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ozzgin · 3 months

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Hai, beloved....❤️✨

I've liked your blog for a long time and I came here to make a request With the six Handsome Yokai, muehehe ~

With fem reader who is the wife of the Yokai (separately) and is a woman who turns out to be a beautiful and elegant Oni please...❤️💋

Of course! My apologies for the delay, it always takes some time to get back into the mood for a certain story. This will be a yokai harem week hopefully. :D I'm very glad you're still around, Strawberry. 💕

Yandere! Yokai Harem AU: Oni! Reader

Featuring the six demon boyfriends - now husbands! - and a female oni reader.

Content: female reader, monster romance

[Main Story] [Character Guide] [Boyfriend Headcanons]

Murasaki

Murasaki needs time to accustom himself to any change in the relationship. You've gotten so close that you now wear his wedding ring, but strangely enough, he will be somewhat distant and shy in the first month after marriage. Mind you, he married you specifically because he cannot envision his life without your presence in it. Yet every time he glances at you, his cheeks burn in embarrassment, and he quickly looks away with a huff. It feels different. You're as beautiful as always, except now you bear the title of his wife. It's an intimacy he's never experienced before, making him nervous. Murasaki does not like uncertainty. How do people get used to it? Additionally, he will be extra protective and particularly caustic towards potential threats. You've had to hold him back from slashing a mere passerby once. "What're you looking at a married woman for? The road is straight ahead, asshole!"

Kiritsubo

Kiritsubo has always been a clingy and affectionate partner and you didn't think it could get any worse. Then you got married. On one hand, it has certainly helped his struggle of feeling insecure and inadequate. Can you blame him? You're stunning, often catching the eye of demons and humans alike. It was difficult to imagine someone like you would be pleased to have him as a partner. Yet here you are by his side, wearing the ring he's given you to tie the knot. He couldn't be any happier. A newfound sense of pride has flooded his entire being. Perhaps he is meant to be yours, after all. On the other hand, he's glued to your side even more so than before. You're married, which means you're basically one, right? It means you can be even more intimate. "Oh, you're preparing a bath for us? I can't wait!"

Suma

"Beauty and the Beast" is a fitting comparison for your relationship with Suma, and not just appearance-wise. You're elegant and well-mannered, while the yokai man is, well...nonchalant is one way to describe it. He is loud, carefree, and unapologetically violent. He loves fighting almost as much as he loves you. In the eyes of most people, you're an unusual pair. Despite everything, Suma can be very gentle, especially when it comes to you. And if he does get too enthusiastic, you're thankfully not as frail as one would believe. You are a powerful oni, after all. He's the kind of guy that will shout "This is my wife" so the whole perimeter knows not to mess with you.

Yuugiri

Yuugiri might just be the perfect match for someone of your status. He is equally good-looking, with androgynous features and distinguished manners. A perfect, charming husband according to many. He knows exactly how to sweep you off your feet and loves to spoil you with compliments. The snake yokai is very proud to have you as his wife. The downside to this is that he can be extremely jealous. If he suspects someone is trying to flirt with you, know that he is already planning their demise. He'll flash you a confident smile while pondering ways to torment the bastard. Don't worry, he will be equally ruthless if someone tries to get close to him instead.

Sakaki

Ah, Sakaki. Your very own gloomy husband, plagued by doubt and fear. Once again, an intriguing pair to outsiders. The depressed, melancholic yokai and his gorgeous, bright oni wife. Yet this is the very reason the demon has fallen in love with you: you're the light in his darkness, the hope in his despair. He proposed to you in the way most expected of him: a ring in one hand, and a noose in the other. "It's you for eternity, or death. You may seal my fate." Life with him won't change much after tying the knot. Although he might get a little more confident now that you have made things official. "Excuse me, you're flirting with my tomb partner. We'll be sharing a coffin one day; you don't stand a chance."

Sekiya

Sekiya will take forever to propose to you, mostly out of fear. Despite your best attempts to reassure him of your love, he is still very much crippled by the fear of rejection. What if you say no? What if you change your mind at the very last moment? You're an alluring, charismatic oni that could easily find someone better than him. His chances are slim. Thankfully it will tone down once you're officially married. He might even come out of his shell and dare to be a little more assertive. "That's MY ring on her finger, j-just so you know", he'll warn, proudly. (It was a jewelry maker asking you what style you prefer)

#yandere yokai harem #yokai harem #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #oni reader #yokai x reader #monster romance #monster husband

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 1 year

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Request honkai star :

Kafka, Natasha and himeko with a malewife reader (Oh mah Gah 🤭🫠)

Them with a reader that’s spouse material

characters: Kafka / Natasha / Himeko x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Since I wanted to make this more suitable for everyone I decided to slightly alter it to something more akin to a post I wrote for Ei, Yae and Kujou Sara with a similar premise. I hope you don’t mind

Hopefully this still matches what you envisioned, I tried my best, although "malewife" didn't give me *that* much to work with.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Kafka

Telling Kafka what she was allowed to do and what she wasn’t was an easy way to lose her attention. Even Elio was careful enough with their words when telling her the “script”, knowing that giving her information about the future was of no use when she wasn’t listening.

And while this certain aspect of her personality didn’t just magically vanish when receiving an earful from you about her carelessness, it at the very least felt somewhat more tolerable.

It felt fair enough to say that seeing Kafka return with one or two new bruises added to the increasingly growing list of injuries she endured over the years, didn’t exactly fill you with euphoria. Quite the opposite. As you hurried over to her side to inspect the wounds from up close however, you were greeted with the sound of one of her chuckles, causing you to send a quick glare in her direction.

“Anything you have to say for yourself, Miss Kafka?”, you questioned her, your voice not sharing the same contentment as her face did.

“It’s nothing serious. I just got a little too into it”, she responded before making her way over to the nearest chair and exposing her wounded shoulder, the things that were about to follow having become something of a routine by now.

While a part of you wanted to chide her far more for how willingly she threw herself at enemies, you knew well enough by this point that it wasn’t going to make any difference, quickly grabbing whatever medical supplies you could get your hands on before making your way over to her and beginning to treat her injuries.

“That’s it? I expected more to come from you”, she asked with a small smirk on her face, causing you to let out a small sigh.

“We both know that lambasting you is nothing but a waste of breath”, you explained while applying a bit of alcohol on a piece of cloth before putting it on her wound, not even receiving the slightest flinch from her.

“Can you at least promise me that you’ll try to be more careful?”

“I’ll try.” Seeing Kafka’s lips curl into a smile made it difficult to stay angry or frustrated with her and before you knew it, yours had done the same.

You gave her 2 weeks tops until she’d get wounded again.

Natasha

There weren’t many things Natasha loved more than the children of the underground, and while the clinic was always open for them to visit and play around in whenever their parents had to work in the mines, there were times even she felt overwhelmed by them, especially considering how much changed in such a short time.

You may not have been as good as Natasha when it came to dealing with children, often not exactly knowing how to handle their boundless energy, but in times like these, when she not only had to handle the rest of the wounded from the recent clashes in the mines, but also had to coordinate everything to reintegrate the underground with the world above the surface, the least you could do is keep the children entertained enough not to bombard her with *too* many questions.

When Natasha came back from her “little” wildfire meeting, she half expected to get swarmed by Hook and her moles almost instantly, only for the clinic to be suspiciously quiet. For a moment, she started to prepare herself for the little girl jumping out from somewhere in an attempt to scare her, the words she was about to say ready to leave her mouth the moment she opened it… but still. Nothing.

It was only then, that she heard Hook’s voice ring out from outside, prompting her to quickly go and investigate.

“What happened then?!”, Julian asked loud enough for any bystanders to clearly hear him, staring with wonder in his eyes as you tried your hardest to remember how the story continued, only for Hook to chime in.

“Yeah, what happened then? Did they manage to defeat him?”, she practically demanded an answer, the three childrens fixed gazes being enough for you to almost buckle underneath them.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your little story time, but you’ll have to be patient to find out how it continues. I’ll need s/o to help me with a few patients, but I’m sure they’ll be happy to tell you later”, Natasha’s voice rang out just in time to save you from Hook’s stare to change into a glare. But instead of causing you to let out a sigh of relief, your head immediately shot up at her mentioning of patients, having been sure that you took care of them already..

