#oh everyone is SO ooc but meh
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OMG IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR FAKE PT.2 I LOVED PT 1 SM I LOVE YOU SM EHEHEH
𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ─ when the reader receives hate ! pt 1
includes: reo mikage, michael kaiser, isagi yoichi
warnings: gn!reader, they/them prns in kaiser + isagi, 2k+ wc for reo, 1.6k for kaiser and 1k for isagi, ooc!characters, borderline panic attack in reo's, hate and negative comments, happy endings for all, let me know if i'm missing any warnings, bad wriitng LOL
a/n: ask and u shall receive ! bro why is the cover image so low quality i can't be assed to fix it - ANYWAYS ENJOY ANON !!!
MIKAGE REO:
if there’s one thing reo is used to, it’s the amount of eyes constantly surveying his every move. there is not one aspect of his life that hasn’t been intruded by the amount of aristocratic families wondering how he’s doing. reo’s quite fed up with it himself.
but of course, if there’s one thing dating reo mikage entails, it’s having those same eyes scrutinising your every move even harder- a fact you accepted before he asked you to be his. a fact you were starting to get used to.
despite all the glamourised smiles and ambiguous compliments of your relationship, there will always be some who aren’t afraid to voice their opinions.
which, is how you got stuck talking to some ceo’s daughter at a gala you were attending as reo’s plus one.
“i’m not trying to be mean or anything, just honest,” she says with a particular slice of her hands, flaunting her expensive nails and jewellery. “but i don’t think you’re right for reo, and i know i am not the only one who thinks that! don’t you think it’s time you stop hogging him and y’know, return him to those who really deserve him?”
something disgusting churns within you at the way she talks of your boyfriend, as if he were some goal; a fish in a sea of hungry fishermen. the statement makes you feel violated, you can’t imagine how reo would feel being talked about like this for his entire life.
“and who might that be?” you counter, trying your best to remain calm and not give in to the storm within you.
she flares her nostrils, narrowing her perfectly painted eyes. “look around. take a good glance at the competition.”
“i won’t do that because there is no competition. reo chose me, whether you like it or not,” you firmly place your drink down on the table beside you before pointedly showing her the beautiful promise ring, encrusted with diamonds that reo himself placed on your finger. “besides, if there even was a competition in the first place, i’m afraid you’re all much too late.”
with a final sneer, she turns around with a pointed flick of her healthy, smooth hair before walking away, classy and expensive as ever.
just like everyone around you.
you, on the other hand, find it hard to breathe, and the luxurious fabric of your even more luxurious outfit is clinging to your body. before you even know it, you’re making a run for the exit, slipping past crowds of people and ignoring their looks of curiosity.
no one would bother to look too long anyways.
you should be proud of how you managed to remain level-headed during that interaction, but you can’t help but give in to her manipulative tactics. you did take a good look of the competition and they all looked like millions upon millions of dollars. they have had their life plan sorted from the very moment of their birth, their destiny handed to them of a silver platter, and although you know to look beyond the materialism and gold, it’s hard to ignore it when you’re surrounded by marble walls and crystal chandeliers.
suddenly feeling like an imposter, you just want to hop in a cab and go home.
bolting through expansive halls with decorative arches and doors to match, you’re almost at the parking lot where the chauffeurs awaited, just a flight of stairs await your descent.
it’s not until a hand catches your wrist that you stop.
turning around, you find no comfort in the familiarity of reo’s face which was laced with concern and worry. he’s panting, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin, and his hair was all over his face. was he chasing after you?
“y/n! where are you going?” the purple-haired asks, eyebrows furrowing even more as he notices the distressed state you’re in. he grabs both your hands, manoeuvring you to look him square in the eyes. except, it’s so difficult, you’re looking everywhere but at him. “i was calling your name the entire time, did you not hear me?”
“reo, please, leave me alone,” you request with a shaky voice, trying to get out of his grip with no success.
“i can’t, not when you’re like this,” he protests, “deep breaths, y/n, come back to me.”
a few moments of silence pass by, allowing you to return to your senses as reo holds your hands against his heart, stroking your skin with his thumb. no longer overwhelmed and suffocated by your thoughts, it’s hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, cowering away from his gaze.
“what’s the matter?” he asks gently, pressing a hand against your cheek delicately. it’s warm. you want to melt into him.
“it’s- i, i had a really- you know what, nevermind,” you murmur, shaking your head, turning your back against reo as you pull your hands away from his.
you miss the expression of heartbreak that appears on his pretty face.
your cold actions don’t deter him. instead, it makes him more determined to stay by your side, chasing after you even as you descend down the stairs. since your shoes were a lot more complicated than his, the soccer player catches up to you quickly to guide you by the small of your back as he mirrors your pace.
“i want to go home,” you mutter to him once you’re on the ground, trying your best not to collapse under the gaze of so many, surrounded by butlers and chauffeurs.
he nods with a gentle gaze. “let’s go home then.”
his kindness is not enough to shield you from the scrutiny that bears into you. “no, reo, you should stay, i’ll just catch a taxi home or something.”
he looks at you in pure astonishment, slightly taken back by your weird attitude.
“but i don’t want to. why would i want to stay if you’re not?” asks the purple-haired.
opting to remain silent rather than answer, you try to walk towards the main road of the highway, only to be cut off by reo shoving himself in front of you.
“and why would i let you take a cab home?” your purple-haired lover questions, placing both of his hands on his cheeks so you can finally look him in the eye. “y/n, what’s going on? something happened, didn’t it?”
taking both of his hands away from your face, you take a step away; once again missing the look of astonishment and heartbreak that appears on reo’s face. “nothing happened,” you say stubbornly, rubbing your hands against your arms.
“i don’t want to go home if you’re like this, can we please just talk for a little?” he remains behind you, getting the hint that you don’t want to be provoked or touched in any way, even if it’s killing him. the soccer player’s fingers itch with the need to embrace and trace every part of you that you’ll allow, but, for the sake of your fragile state, he doesn’t.
with a small exhale, you agree. it would be unfair for you to leave reo in the dark, continually brushing off his genuine kindness due to some chick that got in your head.
he leads you towards the gardens nearby which were dimly lit, yet still very beautiful. spring was in full season, so you could only catch glimpses of the beautiful flora that aligned the path, but there was no denying that it was still breathtaking. reo walks beside you, synchronising his footsteps with yours.
eventually, you arrive at a fountain in the middle of the garden. where you take a seat on its marble ledge, reo whispers ‘one second’ to you before running off to the bushes where the red roses were. he returns quickly, jogging back to you with a singular flower in his hands.
“for you, my love,” he declares with a small smile, bowing with an extended hand, expecting you to take his gift.
you readily do, heart warming at his silliness whilst twirling the rose in your fingers. “thank you,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek when he places his hand next to you so he can lean against the fountain for support.
the promise ring you wear on your finger feels heavier than usual, especially when he smiles fondly at you, a lovesick expression on his face that is no doubt mirrored by you.
but looking at him, you can’t help but recall the stinging reality that he lived in a world of glamour, decadence, and allure; only doubled by the fame that came with his life as a pro-soccer player. you love reo with your whole being, really, sometimes you fear that your feelings might be a little too much, but loving him with a materialistic barrier in between is difficult.
the idea of letting him go than stealing him away from the world of mystique feels suddenly a lot kinder.
“reo,” you begin after a few minutes of simply being in each other’s presence. he looks at you with widened eyes and raised eyebrows, directing 100% of his attention towards you. with a deep inhale, you continue.
“do you ever think that… we’re not, meant to be?”
the silence is deafening.
“what do you mean?” he asks with a small stutter of disbelief, “of course we’re meant to be! you’re the one for me- you’re my soulmate!”
usually, when reo says that, it makes your insides gush and flutter, but now it riddles you with guilt and scepticism. “how can you be so sure?”
“y/n,” he sounds so very desperate. reo’s eyes have always been the window to his soul and seeing the way they shine with tears, your chest clenches with an unpleasant feeling. “why are you doubting my love for you?”
his hand goes to your ring finger, playing with the jewellery that you suddenly feel like you don’t deserve.
“you agreed, remember? you agreed to letting me love you forever and loving me in return. i put this ring on you because it’s always going to be you, no matter what circumstance, i’ll always choose you.”
“but is choosing me the right decision?”
“yes, a thousand times yes, there will never be. anyone. but. you.” reo increases the amount of emphasis he puts into each word, now changing his position so that he stood in front of you, caging you with his build. “can you tell me what happened, beautiful? because something clearly did and soured my gorgeous y/n’s mood.”
the sudden onslaught of compliments, mixed with how close reo was, broke down your resolve easily, crumbling at his feet as you gave in to his gentle demands.
“i met an unpleasant someone who told me i should give you up for people who deserve you more,” you whisper, throwing your arms around his neck, a gesture of equal affection and possessiveness.
he hums, seemingly calm but you know better. the furrow of his eyebrows was one of scrutiny and distaste. you’re glad he’s trying to remain subtle, you’ve had enough of emotional responses for one night.
“and who might this unpleasant someone be?”
“i have no idea. she gave me a name but it went in one ear then out the other.”
pressing his face into the junction where your neck and shoulder meet, the soccer player revels at this chance to be close to you.
“it was probably important though,” you reiterate, “and, well, might be able to benefit you a lot better than i ever can.”
he scoffs into your skin, causing you to shiver. “no one’s name is as important as mine, my love, and no one can boost it more than what it’s already worth. if anything, those who have me gets the boost, i’m already the best.”
his (rightfully deserved) cockiness makes you smile ever so slightly as you punch his shoulder. “are you implying i’m a gold digger?”
“well, you didn’t choose me, did you?” asks reo with a raise of his eyebrow. “i begged you to go on a date with me and you only agreed the fourth time i asked.”
the recollection makes a giggle slip past your lips- a sound reo dearly missed as he admires your beauty in the dim lighting of the gardens. he places a fleeting kiss on your neck before looking up at you.
“of course, everyone else won’t know that and assume,” you point out before leaning in towards his lips, unable to resist him much longer.
“who cares?” he mutters against you before melting against you in a gentle kiss filled with love, reassurance, and promises. “they’re all irrelevant anyways, just a bunch of talkers with nothing to back up their words.”
“then what am i?”
“you’re my future. you’re the one that actually cares about me, more than my money or my soccer skills. remember the first day we met and you told me to get out of the way? back in college?”
“well you were blocking my path. i was running late to my class as well.”
reo chuckles, pulling away from you so there was a little distance between your faces. “never thought i’d want someone so bad just because they didn’t know who i was.”
“then show me,” you say with a little challenge in your tone. “screw the gala, take me home, reo.”
“thought you’d never ask.”
MICHAEL KAISER:
“kaiser gets it in! a miracle shot, just what you’d expect from bastard münchen’s genius striker!” the announcer exclaims as the crowd shoots up in excitement, roaring and buzzing with excitement as the members of germany’s football team all swarm around the blond, cheering and celebrating.
kaiser participates in the hype, fist bumping his teammates before running back to position, but not without sparing a look at the screen that was displaying the match. no one misses the kiss he blows in the direction of the camera and although the stadium is filled with squeals (from boys, girls, grown ups and children alike), you know something they don’t.
right before the match, kaiser made you promise that each goal of his equated to ten kisses, a deal that you readily accepted and bumped up to twenty as a way of motivating him to take the game home.
that kiss he blew was just a way of solidifying that he was thinking of you and the wink he sent straight after was just making sure you’d keep your promise.
you can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world with him.
as the match progresses, you can tell it’s going to be an easy victory, with all favours towards your lover’s team - kaiser earning another two himself.
it’s almost scary just how effortlessly he dominates, settling the score at 3-1 for bastard münchen, once again making feats you thought were difficult look effortless. as the whistle blew announcing the end of the game, roars fill the stadium once again and you too, jump up with the crowd to cheer as loudly as you can.
repping his jersey with his name on the back, it just feels too good, especially when you bask in the afterglow of a well deserved victory.
you don’t miss the amount of glances kaiser sends your way, antsy to be able to reach you and spend some time with you because he’d rather have you congratulate him than a bunch of old, white men that just want to sponsor him. they can get in line because you’re his top priority.
you hope he sees you and the heart you make with your arms over your head just for him.
dawdling out of the stadium always takes forever because of the amount of people that always come to see his game so when over half the people have cleared out, you make your way down to the front row, where your soccer genius boyfriend was waiting for you.
