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What do u like about thistle?
I'll start off with his design because it's not so spoiler-heavy.
He's short, cute, a total menace and has the cutest evil grin ever. I certainly have a thing for villains... But also generally, jesters are fun and I usually love their outfits. Thistle is no exception, I love all of his looks (but I'm not gonna look for them all through the manga...) and how different he is after becoming the Dungeon Master.
Also, white hair, purple eyes & outfit... (´,,•ω•,,)♡
I must also add, I adore how the author draws elf ears pointed upwards and how expressive her art is. Absolutely amazing, all the angry Thistles are great.
Now I'll get into heavy spoiler territory, I'll go over the ending too:
First off, I really like how he shows his love through "eternity", much like Marcille. Elves who love people of other races suffer because they will undoubtedly outlive everyone else. The way Thistle and Marcille are similar is so great to see... and I think it's great that Marcille wasn't made out to be a terrible, selfish villain and neither was Thistle. Through her becoming the Dungeon Master, we see how much this power changes them.
He meant well and his wish wasn't initially selfish. He didn't even wish for eternal live, just a peaceful one. Of course, the Winged Lion dug deeper into it and the selfish part came to light.
And because no one was aware of the danger, it became absolute truth to Thistle that he's doing the right thing and making everyone happy. His dream was everybody else's dream in his mind.
And I think it's nice how much he must've paid attention to the townsfolk needs, because...
He must've done so much to make the Dungeon liveable and safe for the people he cares about. All those traps were to ward off people who (he assumed) must've been just like the ones who came to destroy the kingdom. On the other hand, he saw opportunity in the monsters and had people take care of them like they did with their farm animals. It was unnecessary, he didn't have to do that since they don't need to sleep, eat or drink. But he knew that they weren't happy doing nothing at all and put a lot of thought into the ecosystem (compared to Marcille, which is understandable, but y'know. I think it's great to see the difference since her monsters werent very, uh... thought out?)
It's been SO many years of stagnation, they can't even taste the food or enjoy anything.
He's aware, he'd enjoy a little change of pace too, he's open to it! but the desire to protect everyone wins.
He just... loves everyone so much. His platonic love isn't simple at all. He did so much for everyone. And after losing his desires... I feel like he hasn't lost his love for everyone.
I think that, maybe... he feels like everything was fullfilled? He's been angry and anxious for so long and now there's nothing to worry about anymore. I'm really sad for him, but there's no going back to "normal" after everything. But I'm glad Yaad doesn't hate him. I don't think anyone from the kingdom truly hates him.
Also this page makes me want to cry...... he's holding him so gently and Thistle only looks tired and like he wants to sleep. I hope he finds his place in the new world and lives out the rest of his life peacefully.
I haven't read much of the additional stuff yet, but I also think about Mithrun a lot.
I think Mithrun was extremely selfish in his desires and that's why, aside from them, his eye and ears were taken away. It might be just the demon's will because it wasn't exactly the Winged Lion, but all demons are technically the same one(? from what I understood...). The only desire left within Mithrun was about the demon, but in the end, it still seemed selfish.
But neither Marcille or Thistle were physically hurt after having desires taken from them. The Winged Lion also said something along the lines of "this is for everyone, I want everyone's desires to be fullfilled for all eternity". It didn't like Thistle because he stagnated, but it probably understood him a little bit, since he mostly thought of others. But there was no way to manipulate him into thinking about Anyone outside of the kingdom. Only Laios managed to talk a tiny bit of sense into him... but it still didn't work out.
So yeah, Dungeon Meshi is amazing and I generally love everyone, but Thistle speaks to me the most because... his top priority was protecting those he loves, freeing them from death and pain, living out the life they had on the surface forever.
And this feels personal to me- I lost both of my parents and the friends I cared about the most left me. So like, if we ditch all the (totally right) talk about how there's no happiness without pain and such, I get Thistle. He meant well. He's a very well done character. :)
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi spoilers#thistle#marcille#mithrun#sorry about the essay lol but whatever. i wanted to ramble.
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HEY!
So, I really liked your two Aaravis fics, and I have an idea/request. You don't have to do it if you don't feel like it of course.
So there is that dark mark on Aaravos's chest. And we know that it became dark after his imprisonment. Now the idea is that the reader either knew Aaravos *before* it lost it's shine, and like, later got trapped in the mirror too and reunited with him, or maybe met him in the mirror and asked about the mark. And like, asks Aaravos why it lost it's shine, and after hearing about the things, instead of looking at him differently, or scared, they see that Aaravos is sad, so they preform a little trick. So they make a little light ball, making it look like they took it out of their heart and then place it on Aaravos's chest (where the dark star is), and saying that "It's okay, you can have my light" or something like that, idk....
Like, the concept is just reader accepting that darkness, and cherishing it and all that cheezy, fluffy stuff. Like I said, you aren't obliged to write this, this is just a random idea my maladaptive daydreamer self came up with. Have a lovely day, take care, and thanks for feeding us Aaravos fans with your lovely work!
AAAA TYSM THIS REQ IS SO GREAT!!! I love this idea, it made me so excited ajsjdj HOPE U ENJOY!
🥀CW: angst (with happy ending), fluffiness, aaravos being insecure, mentions of trauma and suffering/containment
when the news of aaravos' imprisonment reached you, you were shocked. how could he have been discovered, he had been so careful and meticulous in his planning, and all of his motives were for the good of humanity! you, and many other elves who supported him were not only surprised, but also outraged. to trap a startouch elf, to take your lover away from you... you knew you could never rest until you could see him again. years of pulling strings, gaining popularity, playing the puppeteer behind the scenes had led you to this moment. you had fought for centuries, sacrificed so much to see him again, and here you finally were. before you stood aaravos, your star touch lover, in all of his glory. it had been so long, and your heart seemed to sing at the sight of him. and yet, something was different.
when aaravos first saw you, he thought he was in a dream. you had appeared to him on so many nights, only to fade away once the morning came, slipping through his fingers like sand. the memory of you, your face, your voice, your touch, it all felt like a painful distant nightmare that played throughout his head every single time he closed his eyes. he had missed you so, so much, yet he knew he had changed. not only mentally, years of imprisonment had long since broken him, but physically as well. the glowing star on his chest had faded from a shimmering splendor to a cold ember, with nothing of its former glory remaining. he couldnt help but feel ashamed at its bleak emptiness, a disgusting mark of his failure and imprisonment. however, he would not focus on it now. you were here, in front of him, and he was free.
"my star.. is it truly you?" his voice was soft, broken and cracked from the emotions swelling inside him. you didnt dare open your mouth, knowing you would probably begin to sob and nodded, your eyes were already brimming with tears. the both of you rushed forward suddenly, throwing your arms around eachother and weeping with joy. you both stayed like that for a while, entangled in eachother and whispering softly. you werent sure how long you layed there on the floor, however it soon began to grow dark. ever so gently, aaravos layed the two of you onto the floor, his hands shaking as though afraid he would break you. as you stared at him, you couldn't help but ponder a certain change on your lovers skin.
"where did it go?" you ask softly, motioning towards his chest. he looked at you in confusion and you added for clarification, "what happened to the star on your chest? why doesnt it glow anymore?" you couldn't help but feel you made a mistake, as you watched the flicker of shame and disgust cross your lovers face.
"it faded, along with most of my powers, when i, well.. when i fell and was imprisoned" aaravos answered softly. his voice was so fragile, barely a whisper as he spoke. "it is simply a blight upon my skin, a mark of my failure and punishment. a cruel scar. it paints me as nothing but a lightless monster, a burden, and a villain." disdain and self disgust seemed to leak from his voice, and he shuddered as he spoke. pain filled your heart at his words and you reached out to rest a hand on his chest. you wished there was a way to undo all the centuries of pain and trauma the both of you had endured while separated, and you wished you could help him understand his beauty.
"you are none of those things aaravos, that is just what the other dragons and elves want you to believe. however, i know that you are special, beautiful, and so, so strong because of your differences and you have fought and suffered for what you believe in. this star is a mark of your perseverence, and it is nothing to ever be ashamed of." you gently pulled your hand away, and placed it on your own chest. using some simple magic, you made your own hand glow with a soft orb of white light resting on your palm.
"you don't have to bear the weight and darkness of your burdens alone. let me share my light with you, and share your darkness with me." you reached out, pressing the glowing ball against his chest and watched a small, pained smile break through the sadness and doubt that had resided on aaravos' face, and he covered your hand with his.
"thank you my love, thank you for finding me, and for always reminding me of the light and the love that we share." he leaned in, resting his unoccupied hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours lovingly.
"i love you until the end of time, and i believe that our love will last as eternal as the light that we share." his words seemed to touch your very soul, and released a flutter from your heart. for years you had drowned in your own misery, but you felt like you could finally breathe again. he was back, and you two were reunited. nothing would stand in your way every again, and neither of you would ever be separated by anyone or anything.
I HOPE THIS WAS TOO YOUR LIKING, THIS WAS SUCH A COOL REQ THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!! REQS ARE STILL OPEN, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTIME! this was such an emotional thing to write, and i genuinely really like this lmao tysm for the idea and inspiration!
#aaravos x reader#aaravos tdp#aaravos#the dragon prince#aaravos fluff#tdp#tdp s5#tdp x reader#the dragon prince x reader#i love this req sm#tysm for the ask!#i love fluff sm#aaravos is amazing#i wish someone would do this to me#uurhehbrhdhshdnene this is so cute#i love u aaravos
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Choose me
part 1
Neteyam x human reader
Aonung x human reader
This story will have more endings.Some of them being;choosing Neteyam;choosingAonung......
It will probably have 4 endings.
skxawng (Idiot) Kxetse (sun) tsaheylu (the bond with an ikran or other animals) Mawey (calm,calm down)
Words that look like this are spoken in the na'vi language.
Jakes pov.
The forests of Pandora…Hold many dangers.But the most dangerous thing about Pandora….is that you may grow to love her too much.We sing the song cord to remember.Each beat,a story in our life.A beat for the birth of our son.Neteyam. A beat when we adopted our daughter Kiri.Born of Graces avatar.A daughter whose conception was a totas mystery.A beat for the first communipn with Eywa.The people say we live in Eywa and Eywa lives in us.The great muther holds all her children in her heart.Happiness is simple.But who would have thought a jarhead like me could crak the code?Before i knew it we had 4.When we sent the sky people back to Earth A few of them stayed.Sience guys loyal to the na'vi.
And then there was Spider and y/n.They were just stuck here.Too young for a cryo-capsule.Orphaned by the war they were rased by the lad guys.They werent a part of out family.They were like 2 stray cats.Just always around insaperable from our kids. To Neytiri Spider would always be alien. One of them
(Kiri,Loak,Neteyam,y/n and Spider playing as Neytiri and Jake watch them)
Neytiri:He belongs to his own kind.
This is where the the two of them are different.Neytiri sees y/n as her own.Probably cus when she was young she almost died.And just like Grace she had to pass the test of Eywa.But unlike Grace she did pass…..that is why Neytiri sees her as a part of her own.Being connected to Eywa in a way.
(Loak and Kiri fighting with y/n siting next to Jake as he watches the 2 fight)
Loak:Its mine!I had it first!