But before you could say anything, she signalled you to come along, causing you to walk past the children with an apologetic smile, hearing them complain about Natasha ruining the show, but not doing anything else.

“Didn’t we already take care of-”, you opened your mouth to ask the moment the door closed behind the two of you, only to get cut short almost as quickly as you quickly got pulled into a hug.

“Thanks for entertaining Hook and her friends. I know you aren’t the best with children, so I appreciate it. I know I’m busy right now, but once all of this is done I’ll make sure to repay you for all of your work”, she whispered just loud enough for you to hear her, causing your face to light up somewhat as you began fidgeting with your fingers.

“It’s nothing. I’m sure anyone would have done that”, you tried to play it down, never having been too good with praise, before quickly changing the subject.

“So anyway. There are no new patients, right?”, you asked before looking around, only for Natasha to let out a small chuckle.

Himeko

Himeko’s coffee was an acquired taste. While some would call it too bitter and “difficult to swallow”, real coffee lovers knew to appreciate its taste. Unfortunately for you however, you didn’t count yourself among those connoisseurs, normally having to add a truck's worth of ingredients to make it possible for you to even think about downing one. The thought of drinking one without any milk like you had heard Himeko suggest to others countless of times filling you with internal dread, even if you were excellent at hiding it.

It wasn’t every day that you decided to bake something for the rest of the crew, the clean-up the kitchen required to keep Pom-Pom from having a mental breakdown not exactly being something you enjoyed. But since today was a special occasion, being Dan Heng, March and your newest member returning from their first mission, you decided to bite the bullet for once.

The moment you entered the Parlor with the cake in one hand and plates and forks in the other, you became a person of interest. March grabbing the first few plates from you before you even had the chance to register her, all too eager to get the first piece of the cake.

“Seeing as today is a day of celebration, you may eat in here. But if you get anything dirty you’ll wish you weren't born”, Pom-Pom warned you all, although their glaring at March made it somewhat obvious that they had someone specific in mind, causing a nervous giggle from her.

“I’ll go make myself some hot chocolate, do you also want some?”, she offered after jumping back up from her seat, making her way to the door only to stop shortly afterwards.

“Isn’t hot chocolate for children?”, the trailblazer asked, immediately causing an argument to break out between the two of them, one that Himeko was all too happy to just watch before turning her face towards you.

“Do you want something to drink? I can make you a cup of coffee.” If March hadn’t been too busy arguing, she might have tried to help you out of your situation, but left on your own, you nodded before being able to think it over, not wanting to disappoint her, considering how proud she always seemed about her coffee.

It didn’t take long before Himeko returned with the promised drink, placing a cup on the table in front of you before pouring some of it in, quickly repeating the process with her own cup before sitting down opposite of you.

Trying your hardest to ignore how dark the coffee was while still keeping up with your conversation, you eventually decided to take a sip. The word “bitter” alone came nowhere near to describe its taste, and while your composure managed to hang on by a thread, the fight to get it to go down your throat was harder than any monster that ever challenged you.

“Bitter?” Himeko asked with a smile, not needing your answer in any way to decipher what you had to say, but finding your reaction to be a nice source of amusement.

“That’s how-”, you began to respond, only to stop yourself when the bitter taste still didn’t leave your mouth, a shiver running down your spine, “ -coffee’s supposed to be after all.”

“It’s great to hear that you share the sentiment. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the aftertaste”, she stated with another smile, although you weren’t too sure if it was a genuine one or used in order to hide just how amusing she found the whole scene.

Before long, you saw Himeko refill the cup you had so struggled to empty, all the while enthusiastically telling you about different brewing methods, causing you to wonder if accepting her offer was the right decision.

Whether you really liked her coffee or just drank it to please her, by the time she was done with you, you’d be a black coffee lover like her… or at least accustomed enough to the bitterness to pretend to.

#hsr kafka #hsr kafka x reader #kafka x y/n #kafka x you #kafka x reader #natasha x reader #hsr natasha #hsr natasha x reader #himeko #hsr himeko #hsr himeko x reader #himeko x reader #himeko x y/n #himeko x you

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bloodpen-to-paper · 1 year

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You wanna know something real fuckin ironic?

Rei was already letting Miri go. He and Kazuki agreed to have her go with Misaki, and for the two of them to cut all contact. Rei was on the path to becoming the Suwa heir, free of distractions. He was becoming detached again, thinking he could never change. Shigeki already had what he wanted.

And yet, that wasn't enough. Shigeki got greedy, and that greed made him nervous. It made him fumble.

Because by having a distant source that Rei would no longer be distracted by, but was still attached to, not only did Shigeki have Rei where he wanted him, he even had leverage. Rei said point blank he'd do anything Shigeki wanted, kill anyone he ordered Rei kill, as long as Miri be left alone. Shigeki had everything he needed to keep his ace card under his thumb. Unfortunately, he's not as good at gambling as he thought, because his winning move was to threaten the one thing that would make Rei desert.

You see, Shigeki thought that Rei was too changed by his time with Miri and Kazuki to ever truly be the way he envisioned, and that Rei would at some point get distracted by his little family, by that life. In the event that Rei reversed his decision to separate from Miri (and that's only if Rei actually went through with it), it most likely would have happened later, with enough build up over a prolonged period that Rei would eventually grow tired of his life as a Suwa and leave. In the meantime, Shigeki had a Rei who was still currently loyal to him, and dedicated to becoming the Suwa heir. You know what that means? Shigeki had time. Time to ensure that Rei would not go back on his decision. Time to wear Rei down and make him truly loyal, which over the years could allow Shigeki to remove Miri from the picture permanently without worrying about Rei defecting.

But Shigeki jumped the gun. He was too nervous about the idea of Rei having changed that he completely misjudged just how far Rei had done so. He thought Rei was loyal (afraid) enough towards him that he could still do whatever he wanted and Rei would just accept it, but as Mei from Avatar once said, "I love Zuko [Miri] more than I fear you", and that was Shigeki's mistake. He made the wrong assessment of thinking that the robotic shell he had made out of his son was still exactly the same as he had been before he moved out of the Suwa mansion, despite every sign pointing to the opposite, that Rei now had feelings and wants and a family he was willing to stick by. Change like this means means you also need to change up the formula, work around the new information to come up with a solution that fits the current situation. Yet Shigeki's fear made him forget his logic, because he used the same old methods and failed to realize that his way didn't work anymore. The wound from the separation was too fresh, Rei hadn't yet adjusted to life without Miri, and he hadn't even moved away from Kazuki at that point. If Shigeki had been patient, he'd of had the most ideal outcome given the change, and yet he still managed to shoot himself in the foot by overreacting and inadvertently causing Rei to desist.

In other words, Suwa Shigeki is an idiot.

In other words, Suwa Shigeki fucked up.

#poetic cinema #if you will #buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #rei suwa #shigeki suwa

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outrunningthedark · 3 months

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There's literally zero suggestion that Ryan is uncomfortable portraying a queer character compared to Oliver. IDK what your anon is talking about. Like you said he acknowledged the difficulty of getting a storyline like that out to the GA due to toxic masculinity and homophobia but those are just the facts on the ground not an indication that he's personally opposed. Oliver's good at giving diplomatic soundbites to the fandom and cultivating a persona online, Ryan's more blunt and he answered honestly that's the key difference here. Their chemistry has never been denied, Oliver didn't say anything particularly revolutionary, the question is whether there's a serious intent to act on that to create a romantic storyline and I would have to say I agree with Ryan I don't see it happening. There's really no need to be like oh we know Oliver's cool but who knows about Ryan because it's like based on what exactly? Him stating facts that none of this was planned and it's unlikely the writers/creators will pivot?

Honestly I get a little uncomfortable with the way some people ascribe certain views and attitudes to Ryan while simultaneously blowing smoke up Oliver's supposedly enlightened ass, it feels a little prejudiced and in bad faith.