“you were incredible, my love,” you say as a greeting, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, one that he readily returns. you don’t really care that he was sweaty, too overwhelmed by how proud of him you were.
not that your opinions really mattered in the grand scheme of things, but kaiser considered it a great lucky charm, one he holds highly.
“as always,” he mutters, pressing a kiss against your cheek. you giggle at the sensation, smiling widely as he continues. “tell me more about how amazing i was.”
rolling your eyes at his arrogance, you decide to indulge him, just a little. “the best out there, greatest soccer player of all time, and you looked so handsome too, my main character,” you pinch his cheek. “done?”
“not at all,” keens kaiser, smiling at you like a cat.
“get your stuff first and then when we’re home, i’m all yours.”
“i’m holding you to your promise, pretty, that’s sixty kisses from you.”
with a final kiss on the forehead as farewell, you bid him goodbye and watch as he runs off to get changed, joining ness who was waiting for him by the exit. the magenta-haired soccer player waves at you from halfway across the field, a gesture you readily return before turning around to go outside.
passing by the security guards who give you a little nod of acknowledgement, you’re relieved to see that the audience that gathered tonight had gone off into their cars, ready to go home for the night.
you’re about to go around to where the players exit so kaiser wouldn’t swarmed by a flurry of fans and reporters, until you’re stopped by a hand on the shoulder. the grip wasn’t strong, but demanding enough for you to turn around and greet whoever wanted to talk to you.
it was a pair of teenage girls. they were well-dressed and pampered, but the look they were giving you was less than friendly. somehow, you already knew where this conversation was going.
“can i help you?” you ask, flashing them a smile.
one of them eyes you up and down, judgement very clear in her eyes. you cringe a little. “are you kaiser’s partner?” she asks.
you nod in affirmation. you hate the sleazy feeling developing in your gut, expanding due to the scrutiny of their gazes. one of the girls nudge the other one in an ‘i told you so’ manner, which is returned with a smirk that is mischievous in kind.
“do you need something from me?” you question, finally letting your astoundment show on your face. really, you just wanted to walk away from this conversation and find kaiser so you could go home.
“yeah, we’re just wondering why, y’know, that he’d choose you.”
“excuse me?”
“like don’t get us wrong, you’re pretty and all, but we just think that you’re kinda bland for him,” one of them states as the other hums in agreement.
the audacity. you furrow your eyebrows and stand your ground.
“okay, cool. what do you suggest i do then since you seem to be experts in my relationship.”
“break up with him, duh?”
“and let one of you date him instead?” you scoff. “fat chance.”
“just give him up, okay? we could love kaiser more than you probably ever could, clout chaser.”
“gold digger!”
now amused more than frustrated, you bite back the laugh that bubbles in your chest. it was entertaining seeing some sixteen year old girls try to tell you that you and your boyfriend (of two years) shouldn’t be together.
being kaiser’s partner had its downsides sometimes, and it was mostly just the hate you receive for ‘stealing’ him off the market, especially since he was so young, some fans didn’t appreciate that he wasn’t an eligible bachelor. but, you’re used to it. so long as you get to watch him in the spotlight, you don’t really mind the darkness.
you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “right… are we done here? because this ‘gold digger’ wants to see their partner and congratulate him.”
“what part aren’t you understanding?” one of them asks before the other one completes the sentence. “you and kaiser just don’t look good together!”
before you could answer, a heavy arm drapes itself over your shoulders. “aww, why not?” a familiar voice asks. the two girls in front of you freeze, panic evident on their faces. “what disturbances held you up from seeing me?”
then you see and hear an overload of flashes and camera clicks. kaiser must’ve caught the paparazzi on his way out and you suddenly remember that you left him waiting, feeling slightly guilty when you turn your head to meet his gaze. you wrap your arms around his torso, happier than ever to feel his warmth against your own.
“what happened here?” kaiser asks, a question directed at you and you only.
“they were just telling me that they didn’t like that i was a main role in your theatre,” you say, earning an eyebrow raise from your genius boyfriend. “how should we fix that?”
he hums for a moment, meeting the widened eyes of his fans.
“kick them out,” he simply declares before turning around with you still in his arms. you two pass by paparazzi, paying them little mind except from the small smiles you send their way.
once you’re in a clearer, quieter area, your boyfriend turns to you and embraces you properly, a gesture you return eagerly as he breathes you in.
“what a way to sour such a good victory,” murmurs kaiser, voice muffled by his jersey that you were wearing. “can’t believe i had to play your knight in shining armour instead of the king that i am.”
you pinch his neck which causes him to flinch with a little shriek. always leave it to you to dumb down his narcissism.
“i was handling it myself pretty well, y’know,” you sigh, “being the michael kaiser’s partner, i’ve grown immune to the hate i receive.”
kaiser frowns, “i didn’t think it happened often,” he whispers. “i’m sorry. how many times have you had to defend yourself without me knowing?”
“it hardly matters-”
“-but it does. i don’t like when people slander you, less when it’s for no reason other than because you’re with me. you should be marvelled at and admired, just like the masterpiece you are.”
his words cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach, a feeling you mask with a playful eye roll.
“yes but,” you counter, reaching to cup his cheek, “being with you makes up for it.”
he smirks, contrasting the downhearted expression he wore moments earlier. kaiser’s skill of immediately recovering from whatever kicks him down truly is something to behold and at times, envy. “of course it does,” he boasts, dramatically flipping one of his bangs.
“besides, i’m willing to fight back if it means i get to be with you.”
before he can argue back, you grab his arm and pull him towards the entrance.
“now come on, let’s talk about it another day. i believe i owe you sixty kisses.”
“make it one hundred now for leaving me waiting for so long.”
“if you get too greedy i’ll leave you on the sidewalk.”
“you’d do that to your king? how dare you!”
ISAGI YOICHI:
“what does your mum like?” you ask a clueless isagi who simply stares at the range of perfumes that the department store had displayed.
“i have no idea,” he mutters. “i never really paid attention to what smells she used.”
“fragrances, yoichi, not smells.”
“oh. right,” the star soccer player rubs his neck awkwardly, smiling sheepishly at you after correcting his small mistake.
he was so adorable, you wanted to pinch his cheeks.
this was the first time that isagi was buying a gift for his mother with his own money, and the first person he turned to for help was his partner: you, explaining that this had to be the best gift she’s ever received. for how much she’s done for him, and how much she’s supported his soccer career, isagi doesn’t know if he can repay it through money, but gifts are hard to deny regardless.
readily agreeing to help, you have memories of isagi’s mother welcoming you into the family with warm arms. she would tell you how beautiful you are, how excited she was to meet you, and that her son better treat you well otherwise you could always turn to her for help; a statement that made the star striker gulp.
“i mean, you could never go wrong with a few classics like carolina herrera, dior, or chanel?” you suggest, walking over to the section filled with perfumes contained in shelves, their respective brands displayed on top. isagi follows you like a lost puppy, clinging close to your side by holding your hand, squeezing it ever so often.
everything you’re saying is going in one ear and through the other, and isagi lets it show on his face.
“don’t worry yoichi, any perfume you pick tends to be a good gift regardless, besides, we have the whole day to figure out what your mum likes,” you reason logically, just in case it might provide him with some relief in the midst of expensive, designer fragrances.
“right,” he huffs, reaching out to read the labels of some bottles.
after a long hunt of going through the shelves, he eventually settles on a fragrance from maison francis (with a pricetag that made you gawk yet isagi was very calm about, agreeing without even thinking about it), but since the packaged version was locked in a glass cabinet, you opted to call a store attendant.
“that’s a great idea, babe, need me to go with you?” he asks, readjusting the strap of his beat-up bag, the one he’s had since high school. funny how some things don’t change for isagi, you love that about him.
you shake your head in response, telling him to ‘wait here’ before strolling off.
however, during this brief time of being without you, isagi was approached by a trio who looked like they were a family, the eldest holding a phone between his hand.
“isagi yoichi?” he asks timidly, fiddling with the phone.
the soccer player flashes a friendly smile, hoping to reduce any of the anxiety they might feel from approaching him. he was just an average, friendly guy after all. “that’s me, need anything?”
“can we take a picture?” the middle daughter asks, pressing her hands together in a pleading motion.
“of course! come on.”
the set of siblings smile eagerly before ambling to isagi’s side, who squats down so he could fit in frame. after a ‘3, 2, 1’ countdown, the photo is taken and just as the dark-haired athlete was about to stand up, a store attendant approaches.
“would you like me to take the picture?” they ask politely, gesturing to the phone.
simultaneously, everyone agrees and soon enough, the photo is taken and done, allowing isagi to high-five them before waving them off, the three of them thanking him profusely for his time.
the store attendant lingers, turning to face him with wide eyes of admiration. “wow, i didn’t think i’d ever get to meet you!” they exclaim. “i watched your match against the under-20 team like so long ago! you were amazing!”
“oh, yeah,” isagi chuckles, flustered at all this recognition, even though he’s been getting more and more of it lately, “thank you for your support.”
although he inwardly cringes at the line that he’s reused over and over again, the store helper thinks nothing of it, beaming back at him. “you’re super cute too, do you think i could get your number?”
isagi lets his shock show on his face before blurting out: “no, i have a partner already.”
the attendant’s face drops into a look of disappointment and the striker wants to run off to find you. you never should have left him alone.
“what a shame. the person that you were just with right?” isagi nods. “don’t know what you think is so special about them, i personally think you’re too good for them and should find someone better, but, it’s not up to me.”
isagi feels his vision zero in, growing red with each word. him? too good for you? what irony.
“excuse me?” he vocalised lowly- practically a growl as he eyes the employee down. “i’m giving you three seconds to get out of my sight before i-.”
he’s too preoccupied with the fury he feels to notice the way the attendant squeaks, eyes laced with fear, before scurrying off mid-sentence, fully intimidated by the striker. isagi sighs, slumping his shoulders. he’s never used that tone to anyone outside of soccer in an attempt of pre-game slander and now he just misses you.
where did you run off to?
right on queue, you materialise beside him, huffing with a pout on your face. “i couldn’t find any store attendants, that’s so weird! where’d they go?”
deciding against telling you that he just scared one away for trashing you, he simply leans his body weight on you, sighing when you embrace him tightly so he wouldn’t knock the both of you over.
“whoa, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” you ask, unable to hide the smile on your face from his sudden acts of affection. “everything okay, love?”
“i want to go home,” he whispers against your shoulder. “spend some time with you.”
“what about the gift?”
“i’ll order it online. it can arrive in time.”
relenting, you pluck him off you with great effort. “if you’re sure then, okay, let’s go home.”
“we can get takeout from your favourite on the way home.”
“what’s the occasion?”
“thought i needed to show you how much i appreciate you.”
#oh everyone is SO ooc but meh#blue lock#blue lock x reader#blue lock drabble#isagi yoichi x reader#isagi x reader#kaiser x reader#isagi fluff#yoichi isagi x reader#michael kaiser x reader#kaiser michael x reader#reo x reader#reo mikage x reader#mikage reo x reader#reo drabble#reo fluff#kaiser fluff#kaiser drabble#isagi drabble
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(Am I controversial that I HC Alastor's voice to still be his pilot voice?
