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kalims · 10 months

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the package deal

summary. random scenarios I think about daily

content. scenarios, fluff, not proofread

featuring. jamil, ace, floyd, gender neutral

note. @merotwst hello beh para ito sayo 🥺 SORY ITS VERY LATE I GOT BUSY

scenarios are by order of the names ^^ & double post as an apology for inactive-ness LOL

your personal basketball shield

"what in the great seven are you doing?"

"I'm doing nothing, I'm completely innocent." you nervously reply before adding; "and I'm um... a student from room C."

well the first part made you look suspicious now.

but the second part is a lie though.

you in fact, are not a student from room C. you purposely left out mentioning what year you were in all together in favor of hopefully, having your identity still anonymous the remainder you'd still be inside the court.

speaking of. you aren't even supposed to be here right now.

the student eyes you weirdly, and you refrain from sweating bullets under their gaze.

for your own sake you just ignore them and focus on the court, your eyes immediately zeroes on the seemingly tight block (attempt at this point) at floyd, but he doesn't have any problem getting past them at all. you blink and he had already slammed the ball in and hung off the net like he's trying to play monkey bars.

to be fair your getup is immensely out of place, you're wearing all black, the hood is over your head and you're wearing shades which wouldn't have been strange if you hadn't wore it indoors. a black jacket to match when it's 36 degrees outside? yeah right.

in all honesty you're trying to gaslight yourself that you're just here to show support for one of your friends but you hadn't spared a wink of a gaze in ace's direction ever since you had entered.

instead you're staring at an empty spot at the bench, usually occupied by a certain someone you know. yet it isn't, you're just staring in hopes that he'll magically appear out of thin air and leave you something to stare at.

you're a mixture of confusion, and disappointment. this isn't very independent boss of me. you sweatdrop, pining over a boy... was not part of your plan.

maybe getting hit by a basketball flying off court and miraculously in your direction wasn't too but thankfully before you could screech bloody hell and break your nose, a palm reaches out and literally slaps the ball away casually?

you peek out your arm and peek up at jamil who doesn't even look at you and stares in the direction of which where the ball had come from with unblinking eyes (it seemed kind of intense but you don't want to question it.) he's wearing his signature club wear, his water bottle present in his other hand and a towel over his shoulder. the slightly dampened fringes that frame his face tells you that he had gone to wash up.

"you should be aware of your surroundings." he chides.

and he finally looks at you, you swear you just exploded.

you don't have it in yourself to reply to the echo of an apology from the court but is only able to stare dumbly at jamil who stares back.

... this is awkward.

"thanks..." you trail off, flabbergasted and warm as hell. maybe you shouldn't have used a jacket? maybe it was the weather? definitely!

before you know it, he stalks off with a tilt of his head and you believe you're being delusional again when he keeps looking in your direction whenever he scores like... it's for you.

covering the edges of a table

"I can't believe you spend time with trey."

unsurprisingly there's a deadpan directed to ace, not from deuce, riddle, nor cater but from you. sure he's just teensy tiny little bit bothered because well, it's not like he considered those other people romantically and there's been a silent promise to himself to prove that he is in fact; not as dumb as you think he is when you look at him like that.

usually when 'that' comes into mind ace would have imagined it to be a look he gives you daily, like you're sure he's the biggest idiot of the world but he's your idiot. he definitely does not want to get into detail but it's those looks people in love give which he used to cringe about.

ironically enough he's one of the subjects daydreaming about it.

you get him? he wanted that look not this one.

ace throws up his arms in the air with a deep sigh. "I live with him but that doesn't magically make me good in cooking, plus... trey bakes!" he rolls his eyes, speaking with a matter-of-factly tone.

you squint at him.

"have you not tasted trey's homemade dishes for dinner? those are to die for."

"no I haven't." he snaps.

"to think you even have the resident cook of scarabia mentoring you..." you continue, dodging a spatula that was thrown at your head. you frown at him in mock disappointment. "now now, you really wanna get charged for assault?"

from across the counter ace gives you the forbidden triple fuck you fingers. there's a silly pink apron he wears because you stole the only one which doesn't give his eyes a seizure, a red one. red looks good on you, he thinks but then his eye twitches.

when he had invited you over most of the second and third years had gone out for a camp, right now the first years are rejoicing the absence of their strict dorm leader and cooped up themselves in their respective rooms, eating every single junk food in the rules.

so that meant no one was really willing to cook, even ace wanted take out but you gracefully intervened.

to be fair you were hungry and the food would arrive at like 2 hours with how much ordering the residents had done.

"I think it's ready." he scratches his head, looking more unsure than you.

"you think?"

just then the timer beeps.

"how hard is it to make curry..." you shake your head, grabbing a set of utensils... to use, somehow.. even you aren't that experienced because all crowley does is send you microwavable food from the convenience stores and only the pizza was decent enough to call nice.

his brow creases. "not that hard."

"do it then."

"..."

ace just stares at you, leans over and slaps you over the head. while you've been a victim of many of these, you didn't expect him to literally lean over the counter to do that. "assault." you comment dryly, you curse under your breath when it goes flying under the table.

"it's your word over mine." he shrugs. blinking when you crouch. "what are you doing?"

"I dropped them because of your criminal ass." you roll your eyes, reaching over to grab the scattered utensils all over the floor, great. now you have to wash them too.

only when you realize that there was a possibility of hitting your head (which by the way, was never a fun experience. you're sure there's a carved up line from how many times you've hit it on your head.) when your head indeed bumps, but it's not exactly the hard surface that sends a jolt of sharp pain up your head.

instead there is a soft cushion. it ruffles your hair a bit and you're immensely confused.

you immediately look up when you stand up, unharmed but ace is just looking away from you. stirring the... pot which is weird cause there hasn't been any seasonings put in it.

you shrug.

missing the red ears.

getting hit by a ball to his face but he pretends it doesn't hurt because you're there

you're surprised that basketball even exists in this world when they apparently can't tell the difference between magishift and football, you're practically itching to slap someone when you explain the similarities between the two and they still have the audacity to deadpan at you like they're the most different things to ever exist!

namely, some idiot named ace trappola.

maybe leona too since he was giving you a stinky side eye but you don't want to get slapped back too.

what you appreciate though is floyd, you can't tell if he's just a big, strong ball of idiocy or the smartest person between all the people listening cause he seemed to be the only one interested in what you were saying.

and he even agreed that they were similar! albeit even if his usual manners are confusing floyd isn't that much of a guy that agrees with people a lot so it's a shocker.

and you're confused why he seems to be so attached to you. the tweels are almost always together, where one is, always is the other trailing along. so you're a little concerned because you can't take the presence of the resident friendly terrorists of the schools.

floyd was always following you around till he just wordlessly shoves a flyer of a game that's about to occur in his club, a wide grin on his face as he boasts about how he's on the starting line up and 'going to crush the other team.' literally or figuratively? you don't know but.. probably both.

basically he wanted you to watch so here you are.

not to exaggerate or anything but he is indeed, crushing the other team. a whooping 17 point lead between them, of course NRC leading. you'd be more confused if they weren't the one in first if they have floyd. (who apparently attends practice like one time a week but just enough to stay at the club...)

not to mention before it even started floyd had mentioned something along the lines of decimating the other team for your name. which is floating around the borderline of romantic and insanity.

for your delusions you will believe it romantic.

you're torn if you should cheer for the team, cause you know. you are technically part of NRC so it's natural but you know floyd would get all pouty, in a bad mood so you hesitate. vice versa because if you cheer for floyd you're gonna get weird looks cause so far, he's been doing selfish plays, not passing but scoring.

well this is the least villainous thing a student from a school that worships villians can do...

floyd is playing well, you would not like to admit that you're staring because he looks a little too good in that uniform... sweaty, pushing his hair back with a grin as he glowers at his opponents and sends them into peeing their pants. it works though cause they almost always hesitate when floyd is the one they're up against.

just wow.

you're just 100% sure you're watching a basketball god who would ascend to a higher life form if he wasn't so lazy till there's an abrupt silence that definitely isn't normal.

thankfully you catch the sight of a ball being... shoved to floyd's face like a dunk? should you really be thankful to witness that.

and for once entirety of the room agreed on one thing for that person. rest in piece.

floyd rubs his face and narrows his eyes, it almost looked like he was about to tear up but you swear he looked at you and immediately forced a wobbly grin, closing his eyes so the tears wouldn't fall and opens them to stare at the poor guy intensely.

in the distance you could hear a vague chuckle of jade.

"you don't know where to dunk, lil' guy?" floyd flashes them a sharp toothed grin, ironically you witness their soul leaving their body at the sheer intensity he excludes. most held their breaths cause they're sure that he would have started quietly threatening them but... there's no threats.

almost like he's holding back to act unfazed?

the 'lil guy' gulps and can't even muster up an answer.

floyd smiles at him. "I'll show you."

before the game ended that player left with a red round stain on their face, clear evidence of floyd's 'accidental payback.'

... now he's asking if you've seen how he's carried the team.

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prince-liest · 1 month

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since you acknowledged vox and valentino as a uh. less than healthy relationship (lol) several times (going feral over what vox was implying in that latest 666 fic), do you think there's ever the chance of alastor feeling... probably not protective haha but maybe possessive over vox the next time he's a little banged up? alternatively, how else do you think alastor would react if whatever they were getting up to is halted by vox nursing some kind of injury from one of his and val's fights? - ✨

I think it really depends on how Vox presents the situation, to be honest! They, uh, bang each other up a lot themselves, hahaha, and Alastor doesn't really register it as problematic. A lot of writing 666 is balancing the idea that these guys are living an existence where the a real life normal-meter really can't accurately be applied, and also maintaining that they still do have personal boundaries and lines that might be crossed.

A reminder of some (but not all) of the fucked up things that Vox and Alastor have done to each other over the course of 666:

One murder attempt that Vox didn't draw a line in the sand over

Vox got annoyed and slapped Alastor across the face hard enough to knock him down, with no warning or prelude, in a sexual context

Vox slammed Alastor's skull into the ground, out of anger, several times until he was dazed and bleeding

Alastor literally tried to eat a chunk of Vox's shoulder, most likely resulting in the reverse of the scenario you're describing: Vox having to take it easier with Val because he has a gaping shoulder wound courtesy of Alastor and can't lift his arm

About three dozen bucketfuls of severely under-negotiated and sometimes not-at-all negotiated edgeplay (as in, not safe-sane-consensual) kink from both ends, including but not limited to: choking (via hands and via dick), fearplay, deliberate boundary-crossing wrt touch, hypnosis, painplay, bloodplay, wounding, and gaslighting for the purpose of humiliation

Like, Vox asking "I want to make sure I didn't cross any boundaries!" in the second 666 fic does not in any way absolve him of having deliberately crossed about thirty of them immediately prior, and the fact that Alastor enjoyed it is mostly just because Alastor is also fucked up. Some people seemed quite surprised at Alastor crossing so many boundaries in the wireplay fic compared to all the shit Vox had pulled prior to that point, and I think it's because he, unlike Vox, didn't pay lip service to it, though they both do about the same amount of actual "keeping an eye on things".

