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i-drop-level-one-loot · 4 months

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Hi, I just recently came across your blog and I really liked your stories "human pet" and "baby".

You've done a great job, keep it up.

And I have a request: Could you, when you have the opportunity, write about the Bully x fem!nerd! reader?

(He hurts her cuz he likes her stereotype imaged above)

Yandere!Bully x Fem!Reader

Very small drabble CW: Bullying

He just wanted to get her attention.

At first, anyway.

Simon wasn't always a bully. As a younger child his anxiety was so bad that he distanced himself from his peers, unintentionally ostracizing himself. The less interaction he had with others his age, the worse he became at communication. When he did try to talk to his classmates, his words always came out wrong, or were misinterpreted, which caused him to feel flustered and get angry.

So, in order to save himself the embarrassment, he stopped trying. And he was perfectly fine being alone; without friends or enemies.

Until one day, he saw (Reader) for the first time.

The single most beautiful person he'd ever seen. Her laughter ripped through his chest, and the scent of her body wash made his head feel fuzzy.

(Reader) never saw him. Simon had succeeded in making himself invisible, so much so that even if he stood right in (Reader's) path on the sidewalk, she would side step around him.

One day, she did just that, casually maneuvering around Simon without so much as making eye contact.

Simon didn't mean to hurt her.

His hand reached out before the thought fully formed in his head. He just wanted her to look at him, so maybe he was just reaching out to grab her shoulder? It happened so quickly, that Simon didn't comprehend what he was doing until (Reader) was knocked over, hitting the asphalt.

But it worked.

(Reader) rolled over, startled, staring at Simon with doe like eyes, shaking a little from the sudden impact of her fall. And any sympathy he had for accidentally hurting her immediately flew out the window when he realized that, for once, she was looking at him and only him.

"Next time, don't ignore me." Simon hadn't intended on sounding so threatening, it just came out that way.

She nodded before scrambling to her feet, grabbing her belongings and dashing away.

Having (Reader) look at him was.. exhilarating. It was so intoxicating that when she turned away and robbed Simon of her sight, it felt like a piece of him was stolen away.

He needed to have that again. He didn't feel bad about what he did because he had been rewarded with (Reader's) undivided attention, but planned an apology for when he would later see her at lunch, to mend the misunderstanding and, eventually, form a beautiful relationship with her. However, when lunch came around, and he was excitedly rehearsing his faux apology, Simon saw (Reader) from across the courtyard; he watched her notice him, then speed off in the opposite direction.

Simon forgot the apology. She saw him. She looked at him. And she had the audacity to run away?

The lanky young man chased her down, finding her quickly and cornering her behind the gymnasium.

"I thought I said to not ignore me?" Simon said with a tight smile.

"Please don't-"

"You really hurt my feelings, (Reader)." Simon interrupted, shocking the young woman. For the life of her, she couldn't recall who this person was, and Simon could see that on her face.

"I'm sorry.."

"You're sorry?" He didn't know why he was being so mean, but the words just kept tumbling out of his mouth at a speed he couldn't control. It was empowering having (Reader) acknowledge his existence, even if it was by cowering in fear. "That's not good enough."

He grabbed (Reader's) face with one hand, squishing her cheeks together, distorting her shocked gasp.

"You're never going to ignore me again, you hear me?"

"Yed." (Yes)

Simon gripped her jaw tighter, making her wince. "I think you and I are going to be best friends.. isn't that right, (Reader)?"

When she refused to answer Simon forcibly made her nod her head with his hand.

All he could think about was kissing her soft looking lips puckered up between his thumb and pointer finger. But that would have to wait. She shook in his hand, and was clearly sniffling back tears. But Simon still didn't feel any guilt.

He didn't mind becoming (Reader's) bully, as long as it meant that she continued paying attention to him and only him.

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! And I'm sorry that it ended up a short drabble ☹️ sometimes, inspiration robs me of my sleep, other times out pumps out onr sentence and thinks it's done lol

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere bully #fem reader #sorry it took so long #thank you for your patience #mild bullying #short drabble

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hannyoontify · 8 months

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[23:01] you glanced around your best friend's empty apartment in confusion. vernon had sent you an urgent text 15 minutes ago, asking you to come over to his apartment asap and when you asked why, he responded with a vague 'it's important'. when he said that, you had scoffed since vernon's definition of important could range from him almost losing a finger while trying to cook to him finding a cute ladybug on the windowsill of his bedroom.

regardless, you had dropped everything you were doing and left your house in hurry because more often than not, vernon's emergencies were more on the ladybug spectrum, but you never knew. you had basically barged into his place, almost breaking down his door in the process, only to find his home empty.

you looked over your friend's disheveled apartment again. there were groups of opened and unopened moving boxes scattered around his living room, its contents spilling out and onto the floor. you were profoundly confused. vernon's lived in this apartment for almost 4 years now and you knew he had no plans of moving anytime soon, so why the boxes?

as if to answer your rhetorical question, you heard a loud thump by the foyer and you nearly jumped out of your skin in surprise. you made your way to the entrance, ready to fight off any intruders with the 3 weeks worth of knowledge of taekwondo from your middle school years.

'nonie?' you called out cautiously. at the doorway wasn't vernon, but rather, a tall stack of boxes. 'vernon?'

a familiar head of fluffy brown hair peeked out from the side. your best friend flashed you a bright smile, evidently very happy to see you. 'name! you came quick!'

you smiled and took the top box. 'yeah, cuz you told me it was important. what's going on?'

vernon gave you a knowing smile. 'something very, very, very important'

good lord, you thought to yourself with a small smile as you set down the box you were carrying. straightening your back, you analyzed the maze of cardboard boxes scattered and covering almost every square inch of the living room floor.

'are you getting a roommate? what's with all the moving boxes?' you asked. you already knew vernon wasn't going to any of your questions, but you couldn't help it. you needed to know what was going on.

vernon ignored your set of questions and made climbed his way to his couch and motioned for you to sit down next to him. despite being wildly confused, you did as he asked and cuddled up against your best friend, who busied himself with digging through a nearby box. you held back the (very strong) urge to ask any more questions and sat quietly, patiently waiting for vernon to do something.

'nonie, i swear this better be worth my time-'

vernon sat back up with a stack of familiar looking books in his hands. and he was smiling. brightly, almost stunningly. you felt your breath hitch. 'it is! i promise'

you gave him a questionable look but nevertheless settled down next to him as he pulled the first book into his lap. it looked like an old magazine, with tattered, worn paper. you could tell it used to be the coated glossy paper fashion magazines used back during it's prime time.

it took you a minute to recognize the image on the cover.

'is this-?'

if it's physically possible for vernon's gummy smile to grow any bigger, it most definitely did as he nodded at you. 'yeah, it's our elementary school yearbook from 5th grade'

you covered your mouth with a hand, the other hand too busy flipping through the dusty pages to do anything else.

'how did you-?'

'my parents are moving out of their current home and into a smaller one, and i was helping them get rid of old storage when i came across boxes full of old photo albums and yearbooks from our childhood. mom said i could take them so..'

vernon trailed off, losing his train of thought when he saw the way your eyes sparkled and lit up with joy, the corners of your eyes crinkling up whenever you smiled. your pupils would disappear and your eyes would crease, forming small crescents that made his heart melt a little.

'do you remember this? this was field day and i ate shit during the 100 meter race so you lost the race for me and walked me to the nurse's office' you pointed to a picture joyously, small giggles spilling out of you. the two of you weren't the focus of the picture, but you could clearly see two small kids walking in the distance, their arms wrapped firmly around each other's shoulders.

vernon smiled at the memory. 'yeah, i remember' he said softly. you sighed and leaned against his now much more broad shoulder as you flipped through more pages.

'you wanna see something fun?' vernon asked. he already knew what your reaction was going to be, but still, he thought it would be funny to see it in person.

you looked at him expectantly as he pulled out a much bigger, thicker hard cover book. he handed it to you and you accepted it with a quiet 'mmph' at the unexpected weight.

once you caught a glimpse of the cover, you covered your face and groaned loudly. 'nooo not our junior year of high school..'

vernon chuckled as he took the yearbook out of your grasp and started flipping through the pages as you complained about how bad your school's photographer was and how the printer did your face so dirty.

he wordlessly flipped to the page where you were and he barked out a sharp laugh, causing you to whine even more. 'I'M TELLING YOU I DIDN'T LOOK THAT BAD I SWEAR IT WAS JUST THAT ONE DAY'

your so called best friend was now on the floor, gasping for air as he wheezed uncontrollably. you couldn't help but also crack a smile and you took the yearbook back into your lap and began flipping through the pages frantically as vernon slowly began to calm down.

