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galedinner · 1 year
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i love when self shippers have inserts with different pronouns than theirs normally are. like yes experiment and play around with pronouns and identity! regardless of personal gender identity, pronouns do not equal gender anyway, and i love getting that sense of comfort from someone when their insert uses new and different pronouns. your f/os are really proud of it too and happy to support you. you are all so cool
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curekibouka-writing · 2 years
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Can i request headcanons for floyd, jade, leona and riddle saying something hurtful and insensitive to their s/o without them realizing it was hurtful until s/o starts crying and walking away from them? With a comfort ending pleaseeee~
A/N: I cannot guarantee a comfort endings as I’ve mentioned in my rules, but I’ll try ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
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Riddle is completely unaware that whatever he was saying is hurtful. He wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, which, in turn, throws him into a confused frenzy. 
His first instinct is to chase after you and ask you what he said wrong and apologise, but the image of your crying face deters him. He reluctantly admits to himself that perhaps you want to spend some time away from him. 
He will try his best on his own to recall and pinpoint what hurtful things he said. And if he really doesn’t know, he’ll sheepishly ask Trey or Cater (because “Trey is always so kind to everyone” and “Cater is good at communicating with others”) with his eyes looking at the ground the whole time. 
He feels very ashamed. It perturbs him every time he does something ‘wrong’, especially if it hurts someone else. It makes him feel like everything he’d ever studied was useless in this regard. He’ll probably try to read up on communication strategies in his spare time (although the usefulness of those books is questionable). 
One night, he flies with his broom outside your window and slips a letter inside without you noticing. In it, he apologises for the incident and promises he would not do it again. He also asks you to immediately voice your feelings to him when he begins saying anything insensitive, instead of letting it bottle up to the point that you had to walk away. He goes to sleep anxiously that night, hoping you’d look at him anew tomorrow. 
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Floyd blabbers selfish and insensitive things like a 5-year-old. And what’s worse? He tests your bottom line like a kid too and milks as much entertainment out of you as he can. 
“Are you angry hehe? Gloomy maybe?” he squints with all the amusement of watching a grumpy kitten in his eyes, “Why’re you all quiet now? Fish’s got your tongue?” 
He still seems to be shamelessly having fun when you had to run away (“Aha~ cute crybaby ♡”). It doesn’t quite click with him that he went way too far until at least a few hours afterwards. Or perhaps not even then, perhaps not until he shares every little fun experience that day with his twin brother, and Jade tells him with a helpless smile “Fufufu, Floyd, I believe you are at fault there.” that he realises he hurt you. 
Floyd will hunt you down to apologise (no he does not care if it’s 2am or not). He doesn’t hate hurting people, honestly it’s fun for him sometimes, but not to the extent that he takes away the happiness of people he cares about. That’s not supposed to be entertaining, it just makes him grumpy (that he might kick a wall or a pillar or a door wherever he finds you to vent). 
“But it’s your fault for running away, ‘kay?” after apologising, he quickly throws a curveball at you, pouting, “It’s fun to be with you. So you have to have fun when you’re with me too. You’re not supposed to go quiet when you’re not having fun, got it?” 
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Jade tends to conceal his malice beneath layers of sugarcoat. In turn, when you pick up things that he intended to have hidden, it becomes difficult for him to notice and predict. 
At first, Jade finds the reaction interesting. It certainly wasn’t something he had expected, hence it automatically piques his interest, whether it was a positive or negative reaction is now a secondary concern. What was it he said that caused this? For what reason did it cause this? What kind of buttons did it push in you that made you respond this way? Were there any external causes? He wants to know all these… for future references. 
He will have a perfect apology for you. He will find you just as you were thinking it’s about time you want reconciliation. He will show up with your favourite food, freshly made, and he will promise you a well-planned date for making it up to you. And during his courteous discussion of the date’s itinerary with you, your tumultuous emotions slowly simmer down. 
Yes, Jade is normally such a polite and sensible partner, certainly it was but a one-time slip-up, of course it’s forgivable after a little cooldown. 
And of course he had predicted that. After all, how will he continue having fun “with” you if you start avoiding him? In his mental list, he crosses out whatever upset you this time. But worry not, the list is still endlessly long ♡
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Leona does not give a damn. What are you, his baby nephew? Crying doesn’t solve every problem in the world. He meant what he said, some tears won’t make him want to take it back out of pity or anything. 
In his mindset, there aren’t many ways to deal with hurtful remarks: you either make yourself stop caring or make them shut up. People say what they want to say, and naturally, he is one of those people. So if you can’t make him shut up, he already expects you to deal with it. 
This is not to say he doesn’t realise what he said upset you, he took notice the moment you ran away from him. But that doesn’t encourage him to apologise either. In fact, he probably won’t apologise even if people around him urge him to. Given that he does not think he did anything wrong, a prideful lion would not be bowing his head. 
And if you’d still return to his side after that, well, you could say he’d feel somewhat reassured. Reassured that you aren’t some flimsy crybaby, reassured that you are well-aware of how petty and arrogant a man he is and still you can live with it. 
“Well, well, I guess herbivore hearts are as fragile as their constitution?” he smirks, lifting your chin with his hand, “In that case, you’d better be prepared not to let me devour it whole.” 
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mysterious-ocarina · 11 months
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Command Me
Toge Inumaki x reader
A/N when I wrote this, I had only seen the show, haven't had the time to watch the movie, and have not read the manga so i'm sorry if it's not very good. I was just bored and i love him so much
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(1.5k words)
“And these will be the idiots I was telling you about,” Maki pointed at a group of guys hanging out under a tree. You were new to the school and she was showing you around.
“We’re not idiots,” the one with pink hair replied indignantly. “I’m Itadori.”
“The vessel,” Maki told you. She told you about all of her friends so you would be prepared in advance for the weirdness you would encounter.
“I’m y/n,” you offered a small wave.
“And that’s Fushiguro,” Maki pointed to the guy next to Itadori, “The giant panda is Panda and the one with the collar is Inumake.”
You let your eyes slip from each person she introduced you to until your eyes landed on Inumaki.
He was a shorter guy from what you could tell with him on the ground. He had his legs stretched in front of him and was leaning back on his hands. Upon making eye contact, you noticed how striking his eyes were, a dazzling shade of lavender.
“Kelp,” he said with a little wave.
Confused, you repeated, “Kelp?”
Panda spoke up from his spot, not surprising you that he talked because Maki had already informed you, “He can only speak in rice ball ingredients so he doesn’t hurt anyone with his cursed speech.”
“That’s interesting. Is that hard to communicate with?” you asked Inumaki, curiously.
Usually he would be kind of embarrassed or offended by being asked that, but with the way your eyes shone with genuine curiosity without any trace of malice, he responded, “Salmon.”
You were about to open your mouth to ask what that meant before you watched him pull out his phone as well as a stack of post-it notes with a pen.
“Texting is the best thing to happen for cursed speech users,” Itadori joked.
Embarrassed, you dropped your head, “I didn’t think of that.”
You watched as Inumaki wrote something on the note before passing it to you. In the neatest handwriting you have ever seen was a series of digits with his name, Toge Inumaki, at the top.
You gave him a joyful smile before thanking him, “Perfect, I’ll text you right now so you have my number too.”
And you have been a goner ever since then. Meeting everyone was probably the best thing that happened to you since becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. Every day was filled with laughter and camaraderie and the occasional blush.
Ever since meeting Inumaki, you have been besotted with him. It wouldn’t take you long to understand his rice ball language, it also wouldn’t take you long to fall in love with it. You found out how sweet and funny he is as well as how strong and level-headed he was in a fight.
You guys always sparred together, making Panda slightly jealous but giving him cuddles always makes him forgive you.
The few missions you went on together, you got to see his cursed speech in action. It was a chilling sight to see him yell “Explode” at a curse and watch as it. . . explodes, then hear him say “bonito flakes” to you right after.
You were broken out of your thoughts when a light blue note was waved in front of your face. Right, you were watching a movie with Inumaki before your thoughts wandered to the boy. Your wandering thoughts seemed to happen the more and more you hung out with him.
You softly grabbed the note, reading the familiar neat handwriting.
What’s on your mind? There was a little doodle of a thought bubble with a question mark in the middle.
Something endearing you would find out about him, was the amount of doodles he would draw you. You weren’t sure if he did this for anyone else, but you liked to pretend that they were just for you. They always made you smile and you secretly kept the notes he gave you in a box, under your bed.
“Nothing’s on my mind,” you gave him a reassuring smile and placed your hand on his arm as confort. His ears turned red looking at you, before he started to write again.
Passing you the note, I can tell when you’re lying. He pointed at the first note he gave you that was sitting in your lap, seemingly asking the question again.
“I’m just having guy problems, nothing important,” you waved off. You would not admit that you were thinking about how much you liked him.
Inumaki scrawled quickly. If you didn’t know any better, he looked jealous, or maybe sad.
Who is he? This note was urgently shoved in your face. You guys talked about everything so he was probably surprised you kept this a secret.
“I am not telling you about my little crush, I’m sure it will go away soon,” you lied. Nothing about the feelings you had for Inumaki would ever go away. And from the look he gave you, he could tell you were lying and knew your feelings for the guy were more serious than that.
As long as he didn’t know it was him though, you were fine. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship and partnership that you guys had developed. You thought that he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings and then it would just make the group dynamic weird.
“Spicy cod roe,” Inumaki waved in your face, urging you to explain.
“I can’t tell you. It’s embarrassing,” you replied, hoping he would leave it at that. But when did he ever let you off the hook.
