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lovelybrooke · 7 months

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Yandere Gojo and Getou x reader headcanons

I haven't completely finished the manga, very far behind in fact (Chapter 93), so please no spoilers. But I wanted to write something about these two because they are so yandere coded its insane (also because I wanted to see something involving them that wasn't smut). I'm letting you guys decide if this is platonic/romantic.

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Gojo and Getou believe they are better than everyone else, they're stronger than everyone, smarter than everyone. It was a well-known fact that both of them thought this way. So, it's why so many of their peers thought it was weird their best friend wasn't a sorcerer.

You were a pretty normal person. You went to a normal school, had a normal part time job, even had a pretty normal family. In truth, neither of the two could remember how they met you. It's almost like they blocked out their life before all of you were together. Maybe it was when you were their server at a cafe they loved to frequent after missions. Or when you bumped into them while trying to get to school on time. Or when they were hanging around your neighborhood for what they said was "work." Either way, what's obvious is the two can't get enough of you.

When you officially become their friends, they both make the decision not to tell you about their lives as sorcerers. They know you'll probably resent them for it in the future, but it's the best way to ensure your safety. They couldn't risk you getting mingled in with any potential curses that would want to get at them. Even if anything tried to kill you, they'd obliterate them without a second though.

You sometimes question how they both know so much about you, and they honestly think it's the cutest thing ever. Neither of them tries to hide their less savory tendencies, why would they? You're their best friend, of course they'd want to share clothes with you, and go to school events that they weren't invited to with you, and bad talk your other friends right in front of your face. It's what comes with being friends with them, you should expect it by now.

While both of them are similar in many ways, there are aspects that each of them has that are purely their own. Gojo is mysterious in a lot of ways, acting dumb about a lot of things only for his demeanor to instantly change if you or Geto are threatened. You don't know if you should be afraid of him or not, but something about Gojo says it doesn't really matter.

Getou, on the other hand, is sometimes less scary than Gojo. He teases you less, doesn't agree with Gojo's ridiculous ideas as often, and, at least for a while, is more emotionally available than Gojo. It's not that Gojo doesn't care about you, but he isn't as good at dealing with emotions when compared to Geto. However, it sometimes feels as though Geto sees right though you, right into your soul. Even when you try your best to hide something from him, he knows what you are really feeling, sometimes a little too well.

Gojo and Getou don't always see eye to eye about you. Sometimes, especially after though missions, arguments spark up about you. The more obsessed he grows, the more Gojo wants to tell you about curses and Jujutsu sorcerers as a whole. Getou doesn't think this is safe however, believing that it instantly put you at risk. Gojo says they can protect you, while Getou reminds him you're weak, and they you'll always be at risk if you know the truth. Their arguments never lead everywhere, it only leads them back to you.

After the situation with Riko, you notice a large shift in your relationship with the two. You no longer see them as much, but when you do, they're rarely together. In a way, it's like their personalities swapped. Gojo became more reserved as Getou became more hateful. He suddenly started talking about people like they were a disease, not even trying to hide it from you. It put a huge strain on your relationship, even when he'd hug to tight and swear to you that you were different from them, you were better.

Getou disappears soon after that. Gojo becomes closer with you, often to the point of feeling suffocating. You've always had a feeling that Gojo knew what happened to his dear friend, and chose to keep it from you, for whatever reason. But regardless, you both feel the strain caused by Getou's absence, and it damages the last bit of a friendship you had with Gojo. After graduating, you left, needing to leave, needing a break. Gojo tried to convince you to stay, but you had your mind set.

Today, you were much older, both of you were much older. You don't remember much from your time with Gojo, but oh boy, did he remember you. He often when though his favorite moments with you in his head, whenever he needed a moment of peace. He regrets letting you leave. So, when he hears you're moving back home, he couldn't be happier. He won't let you leave him this time, he stronger now, he can protect you better.

When you do move back home years later, you meet up with Gojo. It's fun, he's happy and boisterous, and you don't think you've laughed as much as you did when you first back up with him. Though, you couldn't help but feel like someone, or something, was watching you. It was familiar, but terrifying at the same time.

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A/n: Sorry that the ending sucked I didn't know how to end this. I would love asks for jjk but just keep in mind that I'm not that far in (chapter 93)

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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tethered-heartstrings · 8 months

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Hi sorry if I'm bothering you, I just had a question? I noticed that in season three (the first part, with the Italian names) (Italian is my first language) the names are out of order. Like, S3E2 being called "Primavera" (Spring) aside, we have "Appetizers" "Second course" "Apéritif" "Side dish" "Sweets" and "Digestive". And that's not the usual order?

You usually have Apéritif late afternoon/early evening, then you sit at the dinner table and the courses are: Appetizers, Main Course (which is replaced by Spring, but I enjoy the allegory), Second Course with Sides, Sweets and lastly Digestive (or coffee lol).

So yeah I was wondering if you knew whether there was any reason for this change?

Again sorry to bother, also I love you blog. Thank you very much and have a nice day :)

omg you aren’t bothering me at all this is a great question!

Let me start off by saying I do not know Italian, but I have some ideas as to the naming schematic.

“Apéritif” is the first episode of season one, and from what I looked up, an apéritif is an alcoholic drink used to stimulate the appetite. As it is the first episode of the show, it is meant to entice an audience to watch the rest of the show, so it makes sense that this episode is enticing the appetite of the viewer. Also, the first glimpse we get of Hannibal in this episode is him eating a meal, and as the titular character who has a particular appetite, we are kind of appealing to his appetite as well. And the first meeting he has with Will also indirectly stimulates his appetite and interest in Will as a person and his involvement with the GJH case and his decisions to intervene. Hannibal wanting to “see what would happen” is his appetite being stimulated. “Apéritif” is also a French word derived from Latin “aperire” which means “to open” which makes a lot of sense as it is the opening of the entire show.

The first episode of season 3, “Antipasto” makes sense as it is the first course of a meal, and thus the first episode of the season. “Secondo” I take to mean a second course, so pretty straight forward.

I wonder if “Apertivo” (aka appetizer) is next because we kind of go back in time a bit to Will being in the hospital and truly seeing how thing occurred, and not his hallucination with Abigail being alive. Like going back “before” the meal. We also see Will back in Hannibal’s kitchen, going back to where everything went down, but there is a peace there as if it was before it all happened. And Abigail is there, too. Granted, Will “knows” she is dead now, but it still feels like before when she was alive. Like Will is trying to take little pieces of life before, little bites of something more savory than the reality he is in. It is also before Will really confronts Hannibal again, seeing and talking to him directly. So maybe the use of “appetizer” is more of this episode and events in it happening before other things. The events of this episode happening before the “meal” episodes as it goes back in time a little bit.

While “Dolce” and “Digestivo” are in the “correct” order, I still want to talk about them. “Dolce” meaning sweet is so perfect because of the Uffizi Gallery scene, because it is so tender and perfect. And “Digestivo” is also perfect, because digestives are supposed to aid in digestion, and Hannibal was planning to eat Will. And not only could it be interpreted as literally helping the meal digest, but also the aftermath of having killed and eaten Will, having to digest the reality that not only is Will dead, but that Hannibal killed him. And that Will’s flesh is finite, and eventually there will be nothing left of him, and soon even the taste of him, the feel of him between his teeth, will be lost to Hannibal, nothing more than a memory.

I also found that bitter digestifs contain carminative herbs intended to aid in digestion. There are a lot of herbs that fall into this category, but two of them being parsley and thyme, which are herbs in the soup Hannibal spoon fed to Will while he was drugged prior to his head being cut open. Hannibal even says the soup is “more for my sake than yours,” after Will comments on how it isn’t very good. And I know that it technically happens in “Dolce” but the end of “Dolce” and beginning of “Digestivo” overlap and blur together a bit like they do. And in “Digestivo”, Will even comments on how he doesn’t have Hannibal’s “appetite”, thus tying it all in together a bit.

As a side note, I also love “Primavera” meaning spring, because this episode is another stage of Will’s becoming and his growth, shedding an old skin. We see a new perspective of what happened in “Mizumono”, and I think “Spring” is a very fitting title for this episode!

thank you for this ask and hope you have a nice day as well!!

#and THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK BTW this did not bother me at all #these are the kinds of asks i love #the ones that get my brain thinking #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #dolce #digestivo #antipsto #aperitif #hannibal meta #murder husbands #hannigram #hannigram meta #anonymous #the curious clown

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shadowwolflady · 2 months

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Shiro Headcanons

First and foremost,

Shiro is a WARRIOR. He does not simply LEAVE the battle field. I REFUSE to believe he simply accepted his civilian role.

He HAS to be put back into action. Even if that means commanding voltron or piloting black. Domestic life does NOT suit him.

Look at his Garrison days, he was constantly pushing limits and himself. I refuse to believe he will just STOP. I refuse to believe he just accepts things so easily, especially things he can change.

As much as I love that he wound up with Curtis, I don't think it will last. It was a trauma bond. Curtis is a rando imo. We don't know a lot about Curtis either, which makes this tougher.

Shiro is going to go through immense withdrawals and PTSD. He needs a crap ton of help and support.

Ptsd is trying and breaks relationships. I have seen it. It is not fun. It changes people, it makes them not who they were.

Okay. Rant over.

General

• Dad and big brother energy

• Semi smart jock energy.

• Protective of his family

• Willing to throw down for his family

• Will resort to violence when pushed.

• Will not be the one to throw the first punch, honorable for the other to throw the first blow.

• He is not above pulling someone away from an argument.

• He has picked someone up and moved them away from a confrontation so he didn't have to deal with the fighting.

• Tries to think through things logically first before going head long into the fray.

• Believes in his team and their capabilities. He knows their strengths and weaknesses and nurtures them.

• Knocks nonsense off. But will enjoy fun when he can.

• After Hunk, he is the best hugger. Despite not hugging alot. He actually likes hugs.

• Likes naps.

• Will nap in the lobby, close to the action, if it is quiet.

• Rarely uses rank as an argue point, he likes to have the opinion of his whole team.

