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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 month

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I feel like, Young!Pathetic!Konig would do REALLY well with a Older!Lady-Cougar!Reader, She's maybe been divorced twice and looking ta maybe become widowed this time? May-haps her current hubby has wealth and power but is a few screws short of being a good man towards our poor reader, and there's that Pesky prenup that makes it so she won't get ANYTHING in a divorce...buuuttt if the bastard has a bit of an....*Oopsie doodle*.... Maybe she's looking for someone to take care of her problem, and maybe she likes this young soldier boy, whose all too happy to help with *whatever needs* she might have? Likes how desperate he is for just her hand on his arm, likes how he's on his need begging for just a *taste* Likes that she can teach him how to please a woman, how to make her moan like no lover before....Likes how willing he is to kill the man she's married too...

Asfdf my brain short circuited ❤️ I know I said somewhere that I don’t write cheating but if it’s cheating a bad man with an even worse man König….

CW: 18+ MDNI. Age difference, F!dom/M!sub undertones, praise kink, cheating (your husband is an old dick), mating press & other shenanigans, murder & mentions of blood, König is a lovesick yandere in the making.

It was just one night.

Just one night to satiate your needs because your husband for sure never takes care of them.

But then the young pup you picked off from the pub pops into your workplace next week... With a large bouquet of flowers in his hand and a box of chocolate in the other, your desperate little “detour” looks like a boy who just got laid for the first time in his life.

“König…” you sigh and pull him to an empty breakroom before all your colleagues see you’ve cheated on your beloved husband with a man at least ten years younger than you.

“You can’t be here,” you start, trying to ignore the happy, greedy stares this little—big—soldier gives you.

He’s all the equal to his alias, looking like a king in the making with those wide shoulders and that fierce stare. But his hands are shaking, he guides those eyes to the floor as he puts the gifts on the table littered with crumbs and coffee stains, switches his weight from one foot to the other once you start to tell him how it is.

He listens dutifully as you try to explain how it was only one night, that he was incredibly lovely and you had so much fun but that you can’t see each other anymore. It was wrong of you to do so in the first place, you’re married, and you’re so, so sorry... You were just so sad and lonely.

You tell him he’s a good man. That he’ll find someone special, some lovely girl to call his own. He will find someone who can give him what he wants, someone who will cover him with kisses for bringing her flowers and sweets.

You try to explain it to him even as you get slowly chased into a corner, you try to tell him what a catch he is even when you get pinned to the wall by a hard, lean chest.

You try to tell him that he’s the perfect man for some other girl even when he pulls your strings aside and bullies his cock inside you.

One minute is all it takes as he huffs and groans and fucks you against the wall, your moans and his grunts barely muffled by shirts and fists and lips and skin. There’s lipstick on his clean, white shirt after he’s done with you, teeth marks where his shoulder meets his neck, a spittle of cum on your skirt as he pulls it down with shaky hands.

“Sorry,” he murmurs in your ear. “I just had to see you. I missed you so much...”

Your cunt is what he missed, any woman could see that. Got a taste of it last weekend and wouldn’t let you leave his place at all; a small, miserable flat of 25 square meters, with burned rice on the stove and a thin, cum-stained mattress on the floor. He fucked you on that mattress, four times because on the fifth attempt to part your shaking thighs, you told this horny lad you need to go home.

“I know, big boy. I missed you too. But you need to go now,” you say to your pretty lover. Ugly but pretty, in his own way, his utter lack of cruelty is what makes him beautiful in your eyes.

“I don’t want to,” he dares to argue back and claims your mouth, kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.

“You have to,” you moan. “König–”

“I love you.”

You’re huffing, panting into each other’s throats as you realize he’s even younger than you thought. Fell in love with your cunt so easily, this big runt, thinks it’s meant to be just because you’re wet and he’s hard.

“Don’t be silly,” you huff and look at the drowsy smile, the messy state of this lovesick man before you fight your way out of his lap.

You want to cry, wail, scream from the injustice. Where was this silly young golden retriever six months ago? Why didn’t you meet him when you were single and sweet? Now you’re trapped in an unhappy marriage with some old fool who was cunning enough to trick you into a ludicrous deal with him. The prenupt you discovered only later, after he swore that you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life and that everything that belonged to him would be yours one day. In reality, you’ve had to beg for every crumb, act the part of a trophy wife who also has to work herself to death. And he won’t even fuck you, only wants you to massage his back and his cock while you’re left all alone without love, without a single kind word.

But König never lets you go: not in a way you beg him to, no, he always shows up at your door. Sneaks into your lonely room from the window, licks you to ruin while you laugh and tell him no, fucks you three times a night, crawls under the bed when a cleaning lady almost catches you two. He shows up at cafes, restaurants, conferences, parties, everywhere where you go but your husband won’t.

He’s so reckless that you have to teach him to be more patient, more gentle. You guide his fingers and his head, even his cock, while locking your eyes with his so that he knows when he’s doing it right. You praise him for a good, unhurried fuck, cup his face and kiss him when he gives it to you nice and slow. Anyone can see he'd want to ram it in until there’s nothing left of him and you, but you kiss and kiss and kiss him until the poor boy moans and cums without permission, just from that tiny taste of intimacy and love.

He gets pets, smooches and caresses, blowjobs that leave him shaking and breathless on the bed. He looks like he has no brains left after you’re done with him, looks a little helpless when you climb on top of him and help yourself with his cock after he only just came.

He’s always up in no time, especially if you tell him he did well. Stares at you and your breasts like you’re a vision from heaven, drools on them once when you won’t let him have a lick. Mopes when you laugh at his predicament, and won’t stop brooding even when you give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

But he’s never mad at you for long, not if you call him sweetie or your silly apple crumb, not if you let him fall asleep in your bed, partly on top of you. There’s always a wet spot on your back if he’s the big spoon, he begs you to sleep naked as he does, says it’s better for your health and then teases you with his fingers come morning, probably thinking he’s so very clever. Takes you to the theater and offers you expensive port wine and cake, tells you how to steal a car, how to shoot any gun. Gives you a hungry kiss in public when you tell him he has to act like he’s your cousin from abroad, vanishes for weeks to his training, sends letters instead of texts, and tells you he’s going to be a big boss someday.

It’s hard to imagine this serious but silly mess as an intimidating officer, not even when you know he has the size and looks for it. He’s too innocent and needy, doesn't know how the real world works yet. Thinks he’s immortal just because he’s young...

There’s a certain darkness in him, and you mistake it for the remnants of some turbulence of his teenage years, just some wrath of a boy who never got what he wanted. Who wouldn’t be a little pissed and impatient in their twenties? He probably doesn’t even know what he wants: hell, you don’t know what you want.

“Like this...?” He asks demurely when he lifts your knees to your ears and sinks his cock into you inch by inch, carefully as if it’s the first time you’re making love.

“Just like that,” you whisper as he spreads you so wide you can’t even breathe, fills you up deliciously, like no one else before. His eyes never leave you, not even when he uses your hole as a place to bury himself and all his bad memories, not even when he makes you squirt like you’re nothing but an oasis in a desert that never ends.

But you know he comes to you for other things than just that.

He comes to you for kind words, breathy praise, soft touches and ruffles of his hair. He comes to you for practice and to get his sense of self in order. He’s your pretty knight in shining armor when others have called him ugly, he’s your strong bull when others have ridiculed his disproportionate limbs. He’s your safe haven, your sunshine, your crazy, silly man, your soldier and your savior, and he soaks up your love and attention like a sponge: every drop gets gulped down like he’s a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t take sips, he doesn’t know how to, and you on the other hand don’t know how to quench the raging drought inside him, long after yours has been satiated.

You sleep like Romeo and Juliet just before their death, and fuck like rabbits in the spring. He takes you in the car, in the closet, in the toilet, in other people’s beds, even at the alley one night.

“I love you,” he always says after he has spilled his cum – it’s like a ritual or a prayer, and you always reach for the baby hairs of his neck in return, and give them the gentlest caress.

“I love you too,” you whisper one night – it just slips when you stroke his cheek. It never comes as a surprise that he gives you the most miserable pair of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

He knows about your situation, knows enough that you’re trapped and unhappy. But you never knew he saw you as a victim. If anything, you feel like he’s the victim here. Poor boy, saving what little he has for a future with some woman who knows nothing about true love... You’re not the one for him, you’re not even a silly little sex kitten any young soldier would want to play with. You’re just some bored, abandoned wife who wants to feel something, mean something to someone. But you love him enough to know that you’ll let him go when he wants to move on. As bitter as it makes you feel, you know you’ll give him to someone younger and more beautiful, someone who will love as passionately as he does. Anything to make him truly happy.

But the next evening, König doesn’t climb in through your window. He uses the door, the inside door, and you jump from the bed and hurry to him in your nightgown, the only gift your husband ever gave you.

“I killed him for you,” he says, your soldier boy from Austria, your good, good boy with a good, big cock.

You only now see that his hands are stained in blood, and nothing shakes anymore: your wannabe sniper is as calm as ever when he confesses he’s murdered someone.

“...What?”

He comes to you and cups your face, the blood on his hands both wet and cold. You’ve never seen him so peaceful, not even after he’s had a good fuck. The boy who no one ever loved has turned into a man, but what kind of man… You shiver in his clutch, unsure if you’re about to suffer a heart attack from fear or love.

“He didn’t suffer... Much,” he says, his cracked lips only a breath away from yours. “Knives can be messy…”

You gulp while staring into the deep, dark abyss of his eyes, the innocent baby blue nearly swallowed by the darkest of all loves.

This is not how you thought things would go… You were supposed to give the old man the finger and divorce during the summer. Put your finances in order so that you can escape. Maybe fuck König on the side and see if he’s still the man of your dreams once you’re happily divorced.