You watched as he made another short note, handed it to you, then made the cutest puppy eyes you had ever seen. The note read, pleeeeeeeeeeease
“Fine. Your stupid begging puppy eyes might as well count as cursed speech with how well they work on me,” you sighed. Inumaki laughed at your joke, making you smile and blush at the sound, before giving you his fullest attention.
“I’m not telling you who it is-” a dramatic eye roll and a huff from him, “-but I’ll give you hints.”
He nodded his head vigorously, excited for what you had to say to him.
“He’s short, he goes here, you know him, and he’s the cutest and most handsome guy I’ve ever seen,” you told him. You were blushing so hard under his gaze you thought you might faint.
There was something in his eyes that made you pause. He looked jealous and the confused glare he was giving the wall behind you had you rethinking yourself.
“I’ll tell you one last thing, but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” you whispered. He nodded again.
You were so beyond nervous, you felt sick to your stomach. You couldn’t get the words out. You opened your mouth several times, trying to push the words off your tongue but it felt like something was stopping you.
“I need you to do it,” you whispered. “I can’t do it on my own.”
Inumaki gave you a confused look, not understanding what you meant. You didn't blame him, there was no way he could guess what you wanted him to do.
You didn’t have the courage to say anything else, feeling like your tongue was numb.
You brought your hand to the zipper of his collar. He gave you a surprised look and grabbed your hands, stopping your motion. You simply stared into his eyes, hoping he would understand.
At your pleading look, he slowly moved your hand and pulled the zipper down with you. You have seen his mouth and tattoo before but that was always under the heat of battle. This felt different, it felt vulnerable.
Instinctively, you licked your lips. You watched as Inumaki tracked the motion before bringing his gaze back to yours. He gave you a questioning look as if to ask, are you sure? Which you nodded.
“Tell me.” He commanded, voice smooth as honey. You felt as your mouth moved without your control, “You.”
The word barely made its way out of your mouth before you felt chapped lips on yours. The kiss was heated, as if you both were relieving tension that had been there since the dawn of time. This was a kiss that screamed I love you. You could just barely taste the cherry cough medicine he always drank, before the kiss ended all too soon.
You both pulled back to gain your breaths. The smile that was painted on Inumaki’s face was so beautiful, you kissed him again, softer.
You placed a short kiss on his lips, then pecked each side of his tattoo, then his nose.
The look he gave you was pure adoration. He smoothed your hair then held your face, “Salmon.”
You giggled, “God, we should try that in the bedroom. It was exhilarating!”
He blushed a dark shade of crimson, “Kiss me.”
You leaned forward before you even processed what he said. This kiss wasn’t as heated and passionate as the first one. It was soft and comforting.
You both giggled together, excited for what may come. 
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purdledooturt · 1 month
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WIP xDay
SO. @larvasmoon tagged me for WIP Wednesday but I lost track of the days - I'm so sorry!
Anyway, the last WIP I dug up for this turned into a full fic, so I had to find something else to post (we love suffering from success) - please enjoy this excerpt from the Dadstarion fic I'm working on in between other things ❤
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Remember That I Love You
His daughter stood on a step stool in front of their mirror, making faces at her own reflection. Astarion, crouched low and armed with sewing pins, looked up to find her scrunching her nose while trying to lift her eyebrows. He clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Darling, do be careful or your face will get stuck like that.”
“Would you still love me, Papa?” she asked, and her face broke into a toothy grin as she turned to face him. Gods – with a smile that wide (missing front tooth and all) she looked very much like her mother, who was elsewhere pottering in the house.
The sudden movement made the cloth slip past his fingers. He tutted gently and without any malice, making a note to himself that, all things considered, she’d been unusually patient and still for this alteration session. She apologised, the words coming out almost as a reflex instead of a genuine apology before he turned her towards the mirror once more to continue rolling and pinning a new hem to her new skirt.
“Well?” she prodded again, careful to only turn her head towards him this time.
“My love, there is nothing you can do that will make Papa love you less,” he answered, truthfully and honestly. He loved his daughter unconditionally, and he did not think it initially possible until he had held her in his arms for the first time. “You know, you looked like a prune when you were born but I still loved you then,” he grinned at her, recalling the memory of her birth like it was only yesterday. Every detail came to mind with ease, her arrival to the world a bright flash of light in the timeline of his life. For someone who had been beaten into believing that you would only be valued for what you could give, Astarion found that he loved his wrinkly little child before she could offer him anything at all. “Mama and Papa will always love you.”
She hummed, and it was obvious the seriousness of his declaration went unnoticed. “Even if my face got stuck like… this?” She made another comical face, crossing her eyes and pouting. She looked nothing short of adorable. How could he, with all his sins, have made something so pure? He gave her nose a light tap, amused as her eyes followed the tip of his finger. The action made her break into giggles, which was a sound he wished he could bottle and hold to his heart forever.
“I suppose even then,” he sighed theatrically.
She began swaying side to side, as she put her hands out for him to hold. She was an affectionate child, and he’d found his personal bubble had grown and accounted for the shape of his daughter in it. The alterations were momentarily forgotten, as her skirt swayed side to side, half too long and half just right. “Even if… I don’t eat my vegetables?”
Cheeky thing. “Sure – but we would still give you a talking to, I think.”
“What?” she asked, and she nearly tipped herself off the step stool if not for his hands holding hers. “Papa, if you loved me you wouldn’t give me a talking to.”
Ah, yes – this deviousness could only have been his contribution to the development of their only child. “My sunshine, that’s not how it works,” he replies, “Nice try.”
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The prompt came from Cinnamontails's discord (the prompt was provided by myself, and then taken by myself, like a greedy gremlin). As usual, I'm here to promote our little community - please come and join us!
I'm tagging @larvasmoon back, like a cheeky chook. I'd also like to tag @riskpig and @vyjuarts. And also, @bludazey (my love, because I have missed you), and @cinnamontails-ff (because I'm trying to coax more of that Rolan fic out of you, if it wasn't already obvious).
Fingers crossed I'll have something new soon (wink).
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karisomk · 1 year
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Headcanon for Namora over Attuma x Okoye and short story.
Namora dislike of the courtship of Attuma and Okoye is not just rooted in hate and suspicion of surface dwellers. She cares for Attuma in a sense. He's not just a comrade she has stood beside but something close to sibling rivalry. As much as he irritates her, she is worried for him. Wounds from battles can be healed. But wounds to the heart are another thing. To me, I believe Namora would hate to see that. That level of hurt coming from a surface dweller above all. Between that and the life span of a surface dweller. Her pushback was all to be a warning for him. She would not change her mind about Okoye until Wakanda has properly joined Talokan in an alliance and had won battles with them against the Americans and forces that stood against Talokan. She would still show her irritation even as they got married. Namora would be the last to give her blessings to Attuma over his relationship and this would be long ways after Namor had approved of it himself. It took for her to see Okoye risk her life for any Talokan just the same as Attuma. But lastly, the birth of Attuma and Okoye's first daughter together would properly seal her approval. Attuma would ask her to take part in the Hetzmek ritual once their daughter was close to three months. Giving Namora the proper title of being the godmother to their daughter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Namora was quiet even as she stared at that the small babe held in Attuma's large hands. A small chubby face fit with a button nose, and lashes that rested on their cheeks. He held out the child to her though chuckled quietly when seeing Namora's shoulders grow stiff in response. "She will not bite you. " Attuma teased but merely flashed a grin not hiding the pride in his eyes when Namora simply glared at him before her gaze settled on the child again. Wrapped in a dark blue cloth, a chestnut hue face, with shiny jet-black hair, covered her head. But behind those tufts of hair were small pointed ears. Namora hadn't realized she took a step closer with curiosity, once seeing her ears. "Does she?" The question was so faint and yet there was a sense of hope underlining it in her tone. "Mm, we don't know yet," Attuma said lightly shrugging his shoulders but he too was curious. But that was a conversation for another time for he knew his love would have his head if he tried walking into the ocean with their baby. If not her, then surely Aneka and Shuri would follow. Namora nodded, although she had more questions but decided against them for now. A sharp breath slipped Namora when almond-shaped eyes fluttered open looking towards her. A cherub face that made Namora's eyes damp while she held out her arms to take the child now. Attuma carefully handed the child to her and hummed approvingly while Namora began to rock the infant who stared at her with sleepy eyes. Witnessing the faint smiles on the child's face or blowing kissy faces while trying to fall back asleep made Namora enamored. "Hm, she likes you. Remind me to send for you when she dares to fight sleep." Attuma offered while tilting his head. Though his eyes sparkled with humor. The smallest smile that dared to grace Namora's face was hidden by her own mask, "I am not your child's keeper." she huffed though there was no malice. And she failed to verbally mention she would visit sometime in the future too. And that she indeed drive her spear threw those that dare make the little one cry. ((Hetzmek would be an ancestral tradition for social integration, to mark the beginning of a new phase in their lives, and to present them to the community for the child. ))
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Kaly's basic breakdown of [Save Slot A] background lore!
(Under the cut because it's LONG)
Kingdoms
There are no Kings or Queens. Most people don't even know what those words mean. The highest ruling class of the monarchy system is Princess. Princes rule secondary to their sisters/spouses. The ones to take the thrones next are referred to as Ladies and Lords.
There are many races of people on the planet besides humans. Think of the range from classic fantasy people like elves to people who have disco balls for heads. It can be very silly!
Each kingdom has a different species that hails from them, some with more than one native type, such as Insektia, which has their current ruler being a anthropomorphic bee, but there are moth, ant, and other insect people within the kingdom.
