you ever seen him talking and playing with his nephew?!?!?!? This man likes children, please!!! ;(((

– Anyway, he likes children. Yes he is scary but there is always that one child who sympathizes with him. He's just squeamish about it, he's a killer dealing with children. He feels weird but he still likes it because it reminds him of his little late nephew :((.

– I don't know if it made sense, but this man is simply soft on children. He will teach them how to be little devils-

– And about having children, he is hesitant. He has some not very cool ideas, he's not to blame for that. He grew up being traumatized. He is afraid of taking it out too aggressively on his son/daughter for silly reasons, so please, if you want to have a child with him, you will have to change him and manage to keep him calm.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

– They are lazy. Not that you'll go back to sleep, you'll spend a few more minutes lying down, just gossiping about the other soldiers while exchanging some kisses and smiles, with his strong arms wrapped around you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

– Oh man. This is complicated.

– Firstly, he is a very light sleeper. If you move a lot in bed, he will wake up every time. A sound a little too loud like a falling feather? He will listen. He just can't change it.

– Secondly, he has nightmares. Oh yes he has them. Just imagine you're sleeping peacefully and then you feel him grabbing you, almost hurting you because of his grip. You will have to fight to wake him up from it and the marks will stay for a few days. He feels bad about it. Many times he would rather spend days on the couch than sleep with you next to him again.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

– He is neither too slow nor too fast. He opens up a little if you ask, but only what you ask. He will say this calmly, pausing and sometimes finishing explaining or adding more details the next day.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

– He has problems, but I think he is as calm as possible, at least with you. He is angry on missions. he gets nervous a few hours after them when they go wrong, but he calms down when he approaches you, when he sees that you are waiting for him and are ready to listen to him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

– He remembers many details about you, but sometimes they are strange things. The way your eyebrows look when you doubt something, the way you eat, the way you write. Maybe some more normal details, like what you like to eat, what you really like, the type of movie/series/book you like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

– I believe the day you ran into his arms after a mission. The first time he felt that there was someone who loved him and waited for him after so long.

– Probably also your first kiss, this man was nervous and clashed his teeth with yours. Forgive him, he was nervous >:(

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

– He is not very protective, he knows your strength.

– But if you ask, he can almost be a distant shadow of you.

– and he likes and doesn't like being protected, you know? He wants to be protected - when you are alone, when you are lying down and he is afraid of nightmares, but he also wants to protect you, he wants to be your guard dog, he will check doors and windows if you focus in fear of a noise at night.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

– I feel like he has a little memory problem for dates. He can't help it, he's so busy killing other people, how can he think about his relationship anniversary?

– But when he remembers, he'll write big letters and probably buy you something like a teddy bear. He tries as hard as he can.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

– He doesn't usually take a shower right after arriving from missions. He's too tired, so he just plops down on his couch, it's all dirty and you feel like making him sleep in Riley's little house because of it, but you understand him and you let him rest.

– He drinks and can say nasty things. Not in a bad way, but he can just be a little rough with you when that happens. That would be one of the reasons he would break up with you - his brutality.

– I feel like he might be a bit of a complainer. He adores you, God, there's nothing he loves more in the world, but don't make a serious mistake around him. He will tell you things that a BORING father would say until you feel bad and maybe start crying. He will calm down and hug you, trying to calm you down.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

– He’s not really worried about himself. God, he just wears that mask for everything-

– If you insist, he could wear something very different from what he usually wears, but this would only happen when he can be sure he is safe at home, because then he can do without the mask for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- Oh yeah. His little heart hurts when he gets hurt a little too much on a mission, because he knows you're going to cry. You cry over anything that involves almost losing him!

– He sometimes misses you when he needs to sleep in an abandoned building. If you are a soldier of the TF-141, sometimes Price can send you to different locations and this ruins your beloved Ghost. He likes you a lot.

X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

- I feel like he has an allergy to sweet smells. Not a very serious allergy, but he may sniffle his nose if you wear a very sweet perfume around him.

- I don't know, but I imagine he has tourette :(. This came when I saw a video of him on Tik Tok, he keeps moving his head to check the sides (Of course, rightly so) but I feel like sometimes he has some attacks, where he might be talking to you and suddenly he turns his head to the side, sometimes raising his shoulders in a defensive manner or reacting with his hands that ends up almost punching you. It's something that came from trauma/PTSD, please take care of this little big man. He only has you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

– Sorry messy readers (and myself) but he doesn’t like clutter at home. At least not when he doesn't arrive tired from missions, he's strange. He will organize things perfectly, so please keep things clean.

– Also, please don’t try to irritate him on purpose. You'll end up hitting a nerve and he'll hurt you, either by accidentally slapping you or pulling you away from him. He has a problem with that, but he bears your irritation upon him. Just don't overdo it, beauties.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

– HE SNORES, HE SLEEP VERY QUICKLY AND WAKES UP VERY EASILY.

– In fact, his snoring is strange, it’s choking, you know? (pls say yes)

– Please hold his head close to your chest. He likes listening to your heartbeat, he thinks it calms him on bad nights.

#call of duty #simon riley #simon ghost riley #alphabet #SFW #★ Bianc! — Alphabet Simon (^-^)

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loveyourlovelysoul · 6 months

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What help would you recommend for someone trying to survive ongoing trauma? I’m going through emotional abuse from my father and there is no way I can change the situation. I’m trying to mentally get better but every time I try it all gets knocked down again. What do you recommend to go hermit mode but in a healthy way? If that makes any sense. Thank you so much for your time I love your blog ❤️

Hey :)

I am very sorry you have to go through such a painful experience. This is something I am still going through in my life as well and I may not be the best at giving advices cause I'm still figuring things out myself. Emotional abuse can happen in different ways, and since I don't know what is really going on for you and I don't know you (and I am not a professional figure of any type), I... don't know exactly what to suggest you that can really be of help to you.

In my case, I personally tried to realize that I had no fault in what was/is going on and tried to imagine why he was acting like that with me (his own personal story speaks of immense lack of patience, perfectionism, a huge loss and possible emotional abuses as well, which never helped him deal with his own emotions the correct way -his mother wasn't able to deal with that either- but simply pour them out whenever he's overwhelmed through some repressed anger -which shows up in different ways-). I'm not saying I forgive him, but understanding his "hidden reasons" behind his behaviour, made me at least recognize and understand his triggers and kinda foresee (most of) his reactions, so that when they happen I feel a bit more ready/in control and remind myself it isn't directly on me even when he's having it against me and telling me bad words (mostly cause in the heat of the moment). With time, I realized it helped me to get away from him when he wasn't talking with me but overreacting for other things, or (if I couldn't physically move away) simply try to disconnect and then come back to myself once the "danger" was over. I also tried to distract myself by doing things that helped me relax any time I could, even right after an event like that (from a walk outside under the sun, to watching kitties' vids or drawing and writing -journaling in particular has helped me-, for example). I have always been a pretty sensitive child so I had a tough time bearing with shouting and anger when I was a toddler, and trying to take care of that child-side of me by showing I can afford things on my own now, that I can get away or simply not accept/reject that abuse (even just in my mind, without having to reply to him and make him notice, but explaining myself what's happening and distancing myself from it) and stand up for myself (since it's not on me but it's his own problems speaking), has made it better. Basically I learnt to try staying more in control of the only thing I could control: my own reaction about his abuse. And what I made it mean about me: objectively nothing much anymore (once I used to *unconsciously* make it mean I wasn't good enough, I was a bad child, I was unworthy, I really was that terrible person he told me I am... but I have never been so, I was just a child and a teen and... a common flawed person as he is too, nothing that would support/validate such an overreaction). I tried to learn how to be my own safe place while outside there's a storm. To shield my younger self in any way I could/can.

But again, I don't know exactly about your abuse, so really... I hope you don't mind if this doesn't resonate. I think out of all the abuses, emotional abuse and neglect are very very though to confront and each of us deals with them in their own personal way. Not sure what you mean by "healthy hermit mode", maybe not dealing with him? Or maybe what I use/d to do as well, by distancing yourself... I hope it's that.

