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i23kazu · 7 months

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JUST GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!

characters. neuvillette & wriothesley x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. preparing for my new school term............ thoughts n prayers peace n love | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

neuvillette, who watches you almost work yourself to the brink of tears because of your exams...

he doesn't... exactly know how to react. should he leave you alone? should he ask you to go to bed? was this even normal, in the first place?

after watching the circles under your eyes get more and more defined, he makes up his mind.

"my dear, please, for your own health's sake... go to sleep. i promise that things will be better for you when you wake up refreshed."

but this won't do! your paper needs to be turned in tomorrow night, and you've barely written the first 1000 words. it's not alright.

you want to cry.

neuvillette notices it, though. he sits down next to you, not saying a word.

"i'm stressed, neuvillette." you mumble, looking down at your laptop.

"i know that. but i can assure you that you're not going to get anything done when you're in such a state. i hate to see your sunshine get dulled, my dove – i promise, that when we wake up, i'll work with you." he smiles so sweetly, you want to burst into tears right then and there.

okay, maybe you did burst into tears right then and there.

he gathers you in his arms, wiping your tears away with his thumb. his voice is sweet and compassionate, his words contrasting his being – "i don't know what to say." turns into something that was exactly what you needed.

for a person who doesn't understand the complexity of human emotions and how they work ... neuvillette cares for you in a way that's wonderful.

"alright, alright, i'll go to bed. you promise you'll work with me tomorrow?" you sleepily whine, rubbing the remnants of your tears away from your eyes and closing your laptop.

"i promise, my dear."

wriothesley, who stares at you staring at your laptop. he's convinced that you haven't moved from that position in... maybe an hour?

were you even alive at this point?

"can you please just stop working and get to bed already?" wriothesley sighs.

"but i can't! it's due tomorrow. and i'm literally, like, about halfway through." you rub your eyes.

wriothesley wants to roll his eyes goodnaturedly at you. but he doesn't. he loves you too much for that, especially when you're too exhausted to comprehend anything else.

"alright, fine. but i'll stay here with you. would you like tea?" he runs his fingers through his hair, getting up from his position.

wriothesley doesn't wait for you to say anything – he knows what you want. he breaks out the selection of teas he kept in his office, going through each one to see which had caffeine and which doesn't.

he eventually returns to your working area, a pot of tea in one hand and two cups precariously stacked on top of one another. it's steaming hot, and he sets it down gently.

it's quiet and peaceful. there's nothing but the low hum of wriothesley humming a calming tune, and the sound of you typing away.

the tea doesn't seem to be working, though? your eyes grow heavier and your head seems to find its place on his shoulder. you swear, there's a soft hint of a smile on wriothesley's face.

his smile seems almost like a smirk.

and then it clicks.

"you planned this all along." you pout, rubbing your eyes tiredly. the tea that was chosen wasn't caffeinated, and his sweet humming... it was the perfect mix to lull you to sleep.

"of course i did. go to sleep, (y/n)." he chuckles, saving your essay and closing your laptop for you.

okay, maybe sleep did sound good ... especially if he carried you back to bed later.

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ugly-pickle · 4 months

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Good morning, Pickle.

Please kindly consider this Ayato request: Your spoilt and pampered sister who has always destroyed every marriage prospect you have isn't happy that Ayato chose to marry you instead of her. So, on your wedding day, she has her servants destroy your wedding kimono as a fit of petty jealousy.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

lovely ☆ ayato

CHARACTERS: ayato x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: your sister seems to be upset when she finds out that you and ayato are engaged, so she casually ruins your wedding

GENRE: fluff 💿

W/C: 1.4k

C/W: cussing, betrayal, scissors, and physical touch (let me know if ive missed anything!)

A/N: OMG MY FIRST REQUEST AHRGHDSHH im currently working on your other request @sailorstar9 so just hold on tight! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

your sister is your everything, from the moment of her birth, when you held her in your arms you just knew you had to protect her until the sun and the moon collided, no, even after that you have to protect her. you thought all of the compassion youve shown your sister would help her bloom to be an elegant young lady, but has instead grown into a carrion flower.

your sister is certainly a bitch from time to time, but maybe it's because she doesnt have any suitors that truly love her, on the other hand you do. only an imbecile wouldnt want to be your lover, youre charming, funny, loving, intelligent, and beautiful. it could be out of jealousy that your sister had ruined your relationships with men who want your hand in marrige.

one day, you were having a fancy dinner with ayato, his family (plus thoma), you, and your family, when he suddenly got down on one knee and held out a ring with a fat diamond to you. you obviously accepted his proposal, and everyone in the room applauded for the two of you, except your sister.

for the next couple of months of your engagement with ayato, youve noticed that your little sister has become, well, bitter. her state worsens more and more the closer that the date of your wedding day approaches.

the week of your wedding day has finally arrived. the first gift youve received is from ayaka; you open the gift, you laid your eyes on the most beautiful kimono that has ever been made. the embroidery is truly one of a kind, the floral patterns was simply gorgeous, and the hair ornament looks so delicate that even the softest gush of wind could shatter it into pieces.

“oh my— ayaka this is beautiful…” youre at a loss of words, “im glad it’s to your liking,” ayaka responds with a sweet smile gracing her lips. “i will make sure that this kimono will never know what a blemish is,” you tell her solemnly, she giggles, “i wish i could talk to you longer, but im afraid that i have unavoidable duties to attend too,”

you bid ayaka farewell. you close the door behind you, you place the kimono back into its box and store it safely away. oh how you cannot wait to tells your friends and family about this gift, especially your sister.

when she heard about the news of your kimono that descended from celestia she threw an entire fit, one more immature than a toddler’s, but she does have her manners and did it once you had left the estate. her servants were comforting by her and calming her down, until one suggested to, perhaps, ruin the kimono?…

now that this idea has been implemented into your sister’s brain, nothing could lure it out. during the days leading up to your big day your sister has been ordering scissors so sharp that it could leave a scratch on the geo archon’s shield. your sister had selected her most loyal servants fit for the task to to shred your beloved wedding kimono to pieces.

your big wedding day is finally here! your bridesmaids are helping you get ready, they took you to the bath first, leaving your bedroom unattended.

the servants took this opportunity to sneak into your sleeping chambers and rummage through your things, looking for your kimono. after some time, one had found it; calling the others over, they started to get to work.

the embroidery now looks like the handwriting that belongs to a toddler, the floral designs had certainly seen better days, and the ornament is now smashed into pieces. the kimono now looks like the ghost from the ring would wear. your sister’s servants, pleased with their artwork, placed the kimono back into the box and storing it where they first found it.

you hear something scurry away, you open the door to see nothing. you shrug it off, “ladies, would you please bring my kimono? it’s in that box over there,” your bridesmaids nod there head, one of them grabs the box and places it on your bed. you open the box to find your kimono in a strange state.

your eyes widened in horror, you wanted to cry but you were in too much shock to do so. your bridesmaids were just as terrified as you are. the maid of honor instantly sent out two ladies, trying to order another kimono in such short notice. the ceremony is soon, you want someone to comfort you, but not the ladies with you. your sister? not a good idea, ayato? yes. but, hes busy.

you tell everyone to get out of the room, not wanting to shed tears infront of them, "but y/n, the wedding is soon, we cant afford to waste time, especially now." you acknowledge this for a moment, but with no dress you cant have the perfect wedding youve always dreamt of; besides the ladies cant get another kimono in time. "out. i already told you, get out," they cant do anything but put their heads down and listen to you, they exit the room one by one.

after the last one shuts the door, the tears fall down your face, you cant help it, you really cant. who did this? who would be so cruel, so jealous, so petty to do this? not even the tsaritsa would be this evil. the only person you know of who would do this is,

your sister?

how can she be so cruel?… but, jumping to conclusions is never good for anyone, and even if she did do this, it couldve been out of jealously.

.....

oh FUCK THAT SHIT, she just ruined your wedding for archons sake. you look at the clock. oh archons. the ceremony had started, but who cares, even a trash bag looks better than your wedding kimono.

tears are continuously rolling down your face, like a river that will never stop flowing. your sniffles are quiet, but it is the only rolling that can be heard in this room.

…

ayato is standing there at the alter, waiting for the love of his life, but she never shows up. worry suddenly floods his mind, what if something happened? he excuses himself and rushes to find you.

your sister sees him dashing towards her. have the archons finally answered her prayers? “oh ayato! i knew you would come to your senses sooner or later!” she exclaims. ayato, a bit disgusted, brushes her off and says politely, “i love y/n dearly and im currently searching for her, do you have any idea where she might be?”

one of your bridesmaids is running towards ayato, “over there ayato! quickly!” she shouts and points from across the room, unable to catch her breath. ayato nods, running towards where you are.

he slams the door open, “y/n—“ he cuts himself off when he sees your glossy eyes, tears falling down your face, your sniffles and breath trembling. “oh ayato,” you walk to your not-so-soon-to-be-husband and embrace him. the wet stain on his shoulder slowly growing.

for the first time in a while, ayato is genuinely shocked, hes seeing his lover upset, crying, and he cant do anything about it. “my love, whats wrong? what happened?”

you point to your bed, ayato takes a look and sees why— he and ayaka spent hours searching for a dress thats one of a kind and meant for you. his eyes widen a bit then relax again. he places his hand on the small on your back and rubs it in small circles.

he comforts you by saying, “i am beyond lucky to have you as my bride, even the most expensive jewels cannot be compared to your beauty because you outshine all, so please dont be too upset about this matter. i will find a dress made in celestia just to please my wonderful my darling.” he kisses your temple and pulls say, his face looks a bit more eerie now.

