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ayyy-pee · 5 days

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Discord 18+ - Twitter 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙇!!

In celebration of reaching 3,000 followers on Tumblr, it seems ayyypee has decided to host her very first collab!!! The theme is Celebrity Scandal!

What are your favorite celebrity anime men, women or you (the reader) up to these days? New relationships? Maybe a nasty breakup or divorce. Cheating? Leaks, Murder, Cover ups?! There's so much to report on and so little time. But rest assured, The Jujutsu Journal will find out. Someone is always watching.

Status: OPEN

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✩˚｡⋆ This is an 18+ collab! Minors dni

✩˚｡⋆ All characters portrayed must be 18+ (No aging up of minor characters pls, but if there is a canon timeskip, that's fine. Just write them as their adult selves.)

✩˚｡⋆ It does not have to be only an x Reader pairing!

✩˚｡⋆ Open to ANY fandom (Even though it says Jujutsu Journal lol)

✩˚｡⋆ You can join with as many fandoms and as many characters as you wish

✩˚｡⋆ Both NSFW and SFW works are allowed!

✩˚｡⋆ If you use any topics that need a warning, please use warnings and tag appropriately!

✩˚｡⋆ That being said, dark content is fine as long as it is not any of the following: Non-con, r*pe, beastiality, incest/stepcest, pedophilia

✩˚｡⋆ No particular format or word length required. And you can even do art! Just let me know what you’ll be doing!

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✩˚｡⋆ To join, please send me an ask, or you can dm me! Also I'm nosy so let me know what your idea(s) are! Like Stalker!Paparazzi Sukuna x Reader LMAO)

✩˚｡⋆ The deadline for submission for the collab is June 30th

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✩˚｡⋆ Please tag me in your works and use the tag: #JujutsuJournal after you're done. I'll add it to my Masterlist and reblog it on my account! I know the tagging system is bonkers right now though, so if tagging doesn't work, you can just send me an ask.

✩˚｡⋆ If you have any other questions, just let me know!

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𝙂𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘿𝙪𝙩𝙮:

JUJUTSU KAISEN

@ayyy-pee - model!shokoieiri x model!ioriutahime x videographer!reader

@tojiscumdumpster - stalker!model!naoya x journalist!blackreader

@bungalowbear - stuntman!toji x actress!reader

@lost-immortality - DELICIOUS FANART (Characters updated later)

@lemonlover1110 - toji x reader, sukuna x reader

@xo2dee - actress!yuki x actress!reader

@yasu-1234 - tailor!higuruma x movie star!reader

@fizee: ✩ Non Disclosure Agreement - ceo!naoya x femdom!reader

@mysteria157 - celebrity chef!reader x food critic!nanami

@toasted-ry3bread - nanami x actress!reader

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@kentocalls - manager!geto x idol!reader, farmer!satoru gojo x actress!reader

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@brujawrites - nepobaby!gojo x interviewpersonality!reader

@storiesoflilies - guitarist!toji x singer!reader

Banner Credit: @benkeibear!

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heywriters · 10 months

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how to make a tumblr post (and get notes!)

Have never seen any post discuss these exact things, so i'm sharing my insights with y'all*

Use images. They don't have to be good or spectacular like this extremely coherent thing I just made. They just need to catch the eye break up dashboard monotony.

The gif search feature is an unreliable wild card at best and a NSFW eye gouge at worst, but it gives credit to the op of the gif

If you're an artist your whole post is your images, so skip to the links and tags section of this post because the rest won't help much.

-> Image Descriptions

When making a post that contains images, hover over an image and click the meatballs icon in the lower right corner of the image. Click "update description" to add a description. It isn't always necessary, but it is very courteous for a variety of accessibility reasons.

-> Text

Break up your text. Run-on sentences are standard here, lack of punctuation too, you can really do whatever you want, but avoid massive blocks of text. unless you've got a really incendiary opening line and the entire center of that granite chunk of text is actually comedy gold, hard-hitting tumblr journalism, or one of those zany confessional posts that can be followed up by the drive thru meme

break up

your text.

and go light on the ALL CAPS. save it for emphasis or when you're feeling very unhinged or saRcAStiC y'know how that goes, i don't need to explain it. this site has a very dry tone to its posts so caps are rare. also periods

Bullet points and numbered posts are good and fine. The "Chat" post option is used less often these days, but different groups found uses for it so it sticks around.

Titles Matter

they help break up text and put people at ease. they are best for informative, mature posts but can make you look like a square in more relaxed conversations. sometimes they are also great for emphasis in a comedic sh*tpost (censorship is entirely up to you, btw. you don't have to censor much on tumblr except titties and genitals).

Tumblr automatically shortens long posts now, but etiquette asks that you tag #long post if you want to avoid clogging up someone's dash. It don't matter too much though, this is the "color of the sky" site, so get used to posts being too long

That being said "READ MORE" is a fantastic feature. Use it when you want some level of privacy like "hey, only click below if you want to hear about my problems" or "click below to read my 18+ fanfic." Read more is also great in case you want to delete something forever. If a reblogged post has a read more, but op deleted the og post, that content is gone (readmore has to be on the og post at time of posting for this to work, btw; edits to og post do not span all reblogs)

the other bells and whistles like colored font or italics are helpful in improving text, but we don't really rely on them. every mode of looking at this site alters those aspects somehow so we often ignore them

-> Links

Hint: People don't want to click links. We don't know where they're taking us. Most of us are on our phone and don't want to open another tab or leave the app to go on the browser. We're cozy here on Tumblr and do not wish to be whisked away (unless it's a rickroll)

Don't leave the link thumbnail to do all the work, like so

add a little sneak peak info, maybe your favorite line from the article or a reason why it's important for people to know the info on the other side of that link. Sell it!

When you're adding a link into a list, i.e. no large thumbnail just a line of text leading you to another site, try not to copy/paste the link as is

"https://......"

No one wants to click on that it's gross and scary. It's screams "meh, i'll click later if i feel like it." If the build up to the link is too good to resist ("if you want to save the orphaned puppies here's the link") then that http mess is sufficient.

Otherwise, dress your links up a little by including the title or a description of what the link goes to:

Or, if it's an informal post where you're just popping info in to back up whatever insane thing you just said, just write something like "link here" or "(x)" and hyperlink it.

-> Tags

artists, writers, and other creators: leave a tag on your creative content that makes it easy for blog visitors to see it all at once. e.g. "My work" and we click on that while on your blog and see only your works

You can have up to thirty tags on any post. All will make your post show up in searches and followed tags (it used to be only the first five tags that got you traction). However,

Please. Do not tag everything you can possibly imagine being relevant to your post because

It's called tag spam and it's against TOS

Everyone here hates that

No one is going to check all those tags ever. Someone might search one five years from now and accidentally find your post hanging out in the ether and they'll still ignore it.

Your imagination is wicked tiny because I guarantee the perfect tag is going to be something indecipherable and seemingly niche.

Follow popular tags (or at least be aware of them)

If yours is an off-the-cuff post and you don't have time to find out what a niche group is into then wing it, sure, idc. this is also the shitposting site do whatever you want

Don't put your hate in the fan tags. This is the unapologetically-like-dumb-things site and your negativity is not wanted. You can still complain, just avoid tagging to get the attention of the fans of whatever you're complaining about. That enables pvp and even nonfans will know you deserve the backlash

-> Audio & Video

clickable by nature because we all love noise and moving images so there's no special way to share posts like this. just post them with good tags and maybe a one-liner, and they'll sell themselves

Tip: it's nice to add descriptions to these too but it isn't common

Protip: if the audio is the best part of the video (e.g. a baby burps REALLY loudly and it's hilarious) please caption or tag "Unmute!"

-> mkay bye

that's all i can think of right now. will update later if i remember something

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*this is year eleven of my time on tumbles and i studied marketing in college for like six of those years and have been applying that bupkis to tumblr ever since. every post i see that gets no traction and every lovely artist that goes nowhere on here bothers me so deeply and i sincerely want y'all to succeed <3 <3

+ If you find this helpful and want to support my blog, I have a ko-fi!

+ If you're concerned about my mental health from being on Tumblr so long and want to contribute to my "get better" fund, I have a ko-fi!

