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verysium · 5 months

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bllk characters and what you think would be their type or what they find attractive in a girl?🙈💗💌

i mean... 🤔 do u want the truthful answer or do u want the ideal answer? cus i don't think any of the bllk boys (maybe with the exception of otoya and aiku) would have a type, much less let it be limited to a girl. but assuming they actually have a life outside of football, here are some traits they would find attractive in a person:

isagi would like someone he can see as a role model. throughout his life, he often finds figures that inspire him (eg. noel noa, ego, even rin if you squint hard enough). he doesn't idolize them, but he does find a way to incorporate their strengths into his playing style and actions. if you have a character trait he highly values, he will like you, and it's generally pretty easy to get him to like you. (unless of course, you're a massive dick like kaiser.)

i find that he gets along best with kurona and hiori. this is because (1) they can read his intentions well, and (2) they are quiet and level-headed. obviously, this would also apply to the romantic side of his life. isagi admires people who are similar to him but still have their own quirks and idiosyncrasies. for example, you subtly support him from behind the scenes and bring him snacks after practice and pack his bento every morning. he appreciates small gestures of kindness.

isagi is also someone very hot-headed as evidenced by his potty mouth. he likes someone who can match his energy and passion but is still calm enough to prevent him from doing anything rash. i picture him running up to you after a game, and the adrenaline causes him to pick you up from out of the stands and twirl you around in his arms.

canonically, isagi is unpopular with girls. he literally returned from valentine's day empty-handed. he tries to be nice most times, but truthfully, nothing except football really interests him. so if you can skip the small talk and start drafting football plays with him, i think he would be attracted to you. like very attracted.

unrelated but he likes someone with a pretty laugh.

bachira needs someone motherly. i feel like he never really got to be a child because everyone around him was constantly putting him down for being the "weird" kid. that's why his current personality is undeniably childish at times. it's the only way he can express the inner child he had before he grew up too fast. i think he'd like people who take care of him in a parental manner, whether that's scolding him for doing something stupid, wiping his chin cus he's a messy eater, or teaching him english every day.

i feel bachira is one of the most extroverted characters in blue lock. he genuinely thrives off his interactions with others. and for that reason, i think he'd be attracted to introverts because they differ so greatly from him. (he'd probably adopt them too.)

bachira has the most creative insults, and that's partially why he gets along so well with isagi. he's not afraid to get out of his comfort zone, nor is he afraid of pushing others to do the same. if this boy can hallucinate whole monsters, he can sure as hell rip his opponents into pieces. i feel like he'd have such a stark duality around you. he'd be beating the crap out of the other team, but the moment he sees you, he's all sunshine and rainbows and bounding over to ask you about your day and overshare about his.

ADHD. that's it. that's the quote. if you're hyperactive, then he's hyperactive, and you'll both be rocking the same boat. most people would assume he needs a grounding presence in his life, but i think post u-20 arc bachira is actually mature enough to process his own issues. now he just needs someone to let loose and have a little fun with.

rin needs a therapist. end of story. this boy is a whole case study. i don't think he's even mentally stable enough to have a romantic relationship. but if he were to date someone, i'd imagine that person is somewhat similar to isagi (and no, this is not a ship.)

isagi has something rin definitively lacks, and that is his strong, dynamic sense of self. when rin fails, he takes it heart. all solutions are linear and logical to him. if he missed a goal, it was because he didn't train hard enough. if he couldn't beat sae, it was because he just wasn't good enough.

but isagi completely changes his mindset every time he loses. (there's a reason why he's surrounded by puzzle pieces all the time.) analyzing is second nature to him. every failure is a catalyst for self-improvement, and he constantly breaks himself down in order to adapt and rebuild. rin needs someone like that in his life, someone who can teach him to be unafraid of change and embrace it instead.

rin also isn't immune to external influences. obviously, he is still learning to play football for himself. looking at the pxg version of him, he has had a significant change in mindset, but he still hasn't completely separated himself from this idea of "beating" someone in order to get to the top. according to his logic, if he surpasses both sae and isagi, he will finally be content. but the truth is, he won't be anywhere near content because his ego still isn't entirely his own. i think he would admire someone who refuses to let themselves be defined by others.

rin would also like someone who is patient because he clearly isn't. (boy was about to have a whole brain aneurysm when bachira threw that paper airplane at him.) honestly, you need to be both gentle and persistent with him. he hates it when people come on too strong, but he also finds his walls slowly crumbling when someone repeatedly goes out of their way to show that they care.

rin has a high level of emotional intelligence, as evidenced by sae's comments about his intuition. however, he can only work out a person's thought process about halfway before he starts to feel lost himself. for example, he can understand that sae dislikes losing, but he doesn't understand that it's innately tied to sae's self-worth and expectations as the eldest child/genius prodigy/role model. if he's going to romantically date anyone, then they need to be extremely skilled in the art of communication. otherwise, rin is going to easily misinterpret things.

finally, i think he'd like someone who knows how to comfort him. rin overthinks. like a lot. the cogs in his brain are constantly whirring. you need to lay him down on your lap and run your fingers through his hair and tell him that everything's going to be alright. (and it is going to be alright, because you're about to move both heaven and earth for him to make it stay that way.)

kaiser has no set type, but if he did, it would also be isagi (i'm sorry but yoichi is our harem princess for a reason.) kaiser oscillates between this superiority and inferiority complex. he even admits he was weak-hearted once.

any and all attraction is heightened for him because he gets obsessed easily. (like did you see his massive desktop displays of isagi? tell me that does not scream high-key yandere shit to you.)

however, more so than people, kaiser is fixated on ideals. he literally got a cheesy blue rose tattoo to remind himself that nothing is impossible, and he stands naked in front of his mirror every morning repeating the motto: "this is me." the self-esteem issues are glaringly obvious.

now, rather than completely shatter his entire worldview like isagi did, you need to be the one to gently (and i stress, gently) remind him that sometimes ideals aren't everything. kaiser is unpredictable, but the one thing that stays constant about him is the many masks he hides behind. everything is a role to him, and he takes center stage. but you need to convince him that none of this really matters. he doesn't need to bedazzle himself in tattoos and dye his hair and sport a mullet-rattail hybrid to be worthy of attention. sometimes his ugly bed head and dark circles are precisely the reason you love him.

second of all, you need to set firm boundaries (otherwise you'll end up like ness.) kaiser wants someone with a backbone, and he does not turn a blind eye to raw potential. victory is his end goal, and if you can bring him one step closer to that, he will stick to you. the only issue here is that you need to make sure he does not use you. and believe me, he will try. but if you draw a strong line between you two and stand your ground, he will start to see you in a new light. it can go both ways (love or hate), but either way you are someone important in his eyes.

lastly, i think he wants someone with a sense of humor. he's naturally cocky, and he needs someone to match his wit. ness already does that, but he doesn't give kaiser enough challenge. in my mind, i imagine kaiser trying to impress you with his german, but you give him a good run for his money when you already know how to speak it. things like that. he thinks it's hot when you can stand up to his level. but at the end of the day, your loyalty still lies with him, and you're not above/below him but rather the one standing beside him.

barou doesn't have a type. he is the type. you're lucky to have him.

otoya likes cute girls, even better when they have the standard fringe/bob cut look. he also lives for the height difference. teasing short girls by patting their heads is his signature move. he also likes it when girls wear lipgloss, like a sparkly candy pink shade, maybe even a spritz of perfume. he's also type to make fun of the little chubby pooch you get when you eat too much. he thinks it's adorable. personality-wise, it doesn't matter. he's going to cheat anyways. jk but on a more serious note, the person he's likely going to stay with forever is someone who can forgive his weaknesses and actually make the effort to understand him. instead of writing him off as an immature two-timer, he'd appreciate people who can actually hear him out. obviously, it doesn't excuse any of his actions, but it lets him know that you do indeed care.

aiku says he likes anyone who looks easy to break up with, but it's actually the opposite. he tends to go for older women who end up slapping him in the face. he's a womanizer, but he actually has a significant amount of character depth. generally, he's someone who goes with the flow, and nothing really upsets him. but to actually get to know him and his insecurities, you'd have to be someone really important to him. i think aiku is the type to be a serial dater before he finds someone he'll actually stick to. he's afraid of commitment, and it's for good reason. the authority figures in his life have failed him enough times to be considered unreliable. please be kind to him because the childhood trauma was not. i smell lots of emotional baggage here.

nagi likes the flame type because it has few weaknesses and helped him clear three levels in digimon. oh wait, you mean his ideal type? yeah, he does not know what that is, and he's too lazy to think of one. currently he's in the middle of fighting a custody battle for choki, and he's losing to a certain purple-haired freak. please come back later.

reo likes wine aunties lol. it's canon that he prefers older women, but i think it's just because they tend to know what they want. he likes people who have a set goal and are constantly working towards it. he himself diverts all his time and resources into football once he discovers that it is his calling.

i think he's the type to be extremely popular but not actually have any deep, long-lasting connections with any of his friends. he knows a lot of people, but he doesn't know them well. that's also why he gets so attached to nagi because nagi is the first person to really know him. in a way, i think that'd translate over to the people he loves as well. he likes people who don't beat around the bush. if they like him for who he is, they'll say it outright. he doesn't need to do any digging or engage in any form of the pretentious formalities he despises.

reo is rich, which is both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, he's all set for life, but on the other hand, it unfortunately makes many of his relationships conditional. he said it himself that people are often drawn to him because of his money. so i think he'd also like someone who isn't materialistic. he values honesty and genuine connection above all, so if you're ready to give him love regardless of his status, he'd sincerely love you too.

chigiri likes tomboys or any person with masculine characteristics. he's constantly getting mistaken for a girl at blue lock, so i think it'd just be funny to pair him up with someone who also shares the same androgynous plight. you two would bond over breaking gender norms.

he's a capricorn, and even if astrology is a pseudoscience, i still feel like the archetype fits him well. he refuses to let other people see him cry. he values his family a lot. he tends to be moody and intense at times. not to mention he is very goal-driven (excuse the pun.) based on that, i think he'd want someone calm and understanding. it's not that he needs someone else to work out his own problems for him. it's more so that he needs someone to remind him that he's still human sometimes. i feel like after his injury, he was sort of in this survival mode, constantly trying to prove himself and get back to the level he used to be at. but you need to remind him that he can relax once in a while. it's perfectly alright if he isn't as good as he used to be right now. progress comes at a different pace for everyone.

furthermore, chigiri tends to project a serious image most of the time, so i think it'd be nice if someone reminds him that he does have indeed an odd sense humor and his fair share of stupid moments, and that's totally okay too.

shidou likes anyone who doesn't like him, but this has to be done the right way. within blue lock, he's already sort of this outcast because no one understands his playing style (except maybe sae.) you need to show him that you value his eccentricities while also keeping him at an arm's length. he loves a challenge.

since he's someone unafraid to express himself, he likes to see that in another person. whether it's in your fashion sense, way of talking, body language, etc., he loves it when you act unapologetically yourself.

shidou is quite literally a dog kept on a leash, so you need to tug on that leash from time to time. he loves it when people attempt to tell him off and call him out for his bullshit. inhibition is a foreign concept to him, so he feels entertained when others try to teach it to him. he also thinks it's immensely sexy when you're angry at him. lord knows he is definitely going to slip that in mid-argument just so you can yell at him some more.

sae wouldn't even believe in the concept of a "type" in general because he thinks it's stupid to categorize people based on an ideal and fixed set of characteristics. (that's pretty rich coming from a guy who calls people who don't meet his standards lukewarm but we're just gonna ignore his hypocrisy.) either way, he has a non-traditional view of love and attraction.

i do think he likes people who are solid and reliable, and they can continuously yield quality results. he would also want someone who is as ambitious as him because i don't think he can realistically get along with someone who has no dreams or aspirations. it just doesn't fit well with his driven personality.

people who are empathetic and emotionally intuitive intrigue him since that's something he lacks. personally, i think he'd like someone who is mature (doesn't matter if they're older or younger.) if you can teach him something useful, he find you worthy of his time. and if you can read his feelings without him even telling you, he would consider you someone special.

sae needs someone who holds similar ideals to him but doesn't follow him blindly. (notice how he hated it when rin blindly relied on his assists when they were children.) he want someone who is independent because he is also highly independent. however, the difference is that they also actively make room in their life for other people, and that is something sae doesn't know how to do.

there's a point of growth somewhere in your relationship where you call out his mistakes and set him on the right path. sae struggles a lot with his definition of victory, and he finds it difficult to curb his greed. his ego is what sets him apart from everyone else, so failure is not an option in his books. unfortunately, this is also why he loses some of his original spark/motivation. you need to be someone who can tell him that failure is not a weakness, and sometimes the journey matters more than the ending.

also this poor boy needs someone to teach him social cues because i don’t really think he knows how to read the room. he’d probably unintentionally insult a chairman or investor, and you’ll be trailing after him with a sheepish smile as you bow and apologize for him. (i feel bad for his manager.)