Each kingdom has a parallel aesthetic with real world countries. The Bramble Flats, for instance, is the in-universe equivalent of Mexico/Southwest America/Brazil... And Macro City (human kingdom) has a TON of cityscape space and is very similar to places like New York and Chicago :)
Heroes and Villains
Most kingdoms teach Common in schools for communicating globally, but some kingdoms also have a native language.
The main kingdoms referenced are Macro City, Bramble Flats, Sukoichi, Winterdown, and Insektia!
There's a check and balance system amongst the League of Justice, the Syndicate of Malice, and the Counsel of Virtue. Each faction is lead by a powerful individual who bears the title of their respective branch, ie. Crowley's boss goes by Virtue or Lady Virtue while her real first name is unknown.
* This system was put into place to make sure that civilian casualties in great conflicts between forces of good and evil are kept at a minimum. So a villain in the Syndicate isn't allowed to target civilians for the hell of it, lest they lose their benefits from the organized crime network and are thrown to the wolves to defend their titles by themselves.
** Only certain villains are recognized by the Syndicate of Malice, and they are typically pretty high caliber evil-doers, ones who seek to and have the ability to take over entire kingdoms.
All heroes are assigned an arch nemesis by the government of their respective kingdoms (lol there's an application process)
There are parallel tiers of power level to match villains and heroes in any given kingdom and it goes as follows: Villain = Hero
Street = Cadet
City = Guardian
County = Elite Guard
Kingdom Antagonist = Kingdom Defender
Global Threat = Legendary Hero
* So for real world equivalent, Crowley is, like, a general for his kingdom. The guy you call when shit's going down in a bad way. That being said, Mack's arrival for "business" is usually the shit going down in a bad way LMAO
Other Info
Crowley's family is pretty well known as a lineage of heroes. He, himself, is the 6th generation of bird-themed heroes to take up arms for Macro City.
Mack's rise to villainy seemed to come out of nowhere. Total nobody turned someone you do NOT want to contend with (this mother fucker is SCARY. Brother eats people 😨)
The princess of Macro City is named Cherri Mayapple and she seems to be all pink, smiles, and sunshine, but rules with an iron fist that turns a blind eye to some questionable activities as long as it brings her kingdom prosperity.
Magic is real and very much exists in the world! Humans cannot typically generate magic for casting, but they can use artifacts and magic items no problem, though obtaining them is somewhat rare.
* Mutants also exist and have powers! So it's not to say humans can't have special abilities!
Macro City has very advanced technology and sciences. Things like teleportation and hologram technology are well documented and known about by common folk.
There 100% are monsters and creatures like mimics in the world (but @splinter-sister has the reigns for how those little transforming freaks work)!
The meta perception of the world is like looking into a video game/comic book. There are very game-like things that can occur such as power-ups and platforming obstacles! Though there are in-world explanations for a lot of those things and how they work too :)
I hope this helps explain some of the weirdness and world I've ripped these characters from, reshaped, and plunked them back into under my flavoring LMAO
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tanmono · 1 year
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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN, HIS SIDE STORY.
I want to defile the little rabbit.
translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.
minors and ageless blogs dni.
If one would ask which is more difficult, to dominate people through violence or to compromise through communication,
I’d say it is definitely decided that it’s more difficult to try to solve everything with the latter one-to-one discussion.
Little rabbit knows this, but she has not given up on the communication.
I've made up my mind that I'm not going to get involved in anything but violence,
And on the other hand, she is willing to endure violence.
This may be a perfect score for the woman with a beautiful heart in Rhodolite.
But looking at her makes me sick.
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(…..I set this up to happen, but I thought you would break sooner.)
Succumbing to people's violence and giving up on communication as impossible, little miss rabbit herself is stained with malice.
Her white heart is now completely black, and the final judgment is over.
It was not easy to do so. She was brazen.
(But…..)
Standing in front of the little rabbit’s room, I gently open the door.
As expected, there she was, lying on the bed, crying.
No matter how beautiful her heart is and how noble her beliefs are.
A heart that has been stabbed by malice cannot be okay.
(….The villains don't miss out on vulnerable prey, do they?)
As I quietly sneak up to the little rabbit and examine her face.
Gilbert: Wow, you’re crying. You poor thing.
Emma: !?
It seems the little miss rabbit didn't notice my appearance, and she was frozen like ice.
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(…..So cute.)
Gilbert: I made sure my presence went unnoticed while waiting in front of your room.
Gilbert: Oh, and I'm here to remind you of the 1,000 cookies you promised.
Emma:.....Please wait five minutes.
Gilbert: Of course, I'll ransack your room in the meantime.
Emma: Don’t do that!
Gilbert: Didn't I let you look around my room before?
Gilbert: I wonder if there is something to be ashamed of.
Gilbert: But don't worry. Even if you have embarrassing proclivities, I’ll still accept the way you are….
Gilbert: I’ll keep it quiet from people around us….maybe.
Emma: I have no such proclivities!
Gilbert: So there's no harm in rummaging around, then?
The purpose of my visit to little rabbit’s room was for more than just teasing her crying face.
(...Ah, I knew it.)
I felt uncomfortable with the book on her desk and opened it lightly.
There, lies a dangerous needle as a substitute for medicine, and I retrieved it without being noticed.
(Violence is getting worse. .....it's about time to nail it.)
All the malice directed at little rabbit is managed behind the scenes.
What kind of action is likely to occur, and the damage will be done to the little rabbit?
She doesn’t even know that she is dancing in the palm of the overrun's hand.
Gilbert: Did you read this?
Withdrawing the evil scheme and point my finger to the black book so as not to seem unnatural.
It was a book I had given to her on a whim earlier.
Emma: Yes. ....I’ve read it halfway through.
Emma: I thought once again, but the main character of that book is amazing.
Emma: Confronting the insidious evils of the court again and again...
Emma: No matter what obstacles stand in her way, she looks forward and never cries or looks down.
Emma: She had a dazzlingly straight and beautiful heart, and even the people around her were inspired by her...
Emma:......I don't think I could be like her.
Gilbert:………
(I see. .....So that's what the little rabbit thought.)
(Indeed, maybe I was too virtuous, but on the contrary, I lacked humanity.)
Gilbert: The girl in the book might have cried too, you know? Maybe that’s why they didn’t write it down.
Gilbert: No matter how beautiful the girl’s heart is, she has troubles and pains. It's natural because she is a human.
Gilbert:.....The author just missed this part.
Gilbert: I imagined a girl who smiled happily every day, but she was something else deep on the inside.
Emma: I…see.
Gilbert: That’s right.
(After all, you have to see the real thing in person.)
(This haul alone was worth the trip to Rhodolite.)
Turning my back from the book and once again bring my hands to the little rabbit’s crying face.
She looked awful.
But somehow, it didn't seem ugly to me.
Gilbert: I honestly thought you were the kind of girl who never cried.
Emma:….I do cry too.
Gilbert: Yes, it seems so. But you hide it because you care about others.
Gilbert: And if you keep killing your heart by saying that you’re okay…..
Gilbert: You will eventually end up like me.
Emma:………
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(Claiming that you’re fine is never okay.)
(….I used to say, "It's okay." every time I killed someone.)
If you fake the pain of the wound, you will soon feel nothing, and even "okay" will become unnecessary.
If you don't feel the pain, then you can't cry.
Gilbert: If you can cry, then you're still human.
Gilbert: You should take such good care of yourself.
Gilbert: If you lie to me too many times that you're okay, well, you know me.......right?
(I mustn’t fight.)
(No, wait..... it’s contradictory.)
(Why am I feeling this?)
(I'm the one who cornered her, and I'm just looking forward to seeing if it's going to be a challenge.)
(I would have rather thought about catching up or something...)
Something is preventing the trampling beast from being devious.
I can't figure out what "that" is, and it makes me feel uncomfortable.
(It's like I'm resisting myself……that’s weird.)
Gilbert: Hey, do you need a little comfort?
Emma: N….No…..
Gilbert: Where would you like to be bitten?
Emma: What kind of comfort is that!?
I teased the little rabbit in order to eliminate the discomfort that had built up.
It seems her tears had stopped while we were exchanging light banter.
I unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief when she bites me as usual.
Gilbert:……..
Emma: Prince Gilbert?
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(…..I could have made you cry more.)
(Ah, but it's unpleasant to watch her cry for the malice of other people instead of me.)
(I'm sure that's what it's all about.)
I pinch the soft cheeks of the little rabbit.
Although the tears had stopped, she was still wet.
Gilbert: Boring. You’ve already stopped crying.
Gilbert: I thought it was funny to see you cry.
Emma: Please forget about it!
Gilbert: Haha, come on, little rabbit.
Gilbert: I'm not letting you sleep tonight, okay?
(……Let's eat a lot and distract the mood.)
Opening the door and urged her to make the cookies.
At that time, I thought I heard a small inaudible cough.
Gilbert:….? Did you say something?
Emma: No, it’s nothing.
Emma: Just….thank you very much.
Gilbert: You do know that my kindness is not any sort of good intentions, don’t you?
Emma: Still, I feel a little better. I think I can start working hard again tomorrow.
Gilbert:…..You do that, a lot.
Emma: I cried, but I didn't want to give up.
Emma: Besides, Prince Gilbert came all the way to Rhodolite...
Emma: After all, I want you to like me.
Gilbert:……..
For a moment, I forget to take an expression.
(Why….is one of the reasons you endure such malice desperately is that such a silly thing?)
(What a joke at a station, as someone who has lost love.)
Gilbert: Is that how you were thinking?
Emma:……I was thinking about it and that you don't have to trample Rhodolite.
(I see...because little rabbit was secretly harboring such a purpose...)
(…..Maybe I'm getting so uncomfortable and inexplicable right now.)