• Will gladly lend an ear to anyone. But rarely has anyone lend an ear to him.

• Always likes to push the limits. He tests the line in an irritating way.

• He sets the routine for the group.

• Leads by doing.

• A bit of a bookworm. Can be caught reading if not looking up things.

• Has fallen asleep with a book on his face.

• He likes cats and dogs. In that order.

• He is the embodiment of Air.

• Scars on his skin are the victories he won. He is a little self conscious about them.

• His first and main love is the stars. His second is being a pilot.

• How he got into the Garrison was because he wanted to explore and push the boundaries of a human. Go further, farther, and faster.

Food

• Can cook a bit, nothing fancy.

• Doesn't like sweets

• Prefers coffee or tea over soda.

• Water.

• Likes savory.

• Can handle some spice.

• Drinks occasionally.

Hygiene

• Showers at night

• Toothpaste and mouthwash

Fighting

• Hand to hand

• Uses his arm as a weapon

• He is more of a brute force fighter vs stealth.

Prosthetic

• Self conscious about his arm.

• Doesn't like that he can't feel temp through his arm.

• Misses the feeling texture through it.

• Stares at it at night while he lays on his back in bed.

• On more than one occasion, pidge has asked to look over his arm. She has plugged it into her computer and tinkered with it, making adjustments for him.

Routine

• Wakes up at 530 for the day.

• Gets dressed.

• Warms up and works out before breakfast.

• Trains every 6 days. One day of rest. Even if it is just for 20 minutes.

• The others started to follow his routine. While he would spend time practicing, the others would do their own thing.

• If he can't sleep, he lays in bed and stares at the ceiling until he gets himself up and out of bed. He will wander around the castle, usually finding himself in the Bridge.

• He will sit and watch the stars or fiddle in his chair with the data on his computer.

• He likes looking at the star chart in the bridge.

• Sometimes he finds himself in the training room. He will meditate or just sit there quietly. Sometimes he will put on the practice bot.

• Sometimes he will head to the hangar and sit in front of Black or in the cockpit. It's his place to think and unwind.

PTSD and Trauma

• He rarely likes to sleep due to night terrors. But he will nap.

• He has scars he isn't proud of.

• He thrashes at night and has put holes and dents in walls.

• He has cried out at night.

Hope you enjoyed some of the headcanons I have for Shiro.

#vld shiro #shiro headcanons #takashi shirogane #shiro #shirogane takashi #vld #vld headcanons #voltron #voltron shiro #voltron headcanons

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possessionisamyth · 9 months

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Genuinely a shame that resident evil doesn't really go into food that much, but I also completely understand since the "food" you see being eaten 99% of the time is people and rot. However, this will not stop me from food related headcanons, so lets talk about eating traits for the recurring (3 or more separate RE appearances) cast:

Chris Redfield- Never been a picky eater. Before RE5, he pretty much let his metabolism do all the work along with his "stay in shape" workout regimen, so he ate whatever he wanted and most of the time it was junk food, fast food, and meals with a lot of bread and potatoes. When he started working out more, his diet shifted to eating more fats and proteins since they give him a steady flow of energy instead of quick bursts. It doesn't mean he's stopped eating junk food or eating out. His palette simply changed from eating bags of chips and a roll of cookies everyday to maybe a large bag or two of chips and a large pack of cookies that he slowly finishes over the span of a few weeks. Beer and water are interchangeable depending on the meal.

Jill Valentine- She's the pasta person that will use a fork and a spoon underneath to twirl her noodles before eating them. Loves anything covered in a good savory sauce, and she will tear bits of bread off to swipe the rest of her plate clean. She prefers chicken over beef and pork over tofu. Entered a hot wing eating contest once on a dare, and she lost, but she made sure to find out what hot sauce they used so she could keep a bottle in her pantry. She drinks a lot of water, and she likes the taste of it. Not a fan of tea unless it's iced and sweetened heavily. Otherwise not really a fan of sweets when it comes to candy or baked goods unless there's some tartness or sourness to it.

Rebecca Chambers- Her diet leans more into foods she doesn't need utensils to finish like sandwiches, wraps, tacos, and the classic pizza fold with thin crust. She has a sweet tooth, but this is mainly for drinks and hard candies. She loves soda. She doesn't like how gummy candy sticks to her teeth due to the texture. Baked sweets are okay as long as they aren't super sticky to handle, but she'll make an exception for things which have a heavy amount of chocolate. She has a bag of mini-muffins on her desk for breakfast in the mornings. People know not to take any unless they desire her wrath. She knows when Chris has eaten them when she see's a package of snack cakes and an apology post-it note in her drawer.

Barry Burton- Before the gun incident, Barry was the guy who ate primarily meats and very little vegetables unless his stomach was fighting him. After the incident, he opened up his palette more to show he appreciated the hard work put into the meal. Ask him what his favorite food is and his answer changes every time cause it's always what his wife cooked for dinner the night before. He's a dinner guy. He's either too tired in the mornings or too in a rush to go to work, so breakfast is a no-go, but dinners are spent with his family, and post Revelations 2, he cherished them even more. Only drinks water from the tap.

Albert Wesker- Eats expensive looking food because it has the least amount of mess during consumption, and is an ego boost to his god complex wherein everything has to be prepared exactly to his taste. If during his time with S.T.A.R.S they managed to drag him out to eat, he would get a drink and nothing else. He doesn't like limp vegetables no matter how much dressing people cover them in to compensate, and he hates greasy food. His taste towards sweet things are minimal. He enjoys sweeter cheeses like cream cheese or mascarpone, and he tried to like tiramisu, but he didn't like how soft angel fingers are. He will also only eat macarons with a dark chocolate filling sandwiched between. Neutral about water and enjoys teas and wines.

Claire Redfield- Was the pickiest eater as a kid. Hated it when the food on her plate touched, or the juice from one part of her meal touched the other. She had the special disposable plates where each part of her meal was separated so that she'd actually finish the food she was given. She was also disgusted with canned vegetables. As an adult most of those hang-ups are gone. She'll eat almost anything now, and she loves trying new foods from the places she travels to. Flatbreads are her best friend. Pita, naan, chapati, and so on, she can make a meal out of bread and butter alone. She still hates canned vegetables, but she buys fresh or frozen vegetables and incorporates them into her meals where she can. She also hates the taste of water. She'll go for coffee or tea first.

Leon Kennedy- Allegedly is relaxed with all foods except when there's one thing on it he doesn't want to eat. No pickles on his burger. No red onions in his guacamole. No sliced fruit in or on his cake. It's not even that he hates these ingredients or has a texture discrepancy. He just has preferences on where they should be and where they shouldn't. He'll put those same pickles on his club sandwich, or ask for red onions on pizza, and he loves a good fruit pie. He also eats so many of those pre-packaged fruit cups. Neutral about regular water but treats flavored sparkling water like a treat and sometimes hides it in his flask. It's a fun prank to play on Claire.

Ada Wong- Eats more vegetarian style meals, but is not a vegetarian. This isn't done on purpose or for any particular reason. Simply a lot of the meals she favors tend to have an equal amount of vegetables and grains to a lower amount of meat, and some cooks are much more scarce on the meat than others. This resulted in a palate shift where she's fine if there isn't meat on her plate. She's not a big fan of greasy, deep-fried foods, but her guilty pleasure is shrimp toast, and she only has it off the clock when she finds someone who makes it well. Her other guilty pleasure is cinnamon sugar donuts, and she has that more often as a snack to finish off her lunch. Neutral about water and has an iced coffee preference.

Ingrid Hunnigan- She likes rice more than bread and will eat several bowls of rice with whatever the main food is if they go together. Seasoned and spiced long grain rice or plain sticky short grain rice, she'll enjoy them all as long as it's prepared correctly. Loves eating tofu. She'll trade any meat for tofu except for seafood. She's the one ordering surf and turf or the dish with shrimp in it if the option is available. Yet, she cannot eat anything with a face. She doesn't care how pretty the presentation is, there shouldn't be a shrimp or lobster head on her plate when she gets it. She always orders dessert unless she's eating with others, and likes anything cherry flavored. Enjoys drinking water and has to drink water between her energy drink refills.

Thanks for getting to the bottom of this even if you don't agree with any of them! I'll gladly do more of these for any other RE characters if asked, and I'm open to playful debate/convo about the ones listed or not listed.

#resident evil #re #chris redfield #jill valentine #rebecca chambers #barry burton #albert wesker #claire redfield #leon kennedy #ada wong #ingrid hunnigan #headcanons

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honeyjars-sims · 5 months

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1.49 The Sweetest Thing

Solomon: Welcome! Everyone make yourselves at home. Cece: Hey, this is still our home even if we don’t live here anymore! Chantal: Pops is just trying to be a good host. We have a guest, you know.

David: Lexie, it’s wonderful to see you again, especially under the circumstances! I have to say, Solomon and I were really happy to hear that you and Johnny started dating. You’ve always been so lovely when we’ve come to visit Cece. Lexie: Thank you, Mr. Owens-Haim! You’ve raised some really great kids. I’m pretty fond of this one in particular! Johnny: Oh, stop! You know how I hate being fawned over.

Solomon: I see you’re starting with the jokes already! David: Alright, I’m going to go ahead and get the first movie started. Feel free to change into your pajamas if you want to be more comfortable. We have popcorn and other snacks, and Pops is going to make his famous hot chocolate in a little bit.

Johnny: He makes the best hot chocolate you’ll ever taste. Lexie: Mmm, I can’t wait!

Everyone settles in and begins their movie night. The sun starts to set as everyone fills up on savory snacks and good conversation.

Sisters reminisce about holidays past and share their hopes (and fears) for the coming year.

Longtime lovers find solace in each others' arms as they always have, even when an uncertain future looms around the corner.

Apprehension fades away as a new relationship blossoms into something more substantial.

The lonely feeling dwelling within Lexie over the past couple of weeks begins to subside. It’s comforting being surrounded by a warm and loving family, even if it’s not her own.

In the morning, the family exchanges gifts and then gathers for a holiday breakfast before they start heading their separate ways.