#writing #tumblr guide #tumblr etiquette #marketing #writeblr #authorblr #artists of tumblr #og #tongue in cheek #long post

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warmaidensrevenge · 3 months

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Love and pinball

Pairing: Eddie x Plus!size fem reader

A/N: Oh man it's been a long while. I've been taking a long needed break. But now I'm back and I have a bunch of ideas that need to be written. So I'm looking forward to what's next. I would also like to add that I had help from @salenorona23 to write this fic. I would liked to thank you. You honestly come up with the best ideas.

Thanks for sticking around. I appreciate all of you. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of Love and Pinball.

The song I added was an inspiration to me. Kay love ya. Byyyye.

Word count: 3,199

I do not give permission for my work to be published anywhere else. Please respect all creators. All the pictures I used for my collage were taken from a Google search. A credit to the original posters

Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Sexual implications, loss, grief, heartache and angst. Not proof read.

Part 8: Together

Summary: Grief will rip us apart. But love, real love can help us back to each other.

You stirred a little and placed a hand on your stomach. There was something wrong. You felt empty.

You weakly called out for Eddie. " B-baby?"

Your eyes opened slowly and the sun was blinding. You looked around and saw Paul and your mom. Then you saw Eddie who was sitting next to the bed, holding your hand. He had never looked so bad.

It was quiet. The silence and the single heart beat on the monitor was ominous. You remembered a little of what happened when you got to the hospital. But you were in and out of it.

"Is-ugh-is the baby okay?" You asked, trying to sit up.

Eddie and Paul stood quiet as your mom came to your side and started stroking your hair.

" Honey…I'm so sorry."

You cried for four days straight, with your mom never leaving your side. Even though you knew Eddie had to be with Liam. It hurt so much more to go through the loss of the baby without him.

Those four days were the worst in Eddie's life. When he was away he wished he was with you. And when he was with you all he did was hold you as you sobbed.

He felt like he was the reason you guys were suffering.

On the fifth day, you were going to be discharged from the hospital. Eddie had left work early to be the one to take you home. However, when he got there you were already gone.

Confused and worried he went home. Only to find suitcases by the door.

" Sweetheart?" He called out.

He found you in the nursery clutching the baby blanket from the hospital.

" Sweetheart?"

When you looked at him, he had never seen so much pain in someone's eyes.

You were dreading this moment ever since you decided to run. The only thing that kept you from taking off without a single care was the respect you had for Eddie. He deserved more than him coming home to see you were gone. He needed to know that you would be okay.

You looked back at the empty crib and felt such heartache. To the means of something you could not put into words.

" My mom went to say goodbye to Paul and Natalie. She's going to be back soon."

Eddie remained quiet and watched you. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

" I-I'm gonna go back with her."

His heart sank.

" I need some time…"

You didn't need to finish for him to understand what you needed. And though it tore him apart, he wanted you to be okay.

He took a few steps towards you. "Y/n, I think it's a good idea. You should be with your mom for a few days."

You tensed under his hand that was suddenly on your back. He almost lost it. He almost broke down. But he couldn't. So he didn't.

What he did instead was help put your bags in the trunk and helped you with your seatbelt.

Not once did you look at him. You barely said anything at all.

" Sweetheart, I'll be here when you get back."

Your head was hung while you nodded.

Eddie's heart shattered all over again watching the car fade into the distance.

Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it wasn't what was best for him. But it was what you needed. Right now all you needed was family.

…

3 weeks later

You always did hate how hot New Mexico was. You hated the bugs and the disgusting dry heat. But all of those things didn't bother you anymore. Those inconveniences were nothing compared to the suffering you felt.

It had been three long weeks since the loss of your baby girl and you couldn't find it in you to get out of bed. Or to really talk things out with Eddie.

Sure he called countless times, asking when you were gonna come home. But the answer was always the same. You didn't know.

That wasn't true though. You were never going back. How could you? How could you go on and pretend that baby Claire never existed? How could you face the man you loved knowing it was your fault she didn't make it? That the family you wanted was gone.

Chrissy gave him something you couldn't. A baby. And you hated her for that. You hated that she had a healthy beautiful baby boy, while you were left with this empty feeling.

That wasn't the person you wanted to be. And it was definitely not something you wanted Eddie to see.

It took everything you had to breathe. To wake up and not blame yourself.

But the agony you felt wouldn't go away no matter how hard you tried. And no matter how many tears flowed, there was always more.

It especially hurt when Eddie would call and you could hear Liam crying. It was excruciating to hear cries that weren't hers.

Deep down you wanted to be with Eddie. And you really did love Liam. But you just couldn't do it. It was too hard.

On the fourth week you were woken up by a tiny human.

" Tee? Wake up Tee."

You opened your eyes and found big blue ones looking back at you.

"Morning Tee."

You smiled as she climbed into bed and gave you a big hug.

" Hi baby. Oh I've missed you."

Natalie giggled when you gave her a bunch of kisses.

" Hey champ."

You looked up from Natalie and saw Paul standing by the door.

Your eyes started to swell and your chin trembled." H-hi."

After hello hugs you went to the kitchen and sat there watching Natalie eat.

" What're you guys doing here?"

Your mom poured you and Paul coffee and put a hand on your shoulder.

" Honey, your brother is leaving Natalie here for a while."

You looked over at Paul and he nodded. " I uhhh Natalie needs you…and I think you need her too."

You frowned and tears filled your eyes again. Then you nodded and sniffled. " I do."

You wiped away your tears and lightly laughed. " I'm sorry."

" Tee don't be sad."

You smiled softly at her. "I'm just really happy to see you."

She giggled and got down from her chair and raised her arms up for you to pick her up. Once on your lap she started humming.

" Tee, can we make cookies?"

You kissed the top of her little head. " Of course baby."

You looked up at Paul and your mom and saw them giving you small smiles.

For the first time in a month, you felt ok…Better.

Eddie was going through it. Sure he still had Liam, but he lost a daughter too. And he started resenting you for leaving him. Especially since you were only supposed to be gone for a little bit.

It was now a month and a half later and you still haven't said when you were coming back.

That was until you called him.

" Hey sweetheart."

" Hi."

He sat down on the bed. " How are you?"

You sighed. " Better."

His brows pinched together. " Yeah? That's good. I uhh miss you.”

“Eddie I- ummm I left a few things and I was hoping you could send them to me?”

He was quiet for a second. Didn't you miss him too?

“ Uhh yeah. Yeah. Sure baby. What do you need?”

He wrote down the list of things and was confused. Photo albums, jewelry and your diploma. Things that were important and likely irreplaceable.

“Umm sweetheart? Do…do you really want me to send this stuff?”

You cleared your throat before answering. “ Yeah.”

He nodded and fought back his tears. Why did it feel like you weren't coming back?

" Y/n? You're coming home…right?"

He heard you sniffle and knew your answer.

" Baby, please. I-I-"

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

When you hung up, it was like you felt everything you felt a month ago. But ten fold. It was horrible.

You originally hoped calling him would change your mind about not going back. Instead, all it did was solidify that you could never go back and face him.

You laid in bed that night thinking of all the things that you should've said to him. You should have said you were sorry for falling that day. For losing Claire. For running away. But most of all you wanted to say you loved him very much.

All the pain you felt started making you cry. After a minute or so you felt a little bit of movement behind you. Then you felt a tiny hand stroking your hair.

You turned around and saw Natalie staring at you.

" Don't cry Tee."

You whimpered a little as you wiped your eyes.

She grabbed your hand." Everything's gonna be alright."

" I know, baby. I know."

" Then-then why are you crying?"

You sniffled. " Everyone cries baby."

Natalie frowned. " I don't like it when you cry Tee. It scares me."

Your brows pinched together and you reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. " Why honey?"

" Because when big people cry, that means something bad happened. And I don't want bad things to happen."

You sucked in a breath and nodded. " I'm sorry. I-I won't cry anymore."

She held out her pinky. " Promise."

You let out a small laugh and hooked your pinky with hers. " I promise baby."

She leaned in and gave you a hug and a kiss before getting under the covers. Then she started humming a familiar tune until she fell asleep.