Now he’s telling you you’ll marry as soon as possible, or that if you want a summer wedding, he can wait a few months… He tells you you have nothing to worry about, he won’t go to jail, not this time. He’ll take care of you now; he just got promoted. You don’t ever have to be sad again.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he says when all words have finally escaped you. “Now we can be together. Forever…”

#könig x reader #d/s dynamic #sub könig is fine with me if he tries to top from the bottom or becomes totally unhinged in order to prove his love ^^#he's a switch he just doesn't know it

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Akaza x pregnant demon reader (she's pregnant by him) sfw +nsfw headcanons

Ask and you shall receive! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope that you enjoy and that I've done your request justice.

If you want to request something for Akaza - or anyone else - then my askbox is always open and ready to receive, so slide something my way again when you have time (^__^.)

I'll be putting the NSFW headcanons beneath a 'Keep Reading' line, so minors DNI

And just as a final thing,

Akkkkkkaaaazzzaa (ﾉ∀`♥) My beloved!

Akaza with a pregnant S/O - SFW + NSFW Headcanons:

SFW:

Upon first finding out that your pregnant this man is frozen in the spot before actually crying

Gets extra protective

Doesn't like being away from your side for more then 20 minutes

He is absolutely a hover.... he's always by your side

Will attack on sight if he thinks anyone - and i mean anyone - looks like they might cause you and the little bean harm

Makes sure that there's nothing in the house that could potentially harm you - "I'm sanding down the corners cause i don't want them to poke you or harm you!"

Straight up tells Muzan that he's caring for his wife + baby so won't be doing anything else unless it helps his family - does this mid-meeting and then leaves

Somehow always comes back with something new, baby books (books for new parents), clothes for the baby and toys

No matter how random the cravings if he can't make it, he'll buy you it - and if he can't get it at all then he resorts to hugging you with apology after apology falling from his lips

"You want Teriyaki glazed apple slices with honey rice? AND spicy noodles with broth and boiled eggs...will your stomach even be able to handle that?"

Makes sure to stock up on snacks that you enjoy - keeps them in places you can't reach

When it gets to the point that he can feel the baby kick akaza is glued to you even more - Face and/or hand placed against your tummy to feel the baby with a soft coo + smile

Comes up with a thousand nicknames for the baby - e.g. baby bean, firecracker, little kicker - and no, he will not stop

Buys you bigger + airy clothes so your comfortable

Massages your shoulders, back and ankles when you complain of pain and soreness - When he's not there he buys a wheat bag which you can heat up

Lots more cushions and blankets around the house so your comfy and never get cold

Gets you one of those pregnancy pillows

Has a notebook filled with baby names, what toys re good for babies, what they should be sleeping and playing with - he's honestly very prepared for this child

Somehow managed to rope Kokushibou into helping make and paint the baby's room - as well as giving him advice on what to anticipate as a dad

NSFW:

Incredibly gentle with you - not that he wasn't before - especially since your so much more sensitive

He's more focused on making sure that your comfortable, so sticks to a couple of positions that don't harm/hurt your body - although he does enjoy reverse cowgirl and you on all fours (with your head and arms resting so you don't have the baby weight hurting you)

Sometimes standing up if you have the energy

Also enjoys sex while spooning

Spends more time preparing you - oral and fingers until your essence coats your shaking thighs as well as his face and hands

His hands wander, pinch and soothe your thighs, hips and chest until you whine to get touched more

Isn't gonna fuck you against the counter as much as he used too but he'll eat you out with vigor instead

Lots of over-stimulation - sometimes accidentally but usually on purpose with a smirk and a rumbling purr in his chest

More creampies!

Enjoy's pushing his cum back into your twitching hole afterwards - tracing shapes into your clit with it as he hums as your hips jump and thighs twitch at his touch

His breeding kink really kicks into full swing

The feeling of sliding into your wet plush heat without protection makes him even more feral especially now that you pregnant - its like knowing that your already filled with him, already baring a child, makes his brain works at a mile-a-minute

Won't admit that seeing how heavy + full your breasts get with milk - and how you glow the rounder your tummy gets - goes straight to his cock

....absolutely gonna drink your milk - a dark lust filling his eyes as he runs his tongue along your tender nipple before taking it into his mouth with an obscene moan

Will absolutely play with your nipples until your a whimpering and whining mess or until milk comes out

Kisses are more desperate - planting open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat before locking your lips together

Leaves hickies along your breasts and shoulders alot more

takes things slower and gentler

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny akaza x reader #demon slayer akaza x reader #kimetsu no yaiba akaza x reader #akaza x reader #x reader #anime x reader #kny akaza #kimetsu no yaiba akaza #demon slayer akaza #akaza #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons

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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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Angela Lansbury (The Harvey Girls, The Court Jester, The Manchurian Candidate)—The babe, the myth, the legend. In her own words her early hollywood roles were "a series of venal bitches" and they were all glorious. Half of them wanted to kill you and you probably would have thanked them. She even goes toe to toe with Judy Garland in The Harvey Girls! That said, she was chronically underused and misused during this era - she was just 36 when she was cast as Elvis Presley's mother in Blue Hawaii and a few years later commented that she'd played so many 'old hags' that most people thought she was in her 60s. She thought she was "all talent, no looks" but she was the full package! Post-1970 I hope we all know what an incredibly talented and compassionate badass she was, but I feel like not enough people know her early roles as a hot (often villainous) young thing.

Silvana Mangano (Bitter Rice, Teorema, The Witches)— She always portrayed such confidence, such sass- those eyes could make you tell the truth.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Propaganda for Angela Lansbury:

"Angela Lansbury might not be where your mind goes first when you think of hot leading women, because she had a later career revival. But she began acting in the early 1940s after leaving London due to the Blitz. In the first couple decades of her film career she has an openness about her. She said she never really fit in with the Hollywood crowd and to me she gives off a friendly, untarnished vibe."

"Most of us know Angela Lansbury as old lady sleuth Jessica Fletcher, but it's important to know that she was smoking hot in her younger days as well as a damned fine actress. Although she didn't get lead roles until her early 40s, at 17 she was a supporting actress in films such as Gaslight (1944), National Velvet (1944), and The Picture of Dorian Grey, for which she won the Golden Globe for best supporting actress and was nominated for the Oscar. Even in her memorable performance as the manipulative mother in The Manchurian Candidate, she is listed as a supporting actress as she does not play the love interest. She was successful both on stage and screen, and won the Tony for her lead role in the musical Mame on Broadway in 1966. TL;DR While Angela Lansbury mostly played supporting roles in films before 1970, she had what it takes to be a leading actress, which we know from her success on stage and tv from the mid 60s onward"

"She looked like a princess but bit like a viper"

"Is there anything this woman couldn't do? Act in comedy and drama, sing, dance, be a wonderful human being - quite simply a true and wonderful lady."

"she is the fairytale princess of my dreams in court jester"

"god she had such an incredible career all throughout her life really but as a young lady she was just as incredible as she was in her later years. enchanting voice, amazing personality, and absolutely GORGEOUS. she lamented not having the looks to play leads in romance but that idea is so batshit because look at her??? she's one of the most terrific women of all time. also she's my grandmother's favorite actress and i truly get it"

Silvana:

Painfully sexy Italian bombshell

#silvana mangano #angela lansbury #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

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invidiia · 11 months

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oh my god the yan!dazai x willing reader fic😭 i love reading this type of content (its a trauma response but the idea of someone obsessing over me brings me comfort </3)

Can you write something more for yan!dazai and reader? Like dazai somehow forgets his keys at home giving reader full access to run away/call for help, but when he comes back running to his apartment worried he sees them cooking something for him and what surprises him the most is the fact that he didn’t have most of the ingredients which means that they went outside to buy them and actually came back <3

❐ - yandere osamu dazai (bsd) with a reader who to left the house to make dinner.

note ; HII thank you for requesting!! and the beginning of the request really made me think, and i realized you were completely right and i relate deeply !! on another topic besides the request, i feel bad about writing ever since character ai came about, because what's the point of writing fics and hcs for people who can just make everything they want happen with ai?! but i'll continue, of course!! alsoo ada dazai

prompt ; dazai's beloved cooks for him after he left for the store.

warning ; kidnapping, possibly soft!yandere dazai AT FIRST, mentioned suicide (it's dazai)

masterlist - rules - previous work

when dazai finally trusts you enough to be by yourself while he went out to run errands, it was like you felt relief for the first time in years. maybe it was.

he didn't specify what he was doing, but he did seem like he would be out for a long time. but for whatever reason in the world, you didn't exactly plan to fully escape from him. maybe you were on something, because anybody else would have went as far as they could.

dazai kissed the top of your top of your head affectionately. "my dear," he addressed to you, his voice sweet, just like every other time he spoke. "i have to run errands, okay? can you promise me that you'll be good while i'm gone?" dazai rested his head on top of yours, holding you closely to his chest in a tight hug. you nodded your head against him, and he smiled. "i'll be off now, my love." and with that, dazai walked out the door, completely forgetting his keys on the table.

maybe you were drugged, high or some kind of intoxicated, because anyone would be overjoyed to see that their kidnapper left their keys with them, and they'd try to leave! i mean, dazai was normally cautious - how stupid of him this evening.

but for just some reason, any reason in the world, you didn't leave the house for freedom. instead it was for.. groceries? dazai did feed you often, but it was usually food from a local place that he liked a lot more than cooking, hence the reason there were barely any ingredients to make dinner with.

maybe you were doing this to gain trust and then turn your back on him later? well, it was too late, dazai left the keys here, and you were free to escape. so the first place you decided to go? the grocery store.

walking through the produce isle, you turned your head anxiously, looking behind your back to see if dazai found out you left and followed you. but no one was there, not at all. you were safe.

you gathered up money from inside your pockets when the man first took you - enough to buy a couple vegetables, a bag of rice, and a bit of chicken. that was enough for tonight!

upon your return to the apartment, nobody was there, so you got to work, having not been caught by dazai on your little outing to the store.

it was pretty easy to make fried rice. you found yourself in the kitchen chopping vegetables to put into the frying pan while you seasoned the chicken. dazai didn't have a ton of seasoning in his cabinets.. guess this guy liked his stuff plain? but you worked with what you had, and you were able to make a pretty damn good plate of chicken fried rice. the meal was perfect, and you had just finished when the door opened up. it was dazai. the brunette man opened up the door rather quickly, slipping inside the apartment. "belladonna.. this smells amazing!"

dazai was quick to praise your cooking, even telling you that he didn't want to eat your masterpiece in hopes of ruining it, but you told him to sit down and just eat it.

and that he did, and he loved it! he didn't act like anything was wrong, it went perfect! he praised your cooking skills the entire time while he ate.

even you forgot that you snuck out to retrieve your ingredients!