I'm sorry, like, the guy voicing him tried his best but his pilot voice literally popped right out of the mid 1930's.)
#｡･:*:･ﾟ♬ how i became the sea ; ooc#oh my gosh his singing voice too#everyone in the series did so great except Alastor's choice was...meh...
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When the fuck did tumblr get rid of JavaScript? Ya’ll making my come back difficult.
#ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵃʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ( OOC )#oh shit its been a while#couldn't remember how to do half this stuff#but fucking#the ONE time I'm feeling super productive and want to finish off my multi-muse tumblr gives me the middle finger#like how dare#supposedly if I message them and as for special permission they'll let me keep using it?#I think I read that somewhere#meh#we'll find out if several months of work goes down the drain#but hi#I'm back#Work slowed down a lot and now my manger just kinda went 'lol do w/e you want'#so now I can rp at work lmao#less of slowed down more of I worked too hard and got everyone else's shit together but shhhh#I'm only a little salty
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"Don't interfere with Gojo's fight, you'll only be a burden" 🤡 anyways I think we all agree this was a terrible fight with a terribly executed ending. It feels like bad writing, with Gege unsealing Gojo and not knowing what to do with him having a bunch of characters waiting to progress and be developed. Just unnecessary, like what did the fight accomplish? Gojo straight up forgetting about Megumi and being like "oh nvm, i was never gonna win anywyay" just feels OOC.
One of the most anticipated fights in the whole manga and it was kinda trash. I hope the plot moves along now. Like you said, I want to see the students fighting Sukuna and Kenjaku, also give me the parent Kenjaku reveal moment with Yuji, Gege, and some KenJin flashbacks. Perhaps add in a little "Jin is actually alive". As compensation.
Also waiting on that Sukuna/Yuji fight. Please Gege let that one be good.
I don't know if it's because Gege lost passion for the story, but there would've been dozens of better options on how to do the fight besides "students sit on their ass and watch the live stream of their teacher's death". F in chat, guys! No, don't interfere, that would be too interesting and feel way too natural.
I really don't want to be this harsh, but everything since Gojo's unsealing has just been very questionable writing decisions. I like the Culling Game actually, I enjoyed it more than Shibuya, even when we were focusing on characters I didn't care as much about. It didn't have the constant threat of death I expected, but it was still good and I especially liked all the new lore and character exploration. Execution of Yuki's death was meh and there could've been done more with the fight, but it still moved me. Tsumiki turning out to be a piece of cardboard was my first real disappointment, but I could've looked past that if her and Yorozu's death would've been executed better. And after that it was just kinda...bad.
Angel agrees to unseal Gojo without explanation despite refusing to do that earlier. Backdoor has no drawbacks, Gojo is just out now. He's kinda weird post-Prison Realm and definitely different from before with changed priorities, but we don't get anything concrete about him or his time in containment that would give more depth to this. He just feels kinda detached. And then one month timeskip. I still remember when people said we would get flashbacks during the fight to explain what the characters were up to. But nope, nothing. Who knows if the main characters have an actual plan, Gojo definitely doesn't seem prepared. We get vague hints at Gojo using his time in the Prison Realm to adjust his domain, but we don't hear his perspective on that (would've been too interesting), we are just told about how he must feel by other characters. It's such basic things that could have made this fight more engaging and moving, but we barely get anything. On top of that it is stretched over 14 chapters and 4 months for no reason. Just make it hit harder from the beginning and shorten it that way. Kenjaku and Yuki were powerhouses and they didn't need this much time. Also the constant Gojover teasers got old very fast.
However, Gojo did manage to strip Sukuna off his domain and Mahoraga, so that will make things a little bit easier for the others. Sukuna can't just vaporize everyone with Malevolent Shrine anymore.
With the Kenjaku vs Gojo fight not happening, I am more confident though that we will get more focus on Kenjaku & Yuuji and explore their relationship and past. Feels like there will be more time dedicated to them, although that also depends on how Yuuji vs Sukuna goes. I am very excited for what's to come either way.
#sorry for the rant#Gege danced around Gojo's death for 4 months because they had no idea how to pull it off it's so silly#jjk spoilers#jjk leaks#jjk 236#asks
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grimmichigrimmichigrimmichi >:3333 (pairing meme)
heheh okay- so shiP IT ofc 😂 .. but here's the answers;
What made you ship it?
so... I have a very specific list of qualities I look for when it comes to my favorite male characters. And Grimmjow fit them all 😂💕
When I first watched Bleach the only thing I shipped was IchiRuki, bc naturally that was the only way to go for me tbh, but then Grimm appeared and I was obsessed. When it comes to otps for me, first I find a fave character, then I consider the possible pairings. Not any other way. And with Grimmjow... well the only option for me was Ichigo tbh.
Not to discredit any other Grimmjow ships, I've done a few of them myself, but with how passionately these two throw themselves at each other I truly couldn't look any other way. Lol
So tldr; Grimmjow's got slut potential and I dig that, and they're too into each other for me not to see "gay" plastered all over them 💫
2. What are your favorite things about the ship?
Hmmm 🤔maybe how inherently feral it is, canon-wise. Also how harmonious their overall designs are together, there's nothing nicer than a pair that looks good together, at least as an artist. Also how easy they are (for me at least) to write/draw; I have a hard time focusing on one thing for long enough to get good at things (hence the many AUs lol!) so for me to have a ship I draw constantly for more than four years now... is truly astounding lmao. They helped me grow soooo much so they hold a dear dear place in my heart just bc of that alone.
And because of that last one: how easy it is to apply AUs to themmmm ;w;<33333 I can legit think of anything and make an AU out of it and not struggle too much to find the perfect place for them in it.
And also,, sort of fave sort of least fave- that it's not an overly popular ship in general (ik it's popular in the Bleach fandom itself, but rather; not popular like a ship from BNHA or JJK). Why; bc I get to have my quiet space where I draw all the ideas I want and yet have had verY few people throw insults at me for some of my darker stuff 😂 Bigger fandoms I've interacted with (as a viewer mostly) have had issues popping up left and right, people getting upset over dumb shit and letting that grow to huge proportions, "antis" everywhere... yeahhhh no thanks 😖
but also-- it gets verY quiet at times specially for someone who's so picky. Like, if I could find a fandom space like the exclusive bottom Bakugo enthusiasts I followed on twt (and even bought a whole zine about) but for GriMMJOW??? WOOF😭💕 so yeah,,, love-hate situation on this last bit lmaooo
3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
A few 😂😭 everyone who's followed my art for a certain amount of time can probs tell how the 'tism really affects how I enjoy ships lmaoooo I have to enjoy them a very specific certain way so... that means I don't partake at all on a good few of the popular tropes for the ship. Some I can think of rn; damsel-in-distress!Ichigo, overly hurtful!Grimm (although this one is more old fandom I think 🤔? I remember, in a lot of fics back then, Grimmjow was portrayed a lot as this violent rapist adgdfddfdff not for me lmaoo), ofc top!Grimm, Grimmjow acting all macho relationship wise, and too much angst (I think this ship (and Ichigo in general lets be honest) can call for a lot of angst in fic so I totally get it- but ...meh, if it's not romaticized/sexualized angst, idc for it adgdfgf I don't like it when they actually suffer 😭)
OOH OH! ALSO --- making them OOC in AUs CAN be great actually (to me at least). I know a lot of people (not just here, but in any ship/fandom/etc) don't love OOC characterizations of their fave characters/ships (hence why it's a tag we use tbh) but I personally love that at times??? I won't do it all the time and all over the place... but AUs where there's space to make Grimm less violent? or Ichigo less friendly/loving??? While still within their canon character potentials--- hecC yes. >:)ccc
Also ofc; that I wish it was still common to tag ships as top-bottom like it is with HoEn/EnHo (bnha), VK/KV /trigun, KRBK/BKKR (bnha) etc or at least tag it some other way along the ship.... it would be sO much easier to filter out stuff i don't want to see instead of having to mute/block a whole person I would still love to see stuff from.
BuT I am aware most have no preference whatsoever lmaO so... yeah nothing I can do there except not follow people pfFFF 😂😭 (and wait until I find peeps with similar tastes aasdfs)
#ask meme#Ichigrimm#grimmichi#一グリ#bleach#ship ask#ikik I'm a bit crazy it's okayyy i'm aware#pffff#I also have baD anxiety so I enjoy things like a trembling chihuahua afraid-yet-excited about it's own toys pfFF#if the flavor changes I stop eating is what I'm sayinnnggg adsfsdasfsf#*sniff tests everything*#answered
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Brother's react to Diamon
(Mammon x Diavolo)
(MC mentioned)
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Lucifer
Pardon? What is this?
Oh fanficion
Did Levi write this? No? Oh ok.
He find it disgusting and protective brother mode is activated- Don't ship his brother with his boss
Totally not because he likes Diavolo
He tries to forget but it's kinda hard when Asmo is running around trying to get Lord Diavolo and Mammon to fall in love and Mammon screaming about not liking him that way
He thinks it's a crack ship
They have no chemistry and when the romance is written it sounds so fake- (not salty)
He doesn't care for fanfiction
He believes that fanficion isn't true literature
If he wants to read romance he'll read a real book and not this nonsensical diamon
Not a shipper nor would he support it if became reality
MC would never ship this.....
Mammon
Only learned about it from Satan and he was like;
H-h-HUH!?!
HIM AND THE PRINCE?!
Yeah no he's not vibing
He likes MC and doesn't care if MC doesn't exist in that fanficion
He will find a way for MC to exist
He actually gets really awkward around Diavolo when alone
Is it just him or is Asmo always locking them in a room together? Asmo. Asmo!
Doesn't like how Asmo is trying to be the pink baby with the arrow
Asmo trips him and makes him fall on to THE PRINCE! DON'T DO THAT!! ASMOOO!
NOT THAT HE THINKS HE'LL FALL FOR THAT PRINCE PFFT-
He just can't see it happening- he likes MC and Diavolo likes Lucifer
Never read a fanficion by himself (only the first one Satan showed him) because he was traumatized
A note from Mammon:
"Stop writin' that stuff! Ya make meh so OOC because it's outa char'eter for me to like anyone but MC!!'"
Doesn't find it the best at all
He has nightmares about it
Levi
LOLOLOLOLOLOL
MAMMON, THE SCUMBAG AND DIAVOLO THE PRINCE?!?
LMAOOOOOO
What kind of crappy trope is this!? LOLOL
He find it hilariously bad
First off- there is no way in hell that Diavolo could love Mammon who could
Second when have Mammon and Diavolo ever have a conversation one on one?
Third- Isn't Diavolo in love with Lucifer all ready?!? LOLOLOL
If anything it would just be a one sided crush on Mammon's half
He thinks the shippers are stupid and delusional
Like whaaaatttt???? Who thought of this ship? This could never happen!
After reading some fanfiction he thinks still has the same thoughts,
He's a Dialuci shipper because CANON EVIDENCE shows that the prince is in love with Lucifer
Now to go back to writing Dialuci fanficion
"LOLOLOLOLOL"
Satan
More angst
He wants more angst but not on the couple themselves.. but on Lucifer
He wants Lucifer to be in love with Diavolo but it being one-sided because lord Diavolo is in love with his little brother
He wants Lucifer to cry over it and one night having drunk a lot of demonous
So he can have a break down in front of everyone because he was still deeply in love with Diavolo
Because it would be so funny to have that happen
Just imagine himself there with his phone out while Lucifer cried about it
Just thinking about it makes him makes him so ugh!