(This isn't aimed at you, I think you're very fair and I agree with you almost all the time. It's just a comment at the language I see used and the implications when this is brought up)

Just want to thank you for reiterating my point because it's something I think is going to have to be repeated over time as each season passes without Eddie being Repressed or Buddie going canon. We don't know how Ryan feels about the Buddie as a legit ship, whether he wants the show to go for it or not, because he doesn't approach the subject the way the fandom wishes he would. He's matter-of-fact. He's realistic. He's seen enough within the industry and in his own life (upbringing and friends he may have made along the way) to understand the tough spot the show put itself in by making neither Buck nor Eddie queer from the start. TBH, R "vs." O is not unlike the way older members of our fandom try to interact with/educate the younger ones. So many here have grown up in a time when queer representation is becoming "the standard" even if TV shows aren't making it past the second season. But those of us who remember the *really* dark days aren't scared to talk about the ages of the folks running these networks or the demographic they're making the shows for impacting how they envision a story line and ensure it plays out. Oliver represents the younger fandom. He understands why fans he's interacted with love the ship and would say yes in a second. Ryan is the rest of us going "Do you hear yourself right now? Do you really think Buddie is as popular IRL as it is online?" There is value in Oliver publicly supporting Buddie, absolutely. But there is also value in having someone speak in a way that aims to prevent fans from getting their hopes up over a story line that may never come true. Ryan is not trying to discourage you. He's trying to protect you and your feelings.

#anonymous #tina speaks

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butmakeitgayblog · 11 months

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Loving all the #awtr synopses! Thank you for indulging us 🥰 Would you be able to share one of the 365 letters that Lexa wrote to Clarke in the care package? Maybe one of those letters that Clarke return to over and over again?

You are a glutton for punishment

I like you 😈

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My Dearest,

Each letter I start feels so awkward in the beginning. As though the blank page itself were mocking me. All bumbling sentences and half-formed thoughts vying for my attention, because how does one get to the point when there's so many things between us left to say? A lifetime worth of words live on the point of this pen, all yearning and jumbled in their haste to be written first. Each one wanting nothing more than to jump right into the thick of it; into the thick of being part of a lifetime with you.

And yet here I sit, struggling with exactly where to start.

I suppose I could begin with the most mundane part of this idea: the actual point of this letter. Forcing myself to tackle the 'why' of the whole reason you picked this one in particular sounds like the smart move here... Assuming, of course, you didn't tear through them all the first second you got... *wifely sigh* If that is the case, don't feel too bad. Your lack of patience is, bafflingly, one of the many things I love so fiercely about you.

You're 30 today.

30!

My wife is 30. I love hearing how that sounds. The thought alone makes my heart skip a beat. (In a decidedly joyous way, I assure you, as it so often does whenever you wander yourself across my mind.) You're 30 now. An honest God adult in every measure, and truthfully that blows my mind because I still vividly remember seeing you for the first time when we were only children. It was drizzling and you'd crashed into me on the playground while running, and I—

Well, you've heard this story enough times before, but my point remains.

You're sleeping peacefully as I write this. Safe and warm in my bed. Tucked to me so tight I can barely hold the pen well enough to get these words out, and yet all I can envision when I look over and see the youth of your face is who you will be when this letter reaches you.

Know, in every version of 'you' my brain tirelessly cooks up, you are as beautiful then as you are right now. If not more so.

I envision that same smile, with those lips that sweeten my dreams, nestled in the crest of newly discovered laugh lines. I see the kindness of your eyes in every universe, my love. The way those same stubborn and fierce blues that take my breath away hold a depth of wisdom far beyond your (30!!) years. You told me once how you hated your beauty mark as a kid, but my goodness, the things I do to wrap my lips around it. Believe it or not, I secretly have impeccable aim. Stop laughing, I do. It's just too tempting. I can't even begin to resist. And your chin! Your wonderul chin, that was surely made to hold my thumb so perfectly each time I kiss you. I imagine it's somewhat sharper now. More refined. More dignified.

Tell me, love. Does it hold another's thumb now?

It should. It deserves to be cherished.

I find myself so often in these quiet moments before sleep thinking of who you are - who you will be - at these stages of your life. And while I know in my heart I'll be right there with you when these times come, smiling and cheering you on along the way, for now, I am left woefully guessing.

I write this all to say: I hope you are happy. I hope you have a life filled with more love than you know what to do with. I hope it makes you feel even a tenth as timeless as your love made me feel. Being loved by you is a miraculous thing in that way.

It's funny, as I've written these letters, I already feel as though I've lived an entire lifetime with you. And even then, it's still not enough. In the earlier ones I worried so much, as I'm sure you remember (again, that's assuming you actually followed the directions for a change and didn't binge them all at once), but I find myself writing this one in particular entirely calm. Make no mistake, I still feel the urge to dote on you. To fuss at you as I do with questions of 'have you drank enough today? Eaten enough? Take a nap with me, dear. You never seem to get enough sleep.' I will always worry about these things no matter where we are in the universe. But understand, love, it's only because I wish to take care of you.

Not that you need it. You've never needed me to take care of you, but I'm so very grateful you let me try all the same.

You're gonna do great things, Griffin. I already know it, but for posterity's sake, I'll write it just to have one final 'told ya so' moment with you. I hope your life is so damn big now that you look back on the walls of this room that held our love in its sanctuary, and it impresses you how we managed to fit the both of us in here along with it. I hope with each dream you accomplish, it's replaced only by what great thing comes next for you. Because while the world is cold and terrifying and beats us down in so many ways, I know you, my darling girl. I know you're the one who can always best it.

I love you, Clarke. I've loved you since before I knew I could have you, and I'm going to love you long after I'm gone. I hope I made you know that in the time we had together, well enough to last this lifetime and into the next. I'll be here, love. Patiently waiting for you to crash into me again.

Wherever you are in this moment, know that I am so proud of the woman you've become. I want you to spend every last second of today celebrating the wonderful, stubborn, charming, passionate, fearless, tender person you are.

Don't ever let that fire inside of you die. I couldn't bear it. The world needs more people like you.

Lord knows I sure did.

Thank you for teaching me what selfless love is. Loving you made me a better person. And I'd like to think I played at least a little part in helping you become who you are too. So celebrate today. And every single day after. I mean it. You deserve it.

Until we meet again,

- Lexa

P.s. Have a whiskey sour for me 🖤

#anon #a walk to remember au #AWTR synopsis

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nuh-uh-multi · 30 days

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Hey hey! It's A, posting pretty soon, I know. But I got inspo. Shout-out to one of my friends who helped me come up with the start of this fic lol. Hope y'all like Tony, bc I do 😉

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"Mr.(Y/l/n), Mr.Stark has requested your presence," Jarvis announced from the speaker placed just above your desk. It startled you, as it was well hidden, and you were relatively new here.

"Of course," you said. "Uh, where is he?"

"Top floor," Jarvis replied.

You hurried to the elevator and pushed the corresponding button. You felt as though you were forgetting something, but brushed it off as nerves. Your boss likely just wanted to speak with you about something. What, was the question. Were you in trouble? Had you done something wrong? No, stop, you were getting ahead of yourself, it could be anything.

Your stomach fluttered as you envisioned the conversation. Those deep brown eyes looking into yours, the way he stood so confidently, his rich, smooth voice, but the real kicker, that smirk.

It had made your pulse race since the first time you saw it on TV. That cocky, arrogant, infuriating, and completely stomach flipping smirk. You could only imagine what it must be like to be teased by him. To become so flustered that you couldn't meet his eyes, that he would probably grab your chin and make you look at him, all while saying things to fluster you further, and that perfect little smirk, directed at no one but you.

The elevator dinged and you almost flinched as the doors slid open. You took a deep breath and walked out. There he was, Anthony Edward Stark, his hands on his desk, and his back to you. He quickly turned and held his hand out expectantly. You blinked at him, confused. Tony gave you a quick once over and realized you weren't holding anything.

"Oh, I was expecting you to have that report," he said, his tone serious, but playful. He clearly wasn't mad, but you felt yourself filling with humiliation anyway.

"Oh- oh my god, I'm so sorry, I forgot it downstairs, I-it's done I swear I just forgot it..." you rambled, your face burning.

Tony chuckled and, bless and curse the lords, smirked at you. "Well what exactly did you think I called you here for?" he teased.

Your face flushed somehow hotter. "Oh, um, I guess I didn't really know," you mumbled sheepishly.

Tony chuckled and shook his head slightly. "Well c'mon, we'll just go down and get it. I was about to go for a quick drive anyway," he said with a smile.