Kiri:Why should i let you have it?
It took some years to get used to the language through my thick skull.
Loak:Its mine!
Kiri:Loak you liar.Let me have it!
But now when i hear it might as well be English.
Loak:I hate you!
Kiri:Well i hate you times infinity Loak!Penis face!
Jake:Hey!Hey!That is enough.Dont make me come over there.
(Jake teaching Neteyam how to catch a fish)
Jake:He is ganna come out of there from behind the big rocks.There he is.There you go.Go get it!Yeah!Hey Neteyam the mighty fisherman.Thats a good boy.Wow.Wow that is a big one.
Neteyam:By the rocks , just like you said.
(Jake measuring Neteyam as Kiri,Loak,Spider and y/n watch)
y/n:How tall is he?
Jake:He is …that tall.
Loak:Wow he is tall!
Goes by too fast.Like a dream.
(Jake,Neytiri,Kiri,Loak,Neteyam ,Tuk and y/n taking a photo)
Jake:Come on
Neteyam:Smile skxawng.
Happiness is simple.Like date night.Time away from the kids.
But a thing about happiness…..it can vanish in a hearbeat.A new star in the night sky.It can only mean one thing.Ships.Decelerating.And the sky people returning.
Your pov.
y/n:Tuk! Tuk! Get back here im still not done with it!
I yelled as i was running after Tuk.She wanted me to make her a toy ikran so she could play with it.But before i could finish it Tuk took it and started to run away.
Tuk:I like it just like this!
She yelled looking back at me.
y/n:But Tuk its not finished!
Just as i yelled that Tuk took a sharp turn.Im never going to get her like this.I might be taller then her but she is faster.I stoped running and looked around as i heard someone .
Spider:Hey sis come hire!
It was Spider.As i looked at him i could see him sitting in a tent with Kiri drawing blue stripes on him.I smiled as i started to walk to both of them.
Kiri:Hey y/n.Do you want blue stripes on you as well?
y/n:No thank you.You know i dont like them on me.
Spider:But you would be faster.Like im definetly faster when im blue.
Kiri:You skxawng.
Spider:Seriosly and the animals respect me more.They dont think of me as human.
y/n:Wait your human?
Spider:Ha ha.
Said Spider as he splashed some blue liquid on my face.
Kiri:Hahahah you two are skxawng.
Just then i could hear ikrans and someone blow in the horn.
Tuk:Kiri,Spider,y/n They are comming.The war party is back!Come on!
Yelled Tuk as she came to us and then started to run to the war party after we all got up.
Kiri:Come on.
Said Kiri as we all made our way to the ikrans that just came back.
Tuk:Mom!
Yelled Tuk as Neytiri got off of her ikran.
Neytiri:Tuk Tuk Tuk.
She said hugging Tuk.
Jake:Fall in!
Yelled Jake as Loak got off of his own ikran.Neteyam did as well but he go off of Jakes ikran.
Jake:You are supposed to be spotters.You spot bogeys and call them in.From a distance!
Yelled Jake.I could hear anger in his voice as i got to them and was now standing next to him.
Jake:Does any of that sound familier?Jesus i let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobay direst orders.
Said Jake as i looked at Neteyam.He was hurt.I took a step towards him and started to look at his injuries.Kiri did the same.
Jake:Kiri , y/n can you go help grandmother with the wounded.
Kiri:My brother is wounded.
Neteyam:Kiri its fine.
Jake:Tuk go with them go.
Said Jake as Kiri sighed and started to walk to grandmothers tent with Tuks hand in hers.I gived one last look at Neteyam as he noded at me to which i turned and started to walk after Tuk and Kiri.
Neteyam:Sir i take full responsibility.
Jake:Yeah you do becauseyour the oldest you gatta act like it.
That was the last thing i heard.Neteyam really needs to stop taking the blame for Loak.I love him but he is stupid a lot of times and Neteyam just needs to take the blame for the stupid things he does.
It did not take long to get to grandmas tent.There were not a lot of warriors in it just 2 well only 1 since one of them was already pached up.Kiri helped Grandma with the last warrior and after a little the man left and Spider and Neteyam came in.
Spider:Yuhu guess who is back.
y/n:Neteyam!
I said as i got up and made my way to him.
Spider:I was looking for«Spider oh dear Eywa i missed you« but okay go to him first.
Said Spider as Kiri started to laugh and pulled Spider to sit next to her.
y/n:You are more hurt then i thought.
Neteyam:I am fine Kxetse.
y/n:How stupid are you.You cant just go to the battlefield.You could have died.
I said as i pulled to the ground and start to look for something to put on his wounds.
Neteyam:Im sorry.I just did not want Loak to get hurt.
He said looking at the ground.
y/n:….Do not be sorry.Im just worried about you.Just try not to be so stupid next time.
Neteyam:So your not mad at me?
He asked as he looked back at me with a big smile.I hit his head and took a seat next to him as i started to pach him up.Grandma started to put somethings on his back as well and not long after Loak came.
Neteyam:Aw.Aw .Aw!
Loak:Owwww want y/n to give you a kiss on the boo boo.
Said Loak as Neteyam hissed at him.
Kiri:I would use Yalnabark.
Grandma:Oh you would?And who is Tsahik?
Kiri:You are Grandma.Move.
Said Kiri as she pushed Loak.
Kiri:You are grandma but yalnabark is better.It stings less.
Said Kiri as grandma started to put more things on Neteyam.
Neteyam:Aw Aww!
y/n:Oh shush Net.
Loak:Mighty worrior.
Said Loak as i looked at him.
y/n:Oh shut it Loak or do you want me to put some on you?
I asked as i raised the small pot in my hand with the medicine I made inside.I am not a healer and the madicine i mahe is pretty bad but Neteyam still lets me put it on him.Even if it makes him feel even worse somethimes.
Loak:No thank you!
Spider:Bro your really scared of the madicine she made hm?
Loak:Spider did you ever try it?It is the worse!
Said Loak as i looked to the ground.I knew he did not want to make me sad but i still felt a little hurt.Spider peted my head as Neteyam looked at me.
Neteyam:Well i think its great.Aw!
Loak:Yeah your a bad lier.
Said Loak as i got up and started to walk to him.
Loak:Oh no dont come to me with that in your hand!
Yelled Loak as he started to run away.
y/n:Oh come back hire you baby!
I yelled as i started to run after him.
Kiri:Stop running!
Loak:But she wants to put that on me!
Kiri:I dont care dont be a baby and let her i can see your a little hurt on your right arm!
y/n:Yeah Loak its going to help.
Loak:Agh fine.
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Loak:Aw. Awwwwwwwwww!!
Neteyam:Oww poor you want a kiss on the boo boo?
Asked Neteyam as he was now all pached up and Loak was the one getting pached up.
Loak:Shut it.Y/N im fine stop!
y/n:Hehehe okay okay.
I said as Loak got up.
Spider:Her guys wanna go to the lab?
Kiri:I would love too.
Loak:Yeah i guess just get me out of hire.I dont wanna see that thing ever again.
Said Loak looking at my madicine.
Spider:Sis wanna come with us?
Asked Spider as Kiri and Loak already started to walk out of the tent.
y/n:Oh i would love to but i need to..
I started as i looked at Neteyam.
y/n:I need to finish Tuks toy.
Spider:Oh okay then see you later then.
Said Spider as he walked out.
Neteyam:Finish Tuks toy?
Asked Neteyam with a smile on his face.
y/n:Well i had to say something.
Neteyam:And telling him the truth would not work?
y/n:You know how he gets.If i told him your taking me on a ride he would kill me.
I said as Neteyam started to laugh.
Neteyam:Well your right.So can we go?
y/n:Yes yes lets go.
I said as we both started to walk out of the tent.Grandma went out with Tuk some time ago so noone was in the tent when we left.We were walking for a little bit before we got to the rocks the ikrans were on.Neteyam called his ikran and he was next to us in no time.
y/n:Hey boy.
I said as i peted the ikrans head.
Neteyam:He likes you a lot you know.
y/n:Mhm.
I said as i was still peting his head.Neteyam got up on his ikran and looked down at me.
Neteyam:Come.
He said as he offered me his hand to help me get up.I took his hand and i was on the ikran in to time.
y/n:Why do i have to sit in front of you?
Neteyam:Well if you were taller you would be sitting behind me.But cus your just a little taller then Tuk you have to sit in front of me.
y/n:Ha ha ha.Real funny.
Neteyam:Heh sorry but your more safe this way Kxetse.
y/n:I know i know.Can we go now?
Neteyam:Heh yes yes.Hold here.Dont move around until we are in the air.If you feel strange scared hurt or anything tell me.Dont let go of the saddle and…
y/n:Neteyam.
I said as he looked down at me.
y/n:I get it.Dont worry.
Neteyam:Yeah sorry.
He said as he sighed.He yipped as the ikran started to fly.It was not long before we were up in the air.It was perfect.It was close to eclips and i could already see the stars in the sky.
y/n:Wow.Its beautiful.
Neteyam:Mhm.It really is.
He said as i could feel his gaze on me.
y/n:You are so lucky.You can do this all day.I wish i could.
Neteyam:Mhm i really am lucky.
He said his gaze still on me.
y/n:You think i could get an ikran?
I asked as i looked back at him.It seemed as if he had came out of his day dream world.
Neteyam:Well you cant make tsaheylu.So i dont think it would work. Tsaheylu is very important.
y/n:I know…….i just wish i could.
I said as his arms tightened around me.
Neteyam:Hey i can take you for a ride any time you would like.I do not mind.
y/n:Thank you Net your the best.
Neteyam:You think so?
y/n:Mhm…..the best.
I said as i leaned against him.It was silent for some time.Not him nor me said anything for some time.It was just the sound of the wind and some animals under us.
Neteyam:We should go back.Its getting late……y/n?You good?
y/n:Shut it im trying to sleep.
Neteyam: You are trying to sleep while you are leaning against me?
y/n:Mhm.
I said as i heard a chuckle.
Neteyam:Then rest my Kxetse.
He said.That was the last thing i heard before i went to my dream world.I was woken up by someone talking.
Spider:You took her to fly?With an ikran!?
Neteyam:Spider calm down we dont wanna wake her up do we?
Spider:What ever.Just dont do it again.What if she got hurt.Or worse what if she fell of?
Neteyam:Do not make me think those things.
Spider:Well you need to consider them.
Kiri:Mawey.Let the girl sleep.
I could hear Kiri say as i could hear someone walk out of the tent which i guessed i was in.
Kiri:Neteyam….Be more careful.If you wanna take her out on a date dont let Spider know.
Neteyam:Its not a date!
Kiri:Shhhh.You dont wanna wake your girlfriend up do you?
Neteyam:Kiri!
Kiri:Okay okay i will stop.But you should go rest as well.Mom and dad wanna take you out training tomorrow right.
Neteyam:Yes.Im going.
Kiri:Bye bye lover boy.
Said Kiri as i could hear someone hiss.Im sure it was Neteyam.I felt a small smile on my face.I am not sure if it is cus of their funny talk or maybe cus Kiri teasing Neteyam about us being something and him being so shy about it.