Lexie: I really want to thank you all for letting me intrude on your family tradition. I’ve had a really great time. Solomon: It’s no intrusion at all! We’re glad we’ve been able to get to know you better. David: You’re all welcome to stay a little longer if you’d like. We don’t mind the company.

Cece: I think Dad is trying to tell us that he’s not ready for us to leave yet. Chantal: I can stick around for a while. I don’t have anything else planned for today.

Johnny: Lexie and I would like to stay, but we have a few things to do. We still need to exchange our gifts with each other.

Solomon: Well, don’t let us stop you from having some alone time. David: You’re both welcome to stop by any time. Lexie: Thanks again for such a warm welcome!

Later, Johnny and Lexie arrive back at Johnny’s apartment and begin exchanging gifts.

Johnny: Thanks, I love the hoodie! It’s super soft. I’m sure I’ll get a lot of use out of it. Lexie: You’re welcome! I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure what to get you, but I figured I couldn’t go wrong with a hoodie. Johnny: You know me well! Thanks, baby. Now it’s your turn.

Lexie: I’m excited to see what you got me. I have no idea what it could be. Johnny: I’d be surprised if you guessed. It was hard to track down. Lexie: My curiosity is piqued…

[Lexie opens the box and peers inside. As she pulls the gift out, she can’t quite believe what she’s seeing.]

Lexie: What? Is this…? It's Snowflake! H--how did you even find this?

Johnny: Like I said, it was hard to track down. The company hasn’t been producing them for over a decade, so I went searching on some auction sites. I lost out on a couple until I finally outbid someone on this one at the last minute. It’s not exactly brand new, but it’s in pretty good condition all things considered.

Lexie: [eyes filling with tears] Johnny! This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. And all I got you was a hoodie! I don’t know what I did to deserve something like this. Someone like you.

Johnny: Hey, you’re worth it. You make me happy, so I want to make you happy. And I love my gift. It's special because it came from you.

Lexie: Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me.

Johnny: You have no idea how much you mean to me.

Lexie: You know, I can think of one way we can show each other how we feel. That is, if you’re ready.

Johnny: I definitely am.

[Lexie and Johnny head to Johnny’s bedroom. I’m sure you can figure out what happens next…spicy PG-13 pics below]

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See you in Chapter 2!

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Lesson Six

A new threat appears on the horizon just as you and Loki begin to bond.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“THIS is a license to kill?” you asked.

You were staring at a heap of newly-netted fish piled up on the floor of a small boat at the dock, Loki and Brunnhilde on either side of you. While the specific presentation before you now was still too fresh to stink much, the still, thick, damp air of the harbor didn’t exactly do much to quell the revolting stench flying on the breeze from other, less-savory hauls that had been sitting longer. Several were still flopping around, their tiny mouths opening and shutting in silent panic, each wide, blank eye staring deeply into your soul.

“Did I ever say we were going to do this with people?” Loki asked incredulously.

You wanted to puke. “I think I’d prefer it to this.”

The King glared at Loki. “You’re going to pay for these. The grocer sells this lot to the towns in the south. This village needs that damn money, you know, roofs don’t re-thatch themselves or whatever,” she grumbled, taking a swig from a bottle of some undisclosed variety of grain alcohol.

“I’m not spending an entire year touching fish.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” she added, turning to look directly at you. “Have you considered my offer?”

“It’s been four days since you made it,” you reasoned. “For beings that live as long as you Asgardians do, you all sure seem to be in a hurry.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, and Brunnhilde shifted her stance. “That said,” you twisted your lip and quickly looked at Loki over your shoulder, “while I don't think he’s sold on the idea, I really don’t see any harm in taking on another tutor for now. I would like to see what you have to offer for my…lessons.”

Brunnhilde didn’t smile, but her slight change in posture was enough to indicate that she was pleased to hear this.

“At least she’s intelligent,” she said, turning back to Loki. “That makes one of you.”

Loki chuckled. “You think you’re going to teach her anything. You don't even possess seidr, Your Worship.”

Brunnhilde twisted her lip and looked away. “She’ll need to learn how to fight, and whether it’s with your magic tricks or physical strength, it’s going to be something your employer hopes she is competent in.”

“I mean, you said it yourself,” you added. “Didn’t you?”

Loki was cornered, and he was left with nothing to offer other than a sigh of surrender. “This is what I get for offering my most precious time and resources!” he mocked.

You scoffed. “Resources? Ones that I should be eating with fries and tartar sauce?” Raising an eyebrow, you looked at the hill of gasping fish and cringed. “So…now what?”

Brunnhilde took a swig from the beer bottle she held. “Help yourself, but only to a few pounds’ worth. That IS about eighty-five percent of our diet here in town. Y/N, come see me tomorrow, and we can start with some basics. Come rested and fed. We’ll be out all day.”

She turned away. “Have fun with the trout,” she called before disappearing from view.

You looked to Loki, who rolled his eyes as soon as the King was out of sight. “Finally, I thought she’d never leave.”

You pouted. “I really need to know your history,” you insisted.

“There is none,” Loki said quickly.

“Liar,” you shot back, making him smile a little, amused at your reflex.

“I don't know if you expected us to be ex-lovers, but I assure you, nothing of the sort. In fact, she’s a bit of an ancient hag next to me, though I’m certain you wouldn’t be able to see the difference.”

They were both virtually immortal to you, so it didn’t entirely matter, but Loki only laughed at your confused look anyway.

“Let’s save the tale for some other hour, when we aren’t on a time limit,” he dismissed.

“Time limit?” you asked.

“The fish,” he indicated, scoffing and looking over his shoulder, “will be dead and decaying before long, whether or not by your hand.”

“Ah,” you agreed, trying to keep from snickering in front of the growing group of curious and disapproving onlookers gathering behind you.

The pair of you were able to laugh enough to muster the dignity necessary to move several pounds of fish away from the main road, using a small box filled with ice water to keep them breathing, and off to a patch of grass behind one of the cabins near the shore. Loki laid three fish out before you on the ground, and you each sat on a side, the unfortunate ones in the middle, just waiting for your touch to put them out of their misery.

“Now what?” you asked.

“These are already on the doorstep to Helheim,” Loki indicated. “Last breaths gasped, and they’re destined for the chef’s blade anyhow, so there should be even less guilt or worry for you.”

You nodded, breathing in deeply, but needing a moment to avoid choking on the sudden smell that accosted you. “Sorry,” you muttered, coughing.

“When you’re ready, reach out and kill one,” Loki instructed. “Deliberately. Close your eyes as you do so, and then focus on exactly how you feel. I will be watching you in turn.”

Nodding quietly, you closed your eyes and held a hand out over the fish on the left. You took a slow, deep breath as you brought your hand down, the cold, slimy feeling of scales against your fingertips a bit unpleasant. Then, the familiar sensation of warmth ran up your arms and spread through your core as if through your arteries. Your right arm became heavy as if you were pulling a large weight on a rope. Your body drank in the energy within the first seconds of your touch, and when you opened your eyes again, you felt ready to run down the hill.

Loki hadn’t even blinked, nor taken his eye off of you. “Fascinating,” he whispered. “Well?”

You shrugged. “I felt better after slapping my ex,” you admitted.

Loki nodded. “You’d struck down a man in his physical prime then. You had more to gain from him, at least compared to a flopping, half-dead trout.”

“Still,” you went on as you looked at the stilled specimen under your finger, “I feel very…uh…maybe ‘healthy’ is the right word? I could go for a run, and I don’t like to run.”

“That’s what I was expecting,” Loki replied. “Good.”

You let out a nervous breath. “What did you see?”

He looked at you quietly for a moment before speaking again. “Honestly, not very much. Some energy radiating off of your skin, rather like the waves of heat one sees flying up from hot pavement in the summer. That’s quite common.”

“I don’t know why I feel like this,” you grumbled. “Like, if I’m taking life away, shouldn’t I feel bad? Or sick? Or…?”

Or like I felt after that mouse jumped up and ran off!

“Loki,” you said, “when the mouse reanimated to my touch, I felt different than I do now.”

“How so?”

“The opposite,” you commented. “I felt pain, sick, dizzy…”

“And the pull?” Loki goaded you on as he took your hand in his. “The pulling sensation? What of that?”

“Nothing,” you answered. “Instead, it kind of felt like I forced something out of me, like a cloud of steam building up pressure from under my palms.”

“A push,” Loki muttered, his thinking wheels spinning at triple-tempo now. For your part, you only nodded.

“I suppose it makes sense, giving life is the contrast of taking it, so I would probably feel the opposite effects taking the opposing action, right?” you suggested, speaking your thoughts aloud.

After what felt like a few too many moments as you both tried to make sense of your descriptions, Loki smiled and squeezed the hand he still held. “Yes, it does. It’s a clue, for certain,” he affirmed.

You giggled as a strange thought occurred to you: “What if the reason is because death is the natural order? It’s almost like the Universe is rewarding me for killing people by making me feel better.”

He continued your thought as if reading it directly from your own mind. “Which would also explain why reanimating the mouse hurt you so,” he explained. “Bringing life back from the dead is defiance of all that is natural. It’s spitting in the face of creation.”

“Or it’s a deterrent?” you added. “If it’s really what this is, and we’re right about it, why would anyone want one person to be able to raise the dead? That’s a lot of power!” Excitement was building between you as you continued to unravel the logical arithmetic around the idea.

“But then,” you chimed in again, “that means that this was on purpose? Someone did this to me?”

“Not necessarily. You humans evolved to have purpose without a helping hand from the skies.” Loki shook his head before going back into his professor’s facade, his rigid posture and stricter-sounding accent nearly making you laugh out loud. "Now, before we continue our discussion…bring it back.”

You pointed down and mouthed ‘the fish?’ Loki nodded as if the answer was obvious (which, of course, it was, but you were beginning to get flustered by Loki’s sexy gaze never leaving you).

Nodding obediently, you closed your eyes and placed a finger on the newly-deceased animal, seeking out that feeling that seemed to have no problem appearing spontaneously before now. You did whatever you felt you could to answer the “push” command from inside your head.

