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Your favorite moments with your moots?
also i love the way you write it's just ✋🏻❤❤
skdjsk first of all ty skdjsskdjsk totally not blushing and giggling rn
@eternalgyu uhm its too copout to say every single moment w hannie is my favourite so instead im gonna say whenever we call :( we always end up giggling sm and making a bunch of new inside jokes and she does alpha male podcast impressions and i always throw things that im not supposed to and its just so healing idk KSDJKS I LOVE HANNIE SM GUYS I WOULD NOT BE HERE WITHOUT HER I SWEAR :(((
@blue-jisungs whenever we're texting and we realized we twinned again is hands down my favourite bcuz i end up giggling sm i love axe :( and we're on the same wavelength like all the time CAUSE I SWEAR WE'RE ALWAYS DOING THE SAME THINGS AND LIKE HOW???? we sent the same seungkwan gif at the same time, do the same things on the same days, write the same things, say the same things, etc etc etc LIKE I JUST LOVE IT SM (bonus: getting into new groups w axe/showing her new groups/her listening to me rant abt how much i love onf all the time)
@wheeboo we haven't talked too much lately bcuz she's a working lass 😓😓😓 LMFAO IM JOKING BUT my favourite moments w rania are when we call each other a bitch LMAO THAT SOUNDS SO BAD BUT SRSLY its whenever we're joking around and saying we hate each other but rly we don't bcuz the next moment we're proofreading each other's fics or writing fics for each other :((
@haecien my favourite moments w cien are whenever &team comes up bcuz its nostalgic and i miss the time when i was introducing cien to &team for the first time and watching him fall in love w harua in real time :( i miss getting ppl into new groups damn like its just so <333 i need to share all the nugu love istg
@candewlsy my favourite moments w mizu are when we're texting and she sends her mizu™️ memes they make me giggle sm sdkjkds and also her rbs!! bcuz she has the best rbs that always manage to make me giggle and cheer me up :(( i love writing fics for her too bcuz ik my writing can make her day a bit better and so i always find myself thinking of seo yul fics to write for her skdjks </3
@weird-bookworm i feel like i haven't properly talked to sky in so long cause she poofed for a while and i also fixed my sleep schedule which meant that i wasn't online when she was online a lot but i miss her and my favourite moments w her were def watching kdramas or trying to introduce her to new groups only for her to call me insane (ik im insane shhhh 🥸👹) hopefully i will pull her over to multistan hell soon 😍
@evalevaeva eva is insane tbh and when hannie and eva and i were talking a lot that was an insane era and def my favourite moments w eva 👹👹 i love hearing abt her auditions too i never say this but i think eva is rly rly talented and i hope she makes it like i better see her in sm soon next to sohee 👹👹👹👹👹 but overall she's just fun and she likes to bully me abt being the only riize writer but i will never stop 👹👹👹👹
i'm only doing these moots for now cause i feel like i'm closest to them rn BUT I LOVE ALL MY MOOTS IM SRY IF UR NOT HERE <//3 it might just be that we haven't talked in a while or we need to talk more so like pls message me im always here to talk <333
#zanna answers the inbox!!#anon ⌦ .｡.:*♡#i haven't done a moot game in a hot second#and its honestly bcuz ive just been so tired lmao im sorryyyyyy#i have some old ones rotting in my inbox lets see if i ever get to those
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Green! I've been wanting to ask you this for a few days, but I'm too shy. Today is the day. When did you start shipping Jason with Tim, and what dynamic do you like the most between the two of them? Also, how did you come up with the idea of taking advantage of the YJ series to write about them?
Have a nice week!
Ahhhhh! Oh my goodness, I am SO glad you woke up and decided today was the day! Seeing this message in my inbox gave me all the fuzzies and happy feelings🥺💕! But I also completely get it; there are so many cool people in this space that I want to send asks to, but I am also shy and have yet to. This may be the thing that encourages me to do so!
As for your first question, I actually found out about the JayTim ship in kind of a roundabout way. I've been a DC fan for many years (particularly the animated movies and shows) but never really thought more about the other universe-wide ships than a casual "oh, that's nice" for most of them. But then, a few years ago, I came across a stunning fanart that was actually JayDick (If you can believe it!!), and my thoughts were, "OH! That's nice!!👀" Insert many Google searches later, a foray into Tumblr, and my first experience getting into Fandom spaces, and that's where I found a fanart for JayTim, and let's say my mind just spasmed "ahdfdfdsfsdf," and I was sold.
As for "what" exactly sold me on their dynamic? It's funny because I am not usually an enemies-to-lovers fan (friends-to-lovers is much more my jam). But for Tim and Jason?? It just works. I also am a sucker for angst, and pining, and good old fashion snarky banter. But honestly? I think what really got me was the absolute "ride or die" way that they care about each other when depicted in fandom and even platonically in canon. I know "ride or die" could be applied to a lot of ships, but I think that these two would go to far more extraordinary lengths to protect each other than, say, some other characters (particularly those of whom are hindered by their moral code). Both of these characters are consistently shown to be greyer than not, but just go about it in completely different ways. I've always been more attached to gray characters in fiction, so when there are TWO of them? It's just the chef's kiss. TL;DR They are both just MESSY and yet competent AF and I love it.
But even with my attachment to them, I never considered writing fanfiction! I've only ever written original stories. I don't even know why I didn't consider it because I've loved reading fanfiction since I was as old enough to navigate a computer (a LONG time😅). But suddenly, a little over a year ago, I was re-watching all of Young Justice while simultaneously watching the new season, and BAM! Two very specific scenes came up in my head (One that has already been written about in Part 1 and another that has yet to be shown in Part 2), and I could just Not. Stop. Thinking. About. It. I'm serious. Those two scenes kept me awake at night, the brain rot was all consuming, and I got that feeling that all writers have felt a time or two where if they didn't jot it down in that moment, they'd just implode!!
So, of course my totally normal person response was to immediately sign up for AO3, outline an entire ~40-chapter story around those two scenes right down to the nitty-gritty details, and start uploading.
100K words later and here we are! The rest was history!!! I know this is probably WAY longer than you ever anticipated 🤣 but THANK YOU for asking me! I hope I didn't scare you away with the essay. I have just loved these characters, the JayTim fandom, and my first experience writing fanfiction so much, and all it takes is a little question for me to go on a gush about it!!
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(I'm very sorry if this topic has been brought up before)(also sorry for the typos and grammatical errors, my english is pretty bad)
Why is Mahoutokoro in HPHM villainized? Why is the book on the history of Mahoutokoro in the restricted section?! Did Mahoutokoro and Hogwarts have some beef and we don't know about it?(huh this is actually interesting, but JC would never do this)
Anyways, I think that it's very dumb that Mahoutokoro expels and arrests students who use any kind of dark magic.
"Oh what's that? You're an 11 year old who casted a harmless jinx to prank your classmates? YOU SHALL ROT IN THE PRISON OF AZKABAN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!"
Also if dark magic is in fact,banned, then the headmaster is a huge hypocrite since one of his favourite spells is an ancient and horrible curse that can kill thousands of people just like that! (Come to think of it, it's hilarious, hogwarts rewards students for tempering with ancient structures that free ancient curses in the school's halls and put everyone in mortal danger meanwhile mahoutokoro expels you for casting a curse)
It would make more sense if the student in question used ancient dark magic. WHAT IF ancient japanese magic is amongst the most mysteryous and sacred kind of magic, up there with african and indian magic! Ancient dark magic requires the soul of a human being or other superior magical entity (like a Qilin) in order to reach it's highest potential. It is the only kind of magic that can summon dark spirits from the Other Realm.
So, wizards with white robes were in fact murderers, actually worse than that since they used the soul of the victim for a dark purpose. The white robe was a warning to get away from the mage since they were capable to do horrible things for power.
Oh what's that? "capable of doing horrible things for power"? They sound like great puppets. They sound like the kind of people R would recruit.
So to answer Mrs. Bones's question in Kazuhiro's trial. Shiratori was expelled because he tried to summon an ancient evil spirit because R requested it. Who was murdered in his attempt to do that? You can decide that!
I have some more headcanons about Shiratori and R. If you wanna hear, let me know!
You know, I don't believe this subject has ever been brought up in my inbox, so this should be fun! (And please, no need to apologize aha, goodness knows I repeat myself a lot anyway.)
I'm not sure if Mahoutokoro is supposed to be vilified in HPHM. I can see how you got there, but I have to wonder if the book being restricted is really because Mahoutokoro is a sore or taboo subject. I think it's far more likely that there's information in that book that is considered worthy of being restricted, probably certain historical events, or references to particular types of magic. I'm not sure what, exactly. But I bet something happened in the school's history, not even necessarily of their own fault, that the staff have deemed the book shouldn't be available for anyone to just pick up and read. Like, even if Mahoutokoro is a subject that the teachers would prefer students not know about or ask about, I doubt it's because of any personal beef with the school itself. I mean, Hogwarts has a friendly relationship with Durmstrang for goodness' sakes. A school that teaches the Dark Arts, does not admit muggle-borns, and produced students like Gellert Grindelwald. If they'll invite a school like that to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, I doubt they're on bad terms with Mahoutokoro.
I'm equally unsure if Mahoutokoro is that strict when it comes to the Dark Arts. I don't necessarily mind that they have a zero tolerance policy for them - like, even if The Dark Arts can be used for noble reasons, that's not really what they're designed for, and if I was teaching children magic, I'd want to discourage them from that path as well...but the harshness of the punishments would still need to be relative to the harshness of the offense. In this case, it would depend a lot on their definition of what constitutes "dark magic. I think there's a difference between dueling magic and dark magic. Example, the stunning spell? I don't think that's Dark. I would hope Mahoutokoro doesn't interpret it as Dark either. I mean, do they have a Defense Against The Dark Arts class available, or some equivalent? Because you can't really teach that class without teaching combat magic.
Either way, I would assume and hope it's not as ludicrous as the example you provided. That they don't just throw eleven year olds out of their school for a bit of harmless sparring. I mean, even Hogwarts bans frivolous use of magic in the corridors, but nobody actually respects that rule, so it may just be that the system is theoretically strict as a deterrent, but in practice, the staff would only expel someone who deserved it. Actually, we know that a student who experiments with the Dark Arts doesn't just get expelled, they "turn white." So it may be down to an enchantment on their robes that activates automatically if they detect dark magic. Or maybe the spell is done manually after wrongdoing is discovered. We don't really know. I would question why Shiratori wears the robes everywhere if he can just take them off (and the question still remains how how this is in any way a punishment if you don't have to wear them constantly) but he may also be proud of what he's done.
It's interesting that you mention Protego Diabolica, because by all accounts, that spell itself is quite contradictory. It's a defensive spell, it acts as a kind of shield...only it's born of dark magic. A Dark spell...that has the primary function to be protective. That just seems kind of backwards, doesn't it? I can only imagine the complex level of spell-design that went into creating this one. I'd have to assume it's both a light spell and a dark spell at once - or else it's just living proof that a light hearted wizard can use The Dark Arts without corrupting themself, and a dark hearted wizard can do the opposite. I really wanna know more about Protego Diabolica, it's actually so damn fascinating if you stop to think about it.
Ancient Magic though, that's got me curious. Especially since we're apparently going to learn quite a bit about it during Hogwarts Legacy. Anytime a story applies worldbuilding and hints at a much more complex past, I just gobble it up. (The Owl House is like a feast for that kind of thing, if anyone reading this wants to check it out.) Actually, that makes a lot of sense given what we know about R and their interests! I wouldn't be surprised if the "Ancient Magic" is exactly what they're after! Maybe that's the kind of magic that fuels the Cursed Vaults? Japan, Africa, India, and I would also make a case for Brazil (and Castelobruxo) as being a hotspot for this kind of power. I also tend to be of the mind that the most powerful magic, light or dark, draws power from the soul.
Nice reference to the Qilin, by the way. I love those sweet little babies and I just want to hug them for the rest of time.