“your sister, right?” ayato asks you. “i think so—” ayato cuts you off, “i’ll cut off that bitches head as soon as possible, dont worry y/n.”

A/N: this was VERY rushed but i hope you still enjoyed it ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა

imagine a plot twist where the sister is in love with you lol (i dont write incest)

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fairykazu · 5 months

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misunderstandings ft. childe

inspo: “I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

it's hard to be in love with someone who's so obvious that they like you back but refuse to admit it. unfortunately, that's the situation childe has with you. everyone could see the love and affection in your eyes whenever you see the ginger male. but no matter hard they try to make you admit that you like him, you shut your mouth and change the subject.

well, you have had admitted it quietly in your friend's ear once but maybe too loudly because childe's ear perked up when you said his name. you immediately changed the subject right away.

"name? did you say my name?" childe asked as you tried to play off your flustered look,

"no? i was talking about albedo's sister. i mean, it's amazing how hes able to work around her. because um... children! i meant to say children not "childe". you have selective hearing! thats what you have." you spluttered up as amber whispered in your ear,

"good save."

he smiled hoping not in an awkward way and said, "ohh! thats what you mean."

that was so not what you meant and sadly, it's gotten so obvious even the subject of your affection noticed. it's not that hard to notice. even though, your state of denial does annoy him when he tries to court you like a peacock, he does like the chase. but the real question is, is he the prey or the predator in the situation?

you noticed that childe has been... not himself? not at all, in a bad way, of course but it's interesting that your boyfriend is acting like he has fallen in love all over again. do you have to worry about how his eyes only glimmer around you? maybe, but his eyes are pretty. speaking of the devil, he just texted you.

\\ 🍊: name

\\ 🍊: i need to talk to you rq

\\ 🍊: pls 🥲

he's so silly sometimes. you remember when he barely used emojis when you first began being friends. but as your relationship grew, he started to adapt how you texted. it's cute.

\\ 🍓: call?

\\ 🍊: ummm no. come to my house.

\\ 🍓: rn? it's like 7 😭😭

\\ 🍊: yes... well no 😞

\\ 🍊: you know what im coming over rn

\\ 🍓: RN?

\\ 🍊: yes.

what just happened?

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childe arrived at your doorstep, out of breath. it was cold. too cold and it was snowing. he loves the cold and his favorite memories with you was building a snowman and a snow woman together with teucer. teucer isn't really picky with people but he approves of you a lot. childe remember how happy you were when he told you that his little brother likes to hang out with you. despite it all, he still has the balls to confess and ask you out. or if you don't like labels. thats fine. if he's able to relax in your warmth somehow, he'd be content. no dating? it's okay. he will wait for you. he slipped into his pocket, looking for his phone, texting you.

\\ 🍊: pls open your door.

\\ 🍊: it's too cold and you know i can handle the cold

\\ 🍊: name pls

\\ 🍊: berry berry pls

the door opened wide, the warmth of your apartment escaping to the chilled breeze. he was bundled up in different layers. one hand has his phone the other was buried in his pocket. you were confused. he would be confused too if he was you. he was guessing what kind of thoughts ran in your mind like why you are here out of breath? wouldnt you be sick? while you welcomed him into the apartment, closing the door behind him and helping childe take off one or two layers of clothes. once he was warmed up and comfortable, you asked him, "did you run here? we live 2 hours away from each other. why didn't you take your car? why couldn't just call?"

he nodded off your questions. he looked up at you and you looked kind of pissed and annoyed. "okay, i will answer that if you just listen to me."

your stance changed from closed off to open, you crossed your arms though. "okay?"

"okay. um, i wanted to do this in a nicer and different setting. it'd would be much better than this and i promise i'll do it in a different way too." he looked at you again for approval. your hand moved in a circular motion, signaling him to get to the point. "well, i like you and i think you like me too. i know you don't really like those labels of being-" he fakes quoted with his fingers. " 'together'. but would you be my significant-married-person-thing with me? if you don't, it's fine."

after he got that off his chest, he sighed deeply. he waited for your response. half hoping that he didn't get rejected by you just now. but all he heard was laughing. nervously, he looked at you again. "what?"

"i thought we were together." you sat next to him, trying to snifle your laughs. he could see the tears outlining your eyes. instictively, he wiped off a tear off your face.

you watched how your words finally were processed in childe's brain and you could vividly see a lightbulb light up just now. "what?"

"i thought we were dating already."

"when did you think that???"

"well, in like highschool or middle school, when we were sleeping on my bed for one of our saturday sleepovers. you said, 'name, i want to be together with you forever.' and i replied with, 'i'd like that.'"

childe's face morphed, "but i didn't ask you officially. you knew i liked you from the start???"

"only because i thought we were dating from the start. gosh, my boyfriend is so stupid."

BOYFRIEND?? VGBHJMAKLS;VPNEF L YAYY WHOOSH BOYFRIEND... wait a minute. "if we are dating, why did you ignore me at school and become flustered?"

"good question. i don't remember."

"WHAT???"

"i'm just kidding, childe. also were you dreaming because the only time that happened was like highschool. i feel like we shouldve had a chat about this."

"you think??"

"im sorry childe. here's your apology gift." you pecked his lips. he melted instantly.

"don't you think... this makes you forgiven."

"oh how dare i think that! so... do you want to watch tangled again?"

"yes."

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peachfruitcake · 2 months

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did you hear about what Martin said about Susan and Linda on the Twitter space he hosted on the 27th? i thought of you instantly when he started talking about them and have been waiting for you to post your thoughts! :-)

HEHE YES IM THE ONE WHO’S QUESTION LED TO THAT!!!!!

Now for those who didn’t listen to that space, Martin said that Linda called her to say goodbye but never specified how it went of course. Besides “hey Susan I’m leaving sorry this is really impacting my mental health” “gaaaaaaaaaaey”/j

This is all a personal headcanon but I like to think that their friendship grew incredibly distant ever since Linda married Felix, Susan probably stopped talking to her altogether for a while and it would leave Linda very confused and upset. They might’ve started talking to eachother again a little bit as the series of events began to approach but only very brief small talk, maybe Linda complaining a little and giving Susan a few life updates and them both talking about stuff they’ve been noticing with others lately (especially Felix’s drinking), but nothing deeper than that.

I see Susan being extremely emotionally closed off to most people except maybe a select few that she knows very closely, so if you were to ask her what’s going on in her life she’d give you a very vaguely watered down version and not what’s actually going on or how she’s really managing herself emotionally.

So basically she used to be more open with Linda, but during that period she sort of just started treating her like a stranger.

So when Linda called her first to tell her that she’s finally leaving, Susan acted how she usually would, keeping it calm, understanding and respectful and wishing her luck, but she won’t really show any more than that. Or that she cried later and felt pretty bad that they couldn’t be so close anymore and that she’ll probably never be able to make up for herself acting so distant for the past many years again.

Of course this all comes from how I view Susan as a character myself though and also the fact that I refuse to pass up the idea that she has feelings for Linda. I like to think that she introduced her to Felix cuz Linda was getting more desperate to find a relationship and Susan was getting weird thoughts so in a panic she shoved her off to him so she could avoid the urges. They’ve been boiling within her since highschool and she always was able to push them aside or excuse them as “she’s just my very close friend I don’t have many close friends so she feels extra special” and as the years went by they began distracting her a lot from her work and were growing stronger and more unavoidable aaand they were really beginning to affect how she’d interact with Linda and you see Susan hates feeling like another has any control over her and Linda just wouldn’t shut up about hooooow badly she wants a relationship and hoooow many dates keep failing and Susan was at the point to where she was starting to get the kind of dreams that make you stare up at the ceiling in horror when you open your eyes in the morning so one day when she overheard Felix speaking about being single and wanting to start looking around, she decided to introduce her to him. Susan allegedly never finds a problem she can’t fix in some way so that was her solution.

They hit it off, Susan’s solution isn’t working for some reason cuz she doesn’t feel any relief at all and in fact feels worse but just sucks it up and just focuses on her work and looks the other way. Linda and Felix get married, Susan feels like throwing up the entire day and now feels somehow even more worse by now and suddenly whenever Linda wants to chat she’s suddenly always “busy” every time. Susan’s often busy anyways but you know yourself when there’s a difference between “shit I’m busy that day, let’s do Sunday instead” and “Sorry I can’t, I’m busy”, “I don’t know when I’ll be available.”

While Linda and Felix were dating, Susan probably assumed that she was just jealous that she couldn’t have a little fun at her age herself. When they got married, Susan told herself that she’s probably so depressed over it cuz it’s making her feel like she’s fallen behind others her age and that maybe she feels bitter that all of these people are moving on and going through these important life stages while she remains behind. Which made no sense otherwise cuz Susan couldn’t give any less of a fuck about starting any sort of family or going out. But that’s what Susan would tell herself that she feels so she wouldn’t have to think about it any further. By the time Susan thinks she’s over whatever it was, she begins having brief talks with Linda occasionally. Not often and still a bit distant, but way better than before.

So yeah can you imagine how shitty and guilty Susan felt that whole time of her weird bitterness toward Linda being in a relationship and not being able to approach her much anymore or how Felix turned out to be such a shitty husband.

If this headcanon is aligned with twf’s canon, she’d probably be dead before she even gets to actually acknowledge and accept her feelings as they are. Such is life though. Not like she could’ve done anything about it.