If you can, please refer to a professional figure that can guide you through in a better way or at least give you hints on how to work on yourself more accurately than me. All the best, take care as you can (and remember, any copying mechanism that you think and find out works for you atm, is valid. You'll get out of that anyway, try to stay strong).<3

#asks #tw emotional abuse #tw family trauma #i also wanna say that my father isnt just this #and im being objective #hes not just his trauma as anyone of us is not just their own trauma #he just hasnt learnt to recognize and deal with his own triggers and issues #we can be good-hearted people and still have triggers that make us bad in specific situations/moments #we have our own demons and everything comes down to how we deal with them when/if we learn to see them

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one0p1nk · 11 months

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Hey! BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 💞💕

// goodness- that many people??? I don’t have the exact energy to make this a chain loop DJDMDNDN I won’t do this in order, because I love my moots equally :D Also, I have many other moots- so all I can do is mention the first 8 that I have first in mind oof- I simply have so many words to say to each of them because that would be fair and would make up the fact I’m not sending this to 8blogs/ih

if anyone else happen to send the same chain, I’ll just do a part two/hj So let’s see,,,

Yami, my lovely beloved Angelfish bestie artist partner-in-crime mafia world co-creator with silly but wonderful ideas of their OCs that I love to read about with a great passion <333/ih

Four, I will never forget the Floyd kinnie bestie that comes in and out every once in a while just to check on us- also threaten us with twst pics if we don’t take a break especially on Yami FJFJFJF I love you/p and your artistic skills and scrunkles you offer for us to cherish 🥺♥️

Nakki, the other Floyd kinnie/ih yet is the big bro I feel comfortable to talk with,,, Everything is just all fun and good vibes when we hang out and I hope that stays that way djdjjd <3🌸

Beth, she is such a sweetheart,,, I like helping her in Minecraft- having to talk to her about AUs and ships is soft vibes,,, She’s now our mafia group’s cookie supplier and I have no regrets about that/ih/pos 🥺💕

Klai, they always give me this mix of “hehe so silly and fun” and “oh gosh what to do with this problematic gremlin” Floyd kinnie djdjjddj- don’t blame me, nonetheless, ily/p bestie, even if it’ll take ages for me to comprehend certain parts of your humor- yet, they’re so understanding with my autistic tendencies everything doesn’t seem to be so awkward when talking with them 😭🥺✨/ih

Tae, they’re so nice to me and I’ll forgive their wrong-doings they ever have/ih(well I’m not sure about their spouse forgiving them tho/ih),,, one reason why they’re somehow in the mafia group (yeah Angelfish, we should start raising some standards for the growing group we have/ih) ily/p the same, and I’m hoping you’re always happy everyday <3

Kory, ily/p and your scrunkles (and you might be tired of the many times I keep apologizing for missing Law’s bandanna- the event was just life-changing and I took that personally since I adore him- 😔) Having talks with you about ships make me giggle like a dork you have no idea- well, you kinda do know in an extent I would lose track of time(adhd moment??? I probably have unfortunately/ih) you’re a wonderful peep I somehow ever met, idk if it was such a great coincidence that we happen to meet jfjfjfjf

Besides feeling so indebted to my bestie Mandi- I’m just sobbing softly the times she helped me while I was kinda having a boomer tech moment😭🥺😔/ih, especially when it comes to Ai voices,,, I always love hearing about Pearce 🥺💕🌸 as we share the same passion for his majestic chest fur✨/ih I love Amanda just the same- this strong woman is scary, not like this silly of a man like Laurence minds about that :D♥️/ih

#pins speaking

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jikookhet · 4 months

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d-day, a conversation of yoongi's artistry ❦

listen, listen, listen.

i know collectively as a fandom we speak about yoongi's artistry, however, i don't think we speak about it enough. or, at least, in a lengthened & deepened conversation. his artistry is something that consistently captivates me time and time again. everything from the concepts he portrays, the lyrics he pulls out, the cinematography he executes, & the stories he embodies to put out for us. everything from point a to b is purely & utterly insane. here, i want to focus on d-day, but first; we need to take it back. way back.

as we know, yoongi has three personas. from 2013 to 2016, it was the two personas of min yoongi, as a person, & suga, as an artist. the 'agust d' persona was officially introduced to us as of august, 2016. this persona held up quite a reputation for being 'savage', 'relentless', & 'outspoken' — & wrongfully so. to simply assume that he is savage or disrespectful for letting out all of his rightfully pent-up emotions as a result of a barrage of hate, is horrible.

"in 2016, we really described us was that we are from living hell because we were attacked by so many different areas and we didn't even know why. 'why do they hate us so much?' that was the thing we focused on. and i was full of anger." — yoongi, road to d-day.

agust d was the persona that yoongi used as a coping mechanism— for many things, really. all the hate, all the internal suffering, all the trauma. agust d was born out of nothing but pure anger & frustration, which we can see through many tracks— agust d, tony montana, daechwita, & what do you think. however, this anger & frustration weren't only directed at external figures, but also directed internally, at yoongi himself. though, it manifested as seeping pain and sadness, instead.

in many ways, agust d was an outlet for all his pent-up emotions & thoughts, yet in many ways, it was holding him back from the things he needed the most. healing & forgiveness. not from others, of course not, but rather— himself.

truthfully, the way he portrayed this was so gut-wrenching & heartbreaking. he perceives his traumas as being caused by himself— hence the self-inflicted scar on his face. his father's liver cancer, which he learnt whilst on a schedule. his mom's heart surgery; from an incredibly young age (three to four years old), yoongi blamed himself for his mother's illness as she developed it after giving birth to him. yoongi's specific memory at this age was of him in his mom's embrace & since felt guilty over him causing it, wondering— "is it right for me to be born?" (beyond the story, 2023.) the shoulder accident he had which he couldn't tell anyone, including his bandmates, at that time in fear of being let go. a torn shoulder that he dealt with for over seven years whilst working full-time, touring often, & regularly doing intense choreography.

throughout yoongi's music videos, there's a repeated motif of killing this scarred version of himself— a key symbol for his attempts to leave the past behind & live in the present. however, undertaking these attempts to do so while not healing or forgiving yourself is a dangerous path to go down. because you'd end up stuck in this endless & vicious cycle of self-torture. in this way, it's like you're continuously indulging in your pain through being unable to forgive yourself & wishing you could undo what happened, though it's out of your control.

something incredibly meaningful to me was how yoongi said d-day was the closing chapter to the agust d trilogy. that it might be hard to see him again, that as he continues to grow older & older, he gets less angry at the world & at himself. the trilogy lasting ten years with a man who's changed for those ten years right alongside it, has come to its blossoming end. a closed chapter to the pain & trauma that held him down all these years.

to those who might not know to yoongi is, or may not understand, i hope you come to the realization as to why people call min yoongi's works a piece of art. because, in his words, there is strength & pain. the kind that gut-wrenchingly bruises & burns without hesitation but offers a lifelong worth of embracement whole in return. the kind that sends crashing ripples & rumbles reverberating through one's chest but offers a delicate hand in return.

min yoongi is truly one of a kind.

#suga #yoongi #haegeum #agustd dday #dday #bts #bangtan

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crispygentlemenmagazine · 4 days

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An open letter, to friends, family, internet strangers, and you dear reader.

TW: mental health issues

Disclaimer: I promise this is not an end of life note, or will, or anything, it is simply an open letter that has all my thoughts down on it.

First, to all of you, how are you? I do hope you're doing well. What have you been up to? Any big milestones you wanna tell someone about? I'll listen!

Dear internet strangers, nice to meet you. My name is Caeston, but you can just call me Cae! I'm 21, I live in Kansas and I work in road construction . it's a little hit or miss on if I like it or not. Sometimes it's fun, others not so much. I'm a huge mental health activist (happy mental health awareness month) because I've had my own struggles with mental health. I have ADHD, depression and anxiety. Matter of fact I'm having a panic attack right now and I have for a few days. Which is weird because I know what's causing it, and I know I can't do anything about it because I've tried already and the cause of the panic attack won't accept the truth… but I have nothing I can do about it. That's kinda why I'm writing this, to distract me.

In my free time I like to listen to music, play video games and watch anime.

I listen to just about anything. And I mean it when I say that (I'm not like other boys tehe/j) but my top 2 genres are metal and alt. Video games I'll play anything and the same with anime.

I have 9 tattoos and 9 piercings.

My dream job is to own my own bar/arcade called (jk it's too good I can't have y'all stealing it) but that's pretty much all there is to me so let's move on.

My friends, I love you all and I think you all deserve the world.