#avatar way of water#avatar x human reader#avatar#awow#aonung x human reader#neteyam x human reader#avatar x reader#aonung x reader#neteyam x reader#avatar neteyam#avatar aonung
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚“ for you ”˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
~ Leon S. Kennedy x f!reader
warnings: handjobs, clothed grinding, Leon is on the receiving end of it all, desperate Leon, overstimulation, p in v, squirting, edging, creampie, pet names: good boy, sweet girl
synopsis: Leon’s getting some healing from his gf <3
i love the idea of healing a physically or emotionally injured man so some of these are purely self indulgent hehe (oh AND submissive dominance… being so horny that your body takes over.. UGH)
you never knew something could be so breathtakingly beautiful until you saw the writhing in ecstasy of a strong, muscular man- capable of anything with his two bare hands- right underneath you. knowing you’re the only thing in the world giving him this much pleasure, and all he can think about is you. how his gasps, laced with honey, hitched whenever you hit that one vein that made him forget any trauma he may have. how even through all of the pressure you apply with your gentle hands, still has the ability to whimper sweet nothings into your ear.. “..your h- your hand is so soft..” “you’re so pretty..” “i want to make you feel good too..” just like the gentleman he is.. always wanting to make you feel good as well, even when this is for him. to make him feel good.. to make him feel happy.. to make him feel safe.
“i know.. but this is for you.” you let go, allowing your hand to travel to different places, feeling all of the scars that littered his hardened body, showing all of the effort he’s put in to keep others safe.
“mmm.. okay..” he sighed a shaking breath; trying so hard not to give in too quick. he wanted- no, he needed to last longer. he never wanted this treatment to end.
“good boy.” you climbed up and straddled his waist, instantly making contact with his twitching cock. his whole body fell limp, he no longer worried about danger or doing the right thing, he was just focused on the present, how your hips gently sat on his length, grinding slowly. it felt heavenly. just by his face, you could see he finally found peace, even with all of his trauma and scars.
“go faster..” his calloused hands gripped your thighs, hungry for more friction. you stopped your movements, knowing far too well that anything that you do wouldn’t amount to the pleasure that he needed.. so you let him do everything he wanted.
his hips knew that as well. he started grinding his exposed cock on your panty-covered cunt, relishing in the fact it was a soft cotton. it wasn’t a fast pace at first, but as his need grew, so did his pace.
he pumped a few hard thrusts up to your weeping core, and that’s when he really let loose. his thrusts became frantic. like this was the only thing he could even dream to think about, like this was all he ever needed to live. his whole body and mind melted into you, and even though you werent truly connected by body in this moment, your souls were. his moans and breaths were loud, louder than you’ve ever heard come out from him. they were powerful and primal, yet his face contorted and his body shivered so cutely.
you could feel the precum soaking the fabric of your panties. you knew it made everything feel 10x better for him, and it’s all by himself. using his own body fluids to make himself feel so good.. good enough that his moans and grunts grew more and more frequent. it was only a matter of time until the knot to everything he felt came undone.
momentarily, you lifted your hips; allowing you a little room to pull your panties down under the fat of your ass. “are you close, Leon..?” the tease in your tone drove him wild, his composure and shame were long gone at this point, until all that was left was a man leaking in pleasure and sin.
“yeah.. i really wanna do it inside. ah.. can i..?”
“anything you want.” gripping the base in case he was far too sensitive to even dive in, you shoved his cock straight into your cunt, no preparing or anything, raw and powerful- just like he was. as soon as you made contact Leon’s body stiffened, not moving an inch in order to not cum right away. while you still had your hand gripping the base of his cock, he had been edged way too long to not come soon.
“i..i won’t come.” the magical display he allowed you to feast upon was deadly. his breathing, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets, his sweat drenched face and the light blush that was airbrushed across his cheeks.. “ugh.. please move. sweet girl, i need it.”
those demanding words sent you over the edge, this whole time you managed to keep composure; knowing this was all for your hardworking boyfriend.. but now? all of that was heightened to an extreme. you need to make him come.
you let go of the hand that was gripping him at the base, and instead went lower and cupped his balls, massaging and lightly pulling on them once and a while. all while you were doing this, your pace on his cock was a maddening mess. it was quick, never leaving the middle of the shaft. instead of bouncing, it was more of a fast grind; which he loved. his head hit the pillows behind him, completely relaxing as this strong pleasure built within his stomach, fully tasting it all with his senses fully aware. he felt every clench of your core, he felt every shared liquid drip down his shaft and onto the bed below you, he felt every jiggle of your ass as it hit his thigh when you moved, and he felt good. he’s never felt better. hands going back to grip your hips, he started bouncing you up and down as if you were some cheap sex toy, only focusing on one thing and one thing only: him coming. that’s all he wanted, and that’s all you wanted.
“i’m gonna come. i’m gonna come in you. you’ll let me, yeah?” tone dominant in nature easily overridden with whimpers in between every word spoken- it was like the worlds greatest melody. the slap of his hips were getting sloppy, enough for you to understand he’s close to coming; really close to coming. that was enough for you to finally let go, rapidly abusing your clit in order to do it with him, and you were just in time. as soon as you clenched from your release, he was up next; moaning a guttural groan too loud for comfort, which he’ll probably regret the next morning. but he didn’t care, it was pure bliss. it felt like every inch on the bottom half of his body melted.
yet, you weren’t satisfied. you wanted to see him writhe just a little more. with a hard clench you quickly got back to grinding on him once again, and his eyes rolled back to the overstimulation his cock was drowning in.
“i just came.. it’s sensitive-”
“i know.”
he gave you a puzzled look but soon gave up, falling back into the pleasure. it was raw. it hurt. it hurt so much, but it hurt so good. every time the slit of his tip made contact with your cunt, his whole body twitched. huh.
“hold on.” with a pop, you got off his hips and gripped the base of his cock again. this time you laid the palm of your hand directly on the puffy tip.
“..wait-“ desperately, he went to grab your hand- knowing exactly what you were going to do, but it was too late.. as if it were your own clit, your hand lubed with the precum already dribbling from his sensitivity, you started rubbing your palm over the slit. his body instinctively sat up, but he never once tried to stop you. your pace was far quicker than what you could’ve done with your hips, which drove him over the edge once again. without any warning- except for a muffled scream from his hands, his cock squirted every pent up drop of cum it had.
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this was originally supposed to be a drabble but i completely got lost in this and now it’s super long haha,
i didn’t know how to end it because it wasn’t supposed to be this long, so sorry if it’s bad! this was my first time writing smut ^^;
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Sweet Dream pt.1
𖤐 pairing: Jeonghan x GN!reader
𖤐 genre: fluff
𖤐 warnings:
𖤐 wc: 600+
𖤐trope/au/kinks: road trip, non idol au
𖤐 summary: Jeonghan was usually full of surprises, this time you were the one to surprise him. An idea for you both to go on an abrupt road trip to celebrate your 3rd valentines day together. After all, Jeonghan would be your one and only valentine for the rest of your life, the best dream you could ever imagine.
𖤐 notes: hey, surprise im your valentine for svthub, hopefully you enjoy this as it took me so long and with everything going on for me personally. im so sorry its short usually i write it longer. but this is only part one
𖤐special tag: @synthetickitsune
𖤐 tag list: @svthub ,
𖤐 Playlist: Crazy Form by Ateez, Getting Closer by Seventeen, Aya by Mamamoo, Limbo by Jun
𖤐Prompt: “You will always be my forever valentine.”
Jeonghan grinned as he spun you around into his chest. "Hi." You smile at his word and motion, looking up at him. "Hi..." A glance at the clock told you it was midnight on Valentines day. You grinned widely and looked up at him. "Road trip?" Jeonghan nodded, his own attention being drawn to the clock.
"Happy valintines day baby." He hummed before he nodded. "Where do you want to go?" He swayed with you in his hold gently, resting his chin ontop of your head.
You pursed your lips in thought as you rested your cheek against his chest, his heart beat strong in your ear. "Hmmm.....how about we just drive? Choose a direction and we just drive. Pack some clothes and when we get tired? We stop somewhere and stay there. We can shower there, sleep, eat then keep driving. We dont need a destination."
Jeonghan smiled widely. "Sounds like a dream." He pressed a kiss against the top of your head and nodding before releasing you. "Go get packed. Ill let our friends know, and our mums." You nodded and quickly disappeared into the bedroom you both shared, a grin on your lips as you shoved clothes and things into two bags. Most of it being Jeonghans clothes as youd rather be in his than your own.
You threw your bag onto your back and grabbed Jeonghans as you came back into the room just as Jeonghan appeared from the bathroom. "All done?" You nodded and grinned, repeating it back to him and biting your lip. Giddiness filling your system. The idea of a random road trip had butterflies swirling through stomach.
Your gaze locks with his as you grin at him. "Ready to go." You murmured to him as you got closer. "You let everyone know right?" He nodded, a smile on his own face. You beamed brightly as you hopped your way to the car. “C’mon Hannie.” You looked over your shoulder at him as he grabbed the keys, quickly following behind you, a smile on his face as he unlocked the car, letting you toss in the bags.
It was well past midnight by now, about two am. You were excited. Not a place in mind, no ideas, just a road trip to anything and anywhere. Just like what you both did when you met in highschool.
The random road trips during winter and summer breaks with your friends that slowly turned into just the two of you as time went on. Sometimes you ended up skiing down the mountain snow, sometimes walking in the forest. Other times you just drove til you both decided to go home.
You slipped into the passenger seat with a small grin, watching as your boyfriend hopped into the drivers, angling yourself better so you could lean against the door and still face Jeonghan safely.
The corner of his lips quirked up into a smirk once he caught your position and gaze. "What? You gonna watch me the whole time i drive?" He teased and you rose a brow back, biting your bottom lip. "Perhaps." You laughed at the surprise on his face. Usually you werent so bold, but maybe the early hours of the morning and excitement changed it.
"Alright, ready to go?" You nodded and grabbed a blanket you had thrown in the back seat and placed it on your lap as he pulled out and started driving. Once Jeonghan's hand found its place on your lap as usual you held it tightly, smiling as you traced a line around his ring finger and the back of his hand. "Hey Hannie?" At the call of his name he glanced over with a hum. "Do you think we will be together forever?"
He grinned softly. "You will always be my forever valentine, So of course we will be." You tried to fight the blush on your cheeks, only causing his grin to turn into a smirk. "Something that small gets you all red?" He snickered quietly as he laced your fingers together.
"Forever Valentine. Forever my valentine."
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Demon Slayer ; Fūrin 《Windchime》
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Summary: When a girl with a secret past joins the demons slayer corps what secrets hide behind the mask she wears? Literally and figuratively. What are her strange powers and how did she aquire them? But most of all why does she seem strangly familiar to an unlikely pair of hashira ; Like a ghost from the past who might have been better off staying buried.
《Shes the sister of Sanemi and Genya》
Warnings: slight angst, slight swearing
Masterlist~
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A cold breeze brushed past you. The chimes that hung from the mask covering your face rung out a gentle song. It played for a long time, gracing the trees and the wild life in the field you stood in.
You were waiting.
What for? You didnt know. Your mind seemed hazy. But you were sure you would find out soon.
Destiny? Or the Dark?
The future? Or your past?
Which would you face and could you survive long enough to see its outcome, to see the end?