(But, it’s so troublesome.) // (But, I just don't want that to happen.)
(…..That's the only thing I can't accept.)
Gilbert: Little rabbit, it all depends on you. Good luck.
(If you're really starting to like me...)
A new malice is rapidly growing.
It was an inspired move that had never been part of the plan before.
(I have to control you so that you can "like" me. .....Right?)
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could we perhaps hear your clubs deuce headcanons. he’s my little guy
yessss of course
deuce is like. an interesting character to talk about and headcanon stuff for. he gets treated the most childishly, which I do understand, but I don't fully agree with? He's a grown ass man, he's just full of love and whimsy and silliness, has a forgetful streak and finds joy in everything around him. I think his biggest force that compels him is joy! He does what he wants and doesn't sweat the big stuff OR the little stuff. Which may not be great for like, a heist, but it makes him very happy.
He curses more than you'd assume often as punctuation but rarely at anyone, just for emphasis, and enjoys a bit of physical violence but it's very absent of malice. He's hard to make angry, but easy to excite. He likes engineering and jury-rigging explosives and complex mechanics more than anything, aside from arson and blowing things up, which he likes best. If you punched one of the walls in his room you'd hear a hiss from the loosened gunpowder stuck to it coming off and falling down.
His default expression is often wide eyed with a slight smile, and he gets taken to be naive and silly very often, which gives him an advantage in some ways, because he's very genuine and never lies, but often doesn't share information until it becomes relevant. Sometimes this is an annoyance, if he sees someone forgetting something at the headquarters but doesn't mention it until they're already there and someone asks him if he's seen it- but sometimes it's terrifying and often deadly, as he announces with a smile how much time is left on the unstable explosive wired to the load bearing structures in the basement.
He wears his thoughts and feelings on his sleeve, but tends to emote after the fact, giving things away too late, or only realizing he's unhappy minutes after something's gone wrong, because communication or thinking about his feelings isn't as important as just feeling and acting on them to him, so he can be difficult to talk to especially considering his forgetfulness. If he's actually angry, it'll be obvious, but that's very rare.
I will touch on his horrorterror as well: The Furnace of Soul, the Consuming Engine, the Patron of Rebirth. It's almost a cauldron, a clawfooted massive furnace with a living ecstatic flame within that heats and smokes and steams and calls for the world to be burnt to the ground and brought back from ruin as a beautiful glowing ember, as things are destroyed and fires are lit and buildings fall it gains strength and virve. It recognized the desires in Deuce to not only destroy in grandiose ways but to create and invent, and find newer better ways to break things and new weapons to destroy things differently, and took him as a disciple with the eagerness of a new lighter. His abilities relate primarily to combustion and setting fires with an absence of conbustibles or lighters, from various distances, and often the ability to gently influence technology around him, like stoves, cars, lights, and so on- along with the tendency to diffuse or repurpose explosives used by others for his own gain with ease as though talking to a living thing- very bomb-whisperer.
Deuce is surprisingly good at memorizing things that don't matter though, he can make an explosive chemical on the fly and has them all memorized, has a lot of physics and chemistry rattling around in his head, he can jury rig almost anything to explode given a few minutes. He can usually recite almost all related legal text on arson and explosives on command along with some safety regulations. Facts he can do, a list of stuff that needs doing is harder.
He's usually having a good time. He's not always the quickest on the draw, but he's content with that and loves his friends, and often his enemies. He's not truly naive, he's reasonably experienced in most fields, but approaches everything like it's brand new, the same thing he's done for years is always exciting and fresh to him, and it makes him the positive force of the crew. He likes to make everyone happy, and sometimes even succeeds.
I'll note with mobswitch CD briefly, Cheerful Draftsman, that he's an inventor and designer by trade. He still loves a good explosion, but he leans hard into the imaginary world with no horrorterror to aide him, and makes a lot of Rube Goldberg ass machines. If he could, he'd make a Gundam. He's responsible for Scout's prosthetic hand, which is half imaginary and half real, and has a variety of bizarre features that he's constantly trying to add to. He loves his job, his friends, and making weird handcuff harpoon guns and so on, and comparatively he has the majority of law memorized, specifically in regards to police and what they can and can't do- which comes in handy big time when dealing with the Fuzz's corruption, and he likes nothing more than to use regulations to his advantage and make the Fuzz's lives harder.
I like deuce :]
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I'm so glad to hear you're back here in tumblr. Its been quite long since you took your break from this platform. Of course you are also a human and you need a break sometimes but I really missed seeing those notifications on my phone saying "tokyokoomin just posted a post". I'm excited to know that you'll be posting regularly now. After all, you are our jikook queen, one of those people who entertained us throughout the covid period and would share with us about your favourite jikook moments etc. You remained unproblematic and you love to chat with us and reply to comment..... Making us feel really welcomed. I have been here since 2021, anyone else? Besides that... I enjoyed to read your top 10 or fav moments and you never neglected our feelings. You would always reply back and you're extremely friendly! You always gave us true news and confirmed culture related asks, you would share with about bits and pieces of Asian (being one yourself) culture and therefore i love your content very much. Welcome back our jikook Queen 😍💜. Looking forward for more posts!
-🦋Anon
Omg this ask melted my heart 🦋 Anon 😭😭♥️ you're the sweetest!!
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I briefly took a break from the community in the second quarter of 2022 (I think I hit 1000 followers that time) as I needed to focus on myself and sort all my things out. I barely opened tumblr. I did sometimes but I wouldn't post anything. The break I took in 2022 was really good and I enjoyed it very much. I was silently active in the bts community. Just because I didn't post anything, doesn't mean I didn't know what was going on 🤣. Well last year was a roller-coaster for the bts armys and my personal life as well. So much happened lol!
I will post regularly now. Yes anon, more jikook moments posts are coming. Actually I'm in the midst of editing one moment ask so that will be out really soon!
I tend to post content which will able to produce a positive impact without any harm or malice in any possible way. I hope whatever I posted throughout the years managed to carve a smile on your lips 🥰💜
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I would like to continue my Asian culture segment too! Its really fun to explain regarding our culture and what similarities Korean culture has with SEA culture! Be it food or traditions or sports, we are united! 💗
I really like to reply to all of your comments as well. I'm a social butterfly, I love to interact and discourse with people. All of your comments are certainly not ignored by me. It's my duty as a responsible Blogger/admin to reply and give my take on your thoughts about the topic I mention in my posts. Be it an emoji or a few sentences, I'll make sure to reply to all of you 🥰
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As for my jikook posts, I'm really happy to know that some armys have actually turned into jikookers/ they support jikook from reading my posts alongside with a few other blogger posts. It's always nice to hear that your posts gives a positive impact on people's thinking and perspective of relationships and body language. I poured my heart out creating every single jikook posts. So yes, I really appreciate it when people compliment my posts and blog. A little support won't hurt, aren't I right? I love every single one of yall 🥰💜
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I vividly remember opening my tumblr app during the day for a few hours to respond to yall and complete my drafts in 2021 😭. I only intended to write a few posts but I never knew I would be that committed to a blog lol 🤣.I met some really cool people through this community and yall are really sweet people. My moots too! They're amazing people and I absolutely love their content 💗.
I met a lot people here, even Korean jkkrs that spoke to me in the DM's and some of us are mutuals in twitter haha 😂💜. I'm glad I was able to establish a better and safer community here where we are gushing over our faves without being judged or anything. I really appreciate this platform to be honest 🥰
Any changes I noticed throughout the break?
As for jikook? Things never changed, they're still the same, same old glances, same old interactions, same old behaviour and body language ♥️. Yall are most welcomed to ask me jikook asks and contact me for any post recommendations! Bora💜💜!
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Bts? That same old band I knew in 2018 are still the same. Never changed and never will, they're our humble Kings 💜💜
I have actually seen a few misconceptions about me in a few asks that I received recently. FYI (to all my new followers) I have been here since 2021 and I'm a jikook and BTS based blog. I post both jikook and bts related content. Just because I'm more leaned towards jikook in this blog, doesn't mean I can't post bts content.. I am a 0T7! I love bts with my whole heart and I will post regularly about bts members. Be it group posts, dynamic posts or bts solo career posts. All 7 of them are precious.
I miss all them but I hope we will embark on this new journey called Chapter two together 💜
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I hope to be more active this year. Yes anon, your hype blogger is back and is ready to rock and roll!
I'm here to entertain y'all with lots of content this year! Psst... Currently, I'm working on my masterlist. Basically compiling all my content together and separating them into their folders. I hope to work faster on that and obviously more moment posts are coming. More posts of my perception of jikook moments, like the old days. I'm not going to engage in any hate posts anymore. I'm looking forward to make more of jikook moments and dynamics posts😉. Stay tuned guys 🥰
This blog is a safe place for 0T7 stans and jikook stans. Nothing else than that.
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Also! We're close to hitting 1.5k followers! Thank you everyone for supporting this blog and sticking here with me! Your support is kindly appreciated. I never thought this would be possible but y'all disproved this perception of mine. The jikook Tumblr community is huge! Even though I was on a hiatus, my blog was still active. I gained 500 followers and received lots of love from y'all. It's remarkable, it really is.
🦋 Anon, I truly appreciate your love, your the sweetest! I just want to wrap you into a hug 😭💜
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This whole post is a mess but it's a heartfelt one. I hope y'all enjoyed this little update from me. Hoping to make more meaningful memories here 💜🥰
Sincerely, tokyokookmin (that one Asian girl that expresses her love for bts and kookmin, doesn't really type in a bombastic way. Just a simple girl which types in simple terms. A STEM enthusiast) 💜
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Gilbert von Obsidian. The Prince is a bodyguard.