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pariahsparadise · 1 year

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ye of little faith | e. p.

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summary: eustace doesn't believe that edmund has a girlfriend.

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: VERY unedited. also it's 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don't expect it to be good.

a/n: i don't really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it's okay. it's mostly eustace's pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.

“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.

“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.

“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.

“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.

“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.

A few days later, a painting gushes out water and swallows them whole, so poor Eustace, although having taunted his cousins with his skepticisms about the magical land of Narnia and called them fools for believing in the same, is forced to confront that he was wrong.

Eustace is soaking wet and miserable, still slightly panic infused. He can’t believe his eyes, convinced that he hallucinated the last fifteen minutes. Sitting on the ship, the Dawn Treader, he watches as his cousins are recognised as King and Queen. He’s related to royalty.

With a humorous snort, he realises that this is more believable than Edmund Pevensie having a girlfriend.

Hell, even the talking rat next to him is more believable.

He goes to voice the same, but is distracted by a joyous whoop descending from the sky, followed by a splash in the ocean. Eustace is too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the figure underwater to notice the hopeful glances Edmund and Lucy exchange, the faint tremour in Edmund’s hands as he snatches a telescope from a passing crew member, getting a clearer view.

“It is her!” Ed cries, only barely held back from jumping overboard by Caspian, who laughs fondly at the Just King. Eustace tries to hear what the Prince tells Edmund, but all noise turns to mush the second he sees the young woman surface, a brilliant smile on her face.

At first glance, he thinks it’s a siren. He’s heard stories about their enchanting beauty and ethereal forms, and Eustace does genuinely believe that this woman is too gorgeous to be human like he is. As she swims closer, though, and the ship's crew help pull her onto the ship, Eustace notices the lack of a tail. And though her hair is soaked and strewn across her face, and her clothes suction themselves to her skin, none of it takes away from her radiance.

It also doesn’t distract him from the fact that she’s walking right towards him.

Eustace’s mouth goes bone dry, and he gulps nervously, afraid she’ll talk to him and afraid she won’t, when suddenly, Edmund swoops past him and towards the woman. He snatches her up in a passionate embrace, hands securing her to him as he twirls her around in sheer delight.

When they kiss, chaste but heady, Eustace decides that he has never actually known anything about anything.

He’s scouring the sky for flying pigs when he hears Edmund’s self-satisfied voice behind him, “And this, my very real girlfriend, Y/N, would be my cousin, Eustace Scrubb.”

“How do you do?” Eustace says weakly, extending a hand, trying his hardest not to faint when you take it.

“Pretty well. If only Edmund would- what was it again?- stop holding my family hostage, I think I’d be great,” you rib amiably, throwing back one of Eustace’s earliest theories back into his now scarlet face.

“No, darling, you’ve got it wrong, I’ve currently got your dogs kidnapped and ready to be shipped to the pound, remember?” Edmund joins in on the fun, his smile widening as he earns a couple of chuckles from you, and a darker flush from Eustace’s cheeks.

Eustace Scrubb, though unwilling, is forced to admit, after watching the two of you interact, gravitating towards each other naturally, at ease with the love that surrounds you, his cousin’s eyes brighter than he’s ever seen them, that it is very believable for Edmund Pevensie to be dating Y/N L/N after all.

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calware · 1 month

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dear calware, I'm not sure how much you know on the topic of Doc Scratch, but I was wondering, why is the common consensus around him that he's like a creepy pedophile? after rereading his messages with Rose, he seems more tone deaf and weird than a fully on creep. is there something I'm missing?

scratch isn't "literally" a pedophile (or a hebephile, which is the accurate term for this situation) which we know because of this

but at the same time, that is still the Way he's written

(i'm sorry if this following explanation is confusing.... i really do not have the right wording to describe it) it's almost like a metaphorical representation. he's a child predator in every way but the actual sexual attraction. the way he's written references the behavior of actual child predators and is meant to signal to the audience that this is the Kind Of Character he is. it's a literary tool(?)to tell the audience that he is literally taking advantage of characters in various ways (as well as straight up abusing damara) while at the time comparing it to child sexual abuse

but if you do want literal actions on his part, he does Literally groom young girls and they are his targets for manipulation

also, directly from the author commentary (which. is not 100% serious at times. but i do think it sometimes offers some actual insight):

I know I just said a bunch of stuff about [DD] maybe being a creep. But look, this is just my OPINION here. I don't think he's actually being creepy about this. I think he has a genuinely parental attitude toward Aradia and wants to see her succeed in her violent and underhanded schemes. See how he wants them to conduct their business with efficiency? He's way too professional to go Full Doc on these girls.

Another peek at Rose suggests she's still at it with her creepy uncle, Doc Scratch.

Then you have a few beats of conversation which bring Equius to mind, such as the creep-factor

[Dirk and Equius] have this creepy-guy streak running through them, with strange or offputting interests, and seem to get a quiet kick out of making others uncomfortable through demonstrations of these fascinations. [...] I'd say these self-examined qualities are just drawn out, isolated, and inflated both for dramatic effect, and also as critical write-up of those qualities existing within many human beings in general, which I would like to think is grounded in a creative process involving a certain degree of humility about some of this bullshit. I like all these characters here, but that doesn't mean I think their unpleasant qualities are good. It just means I am harnessing and heightening those qualities for creating strong villainous portraits.

We start getting the sense that the entire purpose of this conversation, from Doc's vantage point, is just to passive-aggressively manipulate Rose into peering directly into one of his cursed testicles. Wait, my youth pastor is literally barking like a dog right now for some reason. Probably because I put him on a leash and tied him to a post in the backyard. I guess I fucked up again? I mean one of Doc's seeds.

Maybe it's fair to say I have a higher than average tolerance troubling content. But even I have to admit to shuddering a little when I read Doc's creepy lines toward Rose. I think Doc's creep factor toward girls is most likely channeling part of Caliborn's personality, which almost seems to revolve around his horrid attitude toward women. For Caliborn, this weird combination of wrathful misogyny, yet fixation and obsession with certain girls, is obviously central to the type of real-world profile he's meant to portray. But when his personality is more muted among the collective in Doc's head, those qualities come across as more "restrained," "polite," and "flattering," which arguably just makes it all creepier. The result is a creepy dude profile that also exists in the real world, sort of adjacent to the Full Caliborns out there. There seem to be many stripes of this kind of unfortunate male behavior, which all exists in a broader family of sub-Caliborns. The Docs, the Eridans, the Cronuses… They're all sketchy in different ways.

Doc sitting back just to "watch" is another creepy Equiusism. Remember that was a thing with him.

I wonder what Jade would think if she knew she had in her possession since childhood one of Doc's testicORACLES!!! Oracles. The word I meant to say was oracles, not anything else. Anyway, like I was saying, how would Jade react if she realized every time she played with one of her beloved toys, she was actually fondling this weirdo's plump, juicy oracle. I know you think my youth pastor may have something to do with this peculiar outburst, but you're wrong. I "dismissed" him recently, because he told me with great pride that I learned everything he had to teach me. I don't need anyone to keep me from shoving my foot in my mouth anymore, I'm sure you'll be pleased to know. Now let's watch this grieving teen receive a demonic message from an evil puppet's big fat nut.

bonus commentary from book 6 that has nothing to do with the post:

We're reaching a specific kind of story partition. Not the end of an act, but the end of a year. Also an end of "disc," which is a kind of meta-partitioning I just made up for the purpose of closing the book on two years of content, as well as being a good meta-device for introducing the Doc sequence we're about to get into in the next book.

"next book"...... sad

#ask #jestinggenesis #feel the need to mention that. so much of this makes me cringe while reading it

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azulock · 3 months

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so I wanna requests the guys as dads, I remember at some point you said you wanted to do something like this and I really wanna see it

Time to rull up my sleeves, cause I did say I was gonna do one of those right? Back when I got annoyed that all I found was girl dad this girl dad that and I got tired of all the typical gendering going on in dad fics.

Ryusei Shidou

Girl dad in the most chaotic way possible. Tiaras coexist with bows and arrows as a princess fights off an invasion. Every doll and plushie has a tattoo made either with a sharpie or from a patch attached with hot glue. Every tea time is a mafia family meeting that always involves an assassination plot. And the barbies live very intense lives that inevitably delve into wrestling like storylines where each one has a gimmick, a long standing feud, and a clear thirst for blood.

Chaos may not be the best thing to keep an organized home, but it's good for mental development. And much like a kid, Shidou also thrives in creative chaos. He isn't the best at practical things, especially the ones involving routine and quiet time, but he has got his uses. Very good at wasting his daughter's energy until she drops straight into a deep sleep. His antics are also good at convincing her to eat pretty much anything. And of course, great at entertaining her so you can take a break.

Oliver Aiku

Boy dad but like he really doesn't care, he'd be giving the same extremely affectionate, and even a bit clingy, treatment to his kid no matter the gender - sugary sweet nicknames included. Probably heard people saying he coddles his son too much, treating him like a princess, but Oliver is good at playing deaf. Tho, that kid gonna have to fight for the right to have his feet touching the ground, cause dad wants to carry his offspring everywhere. Sure to raise a boy as clingy and openly affectionate as him.

Those reflexes honed for football are quite good at catching a kid before an ugly fall. And he's actually good at the general everyday stuff, surprisingly patient too. Takes a genuine interest in the things his son likes, so when the boy shows sudden interest in colorful nail polish, he'll show up to a match with badly painted soft purple nails. Likes sleeping on the floor with his boy, when asked why the floor and not the bed he brings up the old man excuse of "the floor is good for my back".