Your ending.
The play that was your life was cruel but never dull. Perhaps sometimes you wished that your life could have been dull. Could have been so painfully boring that at times you would wish for ritches or to live in the fanciest house, but you would be happy nontheless.
A family. With nice parents and your siblings. Your eldest brother would give you away on your wedding day, albet reluctantly, and the rest would cry with tears of joy ; because you would be marrying someone good, someone who was as far from the person your father was as you could get.
It was all a dream, you knew that, but just the thought comforted you nontheless. The wind was chilly but your heart felt warm and for a moment you felt free. Free of your past, free of your future, of your destiny and the darkness. You were just in the moment, in the now, the present.
But like all good things your peace of mind soon came to an abrupt end. Stopping in its tracks before you could fall any father into some sort of semblance of normality.
And you remebered where you were. Where you really were. And what you were doing.
Running.
Running away from the place that haunted you, that captured and tourtured you. And the blood on your hands became clearer, the way it splattered across your face and covered your body head to toe. Everything came all at once. Everything came back to you all at once.
And then nothing.
It went black.
A face of a person aproaching you was all you saw before your vision faded and then you were plunged into darkness. You had almost thought for a split second that it had been your eldest brother, that with the persons same white hair, but that would have been too lucky, too easy, for someone like you. Fate would not have allowed such a thing.
Voices of those you had met throughout your life played in your mind, rang in your ears as your body did what it could to keep you occupied while fighting to repare itself from the damage it had sustained.
Your body burned with heat and fever and you awoke in a layer of sweat that coated your whole body. You woke confused, in a place you did not recognise. A ceiling that did not resemble the dark grey one you knew so well was replaced with a plain white one. And what you were lying on was definitely far from the cold stone ground you were used to. A soft bed layered with mounds of blankets thrown over you and more pillows than you would ever need in a life time cushioning your head.
It was strange. You didnt know this place in the slightest, where were you? You werent sure if you could even move your body all that much to cheak, but soon that didnt matter as all your memories of what had happened before you passed out came rushing back to you and you shot straight up in the bed.
Turning quickly, you leaned over the side of it as your stomach lurched from the images that flashed through your mind in a blur. You retched and gaged until a few girls who seemed to be doctors or nurses of some sort came rushing into the room in a panic.
When you turned to look at the four who had just entered the room you recognised one to be the woman who you had seen approaching you before blacking out. You wanted to say something but your throat burned from the acid in your stomach after being sick. Even if it didnt, you knew you couldnt talk anyway, you hadnt been able to since you were very young. You also needed water desperately, having said that when one of the girls handed you a glass of water you were hesitant to take it.
You had had your fair share of trusting people you shouldnt have and you werent going to do it again. You had enough for one lifetime and now you would only rely on yourself. Your throat felt scratchy and continued to burn ever worse but you swatted the young girls hand away in retaliation. This was nothing, a little discomfort wouldnt get you to make a mistake like 'that' again.
You shuddered at the thought.
The white haired woman sat down on a chair next to your bed while the three young girls went about cleaning the mess you had made like they were used to it. The woman regarded you with a small bow. Something about her eyes made you nervous. Nevertheless she was probably the most beautiful woman you had seen in your life, that made you let your guard down ever so slightly. And when you caught yourself out for it, instead of making you more comfortable it just made you more stressed.
You didnt bow back but she didnt seem to be offened by it. If you did bow to her you somehow got the feeling that it would have made her uneasy aswell anyway. Then she spoke for the first time, in a silky smooth voice. It was soft like a lullaby and you couldnt help your mind from wandering to wondering what she would sound like if she sang.
"I know you must be very alarmed right now. But its alright you can relax, your safe now. Even if you dont fully trust me thats fine, i understand"
You stared in silence.
She continued with a sigh, bowning once again but this time lower, her hands rested on her knees, her head inches away
"Im so sorry that i did not arrive in time, if i had maybe i could have done something. I know nothing i say now will ease your pain, that all my words are just empty regrets but i pray you will be able to find comfort here and let go of any troubles you bare."
What the hell was this woman on about? She seemed to know your situation, what had happened to you, but how? Wouldnt the normal reaction be to accuse you from what she found? Was she in her right mind? Just who was this lady that she was fully on your side after seeing a bunch of dead bodies and solely you left alive running away from them? Covered in blood at that.
One of the three girls who looked like triplets lit a small candle on your bedside table and you were able to get a better look at the woman's face. It seemed that your earlier assumption was correct. Even in the dim light of the moon peaking through the windows it reflected off her snowy white hair and pale skin.
Now with the light of the candle it gave her a sence of warmth and familiarity rather than an aura of a cold and chilly woman with deep icey blue eyes. You subconsciously let your fingers run along some of the features of your own face wondering if anyone could ever see you that way. Of course, you wore a mask most of the time anyway so people would hardly know what you looked like underneath to even form an opinion. Even if they did you didnt know if you really wanted to know what it was.
Soon realising the fox mask you treasured was no longer covering your face, you looked around ferociously before noticing it layed out on the bedside table next to the now lit candle. You picked it up and traced your fingers along its groves before placing it back on your face once again, chimes clinking as you did so. Not feeling full without it.
Only then did you also realise that it was deep in the night. Dawn had just been breaking when you passed out so how long had you been asleep for? A day? Longer? And you still did not know where you were.
This all felt too familiar to a certain memory and it was starting to piss you off.
Seemingly reading your mind you got a few answers to your questions the next time the woman with the white hair spoke.
"You must be confused, i see that. I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me. My name is Amane Ubuyashiki."
And then it clicked. You knew that name, you had heard it before from the man who had raised you, a retired hashira. Kagaya Ubuyashiki was the master of the demon slayer corps and Amane Ubuyashiki was his wife, or so he had said. So is that where you were, some base of the demon slayer corps? You now understood why she bowed to you like she did, she must have been feeling guilty about what happened to you but you didnt know how to feel.
Right now you couldnt feel much of anything. Or you felt so much that it all just blended together and you couldnt call it anything distinct. Maybe your mind was trying to conceal your true emotions for fear of what they would do to you. Lady Ubuyashiki continued as if seeing the cog wheels moving in your head and the information linking together.
"I see you know who i am. Thats good, then im sure you also know that my husband is the head of the demon slayer corps and that is where you are now. This is the Butterfly Masion." She then gestured to the three girls who had finished cleaning up, now layering more blankets across the end of the bed and fluffing pillows.
"Let me introduce you. These girls are Naho, Kiyo and Sumi, they, along with the caretaker Aoi, the insect Hashira owning this estate, Shinobu and her Tsuguko, Kanao, will be taking care of you until you fully recover. If you need anything just ask them."
She gently placed a quill and paper onto the bedside table as she said this. She must have already been told by one of the girls who treated you that you werent able to speak, if the deep scar that ran along your throat wasnt a tell-tale sign enough. You fiddled with the bandages that looped around some scrapes and gashes on one of your arms.
As you did this you couldnt help but wonder what she, Amane Ubuyashiki, was doing here. Couldnt one of the girls who was taking care of you explain all that? Was it guilt that was fueling all these actions of hers? You had heard that the leaders of the demon slayer corps were compassionate from the old hashira who took you in but you had never thought it was to this extent. You had some idea as to why you had been taken in by the demon slayer corps after they found you but where were you ment to go from here? Recover and then what?
"Become a demon slayer"
Your head shot up at her words.
Had you heard correctly? Become a demon slayer? You? You had always been told to stay away from becoming one. That you shouldnt because it was dangerous and you could be killed. But after what you had gone through it didnt sound as crazy any more. What really was the difference between humans and demons? To you they were all the same. Wheather it was humans you fought or demons, you would win.
Because your world was a world where it was either kill or be killed.
Live or die.
And you sure as hell had come too far, gone through too much shit to back down now. You couldnt take revenge on the world you were born into but you did take revenge on the ones who killed the people who called you family like you were of their own blood. Thats what the situation this woman, Amane Ubuyashiki, found you after. Passed out and covered in blood and wounds from head to toe.
But what about your family who was of your own blood? You had never gotten revenge for them. Back then you were far too weak to kill demons and most of all you were far too pure of heart back then to go killing anyone for that matter.
But now it was different.
Now your hands had been stained with blood and you were no longer the weak child you once were when you left that hut. When you left the safe confines of the second home you had been raised in by the old hashira. When you left full of hope on a warm spring day to find your own path in life but now you have ended up back on the path that you left and never dared go down because of that mans warning.
Only this time you were stained in the blood of those who wronged you and the light in your eyes had faded out completely once and for all, leaving only a retched heart and a hollow soul. This time you would dare yourself to go down that path.
But not for a noble reason or even a normal one.
There was only one thing you wanted now. Only one thing you had to know.
If killing makes you a monster.
Then demons must be monsters.
But if you kill a monster does that make you one as well?
Most people would call you a hero. But are there really such things as heros?
Those are all lies. The truth is...
Thats the price you have to pay.
For revenge.
Throw away your humanity and become a monster.
At the very least...
You wont become a demon.
Snapping out of your thoughts you noticed the three younger identical girls Naho, Kiyo and Sumi had all seemingly vacated the room by this point. You turned your attention back to the wife of the demon slayer corps master. Her facial expression remained composed but you could see her eyes filled with something akin to worry and or pity in the flickering of the candle light.
Dropping her head slightly and sighing once again she got up from where she was sat, turning to leave as she started "I apologise, that was abrupt of me. Please dont feel presured to respond right now, just focus on getting bet-"
Before she could make it too far out of reach you grabbed her hand. You could tell that you didnt need words for her to understand what you ment. Maybe it was the tightness of your grip on her or the unusual detemination in your usually lifeless eyes, but either way she returned your gesture with a small smile.
She didnt say anything else, other than patting your head as if in some sort of reasurance or comfort, before she got to the door of the room.
"I hope that sometime, even if its not soon, even if its in the distant future, you will be able to rely not only on me but also on our demon slayer corps."
With those last words she left you alone in the dark room that was only aluminated by the small candle light, which blew out curtly with the closing of the door.
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A demon.
It was one of your earliest memories.
Not the first...but early enough.
How old had you been then? Maybe around seven?
You had always been chasing after your elder brothers back then. Wanting to help in any way you could. They had shielded you plenty times before when your father would get into one of his moods and take it out on you or your younger siblings in a fit. You couldnt shield your elder brothers like that but you could do other things to help. If they would just let you that is. Or rather, if your eldest brother would let you.
You were forever trying to carry and haul stuff to sell like they did but you had unfortunately inherited your mothers small frame which showed even as a child. Of course, that in no way ment you were weak, rather, you powered through out of spite, when they told you not to hurt yourself trying to lift something, just to make a point.
Your mother, despite her small stature, wasnt weak either. While you couldnt shield your elder brothers, she could and she did. She protected them, all of you, no matter the cost, even if it ment her getting hurt. Maybe she felt guilty for bringing you all into a world where you needed to be protected from your own father, raising you in a home that wasnt fully safe. She never let it show though, if she was sad or angry, she always wore a small smile donning her soft features.