Them caring about each other does not mean that their concept of "boundaries" or even "okay things to do to another person in an intimate setting or otherwise" aren't very, very colored by them being demonic overlords who live in hell and haven't so much as waved 'hello' to a single healthy intimate relationship in the past hundred years.

Vox having to take a breather because he has some kind of injury from Val is, unless he's actively making a 'this is fucked up and I'm opening up to be vulnerable and unhappy about it' kind of deal about it, is not really going to ping on Alastor's radar as a problem.

And Vox isn't going to make that kind of deal about it because that isn't how he sees his relationship with Valentino. Yes, Val often treats Vox in abusive ways in 666. That is also colored by both of them being demonic overlords who live in hell, and Vox treats certain aspects of it as frustrating and upsetting (and often takes that out on Valentino - hence the frequent off-again-on-again nature of their relationship), but he doesn't actually, like, see their relationship the way that we do.

He loves Val. Val loves him. To him, the rest is either normal overlord behavior or their own damage, and they've found a balance where the general response to a shitty happening is, "Eh, we've worked through worse."

TL;DR: Valentino, Vox, and Alastor all need to have "DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!" stapled across their foreheads. To paraphrase Bay: They're in hell. The insane acts of violence are basically a love language at this point.

#ask #personal #sparkle anon #666 live on air #my writing #cw abuse #cw violence #cw intimate partner violence #cw cannibalism #long post #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #staticmoth #staticmoth are gonna be “off again” in the next installation and Vox is going to be SO soppy about it

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Hello amazing author. So you're an absolutely amazing writer and I really enjoy reading your fics. I honestly don't get how good you are at writing, I am so jealous. So I was wondering if you have thought of a fic where Taehoon/Jake and the reader insert were in a relationship, so they went on a date and the whole Viral hit crew/big deal decided to watch because they idk were bored? I think it would be a cute little scenario. I love the way you write Jake and Taehoon (you're also the reason I am now a Vin Jin simp). Take care of yourself and have a good day/night/evening <3

Hi Anon, why the hell are you so sweet. Come here and let me smoosh your cheeks. Thank you for reading?! I can never get over that there are people that e n j o y ??? reading my bs.I haven't written about that sunglasses shitter in a hot second, maybe I need to cook something up for him.

I did something similar-ish (but not really) Jake and Reader here. Here's something for Taehoon.

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Coffee date (feat Hobin)

G/N Reader. Fluffy.

Crap.

How is Seoul such a small place? A city of nearly 10 million people and Hobin sees goddamn Taehoon and you here.

Obviously on a coffee date, if the way Taehoon is looking at you is anything to go by. Hobin can't really make out your face, but he's still pretty certain you are wearing the same smitten expression.

Huh.

It's surprising how Taehoon hasn't noticed him yet. Someone so shrewd and perceptive, nothing getting past him. Yet it's like when you're around, his attention is fully focused on you.

Hobin peeks over again at Taehoon.

Entire body leaning towards you, knees knocking together with yours under the table and your hand on his leg as you are gesticulating about something else with your other.

One side of his lips lifted in a trademark smirk and his half-lidded gaze peers at you beneath his lashes. Even from across the room, Hobin can make out that his eyes are unfathomably tender.

Ugh. Quite honestly it gives Hobin the creeps.

This is Seong Taehoon he's looking at here. How can Seong Taehoon ever look at someone like that. Wasn't it only yesterday he called Hobin cringe for talking about Bomi all the time?

Hypocrite.

Frankly, Hobin can never get over how soft Taehoon is for you. In his own way, of course. And this: catching a glimpse of you two, of Taehoon when he doesn't think anyone he knows is around, feels like Hobin's intruding on a private, intimate moment.

Which he is. But that's besides the point.

Seriously though, what is your magic touch and how can Hobin get in on some of that.

Taehoon lets you get away with so much. The way you poke and prod at him with your words, and sometimes even with your hands and fingers, present company and public decency be damned.

Taehoon has kicked people in the face for far less. Has kicked Hobin in the face for far less.

It's a rough lesson learned for the company the first time they mistook Taehoon's soft spot for you for his attitude softening in general. Snapper said one word a bit too overconfident and nearly got kicked through a wall.

That reminds Hobin. He needs to get that wall patched up soon.

Bzzt!

Taehoon's phone vibrates, breaking him out of his reverie, eyes darting to it and then - shit.

Snapping straight to Hobin's face.

Hobin flinches. Feels his soul departing as he whips his head away. Maybe Taehoon didn't recognise him. Maybe Taehoon didn't even see him.

The only way Taehoon couldn't have seen him is if Taehoon was blind or Hobin was invisible.

He has been caught red-handed staring.

Taehoon's good mood from moments ago is replaced instantly by prickly annoyance. Damn it, the last thing he wants to see is Hobin's stupid ugly face here.

Who, by the way, is doing an absolutely terrible job of hiding; judging by the way he ducks under the table.

Taehoon excuses himself. Long legs making short work of his strides over to Hobin's table. Yanking the aforementioned up by the hair until they're staring eye to eye.

"Morning Taehoon-hyung!" Hobin manages, mustering up some courage and charm.

Hyung? How fucking transparent. It makes Taehoon want to beat him up more.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

What was that Hobin was saying about your magic touch with Taehoon?

Maybe... Maybe this would work.

Hobin tries for a sweet smile, eyes big and round and pleading.

A smile he has seen on your face before. Right when Taehoon is on the precipice of exasperation and anger. The same smile that would placate him, pulling him from the edge as his temper diminishes and he settles for an eye roll instead.

Unfortunately, it's a very grotesque imitation of your own that makes Taehoon want to kick Hobin's face more than ever.

Hobin's eyes flicker to Taehoon's leg twitching.

Oops. Nevermind then.

#taehoon seong #taehoon x reader #seong taehun #taehun x reader #seong taehoon #seong taehun x reader #seong taehoon x reader #taehoon seong x reader #how to fight x reader #how to fight #how to fight manhwa #viral hit manhwa #viral hit webtoon #viral hit x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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madschiavelique · 3 months

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𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐔

This au was first talked about on 04/11/2023 with my amazing bestie @sunflowersandsapphires and I thought it could be cute to share these thoughts !! (I'm gonna post several AUs ideas we had and discussed on throughout the months because DAMN the thoughts are delicious)

please note that english is not my first language and that there might be some little grammar mistakes here and there !

word count : 2,2k

We’re all familiar from up close or far of the myth of Medusa, also known as one of the gorgons. People often tend to forget that there were 3 gorgons on this myth : Medusa (of course), but also her sisters Euryale and Stheno.

To give you a bit of a refresh on the myth of Medusa – just from memories okay, the versions of each myth vary in mythology and this is the one i remember best – she was in love with Poseidon and the god decided at one point to bring her to one of Athena’s temples so that they could make love there, her two sisters helping her getting in.

The two lovers were taken during the act by Athena herself who cursed the 3 women by making them gorgons, creatures with snake hair (and body too I believe) that could turn to stone anyone that made the mistake of looking at them in the eyes.

So my mind went like “huh, wait a minute you’d have to be able to see to actually turn to stone right ? So what would happen if-” and it all clicked.

I think somehow Athena’s magic on the gorgons would make them prone to often get reached by men that are ill-intended. So who knows, what if reader is one of the gorgon sisters, hum ?

What if men in the past have tried to come and attack you, what if men in the past successfully killed your two sisters and that you’re now all alone ? What if you lost faith in the possibility of anyone being nice to you, or of anyone not considering you as the monster that you are ?

You lived bitterly, secluded in an area people never walked by in fear of getting attacked by you. You're just so used to people coming to you with the intention of killing you that you expect everything to be a threat. You know better than to be afraid, your powers serve you well enough that you don't have to live in fear.

Until one day, Matt gets lost. He’s never passed through that area before, and the surroundings are so different to his sensitivity. There’s a certain presence, an aura that makes his senses blurry as he walks hesitantly.

Of course, you notice his presence. You’re used to living underground, and the vibrations his footsteps and his stick send through the earth are enough for you to come to the surface. You get out, ready to fight, ready to stare, ready to kill.

He hears you, turning around and simply asking “Hello ?”

But ironically, you’re the one to freeze this time : he is looking in the void, and the usual signs of petrification are not lining up on his body. You frown, and the gut wrenching feeling of fear takes you as much as the weight lifting sensation of relief.

Maybe your powers aren’t working anymore, maybe this is your last moments of torment, maybe you will join your sisters in Hell, maybe you’ll die and get humiliated once more.

But maybe you’re finally free from your curse, maybe only the snakes remain on your head but you can’t turn anyone to statues anymore : maybe you can finally get out of this situation where you’re all alone.

You just want to make sure though, so you step forward a bit, not entirely in case he tries to attack you by surprise, and ask “Why have you come here ?”

He tilts his head towards the sound of your voice, a curious gleam passing his eyes as his eyes won’t settle on you.

“I’m lost.” he answers.

Now you scoff, thinking it’s another trick to make you fall. You’ve had wise men trying to kill you in the past, using their wits to trap you in enigmas or other stupidities that would bring your downfall.

“I don’t fall for tricks and traps,” you say as you step closer to him.

He doesn’t seem to step back, nor does he seem afraid, not in the slightest. You tilt your head a bit until your eyes bore into his, making sure your gaze is aligned with his own.

He frowns, tilting his own head to the side, “Tricks and traps ?”

Your eyes go wide and your shoulders fall as the realisation hits you : he’s blind.

The fear dissipates, but gives its place to disappointment. Of course your curse is not lifted, of course the possibility of you going back to a semi-normal life is purely impossible. You step back, looking at him as if discovering him for a second time.

“You’re not here to kill me ?” you question as you cross your arms over your chest.

He’s the one to scoff now, placing both of his hands on his stick.

“Kill you ? Why would I do such a thing ?”

There’s genuine confusion in his tone, but you’re not ready to let your guard down about all of this.

“Don’t play ignorant, you know why.”

“I assure you I don’t.” he answers.

Now you’re both confused.

You are mostly because it’s the first time your powers don’t act on someone, as well as the first time someone isn’t here to kill you nor is aware of your existence.

As for him, he’d just arrived here because he had lost his way, and now here he was in front of a woman that was claiming he was here to kill her. So who could she be that people came so often here with that purpose only ?

There was something different about you, your smell indicated a strong presence of wet stone, but of something much different. Something that smelled like warm sand, like diluted metal, like scales of snakes. He wondered if perhaps you had one on you, or if the area had plenty of them he had to beware of.

You couldn’t tell if he knew of the legends, for who knows : maybe your sister’s tale had gone forgotten. If he was aware of your story however, he looked like someone pretty calm about it, which made the word ‘unusual’ turn into a euphemism for your situation.

“You’re simply lost ?” you end up interrogating.

“I never used this passageway before,” he conceded, “I wanted to use it as a shortcut, but I’ve never gone this far away from the places I know by heart.”

You continued looking at him. He was well built, enough that his physique could be considered as one of the many heroes that had tried harming you. Yet the more you looked at him, the less the thought of him being here to cause you pain and kill you faded. He only had a bag, and his walking stick.