You nodded quickly and walked back twords the elevator. You got to the doors and froze, wondering if he expected you to let him in first, or if it would be seen as trying too hard. Tony glanced at you and smiled, gesturing you in.

You, much too quickly, took a step in, and stumbled. You quickly caught yourself and straightened up, but you could feel the back of your neck burning. Tony walked in after you, clearly trying to suppress a smile.

You pressed the button for the correct floor, somehow shocked that you could even think enough to remember which one that was, and watched the doors close.

You both stood in a somewhat awkward silence for a few moments. You opened your mouth to say something and break the silence, but before you could even make a sound, the elevator jolted harshly. You both stumbled, catching the rails on the elevator walls.

After only a few seconds of stunned silence, Tony said, "Aaand the elevator broke." You groaned and slid to the ground.

"So, how good is your elevator repair service?" you asked dryly.

Tony chuckled and said down next to you. "Not great, not horrible."

You sighed, and the irony of the situation was not lost on you. A guy, with a crush on his boss, now stuck in an elevator with said boss. Talk about Hallmark.

"So, how do you pass time in an elevator?" you asked, turning to look at him.

"20 questions?" Tony offered. "I mean, this is kinda the perfect time to get to know your boss," he said, and goddamn it that smirk again.

"Yeah, sure," you agreed. You hummed in thought for a moment, wracking your brain for anything interesting you had read about him. "According to the news," you began awkwardly, "you're fluent in Italian. Is that true?"

Tony laughed softly. "Sure is, my mom was Italian," he answered.

"I don't believe you," you said with a smirk, wildly unsure of how you suddenly had this much confidence.

Tony laughed again. "Oh, is that so? Alright then, quiz me."

You pulled out you phone and found a translator. "What does 'Sono bloccato in un ascensore con il mio capo' mean?"

"I'm stuck in an elevator with my boss," Tony answered confidently.

You raised a brow at him, impressed. "Hm, alright. Those kinda seem like words anyone could study though, so I think I have to keep testing," you said smugly. You typed in something else. "What does 'Un'anatra si avvicinò a un chiosco di limonata' mean?"

Tony snorted and sang, "A duck walked up to a lemonade stand. The "actual" translation is "A duck approached a lemonade stand," but, close enough."

You laughed. "Are you sure you're not wearing an instant translator?" you asked.

"Swear on my life," he replied.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to think of a challenge. Aha, a word he surely doesn't know in Italian, the t-word.

"Alright, fine," you said with a confident smirk. "What does 'Mi piace essere solleticato' mean?"

Tony raised a brow at you. "It means "I like to be tickled." Is that true?"

You could feel your eyes widen and face flush, shocked that he had actually gotten it. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you were fluent," you mused, trying to sound more impressed than nervous.

"Hey, don't change the subject," Tony said, grinning widely now. "Is that true?"

Your breaths were short and shallow, so you shook your head. "No" you attempted to say, but your mouth was dry. You swallowed and tried again. "No, of course not, it was just a weird word, so I was quizzing you," you lied.

Tony hummed and scooted just a bit closer. "See, it's a convincing lie, but not with the way you said it," he replied, sliding ever closer until he was sitting right next to you.

"W-what are you doing?" you asked nervously.

"Quizzing you," Tony teased, his fingers skimming your side through your shirt.

You yelped and swatted at his hand.

"Okay, you've passed the first test, you're ticklish" Tony purred with a devious grin. He grabbed your side, giving it a rapid succession of squeezes.

You burst out laughing, trying to move away, but ending up trapped in the corner of the elevator.

"Aw, your laugh is so cute!" Tony praised, smiling genuinely.

"Shut up!" you laughed in return.

Tony clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Aw, that wasn't very nice," he teased, spidering his fingers up your sides and ribs.

"Hey!" you protested, letting out a constant stream of giggles.

"So, for all of my genius, I seem to have some brain fog today. How many ribs do people have?" Tony questioned with a coy grin.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, trying desperately to remember. That was, of course, until you realized it didn't matter. "I-I don't know," you admitted.

Tony chuckled softly and tapped your ribs. "Well I guess I'll just have to count them," he decided. "One, two, three..." With each number, he would gently vibrate his hands over the rib, as well as in the space between ribs.

He was teasing you, goddamn it, and you knew that you both enjoyed it. You giggled like a child, and felt like one too. Carefree, and full of light, refreshing laughter. So you just say there and laughed. As his hands rose to some of the higher ribs, however, you clamped you arms tightly against your sides.

"Hm? Why the change?" Tony asked, his eyes sparkling. "I'm not doing anything different, only going higher-" He cut himself off by swiftly grabbing your wrists and pressing them against the elevator walls above your head. He experimentally wiggled his fingers near your now exposed armpits, without actually touching you.

You squealed and tugged your wrists, already squirming and trying to protect yourself. Tony laughed and smiled brightly. "What? I'm not even touching you!" he teased. "Don't tell me you're this ticklish?"

You blushed and averted your gaze, wishing your hands were free to cover your face. You felt something under your chin, a gentle pulling, and oh my god he was doing it. Tony gently held your head so that you were forced to meet his gaze. "I'm not making fun of you, it's adorable," he murmured admiringly.

You couldn't help but feel your heart swell. Something in his expression made you want to believe him. You could tell that he was being genuine. You didn't know what to say, and thankfully it didn't matter anyway, as he attacked your armpits. His scratching and wiggling fingers forced laughter from you as a result, filling the would-be awkward silence.

Tony stopped almost as quickly as had started, as you immediately started wriggling somewhat violently. "Woah, okay, okay, sorry," he chuckled, still smiling.

"Sorry," you panted sheepishly, offering him a flustered smile.

He returned the gesture and said "Don't be." He leaned back against the elevator wall again. "I like making my employees happy. Plus," he turned to wink and smirk at you, "I told you I was fluent, didn't I?"

#tickle scenarios #tony stark x reader #marvel x reader #x male reader #sfw tkl community #t word

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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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Octopus merfolk are very small during childhood. They grow to gigantic proportions over the course of their life... and looking back on it, well... it wasn't a good idea for you to bully one in your youth...

Includes: soft/safe vore, cruel-ish pred Azul

★✦Sign The Scroll, Please✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

"Hello again."

You were being held high above the water by your tailfin.

"How long ago was it now... the last time we saw each other?" Azul smiled, but not in a genuine way. "I distinctly remember you making fun of me the last time we saw each other. What for again? I'm sure you remember."

"Because... you were... slow... back in the day..." You nervously admitted.

"What was it you called me back then?" Azul asked. "Oh, I remember... you called me an idiotic octopus, 'idioctopus' I remember you saying... not good wordplay, but it got your point across."

"Yeah... hehe, I'm, uh... I'm sorry." You nervously said.

"Not enough."

"So... w-what are you going to do...?"

"Hmm... what should I do~?" Azul asked in a playful voice. "Perhaps I should throw you as far as I can, separating you from your friends and loved ones for years to come~?" He laughed to himself. "Or maybe... maybe I can throw you towards a mass of land, letting you dry out and suffocate and die~! That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

Azul licked his lips in anticipation.

"Or maybe... maybe I could..." Azul chuckled under his breath. "You wouldn't be against that, would you?"

"Against what...?"

"Why, being swallowed alive, of course!" He told you with a smile on his face. "Well, I'm going to do it regardless of what you say... are you ready, (Y/N)~?"

"NO! AZUL, DON'T YOU DARE! I'LL TELL EVERYONE! DON'T DO THIS! DON'T EAT ME!" You screamed as loud as you could.

"How silly, thinking that will do anything..." Azul blushed. "Now, in you go."

He popped you into his mouth like you were nothing but candy.

Azul savoured your taste in his mouth, oh, you tasted soooo good... he's wondering why he didn't decide to find you and eat you sooner! Oh, it's such a wonderful taste...

He could already imagine the feeling of you wiggling about in his throat... flopping your little tailfin back and forth, struggling in whatever way you can... that would be just thrilling.

What an amazing feeling, and it's only moments away...!

You were panicking. There's no way Azul actually wants to eat you, right?!

You didn't want to plead with him, but...

"Azul, please don't, I'm... I-I'm scared..."