'oh man, i know i've been friends with you since elementary school but oh my god..' vernon giggled again as he wiped away a stray tear. you ignored him and stopped when you finally found what you were looking for.

'aha! nonie, look'

vernon tucked his chin on your shoulder and peered over, curious to see what you found. oh. until he wasn't.

'you were like, a bit foreign. eyes beige, darkish blondish. shorta than meh' you sang in a nasally voice. immediately, vernon fell over and off the couch again, covering his bright red face with his hands.

'STAWPPPP I WAS 16 YEARS OLDDD' he wailed dramatically. you cackled maniacally, happy to get some kind of revenge.

vernon had joined your high school's rap club as a sophomore. it was only a hobby he had and he thought he needed at least one extra curricular under his belt, so he signed up.

you giggled as vernon collected himself but his face remained a bright shade of red. ''s alright nonie, we all have some kind of dark past'

he grumbled and sat down next to you. he reached over and flipped a few pages and pointed victoriously at a new photo and you felt your blood run cold. smack dab in the center of the yearbook was a big ass picture of you and your high school boyfriend, your arms wrapped around each other and cheesy smiles around. you weren't hungry but you suddenly felt yourself losing your appetite at seeing your ex's face.

'and you have yours' vernon said smugly. he paused for a moment before continuing. 'i hated him, by the way'

you blinked at him. 'really? i thought you liked him'

'yeah, i liked him for you. because you liked him. i thought he was a dick but if you liked him, that meant you saw something in him, right? so i trusted him' vernon scooted closer to you, his warm body now flush against yours. from where you were, you could smell his aloe vera shampoo and aftershave. you wondered if he could hear your heart thumping from where you were sitting.

probably, right?

'yeah, i thought you deserved better' he said in a much quieter voice. you leaned in, curious if he had anyone else in mind. 'no i'm not telling you who'

'pleaseeee it's been almost a decade, i can handle it'

'no'

'did i know them?'

'yes'

'were they one of your friends?'

'... i guess you can say that'

'minwoo?'

vernon scoffed. 'minwoo? that prick only cared about hitting a joint at exact 2 hour intervals'

you giggled and cuddled up against him, your head laying on his chest now as his hand slowly stroked your hair.

'hmm i wonder who else'

'seokmin? seungkwan? minghao?'

'no, no, and no'

'you?' vernon nearly choked on nothing as he fought for composure but he was 10000% sure you heard his heart pounding when you laid your head on his chest. 'oh my god chwe hansol are you being serious?'

vernon fought for words, any words. he just needed something for damage control but he basically had nothing. your jaw dropped open when you saw him nervously fidget and avoid eye contact.

eventually, the silence got too quiet for vernon, a rare occurence.

'okay, yes, i've had a crush on you since maybe sophomore year of high school. that's when i started writing songs about you. hell, maybe even love. you care so much for me and you always make sure i'm eating my meals and checking up on me and fuck you're my best friend, how am i not supposed to fall in love with you. i laugh with you the most, i cry with you the most. i spend the most amount of time with you and i fell in love with you somewhere in between those moments'

you fought the urge to cover your mouth with your hands. vernon was looking everywhere except for your direction, until you said four soft words, making his head snap towards your direction.

'i love you too'

'h-huh?'

'yeah, since the day you lost your race to take me to the nurse's office on field day'

vernon was now looking at you, searching your eyes to detect any lies or insincerity but all he saw was your bright eyes sparkling at him.

'thank god. i don't know how much longer i could've gone without telling you' he gave you a cheesy grin before inching closer, his face now centimeters away from yours. his hands rested on either cheek, the cool skin of his palms sending a small shiver down your spin and you thought your heart was going to leap out of your throat.

'can i kiss you?'

you smiled and a single tear fell off your lash and landed on your cheek, which vernon almost immediately wiped away. 'you better, i've been waiting since we met under that mistletoe our junior year of high school'

vernon chuckled and pulled you in closer, capturing your lips with his.

'of course, i could never break a promise'

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satosugusandwich · 2 months

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𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

Cw: mentions of violence from previous chapter, body image issues mentioned, sukuna is kinda an asshole

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*despite this being an aged up version of yuji, there will be no sexual stuff involving him, also the violence is only in the first chapter with a few mentions after that!!! Cross posted on Ao3 under Spicycrunchroll! THERE WILL BE LOTS OF SMUT LATER ON!*

Chapter 1 here (chapters will also get much longer once the plot is moving)

Chapter 2: Pain in the Ass

So now you smell like piss, vape juice, cum, tears, and malicious horror in the front of your best friend's car. Nothing about anything is normal right now and as much as you wanted to know about the monster in the back seat, you were still in shock from almost being trafficked and also knowing that the monster brutally attacked the men that were attacking you. They might have deserved it, but it’s not exactly the most enjoyable experience for you. You looked into the rear view mirror and could see the monster glaring out the window, seemingly bored and watching the lights of the city as Yuji sped to your home.

Yuji broke the silence. “He’s bound to me. Cuz of some family curse. He’s been sealed for a long time, but I reawakened him. You can see him now, right?” The last sentence sounded almost worried.

Your throat ached from sobbing. “Yeah.”

Yuji’s face was pale and drooping. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’ll help you when we get home.”

You closed your eyes and another tear spilled. You attempted to shift away from the thoughts of what just happened to you, “Thank you. I’m not going to ask about him too much, right now it’s all a lot to process, but what… is he?”

Sukuna huffed from the back seat, shifting ever so slightly. “I’m a demon. You can ask me.”

“Hey!” Yuji called out. “Don’t talk to her like that after all of what she just went through.”

Sukuna sighed and remained silent, turning his eyes to look at you and fixating on the outline of your face. “I’m no threat to her."

Yuji didn't respond, instead he focused on driving home, not knowing exactly what to say to you. You didn't know what to say either, your mind racing back and forth between the traffickers, the man you went out with, and the demon in the back seat. Even though you wanted to find anything else to talk about, you couldn't help but be curious about him. You tried to eye him through the rearview mirror, looking at his features. If it wasn't for his intimidating and inhuman appearance, you'd think he was pretty hot, and he also looked a lot like Yuji. Much larger than Yuji, and much much larger than Yuji. He has to slump down in his seat and his legs are pressed against the back of your seats, he easily takes up half the space in the back of the car, and on top of that, he's built like a wrestler. You couldn't help but stare at him, taking in the features of the more monstrous side of his face. Sukuna certainly notices your stare, but says nothing of it. Under normal circumstances, he'd tease but he's not exactly interested with upsetting you more. After your stare lingers on him long enough, he meets your eyes in the mirror and you quickly look away, an shiver running up your body. He couldn't help but smirk at your reaction.

When you arrived at your apartment, Yuji insisted on holding onto as you wandered inside together, along with Sukuna following closely behind. You didn't ask about him even when he followed the both of you inside, standing to the side of the living room while you and Yuji wandered to your bathroom. After what felt like a century, you removed your soiled clothes and tossed them directly into the trash, not wanting to wear them ever again. You didn't even care that he saw you strip naked, he didn't even care either, he was more focused on the fact that he's gonna have to find some way to explain what just happened and what that might mean for you. You didn't have an inkling of what he was thinking about or what had even happened to make Sukuna suddenly visible to you and Yuji wasn't very excited to explain it to you.

After showering and sobbing for almost another hour, you finally left the bathroom to get dressed, your eyes avoiding the mirror as you rushed to get dressed, disgusted by your own body. You opened bedroom door and went out to see Yuji who was dead silent on the couch. Sukuna had moved from the door and was now looking through your fridge. He paid no mind to your presence even as you gaped at him rummaging through your food, Yuji noticed your expression and turned to Sukuna.

"Don't just eat her shit!" He sounded exasperated as though he had this conversation before.

Sukuna groaned. "You humans and your decorum. Drives me insane." He shut your fridge but took out sandwich meat and started to eat directly from the packaging.

"Um. You can get bread and cheese." You said, making both of them stop moving. "Did I say something wrong?"

Sukuna started to laugh. "Here the brat was, concerned you'd be upset I'm stealing your food." The mouth on his stomach also stretched into a smile before opening up and he dumped the rest of the lunch meat directly into it, making you gape even wider. "That's enough for now." He stepped out of your kitchen and immediately went to the recliner in the room and sat down, watching your face.

Yuji sighed again and gestured for you to sit down. "Listen, y/n. I have something I need to tell you now. I know you have a lot on your mind, but I don't just wanna tiptoe around." Yuji swallowed, looking down at the floor.