You couldnt do what your mother did, couldnt protect your older brothers or wear a constant smile while hiding your own emotions, not back then at least. But still, you helped, although it couldnt have been said that you helped an awful lot. You would get tired afterwards and have to sit in the merchant cart full of things to sell pulled by your eldest brother. Maybe you could have done more, been more useful if your eldest brother hadnt been forever telling you not to help and to go play with your other, younger, siblings.
But of course you thought you had some sort of responsibility as the third oldest out of all your siblings. After all, the two eldest, Sanemi and Genya, were always looking after and protecting you all and your second brother was only a year older than you anyway. You did what you could but instead you ended up opting for cooking for everyone instead.
Since your father had been killed thanks to his own stupid personality, your mother, as well as your two eldest brothers, had to make the money instead. That ment your mother got back home late at night and was almost falling asleep while trying to cook for everyone. So you went around to anyone in the village who knew how to cook, house wives, shop owners of cafes or the nice old chef from the small restaurant on the corner and begged them to teach you how to cook.
It started off small, you wanted to learn how to at least cook well enough to make something edible. Soon with alot of hard work, for a seven year old, you got used to your own job in providing, taking care of and protecting your siblings and your mother.
Your family.
Those were some of your earliest memories.
But those ones arent the ones you were talking about. There was no such demon in those memories, unless you count your late father that is.
You wished that was true, you really did. He earned the title demon, not your mother. No matter what she did, no matter what happened to her, you would never call her a demon. Although you suposed others wouldnt agree with you, she had in fact been turned into one. One of those creatures. Slaughtering her own children, her own family against her will. Yes, against her will not the will of what she had become, what she had been driven to, turned into.
You all stayed inside the house, waiting for your eldest brother to return with her. That was when it happened, it was all so fast. One second everyone was rushing to welcome your mother home, the next red painted your vision and blood covered the room. You had run to welcome your mother as well but ended up stopping after hearing your second brother, Genyas, shouts to stop and stay put. Your siblings didnt.
It was probably thanks to him, Genya, that you ended up surviving, albet that didnt mean you hadnt gotten seriously injured. You remembered lying face down in a pool of blood, wheather it was yours or your siblings you couldnt tell. Looking back on it, it was probably a mix of both. The shock in your body stilled you from moving, moving to feel what the source of the pain in your neck was.
Instead you felt your brothers trembling hands press something akin to fabric against your neck. His cries and shouts faded away as he ran for help. You didnt want to be left alone then, you were scared but you couldnt say anything. When you tried the pain in your neck seared and an odd gurgling sound was produced instead of words.
Your head had started to feel fuzzy, you were probably loosing too much blood. But with the adrenaline now finally starting to course through your body, as it went into survival mode, you were able to push yourself onto your knees. Taking with you the piece of torn bedsheet your brother had placed on your neck to try and stifle the bleeding. Then you stood up fully.
Not only were you not in your right mind, your vision also started to fade and became tunnled. You dont remember most of what happened after that, it was probably the blood loss but you managed to haul yourself out of your house and into the woods, fading in and out of conciousness as you went. You wanted to leave the house to look for your brother, you didnt want to be left alone, but with the lack of blood you couldnt think properly.
Even if you could think straight you didnt think your body would have listened very well anyways. You only remember bits and pieces after that, while fading in and out, tredding through snow in the dark night. Even so, the moon shone down and eluminated the redness that trailed behind you. Holding the small piece of bedsheet fabric flush against your neck you could safely assume it was no longer the same colour as the snow that surrounded you.
A noise echoed in the near distance, but you didnt waver, you couldnt do a thing. You couldnt utter a sound never mind scream for help, you didnt even know where you were or where you were going never mind finding the source of the sound. You didnt even know if that was someone who could help or was a person at all. Nevertheless fragmented pieces of a figure not too far away in the distance from you stood still, regarding you cautiously.
Whatever it was seven year old you had plenty of fight, will, left but didnt have any strength in your body to back it up. A final ditch effort to take a few more steps forward towards whatever the hell that thing was was all it took before...nothing.
It wasnt the first time in your life that you had been met with darkness. You had often passed out after another of your fathers mood swings but this time felt different. This time felt more peaceful, a comforting sort of peace as if it was telling you that it was okay if you wanted to stay forever. That you didnt have to go back out into the harsh world anymore and endure. It sounded tempting, you wanted to stay, you really did but then you felt something, something familiar.
A hand.
Whose hand was it?
Your mothers?
One of your elder brothers?
That was it.
It felt like the warm touch of your eldest brother patting your head, or taking your temperature when you grew ill.
You had woken up to that touch every time you had passed out before and it was always a welcome feeling, a welcome sight. You wanted to feel that warmth again, see your brother again. See everyone again.
All you had to do was wake up.
You awoke once again to that hand on your forehead. You tried to snuggle further into it but it was quickly removed and you were instead met with the sound of furious shuffling. You opened your eyes to see a boy, quite a young one, he couldnt have been any older than your eldest brother. He regarded you with his shining deep blue eyes, his black hair falling over them, before pressing a cold wet cloth to your forehead.
"So shes awake" an elderly voice spoke from the corner of the room where the door was.
Two more people entered the room. One with orange hair and purple eyes who looked the same age as the boy next to you. The other man was much older. He reminded you of the old chef from your village who helped to teach you how to cook. Often times you had liked to pretend that he was your grandfather, even if that wasnt really true it was a nice thought, a comforting one. You guessed you never really grew out of that habit. The pretending. But you were afraid if you didnt reality would be too much to bear.
When you were young you would hear stories of demons from other children, from bedtime tales, and then when you couldnt sleep at night because of the monster in the closet and those scary tales, your mother would tell you it simply wasnt real.
But then you grow up. You find out that that was the lie. That they are real. And if theyre real, if theyre not pretend, then why should what you make up in your mind be any less real to you.
"She just woke up" the boy with blue eyes next to you answered the elderly man.
The elderly man kneeled down next to you on the oposite side of the blue eyed boy before swatting him away to get fresh water for the cloth on your forehead. The orange haired boy who had briefly left the room came back in with a pail of warm water and a bunch of fresh cloths, seemingly for any wounds you had sustained.
The elderly man wore a strange red mask and a blue haori with a cloud pattern. You couldnt see his face from underneath the mask but his voice was gruff and aged, sounding as if he had an answer to every question. You got the feeling he was somewhat of a wise old man.
You didnt know where you were, but you werent scared. Maybe you were too exhausted to be scared. Whatever the case you felt an unusual calm. Maybe it was the lingering ghostly feeling of a warm hand on your forehead or how the boy from before reminded you of your eldest brother. Or even how the elderly man reminded you of the old chef from your village.
You shouldnt have been feeling calm in this situation, it was as if your body woudnt let you remember all the bad stuff until it got well enough physically for you to be able to handle that reality mentally. The reality that everything you had ever known your whole life had been stripped away from you in one night, one second, one action.
Your body started to sweat more, you definitely had a fever, you could feel it coursing throughout your body now. You hadnt given the state of your body and how it felt any notice before due to the unknown environment you awoke in. Your head had probably been hurting the whole time as well but now it was pounding so hard it made you noticeably wince.
"Easy child...here" the old man took notice and ever so gently lifted a bamboo water ladel up to your mouth. The cold liquid sliped past your chapped lips slowly enough for you to be able to drink properly without choking on it. You realised how thirsty you actually were, you hadnt noticed that before either.
"Dont be afraid, your safe here, this is my house, nothing can get you here. My name is Sakonji Urokodaki, this is Sabito..." He gestured towards the boy with orange hair and purple eyes. His face contourted in a way that made his pretty features stand out even more, highlighting his beauty. He smiled in greeting with a little nod in your direction.
The boy with blue eyes and black hair from before entered the room once again, this time with more cold water for the cloth on your forehead. The man called Urokodaki gestured once again, this time towards that boy as he set the pail down near you.
"This is Tomioka Giyuu, hes the one who found you, or rather saved you. He found you walking alone in the snowy mountains, do you remember that?"
You didnt feel obligated to answer as the question sounded rather retorical, instead you opted to slightly move your head side to side from where you lay. You were instantly glad you hadnt tried to talk because after you shook your head a sharp pain originating from your throat shot through your nervous system. You flinched from the sensation and clutched your hand into a tight fist to try and relieve it somewhat. You now understood just why Mister Urokodaki had been so gentle when giving you water earlier.
Slowly you brought your hand up to where you felt the pain, gliding the tips of your fingers gently across your neck you became keenly aware of an unusual pattern across it. You felt as if you had just woken up fully since you had opened your eyes a few minutes ago. Running your fingers back along your neck once again you felt something prickly, almost sharp, running in a long line across it in a pattern of X's.
You hissed internally as it started to burn when you continued the motion after several times. The old man next to you watched from behind his mask for a long while before sending both of the younger boys out, leaving only you and him in the room now. Gently he coerced your hand away from your neck and back down to your side.
You looked up at him from where you lay, frightened for the first time since you awoke. Most of what happened the night before returned to you in fragmented pieces. Alot of it was foggy due to the blood loss. Had it only been one night since then? A day? Longer? It was bright outside from what you could tell, just how long had passed. Was everyone alright?
Your mother, elder brothers and younger siblings. Were they all okay, had they survived? You had seen with your own eyes how badly they had all been injured, all but your older brother Genya who ran for help. You didnt even know about your eldest brother, Sanemi, since he had gone after the thing that attacked you all. He was strong but could he have really survived that. Even if he did he would be gravely injured and could have succumbed to those injuries later on.
You started to hyperventilate, panicing now as the memories of seening your family slaughtered before your eyes returned. Along with wondering if there was an unlikely chance anyone was even left alive besides you. You tried to get up but your body felt like lead. You managed to push yourself up onto your forearms before you were stopped in your tracks by Mister Urokodaki, your efforts in vain.
"Breathe...breathe" he gathered up the cloth on your forehead, replacing it with a new one. As your mind slowly calmed down once again, you heard the quiet crackling of the fire from the hearth in the living room. It reminded you of home, when you used to sit everyday by that fire and cook meals over it for your family.
Glimpsing it just ouside the door to the room as you turned your head in its direction, you imagined yourself sitting by it, working away. A few of your siblings sat watching near you but not so close that they could get burned by the flames. The rest played farther behind you or outside just within your line of sight, waiting until you called them in for supper.
The family that you would never cook for again, never see again. It was like everything was normal, everything in the world was the same but they were gone and no one cared. You would live in that world knowing that the people who made the world worth living in were gone forever and you had no way of stopping it or getting them back. The fire would continue to crackle and burn brighter but it would never be used again. Never again would you look down on it with a smile, only quenching it with the tears that flowed down unto it from your eyes.
You were completely alone.
Your eyes streamed and poured and you wanted to hide your face in the pillow and scream your lungs out but even if you did you were afraid no sound would come out. All you could do was writhe in the old mans arms in agony until you were too tired to continue. He let you do so, patting your head so softly, so gently you would think you were something to be treasured and not just a now mute and orphaned child. A child who had no worth or value and no one who loved her any longer.
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You lived to the best of your ability for the next year of your life and the memories slowly started to fade evermore. The pain remained but even that began to waver in time as you were showered in a new warmth, a new love. In time you learned about what it was that attacked your family that night. Mister Urokodaki called it a demon. You could only assume who it had been before it was turned, yet you refrained from doing so in spite of already knowing the answer deep down.