Your silence perplexed him.

“Why would people want to kill you ?” he asked again, pulling you back from your reverie.

The question made you feel weird, because it seemed like such an evidence to you that seeing an alternative to this interrogation seemed impossible on the spot. Why would they not want to kill you ? They had plenty of reasons anyway.

“Doesn’t matter,” you answered on the spot as this being somehow the only thing your could provide as an answer.

“I think it does,” he interjected, and your parted your lips.

In all these years of being a gorgon, never had your had much of a conversation like so. He surely didn’t care about your life, and maybe was this another ruse to lure you in and make you easier to kill.

Guessing how answering these questions wasn’t one of your fortes, he sighed.

“Could you help me find my way back, please ?”

You’re hesitant on the case of his demand. Every man before him had wronged you, had turned against you to try and bring some glory to their pathetically short lives while you remained eternal and undefeated.

What if it was another trick by Athena ? What if this was her final resort to bring glory to humans ?

And in any case, men had taken away your sisters, how could you not be angry at them and not wish to help them ?

But this one… He seemed kind, disinterested in any kind of glory in any shape or form, just a blind man lost in your woods.

Not daring to be closer to him or even touching him in case this could ease your way into death, you grabbed the foot of his stick and rose back up.

“Hold on to it,” you mumbled as you started walking towards the next path.

You turned a second to him, a grin plastered on his face. Not a vicious one, to your relief, but a grateful smile.

“Why’s a lady like you all by herself on this desertic passage ?” he questioned, walking at your pace as he tried to make sure by waving his arm in front of him that he wouldn’t be hitting anything.

You weren’t here to make friends with men, but you hadn’t talked to anyone in a while. The sight of him having so much trouble directing himself because of your gauche handling of his stick sent you a wave of pity. You dropped the wood, and he stopped, surprised.

“Already there ?” he asked in surprise.

But you came to him, taking his hand and have it circle your arm so that he could still use his stick.

“Thank you,” he softly smiled as you both started walking again, your mind trying to chase away the way his arm against yours felt. “So, why are you all alone in here ?”

“Because bad men chased me until there was no place other than there for me to live,” which wasn’t far off the mark.

“Exiled ?” he interrogated.

“Feared.” you breathed.

“How could you be feared ?” the question rang wrong to him.

“How could I not,” you almost laugh as your free hand comes to caress the neck of a snake.

“I don’t find you terrifying,” his lips came to form an inverted smile as he rose his eyebrows.

“It’s because you are safe from my unwanted danger.”

“Am I holding the hand of the most dangerous person to ever be ?” he laughed, the lack of seriousness in his tone making the situation all the more ironic for you.

“You just might,” you answered, a bit less tense than you were seconds ago.

“Well, it pleases me,” he admitted and you stiffened.

Trying to play it cool and not get nervous that this could be your last conversation ever, you asked :

“To be in danger ?”

His head turned to yours, his gaze still lost somewhere you could never be in.

“To be in good company.”

Your walk with him came to an end, and Matt had by now remembered the way to get to the path. He wished you goodbyes, and you came back to your cave thinking how much of a strange situation it had been.

He hadn’t tried to kill you on the way, but maybe had an acolyte of some sort of his placed a trap in your cave. You meticulously made your way back to your place, but nothing different was to be found.

What an odd encounter.

And thus he came a second time to you.

“I’ve lost my way again,” he had explained.

“Have you got the memory of a goldfish ?”

But nevertheless, you had accompanied him back again, and had chatted again, and waved goodbyes again.

But still, he kept getting lost, and kept coming back to you for your guidance.

You had the full conviction by now that he had the worst sense of orientation a man could have ever gotten.

And he had the full conviction that you were not a monster, so he pretended to not know his way although he now knew it by heart just to have an excuse to meet you again and talk to you.

“Seems like I really can’t remember my way anymore.”

“Matt, you always come to me with the exact same path, you know that right-”

“Really can’t remember it anymore, such a shame, looks like you’ll once again have to accompany me.

“It’s the second time you’ve come to see me today.”

Of course he tries to play it off and placing this on his atrocious sense of orientation, but there are some moments where he accidentally lets the cover slip.

“It’s near a huge rock.” you explain again.

“You mean the one shaped like a heart that is about 300 steps from here ?”

“Yes exact- wait a minute, if you know the placement so well, how come you always get lost ?”

“...”

“...?”

“Amnesia has taken me, what were we talking about ?”

“Matt you’ve gotten ‘amnesia’ three times this week. You need to speak to someone about that.

“You shouldn’t worry. Actually I feel like I have most of my sense in your presence lately, your company cures me of my own obliviousness-” he says as he trips over a rock immediately.

And you’re quite oblivious to this, but also the more you understand about this, the least do you complain about it.

Maybe loneliness started slipping away from you after all.

(I could continue on this au but I have WAY too many others in mind that I want to put out there !!! I'd love to see any of the thoughts you'd have on this au besties <33)

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heynikkiyousofine · 4 months

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✨Hello, 2024!✨

I'm excited to share with you a few projects I'm hoping to start posting this next year, while also branching out on some new things, such as new pairings, a different POV, and even an attempt at an original novel by myself. Cheers to the next year!

⌘Sweeter Than Fiction

(InuKag, modern au, strangers to lovers, librarian/hockey player au, eventual smut, fluff)

Summary: Kagome Higurashi is a loner, something that has never bothered her. She has her close friend, she has her favorite books she devours every chance she gets, a family who loves and supports her, and she is in her final year of college, with a dream to become a writer. Kagome’s content, but in reality, she wishes for adventures and excitement, much like the characters in her books. In steps the captain of her college’s hockey team, a rude, unruly, and cocky hanyou named Inuyasha Taisho, and suddenly, her whole world is turned upside down.

Keep an eye out for some fabulous art by @clearwillow with this one.

⌘How To Train Your Human

(InuKag, space/other world au, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, chaos, fluff, funny)

Summary: In their 250th year, every youkai receives their human familiar after they complete all the necessary tests and read the handbook on how to train their human. Even Inuyasha will, despite being the first half demon to do so. He expected a kind, docile human as described in said handbook, similar to how his mother was when she met his father. So what does he do when Kagome Higurashi, his human, is the exact opposite?

Keep an eye out for some fantastic art with this one by @heavenin--hell

⌘Terms and Conditions

(InuKag, modern au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, angst, fluff)

Summary: After the disastrous day I had, there were two things I was certain of. One, Inuyasha Taisho, the country’s most eligible bachelor, was going to be my fiancé, and eventual husband. Two, we might kill each other before we ever make it to the altar.

Also planning some fabulous art with @brain-rot-hour for this one as well.

⌘Gifts for amazing people in this fandom.

I've been working with a select few others in creating gifts for the amazing readers, writers, artist, creators of this fandom, so be on the look out for some one-shots and drabbles of our favorite half demona and modern miko, along with new pairings that I'm dipping my toes into.

⌘Becoming Theirs (An Original Novel)

(new novel, modern, strangers, stalker, dark, humor, fluff, smut, healing my own inner trauma with this one)

Summary: Charlotte's life has been turned upside down with meeting Jackson and Elliot, only for her entire world to be shifted again when a past danger reveals itself.

⌘ Maybe/Maybe Not's:

(depends on all the time I have)

Epilogue Chapter to 12 Days of Smutmas: InuKag Edition

Sequel to A Deal With A Demon

Bird In A Cage (InuKag, strangers to lovers, dark and twisty, feudal era and modern au, fluff, first time, teaching, smut.) Summary: Kagome finds herself escaping a fate bestowed upon and stumbles upon a whole new world, where not all are who they seem to be.

Currently celebrating hitting the 400 mark in followers. If you would like to be added to the tag list or removed, please let me know, so I can update it. Also, if there's anything you're excited for, feel free to let me know! I will happily let you know when a new chapter is coming. I'm finally at a point in my life where I have time and energy to create new things and push my creativity. And I'm so beyond excited to share it all with you. Happy New Year! ✨

#inuyasha #heynikkiyousofine fanfiction

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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — last night i cried

TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THE PAST 2 CHAPTERS. This chapter is a bit shorter because it is a follow up to the last chapter but dw y'all, expect a new chapter to be out by Thursday. It's currently Tuesday where I'm at LMAO. Please keep supporting 'SOS', I'm lowkey having fun writing this and dw y'all, the smut is coming soon, you just gotta wait 😭Also btw, I DELETED the other part so yeah y'all LMAO, I combined it together. Also, thank ALL of you for the support on "SOS", I LOVE YOU ALLL

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

GIF by mandalor-din

series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: shuri is starting to feel like you're seducing her and you decide to play into her game. might as well make it fun while you're here right? wrong. shuri has finally lost her cool with you and demands you out of wakanda but as you discover a shocking truth about her "beloved" girlfriend, things take a turn for the worst

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, cursing, this is a series. you are currently looking at the second/third chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

taglist: @yvxmpire, @sweetalittleselfish-honey, @xxmilli, @queenofsimpsblog, @ziayamikaelson, @shuriislut, @atssukoo, @widowmakker, @cuddl3s4shur1

proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'SOS' — SZA

send your thoughts and requests

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You blinked twice before waking up abruptly and looking around. You were still in Wakanda. You sighed, touching your head before looking on your bed, you bonnet laying peacefully.

"Of course, no matter how tight I make you, you still love to wrestle off my head." You mutter to yourself as you yawn and check your phone to look at the time. 12 PM.

Squinting your eyes, you feel like you're forgetting something but brush it off. You get out of bed and stretch before looking in the mirror. You were wearing a black shirt that went just right below your tummy. Underneath was your white lingerie set, complete with the knee-high laced socks with ribbons. You fixed your bonnet back on your head before walking over to your mini kitchen.

You fixed yourself a cup of coffee before leaning over the counter, looking through your phone, and taking small sips.

How peaceful.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" A voice came from behind you as your door swung open, almost breaking down.

"EYYYY..." you voice out starting to yell before you look and see who it was, Shuri.

"What the hell dude?! It's 12 in the morning." You start, motioning at the door.

"12 in the morning, 12 in the fucking morning, in the AFTERNOON you mean. I TOLD YOU I NEEDED YOU AT 10, SHARP!" She shouted, abruptly, causing you to drop your cup of coffee.

"That's what I was forgetting.." You sigh, putting your hands on your hips, looking away and then back at Shuri who seemed to have quieted down now. She slowly walked into the room, closing the door behind her quietly, her eyes fixated on everywhere but your face.

She looked you up and down, mostly focusing on your hips and the way your hands rolled over your curves. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Hello?" You say, breaking her out of her trance.

She looked back at you, the anger still on her face. She pointed a finger at you, making you put your hands up.

"I invite you to my country and you just...you just.." Her voice trailed off as she noticed more of the lingerie under your shirt showing when you raised up your arms.

"Just..get dressed and meet me in the lab or you're fired!" She says, turning around. She paused, taking a deep breath before walking out of the room, and slamming the door behind her.

"What's got her panties in a twist..?" You look down at the mess at your feet and carefully pick up the glass, throwing it away.