Sukuna seemed to be already annoyed before Yuji even started started talking, groaning dramatically. "Do I need to tell her? Spit it out."

He quickly quipped back, "I'm telling her!"

Sukuna rolled his eyes and sunk back into the recliner which now looks significantly smaller with him seated on it. You shifted your gaze back to Yuji and waited for him to speak. "What is it? Can't be any worse than what we just went through."

"His name is Ryomen Sukuna. Or at least that's the name that was given to him. He's a demonic spirit of the past that became bound to my family a long ass time ago, but after the first person he was bound to died, he was sealed away, but then one day, I was fucking around with some shit that was passed on to me and... well... next thing I knew he was sitting on my bed." He looked to your face for a reaction, but all you could muster was a stare. He took that as a sign to continue. "Sukuna is bound to me and as a result of me asking him to save you, he's bound to you now."

You blinked a few times before speaking. "What? What does that mean?"

Yuji looked to Sukuna then back to you. "Well, for one, you can see him. And now you can interact with him freely. Sukuna can interact with whatever he wants, just not whoever. Because of his bindings to my ancestor, he can only do certain things, like for instance, he can't hurt someone unless given a direct command. And the reason he is bound to you and not the guys he attacked is because of the way he had to save you. You see, the guy who first orchestrated your kidnapping was also bound to a demon and this demon was--"

"A pain in the ass." Sukuna interrupted. "A pitiful excuse of one too. A manipulative bastard that made a vow they regret now." Sukuna had leaned forward, looking at you with all four eyes. "By killing the bastard, I ended up creating a vacant binding and the weakling decided to reflect the binding back onto me. Luckily, the stupid shit didn't know how to do the spell properly so I was able to choose who I had to make a vow with. I don't desire to be commanded around by anyone else and thankfully, you aren't the type to demand others."

You didn't say anything in response to him, he's right. If you had the courage to boss anyone around, you wouldn't have slept with all the one pump chumps and found yourself in the situation you did. Yuji, on the other hand, was pissed that he said that to you.

"What the hell? She was literally kidnapped and almost sex trafficked, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" Yuji shouted and Sukuna had no expression.

The demon cocked his head to the side and rested it on his hand. "I didn't say anything hurtful. She's more docile than the other assholes who were in the proximity."

You rose from the couch and Yuji panicked, before he could say anything you reassured him. "He didn't hurt my feelings. Don't worry. I want to go to bed."

Yuji got up to follow. "Do you need me to sleep with you?"

Swallowing a tightness in your throat, you answered. "Could you?"

"Of course!"

Sukuna watched the two of you retreat to your bedroom and couldn't help but wonder why you stopped the conversation so soon. He isn't fond of the situation himself, when he went after the man that kicked you out of his house, he was hoping it'd be a quick return to sender and was beyond angered when he was faced with one of his own. Few demons have the audacity to openly manipulate humans, let alone the pride. He was grateful they weren't a human and was able to get rid of them, but wasn't pleased with the fact that now he has a new "owner". Truthfully, the whole situation left him scowling and exceptionally eager to release his frustrations. The humans that tried to apprehend you were foolish to ally themselves with such a cunt of a demon, but even more foolish to try and steal a human for the sake of a demon's orders. Really, Sukuna leaving one of them without the ability to speak ever again and the other with a few shattered bones was a blessing. The ones that attacked Yuji should be grateful that Itadori was compassionate enough to leave them only with some broken limbs as well. Sukuna's takes no thrill in fighting the weak and barely takes any enjoyment in other's suffering, in fact, compared to most demons, he finds it boring. And here he is, stuck with the most boring people he could have as masters, at least Itadori's ancestor was a fighter himself and sought strength similar to Sukuna. Then again, he reminds himself, at least Itadori and you are stupid enough to be funny.

Sukuna sighed to himself and looked out the window of your apartment, he's going to have an overwhelmingly uneventful life with being bound to both of you. Here he was, so ecstatic to be awoken once again, just to have to watch a shitty college romance between two brats and now watch your pathetic and sad life. At least amp up the drama if he's stuck as a bystander! Well, he wishes for that, but unbeknownst to him is that he already has plenty of drama for himself approaching at high speed now that you're in his life, as he is in yours.

#jjk #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryoumen smut #sukuna #sukuna x reader fluff #yuji itadori #jjk x you

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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I freaking love you and your fics so I couldn't wait to send this!

Parasite!Reader x Wednesday where Reader and Wednesday go to Nevermore together, the part where Enid shows her claws and Reader just shows their big ass claws and grins menacingly.

Then you can go off on where this story will go! Angst, Fluff, Gore etc etc. Reader already unlocked every ability and is just using them to protect Wednesday. Other than that reader is just laid back and nonchalant.

A/N:... I might end up making a series outta this? I have ideas for another series rewrite.

Wednesday x Parasite!Reader

A school for outcasts. An interesting setting for her new prison. It didn't matter. Wednesday wasn't going to stay longer than necessary. If her parents thought that this would help mold her into an image of themselves, they were wrong. Dead wrong. For now though, she'll play along. Reconnaissance makes for better plans.

Her new roommate, this Enid, was showing her around. The quad held the majority of the students around and she hammered on about social cliques that Wednesday cares nothing for. There was one person who caught her eye though. Someone oddly familiar. Another student nudges the person and points to her. When your eyes meet, surprise hits the goth at the grin she sees.

"Wednesday?" You bound up to the girl, getting closer to verify who you were seeing. "Wednesday Addams? Who'd think you'd end up here." The girl scans your face, trying to place where she's seen you. You stand a moment to let her figure it out before letting a black mass pulse from your body.

"Y/N L/N... I see. Acting as a spy for my parents?" You just scoff at that.

"We haven't seen each other in years and that's the first conclusion you come to? Please..." You shove your hands into the pockets of your hoodie. "I started here at the beginning of the semester. I'm as surprised as you are to see you here."

Dark eyes look you up and down, gauging how genuine you are. It was always hard for her to determine because of how laid back you were as a person. But there's always a tell and she couldn't see one on you.

"Very well." She glances at Enid before looking back at you. "There is something I may need your help with later. Will you be available?"

You think for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I should be good. I'll find you later."

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Wednesday ended up needing assistance taking the color off of the large window in her new room. Your powers made it easy, letting you reach the top of the window with ease. Idle chatter lasted about ten minutes, mostly catching up on each other's lives before silence filled the room. Sound only returns when Enid returns to the room.

"What the hell did you do to my room!?"

You turn your head, shaking your hand to unstick the vinyl from your fingers. Wednesday responds without turning around.

"Dividing our room equally."

Not wanting to get between the two, you just move to sit on Wednesday's bed. Leaning back, you watch the back and forth between the roommates. Nothing really caught your interest until Enid's claws come out.

"This kitty's got claws and I'm not afraid to use them."

Suddenly, you're behind Wednesday. Your arm pulses and enlarges, talons growing along your fingers. A large, clawed hand goes between Enid and Wednesday, shielding the goth from the wolf.

"We comparing claws? Cuz I think I got you beat." Your passive face is pulled into a wicked grin, the sudden shift in your demeanor surprising the wolf as she stumbles back with a gasp. Wednesday has a tiny smirk on her face before the sound of the door opening draws everyone's attention.

Ms. Thornhill arrives to welcome Wednesday, effectively smothering the tension into embers. Knowing now that your friend(?) is relatively safe, your parasitic power reverts back into your body. You stand back, letting the dorm mother relay the rules. It takes only a moment, but you're forced to leave soon after being reminded of curfew.

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The next time you get to see Wednesday was at the carnival. She's tossing darts at a booth when you walk up.

"So, you're leaving."

"I don't know where you heard that."

You sigh. "The fact is, I had to hear it outside of you. What the hell? I thought we were friends?"

The goth whirls around to face you. "Just because we knew each other in the past doesn't mean we're friends." Her glare keeps you still, as if binding you. "I'm leaving and you will never see me again."

Tyler shows up then, ready to take Wednesday away from here. You eye him with a scoff.

"And you trust this normie with helping you?" With a sigh, you back away. "Fine. Whatever. I know where I stand now. Less than a stranger." You finally turn around and leave, determined to leave the goth in the past.

That resolve lasted all of thirty minutes.

There was something bothering you. A constant nagging just kept you from enjoying your time. Eventually, it frustrated you enough to go and find out what the issue was. Your parasite led you to the forest and what greeted you was gruesome.

A large beast was clawing at someone you couldn't see, but as soon as it spun to eye Wednesday, you jumped into action. Your arm shot forward, summoning a large stream of black mass to collide into the creature. The monster goes flying while you make your way between it and Wednesday. You form a shield to block the goth. When the beast recovers and looks at you, you can see the thought process in its head before dashing off into the forest. You don't chase after it, opting to stay with Wednesday who was racing toward the body on the ground. You follow along, finally recognizing the bloodied mound.