You squeezed her gently and thought of the day you guys went shopping with Eddie replayed in your head.

It was at that moment you knew what you had to do.

It was time to work on getting better. For your family. And for Eddie.

Eddie cried after he hung up the phone. He never felt so alone before. Or so sad. What did he need to do to get you home?

He wanted to go to you, but with Liam and work he really couldn't. On top of that he was heartbroken.

But what made things worse was that Chrissy decided to give him full custody of Liam. All she said when she dropped him off was that Jason proposed to her. So she handed him Liam and paperwork that she had a lawyer draw up.

That was a week ago.

Thank God for his friends. He didn't know what he would do without Gareth or Robin. They were his saving grace. But the only person he really wanted was you. Looks like he wasn't going to get that happy ending he always wanted.

Two weeks later

It was a stormy Saturday afternoon. Eddie had just put Liam down for a nap. He had been so fussy today. He had this little cough that scared him. So after a doctor's visit he gave him some medicine and put him to bed.

Eddie went outside to sit on the porch and look at the paper. He was searching for an affordable place that he and Liam could move into. He felt that it wasn't right to stay in your place without you.

However, the only place he could afford was in Forest Hills and he wanted better for Liam. But there was no other choice.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “ Wish you would come home.”

He then heard a car door close. When he looked up he saw you standing there. Umbrella in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

When the cab drove off you started towards him.

He was in shock. With no clue what to actually say or do, he just sat there.

You reached the steps and stared at him. All you could think about was how much you've missed him.

“I…I know there's nothing I can say to take back what happened and how I reacted to it. Just know that I am so sorry for leaving you.” You moistened your lips and continued. “ I should've known that losing our girl was going to hurt you too. I was selfish and a jerk… and I get it if you can't forgive me. I just came back to apologize and to say if you need me, I'll be here... And I need you to know that I'm not 100% right now. And...and I don't think I ever will be. But I'm willing to try and be. For you and Liam...For me too.

He stood up and dropped the newspaper. Just then the slight drizzle turned into a downpour. He went down the steps and pulled you into a hug. Your body trembled in his arms as tears filled his eyes.

“ I missed you so much baby.” he leaned back and kissed you.

After a few seconds you guys heard Liam cough.

He looked down at you and put his forehead on yours. “ I know what you're gonna say. But I don't care. I like how much of a cliche we are together…That's how I know it's real.”

You nodded. “ I guess you're right…Curls?”

“ Yeah sweetheart?”

“ I'm not leaving again. Not ever. Well not willfully.”

He chuckled and went to kiss you again but you put a hand on his chest.

“ Common bud, I wanna see Liam.”

He nodded and grabbed your luggage. Following you inside.

You never ran. Not when Chrissy came back crying that Jason left her and then tried to take Liam. Not when he was let go from the plant. Even when things got overwhelming when Hannah and Layla were born. When postpartum hit you like a truck. You didn't leave.

Even when things got better and the band got a record deal and he spent more time on the road than at home. You stayed and supported him. You said and did all the things a partner should. You challenged him to be better and you were honest with him. You did so much for him and the family. You took care of the house and the kids, even though you needed help. You didn't leave when he missed so many birthdays, little league games and ballet recitals.

Because you loved him and he loved you. No matter how hard or easy things were. You both showed up for each other. No matter what, you had each other's back.

Eddie hadn't been home in a few months and you never missed him more. Maybe it was because the kids were asking when he was coming back. Or maybe it was because your anniversary was coming up and you needed your anniversary kisses. Either way he was way overdue for a cuddle session.

All day you tried to focus on the daycare. And for the most part you kept it together. That was until you were about to leave for the day.

He was there. Leaning against his red BMW with his legs crossed at the ankles and hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

You could cry right now. But instead you melted seeing him smile at you.

“ Hey Mrs. Munson. Beautiful weather we're having.”

You shook your head and went to him. Giving him hugs and all the kisses you've been saving just for him.

“ Mmmmm sweetheart. Let me get you home first.”

He led you to the passenger side and opened the door. As soon as you slid in, you climbed down from cloud nine. You opened your mouth to say something when he closed the door and held up his hand.

“ Don't worry, your car will be safe here and the kids are at Paul's. It's just you and me tonight.”

You didn't make it past the living room. You were on each other as soon as the front door closed.

Eddie sighed with satisfaction. “ God I've missed you.”

“ Better have.”

He chuckled and placed a wet kiss on your cheek. “ I always miss you when I'm gone. You and the kids.”

You swallow and nod. “ So how long do we get you for?”

He hummed and pulled you to lay in his arms. “ I'm not sure. 1 or 2, maybe 3 years.”

You lifted your head and gave him a surprise look.

He grinned at you. “ The band decided we needed a break. To get back to our roots and be with our families. So we all agreed that a long vacation would do us good. Obviously, we can't just disappear for 3 years.”

“ Right.”

He reached up and tucked your hair behind your shoulder. “ Yeah. So we set it up to only do local shows a few times a month and do 9 big venues in the surrounding states. But only in the summer so I can bring you guys with me.”

You were speechless. You've been wanting to hear those words from him for a long time now. It was the best thing he had ever said to you.

You smiled softly.“The kids would love that.”

“ What about you?”

You laid your head back on his chest. “ Well I don't know. I guess I can take it or leave it.”

He gasped. “ I beg your pardon!” He then started to tickle your sides and made his way on top of you.

“ Ahhh curls! Okay okay!”

He stopped and grinned down at you.

You smiled back at him. “ I would love nothing more than for all of us to be together. I love that you're home…I miss you bud. So much.”

He nodded slightly before leaning for a kiss.

“ Mmm sooo speaking of all of us…I was thinking maybe we could work on baby 4 and 5.”

You clicked your tongue. “ Hmmm that sounds fun. Maybe pinball after?”

He chuckled lightly. “ Love then pinball?”

“ Or.” You raised a brow. “ Love and pinball?”

“ Oh you're naughty baby.”

You both grinned at each other for a moment before he got up.

“ I'll get us snacks and juice boxes.”

You laughed as he helped you up. “ I'll be down stairs beating your score.”

He smacked your bottom. “ We'll see about that “

As you stood in front of the thing that started it all you couldn't help but feel joy. The very same Grand Prix game you guys played all those years ago was now yours. Well it has been since Eddie gifted it to you as a wedding present.

You sighed happily as you took the quarter from the return slot and popped it in. The lights and music were the exact same as always.

You pulled back the spring handle and the ball was off. Whirls and dings were all too exciting. It was perfect. And in a few minutes you were almost to the high score. But then there were hands on your hips pulling you back so that you were flushed against his chest.

“ No distract-” you tried to say but cut off as you watched as the silver ball fell right between your paddles. Then you heard a slight chuckle.

“ Sorry sweetheart. You lost.”

Sighing in defeat, you turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck. “ No bud. I think I won.”

Eddie looked back and forth between your eyes and understood what you meant.

He put his forehead on yours. “ We won.”

...

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thebestpumkin · 2 months

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- title - love letters.

- pairing - yuta okkotsu x reader

- characters mentioned - Toge Inumaki, Panda, Maki Zen'in, Satoru Gojo, Rika Orimoto

- word count - 361

- summary - a valentine's day letter from your darling Yuta.

- tw - reader is referred to as pretty, mentions of food, lmk if there are any to add!

- a/n at the bottom!

- For Yuta Okkotsu's darling's eyes ONLY!! -

- Please refrain from opening until February 14th. Sorry! <3 -

Hi darling!

I know this letter must be odd, considering our daily video calls. But it is a special occasion after all! Happy Valentine's day, my love. I wish I could be there to spend it with you, but it's hard to get much time off while training over here. But I'll make it up to you, I promise.

On that note, I really really miss you, pretty. I can't wait until I can be back in your arms, and I can finally fall asleep with you again (side note: Melatonin has some side effects I do NOT recommend. I think it messed up my sleep schedule more...).

Inumaki, Panda, and Maki told me you all are going out to dinner to celebrate. Please make sure to eat well and stay hydrated! And please take lots of pictures for me. I can't wait to hear all about it during our call tonight.