Reo Mikage

Girl dad and he was ready for a little princess, but what he got was more of a cave dwelling gremlin. He was expecting frilly dresses and tea time but he gets a little girl who likes bugs, playing in the mud and digging things from the ground. It hits him as a surprise but he adapts to that, and as much as he isn't very excited for the cleanup afterward, he is always eager to entertain his girl's odd interests. If buying dinosaur fossils weren't such a legal can of worms he'd buy one just to bury it for her to dig up.

If he wasn't convinced to go to therapy before, now is the moment to convince him. Just gotta say he should do it not to become like his dad and he's gonna be booking the appointment fast. Will be reading child pedagogy books and shit like that to make sure he can be a good and understanding dad. Really just trying to kill his family's trauma conga line at himself - wants his daughter to trust and count on him in the way he never could with his dad.

Michael Kaiser

Boy dad but to the gentlest, sweetest of souls, a little boy who seems to have absolutely nothing in common with his dad, aside from some physical traits. It at the same time shocks and scares him, because the world out there is not kind to sweet people. But while the boy is at home, Kaiser can keep him safe. It does frustrate him a little bit when he tries to get his son into football but the boy is more into art than sports, but he learns to move past that. Truth is, he wanted the boy to mirror his traits a bit more, so this is a humbling experience.

That poor rose tattoo of his does not see a day of peace after his son learned to color. Tho, Kaiser gets used to the shaky new roses drawn on his skin fair enough. And he actually considers getting a full tattoo of just lineart and not colors just to let the boy color in. He's not the most patient so he has a bit of a hard time getting used to the whole parenting thing, but he does try his best. Also, whenever he takes his son out somewhere he makes their clothes match in color scheme.

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crow-raven-crow · 8 months

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could i maybe request an enemies to lover between larissa and an 18+ student ?

the plot is up to you :)

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰]

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Larissa Weems x Young Professor f!reader words: ~4.5k specific warnings/content: FLUFF, slight nsfw

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a/n: ok so i did change this a little bit to young professor because i can't really imagine Larissa being with a student of her school, so i hope thats okay. Otherwise ! the creative liberty was so freeing. I hope yall like the concept - i was really excited for this one

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This weeks potion for your class was definately taking a toll on you - you sat in your office staring at your email as the moonlight shined on your skin, doing nothing to help the chill that filled the room. It had gotten late but you took the hours of sweet, quiet sanctuary to work ahead and save yourself some time later on. The blue glow of your computer screen casted a bright gleam on your face and illuminated the corner of your dark, empty classroom, forcing your mind onto the sight of how late it had gotten.

The Potion of True Intentions was one that could be helpful in one hand and dangerous in another. It was a potion that could reveal multiple truths about someones actions, even make them unable to lie in higher potencies - taking away the mask they put on in day to day life and revealing anything and everything that stood behind it. It was part of the curriculum, so, regardless of who your students were, it had to be taught. You had spent the last hour trying to wrap your head around how you would teach this, who exactly you would use for an example.

The thought was risky, especially with teenagers, especially with teenage outcasts. One could reveal their undying love for another while someone else might confess to attempted murder - a certain raven haired girl slipped into your mind and the thought alone making the possibilities shocking. There were so many twists and turns that could come up that you pinched the bridge of your nose as you groaned out in frustration.

You flew back to rest fully against your desk chair as you blankly stared at the already typed email on your screen. Dread filled you at the thought of sending this email, at the thought of sending this email to her.

Your relationship with Larissa Weems, the principal, your boss, was nothing less than complicated. You thought all had gone well when you were swiftly hired just months ago, being met with a kind smile and what you thought was genuine banter from the woman as she gave you a tour, as she walked you through the halls and to the quarters you would be moving into, all with her arm brushing against yours, all with her hand meeting the small of your back, all with reassurance and a light blush and a beautiful laugh that you still wished to hear ring in your ears..

That is, if you didn't grow to hate the woman.

It was more like a strong dislike but it was so close to hate that it was the word that made the most sense. But hate was dreadful, hate was all consuming, hate was confusing, full of longing, full of.. care? Full of lust?

You just hated that she hated you, so you always tried to give her no reason to.

Surely, no.. this was a different kind of hate than what you have been met with before. But you still couldn't help the feeling that climbed deep into your chest and settled itself there, like a fire - warm and anxiety induced, jittery and build on.. need? It riled you up and curled your hands into fists whenever she challenged you, but the willpower you had, the need to not back down always shot you farther than you always intended.

This would be an interesting class..

You let out a deep sigh as you steadied yourself to rest your hands back on your keyboard, your oversized sweater falling off one of your shoulders as you scanned over your words for any errors, but, with the way she treated you, there was no doubt you had to spice it up a little.. You always sent every email with the hope of making her seethe and her jaw clench at how absolutely perfect you could be, at how absolutely perfect you could be for her.

You were one of the youngest among the staff, but that didn't stop you from being heavily qualified and experienced - something that she seemed to absolutely pick at whenever possible.

Good Afternoon, Larissa.

I hope your evening has gone well so far. I have a request for you that I think aligns with our values of safety and education within the walls of Nevermore.

The potion that I am teaching to my students tomorrow can be potentially dangerous if ended up in the wrong hands - the Potion of True Intention. I'm sure you're well aware of what this can do, so I've gone ahead and told them that I would be the only one creating a batch of this particular potion - though, this may not stop them from creating one of their own.

If you're available, could you please attend my mid-day class tomorrow as an extra set of eyes? Your presence will surely make the lot feel safer and bring more authority into my statement to prevent them from making their own with ill intentions while also letting them be able to put their whole focus on taking in the information and learning about such a beautiful potion.

Maybe you could learn a thing or two as well

-Professor Y/N

Your body immediately relaxed as you clicked send, a large weight falling from your shoulders as a deep sigh left your lungs. Though, a wild smirk rose onto your features at what you could do tomorrow in her presence, about who you could use as an example if she were to show.

Your heart laughed in mischief at the endless possibilities - oh, what a show it would be to see how much she truly hates you, to see her try and hold back every comment, every action as her teeth grind together in anger and her hands turn to fists at her sides.

The familiar 'ding' of a message popping into your inbox filled the room. You don't even have to look at it to know it was her - sure, it was late, but you knew the woman would still be up.

You adjusted in your seat as you moved your mouse to click on the email. You read over her words, your blood boiling a bit at the small email, but it didn't matter as your lungs filled with satisfaction at her reply.

Professor Y/N,

I'll make sure to be there - Be sure not to start without me.

L. Weems

You propped the classroom door open as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, knowing that students would filter in slowly as you gathered all the ingredients you needed at the front of the room. You were nearly buzzing with excitement at what was to come, spending most of the morning making sure everything would go perfectly.

This was one of the few times you knew Larissa would be in your classroom while you were teaching, other than teacher evaluations and any other potion you deemed more dangerous than others. It made you slightly anxious as well.. She was still your boss, at the end of the day. This would be a way to prove yourself as a professor and gather some insight on the woman who did a complete 180 on you.

You grabbed the final bowl with a gentle touch, knowing that it was the main piece of the rather tedious puzzle you were about to build.

Early this morning, you wandered into the greenhouse, Marilyn Thornhill's domain. You loved stopping by and seeing what she had in store. You often worked together to grow the flora and fauna within the academy - you taking care of and helping her research more plants while she grew anything you needed for future lessons. It had jumpstarted a kind friendship between you two, especially since you both were on the newer side.

You were in search for a very specific flower as your eyes filtered over the dozens upon dozens of plants that were held on shelves and hung from the ceiling. You loved how she made the greenhouse something of her own - there was no doubt so much of her personality within every aspect.

She came into view after seeing you from her office window, your confused and slightly overwhelmed expression making the redhead chuckle to herself before standing.

"Was there something specific you were looking for today, Y/n?" Her voice had startled you a bit, her office being slightly hidden by some of the bigger plants, but her warm aura always settled your nerves. You let out a sigh as you waved at her to come closer.

"I know I didn't ask for any, but I was hoping you had some Browallia Speciosa flowers.." Your eyes didn't stop scanning the room, hoping she had the blue version of the flower and not only its violet or white form. "I have a special guest coming to class today.. and the blue hues of the flower remind me of her eyes. Do you have any, by chance?"

You finally looked over at the woman only for more confusion to come up to your features. There was a knowing look on her face, like there was something you didn't quite know, something that she didn't plan to tell you - it peaked a big wave of curiosity to course through you, though you decided against mentioning anything of it.

"I'm pretty sure that there's sommmee…" She dragged out the word as she walked towards one of her far walls. You watched her struggle on her tippy toes for a few moments before finally grabbing a large vase off one of the shelves. "…here!"

A smile rose to your face as you saw how proud she was at her small victory. She brought the vase to one of the desks as she went to grab some sheers. "Take as many as you need. They seem to be blooming perfectly at this time of year. What potion are you working on today?"

She handed you the sheers with a soft touch then watched how carefully you started to cut the flowers away - she always seemed so interested in your work, and it was something you heavily appreciated. "The Potion of True Intention.. I figured out who I would use as an example late last night, so I didn't have enough time to wait for another type to grow."

You handed her the sheers and placed the flowers in the bowl. "You always seems to be a lifesaver when it comes to this, so I wasn't surprised to see that you had some, though hidden.. Thank you."

You offered her a kind smile before watching her put everything away. When she was back to you, she walked you to her classroom door. "Who are you using as an example? I'm very curious to hear about everything, I'm not gonna lie."

You turned around to face her completely, a mischievous smirk rising onto your face. "Larissa Weems."

Her expression turned into shock before converting into a wide smile. She knew about your.. let's say, distaste for her best friends hatred towards you. She, however, would knew both sides, but told nothing to the other person - something you heavily appreciated as you trusted the redhead. It had shocked her at how bold you were being, and she said she would come by when the lesson was done to hear about everything.

You placed the bowl down next to your other materials before looking up towards your students, immediately watching them calm down and settle under your gaze. You threw them all a gentle smile as you ran your fingers along the edge of your cauldron. They always seemed to love potion days the most - always so focused as they hung onto every word, taking in the information with ease - so you were glad that your teaching style called for a lot of them.

"Alright, everyone.. Let's do this." You took a deep breath as you clapped your hands together. "Good afternoon!!"

"Good afternoon!!!" You watched as their faces lit up along with yours, laughter echoing through the room after their booming response. "How lovely. Seems everyone's excited for today, yes?"

The energy of your students after a lunch break was always something that was hit or miss when it came to taming it, but you grew to use it to your advantage and have them feel really engaged with the material - ensuring that their knowledge was growing instead of having information constantly just thrown at them. Small conversations died down, once again, as you took an inhale to speak. The words, however, died on your tongue when you noticed a flash of white by the door.

"I hope I'm not late! Hello, everyone," She said with a smile. She wore a cream colored dress and gold jewelry, making her signature red lip pop more than it usually did. Something about her presence today made the air get pulled from your chest as you gripped the side of the cauldron. Her piercing blues landed on your form and soaked you in from head to toe. If you weren't so focused on reining in your own emotions, you would've noticed the faint blush fill her features as her posture wavered.

Your dress complimented your features very well - the sleeves ran long but still showed your collarbones, long enough to pronounce your height but short enough for your calves to be visible. The dark colors of the outfit along with your make up and silver accessories really fed into the notion that you would know you entered a potions room, just at the glance in your direction.