"Rowan?" You kneel next to the body. "What's going on here?" Wednesday just looks at you.

"Something sinister... And I will find out exactly what. Come. We need to inform the authorities."

While you wanted to stick with the body to ensure nothing would happen to it, you couldn't leave Wednesday alone in case the monster returns. With a sigh, you follow Wednesday back to the carnival. No matter what happens, you'll protect Wednesday. Whether she likes it or not.

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #asks #wednesday (netflix)#requests

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quartzalynlove · 11 months

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Savior

Summary: spider-punk starts to notice some murals of him in the allies of the city

Pairing: Spider-punk x black! Fem! Reader

A/n: I feel like my writing has been so trash lately but life goes on

The media was never a huge fan of Spider-Man, or "spider-punk" as they called him in an attempt to antagonize the anarchist. The gratitude they showed Camden's hero after taking down Norman Osborne's regime was short-lived, but that didn't stop him from fighting against injustice in his town. It didn't matter what the masses or the media had to say, Spider-man was doing good, and the individuals affected by the actions of the upper class had the words to back him.

Hobie never heard his praises sung by the media, and he didn't need to either. However, one night, while the news played in the local pub, the devil's chorus sang with his name in scarlet on their lips.

"Throughout the week there have been multiple sightings in the whole of Camden of what look to be homages to the Spider-punk," P Pattie Pendleton reported, her words sharp like lobster claws.

"Opinions on this spike-headed menace have never been too cheery in the past, but is there someone in Camden who's taken a liking to the crass criminal? This is P Pattie Pendleton as it happens."

The outspoken reporter wasn't the only one off-put but the art put up in Spider-Man's name. Hobie always made it clear that he didn't have fans. The only people that liked him grew up like he did and lived in the places he did, and he knew all of them on a first-name basis. Hobie's friends only celebrated him by supporting the movement, and he was not a symbol of the movement. He was nothing more than an instrument. It was safe to say that the giant murals plastered on the sides on buildings weren't Hobie's favorite thing in the world.

That night, he tried to look for the artistic culprit in the streets, but it was a big dark city, and all of it was their canvas. Wherever the artist was, Hobie hoped they would wait until the morning to strike again and give him time to devise a proper plan.

The next day, Hobie immediately took to the streets. Camden was divided into four sectors, and he planned on searching all of them until the culprit was caught. After having no luck with the first two, Hobie's patience was running thin. He almost called it a day until his spidey sense tingled something fierce as he swung down the street. Stopped in his tracks, Hobie perched on a lamppost that gave him a view into an alleyway. An alleyway where a large art piece of himself was being completed on a wall. Hobie kissed his teeth at the image of him posed permanently plastered onto brick. It didn't take him a long search in the alley to find the painter. They were covered head to toe in black with a spray can and stencil in hand. Before they could add the finishing touched, Hobie swung into the alley and confronted the artist.

The mystery painter jumped at the gust of wind that blew through as Hobie landed in front of them. She almost couldn't believe that he was there in front of her. For a moment, neither of them said a word, but Hobie knew he didn't like the idea of a black clad figure with a mask and sunglasses hanging out in the alley.

Hobie confronted her. "Why you paintin' pictures of me in the allies?"

The artist had to admit that this wasn't how she imagined meeting Spider-Man to be. His arms were crossed, and she could feel the distance he put between the two of them.

The painter replied nervously, not really having a solid answer. "Beautification program?"

Usually, a laugh from Spider-Man would have been an endearing and uplifting sound, but the hostile environment it entered spoke for the sound that left the masked hero.

"That it?" He asked. "Cuz it looks like you're using me to make a statement."

"Is that a bad thing?" The painter asked cautiously.

Hobie leaned against the blank space on the wall, his arms folded over his chest.

"I don't mind making a statement, but I don't like being the symbol of it."

With a slight tilt of her head, the painter glanced at Hobie and then the almost finished mural on the wall in confusion.

"Why not?" She asked. "You've done so much for the city over the years."

The eyes of Hobie’s mask squinted as he shook his head. "You don't even know anything about me."

"You took down President Osborn; your protests and movements single-handedly made harmful corporations run into the dark. You're a hero"

Without a word, Hobie stood straight before stepping towards the artist. Although she felt it was in her best interest you put distance between them again, she stayed stuck in place.

"I'm not a hero," Hobie said. "And it's not my movement it's the movement. If you wanna support it, then stop putting my face all over the city."

The artist didn't have a response. Obviously, she had accidentally struck a nerve, and it probably wasn't her place to resolve it. Hobie didn't wait for a response before swinging up and away from the alley. Watching as he left, the painter thought about Spider-Man's request. Out of respect, she did want to listen to him, but she knew the situation at hand. Someone in the city needed to protect him.

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xxc0mp4ctd1scxx · 4 months

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I wish that who uses only "she/her" or "he/him" referring to Mizu kinda get the drip that Mizu isn't neither a man nor a woman.

That whoever is using only one of these pronouns is actually seeing that Mizu is kinda beyond gender shit, and any other category.

So when using those are all in a genderqueer/genderfuck way. When calling them girlfriend or man or bf is in an ironic way.

I really wish I'm not seeing people thinking Mizu is a woman just bc they are AFAB or bc "this trope is ant-women" terf's shit. Cuz I guarantee that Mulan (1998) and Blue Eye Samurai (2023) aren't being feminist in a simple "We Can Do It, too" way, but rather "See, gender roles are stupid and fuck you if you think that genderqueer people don't exist and people are only MAN or WOMAN."

Man, I really hate when people look at a genderqueer story and think only in binary. Adult Mizu could have been a woman if they really were one, cuz the point of they being perseved as a boy was only to be more difficult to find them as a kid, when their mom couldn't protect them with her hands or power, cuz she had none.

I think that when they were in the wife role, they weren't really performing it as a woman, but more like a duty commonly attributed to wife (more like my father being the cook in the house and a really good caretaker who is really considering and cute, and also being the dad figure, when my mom is in the finances business of the house and isn't the best caretaker of all times...) and for they mom respect and consideration, cuz they loved her and wanted to show their love, retributing by marry that guy.

But they were rejected by their mom and their husband, when being their own singular self. When showing they weren't the wife, neither the woman people thought they should be.

Yes, they suit a masc appearance and mannerisms, but it seem dehonest to call them a man. They really don't perform a man image.

Just like non binary transmasc or butches... We aren't really men just bc we are mascs. And we aren't really, by the book, women, solely by the fact we are AFAB.

Why? Cuz it is just like that. Gender isn't the binary we were thought and I wish everyone a really good search and thinking on genderqueer thesis and documents, already documented discussions and a read on "Butch Blues", a watch on "Tomboy", etc.

#blue eye samurai #queer discourse #more like #queer rant #cuz im pissed fearing people are missreading the whole show #just bc Mizu is genderfucking around not giving a single shit about the binary #only doing what makes sense and (i also thinking) better suits and easy theirself in their skin #they wear a binder for fucks sake #it cant be thay they are binary #neither Mulan really was binary to be honest #look at how the movie ended #they weren't shouting “Im a binary woman human being”#they werent denying the improviment on self-realization that they had #also they were seemed to be kinda ok and enjoying it #not like “oh fuck I really hate being in this situation. being persived as a man”#fuck you if you dont agree #by the “but is better to be a men” logic trans women and transfem nonbinary people wouldn't fucking exist #soo fuuuuuck youuuuuu #im really not in to a discussion #this is my statement #not an invitation #if you disagree bc you think those points im criticizing are right #and you also want to talk???#i just want to punch you in the face you fucking transphobe #this is no discussion #and stop invalidating queer people's history. lives and ownselfs #fuck you #mizu

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onmyyan · 1 year

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i humbly and respectfully beg for a crumb of Ricky content, i need more of this man (holiday drabble like his brother perhaps?) i love, love, love your writing and your characters!!

Ricky's heart grew three times that day.

A/N: Ricky is baby also took a different approach with this one because our boy is troubled but we luh him all the same. Also Coquito(1) is like this boozy eggnog that has like three different types of Puerto Rican rum in it and it gets you SLOSHED lmao my family on my mom's side always makes it around the holidays, do y'all have any fun traditions?

TW'S: Ricky, Yandere, he has the holiday blues, cursing, suggestive

Ricky hated winter. The snow in New York was brutal, he was always shivering no matter how many thermals he wore, and everyone got on his nerves even more so than usual. These thoughts were at the forefront of his mind as he stared down at the daunting message from his Father, the invitation to the Christmas party was more of a command than an ask and he felt his blood pressure rise at the idea.