Anyways...with your permission, I'd like to get a little mushy with you. Mostly, I just want to tell you how grateful I am for you. For how you've shown me just as much love as if I was there with you. It means the world to me. And well...I also wanted to tell you that I love you. A whole lot. And I really do mean it when I say I miss you. I'd do just anything to be able to wake up next to you again (despite Gojo's teasing about "whatever came the night before,") and spend today with you - every day, for that matter. And, if you'll have me, I'd love to spend Valentine's day with you properly next year. And the year after. For forever...if you'll have me. Forever...just as our souls are entwined for just as long.

I have to go now, but please know that every word written in this letter comes straight from my heart, and I'll repeat everything for you later, or as many times as you need to hear it to be able to understand just how much I love you. Thank you for everything, darling. Kisses!

Forever yours,

Yuta Okkotsu

P.S., Rika says hello!

pumkin speaks: hello, hello! hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the fact that i'm ACTUALLY writing! it's nice to get back into it. shoutout to my 6 followers who stuck it out fr. not much to say this time...except that i really really love yuta sm. hes so 😍💖💖 okay thats basically it. thanks for reading!

likes, reblogs, requests and feedback are vv appreciated! divider credits go to r0se-designs. have a nice day!

#x reader #pumkin writes #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #okkotsu yuuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #yuta x reader

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stevesjockstrap · 6 months

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send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic #17 for steddie?

things you said that i wish you hadn’t… (thank you! 😘)

Steve reached over to push down on Eddie’s bouncing knee under the table. It was making his head pound, or that could’ve been his clenched jaw from forcing himself to not go off on his dad.

“I just don’t understand where I went wrong. You were supposed to be-”

“He can be whatever he wants to be,” Eddie spat, holding eye contact with Steve’s dad as they glared at each other.

“Eds, don’t-” he started, about to say it’s not worth it because nothing would sink into his parents’ minds about this.

“No, Steve. This is all fucked. They show up out of nowhere after months? How many concussions have you had? Do they care? They think parenting is a roof over your head and a limitless credit card and then they get to control your life? Fuck that. That’s not love. I lo-” Eddie sucked in a breath and turned wide eyes back to Steve. Seeming to find the courage he needed, he squared his shoulders and looked back at his father. “I love him more than the both of you ever could.”

They all stared at each other and Steve held his breath. This had been sort of a laugh at first, when his parents had appeared back in the house and demanded they have a family dinner. He had called Robin in a panic, hoping she could come take some of the heat off of him. But she’d been stuck with her own family. She suggested he call Eddie. That had been an interesting phone call but Eddie had agreed and here they were. Eddie confessing his fake love to his parents. It had to be fake, right? Just something to mess with his parents? But he sure looked and sounded sincere…

Eddie turned his head back to him and gave him an unsure eyebrow raise. Steve just gave him a small smile, totally thrown but trying not to break character if this was the route they were going down.

Dinner wrapped up soon after that, his parents looking shellshocked and Steve feeling more confused than ever.

Eddie pulled him into the kitchen and he hissed at him, “What was that?”

He smiled sheepishly at him, grabbing his hair to hide behind like he did when he was embarrassed. All of his cocky attitude gone. Steve held his breath.

“I- oh man, I mean. Can we pretend it was just to piss off that bag of dicks? We can do that, um, if you want. Just pretend I didn’t-”

“Was it the truth?” Steve tried to keep his voice even.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and nodded a couple times. “I’m sorry. I know you’re already dealing with a lot with these assholes in town and I’m not trying to add to that, I promise. And I know I don’t deserve you and you could do so much better than me-”

“Woah, hey, what?” Steve stepped forward to pull Eddie’s hands and hair from his face so he could see him. “Don’t say that. Look at me. You really feel that way? Do I make you feel that way? Like you’re not super hot and funny and talented and like the best listener ever and you’re so good with the kids- mmph!”

Eddie pulled back from his lips to look at him for a moment and Steve cupped his jaw, slotting them together and met him in a more gentle kiss. Eddie sighed into him and he felt both of their bodies relax into each other. Hands circled his waist and he angled his head to get even closer.

They pulled back with a combined gasp a few moments later when the front door shut solidly.

“Well that worked even better than I thought.”

🖤

Do the thing

#mine #steddie #answered #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve/eddie #I always end up with pre relationships or getting together minifics?#rocknrollsalad #thanks dude ❣️#filled request

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The 5e Guide to Sex

I have been made aware of an unofficial guide for sex in dnd universe by my lovely friends over at the Zhentil Keep. And I would like to share some interesting stuff I found in said book with my dear followes.

Technical details before the fun part: book is called The 5e Guide to Sex. I couldn't find a writer. I couldn't find a publisher. When you search the name Google throws the pdf your way in case anyone of you would like to check it out yourselves. If you know more about the book, please let me know and I'll update/throw a link for credits. I am adding these to my que and in pieces so they will be dropping at the same time for the next couple of days/nights.

The Dirty Deed

Transcript is under the cut

You can have sex for a number of minutes equal to your Constitution score minus 5. Since most humans have a Constitution of 10, this means that on average they last 5 minutes in bed. This refers only to the act of sex itself, not to any foreplay (see below).

At the end of sex, you make a satisfaction check by rolling a d20 and adding the number of minutes that the sex lasted for above 5 minutes (+1 for six minutes, +2 for seven minutes, and so on). If the result is equal to or greater than your partner’s Constitution score, then your partner was satisfied. If not, then your partner was dissatisfied and may desire to continue having sex until brought to satisfaction.

If having sex with more than one NPC, you make a separate satisfaction check for each one.

Satisfied or Dissatisfied. An NPC who has been satisfied with sex is likely to be friendly to you in the future, though there is no mechanical benefit. Likewise, a partner who you fail to satisfy might be unfriendly, but again there is no mechanical distinction drawn.

Very Dissatisfied. If you fail a Satisfaction check by 5 or more, then the NPC was very dissatisfied. Their sexual partner has disadvantage on all Persuasion checks made against them for the next 1d4+1 days.

Very Satisfied. If you pass a Satisfaction check by 5 or more, then the NPC was very satisfied. Their sexual partner has advantage on all Persuasion checks against them for the next 1d4+1 days.

Marathon. At the end of an act of sex, you can choose to forgo making a satisfaction check. If you do, you have sex for another length of time equal to your Constitution score minus 5. You may repeat this any number of times. Once you decide to stop forgoing the satisfaction check, you add the total amount of minutes above 5 minutes for each act of sex and add that result to your d20 roll.

Keeping going like this is exhausting, however. Each character having sex must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw for each act of sex in an hour after the first; on a failure, the character gains a level of exhaustion.

Size Issues. If your sexual partner is two or more size categories larger or smaller than you, you have disadvantage on checks to satisfy them. Further, it is impossible for a male creature to physically penetrate a creature that is two size categories or more smaller than him without also causing great damage (1d4 bludgeoning damage per round of sex for each step of size category difference), and even creatures one size category smaller than them are at risk – for each minute of penetrative sex a larger male has with a smaller creature, that creature must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or gain 1 level of exhaustion.

Technical Details

The following applies to any creature while he or she is having sex:

You are grappled while having sex. Depending on how you are having sex, you may additionally be prone, restrained, or both. You can escape sex like you would any other grapple; your partner(s) can choose to not contest your escape attempt if they also wish to stop having sex.

You can’t concentrate on spells while having sex, unless the spell is being used directly for sex (such as the sexual application of Evard’s black tentacles, as described later in this document)

source: The 5e Guide to Sex (unofficial)

#the 5e guide to sex #Forgotten Realms #dnd #dnd lore #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dungeons & dragons #this is from an unofficial book - dont take it as canon #queue

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equinoxts2 · 4 months

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Quin's 2024 Simming Goals

It's that time again! In 2024, I would like to:

- Enjoy playing my game! I want to be less of a perfectionist about my builds (when you hate building, being told constantly that your landscaping is beautiful just adds unnecessary pressure) and add a little more levity and whimsy back into Kulo Sena. I want to fall in love with my game again, be kinder to myself and remind myself that I play and create worlds for fun, not to get a zillion likes.