I agree with you and I think there's a difference between the mundane of The Dark Arts, and the more obscure stuff. Even the Unforgivables are infamous, they're probably some of the first things that budding Dark Wizards try. Crucio is baby's first torture, but if you really put the work in, and are willing to look far and wide for power - and do unspeakable, horrid things to obtain it - you can go beyond what one might call, "usual evil." Like say...making Horcruxes? Which, oh look at that, involves using and mutilating the soul. But could you imagine if there was a way to mutilate another person's soul? That would be even worse, right? Imagine if Shiratori didn't just murder someone to bring forth this evil spirit, he offered up their soul to the creature, and the person he sacrificed isn't dead - they're still existent in some kind of #AndNowIMustScream style of perpetual torture.
Then again, Shiratori doesn't strike me as the type of guy who'd have the stomach for that.
I so, so love your ideas and I truly hope you'll share more of your head-canons with me! I have a lot of fun talking about this with you.
#HPHM Analysis#Harry Potter Analysis#HPHM Theory#HPHM R#Kazuhiro Shiratori#Mahoutokoro#Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery#HPHM Spoilers
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Sorry to be doing this in your inbox, I don't really like doin this, you can ignore this if you want. Mentions of sexual abuse ahead.
I accidentally saw some tiktok screenshots of people reacting to Amber Heard's rape account, and they left me feeling so gross. All of them thought the story was not a big deal, or even hot. And let me clarify, I dont know mcuh about this case, I havent been following it because I dont care about celebrities so i have no idea whos guilty and whos not, or if both are. Dont even know if the rape story is true, but the fact that people are reacting this way, a story that is similar to things women have actually gone through... and some even said "I don't even follow this case", basically admiting that there wasnt even any sort of bias or knowledge of whether she might have been lying or not.
Its all so disheartening. But i guess it does make sense. Ive heard that men invade or lurk womens rape groups where they discuss their sexual abuse to masturbate to these girls traumatic tales. And i remember years ago stumbling upon this forum where people (both men and women) woould post articles of real rape histories as fap folder and would try to dig the most details of these stories they could find, and would try to find photos of the female víctims.
And i avoid reading comments on rape stories because ive even seen victim blaming comments on stories where the rape victim was a 10 year old girl.
I guess porn truly has rotted men brains, where they see violent, hateful "sex" as normal or kinky. And many girls grew up reading violent degenerate fanfiction, so they think these stories are sexy or whatever.
Like I dont know. Perhaps im exaggerating, and I should lighten up. i cant help but remember feminists saying that no woman wants to be raped in response to assholes who claimed some women did, even if she found the man to be desirable, but the girls stating ir would be hot if it was Johnny depp are kinda undoing all that work. And i wonder if men would find it so 'fun' if it was a man telling a story about getting raped with a broken bottle.
Sorry to be vomiting all these words in your inbox lol. Im calmer right now. Guess im a little sensitive because it males me upset about how little people care about prostitutes and porn actresses and im doubting there will ever be an end to these industries. Men don't care. Women don't care. The only people who really care are radfems, a portion of Christians (lets be honest, many "christians" don't give a fuck) and some conservative people. And even then, some still put most of the blame on the prostituted instead of on the ones who create the demand (if theres no demand, theres no offer, simple as).
And like I said, i have no idea about this case, i'm no a depp stan or heard stan so its not really about them, just how messed up people act towards rape ahhhh
It's okay anon, my ask will always be open and I really appreciate how you and many other will share your insight about things that matter to you💜
Best advice I would give you anon is to realize that shit on the internet ≠ reality.
Yes, porn culture is widespread. Yes, violence is glamorized. Yes, weirdos fap themselves over female trauma...... but please, PLEASE for the sake of your mental wellbeing, just know that these websites are nothing but a tiny window of this World. Delete your TikTok & Instagram account. Slow down on 4chan/lolcow/kiwifarm because they will transform you into a cynical doomer. Tumblr should be on thin freaking ice. None of this is the reality. The degenerates displaying their obscenities aren't the norm.
Porn culture is a reality but some men are waking up. Look up the #nofap #pornfree movement. Good things are happening.
Beside radfem, Depp wk, and misogynist clout chasers, nobody cares about this trial. Most people only see crazy rich people tearing each other up. This case isn't gonna change the treatment of abused women worldwide and I hate whitefem acting like it did - they just obsess over it bc they relate to Heard, their bisexual White queen and also because they consider themselves as the standard of feminism ("if it happens to US now we're gonna care about it"). Note they NEVER had so much energy when another A+ celebrity (Megan Thee Stallion) got victim of abuse and she too got shredded into piece by crazy people online.... These whitefem they didn't care. They didn't wrote these corny post whining about how much step back for feminism it was🐊😭 (bc "feminism" couldn't be represented by a Black female rapper, you know 🙃)
See anon? This is only a circus. This performance outrage only manage to exhaust us mentally and make us fall into a doomer mentality. Terminally online people antics being continuously commented by terminally online people. Each defending its own little Chapel while pretending being more virtuous than the others. No wonder you feel drained by it.
Don't let the internet circus affect your mood.
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leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.
word count — 1.3k.
genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.
contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.
description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.
author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.
“it’s late.”
you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.
“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.
you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.
you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.
“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.
“crazy for you.”
“corny.”
“you love me.”
a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—
“marry me.”
… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.
“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”
“is that a no?”
“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.
“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”
“try again later. when you’re really ready.”
the gag is, he is ready.
manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.
he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.
“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”
“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”
a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”
“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”
“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”
“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”
“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.
“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”
“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.
but the living must live.
“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”
manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.
“listen—”
“do you think i’m stupid?”
“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”
he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.
“how do you think i should do it?”
“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”
“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.
i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”
draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.
“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”
the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.
he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.
“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”
manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.
“... how do i tell y/n that?”
“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.
“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’
“i was waiting for you.”
he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.
“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”
you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”
now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.
without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’
“yes?”
“yes, i’ll marry you.”
manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”
“forevermore.”
“forever yours.”
#tokyo revengers x reader#mikey x reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers imagines#mikey imagines#🌧 — cloudwrites.#bro i love mikey sm please
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Like Father, Like Daughter [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]
Summary: A 4 a.m. fiasco in which your newborn daughter wakes up the entire Lord homestead.
Word Count: 2800>
Rating: PG
Warnings: none! Tooth rotting fluff. Just a newborn baby that won’t settle, a big brother who wants to protect his younger sibling at all costs, and pure familial love. ALSO LADY LORD THE CAT MAKES A RETURN… She's the real trouble maker of the family.
Author’s note: This is SO self indulgent. I cannot stress that enough. I was clearing out my ask inbox and one of the most common requests I get is a) more Lord family and b) more Soft!Max... so here we are.
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No matter what, she just didn’t settle. It was three in the morning and you’d put her back down to bed only twenty minutes ago. Just as you managed to close your eyes and feel yourself begin to fall back to sleep, her cries erupted once more and echoed throughout the house. You had no idea how Maxwell could sleep through it. He was a heavy sleeper, and although he made you promise to wake him when you needed him to take over with the newborn, you couldn’t bear to. He was so busy with work and his career, the last thing he needed was to be up all night with little Aurora.
In practically every way possible, Aurora Lorenzano was like her father. It was funny, really. She was only three weeks old but you could already see the same mannerisms in her, that you did Max. She made a habit of shaking her fists or pointing her little tiny finger at you when she wanted something. She was loud, always wanting to make her voice heard. Her big brown eyes sparkled like starlight and you always wondered how you managed to create something so beautiful. She was a product of you and Maxwell and you swore that you had never loved anything as much as you loved her.
You rolled over and groaned into your pillow as you heard her scream with anguish. You were exhausted, and completely at a loss. You’d held her, fed her, changed her diaper -- what more could she want? You couldn’t remember the last time you got more than an hours worth of sleep, and even then it was broken up into intervals. You looked over at Max who was sleeping next to you, his chest rising and falling with every soft breath he took. And you envied him. This was ridiculous. Just for once you wanted to sleep. Just once.
“Max,” you said, prodding your index finger into his bicep. He didn’t move an inch. “Max,” you said again, a little louder this time, but even Aurora’s wails were overpowering the sound of your voice. You said his name a few more times but he didn’t even stir.
You sighed, climbing on top of your boyfriend and straddling his hips. You leaned over him and clasped his cheeks, squeezing them together. “Maxwell Lord!” you shouted in his face, and watched as his eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. His sudden movement knocked you backwards slightly but you couldn’t help but laugh at the way you had shocked him into waking up.
“What the hell are you doing?” He hissed, rubbing his tired eyes and shooting you a joking glare. “Why are you on top of me?” His gaze flicked from your face, down to your body, and his confused glance turning into something a little more sultry. He snaked his arms around your waist and gave your hip a playful squeeze. “You do know Aurora is crying, don’t you?” he quizzed, with an eyebrow quirked. You had to hold back from punching him.
“I know she’s crying, dumbass,” you spat back, rolling off Max and dramatically throwing the pillow over your face. “Please, please can you check on her? She’s fine. I know she’s fine. I’ve checked on her five times already tonight. But she just-- she won’t stop-- and I don’t--”
Sensing the way you were getting worked up, Max tore the pillow from your face and shushed you. He pressed a soft yet chaste kiss to your forehead. “Say no more, I’m on it.” he whispered, rolling out of bed.
You watched Max grab his robe and shuffle into his slippers as he padded out of your shared bedroom. Well, you were awake now. You sighed and closed your eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could earn a few more hours of deserved sleep.
Maxwell flicked on the amber night light in Aurora’s nursery, the dim embers burning bright enough to force Max adjust his eyesight in the darkness. “Hey hey baby girl,” he cooed, rubbing his tired eyes again and running a hand through his dark blonde hair. He peered over the side of the crib and his heart ached when he caught sight of his daughter, all snotty and teary eyed. “What are you crying for, huh? Why is my little princess crying?” he asked Aurora, using his thumb to wipe away some of her tears. She sniffled slightly, her eyes fixating on her father. “Tell daddy what’s wrong, and I promise you I’ll fix it. What do you need, hm?”
You could hear Maxwell talking to Aurora, ever so faintly. His voice always soothed you, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise to find it settling her as well. You smiled to yourself, counting your blessings. You had gotten so lucky with your little family.
Aurora made grabby fists and reached out to Maxwell, her big eyes glimmering with desire.
“Oh,” Maxwell hummed, catching her message almost immediately. He reached into the crib and picked up Aurora, nursing her in his warm arms. “You wanted to be held by daddy. Well, why didn’t you just say so?”
Aurora scowled and Max pinched her cheek. “Listen to me, my little princess. Your mommy does everything in her power to take care of you and protect you. We love you so much, but, you keep her awake all night. So let’s make a deal, okay Aurora? Let’s agree that from now on, you only wake up mommy once a night. If that. Can you do that for me?”
Aurora’s scowl deepened and she furrowed her eyebrows together.
“Don’t pull faces at me, young lady,” Maxwell chastised. Aurora’s face softened and she squeezed Max’s thumb. He couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, good. I knew you’d understand. See, me and you are on the same wavelength. We get each other.”
Aurora’s lips curled into a smile that matched her father’s, and Max continued to smooth out her hair. You had overheard that part of the conversation, and you wished that you could’ve only been there to witness the interaction. Maxwell made a habit of talking ‘business’ with Aurora. It was funny, but in a strange way, it was like she understood him.
Now that the crying had stopped, you figured you could at least try and fall asleep.
“Daddy?”
Maxwell crooked his head slightly and looked over at the nursery door, where his six year old son, Alistair was standing. “Hey buddy,” Maxwell said quietly, ushering Alistair to come over. “Why are you awake?”
“Aurora was crying,” Alistair mumbled, dragging his comfort blanket and one of his soft toys further into the nursery. “I brought her my comforter and my Ewok.”
“Your what--?” Maxwell asked, furrowing his eyebrows together.
“My Ewok.” Alistair repeated, offering no further explanation.
“Well Ali, that’s very thoughtful. Why don’t you put your… Ewok in her crib, and pass me your comforter. We can wrap her in it,” Maxwell instructed, and Alistair obliged. “Why don’t you wrap the blanket around her, hm? But be careful.”