Checking to see if you were still sleeping, his tired eyes raked over your blissfully unaware form and the sight pacified him almost instantly. He began to gently pet your hair, the soft motions self soothing as his mind became a battlefield.

While not inherently terrible, being surrounded by his loud extended family always left him with a migraine. Be it the judgmental tones and stares or the backhanded compliments, he'd be forced to interact with them, forced to save face and make his dad look good even though he was tearing them apart in his mind.

He hated small talk, especially with people he couldn't give less of a shit about. And his nature was far too blunt and aggressive to mesh with the rest of his kin, he felt the sneer on his face at the though of all the tongue biting he was gonna have to do tonight, and he must have been thinking too loud because you began to shuffle awake.

"Sleep. It's way too early for you to be up." His morning voice was shiver inducing, the tremble in his words had a smile curling on your half asleep form, the small kiss he pressed to the center of your forehead made you fully open your eyes.

"Mm but you're way more fun than sleep." You responded, nearly cutting yourself off with a yawn. He couldn't help but grin down at you, all tension evaporating from his body, his semi cold hand drifting from your waist to your own, had goosebumps rising on the skin, he smoothly interlocked your fingers with a content sigh.

He allowed himself to be swallowed by the peace of the morning. Waking with the love of his life was something he'd never get used to, far too often he had nightmares where you were gone or worse, all in his mind, then he'd jump awake with a pounding heart, only to find you peacefully drooling on his chest, the image making him fall somehow deeper in love.

"Why ya up so early anyway babe?" You asked snuggling closer to his chest. He'd have to force himself not to shiver when you began playing with the gold chain resting on his neck. He'd bought it to match with a necklace he gifted you on your one month anniversary, inhaling your scent deeply, trying to ground himself further in the moment, he took a second before responding.

"Dad texted me." He started slowly, as if not saying it would somehow negate his need to attend.

"Every year my Ma' throws this ridiculous Christmas party and every year I gotta go and deal with my whole family- it's a mess and I hate it." He all but whined.

"All I wanna' do is snuggle and watch those shitty cheesy movies you love so much-" he punctuated this with a soft kiss, "But nooo. Now I gotta play nice with a bunch'a assholes just cuz' were related." You smiled up at your grump of a boyfriend and tried not to laugh at his dramatics.

"Okay big guy- those cheesy movies? Yeah you love em' too don't even try to play with me I seen you cry and second," you sprung like a cat to sit up, throwing a leg over him to straddle his waist, he gave a wicked grin at the action, hands instantly finding home on your hips, "You got back-up this year, anyone gets too cunty and I'll handle em'." Sliding your thumb across Your throat in a mocking gesture, he couldn't help but laugh at the image, the cute little giggle you let out was contagious, leaning down to seal his lips in another kiss, this one much longer than the last, when you pulled away to breath he followed, sitting up and wrapping your legs around his middle.

"Oh you're gonna take my aunt Susan out back if she gets snippy huh?" He laughed against your mouth, his thumbs began to circle the skin of your hips sending sparks up your spine.

"Really though Rick, I got you. We show up, razzle the parents, totally upstage your brothers by bringing your mom flowers and then get home in time to bone to whatever cliché movie they got on TV."

His eyes softened at your very clear attempts to cheer him up, the action only further proving to him you were his forever person. "Come on ya Grinch. It might even be funn." You whispered the last part, as if a secret.

He sighed through his nose before interlocking your pinkies. "Okay but if I call it we're outta there you dig?"

The way your face brightened made the party suddenly seem actually appealing. "Dig. We can say I got the meat sweats or ooh- I can make myself pass out?"

The rest of the morning was spent in between the sheets. When you'd finally wrestled him out of bed he, like the brat he was, claimed he wasn't showering unless you joined him.

After your rather steamy shower he found his place snugly sat between your legs, his finger tips gently tracing your guy's names on your calves, you'd been softly singing along to the Christmas song thrumming through the morning air and gently brushed out his long mane. The ends got curly when he was fresh out the shower like this, the strands bounced around your finger as you began to braid.

He was practically drooling from the incredible sensation of your fingers threading through his scalp. It was as if you had magic in those hands.

He discovered a few things about himself that day, he didn't mind Christmas music if it was coming from your mouth. He also found the idea of showing you off way too good to pass up, sure his possessive nature usually didn't allow for such feelings but every year someone commented on his lack of partner, he couldn't wait to walk in with the most enchanting creature to ever grace the earth on his arm. He also couldn't wait to see the look on his siblings faces when they realized he wasn't lying and you were in fact real, he had yet to introduce you to anyone but his parents, sure the other boys knew of you, but Ricky is so stingy with your information, so hesitant to speak about you, they'd begun teasing him, as if you were made up.

You both looked to die for as you put the finishing touches on your look. Ricky was fussing with his tie, his nerves picking back up as the clock marched on. His brain was running faster than usual, running through all the ways it could go wrong, all the ways you could end up hurt, but then your hands slid around his midsection from behind, your shorter form peaking out to meet his gaze in the mirror.

"Hey, you okay over here? I can't remember the last time you looked this uncomfortable." His hands instantly stopped fussing with the undone tie, eagerly encompassing your own with his larger ones, focusing on the warmth you provided instead of the nagging anxiety in his gut was easy.

"I'm- I'll be okay." He reassured you, bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss each finger. "I got you- I'll be okay." He repeated like a mantra, you smiled sadly at the taller man, knowing just how hard he worked for his Father's approval, you're not sure he even could say no to the man, turning him to face you took little effort, you cupped the sides of his face as softly as you could, thumbs gently rubbing his flustered face, "Say the word and we're telling your mom I got food poisoning." He huffed a laugh through his nose, leaning his forehead against your own, his eyes closing in concentration as he held you closer to him.

"Thank you Love." His eyes opened with such raw passion is took you aback a little.

"You're like my morphine tonight okay? No straying too far, if my creepy cousin says anything to you come tell me- who am I kidding you're not gonna have to I'll be right there." He quickly shook away his storm cloud and began running down his mental list of rules for a successful night, his usual attitude was back making you return his grin.

"And don't let Manny goad you into drinking the coquito*, he made it this year and the little bastard is heavy handed with the rum." He continued talking while you began to fix his tie, the ginger not skipping a beat. "Ma will try to feed you until you can't move so when she asks if you're hungry say no- it is a trap." You snorted at this, much to his amusement. "I'm so serious- anyway my Pop's a real hardass, don't take his face personal I swear he just looks like he hates you." You'd finished his tie with a pat to the chest and he pressed a brief kiss to your knuckles as thanks, "-but he knows how much you mean to me and promised he wouldn't scare you away."

"Don't worry my love, nothing you do could scare me off." You said lightheartedly, walking back to your mirror to double check yourself as it was time to go, not knowing just how serious he was taking those words.

"That's good to hear." His smile would be so genuine you'd completely miss the dark look in his eye.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #anon submission #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #my oc #yandere oc ricky #ricky delmont x reader #ricky delmomt

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queer-muslim-culture-is · 6 months

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does anyone relate to me as a queer muslim?

Just wanted to put a disclaimer that I personally am not acting on it but I did find a way to reconcile my queer identity and religion <3

I grew up mostly thinking I was straight but in my teens I didn't label with heterosexuality anymore. I was never really passionate about queer activism but I recall being uncomfortable with homophobia at masjid and gatherings but I never thought about it too much until may 2022

That is May 27 2022 to be specific, the stranger things release date. Im not going off topic lol I promise. So basically I converted from being a mileven shipper to a byler shipper after watching. This was when my queer religious crisis started. I loved Mike and Wills relationship and I thought it was so beautiful from the way they treat each other. I was reading fanfics, watching edits, reading analysis 24/7. How could it be wrong