B- you're my bestest friend. I'm the whole world and I would die for you in a heartbeat. I love you like you're my own brother and even my parents agree.

D- you're also one of my best friends, I know we have only known each other for about 9 years but you know that you have a special place in my life. I think god (and B) for introducing you to me.

R- I also haven't known you for that long but you too have solidified a place in my heart with how much you've helped me.

K- you piss me off, hurt me, scare me and at the same time make my life better and make me happier, calmer, and relaxed more than any of those negative emotions. I hope that you succeed in anything you do, with me by your side or without.

J- I'm sorry, I should have made sure everything was cleared up. I hope you listen to me/the truth some time.

S- after your little brother passed, I was the first person you came to and they made me feel so special but you've walled off everyone including me and won't let anyone in and I hope you find peace and forgive yourself.

SC- you're my therapist but this is the only slot you would fit in. You've helped me a lot more than any other therapist. And it feels more like talking to a friend than a paid professional.

Everyone else- I love you, and I want to assure you I have not forgotten about you, I just had to pick a few most prominent people in my life.

Then on to my family.

Mom- you're the best. I can (and do) tell you anything and you alway give me good advice. I don't think any other woman could handle me and my brother's growing up. I love you so much thank you for teaching me coping skills and processing my emotions and how to be creative

Dad- you're the best. I can (and do) tell you anything and you alway give me good advice. I don't think any other man could raise me and my brother growing up. I love you so much. Thank you for teaching me about logic, common sense, and mechanical skills.

My brother's- I love you guys. Thanks for making sure I can take a joke, laugh at myself, and know how to throw a punch. I know you guys alway have my back.

Extended family- I love you guys also I know I'm bad at reaching out for holidays or anything else. But I do still think of y'all.

And lastly to you, my dear reader.

Thank you for reading this purposeless letter. I don't know what you're going through, but I know I love you. Sick, healthy, rich, poor, big, small, you have a purpose. Don't end the game before you reach the goal. It will get better, and it will get worse and that's okay. Having ups and downs in emotions makes us human. It's okay to not know what you're doing (unless you're like a brain surgeon then definitely know what you're doing) don't get too tied up in trying to be normal. Don't be scared to reach out to someone if you're having a hard time. You're okay and you matter and I'm proud of you.

#mental health #mental heath awareness #open letter #to you #to me #to us

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crybaby-baddie · 5 months

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"She used to be mine"

This song is not just a typical song for me. When I first listened to it, I just burst out in tears for no damn reason. Unconsciously, I knew. I knew that this song was about losing yourself in the process over time. It really defined who I was before... As a child, as a kind person, a weak one forced to be strong by life. This song is about my old self to whom... I am never getting back. My thoughts are a bit scattered but allow me to write everything that I can, so I can empty my cup.

If given the opportunity to go back in time, I would definitely save my younger self. The kid in me. I will hushed her, and protect her in my arms, and whisper "No one is coming to save us, BUT HERE I AM NOW." because back then, I used to ask God to let someone save me, but no one came... I am only forced to be strong, to keep a smiling face despite hurting inside.

"Toughen up." or "Stop being a weak piece of shit."- I always tell myself, which was a very unhealthy way, I could have validated how I felt and assessed why I was feeling that way, and come up with a solution to get pass the feeling.

I should have apologized to myself more. I could have forgiven myself more. I shouldn't have blamed myself for the inconvenience that other people were accountable for. Because of these... err.. bad practices, my heart was filled with anger, which turn me into a very horrible person who wishes nothing but misery to other people as well. The anger that I felt towards the world made me too blind to see the other great things to love.

Nevertheless, they said it is not too late to enjoy the drizzle and make life sweeter with it. So, I did. I've gotten helped.

Currently, I can't really say that I am healed, but I can finally say that I am a work in progress, and I know that I will be better. It is not too late to ask forgiveness from your inner child, your inner angry teen-self, and to give kudos to your current self now. I just want to hug them all if I can (metaphorically) since my past selves were not given enough hugs to be comforted. I'll also add this since it suits the post so much. "

A LETTER OF APOLOGY TO MY YOUNGER SELF

Dear child, I am so sorry.

I should've done better.

I should've noticed how fast I urged us to get more mature and forgot how frightening this world can be. You grew up too fast.

It's true, we were surrounded by good people. Of that I am thankful. But I can't deny the fact that I wasn't that good to you. You never had the chance to properly feel things, thinking that if you make tantrums or misbehave, people would leave you. You forcefully shut that part of you that needs attention just for the sake of compromise.

You were so afraid of being left alone that you learned to program your mind to simply agree with what others tell you. You were so afraid of being alone and it made you desperate - even to the point of discarding your own happiness just to please people

My deepest apologies. You never deserved that kind of treatment.

I can still feel your longing to cry out loud; to learn how to truly feel without restrictions. I can still sense the hatred looming, no matter how much stuff I gave ourself just to sate the grudge left by our unmet needs.

I can feel how much you crave for that hug, that pat in the head, the assurance that all will be okay and that it's not your fault for not knowing any better.

My Dearest, I am just finding out how abused you got from shouldering all that d*mn adult feelings the world forced on us when it was not ours to begin with.

Hand it over to me now, my dear inner child. Step by step, let me change the world you live in. I am now aware of my shortcomings so let handle this. Let me do the good things that you once expected from the adults around you to do. Let me show you how capable I am right now to be the role model you were searching for. Allow me to teach you the things that you once thought were impossible.

And if you haven't heard this before, then let me say it...

"I love you. Let me make it up to you,okay?"

-duncan Illustration by Behance

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#life #life is beautiful #prsnl #longing #inner child #inner peace #my inner demons #reflect #inner thoughts #Youtube

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tmrmary · 3 years

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One could wish this was the first time Danica woke up to her body aching sore from head to toe, but in her flat, this was a weekly occurrence for several reasons - exercise, hangovers, or otherwise. That morning was nothing different to this fact. Her eyes slowly peered through her sockets to find the sun shining on the familiar bare back of one Scamp Young-Broadmoor. She couldn’t see his face, but Danica’s half alert mind could see just how comfortably rested Scamp had seemed. It was endearing. At least, all up until the moment Danica realized... this time they were in her bed.

Danica’s eyebrows furrowed as her pout formed prominently. She was lost for a moment before her body froze at the quick flashes of memory she could piece together from the night before: Danica switching the brandy intake from glass to bottle, the call from a rather concerned Scamp, having that same Broadmoor arrive and sit next to her on the ledge. This wasn’t a planned occasion, or if it was, she did not remember it. And therefore, something felt very off in the space they were in.

Unsure of what was next, and fearful to touch him even when she yearned for his contact, a jolt brought Danica to sit up and slip out from under her her bed sheets. Not even paying attention that she was still sporting the same clothes and runny makeup for the third day in a row, her mind instead jumped to the image peering from her cracked bedroom door of her living room in a mess. Danica fixated on her next task, the good idea that she should probably tidy up before Scamp would wake up and notice anything not just in temporary disarray, but drenched in days of it.

#snakekiss #danicamp #also simply forgive me for d giving nothing #and for the funky mobile reply format #and for the salt in the food if there is any which there probably is #danica:scampp4

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tendous-whore · 3 years

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do you think of me too?

(Naoya Zen’in x reader, ft. Toji Fushiguro)

summary: when naoya leaves you for another woman, he doesn’t realize until it’s too late that everything he desired, had always been in his reach. so when you’ve finally remarried, why does he silently wish that it wasn’t him, but naoya instead?

warnings: fluff, angst, ex!naoya, possessive, sexism, pregnancy, lil suggestive (if ya squint), abuse

notes: I have so many drafts of naoya x reader so if I have miraculously posted this, I finally picked one to finally finish. yuh. also I’m just winging all my jjk fics at this point too lol. also this is just a toji brainrot literally cannot stop thinking of him one upping naoya and just,, being better as a man hehe also this ones kinda looooooooong

Part 2 -> home is with you :D

“I will not repeat myself again."

With narrowed eyes, Naoya silently watched the way your eyes fell back to the ground, your head dropping into a low bow, and slowly retreating back into the hall and out of sight. But before you would leave, and for good, he heard as your faint voice called out from the short distance, before you would finally hide your face and disappear like he said to.

"Forgive me."