"belladonna," dazai spoke, sweetly. you were both nearing the end of the meal, with just two bites of the food left on the plate. "your cooking is absolutely perfect, you know that? i almost forgot that we didn't have any vegetables in the house." you tensed up. this was such a stupid idea, sneaking out to get ingredients for your meal. "i found those in the cabinet, you brought them home one night. don't you remember?" you lied nervously, biting up the inside of your mouth while you just silently begged he would believe you. "i would never think about willingly buying bell peppers unless i planned to cook such a meal. why would you leave the apartment, dear?" dazai slid his chair back, stepping towards you with his hands in his pockets. this was stupid, a stupid mistake that you can't undo. "no matter.. you didn't run away.. so what am i to do with you?" he grabbed a lock of your hair, pulling it upwards so you could face him. you cried out, whimpering in pain - but he paid no attention to it, looking you in the eye. "let's see."

#klya..requests #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #tw yandere #yandere dazai osamu #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bsd #bsd x reader #yandere osamu dazai #yandere osamu dazai x reader

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ataraxiaspainting · 3 months

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Where Did The Years Go?

Yan Scaramouche x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You said you understood him. So why do you plan to leave him too?

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, Scara is in his Kabukimono era, thoughts of murdering the Reader, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 800.

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Dendrobium could only grow in areas where Celestia is blind. Kabukimono knew that, almost more than he knew anything else. The Dendrobium blooming next to a grave long since abandoned, much like the rest of this island, has no one to watch over it, no one aside from you and him. The seven red flowers sprouting in the tomb were unloved by this world, much like Kabukimono once used to be before he found a home within you, his beloved.

The flower had many names, unlike the unmarked, broken stone that hid some sort of rotting human beneath the soil. The Flower of Poison because of the stamens which are indeed poisonous to mortals unlike himself, intended to keep pests like mice away from the inner parts. The Flower of Death was another ominous title since the flowers are said to bloom only when an Inazuman is said to cross over to the other side after passing on, be it from old age, disease, or some slow and painful death they either did or did not deserve. Sometimes, when you are feeling guilty enough, you visit this grave too, and sit down to meditate, contemplating what your mother is doing in the afterlife if it even existed. Perhaps this was why you were given a Vision, the shade of that of the tea you often brewed for both Kabikumono and yourself, a bright green color that dared not dwindle. The Flower of The Other Shore is also a common label for Dendrobium because when a soul passes the river they are said to be greeted by a field of them. Kabukimono ponders for a moment, leaning down to pick out a petal, playing with it between his thumb and pointer finger, stopping when he hears you call out his name, followed by the slightly loud note of a bell. He leans back down and buries the petal within the soil of the grave, bowing before hurrying off in the direction of your home.

Today’s dinner is a combination of what you both managed to gather. Kabukimono gathered the fish and seaweed, while you cooked the rice from the small field outside your home, along with some Lavender Melon. Your meals are often like this, Kabukimono found out a few days into him becoming a resident here for the time being, that what you ate depended heavily on the weather and the harvest. He promises himself that one day he will treat you to a meal and life so grand that you will never go back to foraging all day to just be barely given enough to scrape by.

Seven months have passed since he first arrived here, according to you. He hopes that this life will continue to get better and that he will be able to give you the life you deserve.

“Kabukimono,” The saying of your name is unusually deflated like it has been the past week or so. “I… have to tell you something, alright?”

“Absolutely! Tell me anything, anything at all.”

What comes out of your mouth is not what he wanted to hear at all. “I… I’m leaving Yashiori Island.”

“...Huh?” He looks down at the small bowls that are in the center of the two of you. His side, as usual, has more food than yours, because you keep saying you cannot bear to see him go hungry. “Why?”

“There is not enough food. Not enough… anything. The thunderstorms are getting much worse too… I can’t live here anymore.”

You think this is the first time you have been scared of Kabukimono, because that new expression he is wearing is utterly terrifying.

“I… I’m sorry, Kabukimono. I’m… leaving for Inazuma City soon.”

He smiles, and in the blink of an eye, he is standing up and then your foreheads are touching, his hands grabbing your shoulders so tightly you could feel them almost dislocate.

“No, you’re not, because that’s awfully selfish of you! My [First] would never do such a thing, right? They wouldn’t leave me alone to starve and cry and be covered in filth.”

Being aware that you are unaware of his non-human nature, yet acknowledging your uncontainable empathy, makes employing this strategy even simpler. It works every time you want to leave.

“Here, you can have my portion for tonight, alright? Just… Just don’t leave me. Please?” After a moment of silence, along with the tears that trickle down your cheeks, he knows he has one, at least for now. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, [First].”

When you don’t answer again, looking to the side, to the bag of your essentials, Kabukimono wonders if that grave would have enough room for two and not just one.

But he dismisses it because surely, you’ll be with him forever, right?

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kcrossvine-art · 1 year

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Heya folks n friends! Today on our LotR cooking series, we're going to be making something inspired by Mrs. Maggot, wife of Farmer Maggot. Originally we were going to do a cream of mushroom soup, but the idea of adding meat as a cheeky lil joke on their last names was too good to pass up. In my mind meat goes better with thin soups than creamy ones.

And thus Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew was born.

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew?” YOU MIGHT ASKFor the stew portion itself we're going to be using a hearty base, aiming for a layering of flavors. If you feel comfortable making a roux, feel free to do so, but I did not due to energy levels and thus the flour in this recipe is only used for searing the meat before its added to the pot.

Cubed beef

Flour

Peanut oil

Beef stock

Dried porcini mushrooms

Carrots, chopped

Onion, diced

Garlic, crushed

Scallion, chopped

Bay leaf

Salt and pepper

Ground red pepper

Cumin

Zatarins gumbo file

For the other mushrooms, were going to cook them separate and throw them in at the end (but they'll have friends to keep them company!!).

Cremini mushrooms, sliced

Half an onion

Carrots

Garlic

Salt and pepper

Thyme

Olive oil

This took about 4 hours in total. If you have a slow cooker itd probably be easier to use that, but as is isn't too bad either. I mostly worked on commission stuff in the kitchen in-between stirring. "The best food is the one you don't have to make, the second best food is the one you don't have to think while making."

AND, “what does Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

HOT HOT HOT

Tastes like walking from the cold into the cramped but cozy bar your friend works at

Meat was so tender and juicy, melts in your mouth. Makes you cry

It wanst actually carmelization but the onions had a hint of tasting caramelized

Mushrooms- a strong umami flavor with a bit of smokeyness

Once you get that Perfect level of gumbo file, it just makes every other element stick out more

Like an energy booster for the ingredients

A spotlight on the bay leaf, and oils, and spices

. If you don't want to use beef, feel free to use vegetable stock instead and replace the cubes with strips of king oyster mushrooms. Exclude the flour but still cook them in the pan. . this isnt officially part of the recipe since im not sure itd be 'on theme', but feel free to start your rice cooker around the 3 hour mark so you can have some hot rice ready for serving as filler.

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When I was looking through food and food mentions in LotR, Mrs.Maggot just stook out to me. 'Queen amongst farmers wives' is both really sweet and a fuckin killer description. What a legend. I wanted to do something based on her and our two options were either beer, bacon or raw mushrooms. Beer while very appealing is also not something you can whip up in a day, while raw mushrooms have a chance of killing my beloved readers. I don't want to talk about me and bacons sordid past.

And so as praise to this funky farmer women, may you add this stew to your collection of potpie, lasagna, and roast recipes.

Did i mention i started my first grease fire when making this? Yeah. Don't cover any empty greased pan even if your intent is to keep water from splashing into it.

Anyway, this recipe is a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) The partner has already made me pledge to cook it again hehehe

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Ingredients:

2 lbs cubed beef

A little bit of flour to 'tumble' the meat in, in a bowl

Peanut oil to sear the beef, as needed

3 kilograms beef stock

28g dried porcini mushrooms

4 carrots, chopped

1 white onion, diced

4 cloves garlic, crushed

1 scallion branch, chopped

Salt and pepper to taste

Ground red pepper to taste

Cumin to taste

3 bay leafs

A pinch of Zatarins gumbo file

Ingredients… . . TWO:

1 lb cremini mushrooms

Half of a white onion, diced

1 carrot, chopped

2 cloves garlic, crushed

Salt, pepper, and thyme to taste

Olive oil as needed to pan-fry

Method:

Put the porcini mushrooms into a bowl, add enough warm water to cover. Give them roughly 20 minutes, or until softened and the waters turned color.

Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.

Get a large pot with a lid, pour in your stock (or water and bouillon cubes). Pour in the porcinis and the mushroom water. Turn the burner to medium-high.

Add your bay leaves, carrots, onion, and garlic to the pot. Add extra salt if you'd like.

Tenderize and cut your beef into roughly 1 inch cubes.

In a small bowl, pour a handful of flour along with pepper, cumin, and ground red pepper. Mix until combined.

Lightly toss each cube of beef in the mixture, get a little coverage on each side.

Heat a frying pan to medium heat and add peanut oil. If using an electric stovetop it will take time to heat up.