I knew that the logic with ''Sinful'' actions is that even though you desire benefits coming from it, and you intend good things to come out of it, the reason why its a sin is because unseen harmful effects come out of it even though that's not what we intend. ''But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.'' I could deal with the fact that queer actions were forbidden cause that meant you don't hate the sinner or the ''Sin'' but only the fact that your action has ''harmful unseen/unknown affect'' that you just have to trust in God that its there and that he would only make harmful things forbidden. For example: Promiscuity is a sinful behavior in islam, and God considers it disgusting because it is harmful, but in Jannah all the harmful effects of your desires are removed, this explains why alcohol and hoor al ayn, music etc exist in Jannah. So can I act on my queer desires in Jannah? I made the horrible mistake of going to cishet people with this question and obviously they said NO. I was so fucking pissed and mad and I felt guilty for being mad because it felt like I was questioning Allah. But mostly I was hurt because God is not who I thought he was and I felt ignored, betrayed, neglected, and I took the queerphobia as my image of God. It just made me even more pissed off when people said '' you will get something better'' why can't I get what i asked for and be treated normally like everyone else with their forbidden desires? After suffering an entire lifetime of homophobia and abstinence, God wants to brush this issue under the rug and ignore it even though it becomes a part of who a person is, where is the justice?? At that point I felt like if I couldn't get queer liberation in the next life for myself I would want it for someone else and I would fight for it. I had mercy in my heart for queer people. So this does not make sense cuz GOD IS THE MOST MERCIFUL, more merciful that any lgbtq+ activist on this earth, so God surely must out mercy me

I went through a religious crisis period for 6 months just constantly soaking up all the queerphobic media online from muslims. I felt sick reading all of it and I felt my heart drop. Why do muslims deny that queerness is not a choice. Why do these scholars have rights to speak on issues they've never experienced. How can a person tell another person how they feel. How can you deny centuries of queer people and why do some muslims make fun of queer people, hate us, think were disgusting etc. I really never felt any righteousness or respect from these people yet they say ''respect not support'' tf? I started getting depressed, failing in school because I took these people and modeled my image of Allah based on them. Why wont I get what I want in this life or the next? So my love was considered ''disgusting'' for no reason.

Then months later, everything changed. I started talking to God everyday and treated him like my therapist and I vented out all the pain of queerphobia. I did scientific research on queerness and found out that is generally innate/unchangeable and internalized homophobia turned into anger towards queerphobic people. I was just crying out to Allah wishing that Queer Love could be honored and respected one day and that slowly, naturally it turned into me making dua to Allah that queer people could act on it in Jannah. I for some reason thought it would be more acceptable to ask for queer relations without the sexual aspect lmfao my puritarian era. So anyways I slowly started making Dua to Allah often and asked all the time for queer liberation in the next life and for people I knew in real life, online, my moots, queer muslims who passed away etc. I turned the anger of queerphobia into calling out to Allah to ask for liberation for the queer ummah. I eventually also asked for the sexual aspects as well lmfao. I remember one day I prayed tahajjud and asked Allah for queer people to be with their lovers in the next life and to be themselves (gender identity) and I asked for a sign. I even talked to Allah about my love for byler lmfao dont judge me ok I was crying my ass off at the van scene where Will confessed to Mike. So anyways the ''Sign'' as I saw one day I was cleaning my room and read a book that said that Allah would never guide a person to make a dua if he didn't want to answer it. I was shook and long story short I learned that God is what you make of him and you must trust God when you make dua to him. Another Sign I saw was that I was a video literally explaining this concept in a tik tok another time after I made tahajjud and asked for the same thing again.

My perception of God has fundamentally changed and I am so grateful. Byler endgame 2024 <3

im just gonna quickly note that this blog *does* support acting on your queer attraction and i, as the mod, have multiple partners. i choose to interpret the stories that supposedly ban queerness otherwise (some of these interpretations are or will be shared in #resources) and that any harm that comes from it can either be mitigated (safe sex practices) or is the result of bigotry

but thank you for sharing your experience anon. genuinely happy that you managed to reconcile both with yourself and Allah :]

and hey, i get what you mean abt the fanfiction part skdfjh ! some of my earliest experiences w queerness were reading queer fics on ao3 and feeling,,, something. something i couldnt quite identify till years later. fics exposed me to queer romance, helped me come to terms with my allosexuality, and even helped me experiment with my gender in a way. i owe a lot to fic writers

#queer muslim experiences #queer muslim #queer #muslim #tw homophobia #homophobia #tw internalized homophobia #internalized homophobia #not queer muslim culture

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xdreamer45x · 17 days

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Today marks a monumental occasion, which is none other than Nomi's 10th birthday! (aka the anniversary of when I made my first ever post with her on tumblr X3) I can't believe I've had this lovely lady for a decade now! I've been through so much with her, so she deserves celebrating UvU

Normally I'd try to draw something for the occasion hence why I missed doing something for her 9th birthday cuz life was being mean lol XDD, but since this is a milestone birthday, I decided to do something extra special this year :3 Introducing my custom Nomi Barbie doll! :D It took me a long time to find someone who was able to make her, but I couldn't be happier with the final product ^v^ She's an absolutely gorgeous doll and I love dressing her up in all sorts of different outfits and posing her for pictures ^3^

I currently don't have an outfit that can pass for her og look (the ninja suit), but I do have the next best thing, which is her mom outfit I use for original stuff and my Gravity Falls crossover XP As for the sign, the background is representative of two of the most important aspects of her character; her origins from Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, and her time as my custom character in Dragon Ball Xenoverse and Xenoverse 2 (as well as Dragon Ball: The Breakers now lol XD) I also wanted to toss in a lil Bill Cipher as a nod to my crossover au that really helped shape Nomi into what she is now, but I could not for the life of me find a good transparent image of him that I liked XDD

It's been a fun ride with this gal over the past decade; here's to many more years of joy with Nomi! :D

#rc9gn #human!nomicon #nomicon #xdreamer45x #photos

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izaack-gauss · 6 days

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when the anons traumatize Izaack

andalsome*laughs in asexual*

(I couldn't find a good image fu-💥)

Nah cuz like

#thats not my neighbor #tnmn fanart #izaack gauss #tnmn rp #tnmn #ooc

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spaceless-vacuum · 7 months

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Ok I have a question

So we all know how the link's meet the little cutie pie DEKU SCRUBS reader

But what if the reader got lost and they others saw her get grab by the bat Dragon and was flying away with the reader but is land on the light Dragon and see sage pulling a different sorwd and runs to him

And of course she falls off but gets her flowers Ready even tho she not that good

Mage saga quickly picks her up and is like your cute and mine now

And he the only one that don't fallow the link's and dose his own thing cuz of wild.

Image him being nice to the koroks when the Reader is looking but you know very well he not when she not.

As much as I hate saga sending the guts to space it also a trait I can see he uses and not wild.

And you know very well saga is keeping the little reader with him even making cute pots for her flowers so she can sleep and hide in peach and safety!

He would make so much stuff for her and also keep the links out of his way cuz his baby now

Even great great great Grandpa DEKU tree gabe him the ok cuz he knows she helping saga heal ! And is going to be the deku tree here. In the future.

JUST image the Case scenes the link are going to do

And wild not having the ability to TELEPORT cuz his shirns don't work but his other stuff dose

It didn't give much of a chase. The demon was gone before anyone could react, leaving through the portal it made the group surround the triangle that would lead to another version of Hyrule. Another land with its own sources of trouble. No one was in the mood to risk it. Knowing their luck it would loop back around before nightfall so no need to worry about saying goodbye yet.

Time was the closest. He was the leader and if he went through the rest would follow. There was no way he would lead them through that. Not in their condition. It had been one assault after another and none of them could keep going at this pace. If they made the wrong move theyd wind up at the other end of an ambush. Legend could hardly walk much less keep up with the rest- no. they would not go no matter what happened.

You were hiding between Time’s legs. As was your spot when things went wrong. He had told you and the others that you were not to stray from anyone in the group when a fight broke out. Iut was unacceptable for you to wander off or get lost and that was only more strictly enforced when a fight began.

Time turned around to address the group. It was the perfect opportunity. Surely he wouldn't even notice if you got away quickly. He didn't even note your disappearance until you had walked too far away. Hyrule sent out a shout of warning and Time turned around. He went into a roll, intending to tuck you under one of his arms but it didn't work. You were gone before anyone else could react.

“So when I was speaking did not a single one of you think to warn me?” Time barked out. Angry that no one had said anything sooner.

“Why would they have any reason to run off?” Sky commented. Legend rushed past him and looked into the portal.

“Oh Hylia no- Guys! It’s closing!” align with Legend the rest of the group moved forward. A few, Wild and Twilight fanned out just in case an attack hit as it would give the enemies a less tempting target. The portal was shrinking. A sign that the dark magic holding it together was fading. Each passing second took you farther away from them.

Timed turned around already yelling. He got to his feet quickly and would have gone through as well but he wasted precious seconds getting up off the ground. Legend and Warrior were already holding him back. At this point if he went through no one else would be able to follow. They couldn't split up no matter what. That was the rule.

“Give it up Time. I'm sure they're safe but who knows if you'd be. It's closing, just give it up mate.” Warrior tried to reassure the old man but his heart wasn't in it.