Your hair had fallen out from its neat bun, pieces of hair stuck out and disheveled at odd angles, some stuck to your forehead with sweat. You held onto your bottom lip, holding it in place, to stifle any more sound from coming out. And your eyes, once round and bright, had become swollen and raw. Wet and dry streaks ran down your cheeks as well, a mark of your frustration and despair.

He made a face at the unpleasant sight of it all. It was unbecoming of a woman such as yourself, that it left a foul taste in his mouth. Looking at you no longer made him puff out his chest, his head held up a little higher than before. Now, looking at you only made him angry, unsatisfied, and ashamed. He only asked that his wife served him in all ways that she should for her husband, but somehow, even you managed to fail the simplest tasks.

When you were unable to conceive, when you failed to get pregnant, he had had enough. If you could not, and would not give him a son as his heir and protege, he'd simply find someone who could.

And that's exactly what he did.

A sweet, shy girl that served below the servants had caught his eye. Once he had realized that this marriage had no longer benefited him, he made his move. This woman was a catch, everything he had wanted. He didn't need to push her, to break her into a true woman, unlike you. And most of all, he didn't have to fuck her over and over to try and knock her up, when it only took him once.

So as you cried to him, begged him not to do this, that this time, you'd finally bring him a child, your words and tears did not sway him. And when you'd finally calmed down, with no more tears to cry, did you accept it.

So as he beckoned the shy woman that hid behind his body to take her well-deserved place at his side, he didn't notice that you had already left, or the way you gazed at him from afar before rushing off to god knows where. It wasn't his concern, not anymore.

That was the last he had seen of you, at least he hoped.

Until now.

Nobody knew the truth of your sudden absence, but many speculated. Not that you cared, anyway, you were too tired to. Having lived as Naoya's wife withered you away to the bone, and there was nothing left for him pick at.

"I don't ever want to see your face again."

When you stumbled into the night, barefoot and dressed in a silk kimono, you walked until the trees leave thickened, and the growth of wild grass and berry bushes grew far and wide. The industrial world outside hadn't touched this side of the country, not yet and you hoped it would remain this way. Wildlife was scarce, but if you sat still long enough, the birds chirped, the bees hummed, and the deer crept out from the thicket.

They were curious of the woman who wept beneath the konara tree.

Leaving behind the life you clung so dearly to, was no longer a nightmare you prayed to wake up from, but a breath of fresh air, and peace of mind you hadn't known you needed. You couldn't remember the last time you'd spoke above a whisper, or if you ever wore your hair in anything but in a tight bun. Now, sometimes you smiled, sang, and danced with the trees when the wind forced its branches to bend, kicking at the loose dirt and dipping your hands in the stream of the river as fish swam in a frenzy.

Having disconnected from the rest of the world. From him.

It was healing.

And it gave you hope.

But everything eventually had to come to end.

When you had woken to an unfamiliar face peering down at you, you thought how odd it all was. You should have shouted, thrashed your arms and push yourself away from his lingering gaze and run in the opposite direction. But you didn't. The two of you stared at one another, with nothing by the cool air whistling and the sound of rustling leaves.

And when his hand reached forward, did you move away, shying from his touch, tucking your face into the sleeve of your worn kimono and shutting your eyes. It was reflex, natural to be startled and you half expected to feel the cool palm prick your skin, pulling you back.

But you didn't.

"What's a pretty lady doing out here all alone." He asked. His voice was deep, vibrating against his chest, that you could have sworn that you felt it too.

You didn't breathe a word. Not when the tips of his fingers quietly coaxed you to look at him, the pads of his hands worn, calloused, and rough as they beckoned you to turn towards him. He didn't pull you, grab and manhandle you to look at him, not like Naoya.

When your eyes lifted from the forest floor, did you notice his eyes. Green, like the leaves and surrounding moss and floral around the two of you. His gaze was fierce and piercing as he studied your face, but there was something else in them, something that drew you in.

"I'm lost."

And truthfully, you were. And he smiled.

"So am I."

He breathed. His shoulders slumped, a look of somber washing over him before he was up and standing. He didn't hesitate a second before offering a hand, a finger curling towards him, telling you to take it. And ever so slowly, with a shaking hand, you allowed him to grasp your palm, pulling your body off the ground. The quick motion had you stumbling over your feet and right into his chest, but his arms caught you.

"I got you." He whispered.

And for just a moment, you could hear the thundering rhythm of his heart and steady breath as the warmth from his body spread to yours. It was foreign, something you'd forgotten what had felt like for far too long. His arms held your body up, his hands clasped at your back, holding you in place, holding you not as a toy or possession, but in a way that had you feeling grounded, secure, and safe.

It was that day, the trees you'd found comfort in wisped in the wind, as if the forest itself knew, that this was your goodbye. And you knew you'd miss it, the peace of it all, but you didn't worry. This journey hadn't come to an end quite yet.

Not when he held onto you, guiding you back down the mountain.

Onto the next chapter, towards a new beginning.

"You insolent wench." He hissed.

"After all I have given you." He stalked closer.

"You have ruined everything."

It takes everything in him not to strike her down, and she knows it. Backed into the corner of the room, Naoya takes a step back and turns to leave. He doesn't look, not even a glance when he hears the quiet thump of her knees hitting the floor, and choked sobs between her gasps of breath. But in between the short wails, does she thank him, thankful for his mercy, thankful that he choked her instead of the latter.

It's pathetic.

"Father will be here shortly. Clean yourself up." He orders.

He slides the door shut behind him, massaging the sides of his temples as he made his way down the corridor and to the front of the house. He can hear not too far, the sound of distant chatter, notably his father, Naobito. But amidst the low hum of his voice, two others joined in. This has Naoya stop just before the door. He was aware that his father was going to join him for dinner, to discuss matters in regards to alliances, as well as to prod him about his soon-to-be grandson, but he wasn't made aware that it would be open to others, besides them.

What a nuisance.

Nonetheless, he walked on, fixing the sleeves of his kimono and adjusting the collar before opening his gate.

"Naoya." Naobito greets. He doesn't nod, nor acknowledge the way his son barely looks his way, not when his eyes are locked onto the couple beside him.

"Why are they here." He says. He doesn't bite his tongue, not when his enemy and past are right at his doorstep.

His father ignores Naoya as he steps in, brushing past him and making his way into his home. And so do the two figures, their bodies shuffling together side by side. Neither of them cast a glance his way, which only pisses him off even more, but this time, he holds his tongue and shuts the door behind them.

From behind, he glares at the taller, more broad figure, his eyes watchful of the way he’d lean down and whisper something into the ear beside him, earning him a soft giggle in response. It irritates the shit out of him, but all he can do is watch.

At dinner, everyone is quiet, besides the sound of chewing and small banter. Not much is said, not enough for him to care when his father asks him about the Hei. Buts it’s when Naobito clicks his tongue and nods to the woman at his side, acknowledging her presence but not ignoring the way she hid herself underneath his gaze. His father wasn’t a stupid man, nor was he a fool. He could tell that when his eyes lingered longer at her waist and looked to Naoya, that he knew. At least he had the decency to not mention it now, not while they were in front of them.

His eyes looked away, down at his plate, and then back up at the figure sat across from him. He doesn’t hide the way he stares, the way his hands clench and unclench when he looks at the man beside them, his jaw unconsciously tensing when that man meets his eye. Or the way her eyes finally look up, and stare back at him, her lips parting in a soft breath.

He sees it, the movement to shy away from his glare but somehow, you stand your ground. He can see the way you’ve fought back the urge to drop you head. It makes his chest swell, happy that you still haven’t forgotten him, that some of your mannerisms hadn’t all been washed away by his cousin. But there’s this burning itch to smack that look off your face and remind you of your place.

But he doesn’t. He can’t.

You’re not his. Not anymore.

He can hear his father ramble, not too much, but mostly about the area and something about some thing. He can’t quite remember, not when his focus is on you, his eyes trained on the bulge beneath your kimono. The way the material stretches across, a slight sheen and green floral pattern weaved into the obi that held you altogether. It's distracting, and he finds its repulsive, yet, he can't pry his eyes away.

You’re pregnant.

Very pregnant.

And Naoya was not the father.

That thought alone has him looking back at the man at your side, Toji, who held a lax arm around your waist, your flush pulled to his side and hand on top of your stomach. It’s his own way of taunting him, holding out the prize in his hand that he will never reach. Saying, to his face.