However, try as you did, nothing happened after a minute. Two minutes. Eventually, you pulled back and groaned, shaking your head and mouthing a disappointed ‘nothing!’

“Loki!” you moaned with shame at your failure, but he clearly didn’t share in your assessment.

Shaking his head, he was smiling instead. “It isn’t a fault, shhh…” he said softly, taking the hand he still held and pressing your knuckles to his lips. “I expected this to happen.”

“The thing with the mouse really happened, I swear!” you insisted, and your embarrassment and fear of disappointing your teacher forced you to go into defensive mode. “Like, you know how sometimes you can’t get your phone to work until you take it in to get it fixed, and suddenly--”

Loki interrupted your rambling by leaning over, sweetly kissing you, which immediately made your shoulders relax and your monologue cease. Your heart fluttered and your legs clenched, immediately remembering the luxurious sensations of his skin against yours, his hands exploring your most hidden crevices…

“No, no, kitten,” he continued. “Let me explain something to you: magic comes in as many different forms as there are magic-users. Sometimes there are parts that are always more difficult to control. If every wizard knew the facets of every smithereen of his magic, then we’d have an entire cosmos of magicians at war with one another.”

You took a deep breath and let his reassuring smile guide you back to a centered place.

“As I’ve said, reanimation goes against nature itself. We shouldn’t expect it to act the same way as the other side of your seidr,” he assessed.

“So, I can’t ever control it?” you asked, crestfallen.

He shrugged and shook his head. “For the first time in my centuries of existence, I don't think I have an answer. Perhaps you can, perhaps not. For now, let’s just see what we can do with these fish.”

A bitter wind brushed by in the following moment of silence. You did everything you could to let the cold breeze sweep your misgivings up and away with it, choosing to trust your tutor, just as he always commanded.

The Wheel of Time turned, and spring formally arrived in New Asgard, although it wasn’t easy to discern as much from the looks of it. Even as the evenings grew in length minute by minute, and the foliage in the distant forests were rebirthing their greenery, the gray stillness and damp chills of the village remained hovering in the air.

The crisp, clear March day was energizing, and you’d already gone for your walk about the town. Slowly, the villagers were beginning to recognize you, and you they (although most of them still stayed clear of you for fear of your power). A few people nodded cordially as you walked by, a few even spoke a ‘good morning’ in your direction. It was a shame the place was such a smelly little village on the coast of nowhere. A small settlement like this may have otherwise felt cozy and homey to you. A nice place to live.

It was late enough in the season now that it was still daylight after 4pm, so you, Loki, and the shopkeeper and his wife took tea together on the porch of the shop. The wind was low, so you were comfortable in a heavy sweater instead of a parka.

The shop couple, Mr. and Mrs. Olssen served hot tea and salmon sandwiches while telling stories about their lives before surviving Ragnarok. They had held the same career on Asgard, and had lived close enough to the palace that they’d been on familiar terms with some of the nobles. They were very old, even for Aesir. Mr. Olssen had developed a terrible cough over the past half-century that rumbled up his throat every so often, but Mrs. Olssen had a secret honey tea recipe that was quite effective at relieving said cough. She chattered for several minutes straight on whether or not she was planning on selling said recipe.

While your hosts were gracious, and certainly fascinating beings, you couldn’t help but notice that Loki was really filling out his cream cable-knit sweater (a donation from your landlord). Such a mundane garment may as well have been a wet t-shirt on the god. The casual way he’d swept his hair back into a braid didn’t help things. He looked like the hot, mysterious neighbor down the hall who could make any half-assed ensemble look good. What was worse, it seemed as if Loki had picked up on your admiration, and he couldn’t help but delight in winking or making subtle, suggestive motions with his fingers behind his teacup.

Just as Mrs. Olssen was mentioning how her honey came from a rare kind of bee she’d discovered days after arriving on Midgard, Brunnhilde came stomping up the steps, strutting up behind Loki and kicking the back of his chair, sending his body lurching forward.

“Norns,” Loki muttered bitterly. “Just one bloody day without this…”

“I need you to come with me,” the King commanded. “They’re back, and they want to see you.”

“Who?” you and Loki asked in tandem.

She looked at you, looking as if time was essential in the moment. “The reason I’m starting the project I discussed with you before.”

Looking over her shoulder, Brunnhilde cringed as she saw that several people were following her, all Midgardians from further south in Europe, all looking defensive and angry. “Shit,” she added. “These assholes are Midgardians who don’t exactly like that we’re here. And now that they’ve heard that you’re here as well, they’re out for blood.” She pointed the finger at Loki.

You bit your lip. “So? Send them away? Tell them we’re not here for anything bad--”

“--keep quiet, Y/N, because they don’t even know of your existence,” the King continued before looking up at Loki with all the seriousness of an executioner. “Do NOT give them any reason to attack us. I think I can convince them to go away.”

Loki looked at you and smiled in an attempt to be reassuring (which was absolutely not working). “This could be interesting.”

“Don’t you DARE!” Brunnhilde repeated her warning, wagging an accusing finger at the God, who could only throw up his hands in lighthearted surrender.

The head of the party of humans reached the shop, inviting himself onto the deck. He held a pistol in his right hand, and the sight of it made your skin run cold. You noticed that Loki’s amused face had almost instantly dropped as his eyes also fell on the gun.

“I don’t want that gun here, and I’m the bloody King,” Brunnhilde scolded, not that the man cared or even twitched.

His eye was on Loki, his dark unibrow scrunched together as he finally broke his silence. “You think you can order me to stand down when you bring the biggest weapon of all right onto our soil?”

Another two people joined him. The rest couldn’t fit onto the deck and remained either on the steps or below on the grass.

Brunnhilde growled. “If you’d just shut up, you’d have heard it when I said the last twelve times that he’s under watch and powerless here!”

“Why should we believe another witch?” said a woman, calling from the steps. A few others in the gang of nine-or-so mumbled in collective agreement. “You’re all from the Devil’s realm!”

“So much for gratitude, seeing as you’ve all forgotten who destroyed the Tesseract in the first place, leaving the real evil vulnerable enough to be ended,” Loki remarked, getting to his feet. His sudden movement visibly started several of the protestors.

“Captain America and Iron Man destroyed that beast,” said the leader of the gang.

Loki hissed through gritted teeth, his patience quickly abandoning him. “With. My. Help.”

Mr. Olssen began to cough, and his wife started to offer him tea and rub his back. You sighed, looking at him with pity. This excitement was too much for a pair of old people.

“I am Jonah,” the leader introduced. “My family and I lead The Flock. Ever since the beginning of this new era of wizards, aliens, magicians, and false idols parading as gods, The Flock has been dedicated to bringing the world and its people back to the state they were in before Iron Man and the Avengers began their crusades.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Could we skip the cutscene and get to the part where you just threaten us and leave?

“We came for him,” the leader explained, pointing again at Loki. “We don't want him guarded. We want him imprisoned forever. If we can’t purge every demon from this country, at least we can account for the worst one.”

“We get it,” said the King, trying to move things along. “He’s a loose cannon, he’s under our command, we’re responsible for any trouble, you’ll be back blah blah…”

Jonah raised his gun, pointing it not at Brunnhilde, but at you.

“No!” Loki quickly pleaded.

“I don’t think you understand,” he said. “We are not here to warn you. We came for him. We are not leaving without him, and whether or not we purge the rest of you in order to succeed depends entirely on whether or not Loki decides to join us willingly.”

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hazelnut-u-out · 7 months

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EPISODE REVIEW TIMEEE—

(contains spoilers for ‘How Poopy Got His Poop Back’)

Okay, so I wasn’t actually expecting to like this episode? I guess I’ve always found Mr. Poopybutthole a bit annoying— end credits aside, I think I saw him as a relic from a… less savory time. @dirty-bear-rick-sanchez made me reconsider my stance on bringing him back the other day, and OMG do I completely agree now. I like that they’re taking older ‘lazy’ or ‘silly’ aspects of the show and making them much more serious/fleshed out. Anyway, that being said, I really enjoyed it!

(Plus omg, Gene is my new baby girl)

As always, some things that stuck out to me:

- Beth being a protective mother? Who is this?! Happy to see her stepping up more and more.

- Morty is so angsty and cute and grumpy!!!! Reminds me that he’s getting jaded, but the little coffee stunt was cute. Wish we’d seen more of him, though.

- BIRD DAUGHTER AUGH. Angsty queen. I was SOOOO excited to see her. (Also BP drinking wine? A true girldad).

- I do like that they’re approaching BP in a way that shows how similar to Rick he really is. He’s an alcoholic, the father of a defiant rebellious psychopath, and a downright silly little traumatized dude!

- SQUANCHY MY BABIE! My guy is back! Loved the details of the inside of his house! Kinky lil cat!

- LOL, Rick is so pissy about the Gene and Hugh thing. Love when he’s a petty dude.

- I laughed so hard when they were all tripping. Seeing Birdperson be such a ridiculous character and vibing so well with Squanchy was so funny and nice? Poor Squanchy with his paw, though :(

- It actually made me really emotional to see Poopy Jr. so confused and scared. (Plus that little guy is too cute omg)

- BEST BUDDIES BURRITO BOX 🥺 Justice for Gene!

Anyway, strong opening! Just heavy enough, lots of fun, plus some cool exploration of Rick’s dynamic with his rebel buddies. I thought it was cool to acknowledge that the whole friend group has a drinking problem. I liked the detail that, once again, Rick tried to do the right thing and got shamed into helping someone do something preeeetty shitty. I know it’s because it’s hard to trust that he’s not being shitty because of his past behavior, but if some people don’t start trusting him, this could get pretty regressive again.

Totally wasn’t going feral for BP for like 75% of the episode lmao.

Solid 8/10! Hope we get more Morty soon!