#tldr Susan is emotionally stunted as fuck and has no idea how to identify her emotions and struggles a lot with strong emotions. she’s the #poor bastard type to stand there light a deer in headlights whenever someone cries around her #you ask her how she feels and she doesn’t react on the outside and is like ‘it’s cool’ but deep down she’s falling to her knees and crying #plus she’s a busy woman and got no time for gay shit like pining #idk if u wanted that whole hc ramble but take it anyways (˘◡˘)#it’s cool that you thought of me though!!! means a lot I like it when I’m the first someone thinks of when it comes to susan Woodings :^)#now if you’ll excuse me my sleep gummy is kicking in #the walten files #twf #sulinda #twf sulinda #twf susan x linda #the walten files susan x linda #linda thompson #susan Woodings #headcanons #I remember after Martin announced them being school friends and that Susan introduced her to Felix I made a post mentioning how I see her #haven done that to push Linda away so she could avoid her attraction fo her and how that blew up in her face lol #and he liked the post heehee obv I know that that doesn’t mean it’s canon but it is to me 😁😁😁😁🌼#i stg if this is incomprehensible to read #I’m too tired to proofread and I just wanna post this lol

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swmmi-kti · 9 months

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Run!

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem Slayer Reader.

Part Two: here Part three: here

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Kyojuro seemed to have it all together. You somehow had survived final selection with him and on the off chance you saw him he always seemed to be three steps ahead. So it really was no surprise when you had learned of his status. Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira. It had a nice ring to it.

Really you only got to see him ever so often but when you did it was a nice form of catchup. He was always eager to tell you about what he’s done and what new slayers he may have met. Even what new food he may have tried.

Rarely ever did you guys stay longer than one meal always off to slay demons. But that didn't mean that there wasn’t something there. Something in your very being that you knew all too well.

Sometimes when you had bid Kyojuro goodbye you wondered to yourself did he perhaps feel that way too? Or was it something silly that you rather not whisper into the world. Maybe too scared that hushed winds would travel and let him know about your harboring feelings.

However on the rarest occasion he had invited you to join him to a feast while he spoke of his most recent adventure.

You had only ever only heard rumors about a boy who traveled with a demon and to know that the Hashira were okay with it well it eased your mind a bit. He spoke loudly, eating without a care in the world as he continued to tell you about Tanjiro. The Umai’s sprinkled here and there didn't startle you as it had done sometimes before.

He turned to your hushed figure as he finally looked at you since the last time you spoke. Always as stunning, always breathtaking.

Rengoku men are always known to love only one woman.

“So Tell Me! Any New News You Would Like To Share With Me?” He spoke loudly now, crossing his arms over his chest.

You looked at your bowl that was somehow full. You figured you just enjoyed Kyojuro’s time so much it made the hunger go away. So without thinking you handed the soup over before placing your finger on your chin as you began to think.

“Well there’s not much going on with me if ill be honest Kyojuro-San” you said nodding a no as Kyojuro tried pushing your meal back towards you. “If im honest i think ive come closer to death than i had imagined”

That Made him stop before he had even begun to eat. Eyes now full of concern as he looked at you. “Death? What even do you mean”

“Don’t look at me with such worry. You are closer to death than i” You stated blankly. True, being a slayer meant he was always out to possibly die. Being a hashira never made it less threatening. However you laid your head on your hand as you stared at the ceiling to recollect your thoughts.

“There was a demon which I thought I could handle but I ended up more beaten than I had prepared myself for. When morning came and the demon was no more I collapsed. It was by some miracle one of the citizens found me and nursed me well.” You said now fully looking at him. Noticing he had not at all taken even a sip from the soup.

“Are you not hungry?” you asked, looking at him.

He looked down at his plate. Seeming that he had lost his appetite while speaking with you. “You could have sent for help you know?”

“I know but it was my mission. Besides it is an honorable to die for the cause we fight for. I wouldn’t mind dying so long as the demon i died to also dies” You said eating the leftover shrimp tempura you two shared.

“Id prefer you didn't die at all”

“I do too”

“I mean it Y/n” He spoke bowl now being held by both his hands as he looked down to it. Could he be brave? Would he be able to tell you all that runs wild in his mind? “I’ve been imagining things with you”

“What?” you asked a little bit shocked

“I know its foolish and i know your my friend and all. But I imagine that I met you, us as humans and there are no demons. Sometimes i imagine that we go on dinner dates. I imagine coming home to you on days where its just a little too much for comfort” He swallows down hard

The sudden awareness he has of your eyes on him made him swallow down the shyness he never knew he could have.

“I picture Meeting you here, an everyday normal woman who has stolen my heart” He said the blush now appearing as he tried averting your eyes, laughing a bit “Isn’t that ridiculous? Tell me it so”

You couldn’t even help how hot you suddenly felt. How aware you were about how close you two sat. How maddening it was to be so close to him physically and emotionally.

“I think its best if i go Rengoku-San. Thank you for the food However i hope to see you sometime soon”

Your gaze didn’t meet his. Your face red and running impossibly hot, His eyes, his demeanor shifted that like a child who just got scolded. Did he really mess this all up?

However with a shaken breath you smiled at him. Holding his empty hand and placing the small hair pin that held it all together. Your laugh was shaken as you looked at him, his bewildered eyes staring at you

“A promise Rengoku-san! I must go!” You spoke rather loudly before running out of the establishment. He knew this hair pin was very special to you. It held a lot of meaning he knew as much.

With a reddened face he placed it safely besides his scabbard held tight by his belt.

Paying for the food he left quickly too. His heart was beating ever so fast. He hoped he would see you very soon.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #x reader #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #demon slayer kyojuro #kny rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader

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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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Leona and Nursemaid Reader HCs

Yandere Platonic Leona Kingscholar

Masterlist

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A/N: CAUTION I KNOW ALMOST NOTHING ABOUT TWST this is your only warning- something a bit different for a change while im still trying to figure out the next chapter of going home...just some random ideas i had on this. i dont know if i'll ever write for twst again but you're welcomed to try and make me...

as per royal protocol, when Leona was born, word was put out among the royal household in search of a suitable nursemaid for the second prince

you had been just a relative of one of the royal family’s trusted servants, a niece of theirs that they personally vouched for who could work as a nursemaid within the royal household after Leona was born

you still weren’t sure why they did it, having only previously worked in regular jobs, waiting tables at a tourist hotspot before learning how to be a cafe barista with no childcare experience of any sort, but no doubt you didn’t turn down such a prestigious job offer when the invitation came to interview

your relative was quick to warn you not to get your hopes up - after all, it was a ridiculously difficult role to get with an especially picky selection process, though the pay would be good with accommodation and food all thrown in

and you also couldn’t quite say why you were picked over all the other more eligible candidates in your view, with the queen herself, accompanied by the royal nanny and of course baby Leona who you would be looking after, personally doing the last round of interviews, though the pressure finally lifted from your shoulders when the surprise offer letter came

maybe it was how Leona didn't quite mind your presence, or how natural you seem to handle him despite your own young age being only twelve years older than Leona

you were moved into the palace, your room a stone’s throw away from the nursery and Leona’s room the day you started

but right from the start, it was clear that the role you had thought you were taking - feeding lil Leona, looking after him, bathing and dressing him - was a hellavu bigger by way of the nanny you were assigned to almost outright ignoring the second prince

you were ultimately the one that was constantly by his side as everyone else fawned over Falena, even the royal nanny - leaving you to be the one to not only accompany the young prince everywhere he wished to go, but also to teach him the ways of the royals

which you yourself learnt by listening to the nanny as she taught Falena, and by reading books in your free time from the library

you had assumed that sure, Falena needed more upbringing and training as the next in line to the throne, especially with how carefree the older of the two was, but you hadn't thought that Leona would be this neglected

not to say all the whispers behind his back

so you were determined to do your best - no child deserved this, royal or not

as per usual when it came to nursemaids, you were relieved of your role once Leona was old enough to look after himself, though you would be lying if you said there weren’t times you missed the lil cheeky brat - but alas, your services weren’t needed any longer, and thus you had no right to stay

but Leona didn't have just a vague impression of who you were despite you being from the early half of his life - no, this boy clearly remembers you from the days of you being his personal nursemaid even though he was but a babe

you had made quite the impression on him as a child, not just because you were the closest to him, watching over him when he played, helping him to wash and bathe, and dressing him

no, you were quite simply the sole member of the royal household to have actually paid him any genuine attention, never downplaying or dismissing his feelings, letting him vent and cry and rant without any judgement whenever he caught wind of others comparing him to Falena again

encouraging the young lion to put his best foot forward, whether or not anyone noticed, fought for him whenever you heard any other staff badmouthing him

and no doubt he bathed and revelled in that attention, and only to you he showed that clever and methodical side of him, teaching you how he snuck around those other pesky servants and telltales

to the point Leona became addicted to the highs of hearing you praise him - it was something he worked hard for, away from the eyes and ears of his doubters, something he looked forward to every day when he wakes

to others, he was lazy and unmotivated, prideful and domineering, but Leona turned back into a child when it came to you

you were the first to know when he got the hang of magic, the first to see his newly mastered spell which he showed off with a puff in his chest and hope glittering in his eyes

you had been his world, but everything shattered around him when you broke the news that you were leaving soon

sure you were just a nursemaid, but you had been there from the beginning for him - you had watched him grow up, and guided him with your gentle hand - you had been his friend, bestfriend even

you couldn't just leave him, right?

yet no matter how much he cried and begged and pleaded, the day came, and your room was cold and empty by nightfall

couldn't stop thinking about you even after you left, how you would dry his tears and sneak him a sweet treat in the dead of night, or how you used to rock and cuddle him to sleep

you were his best friend, and you took care of him, and therefore you were not allowed to take care or be friends with anyone else but him

and by simply taking his parents' words lying down and leaving without a fight, you were betraying him - were you in such a hurry to destroy this special friendship the two of you had? who were you returning to? did you have others on the outside?