Max lifted up Aurora ever so slightly so Alistair could fit the blanket around her tiny body. “I think she likes it.” Alistair grinned, completely chuffed with himself, and Max nodded his head in affirmation.
“She does,” he smiled, squeezing his son’s shoulder so he knew that his father was proud. “Now she knows her big brother will always look out for her.”
“I will daddy, I promise.”
The two boys spent a few minutes in comfortable silence, gushing and fussing over Aurora.
“Why was sissy crying? Is she alright?” Alistair pondered out loud, the concern clear in his voice.
“Yeah, of course, she’s fine. Look, sometimes we just need to be held. We just need to know that there’s someone out there watching over us. And that everything will be okay.” Max said softly, tracing his finger along Aurora’s delicate face. Alistair stayed quiet for a moment as he took in his father’s words. That feeling resonated with Alistair all too well. He knew what it felt like to yearn for the attention of a parent. And Maxwell understood it too. He had an awful relationship with his own father, which is why he swore to be the absolute best for his son and daughter. “Ali, could you do me a favour?” Max questioned, eventually breaking the silence.
“Yes.”
“Could you quietly go check on mommy and see if she’s sleeping?”
Alistair nodded and tip-toed out of the nursery and into your bedroom. Low and behold, you were finally sleeping. Alistair got a little too close to you, and pushed your hair out of your face so he could check to see if your eyes were closed. His brash movement (even though he’d tried his hardest to be gentle) woke you up. Alistair gasped when he saw what he’d done and smacked his hand over his mouth in disbelief.
“Oh no, were you asleep?” Alistair questioned, his dark eyes going wide. You yawned and nodded your head. “Did I wake you?”
You offered him a tired smile and pulled him into the bed so he could curl up next to you. “It’s okay Ali. Did Aurora wake you up too?”
“Yeah.” Alistair mumbled tiredly, nuzzling into your chest for comfort. He was immediately put at ease in your arms.
He’d never had a relationship like this with his biological mother, no matter how much he’d wished for it. But now he finally had you. You loved Alistair like he was your own blood and you treated him as your own since day one. You loved him unconditionally, just as much as you loved Aurora. Alistair was so thankful to have someone like you in his life and your bond with him was unbreakable. Maybe wishes could come true.
“She’s a little trouble maker.” you yawned and Alistair stifled a giggle.
“Like daddy.” he muttered and you grinned.
“Exactly. Just like daddy.”
After a few intimate moments alone with Aurora, Maxwell stood up. She’d settled down a lot and had even fallen asleep in his arms. Max didn’t want to put her down to bed though, at least, not yet.
Maybe he could bring her to bed. That would be nice.
Cradling Aurora, he carefully stood up from the oak wood rocking chair and padded out of the nursery, only to hear a series of thumping footsteps venture up the stairs.
Oh no.
The jingle of her pretty pink collar was unmistakable, as the fluffy white cat, Lady Lord, came bouncing up the staircase. She purred and circled around Max’s feet, rubbing her soft cheeks over his legs.
“What do you want?” Maxwell asked, glaring down at the kitty.
Lady just looked up at him and meow’ed, her blue eyes wide and awake. If she wanted anything, it was to be fed. She loved her biscuits.
“Lady, it’s almost four in the morning. You’ll have to wait until breakfast.”
She meow’ed again, this time louder, and followed Max by his heels as he walked along the corridor.
“I don’t care, Lady,” Max sighed. “We fed you before we went to bed and you’ll get something in a few hours. I’m not feeding you now.”
Maxwell swore this cat was like having a third child.
Lady wailed and raced past Maxwell once she sensed he was heading to his bedroom. Lady Lord jumped onto the bottom of the bed, by your feet, and curled up. She looked like a snowball.
You smiled to yourself as you heard Max approach. He tilted his head and frowned when he entered the bedroom and noticed you were still awake. His frown deepened when he saw that Alistair was laying next to you.
“I thought he’d gone to bed,” Max confessed, gently passing you Aurora so you could hold her while he discarded his slippers and robe. You smoothed out Alistair’s dark hair and watched him as he slept peacefully by your side. “And why are you still awake?” Max questioned.
“I was listening to the conversation you were having with your business associate-- I mean, your daughter.” you joked and Maxwell rolled his eyes, sliding under the covers. He took Aurora from your arms so he could nurse her again.
“She gets me.” Max assured you and you had to stifle back a laugh. You leaned your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder and looked down at the newborn.
“That’s great honey, but if her first words end up being ‘Life is good, but it can be better’, I’ll not be happy.” you quipped and Maxwell smirked.
In this precise moment, Maxwell swore that he had never been happier. He spent much of his life believing money and materials would satisfy him, but he was still left with an empty, gaping hole in his heart. He always wanted more, he wanted to try and somehow fill that void, but he just didn’t know what to look for. He was never searching for love, and yet you still found him. And you filled that hole in his heart. You completed him, and made him into a better man. He could never fault you for that, and he’d always be grateful for everything you did for him. Everyday that was spent with you and his growing family was a day well spent.
If he could change one thing, it would be that he realised this sooner. But you taught him that he shouldn’t regret anything. Yes, he had made mistakes, but so does everyone, and that doesn’t make him any less of a person. What inspired you the most about Max was that he consistently worked on himself and tried to better himself for his family. And you saw his progress every single day.
“Do you want me to take Ali to bed?” Max asked, kissing your shoulder softly.
“No, he’s fine here,” you replied quietly, feeling the utmost contentment with your family being by your side. “This bed can easily fit five people.” you acknowledged.
Maxwell’s eyes went comically wide at your comment. “Five?!” he wheezed, and you pointed your finger down towards the edge of the bed where Lady was sleeping. Max hadn't even noticed her joining. Clearly, it was a family event, at 4am in his bed. “She follows me everywhere!” Max exclaimed incredulously, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck. Lady opened her eyes and glanced up at Max, recognising the mention of her.
“She loves you.” you cooed.
“She’s annoying.” Maxwell frowned, but you knew, deep down, he adored that cat. He had never been an animal person, and he wouldn’t have adopted Lady if it wasn’t for you, but he truly did love her. She was loyal and compassionate and despite the trail of cat hairs she left all over his three piece power suits, he wouldn’t trade her for the world.
“And you love her too.” you corrected him.
Max sighed and shook his head in defeat before returning to his previous statement. “You know, this bed might actually be able to fit more than five people. Maybe six. Or seven…” he trailed off, his free hand caressing your thigh as he sized up the double king-sized bed.
He wasn’t subtle. You could read him like an open book. You knew exactly what he was implying.
Your jaw dropped and you looked up at him with wide eyes. Max’s smirk only grew upon seeing your reaction. “Wait… are you saying we can get more cats?!”
And just like that, his smirk fell from his lips. “I--”
“Oh my gosh Maxie!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him. Maxwell blinked as he tried to process what just happened.
“I didn’t mean--”
“How long had you been planning this?” Teasing Max Lord might have been one of your most favourite hobbies. If only you could snap a photo of his face at this very moment.
He said your name, slowly and looked slightly disconcerted.
You grinned and cupped his cheek. “I know,” you laughed. “I know what you meant.”
A brief silence filled the room.
“I do like cats…” Max told you eventually. You leaned over him and turned off his bedside lamp.
“Mhm…” you mumbled, rolling over so you were snuggling into him. He was still on his back, nursing Aurora.
“I’m just saying…” he trailed off, staring at the ceiling. “I think we’re pretty good at this parenting thing. And I like… having kids with you…”
You smiled in the darkness.
“Go to sleep Maxie.” you whispered.
“I just think--”
“Go to sleep.” you giggled, and you felt him press a kiss into your hair.
“Goodnight,” he uttered. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Hi! I really love your writing, and I was wondering if you could write a story about Grogu interacting with mother!Reader, preferably from Grogu’s perspective? I love and simp for Din as much as the next horny life form, but I also have the instictinual need to mother and baby Grogu every time I see him on screen 🥺 Thank you!!!
Title: Little Cold Fingers
Pairing: None intended. (Maybe there could be a hint of Din Djarin x OC if you squint?)
Wordcount: ~1200
Rating: PG
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, AU (because the Razor Crest lives, damnit), blink-and-you’ll-miss-it bittersweet introspection
Author’s Notes: Thank you for the ask, @zeuswasaslut! I hope you enjoy this! Grogu muses about the woman he sees as his mother. :D
Feel free to send in asks or requests! My inbox is open.
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It was so cold.
Colder than anything he had ever known before. Even when he had been locked up with the Bad People, his little fingers and toes had never hurt from the cold like this before. For hours, white fluff had been piling up against the sides of the Big Noisy – Razor Crest, as Baba called the ship – while wind howled and screamed. The metal walls protecting them muffled most of the noise, but his ears still hurt when the wind grew shrill.
Grogu felt a familiar tickling in his nose and sneezed, tucking his face into his elbow. Just like Bu taught him to avoid spreading germs.
His cold ears lifted as Bu came into the room.
“Are you cold, little one?” she asked in her sweet voice.
He trilled at her, hoping she would understand his annoyance as he lifted his arms to her. Two very warm arms scooped him up. Grogu clung to the front of her shirt as she settled him into her warm, fluffy vest, buttoning it up until only his face and ears were poking out over the top.
“There we go,” she said, her voice a little bit muffled. “Better?”
He let out a cheeeep. Much better.
This is how he preferred being carried. This place right next to Bu’s heart was warm and secure. He could also watch everything that was going on. And maybe steal some bites of whatever Bu was eating or drinking. Bu went to the cabinet and grabbed her little basket of sewing supplies. Then she put his old pants down on the table.
How did she always find the holes in his clothes so quickly? He watched as she snipped off a piece of khaki thread and threaded it through the needle. She sewed the patch on quickly, her needle flashing in the dim light as it worked in and out of the fabric. She started to sing quietly. He knew this song and his ears perked up.
He tried singing with her, but his mouth couldn’t form the mouth noises right. So, he just made it up as he went along. Her happiness bubbled up like the fizzy water she bought in town, or maybe like those pretty yellow flowers they had picked a long time ago.
He started to giggle, unable to hold back his glee as the little flecks of Bu’s joy alighted on his upturned face like sunshine. Then Bu started to laugh along with him, and they shared their little butterfly kisses of joy until he couldn’t breathe and he forgot what song they were singing.
“One day, you’ll sing along with me,” Bu said, and he felt a flash of sadness, because that heavy presence in his chest told him that they weren’t going to have much longer together. He pushed it away. No matter how short their time together was, he would love every moment of it, and keep the memories near his heart.
“There we go,” she said, holding up his pants. “I wish I could get you some new ones, but…not this time, I think. Maybe next month. I should be able to sell some of my embroidery at the market. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
He cooed.
All that mattered to him was that she fixed them. Their family didn’t have much, but they were happy. He was happy, and that was all he cared about after so many years with the Bad People. No matter how many holes he accidentally put into his clothes, Bu always patched them up. Even if they ate the same thing over and over, his tummy was always full. (Having a full tummy never stopped him from hunting his favorite snacks, even if the wriggly ones made Bu scream a bit.)
Suddenly, the big door in the back of the ship sank down, letting a gust of ice-cold wind and snow into the ship. Grogu immediately felt a rush of pure elation fill him as Baba climbed up the long ramp, dragging a big bag behind himself. The bag was full of something but it was empty, the kind of emptiness Grogu knew not to ask about. Baba threw the bag into the Forbidden Room and locked the door. Then he came closer.
Grogu reached out with one hand and squeezed Baba’s icy fingers.
“Hey, kid,” he said. “Being good?”
Always.
He chirped and pulled his arm back into the safe, warm cocoon inside Bu’s vest. He sneezed. This time, he wasn’t able to cover his face in time, so he wiped his face with his sleeve. Icky.
“Is it still too cold?” Baba asked, and Grogu could feel his concern. It was prickly and sharp and made his nose tickle. He didn’t like it that much. Bu nodded.