- Spread more love in the community. I intend to like and comment on other simmers' gameplay posts more, for one thing - I know a lot of simmers whose games I love and who don't get as much credit for playing/worldbuilding as they do for CC. I'd also like to send more spontaneous appreciation comments through anon asks. I do that already but you can never have too much random acts of kindness.

- Give more of my sims a chance to take centre stage in storylines. For one thing, I've noticed that male sims don't often get to shine in my game, although I am healing my gender scars (slowly). Also, most of the drama happens in the headwoman's and lorekeepers' households at present, so I'd like to shift the spotlight onto a few of the other sims.

- Still in two minds about whether to share either of my hoods that are not set in the Senaverse: my solo RPG party of characters as I imagine they might be ten years later, and what was originally intended to be a Plants vs. Zombies inspired legacy but is rapidly evolving into its own thing. I like having multiple things to play while I build, and I'm having so much fun with both!

- Remind everyone here, not just myself, that the old cliche "new year, new me" is not always the best logic to follow. Sure, I'll be making some changes in 2024 - shaving my head and growing a full beard, for one thing, and maybe getting a starry sunset tattoo or something - but I'm not doing either just because it's a new year, they're things I want to do for myself anyway. The current me is enough. The same is true of all of you, simblr friends. Love yourselves, because I sure do.

And on that note: Best wishes for the year ahead!

#sims 2 #ts2 #simblr resolutions #new year resolutions #kulo sena

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pixelchills · 2 years

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Hey guys, I have a bit of sad news for you all.

I'll be taking a break from drawing again (dunno how long) because people keep reposting my art on other websites without any credit or respect to my wishes of removal or tag.

It's literally making me so upset I don't feel like posting art for a while.

I'll continue with my fic, at least my written work has still been safe from reposts. But for example, the drawings I had for my fic have not. So I've decided not to do any more drawings for the fic either until I am done with all the copyright claims I need to fill.

I might go and add some art to the chapters later if I feel like it, but right now I'll just focus on writing.

Thank you, reposters for making my love for art die :) I simply f*cking hate you.

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3na-exe · 10 months

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idk if this is okay but like ? I have some miscellaneous asks and stuff if that's alright!! and you don't have to answer all of them if you don't want, of course

- how / when did you first get into your current fandoms ?

- do you have any favorite characters and why?

- how did you make/ how do you come up with your designs for those characters?

have a nice day :>

hmm, this is kinda a hard question for me since i still kinda consider myself into a lot of the media i used to like, but i'll answer using the main ones !

funnily enough, both my ultrakill & 17776 fixations both started very recently ! ultrakill was in the beginning of february i wanna say ? i knew about the game for quite a while & i was actually a big fan of the soundtrack, before i realized "hey, i should just check out the actual game" [i remember seeing some fanart for it and it intrigued me !] i watched a playthrough, and about a week later i decided to actually get the game ! for 17776, i had heard a bit about it [mostly people talking about webcomics & talking about media that changed the way they thought about life] but around the middle of march this year i was rereading DECT & i saw 17776 in the credits and decided to check it out ! i genuinely knew nothing about it prior to reading & i think that REALLY added to the experience :3

YES i do have favourite characters ! a couple i can list off the top of my head are V1 [blue robot. good character design. kills things.] juice [he talks like me & likes lunchables, & the jupiter icy moons explorer is my favourite space probe] glados [cool voice, cool design, im Not Normal about her] GABRIEL !!! [cool design, cool colour palette, REALLY GOOD voice actor, also very not normal about him] sonic [just like me irl, blue, a hedgehog] ENA [really cool design, cool story, i like her voice actors & shes just sooo cool]- & i have lots more but they're not really coming to mind right now.

i assume 'those characters' means either my 17776 designs OR my ocs- so i'll answer both ! for my 17776 designs i looked a lot at other people's designs for inspiration & to incorporate things that i liked, i also wanted to make them very robotic & be at least semi-accurate to the actual space probe designs. their outfits were a mixture of fashion that i enjoy & what i think they would actually wear. for my ocs its pretty much the same, except more self-indulgent i feel ? i look for inspiration from other people's designs and ocs, then implement what i like and add on to it. outfits are usually chosen from what i actually wear & things that i wish i could wear :3 !

#ahh this post is long but hopefully i answered ur questions well anon !!#ty for the ask :3 #ask-txt #I FORGOT I HAVE AN ASK TAG

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fainthedcherry · 9 months

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2023 ARTFIGHT STUFF!!!! CREDITS TO CHARACTERS FIRST, DESC LATER!!

1ST IMAGE TOP. Azar belongs to my friend @uncannyarts !!! This piece was actually a revenge piece, as Uncanny was the only person who's attacked me this year!! (honestly glad kinda of bc I wouldn't of been able to probs revenge a buncha people this year xD)

^Plus their attack was LINELESS SO I HAD TO NO U THEM BACK OFC W/ A VECTOR.

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2ND IMAGE BOTTOM LEFT. Surgat belongs to @nblemons !!!! (hopefully you don't mind a tag, if you do, I'm SO sorry!!)

This one was my first attack bc I was waiting to draw this one in my bookmarks. xD

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3RD IMAGE BOTTOM RIGHT. Twixt belongs to fairyhaven13 !!

I used washi tape for the cool holo bits on the chara, as I knew I had 0 chance to make THAT w/ some cheap ink. The moment I'll have more money I'll get more ink for that type of stuff. xD

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I GOTTA SAY. I AM MIIILDLY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF, LOL. If I would've made one last piece, then I could've hit the half, like I planned to this year. I wanted to make 4 attacks, instead of 3 buut- just like my friend said, "everything that could go wrong, went wrong for you in July" sdflkdsgdsgo FAX HART. FAX. But oh well!! At least I got out of bed at all to even draw tbh in that month. It was so bad for me LOL

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I finally felt motivated for another social media post!! I got quite a bit to post soon again, as I lately started to feel my motivation return so I draw faster!! I couldn't finish the 4th piece in time as at the time there I was stuck quite in some burnout with myself AND my art, but on the art-side it's healed for sure!! :w;

I don't got much to add, other than, I wish I would've had more time and less mental issues in July LOL. With that, time to make a million tags magically appear LÖSDFGLPÖDSG

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So I have a few NYRs, which I might get into later, but I wanna talk about two right now!

One is actually a recycled NYR. I didn't do a very good job last time lmao. I've talked about this before, but I grew up in an environment were donations of time and money were highly encouraged, but taking any credit for it was highly discouraged. There are a lot of reasons for that, some of them complicated, but I'll leave it at that. As a result, I have made regular donations to various charities, but have always done so anonymously.

That said, I was donating to one a couple years ago (an... abortion fund, maybe?) and when I marked the box to give anonymously, a little pop-up came up that basically said, y'know, maybe reconsider? I know a lot of people think it's more virtuous not to take "credit" for charitable giving, but studies actually show that visible giving encourages others to follow suit. It spreads awareness of specific causes, reminds others to give, and -- well, I guess the psychological effect is to have people be like "wow, that person is a good person for giving. I also wish to be good, so I will also give."

Visible giving is contagious, is what I'm getting at.

And so I was sitting there thinking, like... Okay, so what is actually more important to me? Being "humble" and giving on the DL, or actually getting charities more donations? Being frank with you, it's the latter. So I've been trying to be more open about my giving habits.

That said, I've gotta admit that this has been a remarkably difficult habit for me to break. It's so, so hard for me to be like "HEY GUYS, GUESS WHAT I DID TODAY?" It makes me feel like an asshole who wants to look benevolent on the backs of the needy, and I hate it!

But... that's why I made it a NYR to be much more transparent about my giving habits. I'm not going to tell everyone specific dollar amounts or anything, but I do want to be clear about what I'm doing when I'm doing it. Maybe I'll be lucky and it'll encourage others to give as well.

So I'm going to try harder to do that this coming year, but I'm also going to be working in another NYR.

I know this was a silly jokey tumblr poll, but I actually love a lot of the options. I might end up doing a few. But the one I wanna talk about here is making a donation to a charity that one of your favorite characters would give to. I love that idea. It's so fun and also forces you to consider good causes you might not otherwise think about. So I really want to do that in 2024.