Ofc, I’ll post more soon. This is just my first watch impression, as always. Who knows? I might change my mind! :)

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #how poopy got his poop back

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sunstaar · 2 years

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hc: Kakashi taking care of his s/o during their period

Word Count: 1k

Warning: mentions of blood, self-indulgent content

I feel like I haven't written Kakashi content in forever 😳 so this turned out longer than anticipated

I think that Kakashi would be the type of significant other who would kind of know what to do when someone has their period

in the sense that he has basic knowledge of what happens when someone has their period, knows how often it usually occurs and how it can impact his significant other

Kakashi is also the type of boyfriend to notice his significant other’s changes in mood which become more frequent, making him be more cautious than usual

when the two of you first started dating, Kakashi had been confused when one day you had started crying for no reason, only to be quite angry a mere hour later

he had been close to panic at the sight of your swift change in mood, finding it to be rather inexplicable (until you go ahead and explain it to him)

afterward, Kakashi becomes more attentive and makes sure to take notice of all the changes you undergo during your period

he also begins to notice signs of when it is about to start and typical cravings of yours

as a result, during the occasion that you ask him to bring you something from the store, he is the type of boyfriend who only needs to be told once, and he brings home the right thing and exact amount you asked for

whatever it is that you ask for, Kakashi will buy it for you and bring it to you, no matter what time it is

it could be after he woke up, it could be midnight, it could be after a mission, it doesn’t matter, he will buy it for you, if that makes you happy

just as much as he is attentive when getting things for you, he is also attentive when it comes to taking care of you

he would be the one to make sure that there is always a heated pillow nearby for you to use, or a hot water bottle if there is no pillow

and if that isn’t enough comfort for you while you are suffering, Kakashi would cuddle you for as long as necessary for you to feel at least a little better than you did before

that means he would take you into his arms and hold you close, his hand gently brushing through your hair before he places a kiss atop your head

then he would pull you even closer and make sure that you could find a comfortable position, most likely tucked into his side as close as physically possible

Kakashi wouldn’t spend the whole day cuddling with you and instead part of it preparing food for you

whatever kind of food you want, whether it is sweet, savory, salty, spicy or anything else, he will make it for you (put some trust in chef Kakashi)

he would actually be very happy to be able to do something for you, especially if it makes you at least a little happy

so he doesn’t mind cooking for you, not at all as it also helps hone his skill

while cooking he would also make sure to check up on you occasionally by calling out to you and, if necessary, leaving the kitchen for a moment to check if you are alright or maybe even feeling better

I think he would also be a worry wart

it wouldn’t be period blood which would set him off because as a Shinobi, he has seen enough blood for a lifetime on an almost daily basis

that also means that Kakashi wouldn’t mind cleaning blood off of your sheets or even off of the sofa, he knows how from experience, it wouldn’t phase him

neither would he make you feel embarrassed about leaving behind a bloodstain somewhere, it isn’t something he thinks you should feel embarrassed about

rather, what would set him off would be seeing you in a lot of pain, excruciatingly so

like seeing you writhe in pain somewhere just has his heart hurting and a frown tugging at his lips

Kakashi cannot deal with seeing you, his partner, in pain, not at all

it is why he would ask you a million times whether you are really alright and if there is anything else he can do

and no, (Name), it does not matter how many times you wave him off and tell him that you are indeed alright, he does not believe it immediately

it takes so much time to convince him that you are indeed alright as you say you are

but, I mean, you cannot blame him for his constant worrying about you, taking his past into consideration, losing you is a nightmare to him, so seeing you in pain only makes said nightmare appear closer to reality

so even though you have told him enough times that it is ‘just’ period time, he will still continue fretting over your state and checking in on you more often than probably necessary

in turn, that means more cuddling with Kakashi (with the occasional make-out session resulting from the activity)

because, honestly, the man cannot get enough of you and being close to you, so he will be there for you no matter what

and even if he does indeed have a mission the week before / after or even a few days after your period begins, he will make sure to give as much attention to you as possible and that everything is set for once he is away

it will be like he never felt for a mission and is still roaming around Konoha somewhere

which means that your fridge is stocked full of meals Kakashi prepared in advance just in case you have another craving

all you have to do is heat up the meal in order to satisfy your craving and that’s it!

again, Kakashi would do anything and everything for you, no matter what exhaustion or strain that may put on him

your happiness is his priority and what he wants to preserve, so you better believe that he does his best for you

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lincolndjarin · 8 months

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9 PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

thank youuu @dins-riduur-anthe for tagging me <3

LAST SONG:

assume i am always listening to the phantom of the opera lmao

FAVORITE COLOR:

changes a lot. currently pink <3

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

bobs burgers at home and at the gym i've been rewatching stranger things with pmi commentary tracks while i run. might rewatch tlou soon though

LAST MOVIE:

saw barbie for the third time yesterday lol, other than that probably kingsman 2??? i watch kingsman 2 everytime i get drunk, it's such a consistent thing at this point that it should be studied

CURRENTLY READING:

just finished Tender is the Flesh, loved it, sat on a pool floatie and read the whole thing in one sitting, couldn't put it down, cried like a baby at the end.

almost done with Cows, really gross, lmao, can't really say much else regarding it, has made me physically recoil several times, i can't stand when splatterpunk targets children or animals and i always have to stop reading and i'm nervous that's where this ones going so might end up not finishing this one.

about to start Sister, Maiden, Monster, purely based on just the reviews and the summary on the back i can't fucking wait lol

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY:

sometimes/yes/always : i don't really love sweets but i will fuck up anything cinnamon flavored

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:

currently in a year(ish) long situationship and SICK OF IT, but i've been on about a million first dates this past year and only once was there a second date and that was because he wanted to go to a movie i wanted to see.

CURRENT OBSESSION:

always and forever tlou has my heart, (my ellie tattoo is finally healing up) been super big into splatterpunk books even though it's hard to find good ones, i listen to a lot of podcasts, (specifically : Hey Riddle Riddle, Dungeons and Daddies, and The Magnus Archives, i have a huge tma sleeve piece and also a dndads tattoo as well lol) and of course The Phantom of the Opera has been my obsession literally since i was 11. He was my first crush and clearly that has greatly influenced my taste in men going forward lmao

LAST THING I GOOGLED:

"lube alternatives"

whoops. ended up just going out and buying lube and then buying the wrong kind anyway.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON:

i just slammed some pre workout so i'm currently working on not freaking out and getting this energy out lmao. gonna grab some dinner with my brother and probs buy a bottle of wine. come home, finish bks 23, and then i haven't decided if i'm gonna work on a request or finish my javier fic, one of those

No pressure tags :)

I don't have 9 people to tag but i want more mutuals on here so like lmk if y'all wanna be friends lololol

@pearliegirliesstuff @znerac @djarinxore

#lincolndjarin #personal #pls hit me up to be friends on here i'm still new to tumblr and am so confused #yippee #Spotify

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valeriianz · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @honeyteacakes <3 (and belatedly, @tharkuun haha)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

400,576 (+ 100k extra from fics i've deleted/orphaned in the past few years haha rip)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i am at the mercy of the hyperfixation, and currently it's The Sandman and Dreamling exclusively.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) Salvation (How to Get Away With Murder) 2) The Red Witch (Good Omens) 3) Bolt in the Blue (The Sandman) 4) Let Me Down Easy (The Sandman) 5) Show Me (The Mandalorian)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes and no. i love that people take the time to show their appreciation for a fic and i always want to reply and show how much it means to me... but i have this bad habit of not replying to comments on say, older works or older chapters of a fic. idk why... im just not good at it lol BUT I LOVE AND APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE COMMENT, EVEN THE LITTLE ONES 💖💖

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, Exit Wounds, for sure haha

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

im a sucker for happy endings so i'd say, everything else lol but particularly Almost Idyllic (The Song of Achilles) due to the build up and Salvation also, because of the events leading up to the ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not since my ff.net days haha.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

very occasionally. and nothing too wild (except for that dreamling butt plug one. that was. hmm.) but i typically enjoy writing first times.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i do not.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope. though i have seen ideas/prompts used without credit. it doesn't bother me much.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

once, The Red Witch (which btw has been discontinued, pls don't read it lol). it started off just me, then my editor jumped on maybe 5 chapters in once i realized they were much more versed in magick and fantasy than me.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

haha probably Zutara.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ahhh haha... fuck. idk i want to say none. but my brain keeps whispering about the dreamling road trip au. i thought i had a plot but as i continue working on bitb and other little drabbles... ive realized i might've bitten off more than i can chew. and my only option is to completely sideline it until im done with bitb, or change the story (because right now the research i have to do for it is too much and y'all know how i am...) it sucks cos i do want to write it. but it's difficult when all my patience for research is already going into one fic (bitb).

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue and monologuing, probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

self 👏 motivation 👏 finding 👏 the 👏 urge 👏 to 👏 write (technically, it's tense. i flip between past and present tense constantly and at this point i just consider it one of my endearing qualities pfft)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i try to avoid it but when it happens i just use Google Translate and then toss a disclaimer that ive done my best (to which usually a commenter will helpfully correct me and then all is well)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyashaaaaa (Miroku/Sango omg). exchanging physical notebooks with my friends with fanfics we'd written in school lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

truly a tie between Savory & Sweet and Let Me Down Easy (at the moment). the restaurant au was so easy and fun to write (probably because i used to be in the industry) and i reread it a lot. the pacing is fast and i love how immediate Hob and Dream fall into each other haha. Let Me Down Easy was very similar. my major was Media Production in undergrad and although it's been a while since i've held a camera, it was fun putting myself back in that environment. also the angst and tension were just a blast to write and figure out.

(this was an excellent waste of time, thanks again!) tagged, if y'all want, @magnusbae @teejaystumbles @ml-nolan @tj-dragonblade @reallyintoscience @delta-pavonis @staroftheendless

#20 questions is a lot so under the read more ya go!#thanks!#tag game #fic things

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soft-bellied-tannies · 7 months

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Chubtober Day 12!

Today’s prompt is from fatguarddog’s list - Space Station. Although, I will admit this little drabble is more space adjacent lol - enjoy!

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Namjoon and Jungkook are both astronauts while their partner, Jimin, is a nurse. Namjoon and Jungkook are supposed to go on a mission together, super exciting for everyone involved even though Jimin has been struggling with the idea of a year and half without them.