“I think the heating coils have gone out again,” she responded. “I couldn’t figure it out from the cockpit.”
“Kriff,” Baba sighed. “I’ll get us out of here. Then I’ll see what I can do for repairs, alright? Keep him warm.”
“Aye,” Bu says, “Hear that, Grogu? You get to hang out with me for a little longer.”
He had no problem staying here where it was warm. Bu shivered. Grogu could feel her discomfort, and he grumbled to himself, tugging at Baba with that warm feeling in his chest. Baba paused. He reached up and unpinned his cloak. Then he draped it around them, nestling it around her shoulders.
“Keep that until I can get this icebox warmed up,” Baba said. “And you. Ask before doing that again. Remember what we said about privacy?”
Grogu chirped sheepishly and nodded. He did forget about that rule a lot. Good thing Baba never got angry with him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up into Baba’s hand as he rubbed his ears. The Bad People pinched him a lot but his buire never hurt him. It made him feel very happy and safe.
Baba reached up and pinned the material into place, draping it around his head. Grogu relaxed as Baba went to the ladder. He wanted his ball, but he wanted to stay here more than he wanted his toy. He tilted his head back, noting the big smile on Bu’s face. He chirped. Maybe one day Baba would take his big shiny hat off for Bu.
Grogu yawned and wiped at his eyes. Then he pulled his head in and wriggled around until he was facing Bu. He felt her button up the vest around his head and it got nice and dark. Just what his eyes needed for a quick nap.
Even though he had only known his Baba and his Bu for just a few months, he had never felt this safe and happy before. He knew this was where his home was and where he was going to stay.
With those thoughts out of the way, Grogu drifted off, imagining all the wonderful, tasty food his Bu would make for him tonight.
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Just give me Fuyuhiko, the baby needs some love.
GUESS WHO'S BACK
BACK AGAIN
Me beech, ayo wassup- :D
I!! Love!! Fuyuhiko!! I saw this in our inbox while I was on break and went "✨SNATCH✨" because I adore him to bits. He's like- my favorite character in the series and I- I simp for him so much- no words can describe how much I love him. I genuinely couldn't wait to write this because I constantly have Fuyuhiko brain rot, so get ready for me to ramble. I have like- a lot of ideas so this may be a bit unorganized or all over the place. This one's for my fellow Fuyuhiko simps!!
A bit of a warning for a curse word or two. This is Fuyu afterall-
Hope you enjoy this, my buttercup!
- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺
Fluffy Fuyuhiko HCs!
AYO time for me to simp-
I feel like he's someone who needs time to get used to physical affection, but when he does get used to it, he genuinely craves and adores it.
Because I would imagine he's extremely touch-starved. I mean, his childhood consisted of him almost dying because of his parents' fighting, so I wouldn't think that they were very affectionate or loving towards him or Natsumi.
Like- like sometimes, when he wants cuddles, but you're busy or something, he just clings to you. Doesn't say a word, and if you point it out, he denies it.
"Fuyu, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about."
While you literally can't move because he's holding onto you.
If he was a cat he’d be one of those cats that deliberately sits on your keyboard and doesn’t move until you give him head scratches or something.
I also like to imagine that Fuyuhiko has freckles on his shoulders and arms, maybe a few on his hands.
Why? Freckles are cute damMIT-
And when you're cuddling, you're constantly tracing your fingers over his freckles, like you're trying to count them. Whether it be caressing his face or his shoulders, he just- melts on the spot. It's really sweet to him, even if he'll never admit it.
I also think he’s easy to gross out, but by like... Regularly gross things, I guess?
Like my guy sees a dead body and turns a blind eye but if you blow a spitball at him he’s freaking out over it.
“eW IS THAT A SPITBALL?! HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU-”
He has big mom friend energy and nobody can change my mind. I can see Nagito constantly getting paper cuts and Fuyuhiko always having bandages on him because of that.
Or fixing Kaz’s clothes because he always looks disheveled in some way, to the point of Kazuichi not even questioning it anymore after a while.
But he’ll act like he’s annoyed. You know, he’s gotta keep his tough persona. Even if he’s genuinely worried for his dumb friends.
Anyways stan mom friend Fuyu-
Back to the relationship stuff sorry for going off track um-
He always blushes whenever you kiss. Whether it be your first or millionth kiss, he's bright pink.
And at first his kisses were very gentle, mostly because he held himself back a lot. He was afraid he'll hurt you, but with time and reassurance, he became a lot more passionate.
Also sQUISH HIS CHEEKS, PLEASE.
They're so soft and hdbddh🥺💕
*mod rantaro simping noises*
He may try to bat your hands away and get embarrassed, but it's all worth it.
And he? Doesn't hate it?? He actually thinks it's lowkey cute???
But again, mr boss baby over here would never admit it.
I’m sorry but my cat keeps batting my goddamn face with his tail like sIR CAN YOU STOP
If you call him handsome he malfunctions.
Like ok he's used to being called cute and yet barely handles it- you tell him he's handsome and his brain goes "MARRIAGE RN💍🧎🏼♂️" because it's just?? So domestic and precious and he just goes soft??? Mans ready to give you a ring, gIVE HIM YOUR FINGIE-
Fuyuhiko honestly hates the fact that he’s actually SO cheesy.
He just wants a warm, loving relationship that will last forever. He wants to get married, grow old with you, maybe have kids if you’re up for it. But if you don’t want human babies, animal babies are fine too!
Speaking of animal babies, cats gravitate towards him for some reason. It’s like he’s a cat magnet. If you ever go to a cat cafe the kitties will just be all over him and completely ignore everyone else.
Me too random cats I put in here, me too
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t smother them or go out of his way to pet them. Who knows-
He really likes to sleep in with you, or just stay in bed all day.
You’re so warm... He just wants to be in your arms.
Please kiss the scar on his eye by the way. He may or may not tear up a little.
Even with you knowing what he’s done in the past, you still adore him, and always will. And he can’t thank you enough for that.
Also, lowkey won't admit he likes being the little spoon. The feeling of being protected and cared for by the one you love most, it's just,,, heaven to him,,
Totally not me just projecting because I wanna hold him um
He buys you a lot of stuff. I would imagine that before you started dating, he would always give you something on Valentine's Day and then brush it off as him "not wanting to hear you complain about not getting anything all day".
If you got him something in return he's extremely flustered, but says something along the lines of ",,, not like I wanted any of this stupid shit from you but ok" while on the inside he's just "GEHDGDJDBDN🥺💕💗💘💝💓💕🥺💗💘"
Don't let his tsundere self fool you, he is literally the definition of whipped.
*chav accent* AYO LUVS✋😩 Been a while, huh? I'm still not in tippy-top shape but I'm doing... Relatively ok! I'm glad to be back though, I missed you all a bunch!
Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3
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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ OIKAWA TOORU & SUNA RINTAROU WITH A SISTER WHO HAS FLINGS & LIKES DATING DIFFERENT GUYS ! ❞
✎ . . . hiya! can i request headcanons for oikawa and suna with a sister that likes dating different guys like flings or something?? thank u
❝ ― submitted by @nonnie <33 ❞
-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ oikawa tooru & suna rintarou <3
-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.
⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.
[ ♡ ] phew, this is one of my KINDA old requests, kinda because they're nothing compared to literal months old asks rotting in my inbox. came back to my drafts and saw this sitting there unfinished so why not complete it before oikawa's birthday? ( don't worry i have another oikawa thing in my drafts & it's a LONG one. )
OIKAWA TOORU.
➜ okay, hear me out, oikawa is actually not for having relationships left and right. i feel like he's the type that would have ocassional flings and flirst every now and then but, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW DEDICATED THIS MANS IS WITH VOLLEYBALL?
➜ he ain't got time for that i'm sorry honey
➜ and no, oikawa, you weren't the one that broke up with her stfu and SIT DOWN
➜ unlike you, that would constantly have those cash cash money flings with many guys coming home to your house
➜ y'know ,, just to study <3
➜ like calm yer tits ma'am😳✋
➜ I'M JOKING YOU CAN DATE WHENEVER AND WHOEVER YOU WANT LIKE THE ROYALTY U ARE
➜ probably makes them go away with the AMOUNT OF BLACKMAIL MATERIAL HE HAS ON YOU KAJJSJXJXJD
➜ as i said in my general big bro headcanons, he knows that 1626 crushes you had, so mans is ALWAYS updated with your love life💅
➜ knows probably knows of them since he's so popular
➜ would never let you change your wallpaper of the two of you together with that rubbish you call your one week boyfriend UNTIL he knows that the man you're replacing him would be someone you'll marry
➜ would INTERROGATE every guy that comes into the house
➜ bombard them with questions
“what are your intentions with my sister?”
“ yohoo, do you wanna know what happened about the last guy that broke my sister's heart? <3 ”
➜ youtube title be like : i almost killed my sister's ex?!? 😈😱😵 [ NOT CLICKBATE. ] [ STORY TIME. ]
“ i know your address pretty boy ”
➜ you probably won't get privacy with them, because he's always up your bussiness
➜ definitely would 10/10 crash your date in your bedroom that he knows MIGHT escalate to something else😀 with iwaizumi and his beefy arms 🙈 just to make sure that the guy won't try anything that might lead him to having iwa's lovely ,,, hot ,,, and beefy ,,, arms around his neck and ascend to heaven
➜ once the guy passes his interrigation, he'd let you guys go to your bedroom IF you would only open your door.
➜ no frisky bussiness please, thx xoxo
➜ would purposely practice his serves when he's near them because he'z that bitch ok
➜ gotta show them who's BOSS y'know?
➜ if he's in the mood to break some boys' heart, he'd help you prank them while he's the one texting them while you guys just laugh your assess out
➜ izaaa prankk🙈
➜ but he only does that to the fuck boys that he KNOWS just wants to get in your pants
➜ honestly i could see him prank them and send a dick pick from WHEREVER HE FOUND IT, and send it to them telling them you're actually a guy HAHAHSHS
➜ 😭😭
➜ would 9/10 of the time have u end up being blocked😭✨
➜ uh but in a serious topic tho
➜ as much as he loves you, he'll never hesitate to tell you that you're in the wrong IF you start just leading the boys on
➜ like ?? I LOVE HIM.
➜ he doesn't like you to be hurt but that also doesn't give you the excuse of hurting others
➜ UGh lit RALLY GRAND KING !! 👑
➜ but in the end of the day, he doesn't want you to get hurt the most. he doesn't care if you're having these flings but PLEASE don't date anyone that you know that could break your heart because honestly? it'll also break his
SUNA RINTAROU.
➜ rarely comes out of his room whenever you got your one of "boy toys" in the house, as he would like to call them
➜ doesn't go out of his room but whenever he does and sees the current boy you were with, he'd LOOK SO INTIMIDATING WHILE HE LOWKEY SIDE-EYES HIM ABAJAJJAJH
➜ the shade suna omg
➜ probably has a lot to say about your exes and flings but doesn't actually say them
➜ your flings/exes probably knows he doesn't like them
➜ best case scenario is that he doesn't care about them
➜ would never EVER let them come to ur ungodly trips to mcdonalds
➜ sorry i dont make the rules
➜ suna does
➜ he just thinks that trips to mcdonald are one of your guys' most sacred ritual that not even your parents could come with y'all
➜ doesn't like it when you text your current fling while y'all are having quality sibling bonding
➜ and by quality sibling bonding, he meant going to mcdonalds or any opened fast-food resturaunt at 2 am <3
➜ just like oikawa, i could REALLY REALLY SEE THIS BOY DO PRANKS TO FUCKBOYS THAT GAVE YOU THEIR NUMBER
➜ like no really, look at me in the eye and say that this mf won't do that
➜ 👁👁
➜ unlike oikawa though, he doesn't um,,, really care of those that aren't people he hold dearly close to his heart
➜ and to take out all the sugarcoated words i said, i meant that he doesn't give two shits if you go on flings after another since you ARE allowed to experiment with your dating life; who's he to tell you off y'know??