“Look at me. Look at her. Look at what you failed to do. But I didn’t. I, didn’t.”

And when dinner is over, Naoya walked them to the gate of his home. You and Toji strolled past him, barely acknowledging him except for a slight nod as you two walked along the stone path outside. His father, on the other hand, hangs back, his eyes watching you, the same as Naoya.

“She can carry.” He says.

There is an edge to his voice, something that threatens him without actually threatening him. It has Naoya glancing to the man beside, giving him a nod, followed by a huff.

“And she cannot.”

He knows he knows. And now, he doesn’t try to hide it.

“She lost it.” Naoya snaps. Not intentionally, but the pressure of it all has him on his toes and frustrated, which his father can see. He's not oblivious to his situation, in fact, he's just as frustrated. When his son had come to him with another woman, promising his father that this one would bear him a son, an heir, he permitted him to marry, again. She looked promising after all, such a shame that it had come to this.

“Perhaps it is you, who has lost it.” Naobito says, and before he can give an answer, anything, he’s walking off and away from Naoya. He stands at the gate, watching his figure, and then to yours. Underneath the trees of his estate, you admired the flowers beneath the branches. He watched the way you touched the petals ever so softly, and as he did, the emptiness within his chest became apparent when his eyes fell to the outline of your bump.

Toji caressed your belly, his hand wrapped atop of it as the other held onto your lower back. His eyes gazed down at you, softer than Naoya had ever seen before. He didn’t understand his cousin, the way a man as powerful as him could allow a woman to soothe him into a tame beast. He knew that if it weren't for your presence tonight, Naoya and Toji would have jumped on one another the moment he opened that gate. But he didn't.

He continues to watch from afar until you're drifting further and further away, arm in arm with Toji until he can no longer hear the way you laugh or see the way you smile. It's strange to see you this way, and it has him thinking if you ever smiled when you were his. When he finally returns indoors, Naoya can't help but think to himself.

Since the beginning, you struggled to accept him the moment he wed you. His wife now had successfully carried until recently. He remembers the night it happened, waking up to her scream, pulling back the sheets, and seeing the blood between her legs. A miscarriage. At the time, he couldn't fathom why. She was perfectly healthy, and so were you.

He believed that you couldn't carry, but seeing you now, has proved him wrong. You could get pregnant, and you did, only now you carried Toji Fushiguros child, not his.

Naoya can picture the fullness of your figure, swollen and glowing. There was a gentle air that followed you, your lips plumper and face softer than he remembered. Toji, too. He can't recall when he ever smiled or relaxed his face. He always wore that awful scowl. But now, he held you like a fragile lily, those rough hands that have taken more lives than he can count held onto you with a feeling Naoya didn't get. He didn't know that what he lacked, what he failed, was to nurture and love you.

It never had anything to do with your fertility. To put it simply, you couldn't and wouldn't carry Naoya's child. But for Toji, you did. And he saw that, he understood.

That, that is where he had lost you.

Because he never had you to begin with.

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 5.5 Bonus

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language Warnings: None Summary: Local feral human spends some time with their new family. Four short bits featuring Daphne (Maiden OC), Bela, Lady D, Daniela, and a surprise guest. Enjoy. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly, 4: Portraits For Ghosts, 5: Heart Of The Matter

5.5: Family

“Wait, you’re telling me that you came here willingly?” You asked, mouth agape, eyes wide. It felt like every time you talked to Daphne she had something incredible to say. Which was, of course, why she was your favorite maiden to talk to. That, and the fact that she had adapted so quickly to your ‘charming personality’. So far she was the only servant you had been willing to be honest with. Mainly about your feelings regarding your blood bond, but also just about your relationship with Cassandra in general. Something about Daphne simply made her incredibly approachable. From what you had heard, you weren’t the only one to think as such, with her being fairly popular among the castle workers.

“More of us do than you might expect. Some consider it an honor to serve one of the four Lords, and Castle Dimitrescu is certainly… nicer than either the factory or the reservoir. Personally, I came here for a friend of mine. She, well, had less of a choice. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being here without knowing anyone, so it felt like I only had one option. Can’t say I regret my decision, if you can believe it,” Daphne explained, folding laundry all the while. At the same time, you carefully sort through the not yet washed clothing, separating them into two baskets. After all, you wouldn’t want Lady Dimitrescu to end up with a pink dress! Technically this wasn’t your job, nor did you have a job at all, but you hated having idle hands- especially when talking to someone who was working. At first Daphne had protested, but she had given in upon realizing just how stubborn you could be.

“That’s… impressive. I mean, holy shit, that's a real ride or die friendship right there. Is she, uh, is your friend still, you know, around?” You stuttered, cursing your tongue for asking such a thing. If the answer was no, you were going to feel like a real asshole. Which, admittedly, you had a tendency to be. But this wasn’t one of the times where it was intentional. Thankfully, Daphne is all smiles, and even seems amused by your spluttering.

“Yes, we’re even roommates. Well, us and five others. Possibly with a sixth one on the way, if we ever get someone to fill the empty space,” she replies, pausing to think. Then she’s back to work, refusing to waste any time. “Speaking of roommates… I know I said I’m not one for gossip, and I meant it, but a little songbird told me that Cassandra seems to be in a much better mood these days. Are the two of you, well, getting along? It would be nice to know that soulmates can overcome even the roughest of introductions.” There’s a hint of something odd in her tone, and you take a moment to wonder what she’s (unintentionally) hinting at. Had she met her soulmate, only for things to go poorly?... Before answering her, you make a mental note, deciding to see if any of the other maidens had a scar across their nose.

“It’s not like she and I are dating or anything. We’re just, you know, not hating each other. Currently,” you said, shrugging. But Daphne raises an eyebrow at you, and you find yourself instinctively feeling guilty, somehow feeling small next to the shortest person you knew. “Alright, alright, we might have… Okay we kissed. And promised each other not to die, because having your soulmate die hurts like hell. Also maybe she showed me her mom’s art collection and I made a joke about the titty sculptures because holy shit, this house has a lot of titties.” At this, Daphne bursts into laughter, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amen to that, for sure.”

ii.

“So… fan of science, I see,” you say, awkwardly, bouncing a little on your heels. Next to you is the eldest Dimitrescu daughter, who had unexpectedly joined your table in the library. There were several other places she could have sat, with both more comfortable seating and more workspace, but for some reason she had chosen here. So far she hadn’t said a word. Hell, you hadn’t spoken to her since your first meeting, where she had suggested killing you. Naturally, you weren’t quite sure what to make of her. Something told you that she felt much the same about yourself.

“Fan of oversimplification, I see,” Bela counters, after a few tense seconds. Then she sets down her book- a heavy text about Romanian avian fauna- to give you her full attention. “It would be more accurate to say that I enjoy studying biology, particularly the branch of zoology.” Well, this conversation was certainly… happening. Honestly, you couldn’t tell whether she was legitimately judging you, or merely chaffing you for her own amusement.

“You’ll have to, er, forgive me for being overly broad. Consider it a side effect of my nerves, those themselves being due to our unsavory introduction. In case you don’t recall, you put that sickle of yours into my shoulder,” you reminded, with a sarcastic smile. To your surprise, Bela chuckles at this, almost as if fondly remembering the incident. Seriously, you think, why did my soulmate have to be from this family?

“Staying silent was an option. Perhaps that would have suited you better?” Bela says, now clearly teasing, smile much more genuine than your own. Knowing she had a point, you’re quick to blush, mildly embarrassed.

“Touche. I am curious, however, why you decided to sit next to me in the first place. I certainly wouldn’t have tried starting a conversation if you hadn’t,” you explained.

“Like I said… I enjoy studying zoology,” Bela replies, with a sly grin. It takes you a few moments to understand the intended implications. Once you do, however, you’re giving her a hard stare. Then you scoot your chair a few inches away from her, in exaggerated movements. “Don’t worry, I was only joking. Though you certainly are an interesting human. Much more, hmm, cheeky? Compared to the servants, at least.”

“Somehow I get the feeling that they simply prefer being alive, as opposed to not being as snippy. Except maybe Daphne, now that I think about it. Very sweet, that one,” you muse. “Regardless, I think I’ll return to my book now, for it lacks a tongue, and is therefore less likely to taunt me.” Doing just as you had said, you open the book, holding it a bit higher than what would be comfortable, so that it becomes a ‘shield’ of sorts. Nothing was quite as satisfying as subtle body language.