and this cut deep into his personal pride - he prided himself in being able to wow and awe you, and now without you there to clap at his magic, there was no point

threw a huge temper the week after you were gone, destroying things and letting his magic rage almost to the point of him overblotting

though this only led to his parents denying his request of having you transferred back

regularly snuck out of the palace to check in on you and stalk you, since he couldn't quite figure out how to make contact with you without creeping you out

making the life of everyone around you difficult and painful enough that they start to drift away slowly but surely, one by one

despite everything the two of you went through together, you were still caught off guard when you were all but ordered back to the palace and nicely asked (read: coerced into) to take a position as Leona’s personal staff a few years later

which of course Leona threatened and negotiated to make happen

what him to turn up and pretend to be happy for Falena's birthday party? even wish him a happy birthday for once? he wanted you on his staff

Status meant everything above all else, and nobody understands this better than Leona

so even if its a women-first system in the Savannah, even if you were older than him, you are still beneath him when it came to the rank the two of you had in society, and therefore what he says is law - if he wants you to serve and be by his side, then it would be as so

you had grown into a fine lady, someone he imagined would be well-coveted after, but he would and have never let that happen, not after all his hard work keeping away your suitors

you were also the one that encouraged him to accept the invitation to go to college

couldn't bring you to Night Raven College with him as you had no magical talent, so you were assigned to keep his room clean and tidy, and pick up his calls whenever he rang home

which he did almost every night to not only chat and catch up with you, but to check in on whether you had made any new friends, and deduce more about your own personal life

because you were absolutely 100% not allowed to have anyone else but him - you were his and his friend alone

and he also continued to leverage his position and authority to scare away anyone that might be too friendly with you

didn't matter if you felt lonely and bored while he was away at school, looking after an unchanging room, he needed the assurance that you would be there and waiting for him

and you would have reasons to leave him should there be anyone else waiting for you on the outside

Leona had changed a ton from back when you knew him as a toddler then a young child, growing into a clever and powerful young man, but deep down it was still him - insecure, hating vegetables, liking chess and sleep, and still eager to impress you

his arrogance and pride is completely out of check, with Leona barely acknowledging anyone that didn't serve his interest or benefit him

and you had to admit it was stifling at times, having to take orders from a younger Leona who simply did whatever he wanted, though at least the pay was good and he did listen to you from time to time

but props to you that you do still try to nudge him in the right direction

and when he was back home from the holidays, he would look forward to falling asleep on your lap like he did as a child, with you humming a tune and running your hand through your hair

Leona would spoil you like he would his mother, buying you anything you wanted, taking you out to eat, and of course would whine to you when things weren't going his way

in someway you were still his nursemaid to a lesser extent, and someone he saw as his real mother and bestfriend - with how much he depended on your affection and attention, there was no way you would ever escape him

especially keeps you away from Cheka

you would be the only one allowed to talk about incidents from his younger days, though Leona had threatened Ruggie countless times from ever repeating those forbidden words

definitely leveraged his overblot incident to squeeze extra sympathy out from you

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twst x you #leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst leona #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kingscholar x reader

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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baker!reader who sees jotaro a few times a weeks when he comes to the little shop to get a simple treat to go with his afternoon coffee, engaging in small talk that gradually becomes more friendly and comforting making the guy look forward to his *now* daily treat

this didnt go the way i wanted but ykw? im equally as okay with that 🥹

When Life Gives You Pastries — Single dad!Jotaro x baker!reader

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

Jotaro is impoverished with the sickeningly sweet greeting as soon as he enters the small bakery.

He doesn’t say anything back because he’s here for one thing, and one thing only, and that’s his breakfast.

It was already a hassle getting Jolyne ready for school and in the rush of trying to cook his breakfast, he burnt hers and so in the orderly sacrifice of a parent, he gave her his and went without.

Jotaro scours the small selection for a gathering max of three minutes before slapping a plain croissant and a takeaway coffee cup onto the cashier table.

“Will this be to go, sir?” You ask, your smile wide and attentive despite the broody man’s disposition.

He hadn’t even registered that you’d spoken to him at first, his eyes emptily boring into your apron as he mentally flicked through today’s to-do list like a flip book.

It’s only once he realised you were giving him an expectant look that his ears caught up to his brain and his brain to his mouth.

“Yes, to go. Sorry.” He fumbles.

“No worries!” You chirp, as understanding as ever.

Jotaro pays for his purchase and patiently waits as you make his coffee of choice — a Long Black.

(“So an Americano?” You clarify.

“No. A Long Black; Hot water first and then the espresso, not the other way round.”

Jotaro notices how you smile knowingly at his correction and without taking any offence.)

When it’s done, he then leaves a mandatory tip before leaving without any further thought.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

The next time Jotaro finds himself in this same bakery is when he’s on his afternoon break just a week and a day later.

He vaguely remembers your first encounter but hadn’t thought much of it until now. He does however vividly remember your diabetic customer service greeting and it stimulates him to reply back.

“Hey…” He aimlessly mumbles.

“Already got your coffee today?”

When Jotaro places the wrapped plain croissant by the counter, he’s shortly thrown off guard by your question.

Looking down at his styrofoam cup which donned his work company’s logo, Jotaro is confused why you ask him this.

“Y-yes?” He thinks hard before looking back up at you.

You ring up his item on the till, your smile still cloy.

“Then I’m guessing no Long Black today.”

Realisation finally licks Jotaro’s brain and his face slightly widens in clarity of that.

He remembers now; how he ordered coffee from here last time, and how it kept him proactive through the day. Not like the cheap instant stuff his office gives for free. What you gave him was a true espresso infused coffee and for that he’s grateful.

“No, not today.” He finally answers as you hand him a small bag that contained his croissant. “Maybe next time.”

You give the man another warm smile. Jotaro leaves a cash tip this time despite only buying a croissant.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

“Afternoon.”

The gap between when Jotaro last visited the bakery was shorter this time, he was back three days later.

Jotaro had thought to himself that he should buy Jolyne a treat for when she gets home from school. He’d gotten a call not too long ago from a teacher who was rather pleased with her progress and thought to let him know.

It was small encouragements like that which spurred Jotaro on. Being a full-time working single father was hard and a lot of the time he was unsure whether he was doing a good job or not. Yet, noticed achievements like that, regardless of how big, he was determined to celebrate.

When Jolyne won, so did he.

“A croissant and a cherry bakewell. Unlike you.” You jokingly spar when Jotaro places the items on top of the counter.

He’s already getting out his wallet as you package the food up.

“It’s for my daughter, thought I should treat her today.”

At the mention of his kin, you looked up in warm aptitude.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you. Hopefully she enjoys it.”

Jotaro internally gleamed at the prospects that you thought him sweet for treating Jolyne. Not that it meant much (he tells himself) but to hear a compliment on behalf of his parenting skills always made him keen.

You didn’t share anymore conversation after that. The both of you were quiet as you made his Long Black.

Once you passed over the package, you smiled once again.

“Thank you.” Jotaro says, as he leaves his tip and a very minute smile.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

“Are you really?” Jotaro asks almost immediately after you say the phrase.

Taken aback, you blink over at the man rapidly.

“Huh?”

He realises, now that he’s said that out loud, how intruding that must have sounded. Figures, since the phrase had absolutely been rattling like a ligma bean throughout his mind all week and that was his verbal fruition of that torment.

But he doesn’t mean any harm. If anything it’s just bridled curiosity and so Jotaro pauses within the middle of shop to clarify what he meant.

“No, it’s just…your small greeting thing you say. That you’re happy to serve.”

The explanation offers little context to his verbalised brain funk but still yet, you try to piece together as much as you could.

“Oh. Well, I guess I am. I enjoy what I do.”

“That’s good.” Jotaro hesitates before he moves towards the designated area where the croissants usually are. “It’s good to enjoy what you do. What keeps you getting out of bed, I suppose.”

There was an easy lulled silence as Jotaro hovered by the croissants.

Even though he got the same thing every time, he still liked to make sure there wasn’t anything else he fancied.

“Do you enjoy what you do?”

You ask once Jotaro places the croissant on the counter.

Already shuffling through his wallet for his card, he answers your question with his head down.

“Not really. But it pays the bills and it helps me keep Jolyne happy, so I guess it figures out.”

“Jolyne — your daughter?”

At the mention of her name, Jotaro looks up at you, a pause in his thinking at how you could have possibly known her name, but he then realises that it was from his own Freudian slip.

Jotaro slowly unveiled the card he planned to used and placed it on the counter.

“Yes. Yes, that’s her name. Jolyne.”

Your smile was light as you kept the conversation going as you rung up the items.

“Who named her?”

“Uh, I did. After her late mother’s favourite song.”

You halted in your actions, your fingers hovering over the till screen. The look of regret washed over your face at the prospect that you’d gotten too comfortable with the man and opened a messy can of worms.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Jotaro shook his head as he gingerly tapped his amex over the card reader.

“No, it’s fine.”

As you sheepishly handed him his package, Jotaro backtracked his words.

“Well, I mean it’s not fine but you just gotta keep moving.”

“Of course.” You say with a nod.

Jotaro offers you a weary smile.

“Thanks.” He lifts his bag in solidarity to as he beckons his way out the shop.

“Hello, hello! Daily bakeries, happy to serve!”

The chiming and opening of the door alerted you of a new customer but from behind the counter, you didn’t see anyone come in.

With a face of confusion you looked over the counter to be none other than met with a rather small face looking up at you.