Azul enjoyed hearing your desperate, useless begging. He was the one in control.

"Azul, I... I'm sorry! I don't want to... die."

You couldn't exactly move around in his mouth, since you were above the surface when he put you in there, there wasn't any water. You could only look towards the back of his throat, where you'll be going if you don't find a way to convince him to let you go.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry for you to forgive me?" You asked. "I'll do double that amount!!"

Azul seemed to be considering it. He opened his mouth, you could tell by the daylight suddenly lighting up the dark area, giving you hope that maybe he'll let you go...

And then he swallowed you, head first.

And down you went, struggling every step of the way, Azul felt downright euphoric. It felt exactly as he'd envisioned it and it was delightful.

"Oh, (Y/N)..... I wish I'd eaten you sooner...." Azul sighed, falling backwards into the water once more. "It's such a shame we'll never get to do this again..." He lamented as he felt your little hands punching at the walls of his gut.

"LET ME OUT, STUPID OCTOPUS!!" You desperately yelled.

"Don't you realize that's the exactly what got you into this situation?" Azul asked. "Apologize."

You're completely at his mercy.

"Sorry."

"Good. Seems you're already starting to understand your place in this world, beneath me." Azul stroked his stomach. "If you're good for me, and you do exactly as I tell you... I might let you go."

"...really...?" You asked, cautiously.

"Of course! I'm so merciful, aren't I~?"

"I don't think there's another person as merciful as you...!" You responded immediately, attempting to prove to Azul that you're 'good'.

"Oh! Why thank you, (Y/N)~" Azul said. "It'd be nice to hear you praise me more."

"Right! Um... you'll be a very powerful mage someday! Probably the most powerful in the world!"

"I will, won't I? Especially when I can do this." He laughed to himself, shaking your entire world. "More, (Y/N)."

"Yes, whatever you say! I'll do whatever you say, Azul! Whatever you want me to! You deserve it after everything you've gone through! Have I mentioned how nice you look? Or how smart you are?"

"You aren't very good at praising me, but... at least you tried." Azul said. "And you've proven you can follow my orders..."

"So... y-you'll let me go?!"

"(Y/N), you should come to Night Raven College with me. I have a good deal for you, legal and binding of course, and one you can't escape unless I willingly let you go..."

"Night Raven College...? But... I'm already enrolled in a different school... not to mention NRC is-"

"I have a... let's say close relationship with the Headmage. I'll convince him to let you attend." He told you. "I will allow you to live so long as you do whatever I say until I decide I have been adequately compensated for all those years of bullying."

"...what happens if I don't agree to the deal?" You cautiously asked.

"I think you know."

You were let out.

Azul snapped his fingers, and a magical golden contract appeared in front of you.

...

Are you really going to do this...?

Well, if you don't, he'll just eat you again, so...

You signed your name on the dotted line.

"Oh, how wonderful." Azul said to himself. "Alright, back inside me you go." He pointed to his open mouth.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Oh... oh, you didn't read the fine print, did you~?" He laughed under his breath. "According to that contract you just signed, I can eat you whenever I want! And you have to agree, or it will count as you breaking contract... and let's face it, you don't want to do that."

"Why didn't you tell me about that part of the deal?!"

"Be quiet and get in. You'll be safe, as I specified in the contract that I cannot hurt you in any way... or can you not read~?"

Well, according to the contract you just signed, you have to do whatever he says, so...

Not much you can do about this now.

#i know i've already said this but #i really like the idea of giant azul lol #safe vore #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #azul ashengrotto x reader

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raquellemonsta · 11 months

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kiss me more (a bokuto x reader)

chapter 1: a day at work

You walked down the bustling streets of Tokyo, taking in the familiar sights and making your way through the sea of people all on their morning commute. After getting a small iced coffee, you were on your way to work.

You had been working at Yajakudo Designers for around two and a half years, since you had been lucky enough to be recruited as an intern out of high school before working your way up to higher positions. Art, design, and marketing had always been an interest for you, and you were fortunate enough that it was your job. You would work on advertisements for the company's clients, for products or events alike.

Walking out of the elevator, a few people greeted you on your way to your desk.

"Hi (Y/n)! How's your morning?" came a sweet, high-pitched voice. The intern, Yachi Hitoka, had become a good friend of yours in the relatively short time you had worked together. It helped that you were both the same age, many of the other employees were middle-aged.

"It's going well, thank you Yachi" you smiled. It was always nice to talk to the friendly girl. When she had first gotten here, she had been a little soft-spoken, however by now she was much more confident in herself and her abilities. She was definitely your closest friend. You quickly chatted about your mornings before you decided it was time to get on with your work day.

You sat down at your desk by the window, and stared out at the skyline. Japan was beautiful, sometimes you still weren't used to it even after all of your years living there. Snapping out of your trance, you boot up your monitor and begin to check your emails.

Around lunchtime, you head to the breakroom with only a few of your coworkers currently in it. You head over to the microwave to heat up your lunch. You blinked and shut your eyes, which were tired from staring at your computer screen for hours.

"Soooo (Y/n), how's your love life?" Yachi had snuck up behind you. She jumped when you turned around and accidentally spooked her in return. "Sorry!"

"God, Yachi, where did you come from?" The girl only laughed and you noticed she had her phone in her hand.

"You didn't answer my question!" she jested.

Sighing, you all but laughed at the question she had asked. "Pretty nonexistent" you told her, wondering why she was even asking. You had been on the odd date here and there, but lately you hadn't found anyone you really clicked with. None of the guys (or girls if you'd like) were anyone you could envision going on other dates with, and the awkwardness of trying to talk with people that didn't share any of your interests was difficult.

"Would you like to change that hmm?" she had a small smirk.

"I think I'm okay"

"Too late"

You looked at her with wide eyes, "you didn't..."

She smiled and waved her phone in your face. She definitely had.

"Pleaseeeee? Give it a chance, (y/n), you never know what could happen"

You had a feeling you knew exactly what would happen. However, looking at her puppy dog eyes and her conversation with this unknown date on her phone, you sighed.

"Alright, fill me in"

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #bokuto x reader #hq yachi

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jinkieswouldyoulookatthis · 5 months

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The Bright Lights of Disturbia by leonidaslion

Okay, this is a Wincest fic rec, but it comes with warnings. I'm going to list out the warnings first.

Massive, neon, flashing, siren-sounding content warning for rape. This story hinges around a brutal rape and the aftermath. It doesn't pull any punches or gloss over any details (although the author gives the option of abridged versions of two chapters at one point to help step around some of it) so only read if you think you can handle that subject matter. If you want more info, feel free to ask me and I'll be happy to offer whatever additional explanation you want.

This fic is long. Like, it's loooooooooong long and it is an intense read from beginning to end. 374K+ words.

That said, this is... I'm struggling to come up with the right words here...

I talked back to this story. Yeah, out loud and as if I had no control over the impulse, I audibly commented about what was happening, I gasped, I fucking cried, the whole nine. I also had a depressive episode while reading this, that, frankly, scared the shit out of me. I don't blame the story for it, my mental health is my own, but I also can't lie and say there wasn't a connection between reading this and feeling more fragile than I remember feeling in a long, long time. But I could also see the story in my mind as I read it with a clarity that is rarely achieved. Sam in this is almost exactly how I think that Sam is, or, you know, would be outside of the canon story. Perhaps my only gripe about the portrayal of him in this is that he is a bit more dense than I like to give him credit for, but not by much. Sorry, Sam, I love you but you're a mess and we both know it. The story is from Sam's pov, so we only get Dean from Sam's point of view, only noticing catching what Sam notices and catches, and that is both fascinating and frustrating even as his character is as close to in character as I can imagine given the events of the story. But there is so much love and understanding of the characters, all of them (even John) shown in such a bare and exposing light that their flaws are just laid right out in the open alongside their reasons and emotions and they all just come through so fucking clearly.