You got along with the two older boys, Giyuu and Sabito quite well as you all bonded over your unfortunate yet fortunate circumstances. It may have also helped with the fact that they were the same age as your eldest brother. You learned that when Giyuu found you he had been running away from some of his own village's people who branded him as mentally ill when he told them about his sister being killed by a demon.
It happened on the same night your family were killed and his village was only a short distance from yours as well. They were both connected by that mountain so it had been a lucky and coincidental meeting when he saved you. Although you just hoped the demon that had gotten your family hadnt been the same one that got his.
For a years time the two boys trained to become demon slayers guided by Mister Urokodaki. You often liked to observe some of their practice sessions. Although most of the time you were kept away as they took place in the harsh snowy mountains and you were still recovering.
You had been seen by quite a few doctors but none could say for certain that you would ever be able to talk again within your lifetime. Your voice box had been severed from the injury you sustained along your neck during the attack. You would be lying if you said you were surprised, if all the time you werent allowed to talk while recovering wasnt a good enough hint.
Soon Giyuu and Sabito left for their final exam, where if they passed they would get to become official demon slayers, part of the Demon Slayer Corps. You watched the both of them go, you remember it so vividly. Waving them off with Mister Urokodaki as Giyuu gave a polite wave back, his eyes still held a light of childhood innocence. Sabito waved as well before ruffling Giyuus hair harshly, both of them donned in Mister Urokodakis students signature warding fox masks, to protect them from harm.
A bit ironic, if you did say so yourself, considering you rarely ever removed yours in the years after this memory.
You wondered back then when you would get to wear one of those masks, when you would be the one waving goodbye to Mister Urokodaki as you set off to your own final exam instead of being the one left behind. Only what you didnt know then as you watched their backs fade away into the distance, as the sun set behind the hills, was that only one would return alive.
Giyuu returned not long after bearing the news, Sabitos signature patchwork haori in hand. It was like another of your siblings had been taken from you by demons. As if the first time hadnt been enough for one lifetime. Giyuu, Sabito and you had been together for a whole year, through thick and thin. You helped each other come to terms with what happened to you and they fervently took care of you as you recovered. They made you feel like you didnt need to be able to speak out loud to have someone understand you, as well as understand how you felt inside.
Now Sabito was gone and with him went the last of the light in Giyuu's eyes, the innocence and his childhood. Now instead of a sparkling blue they were dull, almost grey, like the cold sea after a storm. Giyuu had been deeply affected by Sabitos passing, to put it nicely. Sabito had been the strongest slayer in their final exam, he had gotten rid of every demon on that mountain except for one.
The one that kept killing all of Mister Urokodakis kids, his other students that came before them, your predecessors. But Sabito had been so horrified by what he found out that he had gotten killed. All the demon slayers survived and passed the exam because of him, Giyuu included, according to him.
Giyuu only came back to tell you both the unfortunate news, he now had to go out into the world and fulfill his duties as a demon slayer. You wanted to give him something before he left, now not knowing if you would ever see him again after he walked out that door. With what happened to Sabito, you didnt want to think about it but, you knew it was a very likely reality. Gathering the haori Giyuu had brought back with him you got to work.
Your stitching skills werent as good as your cooking but you thought they should suffice for something as simple as this. Back home, one of your other siblings or mother would always be the ones to fix any clothes that needed it but you had learned all the same.
Saying goodbye to someone is one of the hardest things to do. Especially when you cant be sure you'll ever see that person again in this lifetime. Hugs were shared and heads were patted, gifts exchanged and tears shed. You hugged Giyuu so tightly you thought your arms would break. You might not have let go if Mister Urokodaki hadnt persuaded you to let go to give him your present.
Out of a small undecorated box the blue eyed boy pulled out a half red, half patchwork haori. Half of the fabric being his sisters, the other, Sabitos. You werent sure if he'd like it but you thought he would want to keep both of them close in some way as a sign of remeberance. That was if you knew him well and having been with him for a year you were pretty sure you could safely say that you did.
In return you earned a small pat on the head and a soft smile that reminded you of your older brother, as well as a present of your own. A small silver windchime attached to a (f/c) ribbon. It sawyed back and forth in the slight wind and rung out a beautiful melody, one you wouldnt forget anytime soon.
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You should have been nervous, echos ricocheted from the sound of your feet hitting the steps up to the entrance. You should have been terrified, with all you had gone through, with losing your family at a young age, to be entering this place. But you weren't. It was almost laughable, hysterical. You felt eerily calm, like when you first awoke in Mister Urokodakis house after your family was slaughtered and you were brought back from the brink of death.
The tips of your fingers ghosted over the scar that ran along your throat and you winced even though it had long since healed. As you ascended to the gates of the final examination of the demon slayer corps. You would finally quell the itch that was your constant crave for vengence.
For everything.
For what happened to you.
For what happened to your family.
For what happened to your friends.
It wasnt only that thought that calmed you though. The chimes that hung from your fox mask, the one that is suposed to ward off bad luck, as ironic as that sounded now, they sounded out through the air like they had done many a time before. They played the same tune they always did.
The tune they played when you first got them. The tune they played when you were at your lowest and when you decided your path in this life. It was always the same sound, the only thing that stayed consistent in this messed up box this world stuck you in. And it brought you back down to earth like it had done over and over repeatedly.
Only this time, hopefully, the path you wished to travel from the start, the path of vengence, for your family, would be wide open and finally ready for the taking.
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What mysterious past does Y/n have that we dont know about yet? 🤔
What situation did Amane Ubuyashiki find her in?
What happened to the people who treated her like she and they were blood related?
Come back for part 2 to find out🤗 (if i ever get around to making it that is)
#demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x y/n#sanemi shinazugawa#genya shinazugawa#giyuu tomioka#kimetsu no yaiba#kny x reader#kny sabito
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Delusional - Part 20
“Im sorry. Please could you say that again?” Delaney spoke softly almost as if any loud sound would wake her up from this dream. The doctor smiled. “Your pregnant. I’d estimate by the level of HGC in your blood, your about 8 weeks. Still very early but with all the stress recently, im not suprised you fainted. It’s your body’s way of saying slow down.” The doctor signed one last thing on Delaney’s chart, before ripping the paper and handing her it. “Here is a perscription for some Anti-sickness medication. This should help you sleep at night. No stressful situations please, you are still very early and the risk of miscarriage is very high still.Please take care of yourself, eat well, sleep lots and i will see you back here for your 12 week scan. Please make your appointment at the front desk as you leave. But in the mean time, anything that worries you, anything that doesnt feel right please do not hesitate to come back and see me.” And with that the doctor left the room in silence. No one could believe it. “A baby! A beautiful Grandbaby!” Gemma finally let the tears spill down her face as her lips settled in a wide smile. “Congratulations guys! Your gonna be the best parents.” Everyone started kissing Delaney on the cheeks and clapping Jax on the back as they made their way out of the room. Delaney turned to Jax once they were alone, “a baby.” she whispered as she choked back a sob. “Our baby.” Jax pulled her in to a tight hug, kissing her deeply. “ I cant believe it." She whispered as she held onto Jax tightly. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you or our family. This times gonna be different. I promise." Jax kissed her forehead as he helped her up from the bed. Delaney couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she looked up at the man she loved. "I love you." Jax Smiled at his fiance. “I love you too. Now lets go book this scan so we can see our boy.” Delaney laughed at him. “How do you know its not gonna be a girl?” Jax shrugged as he opened the door for her. “Just a feeling babe.” Delaney shook her head as they both started to make their way towards the nurses station. Both their faces dropped as Tara was also stood there filling in paperwork. Neither of them missed her eyes light up as they landed on Jax. Rolling her eyes, Delaney stepped forward, ignoring their convosation and gave her information to the Nurse so she could book her appointment. “Okay Miss Carter, What is the reason for your appointment?” The elderly nurse asked and Delaney couldnt help but talk loud enough for Tara to catch. “Its a 12 week Scan. We Just found out we’re expecting.” The nurse smiled kindly at her as she typed on the computer. “Congratulations!” Delaney smiled as she took the appointment card, turning back to where Jax and Tara stood. “Your having a baby?” Tara questioned looking at Jax, who was grinning at Delaney as she took her place under his arm. “Yeah. Abit unexpected but we’re excited.” Tara tried to smile but it was clear she was unhappy. “So marriage AND a baby? Thats a big committment. You sure you can handle all that jax?” Delaney’s face dropped at Tara’s questioning. “What are you trying to say?” Tara Smirked as she could clearly see she was getting under Her Skin. “Jax has commitment issues. Well to anyone other than me. Remember what you said to me that night Jax? You slept around after i left to try and feel something, But the only face you could see when you were inside someone was mine? How it was always me and you couldnt stand the thought of me going back to Chicago?” Delaney looked up at Jax, confusion clear on her face. Jax was glaring at Tara, but from how his cheeks tinged pink she knew he was embarrassed and hiding something. Fuck. She was played. He played her. Their happy bubble burst within the hour. It was never gonna be easy for them. They werent gonna get their happy ending.“Take me home.” She spoke quietly. No anger, no tears. And Jax had to admit that made him more worried.
They drove home in silence. Jax tried to talk to her but Delaney closed off. Completely. Her mind went on overdrive. Running through everything that happened these last few months. If she missed something. Did something wrong. When they pulled up to the house, Delaney wasted no time storming through the front door, Jax on her heels. Both of them Missing the rose petals on the porch. “Babe please. Talk to me. Let me explain.” Jax pleaded. Delaney dropped into one of the chairs around the kitchen table. “Explain what? You having sweet heartfelt chats with little TarTar? Nah no thankyou.” Jax shook his head as frustration filled him. “Fuck Sake, it wasnt like that. Baby please!” Delaney couldnt bear to look at him as tears filled her eyes. “I knew that all this the last few months was too good to be true. Us finally getting the chance to be together after everything with alex. The ATF on the clubs back, fuck my parents turning up. The baby.” Delaney choked back a sob. “Us being a family. Its just not gonna work. Especially with her in town and with your reluctance to let her go back to Chicago clearly shows theres something there for you. I told you previously i wasnt gonna stand in your way with her. I just wish you had been honest before. Before the engagement. Before the baby.” Delaney wiggled the engagement ring free from her finger, and just watching her take it off made Jax feel sick. “Baby no. Please its not like that. Just let me explain. I can fix it please.” Jax cried as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He did the only thing he could do. He begged. Begged to keep her. Begged to keep his family together. How could everything go so wrong so quickly? “I Just think we need some time. So much has happened so quickly. If you want to explore this thing with her. You can, i just cant be around to see it.” Jax cried as Delaney spoke. “No, i dont want her Laney. Please let me explain. Please. I’ll give you time if thats what you really want, ill stay at the clubhouse for the weekend. But i know what and who i want. Monday Morning ill be home to you. My fiance, mother of my child and the only person i love. Please baby.” Delaney captured his lips in her own. She kissed him like she’d never see him again. Like it was the last time. Because Part of her feared that despite what he said, Tara really was it for him. “I love you.” And with one last kiss, she disappeared down the hallway to their shared bedroom, and left a distraught Jaxon in the kitchen.