So... here's how I usually donate. I have a few charities that I give a small amount to every month. A lot of charities really like this because then they have regular money coming in that they can rely on. I also usually give to another cause at least once during that month. Sometimes it can be related to something going on that month (like queer causes in June) and sometimes it can be something related to a current crisis (like disaster relief) and sometimes it's just random.

This year I'm going to be adding the character charity! So that means each month I'll have my regular donations, my one-time donation, and a character donation. At the beginning of each month, I'll plug my three regular donations (might add one or two more depending on finances) and whatever I've decided the character donation to be. At some point during the month, I'll also talk about whatever that one-time donation is. I tend to decide at the end of the month, unless some crisis has happened in the meantime. That allows me to leave money in case of... well, crises. lmao

I'll make a separate post on January 1st so it's not at the end of a wall of text, but my three regular donations are to Philabundance (an organization that feeds the hungry here in Philadelphia), Immigration Equality (an organization that helps LGBTQ and/or HIV+ people immigrate and apply for asylum), and my local community fridge. (Not linking to this because it would out my neighborhood, but I'm sure you have one near you that you can donate to.)

For my first character, I chose my very beloved Guillermo de la Cruz, everyone's favorite vampire-loving vampire slayer from What We Do In The Shadows. There were a lot of directions to go with this (I seriously considered a blood drive, lmao) but I think in the end I'm going to go with the Boys and Girls Clubs of America for my January donation.

In s4 of WWDITS, we found out that Guillermo had been raised by a single mom who had to work a lot throughout his childhood, making him feel really lonely and forcing him to grow up far too fast. (And arguably making him more than a little weird and codependent.) He was really focused on making sure that Baby Colin never had to raise himself the way he had, and he wanted to make sure that Colin had good support, a safe and loving home, and proper socialization with other kids his own age.

So I think choosing an organization designed to support kids coming from home lives that are less than ideal would be something he'd like. They create safe spaces for kids to learn, grow, and socialize, and they provide mentorship opportunities to kids who need adult support that they're not getting at home.

(I'm actually making a donation to them now as they're having a donation doubling drive through the end of the year, but I think December 27th is close enough to January. lmao. Let's not get bogged down in semantics.)

I'll post about this again on the 1st because I want to get into that habit, but... yeah! If anyone else wants to do this with me, just lmk. I'd love to hear about the character causes you're supporting, too. If you decide to donate to any of the causes I link throughout the year, I also want to hear about that! I'd love to know that my posts are helping people.

#and I'll tag them... hmm...#just 'charitable giving' ig #charitable giving

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Well, I want to know something that I don't know who to tell, I'll give you a context so you understand:

The system discovered that previously we were just one person (a singlet) but some time later in the 5-7 years of the body we emerged as fragment headmates, and we remember very well that there was no traumatic event (so it can be said that we were a median system formed by fragments of endogenic origin) but time passed in the 9 years of the body we went through a trauma that affected the system to the point that made everyone become a complete headmate. And I'll add more things for context, in the 4th year of our body we suffered an accident, we suffered a trauma at the age of 9, and we always go through stressful situations because of the symptoms of possible autism and the ""symptoms"" of ""dissociative disorder" "

And I wanted to know if with this information we can:

Being a TraumaEndo system and whether we can have a Dissociative Disorder?

I definitely think you can call yourself trauma-endo. That one's pretty simple. The dissociative disorder part is a bit tricky. I can't diagnose you or anything, but I can tell you what I personally think.

If you're going off the Theory Of Structural Dissociation, and if you're being a real stick-in-the-mud about it, you could argue that 9 years old is too late for a complex dissociative disorder to form.

However! There's a lot to consider here.

First off, the most glaringly obvious thing to note is that there's... no guarantee that the ToSD is even correct. It's a theory. Granted, it's a very well-researched and respected theory. But there's so little we know about the brain and crucial early milestones that I feel like developmental psychology is akin to deep-space astronomy: we know enough to make a good guess, but it's never going to be perfect.

Though, secondly, let's play devil's advocate. Despite giving the theory credit where credit is due, how do we know that 9 years old is a hard limit? Well! We don't. Some people have even suggested the age limit is higher than usual for individuals with certain neurodivergences, namely autism and similar things.

So, third... this is just my opinion, but I don't think plurality as a whole can be encompassed by research papers and people with doctorates. I think, at the end of the day, it's just "me, myself, and I" (perhaps maybe a bit too literally), which means you know yourself much better than anyone else will. Ever.

All this to say, if you feel like you may have a dissociative disorder, I think it's reasonable to say it's definitely possible. Honestly, I'd give you the same advice I'm giving right now if you had said you weren't sure if you developed something at, like, 23 years old. Because I'm not you, and this isn't a clinical setting we're talking about.

Anyways, I hope this made any sense? It's 4:00 in the morning haha. I wish you peace and happiness in your self discovery journey! Please come back if you have anything else :)

🖤💜💙💚💛

#answered #long post #plural advice #did #did osdd #cdd #complex dissociative disorder

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mizumiii · 2 years

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Being More - Bonus IV

Desha x Fem!Reader

First - Previous - Table of contents

Credit : Oreskis

Hello ! The two next bonuses are working together. You can still read them as a two-shots, or read them from the first one or the entire fic Welcome too. ^^

I hope you'll enjoy your reading ! I'll explain some more things at the end ;)

The joy had run out, and now he was left with only doubt and an infinite void in his chest. Did he really know what he was doing? Was he doing the biggest mistake of his life? Was it too late to undo it? Desha scratched his chest, upon his heart, as if he could simply tear it out to stop the pain coming from it. However, he had chosen it. The less he could do now was to keep it together. But it was hard, so terribly hard.

And each time he was closing his eyes, he would see her eyes. Monstrous, blood-thirsty eyes, condemning and resentful eyes glaring back at him.

“Desha ?” A soft and loving voice called him from under the blankets. “Are you not sleeping ?”

“It’s nothing, love, go back to sleep”, he hesitated to add something else but it was still too soon for him to express his thoughts.

“I will, when I’m sure you’re okay.”

The king scoffed lightly when noticing your messy hair and your sleepy face staring at him with a remarkable will despite your obvious exhausted state.

“I am okay, now sleep”, he tried while tousling your hair.

“I’m the one who decides that”, you pouted grabbing his head before pulling him in your arms with surprising strength.

Desha was a willing victim and ended up laying in your arms, then you caught him in a bear hug, making it for him impossible to escape. Your behaviour made him laugh, and he decided to settle like this, enjoying your warmth and the blankets’.

“Don’t fret”, you finally said in an already half-sleeping voice, “everything will be fine.”

“Please guys let me train with you !”

“I am sorry Y/N but I do not have a death wish”, Captain politely declined.

“I’m begging you ! I’ll go crazy if I spent one more day doing nothing !”

“You know I can’t go against the king’s wish.”

“B-but…”, you tried to coax him with an adorable and pitiful pout.

“It’s still no.”

“Tch.”

You gave up and turned toward Ouken who was trying to discreetly pass behind without you noticing him.

“Ouken, don’t try to flee like that !”

“I’m in a hurry ! I have a mission really urgent in town !” He also declined.

You felt an overwhelming rage go through you before letting you shiver and your eyes began to water against your will.

“I hate all of you !” You shouted before running away in a very dramatic way.

“How long do we have to endure it again ?” Captain asked Ouken.

Desha had never thought it was so difficult. He had not realised that it was not automatic, and such a toll it would take on the both of you. Each failure had broken you a bit more, until around a year later you both finally succeded. However, it was only the beginning of everything.

Until finally…

“Here, you can take her”.

The day when the nurse finally tried to give him his daughter came. At that moment, he did not even dare to breathe, terrified by this little body. She was crying a bit, looking desperate in that man’s careful and skilled hands.

“Can’t you take care of her ?” He asked back to the nurse, still not making any move and his eyes widening because of his unfathomable request.

“I could, but you’ll do a far better job than me”, he said equally.

Desha looked at you, but you were already half-sleeping, exhausted by the hours of hard work you had to go through to deliver safely your baby. You had held her for her first feed, but your state did not allow you to keep her safely on you.

“Why ? You’re the nurse, not me.” He finally looked back at the man.