Add some of your beef cubes to the pan, don't overcrowd it. Flip to check sides are a light brown with dark brown edges, its good for some pink/red to poke through.

Add beef cubes to the pot when done, careful of splashing.

Keep doing this in batches until all beef cubes are added.

Once the pot has reached a simmer, turn the heat down a few notches and cover.

Set a timer for 4 hours. Taste test every so often. Aim to stir the pot every 10-15 minutes.

(You can do steps 14-21 immediately or optionally wait a bit)

Rinse and dry your cremini mushrooms.

Slice them vertically. Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.

In a frying pan on medium-low heat, add olive oil, carrots, and onion. Keep the vegetables moving! When they start to change texture, add your cremini mushrooms.

Bring the pan up to medium heat.

Once your mushrooms have cooked off the liquid inside, theyll start turning a deeper brown. Add the garlic. Keep! the! vegetables! Moving!

If the pan gets overcrowded, take some out and set it aside in a bowl. Smaller batches.

This process took roughly 15 minutes, but youll know its done once everything has a nice sear on it and the garlic is brown but not burnt. Add salt, pepper, and thyme to taste.

Set everything aside in a bowl.

Once the 4 hours are up the meat should be cooked all the way through and tender enough to pull apart. Strain the bay leaves out. Cut and add scallions. Add the bowl with cremini mushrooms.

Add a pinch of gumbo file to start, stir and taste test.

#cross cooks lotr #food recipe #j.r.r. tolkien #soup recipes

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etoiile · 6 months

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"BE BRAVE"

starring chigiri hyoma!

synopsis: after being your roommate for a little over half a year, chigiri can say without a doubt that he's never met someone like you. you're sweet, funny, and just a great friend. but what happens when he wants to be more than that?

warning(s): not proofread but im p sure i didnt grammar correctly, mild swearing, gender neutral reader

notes: i want him your honor

"im back.." you mumbled, kicking off your shoes and practically throwing yourself onto the couch.

"well, dont you sound energetic." he joked as he turned off his phone and sat down next to you. "rough day?"

"ugh you cant even begin to imagine." you grumbled. "shit day. start talking. distract me."

"hmm..." he thought. "my day was pretty uneventful. i got let out early and just caught up on some stuff."

"who were you texting earlier? got any tea?" you questioned sleepily with a yawn. gossip sessions with chigiri were your absolute favorite. whenever he texted someone, there was usually some sort of news. plus, he gossiped like a girl and you were here for it. (sorry but chi is just so freaking canonically girlypop)

"nah. i wish, though. just talking to my older sister about some... stuff." he trailed off, racking his brain for a new subject.

"you hungry?" he asked, motioning towards the kitchen.

"yeah. will you carry me?" you asked tiredly, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. you were too tired to move on your own.

chigiri rolled his eyes at you, but still let you climb onto his back regardless.

as he carried you to the kitchen, he couldn't help the way his heart would leap out of his chest every time you left out a sleepy groan or would shift a little in his hold before nuzzling into his back. he couldn't help but imagine being here with you, in this apartment, though not as roommates or even friends, but lovers. he couldn't help how he could never be mad at you, despite what he'd say. he couldn't help how every time you did literally anything, he could feel himself falling deeper in love with you.

"well, think about it this way, chi." his sister had texted. "you've got two choices before you. confess or dont. correct?"

"yeah"

"WRONG. there's only one choice. by doing nothing, youre doing nothing but self torture. you'll always be thinking about how much you want to hold her but cant, and you'll have to watch her go on dates and even get ready for them. obvi, thats no fun. imo, just go for it, honestly. gotta be brave, yk?"

at the time, chigiri said something along the lines of, "maybe i will, maybe i wont. we'll see." before turning off his phone to greet you.

now, as he thinks about his feelings, he's never been more sure. he's never felt this way about anybody else before. its not like his past relationship where it was thrilling and exciting but exhausting. the way he feels with you is different. you feel safe. warm. comforting. you feel like a warm, sunny breeze after a cold rain. you feel like home. you feel like warmth. you feel like love.

he gently set you down at the kitchen counter before heading to the fridge.

"we dont have much food because SOMEBODY forgot to buy groceries." he teased. "we have fruit, eggs, bread, tobiko roe, rice, and instant ramen."

"yeah, yeah. anyways.." you then started batting your lashes at him like a maniac. "would you mind making me some ramen, my dear, sweet chichi?"

chigiri's heart leapt at the use of the word "my." he could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he quickly turned around.

"yeah, yeah, as you command." he rolled his eyes (for the 349348th time) and got to work.

"dont forget the eggs!"

"just be brave," his sister had said.

pfft. "just be brave?" give him a break! it just wasn't that simple. he couldn't risk the friendship most beloved to him. he just couldn't!

he watched as the seasoning gently bubbled with the noodles as he gently stirred the pot with a pair of wooden chopsticks, humming along to a tune he'd heard on your playlist absentmindedly.

"CHIGIRI?!" you suddenly yelped, clearly taken aback.

"what? is something wrong?" he asked calmly but concerned, praying that you weren't hurt as he set down the chopsticks and ran to you.

his cheeks were met by your palms as you squished his face together. "you're humming "cruel summer" by taylor swift! ive done it! youre a swiftie!" you let go as you squealed and leaped for joy, jumping about.

"chigiri's a swiftie! chichi is a swiftie!"

he chuckled as he watched your antics when suddenly, you crashed into him as you jumped.

you looked up from his chest and were met with his gorgeous pink orbs. it stunned you for a moment. they were so captivating, like they were gently chorusing a beautiful melody. you felt yourself sinking into them when suddenly, you realized the position you were in.

there was maybe an inch or two separating your lips from his. flustered, you quickly drew back, though you didnt exactly want to.

"sorry! um, my bad. i was just thinking! about how your eyes? uh... about how taylor swift has... uh... actually, what am i saying I WAS ACTUALLY-" you stammered as you tried to find an excuse for lingering much too long in his arms. staring into his beautiful eyes. on his chest. his muscular, toned, delicious... STOP.

suddenly, chigiri felt something. it wasn't embarrassment, it wasn't anxiety, it was... bravery.

gently gliding over to your flustered and still stammering figure, chigiri took your hands and looked you in the eye, freezing you.

"y/n, youre my one of my best friends." he said, his melodic voice gently wafting through the air. he then gently leaned down to your ear and in a low whisper, said:

"the thing is though, i dont want you like a best friend."

you were left frozen.

"a lyric from "dress." not bad, am i right?" he asked with a sly grin.

as the great taylor swift said, (in "its time to go") when the words of a sister come back in whisper, he realized that his sister was, as much as he hated to admit it, right. all he needed was to be brave.

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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hello again! first and foremost, thank you for doing my request 100000x more than what i imagined 🙇🏻‍♀️🫶 AND HERE I AM AGAIN lol i can't help but to imagine many scenarios with Haikyuu boys (courtesy of TikTok)

can i possibly request a scenario of atsumu (and whoever haikyuu boy you could imagine that certainly loves socializing) based on the tiktok trend where the boys are having a night out and they give their s/o food/money/or just something that makes their girl happy just to get their permission & telling them not to call/text/bother/find him for the whole night.

for better reference; https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8jbW2rg/

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my beloved bubble anon, FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING A GAJILLION YEARS WITH THIS. i was trying so hard to imagine writing it the right way around but i couldn’t stop myself from doing it the other way around!!!😭😭 i hope you don’t mind .

DONT TEXT ME, DONT CALL ME .

[ atsumu miya , rintarou suna ]

- one [1] ass slap in tsumu’s,touchiness, atsumu healing my daddy issues one ‘sweetheart’ at a time, rintaro almost strips, ALMOST. very soft angst , rin with an attitude lol-

a. miya !

tonight is your little reunion between your highschool friendgroup. fun, right?

no.

well, when you get there it will be but before you do wont. the reason for this is that your man child boyfriend has a habit of following you everywhere- it was actually the only reason he wanted to know everyone you spend time with. so he can always tag along and be with you 24/7, 365. you love him for it and it’s very endearing how he craves your presence but you couldn’t help but want a little alone time with some people that you’ve made memories with.

your group has been planning this about a month in advance, which gave you a month to decide how you wanted to go about keeping tsumu away. you thought about asking his friends to take him out, sending him to run errands but they all made you feel like you were committing a crime and trying to make sure atsumu stays in the dark about it.

discouraged, you had sat down to wallow in your own stupidity and opened your phone. scrolling through tiktok, you had found a solution to all your problems. a little video , no longer than 20 seconds, was gonna secure your fun night out with friends. said video showed a guy giving his girlfriend food in exchange for her not to call, text, email or even think about him. you reckoned that it would work on your blond lover too.

now you practically skip down the stairs barely able to see your feet because of the sheer amount of food in your hands. you even asked samu to make atsumu’s favorite rice balls and picked them up on your way back from work- safely hiding them in your bag. atsumu finally comes into sight when you reach the kitchen. he’s leaned up against the counter, hair messy and his honey eyes focused on the screen of his phone. he only looks up when you nearly trip- and his eyes widen.