He does (if he is going to use levi/online terms) ship it but only because of the angst it would bring Lucifer
He also finds it pretty interesting- there is no way it could happen in real life but it's good on paper
He feels like the writers lessen Mammon's tsundere demeator but you gotta do what you gotta do
He showed Mammon a fanfic and laughed when he saw the disgusted and traumatized look on his face
He just goes back to reading other books and eventually forgets about it and thinks about his next scheme against Lucifer
Asmo
The best thing made in creation (other than himself)
It was a fic he was recommend by a fan of his while he was live on devilgram
He thought it was a crack fic and laughed once it took itself so seriously
He does question why someone would make a fic of Mammon when they could be using their time wisely writing about him instead
But he did read it and fell in love ironically
Yass Diamon slayyy
He'd ask Mammon if he could make it real for him and his fans but was disappointed once Mammon denied
He'd then go to the Prince himself and read Diamon fics with him
Again asking Diavolo the same but was again disappointed once he denied
Tries to play cupid by puttting alone in a room or tripping Mammon so he falls into Diavolo's arms
He's thinking it's working!!
Or Mammon's just angry and annoyed
Oh well
Amazing- he ships it (but you better write more about him even if it means writing him with Diavolo- HE WANTS BE WRITTEN MORE)
Beel
Why are people writing about Mammon being in love with the Prince?
Why are people in general writing about them?
Is it because people like them?
...!
Oh he just remembered that humans in the human world write fanfiction about real people all the time... such as Donald Trump x Joe Biden who were presidents of the United States or how people write about how it would be like to date Harry Styles who is a singer or having fights/break up with BTS members (he has no idea who these people are but humans seem to like writing these kinda stuff)
He only knows this information because one day Levi fell down a 'crack rabbit hole' where he read crappy fanficion that humans make on 'tumblr' and 'Wattpad' (whatever those are) of real people and Levi would share what he read to them- it would earn a laugh from everyone (Lucifer included)
Is that what these writers are doing with them?
Oh sorry he got off topic
He doesn't care much because it's fiction- it's cute he guesses
If it were real tho he'd support Mammon with whoever he was with whether it be MC, Diavolo or anyone
He'd feel bad for Lucifer tho
Belphie
He doesn't care about the ship at all!
Stop bugging him about this kinda shit
He read one fic about it and had a little laugh about it
The ship can't happen in real life but if it were to happen he'd support mainly he's to lazy to go against it.
Confused on why people ship it tho
Is it because there are two stupid childish men?
Meh he doesn't care what ever the reason is
He just wants sleep leave him alone
He can't sleep because he hears Asmo trying to play match maker....
....
...
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He hates the ship now
It rid him of sleep
It's war now
No mercy to diamon
no mercy
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This is crack! And fyi I appreciate Diamon! also not proofread!
This is a first post moment for the obey me fandom and I had it mention Donald Trump and Joe Biden.... what am I doing with my life
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me diavolo#obey me levi#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me belphie#obey me beel#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon x diavolo#obey me diavolo x mammon#mammon x diavolo#diavolo x mammon#diamon#obey me diamon#obey me dialuci#obey me headcanons#brother reaction#obey me brothers#obey me shitpost#headcanons
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Welcome to Wigglytuff's Guild!
There are three important rules here...
ONE! Don't shirk work!
TWO! Run away and pay!
THREE! Smiles go for miles!
Follow these, and we'll all have a great time! ♪
I'm Chatot! I'm the Pokémon in the know around these parts! If you have any questions about our guild, or requests for help, we're happy to help out! ♪ We have quite a few members in this guild... why don't you all say hello?
I guess I'll go first... I'm Bidoof, yup yup! I'm the youngest apprentice here, since my two juniors graduated! And I'm also the one who found this strange tablet... by golly, that surprised me! I take on a lot of basic jobs here, so you'll see me wandering around the guild and Treasure Town a lot!
Oh my gosh, am I next?! Hi!!! I'm Sunflora! I'm the oldest apprentice here, and lately I've been working on... becoming a traveling healer! Yippee! Don't think I'm not a super-tough adventurer too, though!
Then it's MY TURN! I'm Loudred! I'm the one who makes Guild ANNOUNCEMENTS and handles SENTRY DUTY! If there's something SUPER IMPORTANT to say, you're gonna hear it from ME, okay? Diglett isn't much for words, after all!
Hey hey, I'm Corphish! I'm just a pretty normal guy, hey hey... But I take on a lot of the guild's water rescue jobs! I love the ocean more than anybody else here!
I'm Chimecho. I do the cooking for the group, and I'm also something of... the brains. I help all of our Guild members gather up their friends from other areas with my Friendship Bell! It's a pretty logistics-heavy role, but I enjoy it!
I'm Croagunk. What do I do at my cauldron...? Meh-heh-heh. ...Nah, it's nothing intimidating. I run the Croagunk Swap Shop. You can get some pretty good items from it. Worth a visit, even if you're not Guild material... meh-heh-heh.
And last, but most obviously not least... ♪
Hi! I'm Wigglytuff! I'm the guild's Guildmaster! I plan out big, fun expeditions for everyone, and I love Perfect Apples! ♪ If you need anything, I'm happy to help out! Let's be friends ♪
Ahem. That all being said! We plan to investigate the mysteries behind this strange tablet here to better understand our world! ♪ It would also be nice to spread the word of Wigglytuff's Guild, so we will also share stories and serve as a hub for special requests. ♪ Thank you for reading! ♪
General unreality warning for this blog, given it's Pokéblogging.
Hello, it's Ace (adult, she/him pronouns) back again with another blog! Any follows and likes related to this blog will come from @aceoflilies.
This blog is multi-muse, will generally stick to PMD canon with a few headcanons to fill in gaps (as you can see in some character's descriptions!), and should, generally speaking, be low-stakes. That being said, interaction is absolutely welcome! Send them asks, reblog their posts, even DM me if you'd like to set up some sort of plot.
(Side note: Please don't send in any NSFW asks to this blog. They're Pokémon.)
Each post will be tagged with the guild member who's writing it (e.g. #Sunflora posting). Asks will be tagged #ask the guild, and any spoilers for PMD: Explorers (Past The Mystery of Fogbound Lake) will be tagged #explorers spoilers . There may be special guests who come in at some points, who would also be tagged (say, #team tasty posting). Any OOC posts will be tagged //ooc post, //ooc ask, or //ooc rb (or //ooc reblog). OOC comments are denotated with //.
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blorbo Haruka, Muu, Mahiru, Naomi, Asahi and Reina! :D
thank you for sending them aurora <3
(putting them under the cut bc lots of text)
"haruka is so cute!!" "haruka is so silly!!" NO!!! NO PEOPLE ARE WRONG ABOUT HIM!!! i could talk for hours about how people infantilize milgram men but i don't want to get eaten alive. i like haruka in a way that's different from how most people like him bc i actually WANT HIM TO GET WORSE. i want him to GO INSANE. go CRAZY even. he's been portrayed (by the fandom) as a cute little baby for too long and i say that as someone who (just like 99.9% of the fandom) finds him relatable that is wrong and also. so so messed up considering that the guy is obviously not the most mentally stable prisoner. like hey guys.. why are we going "I NEED TO ADOPT HIM" at a guy who sees a 16 y/o girl as his mother.. just a thought.. anyway can't wait for his t3 mv <3 im not really a huge fan of his songs bc they sound too similar to me and they're just kinda. meh like i prefer his covers but i really hope his guilty verdict song will be something different.
muu actually was one of my least faves when i first got into milgram for personal reasons, but as i got to learn more about her. okay this is me actually (except i've never bullied anyone and i tend to blame myself for literally everything that happens in the world). again i love her in a way similar to haruka, like i don't want her to get better, i hope she gets worse actually. WANTING TO SEE YOUR FAVES HAPPY IS OVERRATED I NEED TO SEE HER BITE EVERYONE I NEED TO SEE HER COVERED IN BLOOD I NEED TO SEE HER BURN THE PRISON DOWN OR SOMETHING!!!
MAPPI!!!!! ONE OF THE FEW MILGRAM PRISONERS THAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO GET BETTER!!! yes she is so so cute and so so squishy but i also really do think that she's such a deep and well-written character, like her having a very sheltered background, her not really knowing how real relationships work and focusing more on the ones from literature, movies and other media, giving so much love to her bf that she literally ended up killing him, but it still doesn't seem like she wants to change her ways.. OH MAHIRU SHIINA!!!! i wish people could talk more about those parts of her character rather than her simply being cute.. but anyway yeah she's inno to me <3 (even though one specific theory really scares me and i don't think it will be confirmed and i hope it doesn't bc if it does that will mean that mahiru literally did something that i've personally had to deal with and what i am so so scared of BUT STILL. SHE'S INNO TO ME!!!)
oh asahi yano.. the most evil 12 year old ever.. /j it's actually amane according to the fandom (her innocent vote should've been higher.) also oh god he's going to be 13 this year i'm going to cry. asahi is honestly one of my fav characters to write! he's really fun bc i can literally just make him say whatever and it won't be ooc. like yes he absolutely can say the most offensive stuff without thinking (or with a lot of thinking) but he also can be so sweet and not even realize it!! like he actually loves miki so so much and his relationship with kei in t3 will be really cute i think.. i wonder if it really is possible for him to have a future that's happy and bright.. or any future really..
naomi chiba you are so so weird and so so dangerous and so so evil but i love you so much. there is literally no hope for her. no one can fix her. it's like. if shun's problem is that he just really needs someone to love him in a healthy way and help him slowly recover or at least learn to cope with his mental issues, then how do we solve naomi's problem? just make all children disappear or what? MAYBE she would get better with REALLY intense therapy and learning to heal her inner child, but i just. can't see her agreeing to smth like that. at least maybe she'll go down in a cool and also terrifying way.. i love her as a character but i think she's terrible as a person and that she will only continue to get worse no matter what the guards choose.
reina.. my silliest daughter.. my saddest clown.. i love reina, maybe i don't find her as fun as some of my other characters (though i honestly don't have any faves), but her character also feels very refreshing bc it's like. FINALLY someone who is somewhat sane. it also feels nice to write a character who actually tries to understand what's going on and tries to rebel even though i really like how one of the main themes of linagram is how all these people COULD try to solve the secrets of milgram but.. they just won't. they just accepted it. like that's so scary to me. but oh well.. im afraid reina won't get rewarded for her efforts anytime soon. honestly she'll most likely get punished for it.
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yes flintley is literally so much fun
i know the exact fic you mean too
i know i started thinking about it more because of Percy Take the Wheel which is probably why i always tend to view it as starting from a crush on Marcus' side
Thanks for the ask! <333 You wouldnt believe how much joy this ask brought to me!!
Yeah! I read pttw too and it was so! Cool! Percy being teen mom and teenager staying on top of his classes! It was being portrayed so realistically! Weasleys shortcomings and all that! But we're not here to discuss pttw in broader light, right?)
Marcuss crush on percy is so endearing, oh my gosh, i just cant..! It was said in this fic that penny is not in a relationship w percy cuz of his newly aquired children, and for a 17 yo its fair. And then theres marcus)))
And that scene at the quidditch pitch where percy connected the dots! Oh my lawd, i squeled! It was the first time a fic made me run around, chanting in high pitched voice some gibberish! It is delightful!
It is a pity this fic seems to be discontinued and right at the saucy cliffhanger! I felt so bad for marcus (and for percy) when the redhead decided to use slytherins crush. The author said that marcus isnt any real romantic interest for percy, but the sweet cliche of falling in love w someone youre pretending to date! And how marcus would react when it would be revealed! Ahh~
If percys got no romantic feelings for marcus and the truth gets revealed, i hope that they can still be friends.