While in preparation for the mission, Namjoon gets injured in a practice scenario from an accident out of his control. A large piece of equipment failed and left him with an injured leg.

Namjoon has to stay home now, unable to recover and prepare before the mission date. He works with Jimin to convince Jungkook to go for them both, being proud of him and with a brave face until takeoff.

Jungkook is gone from a 16-18 month trip and while he is away, the grief of losing his opportunity hits Namjoon hard. Between the mental toll and his physical recovery, comfort eating becomes his new normal.

The weight piles on quickly considering his sudden lack of physical activity and much larger intake. Namjoon spent his days on their couch, alternating between savory and sweet snacks while he watches various space movies.

Jimin is slightly enabling Joon as he functions as his caregiver, knowing and empathizing with how difficult this is - monitoring his mental health more closely than his physical health. He would much rather see Namjoon enjoy a filling meal and cuddle with him than be despondent and wrapped up in his own thoughts.

After finally healing his leg, Namjoon becomes a professor. He makes the difficult decision with Jimin to leave the organization all together due to the trauma. He couldn’t fathom going into work and seeing what he couldn’t have over and over again.

Jungkook talks to them over video call when able, but Namjoon’s emotional state and weight gain isn’t noticeable to him, especially when Jimin was expected to most of the talking anyway.

Namjoon made all his previous colleagues, their friends, and family promise not to say anything since Jungkook couldn’t do anything. They all agree considering Namjoon’s fragile situation.

Jimin constantly is torn between telling Jungkook and honoring Namjoon’s wishes, knowing the stress could put Jungkook at a health risk which already has Jimin on edge but also hating how much Namjoon is struggling.

By the time Jungkook’s mission is returning home, Namjoon has gained nearly 80 pounds in that year and a half. Jimin had gotten him into therapy and his mental state was much better, but Namjoon’s weight was still slowly climbing.

Jungkook arrives home, so incredibly excited to reunite with his partners but completely shocked by Namjoon’s new stature then surprised again by his partner’s change in career.

The misplaced guilt hits Jungkook hard, needing to talk through it with Jimin night and after night once he is home with them. He admits that while he is angry about the fact that they hid Namjoon’s situation from him, he also understands their rationale to keep him focused up in space.

Jimin also explains his own struggle of seeing Namjoon going through such a hard time while Jungkook was away as well. Jungkook decides to approach Namjoon about it which leads to a lot of emotions but also acceptance.

Jimin and Jungkook love Namjoon no matter what and as Jimin keeps telling him, he carries his new weight well. Namjoon is starting to accept that his astronaut days are long behind him now and he is becoming content with his new body.

Jungkook adjusts to being back home and also shifts to a career based in education and leadership, telling his partners that it’s not the same without Namjoon.

Jimin is loved and appreciated by his partners for being the glue between them during the most difficult phase of their relationship.

And Namjoon heals. He works through the pain and grief of losing his dream while excelling at and enjoying his new career. His relationship blossoms once again through the love and support of his partners.

Through all of this, Namjoon also continues to enjoy and rely on food to comfort him. However, he’s not all that upset as his new weight is proof of a journey he persevered.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #chubby namjoon #supportive jimin #supportive jungkook #sbt chubtober

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izzieallstar · 8 months

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Sans fanfic, smut, romance, love, rough.

Don't copy text. Warning, slapping, rough sex. FEMALE READER, Name of reader is serria.

WORDS - 3350

This fanfiction is also posted onto my A03 if you'd like to check it out there, where i post its updates.

Sierra headed over to Sans place, to finally spend the night with him, they hadn't hung out for a while and she didn’t want them to grow apart. She knocks twice with her knuckle on the chipped wooden door. “Guess who it is.” She spoke through the crack in the door, smiling, her lungs filling with air.

“The boogeyman?” He said in a sarcastic, dramatic tone.

The door swung open, Sans's grinny smile was wider than usual, His cheekbones sticking out.

Sans moved to the side, letting her in, as she walked by he took a second to notice the way she looked, her curly brown hair falling down her shoulders, her glasses slipping down her tanned nose, and her flushed pink cheeks.

As she walked in, the house smelled of rose with a tang of moldy wood, the lounge sitting with fluffy blankets folded neatly, a few pillows alongside them, the coffee table covered in snacks, from sweet lollies to savory potato chips. As she looks around she places her bags by the lounge, telling herself she’ll sort it out later, feeling a deep pit in her stomach as she turns around, seeing sans by the tv cabinet, holding a cardboard box of discs in his arms.

“I know, I know, we have to use discs tonight, I’m sorry” placing them down by the DVD player.

He smiles, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her, she hugs him back, they take in the smell of each other, he feels her heartbeat as their chest sits against each other, taking a break from the world around them and just being in each other's presence. Sierra knew something had changed over the time they spent apart, something just wasn't the same as it used to be, not that it was bad, it just felt like there was more than they were telling each other.

“It feels like it's been forever” he says as his head rests on her shoulder.the smell of her freshly washed hair, filling his nose. They let go of eachother, letting their arms swing by their sides. He laughs, looking down at his feet.

“So what should we do? I've got movies, snacks, and even some games, and yes they are board games. It sounds silly, I know.”

“It's not silly. It sounds like you were just excited for me to come over” she replies.

“So maybe I was,” he smiles, walking back to the box of discs.

“What do you wanna watch?”

“I'm not sure, what do you have in there?” She replies

Clicking and clacking the sounds his hand makes, digging into the box, picking up a case but rolling his eyes and mumbling then dropping it back in. dust flying from old disc cases.

“A lot of these movies are all old”

“I bought a movie of my own, actually”

I quickly walk back to my bags, shuffling through the mix of clothes.

“Taadaa, i found it” she raises her hand in the air, tightly grasping the case , putting her lips together and curving them into a toothy smile.

The movie she's holding in her hands is the classic, dirty dancing.

“You think I'm not gonna watch it?” He says

“You don't know how much i love chick flicks, put that shit on”

She laughs, moving herself to the dvd player. He's setting up the pillows and blanket for them to lay down. He taps her side of the lounge, she listens, placing herself down into the leather recliner. Pressing the button on the side, pulling the leg up, to stretch out her legs.

As the beginning scene starts, they settle into the lounge before them, cuddling up to the blankets. Sans grabs a bag of potato chips, placing them on his lap, tearing open the plastic.

Sierra helps herself to the bag reaching down into his lap, his hips bucking up in return. He feels disgusted in himself, their friends, nothing more. Can he not control himself? The thoughts he has about her swirling in his skull, he shakes his head trying to focus back on the screen in front of him. His dick hardened as her hands kept going down near his lap, every now and then her hand slipped placing right on his inner thigh.

A sick feeling brews in his stomach, it feels wrong to think this about her. To think such vulgar explicit thoughts, images, scenarios. His heart thumping in his chest, hearing the pulse in his ears. Closing his eyes in disgust. Get over yourself. He thinks to himself. Hands beginning to sweat, he closes them into two tight fists, rubbing his index finger along the inside of the thumb, trying to soothe himself. He looks to his side, checking to see whether she has noticed anything. She hasn't... A wave of relief flushes through him, his heart calming, his breathing slowing down, relaxing his muscles.

“How about I make us some popcorn?” he looks over.

She hums in reply, agreeing to his question. He moves the bag of chips over to her, moving himself up, taking himself into the kitchen, placing the popcorn packet into the microwave. He leans his back against the marble counter, listening to each pop of the kernel. He waits, the pops getting closer and closer together. The thoughts of sierra flashing back in his head, each pop sends another thought of her running into his head, Pop the thought of her wrapping her lips around him, pop her tongue swirling around his tip, saliva dripping down her chin, her hands holding him, moving them along the vein of his cock, stroking him, sending twitches throughout his body, her hips grinding on him, her mouth agape with each moan, the feeling of her skin against his.

A burning smell floods the room, he snaps back to reality. Quickly turning around, he opened the microwave door, smoke and ash coming from inside of it. He grabs a tea towel from the draw beside him. grabbing the burnt popcorn packet, chucking into the bin.

“You're an idiot, ” she yells from the other room, laughing along with each word.

He opens a window to let the kitchen air out. Sitting back down next to her.

“Stop hogging the blankets”

Tearing one from her.

“Look, look! It's the best part”

The crowd handing her down to the floor, baby runs to Johnny, he takes her in his arms lifting her in the air, her pale pink dress shining from the dozen chandeliers. Her arms spread like a bird's wing, taking in the thrill of being the climax of their final dance.

“Don't you just swoon over that?”

“Sure.”

“What? Come on, you can't tell me that wasn't amazing.”

“It was good, yes. Happy?”

“You just don't get it. Its cinematic history.” her hands making explosion gestures

An unwavering silence filled room, replacing the air.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” Sierra spoke up, cutting the awkward air.

She left in a swift movement, escaping the tension between them. Sans sat there, still his thoughts pounding with the vision of her body. He rests his hands on his boney thighs, swiping the sweat from his palms.

He takes a second to breathe sitting by himself on the lounge, he lays his back against the couch, rubbing his skull. He takes himself up, walking over to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

“Are you okay in there?”

“I’ll be out in a minute”

“Okay, i'll be here”

He kneels down against the bathroom door. Waiting silently, picking at the dead skin around his nails. He patiently waits, darting his eyes around the surrounding area, tapping his fingers on his knees, bobbing his feet around in his loose shoes. He sighs, relaxing himself against the door, letting his arms down his side, his legs stretching out on the ground. Closing his eyes, letting his head rest on the door.

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A banging bounces through his eardrum, startling him, hopping onto his feet. He looks up, seeing Sierra standing in the door, laughing her ass off, her hands slapping the doorframe and her thigh.

“I cant - breathe” her eyes swelling up with tears, she falls to the ground laughing, her hands and knees against the wooden floor. Tears fall down her cheeks, clear droplets landing down on the wooden floor.

“Oh, is it funny? Huh?” standing there embarrassed he crosses his arms.

She gets up, feeling the tone of his voice change, standing on her two feet, she looks back at him. His eyes are staring into her, pupils dilated, eyebrows furrowed and thick.

“You look good when you’re on knees”

“What?”