You made sure to put a little more effort into your appearance whenever you knew you'd be around Larissa. You always wanted to look good for the woman, your looks always adding to your confidence. There was a part of you that still craved her validation, though, she never gave it to you. There was always a small victory raining inside you whenever you were able to make her falter, to make her breath pause, for her breath to hitch with your presence alone..

You wondered just how far she would let you go..

"You're not late at all - don't worry!" You threw a sickly sweet smile at her, your head tilting to the side slightly. "We've actually just started. Okay, everyone.. so.." You turned back to face your students, feeling her presence shift and come close right after. "I asked Principal Weems to be here today because, like I said before, this potion can be used in multiple ways - even in the dangerous sense. Though I'm using it in a light hearted matter, I'm required to really teach about it's history and uses.. which is why I hid nothing from you all. I wanted her here to really press the matter of it's danger and because I thought another set of eyes would help settle you. Understood?"

Your eyes fluttered around the room to meet all directions, being met with some saying a small 'yes' and others nodding their heads.

"Good.. Who can tell me what today's potion is just by looking at the ingredients that I have up here?"

Many of their hands shot up and a sense of pride filled your chest. You knew this was from your teaching alone, but you couldn't help and love how they were all behaving with Larissa there - really pushing the fact that you were genuinely good at your job and making her see it for herself, even if you were younger.

You gestured to a student in the front row. "The potion of True Intention."

"Yes, good! And what does it do?"

"It can reveal one of many things, depending on what the brewer wants to know. While making the potion, you have to put your own intentions into it - asking questions or giving demands on what you want to know from your person."

The next ten minutes continued on like that - you asking your students questions and them all ready to answer. You gave more of the history and reminded them of some of the uses of the potion before calling two helpers to pull the curtains to cover the large windows that consisted of one of the classroom walls. You took your lighter and lit three blue candles and placed them on opposite sides of the cauldron, lighting up the sides and front with a golden oranger glow.

"You want the colors of the flowers and candles to be around the same. When you light your candles, you want to already be thinking about your intensions. A good potion always comes from a clear mind." You placed the lighter down and took one of the flowers from your bowl. "You want to use a flower or plant that you think can link back to them, capturing their personality or looks within the nature. We're lucky enough to be growing some Browallia Speciosa - a flower that links to spiritual wisdom and clarity."

You walked around and placed the bowl in front of a student in the first row, urging them to grab one and pass it down. As you walked back to the bubbling liquid, you held the flower in front of Larissa so she could see it, then moved it into the light. "I got the blue ones because the color reminds me of a certain guest that we have here today."

You peaked a glance to your side and saw her shocked expression, making a wild smirk form on your lips. You placed it down for a moment before saying your next words, then grabbed a paper and started to tear it to ensure only a name would be thrown into the mixture.

"If you have a belonging from the person, whether it be hair, their handwriting, a photograph, just to name a few, you want to throw that in. If you don't, then you can write the persons first and last name on a sheet of people and throw it in. If you have both, do the name after the item - it's preferred if you do to have a clearer potion."

You looked down to see that you had successfully isolated Larissa's signature off of the permission slip you submitted to teach this potion - killing tow birds with one stone as you threw it into the starts of the potion.

"Take your flower and dip the petals into the mix gently, pulling them out and letting any excess drip off until it stops. Once it's not soaked anymore, lift the flower in front of you and slowly start to pull off each petal, dropping it into the cauldron while you whisper your intentions over and over until none are left. Once all petals are in, put the stem in gently while saying.." You leaned closer to the bubbling liquid, seeing that it has already grown thicker than the start. "'The truth shall show itself, as it seems to time and time again..'"

The potion was accepted and made correctly, a light blue smoke emitting from its sides and flowing down to the floor. You watched the smoke swirl with the flames before taking a glance over to Larissa. She seemed so invested in your lesson - her eyes were glued to your work as she absorbed every word and action that came from you. The smoke put out each flame with a harsh breeze, the classroom becoming completely black before the potion glowed a light blue, illuminating the room with it's success.

You asked the students to open the blinds back up as you bottled up a small amount of the mix. "Now, you can put this potion in food or drinks, create it into a spray, or keep it as an oil. As long as it's absorbed, whether it through the skin or with digestion or smell, it should work."

You shook it slightly before you twisted the lid off and squeezed the top of it, moving some of the oil into the dropper before presenting it to Larissa. You held it out to her, one hand staying underneath it to prevent any spilling, silently asking for permission.

She seemed uneasy at first, but, in the end, moved closer to you to allow it. You put a few drops onto your fingers then smeared the liquid between your fingertips. You set the dropper down before starting to apply it along some of her pulse points, your fingers grabbing her wrists in a gentle hold as you applied some there, then moved your fingers up and placed some along her neck.

The close contact and gentle touch seemed to make Larissa flustered, but you couldn't help but think she was fuming behind the mask of it all. You gave her a smile, and she rolled her eyes subtly. You took a few steps back, afterwards, and took in her form.

Her breathing picked up slightly and her eyes scattered around the room, being sure to land on anything other than you. You tilted your head to the side in mock curiosity as finally she faced you. You saw her jaw clench before her throat bobbed in a harsh swallow.

The students seemed to be on the edge of their seats - the room growing quiet enough that you were sure you could hear a pin drop. It looked like she was struggling to keep herself from saying something, the words nearly being forced out before the ring of the bell filled the room.

You were cruel, but not as cruel as her.

You had planned it to go this way. This was still your job, and you weren't going to risk it or your professionalism by forcing the woman to put herself this far out there.

Your students groaned and complained as they threw their items into their bags and got up to leave the room. "I'll be sure to let you all know what happened!" You said before closing the door behind the last student.

"I know you hate me.." You stated, breaking the silence. "I wanted to know why and how much.. But I wasn't going to risk anything and have your image be tainted in front of the students. I hope you understand.. because I-"

Just as you turned around, you were pinned back against the very door you just closed, firm hands meeting your hips as hot breath tickled the side of your neck. Your breath had been forced out of your lungs at the impact, your face flushed as you finally acknowledged exactly what was happening. Her perfume was intoxicating as it met your lungs, the smell causing your heart to flutter, and her touch was so warm.. so easy to melt into, so easy to crave..

"I don't hate you, Y/n…" Her voice was low as it ghosted along your ear. You couldn't help but be confused at her words, but, before you were able to say something, her voice cut you off. "It's quite the opposite, really.. I just couldn't accept how easy it was to be myself around you, to get lost in the time, how easy it was for me to fall for you.."

Your breath hitched as one of her hands took hold of your chin, forcing your eyes up to hers. She took in your expression and it seemed to be one she approved of, her eyes fluttering down to your lips before she pressed into you more.

"But, it seems, I no longer have the willpower to hide my desire now.. do I?"

Her lips ghosted along your own, you gripped the fabric at her strong shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forwards, only to open when her lips didn't meet your own. A lustful smirk graced her features as her eyes darkened. "And it seems I'm not the only one.."

She crashed her lips into yours after her words, a whimper leaving your throat at the desperation and need found within it. Her hands wandered your torso before bringing one of your legs up to her waist. Her leg slid into the space and pressed firmly against your core. A deep moan left your chest at the contact, and she took the opportunity to explore your mouth.

Her tongue danced with yours, swallowing each of your whimpers and moans for her only. She broke the kiss, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth while doing so. The desire found within your own eyes seemed to surge her forward - she was reeling in how absolutely delicious you looked. Her lips traced down your jaw before moving down to your neck. She licked along your pulse point, causing a satisfied hum to leave your throat before sucking a dark, purple mark onto the skin.

The action sent a shiver down your spine as you melted into her touch. She kissed along the canvas of your skin, biting down at the junction of where your neck and shoulder met, pulling a gasp out of you.

Just after the sound, a loud knock was heard against the wood behind you. You both froze before softly breaking away from each other. She stood right behind you as you opened the door back up, a deep blush still apparent on your features as you calmed down slightly, as your eyes landed on Marilyn.

"How did it go! What ended up happening?" She said the words as you were opening the door, a small gasp leaving her as she noticed that you were not alone. Her eyes took in both of your forms, gaze moving between you both before her eyes widened as she noticed the new mark along your neck. "You know !! I-I actually forgot something!! I'll come back later, you know??"

She quickly shuffled down the hall and out of view before you closed the door at her loss of presence. You turned around to meet a heavily flustered and smiling principal, the sight of her and the situation making a loud laugh leave you, her following in your foot steps.

You walked up to her and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to enjoy her warmth. "Y/n.. I suppose, we should talk about this, hmm?"

Her arms wrapped around your waist, and you couldn't help but notice how well your bodies fit with each other. Her smile reflected your own as you finally understood some of the truth behind her actions. You spoke with butterflies in your chest, a newfound clarity filling your being."I suppose we should.."

"I was thinking tonight. Over dinner, if you'd like?"

You loved the hope that filled her eyes, a new sparkle settling there as she looked back at you. You giggled at her forwardness, something you never would've thought you would see in such a kind light. You nodded as you gave her your answer, relaxing in the comfortable energy that coursed through you both.

Seems you were right about your feelings.. Hate always seems to linger close to love, after all..

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COLLEGE IS KICKING MY ASS LOW KEY!!!

it's fine though because that's important - it's just taking up much more of my time than I thought it would, especially now that im working again.

BUTTTT!!

i hope you liked this because i've literally been thinking about it for DAYS. I wanted to write so bad but i was flooded with assignments this week. it was so fun to write whenever i had the chance and just clear my mind from anything else. this is why i love writing

ty for the submission ! my reqs are currently on pause ! you can read more about it here but I'm going to be working on what i have before starting anything new

i also changed my pfp - sorry if you recognized me by my picture but i do be making a new one every now and then

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moothelittle · 1 year

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Hey, littles with autism, what’re your crossovers with your regression?

I’ll go first, it’s kind of a list!

Bluey! - I love it when I’m regressed but it was genuinely my special interest when I’m big first!

COWS! - omfg favourite animal and little me goes ham over them, my partner takes me to a local public farm to pet them if I’m little or sad

Drawing/Colouring - I’m one of those stereotypical creative autistic kids. I’m not particularly good at drawing or painting but I try my best and I especially love it when I’m little! Colouring to me is so calming both big & little!

Stims - This is something I can’t help but I’ve noticed I’m more carefree about my stims when I’m regressed, I don’t try to suppress them

Mimicking/doing accents - Now I will often mimic accents or put on “funny” voices which my psych has recently told me is an autism symptom but when I’m little I go absolutely feral for a funny voice, doesn’t matter if I’m doing it or someone is doing it for my entertainment!

Soft textures - My childhood blanket is this really lovely soft material and I’ve always loved feeling it or holding it, even before I knew I was autistic but I also go ham for soft textures when I’m little. I’m a bit of a sensory seeker when it comes to certain soft textures!

Rocking myself/being rocked - I soothe myself by rocking side to side or back & forth sometimes as I’m sure most autistic people can relate to. When I’m little I absolutely love laying in my partners arms and being softly rocked.

If you’re reading this, reblog and add yours or comment some of yours! I would love to know!

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ch3rrysuck3r · 1 year

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Hey could you do a story for Eddie where him and femreader preferably get into a fake relationship trying to make Camila and you can pick the band member reader has feelings for jealous and they end up realizing they like each other feel free to shape this however you want and be as creative as possible thank you sm!!!

hi darling, ofc!! i hope u enjoy 💌

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"You're sleeping with Camila?!" My eyes widen as I ask a little too loud and Eddie's palm quickly meets my mouth.