After finally cleaning up, you got cleaned and dressed. You but on a white bodycon dress that revealed some cleavage...I mean...a lot. Like Ramonda-type cleavage that Namor was highkey eyeing down. You fixed your hair, putting it in a slick back ponytail at the back, your long curls sitting pretty behind you as you brought out 2 strands at the side and fixed your edges.

Putting on matching pumps, you grabbed your phone and left your apartment in the palace to the lab. As soon as you entered, the voice spoke again, causing you to slightly jump, placing a hand on your chest.

"My queen, an unknown woman has entered the lab."

"I heard, Griot." Shuri said, not even looking over to your way, talking to another woman.

You pulled down your dress before walking up the stairs to see a younger woman there. Her hair was in cornrow braids and she looked around 19-20?

"DAMN." She said as soon as you appeared into view. The American accent catches your ears. Ugh, Americans.

"I'm sorry, it's just wow. I haven't seen a good-looking girl around here yet."

"That's an inappropriate work outfit." Shuri said, looking at you in eyes with nothing but hatred.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, ignoring Shuri before you raised your eyebrow at her. "Who are you?"

"Oh I'm Riri." She said, putting a hand out as you shook her head.

"I see, you're the one who took up my old office."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know. They were using it as a closet space before me, my bad."

Your grip on her hand unconsciously tightened as your smile became less genuine and more so agitated. As a small 'ow' left her mouth, you quickly left go of her hand and tilted your head. "It's alright, don't worry. I won't be here long anyway."

"Why? Aren't you Wakandan?"

You didn't say anything and just turned to Shuri who surprisingly had not added any snarky remarks. She just looked away from you, going back to her work.

You turned back to Riri. "You wouldn't mind showing me what you guys are working on would you?"

"Of course not! Come on,"

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Your heels sounded through the hallway as you walked towards the throne room. Your hair was in a tight afro puff on your head, your reading glasses lowered slightly on my face, it normally happened when you were working. Stacks of papers with calculations and blueprints occupied my hands as well.

You paused when you heard quiet mumbling and slowly shuffled over to the door. Nosy. As you peeked through the door, you saw Shuri and Riri talking.

“I don’t even know why, I shouldn’t even be feeling this way.” Shuri sighed, defeated

“It takes more than 4 years and a side bitch to move on from someone you shared all those special connections to yknow?” You heard Riri say.

Are they talking about me? You leaned in closer and put your ear to the door to listen in closely.

“Malia is not a side piece Riri, don't call her that, she might become my queen one day" Shuri warned as you rolled my eyes.

"Yea...okay." Riri said sounding unamused.

"So if you love Lia so much? Why are you having thoughts about ripping the clothes off your ex and fucking her in front of the window?" Riri voiced out causing your eyes to widen as you practically choked on oxygen.

"Eyyy....not so loud, someone might hear you."

Too late, you already did.

"And no, you're twisting my words. I never said I wanted to indulge in any sexual activities with her. I just said-"

"You literally ripped me from my work to tell me you're 100% sure she's trying to seduce, be for real 'your honor'" Riri folded her arms as I raised my eyebrow.

"I didn't say that either. I'm just saying that she never dressed like that before when we used to date. I mean, ever since she got here, all she's worn is bodycon dresses that leave little to no imagination to what her breasts look like...and the lingerie." Shuri added, sounding embarrassed that she was discussing this. "Like who is she trying to impress? The elders?"

Tell that to your girlfriend.

"Maybe she just gained confidence after breaking up with you." Riri suggested, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, if you want her so much then have her, if you don't then...don't. You're the queen of Wakanda, don't disturb my life with your girl problems please."

"I don't have..." Shuri paused almost as if she realized something and then I watched as her fists balled up and anger fixed on the face that was once embarrassed. "I don't even know why I'm stressing over her. She left me, she's an asshole."

You stopped listening after that, your eyebrows furrowing at that. Yeah, yeah go ahead and tell everyone I'm an asshole when all I wanted was my girlfriend to look at me as more than an annoying piece of distraction. Gosh.

You looked down at your papers, she had to sign some of them. If she's so convinced you're trying to seduce her, then might as well right? She doesn't know who she's messing with.

You took the pen from your ear and hung it on your dress with the back. Right next to your cleavage. Hmph. I'll make this harder for her than she thinks.

You take a few quiet steps back before walking towards the door, opening the door to the throne room. The noise caused the two women to look up.

"Wow, you have amazing timing." Riri said as she looked between you and Shuri slightly.

She looked at you with pure hatred in her eyes, almost as if the whole conversation you just listened to didn't happen. You sigh and look at her sternly.

"Miss Udaku, I brought my calculations and blueprints of the dehydration machine like you asked." You say, handing the papers to her. "All you have to do is sign here to approve.."

She barely skimmed through the papers before shaking her head and looking away and saying no. "This won't work, do it again."

"I've done these calculations like 15 times because you weren't satisfied, this isn't basic math you know that right?" Your eyes widened slightly.

You didn't eat breakfast for this. You missed lunch for this. While you've been in the lab slaving away, Malia had no problem posting the picnic date Shuri took her on, as well as all the food they got on the way. Ugh seeing her smug smile on your phone screen made you lose my appetite.

"Holy shit, this is like 40 pages of calculations," Riri said, looking through the stapled papers you had presented. "And the blueprint. I think this looks goo-"

"You think." Shuri cut her off. "You don't know. I am queen and I know how to properly defend my country.

"No one said you didn't." You cut her off.

"I've been handling Wakandan tech for all my life." She started again as you rolled my eyes.

"So have I. I know what I'm talking about." You say again, looking her dead in the eye.

Shuri took a deep breath like she was about to smack you before looking around. "Pen." She said signaling to both you and Riri to see if you both had pens.

You ran your hands along the side of your dress before looking away. If she wants the pen, she's gonna have to get it herself.

It took a few moments but then you felt the movement of a hand above your cleavage area. She was reaching for the pen. You breathed in, causing my chest to rise. Her hand did more than graze over your cleavage at that point, it almost grabbed a fist full of it.

She immediately realized and darted her hand away, grabbing the pen while doing so.

You turned around to see her looking down at the papers more flustered than ever. You scoffed under my breath.

"Fine, here. Approved, now leave." She said, not even looking up at me. You took the papers but then paused.

"You can keep the pen, I have plenty more."

You turn around on my heel before exiting the throne room just in time to hear Riri go

"What the hell was that?!"

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"HA!" you sighed as you got the last hit on one of the Dora Milage warriors before sighing.

"She still has the moves." Okoye teased as all the warriors, including the one you just beat in the sparring, praised and clapped for you.

You steadied your breathing before smiling and moving your hair to the side. You had changed out of your work outfit and you were in a white cropped tank top with black basketball shorts and sneakers.

You twisted the spear in your hand before placing it in the ground, causing another wave of applause.

"Thank you, thank you" You joked, laughing. But your face soon dropped as soon as you hear a voice behind you.

"Why is she here?"

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head so hard that it hurt. Of course, she trained with the Dora Milage. You sighed and picked up your spear turning around as Okoye talked on your behalf.

"I know you guys don't like each other but please, this is a training area so please just keep the pettiness out of the room?"

You fix the low ponytail at the back of your head, smoothening out your hair with your hand. You eyed her up and down, taking in her uniform. She was dressed similarly to you in a crop top and shorts but her tattoos really highlighted her body in the best way possible. You can tell she was training by herself for a bit because her hair was a bit wet. From her toned abs to her posture, everything about her was just so...attractive.

"Again, why is she here?" She asked again, not even bothering to look at you.

Way to turn somebody off.

You look away as your mother stepped up.

"My queen, Y/N is just training with us for now. She has always been in the front lines of Wakanda and with this war with Namor-"

"She will not be fighting in the front lines and that's final." Shuri says almost too quickly making every surprised.

"By my queen."

"No."

At first, you looked away, hiding a smile. It reminded of you of when she would always hold you and beg you not to go into battle because she was always afraid of you hurting yourself. She used to be so sweet, especially towards you. Memories of you guys working on lab tech and laughing away together filled your mind but before you could get lost in it, the argument quickly pulled you away from your thoughts.

"The only reason she was brought back here was to help with the calculations. I don't need any more useless bodies dropping out there."

"Wow." was all you could voice. What she said was hurtful and you're not going to lie. Even when you guys were breaking up, you never degraded her. No wait, that's a lie.

Your face expression tightened as your mother looked at Shuri full of rage like she was about to kill the only remaining queen of Wakanda. She does not play about you, which is why both you and Okoye had to put a hand on her shoulder to move her away from Shuri.

Shuri looked at you with hatred in her eyes, like you were the one that killed her family.

"You know what, you don't even belong here."

"What's got you so mad?" You ask, offended. She wasn't so angry when you say her about 2 hours ago. Was it a thing with Malia?

"You've overstayed your welcome. Now leave."

"Wakanda? My home?" You asked out of disbelief, there's no way. You haven't even been back over to visit your tribe yet or the marketplace.

"No. The country you left years ago. The country that you abandoned." She said coldly turning away. "I don't like repeating myself. Leave."

"No! You have no right to kick me out of my rightful home, are you crazy?! I'M ALLOWED TO BE HERE!"

"Shuri, maybe we should all calm down before making hash decisions..." Okoye said, stepping in for you.

"I AM YOUR QUEEN!" Shuri turned around angrily, suddenly raising her voice at everyone. "WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT I WANT AND WHAT I WANT IS HER GONE, NOW. LEAVE!" She said, yelling at you, towering over you again.

You sniffed as tears in your eyes began to fall, her expression never changing. "Fuck you, real shit." You push her away and angrily walk out of the training area.

As you walked through the palace hallways, you began to sob uncontrollably. The last time you left, you weren't the one sobbing like this. You almost dropped to your knees, You had to hold onto the doors. You hadn't been back here for 4 years, all the nostalgia hitting...you at least wanted to visit your dad..and T'Challa.

You missed their funerals because you were too hardheaded to come back over here. "I didn't even get to bury them...and now I can't even say goodbye." You choke out, wiping your tears which were soon replaced with tears of rage.

Your eyes turned red as every bone in your body felt like they were on fire. You were taking deep breaths as that moment replayed in your head. You just wanted to throw her across the room and rip out every fucking bone in her body.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice from behind you said.

You quickly recognized her as Malia.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you." You roll my eyes, dismissing her.

She kept pestering you though. "You're going to have to start referring to me as your princess...queen. You know that right?" It's almost as a small chuckle left her mouth.

This bitch.

"But seriously though. Are you okay?"

"I SAID GO AWAY." You turned around rapidly, moving your hand in a swift motion. Immediately, she went flying across the wall, hitting her back on a pillar hard and sliding down, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Fuck, it happened again.

"SHITTTTT" You heard another voice speak out as your head turned around swiftly.

It was Riri, she had her hand on her mouth as she held a phone in her free hand, the camera facing you. She just caught you on fucking video.

"Delete that footage!" You said, starting to walk towards her when your foot hit an object. You looked down, noticing it was Malia's phone.