And tbh, marcus being so... soft (??) towards percy at the pitch scene... Tbh i concidered it was kinda ooc for marcus to act like that. I dunno, i just pictured flint being all up against wood, raised voices and all that, but then just turn around and in a quiter, almost cautious tone seek percys approvement. Maybe im reading into it too much or its my own headcanons come out in play, i just... meh. Dont vibe w that moment.
Overall, it was a very pleasant reading expirience! And also, there are other fics w marcus pining that i enjoy! I want to propose for everyone to gather the links in replies to this post? Your fave percy x marcus fics, people!
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Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 (ikemen revolution)
Links to other parts: pt.1, pt.2.
Characters may be ooc as i've only completed rays route. Don't repost my writing, reblog instead!
Wonderland Residents
Blanc Lapin
A gentleman such as himself tickling such a fair gentleperson such as yourself?! He could never!
I have a feeling blanc himself doesn't really enjoy tickles or tickling someone. As a result he doesn't tickle you much or at all.
However if you want he can tickle you. He finds it slightly cute you're ticklish though.
You not liking being tickled he perfectly understands with his stance of not liking it much either and will never try to tickle you
Oliver Knight
Doesn't tickle you often but does he oh so enjoy it.
Such a soft smile forms on his face whenever he gets the chance to tickle you and it works out.
It's one of those moments where Oliver genuinely gets really soft and shows his love for you.
If you dislike being tickled oliver doesn't mind, after all everyone has their likes and dislikes and he's not one to judge over that.
Loki Genetta
Dead, even more dead then you would be with Edgar. Even if being more dead then dead isn't possible then it's possible with loki.
It won't take long for loki to figure out you're ticklish at all and as soon as he does you're in for it.
A huge smirk will form on his face and he'll start trying to tickle you more often and those tickles are unescapable.
If you dislike being tickled he'll be pouty for a bit but come around to understand it and stop tickling you.
Harr Silver
Harr most likely wouldn't tickle is s/o often, awkward but gentle whenever he tickles you.
You don't miss the little shine in his eyes while he tickles you though, knowing he enjoys tickling you and hearing your laughter.
He doesn't tickle you often and probably won't ask you if he can even if he wants to tickle you
wouldn't mind at all if you dislike being tickled and generally wouldn't care much even if it makes him happy. His partners happiness is just as or more important then his own to him.
Mousse Atlas
The sleepy veteran absolutely loves how ticklish you are and can often dream about tickling you and hearing your giggles.
Will actually often ask if he can tickle you and goes all out when tickling you to hear your laughter.
Will always be smiling when tickling you, your happiness makes him the happiest person in the world.
If you tell him your dislike for being tickled he'd most likely just nod and any future attempts that mousse had of tickling you vanished.
Dalim Tweedle
Dalim absolutely loves the fact you're ticklish and will actively try to tickle you whenever he's in the mood.
If you try and run this man will chase you down to continue tickling you probably somehow pinning you down to tickle you.
Will flirt 99.9% of the time he's tickling you
If you dislike being tickled he'll act like it's a pity for a second but then be like "It's alright princess i understand, i won't try to tickle you again."
Dean Tweedle
Unlike his twin he's more meh on the subject of his s/o being ticklish.
He finds it cute but won't actively go out of the way to tickle you like dalim will.
Will tease you about being ticklish and how easily he could just start tickling you and you couldn't escape it but most of the time wouldn't live up too those words.
Doesn't mind if you dislike being tickled since he doesn't think about tickling you often anyway.
#ikerev#cybird ikemen#ikemen series#ikemen revolution#ikeseries#writing#fanfic#cybird#dean tweedle#dalim tweedle#blanc lapin#mousse atlas#oliver knight#harr silver#loki genetta
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(OOC: oh my fucking god I sent it in the wrong ask blog account did not mean to use my main-)
“Meh everyone has shit days, just checking in, need anything?” Phil stepped closer into the room.
(Thats alright lmao)
Tommy sat up a little in his bed, glancing down at the ground before pulling his knees up to his chest. “I don’t think.. could you maybe just stay here with me?” Tommy moved over some pillows and blankets so Phil could sit with him. Phil, in Tommy’s opinion, was the most comforting person he’d met.
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hey sillies, i am back on my pirate William bullshit-
[tw for kinda dark topics (? - nothing too explicit, only the implication of some pretty violent acts i guess) also possible typos here and there]
ok so-
i still can't really decide on this - does he lose both of his pinkies? or does he lose all his left hand fingers except for the pinike? i am leaning more towards the first one, but the second one is pretty interesting too and i just- *screams in indecisive*
i was also thinking about what people would know him as, ya know? i have some ideas (all related to his pinikes of course, hehe-), but once again, i simply can't choose-
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no pinkie Willy (or Willy no pinkie) - if we go with the first option from above.
this one sounds so very silly. it's just so silly. and that's kinda the point. like-
imagine u hear a story about a fearsome pirate, the scourge of the seas even (hehe, alestorm lyrics-) only to then find out he's known as no pinkie Willy- imagine other pirates and stuff trembling in fear just at the mention of his name-
kinda stupid but i still find it funny-
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William pinkie hand (or pinkie hand William) - if we go with the second option from above.
i was thinking of going with Willy instead of William here as well, but it's still kinda meh for some reason, regardless of which one i use.
so yeah, idk. nothing much about this one so far.
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(the) pinkie cutter - this can go for either option.
[here might be some contradictions and stuff because i have so many ideas and thoughts and i can't focus on one alone-]
this one basically tells us from the very start what he does to his enemies and those who dare stay in his way - he cuts their pinikes off.
but he does this more like a warning, u know?
"for now it's just your finger. next time it's gonna be your head." or something like that.
i was also thinking why would he do that? why would he give someone a (more or less said) second chance when he could easily kill them on the spot?
well... what if they could be more useful alive than dead? fear and manipulation are two other weapons this bastard would totally abuse in these scenarios. like-
yeah, maybe this guy tried to kill him just a few minutes ago, but what if William can gain more by keeping them alive? what if he, by playing his cards right, can use them for his own selfishly silly bastard man reasons?
and if they are deemed to be useless or even a traitor of sorts, it's off with their head in an instant.
oh! or... what if instated of a warning, him cutting their pinikes off is some kind of sign of shame? this may be a bit more ooc i guess, but like-
besides killing out of necessity and stuff, what if William also kills when he finds his opponent worthy enough to die by his sword?
and when he finds his opponent unworthy, he marks them by cutting their pinkies so everyone who ever encounters them knows.
*god complex intensifies*
idk, these ideas are kinda messy, but they're only a base (?) of the main idea so far. just woke up not even an hour ago, and my mind is still being bombarded with violent pirate bastard thoughts and i just need to write them down ok-
anyway, moving on-
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ok, i think this name's pretty cool.
wait, no- one second thought. what about... (the) pinkie slayer-
remnant also popped into my head a few times and now i wanna find a way to add it in this mess of a scenario-
i would call this an au, but so far i've been thinking only about the bastard, so idk-
i mean- there are a mett a ton of undertale aus focusing on sans alone, so maybe- maybe this is some sorta au as well, who knows.
#ok but i love how quickly it exacalated like-#from 'what fingers would he lose and what name would people call him'#to whatever i am going on about in the end#silly thoughts silly thoughts#blueycapsules#william afton#my beloved#the lovable bastard <3#pirate bastard
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Chapter 12: Feynman Diagram
So... Whenever I make original characters, it feels like they end up with a personality of their own. That is basically what this chapter is. Some of my ocs decided they wanted to do stuff. Hope you enjoy it at least? If not... Well, it's my story, so meh.
Taglist: @kazumaple
Warnings: Reader is psychopathic, reader is manipulative, it’ll mostly be cheerful until it goes down hill in later chapters, ooc, enemies to lover, friends to lovers, slow burn, a lot of scientific jargon, reader is female, female pronouns, reader has a nickname, reader is bad person, yandere reader, do not interact if any of the above makes you uncomfortable.
Pairings: Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader, Tomo x Reader
If you wish to be added/removed from the taglist, please let me know.
Going through the hidden door, past the living room, you walked through the long hallway to the very end of it. That was where the door to the lab was located.
Since the five of you started living here, you all slowly modified the cave to make it look like the house you all used to live in back in your original world. It wasn’t that difficult given your powers, and you even managed to add some stuff that wasn’t in your previous home, Tomo’s new room right next to yours was one such example.
The other example was this lab.
“EM said her pill box was on the table… Oh, there it is.” You approached the science table in the middle of the room, and as EM mentioned, the neon orange pill box was sitting right next to some scrap metal parts, loose wires, and some theoretical calculations that Weak must have done.
You placed the pill box inside your large bag and began looking around the room. You didn’t see Strong or Weak when you came into the house, so you assumed they were in here, but the only one you found was Tama sleeping on the couch, who Tomo was already petting.
“Strange, I wonder if they went to gather fruit or something…” You whispered. Suddenly you were worried about whether they had enough food before you, EM, and Tomo left. You figured Strong could find food for himself, but it might prove to be a challenge for Weak… You remembered the tired look he gave when he went to gather food with you and Tomo the other day.
“Worried?” Tomo asked, without looking away from Tama. You turned towards him and let out a nervous chuckle.
“I suppose you can put it that way. I really wanted to see them too…”
Admittedly, you knew it was rather unhealthy to rely on someone so much that you started missing them even before you left for Liyue. You made a mental note to tell Strong and the others about it later. Perhaps there’s something the four of you could do about it. Or maybe you all will come to the conclusion that it’s normal because you four are basically family. A rather messed up family. Either way, nothing bad can come if you communicate enough.
“You really like them, don’t you?” You were caught off guard by Tomo’s question. Perhaps it was his tone of voice? He’s been upset for a while now, and you really didn’t understand why. But an unhappy tool could cause trouble later down the line. Perhaps you’ll humour him a little.
“I really do.” You agreed. “I would give them anything. If they told me they wanted the world, I would take over it and give it to them.”
When you first met him you weren’t sure what to make of Strong. The cheerful optimist was the opposite of who you used to be, and certainly not the type of person who you would usually befriend. Then again, you never really befriended anyone before Strong. But ever since he came into your life, he became a constant, a person you could go to so that you can center yourself.
“He is my North star.” You concluded. It seems that your thoughts were so strong that it fell out of your lips. Tomo snapped his head towards you, surprised. “Strong, I mean. He’s the person I find the most comfort in, whenever I feel lost I come to him.”
Admittedly, everyone in your group probably felt that same way. He is the glue that keeps the four of you together. And Weak is usually the logical one making sure you guys didn’t do anything too stupid. EM is the mood maker who lifted the morals in the group. While you are the cunning one who made sure that no threat came in the way of your family. Yes, together there is nothing that could stop the four of you. Not even the end of the world apparently.
You were lost in your daydreams until you felt someone stand behind you. When you turned around, you saw that it was Tomo who had stopped petting Tama and was looking at you with a pained expression.
“Tomo?”
“You like him? Strong, I mean.”
What is this man talking about? Of course you like Strong. You made it clear as such, at least you thought you did. “Of course I like him.”
“Does he like you?” Tomo asked.
“I’d hope so?” You tilted your head.
Tomo looked like he was hesitating for a second before looking straight at you. You almost felt as if you were going to get sucked into his purple eyes. “Gravity, I know what you think of me.” What he said made you flinch. Does he know that you only see him as a tool? No, it can’t be… You were sure that you hid your intentions well. “And, I don’t like it… But there’s a reason I still stick around.” He held out his hand towards you in a gesture which you assumed suggested that he wanted you to hold it. You stared at it for a little while before you placed your hand into his palm. Tomo gently squeezed your hand and started interwinding his fingers with yours. You looked up at him in surprise, “I just… I can’t stay away from you.”