➜ BUT !! mans isn't a cold-hearted stone-cold bitch, so he does subtly tell you that being a two-timer is just,,,, not the move and actually purposely hurting people's feelings
➜ he's a good guys sometimes ok
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**this start is basically just your Ly slowly losing it over Idia**
There are times where I question whether or not spending all my gems over GM Idia was a good idea or not— then I see you cry over FG Leona (I'm sorry for your loss) and I suck it up and become very grateful. Plus, I'm still not over that illustration!!!! — I don't think I'll ever be HXYCHFUVFDHFYCG
Help, I started adoring ignihyde because of how attached I am of Ortho, then I saw how Idia cherishes his brother so much and how he's willing to do almost everything for him and I just—😭😭😭 As someone who also does and feels the same way, I immediately became attached. Anyways, here I am now, crying over the Shroud brothers and maybe possibly highly likely internally screaming over Idia AGSYFUDRHB (as I was typing this the image of him in his STYX uniform just flashed in my mind and now—)
**end of whatever that was hfyxjsfjjfdc**
Great to hear that you've finished that report! Even if you procrastinated til the last minute, at least it's done, no? Now, togther, let's try to do better in managing our activities and try to avoid doing the same mistake again. Don't worry about being that awkward person when it comes to taking care of their s/o, because same. So!! This can be the start of us learning how to care for one another 😌😌😌
And I'm also very happy to inform you that I'm doing even better than last time! I think I'm finally getting used to things and I'm now able to properly manage my time as opposed to before (err, I actually did nothing productive this entire day because I convinced myself that this is my "break," hoping it wouldn't backfire). Hopefully things will go your way as well! I will personally have a chat with life and demand they let you be relaxed if I could because you deserve it 😤😤❤️
KAVDJWVAIVSID I'M ALWAYS SO VERY HAPPY WHEN I HEAR FROM YOU!! (no matter what it is, just seeing you on my dashboard makes me feel happy!! Like?? That's Sem! And she's cool and awesome and I get to call her my beloved! who's Idia Shroud anyway? ew /j)
😭😭❤️ I no longer remember where I was originally going with this ask and it's become quite lengthy so I'll just end it before it starts to lose even more sense. Please accept this final kiss to thee ( ˘ ³˘)♡♡♡
-Ly <3
M-My Ly 😳 THE COMMENT ABOUT YOU LOSING IT OVER IDIA COMPLETELY FLEW OVER MY HEAD NOW IM JUST GONNA THINK ABOUT MY LY FOR THE REST OF LIFE BYE
What’s done is already done so don’t dwell on that my love 😌 GM IDIA IS DEFINITELY WORTH IT YES TAKE MY INCIDENT WITH FG LEONA AS A REMINDER TO NEVER EVER LET GO OF AN OPPORTUNITY (not that I ever had one, mf I hadn’t even met twst back then why do they have to release FG so early 💔)
“(I’m sorry for your loss)” MADE ME CRACK UP PLEASEKSUDGWMCLSKFKWF THAT WAS SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON 😭😭
GM Idia card was really on another level…now imagine his dorm SSR 😳
Yup, the Shroud brothers’ bond would really make the most heartless bitch go (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) THAT STYX UNIFORM WAS THE SHIT IDK WHY PEOPLE ARE SAYING ITS UGLY MAYBE ITS MY TASTE BUT HE LOOKS GOOD IDC IDC AND HIM BEING ALL PROFESSIONAL AND SHIT GRRRR TAKING OVER FAMILY TINGZ GRRRRRR BARK BARK
Ly would do almost everything for a person? That made me love you more you’re so kind and sweet 🥺 but make sure you’re looking after yourself as well okay~? I know that’s my job, but you still gotta do it yourself in case I’m not there 😌
**I would love to hear more about your screaming and rotting so don’t hesitate to jump into my inbox okie hehehe**
Yup, I’ve finally finished it!! There’s still some fixing needed to be done after it was checked though so 💔 but yes let’s grow old together and learn to manage life a little better <3 we can help each other out <3
AAAA IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!!! This was answered so late I’m so sorry ಥ_ಥ but I’m really glad that you took the day off to have a break! Rest is very much needed and just as important as other tasks!
Aaa but since this was answered late </3 I’m wondering if you’re still doing okay? I hope you are! I haven’t heard from you after answering your most recently sent asks so…I’m getting a little worried tbh ಥ_ಥ
I’m doing fine! Thank you so much 😳 I too, shall personally have a chat with life if it ever made it too harsh for you 😤 nobody messes with my Ly 😡🔪
I FEEL THE SAME LOVE WHENEVER I SEE YOUR ASK I ALWAYS GET GIDDY AND HAPPY BECAUSE I LOVE SEEING YOU TALK AND HOW YOURE DOING ETC ETC I JUST LOVE YOU IN GENERAL EXCUSE ME FOR BEING TOO MUCH
I’m far from cool and awesome I’m just a simp for a person named Ly ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ YES YOU GET TO CALL MY YOUR BELOVED PLEASE NEVER STOP CALLING ME THAT I LOVE YOU ARF WHO’S LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ANYWAY
No worries, bby <3 I genuinely don’t mind if your ask doesn’t have a specific reason, I could listen to you talk all day! And I’d still have hearts in my eyes because I adore you so so much <3 you can send me 4k long rambles and I’d still listen with all ears 😚 kisses accepted! Sending them back~
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Do you have one with crippling depression yet? Like they stop eating, stop moving, always nearing tears but bottles them up, becomes emotionally numb, not really finding the joy in life in anyway? There’s nothing physical that caused it, it’s just isolation, loneliness, or guilty memories catching up with you. I’m uh, not doing so good right now and your writing is a really good pick-me-up. Can you write it? Please? It’s fine if it’s too triggering, I can understand. Have a good day, or night.
My inbox is always open my dude, and im more than thankfull for your words
(this will be about a merc and a S/O, hmu if you meant about team dynamics)
You are poetry,
stay safe & hydratated
tw: depression
Scout: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ not the most emotional mature of the mercs; even himself admits that he is pretty immature even for his age (early 20s), but this doesn’t means he doesn’t have empathy or that he doesn’t care about his S/O. He sees you suffering and he is big time worried. He tries to motivate you, drag you out of your bed and do something fun or at least go and buy some food. He will get annoying but he can’t just sit there and watch you rot. He is a hands-on guy, he might not understand why you are acting up like this, but at the same time he doesnt know how he can approach you. He will try to hug you tighter and bring you food and water, his shoulders can be a pillow for you to cry all day and night long and his hands are there to wipe off the tears from your face. He hates seeing his bby sad and would give half his Tom Jones memorabilia for you to wake up one day and be your old, happier self ♥
Soldier: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ although his social skills are in scarcity, he isnt a traitor. He sees his S/O down ( mentally) and it pains him to an unimaginable extent to see you so unmotivated . He doesn't understand why are you sad, what has happened? Did that crazy Kraut touched you? who he needs to snap the neck? He hates seeing you like this. Will be stubborn, just because he doesnt understand something it doesnt mean he can't find a way around. In the end, he will push you enough to actually break down and explain everything that has happened. For the first time in years hes just silent, he broke the dam and he is beyond ashamed of making you break down like this. He doesn't what to do so for now he will hold you as tight as he can and promise in America and whatever is holy and pure in him that he will help you untill you are again okay. ♥
Pyro: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ they know that you are sadder than before and they can see you points of view. They themselves know that life sometimes just sucks and that its okay not to want to eat or leave your bed. But they are also afraid that whatever is plaguing you it will become worse and worse and they really don’t want to see you hurting yourself like they once did. They try helping you do simple things, drink a glass of water, play a bit with their stuffed animals, theyll help you brush your hair or wash your face. They know they baby you, but they think you need a bit more of some more smootches or cuddles. If they see you worsening or being even less active they will drag you their pillowfort and just try to keep you as close them while chanting sweet nothings and sad mumbles, please don’t loose yourself like they did. ♥
Engie: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ he might be a cruel, cold man when hes on the field, but in reallity he is the cinnamon roll meme( he is a cinnamon roll and he might kill you tho but he is mostly a cinammon roll). He knows also that work and his projects take a really big amount of his time so he already feels very guilty. I doubt he has any humanitarian doctorates, but he has an above average understanding of human psychology; whats the point of trying to emulate life when you cant understand it?He knows he can't address it straightforward, but he needs to get you over this slump before you do something really stupid. Que him cleaning up his workshop and carrying you there bridal style. He has a small nest of pillows and blankets and right next to it his trusted guitar.You have the whole night and the day after to spend it together and get in the bottom of the barrel. Itll be hectic but he is a very patient man and loves ya to bits ♥
Demo: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ lowkey one of the mercs with the most expierence with depression/ depressive episodes. For once in his life he doesnt drink and tries to find the rute of the problem, if there is of course or its just pent up anger and frustation with things that have happened in your life now or in the present. In simple, you will talk. For hours if needed. He wont drink a sip becausehe doesnt want to forget even the stupidest detail from your venting. In the end, he will offer you to drink but he will drag you out of the base/ house and make you sit in the front porch/ garden while he has set up some “ festive” fireworks ( just some small ones that erupt and turn into hearts) . He isnt the ideal psychological perfection, but if you chosed the scottish cyclops for your mate, then he shall go to the man and back just to see you smile one more time. ♥
Heavy: ˜”*°•.˜”*°• he has seen depression and has experienced it himself. It was way too traumatic for a young man to have to support a family without a father figure around. I highly headcanon him to have deppresion hence the sandwich, hes bingining while staying in the battlefield. He doesnt care about the language barrier, in order for the both of you to be as close as you are know, it means you understand eachother to a satysfying extent. He will cook you a very hearty meal and bring it to your bed with a tray and sweet tea. You can eat in silence with him simply staying by your side and rub your back, words can’t potray how he feels right now. Once you finished hell put the dishes outside and simply cuddle you ( being the least cuddly of the mercs, it means a lot). You can nap, cry, trace patterns on his sculp anything really. All his life the main cause of depression was the anarchy surrounding his life, he needs you to feel protected. He doesn’tcare how much time it will take, but he will rip the mountains apart to seeyou smile out of genuine happiness, might even cry if he is the cause. •°*”˜.•°*”˜
Medic: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ the most medically, again qualified from the group. so he has at least that covered. He isn’t stupid, you show clear signs of cronic clinical depression ( also known as manic depression) and although it has been a long while before finding a patient to lobotomize, hed be damned if he ever butchered you up like that. He is a healer, even if enjoys his enemies to hurt a little more than they should, and a healer is here to help both the body and the mind. Will persuade you into getting under medication, even if he knows theyll have little to no effecthe just hopes the placebo effect will motivate you. He tries to mix your routine with his, ex. he wakes up really early when you finnaly after hours of insomnia fell asleep, hell tuck you in and kiss your forehead. Throughout the day hell send Scout or Heavy to bring you food or water or your medications. Pyro will be by your doorstep or you side, to keep you company during the day. At night he will carry you to the medbay and do all the talking for you if you dont feel like talking, he will listen to all of your venting. Lowkey will sit you on his lap so he can rub your back and let you cry/ just sit there, to feel his heardbeat on your face and relax. ♥
Sniper: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 , 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 , 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤 ( 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘚/𝘖 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵( 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 , 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 0/10 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸. ♥
Spy: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ actually he isn’t that mentally mature as much as he strives to be. He has very unhealthy copying mechanisms, he fucks and smokes his torments away, but he also knows different people have different copying mechanism and he cant judge how people seek comfort. He doesnt know how to help yo, he really does but he doesnt know. He is nervous but he will probably suggest you two take a vacation away, together. He has planned it all fancy and nice, and pretty much has scanned the whole place/ area/resort you are staying and having “ friends” around. He doesnt care if you just stay all day in the resorts pool and just chill around drinking pina coladas. In the middle of your vacations, he will take you to a more secluded area and will open up about his issues , not about your relationship but about him as a person. He has many issues and he is a very difficult person to be around, so you haveto know he will never judge you. But he also doesnt know how to help you. This will make you hug him and you two can finnaly have a good, well-earned cry. Kiss him on the nose or on his head and tell him how much all this means to you and he will cry you a river and hold you till the dayhe dies, how can someone so late in his life means so, just so damn much? ♥
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i’m so excited your inbox is open!!😁😁can i request an arthur x fem!reader where he’s insisting he’s “an ugly, old outlaw” and all that bs and she gets really emotional and gives this speech on how handsome (adorable) and loyal and caring he is? basically just tooth-rotting fluff😊😊love your work!!🤍
I hope I ticked all the boxes for this one, lol. But it definitely turned out very fluffy (which is good, because I live for fluff! They are my favorite to write, especially with Arthur). Enjoy!