“You think I didn't hear those little muffled moans in there? Trying to keep down the noise of you pleasuring yourself?”

“What? What are you saying?” Sierra took a step back, she was shocked by what she was hearing. Her hands began to sweat, her breathing hitching up with every look back he gave her.

A familiar heat began to boil below her belt, tingles being sent down her thighs, a wet slick formed in her panties, soaking through the thin layer of cotton and polyester.

“I'm saying, I know what you were doing.” He began to walk closer to her, one forceful step after the other.

“Tell me now, were you doing what I suspected?”

She looked down, humiliated. She shook her head up and down. Her heart was pounding against her chest

He moves his finger to her chin, bringing her head up to look at him.

“I want to hear you say it”

Her eyes raced about the room, trying to find a way out; the twisting and turning in her stomach wouldn't stop, going around like a carousel, one ride after another.

"Yes," she responded while closing her eyes.

"That's all I was hoping for hear"

She's still for a second, taking in the sensation of his lips pressing on hers. Their lips move in harmony, his tongue gliding around her mouth, tasting her. His hands grip her waist and pull her in, one hand dropping down and grabbing her ass and pulling her body onto his.

“What are we doing?” she says against his mouth

"Fuck whatever we had been, I need you," he responds, quickly returning to her lips with his, salvia decorating their lips. Her hand slipped to the back of his head, pushing his mouth against hers. Putting his soft hair between her fingers. She rubs her thighs together in an effort to give the friction she craves.

He spotted her doing, taking one of her hands, moving it to her waistband, and going underneath her pants with her underwear.

“You want this?”

“Yes” she replies, coming out in sharp short breaths.

His hands dips down her panties, finding her already soaked clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in circles.

In response to his hands touching her, her body rocks back. Her thighs twitch, forcing him to go rougher and faster against her clitors . She bites her lip, and beads of blood fall down her lips, tingling her tongue with the irony of blood. He moves his lips around her neck, covering each spot of her neck in a heated saliva residue, she pulls on his hair and pushes his head into her neck, feeling more of his lips against her. Her breathy whines reach his ear, hardening his cock at the sound. The scorching heat of her arousal expands through her stomach, into her lower abdomen, and into her shaky limbs, her hips rock into his feeling his hard on against her, she feels the firmness of his dick pressing against her, she keeps pushing her inner thighs into him, getting a feel of his body.

Sierra whispers into San's ear, "Let's go somewhere else."

He pulls away from her, grabbing her hand and leading her into his room, through the icy corridor, and into his room on the left side.

His hands move down to her hips, pushing her body flat down on the bed, she arches her back, feeling the warmth of his hands laying on her thighs, he feels the hot flesh beneath him, moving his face down to her knees, kissing her gently on her knees, slowly moving his mouth up, dragging his lips along the inner part of her thighs, kissing the boiling skin underneath him, her hips rocking up, begging with her body, begging for the touch of him. He looks up into her eyes, her mouth agape, breathy moans escaping with each feel of his lips, her hands gripping onto his head, moving him further and further up until she abruptly stops just below her abdomen.

"You could have simply asked."

He moves his hands to the waistband of her shorts, carefully slipping them down, noticing the anticipation on her flushed face, her plump cheeks red with pleasure and simmering heat.

He brings her pants down to her calves, slipping them down off of her feet, he brings himself up to her mouth, kissing her soft lips, feeling the heat of her skin on his hands as they caress her rosy cheeks.

“Take me” she cries out

“Say it again”

“Take me, please” she whimpers like a poor little puppy, begging for it. For him.

His mouth moves to the bare surface of her, kissing the prickly hairs and the soft skin, she squirms underneath him.

“Please” she begs

He continues to tease her, kissing her inner thighs, hearing her breathing arise with each touch,, the heat becoming unbearable she brings her own hands down. He takes notice, grabbing her hands and bringing them above her head.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Well, you won’t touch me”

Her pupils dilated with the exhilaration of his anger. She fights against his hands, ripping out of his lock.

“No the fuck you don’t”

He turns her on her stomach pulling her ass into the air, her knees and elbows digging into the mattress.

He brings his hand in the air, slapping down on her soft ass. A tingling running through the skin, her skin becoming red with each second that runs by.

“Tell me, you won’t do that again, will you?”

“Who thinks you can control me?”

Another slap against her burning body, a wildfire of heat and pain spreading around her body.

“Another awaits you if you wanna keep back talking”

“Fuck you” she yells

A vicious slap hits her ass once again, an agonizing pain rushing through her.

“Say, that, again.”

“Fuck. You”

His hand wraps around her throat, squeezing it. With each tightening, her airways closed.her vision began to swim as her mouth hung open.

“Have you learnt your lesson?” whispering in her ear.

“What are you gonna do if I haven't?” she struggles to speak, the pressure of his hands around her throat remaining the same.

“You don't listen, do you?”

“Why should I listen to you?”

“You'll regret it if you don't start soon”

“I don’t think i will”

“Oh, You think that, do you?”

“I do, actually. You don't have what it takes”

“I don't?”

“You don’t” she takes her time with each syllable.

His hands began tightening on her throat, each tightening and squeeze blacking out her vision. He brings her throat up to his head pulling her body along the way.

“Tell me, I don't have what it takes. Look at me when you say it.”

She looks back at him, his eyes looking down at her bruised body. “You don’t” she attempts to say.

His hand hits her face. .

“Say it again.”

“You. Don't”

Her cheeks turn ruby red as she is slapped on the other cheek. A tiny bruise is starting to form. Her eyes filled, and each blink caused a tear to fall down her crimson colored face. She looks up at him with Doe eyes, her eyes appearing as glass, a clear gloss coating her amber coloured eyes.

“Look at me just like that, baby”

He pushes her face down into the mattress, her muffled cries getting louder with each slap against her. Her brown curly hair turned into a mess, spread out onto the firm pillows. Her hands gripping the sheets each time his hands connect to her skin, slapping her tanned tender flesh. He grips her hips pulling them up and against his crotch, she can feel his hard on digging into her through his jeans.

“Beg for it” He whispered into her ear.

“Please” She cried out. “Take me”

Her hands go down and tug at his belt, she moves her body to face him, her legs underneath her thighs as she sits on the bed, he stands close his hard on bulging against his black jeans. Her hands fumbled with his belt, unbucklinging the cold silver. She pulls his pants down past his thighs, then removing them completely and off of his feet.

His black boxers showed the thick outline of his cock. She brings her hand to the waistband of his boxers freeing his dick from the tight fabric. His tip leaking precum, the vein of his cock popping, the black hairs around the bottom of his cock prickling up, the hairs slightly curled. She brings her hand to her mouth, spitting into her palm and bringing it back to his erect cock. She looked up at him, his eyes closed shut and his eyebrows curved, his mouth remaining agape as her slick hand moved along the length of him. He brings his hand to her head bringing her closer to his cock, she wraps her pretty plump lips around him. He pushes his hips forward, pushing himself deeper down her throat. His cock throbbing in her mouth, filling her up. His hands move to her hair, wrapping it in his hands, pulling her on and off of him.

“Fuck my pretty mouth” she looks up at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her mascara clumped on her lashes.

He pushes her head down, she gags over the girth of his dick, and she gazes up at him. Her eyes were filled with pleasure and pain, as tears trickled down her cheeks.

“You take me so well, my pretty girl”

The wet sounds of him fucking her mouth fill the room. Spit dripping down her chin and down her chest. His breathing gets heavier, his chest rising with each bob of her mouth.

“Just like that, baby” he groans, his hips stuttering with each devour of his cock.

Each swirl of her tongue around his sensitive tip had his cock twitching and throbbing, she could feel the size of him swell inside her, he slams the back of her throat repeatedly, tears running down her cheeks, her foundation rubbed off around her chin, with the wet slobbery of spit dripping down her face. Her hands gripping his thighs, her nails dipping into him, squeezing down on him.

“Keep going, I’m so fucking close” his hands wrap harder around her hair, the force of his hands becoming rougher, faster, harder.

His hips pushed himself down her throat, slamming himself into her, giving her a chance to breathe. He moves quicker and quicker, he groans out, slumping himself over her and he shoots himself down her, cumming into her dripping mouth.

He takes his cock from out of her mouth, she sits on her knees once again looking up, her mascara rubbed all over her face, her mouth red and dripping with a mixture of cum and spit. The mixture spills down her chest, dripping onto her thighs, slipping between them. She rubs the cum inbetween her thighs, feeling the warmth of him, she brings her finger down and pulls a string of his cum into her mouth. Tasting him along her tired tongue.

“Look at you, my gorgeous girl. How do I taste?” he smiles, bringing his lips down to hers, kissing her swollen red lips.

Her brown eyes bloodshot red, bruising forming on the soft cheeks of her rosy face.

She brings herself to his ear, “I want you to stretch me out. Fuck me. Hard”

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infacheezit · 1 month

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Screw it, gonna start posting random lore about my world without much context outside of random stuff I add in advance.

As a quick little note, I want my world and story to be a video game, the story telling medium is just for me, books take too long to write, shows are just a hard NO, and movies are weird. When it comes to web comics or a graphic novel, those are somewhat on the table.

This post will be the basics, nothing but the fundamentals and what not.

So where to start? Main characters.

First is Jack, full name: Jack Notrad, nickname: Merchant. He’s a guy who wanted to be an adventurer and technically got that wish. Now he’s a part of a global conspiracy, working with a god of darkness, learning the dark past of the world and trying to stop a supposed “day of reality’s end”. Fun facts: he loves savory food, knows how to sew, has some sorta neurodivergent trait, and always keeps a half compass half stopwatch gizmo in his backpack’s front pocket.

Nightmare is next. The outcasted god of darkness and current benefactor/partner of Merchant. Nightmare is seen as a cruel god, one who rules the night and all that’s evil. Although some is true, not all of it is. He isn’t evil, he only governs the darkness, and he has literally no control over people and their evil habits. He has a lot to go over but for now, I’ll just say that he hopes to one day be able to see every person grow and change. Fun facts: he hates paperwork, likes reading random books made by mortals about the mind, believes that darkness is needed to see the light, and can sense the despair and problems of people within his “domain”.