Accepting your words with a shrug, Bela also resumes reading, turning to a bookmarked page. Roughly an hour of relative quiet passes. Neither of you so much as glance at each other, not even when she drops the pen she had been taking notes with. In the end, you are the one who leaves first, and finally the silence is broken. You give your goodbyes, and Bela returns them politely. Though you do not know it, she sets her book down as soon as you leave, pausing to think about you. Now that things had ‘calmed down’, it was reassuring for her to know that you weren’t always full of spite. Still, you held onto your cleverness (for the most part), leaving her with no doubt about the universe’s decision. You were her sister’s soulmate.

iii.

“It’s official: I’m lost in a creepy castle. The universe hates me. Probably should have realized that sooner, considering how it decided to introduce me to my soulmate,” you mutter, scowling deeply, as you wander unfamiliar halls. How had you even gotten lost? Sure, you had taken a wrong turn, but it hadn’t taken long for you to realize your mistake! Evidently you somehow managed to make another one while backtracking. Now you were standing in the center of the corridor, hands on your hips, desperate for some maiden to come rescue you. What you really didn’t want was Cassandra to find you, because she’d make fun of you for the rest of your life. It’s not like she had specifically joked about you getting lost before. Except that was exactly what had happened.

A few minutes pass uneventfully. There aren’t even any distant sounds of life; no footsteps, nor echoing voices, nor the squeaking of floorboards. All you can hear is your own breathing. As well as the occasional sigh, admittedly. By this point, there’s a part of you that’s starting to panic. After all, there was a chance that the castle was big enough for certain sections to be abandoned. Hopefully that’s not the case, you think, I mean, they’d cut the power to those parts, right? Here’s hoping… With that in mind, you get back to wandering, figuring that you’d have to eventually run into a familiar landmark. Or better yet, someone who actually knew the castle’s layout.

When salvation at last reveals its holy visage, it is not in the form of a lowly servant, rather the muffled voice of none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. Neither her exact words nor who she’s speaking to is clear. At first, you can’t even tell where her voice is coming from, but you quickly approach one closed door, then another, searching for the source. Several doors later you’re certain you’ve found her. By then you can tell that she’s not alone. Not wanting to seem rude by interrupting, you take a few steps back, leaning against the wall to wait. For the most part you still cannot make out what’s being said, but a few words do reach your ears.

“-expected more from you. How am I-” the voice gets cut off, not by Alcina, rather a sudden gust of air, akin to massive wings flapping. When the speaker continues, they are both louder and angrier. “Someone is listening. Have you not taken steps to ensure our privacy?” Then the door is swinging open, revealing your soulmate’s mother. At first she’s practically shaking with rage, but her expression turns to shock when she sees you.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Cassandra?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, clearly stressed, as she steps into the corridor. There’s movement behind her, although you cannot make out any details. Besides, you’re quick to answer her, wishing to avoid her wrath (and that of whoever she was speaking to).

“I’m so sorry, Lady Dimitrescu, I was walking from the dining hall to Cassandra’s studio, and I took a wrong turn. I’ve been wandering for half an hour now. When I heard your voice, I thought perhaps I could, well, enlist your assistance. But you were busy, so I figured I’d wait outside. If I had-...” you pause, gulping, as the other figure steps into view. It’s a face you’re all too familiar with. One that popped up countless times through the village, and again throughout the castle, the owner’s name always spoken with acclaim, with worship. Mother Miranda, in the flesh, wings spreading out behind her, somehow cutting a more impressive silhouette than even Lady Dimitrescu. Instantly you’re falling to your knees, knowing that your sharp tongue was no match for this practical goddess.

“Who is this, Dimitrescu? Why isn’t their blood staining your claws?” Miranda questions, gaze never leaving your trembling form.

“This… this is one of my daughters’ soulmates. They were brought in with the last group of sacrifices,” Lady Dimitrescu explains, uncharacteristically hesitant. ‘Twas a true testament to Miranda’s power, as well as her influence, that she could make someone so powerful seem so weak. Which was exactly why you were shaking with anxiety. But to your surprise, the goddess does not immediately order your execution for your trespass.

“And already they know their place, hmm? Kneeling before me?” Miranda says, a strange smile dancing on her lips. Whatever anger she had been feeling a minute prior had faded, though you couldn’t even begin to guess as to why. Regardless, both Alcina and yourself are quite relieved, though neither of you are quick to show it. “Either they have a good head on their shoulders, or you still take care of some of your duties. Very well, they may live. For now. But I expect next week’s report to be far more favorable. I don’t need to remind you of the price for failing me.” With that said, Mother Miranda turned to leave, a swirling mass of dark feathers flying past you.

A minute passes, maybe two, before either of you feel capable of speaking up.

“Let’s get you back where you belong, yes?” Lady Dimitrescu says, quietly, before placing her hand on your shoulder to guide you. Tension hangs clear and heavy over both of you. Even as you walk down corridor after corridor, the feeling does not ease. At least not until you’re back in familiar territory, near where you had originally made your mistake, finally able to breathe a little. It’s here that Lady Dimitrescu pauses to speak once more. “Tomorrow I will assign one of the servants to give you a tour, in the hopes that this does not happen again. Furthermore, I ask that you forget everything you heard earlier, for it is neither your business… or my daughter’s.” You’re quick to nod, and with that she bids you farewell, leaving you alone. Now, you think, was it left from here, or right?

iv.

“I’m just going for a walk. Why do you care so much? It’s not like it’s any of your business,” Daniela assures you, despite the fact that all you had done was say ‘hello’. If this was her attempt at casting aside suspicion, she had done a terrible job of it. What made her so nervous? Was it even worth investigating? Only one way to find out.

“You’re rather bundled up, planning on being out for long?” You ask, trying to sound casual, leaning against the wall as you did. In response, Daniela pretty much stomps her foot. There’s something odd in her expression, however, that implies your question hit a soft spot. Certainly wasn’t what you had expected. “Don’t mind me, just trying to make conversation with my soulmate’s sister. Speaking of her… have you seen Cassandra? Is she, perhaps, going with you?” A little misdirection never hurt anyone. Probably.

“No!” Daniela replies, fast as a gunshot, too much emphasis to be unintentional. But she realizes her mistake as soon as she’s made it, and makes a clear effort to relax herself. “She’s probably in her studio, doing whatever it is she calls art, on the other end of the house. Besides, I don’t want any company for this walk.” For a moment you merely squint at her, unsure of how to proceed. In the end, you decide that it really is none of your business, being more than satisfied by what teasing you’ve already done.

“Alright, alright. Well then, I’ll leave you be. Just… be careful, yeah? If you get hurt, and your mother finds out that I didn’t stop you from going… not sure Cassandra could save me,” you say, with a shrug. At first Daniela can’t decide whether to be upset or relieved, but she seemingly settles for the latter, giving you a brief nod before heading outside. As the door shut behind her, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done the right thing.

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Hello!1st I wanted to say i love your blog its *chefs kiss*,and 2nd could I request (i dont know if this is in someway triggering or not so i apologize) a MC who doesnt believe the brothers can love them 'cause they despise themself and they are so set on (?) with that mindset that the brothers cant convince them otherwise,but MC themself wants to feel loved they...just cant...and they just breakdown saying they arent special and when the brothers meet other humans they will realise that MC is nothing,that they are a horrible being and they will leave them for somebody better,does that make sense I dont wanna go too deep into it(totaaaaally not self projecting)I am so sorry if this is a sensitive topic,feel free to ignore this ask,this has been eating me out for weeks so I just wanted to seek some comfort.Once again your blog is great and dont overwork yourself, take care! :D 🤍

I've definitely been there and even now, I still have these fears. Growing out of these Insecurities and feelings are hard even if you work hard to be as confident as you can. One day it'll happen but until then you just gotta keep reminding yourself that you're worth the world

Also tip, please don't rely on others for self worth - people can be cruel or simply just unpredictable. Not all but until you see every colour of a person you don't know. If you depend on someone else to give you worth and make you feel good then that'll start a very unhealthy cycle for yourself

I hate this phase "love yourself before you love others" because you don't need to, you can find healthy and happy relationships whilst insecure. But I think what it really means is; get self worth before you love another. Make sure you don't do yourself damage by giving you Someone who does the bare minimum or will sometimes make you feel good but is usually a dick.