“Hey, there.” You greeted the individual.

The smile on your face was wide as the little girl looked up at you with massive curious eyes.

She didn’t say anything in reply, just stared right back up at you as you questioned her presence in your bakery.

Leaning your arms over the counter top, you pouted down at her.

“Are you lost?”

Before anymore exchanges could happen, the door to the bakery chimed once again.

“Hello, Hello! Daily bake— Oh! Hey!”

Your smile widened once you recognised who had walked into the store.

For a second, you hadn’t recognised him without his usual suit and tie, but you guess seeing him within his casual attire was even more of a nice surprise. You then connected the dots once the small girl had run up to the man’s leg and stretched her arm upwards so that she could hold his hand.

So this must be the infamous Jolyne.

“Hey, sorry for that. She unexpectedly ran ahead of me once we turned the corner.” Jotaro said whilst taking his daughter’s hand in his.

With an easy smile, you shook your head.

“No worries.”

In the duration that the two of them weren’t at the counter, neither you or Jotaro spoke to each other. Which was understandable considering he now had to entertain Jolyne.

“Dad, I want the one you got me last time.” She said.

“Yeah? Have a look and see if you can find it.”

Jotaro took one glance back at his daughter before approaching the counter. Rather than his usual croissant, he placed down a pain au chocolat.

“Good choice.” You muse

“Thought I ought to shake things up on a weekend.”

The both of you shared a polite bought of laughter between each other. Upon hearing the exchange, Jolyne skipped up to the counter before holding her bakewell tart in the air.

“Found it!”

She was too small to reach the counter top so you didn’t require that she place her treat there.

“Well done, Jojo.” Jotaro plainly laid his hand on top of his daughter’s head before removing it again. The touch wasn’t much but it secured a triumphant smile on Jolyne’s face.

Placing Jotaro’s treats into a bag, you directed your question towards the smaller girl.

“Jojo! That’s a very cute name.” You muse.

Hearing you engage with her, Jolyne’s eyes lit up as they flitted towards her dad before dancing back to you.

“Thanks. It’s dad’s name too, we share it!”

“Dad is also called Jojo?” You smile as you now look towards the larger man.

The man was quick to correct you as he took his bakery goods, his demeanour seemingly bashful at the prospects that his in-house nickname was being used anywhere but.

“I—As a nickname, For Jotaro.” He feigns.

“Jotaro.” You repeat.

For some reason your cheeks start feeling hot at the prospects that the man had just shared his name with you.

“Nice name.”

“Thanks.” He eyed you back,

And you weren’t lying, the name genuinely did suit him. A large stoic man who shared names with the daughter he begrudgingly, yet gladly, went to work for and brought to his favourite bakery shop on weekends — The name complimented him very much and in a very odd way, you found yourself smiling at the prospects of that.

Jotaro easily used his electronic watch to pay for the items as he hovers it over the machine. The cute ding signalled that the payment went through.

“Well, Jolyne, Jotaro. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

Collecting his daughter by her small hand, Jotaro widely smiled as he nodded his head in a bid goodbye.

“And you.” He firmly said back.

The jingled ��Byeeee!’ from Jolyne along with the opening bell of the door rung together as the two left the store.

#jotaro kujo #jotaro imagines #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro x black reader

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bluxb3rry · 1 year

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❝𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💙

Felix x male reader!

he/him pronouns! English is not my frist language!

More "has a lots of tattoos x doesn't have any tattoos" oneshot :D

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Felix Lee always liked to bake sweet things for his class, at frist he did it only for his friends, but then all the class liked his baking. So is just a normal thing at this point.

Right now is walking with a food container full with brownies, his class favorite thig from all his baking. While he was walking to his class he notices how there were more people looking at his class then normal, confused he got close to the one he knew the most.

-Jeongin?-the named looked at him

-oh, Hyung-

-"Oh"? what's going on?-he asked still confused

-um, theres a new guy in you'r class-

-so?-

-look-he grabed him and put him more close to the door, so he could look inside.

It was just a normal guy, just some tattoos and pirecings, he wasn't able to look well but some tattoos showed in the neck of the boy, also some i his hands and fingers, he seemed to have a snake bite type of piercing, and some others, and maybe some combinatios in his ears. But to be honest nothing else.

He looked at his friend

-still not know what are you talking about-

-It's y/n!-

-wHAT-

He looked at the boy again, nah no way, yeah knew that people may change but the last time that he saw this guys was when he was 10, being the best one in maths, and just an intelligent but introvert guy.

Who is this?

-Okay out of my class-the deep voice of a professor made everyone that wasnt from there leave, and the ones who where supossed to be inside ran to their seats.

Felix was in front of him, one seat at the left.

-well, now that everyone is more calm, i would like to introduce our new classmate, Y/N L/N-

He got up from his seat, giving a slight smile.

-nice to meet you all-

Felix just looked at him weird, he really changed and he wondered why they didn't talk anymore, did something else changed beside appearance?

-well with that done, lets start class-

Felix opened his notebook, ready to take note when a paper was thrown at him, suprised he opened it

"the principal want's you to show me the school Lix"

He looked behind him, meeting with the smile of y/n, looking in front again, sighing tired again.

Long day.

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After class, and some brownies sold, the boy with tattoos got in front of him.

-Hello Lix-he said looking down at him.

-Y/N...hi-he got up from his seat, looking at him, with a slight akward silence from the rest of the class-should we get going?

-yes captain-

Felix started walking, still with the food container of brownies since he knew some of his friends were gonna ask anyway, with Y/N following behind, and him explaining very short the different places.

-Did you forgot about me?-

-huh?-he looked at him-what are you talking about?-he asked

-Well...you don't say anything about the time i was gone, can't blame you though, i didn't ask neither-he said, walking now in front of him, to the vending machine

-oh well, i didn't knew where to start, um-Felix saw how the male put a coin a selected the bottle of milk-those tattoos...when?

-some of them two years ago, some one month ago-he opened the bottle-i just liked them, the same with the piercings

-you changed...-

-maybe, im still a fucking nerd to-y/n laughed a little, resting in the wall

-not an introvert to-Felix said, resting beside him

-mmh, what makes you say that?-he asked with a smirk

-the little mosquito bite in you'r neck-he smiled

Y/n looked at his neck with his phone, not seeing anything.

-mmmh, not an introvert huh?-

-haha, look mister Lee, i may have sex, but, that doesn't mean i like going out-y/n said laughing a little bit

-if you say so-he looked at his bottle of milk-hey want some brownies?

-it has drugs in it?-

-wha-No! jesus just normal brownies..Do you-?-Felix was about to ask

-nah, i just make jokes and yes i do want some brownies please-

Felix gave him some, seeing how he ate it and drank some milk later.

-mmh good combination, thanks-

Felix looked at nothing while a comfort silence filled the air

-well, we should get going mister rebel-Felix said watching the time

-mmmmh if you say so-he trow the bottle and finished his brownie

Y/n hugged him, resting his face between his neck and schould

-you must be kidding me...-Felix protested

Yet he hugged him to.

-i missed you-

-i missed you too Lix-

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#stray kids x reader #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids #skz fanfic #skz #stray kids fanfic #lee felix #stray kids felix #felix x male reader #male reader #x male reader #kpop x male reader #gay

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aeferkssr · 1 year

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“what do you do when you’re stressed?🤔” “i write🤭” “that’s beautiful man-“ “i write FANFICTION.” “oh😨”

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

— school was hell on earth, none of your teachers seemed to empathise with you, your fellow classmates did jothing but make your experience harder, and the workload was overbearing.

— you wanted nothing but to just run away from it all, maybe declare that you were studying abroad then never come back, or even set the school ablaze. no, you’re pretty sure more bad things will come than good.

— you lean over your desk and cushion your head with your arms. a muffled groad escapes your lips and you repeatedly knock your head on your arms.

— “just two more months… just two more months and it will all be over” you reassure yourself for the nth time that day.

— the slight thumps of your head on your arms was enough to call your lover into the room. he looks at you as you bring your arms around your head tighter with a feather like gaze.

— he approaches you and takes your hand with a grasp that was just as light and gentle as his gaze prior. “my dove,” he begins, as soft eyes meet distressed, “everything’s gonna be alright” he reassures you

— “kazu…” you whisper his name, barely audible to anyone but him, before you fall into his arms and let go all that has been occupying yiur mind for the last 3 months.

— kazuha said nothing but held you tighter, smoothing down your hair before placing a chaste kiss. a silent reassurance that he would be there to do the very same anytime you so desire.

WANDERER

— “is she sick in the head? does she take me for a fool?” you complain to your boyfriend about your shitty co-workers. “they do nothing but wring me for all im worth! i don’t think that this pay is worth the stress.”

— queen is silent as he listens to you rant about your cruddy work life. you pace around the livivng room of your house, your hands flailing around and feet stomping as you tell him about how much you hate your job.

— “then leave?” queen says, as if it was a matter of fact. “i wish it was that easy, kuni.” you sigh before finally sitting down beside him and resting your head on his lap.

— “like you said, its not worth the stress. who knows what you would do if you snapped? its better to at least try and resign before they fire you” you stop to think about what queen just said, he was definitely right, but this wasn’t a situation you could just simply walk away from.

— you curl up to your boyfriend, snuggling deeper into his stomach as you groan into his shirt. the former wanderer sighed as he pat your head in reassurance.

— in another life, he would of taken care of all those who stood against you ages ago. but, times have changed, he has changed. so the best he could do is provide a place of comfort, a sturdy backbone for you to fall on when needs be.