Interesting to read this right on the heels of Sure Got a Dirty Mouth by JustineDelarge which was very good (seriously well written) but didn't hit for me the way this one did. Several of the things that rubbed me wrong in SGaDM were in TBLoD too but didn't bother me this time around, namely, the frequency that the boys say "I love you" to each other and how often they cry. All I can come up with to explain why is that in TBLoD those moments felt more earned, more emotionally true and with intensity levels that matched the situations as set up in the story. Also though, them talking about getting married or being married, in SGaDM it felt... I don't want to be insulting but I'm afraid that's how this will come across but it felt very juvenile. And the boys were younger in that fic, so that kind of fits, but it just didn't feel in character the way they talked about it, the way they were envisioning it, it felt too stereotypically girlish. I hate how gendered that is, but I cannot for the life of me think of a way to unpack a lifetime of imposed gender role crap to figure it out right now and I want to get this down while it's all still fresh in my mind. But in TBLoD it felt different, more about the underlying commitment and less about the trappings of the social ceremony and expectations. Even the desire to have a child felt more mature in this one, so it bothered me less. That bit still didn't sit quite right with me, I don't think it made complete sense, but I recognize that the story was long enough and I don't think I could have emotionally maintained long enough for it to get around to that in a way that felt true to me. I also fully acknowledge that I have issues around romance and marriage and the desire to have kids that are my issues to deal with, so take all that with a big chunk of rock salt.

But, this was BEAUTIFUL, heartbreaking, horrifying, devastating, yet hopeful and loving and it just sucked me in and chewed on me for days. If you're feeling up to it, I highly recommend it. HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

#wincest #wincest fic rec

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day6source · 9 months

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Young K deals with change in new album 'Letters with notes' — a track-by-track guide

by Franchesca Judine Basbas

Young K is back home.

Since completing his military service last April, the Korean singer and DAY6 member has wanted nothing more than to be make music again, to get back on stage and be with his fans. "As a musician, I believed that was the most important thing to do," he told Bandwagon. So, in the last couple of months, Young K has been working endlessly piecing his comeback together and before he knew it, he had a full-length album in his hands. Letters with notes is a heartwarming record recounting all that's changed and everything he's wanted to share during his time away. "I didn't initially aim for a full-length album; I just tried to write good songs and explore new ideas," the singer shared. "Undoubtedly, time has passed. My voice has changed, and I'm sure my thought processes have changed too. These changes have probably influenced the results I’ve achieved in my music." Learning and growing from his debut album in 2021, Eternal, Young K wanted every track on Letter with notes to contain bits and pieces of his heart and soul, emedding all the experiences that has inspired and influenced him over the last couple of months. "The thought of wanting to create an album came from the wish to come back as fast as possible. All the recordings started after I was discharged, but been having ideas coming up in my head, so I can't really define it exactly," said Young K. Bandwagon caught up with Young K to learn about the stories on and behind Letters with notes, track by track. Check it out here.

WAITED (오늘만을 너만을 이날을)

I imagined what it would be like to get back on stage. The song starts off with me saying I feel nervous and asking how all of you were. In the chorus, I sing about how much I waited for this moment.

NOTHING BUT (이것밖에는 없다)

Singing about how it's hard to let go of love even as it fades from view. The song underwent several adjustments, and the title of my first mini album, ‘Eternal’, became the very first lyric of this song.

LET IT BE SUMMER

Talks about how I never want the summer to end, symbolizing summer as youth and the most passionate season, and drawing a comparison to life. I was glad this song was released at the end of summer, just before autumn arrived.

DREAMER (꿈꾼)

I envisioned an image of a person who has been through tough times but still dreams and sees their reality becoming brighter. Stars being drawn, a story of a dreamer.

BUNGEE JUMPING

It was the very first song I performed at a festival before its official release. I wanted to put a refreshing vibe, so I imagined a first-time bungee jumping experience, something I still haven't tried.

NATURAL

The word 'natural' caught my attention for some reason. I thought of what's natural: breathing, having meals, and the flow of time. It’s a very upbeat track with a rhythmical melody, making it quite enjoyable to perform live.

STRANGE

After watching Dr. Strange, the word 'strange' resonated with me. I began thinking of what the norm is. If I'm surrounded by strange people, would I still be considered strange? This led me to the idea that a concert is a place where you can liberate yourself and be free, so I wanted to create a song that asks people to get strange with me. I then brought the melody and lyrics to Park Mun Chi, and I loved how the song took shape.

SOUL

Doesn’t everyone have moments where you have to put on a smile even when you don't feel like it? The track itself already had enough soul in it, so it started off with the word 'soul'. I thought of soulless smiles and made a song looking for the soul that's lost.

PLAYGROUND

When I was editing the song, I was actually sitting at a playground, watching kids play. I came up with the concept first, but seeing them with my eyes made me take a closer look into how we've grown but the life we live isn't so different.

BABO

An English song but has a title with a Korean word. The word was chosen due to pronunciation, but I was pretty satisfied with the result. ‘paulkyte’ who I worked with was introduced by another musician named Eldon, who I enjoy listening to and a good friend of mine.

WHAT IS..

One of the fastest tracks written out of the entire album, I was able to write up to the first chorus the day we started both melody and lyrics. I loved the line and the tone of the piano, so I guess that helped me come up with an idea quickly.

#young k #day6 #day6 even of day #kang younghyun #brian kang #album: letters with notes #young k: interviews #[sorry this got posted a bit late skz at the vmas had my attention lskdjgdklsg]

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slightly-nerdy-rambles · 5 months

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Kim Possible, the Tempus Simia, and fun with timey-wimey stuff

So, those of you who follow my blog will know that I recently finished Spoiler Alert, a Kim Possible fanfic following Kim and Ron's kid Max as he accidentally follows a vengeful Monkey Fist into the past and not-so-accidentally teams up with the past versions of his parents to stop the latter's shenanigans. Anyone who's read the fic will also know that I wanted to talk a little about how exactly I envision the Tempus Simia affecting the timestream and how that relates to its canon appearance in A Sitch in Time. For those of you who want to read the fic and haven't reached the point where I bring that up in the author's notes, you might want to turn back now: what follows is going to be rather, well, spoilery. It's also going to be rather long, so I hope some of you like detailed headcanons, lol

So, to refresh, A Sitch in Time follows a villain team-up using the Tempus Simia, aka time monkey, for time travel shenanigans as well as a team-up between the "present" day Team Possible and a future resistance using something called chrono-manipulators to chase after them. All good and well, but the time travel rules seem to... change over the course of the special. Rufus 3000 refers to the time stream as "polluted" and "in flux" and we see a ripple effect of the past changing in Ron's scrapbook, yet it's later revealed that Shego's meddling in the past caused Ron to move and thus disrupted Team Possible enough for the time monkey to get stolen in the first place, suggesting a stable time loop. Likewise, Kim, Ron and Rufus going to the future apparently removes them from the normal flow of time until they pop out of their destination time portal, yet somehow Rufus was able to have thousands of "descendants" (I'm assuming clones of some sort, but either way) at some point presumably after Shego took over. This isn't really all that unusual for a time travel story, considering the mind-bendy and paradox-happy nature of messing with chronology, but that doesn't mean that we as fans can't try to come up with a creative explanation. So what gives?

Well, okay, those of you who read the author's note already know what (in my interpretation) gives: the two time machines we see in that special use different forms of time travel. Namely, the Tempus Simia creates stable time loops (hence that being what we see in Spoiler Alert) while the chrono-manipulators can actually change the past to influence the future. And when these two forms of time travel come into conflict, things can get... weird.

So in my mind, there are roughly three different timelines that give us A Sitch in Time, with the latter ones overwriting the former. We'll call them timelines A, B, and C, with most of the special taking place in timeline B.

Timeline A is a fully stable time loop, with only the Tempus Simia in play, so it would chronologically start with the villains meddling in the past -- but we'll get to that later. Our starting point would be pretty much what we see in the "present" part of the special: Ron moves away due to Shego's later scheme, and with him either not present or "out of synch" with her, Kim isn't able to stop the villain quartet from putting the Tempus Simia together and escaping into the time stream. Drakken puts into motion his plan of crushing a younger Kim's spirit, and he, Monkey Fist and Duff Killigan turn themselves into toddlers to infiltrate Kim's preschool. This almost fails immediately, because the people in the preschool office aren't going to just let some unregistered and unsupervised kids waltz into a classroom (more on that later), but they later manage to sneak into the playground during recess. They torment toddler Kim a little bit, toddler Ron intervenes, they switch targets to him which awakens her kick-butt instinct -- basically at this point, it's the same thing we saw except for the absence of a time-travelling teen Kim.