“And you’re her father, not me.”

The words, really direct even if not said with any kind of anger or judgment, made Desha realize what was happening. That little thing was his, and her life was closely linked to his, her joy, well-being, every part, was relying on him. It was almost overwhelming, but the beauty of it was far greater. It was beyond anything he had experimented with being king. His people could feed themselves, can be happy without him, but not her.

He hesitantly extended his arms and the nurse carefully and gently guided him on how to carry the baby in the right way for her to be well and safe.

“Be sure to always support her neck”, he advised Desha, “you’re doing a great job.”

The man was still not overemotional, but his last sentence made the king feel better, and even lighter. He was sitting on a chair close to you, and now your daughter was resting on his bare chest. He was really stiff and awkward, but he was now unable to advert his gaze from his little baby. She had instantly calmed down as if she was already recognizing him. Her breathing was so quiet that he was scared that she would stop at any moment. The worse was that with his giant body he was sure he would end up hurting her. However, the nurses’ words helped him a great deal to trust in himself.

“I’ll let you be now. They just both needed rest, they worked hard. I will come back in the evening.”

Desha nodded, his throat tightening at the thought of being left alone with her baby’s safety, but he also wanted to be up to the task. Once the nurse had left, he basked in that beautiful, ephemeral sight of his little girl.

“My daughter…”, he quietly called out.

It was his new favourite word in the whole world.

“Are you sure?”

“As much as the last tenth time you asked it, brother”, Despa answered, annoyed.

Desha looked at his baby daughter sleeping in her cradle. As soon as his younger brother had come to see her, he had asked him to check if she had any sign of godlike powers. He had to be sure! Even if for now she looked totally human, he was afraid that she still could grow differently. But, Despa had not foreseen their younger brother's immortality, so there still was a slight possibility that she could grow unexpected skills one day or another.

“I was young back then”, Despa tried to ease Desha, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “I am sure of my skills now, Marika is an ordinary human girl as she can be when being the daughter of a king.”

“If it’s only that, I can live with it…”

Desha’s eyes had not left his daughter, as if he was afraid that she could change or disappear if he diverted his gaze even for a second.

“You need to pull it together,” Despa finally advised him, “Y/N and Marika need you.”

“I know. I will not let them down”, Desha swore. “I will do anything for them.”

“Daddy is the most handsome man in the whole world !” A young three years old girl proudly claimed while clinging to Desha.

He looked quite embarrassed and awkward about the whole demonstration but obviously could not bring himself to stop her from climbing on him as if he was a big plush. Meanwhile, you were lazily half sitting half laying on a big chair while watching your husband and daughter cuddling together.

“How come I am not even jealous ?” You wondered out loud. “She has such great taste.”

“I’m more concerned about how she knows that kind of words”, Desha sighed while realising that he had now two people ready to nag him with lots of love.

“She’s just really smart, I’m proud of you Marika !” You said with a dotting face.

The little girl had long and curly black hair, very much like her father’s. Her eyes were dark like his too, but the rest of her face was human. She had almost all her little teeth, and her mouth looked normal. Her skin was light pink and her size was also quite average. However, she was really sharp and had understood very soon that her daddy was concerned about her appearance so she always behave the most childishly she could.

“Nice try mummy, but I won’t share daddy with you”, the little girl slyly let you know.

“Caugh in your own game, eh !” Desha loudly laughed at your disappointed face.

“Again! Again!”

Desha frowned, before making his lightning lighten the room. He was not really fond of showing off his godlike skills, especially in front of Marika. But she looked so happy and thrilled by it that he could just not reject her eager asks. However, he was still a bit afraid that seeing it too much would trigger something in her, or make her want to be like this too.

“Ok now it’s time to sleep”, he ordered.

Marika wained, before putting her blanket on the top of her head, then she put it out one last time with an admirative look.

“You’re amazing daddy!”

“There’s nothing amazing about it”, he denied, looking suddenly gloomy.

“I still think you are”, she insisted with the honesty of a four-year-old girl.

He wry smiled before tousling her hair so similar to his.

“Good night my beloved daughter.”

“Good night Daddy!”

Just before passing the door, he whispered a gloomy sentence without thinking “I hope you’ll never become like me…”

“I forbid you from learning how to fight !” Desha loudly yelled at a now five-year-old and almost crying Marika.

He had found her training with the guards, a sword in hand and a couple of scratches on her tiny arms. His worries were totally clouding his mind, making it for him impossible to think straight.

“You do not need it!”

“But I want to !” She cried back, looking furious.

“Enough! Go back to your room! And let the sword here!”

“AAAAAH!” Marika loudly yelled while throwing the blade on the ground.

“Marika? Marika!”

But the young girl had already left to run into her bedroom while Desha stayed frozen and enraged at her behaviour. He had not thought one moment that the situation would worsen so quickly, since he had forbidden her in the first place, only out of worry for her well-being. But another thought had corrupted the rest, if she begin to learn how to fight maybe she would be tainted by it, maybe it would awaken some god’s parts in her.

“I am sorry, King Desha”, Captain apologized, his head down.

He currently was feeling like shit for not having predicted that the king would not agree to such a thing. Since everybody around her knew how to fight, it had not seemed strange for him that Marika would undergo the same path.

“Not a word”, Desha ordered coldly, hardly succeeding in keeping his anger to himself.

The father knew that he was not acting right, but for the first time, he was in front of a difficult situation where his authority was challenged by his child, while his worries seemed totally legitimate to him. He finally left the place, still undecided about what to do about the situation.

Meanwhile, Marika was crying on her bed, cursing his father for forbidding her what she was seeing as really important. A moment later, a knock at her door was heard.

“It’s your uncle Ouken”, the man's voice came through. “Can I come in?”

“... Yes…”

Marika sniffed and wiped half her tears and snot with her sleeve while he was entering her room.

“I heard about the whole commotion”, he admitted while coming to sit beside her.

“Daddy is so mean”, she whinged still half crying. “I just want to be able to protect mummy’s baby…”

“It is a very noble intention”, Ouken warmly acknowledged. “Still, I guess that your daddy thinks that he is the one who need to protect you three, soon four.”

“But he is too busy with his king things”, she cleverly pointed out, her eyes shining, “he is the king so it’s normal. So I have to be stronger to help him.”

“Maybe you should explain to him what you think.”

“He doesn’t want to listen to me…” Marika pouted, feeling down again.

“Do not worry, I know my brother, he will listen to you.”

“Really ?”

“Yeah.”

Marika jumped in her uncle’s arms, feeling already relieved by his words. And no longer after he had left her room, she indeed get her father’s visit.

“Don’t worry Daddy, you can help me protect mummy and the baby too”, she allowed him with a huge smile.

Desha froze at those words, and his dark thoughts instantly vanished from his mind in front of such genuine and gentle concern.

“Thank you, my daughter… Thank you…”

As you can guess, the next bonus will be about little Marika and the new addition to the Underworld's family ;) In those bonuses, Y/N is less present, so I hope you'll like it anyway ^^

Also it's a bit less self-indulging, but to excuse myself, I just had a baby myself so I'm experiencing how hard it is, and I have a hard time writing about it.

The last thing, I wanted to talk about the OCs name, like Marika. Since ROK's author chose a mythological name for Desha (Hadès) and Satun (Saturn) I did the same. For those who remember in Welcome, there's Janu (Jupiter or Jove) and his son Anetha (Athena), and here Marika is Makaria, Hades's daughter. There are a lot of interesting things in Latin or Greek mythology and ranking of kings, so do not hesitate to check it out!

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To state that this is only a test would be inaccurate. However, it is something of an experimentation of sorts. Mona's boundaries tend to be non-negotiable, as formidable as an iron wall, and as she makes her way to the kitchen, bare feet padding along the wooden floors, she wishes to see how comfortable she finds herself when such boundaries are rearranged, formed anew, in the shifting nature of their relationship. To venture out of her room in such an unclothed state is unheard of; bare legged, an old and loose sleep shirt draped over the modest shape of her breasts in a manner that leaves little to the imagination, the hem brushing against the curve of her rear.

❝ Good morning. ❞ Thus far, she feels brave. Confident. Comfortable in her steps as her palm rests against his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder in greeting.