TARTAGLIA

— family gatherings weren’t your cup of tea, it was more like hot wolfhook juice, downright nasty and only appealing to a select few weirdos

— but ‘family needed to stick together’ after all, and your boyfriend was 10x more excited to meet them than you. maybe because he was a family man at heart?

— as you and tartaglia made your way into the house, your aunt was the first to comment on your appearance. couldn’t you have made a greater effort to look pretty since you were carrying your boyfriend with you?

— another aunt stepped in to comment on your body, how much food you have been eating or the lack there of. each relative had something to say, whether it be about your appearance, your appetite or those you affiliate with. and you could do nothing but nod and agree.

— when the harbringer noticed you evident discomfort, he made up an excuse that was viable enough for you two to go home. as you sat down in the passenger’s seat in his car, you let out the tera you have been holding since coming there.

— ajax loved his family, even though he couldn’t express his true intentions, and understands how blessed he is to be able to have one that doesn’t scrutinise his every move. but, you didn’t have such a luxury. despite your shortcomings, you had something that they could never dream to have, a stable relationship you had ajax

#twilighttheatre #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kuzikusushi x reader #childe x reader #tartagalia x reader #ajax x reader

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determinate-negation · 6 months

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i recently saw this post of yours and it made me think. a lot of mainstream media is "imperialist media thats frequently dishonest and biased especially in their foreign reporting and generally affirm whatever the us state departments position is". that is manifesting as a very pro-israel bias. some people who notice that pro israel bias may think that israel, to some extent, controls the media -> jews control the media. or see that pro-israel bias as a pro-jewish bias -> jews control the media. and that line of thinking is, you know, bad and dangerous.

and i have seen on tumblr some people point out that pro-israel bias (who, as far as i can tell, arent antisemetic but just pointing that out) and then other people accuse them of antisemitism because they (i assume) go through the same logical processes i mentioned in my earlier paragraph.

in short, it seems that this is going to cause some confusion on what is and isnt antisemitism and could help certain antisemites spread their beliefs, both of which are... not good to say the least.

also, sprry if you already said something like this before, for whatever reson tumblr wont let me search your blog

can you think fucking critically about this for a second

im a marxist. im pointing out a general basic marxist criticism of bourgeois institutions, which many have done before me. including many jews! nothing i said in that post really implies anything about jews to me

also what i say in that post right after the thing about imperialist media is this

michael parentis book inventing reality: the politics of news media is a good book about the structure of the american media and their history of backing every single us foreign intervention since the 1950s, lying about socialists and revolutionary movements, and selectively presenting information to support warmongering and downplay u.s. and u.s. ally crimes

jsyk this is a marxist book thats about class society and not jewish media tricks, and i purposefully recommended it because i think its a good way for someone to get a left wing perspective on this. i really find it tiresome to extrapolate antisemitism from this and honestly harmful

as you said it is going to cause confusion on antisemitism. so if you see people making normal posts about media bias that are not antisemitic... maybe a hypothetical about how some people who see it might already think jews control the media doesnt help?

its more important than anything to make a marxist criticism of mass culture and media and ideology that justifies imperialism, rather than give ground to reactionaries, so i will keep criticizing things on marxist grounds as i have done. i think its obscuring real antisemitism to say theres an issue with marxist media criticism

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hold-him-down · 8 months

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🧣

For Leo

From this ask game

Notes: this isn’t exactly fluff but it’s not really hurt/comfort either, maybe some emotional whump? i was shooting for pure fluff just to prove i COULD but this is the result, which landed somewhere in the middle 😂 just a little getting to know you piece that im not exactly convinced should exist, but it does 🫶 like 5 months in

TW: none really

✥ ✥ ✥

The moment that Leo jolts awake, he feels first relief, before he takes a breath and checks his surroundings. He’s mostly sweaty, but nothing else. So that’s… that’s good. He expected the nightmare tonight, and was cautious in how deep he let himself sleep, but as his breathing returns to a normal cadence, he stares at the ceiling in the pitch black bedroom and reminds himself, several times over, that it wasn’t real.

He sneaks into the bathroom and takes a cold shower, redresses, and then tiptoes down the stairs and into the living room. Snowflakes are falling to the ground, visible only where the light from the patio door radiates into the night.

Leo pours himself a glass of water and selects his favorite blanket from the basket, turns off the lamp, and curls up on the sofa.

It’s early, or late, depending on your perspective. He powers on the TV and immediately seeks out this medical dramady he begrudgingly started two weeks earlier; it’s stupid, and it’s mindless, and he could never openly like it, but it’s an absolute truth- he does like it.

He keeps the volume muted, opting for the captions instead, and half-watches the graphically imprecise surgical nightmare play out, half-watches the snow.

His eyes are glued to the TV when Luke appears in the hallway. It takes a moment for Leo to notice him, and so when he does, he’s not certain how long he’s been standing there. Leo wants to change the channel, but thinks maybe drawing even more attention to it is a mistake. He, instead, fights the urge to stand as he straightens his spine, just a little.

Leo has been given painfully explicit permission to watch the TV whenever he wants, but he hadn’t intended Luke to catch him watching this particular thing–

“Good morning,” Luke says, smiling warmly.

“Good morning,” Leo responds. He smiles back, forcibly relaxing his body. It’s 3:30 in the morning, which, Leo knows, is close to Luke’s normal wake-up time. He hadn’t really thought that part through. Luke yawns and stretches, exposing a little bit of his stomach, and Leo looks away.

When he disappears into the kitchen, Leo runs his hands through his hair, adjusts the blanket, and himself, as quickly as he can. He hears something clatter, and his grip on his glass tightens.

“All good,” he hears from the kitchen.

Luke emerges a few minutes later, two cups of coffee in hand and wearing an easy, genuine smile.

“Can I sit here?” Luke gestures toward the open spot on the sofa and Leo repositions himself, giving Luke a little more room, and lifts the blanket. Luke almost imperceptibly hesitates, then curls himself under it.

“What is this?” Luke asks, his attention momentarily caught up on the TV.

Leo, mortified, takes a breath.

“It’s uh, actually, it’s called A Cut Above, and it’s… not very good. I found it the other day when I was looking for a–” he pauses, fingers fidgeting, careful with his words “–a thing that is not important, and I’ve been kind of slowly making my way through it. It’s a medical drama, but it’s not very accurate so far…” His jaw snaps shut, painfully aware that he’s rambling.

Luke laughs. “I didn’t know you liked medical dramas,” he says, his eyes landing on Leo.

“I… don’t think I knew that either? I’ve never really watched one before, but I started it and now I simply must know what happens.” His voice is soft and he puts a silly cadence behind it, which earns him another smile.

“I always have a hard time with them. I know they’re just designed to entertain, but I always get hung up on how inaccurate they are. I used to date this guy who was obsessed with several of them, and it got the point where he wouldn’t watch them with me because of how heated I’d get. This was in med school, and I haven’t really watched any since graduating. What about you?” Luke asks, his voice guarded. “Does it bother you at all? All the…” Luke gestures, grimacing. “Blood and needles and stuff?”

Leo turns his attention to Luke, taking a breath.

“I don’t think so. Maybe because it’s so ridiculous… I actually used to think I’d become a doctor, too.” Leo swallows, very aware that Luke is watching him with that fake-casual intensity that means he is zoned in. Leo takes another breath, and decides to do it. To give Luke a piece of himself, however small it might be, that he never thought he’d give anyone again. He tries not to think too hard about it.

“I grew up kind of poor, but after high school, I got a decent job and was able to save some money. I thought maybe I’d go back to school, once I really had a grip on what I wanted to do. I was pretty constantly torn between becoming a doctor or a stripper, though, so I still had some soul searching to do.” He smiles, which Luke returns, but there’s a sadness there, maybe between them both.

“What was the job?” Luke asks. “If you feel comfortable telling me. No pressure.”

“Bartending, usually. Sometimes I took odd jobs, doing oil changes or helping with construction work or whatever became available that filled the daytime hours. My mom was struggling a lot, toward the end… so I kept myself busy and just helped out around the house when I could.”

Leo is not unaware of the sadness in Luke’s expression, and he wonders if his own expression gives him away. It’s a dangerous line he’s toeing, but it’s also a line that he knows he needs to test the limits of.

Still, the overwhelming sense of grief, over what he’s lost and what he’ll never get back, twists at him, and he pivots abruptly. “What about you?” he chokes out. “What did you, um. Did you always want to be a doctor slash politician?”

Luke laughs. “Doctor yes, politician no. To this day, I’m not sure what was my dream and what was my parents’ influence. They were hyper-focused on making sure we both were super successful…” The why that lingers in the air doesn’t need to be spoken. “I don’t blame them, really. And I enjoyed being a doctor, I miss it sometimes. The politician part kind of came out of necessity; I started getting involved in local politics while I was still in med school, and ran for local office after my first year in residency. It was… chaos.”

Leo feels the heat of Luke’s hand along the edge of his, just a second before he feels Luke’s eyes on him. An eternity passes in silence, the light of the TV flickering as the coffee grows cold and the sky starts shifting.

“Are you okay, Leo? Did you sleep at all?”

Leo clears his throat, tugging the blanket closer to him. “Yes,” he says, his voice a whisper.

Luke studies him, before speaking again. “Have the nightmares gotten bad again?”

“Yes,” Leo says, after a moment’s hesitation. He offers a small smile.

“Do you know,” Luke asks, “that you’re having a nightmare when you’re having them? Can you tell it’s not real in those moments?”

“Sometimes,” Leo responds. “It’s– It can be hard sometimes, because they’re all rooted in reality. They’re never really so far out there that I’d immediately know it couldn’t be real.”