You can find love but that love can be wrong if you don't pay attention to the red flags. Don't let your insecurities drag you into unhealthy relationships.

Because you are stunning, worth it and loveable. You're Someone people can look up to or admire even if it's for something simple like your humour.

Also thank you, I'll be sure to not overwork myself, make sure you don't pressure yourself too hard about work or your hobbies. Hobbies are all about fun!

Warning: self loathing, depressive themes, angst

You could stand it.

Your eyes traveled along the gifts and trinkets that were in your room. Each one gifted to you by a powerful demon; a demon you live with.

You couldn't stand it.

You could get it; why would someone like that every like you? You weren't special and yet Everyone insisted that you were. You're not the key. Not anything Diavolo wants or expects. Definitely not what the brothers want.

You had to scoff. The brothers only like you because of Lilith, if you were related then they'd never see you as anything but some human. Lilith dragged you here, she made sure you came here and for what? To be always told you're going to be some big thing; someone to destroy hatred and help bring together three realms.

Do they not realize how much pressure that is??!!!! And the how are you even going to do that?! You're magic is unpredictable and useless - it perfectly reflects you.

You whimpered at your own thoughts. The word useless stinging at your heart; it was almost if a knife lodged itself into your chest. Constantly stabbing the word useless into it.

You were useless. They need to find someone who can actually live up to their expectations. Just a good for nothing human....why do they even like you?

You looked back at the gifts, your watery stare turning into a hateful glare.

The question was burning inside your head. You couldn't understand; what did he see in you? You're not special! You're not anything anyone wants you to be and you're just being forced on a pedestal you didn't make!

Why did he always look at you the way he does? Like you actually mean something. Why does he smile so softly when you enter the room?

Why would he be like that when you KNOW that as soon as he meets another human, he'll be running after them without hesitation. Everyone was so much more attractive than you and better than you - you couldn't get why he loved you. Why- no how?! You weren't good enough for him!

No matter how many times he says I love you or compliments you it leaves such a bitter disgusting taste in your mouth. You're so horrible you can't even let people be nice to you - it's all a lie anyway. No one could love you. Never. No one!

You were useless! Disgusting! You weren't even attractive! You weren't loveable! You're a horrible person who looks just as horrible as they are. How can they look at you like that?! How can they stand you?! You're nothing!

You don't get it!

Why?! Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why-!

A scream ripped itself out of your throat. Tears streaming down your face as you clutched your head. Your body curled into itself, shaking and trembling as you choked on your sobs. You coughed through it as you tried to breath but the tears kept coming. Drowning you as you desperately tried to breath under their weight.

The pain was unbelievable. You felt like your head was on fire. You could barely even make out the figure standing at your door. Whoever they were, they scooped you up from the floor and rubbed circles into your arms. You clutched to them for dear life as you cried.

Somewhere in your brain you could tell who it was and it only made you cry harder. Shame filling your lungs as you tried to escape their caring embrace.

"No-! Stop it! I'm nothing! I'm useless-! Let me go-!! Why- why won't you leave me alone?! I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! LET ME DIE-!"

were you dying? You felt like it. The ache was painful; your chest growing tighter and tighter. You pounded on their chest, demanding they let you be the useless thing that you are alone.

Lucifer:

He forced back his tears

Just rubbing circles into your skin as he held you

To think you were this Insecure despite being the nicest person who knew

You were Better than him and don't let pride stop you - you were amazing

"not good enough for me? What made you believe that...? You're perfect for me, you complete me."

You denied his claims, sobbing as you listed your insecurities

"Your insecurities don't define you, you're so much more than that - I wouldn't of picked you to be my love if I didn't think you'd be adequate."

He wasn't sure if you were still listening but he pushed past his doubts

Adjusting you in his embrace

"I- I'm not sure if I'm comforting you....I'm not good at being the gentle hand, I want you to see how I see you - you're kind, charming and always keeping me in awe, you mean so much to me, I'll trade anything I could just to see you smile - I love you."

Mammon:

There can only be one self loathing idioit in this relationship

He refuses to let you feel like how he has

His forced confidence - you could easily see through it - anyone could

But you were the only one who then actually helped him feel better when you did see through it

He let a few tears stray, holding you close

"did someone say something to you? I don't forgive 'em for ever making ya this upset, I'm not letting you feel like this."

You shook your head, muttering that he should let you

"why should I? You're my favourite person and you've only made me happy - so let me make you happy! You're the only person who's ever treated me the way ya treat me and I won't let you hate yourself!"

He hugged you even tighter, squeezing you as he hid his face in your shoulder

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, okay? You always know how to make me feel better and it's my turn to make you feel better but you gotta listen to me! I lo-love you! The great Mammon loves you so badly that he just wants to kiss you every day! You're amazing and I won't forgive ya if you let yourself keep going on like this, let me support you.... please...I don't want you to go."

Levithan:

He couldn't get it

He's always been jealous of your personality and ability to make others feel good

His envy makes him despise himself - so seeing you be the same, he couldn't take it

He gave you one big squeeze

"d-don't be stupid! You're the best thing that's come into my life - even better than ruri-chan!"

You didn't believe him, he was obessed with that character

"but it's true-! If I could I'd get loads of merchandise of you too because you're my favourite person! You're just like the protagonists I read about."

His face was beat red but he was determined to make you feel better

"You're Henry, you are brave and kind, always trying your best even if that best isn't up to your own or others standards, you Inspire me! I've thought about of making a series about you...so others can feel just as happy as I do when I see you, you make me feel less insecure and like I actually mean something - why can I do to make you feel the same? You mean everything to me! I really like you....I like-like you-! I LOVE YOU AND I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY! Let me make you feel how you make me feel because then you'll see just how amazing you are!"

Satan:

Did someone makes you feel like this or was it just your own thoughts?

If it isn't the latter he'll need to find out who's hurt you

But right now, he hugged you tighter and cradled your head

He couldn't stand to see and hear you so destressed

"did I do something to make you feel like this? I'm so sorry if I did, I don't always realize when I come off rude or hateful- I could never hate you."

You held him tight, telling him to stop

"but I need to fix it if I've hurt you and if it wasn't me then whoever did needs to keep quiet, you don't deserve these feelings."

You huffed, trying to not cry more

He gave your Shoulder a small squeeze

"you're more than enough for me, you're so good to me - sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you, you're always so patient with me and don't make me feel like I'm some unthinking beast, you don't think I'm lying when I be genuine and that makes me love you - I do love you - you make me feel good and I want to do the same for you, you're beyond good and I'll always be happy with the person you are and can become because I know you can do so much and always bring positivity even in the darkest times."

Asmodeus:

He's crying too

He hated of being seen as insecure

He only wanted confidence

Seeing you sob and beat on yourself like this only reminded him of his most private moments

He held you even closer, rocking you gently

"No, dear, I love you too much to let you feel like this, you're amazing to me and I think you're better than even myself, you're my number 1."

You shook your head, telling him he's lying

"I'm not, why would I lie? You're the sweetest person I know, you don't see me as some sex object - you make me feel real and happy - so so happy."

He kissed the top of your head, hiding his tear streaked face

"I want you to be happy....you deserve it, you've got only so long to live and I'm so scared that you're going to hate yourself even until you die, I don't want that! You're beautiful amazing and I could never ask for anyone better! Please- just let's work on our confidence together...okay? You're so wonderful, don't let yourself become so hateful."

Beezlebub:

He's absolutely broken

How didn't he realize you felt this bad about yourself??

He didn't even realize he was crying aswell, just holding you close as his mind screamed at him

"did something make you feel like this? It hurts to hear you say these things."

You shook your head before nodding, muttering you just won't talk anymore

"I didn't mean that, I always want you to be open with me and if not me, atleast one of my brother's."

He picked you up, placing you in a more comfortable position and held you close to his chest

"I love you, it took me awhile to realize that but I do, you make me feel full and happy - like I just ate a big buffet of warm cakes and dishes, I'm always warm when I'm with you, I don't believe you're not good enough - you're kind to me and never judge me for eating, you help me with working out but most importantly, you fixed my family and brought my twin back, I don't know how to make you see how much that means to me and I don't want you to feel bad about yourself when you're always the best person in the room - you're really great."