You noticed she was texting someone under the contact name "Daddy 💞." You were about to ignore it until you saw Shuri's name in their conversation.

You squinted your eyes, picking up the phone as you looked at the picture for the contact.

"No fucking way."

You scroll through the messages as fast as you can, seeing a bunch of pictures of her and her father who you're CERTAIN you've seen from somewhere before.

Namor.

"Ain't no fucking way, this has to be a joke, a set up."

But it's true, pictures of her when she was little, pictures of them underwater together. They were definitely not taken on a phone but it was definitely them.

"God this idiot was seriously going to marry the daughter of her enemy.."

"MALIA!" Shuri shouted as you turned around to be met with her squatting, eyes wide open at her girlfriend's unconscious body. A bunch of Dora Milage warriors looking at it and then everyone turned to you.

"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER, I SWEAR!"

Which was technically true. You didn't but she did.

"Arrest her."

The warriors were hesitant at first until Shuri screamed on the top of her lungs.

"ARREST HER!"

Your mother and Okoye looked at you with tears in their eyes as they approached you.

"Mom.."

As they tried to capture you, you slipped away from their grip, shaking your head.

You darted down the hallway as a chase ensued. You heard Okoye calling for more warriors through her kimoyo beads.

They were on your tail. You quickly turned around a hallway to see more warriors waiting for you. You turned around when the original warriors had you cornered.

You looked to your left, darting down through a hallway and then up multiple flight of stairs, Malia's phone tucked into your pocket tightly.

You made it over to the hallway where the apartments were and rushed into yours. Taking deep breaths, you turned around as a small group of warriors cornered you. You start taking steps backwards, them taking steps forward.

"I didn't touch her."

They didn't seem to listen and as you kept backing away, you felt your body almost fall through the open window.

"Shit!"

"Y/N!" Your mother cried out as she took slow steps towards you.

"Baby, step away from the window please, we can talk it all out with Shuri, figure it all out."

"Y/N, you're going to hurt yourself please." Okoye pleaded with your mom.

Another Dora Milage warrior suddenly darted towards you with handcuffs, causing you to slip and fall.

"Y/N!"

You closed your eyes momentarily before you couldn't open them anymore.

I cried, I cried, and I cried.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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Hi, I have huge gratitude and admiration for your posts and updates on OFMD, I always find them so comforting and informative! Especially as I'm only on Reddit and got a Tumblr account 4 days ago to keep track of OFMD (Twitter/X is just too overwhelming for me lol). What was your take on Rhys Darby's Cameo video in regards to making you feel more hopeful/less hopeful/neither but it was still lovely? With the deafening silence from David Jenkins and worrying that the morale is dropping, it's irresistible not to start feeling a bit of doom, you know? Any response appreciated, but regardless, thank you so much for the work you're doing ❤️

Hello my dear! Welcome to tumblr, we're so glad to have you! I really should get on reddit sometime (I get notifications when certain posts get busy but I just always forget to check them). I totally get that Twitter is overwhelming, it's a tornado of information--and thank you! I'm so glad you're getting something out of the updates!

My take on the Rhys Darby cameo, ay? Well I'll be honest, I thrive on even a little bit of feedback so I was 100% pumped after that yesterday. It sounds silly but I went and cried in the shower for 20 mins because I was feeling torn between the sadness for Rhys and what he lost and was feeling and then also the beautifully kind and positive advice he was giving us.

After that-- I basically felt like someone called Gondor for aid and I was a raging pile of need for action. I actually feel more hopeful now, but I think Rhys has that affect on people. Like that man could tell me the sky was blue and I'd grin like a toddler with a lollipop and nod and feel like I could take on the day.

I do totally get that doom and gloom feeling that comes with the silence. We need that feedback from the people we're fighting for to keep morale up. That being said though--- I've noticed a trend over the past few weeks since cancellation, and that is that when we start feeling down, someone in the cast/crew starts poking their nose out. Usually its Chaos Dad (David Jenkins) but all of a sudden when things are slowing down again this week, Rhys puts himself up on Cameo, two days before the UK launch of s2? I just don't believe in coincidences in most cases, especially when we're all watching things so closely. It may make me sound like a conspiracy theorist but I do truly believe that a huge chunk of the cast and crew is watching our actions and reactions to things very carefully (Hell, Alex Sherman is over on twitter liking a bunch of fan art and porn, so at least we have our little perverted guardian angel!). They just seem to keep popping up at the exact right moments to help rally the troops for them not to be.

The difficulty with negotiations in any industry is the whole Non Disclosure Agreement that comes along with people potentially taking on new clients/funding new projects. Legitimately, there could be a contract in the works right now with a network and we already have our s3, but we just can't know about it because that would damage / threaten negotiations. It could be the other way too, but with how supportive Chaos Dad and Rhys and the rest of the crew have been just popping in and out like little bubbles of positivity, I really feel like we have still have some hope here. It's just really hard to be patient when we're all pushing so hard-- which is why breaks are so important. Anywhoooo, I've had my coffee so I'm obviously rambling at this point-- thank you so much dear for writing into me! I hope that answers your question... I am feeling overwhelmingly positive after Rhys' videos and feeling very mama bear on wanting to protect that man by doubling down on efforts, lol. So glad you're will us on tumblr friend! Always feel free to reach out :D <3<3<3 Ty!

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Hello! I found a section of Tsurune volume 3 that says Masaki changed his name (the last name is changed, was his first name changed also because he mentions it as such despite it still being 'Masaki'? Just confused here.) And then it's discussed that the only time to tell someone your real name was when you're courting them, and so he asks Minato about an answer to his proposal, what was this about, just curious. Thanks! :)

Oh, you guys saw that? 👀 It’s one of the best scenes with Minato and Masaki in the whole volume.

Masaki did change both his surname and first name. His first name was originally 正樹 and became 雅貴. Same pronunciation, different writing.

Now, to give full context on this, I also need to explain some historical references. But first, the context of the scene itself (warning, this is insanely long):

It happens in Masaki’s apartment. He and Minato had bumped into each other by coincidence while doing some shopping on a weekend, so Masaki invites Minato over to discuss the matter of his yugake, as well as get a book that Minato had wanted to borrow but was lost in Masaki’s stuff. Some tooth-rotting fluff happens at the store and right after they get to Masaki’s place, but this post is already long enough. I can elaborate if I get another ask about this, though.

Whilst looking for the book, Minato also ends up digging out some school records containing Masaki’s birth name, which was Tamamori Masaki. Just a random observation while we’re at it, "Tamamori" is a weird surname. But in a good sense. Like, it means "soul protector" in a very not obvious way. "Tama" means "sphere", which carries the connotation of "spirit"/"soul" and "mori" means "protection"/"protector" (think of protection charms, "omamori", for example). It's not conventional at all, and damn, does it define Masaki well. As a Shinto priest, he is literally a protector of spirits. As a mentor, he's the protector of his disciples. And in general, he's Minato's protector.

Anyway, back to what matters. We’ve known since volume 1 that Masaki had changed his surname to “Takigawa” when he was a kid because his mother had gotten divorced from his father and remarried. We also knew that he didn’t have his grandfather’s surname (Yasaka) before that, because that’s his mother’s father. He originally had his father’s surname, and until now, we didn’t know what that was. And we also didn’t know that Masaki had changed his first name along with his last name. There shouldn’t be any need for that. In fact, there shouldn’t be any need for him to change his surname either. Just because his mother remarried doesn’t mean he’s obligated to have his stepdad’s surname. Something else is the issue.

The issue being that Masaki’s biological dad is on Trash Dad Team.

Volume 3 is the one where we get the most of Masaki’s past until this point, so be ready for one hell of a ride now. For starters, his grandpa’s family is special. Not just because they run a shrine, but also because the people of their bloodline have a strong sixth sense. They can see and feel certain things that normal people can’t. I’m sure everyone could already tell that from volume 1, though. It’s always been hinted that Masaki has some sort of connection with the supernatural and the mystic aside from the fact that he’s a priest. It’s been even more strongly hinted that the same goes for Minato, and in this volume, we get a confirmation of it.

So there you have it. Masaki is a descendant of important people who have a long-standing, intimate relationship with the “other side”. One of his ancestors has their remains enshrined within a forest in another town and is worshiped by the locals. And here’s where things get wild: his father stole one of this ancestor’s bones from the shrine and ran the fuck away with it. His goal was probably to sell it to the black market or something. That kinda shit gets you an insane amount of money in Japan. However, before stealing the bone, he had tried to have the remains exhumed and handed over to him from the local people, claiming that he was one of the descendants of whoever was enshrined in that forest. From what the text implies, the actual descendant wasn’t him, but rather someone who was related to him.

Who that someone was? Masaki’s brother.

No, not Ren. Masaki’s biological brother.

Yes, Masaki has a sibling. Or had, before their father kidnapped him.

Masaki’s brother is three years younger than him and his name is never revealed. All we know is that they were close and Masaki loved him very much. When his father left, he took his youngest son along without anyone’s consent and ran away. Masaki and his mother have not seen him since.

“But wait, Japan is a country where the law actually works. How is it that the police hasn’t caught this guy? Is this a stretch from the author? Perhaps just bad writing?” you might be asking yourselves. Sadly, no. The author is actually being realistic here (and likely providing an educated critique to how flawed Japan’s law is when it comes to caring for minors in general). I know that what I’m about to say is going to sound crazy, but parental kidnapping isn’t a crime in Japan.

I wish I was making this up.

If two parents get divorced and one of them takes their child along when leaving, even if by force and without the consent or knowledge of the other parent, this isn’t considered kidnapping at all. Why? Basically, children are viewed as property of their families in Japan. If one of the parents wants to take their kid to their new home and raise them there, it’s completely legal. Their child, their choice. The child doesn’t have any right to object. The only one who has that right is the other parent, but they can only exercise it if they manage to catch the kidnapper in the act. Otherwise, if the other parent tries to get the child back after the child has been kidnapped, they need to have the permission of the kidnapper, because by then the child would be in a new residence that doesn’t belong to both parents, only to one, and accessing it without the consent of the residence’s owner would be invasion of property. And that is a crime that could get the other parent in jail, even if they’re literally just trying to save their child.

All of this felt completely insane to write and I presume it feels even more insane to read.

As to why Masaki’s dad took his brother away, it’s because of their special bloodline. Apparently, Masaki’s brother was just like him. After his father left with his brother, Masaki and his family figured that he’d come back to take Masaki too, and that’s why he had to change his name. That way, Masaki now belongs to his stepdad’s family, meaning that if his father tried to take him, then it would be legally considered kidnapping. It’s not very clear why Masaki also changed the writing of his first name, but it’s suggested that he did so because his father was the one who picked it for him.

But oh, it doesn’t get better. Not long after the kidnapping, Masaki’s dad sent his little brother’s death certificate to them. On Masaki’s birthday. Ever since then, Masaki’s birthday has been his brother’s death anniversary.