It’s Luke’s turn to nod, as he sips his now-chilly morning coffee.

Luke clears his throat, turning his focus half back to the TV. “I don’t know how true any of this is, so take it with a grain of salt, but for what it’s worth- I used to have nightmares sometimes. When I was a kid. And my mom would come in and sit with me until I fell back asleep.” His hand finds Leo’s under the blanket, squeezing it.

“She told me once that if I could identify it was a nightmare, and say this random safe-word that I’m pretty sure she made up on the spot, I could get myself out of whatever terrible story my brain had conjured up.” He pauses, then Leo feels his hand slip free, and Luke stands, retreating toward the kitchen.

“What was the word?” Leo asks genuinely.

“It was 'quicksand' when we were kids. We changed it a few times, but always came back to 'quicksand.' It became kind of a running joke. Whether there’s any truth to that, I make no guarantees. But Rob and I used to swear by it.”

Leo smiles. “I’ve never heard of kids having safe-words,” he says, following Luke to the other room. He leans against the counter as Luke starts breakfast.

“Okay, to be fair, it wasn’t exactly a safe-word,” Luke retorts. “It was a word that was intended to keep me safe from my own imagination.” He’s teasing, Leo thinks.

“But it worked? At least sometimes?”

“I distinctly remember it working at least on two occasions,” Luke responds. “Which… I guess taking into account the sheer volume of nightmares I’ve had throughout my life, might not actually be your best bet. But worth a shot?”

Leo nods, clutching the blanket around his shoulders, and moves automatically to help Luke with breakfast. “Worth a shot,” he agrees.

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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I don't know if anyone has asked for this yet, but can we have a Nutcracker (preferably male) reader and/or ballerina (Preferably female) reader being besties and just doing little performances for everyone in the circus. This can either be romantic or platonic Reader(s) x TADC, I don't mind! Go crazy with it! Go wild! I love to read ur headcanons and stuff so much man/pos

Gangle, Kinger, Jax, Caine x reader who hosts shows!

two things! i couldnt decide on the gender of the reader so you can read it as both or either </3 other thing, i still dont take reqs for the entire cast (nothing against you this is a blog wide rule/character limit) so i went ahead and ran the request through a wheel to randomly select characters with that said, i hope you enjoy!

CAINE:

i think, given that hes the circus ringmaster of the circus as well as generally being in control of things thanks to his status of an ai, he tends to host your shows... might even make the other circus members watch. whether you want to read this as platonic or romantic, he just does it because he wants to support you and allow your talent to be seen...! though he might get rather.... loud about it. ive said it so many times but im ready to say it again, he would be your number one fan and hes going to be very clear about it. probably throws roses to the stage for you when youre done with your performance... cheers and claps the loudest... hell, if youre comfortable with it, he might just wear a shirt with your name and face on it..! truly your number 1 fan

JAX:

i think if this is platonic, depending on how close you guys are he might try to disrupt the show by being a jackass. generally being annoying and trying to get a reaction out of you... though i dont think he would do this if you guys are actually. close or good friends and/or dating... now practice? thats something else... definitely a case of him being able to see that you enjoy what you do and you have passion and dedicate himself so he might just try to contain himself and his need to be an asshole and cause havoc.. i think if asked what he thought he would seem a little neutral about it, hes not going to praise you excessively or be mean.. jax doesnt seem like the type to gush over someone or something no matter how much he liked it.. best youd get out of him is a "good job,".. definitely one that hinges off of how close you guys are and how much respect and boundaries are set up between you two

KINGER:

i think he might be a toned down caine, looks like he would give you a rose after your performance.. though if youre not a flower person i think he would swap the rose out for something else. while caine might be barely containing his excitement throughout your performance, kinger is much more likely to be able to sit still and quiet... although still very much consumed by you, perhaps even sitting on the edge of his seat in an attempt to get a better look at you. i think he would notice a lot of smaller details and stuff you put in your shows, such as costumes or decoration, too... maybe its self projection, but i think he bounces between being clueless to having a really really keen eye when it comes to things... also the fact i love the hc of "clueless/chaotic/commonly zoned out character noticing something vital or making a smart point for a moment before reverting back to status quo" is one of my favorite tropes.... loves watching you practice

GANGLE:

i think she might actually help you with costumes and stage decorations! sure her thing is mostly art and you might have to recruit the help of ragatha for some things but i think gangle would be more than willing to help you out... plus it gives her something to do, and it means spending time with you! and thats always nice! very receptive to the stuff you have to say but i think she might try to offer some alternatives to make things visually look more appealing... as for actual performances i think she would love them! she strikes me as a theatre kid, and your sort of thing is adjacent i think... might gush to you about the show and how you did, though its often that she might trail off and become sheepish if she feels she was getting too into her ramble.. generally very sweet, though, but due to her shyness shes not going to do more than the rest of the crowd (throwing flowers, clapping louder than everyone else, ect ect ect)

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #jax x reader #jax x you #kinger x reader #kinger x you #gangle x reader #gangle x you

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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im in the car right now and it's zoomin through the highway like a sequoia seed fucking like a bullet train. but hrrrr HRRRR HRHRHRHRHR HRHRGRGRHRHRHR alpha w wolf yuuta :)))) who is sweet and tender and shy and takes diligent care of his friends with you, the first alpha of the group. naturally, you pair up for effeciency, and to learn from one another. only for you to grow far, far too close and like each other far too much. you take care of each other so devotedly it hurts. and sweet, dear yuuta sheds his meek disposition for an extremely aggressive one when you officially become mates; standing down anyone he perceives as a threat to you. even when he threatens to tear off the face of a stranger, he still quietly whines for your affection-- closely pressing his face into yours, kissing you till your lips bruise. he'll absent-mindedly fiddle with your hair and/or trace the skin along your nape and watch as you shiver from his touch, even make other rivals watch as you growl into his neck and squeeze his waist tightly. yuuta lets no one else touch you or love you like he does and applies the same to himself for you. so terribly possessive and obsessive and your sweet boy :))))!!!!

'zoomin through the highway like a sequoia seed fucking like a bullet train' darling<3 thank you for the soundtrack I love driving at high speeds so much hshshhs /srs; hope you get a good ride, don't forget to buckle up <33 [advice for the future, considering how much time has already passed]

*meme with cat & microphone* please tell us what it's like to be a rare supplier of alpha x alpha dynamic? /pos /hj

MUTUAL SUPPORT!

cw hybrid au implied + omegaverse au elements; heavy unhealthy behaviour, animal behaviour, heavy petting, bloody biting

When there are more than one alpha in groups, it is natural that a hierarchy of experience and strength is built; even if you often participate in puppy fuss and behave democratically, competition for the main role always remains an important part of any communication. After all, this is an internal struggle for a resource, an important part of any intraspecific selection, and even if society and years of evolution have made everything less bloody, these are instincts — something that has not yet been replaced by cold reason.

Yuuta is not interested in competition or the main role, and even when you pull him into a puppy romp, — allows you to easily win, anxiously clutching your clothes as you hover over him. Yuuta is just such a soft and gentle alpha, almost too timid and anxious for someone who has to take over the management and control of the future group and lead it. Maybe you wouldn't sincerely call yourself "the most skilled alpha", but definitely understood such things better than Yuuta — anyone understands such things better than Yuuta — and allow yourself to slip from original goals.

He's just looks like a puppy — both literally and figuratively — with this "eternally in need of help" face and anxious grabbing when something happens, looking for a smarter and stronger alpha in you, watching you to learn the same, and you can't resist when notice how he tries to repeat after you or uses the same methods (being without you) in order to be more like a "good" alpha. You know about it — and it's as damn charming as it is almost embarrassing, knowing that he's taking an example from you as another alpha. You're not that experienced or old, but he still looks with a twinkle in eyes, absorbing your every word or movement on the coordination of the group, and you, you can't say to yourself "don't pay attention" when you see his need to become a better alpha.

You don't say that he is under your care, or that you are teaching him, or that he is your protégé — everyone understands this anyway, looking at how carefully you study each other and with each other; when you start walking only together or spend a lot of time alone, getting along with each other so well, that you can't avoid playful attention and small innocent jokes (not everyone decides to mess with two alphas). You do not resist and do not try to dispel them — you are not exactly in search of a mate; any partner is building a new group, and you are not ready to create a joint nest. Yuuta only blushes at this, like an overripe poppy, but does not answer anything, mumbling something when you ask if everything is fine, shyly looking away, but convincing that he is fine.

Yuuta smells even too nice for an alpha; something calm, pleasant, making you feel warm and good, and he definitely shouldn't smell so good for an alpha like you, but he does it, without flinching even when you sit closer, nuzzling his neck from fatigue and exhaustion, not preventing him from continuing to do his business. However, he is polite and affectionate enough to pay attention to you, standing still for your convenience, obediently raising and lowering head whenever you want, purring as you wrap your arms around his thin waist, snuggling closer. It's not that you were interested in other alphas — their smells were too sharp, their behavior was too competitive, their aggression was too reflective — but if it was Yuuta, then, maybe, you would be interested in alpha. As an exception.

Just in theory — it's not that you think of him as a possible partner or, even more so, as a possible keeper of your nest. Even if he was almost plush, he was an alpha — not the best choice for another alpha. But the way Yuuta strokes you, touching your skin with his fingertips and gently caressing, as if seducing you, in a sensual silence, covered only by the sounds of your common breathing, is more than exciting, and this is definitely the reason why your heart beats as fast as his.