We're both sitting on my bed, legs crossed, in front of each other. Eddie and I have been friends since before the band even started, so it only makes sense he would trust me enough to tell me this, and it makes even more sense he would ask me to do what he did before confessing his affair.

"Do you want to scream it a little louder?"

He removes his hand and I am quick to apologize. "I'm sorry, it's just I-" I cut myself off as I think what to say next "...She's married." I tell him as if it was breaking news.

"Yes, I know she's married. To an asshole. Don't tell me you're genuinely sorry for him."

I put my arms up in surrender. "I'm not. It's just I don't understand what even is the point in trying to make her jealous."

"You think I do? I have no ideia what the fuck is happening." He holds both of my hands and brings them to his lap, looking sincerely into my eyes. "Please."

I nod my head 'no' reluctantly and roll my eyes, knowing I'm going to agree to it eventually. As I open my mouth to answer, the door opens.

"Hey, sweetcak-" Warren's happy face falls when he meets our sight. He looks between Eddie and I, and his gaze lingers on our intertwined hand several times before Eddie clears his throat.

"Um..I was already leaving..." He scratches the back of his neck. "But..." He looks at me, questioning wether or not I'm up to follow his crazy plan.

I nod several times. "Yeah, yeah, um, yeah, of course." I offer him a knowing smile.

I watch as he closes the door behind him, leaving Warren and I in an uncomfortable silence. He lifts his face, looking into my eyes.

"So...you and Eddie?"

I gulp the truth. "Yeah, yeah. Um, it has been going on for a while, we just hadn't told anyone."

"Cool." His face remains nonchalant and his tone is almost aggressive.

"You needed anything?"

"No, no, it wasn't anything important."

"Alright." I nod repeatedly as I look at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing.

"Anyways, I'm just gonna head back to my room."

"O-okay, sure. Yeah, you do that." I manage out a half smile.

"Don't wanna keep the groupies waiting." He winks at me and grins. My face falls, but he doesn't seem to notice since he's already out the door.

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Warren Rojas: (Shrugs and smiles) I was an asshole when I wanted to. Not that I'm proud of it or anything. It's just, given how the story ended, it's funny to look back at it now. (Pause) Oh, and, for the record —there where no groupies.

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Eddie makes his way to me as I'm about to reach the diner, and his hand meets the small of my back.

"Hello, gorgeous."

I look up at him and smile. "Hi, boyfriend."

We share a laugh as the bell rings and we search for our friend's table. Karen waves once she finds us and we make our way to them.

As we arrive, I am quick to feel everyone's eyes on our hands that rest held between us.

"Oh."

"Well that's new."

"Not really unexpected, huh?" Daisy laughs.

"So you two a thing now?" Camila asks and Eddie turns to look at her, nodding while holding her gaze. "Yeah, yeah we are."

Camila only nods and slowly looks back at her hands that fiddle with each other beneath the table.

We sit down on the booth, which leaves me sandwiched between Warren and Eddie.

The dinner is going perfectly, that is until Eddie pokes my shoulder, making me turn at him. He's holding a fry, signaling me to open my mouth. I obligue with laughter and catch the food between my teeth.

Suddenly, Camila gets up. "I need to grab some air." She walks towards the door and exists, while —almost— everyone else goes back to their food.

"Uh, yeah, I actually might go too. I need a cig." Eddie follows her trail and no one questions it.

I smile to myself while taking another sip out of my coke.

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Camila Álvarez: I don't think keeping secrets and hiding the truth are the same thing. (Pause) That we decided not to talk about our secrets didn't mean we didn't knew what was actually going on. It just meant we were willing to act oblivious to what we knew was the truth. For the sake of it all, I guess.

Graham Dunne: Now that I think about it (Pause) they never came back into the diner that night.

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The night goes on and the band starts making their way back to their houses. That suddenly left Warren and I alone.

"Cute relationship you got going on with Roundtree" Warren drunkenly mentions and laughs to himself.

"Fuck off"

"Or what? You'll call your boyfriend to fuck me up?" His sarcastic remark is followed by a long swing of the beer he's holding by the neck with two fingers.

"Oh, screw you, Warren. Seriously, what is your problem?"

"You are."

"Excuse me?"

"I-" he pauses and takes a deep breath. His hands meet the sides of my face, inching it closer to his'. "It's just I have this weird feeling inside my chest whenever I see you with him. Like I'm choking or something."

"Are you jealous?" I ask with a bit of mockery.

"What, me? Jealous? Of course not. I don't have feelings for you, why would I be jealous?"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"So if I kiss you, that won't change anything?"

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Warren: Your auntie did not play games. Ever.

Y/N L/N: Well, what can I say? It's not like he hadn't had a thing for me for the longest time. (Pause) I also had a thing for him, but never tell him I told you that. To this day, he won't forget that time he signed a fan's chest. That man's ego is still off the roof, even after all this time.

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"If you ki-" I cut him of, pressing our lips together in a quick kiss. As I pull apart, he grabs the back of my head and smashes our lips together once again, this time more intensely.

We pull apart, and his eyes remain closed, like he was taking in the moment.

"So... everything still the same?"

He looks up at me, squinting his eyes in a playful manner. "Fuck you, sweetcakes. I don't think that boyfriend of yours is gonna be happy with what just happened, is he now?"

"Well, that boyfriend of mine is in no place to complain about it."

"There's something else going on, isn't it?"

"Well, I can tell you all about it back at your boat."

He eagerly gets up and holds his arm out for me. I intertwine them as he rapidly leads us out the diner to his car.

#warren rojas x reader #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #warren rhodes #daisy jones and the six #djats #djats x reader #daisy jones and the six x reader #billy dunne #eddie roundtree #camila alvarez #graham dunne #daisy jones #karen sirko

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the-princess-of-loki · 1 month

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Waves of Desire

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, graphic description of smut (don't like it, don't read it), a little of voyeurism, smut just for the sake of it, strong language for some people.

The weather was nice. The sun was up in the sky, providing its heat while the sea brought with it a nice, calming breeze. I was sitting on a plastic lounger which Loki had kindly left for me while he was lying face-down on a towel in the sand, right next to me. We have both brought our books to spend the day here on the beach. There weren’t a lot of people around us which was nice to concentrate on our books. Supposedly. I wasn’t able to focus on anything at the moment.

I have brought with me a very interesting essay on creative writing by Stephen King that I’ve been wanting to read for a while. I had thought this was an excellent opportunity to get my hands on it. How naive on my part. It was impossible to focus on something with the display I had next to me. Loki was actually focusing on his astronomy book, so he wasn’t purposefully doing something to distract me. But for all that’s sacred, Loki wearing only a pair of black swimming shorts should be a crime. They hang from his hips deliciously, embracing his butt in a magnetising way.

It was the main reason I’ve been reading the same sentence for the last fifteen minutes. I was sure that Loki was enjoying having my eyes on his ass every minute even if he wasn’t doing anything about it or reacting in any way. He always knew when he was the centre of attention somehow and he absolutely adored it. It was a known fact that Loki belongs to the spotlight, after all. I left my book on one side with a sigh. At least, that sigh let me release my lower lip from my teeth: I had been biting it so hard that I could almost taste the coppery flavour of blood on my tongue. Loki looked up from his book to me. His green eyes shone with that mischief that was always present.

“Is there something wrong, darling?” Loki asked me almost in an innocent way. Too innocent for the God of Mischief. “Is your book not what you expected it to be?” His smile gave him away. He definitely knew what was happening to me. I could even bet that he knew my exact thoughts.

“I wouldn’t know, actually,” I answered with a bit of a dry tone. Loki closed his book and rested his body weight on his elbow, giving me a small peak of his happy trail and his wonderful abs. He looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

“Why is that, my love?” I had to give it to him: he looked genuinely concerned. After all these years together, though, I knew how to differentiate the truth from the mask. I also knew how to play most of his games, luckily. I sighed dramatically, standing up from my lounger and stretching a little bit. I felt his eyes travelling down my body in my swimming suit.

“I believe the heat is affecting me,” I answered with a pouty face. Loki was now sitting on his towel looking up at me with that same innocent-like face. “I should probably go into the sea and take a swim…” Loki’s eyes widened with that possibility. I had to refrain myself from smirking.

“Well, dear, if heat is your problem, may I suggest you lay down here with me?” He moved a little, making some space for me in his towel.

“Oh? How would that help me, love?” I asked him with the same innocent smile he had given me a few minutes ago.

“I can lower my body temperature and embrace you to help you.”

“You’d do that for me?”

Loki just laid on his towel again, opening his arms to me. I kneeled on the towel and then crawled until I was face-to-face with him. Loki passed his arms around my body, glueing our bodies. I smiled at him and caressed one of his sharp cheeks, feeling comfortable in his arms, as I always do. He did lower his body temperature for me, even when we both knew that was just an excuse for us to get close like this. Loki smiled lovingly at me as he got his face closer to mine, resting his forehead on mine. If someone was able to resist that, it wasn’t me.

I moved my hand to his perfect jaw and lifted my lips until they met with his. Loki kissed me back without hesitation, his warm breath on my face as our lips moved in complete sync. I moved my hand from his jaw to his wavy, black, soft hair and I grabbed a bunch of it. He grunted as his hands pressed me more against his body. I passed one of my legs on top of him, locking the inside of my knee on his hipbone. His tongue joined mine in a beautiful dance, deepening our kiss, as one of his hands travelled down my back until he grabbed my thigh on top of him. A pleasurable shiver and a soft moan escaped me at his movements. A little shift on his hips allowed me to feel his aroused state and I could feel myself getting wetter just because of it.

We kept kissing until we were both out of breath. We both panted as we looked into each other’s eyes. His green eyes were clouded with lust and his pale cheeks were a little rosy. While his face was always attractive, he was even sexier when he was all aroused and wild. I kept caressing his scalp with my fingers and he kept grabbing my thigh. Our eyes were locked together as we kept trying to normalise our breaths.

“Are you feeling better, my love?” Loki asked with a little smirk. I matched it before answering.

“Actually, I’m feeling hotter…and wetter…” Loki looked around us at the almost isolated beach.

“Are you sure? Here?” Loki asked, concerned. Even though his worry for me was all over his sexy face, I could see the excitement in his green eyes. He’d never forced me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how appealing the idea was for him. I moved my hand to caress his cheek, still smiling as I nodded.

“Completely sure. Here and now,” I whispered the last word against his lips.

Loki moved immediately on top of me, excited for my consent. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness, even when he silenced my laughter with his lips on mine. He caressed my whole body with one of his hands since the other was still grabbing my right thigh. I caressed his bare chest with both of my hands, going down his body through his abs, his happy trail until I reached his black swimming shorts. I was excited just by doing this on a beach, so I was quite eager to do it. I untied the white cotton bow and pulled them down just enough to free his already hard member. At the same time, Loki moved my swimsuit to the side so he could tease my entrance with his long and skilful fingers.

He broke our kiss when he slid himself inside with ease, making me moan. Immediately, Loki moved his hand from my thigh to my mouth, making my moan somehow hushed.