“babe, what the hell-?” he tries, but you simply saunter over to the counter and look him dead in his eyes. first, you put everything down infront of you. “i’m going out with my high school friends and- before you ask i still love you- but i wanna go alone,so” atsumu’s eyes shoot up at the uncharacteristic seriousness in your voice, but he allows you to continue. you put down a bag of mcdonald’s, his favorite order with an extra large fry just how he likes, “ do not text me,” you take a bag of kfc , mainly wings that are extra hot because you know he loves to wash it down with coke,” do not call me,” as you put things down, you can see atsumu’s eyebrows drop and a pout grow on his pretty pink lips. finally you present the rice balls that samu made, and a coke, “ don’t email me, or smoke signal me, or anything. okay?” you finally finish, look up at him hopefully.

his lip is jutted out as he glances down at the items you used to bribe him and back to yours. you nearly start tapping your foot impatiently. atsumu leans down so for once, you two are eye to eye level. “ are ya sure you still love me?” he asks you softly. you think for a moment that he’s kidding, but the pause and loud swallow you hear give him away.immediately, you realise that you’ve screwed up. before you can answer, your boyfriend speaks again. “if you didn’t want me to come you could’a asked me to just.. stay here. i would have. ya didn’t have to go and spend all that time bribing me like i’m a mafia boss or somethin’” atsumu sighs, obviously disheartened and now walking away from you. you go to hold his bicep to stop him, but he easily moves out the way without making it look obvious.

you’re feeling really bad now, the dull look in his eyes eating into your tummy. “ i do still love you, tsum, don’t be dumb. i just,” you paused when he looks at you with a raised brow. he looks like he really couldn’t care less about your excuses right now. “i actually don’t have an excuse, i’m just being dumb,” your voice was small, timid from hoping that your boyfriend isn’t too upset. the last thing on your mind is the buzzing phone in your pocket but it’s the first in atsumu’s.

he turns again, getting a glass of water. “ answer it, go. have fun. just text me if you get drunk off your ass and i’ll come get ya, if ya aren’t sleeping at one of your friends’ places.” atsumu instructed you. you bite your lip in thought.quietly , you go up behind him. he pretends to not notice your presence, the warmth of your skin hovering over his clothed back. his eyes stay trained on his very important glass of water. your arms wrap around him gently at first but when you feel no protest, you get comfortable. he tuts, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “ you’re gonna be late, yn. go.” and you nearly cry at him using your first name- but you soon realise that if he did what you had done, you’d be doing a lot worse than calling him a first name.

you inhale. deep, calming, hopeful. “ i’m not going,” you mumbled into his covered flesh. he fights a smile, affection creeping onto his skin. “ why? you seemed pretty interested in it a minute ago? i reckon you should go have fun with your little friends. god knows why ya wanna be here, with me, who you wanted to avoid all night.” as he talks, his tone is more playful , more pouty. you rub a thumb over his tummy, speaking into his back and causing vibrations that seem to warm his soul. “because i realise that i like you more than them and i screwed up,” you say. he nods curtly, eyes shiny with unshed tears that are now going away. “ good. i’m glad you know that.” he says.

your newly free arms are folded as you do your classic awkward smile- waiting for his verdict. “go change. we’re watching mulan.” atsumu tells you. before you walk away, you go closer to him.

“i’m sorry,” you say, tenderly putting a hand on his shoulder. “ i should’ve just asked you like a normal person. i wont do that again, promise.” you know you’re in the clear, his eyes soft and his own hands running up from your hips to your cheeks to hold them. he plants a kiss on your lips, affectionately holding your face until your cheeks squish slightly. “it was funny , kinda,” he mumbles. you huff air out your nose, shaking your head. “barely. i almost made you cry,” you reply. he shrugs. “‘s okay, sweetheart. i forgive ya. i wont crucify my baby just ‘cause ya don’t know how to communicate.” and you laugh at that. he releases your gorgeous face, placing a little slap on your ass. “ go on, get comfy. you got a whooole night of apology cuddles ta give me, lover.”

r. suna !

suna rintaro is apathetic, painfully apathetic.

everyone knows. it’s his resting bitch face, the monotone voice and hooded eyes that make people think that he doesn’t care. for others, it’s true, he doesn’t. when it comes to a news anchor or someone interviewing him he wouldn’t give them any time of his day if he wasn’t forced. he isnt the type to talk without purpose- and until you that purpose was only to tease people, communicate, or pass a sarcastic comment every once and a while.

but to you? suna rintaro was not himself , or what people have ideally plastered together of him in their heads. suna rintaro became rinnie, or rin. the rin who would hold your hands in his when it was cold or rub his cheek against you for fun, rin that kissed your nose and kissed your shoulders after you showered. rin who would lip sync any song he heard in the car to you.

rintarou became a completely different person around you; his walls of steel melting to a puddle and letting you pass. his heart became only for you. something that also changed was how tolerant he became to being around someone, that someone being you. he found himself wanting to be around you always, opting to come with you everywhere and always touching you in some way. no matter how much you writhed or attempted to sway his clinginess it never seemed to ebb away.

that is how you were put into this situation. standing across from him as he lain on your bed- all his favorite food, a new hoodie , and a $100 bill on top of it. he stared at you in absolute disbelief. “ .. so the reason i got you this is because i wanna go to the spa, and no. you cannot come.” you explain to him, tone firm but your heart nearly falling into your ass when he sat up with a bored look on his face. “ are you like,” he starts, picking up the gifts like they were toxic waste- only with two fingers, “ bribing me right now?” he asked. you pondered for a moment, “ basically. i am , yeah.” you reply. he looks up at you, green irises boring into yours as he tries to telepathically say that you’re kidding.

he sighs when he realises that you arent. he gets up, his t shirt draping down his large figure as he collects all the stuff and places it in your arms. “ don’t want it, and let me go shower,” he mumbles, walking past you. you drop the items back onto your shared bed, following him like a lost puppy. the sound of water wafts to your ears as you reach the bathroom, rin now shirtless in front of you. you look at him, confused.

“ showering.. for?” you ponder out loud. he blows air from his nose, pulling his sweat pants down and adjusting the water. your boyfriend, only in boxers, turns to you. “ so we can go to the spa, you silly thing.” he teases , hand coming up to pinch your cheek lovingly. you scoff. “ i just said that you can’t come, rintaro.” and he hisses in faux pain.“full first name? ouch.” your boyfriend jests. before he can hop into the shower, his hands hook around his boxers and-

“rintaro.” you call him sternly and he laughs wholeheartedly. running a hand through his brown hair he’s now inches away from you. “you did say that i can’t come, but you’re wrong. i’m literally getting ready to right now,” he says casually. you poke at his built chest, eyes flitting up beautifully to meet his own. “rintaro i said no, just stay here, you don’t even like the spa,” you were whining now, and his heart squeezed ever so slightly at your childish tone.

“true, i don’ like the spa, but i like you.” he smiles , hands rubbing your shoulders. he places a kiss on your nose, directing you towards the bathroom door. “so, before i get naked infront of you and we both end up staying here, go away.” and before you could protest - he was gone.

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nardo-headcanons · 2 months

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Hi there, nice person. I love your headcanons and I thought maybe I could send some requests. So, how does this work? Can I ask, for example, about your theories for things that bug me and that I never found an explanation for? For example, why the hell do the Akatsuki paint their nails? Not me, of course, I am pretty enough without cosmetics. But those people were so obsessed with nailpolish I could never understand why. Take care and good day!

If it isn't my favorite avenger and revolutionary. Hello there, my dear! That's a perfectly valid thing to ask, and I think there's a reason behind it that goes beyond mere cosmetics. Big thanks to @the-real-sasuke-uchiha for that great question.

Why the hell do the Akatsuki wear nail polish?

Aside from looking menacing as hell, there's a practical reason behind it. Your nails can say a lot about your health, more than you might think. And for several people, this might be a benefit. There's Pain, who's literally an undead corpse. Dead bodies undergo quite some chemical changes, the discoloration of nails is a direct result of that. It's easier to hide it that way, by wearing nail polish.

Then there's your beloved brother Itachi, who is chronically ill. We don't know for certain what kind of illness he has, but if it comes with purpura or any other skin or nail discolorations, this is an easy way to cover it up. Kakuzu is a frankensteinian amalgamation of different bodyparts, I wouldn't be surprised if his hands aren't his own. The discolored fingernail part also applies to him.

Sasori probably doesn't even have fingernails anymore, but painting them on gives it the illusion that he has.

As for the nail polish itself, it is most likely aquired from Kirigakure. Why, you might ask? The water country is known for its extravagant beauty industry, and since the affiliation of rice farmer is a very popular one, nail polish is used as a sealing coat to protect your nails from water damange. Didn't take long until they started mixing colored pigments into it. If osmosis makes your fingers look like a sponge, why not let it happen in style?

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfiction #naruto crack #naruto shitposting #akatsuki headcanons #akatsuki #naruto worldbuilding

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crippledpunks · 2 years

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low energy/mobility food suggestions that aren't ramen for chronically ill and disabled people, taken from my personal recipe book:

- meal replacement shakes my beloved holy shit seriously. keep some around for when you are too sick to move, cook or eat, be it in powder form, or the already made shakes. walmart and other places have generic slim fast and ensure shakes that are way cheaper and just as good. there is also carnation instant breakfast, though they are owned by nestle so if you dont want to support them, avoid that brand.

- boxes of individual sachets of cream of wheat and oatmeal that can be microwaved. no lots or pans just a nice filling meal. cream of wheat can be prepared savory or sweet also!

- stir fry. very simple concept, take whatever vegetables you actually like eating, frozen veggies work great they make stir fry veggie kits, grab a bottle of sauce and whatever protein if you want any. one pan meal unless you also plan on adding rice or noodles, those will bulk it out and make it last for longer, but making rice without a rice cooker is very intensive. this also requires being able to stand or at least be seated in front of your stove for about 20 minutes on average.

- garlic bread or texas toast with cheese. take a thick slice of bread, put some butter, garlic and shredded cheese, place in the oven on a low temp (~350° F depending on your oven) for a few minutes. violá

- tuna, turkey, ham, etc melts. prepare your favorite sandwich like you would normally, add some cheese, butter the bread on the outsides and cook like grilled cheese. makes you feel way more satisfied than you would with a cold sandwich, makes a good low effort warm dinner (great with soup!)