“The portals only open up to another Hyrule. That cuts down on the amount of places they could be. We’ll find them again I'm sure.” Legend said refusing to let go of Tiem until he stopped pulling. Sky in a moment of genius or stupidity did something random. He took off his water canteen and tossed it through the almost shut portal.

“Yeah, Like that will help. Wind asked.

“It won't help us but it'll be good for them. The portal cant carry us at this stage but our item smight make it through. If it does land with them then they'll now know we're looking for them. Plus they're a plant so I imagine they might need the water.” It was the last act any of them were able to take before the portal closed. Sky couldn't see his friend's eyes. Even if the looks were not judgmental he felt terrible at not being able to do more. It was a tough situation and none of them ever thought you might run away. Not after all you'd been through.

“That was your only water canteen. I can imagine you're assuming one of us will share.” Legend said. His tone was dry but as he finished talking Hyrule unclipped his own and offered it to Sky who refused.

“They're a plant so it would be good for them.” Sky was guessing on that part. They were all guessing when it came down to how to take care of you. You were good at communicating your needs when you were with them. The group got a kick at guessing what it was you were thinking about or trying to tell them.

“If they landed in a desert that would be helpful.” Wind meant the comment sincerely. Even if it was just a shoe at least he did something rather than stand around and watch. None of them could have gone through themselves but Sky had the right idea.

“There's no need for so much sass.” Warrior let go of Time and Legend followed suit. The old man was more attached to you than the others were. Time pushed his hand away. He wasn't in the mood. They lost one of their members and no one did a damn thing to help. You were with him. You had been right there in his umbrella of safety and he was the one who messed it all up. Even if everyone else was watching you dash away he should have caught you.

“For all of our sakes, let's hope they landed somewhere safe.” you would make your way back to them. Time knew you would. It was impossible for anyone to stand in their way. You would be back safe in tehri group or else the skies themselves would be torn apart as grievance.

“Where are we going?” Wind asked.

“The shadow won't help us any by opening the gate back up and next time we approach it won't lead us to the same place they went. Our only way to find them again is to move on.” The traveller had a good point. Although no one wanted to get moving they all knew they had to. Their only way to ensure your safety was to move forward and find you as soon as possible. All they had to do was wait. You would ba back- they were sure of it.

. . .

“What the-” This was impossible. For a number of reasons you should not be here. How did someone smuggle a korok on top of a dragon? To be more correct it wasn't a korok. You didn't share the distinctive markings of one- missing both a mask and the tree bark blessing on top of your skin. Sage took a picture praying to all that was holy that something would appear in the compendium. Nothing.

“Why are you here?” You didn't greet him with a yippee or any other friendly sound he had grown accustomed to from the forest dwellers. Rather you just had a huge grin on your face. The wind was fierce and it was funny to watch the plant on top of your head whip back and forth from the gale. Was this a good hiding spot for you? A puzzle on the dragons back? A shrub as large as a dog was going to bother him while he was running around collecting scales. How sweet.

The dragon's hair tangled around his feet as he walked over to pick you up. You made a sound. For all that is sane in this world don't yippee Sage didn't think he could handle one right now- he frowned. Just what were you? There was some relation to forest koroks somehow but it escaped him. He needed to get you back home. Teleporting wasn't an option. Checking the purahpah the map said they were above akala.

There was no way he was carrying you across half of Hyrule. You didn't have a bag full of rocks or anything heavy so he wouldn't have to use the arm but it wasnt looking like you'd be easy to carry. The route was either far too long or he'd have to swing by death mountain. No. no you two would be staying here until he could drop into the lost woods. He'd just have to figure out a way to hold you while falling through the sky.

“Speak- say do something!” his newest priority was getting you to safety. Keeping you here on top of the head of a giant dragon was not a safe bet. You'd likely fall or get swept off by the wind. Worse than that he had to get you back home. He couldn't leave you by the side of the road. Sometimes he'd pass by koroks and decide they'd have to be left to their fates but you were different. Leaving you by the road was not a choice.

Relinquishing control of the situation he sat down in front of you. You seemed to enjoy his defeat making some noise of joy-not a yippee- and bounced around him. Going from one side to the other around him until he managed to grab you. This wouldn't work. If you didnt settle down you'd bounce right off of the dragon and plummet. Sure he'd jump off to grab you but then the two of you would have to walk and he was going to make you walk! No being carried by the ultrahand.

#eye write #yandere legend of zelda #yandere link x reader #request #platonic yandere x reader #'deku sprout reader

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douglasandknuckles · 11 months

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this quote is crazy good (i'm trying my hardest to find a direct image of it, but i cant find any pdfs of the FLCL ultimate edition booklet) (this screencap was from the hazel FLCL video)

'Have you every thought, "I want to go back to the good old days?" I've never though that. Not even once. I really love the "now" of life. Even on my worst days, I always feel like, "Well, tomorrow will definitely be better!" I love the "me who grew up." The truth is, adulthood is freedom. Childhood is not freedom. Childhood was BO-R-ING. When I was about Naota's age, I couldn't accept the position I was in, being a kid and all. I was always irritated. For some reason, I had to go to school, I didn't have any money, I couldn't drink, I didn't know a thing about sex or love (Although, I can't say that those last three things are all that important now, but...) Anyway, since I wasn't in a position to decide for myself or take responsibility in life, I was completely unsatisfied. (Cuz it was still a little bit after this, during my first year in junior high, that I was finally being exposed to rock music.) During the summer of 6th grade, I hated playing basketball because it was boring. I just wandered aimless around the neighborhood waterholes. Oh! By the way, Mamimi and Haruko never appeared!'

Edit: thanks to @jane-grey in the replies who found a pdf where the original quote is! its on page 15: https://archive.org/details/FLCLultimateedition/page/n13/mode/2up

#flcl anime #flcl #fooly cooly

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takobaki · 4 months

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Hi, sorry if my English isn't very good. but I would like to ask for an image of Leona or Jamil (my favorites) where after an accident in potions class he splits into two, one normal and the other in the overblot state, both sides in love with the reader (Female if it doesn't bother you) , but while the normal states don't admit this either out of shame or fear of being rejected, the overblot side doesn't care about this and treats the reader like a deity, leaving their normal versions full of jealousy, and the poor reader confused and enjoying it a little of the situation because I already had a crush on Leona or Jamil, please

AN: I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!! <33 I hope I could do this request justice cuz its super amazing! It was hard to come up with a title for this cuz its a very detailed prompt! (I also haven't gotten to overblot Jamil yet but I'm close lol so his might be a bit inaccurate)

Prompt: After a incident in potions class, he gets separated between his normal form and overblot form, who actually shows his crush on user

Characters: Jamil and Leona

Word count:

Extra AN: This took me so long to write lol hope ya'll like it and sorry if its not accurate to the request, I having trouble remembering things so yeah

Overblot Leona/Jamil showing that they love you when the normal version is too scared to'

Leona

Ruggie was the one to tell you what happened with Leona during potions class, since you were one of the people who was closest to Leona.

When you got there, Leona tried getting you out of the area, claiming how he was strong enough to deal with his own problems

When his Overblot form saw you, OB!Leona walked over to you and gently placed a kiss on the back of your hand, surprising almost everyone in the room

While you were distracted with OB!Leona, you didn't notice that Leona was standing near by, sneering in jealously as he glared at his overblot form

While OB!Leona would like to go do normal romantic things with you, the other Students would be trying very hard to 1) Find a fix for the potion that caused this and 2) Stop OB!leona from causing any damage to the school or hurting other students

When OB!leona took you into his arms while confessing to you about how much he loves you and wants you to be his, Leona couldn't stand watching his Overblot form do what he wanted to do for a while

The only reason why Leona hasn't confessed yet was he thought that it would make him appear soft, and all the respect that he has would go down the drain, so he didn't want to risk it

Yet watching his overblot form confess to you before him made him rethink his choices and he realized that if he wanted to be with you then he should be, and that he should get you before someone better takes you away just like everything else in his life

While the other students were trying to stop Overblot leona, one of the students Ace shot a attack towards OB!Leona, yet instead of hitting him like it was intended to, it hit you

If you thought that Leona's overblot before was bad enough, add on that their crush ended up getting hurt and it was 100x worse

Even normal Leona was mad at the student as OB!Leona started trying to attack the student for hurting you, going on a entire rampage as they held you in their arms

After what felt like hours, even though it was half a hour, Crewel was finally able to get a antidote for the potion mishap, successfully getting rid of OB!Leona

Yet right before you could go back to your dorm, Leona stopped you, a scowl on his face as he looked downwards, a hint of jealousy on his face

"You know... what my overblot self said-" Leona said as he held your wrist before taking a deep breath. "It was all true... I cant stand the sight of you being with anyone else but me" Leona hissed as he crossed his arms over his chest, his ears twitching out of embarrassment "...So don't be with anyone else but me" He added sharply, his cheeks dusting a light pink color as he looked at you

Jamil (Side note: I don't know what the Overblot version of him is like so if its inaccurate sorry. Its prob very inaccurate lmao)

The only reason that Jamil got into a potion mishap during class was because of Kalim, even though he didn't mean to

Poor baby Kalim was trying his hardest to get the potion to be exact without Jamil's help, yet today was the day nothing wanted to work out.