“Shhh, my love. You wouldn’t want us to get caught in this intimate time, would you?” He asked with a smirk on his thin lips. I just looked at him since his mouth was still silencing me. “I’m going to move my hand now because I want to see those addicting lips of yours. But you have to promise me that you’ll keep as hushed as possible, yes?” I nodded, still looking straight into those gorgeous green eyes of his.

Loki removed his hand slowly from my mouth at the same time he moved his hips back. He rested his forehead on mine as he thrust inside me again. We both let out a breathy, soundless moan, while our lips found their way to each other again. While Loki started a slow rhythm, I moved my hands from his waist to the tempting devil that had started all of this in the first place: his ass. I grabbed it and squeezed it and he let out a surprised gasp. After all this time, I knew how much he liked it when I played with his rear, and God, did I love having fun with it too. I squeezed it again, making him close his eyes and move his hips forward. Loki opened his eyes again, telling me with his face: “Game on”.

While I kept playing with his ass in all the ways I knew he liked, Loki thrust further inside me, rolling his hips in such an exquisite way that I had trouble keeping my moans in check. Our lips kept together, even when we both had our mouths open. His warm breath hit me all the time while his green eyes got more and more clouded with lust as time passed by and we kept making love. He moved his hand from my waist to my clit, starting to rub it with his thumb. I bit my lower lip hard, feeling my pleasure rise with each of his thrusts and his hand on me.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” Loki whispered in my ear, not ceasing his movements at all. “I want to see your face contorting with the pleasure only I can give you.”

His words alone were erotic enough. His sultry voice, his powerful thrusts and his thumb rubbing me. All of that combined made me explode in an intense orgasm. Loki silences my moan with his lips on mine, and his movements didn’t stop until I felt him cum inside me too. He stayed still inside me for some minutes more. Then, he kneeled in front of me, keeping one of his hands on my swimsuit so he could see his semen dripping out of me. He loved that sight, so he did something like this every time he was allowed to. After that, he put my swimsuit and his back into place, while I sat on his towel.

“I believe we both could use a dip in the sea, don’t you think?” I said with a smile.

Loki just laughed and offered me his hand to help me get up. Then, we both walked holding hands towards the sea.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki friggason #god of mischief #mcu #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #loki in midgard #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki one shot #loki oneshot

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muzzleroars · 3 months

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What? This is what I thought when he has V1's parents' same reaction.

lucifer sees v1 as a work of art that has become an artist in itself - being once of god, unlike any other angel, lucifer has massive amounts of creativity and appreciation for what humanity achieved through their own god-given spark. but beyond that, for v1 in particular, he sees something that has moved past its makers, it has forged its own path in defiance of what it was made for. he is fascinated by its mind, its construction, its life as something that may or may not have a soul (for what constitutes a soul, even lucifer does not know). but importantly it is a life not made by god, it is removed from him, and he wants to meet what god did not create. he wants to see what a full, vibrant experience it has, and v1 sure does. not disappoint lol so animalistic in behavior but with a razor-sharp mind, its first action is probably to challenge him to a one-on-one fight - not a surprise, given how much he knows through hell itself, but he worries he won't be an impressive match for it. he had been inert for so long and really...lucifer was never a warrior, his strength bolstered purely by his closeness to god. still, like anyone that can face v1 and live to tell about it, he finds the fight inspired, unpredictable, and a beautiful insight into a mind he cannot understand despite his godly knowledge. he is not moved by battle, but he can feel how v1 is, its emotions showing through and resonating within lucifer so that he gains insight into its passion. v1 finds its fascination in turn, recognizing right away that lucifer is not a fighter yet there is a disjointed fluidity in his movement, his choices largely defensive and illusory - he wouldn't be v1's first choice as an opponent, though his skillset is unique enough that it doesn't get bored. they stand as two perfect creations, the pinnacle of what god and man could create, and they find interest in the other purely for how alien they are. lucifer made for love and creation, v1 for apathy and destruction, curious of the other as they have been steeped in the role of their opposite.

gabriel doesn't ever really say anything to lucifer about his relationship with v1, mostly figuring it wouldn't be of any relevance to him as he seems preoccupied with attending to his fallen angels. but also...gabriel's aware that lucifer knows most of what's happened in hell and so his partnership with v1 likely isn't a secret to him. unsurprisingly, lucifer doesn't broach the topic for some time, his talks with gabriel a bit sparing and distant with his mind so attuned now to a self-centered focus in his isolation (GENUINELY does not remember how to talk to other people). gabriel actually begins to think he might not even have an opinion on their relationship, but he finds out that's quite far from the truth once lucifer is able to acknowledge more outside of himself. it's just...not what gabriel expected, if he expected anything at all. lucifer, already coming in with an appreciation of the bizarre, is actually happy for what v1 and gabriel have together. their relationship entirely defies the "natural" order of things, an act that would have been condemned fully by god and denied even as possible by v1's makers. he is glad too to see that love led gabriel to something better, it allowed him to finally follow what his heart had been telling him for all this time. it is a very rare thing to find such a kindred spirit and then to defy everything you were told you are in pursuit of that....and lucifer can find nothing more noble in the world than that. so while he continues to harbor his own issues with gabriel, he believes v1 has improved him by bounds and that he is now far more "palatable" than his siblings. gabriel has no idea how to take this, but v1 labels it an "endorsement" of its "personality"

#gabriel tells it that might not be the best thing. coming from satan #gabriel supposes he should have guessed lucifer's approval though #he has been made THOROUGHLY contrary to all things #and so of course something everyone else finds bizarre gets the thumbs up #cake answers #lucifer #v1 #gabriel #rise and fall au

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justiceforfoxface · 4 months

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i agree we need more sfw coriolanus fics

can i request a fic where corio and reader are acquaintances in university, until they slowly but surely become closer and closer

i just want to read your depiction of coriolanus and what he’d be like in uni 😍

ok a) amazing idea b) i did not know what format to put this in so it sounds weird to me but i hope it sounds okay to yall c) enjoy :)

*I DON’T HAVE A CREATIVE TITLE FOR THIS*

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Warnings: none. no use of y/n. this is sfw because were severely lacking in coryo fluff.

tried to keep coryo mostly canon here but i hope you like it :)

……..

Coriolanus Snow.

Everyone knew of him.

No one knew about him-or, that is to say, what he was really like. Just that he studied under Dr. Gaul herself and didn’t have any friends.

You had worked together once before, and you walked the same route to school. Every day, you would acknowledge each other, with just a nod, and that would be it.

It probably seemed like just another thing to cross off on his daily to-do list to him, but to you, it was genuinely nice. You didn’t have many friends either, so even though he was acknowledging you out of pure manners and no actual friendliness, it made you feel a little happier.

One day, you got to University for breakfast like you did any time they served it. It didn’t taste good, but it was edible and filling, which was all that mattered to most students of the University when they had to get up early and clean themselves up to attend school.

You got yourself some food and then sat at a table, prepared to people-watch like you always did. Not in a creepy, stalkerish way. Just in a way that, if you had a camera and a permit, would be completely normal.

And your first people-watching subject, like it was most of the time, was none other than Coriolanus Snow himself.

He ate alone at the opposite corner of the room, his eyes never leaving his meal. He was the only student that didn’t have some sort of constant gossip about them, and yet he interested you the most because of that very reason.

And then, his piercing blue eyes looked up and went directly to you, catching you in the act of staring at him and startling you. When he looked at you, you tensed up. You weren’t quite sure what you were bracing yourself for, but it couldn’t be good.

Instead, he just looked back down at his meal and continued to eat as if nothing had ever happened.

Strange.

Your eyes traveled over the crowd of University students to move on to watching Lysistrata Vickers.

………

You get your breakfast the next day at the University like any other day, only to find Coriolanus Snow sitting at your table, directly across from where you normally would sit.

You consider walking over to his normal table and sitting there, but your curiosity overcomes you and you sit across from him. You eat in silence for a minute or two before he speaks.

“You were watching me yesterday.”

There was no point in denying it. “I was.”

“Why?”

There was no point in lying, either, not really. “Because I was interested. As to why you don’t have any friends, and why you sit alone every day.”

Coriolanus goes silent, and you begin to wonder if you’ve said something wrong. But then, he stabs at his meal with his fork and says, “I’m sitting here right now, aren’t I?”

You don’t know how to respond to that, and you doubt he’d take kindly to you saying, “That doesn’t count,” so instead, you stay quiet.

And it’s the best breakfast you’ve had since you began university.

…..

This becomes part of your daily routine as well. You and Coriolanus walked to school together, and sat and ate breakfast together in silence. No one else noticed the change, or they just didn’t ask about it. Sometimes, you would greet Coriolanus, or ask how his day was going, but you wouldn’t get long responses. He didn’t seem one for small talk.

You were one for small talk, but you could respect that he wasn’t.

He spoke to you sometimes in class, as he did to other students. If he disagreed with anyone-or agreed-everyone would know it.

One day, after class, your things fall on the floor, and as you pick them up, Lysistrata approaches you, hands your book to you, and says, “I don’t know what you did, but it’s working.”

“What?” you say, very confused.

“Coriolanus.” Lysistrata explains. “Haven’t you noticed? He eats with you. He actually talks to you, and it’s not just to call you a failure. I think he likes you.”

“That doesn’t mean he likes me, it means he tolerates me.”

Lysistrata raises her eyebrow. “With Coriolanus, tolerating you is just him expressing his love for you. Trust me.” Her voice changes slightly. “I’ve seen it.”

You weren’t a mentor, but you remember once hearing that Coriolanus had some sort of something with his tribute last year. Lucy Gray Baird. From Twelve.

You decided to ignore Lysistrata and ask Coriolanus about it the next day. She was joking, right? Or perhaps she was serious and just very wrong. Coriolanus didn’t love you.

Although, if he did-you wouldn’t turn him down.

……

The next morning, you build up your confidence on the walk to the University. The silence seems more awkward than peaceful.

When you get to breakfast and sit down comfortably, you slowly begin with, “You know, yesterday, Lysistrata was talking to me.”

“Hmm?” Coriolanus said. He was uninterested, which was clear as he took a bite of his food and largely ignored what you were saying.

You pressed on. “She said something…strange. About..you.”

That got his attention. His eyes went straight to yours, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

Why couldn’t his eyes be brown or something?

“What’d she say?” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and putting his fork down.

“She said…” You started losing all your confidence as his eyes read your soul. “She said she thought that you, um, loved me.”

There was no reaction on his face. “What did you say to her?”

“I said I thought she was lying.”

You cleared your throat, already drying up from nerves. “Was she?”

“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You became slightly irritated, even though you knew it was never good to be irritated at Coriolanus Snow. “I just said I thought she was lying, was she?”

A small smirk curved up the edge of his lips as he put another forkful of food to his mouth. “Yes.”

Your smile was pasted on your face on the outside, but on the inside, your face fell. You really thought you had something. That maybe you could’ve gotten the elusive Coriolanus Snow to show emotions. But maybe it was just a stupid idea.

“Right.” You whispered this, trying not to let your voice crack.

Why am I crying? Don’t cry. It’s a little thing. Don’t let it get to you.

You felt a surprisingly warm hand on your face, and you saw Coriolanus gently wiping a tear off of your cheek.

“Don’t cry,” he said with a surprising gentleness.

“Sorry,” you said, nodding and yet trying not to shake his hand off of your face. It was a nice, warm touch. “It’s a-it’s a stupid thing to cry about, I know.”