Next up is the Necro-Bard. A cocky, undead bard who wields a guitar scythe that is a whole can of worms in of itself. The Necro-Bars is just the scythe, the corpse is just an empty husk. The scythtar is an ancient relic of a titan of death, made to be wielded by the strongest beings of the world, Bards. The fear instilled by the Necro-Bard’s ballads are enough to make Lucifer shiver in fear. “Fun” facts: the scythe oozes a tar like liquid from a skull at the end of the tuners, the corpse is constantly rotting and is at least one overexertion from breaking, the titan is still alive and can sense the scythtar’s melody being played, finally the scythtar can create crystals that can steal people’s souls when touched.

Those are like the three main characters, at least for what I dub as act 1. Merchant and Nightmare work together to take down the Necro-Bard’s take over, not much else to it. They do meet a lot more threats and allies along the way though, so there is that. That’s about it for now, might continue this some other time when I get the urge again.

#lore rants #Tale of Enigma #that’s the current in progress title for it #if anyone sees this give me some feedback or questions #always happy to answer!

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female-malice · 10 months

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hi! i saw ur post about not eating sugar and was wondering what a typical day of eating looks like for you without any sugar? (if you're comfortable sharing, of course)

I just cut out added sugars. I still eat fruits and grains and stuff that has sugars naturally in them.

I am also a person with a sweet tooth. I like desserts. But I also like problem solving and making things and experimenting with recipes.

I'm not eating splenda or honey or agave syrup or anything like that. That's added sugar according to me.

So instead of adding sugar to things, I just eat raisins. SO MANY RAISINS. I made raisin rice the other day which was very good. It's almost like a dessert. Sort of. Also oatmeal with raisins and peanut butter is good every time.

The other day I made fried bananas for dessert. The recipe for the batter has sugar in it. But I just figured bananas are sweet enough so I cut the sugar out of the recipe.

Mango is an easy dessert that I love. There's also cotton candy grapes. And pomegranate. I've researched all the sweetest fruits lol.

I'm a chocolate lover. And I still eat chocolate sometimes! I make what I call "almost hot chocolate." It's one teaspoon of plain unsweetened cocoa powder whisked into a mug of hot milk. And then maybe add some cinnamon or nutmeg or something like that. And no added sugar. It's not bitter at all! It's a very soothing warm drink.

Almost all cereal is packed with sugar. But I found some generic rice puffs with zero sugar added. They're pretty good with fruit! I eat a lot of plain yogurt with fruit. But I get whole fat yogurt to make it rich and tasty. I also put a LOT of butter on my toast. Do you see where I'm going with this? For my "desserts" and "treats" I just replace added sugar with added fat!

Almost every single American grocery product has sugar added. Even savory things like breads, cereals, and crackers. You really have to check labels. So I'll let myself get something with just 1g added sugar if I can't find anything with no added sugar. There's a kind of cracker I like with 1g added sugar. And there's cinnamon raisin english muffins. Those cinnamon raisin english muffins are AMAZING! And they only have 1g added sugar.

Cutting added sugar out of my diet was actually way easier than I thought it'd be. I did it gradually and not in a rigid or disordered way. It was a process of gradually changing food habits and learning a new eating pattern.

Without a large daily sugar intake, I'm hungry all the time! My stomach literally vacuums up all the fruits and vegetables and bread I buy. I eat SO much bread now. And I get so many new cravings all the time. I can't satisfy cravings with sugar so I have to think "okay what else can I do?" That's why I started putting raisins in rice and frying bananas lol. I think cravings are important. And a diet with a high amount of added sugar can mess with how you respond to cravings.

Also, like I mentioned in a previous post, I feel less groggy and foggy.

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Hunting Habits

My previously announced Rook appreciation ♥ I love seeing him pine for both Leona and us, and I liked the idea of it giving him all the good vibes to come out and ‘play’, lol!

There is always something to do.

Something that Rook has to look out for, arrange, admire, hunt. It makes his life a little less dull to know that when one task falls flat, he can just take on another one to make his heart jump a little faster, fingers tingle from excitement. But even so, while he loves hanging out with Vil, tending to his housewarden, and admiring his beautiful ways of existing, Rook's true passion always lies with the hunt for more than he already has.

No one except fellow hunters may understand the taste of victory on his tongue whenever he spots his prey. The way he always feels the cold steel of a dagger against his body, hidden beneath his clothes just in case. How his ears rise, eyes twitch, lips part when he's alerted of possible game passing by him—both near and far. Years of training, refining, and stealing himself has led to this; a remarkable display of skill and talents, though recently, those have become wasted on the students of Night Raven College.

Nothing ever happens at NRC.

A deadly peace for a man of so much virtue and endeavor.

Of course, he can't just jump out of the image he uses to present himself. Patient, loyal, devoted, wise. Even if he's already seen as an oddball, he still has enough reputation to get away with some of the less savory behavior he can't suppress. However, boredom truly is his undoing with these sharpened senses, always alerting him for nothing. That was, at least, until you showed up.

You are an oddball, too, even if you don't show it as much. Your appearance at NRC shook the very core of the unsettling boredom that had begun spreading inside Rook. From the first moment you arrived here, you started stirring up commotions left and right, from the entrance ceremony to the overblotting of a few prominent figures.

The first time you truly caught Rook's attention was when you were helping Savanaclaw and, more importantly, their leader to get back on a righteous track. Leona was, as Rook would say, contemplation favorite—his favorite sight. And when he caught you two alone after it was all over, the Roi des Lions clinging to you as if his life depended on it, you ultimately caught Rook's attention to the fullest of his capabilities.

Given, Rook couldn't understand your discomfort when it seemed like Leona was pouring out his heart to you, having gone through the terrible disease that was overblotting and seemingly having changed his mind about his feelings for you. And still, Rook felt bad for you, thinking about helping you. Putting you out of your misery, you could say. But one as prolific and skilled as he was, had to be careful, especially when observing prey almost as capable as he was.

So when Leona turned to look at him before he could make a move, Rook opted to disappear for the time being. Leaving you to your fate.

But there were so many more interesting things happening around you two, he couldn't look away for a long time. Admittedly, Rook was testing the boundaries a lot by hanging around you, getting shooed and growled away by Leona more than once. But he also found genuine interest in the bite marks on your body, burning the image of Leona's teeth into his mind for later use. Rook might have been the first to notice the not-so-subtle changes that your relationship was going through with Leona, the wounds on your body, rope burns, bruises, scratches. The bags under your eyes and the ever-growing possessiveness of Leona, who was almost constantly stalking around you like the big, bad lion he was. A lion Rook would have loved to rouse a little.

You made it almost too easy to fulfill this dream of his.

See, he just needed to bump into you every now and then. Playful, kind. You were getting more comfortable around him every time you two spoke, and Leona was seething as he watched over you with scary eyes. Rook would back off before he became the prey, fearing for his throat that seemed to reflect in Leona's eyes more often than not. But this way, you came to trust him, lean on him for support, ask for his help with quivering lips in the softest of whispers. You, too, learned quickly how to appeal to people like Rook and Leona. How to make yourself look much too enticing for hunters like them.

Survival instinct, he reckoned. Cute, nonetheless.

At the same time, Leona was fuming. Unable to lash out, his claws clipped since Rook was too integrated as a presence in the school life to just 'disappear'. Accidents would have been even less likely, and Leona knew that just as well. Rook had no intentions to take you from him but also couldn't reveal his thoughts and reasons, so he just had to look out for the angry lion as best as he could. At times, Leona would swipe his paw at the hunter when he came too close to you. But Rook was tenacious and patient, just waiting until he could have either of you alone to go into depth about what he was seeing.

He already knew you two didn't have the most wholesome relationship from the plain evidence. But there was something beautiful in even the most toxic environment, Rook had learned from potionology. A highly poisonous potion could still sparkly and shine in the colors of the sun setting behind the horizon, and love as toxic as yours could still be as interesting and exciting for Rook as hunting a dangerous animal.

That Leona would be dismissive and aggressive whenever Rook brought it up didn't stop him from asking his questions. Why? How? Does Leona need help? But stubborn as a rock, the lion would not give in, no matter the amount of prying. You, however, were an open book as long as Rook hid you well. Your body language was the most telling, but of course, he also carefully examined every word you uttered, putting it on a scale with what he thought was true and what an exaggeration. He was a friend, sure, but not an ally considering he gained more from not meddling in Leona's passion.

Scared, horrified, in pain. You were all of those and more. Yet, somehow, adorable, cute, a truly delicious sight to see for his hunter heart. Rook could have easily stolen and devoured you, kept you all to himself in a pretty little cage like an exotic bird. But the differences between you and Leona were simply too good a show to waste on just Rook's selfishness. It would have been different if Leona joined you in the cage, but Rook had his doubts it would have been a suitable habitat for the lion.

If he could, he would have loved to show you two to everyone, but at the same time, Rook doubted many would see the beauty in you two that he did. Old habits died hard as he went out of his way to provoke more and more of your showcases of twisted love that only you two had, completely enamoring him. Using perfectly aimed, deadly words to shoot at Leona's jealousy and possessiveness, Rook fed you treats of comfort to lure you back into the game.

In a way, it made everyone involved miserable. Yet, tied you together even closer. Until Rook didn't even need to ask the questions on his mind anymore. Until he joined in on your twisted love by appearing in Leona's bedroom at night, watching, smiling. When he reached out, he could almost caress your cheek or feel Leona's collarbones before the lion's eyes snapped open, alerted, and Rook was gone already.

You brought the tingle back to his fingers, excitement forcing his heart to jump out of his chest every time he saw you. Every time he met you, he understood a little more, the knowledge lingering on his tongue as he held it above your head, always comforting but never helping you. Forcing Leona to pounce, and yet soothing him by disappearing. Even just your footsteps alerted him now, making him lick his lips as he observed you closely at all times, always one step ahead, it seemed.

And so, his hunting habits resumed at Night Raven College, where nothing ever happens unless you are around.

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