Jax didnt know how long he sat at the table for. It was dark outside and the house was silent. Delaney had gone to bed a while ago, Jax wanted nothing more than to comfort her as he heard her cry herself to sleep. But she wanted space and Jax had to respect that. He couldnt believe the nerve of Tara. To drop that on them, ruin their happy moment. Yes, Jax admitted it. He said those things. But she conveniently left out that that convosation was way way back when she first came back to charming. When seeing her for the first time completely fucked his head. Before he realised Delaney was the one. Her and Tara were complete opposites. Tara was his first love, but she was needy and unreliable. You couldnt count on her for fuck all because as soon as shit got hard little Tara packed her bags and ran away. Delaney, was strong. Always there no matter how fucked shit got. She didnt pry, regardless of the situation. She trusted him and trusted his judgement. And he loved her more than anything. Why couldnt shit be easy for them? Why couldnt they catch a fucking break? Thats it. He’d had enough. Grabbing the keys for his Harley Jax softly closed the door behind him, as to not wake delaney, and made his way to his bike. Within seconds he was racing away from their home back towards St Thomas.
#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy fanfiction#sons of anarchy imagine#jax teller imagine#Jax Teller x Female Reader#jax teller x reader#jax teller x oc
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sooo
-jay and little destiny left behind bonnie and jays siblings right after their father possibly died
-golbetty couldve eaten simon and he wouldve thanked her and had his wish to be with her forever granted but nope he gets to be PATHOLOGIZED! dont worry simon, your problem has a NAME and its CODEPENDENCY. phew, sure am glad that thorny, complicated topic gets wrapped up nice and neat! be sure to pick up a copy of "the body keeps the score" on the way out, simon. (no shame against that book but the things people assume after reading it are wild and labelling a relationship that has some small flaws as toxically codependent to the point of breakup is one of them)
-fionna gets to get told WHATS WHAT about how STUPID she is for wishing magic was real. just picket and play roller derby like a normal girl, its not like the world needs to REALLY change... changing it might risk what you have! and you APPRECIATE what you have, right fionna? need to watch your friends die some more so that you accept wage slavery america as the pinnacle of existence? you should be sorry for thinking it was so boring, thats not very self care of you fionna
-oh but cake gets to stay. because uhhh. idk. it would be fucked up to have a detransition narrative, i guess? and shes not a 20-something who needs to grow up. i guess we cant accidentally teach our audience to become stretchy cats, so its fine, its not teaching them anything bad! but fionna being magical, now THAT would send the wrong message
- every other couple gets to have romantic/imperfect/codependent moments-- gary sacrifices his WHOLE DREAM for marshall. but the writers know its not very 2023 of them to make the gays more problematic than just. having some psychosexual violence thrown in there for spice. but simon and betty? sorry you werent perfect and she dont want you no more
-any romance that ends with "i am willingly breaking it off with you even though we could be together" needs to work HARD for that to satisfy. golbetty couldve eaten simon and he wouldve thanked her. blowing him off into the world IS DISREGARDING HIS WISHES! it just feels like they imposed Recovery Aesthetic onto simon and fionna and were like see :) Happee Ending! dont look at all the loose threads, simon went to THERAPY! zoomers love when old men go to therapy, right?? simon and betty's issues werent wrestled hard, long, and to the ground enough on-screen to sell that she doesnt want him anymore and that that truly is the best ending she can bring with her ultimate power, it reads that golbetty truly did override betty's self and changed her into an unrecognizeable figure. its so stupid that adding a little bit of pathologizing therapy talk can make people say this was good.
and codependency IS pathologizing. how much dependency is healthy, at what point does it tip into being too toxic to save? that depends on which therapist youre talking to. humans are wired for connection, no amount of CBT and DBT will make you not mourn losing a connection, and the pain of that loss shouldnt be used as evidence that you should just be less attached. simon isnt a mind reader, and betty made her choices. you can call it a "fawn response" but that still implies that you think she was unfit for autonomy. if she really doesnt regret those choices, why doesnt she want to be with simon? that question is not answered well enough to leave it not feeling like a swerve for audience members who arent projecting their own codependent experiences onto betty. the text alone doesnt support it enough for that to ring true, not when they only actually delved into the topic for about 5-10 onscreen minutes. Not to mention the fact that the ending ends with a fucking montage where it looks like simon just turned happy and is living his dream of cheers sitcom life. is that really better than becoming one with your beloved crazy wife forever? is that actually more realistic, in the visceral emotional language that stories speak? is it a more satisfying ending, getting 80% there and then saying "actually this dramatic cool story has some Problematic Elements, I'm going home"?
i wish they gave her more lines. they couldve given her more lines, made simon talking at the audience into a real conversation, and they didnt. there were so many things they couldve done and it ended up at something just as toxic as whatever codependency they were railing against, the idea that the relationship we were shown was too toxic and flawed and that betty was clearly fawning for simon and not capable of making her own decisions while simon shouldve stepped up and fixed that for her. they want to play it like "we must go our separate ways" but there's no must. this is still a choice betty is making, to break up with simon for good, and that choice was always gonna be a hard sell but not even letting betty have more than a few lines about it? how do you expect to sell such a big emotional shift? therapy speak, apparently.
and they seriously played the "simon goes back to his life" card WITHOUT a marcy scene??? lazy heroes journey shit.
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15 People, 15 Questions
I was tagged by @thehiddenbaroness Thank you!!!
1. Are you named after anyone?
My first name no, but my middle name is from my great grandma on my mothers side. It means "light" which I like.
2. When was the last time you cried?
I had a stress cry at work two days ago lol, we had a no call no show and I was there 6 hours later than scheduled.
3. Do you have kids?
No and no thank you.
4. What sports do you play/have you played?
None unfortunately, I was homeschooled so team sports werent really a thing. I recently tried rock climbing and really liked it, and I really want to take dance classes of all sorts!
5. Do you use sarcasm?
I would never.
6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
I think i notice how people sound first, i like voices and I recently realized I have some aphantasia anyways, faces are hard for me. I think second I notice clothing, not in a snobby way but in a textile nerd way!
7. What’s your eye color?
Hazel.
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Both at the same time! I’m a big fan of movies like crimson peak (mostly for the costuming though).
9. Any talents?
I’m a decent singer and a pretty good cook and baker. I don’t know if I would say any of those are talents, but they’re things I've practiced a lot.
10. Where were you born?
in the state of Wisconsin, USA.
11. What are your hobbies?
Textile arts mostly! Crochet, knit, embroidery, Tunisian crochet, hand sewing. I’d love to pick up weaving, spinning, and quilting, but I have limited space. I do also like a good hike, usually with my dog. I play some video games, more now that I graduated, and I read almost everyday!
12. Do you have any pets?3! A dog a cat and a hamster :D I love them all, they keep life interesting.
13. How tall are you?
Five foot six on a good day, when I’m not slouching lol.
14. Favorite subject in school?
English I think, with science as a close second.
15. Dream job?I just graduated with my nursing degree and I think right now my dream is to get experience in that field. Eventually the dream is to work as a wound care nurse, but like part time? So I can have hobbies like, gardening and owning chickens, because I have always wanted chickens.
No pressure, those of you who I'm tagging! Just something to perhaps fill an idle few minutes. Sending all of you hugs, forehead kisses, and high-fives per your preference :P
@morwensnonsense @cosmiccoincidence @highempressofdirt @icameoutonthetardis @bitchterra @rainstorm-banshee @guppiesforsale @officialgleamstar @maryellencarter @callmebliss @mercedesdfu @kai-eats @omgpoindexter @bythebyandbithebi @curlyhairedbooklover @boldlyygo @fulgurite-and-petrichor
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Im back and come bearing Chris Haversam who, upon the first time playing through game got so sad that i couldnt have him as a companion. Like fr I just wanna get him therapy and give him a hug. Like literally my boy got bullied for like building machines more that learning how to shoot guns and got bullied for it and like… he really is such a sweet guy why cant he be buddies with the followers. Hes so goob-coded and sopping wet i just want him to be happy
Also wild implications for the boomers since he was from the same vault as them. Like, did we potentially meet someone that bullied him? How does he feel about Mother Pearl and the other boomers that werent his tormentors? Did he leave before the mass exodus to nellis or did he leave earlier? Aaaaaah so many questions!
Chris Haversham was done dirty by the narrative and stand by that. I actually love the ieda of him maybe hopefully someday joining the followers. at least he gets to be besties with Manny Vargas in Novac in his good ending (even tho manny vargas was cannonically kind of a shitty friend from what we see in game but shh its fine its fine there living the dream together) but like he's so pathetic he deserves the whole world. he really did just spend his whole life being lied to, tormented, and kicked around like that's so sad.
i never knew about or maybe just forgot about the whole him coming from the same vault as the Boomers thing but DAMN does that make him like so much more pathetic and tragic. He's such a sickly sopping wet mess of a man. I want to wrap him up in a blanket and give him a hug and some hot soup.
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I'm back :)
(sorry if this is worded weirdly and doesnt make lots of sense, i'm kind of dizzy and nervous ) heyyy guys, so i literally left for like months and i dont know if anyone really noticed or something but i just wanna come here and give an update on my situation.
The reason i wasn't for all this time is cause i got kidnapped, it lasted for about a month and it was both me and my mom, i know this sounds fake and all but it like actually happen and even to this day i can't believe it happen.
The reason this even happen was cause i lived in a very very dangerous area and i even got warned to move out months prior but my parents decided to stay cause we had a really good house for a low price (i know it sounds like a lame excuse to stay, i thought so too but my mom insisted cause she said it was her dream home). It was thankfully only for ransom and even now i don't know how much said ransom was cause my dad never told me, i guess he didn't want me to worry but all that i know is that it was a lot.
It went better then i expected cause the kidnappers were surprisingly nice and gentle but that still doesn't excuse what they did but i'm happy i at least got lucky in that aspect, they fed us and gave us water but it was still a pretty small amount so we were really dehydrated and didn't feel well most of the time.
The day we got released was probably the best day of my life, i still feel like crying whenever i remember how it felt hugging my dad again after i thought i'd never see him again, or how everyone looked so happy to have us (me and my mom) back. I'm obviously not saying every single thing that happen as it was a very traumatic experience but also cause i don't want people i know to recognize me but what i'm saying is basically the summary of what happen, it was really rough and scary and there were so many times i though that this was the end for me but at the end i made it and i'm feeling better then ever, i haven't gotten therapy yet (still waiting for it, mom said she'll put me in therapy soon) so i still struggle with ptsd but over time its honestly gotten better and its way better then when i first got released cuz during that period it was so bad that every time i heard a slightly loud noise i panicked and thought i wanna get kidnapped again, yeah it was really rough but i always felt to scared to tell anyone cuz it felt embarrassing to tell people that, like i felt like they'd think i was weak yk?.