Masaki doesn’t think his brother really died. His father probably pulled some strings to forge the death and then got his brother a new identity. That way, his ex-wife’s family would give up on trying to het him back, and even if they decided to do otherwise, the chances of them succeeding would be next to none. Like, suppose they happen to get ahold of him by some dumb luck, they’d still never be able to prove that it’s him (with him being legally considered dead and probably having a whole different name now).

Masaki is understandably the most bitter creature on earth over this whole thing. He despises his father with a passion and hates his birth name. During his conversation with Minato about this, he says that his birth name is a deadname to him.

Took me long enough to get to this point, but that’s where the historical references come in. When I say “deadname”, I don’t really mean it in its original sense. It’s just that this word is the closest it gets to a translation of the original term in Japanese.

Before the Meiji Restoration, Japanese people had a custom of using several different names for themselves, as well as taking on many different kinds of epithets, pen names and titles. People hardly used their birth names even to sign official documents or works made by themselves. This was so that it would be the hardest possible for their real names to ever be disclosed. Only their families would know their real names until they passed away. That’s when their names would finally be engraved in their tombstones and whatnot. And I know “deadname” doesn’t sound appropriate as a translation for this, but I can’t think of any other word that would fit both in this context and the context of Masaki throwing away his birth name. If anyone knows any word that could encompass both meanings, please message me!

Anyway, back to ancient Japan. Other than family, the only person who would know another person’s real name was the one they were making romantic advances on. It was okay to pull this move because, during those times, people flirted with the ultimate purpose of getting married, meaning their sweetheart would become part of their family eventually. But there was always a chance of them being rejected, so it was a risky feat. Wars and battles over territory, political power and assets were an everyday life thing, so people had to protect their identities at all costs back then. Revealing your real name to an outsider was an act of absolute trust. Of course, this isn’t the case anymore, but Masaki revealing to Minato his birth name, as well as telling him this extremely personal and heavy story, is also an act of absolute trust. He knows that he can share this with Minato. Minato won’t be put-off by it, won’t be judgmental towards it, and most importantly, won’t ever tell anyone about it.

It’s really funny to me that Minato listens to this absurd story without batting an eye. He just accepts all of it, no questions asked. And the only thing he isn’t okay with is Masaki talking about his own name as if it’s disgusting and a burden.

Now I have to leave a translation of this part here because it’s fucking golden. You've gotten through this wall of text. You deserve it.

"'Tamamori Masaki'. That's my former name."

"Masa-san's birth name?"

"I changed my first name along with my surname. My old name is a deadname to me. Don't really wanna be reminded of it."

Masa-san was giving a bitter smile – one that was not like him. First there was Ren the other day and now this; these brothers just had too many secrets. Minato did not mind that they would not tell him about the circumstances. However, hating your own name was simply too sad.

"That's not right. 'Deadnames' were used until the Meiji Era and it was something precious that only your lord and family members would know. You'd only tell it to other people when proposing marriage to them, it seems."

"Fuh, that's dangerous. Seiya would beat me to a pulp if he found out. Well then, mind giving me the reply?"

"Reply to what?"

"To my proposal."

"Heh? I-I don't know anything about that kinda stuff."

"'That kinda stuff', huh."

"I've never thought about that kinda stuff."

"You just said 'that kinda stuff' twice."

"You're the worst master ever."

"Minato, you're like a jack-in-the-box. Whatever's inside is always beyond my imagination," Masa-san giggled.

Looks like he was teasing me. Geez, I'm seriously no match for this man.

Minato stood up. "It's about time I head home."

"Want me to give you a ride?"

"I'm good."

When he pushed the door open, a gray sky spread out before his eyes.

"Uh, it's raining. I didn't bring my rain coat today."

"Well-timed shower, huh? Wanna drink some coffee?"

"Hm."

Minato closed the door.

Filed under: jokes that mean exactly what they mean.

I love that in Tsurune, the punchline in these moments doesn’t come from double entendre. The joke is precisely what it sounds like. When Masaki says “proposal”, the word he uses is specifically meant for marriage. He doesn’t mean any other sort of proposal. But no, he’s not really asking for Minato’s hand. He’s 100% not being serious, and that is what makes the joke a joke. He did that because he knew it’d get a reaction out of Minato, and that’s where the humor lies.

I have seen some people (even some influential artists) in the fandom honestly believing that Masaki really was proposing to Minato, and if any of y’all ever happen to come across someone posting about that, rest assured. It was indeed just a joke. Same as when he joked about teaching Minato “the basics” of a relationship. He wasn’t serious at all, but he meant exactly what he said.

I also think it's really funny that Minato takes a mental note to the fact that he was being teased. Which means he at first thought Masaki was being serious and was acting as such. So for a moment, in canon, Minato thought Masaki was proposing marriage to him. And he didn't say no. It actually feels like he was going to ask for time to think about it. Literally what the fuck. What the fuck.

#tsurune #tsurune kazemai koukou kyuudoubu #narumiya minato #takigawa masaki

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eashmo · 9 months

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 11 💋

-You Taste Devine-

Warnings: Smut!, fluff, and lots of angst. Billy forever being a soft Lil bean to y/n.

A/n: Sorry for not posting chapters. i was actually finally watching the show, also I've been distracted on watching the witcher for the first time as well, sooo yea. Also, sorry if ya'll don't have a daddy kink.

So the date seems short to me, because I wanted to write the smut more because I'm a hoe 🤣

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Rolling over onto my side, I wanted to face him to admire the curves of nose and jawline with my fingers, I want to constantly touch him somehow. Watching how his eyes flutter in his sleep as i touched him, touching his addicting lips, touching his hair that glowed in the morning sun. Thinking about prom and last night's activities, I was smiling like an idiot because of this man in front of me.

Suddenly, feeling his hand on my wrist, the grip was tight but not inflicting pain. He didn't say anything. He just kissed each of my fingers slowly, his eyes still closed.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" He says in a husky morning voice. opening his eyes.

My cheeks were getting red for being caught. He grins and leans in, watching intently. I lower my eyes, suddenly intimated by the strength of his gaze.

He reaches out, gently nudging my chin up. "Are you blushing?" He asks in a teasing light tone.

"I-i don't know what you mean," I insist weakly as a smile slowly spreads across his face. His thumbs move across my cheeks as he chuckles. Fully grinning as he held my face, i gasped a little at the rare sight. I always felt like I had saved the world in my past life to be able to witness that smile.

"Let me take you on a date tonight."

"Can we go to the skating rink?!"

He chuckles, "As you wish, princess." He leans into me once more, capturing his lips with mine.

Neither of us heard a car pulling up, keys jingling as the front door opening, or the footsteps coming up the stairs, nor my bedroom door opening.

"Y/n, dear, I thought I would – oh my!" hearing a familiar voice of my mom, I shoved Billy off of me, making him fall to the ground taking the comforter with him with a loud thud, wincing as I heard a groan of pain from him.

"Mom!" I tried to cover my naked body with other blankets.

"Hello, Mrs. y/l/n ,” Billy greets smoothly, finally standing up from his place on the floor, wrapping the comforter around his naked waist, taking my moms hand, and kissing it “You are far more beautiful in person than I could imagine” sincere, charming even, brimming with utmost confidence. She looks at me with a huge grin on her face. I rolled my eyes. “I'm Billy Hargrove, your daughter's boyfriend."

“It’s nice to finally meet you. You look just like how she described you, Billy,” my mom says with a big smile. “y/n has had a crush on you for a year. ”

“Oh really?” he asks, one eyebrow raised, looking at me amusedly.

"Also, please, call me y/m/n." She took one look at the boy standing awkwardly somewhat naked in her daughter's room. She noticed that his torso was severely bruised.

“Are you alright dear, did you get into a fight? She asked with concern, filling her voice as she pointed to his torso.

“Oh. I- i um.” he says, not able to tell the truth about how he got them.

Coughing. "Mom, you and dad came back early," I say, finally finding my voice. Distracting her from Billy.

"Oh, most of the meetings were canceled. We left for two days and got yourself a charming handsome boyfriend." She playfully scolded. My mom seemed to play off the ignored question.

Billy rubbed the back of his neck. He let out a boyish grin, and immediately, I knew he had just won over my mother.

“Um Mom, can you give us a second, please?”

“Of course honey, but later we need to have the talk about certain things” she says painting at my current state but right before she closes the door she gives me a thumbs up along with a wink.

“Christ.” I say as I flopped on my bed, covering my face with my hands.

“Well that went better than i expected” he chuckles, putting on his jeans, ignoring the shirt that was on the floor. He crawled over me and hovers over me, straddling my legs. I looked up through my fingers. He gently removes my hands from my face. Bending down to capture my lips.

“You're cute when you're embarrassed” he smirks.

Laughing “Oh fuck off hargrove”

Gingerly, my fingers touch his bruises, “I wish he didn't do this to you. If I meet him, I will kill him, I swear” I was getting pissed.

He chuckles a bit “jesus you are hot when you get pissed, but thank you for being my little protector”

I gave him a small smile “well someones gotta do it” pulling him down for a quick kiss , We finally came down the stairs fully dressed. “Ready to meet the father, big boy?” He stiffened immediately. Laughing “he's going to love you, i promise.”...... I hope so.

The meeting with my dad went smoother than i thought, dad took one look at Billy's scared face and immediately laughed while shaking his hand. “Welcome to the family, Billy, but no more sex under this roof ever again,” my dad scolded him. My eyes widen “thanks mom” i grumbled under my breath

“S-sorry sir” Billy gulps

“And you young lady from now on your are grounded."

" Can I at least go on a date tonight?" I pouted.

"OK, I'll let you off with a warning, just for tonight," he points at me with a semi Stern look.

“See i told you nothing to worry about” i teased as He slings an arm around me. “Yeah, your parents are fucking awesome, but not as awesome as you” he whispers in my ear.

Rolling my eyes “I love you, dork.”

“I love you too, nerd,” he grins.

*First date at skating rink*

“I’m totally gonna fall on my ass by the way. I never had luck with skates” I say to Billy as he laces up his own skates. We looked around the skating rink, watching as the people on the rink passed by.

“Well we can't let that happen now, can we?” He says with a smirk, leaning over to wrap an arm around me.

“Let me help you to the rink.” He says, taking hold of my shaky hands. I bite my lip and attempt to lift myself off of the bench. I immediately lose my footing upon fully standing up, falling into his arms. Billy lets out a hearty laugh, causing me to pout. “Asshole,” I mutter, placing my hands on his bicep for balance.

He chuckles “come on, bambi.” I stick my tongue at him with the nickname.

“I can't believe I suggested this for the first date. After all these years, I still can't skate.” I groaned in embarrassment.

“I think it's cute, especially because it gives me an excuse to hold you more,” he says.

He pulls me from the carpet onto the slippery, wooden floor of the rink. We start off slowly but gradually start going faster over time.

“Just ease into it, your tense baby.” he says, letting go to give me some freedom.

Immediately, i slipped and fell flat on my back. Billy stops immediately and goes to help me up.

“Nice one, y/l/n!” A group of girls snickered at me as they swerved by me. I flipped them off, hissing in pain as Billy lifted me up off of the floor.

“Well that went great.” we both say at the same time, both of us laughing.