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You stand on the edge of Horseshoe Overlook, repeater in hand, waiting for an improbable attack. Of course, you can’t be entirely sure there won’t be one. Arthur mentioned a couple days ago running into some Pinkertons while he was out fishing with Jack. Something tells you that if they found this place, they’d have no problems marching in.
An hour later, the sun’s beginning its slow descent into the sky and you hear something: a horse coming down the path. Just as you lean around a tree to see who it is, Arthur comes into view.
“Oh hey, Arthur!” you say excitedly. Not only does he carry heavy weight in camp, he’s one of the nicest men you’ve ever met (despite being an outlaw), and he’s also the man you’re in love with. You haven’t had the courage to tell him this, the thought alone terrifies you.
He gives you an adorable “gun” finger salute as he trots past, but you notice his eyes don’t crinkle the way they do when he smiles, almost like he’s faking it. He goes on towards the camp and you follow him, wondering if something’s wrong.
When you get to camp, you ask Karen to take guard duty for now, explaining you’ll make up for it later. She accepts, saying you owe her a whiskey, to which you agree. Arthur dismounts his horse, feeding her a treat. You hear him say, “rest now, girl. You did good.” God, he’s so cute the way he talks to his horse.
He continues on towards his tent and young Jack crosses his path as he walks. “Hiya, Uncle Arthur!”
“Hey there, Jack. You keepin’ safe?” Arthur’s been worried about him ever since he ran into the Pinkertons. Of course, Arthur’s always been protective.
“Yeah.”
“You still reading with Hosea?”
“Yeah! He read me a story about a prince! I did a page all by myself!”
“That’s excellent, son! Good for you!”
Jack skips off and Arthur continues on towards his tented wagon, his shoulders rolling as he walks. You melt at the exchange he had with Jack. He is the most adorable, gentle man you’ve met. How is it that he’s a wanted man?
Arthur shuffles around his wagon a bit, adjusting some things on his little table. Then he grabs the flaps of the canvas and pulls them down, clearly wanting some privacy.
Silently, you go over to his tent and peak in. The sight breaks your heart. He’s sitting on the cot, hunched over, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his thighs. You can tell he’s upset about something.
“Mr. Morgan?” you ask.
He looks up and clears his face. “Oh, hey there, Y/N. What can I do for ya?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to check on you. I was… I guess worried. You okay?”
He smiles a little, huffing a bit. “Oh I’m doin’ just fine.”
You can tell he’s lying, and you’re nervous to stay any longer. It’s clear he wants to be alone. However, you swallow your fear and walk into the tent.
“Can I ask what’s wrong, Mr. Morgan? Whenever I have something weighing heavy on my mind, I find it’s helpful to tell someone.”
“Oh trust me, no one wants to hear about my problems. I’m just… just a sad, miserable ol’ outlaw.”
Your heart feels like it’s going to break. How can he think such awful things about himself when every time you see him, he’s doing something good to those around him? Bringing Mary-Beth a pen, reading stories to Jack, giving that one-armed man in Valentine money. Every time you’re with him, he proves the exact opposite of what he’s saying now.
“You… don’t really think that’s true, do you, Mr. Morgan?”
“Oh trust me, I ain’t sayin’ bad enough about myself. I’m… a no-good killer, a fighter. And uh, just a bad man.”
A tear slides down your cheek and you go sit down next to him. “Mr. Morgan, forgive me, but that’s not what I see. Every time you’re around, I see you helping folk, making people smile. I see you doing too much good to believe that a bad man is all you are.”
“You don’t know me very well, Y/N. Hell, you only been with us a few months. Wait a few years, you’ll be sayin’ somethin’ different.”
“I don’t think so. If anything, I’ll probably be sayin’ even nicer things about you. And honestly, Mr. Morgan, I’ve never lied to you. I ain’t startin’ now.”
“Trust me, you won’t. No one does, everyone who spends any length of time with me knows how horrible I am.”
“I’ve spent plenty of time with you,” you say. “I don’t think you’re horrible. Sure, you’ve made some bad choices, but who hasn’t? I… I’ve made choices that I regret too. But you can’t look at the world with people split in two based on good and bad. People are complicated. You’re complicated. That’s how the world is, and you ain’t doin’ yourself any favors by seeing it that way.”
He sighs heavily, looking away from you. He doesn’t speak for a few moments and when he finally does open his mouth, you’re sure he’s about to tell you to leave him alone.
“To be honest, Y/N, I really am a bad man. The only thing I’m good for is fightin’. All I ever been good at.”
“Mr. Morgan, can I ask who told you this?”
“No one told me, Y/N. I… I always known. And the other night, robbin’ that train full o’ city folk. Well, I robbed and beaten plenty of people before, they was really no different. But… I was over near Strawberry earlier. Some guy challenged me to a race. Guess he just bought a new horse, wanted to show off. Anyways, ol’ Artemis and I gave him a run for his money. I won, of course.” He scratches his chin. “When that other bastard got there, he was real angry. So angry he shot his horse in the head, so I shot him. Don’t quite know why I did neither. When…. When I shot him, I realized I felt nothin’. Not joy, not regret. Just nothin’.”
“Maybe because there was nothing to feel, Mr. Morgan. After all, a man who can so easily shoot his new horse he was so proud of moments ago cannot be much of a man at all. Perhaps… perhaps you killing him was a good thing.”
“How do you mean?” he asks. He finally turns to you, his blue eyes searching yours.
“Well, if he can so easily shoot a horse in that fashion, something tells me he doesn’t know how to rein in his anger, that he lets it get the better of him. Who knows? Maybe he was constantly hurting his wife or kids if he had them. Maybe you killing them will send them relief, freedom. That’s the way I have to see the world, Mr. Morgan, that our bad deeds have a positive effect somewhere in the world.”
Arthur grunts a bit. “Maybe. But… but I’m still nothin’ more than a fighter.”
“No you’re not. Forgive me, Mr. Morgan, but I’ve been watching you probably more than you think. You’re a good man, a wanderer, a hunter. An artist too I bet.”
“How do you figure that?” He cocks his eyebrow a bit, staring at you from the side of his eye. Part of you thinks he’s on the verge of smiling, which encourages you.
“I’ve seen you sitting on the edge of camp, writing and doodling in that journal of yours. John told me Dutch taught the two of you to draw, but it didn’t take with him.”
“Hmm, a lot of things didn’t take with that boy.”
You giggle, but don’t really want to lead this conversation into a heated discussion about John Marston and his flaws. “I bet you’re good though. Could… I mean, would you hate me for asking if I could see your drawings?”
You are extremely doubtful that he’d give you that privilege. After all, you and Mary-Beth talked about journaling and she mentioned how Arthur is notorious for it, but how no one has ever seen the inside of his. However, Arthur surprises you by sighing heavily and taking his journal out. He flips through it quickly, finding a page that has a drawing of a large wolf on it. He hands you the book, though he seems nervous.
Gently, you take it from him and inspect the drawing. It’s beautiful, professional even. You can so easily see the textures of the wolf’s fur, the bristles of the pines behind it. It’d be impossible to not admire the strokes put down, each one with their own intention and purpose.
“Mr. Morgan, this is incredible. I knew you were an artist, but I didn’t think you were this good.”
“Oh nonsense. Anyone can draw like this. Hell, I bet you ain’t that bad of an artist yourself.”
It’s your turn to raise your brow. “You wanna bet? Give me your pencil.”
He hands it to you and, in the lower right corner, you draw a small version of his wolf, which is far more than laughable. You’ve never been very good at drawing, but even this version is pathetic. After a few minutes, you hand him back his journal.
“There. Now your wolf has a badly deformed companion.”
Arthur takes one look at it and then he lets out a laugh. “I like it,” he says after a moment, his eyes meeting yours. This time, his eyes crinkle.
You can’t help but giggle. “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Morgan.”
Still grinning, he straightens up a bit. “Why you always callin’ me Mr. Morgan? You can call me Arthur on occasion, you know.”
“Oh I… I know,” you say, looking down at your lap, your cheeks burning. “I… I don’t know why I do.”
He admires your features for a moment. Arthur knows you’re sweet on him. He clued into it pretty quick when he first asked you to call him by his first name weeks ago and you refused. Then he heard Tilly and Mary-Beth joking about how they knew. He also noticed you did things for him no one else did: bringing him coffee in the morning, offering to clean his guns, how he was the only person you asked to teach you how to play poker and black jack. Other small things you did only for him. It didn’t take long for him to realize he felt something for you too.
He finds your behavior now endearing and you’ve helped cheer him up immensely. He grabs your hand and lifts it, placing a soft kiss to the back of it, which causes you to look up at him.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he says.
You’re blushing hard again. “You’re welcome. Arthur.”
Just as he’s about to lean over to try and place a kiss to your lips, Grimshaw’s shrill voice carries across camp.
“Where the hell is Y/N?! That damn girl, always disappearing! I swear when I find her…”
“Shit,” you say and quickly yank your hands out of Arthur’s grasp and then darting outside to subdue Grimshaw.
Arthur chuckles, his heart much lighter than it was before. He looks down at his journal, finding your poor rendition of a wolf. Little do you know that it brings him great comfort and always will. In the future, when things go bad, he opens to this page just to look at it, to remember the things you said. It’s a moment he’ll never be able to forget.
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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card!
(Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. Green deltas are for requested prompts, which is none rn, as my inbox is empty.)
Sleep deprivation, written by someone who doesn't like being sleep-deprived.
This was a request I didn't expect to get, considering it's been literal months since I've gotten one (and longer since I've actually delivered on one... Sorry again, Hubert anon). Thanks for it, Nonnie! I hope you like what I'm delivering haha.
We're in the last 5th of the card, which is insane considering it took me a year to complete my first. I've recently gone back to it because wowie kazoowie it's fandom frenzy season again and SwSh has hit full-force with "I want to see more whump of these characters and I'm sure as hell gonna provide it". Nonie's alternatives made me wanna write stuff about Milo now, ah.
As to the story itself, I decided to make it kinda angsty because what's the point of writing Bede if it ain't to write angst about this guy being abandoned twice and a half? It's a slight canon divergence on what actually happened, but y'know, fanfiction has this cool thing that is "ignoring canon if it starts being inconvenient to me".
Also there's Opal because I love this fairy grandma with an obsession for pink and not wanting to be told she's 88-year-old. Hell yeah.
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Journey Without a Destination
Summary: Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing to see when you are on a journey with no end.
Without a point to his life and without a place to stay, Bede journeys day and night, finding some sort of refuge from himself in a forced spell of insomnia.
Fandom: Pokémon Sword & Shield (spoilers for up to the 6th Gym, slight canon divergence)
Wordcount: 1.6K words
Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo
AO3 version available here.
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Keep going, keep going, for there’s nothing to see here.
Pointlessly wandering around the Wild Area, he has nowhere to go and nothing better to do than train and train until something happens or the sweet release of death arrives. There’s nobody for him to get back to, nothing for him to do, and no objective left for him to fulfil. Simply put, he’s stranded, alone with himself, with no Wishing Stars to collect and no Gym Challenge to complete now that he’s been stripped down from his endorsement and thrown away like mere garbage.
Nothing tastes the same, now. There is no pleasure in training when he knows he won’t be able to enter a stadium ever again, no spice to finding new creatures and see if they possibly match his team’s theme. There’s absolutely nothing but bitterness on his mind and salt to be spilled over the wounds he can’t be bothered to patch up, since there’s also no point in railing himself back up again.