This is strange.
Your heart is pounding.
Why is your heart pounding?
Why can’t you look away?
It’s as if the room became 10 times warmer…
“Gravity, I think I’m in–”
Your lonely world was interrupted by the sound of door slamming in the distance. It sounded like the front door. Strong and Weak must have come home. You looked towards the entrance of the lab with a horrified expression, as you listened to their footsteps and voices becoming louder, louder, louder by the second. Beyond this door is Strong and Weak, likely making their way towards the lab. And they’re going to walk in on you and Tomo? Interwinding hands? And with the both of you blushing so loudly?
You didn’t even think about your actions before you pushed Tomo into a nearby closet before entering it yourself and closing the door behind you. Tomo blushed louder and opened his mouth to protest before you covered his lips with your hands. You couldn’t even tell why you were hiding. Embarrassment? Confusion? All you knew was that you didn’t want Strong and Weak to see you in this sorry state. You desperately looked at Tomo, trying to communicate to him in every silent way as possible to stay quiet. You felt his face get hotter before he nodded, and you slowly pulled your hand away from his lips.
And the door slammed open, “No! We are NOT doing an experiment that’s essentially the Manhattan project!” The first voice you heard immediately after was Weak’s. He sounds rather annoyed. Then again, you realized that was how he was 90% of the time. Or at least pretending he’s annoyed while being all happy without trying to show it. That didn’t seem to be the case this time though.
“I’m not saying we should make a bomb!” You heard Strong’s voice this time. Curios, you started peeking through the keyhole of the closet and Tomo joined you on it. Beyond the keyhole was Strong and Weak as you suspected. Weak was staring at Strong in disbelief while Strong was overflowing with excitement. “But it’ll be cool y’know?! It would shed light to soooo much physics of this world! We won’t use it for anything bad!”
“That’s what a lot of scientists say.” Weak snapped, “Strong, there are no scientists in our world who woke up one day and said ‘you know what would be fun? A massacre.’ It just ended up that way because they didn’t think about the consequences of their research.”
“Oh come on! Most of the time it's the politician's fault for stuff like that. See, a politician’s job is to claim to fix this world’s problem, and a scientist’s job is to actually solve the problem while the politicians take the credit for it.” That argument almost made you chuckle before you realized you were still hiding.
“No! No no no!” Weak shook his head, “This isn’t about politics. It’s about responsibility. Apparently something you’ve never considered.”
“Why you…!”
Their fighting might be getting out of hand. How strange, it’s normal for them to fight, but they never do it to actually make the other upset. It was more of a playful argument if anything. But it looked like they were getting heated right now. Perhaps hiding in this closet was less important, and you should intervene? You decided to reach towards the doorknob.
…That was when you saw Weak lean in to kiss Strong.
You froze in place as your mind felt like it crashed. Is this what a blue screen is like for your brain? You stared at the situation in front of you, blinking once, then twice, until suddenly your head started to fully process what was going on and you felt your face burn up. Tomo seemed to be just as confused as his jaw dropped open as he stared into the keyhole.
After a while of kissing, Strong and Weak pulled away, staring at one another. The first one to break the silence was Strong, “What was that for?”
Weak looked away, his cheeks flushed, “You looked upset… I don’t like seeing you upset. …I wanted to cool down before we continued this conversation, but I didn’t know how… S-Sorry if that was too forceful.”
“...” Strong looked away as well, “Pancakes.”
“Huh?”
Strong grinned, “You’re right, I wasn’t thinking about the potential consequences of such a big research project, sorry I tried to strong arm you into it. I still want to do it though, in a responsible way. So, why don’t we talk about the rest over pancakes or something?”
Weak stared at him, flabbergasted, before rubbing the back of his head, “Well, no, I should have at least heard your side before rejecting the idea immediately. Sorry. I don’t mind talking this over, but I’m making the pancakes. You’re terrible at cooking.”
“Whaaaat?!” As Weak started out of the room, Strong followed behind him, “I can at least help! I can cut the fruit to go with the pancakes!”
“Fine, I’ll teach you how to hold a cooking knife first though–”
“I know how to hold a cooking knife–! I don’t know how to hold a cooking knife, yeah, teach me–”
You listened to their fading voices as the doors closed behind them, and after a few seconds, you collapsed on your knees and covered your cheeks. Weak kissed Strong, and from how they were talking, not for the first time either. But then that would mean that… What would it mean?
“Uh… Strong… Weak… Kiss…” You felt as if the world was spinning around you. Tomo, who finally came out of his trance, waved his hand in front of yours to try and get your attention.
“G-Gravity? You alright? …Gravity?”
“Kiss… My two family members… Kissed… Then flirted… Kiss…”
“G-Gravity?”
“What does this mean?!” You panicked. Tomo, realizing your panicked state, started shuffling inside your bag, “A-A-A-A-Are they dating?! What are they gonna do then? Get married?! Do people get married now?! Wait no, maybe they’re just flirting. S-Strong and Weak were flirting and I just didn’t realize? What’s going on…?!”
Tomo pulled out the UAC which contained your teleportation powers. He activated it and the two of you found yourselves in a field of Liyue. He picked you up and sat you down on the grass and proceeded to pat your back, “You alright…?”
“S-Strong… Weak… Aaaaaaah….” You shivered. Tomo panicked a little and decided to try and give you some words of encouragement.
“G-Gravity, I know it’s shocking to see Strong love someone else, but… Uh… Darn, sorry. I really don’t know what to say in these situations.”
“Huh?” You froze and turned your head towards Tomo, mechanically, “What do you mean…?”
“That’s why you’re shocked right?” Tomo looked away, “Because you like Strong?”
You paused as the thought flowed through your head and shivered in disgust, “No!”
“Huh?” Tomo looked at you in surprise.
“I love Strong! But as a family! He’s like a brother to me!” You didn’t know why you were getting so worked up. Perhaps the thought of falling in love with someone you saw as a brother sent shivers up your spine, “There is no way that I’m falling in love with him! Ever! And he would say the same about me!”
“Then why are you so upset?” To Tomo, it was a genuine question, but it made you pause. Why are you so shocked by it? Are you in love with Strong? No, that is definitely not it. Do you think Strong and Weak would make a bad couple? Not at all. They might seem like they’re fighting all the time, but you know how much they make each other happy. If anything their play fights reminded you of an old couple. The ones in EM’s favorite stories who bicker at each other while saying ‘I love you.’ No… The reason you are so upset must be because…
“I feel… Like I betrayed them.” You slowly looked up at the sky above you. The sun was starting to set, and the world was stained in a purplish hue. “...There must have been a reason they haven’t told us. But now, I know their secret.”
‘Families don’t keep secrets.’ This is a fantasy that you realized was a fantasy long ago when you started living with your friends. Yes, keeping secrets that could harm others is not okay. But, sometimes you have secrets that you just want to keep to yourself. Not out of malice, or from a delusion of protecting the other person, but… Just because. No one is obligated to know every detail about someone just because they love them.
You knew Strong was bisexual, he mentioned that he was during a conversation you had with him about a year ago. But, Weak never actually told you about his sexuality, so you never really paid any mind to it. It wasn’t your business after all. But now, after you saw what you saw, what’s the difference between this and forcefully outing him? And what were you supposed to do now?
“I feel guilty.” You admitted as you hung your head in defeat. Guilt, it’s an emotion you never felt towards anyone except towards the people you love. “I feel like I just saw a secret I shouldn’t have seen. I mean, what would they do if they found out I saw? What should I do now?”
Tomo stared at you before placing his hand on your head, “...What do you want to do?”
You paused. What should you do? The only two options, you felt, were to admit to them of what you saw, or to pretend like nothing happened. If you confront them, they might feel embarrassed. But if you don’t say anything, that feels rather cruel too. To know exactly what was going on behind your back when Strong and Weak were likely trying to keep this their secret.
All you can do in this situation, you thought, was to choose the lesser of two evils.
“I think… I’ll pretend not to know.” You mumbled, “I feel like… They’ll tell me when they feel the time is right.”
Tomo smiled, “So that’s what you think is the right thing to do huh?”
You nodded to him, “I don’t want to force them into anything. I want them to be as happy as they could be. Although…” Perhaps it’s because you have finished processing your emotions. Suddenly, all the shock and confusion drifted away from your mind, and only pure happiness remained, “I think they’re perfect for each other. If the others’ existence is making them happy, then I couldn’t ask for anything more. Though, it’ll be annoying if they break up and get sad about it…”
“We don’t even know if they’re actually dating.” Tomo pointed out.
“I suppose. But they did make it sound like it. …No, I shouldn’t be assuming things. I’ll just wait for them to tell me first.” Relationships are difficult. Especially since you never had too much exposure to them. After all, your friends were always struggling with school work and research, you didn’t think they had enough time to look for romance. The closest that you got to it was EM’s love for romance stories, but even those were an idealized version of it.
Maybe EM would know how to handle this situation better? …No, I can’t tell her about this. It would be disrespectful to Strong and Weak.
Tomo, who was staring at you while you were thinking, suddenly started chuckling, “You really love them, don’t you?”
Suddenly, your mind rewinded back to what happened back in the lab, “Tomo, were you trying to say something to be back there?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Tomo stood up and started back towards Wangshuu inn. “We need to deliver EM her medicine, don’t we?”
You couldn’t say anything back. He is right. EM needs her medication as soon as possible. So then, why do you feel so… strange?
“I suppose.” You ran to catch up to Tomo. Not to show him affection like usual, but rather because you wanted to walk besides him.
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#20 ovo
Sentence prompts
Thanks for the ask! Also, sorry for answering so late… I was planning on doing it yesterday but I fell asleep 0_0 I just finished watching Hapi Mari a couple of days ago, so I felt inspired! If you want to watch the scene that this story is based on, here you go!
20. “Let’s run. Together.”
The fresh air of the ocean felt good against her skin as the small countryside town brought her far from anything close to Tokyo or Kyoto. Nene stretched in the sunshine, relishing in the warmth as she felt her husband hug her from behind.
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Rindou-senpai,
Are you doing well? How time flies. It is almost a month since we moved to this city. It feels for the first time after we got married, Satoshi and I have gotten some room to finally breathe.
We still haven’t found out who made those threats to us. But Satoshi still has a feeling it was someone from the Isshiki family. It seems whoever was ordering the attacks was only after the head of the clan; they stopped once he renounced the position.
I’m not quite sure where Satoshi got the idea to live here. But I heard it was one of his locations for business ever since our Totsuki days. It’s a lot smaller than what I’m used to, but it’s also quieter here as well. Everyone — they all warmly welcome us.
Thanks to everyone, the baby is growing healthily as well. Satoshi has been filling his time with gardening. He is trying hard to get the plants in the backyard to grow before our coming child. He wakes up in the morning, works, and we’d eat lunch together afterward. Sometimes, Satoshi works in the fields with the aunties he is close with from the market; he seems to have fun talking about whatever gossip that’s going around.
By night, we would all share our dinner while we drink and talk. Our neighbors always compliment us for our dishes, but I’m pretty sure they don’t know that we both are chefs though. After the visitors go home, my husband and I would sit as we gaze at the stars.
Wherever I look, Satoshi is just right there beside me. And that really puts me at ease. But, to tell the truth, I feel a bit worried. The Satoshi who is always kind and cheerful, somehow, for me it’s different than before.
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“You had a big restaurant in Kyoto, didn’t you? You should think of a way to make money,” one of the older ladies told him. He gathered the gardening tools for them, carrying them in buckets on their way back to the house.