“Love’s not stupid.” Coriolanus said it almost angrily, and yet the anger was not directed at you. “Trust me, it’s not. It’s not stupid, but it does make you do…stupid things.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” You were praying that the next words he said were, Like saying you don’t love someone when you really do, but instead he just said, “…lots of things.”

…

Your daily routine stayed mostly the same. Except you talked during breakfast. About what? Everything. Some days, political conversations that bored you to death and made the spark in his eyes light up more than anything. And some days, conversations about the most random things that made both of you laugh.

Coriolanus’s laugh was what made you understand why people found rare things so precious. It was hard to get him to laugh, but you tried as much as you could every day, and relished in the little burst of happiness you got every time his small smile expanded and his eyes lit up.

You began to think he had maybe been lying about not loving you-but you tried not to think about it often, just in case you jinxed it.

But…he wouldn’t move away if your elbows or knees brushed against each other. With each passing day, he seemed more interested in what you had to say.

And sometimes, when you walked to school together, your hands would brush, and he’d wrap his hand around yours, your hand disappearing in his, your fingers intertwined.

He’d always let go when you got close to the university, leaving your hand warm.

But you hoped one day he would walk up the stairs still holding your hand, or maybe even all the way to breakfast, and he’d sit next to you instead of across from you.

It would happen someday, you hoped. But you knew Coriolanus wasn’t going to do that for just anybody. And even though you hoped you were more than just anybody to him, you were willing to be patient.

Word Count: 1,494

#this is my first fanfic using you/yours lol #also my first Coriolanus fic so yay #It was fun i hope to make more #Feel like I totally rushed the ending though #Anyways 👍🏼#Coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #The hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #bosas #tbosas #I actually intended to have them kiss at the end or something but nope

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worldseer · 23 days

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Who are your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Thanks.....

I admit, most of my favorite characters from JJK I somewhat thirst over but I'll try to keep those thoughts out of why I love them (because I do have some genuine reason besides thirst for liking them). 1. Toji Fushiguro

First and foremost, I like his calm attitude yet snarky way of talking. Also he's just a badass. We all all saw him kick ass any time he came on screen. His physique and strength is something to envy ngl (which I had big muscles too). And yes, not the best dad but I KNOW this man was the best fucking husband he could be. 2. Kento Nanami

HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! It's obvious he cares a lot about people, especially young sorcerers. I like to believe that while he hates how Jujutsu Society operates, he tries to make the small changes necessary to make it better (aka not having child soldiers die and get traumatized like he did). Plus I fully agree that both aspects of life (living as a sorcerer or working a normal job) sucks too.

3. Ryomen Sukuna

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON BEFORE YOU ALL STAB ME TO DEATH CEASAR STYLE- He's genuinely an interesting antagonist to me. He has layers, I think that's apparent. He's cocky, but for good reason. And there have been moments where I near shat my pants watching him (we all saw that Jogo vs. Sukuna fight and those jumpscares he did. Also both VAs did amazing cackles). His true form from the Heian Era is also so cool to look at as well, and I think may inspire me to be more creative with my own character designs in the future.

4. Suguru Geto

HOLD ON, HOLD ON- Once again, I love a layered antagonist and HOLY SHIT HE HAS LAYERS! Like- ok- I get what his goal is. I get what he wants. And frankly, if my lover best friend died, came back to life, and close friend I was meant to protect died as well, yeah I'd be kinda fucked up so see people celebrating and not batting an eye. Yes, running a cult and committing literal genocide are. . . choices. But in the end, his goal is to protect sorcerers (a group constantly being used and controlled by the majority of non-sorcerers) and that makes some sense.

5. Toge Inumaki

I personally think he's a bit underrated, and underutilized. Sure, I know he's not loaded with Cursed Energy but like- that technique he has can be overpowered as hell. Also, I like how he insists on using ingredient names to convey how he feels when he could just- avoid commands? Like he can obviously use nouns. As long as there's a proper subject, then verbs won't use the cursed speech technique (Don't flame me if I'm wrong, I haven't read through too much of the manga). He's cute, I love his vibes, and he is my son. As for moments in the series, they're more small than most expect: 1. Whenever Mahito gets his ass beat - Self explanatory. Yes I'm still fucking mad about what happened to Nobara and Nanami.

2. When Yuji met Toge in the streets of Shibuya - SALMON! But fr, I love the small moments that show friendship between sorcerers that otherwise don't meet up much. And Toge just being there, chilling with a megaphone to help people is funny to me.

3. The last conversation between Megumi and Toji - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! PAIN! BUT ALSO YOU CAN SEE HOW HAPPY TOJI IS FOR HIS SON! I'M GONE. DEAD.

4. THAT Nanami scene - MAPPA served us good as did Kenjiro Tsuda. "The number and locations of your allies," anything for you, love. Let's go to Malaysia and sit on a beach. I giggle every time.

5. The phone conversation Suguru and Satoru have - The expressions and conversation kill me everytime. They're 'close friends' your honor.

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mayullla · 1 year

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🌸platonic dottore 🐝

-thank you

Title: Academia's little student

Character: Il Dottore (Genshin Impact) Summary: Dottore never like kids, but after meeting you at the academia he was willing to make an exception towards you. Warning/tags: Platonic yandere, gn!reader, child!reader, academia! Dottore so as the reader, violence, cutting of flesh one time/surgery(?) (towards reader but nothing strong), Dottore is a warning himself srs..., manipulation, dark themes, violence, dead dove do not eat

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed ]

Dottore never really liked kids, actually never. How they are so clueless about everything, curious about the stupidest things, how they think they know the world or have it on their hands, stubborn, dumb and more. Dottore never counted.

So he didn't know what to think when he saw a small kid walking around inside the academy wearing a small uniform with the brightest dumb smile on their face.

He was genuinely annoyed, leaving that very room that child was in. He didn't want to go near you and thought that you don't want to be near him considering the rather bad reputation he has here. How others flinch when they even look at him, he was perfectly fine with the idea that you would be the same.

How surprised was he when you walked up to him, curiously asking what he was doing.

He could not understand why a child like you... When you constantly asked him question after question which was only answered with grunts and harsh words. You were stubborn really, as you started to search for him more often even when he told you to leave him alone.

Dottore had heard of the reason why you were able to join the academy even at a young age. One of the sages had found you and took you in when he saw your potential placing you within the place where many creative and smart minds reside.

What did they see in you Dottore wondered.

It was a sort of test Dottore excused it as, when he handed you a paper of a ruingaurd he pulled apart. He wanted to know how they functioned, how to make a ruingaurd yet with different materials and most importantly how to control them.

He was having... a bit of a struggle and had gotten more annoyed than anything when you came alone. Yet instead of yelling at you to get out of his sight, he gave you the paper telling you if you cannot solve this you would never be allowed near him ever again. (If you solve it he would buy some sort of dessert at the cafe. It was what you wanted funny enough.)

He didn't think that you would be able to solve it, yet when you looked so innocently at him with a paper of your own handwriting all thoughts and ideas he never considered before with hope in your eyes, Dottore was not sure how to react.

Something wicked swelled in his heart, a dark excitement. Dottore could use you, after all, it would be a shame not to use your mind and leave it rotting with so called scholars who didn't even have potential to even begin with.

You looked happy that he was inviting you to his research. When he showed you the broken ruingaurd you looked at it excitedly, Dottore was interested in your answers when he asked you questions that would leave most researchers stumbling.

Your answers were far more interesting than other researchers that were for certain, it was only a disappointment that he would not introduce you to his more.... unorthodox experiments.

And that was it he thought. You would visit him when you were bored or he would come to you when he needs another person's point of view.

He didn't care what happened to you even as you and he talked more often, even when he patted your head when you helped him with his work smirking at you when you smiled cheerfully at him.

So why did his heart drop when heard a small child's scream along with the sound of laser from a particular ruingaurd that he was putting back together.

Running to the lab he saw you crying on the floor away from the ruingaurd's sight, it could not move but it seems that its eye was turned on the moment you were near it.

Dottore thought he didn't care, he stomped towards you grabbing your hand roughly forcing you to stand up he checked for any physical injuries. He told you to shut up with your cries and whimpering and that you were okay annoyed that everything happened.

He told you to shut up and to sit still when you started to squirm in pain as he surgically placed a small chip at the back of your lower neck. Cutting into your skin. He told you that it was a program that he made with you that controls the ruingaurd to be unable to see the person who holds the chip. The ruingaurds will never be able to see you there for it could never hurt you.

He didn't tell you that it was also a tracking device. After all the sages were starting to notice his experiments and were trying to put a stop to it before it could get any worse. If he was expelled they would be sure to keep you away from him seeing as you were always with him.

Now that would be the most unfortunate.

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zgvlt · 2 years

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for your consideration azul ashengrotto x reader

summary: in which you make a joke that prompts Azul to confess his feelings for you

author's note: see end notes for more. anyway, I wrote this because of a joke my law professor made, and I genuinely could not get it out of my head, so i wrote this as a response

tags: gender neutral reader, second person pov, sfw, attempt at humor + fluff, 1.6k+ words, mentions of marriage (but nothing extensive and nothing decided), not beta read

[you can also read this on AO3]

You’ve always had the most bizarre ideas.

Azul supposed the creativity you possessed made up for whatever prowess you lacked in magic; he’s certainly seen first hand all the ways you could get past dangerous situations with barely a scratch. He should have been used to this, used to you and your peculiarity, but then you take a seat in front of him, offering the most confounding deal.

“I was reading some of the books you have lying around here,” you began, with a mischievous smile that bordered on gorgeous, “since you were taking so long out there.”

Books? Any fiction he found himself reading was stored neatly into a storage box in his room, that or he simply borrowed them from the library—he was going to make use of the school’s resources to the fullest, after all. The only books you would have access to were books on business, on finance and law. Did you really spend your free time reading those?

That wasn’t to say you wouldn’t be capable of absorbing it, but he knew that the thickness of those pages (plus the small and terrible size of the letters) were no laughing matter. If you were curious about something, if you wanted to find any loopholes in the contracts of your odd part-time jobs, you could have just asked him.

He wouldn’t even charge you for his services, really!

“Did you now?” Azul asked, trying to see if anything was out of place in the room. “What did you end up reading about?”

“Something very interesting, Azul,” you said with a laugh, “you hadn’t marked anything on the book yet, so maybe I actually know something you don’t for once!”

“Should I be glad you think so highly of me?” It was merely a rhetorical question—he was already smiling after all. “Well, why don’t you educate me, my boon companion? Is it some land-dwelling custom that doesn’t quite make any sense? Something either of us could possibly make use of?”

“Perhaps, you tell me if you have anything like this in the Coral Sea!”

“Go on then, I’ll be listening.”

“Do you remember how I sort of—okay, more than sort of—have a bunch of debts to you?”

Honestly, not exactly. At some point he simply stopped keeping count—rather, he stopped counting half of things he did for you as debts or exchanges and more just… ways to show his sentiments for you.

“Of course I do,” Azul affirmed instead, not quite sure if he should be admitting right now that he saw things differently, that he was merely jesting about having you be indebted to him and whatnot. “Aren’t you fortunate I’m not imposing a deadline?”

“You can just say you don’t want to kick me out of the VIP Room anytime soon—it’s alright, I already know. You’ve had house slippers my size waiting by the door since last month.”