You were in the same class during the time of this happening, so you were one of the first people that OB!Jamil saw

Jamil was used to always being in the shadow of someone, always being forced to look worse then someone, which was why he choose not to confess to you, fearing you wouldn't like him for that reason

OB!Jamil quickly tried to take you, not wanting anyone else to have you or take you away from him, yet the normal Jamil stopped him, holding an arm protectively in front of you

When his overblot form saw this, they got furious as they quickly smacked him away, grabbing you gently

"You know, I have always loved you. I'm tired of hiding this like everything else in my life, I want you to be mine" OB!Jamil said to you as he gently grabbed your chin, making you look him in the eyes. "And I'll treat you how your meant to be treated. Like the deity you are" His overblot form added as he looked at you, and your confused face. All the normal Jamil could feel at that moment was seething jealously, wanting to be the one who confessed to you, wanting to be the one who was able to love you

Jamil swear he felt his heart fall to his feet upon hearing that. Yeah, it was technically him, yet it still hurt to see someone confessing to his crush before he could

Luckily this one didn't last as long a Leona's as Leona is more aggrisive then Jamil yet it still did last quite awhile

Kalim tired to use Oasis maker in a attempt to buy some time to wait for Professor Crewel to finish making a antidote, yet it ended up making OB!Jamil even angrier as he tried to attack Kalim

Jamil quickly used his signature spell on his overblot form, forcing him to let you go before he quickly held you, not noticing your confused face as you secretly enjoyed having your crush hold you in his arms

When Crewel was finally able to make a antidote for the potion, Jamil turned to you, a light blush dusting his cheeks as Kalim watched from afar

"I couldn't stand seeing my overblot form confess to you, you know..." Jamil started as he looked into your eyes "But everything that they said was completely true. And I want you to be mine" He added as some of the bystanders nearby had to hold Kalim back before he could do anything out of pure excitement

"And I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I need to get this off my chest" Jamil finished as he gently took your hands in his, looking up at you softly

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littlelovelyspiderling · 6 months

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Absolutely cackling at the idea of the Avengers and Fantastic 4 seated around the living room and Johnny's gloating about the Spidey fans he met; "They were the same kids from our fight a while back, remember? He called me out in the street," he directed at Sue, who nodded into her book.

Johnny smiled. "I'm so glad I got to apologize and let them know about the reconstruction - of the tea shop that I blew up? God, I couldn't stand it if doe eyes like those hated me forever."

He nudged Spider-Man next to him, who sputtered a little. "Doe eyes?"

"Yeah, big brown eyes," he grinned. "And cute, too. Who knew he'd have a crush on me?"

Spider-Man tensed beside him and laughed, "On you? Super-Billboard-Model? Who would?"

Johnny brushed back his hair and feigned distress. "Sue totally killed my image - she gave him sunscreen to give to me. The audacity," he stuck out his tongue when Sue sent him a finger, then turned back to his friend. "But anyway, do you know a Peter Parker?"

Across the room, Tony choked on his tea.

"You okay?" Sue sat up a little, but didn't leave her spot under Reed's arm.

"Yeah," Tony coughed into his arm, eyes red and laughing. He looked at Johnny, "You met my intern?"

"What!?" Reed stood from his spot on the couch and cried, "Nooo!"

If possible, Spider-Man would have liked to disappear. Outed twice in one day, is there a record?

This is how I imagine Tony would find out, if his home security didn't overhear Peter's almost-confession to May. I seriously want to write fanfics of your fanfics, you're so great! I hope you like the little drabble and have a good day!

oh my goOoOOood i love this soooo much haha!! tbh i would read your fanfics of my fanfics, this is gold! it’s super interesting to see how other people imagine the progression / big moments to come in my story, especially cuz you wrote it so well & in character! i’m in desperate need of other spideytorch fanfics to read so i’d love it if others started writing some too (and sent them to me 🤓)

i actually have a veryyyyy big & dramatic idea for how i want the 2 major reveals to happen in this story (tony discovering peter’s crush & certain people discovering peter’s identity) that i’m soooo excited to write, but hell this might be even better! i dunno if i’ll be able to top it, but we shall see. thank you for this!!

#anon #kind reader friends #or should i say #kind writer friends #asks #this was beautiful to read

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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Idia w/ a fem or gn s/o who’s cater’s introverted best friend (and they both share a love for spicy ramen lol) pls?

sorry for the late fic!! this came out shorter than the rest rip but I hope you still enjoy! I am unfortunately not a fan of anything spicy so I struggle here 😔 shout out to those who can handle the burning fires of hell in their mouth cuz I can't-

title: #a quick pic

summary: You and Idia enjoy ramen together, but first you have to send a pic to Cater.

ship: Idia x gn!reader

word count: 725

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Carefully, you hold your phone at just the right angle. Capturing the freshness of this steaming bowl of ramen without fogging your phone's camera proves to be more difficult than you imagined. You don't know how Cater does this without any effort. With a quick snap, he's done! Meanwhile, it feels like it takes you a whole minute to get a decent picture.

But you do. Or at least you think you do. You're still learning about the whole aesthetic about taking pictures from your best friend. Content with your pic, you set your phone down. A sigh from across the table captures your attention.

"I still don't get the point of taking pictures of food," Idia comments. Chopsticks are digging into his own bowl, mixing the broth to ensure the flavor will be in every bite. "It's not like it's any different from the last one we had. The bowls aren't even from a limited time event. It's such a normie thing to do."

"It's for Cater," you answer. Part of you agrees with him, you still didn't quite understand this whole trend. But another part of you is. Having something to look back to, something you can remember even if its just a picture is nice. "This is his favorite food, you know." And coincidentally, yours too.

You take this moment to post the image of your meal on your Magicam account. It's a barren post that lacks any description or hashtags, just a simple image so you wouldn't pop up in the search results. Regardless of your anonymity, a like instantly finds its way to your post within seconds.

"It's just food," Idia huffs. "Though, I guess it is pretty cool since you did make it..."

And he can't complain how they taste ten times better than a regular cup of noodles. This was the ultra rare edition! Not only made with fresh ingredients, but with gentle love and care. Anime always claimed food made by loved ones taste better and he understands why now. He doesn't linger on the thought for too long, but his hair gives him away.

"He's rubbing off on you."

"He is my bestie," you answer with a chuckle. "Don't worry, you're not in the picture if that's what you're worried about."

"I-I'm not!" He pouts before stabbing at his noodles, hitting nothing and resulting in broth jumping up. He decides to shut up and eat his food before anything else can escape him.

You flash him a small smile, watching as he dines on your meal. Unlike you, he opted for a more basic flavor. It lacked the spicy kick you loved, but you understood not everyone could handle the intense flavor. It was almost funny to consider that your boyfriend's hair was literally fire yet couldn't handle the same level of flames for food.

At least he's enjoying your ramen. That's all that matters to you.

Before eating, you decide to make a quick jump into your DMs with Cater. You send him a different picture, a recent one. It still contains the ramen you made, but that's not the focus. Rather, the one this picture captures is Idia. Noodles in perfect unison hang from his lips, captured as he slurps them up. It's cute in your eyes. Getting pictures of him with permission is always a struggle, whether it be you trying to bring it up or getting one where neither of you are flustered.

'Is this a good pic?'

'100%! so authentic u should post that one and tag him

#datenight #bestnoodlesinthehouse'

'you know I cant do that'

'wah!

date pics get you sooo many likes but i totes get it

keep sending me ur cute pics later

enjoy ur datesies bestie!'

"Your food is going to get cold."

"Ah!" The comment drags you out of the conversation with Cater and back to reality. You hadn't forgotten about it, just caught up in the conversation. With that out of the way, you dig into your meal.

It's hot. Both in freshness and flavor. The heat from the bowl fills your senses as you hover over it and the fiery burn from the sauces cover your tongue. The burning sensation leaves you hungry for more. It's a shame you can't share a spicy love with Idia, but at least your bestie could understand it.

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #twst #idia shroud x you #ignihyde #cater diamond #request #anonymous stars

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