Chapter 1
Part 1/1
Recently, I have made a new good friend. I had been isolated by the malice of an enemy prince, but now I have a new friend who is my one and only...
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Gilbert: I'm so jealous.
MC: .......
Gilbert: Miss Bunny, I'm your friend.
MC: .......
I was reading a book in the library when I felt a cold body next to me.
I tried my best to read the book and not be aware of it, but when he leaned in close to me as if to rub up against me, my expression turned tight.
The prince of the enemy country shortened his distance before speaking.
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Gilbert: Maybe I should kill her?
MC: Please don't do this!
When I turned my attention to these disturbing words, I saw the cheerful smile I already knew shine on his face.
Gilbert: Then, take care of me.
(Why always ...always...)
I have an idea of why Prince Gilbert suddenly appeared and what
suddenly started talking about.
I remain at court as a young lady, hiding my position as Belle, so I sometimes go out to social gatherings.
So, recently I met the daughter of the Earl who is close to my age.
We talked about our mutual love of books; now, because of her father's work, she visits the Imperial Court from time to time and communicates with me.
(Although she should know that the Prince of Obsidian is looking out for me...)
She was the first one, not counting the prince, to talk to me.
I consider her a friend. ...At least, more than my self-proclaimed friend, Prince Gilbert.
Gilbert: Did you borrow this book from the young lady?
Prince Gilbert looks indifferently at my hands.
MC: Yes. I have been reading this book because I heard it was recommended, and it is really interesting.
Gilbert: Hm?
Part 1/2
There was no emotion in Prince Gilbert's voice.
(...Why are you in a bad mood?)
(Isn't it an interesting story for Prince Gilbert to want to isolate me in Rhodolite?)
Gilbert: Tomorrow you're going to a tea party with a new friend.
MC: How do you know?
Gilbert: My eyes are everywhere, right?
(....A quick and scary thing.)
Gilbert: You're reading the book so you can talk about it at the tea party, right?
Gilbert: Now and tomorrow, your head is going to be all about that friend of yours.
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Gilbert: Who's more important, me or the young woman?
MC: Both are important.
Gilbert: I was hoping it was me, right?
MC: ........
Gilbert: Sad.... Аcсompanying... Ah
I don't know what to say to Prince Gilbert, who began to imitate outright crying.
(In short, I think it means "don't befriend new friends".)
MC: Isn't that a good thing?
Gilbert: It hasn't been easy for you lately, has it?
Master Gilbert stops the show and smiles crookedly.
Gilbert: I won't stop you, but don't get your hopes up either.
Gilbert: Because your aristocratic "friend" are not what you think she is.
Part 1/3
I thought he was going to ask something, but his next words came out in a serious tone.
Gilbert: Just as my definition of "friend" and your definition of "friend" are different, there must be another definition for this young lady.
Gilbert: You don't understand that yet, do you? I'm worried about you.
MC: .....You can't be friends if you doubt everything.
MC: I believe that trust is the first step to friendship.
Gilbert: Ahaha, you have guts.
(In terms of the situation, I shouldn't trust Prince Gilbert.)
(.... I'm sure he has become more lenient than he was at first, but still...)
I defiantly turned away from the window, then Prince Gilbert pinched me.
It was a little painful.
Gilbert: It's hard to trust a young lady when you can't even trust me, your best friend.
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Gilbert: I don't want you to get hurt. As your friend, I want to protect you.
MC: Thank you very much. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your kindness.
Gilbert: Accept my goodwill or I'll make you do it.
MC: .......
When I looked back at him again, I saw that Prince Gilbert had brought his face closer.....
Gilbert: Oh yes, I have an idea!
Part 1/4
(...Always this guy...)
I get up, as if running away from the blood-colored eyes that are closing in on me.
MC: No, I won't listen!
Gilbert: You're so boring!
MC: !?
I feel his hand take my wrist and pull me back into the chair, his cold breath against my ear.
Gilbert: You can't veto it. I'm the one who decided to do it for my friend.
(When Prince Gilbert is like that, there's always something going on.)
(I must be careful...)
(Warning, I tried...)
The next day, Rio and I planned to visit the young lady's mansion together.
Since I was taking a class with Sariel in the morning, I was supposed to join Rio in the afternoon, but when I arrived at the meeting place, I had no words.
Gilbert: You've come at last.
MC: ....Have you seen my butler?
Gilbert: He's here, isn't he?
MC: Where...?
Gilbert: Right here.
Prince Gilbert, with his back to the column, pointed to himself.
I almost lost my blood.
(No, I thought.... you were definitely up to something.)
MC: What did you do to Rio!?
Gilbert: Ahaha, what happened?
MC: ....Prince Gilbert.
Gilbert: It's okay, I didn't do anything violent.
Gilbert: Since your Butler is busy with other things, I'll take his place.
(Prince Gilbert must not lie, so I think Rio is safe.)
(He must be stranded somewhere.)
MC: We cannot have guests from other countries act as butlers.
Gilbert: It's my wish, so it's okay, right?
Gilbert: Come on, lady. If you don't get going soon, you won't make it in time, okay?
MC: ......
Gilbert: Do you want to be threatened?
(Looks like I'll just have to take your hand.)
Part 1/5
MC: I am so sorry Lady Louise.
Louise: No, please don't apologize. I was surprised..... I was really surprised......
(The Prince of Obsidian showed up unexpectedly at the tea party, so it's strange not to be surprised.)
As soon as I arrived at the mansion, I told Lady Louise, who looked pale, everything that had happened so far.
Even though he was only a substitute for the butler, I could not make the prince of a great kingdom behave in such a manner, so Prince Gilbert sat down next to me as a guest at a tea party with a nonchalant look on his face.
Gilbert: Don't worry about me. I don't want to interrupt the conversation between the  young ladies.
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Gilbert: I came here to show you how close Miss Bunny and I are.
(We don't have that relationship.)
Louise: Lady MC, you are rumored to be one with the Obsidian Prince..
MC: Wrong!
Gilbert: You don't even know what kind of rumors she's talking about.
MC: I can see how this would not be pleasing to me.
(The only rumours circulating amongst the opposite sex should be about whether they are in love or not.)
Louise: I didn't pay much attention to the rumors either, but what is your actual relationship?
MC: It seems that..
MC: Victim and perpetrator..
Gilbert: Friend.
MC: ......
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Gilbert: We are very good friends. ....Right?
All rights reserved by Cybird. Translation is not 100% accurate.
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so i can finally see (you’re as fucked up as me)
A/N: listen i've been working on this since tango said that thing on stream a while ago about contemplating kidnapping someone to get their soulmate to give them things, and i thought: what if they tried to kidnap pearl? so this happened. and it turned into a lot more than that, (including an eventual sequel to this) so enjoy! (also i'm imagining this takes place sometime before the ranch burned)
Warnings: arguing, face slapping, crying, past animal death, necromancy mention, hugs, forehead kisses, polyamory negotiations (not really a warning i guess, just a heads up that this is indeed a fic with romantic pairings haha), dirty jokes
Summary: Tango and Jimmy have a great plan. Kidnap someone's soulmate for ransom- it's totally gonna work. Until it doesn't.
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Jimmy and Tango had gotten desperate. More desperate than just begging people for materials. So they decided that the next best option would be to kidnap someone's soulmate and hold them ransom. And after going through their options… they decided Pearl would be their best option.
"Are you sure about this?" Tango asked from where he and Jimmy were crouched in the trees, watching Pearl muddle around on her own.
"What do you mean, this was your idea!" Jimmy replied in a harsh whisper.
"Well yeah, but I mean are we sure about targeting Pearl. She and Scott are kinda on uneasy terms," Tango pointed out.
"Scott will come for her, trust me. He might act all petty and annoyed with people, but he really cares deep down," Jimmy said firmly. Tango shrugged, and pulled a fishing rod out of his inventory.
"You know him better than me," Tango said, and Jimmy fought back a blush at his words.
“That was a long time ago,” Jimmy said wistfully. Tango just smiled, kind and gentle.
“Still. I trust your judgment,” Tango said, before his smile turned a touch devious as he looked back down at Pearl. He whipped the fishing line down, the line coiling around her and the hook catching on her hoodie. She yelped in surprise as Tango reeled her in. Tango tied the line around a sturdy branch, letting Pearl hang above the ground, toes just barely scraping the forest floor. Jimmy jumped from the tree, wings flaring out and giving him a gentle descent down.
“Jimmy, what are you doing?” Pearl asked, sounding more bored than distressed. Jimmy grinned in a way that he hoped was threatening (but judging by Pearl’s unchanged expression, it wasn’t).
“Well you see, Tango and I need materials. And you happened to be on your own,” Jimmy said, attempting more of a sly smirk that go-around. Pearl still wasn’t impressed, and rolled her eyes.
“What makes you think I’ve got anything?” she scoffed. Just then, Tango hopped down beside Jimmy, successfully grinning with enough malice that seemed to make Pearl at least a little unsettled.
“Maybe you don’t- but we’re sure Scott does. Jimmy, be a dear and send the message,” Tango said. Jimmy flushed a bit at the petname, scrambling for his communicator.
<SolidarityGaming> whispered to <Smajor1995> we have your soulmate
“It’s done,” Jimmy said, looking at Pearl with smug defiance. Only to see a vaguely heartbroken expression that Pearl quickly smoothed over.
“You noticed I was alone, right?” Pearl scoffed.
“Well yeah, but only an idiot wouldn’t come for their soulmate,” Jimmy shot back, but it felt a little weak. Especially as his communicator buzzed with a new message.