“I don’t plan to go back to Kyoto anymore. I like it here,” he replied.
“You do say, but you can’t always beat around the bush, you know?” the woman preached. “What are you gonna do?”
“You’re right.”
“Why don’t you open a shop with your wife? She’s cute, she’ll call a lot of customers!”
“That’s a great idea, too,” Satoshi smiled.
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“Hey, Satoshi.” Nene walked up beside him. “What do you think we should do from now on?”
He nodded in response, wondering the same as the green-haired woman.
“Someone suggested for us to open a store. Not a bad idea, right? Luckily, it can be set up easily if it is a small store. A table with a few seats by a bar. We can use fish and fresh vegetables as ingredients.”
“Do you expect it to be Japanese cuisine?” she smiled.
“Of course, it’s our specialty!”
“That might work,” Nene hummed, holding his arm to rest her head against.
“Right?” he beamed back to her, but it faltered as he noticed her hesitance lingering.
“Hey,” she started, “did you ever think of considering to run a full-scale restaurant like we did before? You know, Kaiseki-style.”
He contemplated her question, thinking back to both of their traditions, their oppressive families, their pasts. “If I do that, we would be dealing with both our families again.” He turned to the pregnant woman, lightly holding her shoulders. “But as long as you’re with me, I’m fine with that.”
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Satoshi…
You said that as long as you’re with me, you were willing to live in any corner of the world. But, I can’t keep you here with me when I still think that you are still more suitable for standing at the top of the world. That’s why my heart has decided.
Nene closed her umbrella in the misty dew of early morning, waiting for the train to make way. In the meanwhile, as the sun rose through the curtains, Satoshi awakens gently to an empty bed and silver ring on the nightstand.
#Sorry if it doesn't make much sense...#Nene is also like super ooc but meh#It's more of a story to answer the aftermath of that prompt but oh well#EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH AND READ HAPI MARI#it's so cute#asks#ask meme#isshiki satoshi#kinokuni nene#nene kinokuni#shokugeki no soma#isshinene#isshikuni#isshiki x nene#一色慧#紀ノ国寧々#食戟のソーマ#fanfiction
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Just your luck
Prompt: "Stop laughing at me!" "You've never called me that before, I like it."
Pairings: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x sorcerer!Reader, Khonshu x sorcerer!Reader
Warnings: language, grammar(english is not my first language😭), not beta'd or whateves, No spoilers! :D, this a bit of a crack fic but generally fluff, and characters might be ooc :')
Summary: Baking aftermath in a nutshell starring clumsy reader, overprotective bird god, a mercenary that loves to tease, and a sweet sweet 'gift shop-ist'.
Word count: *clears throat* I- uh..around 2.2k+ words..... eheh😅
A/n: Greetings everyone!! I decided to participate the lovely Rose's(@beautifulbows924) prompt challenge and here is my entry! I am still learning how to write stories so do forgive me if its a little meh lmAo. hope you guys enjoy it! 😊💞 ngl im a bit nervous posting this one HAHAHA
Note 2: Text in pink is the prompt; Bold dialouge is Khonshu speaking; Blue and Red dialogue is Steven and Marc, respectively, speaking/talking in their head.
You deeply sigh, just your luck huh?
You were baking. You were successful on that part, which made you a tad suspicious seeing as you sometimes don't accomplish a task so easily but then, you looked around. The absolute mess you've made in your kitchen is so ridiculous that you wondered how you did not notice it.
Nearly every inch of your counter and your apron is covered in flour, you probably even have it on your face. Used bowls and spoons are strewn around the room. The whisk you used dripping batter on the floor, when you saw it you snatched it before it could make more mess and surprise, surprise! You slipped because why would your floor not also be covered with flour, and landed painfully on your butt.
Which brings you to your current predicament, laying on the floor covered with flour- hah! that rhymed- as your butt throbbed from the impact with a whisk in one hand. All you wanted was to surprise your lovers, Marc, Steven and Khonshu, with a delightful home baked pastry that are simply cookies filled with Nutella (not sponsored by™) when they arrive from their trip from the groceries.
You want to sit up and clean the mess around you, actually you could just clean this mess with a simple spell, but the floor is much more comfortable at the moment. Hopefully, they wouldn't come home too early.
You hear the doorknob jingle and click. Oh shit. Are you seriously being robbed at this very moment of time?! You raise the whisk, waiting for the right opportunity to hit the intruder when-
"Hey, sweetheart!"
Oh it's just Marc. You drop your hand back to your side.
WAIT IT'S MARC. THAT MEANS-
"Beloved! What in the world happened?!"
Khonshu's home too. His booming voice full of worry echoing in your messy kitchen as he drops his staff in a haste to kneel to your side and aid you. Not that it's a bad thing that he's home but he usually goes over the top when it comes to your well-being.
"Why- what happened?! Are they hurt?! Where are they?!" ..So do the two..
"I'm fiiinnne!" You answer one of their many questions. Juuust your luck huh?
"We could never be that certain until we check, are you sure you're alright?-" As the god inquires, Marc carefully goes over to you both, mindful of his steps and crouched behind you.
Did they really have to be home early on this very lucky day!
You nod as you try to sit up, Khonshu places his rough hand on your back to assist you, Marc follows suit as he puts his hand on your waist and then places one on your head, looking for any signs of wounds. You can hear him mumble to himself, "I'm checking! I'm checking!" Steven is probably nagging him to thoroughly check for any signs of injury.
"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just fell on my ass 's all.." You reassure them with a smile, well trying to give them a smile as you couldn't help but to frown, scrunch your nose and hiss as you finally get to sit up. Your ass hurts like a bitch man.
Your pained face made Khonshu menacingly ask with a growl, "Who did this to you, little one?"
And there it is, overprotective bird god.
"Woah, lover bird, cool it..I did this to myself." You reassure the Egyptian deity mindlessly as you place your hand on his forearm, while you try to put the battered whisk on top of the counter while still on the floor.
Lover bird? Khonshu repeats in his head.
Marc takes the liberty to end your suffering and takes the whisk from your hands and places it on the full sink and asks, "You what?"
You thank him before continuing, "No, not like that! I meant- gods I would not intentionally hurt myself like this- I was just baking something up before you guys arrived- which I did successfully by the way they're cooling in the fridge if you need evidence."
Khonshu had stopped dead in his tracks, lover bird? He wasn't even listening to what you had said after that anymore, as the nickname echoes inside his skull. He usually brushes off the nicknames you give them, it's just this one that stirred something inside him and made him blank out.
You didn't seem to notice Khonshu's reaction to the nickname nor did you pay mind to what just slipped from your lips as you continued to babble about what you were doing while they were gone that led to this mess.
Marc notices the god's behavior as he listens to you- and so did Steven, "Oh..oh my days, is- is he -for the lack of better word- blushing?!" The american chuckles at the brit's observation, and the realization of the ridiculousness of the whole situation just made him laugh more.
Marc's chuckling behind you made you stop and look up at him, ah yes..the dreaded embarrassment of the aftermath of your predicament.
You huff and glare up at him, "Don't- It's not- Marc I swear-" Your warnings that are interrupted by your own snort, and Khonshu's aloof state, egged the mercenary's laughter to continue and increase in volume.
"Stop- Stop laughing at me!" You whine between giggles, your cheeks flaring red, still oblivious to the state of your other lover that is knelt in one knee beside you.
"S-sweetheart-" He tries to form coherent sentences, but his laughter stops him from doing so. "I- I'm not-"
You groan in annoyance and bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. Chuckles bubbles in your throat as Marc continues to have the time of his life.
"Maaaarc!" you shriek and gather some of the scattered flour and throw it at him which didn't do anything helpful, besides staining Marc's jeans, but instead it made him howl in laughter and tickled your nose and-
"Achoo!!"
Khonshu finally breaks out from his trance, if he had eyelids he would've been blinking rapidly. He glances over to you.
"S-orry." You apologize between giggles as you use your shirt to rub your nose.
"It's- It's..okay, dear one. How about you stand, hm? Let's get you cleaned up and tidy up the kitchen." Says the god, unable to stop his stuttering. He silently praised the heavens for not having skin on his face or else you and Marc(and probably Steven and Jake) would've seen a very red Khonshu.
The god silently huffs and glares at his fist of vengeance, he's wiping away the tears that are forming on the corner of his eyes. He's annoyed that Marc didn't help you up while he was…out of it… and also because his avatar probably noticed his unresponsiveness.
"I think- yeah, I can. Hold on-" Your giggling continues, too giddy to notice his stuttering, as you fold one knee and lean your weight to that side before folding your other knee and stand. You were about to fall again as you lost your balance, cussing at Marc's infectious laughter and futile aid, but Khonshu was able to catch you in his bandaged arms, "Be careful." He sternly yet softly scolded as you clutched on him.
You apologized and thanked the deity. Surveying the state of the kitchen, "I really made quite a mess, didn't I?" you voiced your thoughts as your giggling dies down, Marc calming down along with you.
Knonhsu chuckles while Marc snorts. Khonshu then raises his arms, his staff wooshes to his hand, "Don't worry, moonstone. I'll fix this, Marc, how about you clean her up-"
"I'm glad of your concern but I can clean myself up, mo-WOAH!-"
Yep. you slipped once again but it was Marc that caught you this time.
"You were saying?" "Shush up and let's just go to the bathroom."
~~
After you took a refreshing bath, Steven was the one fronting and had changed their clothes to a clean and comfy one. He also laid some comfy clothes on your bed, bless him. You put them on and carefully made your way to the living room, not risking slipping and hurting yourself again. (The aching of your butt had just become bearable.)
You found the two lounging on the couch, munching on the treats you made a while ago that led to quite an event for each of you. You glance over to the kitchen and find it spotless. You hum, greatful for your wonderful lovers.
"I hope it tastes good, I wasn't able to taste test one so I really don't know if it's good or nah.." You say as you beelined to the couch.
"It tathe- sho goodth-" Steven exclaims with his mouth full of cookies, crumbs flying out of his mouth as he spoke. You found it cute but the god beside him says otherwise, "Ugh! Steven! You're making a mess!" "Sweetie, please don't talk with your mouth full." "Steven!..."
The brit apologizes after swallowing the food and offered you some. You took one as you gently nudged his and Khonshu's knees, they part and give you space in the middle allowing you to sink down on the couch with them on each of your side. You silently munch on your cookie as you watch the movie Steven picked. Khonshu lays his arm behind you on top of the backrest of the sofa while Steven half-leans his head on your shoulder. You softly smile at the 'giftshop-ist' before wrapping your arms around his shoulder to make him more comfortable.
"Better?" "Much. Thanks, love." He kisses your cheek in appreciation, leaving crumbs on your face. You laugh at his shocked expression as he saw the mess he left on your face.
"It's fine Steven!" "You sure?" he asks the umpteenth time as he wipes the crumbs off of your cheeks. "One hundred percent." You firnly told him and kiss his nose to further reassure the man. He blushes at the gesture and finally settles back under your arms.
"I just want to say.." "Hm?" "What?" "Please don't." "We're a batch made in heaven." A hearty a laugh and groans, one that is booming and audible to you while the other only Steven could hear, fills the room.
Half an hour into the movie, Steven has fallen fast asleep on your side. The cookie tray, now half empty, lays on the coffee table in front of you. Your free hand being held by Khonshu's rough, larger ones, caressing your knuckles with his thumbs as you two continue to watch the film. You were a little worried though, he hasn't spoken a word since it stared and he usually has something to say whenever you all would watch a movie. May it be witty comments or criticism or just bashing on the actor's appearance. Did the incident earlier really scare him?
You gave him a glance, he looks fine to you (as he always do) and didn't seem to be troubled, his breathing is even and-
"You're staring, dear one." He murmurs, taking Steven's sleeping state into consideration.