After seeing that mundane bullying didn't work, the villain team skips ahead to the day of Kim's first mission to try again. Without the added pressure of time-travelling heroes, Monkey Fist and Killigan are just barely willing to let Drakken try his spirit-crushing plan again. But his overly-complicated plan of approaching Kim as preteens, distracting her from the laser grid mission, and planting seeds of doubt that will cause her to muck it up if she does ever get there fails at pretty much every turn.

It's at about this point that future Shego approaches her "present" self and tells her to grab the time monkey and go, which she does. It doesn't take much experimenting for her to figure out why the guys have so utterly failed with it: the Tempus Simia can't change the past, and the villains' meddling might even be part of the reason Kim was encouraged to go into crime-fighting. From here, Shego starts to get creative: using foreknowledge to make enough money to fund her schemes, putting evil think tanks together in times when nobody knows to go after her, and even figuring out that she was the one who got Ron's family to move away and proceeding to do just that.

With new resources in hand and Team Possible effectively broken up, Shego gets down to business. Being much more practically minded than her death trap-loving ex-employer, she returns to the present, catches Kim and later Ron by surprise when they're alone, and actually manages to kill them. Rufus escapes, but Shego figures that she won't have to worry about him or Wade so long as Kim and Ron are gone. So she gathers her legion of henchmen, attack drones, and obedience collars, starts storming the world one city at a time... and wins.

Of course, pockets of resistance form over the next twenty years, with the most prominent being led by the friends and family of our fallen heroes. Rufus and Wade use the former's DNA to "breed" a small army of hyper-intelligent semi-clones to boost the resistance's numbers, and between that, their location near the Supreme One's headquarters, and the resistance members' various skills and gadgets, they actually stand a fighting chance... Except that every attack on Shego's fortress is thwarted after a seemingly unnatural degree of anticipation on her end. As it happens, Shego has gotten into the habit of going back in time to warn herself before every attack against her, letting her retroactively prepare.

The resistance eventually figures out that time travel is involved in the Supreme One's wild successes (not that she's doing much to keep it a secret), and Wade gets to work on devising a counter. The result is the chrono-manipulators, though nobody realizes they work differently (some might say better) than the Tempus Simia. Since the resistance isn't clear on exactly how Shego used the Tempus Simia to take over, they decide to start by going back twenty years to rescue Kim and Ron and recruiting them to stop the original villain team's mucking around in the past. So starts timeline B, and again, most of what we see in the special.

The thing is, a key aspect of the Tempus Simia is stability. It "wants" the timestream to stay the same, even as the chrono-manipulators "want" to change it. So the timestream starts shifting around a little, but keeps the same broad strokes. New time portal gives everyone around the preschool a wave of disorienting deja-vu? The preschool attendants are distracted just long enough for the toddler-ified villains to slip in before class starts, but their extra bullying time doesn't change what happens at recess (though it does change the class picture). Killigan and Monkey Fist get antsy and shoot down Drakken's plan B? The Tempus Simia slaps together a new time loop in which Monkey Fist steals a guardian statue that would have been shortly destroyed anyway, so the only "change" is that it disappears into the timestream to be lasered later rather than getting swept away by a flood or something (and meanwhile, preteen Kim and Ron succeed in their mission and survive the statue's attack). Kim and Ron start time-travelling and eventually head into the future? They would have died around that time anyway, so now they just disappear into the timestream to the same basic result. Rufus also disappears into the timestream? The resistance somehow manages to get ahold of DNA he left behind and start making clones anyway.

Then things really get weird when the Tempus Simia breaks. Its whole stability thing means that the universe is safe from implosion... but that kind of damage also has the effect of erasing the Tempus Simia from history entirely. Ironically, it's the only way for it to change the past -- time is rewritten so that the creation of the Tempus Simia was abandoned at the last moment, and any loops caused by its use are erased as well. The time stream manages to keep itself in shape by once again smoothing over the time-loop changes so that the broad outcome is still the same: that guardian statue goes back to getting destroyed in a flood, someone who had helped Shego found her bank does the founding personally, Kim befriends Ron and finds her inner fire after dealing with a different bully in preschool, and so on. This "smoothing over" gets weaker as the timeline approaches the point where the Tempus Simia was grabbed by the baddies, though, and by the time it reaches Ron moving away, the bank his mom works at just doesn't have any reason to send her and her family to Norway. And so the future is saved, and we finally reach timeline C.

But the Tempus Simia has one last trick up its metaphorical sleeve: just as it "wants" to keep the timeline stable, so too does it "want" to exist. This may not have even been the first time it was destroyed and rebuilt, not that anyone would know with the overwritten timelines. And so, a paltry few years after the end of the Supreme One's reign and the last point in time in which its previous iteration existed, a Monkey Fist who is feeling very displaced in time gets the idea that "time" may just be the answer to his woes...

#Kim Possible #Spoiler Alert #fanfiction #headcanons #A Sitch in Time #Shego #Monkey Fist #holy crud this thing got long #now you know why it took me so long to finish whoops #I... I think too much about my headcanons okay

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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hihi!! can u can u write amber w a stoic on the outside but anxious on the inside s/o pls? :D

Amber with a stoic reader that is anxious on the inside

Characters: Amber x gn!reader

Warnings: none

a/n: I love our Outrider, so I hope I didn't accidentally make her a bit ooc, if I did, it's probably because I decided it would be a great idea to write this at 3 am.

My horrible sleep schedule aside, I hope that this matches what you envisioned, I'm pretty sure that I know the meaning of anxious, but I'm sorry in case I somehow screwed up on that point, if I did, tell me and I'll try again.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Amber

The Knights of Favonius’ Outrider seemed to be able to befriend anyone, from daughters of disgraced clans, to distrusting people wrapped in bandages and travellers from far away. And so, it was fair to say, that not many where surprised the see the two of you hang out as much as you did, with Amber telling you about whatever came to her mind while you silently listened , nodding your head while your pokerface never seemed to faulter.

And while your face and behaviour didn’t exactly show it, on the inside you were far from being as stoic as you liked to let others think, always worrying about every little thing, causing moments in which you could just relax to be rare.

But that was where Amber came into play, her talent to pick up small clues, that made her a great outrider, also making her great in helping you. Whenever you felt anxious, your behaviour would reflect that, and while the hints were so unnoticeable that she wasn’t completely sure if you knew about them yourself, they nevertheless enabled her to know when to calm you down.

As you stood in front of the mirror, silently checking every little detail about your clothes before heading out to meet a rather important partner of your family’s business, you couldn’t help but worry about it, feeling like something bad was bound to happen, was it sudden rain, causing you to get soaked before even arriving or you messing up in various different ways. But before you had the possibility to worry even more, your thoughts were cut off by Amber’s voice.

“Are you nervous?”, she asked while coming up from behind, only to stop once she stood next to you. For a second you debated if you should be honest or simply deny it while sweeping your feelings under the rug, but eventually you decided to give her a small nod, causing her to give you her typical cheerful smile as she grabbed your hand.

“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t show that you’re nervous I’m sure you’ll do great. And I doubt that there’s anyone that’s better at hiding it than you”, she assured you, only for your pokerface to falter and reveal your worry ever so slightly.

“You say that, but you did notice”, you countered, unexpectedly causing Amber’s smile to widen a bit before she let out a small giggle.

“Of course, I did, but I know you”, she stated, only to quickly pull a baron bunny, small enough to fit inside a pocket, out from behind of her back, presenting it to you with a bit of fanfare. “Whenever I feel nervous, baron bunny junior here makes me feel better, you can try it out yourself if you’d like to”, she explained, causing you to stare at it for a few seconds before hesitantly taking it from her, immediately feeling yourself relax a little.

“Does it work?”, she asked, awaiting your answer. And even though you were pretty sure that you relaxing had less to do with “baron bunny junior” and more with the outrider in front of you, you nevertheless gave her a nod, causing her face to once again light up. “Great! Now that I look at the clock you should probably go, the last thing we want is for you to be late after all”, she proposed, causing you to glance at the time yourself, only to make your way over to the door, saying your goodbye to Amber before she returned the favour.