And he supposes that’s his fault, in the end.
It’d be easier to blame Gloria and all of her little friends; but as much as he’d like to believe that, it’s not the case and he knows it. She happened to be there, her and that redhaired pigtail woman that’s apparently making research on… whatever she’s making a research on. Thing is, Gloria wasn’t the one who went to get the Chairman, wasn’t the one who called on him: she was merely standing there, contemplating whatever ugly doodle some kid had left on that crumbling wall. That somehow upsets him even more.
There’s also very much no point to mentally ramble about that now. What’s done is done: he’s been disowned, left to rot, with nowhere to go and nothing to accomplish. He’s, by all means, useless and nothing more than a waste of oxygen and resources; and yet he can’t bring himself to just vanish. It’s like he wants to suffer just because disappearing now would make the people who betrayed him right and his only wish, right now, is to either get back at them or regain their trust. He’s not sure whether or not he’d even get affection back (or if he even got “affection” in the first place back there. Not like he’s had much of a model to base himself off).
So, he’s been walking around, avoiding human interaction, with his sole source of social anything being his party. At least, as long as they’re his Pokemon, they won’t abandon him, right? Yeah. They’re always going to be together, between a rock and a hard place. Too bad they don’t seem to be able to tell him about their opinion on the matters at hand, because their telepathic abilities haven’t developed enough yet for that as far as he knows. Man, he wishes he’d be able to talk to them and get an answer instead of just throwing move names at them when he has to fight against the wild population and the couple Trainers dumb enough to fight him.
He still wrecks through their teams, but it has none of the flavour it used to have, and it ultimately only buys him some more money to spend on whatever he needs to continue fighting. Fighting for what other than futureless survival, he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know.
As such he’s been walking for days and days, seeing the same stones and weeds all the time, unaware of how long has actually gone buy. He has no ingredients to make curry for his team or himself, resorting to eating whatever he can manage to get his hands on, never settling camps because staying immobile means possibly dying out without having been able to avenge himself. If he stops, he may never resume his journey without a destination; so he never stops, always tries to keep himself busy, even if it means having as sole distractions his own breathing, the faraway cries from the creatures inhabiting the land and whatever the weather decides to throw at him while his team rests. Can’t fight for your life if you have nobody to fight alongside with.
(Pokemon are the only living beings that haven’t left him anyway).
He’s tired. His feet hurt as soon as he takes a step forward or backward, tired of being pushed around when they have nowhere to go and nowhere to rest at. His hands hurt from the cold and almost-frostbite he develops when he crosses across the snowy areas, when he has to gather the balls of his fainted partners whenever he gets assaulted by something bigger than any of them are, tired of having to move and hold things when none of them have meaning or weight to bring to the table. His head hurts from the lack of rest and the tears he can’t always keep to himself, upsetting the Pokemon who haven’t fainted just yet.
Yet, even if he piles on fatigue like he’d put on clothes during the harsh winters, he refuses to sleep. It’d be letting his guard down from dangers coming from both the outside and the inside. It’d be being vulnerable during the downtimes in his tent to vandals and thieves, and during his sleep to nightmares about what’s to come and what could have been, what should have been. He doesn’t want to cry himself back to sleep when he could just ignore it all and simply walk.
Life is simpler when you just walk, walk, walk all day and all night long so he tells himself the same song over and over again.
Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing to see when you are on a journey with no end.
But, like everything, even he ends up abandoning himself and his feeble principles: before he realizes it, he’s heading to Hammerlocke yet again, feet heavy and eyelids heavier. His eyes have stung for the past day and night with sand, snow and exhaustion, his legs barely move anymore, his balance has been destroyed and buried. The voices in his head most likely don’t exist outside of it, plaguing his thoughts with things he didn’t need to hear.
His thoughts are too cloudy for him to even function properly anymore. He can’t remember how he got there, or why, even less what’s the point of it all. He doesn’t know which day of the week it is, or even which month. Climbing the stairs is painful and drains too much out of his energy, but he then remembers his party is almost fainted and he’s out of items to nurse them back to health, so he has to get up there and do something about it…
He wants to fall asleep right here and there, on the steps, but he can’t.
Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing to see in the depths of a desperate soul in search for something it cannot find again.
He has to continue. For what, for who, how and why, all of that doesn’t matter anymore; he just needs to keep going. To keep going and never stop to think ever again.
He supposes the lack of sleep starts getting to him when he can’t focus his eyes on anything in front of him, vision swimming and eyes bleary from the endeavour they’ve gone through until now. There may not be any torrential rain, sandstorms nor snowfalls in Hammerlocke, but there is the blinding sun that gives him a lethal headache and blinds him enough for him not to be able to tell where he’s setting foot anymore.
It’s no wonder he doesn’t manage to rise back up when he eventually tumbles, loses what’s left of his sense of balance and falls to the ground, scrapping his palms and knees, hitting his chin on the pavement, before everything turns fuzzy and dark. Maybe his destination-less journey has finally hit a stop, a halt, or perhaps its actual end. Maybe he doesn’t have to keep walking, keep moving, with no energy and no determination aside from basic survival and vague plans of revenge he doesn’t quite know who to target at.
Maybe that, now that he’s tired enough, he won’t see how much of a failure he’s been in his sleep.
Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing left else to do for a soul whose purpose has been robbed from it…
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Opal immediately gets surprised when, while in Hammerlocke for absolutely unrelated reasons, she finds an unconscious boy lying not far away from the stairs to the Wild Area. Aside from his pinks and purples, and his unlikely enchanted-looking hair, he looks less than stellar, weakened by the weather and the exhaustion that must be eating away at his bones, judging from the deep rings under his eyes and the feverish hue plastered over the bridge of his nose. She’s seen him somewhere before, she’s certain of it; but all she can remember from that is a sense of betrayal and a feeling of cold-hearted abandonment, so she walks up to him.
“Oh, such a fairy-like young man…”
How is an old lady like her supposed to let such a poor boy, moreover one who could become her successor, in such a dire situation? He seems to have gotten himself in quite a lot of troubles, even more than those she has heard about from the other Leaders and information broadcast in her theatre. It’d be too cruel to let him in the open like that. She has to at least get to know him, to discover if he is her true successor.
For now, thinking of the near future has little to no point, she’s better off calling for help before the boy suffers from hypothermia in the harsh winter sunny winds of Galar. Perhaps she can give him what he doesn’t seem to have anymore…
Keep going, keep going; for there is a purpose to everyone in this world, a purpose you have yet to find for yourself, waiting for you at the end of the seemingly endless journey.
#pokemon#pokemon swsh#pokemon bede#bede swsh#sleep deprivation#light angst#bad things happen bingo#bthb 2
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Frankenstein
For the Spoopy Selebration and my wifey @sunlightbby
Pairing: wanda maximoff x gender neutral!reader
Word Count: 1K+
Warning: i mean, wanda builds a companion out of the body parts of dead people? also some dark victorian themes; quite a one-sided relationship and dark!wanda; suicide
Summary: in which the character builds the perfect companion and falls in love with them, not realising how abusive their relationship actually is
A/N: so this is the second one-shot out of the 6 for halloween! honestly, i don’t think that i’m going to finish all of them by halloween night but i’ll try to post them this week! hope you understand. i know this is quite rushed and worse than most of my fics but i still hope you’ll enjoy :// this turned out darker than planned again oopsies
Wanda was peacefully walking around the dirty streets of London quite close to midnight in her simple dark blue gown and small hat that cast a shadow over her beautiful face, making sure she would get home safe. She did have drunk men yelling after her but she couldn’t care less about them- she simply continued her walk home, knowing that she would be able to start her experiments tonight. Wanda hid her cold hands deep in her pockets where she could feel the small glasses of chemicals she still needed for her work. She smiled to herself quietly and called out for a cab to take her home as it was already starting to rain in the city centre.
When she finally got home and changed into her lab coat which she always sterilized before using it, she took the old and mouldy stairs down to her laboratory. The heavy wooden door always made the most terrible sounds every time she opened or closed it and she knew it needed some oil to function properly again but she always forgot to take care of it- she was way too invested in her new project.
Wanda stepped into the dirty basement of her manor and couldn’t help but smile brightly as she looked at you, the creature she was working on- you were the most beautiful thing to ever exist- according to Wanda, at least. She motioned towards the huge door and it slowly closed while creaking horribly. Wanda walked towards you while you were peacefully sleeping on her metal table and looked at you with deep loving and caring in her eyes. You only needed the liquids in Wanda’s pockets to finally come alive and have a (quite slowly) beating heart.
So, Wanda quickly started working, and soon, you opened your glassy eyes. Wanda looked at you, completely mesmerised by your beauty and she knew she had accomplished something new and fantastic- but she didn’t want to show you to anyone. You were only hers and Wanda needed to keep you safe from the curious and judgmental eyes that filled London. She needed to hide you away and make sure that no harm would reach you- ever.
You turned your head slowly towards your maker, then looked down to see your body which Wanda thought was beautiful even though it was built of body parts of dead people. You were not supposed to feel any emotions, but suddenly, a huge wave of sadness and anxiety flooded through you and you looked at Wanda with actual tears in your eyes.
“What have you done?” You asked her with your otherworldly voice cracking mid-sentence and disgust in your big Bambi eyes.
Wanda put a hand on your shoulder and another on your left cheek while smiling at you gently, trying to calm you down.
“I’ve made the most beautiful creature alive,” she whispered, wiping away a tear from your cold dead cheek. You shook your head, still crying before feeling strong and warm arms enveloping you in a hug. Your E/C eyes widened and you didn’t know how to respond to the gentle gesture. You had only been alive for a few minutes but somehow, you had already known you were not deserving of love- you felt like a real monster. And little did you know that this all happened thanks to your maker who knew that you would give all your love to her this way.
When you pulled away and looked her deep in her beautiful eyes which had wrinkles in their corners from smiling, she made you believe that you would be loved in this world.
Months had passed and Wanda had spent all her time with you- she made you pretty clothes, dressed you up and even did your make-up when your skin started rotting, making you believe that she truly thought you were beautiful. You admired, no, adored her and wanted to give her the world- you always made sure you entertained her well and made her feel loved, all the while forgetting about yourself. You had never realised that Wanda created you for her own advantage and didn’t care about your well-being once she had someone to take such great care of her. You just gave and gave and agve your love, while Wanda kept experimenting on you, making you more and more perfect each day, completely going mad. She abandoned all her work just to create the perfect companion who would do as she wished. And yes, Wanda did fall in love but not with you, as a ‘human’ being- she fell in love with her dreams of the perfect companion. That’s why she kept advancing you, forgetting about your well-being. What started as an odd friendship had turned into an abusive relationship where you were suffering more and more each day until one day, you had had enough.
Wanda had just arrived home from the bookshop and she headed towards the front gate with a beautiful smile on her face before she noticed you standing on the edge of the roof, ready to jump. Her heart almost flew out of her chest at the sight and she lwt her new books fall into the mud next to her feet. She couldn’t let you jump to your death, risking the fact that she would be lonely all over again.
“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” She cried out, lifting her skirt to step closer to her home, so she could rush up the stairs to you. You raised your hand and told her to stop where she was standing or you would jump. Wanda stopped and sobbed, looking around helplessly. You meant the world to her in the most selfish way possible.
“I don’t need you anymore! I never did! I was blind enough to believe you but now I know the truth. You’ve never loved me, you witch! All you ever cared about was yourself and that’s all! You created me, this monster because you had felt lonely and never cared about my feelings! I’ve loved you completely but you only needed me for your own well-being. Well, this is over now. I have suffered enough, Wanda. And I know you will burn in hell for all you have done!”
Wanda quickly ran with tears flowing down her cheeks but all hope was lost. The last thing she saw before collapsing to the ground was your body made of different people hit the ground with that terrible voice.