<Smajor1995> whispered to <SolidarityGaming> I can literally see Cleo across the bridge?
<SolidarityGaming> whispered to <Smajor1995> I MEANT YOUR REAL SOULMATE
<Smajor1995> whispered to <SolidarityGaming> Oh, Pearl? Keep her, it saves me the trouble.
Jimmy just stared down at his communicator in shock. Tango glanced over his shoulder, frowning at the message.
“He’s not coming, is he,” Pearl said, not sounding surprised in the slightest. She looked so… dismal. Jimmy didn’t like the look on her one bit. He scowled and shoved his communicator in his pocket.
“Oh I’ll get him to turn up. He’s just being- being Scott about it. I’ll be back,” Jimmy fumed, not waiting for an answer from Pearl or Tango, heading off in the direction of Scott’s house.
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Jimmy stormed up the front steps, sharply calling out for Scott. He stopped outside of his door, foot tapping impatiently on the porch. He didn’t hear anything for a few beats, and decided to just go in. He’d get Scott to talk to him, one way or another.
However, he heard a long-suffering sigh from upstairs once Jimmy shut the door behind him. Soon enough, Scott came sliding down the ladder, stepping out into the main room and crossing his arms at Jimmy.
“You can’t just barge into my house, Jimmy,” he scowled.
“Had to check if you were even here!” Jimmy protested, feathers puffing up a little indignantly. Scott just rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. What do you want?” Scott asked with a bored hum. Jimmy stared at him incredulously, brows furrowed together.
“Wh- did you not see my messages?!” Jimmy sputtered. Scott fixed him with a deadpan stare.
“Obviously I saw them, I replied to you,” Scott replied dryly. Jimmy made a frustrated sound, hands gesturing wildly and wings fluttering a bit in irritation.
“We have Pearl! And we’ll- we’ll hurt her, which’ll hurt you- are you gonna negotiate with us to let her go or not?!” Jimmy sputtered.
“Nah. Like I said, saves me the trouble. I can handle the pain, and besides, you guys can’t even kill her- you’re not red. So what should I care what you do with Pearl,” Scott scoffed. Jimmy just stared at Scott for a few moments in openmouthed shock.
"You're supposed to care about her, she's your soulmate!" Jimmy cried, vaguely wondering how the Scott before him was the same one who had cared so much about people in his previous lives.
"Better to abandon someone then to be the one abandoned," Scott said bitterly. Jimmy gritted his teeth, the slight pang of guilt being overwhelmed by anger on Pearl's behalf.
"That's not fair- she doesn't deserve that, Scott!" Jimmy fumed.
"Oh yeah? What about what I deserve?! Every time I end up on a world like this, I've ended up alone. Is it so bad that I want a chance to do things my way?!" Scott snapped. Guilt crawled up Jimmy’s throat- as did memories of a date crafted for him that Jimmy didn’t quite know how to respond to, him vowing to kill a Scott with red eyes and glinting fangs, and coming across Scott life after life but never being sure if he was supposed to reach out to him again or just leave things alone- but he shoved it all down. This was about Pearl, not them.
"Scott, don't make this about us," Jimmy said lowly. That caused Scott to snap, tears gathering in his eyes as he stormed closer to Jimmy. He kept advancing, and Jimmy wasn't able to scramble away in time before Scott slapped him across the face.
"When has it ever been about us?!" Scott got out in a shallow sob, suddenly seeming much meeker than before. Jimmy could only hold his stinging cheek in shock as he stared at Scott.
Luckily Jimmy didn't have to say anything, as Tango rushed in. Pearl was lagging behind him, still looking so distant from the Pearl that Jimmy had known… he was beginning to wonder if he had really known anyone at all, with how today was going.
Tango glanced around frantically, eyes finally landing on Jimmy’s hand holding his cheek. He took Jimmy into his arms, his eyes blazing red as he glared at Scott.
"Don't you ever touch my soulmate again, you hear me? And I'm taking Pearl with me, and you're gonna leave us alone, clear?" Tango growled, flames licking at his limbs (but the fire stayed away from Jimmy, he noticed with a flutter) and threatening to set the wooden house ablaze.
"Crystal," Scott replied evenly, eyes cold as ice (and that just made Jimmy’s heart ache even more- he remembered a Scott like that with ice in his eyes, words and touch).
Tango and Scott glared at each other for a few moments, until Tango seemed satisfied and he turned to leave. Jimmy lingered for a moment, staring at Scott with a heartbroken expression, before Tango gently tugged him along. Pearl followed the pair of soulmates like a ghost, tossing one faraway glance at Scott before she left the house with them.
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The walk back to the ranch was eerily quiet. Even Tilly, who they stopped to pick up from Pearl’s base area, seemed unusually quiet for a dog.
“I brought her back to life, y’know,” Pearl said, breaking the silence. Jimmy jumped a little when she spoke.
“Uhh… what?” he asked.
“Yeah, she died. But it’s okay, cause I brought her back! So I guess she’s on yellow now,” Pearl said, the cheeriness in her voice throwing Jimmy off a little. Thankfully, Tango swooped in with a reply.
“Guess that means you can bring back any animals that die at the ranch!” Tango said with a grin.
“I can sure try! Honestly don’t know if I can do it again- I just was sad and lonely when Tilly died, and all I could think about is how I didn’t want to be alone again. I just wanted her back- and then she perked right up!” Pearl said, something… otherworldly creeping into her voice before turning cheery once again. Jimmy had only heard that tone with her a few times before… maybe it was a mistake bringing one of them into the ranch. On the other hand, a Watcher wasn’t a bad ally to have.
“Well, you don’t need to be lonely anymore. You’ve got us,” Jimmy said softly. Pearl stopped in her place, just a few feet away from the ranch’s gate.
“Promise?” she asked, voice fragile. Jimmy held out his arms to her with a smile.
“Promise,” Jimmy said, and that was all Pearl needed to leap into his arms and hug him tightly. Tango exchanged a mildly concerned look with Jimmy over her head, likely concerned about Pearl’s explanation of Tilly’s revival. Jimmy just gave him a reassuring smile. They wouldn’t regret bringing Pearl in. Probably.
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After getting Pearl properly settled in (she took quite a liking to the goats, and volunteered her time to breeding them and getting their horns), Jimmy was positively exhausted. The day had been more exhausting than it should have been, and Jimmy settled heavily on the edge of his bed with a long exhale. He buried his face in his hands, but still registered Tango walking into their room.
"How are you doing?" Tango asked softly. Jimmy let out a trembling sigh, hand rubbing at where Scott had struck him, even if the sting from the hit was long gone.
"Is it alright if I don't know?" Jimmy said meekly. Tango gave a pitying frown, and sat down next to Jimmy on the bed. He gently pulled Jimmy’s hand away from his face, squeezing it tightly.
"Of course it's alright if you don't know, that was… a lot," Tango soothed. Jimmy let out a shuddering sigh, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.
"I just… he's so different. Even on worlds where we weren't- uh, together, he was always my friend. And he's been snarky and teasing and stuff before but- but nothing like this," Jimmy managed to get out wetly. Tango gave a sympathetic hum, leaning over to press his lips to Jimmy’s brow. Jimmy involuntarily followed him when he pulled his head away, and with a rumbling huff of laughter Tango pulled him to lean against his chest. His hand rubbed over Jimmy’s back, gentle touches between his wings.
"Y'know, Grian was… weird after that first world too. I didn't hang around him much on Hermitcraft, but he was definitely distant. Agitated too. And that kinda transferred into the next iteration of this- you would know, you were in the Southlands with him. So I guess… the isolation of being the sole survivor of a death game does something to people. No wonder this world has us connected to someone. We don't have to survive alone," Tango said after a few beats of silence. Jimmy turned over what Tango had said in his head, and thought about Scott on Empires, and in that strange realm between realms where they would reincarnate into something else each time they died. Scott had seemed normal on Empires… but that other realm was where things had really begun to change. And really, they had all changed after Empires.
"I guess an apocalyptic event doesn't help either," Jimmy said a little guiltily. Tango's hand paused, a burning (thankfully not in the literal sense) touch between his wings.
"What do you mean?" Tango asked, and if Jimmy hadn't been so lost in painful memories, he would have noticed the tremble in his voice.
"On Empires, there was a big explosion that I sort of caused. And that explosion caused a whole chain of events to set off, and the world ended. We all lost things that day. I think Scott lost more than he let on- honestly it was after that world that I really noticed a change in Scott," Jimmy explained.
"I see," Tango said softly, hand resuming its motion, a gentle pressure at the base of Jimmy’s wings. Jimmy let out an involuntary pleased chirp, melting in Tango's hold. Tango gave an answering little rumble, and Jimmy felt at peace for a moment. That is, until an ugly series of thoughts came rearing back at him.
“Tango?” Jimmy asked, voice meek and soft again.
“Yeah?” Tango replied, and his voice was warm and welcoming and home- and that thought of home was Jimmy’s final breaking point. Because Scott was home once. But now Tango was home to him too.
“I think I’m still in love with him,” Jimmy got out through a sob, curling into Tango while he still could, until he was inevitably shoved away. Because he couldn’t be in love with Scott- not anymore. He and Tango were soulmates now.
But Tango didn’t push him away. If anything, Tango held him tighter, and a hand drifted up to run through Jimmy’s hair. Jimmy just sobbed a little harder, unsure as to why he was still being treated so gently. He swallowed nervously, pulling away a bit to look up at Tango.
“But- but I shouldn’t be. Cause we’re soulmates,” Jimmy managed to get out. Tango looked down at him with a perplexed frown.