- hummus. keep hummus around if you like it. you can use it as a spread on sandwiches to give them extra protein and you can also just have hummus with bread, bagels, chips, veggies, etc. it's versatile, low energy to prepare and it gives you good energy

- potato salad, macaroni salad, mashed potatoes, coleslaw and any other large "family" side dishes that can be bought from the deli at a supermarket. very filling, zero effort and they last a while

- have one type of bread for sandwiches and a nicer type for toast. trust me on this one. toast is a great meal, but you want your bread to not be sandwich bread. get a loaf of italian bread, sourdough, rosemary bread, or any other cheap large loaves of bread. toast that for just a few minutes in the oven/toaster oven. you will understand the difference when you do.

- canned baked beans or my favorite, canned yams. these will both fill you right up and make you feel like you're having a holiday dinner, baked beans are good at room temperature too if you have no spoons to cook. canned yams/sweet potatoes can be microwaved and have butter, and sugar if you like thrown on top. I've eaten just this as a meal so many times. cans of refried beans are also a blessing to have around

- cheese of all kinds, especially cottage cheese. sometimes I can't figure out what to eat so i just eat some damn cheese and it works. yogurt is also really good to keep around, if you like it, as it also requires no preparation for the most part unless you like to add stuff to it

- keep a box of granola bars or fruit bars around. having a hearty filling snack for when you can't find the energy to do much will save you. loose granola is also a real banger

#actually disabled #chronically chill #chronic pain #chronically ill #chronically disabled #disabled problems #cripplepunk #crip punk

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vilavi-2 · 10 months

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Day 2: LoA Damian x Hero Raven

Damiraeweek 2023 @damirae-week

I'm working on a continuation of my Nanda Parbat story from Chap 23 of Feather Collection. I've still got a lot to get through, but here's a sneak peek! (sorry it's a lil rough)

It’s the middle of Raven’s second winter in Nanda Parbat, just as fiercely cold and cruel as the first. With the Himalayas locked in an icy grip, most stewards and soldiers have been reassigned to warmer, more productive posts. Only a token force of loyal elites remains at the compound to keep the elemental damage at bay and protect it from anyone foolish enough to brave the snowed-in passes, icy climbs, and whiteout stormy skies. And should all those defenses fail, it would only bring them face-to-face with Ra’s and Qalb al Ghul, ready to defend their seat of power.

It’s the best winter of his life, Damian decides, pale green eyes locked implacably on hers. Raven narrows her own back at him before dropping them to the fan of playing cards in her hands. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, and he can feel the slight tap of her foot next to his thigh. She has so many tells, it’s hard to pick his favorite. Still, he doesn’t let his gaze wander to appreciate the bare legs on either side of him, or the flash of Raven’s chest and collar through the loosened pankou knots of her blouse. He instead sits cross legged in front of her with deliberate stillness until she plucks two cards from her hand and lays them face down on the mattress.

“Two,” she says with casual confidence. Damian deals them to her obligingly, smirking at the victorious glint in her eyes when she studies her new hand. It’s not that Raven is a bad liar, or easy to read. It’s that it never even occurs to her to hide from him anymore. As it should be, beloved. Damian looks at his own cards, and exchanges three of them, face devoid of expression as he returns to scrutinizing her.

“Well?”

“I’m in,” Raven replies in that same confident tone. “Robe.”

His lips tick up slightly and Raven betrays a slight hesitation, instantly looking back at her cards as if to make sure she saw them right.

“Call. Shirt.” He motions to her to show her hand and she bites her lip again before slowly turning them around. A flush of diamonds. Damian gives an approving nod. “That’s good,” he tells her. But judging from her light frown and the accusation in her violaceous eyes, she knows she’s beat. He shows her his hand, finally allowing himself a victorious smirk. Full House. “But not good enough.”

Raven’s glaring — pouting, really — but she still undoes the knots down her front and lets him push the garment off her shoulders. Only four rounds in and she’s down to her bra and underwear. Damian hasn’t even gotten his robe off yet.

"How did I let you talk me into this?" she grumbles, hugging her chest and rubbing her arms. A hearth and several well-fed braziers keep the worst of the cold out, but her skin is still breaking out in gooseflesh, disrobed as she is. Raven’s practically sitting in his lap already, so it’s easy to pull her the rest of the way, settling her against his chest and curling both arms hard around her. She burrows into him, as she always does.

“I have no idea why you agreed,” Damian answers, smiling to himself. “You have no aptitude for games, ya amar.” She grumbles an incoherent, indignant sound. He drops a kiss on her bare shoulder.

Nanda Parbat is on winter rations. Rice and millet, salted meat, pickled vegetables. None of her precious teas or anything resembling a delicacy has been able to get through in months. There’s a few cases of amber wine held in reserve to help prevent anyone up here from getting too bored or stir crazy. Not anyone’s idea of a good time.

Except that Raven's here, with him, and unlike last winter when they were still bound in secrecy Damian doesn't have to worry about a future where she might not be. Her crown hangs on one of their bedposts, glinting in affirmation of that fact.

Definitely the best winter of my life, he thinks.

#damirae #demonbirds #damian wayne #raven dc #damirae week 2023 #raven x damian #yes I kinda ripped off that scene from In Time

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (74)

*How to avoid getting bitten by a rainbow snakey snake*

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Anderson, please tell me one interesting fact about District 9.

Androcles: Ok! District 9 is known for its illegal rice cults!😀

Prof.Demigloss: Correct! Another point for Mr. Anderson.

Androcles: Yey!

Lysistrata: That’s not fair. That’s too easy, Professor.

Prof.Demigloss: Fine. I’m deducting 10 points from everyone but me.☺️

Lysistrata: Sir!

Livia: That doesn’t make sense.

Festus: 10 points?! But I only accumulated 8 points this year!

Gaius: I only have 4.

Apollo: I have 2.😀

Prof.Demigloss: Yey! A negative!

Lysistrata: Professor, you can’t do that! That’s not fair!

Prof.Demigloss: Do what?

Lysistrata: Deduct our points!

Prof.Demigloss: I can do whatever I want. I’m a dinosaur.😊

Lysistrata: I’m telling mother!

Prof.Demigloss: Yey! Demerits for everyone!

Domitia: Lizzie!

Livia: Thanks a lot, Vickers.

Lysistrata: I did nothing wrong!

Clemensia: I’m telling the Dean!

Diana: Really?

Clemensia: No. I’m telling Lepidus Malmsey and Capitol News.

Felix: Is that even allowed?

Prof.Demigloss: I’m going back to sleep now. Wake me up before my next break.

Coryo: Professor, please! I need my points back! I need to land on top!

Prof.Demigloss: Good for you, Crassus Snow. Goodnight.

Coryo: Professor!

Sejanus: I can always land on top of you, my love!😍

Coryo: Not now, Babe!

Sejanus: Kiss!��

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Plinth!

Sejanus: Yes?

Prof.Demigloss: If you and your sugar baby want to “make love” in front of the class-

Coryo: I’m his fiancé!

Prof.Demigloss: Sugar baby.

Sejanus: What should I do? Should I get a camera? 5 cameras?

Lysistrata: I have a camera!

Domitia: Take mine too!

Prof.Demigloss: Then please return my beloved Mr. Fluffy Feet-

Sejanus: I can’t.

Prof.Demigloss: Why not?! I need him! He’s my spy cam teddy bear!

Sejanus: Not anymore.

Prof.Demigloss: Return my expensive teddy bear! He belongs to me!

Androcles: No! Mr. Fluffy Feet belongs to me now! I’m his new best friend and partner in crime!

Prof.Demigloss: I bought him with my own paycheck, you thief!

Androcles: I found him, I keep him!

Prof.Demigloss: How could you?! You stole my poor teddy bear from me!😭

Sejanus: But Mr. Fluffy Feet is currently hiding in Dr. Gaul’s lab.

Prof.Demigloss: That’s why you have to return him to me. I’m scared.😞

Sejanus: Can’t. Sorry.

Prof.Demigloss: You’re not sorry.

Androcles: Sorry not sorry.

Prof.Demigloss: Is this because I illegally sold all of your pretty feet pics without the government’s permission?

Felix: You sold our feet pics?!

Prof.Demigloss: Online.😊

Gaius: You have my feet pics?!

Prof.Demigloss: Professor Sickle gave them to me for free.😊

Vipsania: My auntie gave what?!

Prof.Demigloss: She collects them. It’s her new secret hobby.

Livia: Ew. Were they ugly?

Prof.Demigloss: Half of them were either pretty or blurry.

Livia: Was mine the prettiest?

Prof.Demigloss: No. Snow’s, Creed’s, Ring’s, and Ravinstill’s were the prettiest of the bunch.

Livia: Of course they were.🙄

Diana: Which Ring?

Prof.Demigloss: Apollo Ring.

Diana: Figures.😔

Apollo: Yey! I’m pretty!

Hilarius: How about mine?😀

Prof.Demigloss: Ugly AF.

Vipsania: I don’t want to know!

Hilarius: How much?

Prof.Demigloss: How much what?

Hilarius: How much money did you make?

Prof.Demigloss: A million bucks.

Hilarius: One million bucks?!

Prof.Demigloss: I even auctioned off some of them last week.

Felix: You can legally auction off our feet pics without President Gran Gran’s permission?!

Prof.Demigloss: My dearest Felix, your granduncle was even one of my top buyers.

Felix: Nevermind. I don’t want to know.

Prof.Demigloss: I even auctioned off some of your old red skirts last month. It was fun.

Apollo: Is that even allowed?

Diana: I bought the skirts.

Lysistrata: Diana, how could you?!

Diana: I’m a skirt collector.

Lysistrata: Give them back!

Diana: No.

Festus: I want my shares!

Gaius: Mine too!

Coryo: But who the heck bought our pretty feet pics online?!

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Heavensbee Sr.

Coryo: Of course he did.😑

Peacekeeper Joe: *runs in and salutes* Professor!

Prof.Demigloss: Hello, Officer Jovilius! How are you? How’s life?

Peacekeeper Joe: Stressed and underpaid as always, Professor.