“Good luck, and don’t forget to tell me about how it went afterwards!”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #amber x you #amber x reader #amber #amber genshin impact #amber x y/n

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imagineitdearies-old · 1 year

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So… haven’t ask anything for a while as I’ve bother you before… so far duty and sacrifice is plan for 16 chapters. Do you think that you’ll be making it a bit longer or is 16 chapters what you’ve envision.

And I know I’ve said this before but now that I’ve reread the story once more I’m more than sure that all Aemond and Luke need is really to lock themselves in their chambers and not come out until the next month!

Tbh when I FIRST envisioned this story, it wasn't going to be more than 8 chapters 😂 obviously things have gotten a bit derailed since then, though in the best way. I don't plan on extending the chapter count further, though. If it's any consolation, ch14 will likely be close to 10k when I'm finally finished with it, and the the two after that will likely be 6k or more each!

You know, the 'seclusion period' Aemond had for the first week after their marriage would have been great to accomplish exactly what you describe! Unfortunately Aemond didn't trust/know Lucerys enough to think it would be a good time, and Luke was too worried about overstepping his bounds. If they had BOTH been made to hide out together away from society maybe this stuff would have been figured out sooner, Luke would have trusted Aemond about Jace sooner, and Aemond would have started trusting Luke more in general. Then again, maybe not--no matter how nice a relationship is when it's just you two, dealing with family dynamics/real world shit is always going to test a relationship in new ways.

While they won't lock themselves in for a month, their rut/heat have only been put on hold rn, so they'll get some alone time in their chambers in a chapter or two 😏😏😏

#lucemond #fic: duty & sacrifice #writing update #i am always in awe of writers who pound out 10k in a week #takes me two weeks at minimum #and that's only if im really inspired/don't have real life shit getting in the way

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nightmarewing · 9 months

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For the latest ask game, if you'd like: Puppyshipping 2 + 9, and Mokuba 7 if you'd like. Thank you! ILU

Thank you for the ask. :D ILU too.

Puppyshipping:

2. ...why I do or don't ship them. It started with childhood obsession with interest in the characters individually, and I still really love both of them. I don't know if they're my favorites, as I'm attached to so many YGO characters now, but I do still spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about them.

Ultimately, I've always enjoyed shipping rivals, characters who rub each other the wrong way, and ones with diametrically opposed themes/backgrounds. They're not the actual rivals in YGO, nor do they even interact all that much in the grand scheme of things, but it's always interesting when they do. There's a palpable contrast in their histories and their living situations and their ideals, and that's fun to play with. Lots of room for interesting conflicts.

I also feel like Jounouchi is exactly the right kind of stubborn, temperamental, aggressively affectionate fool to be able to get under Kaiba's skin, given enough time and exposure. That it's difficult only makes him more persistent. He wants to be acknowledged. And I also think, generally speaking, it's good for Kaiba to be wrested out of his own head sometimes. Even at his most irritated, Jounouchi has always cared about Kaiba to some degree. The same is... not true in reverse, lol.

BUT even this scene is really interesting to me, because this is a point that Kaiba acknowledges Jounouchi: when he thinks he died in the pursuit of victory. He disparages him for loss and weakness in the same breath, but Kaiba really and truly believes there's merit in sacrificing yourself for victory and dying if you can't achieve it. Which is why the perspective of Atem and Jounouchi is so fun to confront him with: losing isn't shameful, and strength comes from doing your best and picking yourself up again no matter what happens. The fight, the journey, matters as much as the outcome.

Nobody represents that better than Jounouchi, and it's so much fun to butt up against Kaiba's issues. Jounouchi won't just lay down! He doesn't even have the grace to stay dead when he dies. Jounouchi doesn't care who he loses to or how many times he loses. For Kaiba, that existence would be crushingly shameful, but Jounouchi is fine. He's resilient. He learns from his defeats and (at least according to the text of the series... we won't talk about the idiot ball) gets better at dueling all the time. He's proud of becoming the third best duelist in the world. That's gotta be so irritating from Kaiba's perspective, if he would give it more than half a moment of thought at a time.

... I didn't know if I honestly had that much to say about them that I hadn't said already, but there you go, lol.

9. ...what my ideal endgame for them is.

Hmm, ideal is hard to consider since I'm into exploring them from a lot of different angles with a lot of different conclusions, but I am a sucker for them getting over themselves enough to grow into a comfortable, stable relationship in which they can maybe grow old together. I think they really could be good for each other if they'd slow down and let themselves be vulnerable and not make every conflict the end of the world. Big ifs, lol. I can't even begin to envision them having this kind of relationship until considerably after canon, when they've matured a little and had some distance from everything that happened (and probably from each other as well).

But I like it. I want Kaiba to soften his edges and process his trauma enough to get by without feeling like he has to put himself on the line all the time to be worthy of anyone's time, and I want Jounouchi to get the same kind of recognition and affection he gives so freely without feeling like he has to prove himself all the time either.

Mokuba:

7. ...the scene that I think adds depth to their character or the relationship this character has with someone.

Ahh, this is harder for me because what I've read of the manga is kind of scattered, and I think Mokuba probably is a deeper and more interesting character in the manga. Need to fix that sometime.

But as far as the anime goes, I love how anytime Mokuba is given a little bit of responsibility or authority, he gets so excited, like... it's childlike in a weird way. His circumstances kind of force him to be more mature and responsible in general than any kid that age should have to be, but he still really wants to help and blow his whistle at BC and be baby vice president and wear his DSoD suit and tie. He guesses he can get you a dueling booth at Kaiba Land under the table because, you know, he has connections.

There's just something about the enthusiasm he handles this kind of thing with which serves to point out that he's just a kid who wants his brother's approval, a kid playing at being a bigshot. It's also sad, because he really is stuck being one, dealing with Kaiba's behavior/handling things in his absence, and we can see how Mokuba reacts to even the slightest, most occasional bit of praise for it. Good stuff.

Questions here.

#thank you again!#ask memes

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hoursofreading · 1 year

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In my early twenties, I entered a doctoral program in Classics at Berkeley. Classicists are proficient translators of Greek and Latin; they produce interpretations of these texts that shape the way other people go on to read them; and they teach students to read Latin and Greek. What did I, as a senior in college, hope to gain out of those activities? If you had asked me, I think I would have probably said something vague about wanting "a fulfilling life." I would have had to be vague, because any fulfillment I could envision from thoseactivities amounted to a very different kind of fulfillment from what I had alreadyexperienced. The truth is that I didn't know exactly what I wanted. I could see something good about the life of a classicist, enough to want to learn more. Instead of seeing my antecedent interests, values, and projects as dictating the change toward classics, it was thevalue of classics that dictated my attitude toward many of my “old" projects, values, desires, and habits. I was ready and willing to try to turn my life in a new and uncharted direction.

I would not, however, have said at the time that I had "decided" to become a classicist.That would have struck me as hubris, given how incompletely I grasped the value of what I was doing. But I also wasn't experimenting, trying a career on for size in the way you might try out a new flavor of ice cream or an amusement park ride or vacation destination. I was trying to come to like it, setting before myself the task of liking it, striving to learn what the value of it was. I fought through thousands of pages of transla- tion; I composed Greek prose in the style of Herodotus, Demosthenes, and Plato; I wrote about symbolism in Horatian Odes; I memorized dates and places for history exams; I learned Italian so that I could go to Rome to speak Latin, to say out loud Cicero's words in the places where he had stood. All of this was work and not play or fun or experimentation, and I was working toward a kind of insight that was, in fact, in the better moments of my brief and doomed career as a classicist, starting to dawn on me. I became a citizen of a place that vanished thousands of years ago. Walking among the stalls of tie-dved T-shirts on Telegraph avenue, a part of me wasn't there at al. I felt the freedom and power of carrying awhole world in me; andnot just any world but one in which Icould see people discovering for themselves ideas of truthfulness, justice, courage, beauty. Another feeling I remember vividly from that time is gratitude. Generation after generation of scribes had, as I saw it, copied those manuscripts for me, so that I could eventually read them. And this gratitude gave rise to asenseof responsibility: I too was a kind of scribe, tasked with keeping these texts available to and relevant for a new generation. This was the way in which the value of becoming a classicist began to reveal itself to me.

Agnes Callard

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