“Jimmy… I have multiple partners, remember?” Tango said slowly. Jimmy blinked up at him incomprehensibly.
“What?” he asked, voice distant. Tango cursed a little under his breath, hand leaving Jimmy’s hair to rub the back of his own neck sheepishly.
“Ah. I thought you knew- kinda forgot you aren’t on Hermitcraft. But yeah, Impulse and Zedaph are my partners too. So it’d be kinda dumb of me to not be okay with you wanting another partner- and to be honest, I went into this thinking you and Scott were still an item,” Tango said with a nervous laugh. Jimmy flushed a bit at Tango thinking he and Scott were still together, but he was a bit more busy with reeling from the new information Tango gave him.
“Wait, that’s an option? Being with more than one person?” Jimmy asked, dumbfounded. Tango let out a light laugh.
“Of course it is- but if you’d rather it’d just be you and me, that’s fine too. I’d have to talk things over with Impulse- we usually keep our relationship open during these sorts of things, but I’m sure he’d be fine if we did things differently this go-around-”
“No! I mean- I- I’m okay with it,” Jimmy blurted. Tango looked at Jimmy with mild concern.
“Are you sure? Because it’s totally okay if you just want it to be me and you. You don’t even have to pursue anything with Scott if it’s too much to deal with,” Tango offered. Jimmy shook his head.
“No, I’m sure. Although… I don’t know if things are really looking great with Scott right now anyway,” Jimmy sighed. To Jimmy’s surprise, Tango flushed a little.
“Yeah, I did kinda give him a piece of my mind, huh,” he said sheepishly. Jimmy laughed humorlessly.
“Things were already going downhill with me and Scott. I doubt you made much of a difference,” Jimmy said, refusing to meet Tango’s gaze. Tango just pulled him back against his chest, running a hand through his hair again.
“Still. I feel bad. And I swear to you I’ll help you mend things with Scott, if that’s what you really want,” Tango said firmly. Jimmy looked up at Tango with wide eyes.
“Really?” he asked, voice small and disbelieving.
“Really. Unless he keeps slapping you around- although I guess if you want that we could talk it out…” Tango trailed off with a smirk. Jimmy squeaked, face going red.
“Oh my gosh I have a type,” Jimmy managed to get out, voice strained. This time it was Tango’s turn for his face to flush as he made a flustered sound.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Tango got out with a startled laugh.
“Scott would’ve said something similar,” Jimmy said, voice going soft and wistful. Even if he was reminiscing about his ex-husband making dirty jokes and innuendos.
“Okay yeah that’s it, I am definitely helping you two get back together. You’ve got it so bad for him,” Tango teased. Jimmy honest to goodness giggled, burying his face in Tango’s chest again. He missed the warm, fond smile Tango gave at the sound because of it, but he got the jist of it through Tango’s rumbling hum and the way he held him close. Things felt uncertain, with the tension between himself and Scott, as well as Pearl living on the ranch with them now- but somehow, in this moment? Jimmy felt like everything would work out.
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❝. . . do you remember skyloft ? or well . . . you weren't from skyloft but –– the settlement ? ❞
the fire was the only light in the darkness . embers floated high into the night air before fading into that endless sky. the two sat across from each other –– alone in hyrule field with nothing but a small campfire between them . the leviathan roared in the background , threatening to consume them and all of hyrule if they dared blinked a moment too long . at first , everyone held their breath . . . although many let out their last . but now ? as mother farore blankets the earth in hills of green and nature slowly returns to normal –– no one spoke of hyrule nor is history. no one was waiting for a hero . they simply let it be. 
ray gave a small ❛ hmm ❜ as his answer . technically she was right –– he wasn’t from skyloft . he was born in that settlement . . . but that’s not how he would tell the tale of his life . ❝ was small back then…❞ just a few families coming together to build a new life . his memories of those days were carefree –– just playing with the other children . learning how to farm or chasing the wild animals with sticks playing pretend . stars were still in his eyes . . . 
❝ i remember it –– trying our best to learn how to walk with solid earth beneath our feet ! the little loftwings were so cute ! ❞ dawn laughs , taking a sip of ale before handing the bottle off to the other demon . the settlement was lovely but –– it felt like playing house . a babe on her arm and a demon ‘husband’ she only stayed with out of fear of dying alone in the wilderness . he was nice to her but . . . she didn’t love him . it took her a while but she would learn she loves the same gender . maybe that was why she didn’t think too fondly of the settlement ( not that she would say so aloud  ) .
❝ oh ! oh ! do you remember when it rained ? ❞ it rained every now and then but they both know what she spoke of . when it rained . and rained . and rained until hyrule was nothing but the bottom of the great sea –– dead and forgotten . yet , she had such a way of speaking of the horrible things to make them seem . . . softer . a normal day . dawn would speak highly about those days because she got to learn how to sail a ship . and when the two found each other again and sailed to the next hyrule she improved her finishing . how lovely , to sit on the edge of the sea and sing little songs as you pulled the next in –– plenty of fish for the village ! everyone fed and the community grew.
❝ don’t fucking remind me –– this hyrule isn't even OUR hyrule . its NEW hyrule . but it isn't any better. ❞ he hissed into the bottle before swinging it back. how long he battled for this kingdom only for it to wash away his victories like they were nothing because he was not blessed to be the hero . just an outsider looking in . half the time hyrule was fighting in wars that were not winnable unless you were favored by the gods themselves. the one with the fancy master sword. blade of evil's bane, the sword that seals the darkness ––– who names this shit ?
he brushed his lips on his sleeve , staring into the fire as it casted dark shadows on both of their faces.  ❝...how can you talk about it like it's a fond memory ? we were at its birth and we were at its death–– again ! there isn't any reason for us to sit here smiling and drinking like it's okay ! hyrule is going to die a thousand times and there isn't anything we can do to stop it ! ❞
dawn’s response was a simple one. 
❝ because it never died –– and it never will . ❞
now that made him sit up . it never died ? how could she say that ? it drowned in the sea . it burned down to the ground in hylian greed for the triforce ! it cries out in pain as malice bleeds into every inch of land until it chokes out its final breath ! ray turned away, brows furrowed and grip on the bottle tighter –– was she blind ? or was her hopefully nature really just making her too dumb to see the horrors of the world ?
❝ now you’re just fucking with me . ❞ he shook his head, tossing back the bottle before jabbing at the fire. anything else than to look towards her. ❝ you gotta be . ganon’s back there screaming his little head off and link isn’t anywhere to be found. so don’t lecture me on the livelihood of this kingdom –– ! ❞
and dawn –– laughed . 
❝ you always think of things in battle . what can you win this round ? How can we defeat the other side, but you know what actually makes Hyrule . . . Hyrule ? ❞
❝...a pretty princess on a throne of gold , who fucking knows. ❞ he joked , jesting with the bottle –– one that was half empty at this point.   
❝ the people ! ❞ her smile was like the sun . bright and blinding. ❝ it's the people that make hyrule a place–– its land doesn't matter. Its wars don’t mean anything if the people aren't there.❞  dawn stood up and walked to ray , taking her spot next to him. bright blue eyes stared into the fire –– ah , that hope . it would be the death of her . but perhaps it was the reason she was still here ? dreaming of a better days for everyone , not just herself but for all of hyrule. ❝ the people that live are hyrule . we are hyrule. ❞
they were quiet for a long time –– the cracking of fire wood the only thing breaking that silence. 
❝ after this ‘end of days’ –– think we’ll finally see peace ? ❞ 
❝ . . . i think we deserve it. ❞ he reached over and put his hand over hers.
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nokingsonlyfooles · 7 months
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Thanks for the Dysphoria, Tumblr
I'm taking a break from the feed. If you want me to see it, for the next few days at least, @ me, reply to me or message me. (Or, if you happen to be sitting on the couch beside me, turn the screen in my direction.)
I don't need to see who else in my orbit is going to hit me with genderqueer Light Yagami's opinions of my language and my situation, and I don't need any more reminders of how people see me from the outside. I'm hating even the fact that I own tinted lip balm right now, and I have no idea how long it's going to take me to normalize. I'm not going back to the feed until I do. And until I decide whether to block people who've had friendly-type interactions with me, too.
I have to make my peace with the fact that people will assign me to one end of the gender binary or the other, and they mean me no malice even when they hurt me. Any/all, I say, assuming I'll get a mix of everything. But I don't, of course, unless I bend over backwards painting and arranging myself. That one time the Wal Mart checkout lady called me, "Sir, uh, sorry, ma'am?" I just couldn't stop smiling for hours. I know that's as close as I'm ever gonna get.
But to be looking for cute pictures of cats or whatever and see, "Communicate your experience by relating it to women (trans women are women! "AFAB" is just a starting point, it can be anything) instead of society's expectations of you or get out/I'll kill you" is too much to bear.
It's one thing when you know you're dealing with a person who hates anything a little bit queer. Block them and move on, that's nothing special. It's quite another when someone gives you a little internet handshake and turns around and makes you feel like dirt. Thanks. I don't belong here either. I thought probably I didn't, but thanks for letting me know, and so succinctly.
That's all it takes, huh? Four letters I used to let you know where I'm coming from with a boundary I'm comfortable with. Welcome back to the freakshow. A freak among freaks. Change, hide, or get out. No, thank you. Not yet.
Neo-conservative leftism, let's all do the Jordan Peterson and arrange the lobsters, just in a slightly different configuration. All else is chaos! I prefer chaos - ha, but that's feminine, too, isn't it? Scary.
Block me, cancel me, or come kill me, if that's what I deserve.
Heh. Or apologize. But no one's ever wrong on the internet. I won't hold my breath.