Belphegor:

"just let me die"

Those words hurt him so bad

He was like that, he demanded to be left to Rot with his own self loathing when Lilith died

He pulled you close to his chest as he grabbed your shoulder

"You're not allowed to feel like this, you've done nothing to feel this much hatred towards yourself."

You told him he was wrong, crying harder

"when am I wrong? I- okay, I can be wrong but I'm not wrong about you, you're my favourite person which means I love you and I don't let my favourite people sit and cry."

He cuddled you, nuzzling his cheek against yours

"You saved me and I will never able to make it up to you, I've hurt you and I hate it- I hate that I'm a reason you get scared, don't ever let yourself rot away, when my brother's just leave me to sleep I always feel so much dread - that I'm being left to die in my bed and will never get to see their faces again - I'll never be able to see your face again....I wouldn't be able to take it.....seeing you everyday makes me want to leave my bed and always make sure you smile, let me make you smile again."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luficer #obey me levithan #obey me imagine #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #angst

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I know you already wrote 2 soulmate body switch fics. And this isn’t really a request unless you want it to be. But I was thinking about a version of this that I think you’d appreciate.

I’m imagining it for Ace or Sabo, where the reader is a member of the Revolutionary Army or Whitebeard pirates respectively, so when they switch bodies, Ace and Sabo are reunited 🥺😭 that’s all i really have to say, but I’m gonna keep day dreaming about it because I’ll never forgive oda for not letting them meet again 😩

That idea is amazingg omg i needed to write before i went to bed 😩 and yes, i'll never forgive oda for killing ace, and for killing ace before he could meet sabo again (or at least know he's alive ugh) oda, pay for our therapy!

You were part of the Revolutionary Army since you were young, around the same time Sabo joined too. Ever since then, you, Koala and him where very close friends. It was hard having free time being part of the RA, but it was New Year’s Eve, the three of you were docked at an island, so you decided it’d be a good idea to relax and celebrate the holiday.

— And maybe next year I’ll finally meet my soulmate. — you said, before the toast with your best friends. — I’m sure it will happen next year.

— Don’t rush it, I didn’t meet mine yet, and it’s alright. Koala didn’t met hers either yet either. — Sabo giggled. — There’s still time.

— I know, but feels like it will never happen... — you sighed, then you heard the people at the bar starting the countdown. — It’s almost midnight!

You forgot about the soulmate subject, and just decided to party, drink a bit, and rest a little during the two days off. You waited long enough to meet this person, you were sure you could wait more.

The first day of the year was already over, and you went to bed early this time not just because of your hangover, but also because you’d sail first thing in the morning.

You opened your eyes feeling a lot better, but instead of waking up at the hotel room you were sharing with Koala, you were alone in a bed you don’t remember seeing before. Feeling freaked out thinking some enemy took you while you were asleep, your first thought was to get up and get a weapon before leaving the room and explore. But as soon as you jumped out of the bed, you noticed the body was different than yours, the shorts weren’t yours, and that belt with the letter “A” for sure wasn’t yours.

Then it hit you. You finally switched bodies with your soulmate! After waiting for so long and almost losing hope! You just needed to find out who this man is, and you also needed to contact Sabo somehow. What if this man was someone dangerous? If he found out you were part of the RA, it wouldn’t be good.

You left the room and there was also lots of noises outside, with men laughing and talking. Some man greeted you, calling you “second commander”; you just smiled back, trying not to raise any suspicions.

When you finally found a bathroom with a mirror, you notice how handsome your soulmate was, with dark hair, freckles, and a tattoo on his arm. You kept looking at the reflection, just appreciating how cute he was. He wasn’t just a good looking man, but you remembered the wanted poster you saw once, that man was Portgas D. Ace, also known as Fire Fist Ace, part of the Whitebeard Pirates. Now the “second commander” made sense.

— Ace, are you okay yoi? You’ve been here for a long time. Is it hangover? — someone knocked on the door.

— I’m fine. — you replied quickly. — Just give me a minute.

When the footsteps were far, you took a deep breath. Whitebeard was indeed a powerful man, he probably could help you somehow.

You walked towards the deck, only to find Edward Newgate sitting outside. That man was huge and intimidating, way more intimidating than any other pirate you ever met so far. You were nervous, but approached him anyway.

— Good morning, son! — he smile. — So, any luck with your soulmate yet? If not, don’t worry. I told you, it will happen eventually and there’s no rush.

It was not the interaction you were expecting, and when the man noticed your eyes wide open in surprise and the cheeks getting red, he just knew.

— You’re not Ace, are you? — he asked, you shook your head as a “no”. He didn’t seem angry, he seemed quite curious. — Then tell me more about yourself, let’s find a way for you two to switch back soon.

You said you were part of the Revolutionary Army, the island you were before you woke up in Ace’s body, and also that by now, your friends would be on their way to the next mission.

While the Moby Dick rushed trying to find the RA ship, you had the opportunity to talk to Whitebeard and his crew. The men were very curious, asking questions about your life, how you looked like, and then started telling everything about Ace. The crew told you how your soulmate fell asleep out of the blue, how he ate a lot, was very kind, hot headed with no pun intended, and little things they knew about his life. Some of the men said you were very lucky to have him as your other half.

It was the middle of the night when you spotted the ship docked at the same island. As you got closer, you were able to see three people talking.

— There! They’re still there! — you said excitedly, not just so you could switch back to your body, but also because you couldn’t wait to finally meet your soulmate.

When the Moby Dick docked, you ran towards the ship as fast as you could.

— I told you I'm not saying my name, I don’t even know who you are. — you heard a familiar voice say. — I’ll call Dragon and see what he can do about it. What a bad timing for (Y/N) to find their soulmate.

— I already told you, my name is Ace! — someone replied. — I need to find my crew! Look, we can stay here the whole night, but make it simple and just let’s try to solve this! I know they're with the Whitebeard Pirates!

You followed the voice, smiling.

When Sabo first laid his eyes on your, or well, on Ace, his eyes widened, jaw dropped and he went silent for what felt like ages. You, Ace and Koala got worried, and started shaking the blonde, expecting a reaction from him. What made him act so strange?

— Sabo… — you asked, holding him by his shoulder and gently shaking the man. — Are you okay? What happened?

— It’s you… It’s Ace. You’re Ace. — he said, not even blinking while looking at you, and feeling the teardrops fall down his cheeks. — I remember now. I remember everything! You’re my brother!

You looked at the raven haired boy, who seemed to be just as surprised, while you just wanted to know what is going on. Sabo had a brother and never told you about him?

— Wait, your name is Sabo? My brother Sabo? — he bit his lip to avoid crying, approaching the blonde. — You’re… You’re Alive!

They hugged each other so tight and let the tears fall. It felt like nothing around them existed. You and Koala just heard the sobs, not knowing what was happening, but you didn’t have the heart to interrupt this moment. It probably meant something very important to them.

— Luffy and I, we thought you were dead. — Ace said, trying to breathe between the sobs. — I can’t believe you’re alive.

— I forgot so many things for years, I didn’t remember anything from our childhood. — he took a deep breath. — But now I saw you and remembered everything.

They had this moment for a long time, crying and laughing, laughing and crying again. When they finally explained everything, it felt like a story out of some movie, and all you could say was “wow”.

— Wait, we need to switch back… — Ace said. — We need to kiss!

— Do you think this is going to work? We just met… What if… — he interrupted you.

— Don’t worry, we can try anyway. And if it doesn’t work, we just try again as many times we need.

You looked at Sabo and Koala, who were standing looking at both of you, also curious if this was going to work or not.

— Oh, okay. — the blonde broke the silence, starting to walk to get in the ship. — We’ll leave you two alone. See you guys later.

When you and Ace were finally alone, you two moved closer, just looking at each other for a while, feeling his breath so close. Your hands were cold, your heart was beating fast and your mouth was getting dry. Before you could think much, he stole the kiss, softly and gently at first as if he was simply asking for permission, but then it became so intense and passionate. It felt like the man wanted to hold you so tight and savor every second of it, afraid it was just a dream.

— I spent so many years of my life feeling like I wasn’t worth of love, so it wasn’t hard to fall for you. — he whispered. — You’re my soulmate, I guess I loved you before we even met.

#one piece #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #portgas d. ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace

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