❝ I'll set the table... do we have any fruit? ❞ She inquires, all innocence and business, even as she glances over her shoulder for confirmation before rising up on her toes to reach up to the higher cabinets that require her to stretch just so, the hem of her shirt rising and revealing a tantalizing bit of rounded flesh, clad in black, lace trimmed undergarments.

His morning are routines and normally routines grind his gears, but this specific routine has easily found a way to warm itself into his good graces. It does indeed have something to do with a specific someone, but shh. Tetsuya doesn't need to slumber, he need not sleep, since he does not tire. Fatigue is only a word he knows by definition, not from personal experience. Should he sleep or allow himself such a humanlike thing it is but by a whim of his, nothing more or less. Nothing grand nor special. Because of this fact he's always the one who's up and about in Mona's apartment, which he happens to be occupying and sharing with her... something he does not mind anymore. Aside from getting used to it his relationship with her has also come to change, to evolve. The wanderer did not sleep last night as per usual, and he's already making his way into the kitchen, along his path brainstorming what it is he should be making for breakfast. Not so much for himself, but for a certain astrologist who's still slumbering away in her room. But, if it's something he wouldn't mind eating then that's a plus, but lets be real here he's the one making the meal, so of course he won't mind because it's his cooking. It's his own culinary design, his own genius.

Tetsuya always beats the sun, he's up way before it decides to take a peek of the day. As the self-appointed chef of this household, he's the reason Mona has stopped her ridiculous and quite unhealthy, might he add, salad diet. If it can even be called and regarded as a diet in the first place, honestly that woman. He can almost hear one of her rants, seldom they are now, but oh how he can hear them. That they were satisfying enough even though her stomach would rumble a storm moments later, that they were light on the spending, and all matters of dumb things that could just easily be disregarded as stubborn excuses. To her credit, the salads were and are still cheap, but she is human, she is fragile, and she must take care of herself. Humans are so sensitive after all. Once Tetsuya has made up his mind on what to make he molds this kitchen as his personal private chambers, knowing the ins and outs of it like he's been here forever, like the back of his hand. Northen Smoked Chicken paired and accompanied nicely by white steamed rice as its faithful companion, not just a serving or two but a couple of servings to last two days as leftovers. He claims the ingredients and gets right to it, he's no doubt that the smell of his delicious cooking will rouse that sleeping beauty with the moonlit kissed eyes to awaken eventually, it has happened before, he knows how this works. Again... routine, one he does not mind. He multitasks in between the making of this fine and succulent dish to spare himself plenty of time, firing up the main protein to the strongest blaze whilst expertly monitoring it so it does not overcook and burn whilst the rice steams on another pot and he chops up vegetables, mincing them into small pieces. Tomato chunks, onion rings, pumpkin slices he intends to steam and soak up into the liquid used to cook up the protein, potato bits which he intends to do the very same thing he has in mind for the pumpkin. When he cooks he makes feasts, not meals.

It goes without saying, but his hands are full in midst of the finalization process, but he hears Mona's door open even with all of this going on. Mona is a heavy sleeper, Tetsuya has come to learn that. She's not a morning person if she can so help it, so he takes great pride in knowing that his cooking is so good that she simply must break that diehard habit of hers. He does not turn to greet her properly even when he knows she's already in the kitchen and so close to him. Even when she walks up to him, touches him, and in her own shy manner bestows upon him affection that he is unknowingly sore for in general, it is a feeling that rouses deep from within him that he wishes not to acknowledge nor dissect at this time, at this moment. It is not that he's trying to be rude or give her a hard time out of a whim of his, his hands are simply tied at the moment that's all. He has a meal to finish, which to his credit it's almost done. In passing he also does note that the sun is finally coming up as well, a statement of the time he took to make this. "Morning to you, my star." He replies at last, busying himself with serving the food on bowls and plates. "You're up early," he knows why, but he points it out on purpose as a form of pat to his back for being the culprit of that. Well, his food, but regardless food made by him.

His relationship with Mona, his involvement with her started standard enough even if perhaps the circumstances themselves were not of the norm. He started as her roommate who she reluctantly let into her home thanks to a certain traveler and if you had asked him then if he thought they had a chance then he would have laughed and said there were some screws loose in that head of yours and called you ridiculous for even considering such a thing. Like this morning routine, in the months he's been with her, she too wormed herself into his good graces, he grew attached to her and her prideful ways which were almost reflections of his own. They annoyed by extension, but somehow, somewhere, he's uncertain of where, he grew charmed by them instead. None of this was planned, of course not, but he's almost five hundred years old and he knows how these things work, aside from them being in books, he's seen them happen before his very eyes in all manners of ways. Neither did she plan on this apparently, for them to date. Sure, the road here wasn't a straight line, it wasn't flowers and pastels, it was rocky with hiccups along the way, but he supposes that's to expect from individuals like them. It's no light statement to say that they are both figuring things out as they go, mainly her who's experience is limited to put it nicely. It did surprise him when that truth came to light to him mainly because she is a rather beautiful woman, he's not blind he can admit that much, but he can only assume it's because of how she is, having her priorities elsewhere and not concerning herself in such matters of the heart... which he can respect as well. She's shrouded in mystery even now that they're dating, that sentiment is probably reflected by her as well... he thinks it just adds to the fun, but that's just him. Something different.

"We do," he answers her question, reaching for a wash cloth to dry off his hands after he's quickly rinsed them. Vegetables and fruit with ride and protein, good, she's getting a healthy appetite, the wanderer approves. He places the wash cloth down and turns his attention towards her at last. "What sort of fruit do... you... " His words trail off into silence amidst the presence of someone who can challenge Aphrodite, the goddess herself green of envy and he slowly red at the face from accumulating heat. Has she been in this state of dress- no, more like state of undress this entire time? Where are her clothes? That shirt hardly counts as such a thing, it isn't covering anything, it's not leaving anything up to his imagination either. She is a walking feast for the eyes and he's the one who's shamelessly eating it all up. It is no news to him that Mona has healthy and well taken care of legs, she sports them in her everyday, but he can't say he's ever seen them bare and it's the first trait that catches his attention, makes his eyes stray away from her beautiful face glazed in obtuse innocence. Her legs look strong, healthy, her creamy skin teasing the softness of the muscle she has built in them, and her thighs, oh her thighs. They're a testament to her hard work on them, complimenting the dip of her body and curve of her hips. He's no doubt those feel marvelous to the touch, to squeeze and caress, to do all matters of things to. Oh the things he could do to show his appreciation. The things he wants to get away with, but she teases him so, that much is obvious especially with the black lace that peeks from the shirt that hitches up so slightly to showoff the curve of her a-.

"... Peaches," he suddenly says, his eyes forgetting that her eyes are up on her face and not on her ass. He has to make quite the valiant effort to look away, ripping his gaze to give her some self-respectable eye contact. "There's uh, peaches if you want fruit?" He attempts to make sense of the single word he, apparently, seems to have spouted on impulse alone now that he's fully registered it. Why did he even suggest peaches? Why was that the fruit that suddenly sprung at the forefront of his mind? He does not understand. Don't tease me, he thinks to himself, knowing too well that if he simply has his way he'll only make this another hiccup between them, but if so why is she doing this? Is she trying to test him? Mona is not stupid, she's quite smart, her brain is as big as that-.

(Stop thinking about her ass!)

... It's right there.

"Mona," his tone is already accusatory, but then he thinks such things like these she knows very little about... right? She's so inexperienced there's certainly no way she's trying him, daring him. For all he knows she's just... comfortable this way even if his brain is translating this as a challenge. She gets spooked by a mere kiss to the hand, he can not even fathom how she'll react if he tries anything else. It would make sense that she's just comfortable, this is her space after all even if he is in it now. He'll give her the benefit of the doubt that she's not challenging him instead. "I'll um, chop some slices of those to add to the meal." He declares, his eyes straying down for a quick second glance for his eyes to feast before he forces them away again. Okay, okay fine! He'll look but he won't touch... for now.

#starsdescent #inquiries.#starsdescent; star.#in character.#act iii: wanderer.#suggestive cw #food cw #miss ma'am??? awraxawraxa

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