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tasteofgummies · 1 year
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ive been reading all of the relationship dynamic things and id just love to request one!! thanks so much in advance, love your stuff ^^ could i request bruno and/or jotaro, please? i go by he and they mostly (i'm trans masc!), a scorpio, an ENTP, and a 4w3. i'm also on the aro-ace spectrum (quoiromantic, cupiosexual!). pretty much my life's passion is anthropology and history, but a little more so anthropology - i'm totally enthralled by the science, but also totally in love with humanity as a whole. i also love art, and it's been a life long hobby of mine. i tend to draw things for the people i love as gifts - my love language could be considered a mixture of gifts and acts of service. some other interests of mine include collecting (mostly random things i find outside and plush toys), zoology, watching documentaries, TTRPGS, and videography. as for pretty much everything else you'd need to know about me -
i don’t talk to strangers very much, unless I feel very comfortable or at least safe in a situation. When I am comfortable, though, i can’t shut up. I have a hard time communicating my actual emotions through tone and body language (autism stuff), so i make up for it by being as animated as possible when trying to communicate. i’m naturally pretty polite and relatively mild-mannered, but i tend to make pretty crude jokes at times. i have a hard time taking things totally seriously, and I find humor in pretty much everything. I also have a bad habit of correcting everyone on anything, but not out of malice. i value knowledge and truth above all else, and so I feel the need to mend any faulty information I might hear. sharing information, to me, is a form of love. that also makes me a bad liar. notably, I am incredibly long-winded, and I tend to use what some people would consider to be “big words”. for the most part, I’m pretty chill - but I have what some would consider repressed anger issues, and I can be very verbally aggressive when provoked.
as if this wasn’t long enough (sorry by the way ^^), appearance wise - i’m very short, enough that it gets pointed out aggressively. i look pretty average and unremarkable, just brown hair and brown eyes. i’ve been told that i have a “resting thousand-yard stare”, and i have comedically thick glasses. i’m also a couple years on T, and i’m gonna be getting top surgery this summer!
thank you for reading this absolute brick of text! this was horrendously and obscenely long. :’D
Jotaro x you ✨
>I think Kakyoin talked to him about TTRPGs, so he isn't new to the concept, but I don't think he'd participate. He would listen to you telling him about your characters and adventures though
>He doesn't understand humanity, he appreciates things like music, but he'd definitely not be one to cry with anthropology
>(By crying with it, I mean getting emotional with things like that Margaret Mead quote about civilization starting with a healed femur bone)
>But he really loves life on earth, it's so wonderful how everything came aligned to form the incredible biodiversity in this planet
>When you hand him a drawing, he thanks you and pulls his hat down to hide his blush
>If you have a box with your findings, he'll tell you that you act like an octopus while subtly smiling (it may look like he's making fun of you, but he isn't, he thinks you're cute)
>Pretty much has the same issue with tone and body language, so he doesn't pressure you to act one way or the other, you can use your natural voice with him
>To others it looks like he's being really rude while you're laughing at him, but you're actually having a pleasant conversation
>He's been waiting forever to watch documentaries with someone else
>The first time you corrected him, he thought you were sort of challenging him in some way, (he's not used to people not being intimidated by him)
>But then he saw your expression, and noticed you were authentically trying to help him
>He's still a little prideful but he does appreciate it
>You're a "talks a lot x listens" couple<3
>I think Jotaro shows affection by parallel play and gift giving
>You are different in many things, but it still works perfectly
>Was probably taken aback the first time he saw you being aggressive
>But also quite proud?? Yes, that's his boyfriend right there, don't mess with them, he's a savage
>He wouldn't want to be in the receiving end tho, when he's overwhelmed he shuts down and does whatever it takes to get people to leave him alone, this manifests as insulting people so they'll be offended and leave
>To Jotaro everyone's short, so I don't see him making a big deal about your height, but (thanks to your bad influence /jk) he can make the most out of pocket jokes about it
>Since Jotaro's autistic too (Araki told me) he wouldn't even notice the thousand yard stare
>X: "Your partner looks like he's been through a war or something
Jotaro: "Yeah, they was looking at you, it left them traumatized"
>He's there for everything you need around the time of your surgery, and tells you he's proud of you for taking such a big step
>I think you would be such a wholesome couple tbh
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mindrole · 4 months
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this is a weird post to make as i like to stay in my own little corner and usually don't mind but sometimes i wonder if i should tag more artwork in the main tag, but to be honest i've had some bad run-in with the community before, it was my fault 100% and things were more or less resolved (maybe not amicably but i feel bad seriously) but i feel scared to now post in the tag for the most part... (no, it was seriously a bad move from me. im not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble or enjoys such a thing)
besides, i think i mostly post fan work based on stuff that is untranslated... since i already had a good almost 2 yrs to stew on c0e) idk how much interest there is in it..?
and when it comes to meta posts, and whether to tag THOSE, a lot of it is based on my own understanding so i fear i might be making mistakes based on something i misunderstood/misread (both literally misreading and language comprehension wise). i don't really engage with fans (not out of malice im just neurotic over things so i prefer to keep a distance), and i don't have twitter anymore because i quit that website over a year ago (i have a blank twitter to maintain a twitter bot in one of my discord server, so sometimes i might look at fanart absentmindedly) so idk what theories people have anymore!! i might be saying dumb stuff that people already figured out is wrong, or is generally not agreed with.
its just a little conflicting! idk if anyone wants to see my stuff is what i think. maybe when the com demo drops i will tag stuff but... right now i see no reason... (most of the stuff i wouldn't tag anyway, i don't wanna flood people's tags with junk doodles)
i think its just hormones 100%, but suddenly i'm getting one of those weird moody moods about this blog. it's not "i want to delete it" this time at least but more like "is anybody there!!!!"
its not really a "please engage" sort of post, don't think of it like that or feel bad, just airing out my feelings amidst my natural cycle... i will feel better after i post this and possibly if i feel hysterical later, i might delete it (it happens in this pattern often).
"discouraged" is the wrong word because i don't care and its not really stopping me and i still love making stuff (0 issues there), but i wish it was a little more stimulating, i like my brain being scratched in a good way... its nice when strangers see it and i know someone is seeing it even by chance. you know? im not entitled to that, but i can't deny it makes me smile. i can't help but feel like im just acting entitled here...
how do i convey this feeling... im just a sopping wet cat in a cardboard box? but im also a grown ass adult. you know? i don't like to be vunerable.
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luxmaeastra · 1 year
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Rigelus sat crossed legged in the small living room. The heat of the fire fighting the chill from the outside. The world outside these walls was a source of delight and fear to a boy of 10. 
He sat listening though to the story his parents told every Saturnalia. Of a place far away, from their little place in the mountains. There across the bone seas and wastes lay a land of flying creatures. A place where they were worshiped and adored. Just like his father had said it used to be. A place that fed them yearly in their feasts. 
He looked to the table where a bit of stone stood. Austrus called it a conduit said it spoke to the stone miles away. He said according to his history books their people had these types of stones all along their territories. All the blood and death spilled in their name would come back and they'd be able to feast on it. 
Rigelus could scarcely imagine such a thing. 
Carynth smiled at the children leaning down to show the monolith - Ramiel it was called. Named for the Changeling progenitor that had bound the locks of the blood spell on the land. 
"Their sacrifices help us live, they help us survive in a world that is hostile and wants to hurt us."
She stood brushing a hand through his hair as she past. She held out small goblets for him. The blood smooth and still warm. 
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He found Bryce looking up at the stars. He creeped up to and pulled on her braid. Not hard, he wasn't mean like Hesperus was. He liked how her hair felt between his fingers. 
"Happy Saturnalia Bryce! What would you like as a gift?"
She was his bestest friend in their entire mountain village. He didn't have a lot of them, crowds overwhelmed. He wasn't Sirius would could make friends with anything that made eye contact. His mama said she was like that at his age, that he would do great things one day. The stars had spoken and told her as such when she'd held him. Their blood didn't birth cowards or dim stars. 
He couldn't imagine her or his father his age. They were larger than life. They filled rooms and demanded attention. They laughed and smiled as if they were happy and didn't miss everyone the Usuper Cassandra had taken from them. 
Bryce's parents had come here a millenia ago into hiding after Cassandra had taken their court and destroued their king, Rigelus's paternal uncle Oristes.
Sometimes Ember still had nightmares of what Saetan had done to Oristes and his family. The limbs of his children and mate flung and discarded. Sometimes she worried this world was too cruel for her darling fire. 
But then she saw her with Danika or Rigelus and she knew she'd be fine. Rigelus or Danika wouldn't let the world break her. They wouldn't let it survive if it destroyed her. 
"Bryce, Rigelus come inside before you both get a chill!"
It was their way of communicating, it was their love language - if she could be so bold to call it that way. She knew he never pulled at her braids in malice, in honesty she enjoyed the moments when he played with her hair. It was soothing, it was innocent, it was simple. A simple action that conveyed so much.
"Happy Saturnalia," she responded, her smile bright and shining. "Hmmm, I don't know what I want as a gift." She wasn't one to demand gifts. That wasn't to say she didn't enjoy having fun, or sometimes bending the rules, but to expect a gift? That wasn't her. No, she preferred to think of just spending time him as her gift.
It was better to do that and feel that way, then to think of the horrors of her family's past. She did not wish to linger on the could have been, to become bitter and twisted by what was stolen. She wanted to love and honor what she had at that moment, to be thankful for her present.
Bryce's attention turned when she heard her mother, she reached out and took a hold of Rigelus's hand as she laughed. "Come on, if we get there quick enough there maybe warm drinks!"
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