... When Yuuta clings to you, wrapping his long legs around your body, pressing into you, whispering, almost crying, that he can't replace you with the partner you should have, — the best partner you will definitely have, — but he loves you, and the only thing he wants is for you to keep him close with yourself until you find someone better, letting him be around and take care of you, and it's so awkward and strange and embarrassing,

and you don't understand why you feel so hot when he whines, hiding head in your neck, gently scratching you and trembling on your chest, depending on you and any of your words or movements. He is dependent on you,

too dependent on you,

and you are too excited about it.

You cannot reject him, even when he naively presses his face to your face, whining like a puppy from fear and delight, trying to kiss you.

Yuuta is affectionate; so gentle and timid, putting chin on your outstretched palm and shamelessly exposing his neck when you leave your lovebites under loud purring, knowing that he will not hide them or deny that they are yours. He never denies or hides you.

(The shape of your teeth in the likeness of a marriage ring on his ring finger is more than eloquent about what you mean when call him your "mate".)

Even if Yuuta growls almost as shamelessly low, baring fangs when someone starts behaving wrong, too wrong, forcing him to wrap around you and almost bare claws, threatening to scratch anyone who moves too close to you — as a warning; no one even dares to violate your space, let alone find out what will happen after the 'warning'.

You are TAKEN.

He's purrs like a huge cat when holds the edge of his t-shirt in mouth, allowing you to touch him and slide your fingers down, treating him like a pet, massaging his stomach and squeezing thin waist, perfectly turning into hips and thighs, wrapping around you; his belly is cute, easily squeezing through when you lightly press on it, perfect for a knot, — but you don't respond to quiet whining when Yuuta watches you check something. His nest, the first joint nest, a small love nest for two, specially built for you according to your preferences, looks so good, but Yuuta is closely watching your every look at what's around to see your real opinion; you don't know if he's whining for you to tell him what you're doing or what you think about this nest, — you don't say anything, just leaning closer to him,

And Yuta gasps when you start humping, gently rubbing and making him bend in the back, allowing you to continue at a more comfortable angle, caressing even harder and faster through clothes, touching heated skin with your lips, forcing him to moan and whine while his body is pressed down, unable to move except to incoherently push his hips in an attempt to return the caress. Yuuta is flexible, agile, wriggling under you to grab your clothes, hiding face in your shoulder, hanging on to you tightly even when you lift him higher to continue pushing harder, hearing only a purr mixed with moans when he takes his face away from your neck to immediately snuggle back, looking for your smell and leaving bloody the marks on your neck — but you don't feel them at all, being intoxicated from everything that is happening, just feeling how Yuuta encourages you not to stop, everything is fine, he's fine, even when your smell becomes too much for an ordinary alpha in a nest of this size.

If he could, he would stay in this nest with you forever.

When Yuuta is almost hanging on you, sleepily purring, looking for a source of energy in you, behaving more than eloquently about your closeness, you are more than sure that no one else will approach you, even if you smell like another alpha. Yuuta just has this ability to intimidate others, although you would say that this does not come from biological reasons like smell (like yours), but from something more subconsciously social.

But even if he modestly and quietly intimidates others, you don't mind. In any case, he does it with the best of intentions.

(he doesn't need to know that you encourage him or know about it, however.)

Your smell can become 'too' much only for strangers when you grab Yuuta by the waist, possessively wrapping your arm around it, digging your fingers into side, probably leaving a bruise, but Yuuta only purrs softly, not letting you realize it. A soft, almost weightless kiss on your cheek relaxes you — only to get even angrier, feeling an attempt to invade your space. You don't know how it happens; you don't like it when someone flirts with him, and that's okay, but it's not normal — you're abnormally obsessive with him, and you know it when Yuuta is completely pressed against you, even if he hasn't taken a step himself, and his neck is pressed to your lips.

It's wrong, but if you could... you don't know what you would do to him or them so that it wouldn't happen again. So that no one else flirts with him, no one perceives your smell as "friendly", no one ignores that he is clearly not free. He's yours.

Only yours.

“Love, it's good, it's all good...”

Your mate.

“They just wanted to ask me...”

Your alpha.

“if I had someone.”

An alpha that also smells like other alphas is more successful.

In the end, collectivism and mutual assistance — if an alpha is close to another alpha, then the pack is more likely to survive than if there is only one alpha in the pack. Sometimes it happens that alphas specifically call several alpha-like betas to create the illusion of other alphas.

The principle of mutual support.

“You're mine.”

Yuuta wants to answer something, but doesn't know what, panting and whining, grabbing for you when you kiss him again; whining even more pitifully when you leave a bloody mark on his lips; only to lift head and let you bite his neck, biting the skin until it bleeds under his attempts to be quiet. Maybe you didn't know how to intimidate others, it was something more than you could, but you know what you can do.

Perhaps making sure that your smell becomes his smell will be a fairly short cut if you can't do the same as him.

(maybe this is what Yuuta really wants — but you definitely don't need to know about it, even if he wants you to know about it.)

#.spicy♡#🥮 — jujutsu kaisen #✉.yuuta okkotsu #🧸.omegaverse au #🧸.unhealthy #🧸.yandere au #me when me when me #when #when star #<33333 #so sjsghdghd #THANK YOU FOR FOOD #hhhhhh #alpha yuuta x alpha reader top tier <3333 #dom reader

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damnfandomproblems · 7 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/730037495135387648/4291-fanfic-authors-dont-owe-you-shit-if-you?source=share

Fanfic authors dont owe anyone anything yes

But it does show how poorly educated americans are about modern life in alot of other countries.

Or how unwilling they are to learn. A simple wikipedia search could tell you a lot about a place.

Ive met americans who don't understand Cairo in. Egypt is a very large modern city just like ones in america. Yes alot of Americans are surprised to learn people in africa, the middle east, and south asia arent all living in poorly built wooden shacks except for maybe political leaders. Or they do know but they think about it so little or were taught so little that it never crosses their minds.

And most of what americans see of alot of european countries is medieval themed interesting events from the past. Hell if you ask an random, average, american three things about france they will say three of these things

Eiffle tower

Bagguette

Macaroon

Qui

Guillotine

Mime

"Those hats" on artists

And maybe something specific if it happened to collide with a hobby or interest of theirs

Not all americans obviously but a lot of them ive noticed dont know a lot about other countries outside of controversies, cultural aesthetic, and what they were like hundreds of years ago if they bothered to learn.

And thats pretty sad and also limits alot of creativity and uniqueness that fanworks could be made with.

Its not really about "evil americans dont care about anyone else" and more americans dont or haven't really had to think about modern life anywhere except america or a select few other cities in popular countries. They dont consider towns like you'll find in america in other countries. Many think they all live without air conditioning and dirt floors. Everyone does some kind of farmwork or artisanal work. And im not saying no one live like that and im not saying you cant be happy living like that, but many just have such a disconnect from what modern life is really like for most people in other countries.

It would be nice and healthy for american or native english speaking fandom to start having more interest in learning and including other countries and their people.

Ofc there are alot of reasons why many are turned away from doing this, one of which being they dont want to get anything wrong in this world of "cancel culture" and "anti-process-of-learning attitude" and "cultural appropriation panic" that's prevalent in fandom but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing to do.

Link for anyone who is on mobile.

Posting since this is a response to a previous ask and a previous problem.

#response to previous problem #response to previous ask

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brooklynisher · 1 day

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alright im here to ask about spg (feel free to skip questions if you don't know/already answered them/don't feel like it)

moon pies with Little Birdie, ice cream from Ice Cream Man or a quick snack of petrol with Airheart?

there are other space whales beside Jumbo, but he seems to be the only one who talks. do you think he was born with that ability, got it with his job or do other whales just not have anything to say?

also what's the deal with Coinsley. you know anything about Coinsley? (I've just seen one or two photos of him i think)

and this is a free space to bestow your thoughts of dr Babclock upon us since you've been rotating him in your head for quite some time. it can be canon, fanon, actual cannon. go wild :]

1. Ice Cream Man for sure! I mean, if l had to choose who I wanted to eat with I'd probably pick Little Birdie because I'd love to bond with a bird like that. And Little Birdie probably doesn't talk so I don't have to worry about that. But the fact that Ice Cream Man is literally a superhero because of his ice cream. It probably tastes stupid good. Also, icecream cones are basically the only thing I know for sure I can start eating, and then finish eating. I'm a slow eater y all.

2. I like to think it was like a prophecy or something. Only a few select space whales will be granted god-like abilities in their field. And there are multiple types. Jumbo was selected as a guardian, but there are also like, other ones. I can’t think of any but you get the idea

3. Coinsley is Rex's tax attorney. Apparently, he's the reason why Rex isn't in jail for tax evasion, but the only source for that I've seen is on the wiki sO... He's also very attentive to road apples.

4. HEEOAH BOY So, we've got more attention on Taggart, but I've come to notice that laggart has actually gotten attention before!

Back when cosplaying SPG characters here on Tumblr was more popular. But Victor is still left out!! I don't know why! Is it because we know nothing about him?? Maybe. But he is very smart. How else could he be leading the Cavalcadium right now? As for other things, I have yet to color those sketches I did, but when I do, don't be surprised if you see a lot of purple. For some reason I see Taggart wearing a lot of purple in his outfit. As for Victor, I think it's more brown, but with accents of purple. Why? I don't know. My brain lied to me and said I saw a canon design for Taggart and for some reason, it's telling me he wore purple so 🤷🏽‍♀️

#steam powered giraffe #spg #ask #ramenwithbroccoli #coinsley spg #jumbo the space whale #Ice cream man #lily airheart #little birdie spg #Taggart Babclock #Victor babclock #THANK GODDDD #IT'S FINALLY POSTING

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