I finally started to ease into it after several hours. It still isn't easy, Billy leads me around the rink, and I laugh as he does little tricks around me.

“How are you so good?” I whined when he was showing off again.

“My mother took me to skating rinks a lot when i was little. If i wasn't surfing, i was skating.”

“I would like to know more about her.”

“I will tell you soon,but now is not the time.” he sighs with a small frown.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” he smiles.

An announcement rings through the building, stating that the rink will be closing soon.

He took me over to the plastic bench, and he helped me sit down and undo my laces. “Baby, I’m not five, I know how to untie my shoelaces.” Billy chuckles, “I know princess…I just felt like doing it for you.”

“You’re so cheesy.” I tease. rolling his eyes. “Only for you.”

“Wanna do the photobooth before they close?” I say with puppy dog eyes.

“Anything for you.”

*car ride home also smut incoming*

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he drove. Something about him driving does things to me. his hand had started off holding my own, but it had slipped to my thigh, gripping it tight like he was reading my thoughts.

"Billy, do you mind going the long way home?" I asked. He chuckles lowly, moving his hand a little more up my thigh, causing my breath to hitch. "Gladly." he says, punching the gas pedal a little more.

It wasn't long before he was driving down an old, almost overgrown, dirt road to a small clearing passed the warehouses; He pulled over, he looked at me with dark, lustful eyes that made me wanna moan; he leans in, his hand still on my thigh, kissing me harsh and bruising, pulling me onto his lap, his grip moved to my hips, fingertips harsh and making me roll my hips. His addicting taste of strawberries and cigarettes made my head spin.

"D-Daddy," you mewled in his ear, grinding down on his lap.

He stops my grinding “what did you call me?”

“Daddy.” I said quietly that I was turning red with embarrassment sitting back in the passenger seat thinking I did something wrong.

With a smirk, he undid his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles; his cock rock hard, "What's the matter, kitten? Dont You want Daddy to fuck you?"

You bit your lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes, please.”

“Strip” he demands.

I stripped quickly at his command. “daddy.”

the growl that escaped his throat when i said that was primal, and without even any hesitation, he quickly puts me back on his lap, aiding me in lining myself up with him before he let out a loud groan when i fully sank down on him, gripping his shoulders as i began to rock and grind my hips.

"That's a good girl, You look so fucking good on top of me,fucking yourself on daddy's dick like a good fucking girl."

My lips were against his neck as I was begging for more, leaving bright hickeys everywhere whilst I tangled one hand in his hair, tugging it perfectly, his hands firmly on my hips, fingertips bruising my skin, losing ourselves in the ecstasy.

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm so close."

“Then cum baby girl.” he mercilessly played with my clit as he continued roughly pounding into me, I clenched around him, my juices covering him, he quickly pulled out and his thick cum covers the space in between us.

"Fuck, princess," he manages to say at last as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you cum." He licked his lips.

"Lie down in the backseat," his voice was low and gravelly, making you bite your lip in excitement. "Daddy wants to taste you.”

Lying down in the backseat, spreading my legs, watching in awe as he got between my thighs. moaning loudly and arching my back when he ran his tongue through my folds, slow and teasing at first, he made sure to keep his eyes trained on me, especially when he pushed two of his fingers inside of me, making me gasp from the overstimulation. the windows of the car had fogged up.

He crooked the fingers that were buried inside of me, making me let out an incredibly loud moan; clenching around his fingers I came for the second time my juices were eagerly licked up by him, he pulled away, licking his lips.

my legs were shaking, i was sure i couldn't move. "Baby, let me return the favor," I breathed out.

Chuckling, he shook his head “you don't have.”

“Please daddy let me.”

“Ok princess.” he smiles.

“I've never done this.” i say quietly

“It's ok, baby.”

He sat back when I got on my hands and knees on the seat. bending down, I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. He let out a loud growl when I put one of his balls into my mouth. swishing it around inside my mouth, then switched to the other one; He started breathing hard. I managed to put both his balls into my mouth at once. “ You are doing amazing, princess.” he grunts, I gingerly begin to stroke his cock. removing his balls from my mouth, licking his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Drenching his cock with my saliva. finally putting my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. slowly lowering my mouth over his entire cock, getting it deep inside my mouth as i could. grunting softly when I realized I couldn't get it all inside her mouth. slowly bobbing my head up and down on his lap. I could hear his breathing getting heavier.

“Fuck, are you sure you never done this before?” he grunts.

He began to buck his hips up and down; Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, driving him mad with desire. It was hard to really say anything back with my mouth filled up. I intended to milk him dry; looking up, I saw his eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were by his side. “I'm about to cum kitten.” he moans, shortly after he said that the explosion came.

The intensity and amount of cum was difficult to handle. letting his cum drip out onto his lap. His hot cum mixed with my saliva as I licked the tip of his shaft.

“H-how was that.”

“That was absolutely amazing, baby girl.” he says as he pulls me up to kiss my lips, tasting himself.

“I love you so much.” I whisper in his lips.

“I love you more than you think.”

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#Spotify #billy hargrove scenario #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove stranger things #stranger things billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #dacre montgomery

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Lmao I could not stop thinking about this all day like i absolutely need a oneshot like this😭😭😭.

I know Castin most likely not gonna be allowed near his wife during the birth of their child/children, but like if he was allowed he would be hella nervous throughout the process. I feel like he would be those husbands that would act like doctors (with no background or knowledge) telling his wife to push hard, not to stop, push in a certain position, telling them to calm down, lowkey lying saying that they're almost finished when they barely started😔. Mind you Castin is saying this with only good intentions only wanting to make sure that the baroness/Celica doesn't go through any complications, but boy does he annoy the hell out of her. At one point she stopped screaming and pushing only to silently turn her head to Castin and give him one of the most deadest glares he has ever received in his entire life time of living (in the room filled with nurses or doctors). 😂😂😂This would be the first time Castin has ever heard his wife say something so fowl and full of curses let alone be on the receiving end of it.

I'm sorry that I don't have time to write a oneshot now, but I can give you a scenario, Anon!

I imagine everyone who is important to the couple would be there during the birth: Lilia, Rhett, Isolde, Reyes, Dolion, and Rex would be waiting outside of the birthing room. The doctors, nurses and even Ezekiel are right there in the room to help assist the Baroness.

Castin would be pacing around, anxiety literally dripping off of him while the ladies snacked on and the men were trying to calm him down.

Lilia, carefully peeling an apple for them and the Baroness: Castin, sit your ass down before you give everyone a migraine. Oh! Excuse me, Your Majesty.

Queen Isolde: It's cool. I've heard worse from Rhett.

Rhett: Beloved -

Castin: Guys! Hello!? Why aren't y'all freaking out about this!? It's been hours since my wife went into labour!

Dolion: We know. We can read the time, brother.

Rex: Sarcasm won't help the Commander calm down, Dolion. Be more empathetic, please.

Castin: Guys!?

Rhett: Castin! Take a deep breath and sit down already! The Baroness is in good and, more importantly, CAPABLE hands. You panicking won't help -

The doors to the maternity room burst open. A very pissed-off-looking doctor stomps out, effectively silencing everyone.

Doctor: May I remind everyone that the Baroness now requires peace!? If none of you can keep it down, then I am forced to use my authority and banish all of you until further notice.

Castin, now super distressed: But...

That's when a scream broke out. One filled with pain. No one could stop him as Castin after that. Not even Rhett, for he rushes past the doctor and hurried to the Baroness' beside. Startling the nurses.

There, lying in bed with immense pain and sweating profusely is the entire reason why Castin's heart beats.

Castin, panicking now, oh boy: Babe! Babe, are you alright!?

The Baroness is now glaring at him: Yes, husband. I'm having that time of my fucking life!

Everyone in the room, including Castin, winces. But he's determined to help her in any way he can. He snatches a wet cloth from a startled nurse and carefully dabs his wife's face; not realising that he forgot to squeeze the damn thing and now her pillow and face are drenched with water.

The Baroness, furious now: CASTIN -

Castin: You're alright, babe. A-OK! Just try to breathe in more deeply and keep pushing!

An aggravated nurse: Commander, the head isn't even crowning yet! Please leave so we can -

Castin: Nah, nah, the sooner she pushes the better, right!? You're doing great! Hahaha! No need to panic! You want any water? Snacks? I can feed you!

The Baroness: Castin, get the fuck out of my room before I cut your balls out!

Cue the contractions again and this time, she screams louder than before. Rhett, Reyes, Dolion and Rex finally broke into the room to drag Castin away. NSDJKFNKJDSF WHAT A MESS!

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #headcanons #castin hammer #baroness (oc)

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caffeine-clouds · 1 year

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Me again! I think it goes without saying Sonic Frontiers had some great writing and fixed a lot of characters. Assuming the writing stays the same, who do you think should be the next character to have their personality fixed? I think Shadow!

Hello again anon! Oho! I absolutely agree with you there - I think Shadow needs some depth the most out of the cast right now. Silver is mostly fine - he just needs things to do, Rouge is pretty consistent - but each game will use a slider to determine how selfish or not selfish she is, and Blaze... yeah she's fine, just give her some damn screentime.

Shadow is the glaring, gaping hole that needs to be addressed. So in a world where I somehow snuck into SEGA headquarters and wrote Shadow's character for the next game - I wanted to say how I'd approach his character:

The less appealing way, to me, is to make him act back how he was in the 06 era. I LOVE 06 Shadow, he's my favourite Shadow - but that version of him is a far cry from the personality we've seen from him in the past decade. I wouldn't complain if this happened but I think there's a smarter way to go about this.

In much the same way as Tails was dealt with - I would achknowledge Shadow's portrayals in the latest games and comics - all his assholery, all of his fat ego in the way, and just not giving a damn about the people around him because SEGA decided he's not allowed to have friends now.

So take this asshole, and what do you do with him?

You humble him.

You get him a villain that just absolutely wrecks shop and kicks his shit in so hard that he's forced to rethink his life decisions. Let Shadow be confident entering in - like it's a rehash of Shadow vs. Infinite - but unlike with Infinite, this antagonist trumps him in every single way. This man's ego needs to be stripped the fuck down for any change in his character to happen.

He gets his ass beaten so hard that Sonic, Rouge, Omega or WHOEVER has to come save him, and they have to retreat

Cowards run, I win - Okay bitch, let me put you in a situation you're forced to run from. Is your outlook the same?

The game ensues with Shadow basically being hellbent on destroying this antagonist and trying to fall back into his old habits - but as the story goes on it becomes increasingly clearer that he needs the help of his allies.

Bonus points - I'd want a scene where Shadow's behaviour is actually called out by any of the prior characters, or hell - you want a callback? Let Amy do it - but I want a character to say to his face just how much of a nuisance he's been.

He learns to realise throughout the plot that those around him are not a burden - and are in fact very useful, he learns more about each of his peers - and sees that they all want to give him their friendship and that hey - kindness is kind of nice, actually. Maybe Shadow can admit to why he's been acting the way he has to Rouge and Omega - and finally recieve some damn consoling

I think of a fear of getting close to people is a viable explanation considering a certain blonde 12 year old. Shadow's moved on from tying himself to Maria's last dying wish - but it's undeniable that she and her death has impacted his psyche in many more ways. I hate to beat a dead horse but just as with Tails' recent cowardice in Forces - I did want to explain his turn in character.