Prof.Demigloss: Good for you.☺️

Peacekeeper Joe: Dr. Gaul wants to see Mr. Snow and Ms. Dovecote in her “totally legal” laboratory right now.

Prof.Demigloss: What for?

Peacekeeper Joe: I don’t know.

Festus: Is she going to buy our feet pics too?

Felix: I hope not.

Peacekeeper Joe: Are they still available?

Everyone: No.

Peacekeeper Joe: I’m sad now.

Felix: Thank Panem.

Peacekeeper Joe: Well, I still need Mr. Snow and Ms. Dovecote to come with me.

Sejanus: Can I come too? My beloved darling Snow Bae needs me.🥰

Peacekeeper Joe: No.

Coryo: I need my rich sugar daddy. I’m scared.

Festus: Me too!

Felix: And me!

Lysistrata: Let me join the fun!

Peacekeeper Joe: You can’t.

Clemensia: Officer, they’re my idiots. Please let them join us.

Peacekeeper Joe: I said no.

Coryo: Hilarius will give you his pretty feet pics for free.

Hilarius: I will?

Coryo: Yes, you will.

Peacekeeper Joe: Fine! All of you may join us!

Everyone: Yey!

Peacekeeper Joe: But be careful, be quiet, and behave!

Gaius: No promises.

Prof.Demigloss: Can I-

Peacekeeper Joe: No. You’re old. Dr. Gaul hates old people.

Prof.Demigloss: But she’s old too!

Peacekeeper Joe: And you’re a crusty dinosaur who needs to retire.

Prof.Demigloss: Crispus is sad now.

Apollo: Bye, Professor! See you later!☺️

Prof.Demigloss: Goodbye, children. Bring me 3 blueberry waffles and a cup of expensive coffee on your way back.

Gaius: Sure! Livia will buy you 10!

Livia: Ew. No.

*2 hours later, inside Dr. Gaul’s creepy “totally legal” laboratory*

Apollo: Yo, guys, look at that!

Coryo: Look at what?

Apollo: That! *points at a random glass jar* It has an ugly lobster monster mutt inside!

Festus: Cool! Let’s touch it!

Apollo: Maybe it can even slow dance and sing a song for us!😀

Felix: I hope not.

Livia: I’m telling mother.

Androcles: I’m going to steal that lobster monster later.☺️

Felix: Good for you.

Diana: Guys, look at that! It’s a big ass glass with a lot of wiggly candy worms inside!

Lysistrata: Those things aren’t wiggly candy worms!

Diana: Yes, they are.

Lysistrata: Those are baby snakes!

Coryo: Rainbow snakes.

Livia: Obviously.🙄

Festus: Let’s talk to them!

Androcles: Let’s steal one!

Felix: Where’s Dr. Gaul?

Peacekeeper Joe: She’s still in her private break room sipping hot tea.

Festus: Good! Let’s feed those rainbow snakey snakes before that crazy doctor kicks us out!

Coryo: With what?

Festus: What what?

Coryo: What are we going to feed them? Our limbs?

Sejanus: *pulls a body bag out of nowhere* I have a large sack of gumdrops and bread crumbs with me.

Coryo: Ok. Let’s feed them- Scratch that. Let’s feed me first.

Festus: And me! I’m hungry.

Coryo: Babe, feed me.

Sejanus: Anything for you, my love!

Gaius: *takes out his lunchbox* But can I feed them these tiny cheese cubes?

Festus: Do snakes even like cheese?

Gaius: Everyone likes cheese.

Coryo: Where did you get those cheese cubes anyway? Did my crazy cousin and her annoying cheese fairies gave them to you?

Gaius: No. A drunk Professor Click gave them to me for free!

Coryo: Well, that’s unfortunate.

Gaius: Why?

Coryo: I’m pretty sure that “Miss Alcoholic Click” laced those cheese cubes of yours with either posca, whiskey, or both.

Festus: At least it’s not cyanide.

Sejanus: Or rat poison.😀

Gaius: But can a baby snake even become a proud alcoholic like Professor Click?

Coryo: I don’t know.

Festus: Let’s test it out!

Gaius: Yeah! Alcoholic baby snakes! Let’s go! *throws the cheese cubes inside the snakes’ enclosure*

Hilarius: I have a question!

Clemensia: No.

Hilarius: Do rainbow snakes like to eat apple tarts or banana bread?

Lysistrata: I have an apple tart!

Diana: Can they eat oranges?

Apollo: How about grapes?

Hilarius: I’ll throw a banana just to be sure.

Clemensia: Sure of what?

Hilarius: I don’t know. I just want to throw a banana.

Coryo: Just throw everything in.

Diana: Ok. Whatever you say, Snowy!

Everyone: *throws every snack available inside the glass cage*

Gaius: Look! They’re all eating my tiny cheese cubes!

Hilarius: And my banana.

Clemensia: Shouldn’t we be worried about our own safety?

Gaius: What safety? We’re just feeding Dr. Gaul’s baby snakes.

Coryo: Clemmie, do you want to feed the rainbow snakes too?

Clemensia: No.

Coryo: You can feed them a gumdrop.

Clemensia: Fine. One gumdrop and we’re done. *throws a red gumdrop inside the glass cage* Happy?

Coryo: Look at that, Clemmie! They ate your red gumdrop.

Clemensia: Really?

Coryo: They’re now happy!

Sejanus: Have another one, Clem.

Clemensia: Give me the whole sack.

Sejanus: Yey!

Androcles: I’m still stealing one.

Peacekeeper Joe: Well, you do you. Goodbye. I’m going outside. Peace!

Lysistrata: Bye, Officer Jovilius!

Peacekeeper Joe: Just call me Joe.

Coryo: Bye, Joe.

Peacekeeper Joe: Bye, losers.

Dr.Gaul: *walks in* Ah! Mr. Snow! Ms. Dovecote- Why the f*ck are you all here?!

Gaius: We’re feeding your rainbow snakey snakes for free!

Apollo: You’re welcome.☺️

Dr.Gaul: Get away from my babies!

Felix: That’s rude. We’re still feeding and they’re still eating.

Dr.Gaul: Stop feeding my snakes!

Festus: Why? They’re happy!

Dr.Gaul: You’re ruining my project!

Hilarius: They ate my banana.

Dr.Gaul: F*ck your banana!

Androcles: Guys! *grabs a snake* I can hold and hug them now!

Dr.Gaul: Don’t touch-

Diana: Andie, get another one! I wanna hold a baby snake too!

Apollo: Me too!

Androcles: Here you go. *gives Diana a snake* A yellow and blue baby snakey just for you.

Diana: Yey! He’s mine now!

Apollo: Let’s name him Scamander!

Diana: Our pretty baby Scamander!

Felix: Can I have one too?🥺

Androcles: Sure! Here’s a pretty pink one just for you, Class Pres! *gives a cute snake to Felix*

Felix: Thanks. I’ll name this one ✨Little Saturninus✨.

Coryo: That’s a cool name.

Sejanus: Let’s name our firstborn son ✨Saturninus✨, Coryo!

Coryo: Sure. I approve.

Sejanus: And let’s name our firstborn daughter ✨Cassiopeia✨!

Coryo: I like Cassandra better.

Sejanus: Cassiopeia’s better.

Lysistrata: Cassandra Cassiopeia Lysistrata Plinth!😀

Sejanus: No. Your name is too long and too complicated, Lizzie. Sorry.

Lysistrata: Really?

Coryo: It’s also connected to an old but infamous viral disease.

Lysistrata: Which one?

Coryo: Rabies.

Lysistrata: I knew it.😔

Sejanus: Cassiopeia Plinth it is!

Coryo: Babe, my love, you can name our firstborn son ✨Saturninus Xanthos Plinth✨. How about that?

Sejanus: Saturninus Sejanus Xanthos Plinth?!🥹

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you want.

Sejanus: Whatever I want?😍

Coryo: As long as I name our firstborn daughter ✨Cassandra Coriolana Xanthe Plinth✨.

Sejanus: Deal!

Dr.Gaul: What the actual f*ck.

Androcles: Yo, I got my rainbow snake! Let’s go! *runs away*

Dr.Gaul: F*ck this. I’m going home.

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Happy Audio Drama Sunday!! When I was a non-teacher adult I thought to myself, surely as a child I exaggerated the desperate need for summer break. Now that I am a teacher adult, I can admit that I was. Wrong. I need a break, but luckily I have time for this.

Here's what I listened to this week!

@ourstoriedinsight's season finale was this week and wow. Wow. The way this show so effortlessly dances on ideas of trust, truth, and ethics while telling a story of four (five? Sir George count?) ridiculous and reluctant heroes who have only a dead friend in common is staggering. This episode especially, as you can see how they really drew together against (and then with) Sage. I love them, your honor. And I would also let Rain be my lawyer. Everyone listen to Our Storied Insight.

Jeez louise @camlannpod, can you give a girl a break? I am so glad Gwaine’s okay, and I’m fascinated by the mistrust Peredur has for him, even after they tried to track him over hill and dale. And I am SO worried about what's about to happen next. I wonder what Dai's going to do about it. I wonder if he'll do anything (please, Dai, do something).

This week's episode of Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club had me rolling. Look, I knew the title going in ("It's French for A Horny Party") and I still cackled when the line appeared in the episode. Josie, I hope you continue changing for the better. Also it inspired me to make beans and rice for dinner and that was a wild success.

When Karim Kronfli showed up at the beginning of the season of Among the Stars and Bones, I was excited, but holy heck. The performances in this show. Oh, right, and the twist at the end--you know, I really should have expected things to get a million times worse, based on how last season went, but this is a MILLION times worse. How are they gonna get out of this one folks???

@keepitsteadypod KEEP IT STEADY IS BACK KEEP IT STEADY MY BELOVED. Things are REALLY going places between Zach and Gabe now and neither of them know it. I love high schoolers, they're so dumb. Admit you like each other, dummies. Shoutout to our great good school nurse trying to fight for kids, and I thought the reveal about Zach's past was remarkably done. I love this show.