"Sorry, can't help it." You whisper back, grinning up to the god before turning your attention back to the screen.
He chuckles before asking, "Is something troubling you?"
"Funnily enough I wanted to ask you that question.." You mumble as you remove your hand from his grasp and place it above his, carressing his knuckles this time. "Is something troubling you, Khon?"
See, this was what he meant awhile ago. Nicknames don't bother him but dear heavens did that phrase stuck to him, the reason why he had been silent the whole time.
"Lover bird." He stated plainly and looked over you. Your brows furrow at his statement, "Wha?" You chuckle in confusion.
"You called me lover bird, a while ago…"
Your head tilts to the side as your eyes squint, trying to remember- "oh!" You exclaimed but immediately covered your mouth as you remember, both at what you said and at the fact that Steven is sleeping on your side.
Khonshu's chest deeply rumbles as he chortles, raising the hand that was resting on the backrest as he runs his digits through your hair. "You've never called me that before.."
"Oh? Yeah..I haven't..Do you want me to drop it or-"
"I like it, dear one." He interrupts you as he stops his ministrations on your hair, cupping your face and caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers.
"O-oh.." Physical affection from Khonshu is not new to you. Especially after you were able to cast some spell that would allow him to interact with the things in your plane of existence, with his help of course. Sure it got you in trouble but it was worth it.
"Well..that settles it then, lover bird." You tease with a grin, leaning to his now open palm. Khonshu only huffs at your teasing and turns his attention back to the television.
"Don't get smug on me, little wizard."
"I'm not a wizard!"
"Hm, sure. Steven begs to differ."
"Wh- oh! Steven, darling, sorry! I woke you up didn't I? I'm so sorry!!"
"It's fine, love-"
"Who decided to 'cast' this insolent? Can't even portray a very simple emotion properly!"
Aaand there he is.
The two continue to banter back and forth about the movie as you lay there in the middle of it, grinning at the scene before you as they held you while they were at it.
Just your luck..to have these people in your life.
#roses2Kwc#moon knight x reader#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#khonshu x reader#fanfiction#G•writes#went a little overboard with this one HAHAHAA#writing prompts#moon knight fluff#fluff#sorcerer!reader#khonshu x sorcerer!reader#marc spector x sorcerer!reader#steven grant x sorcerer!reader
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The College Experience
Kaeya Alberich x gn!Reader
Genre: Modern au, Angst
Warnings: None(?)
Requests: Open
a/n: also posted on my ao3: Milktei. and sorry if Kaeya seems ooc this is my first time writing for him and for genshin overall
“I just want to enjoy the full college experience! you understand that right!?”
Those were the words Kaeya Alberich had said to you the day he broke up with you.
Months full of love swept away.
It was not even a month until you two were supposed to attend college for the first time. The two of you planned your schedules to line up so that you could enjoy the commute to and from school together.
You had planned where to study. Places near campus to go on dates together.
Only for Kaeya to throw it all away because he was didn’t want to miss out on the hookup culture usually associated with attending post secondary.
You understand right?
He had faltered when he saw your broken expression. You lips trembled and your eyes stung with tears. At the time you had hoped that he would say something, anything and take back everything.
He didn’t.
“If that’s what you want.” You ended up choking out “I won’t hold you back.”
“We can still be friends and hang out in our free time.” he said with a hint of hope
You have Kaeya a broken look “I don’t lf think I would be able handle that, Kaeya not after everything.”
“Oh…” Kaeya smiled awkwardly “Thank you y/n….I guess this is a goodbye?”
“I suppose so”
And just like that, phone wallpapers were changed, pictures were taken down, gifts were shoved in a place where they would never see daylight, and contact names were changed.
Kaeya <3 to Kaeya Alberich
you had contemplated blocking him on everything instead, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it so soon.
Part of you knew was it was because you wanted to make sure that he was fine even if he was no longer in your life. You hated yourself for caring so much.
School had eventually started up and you still felt broken, numb. You drove to school alone, studied alone, and usually ate in your own. Yes you had a couple friends around campus, but everyone was quickly swamped in schoolwork, leaving you to fend for yourself.
As much as you tried to distance yourself from Kaeya it was impossible to not hear about him. Through mutual acquaintances and more often, rumours .
“So how was the party?”
“The party itself? Meh. But the man I ended up in bed with? Archons.”
The people behind you excitedly whispered behind you.
“Do I know him?”
“Maybe? His name’s Kaeya, blue hair, eye patch?”
The friend gasped loudly causing you to flinch. The mere mention of his name made you grip you pencil tighter.
“No way! he’s in my literature class! Lucky bitch he’s so hot.”
Hearing about Kaeya enjoying the “full college experience,” shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did in that moment. But to be loved so hard by a person one day, only for it to be ripped to shreds the next, took a great toll on your mental well-being
Still, life went on. Nearly every week, someone was whispering about the oh so popular Kaeya Alberich and how much of a flirt he was.
Multiple videos of him circulated, shamelessly making out with someone at a party, people from your classes going on dates with him. It was like high school all over again, only this time it was worse.
People weren’t whispering about what they would do if given a chance with Kaeya. They were whispering about what they did do.
Next thing you knew, the end of your first year of college was coming to its end, all that was left was finals and you would finally get a break from the chatter about how your ex threw himself across the student body.
You sat in a corner in one of the quieter upper levels of library with your books and laptop open in front of you. However, the library was definitely busier at this point in the semester and therefore a bit noisier than usual. You made a mental note to find quieter places to study, in the meantime your music would have to do.
You bobbed your head slowly to your music as you read over your notes. turning your head between books and online resources hoping that the concepts would stick in you mind.
A shadow cast itself over you work in front of you. Shocked, you snapped your head up, revealing a sheepish Kaeya. Hesitantly you took out an earbud.
Kaeya coughed awkwardly “Hey…I couldn’t find anywhere free spots. Mind if I sit here?”
You looked up at Kaeya stunned. part of you apprehensive to the thought of having to sit close to him again.
“um sure.” you blabbed awkwardly. Mentally cursing yourself out before pulling you supplies closer to yourself.
“As organized as ever I see.” Kaeya teased as he glanced at your studying set up.
“I guess.” you mumbled awkwardly.
Kaeya cleared his throat again and pulled
out the chair across from you. Luckily he said nothing as he pulled his books out.
The two of you studied quietly, the air was tense but you couldn’t help but feel almost nostalgic. Even before the two of you started dating you two would arrange study sessions together.
You remembered snacking on whatever was in the house, drawing little doodles on Kaeya’s hand when you got bored, leaving the homework on the table and talking about nothing as you both sat on the bed.
You let out a sad sigh drawing Kaeya’s attention, but he remained silent. You stretched trying not to reminisce as the man that broke your heart sat directly in front of you.
He didn’t want you anyways.
“So! Um- how is that class? I know you were worried about it.” Kaeya asked gesturing to the textbook.
You squirmed in your seat, unprepared for his attempt at small talk. “Um it’s alright I kind of enjoy it actually.”
Kaeya smiled- that damn smile, “I told you that you would be fine in that class, you’ve always been such a hard worker”
You nodded slowly and stared down at your notes, it was becoming increasingly hard for you to stay composed, especially with Kaeya painfully trying to keep up a conversation with you.
You stood up abruptly, startling the man in front of you “You know I think that i’m going to study at home. it’s hard to concentrate.”
“y/n-“
You had gathered up the rest of your materials and shoved them into your school bag not allowing Kaeya to speak anymore. Then, you quickly started to make your way out of the library.
“y/n” you heard Kaeya say again.
You shook your head and sped up, nearly tripping over your feet as you descended down the stairs, Kaeya’s equally frantic steps weren’t too far behind.
Refusing to turn back you finally made it to the main floor and practically flung the main doors open, taking in a sharp breath before turning in the direction of your car.
you could only take a couple more steps before a hand grabbed at your wrist.
“Please,” Kaeya pleaded “we need to talk.”
The tension between you two was strong, both yours and Kaeya’s arms pulled taught from the position you were in. Still, you didn’t move, partly because you were too stunned at his bold touch, and partly because a part of you screamed to hear the man out. Kaeya took your silence as a cue to continue.
“I’m sorry.” you refused to look at him, anger and anguish simmered together within you. One look in his eye and you’d crumble apart, spill everything you had been feeling on him.
“That’s good to know please let go” was all you were able to get out without exploding.
“I regret everything. I should have never asked for such a thing that day. Archons please y/n I want to start over.“
You laughed bitterly but still refused to move despite his tugging “And then what? We start talking again I start to trust and love you again, then you realize that oh! Once again I’m not enough and hooking up with anyone else is so much more fulfilling and exciting.”
“No!” Kaeya called out “It’s you, it’s always been you! I was stupid it can’t be anyone but you sweetheart”
You whimpered and kaeyas grip faltered your arms slackening slightly. “How am I supposed to know that I’m the only person you call sweetheart? How am I supposed to believe anything you say after everything you put me through?”
You whipped around with angry tears in your eyes and tore your wrist from his grip, your eyes still stubbornly fixed to the ground.
“I was supposed to be enough Kaeya! Your love for me should have been enough for you to understand that the ‘full college experience’ wasn’t worth risking our relationship for!”
“You think I don’t realize that now?! I’ve stopped going to parties, having one night stands, because I know this now.”
You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Am I supposed to just take your word? For all I know you just haven’t found a new fling in a while and just want to fall back on what’s familiar and comfortable for you. Until you realize again that anyone else is better than me, even if it is for one night.”
Without giving Kaeya time to respond, you turned on your heel and began walking to your car again, hugging your arms around yourself in attempt to hold yourself together until you were in a more private space where you could let out your emotions.
“That’s not true.” Kaeya suddenly called out.
You froze once again, your nails dug into your arms when you heard his footsteps once again.
“They weren’t you y/n. Archons I wish it was you, I was stupid and immature, I should have realized how lucky I was to have you in my life, I should have known that everything I needed, I already had.”
A hand touched you shoulder, you didn’t shake it off.
“I…I did eventually notice that I was always looking for you y/n”
You slightly turned towards Kaeya with a raised eyebrow.
“I was looking for your traits in other people. For anyone that could understand me like you did, anyone with the same sense of humour, the same interests…”
kaeya chuckled dryly and rubbed the back of his neck “That sounds awfully creepy now that I say it out loud.”
You turned around fully. The usual confidence and charm that held Kaeya together was stripped away, leaving the sheepish, unsure boy you practically grew up with.
“They weren’t you y/n,” Kaeya repeated “no one could ever match up to you in any way. and I will never be able to apologize enough for the way I took your love and friendship for granted.”
you could feel yourself tearing up again. The sheer amount of sincerity in Kaeya’s voice was overwhelming.
“Please can we just start talking again even if it leads to nothing, I can’t keep going on not being in your life, not knowing whether your okay or not.” Kaeya pleaded.
for the first time since Kaeya had walked up to your table in the library, you looked him in the eye. Tears streamed down his face and it looked like he had ran his fingers through his hair multiple times.
“You won’t get another chance if you pull something like this again.” you croaked.
A look of surprise crossed Kaeya’s face. Genuinely surprised that you were giving him the time of day.
Slowly he reached down and gripped your hands. A grateful smile replaced his surprise “I won’t make the same mistake twice. I promise you won’t regret this I’ll make it up to you in any way that I possibly can”
You gave him a small smile, and suddenly you realized just how public of a display you guys were putting on. You chuckled nervously as a couple of your fellow students walked past
“We should go. Coffee?”
“Please.”
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x y/n#kaeya alberich#genshin angst#kaeya x reader#genshin impact imagines
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