In the end - he's able to defeat the villain with the help of his friends. He doesn't end the story with a completely different personality - not at all. On the other end, he's still got a large ego and he's our usual broody blunt man - but he's come out of the story with the realization that it's okay to be vulnerable and lean on others when he needs it. His strongest bonds are still with Rouge and Omega - and he makes the move to properly repair his relationship with them - officially forming Team Dark that will move forward together from now on.

Shadow isn't attached by the hip to them, per say - he has his independence streak, but now - he does actually have at least 2 friends that he works with frequently. But I hope his bond with the others would get to be strengthened as well. His relationship with Sonic is still complicated, but a little less hostile on Shadow's end now.

So yeah, SEGA decided Team Dark aren't a team anymore - so fuck it, I'll just make them a team a second time because I care too much.

Sorry I went on a tangeant because of your ask, anon! But this was really fun to explore. Thank you so much for the question :)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #shadow the hedgehog #sonic writing #sth #team dark

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junior-high-rui-official · 2 months

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// long post ahead. less explicit angst than usual but there is cyberbullying + workaholism involved. also Rui being on his gifted kid bs.

Rui lets out an exhausted sigh. After a certain point, everything became a blur. He remembers crying to his brother, remembers breaking down in front of Nene, and beyond that, everything's a blur... entering the hospital, vitals checked, some patronizing remarks, a nurse up his ass for a while...and finally, it was dark outside, and he could be left alone.

His head hurt. His feet hurt. His legs hurt. His stomach hurt. His chest- god, his fucking chest hurt.

He was relatively sure he was administered pain meds that were supposed to kick in soon, but evidently they hadn't yet. So...

He reaches for his phone to pass the time. He toggles on just about every screen filter - this wasn't good for his eyes, he knew, but he was in the hospital with a broken rib, he had worse things to worry about than some blue light.

He opens a social media app he forgot he had, he'd downloaded it only to follow a certain account that posted robotics materials, and never deleted it.

He scrolls.

And scrolls.

Mind drifting, eyes blurring out, this is just something he's doing with his hands at this point, he's not even retaining let alone looking at anything he sees-

until he happens upon a picture with a familiar face.

[Ah...that girl...]

[...yes, she's one of many that bothers me at school...]

He scrolls past the photo, but he stops.

[... I'm going to be stuck here for at least a week. In that time, my grades... Oh, and we had that big history project coming up...]

He scrolls back up, then clicks on the account. Scrolling through it, various selfies confirm this is in fact the person he thinks it is.

Several moments of hesitation, and he clicks the "message" button.

類: < hello >

[xxx]: < ??? >

[xxx]: < who tf lmao >

類: < it's kamishiro >

類: < we don't talk but you do know me >

[xxx]: < how tf did you find me on here >

[xxx]: < stalker shit tbh >

類:

類:

類: < more like a favor to ask? >

[xxx]: < bro what >

[xxx]: < we aren't friends im not doing shit for you >

[xxx]: < fucking weirdo >

類:

類: < you're the first person going to [school] I have contact with though >

類: < whether you know this or not i'm unsure but I've been hospitalized >

[xxx]: < LMAOAOAOAUDHDHSGXBJCHX >

[xxx]: < FOR REAL??? >

[xxx]: < why do you talk like a victorian orphan boy >

類:

[xxx]: < what the hell?? >

[xxx]: < fucking nerd >

[xxx]: < no lmao >

[xxx]: < go talk to your other fucking >

[xxx]: < weirdo friend or smth >

[xxx]: < why would you even think to message me. you're so fucking weird?? >

類: < mizuki's suspended >

類: < they wouldn't do it either way though >

類:

類: < blame the impulse on the pain meds >

[xxx]:

[xxx]: < we definitely don't want your wackass back here >

類: < if you bring me the assignments I'll do your homework for you this week as well ? >

類: < or your friends' >

類: < the hospital isn't far from school. it's not like they're going to fact check whether we're friends or not. you'll just have to say you're delivering me something >

[xxx]: < omfg >

[xxx]: < ok fine if it gets you to quit yapping >

[xxx]: < if you fuck up that homework though I'm not gonna be pleased >

類:

類: < thank you >

[xxx]: < yw i guess >

[xxx]: < now leave me alone >

Rui does exactly that, closing the app and shutting off his phone...as he tries and fails not to internalize his classmate's unsavory remarks, he lies his head down and lets tears fall once more.

#rooftop whispers #tw bullying #tw cyberbullying #tw hospital #← minor

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hey hello, sorry if this will be rude but wow your last post dude

hrt is NOT "like trying antidepressants" holy shit why are you spreading such an innacurate information

every hormonal medication doing fucked up shit, like don't you hear about all problems that cis women obtain after using oral contraception, for example? all health problems that tgirls get?

hrt is not like hell yeah give a shot and then just stop using it if it won't fit, nothing serious will get you i promise ;)

sorry again but as a trans on hrt MYSELF i'm a little confused by this attitude

my comparison to antidepressants was not in a literal medical sense. I meant HRT should be destigmatized and considered neutrally as a potential tool you can use that may or may not improve your health.

I very clearly say you should be fully informed of the risks.

I am not saying there are no permanent changes, I am saying you will not be immediately and completely transformed overnight like a werewolf and you can stop taking the medication at any point, assuming your hormone-producing bits have not been surgically removed. Obviously some changes can come quickly and it varies person to person. Obviously some changes can stick after you go off it. See again, informed of the risks.

I am on hormonal medication myself. I am aware of its physical and mental effects. I have tried dozens of other medications too. I have been fucked up by various meds in the past, including some long term side effects. I am disabled with complex medical problems, so believe me, I am familiar. However, in every case I weighed the risks and decided with my doctors to try them because I killed the gatekeeper of earning through suffering in my head and gave myself permission to try.

There's a huge transphobic narrative that HRT is unlike any other medication and should not follow that same process of informed consent, and that trans people should wait years and years agonizing lest they mutilate their bodies, and the sentiment of that post was intended to counter the internalization of that which causes many trans people to suffer for years thinking they're not trans enough to try medication, which most people picked up on.

It was not to give medical information on how HRT works, just to say that it is a process you can have some level of control over.

HRT very obviously has risks. I think everyone is well aware of that. Changes can obviously be permanent, but by and large they are gradual changes, not flipping a magical sex change switch.

I am not encouraging people to go try HRT for kicks and giggles without knowing the risks. I'm emphasizing that it's a personal decision that they should be empowered to make just like any other healthcare decision.

It takes years for a puberty to "complete." You know how people complain it's been months or years and they've barely seen any changes or still don't "pass" Going off low dose HRT after a few weeks or months most often doesn't mean you're forever gonna look like a man or a woman now, or that you can never try it again (in the case of informed consent access).

At a certain point, HRT kinda is just give it a shot and see if it fits. Not give it a shot if it passed your mind once or as a first step in exploring your gender, no one is saying that, but if you've been agonizing over whether you're allowed to try it, you should give yourself permission to explore the option. You have to pull the trigger eventually, which is what I'm saying, not to fire blindly. There will always be a degree of uncertainty with any medication until you see how it works for you and your body.

If it's something you want, you are informed of the risks and have accepted that your mileage may vary, and preferably have medical supervision for safety reasons (although I recognize that is a privilege for trans people in many places) you should give yourself permission to try it.

#my posts

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Hello, I hope this isn't too random/ rude, but I have a question. What's it like to be an illustrator without studying illustration in university? Do you think it's an obstacle or does it not matter at all? Do you wish you had studied it in school? I've been thinking about my future a lot and it's so difficult to find information about this field. Anyway I love your illustration work! I'd be happy to get any answer you wanna give me

It is not random or rude no worries, I'm happy to reply. (tho expect typos because english is not my first language and it's the end of the work day and i'm too tired to re read what i write)

Just a little context, the things I will say here are about my own experience as a woman that was born and raised in Chile, south america and born into a low income family.

So short answer is: it doesn't matter at all. You can have whatever profession and become and illustrator.

Longer answer: You must be strategic and be really passionate because there are a lot of things to be learned and sacrifices to be made to make things happen.

Hell, I haven't even "made it" myself yet, I am just at a more advanced point but I'm not like super economically comfortable or even known in the illustration community.

Anyways, I decided to study strategic design because i knew my context and i knew i needed a degree to be "someone" and advance in my life, however i'm also very stubborn and i'm the type of person who will follow her dreams and do whatever she wants! so it should be something that would give me tools for both my dreams and life itself (jobs and such)

If you're from a first world country you probably have the option to go to schools of animation or illustration that are pretty good and can get you faster on the industries you're interested. That was my dream to be honest i wanted to study animation, but here there aren't many (or any) really good schools that teach contemporary or entertaiment arts, it's all very old and around the "bellas artes" kind of thing. That wasn't my thing so if I'm going to get into debt to study I thought, hey at least design will give me tools that can help me read my goals and also get to know interesting people. so that's what i chose.

BUT in design you don't draw at all, I knew it, and I knew what my end goal was: being an illustrator. So from day one in university I was always trying to draw and put in illustrations into my projects. most of my teachers hated that i did that but i did it anyways. others were super cool about it and supported me, you just have to know why you do things and not care that much lol

I said something the other day on twitter (i'll add that at the end of this) that applies to this because in the end i knew i needed certain things to be "successful" or even getting into the scene:

I needed to be REALLY good at drawing, like having your style, something to say, having a wide range of habilities that would make people ccome to me when they wanted to say their stories

I needed to be very disciplined because i must find spaces when i'm not studying or working and drawing (for this, always drawing things you like is key lol)

i needed to be proactive and create my own projects and go to conventions and get past my anxiety and not having a mentor or guide.

network, this is the hardest for me but i realized networking didnt need to be a souless thing, in my case it just meant i tried my best to get to know my peers and other artists and be friendly even if we werent FRIENDS, if we're friendly and cool enough we will recommend each other for jobs.

YEAH so to do naother short answer: Yeah i wished i had had the opportunity to go to a cool school like calarts or gobelins etcetc but that wasnt my reality so no i do not regret my choice because it was the best in the context i was in, i wouldnt worry too much about it either because in the end even you've a degree but suckass at drawing or you're just not someone who knows what they need you to know you won't get hired.

and yes it is difficult, but i don't think anyone expects illustration and arts to be an easy career, i've had my breakdowns (manyyyy) and it's ok to do other things and expand your possibilities but it's also what i'm passionate and it has made me live things i wouldnt otherwise so no ragrets.

just be proactive, draw a lot, draw more, learn things that are useful for the specific field you're interested in (i'd say that choosing something to be your main focus helps, like children books story boarding etc, so you can create a good portfolio) and get in touch with people who work in these things you're interested, make friends, learn from them...

yeah! and good luck, it's all about that shonen protagonist mentality, never give up!!!

i hope this helps i know i'm a mess when writing these replies lol

#asks #long text #words

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