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So lemme just rant as a fellow desi, I have seen couples live with each other despite one or both of them being disloyal hoes and they stay together just coz our culture looks down on separation and frankly its toxic. Like I know you have probably written a lot of the chtmd2 already,but bro, I would love to see Jimin suffer, I would love to see the OC fcking drag that bitch through this emotional turmoil where he absolutely craves her but she got no fcks to give and he will WEEP at his LOSS
WHAT HAS GOT YOU IN THIS MOOD HSBJSBJ i’m crine
Rant to me anytime babydoll, I absolutely fucking agree with you and have a few things to say myself. I was talking about this to my sister a few weeks ago, and we were talking about how people look down on not just separation, but specifically women being separated. They literally look at her like picky used goods. It’s revolting. I told my sister then, that I will never see divorce as anything but liberation. I don’t care which lovestruck, heart in his ass fool wants to disagree and call it terrible, divorce is freedom and I have a lot of respect for women who understand that their relationship, although matrimonial, is toxic or unworthy for them.
I once saw somewhere that this guy asked his grandmother “Grandma, how come people got divorced less in your lifetime?” To which the grandmother responded with something along the lines of “Because back then, if there was a problem, we actually worked on our marriage, rather than get divorced over the smallest shit.” LMAO this old bitch lying through her missing front teeth hddhkbdk no, you didn’t get divorced because society told you not to. You didn’t get divorced because you were scared and scarified yourself and your man beating up on you daily seemed more promising than rotting homeless. You didn’t get divorced because you were barely educated, not able to get a job and provide for yourself and your husband knew that and took advantage of it. You didn’t get divorced because of the fake info going around that children will be scarred after divorce. You didn’t get divorced because you let the opinions of everyone but your own self run you, and threw aside your happiness, pain, anger, hurt until you were numb. You didn’t get divorced because of misogyny, and only that. Not because you ever had anything to work on grandma. And now you’re sitting here, judging other women because you believe that if you can get through an alcoholic and abusive husband for your children, so should they. Pathetic.
It is not just divorce, have you seen the way our culture treats widowed women??? Last year, my mother’s friend (also desi) lost her husband to a heart attack. She was rightfully devastated. Us and a few other desi women decided to give her a visit to make sure she’s holding up. My mother and I, knowing that the poor woman probably hadn’t eaten yet made her and her 14 yr old son sandwiches, daal, and chai. So we go to her house, where most of the women had already arrived (also you know the desi woman circle, everyone knows each other). She’s on her sofa, crying her eyes out and everyone’s circling her and calling her ‘poor thing.’ Anyway, as we sit down we start to notice smthg really strange. Other than us, no one had brought her anything to eat or drink. Which is fine whatever, but they weren’t even offering her words of comfort??? They were saying shit like “Don’t go outside of the house without wearing a black veil, it is a sin.” “Read a certain prayer through the whole night for your husband without sleeping.” “Don’t wear jewerly or bangles ever again.” One even told her to not step out of her house when she talked about finding work!
Needless to say, my mother and I were LIVID lmao. They were punishing her for her husband’s death??? Fucking society bro jhbdjdb But enough about them, to me the saddest part was when I took out the food I had for her family, her son was staring at me with such hunger. I told him, “Here hon, it’s for you.” and he looked back at his mother and asked her if he could have some. The mother said yes ofc, but the thing is, if she hadn’t fed her son she obviously hadn’t fed herself and here were these fucking roaches, who obviously don’t give a shit about her well-being telling her how to live the rest of her widowed life. Sickening.
The way society treats men will never be as bad as how they have treated and traumatized women, which is why I feel that we get so upset and want men to suffer. Especially in these situations.
CHTMD is my creation, but it has it’s own heart you know. As satisfying as it would be to see Jimin suffer, this story is about the OC and her growth. It’s a testament to me, as a writer, if I want to be self-indulgent or let the story play out to it’s true form. There’s a lot of different factors I have to consider: OC’s character and psychology, Jimin’s actions, side characters involvements, OC’s environment, ‘would a character like Jimin even suffer from this loss?’ etc. Now, the story that inspired CHTMD had the cheater end up with the OC as a happy ending because the author said they ‘got attached’ to the characters. And I just can’t. I would never want to be an irresponsible writer like that lol. Our culture has its downsides but I can’t take that out onto the characters I’ve given life to. It’s not fair to them. Now before I go on further with this cheesy nonsense, just know that I have written a lot for CHTMD, but the ending is still in the works. It is up to the scenarios and characters to decide how this will end.
Okay, so I have no idea why I ended up ranting that much but I completely understand your sentiments. I’m screaming, plz feel free to come and drag CHTMD’s Jimin anytime through my inbox snsbb it’s satisfying as fuckk.
#bruh this woke me up#i can feel ur anger from here i love it#R:Ask#skiangel#fuck women that play into this society even though i understand they are also victims lol#the way my grandmother told me her mother said 'so? it could be worse' to when she told her that her husband hits her#yeah anyway cunts#sorry for the rant baby i went everywhere for no reason#R:CHTMD
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Yahoo Help Guide
Not with standing its undertakings to fix vulnerabilities, Yahoo's Mail customers continue posting hacking events ...
Yahoo Mail customers have been seeing their records broken into for a wide timespan. While Yahoo says it has completed at any rate two separate security openings instigating records getting seized, it shows up the issue pushes ahead. contact yahoo support
It's dull to what degree these ambushes have been proceeding for, paying little notification to we did from the most short Yahoo Helpline starting stage report Yahoo Mail customers were seeing their records exchanged off back close to the start of January. We're in a short timeframe period length in Spring, and irrefutably Yahoo paying little brain to everything has a true issue on its hands.
Vindicating how we are starting at beginning late getting reports from express Yahoo customers about their records getting hacked, notwithstanding we are seeing spikes in striking time gridlock from Google to our past stories. We see these snaps address a move in customers understanding their inboxes have been seized in the wake of programming engineers pass on an epic level of messages from starting late undermined accounts.
Ambushes commonly comprise of Yahoo customers bearing an email from a companion or accomplice (and, considering, a general dull social affair) containing an understanding that at whatever point tapped on, comprehends the record being seized. Some express their comprehended records send messages to pick individuals, others report they get sent to the aggregate of their contacts, and one even saw that they went out to "anyone I had ever gotten what's enduringly settled a relationship with.
We asked the customers who related with us in case they got such an email and tapped on the association. Reports were mixed: some said they got an email and tapped the association, some said they got the email yet didn't snap, and others said they never got such an email.
Among those that tapped on a relationship, notwithstanding, there was at any rate one point of view that starting late seems to perceive: the aggressors have clearly been referencing a non-existent MSNBC news report in the email. The bit.ly URL that is obliged (we're not accomplice it here for clear reasons) combines a fake MSNBC page that purportedly gets your Yahoo Mail account quickly if you are wandered in.Contact yahoo support
At any rate many interest they never got such an email or snap on such an intrigue: their records were on an essential level got away from no spot. These individuals for the most part found a couple of structures concerning the event from contacts who got rot messages from them.
Coming up next are three decisions from what Yahoo customers have been setting us up concerning these ambushes. The standard beginnings from a Yahoo customer who is really an indisputably supervisor comprehension:
We were hacked close to the completion of January. They spammed everyone in the "contact" facilitator and butchered all the contacts. We from a general perspective had another yahoo account hacked yesterday. Pardoning the way that it spammed the entire "contact" facilitator, paying little heed to we can't pass on messages or access our "puzzle question" to change the issue verbalization.
There was a cost free number to call and when we did so we exchanged words with people who talked poor English, and they referenced a one time charge of $100 for help with the issue. Unequivocally when we declined they hung up on us. We called the number twice, the huge event when we exchanged words with a woman and the second time we called we conversed with a man. The on different occasions we called when we exonerated the bit of $100 we were hung up on.
Most would concur that this number being proposed doesn't have a spot with Yahoo. These are swindlers endeavoring to get a piece pack taking into account a record they have undermined.
Another story begins from a Yahoo customer who needs to simply be known as someone in yahoo support
Considering, my yahoo account is a fake record. Hooray has my space for another email address and I never send/get using the yahoo email address. That is the explanation I feel so sure that the hack expected to have been on the yahoo-side. In like manner, the spam that went out was to people who had sent messages to my enabled space name – not the yahoo account (paying little caution to the way that the message they got was FROM my yahoo account).contact-yahoo-support.
so whatever the hack was, they had the choice to interface the phony yahoo record to the kept up space account. I know this since express recipients were people that were not in my general zone book and wouldn't have even idea concerning the yahoo record to ever have sent anything to the yahoo account. Their single alliance was messages in the space busy with box. Other clarification I see that it's not fixed (and not just me) is that the spam channel for this record (my work email) found an okay pace yahoo spams like mine simultaneously. They were – like the condition in mine-from people who no shortcoming had an email from me in their in encase offering little appreciation to how I wasn't their zone book.
This is one of various records we have seen that show those behind these ambushes are using held records to vivaciously spam others. This is one motivation driving why this fight is advancing and doesn't show up comparably as it will dial down at whatever point sooner rather than later. The best framework to Contact yahoo supportHttps://mckarma.com/contact-yahoo-support/.
A Canadian in like manner had a comparative story to tell:
My yahoo.ca email account was undermined the earlier night and a comparable spam email, something to do with working at home for bewildering money, was sent to the whole of my contacts. Fortunately the record list that was added to this email address was multi year old (it has now been tended to) and a monstrous zone of the messages returned as undeliverable. I other than got a comparable spam message seven days sooner from a companion who sent it from her yahoo.ca account.
My Yahoo email account was set up during pre-BlackBerry days to recoup messages remotely from other mail servers and is on a key level used nowadays to follow degrees of progress from e-retailers and to get notice of updates from programming providers and clear unessential stars who require their clients to pick to find a standard pace. It has been related idly to phones for by a wide edge a gigantic bit of 10 years and I set apart on yesterday to pound the old contact list and to change puzzle express staggering for unequivocal years. As the record is been completely spamless and requires no affiliation effort in any capacity utilizing any techniques, I will continue using it as an electronic letter box.
For reference, here's the timetable of events up until today:
On January 7, a lone fashioner by the name of Shahin Ramezany moved a video to YouTube referencing that the best way control direct course of action a Yahoo account by using a DOM-based cross-site scripting (XSS) shortcoming exploitable in each and every epic program. That day, Yahoo came back to TNW with two clarifications, first saying it was seeing what's additionally supporting it fixed the distortion.
On January 8, controllers from Revoking Security let TNW study that they had discovered that the shortcoming is starting in the for the most part progressing past present, showing a workaround indicating they can at present undertaking the mutilation being proposed.
On January 11, Yahoo gave a third explanation to TNW: "The cross-site scripting shortcoming that we saw on Friday was fixed that day. We can request that we've finally fixed the nonattendance of security on all combinations of the site." Contact yahoo support
On January 28 and January 30, two Yahoo customers came to TNW to communicate their record was undermined by systems for what they saw was a comparable way that was delineated in our past articles.
On January 31, we found a story concerning a known mutilation in the SWF Uploader part of Yahoo's modeler blog as raised by Bitdefender Labs. Yippee says it fixed this imperfection and proposed impacted customers change their passwords.we are yahoo partner with client care.
On February 25, February 27, Walk 1, and Walk 4 we got more messages from Yahoo customers saying their records had been undermined.
We appeared at Yahoo about this issue at any rate the course of action everything contemplated turned its past position. "The XSS absconds offered an explanation to Yahoo! have been fixed and we keep on agreeably look at reports of any email accounts exhibiting atypical lead," a Yahoo delegate told TNW. "We're made on guaranteeing our customers and their data. We truly request that our customers change their passwords every once in a while and to use uncommon, alphanumeric passwords for each online webpage page they visit."
Yahoo is the third most clear email provider after Microsoft and Google. Regardless of whether the imperfections haven't been fixed properly or if these are new curves, it's in a general sense denied for Yahoo Mail customers to have their records commandeered so reasonably and for Yahoo to remain yielded for so long. The affiliation needs to accomplish more. a minor piece at a time going to Contact yahoo support
See other than – Yahoo Mail customers clearly given HTTPS security decision after weight from insistence advocates.
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