“I don’t need you dirtying my carpet again,” he said, having been prepared with an explanation weeks ago in case you ever asked. It always paid to be prepared in situations like this—how terrible would it be if you had caught him off-guard? “You should really make a habit of cleaning the mud off your shoes after PE.”

“It can’t be helped… but never mind that! So I owe you things. That makes me your debtor, and you’re my creditor, right?”

Azul nodded, suddenly more intrigued than he already was.

“I get where you’re coming from now. If it’s a law book, it’s definitely possible you know something I don’t,” he said, “there’s definitely some differences between law of the land and law of the sea.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” you exclaimed, seemingly excited to share something with him, something you thought he might be interested in. A part of him wondered if him thinking it was cute was purely objective or if his affections for you had finally inflicted his eyesight as well.

Not that he was going to get a third person to spectate and give him a second opinion. That was just unnecessary, even if he wouldn’t consider himself as your obligee, from your perspective he was your obligor, and as much as possible matters should be kept between the both of you.

“So, right, I have a bunch of debts. I could get rid of it by simply paying you back, or doing something for you… which, by the way, you still haven’t given me any price.”

Because he wasn’t going to, because he never counted them as contracts or obligations! Don’t most people usually want to have their debts waived?

“We can discuss that another time,” he replied with a muffled cough, “the thing you learned?”

“Right, sorry! So, I learned that… as the debtor, if I wanted to extinguish all my debts without paying, I could just get married to you?” you said, pausing for a few moments to laugh at yourself, likely at seeing his expression. Still, it didn’t seem like you quite comprehend just how astounded he was. “I mean, there’s probably a bunch of conditions I’m missing, but… Woah, Azul, why do you look so serious?”

Serious? Did he look serious?

Honestly, rather than that, he just felt… conflicted would be the most appropriate word for it, he supposed. He understood that it was a joke, and if anyone else had said it he might have pushed out the fakest laugh he could muster before brushing it off entirely, but because it was you it was difficult for him to decipher how he should feel.

A part of him felt flustered that, if just for a moment, you considered having that kind of relationship with him. Simultaneously, he wondered if it was right of him to feel even the smallest ounce of frustration at how easily you were able to joke about it, when he himself couldn’t quite admit his growing affection for you outside of doing things for you here and there.

Of course he knew you had not meant it as a way to make fun of his feelings for you, he knew simply because you were you, just as he was unsure about the possibility of you having an inkling of how he saw you, but the tricky thing about emotions was that half the time, logic wasn’t enough to stop them from being felt.

Regardless, either emotion was uncomfortable, Azul would admit to himself. As much as he wished he could resolve it without having to voice out his feelings, he at least had enough confidence that you would not put him down for it.

Besides, if he ever decided to back out of it he could easily, probably, improvise a few excuses to get him out of boiling water.

“Marriage is a serious matter. You shouldn’t just marry someone for the sake of erasing your debts,” Azul said, with what he hoped was a light enough tone to not dampen your spirit too much. He didn’t want you to misunderstand. “Especially since you’re not as indebted to me as you seem to think.”

It might have taken you a second, but you seemed to have processed his words with the way your expression shifted into confusion.

“I’m not?”

“You’ve been self-imposing it,” Azul replied, “lending you my notes, helping you study for exams… I could have put you to work in Mostro Lounge, or asked to borrow the ground floor of Ramshackle Dorm. Believe it or not, I find value in you so it’s not as if you can’t pay me, I just choose to look at these things as… actions that aren’t contractual.

“That is to say, I don’t expect anything out of it, so don’t pay me back because you feel bad or anything.”

Because that, to him, would be a far worse rejection than simply rejecting him. He hadn’t done those things because he was expecting you to fall in love with him or anything of the sort—he simply liked you, friend or otherwise.

“Of course not,” you breathed out, with an understated understanding that reassured him. “Wait, Azul, if you’re saying what I think you’re going to say… you don’t have to say it now.”

“You’re always considerate of me, aren’t you?” Azul said softly, knowing that was one of the reasons he enjoyed your company so much—the way you always managed to let him know that you cared without belittling or pitying him. “But since I’m sure you know by now, let me tell you properly.”

Azul has always envisioned confessing to you, or at the very least asking you out on a date, in a very polite and formal manner, something he would spend weeks planning behind your back.

Perhaps he should call himself an unfortunate soul for landing in this unexpected situation, but the more he thought about it the more grateful he was for it—beyond just finally having the opportunity to finally speak his mind (and more so his heart), he’s beholden to you for looking at him not just kindly, but expectantly.

You look at him as if you want to hear him spill every drop of his feelings onto you, and that alone gives him enough confidence to carry on.

“Debts aside… it’s not that it’s not up for consideration, if you actually want to, but aren’t we a bit too young to be thinking about that?” Azul laughed, and when you followed suit he could physically feel his heart beating faster, despite the shallowing of his ocean deep nervousness.

“When it comes to obligations to do or not to do, one can never be forced to do an act against their will… which is why I ask, how do you feel about going on a date first?”

end notes | masterlist my other azul fic

[1] Me exposing myself as a nerd pt2. First I write about economics, then law, who knows what's next? also DISCLAIMER this is an oversimplification for fic purposes don't come for me THANK YOU! :>

[2] To talk more about what inspired me, my professor had a lecture about the extinguishment of obligations. He didn't touch too much on the marriage aspect (the law i learn about is mostly business inclined) but he joked, "if you have a debt you want gone, just get married to your creditor (and don't get a prenup, even though everyone should get a prenup regardless of how in love you are)". Everyone was laughing, including me, but I could not get over it, and as I was studying I could not get it out of my head! So I just had to write it out… with Azul as my guinea pig, obviously. Hopefully I can stop thinking about it now that it's been written.

[3] The other thing that inspired me was Azul's White Day 2022 Letter! I liked how… friendlier he just seemed this time, the character development of it! So when envisioning Azul here I wrote it out as someone who does let you figure out that you are special enough to him and not just a connection. It's not like he's just giving you free meals all the time, he still runs a business, but he's a lot more considerate and willing to help you out because you're a friend, and not because he expects something in return.

[4] Honestly at first I thought this was going to be completely "crack" and "humor", and this still was written with the intention of not being too serious, but I also think the idea of marriage isn't a joking matter to Azul because of his parents. But if this isn't your first fic by me, I think a not-too-humorous but not-too-serious tone was expected.

[5] Anyway, I don't think he's considering it anytime soon, duh he's a student, but if that's something you want it's up for consideration down the line. They weren't even together until the end (if you say yes to that date) so they don't talk about it seriously and deeply, but I did want to give a glimpse on how I thought Azul would perceive it… while leaving it open how reader would see it. Yes, reader joked about it, but I just decided to leave it up to you if they actually want to get married in the future or not, you know?

[6] In Azul's confession! Azul's one of those people I can actually see confess in different ways. Flustered and cute? I can see it, and that was the initial route I was going to go with-something accidental and cute. It didn't seem right though, so I went the other way with something edging on serious but not planned. Anyway, he probably screams about it into his pillow in his room later.

#azul ashengrotto x you #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst #twisted wonderland #nathya twst writing

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kateisprettyodd · 6 days

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Discussing Watcher again lmao

Okay, now that a couple of days have passed and emotions aren't running high anymore - I wanna talk about the situation, the backlash, their potential response and everything else once again (with somewhat of a refreshed POV lmao).

I haven't changed my mind about this move whatsoever since the moment I heard about it. I'm an international fan, and through the very kind Tumblr user who is organizing a subscription match-up between fans through Email - I think it was @prettyghoul- someone was thankfully willing to reach out to me and share their account. So the money issue isn't a problem for me, sure, but WAIT - the website isn't international, I don't know if it's gonna be made available in my 'insignificant' Eastern European country (lmao), so a whole slew of issues arise that aren't money related (but of course, someone else would be paying, so I can't really speak on that issue on that person's behalf).

Secondly, people who are defending Watcher on here and on other social media - I understand you, I get you, but to be perfectly honest some of you are cherry-picking the information you present and are somehow blind to their intentions, either on purpose or genuinely. I don't understand how people can't see that making this move is so incredibly selfish. That's the best and frankly only way to describe it. And no, it's not because creatives don't deserve to be paid for the work that they do, and it's not because we are ENTITLED to receiving free content on YouTube (which is the main narrative being pushed by defenders on here) - but it's because their ambitions do not line up with the audience-based shows they have been creating. They have incredible creative abilities and true passion for creating shows which are "much higher-quality than other YouTube shows" (simply not true but I digress), but nothing will ever change the fact that they started on YouTube, that their main audience was cultivated on YouTube, the place they have come to despise because of the limitations to THEIR creative work, such as appealing to advertisers and whatever else they mentioned in the video. This I can understand, YouTube's algorithm sucks and advertisers are also horrible, as well as the fact that 'unappealing' yet passionate shows don't do well - this can all take a hit on their creativity and their passion for YouTube. I understand. But they have to weigh these cons against the pros, and they clearly did a horrible job of that. YouTube allows them to increase their relatability and their marketability if you play by the rules, YouTube allows them to connect with other creators WHICH SOME OF THEIR SHOWS LITERALLY depend on, YouTube allows them things like the discover page and the trending page where new audiences can find your stuff once you expand your reach to appeal to different demographics and interest groups, YouTube Membership is a thing if you need income, whatever. I understand that they don't want to play by the rules, but if your audience is gone then who are you making these shows for??? When your main venture is paid, even if it is 'only' 5.99 a month (lmao again), other options where they can make revenue immediately close up, since they can't really justify them. Why does their Patreon still exist??? What was the purpose of PodWatcher??? How are shows like Are You Scared? and Too Many Spirits going to survive on a streamer, shows which are based on that exact YouTube vibe of low-production two dudes chilling and laughing. Why are they considering their shows TV-caliber? Puppet History and Mystery Files are certainly NOT TV-quality and they are the second- and third-most popular.

Which is what brings me to my next point - how this all seems Ghost Files and Travel Season centered. No one can convince me that most of their expenses are not going to these two shows right now. Ryan said it himself, a season of Ghost Files takes hundreds of thousands of dollars to make, which is fine and I commend him for that effort. I don't even have to tell you why Travel Season also may have cost them a lot of money - which is also fine and I understand the appeal of it. But why not try a different approach? A season of Ghost Files doesn't necessarily have to come out every year, they could space out their budget, spend time churning out Too Many Spirits and Are You Scared (also shows that perform quite well), update their Patreon to look more Mythical Society-esque, do a merch drop (I have seen so many people asking for box-sets of their shows, and I can guarantee people would have paid A LOT of money to get a Puppet History karaoke thing on Patreon or WHEREVER)... Just generally diversify their income??? And space out these GIANT, extremely expensive shows, generally pace themselves and take it easy?

Now, they won't be able to expand their reach EVEN IF they bring new personalities onto the streamer. No one new will hear about them, and if they do, why would they pay for something they've never heard of before? There is no algorithm to cater to the masses which recommends their videos to new people. People who were here from the BFU days are disilluisoned and probably won't pay. They legitimately sacrificed their audience for money to fuel their creative ambitions, but their creative ambitions don't have an outlet anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED as this is too long already

#watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim #ghost files #mystery files #watcher entertainment #are you scared #puppet history #too many spirits #travel season

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