In relistening news, Life with Althaar again (what's up, @geminicollisionworks!). I rarely relisten to shows, but this one is worth my while every time. Listen to Life with Althaar, a silly space sitcom that gets Not So Silly when the story decides to commit to the bit. Althaar, I would die for you.

Inn Between is truckin right along with 5.9 this week, which I found absolutely delicious to watch the actors bring to life. It’ll be outdone only by the episode next week. In zombie news, boy oh boy, this week we're doing some recording for The Dead that I'm very worried about but ready for the challenge of. It involves directing singers in a language I do not speak! Lol pray for me. If I can make it til school ends, maybe I'll have some other news as well! Keep a weather eye out.

Hey, want to help me satiate my sudden summer cravings for fun drinks? Buy me a ko-fi!

See y'all next week!

#audio drama sunday #audio fiction #audio drama #fiction podcast #freaking podcasts #josie's lonely hearts club #camlann #our storied insight #among the stars and bones #keep it steady podcast #life with althaar

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❝MY LETTER TO YOU, MY DARLING❞

010. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔—'with desperation from my love filled heart.'

📬 there's a letter for you in your mailbox!

My love,

You already know what I'll say, don't you? Come back, please. Other than sending you my beloved stash of cookies and novels as a request from a lovesick detective, I'm not sure what else can work, hence find them in the brown pouch with the letter. Regardless, I hope you're faring well and Liyuen air hasn't been too harsh on you.

As an expert detective, I'm certain you would know of the bottles of rice wine I often keep in small stashes in the upper cupboards of the kitchen. Long story short, when the retainer of the Kamisato clan came over at my house once, his gaze fell upon the bottles and immediately an offer was kept—I give him the wine, he gives me Lord Ayato's favour. Of course, that isn't how Thoma worded his intention, quite coy he is, though that was the intention beneath it regardless.

Quite funny it was—for all his innocent charm, I never would have expected him to have a liking for wine. Nonetheless, we're out of stock now, and I am in dire need of a drink or two. Reason being that a new drama club has opened in Inazuma, they're of Fontainian origin I've heard, and the play they're airing is one much too similar to how I courted you and it's making me quite nostalgic.

Do you remember how I proposed to you on the last day of the Summer Festival? You were wearing gold and orange then, and I wore red and bronze to compliment your taste. We'd walked down to the river bank, trying everything out, and I'd even bought five koi fish, all of whom you let open in the river. I had wanted to object then, but the way you smiled and the way the fireworks shone down on you—I was rendered speechless. And then, as you know, the golden words left my mouth, reached your ears and we joined lips and then Yoimiya came—and while I hated the interruption then, all these memories send a funny feeling in my tummy.

My, my, this is making me very emotional now. Please come soon, I don't think I can stand being all alone in this quaint home. Oh, and please also don't mind if I buy another bottle of rice wine—you know I can't process emotions without being high. I'm looking forward to watching plays with you at this opera house that has opened recently.

Itto's being a pain, Shinobu is a life saviour, Yoimiya is having fun and misses you. Thoma said to wish you luck for your journeys but I don't like him so don't take it very seriously, you have all my love regardless. I haven't spotted Ayaka but Thoma joked about how miserable the lady was without her dear friends for company. Ayato's your boss so I can't speak ill of him, but really, he has weird choices.

I saw him having rice with dango milk, and honestly? After all this workload, I think you might spot me doing the same in a few days.

I think this is getting too long. I have a lot to say, but the night's getting quieter and it's time to rest.

See you soon my love,

Yours,

Heizou.

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#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #💌my letter to you my darling #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou #genshin heizou #heizou x you

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Room's on Fire: Jonah

Jonah Hanson x F!OC

AU story for Rooms on Fire, with my OC, Jonah Hanson

Summary: Jonah let's off some steam.

Warnings: piv sex, rough sex, ass smacking and face covering and nails digging into skin hard, mentions of blood, it's all consensual. aftercare.

Written for my beloved @umnitsathank you for all your support of Jonah <3 Man deserves it

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There wasn't much time for romancing. Jonah was a busy man, has was captain of the guard, trying to keep the community safe at the very least. He had to plan patrols, try to make sure people were getting on okay, the guards were trained... and the girl living in the house now. She had begun to take a lot of time, even though Rey was her primary guard now. Rey was about the only person he trusted with her, and that was because Iris hated almost everyone, and she loved him.

So, often times Jonah's free time was spent either trying to get Iris to acknowledge and talk to him. Other times he was drunk in his room fucking his fist just to feel some relief. But, on small occasions Jonah found time to take pretty girl, bend her over something and give them both a good time.

She did deliveries to the mansion, and Jonah always tried to catch her. Someone had to let her in, and it was usually him. As long as Iris was doing something else, he'd pull her into the storage room and bend her over a few bags of rice. After, he'd help her carry the boxes and bags in.

That's were he was right now, railing her with her dress pushed up over her ass.

"Mmmmm, Jonah..." She whines, making Jonah speed up his thrusts and her to cry out. She was always so vocal, so loud, that's what he liked about her. "Gonna cum, Jonah..."

"Cum on my cock, baby, I got you." His fingers dug into her plush thighs, feeling the fat of her squish against him. He liked his partners on the thicker side, if he were choosing, but honestly he was just happy when he got sex. Jonah was very lucky that she was exactly his body type. Thick curves and heavy weight he loved feeling pressed against him when she's on top.

"JONAH!" She cried out, cumming around him in strong pulses, screaming his name again and again until Jonah had to slap a hand over her mouth. He wanted to hear her, he wanted to make her scream without fear of getting caught but he couldn't. His love for his daughter was used against him, and his love for Marcus's child would be exploited soon enough. He didn't need more innocent people caught up in his shit. He didn't love her. He didn't know her well enough to love her... but he cared about her.

When her second orgasm of the day blended into a third with the way he was fucking her, Jonah pulled back to smack her asscheek, smiling at the way it jiggled for him. He continued to rail her, his hips smacking into her, the slap, slap, slap on skin on skin out of time with his grunts. He was desperate for his release, feral for her, snarling in her ear but he wasn't ready for it to be done yet. Who knew when his next chance would be?

Jonah pulled out, manhandling her to stand and pushing her against a wall with her leg hitched up and he entered her again. His chest pressed against hers, still dressed incase they were caught. He pounded into her tight cunt, lifting her dress up enough where he could watching himself enter her, watching her stretch to take him.

And there was a lot to take.

His hand wondered to her other leg, propping that up as well. The only thing keeping her upright were his strong arms and the way his chest was pressed her against her body.

She sounded hesitant. "Jonah?"

"I got you, baby" Jonah muttered against the neck he pressed wet kisses into. "I got you." He licked a stripe from her collarbone to her jaw, making her shutter and her pussy clench around him. He had her.

Jonah's mouth couldn't stop talking, all his pent up frustration and anger and guilt and pressure always came out when he fucked her.

"Gonna fuck this tight little slit until you cum again, till you can't fucking walk. God I wish I could fill you up, let everyone know who you belong to when your belly swells with my child, god! Fuck, you gonna cum again, baby? Gonna come for a forth time like the needy slut you are? Yeah, yeah you are." He squeezed her ass cheek hard, wanting to mark up her pale skin, to leave some kind of reminder of him. She had the same idea, her dominate arm wrapped around his neck for support and her other on his hip. She dug her nails painfully sharp into the little fat that was on his slim, muscled hips.

Jonah hissed at the pain as she cut into him, feeling the fragile flesh break and he groaned into her mouth as he claimed it once more.

"Something to remember me by" She whispered as she dug deeper, unrelenting. Jonah felt blood at his side, revealing in the pain and using the spike to spur him on. Slam, slam, slam! Jonah wanted if he could break a hip bone from fucking too hard. Probably not, but he was going to try. He fucked into her with everything he had until he was swallowing her cries of another orgasm from her throat.

As soon as she finished cumming around him, Jonah let her down easy as he pulled out and she positioned herself onto her knees. Jonah stood before he, legs spread and his button down hanging loose on his lean body. Looking down at her pretty face, Jonah jerked his cock, only having a moment before he spurted all over her. Cum fell from her forehead to her chin, dribbling down her neck even as he tried to aim at her stuck out tongue. She looked so eager and willing, smiling as he desecrated her face.

When he finally finished, letting out a low groan as the last drops fell onto her tits in her low cut dress. He liked to think she wore it for him.

Jonah got a clean washcloth for her before anything else, opening a water bottle and wetting it to clean off her face. He was tender as he did so, careful not to let the rough clothe harm he sensitive skin. He know she had a tendency to be red-faced. No more soft face wash anymore. Once she was clean, he handed her her panties and dressed himself, pulling his jeans and underwear over the grey patch of hair below his navel in one go. Then, he rest rapped his gun and holster, having taken that off and placed it safely on a shelf.

"You ready, baby?" He extended a hand to her, pulling her off the floor as she smiled. He enjoyed letting off steam, and four orgasms later it seemed like she enjoyed them too. It was nice, after long days and so much work, constantly worrying about his two girls, and drinking himself to sleep every night just to get a few hours of rest before waking up from nightmares... This was a rare reprieve. The girl had told him she dreamed of her dad burning still... how could Jonah explain he dreamed of Marcus too?

Jonah and her walked out of the storage room where they promptly ran into Rey, with a big smile on his face. Great, he was going to tell Iris and it was going to be a whole thing... unless Rey didn't think anything was going on? He could be oblivious sometimes...

"Hey Jonah!" He also greeted the delivery girl. "You guys putting thing away? I was just coming by to see if you needed help."

"Oh, yeah!" She answered without missing a beat. "That would be great!" And she lead the men towards her delivery cart.

"Oh man, you okay?" Rey asks and points to Jonah's hip. Blood from her nails was bleeding through his shirt.

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