Its been a good amount of time since that happen now but i never came back to my account cause i wanted a break, but i finally felt ready to come out about it now. I honestly never thought i was important enough to even be a victim of something like this tbh so it was such a surprise for me, also something thats really crazy but like literally MINUTES before i got kidnapped i actually came here and i made a whole post saying i was scared cuz my parents werent safe (my grandma told me they were in trouble but i didn't get that she meant that my mom got taken and my stepdad was in trouble) but i never posted it cause my grandma interrupted me so i just saved it to drafts and like 5 minutes later while i was just sitting in my room waiting to get picked up, we heard someone coming up the stairs and then i got taken, i'm not gonna post it cause when i made that draft there was too much information on me and my family and where live and just allot of private stuff i can't post here but maybe I'll take a screenshot and like blur out something so you can see a little bit of it cause its just that crazy but just let me know if you want me to post it and don't be afraid to ask cause i really don't mind doing that and blurring the important stuff out.
Its crazy cuz if i had posted that, you guys wouldve probably known about my situation like days after it happen. This was super long and probably didn't make lots of sense lol sorry i'm just really nervous and don't really know what to say also i'm sorry if i said crazy to many times i js realized i like overused it.
I just wanna clarify that i'm doing better now and i also don't know if i'm gonna immediately gonna start posting again but i want abandon my account cuz i love this account so much so im gonna still stick with it. I love you guys so much and stay safe <333
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💍Engagement Night💖
I have been waiting to post this artwork for a very long time cause I wanted it to be perfect and love the story behind our proposal.
We got to the marriage subject cause one of the guys made a joke about it. When it was just the two of us, I honestly told Yus it wasnt really something I dreamed off to do. I kinda made it clear marriage wasnt for me but didnt want to tell him my reasons. Yusei figured eventually by clicking one and one when I dont bring up my parents much. I told him the truth about why I dont like weddings. My parents had an unhappy marriage and even worst divorce. Heck I dont even know why they agreed to get married in the first place but it made me dislike the whole wedding concept.
Yusei said he never could imagine even a happy stable relationship without worrying if the other wouldnt leave him first (dead, betrayed, leaving the city forever). And marriage, the same page, didnt saw himself as marriage material too. People of Sattelite werent even allowed to marry so who wanted scum like him to love a life time.
Our relationship grow and the years passed by. It became stronger and we never felt so comfortable and save than to be with each other. After two years there was a moment in our lifes that changed us both and Yusei came suddenly with an own made ring with blue stone stickers on it and presented as a promise ring, we called a partnership. And I made one too from scraps and crafts so he knew I feel the same way about it. So we started to wear promise rings and after four years, we got our own house together.
I try not to drop spoilers but lets say Yusei felt alone and yet he got reminded someone always came home to him at the end of the day. Living together did him so well and the idea of having an own house with a backyard and garage and just a new chapter in his life thats about to start. He never could dream there was someone willing to spend the rest of their life with him and he cherish every day this someone goes to sleep and wakes byside him.
He wanted to place the bolt ring for the real thing and it was quite the time since he knew while I love the ring, it wasnt a real ring and deserved a real one. The real deal.
I was really worried about the house since I am not from Neo Domino City and what if we didnt work out at the end and I had to go back to my own country.
Yusei assured me its never gonna happen and we are not like my folks. As long as we talk to each other and give the space we need from time to time, everything will be alright.
After we got the keys, Yusei said out of the blue What if you will be named Fudo too. It shocked me how sure he said that, his face expression didnt change. He was really serious about it, like he was preparing me mentally and pulsed if he should go through with his plan.
I was really quiet about it as after a while, I only smiled at him and told him I loved him and that will never change. Then I gave a very long kiss on his cheek.
He didnt need to know more then this was a hint that I was ready. It was like he already asked the question but without the actual words. And my sensitive emotional ass (typical cancer lol) got me in tears as I assured him it was just a very sweet thing what he did.
The first night we would spend at our home was the same night he proposed. Yusei wanted to come to our home as family, as future husband and wife.
He took me for dinner and boy we didnt eat much. I may even was tired from work to notice he was nervous and couldnt think why he wanted to go out after we could have dinner at our own place for the first time.
He proposed at the Neo Domino City Point View close to his former place. It has the best view to see the whole sky and all the stars in it. Also it was the same place we catched a shooting star together and even started to feel a spark between us.
There were fairy lights around the rails and just watched the starry sky. Bringing up memories and getting deeper how much we have been through together. The deeper we got, the closer we holded each other. Suddenly there was a long silence and how I never could think I would be here and spending the rest of my life living here with him.
He whispered to me that I was his home, his future and couldnt imagine he would spend the rest of his life with someone else than me. He let me go but holded my hand as he went on one knee. After some sweet lines, he asked me. The way he asked was more like a promise than a proposal. Without knowing the real intentions, I said yes. As he wanted to put the ring on the finger, he realized he forgot to put out the box out of his jacket.
We laughed at this moment. He called out I even said yes without a ring. For me to reply confused “Saying yes without a ring?”
As he then showed the box and showed the ring inside. Saying he is asking the real deal, it is a real proposal. Causing me to been overwhelmed and crying.
He asked me again, but this time he did it in Dutch. It was so fluent, it got me so off guard. For me to answer Yes! In dutch, Japanese and English. A thousand times.
#✨blazing arts#selfship art#self ship art#self ship#selfshipping#✨spaceshipping#self ship community#💍july 2nd 2023#💍leather wedding
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01.05.24 - 12:08 pm
“i hope you end up happy”
“i’ll meet you where we began”
“maybe we were meant to break”
“i almost had you, didnt i?”
“and suddenly, we were strangers again”
“i guess i needed you more”
“i felt too much, he didnt”
“we're all trying to forget someone”
“forever ended too quickly for us”
“im afraid im easy to forget”
“why does emptiness feel so heavy?”
“finding you was like finding home”
“nothing mattered, but somehow you did”
“i love you, you love her”
“we were, and then we werent”
“i was dead for a minute”
“your fingerprints still havent washed off”
“how can emptiness feel so heavy?”
“and things, as things do, changed”
“you deserved better, so i left”
“she tasted like adventure and heartbreak”
“id be his, if he asked”
“we both knew i wasnt enough”
“i died the day you left”
“and thats just how they ended”
“ive been strong for too long”
“like rain, i fell for you”
“they say time heals, they lied”
“we havent talked since that day”
“never thought that this would happen”
“i was born, but never lived”
“you were too good for me”
“i willingly gave my last breathe”
“dont miss me, you chose this”
“but they arent his brown eyes”
“walking in wasteland, dreaming of wonderland”
“once, you were everything i wanted”
“who i am comes in waves”
“i miss how you wanted me”
“but he chose to walk away”
“no person could save me now”
“even in silence there is chaos”
“you mean/t the world to me”
“i guess we will never know”
“he deserved happiness, so i left”
“i almost couldve made him stay”
“i walked away to save myself”
“ive seen forever in brown eyes”
“nothing was more tragic than us”
“so they had to part ways”
“sad thing is, he couldve changed”
“he shouldve loved her back then”
“maybe someday we will meet again”
“we were so close to love”
“it might have been worth it”
“suddenly, she felt nothing at all”
“we become what we think about”
“i never wanted you to leave”
“i was right to overthink everything”
“its fine, i hope you heal”
“so much time wasted without love”
“you were everything i ever wanted”
“was i that hard to love?”
“tell your mom i said hi”
“all stories come to an end”
“she no longer believed his words”
“make sure you treat her right”
“she was the love he lost”
“and he still talks about her”
“she never forgot what he did”
“but wasnt she just so beautiful?”
“dont die until youre actually dead”
“like cherry blossoms, she fell too”
“her love will forever haunt him”
“her voice rang like a symphony” “how could silence be so violent?”
- S.H. // 6 word stories (via 2amthoughts)
#things ive never said#2amthoughts#heartbreak#love#unrequited love#heartache#moving forward#personal thoughts#mental health#epilogue#betrayal#pain#poetry#personal#2024#spilled ink#writing#writers on tumblr#original post#words#original#literature#tumblr#aesthetic#poets on tumblr#I wrote this#for you#sakura#sakura hayashi#hayashi
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Hello, I hope this isn't too random/ rude, but I have a question. What's it like to be an illustrator without studying illustration in university? Do you think it's an obstacle or does it not matter at all? Do you wish you had studied it in school? I've been thinking about my future a lot and it's so difficult to find information about this field. Anyway I love your illustration work! I'd be happy to get any answer you wanna give me
It is not random or rude no worries, I'm happy to reply. (tho expect typos because english is not my first language and it's the end of the work day and i'm too tired to re read what i write)
Just a little context, the things I will say here are about my own experience as a woman that was born and raised in Chile, south america and born into a low income family.
So short answer is: it doesn't matter at all. You can have whatever profession and become and illustrator.
Longer answer: You must be strategic and be really passionate because there are a lot of things to be learned and sacrifices to be made to make things happen.
Hell, I haven't even "made it" myself yet, I am just at a more advanced point but I'm not like super economically comfortable or even known in the illustration community.
Anyways, I decided to study strategic design because i knew my context and i knew i needed a degree to be "someone" and advance in my life, however i'm also very stubborn and i'm the type of person who will follow her dreams and do whatever she wants! so it should be something that would give me tools for both my dreams and life itself (jobs and such)
If you're from a first world country you probably have the option to go to schools of animation or illustration that are pretty good and can get you faster on the industries you're interested. That was my dream to be honest i wanted to study animation, but here there aren't many (or any) really good schools that teach contemporary or entertaiment arts, it's all very old and around the "bellas artes" kind of thing. That wasn't my thing so if I'm going to get into debt to study I thought, hey at least design will give me tools that can help me read my goals and also get to know interesting people. so that's what i chose.
BUT in design you don't draw at all, I knew it, and I knew what my end goal was: being an illustrator. So from day one in university I was always trying to draw and put in illustrations into my projects. most of my teachers hated that i did that but i did it anyways. others were super cool about it and supported me, you just have to know why you do things and not care that much lol
I said something the other day on twitter (i'll add that at the end of this) that applies to this because in the end i knew i needed certain things to be "successful" or even getting into the scene:
I needed to be REALLY good at drawing, like having your style, something to say, having a wide range of habilities that would make people ccome to me when they wanted to say their stories
I needed to be very disciplined because i must find spaces when i'm not studying or working and drawing (for this, always drawing things you like is key lol)
i needed to be proactive and create my own projects and go to conventions and get past my anxiety and not having a mentor or guide.
network, this is the hardest for me but i realized networking didnt need to be a souless thing, in my case it just meant i tried my best to get to know my peers and other artists and be friendly even if we werent FRIENDS, if we're friendly and cool enough we will recommend each other for jobs.
YEAH so to do naother short answer: Yeah i wished i had had the opportunity to go to a cool school like calarts or gobelins etcetc but that wasnt my reality so no i do not regret my choice because it was the best in the context i was in, i wouldnt worry too much about it either because in the end even you've a degree but suckass at drawing or you're just not someone who knows what they need you to know you won't get hired.
and yes it is difficult, but i don't think anyone expects illustration and arts to be an easy career, i've had my breakdowns (manyyyy) and it's ok to do other things and expand your possibilities but it's also what i'm passionate and it has made me live things i wouldnt otherwise so no ragrets.
just be proactive, draw a lot, draw more, learn things that are useful for the specific field you're interested in (i'd say that choosing something to be your main focus helps, like children books story boarding etc, so you can create a good portfolio) and get in touch with people who work in these things you're interested, make friends, learn from them...
yeah! and good luck, it's all about that shonen protagonist mentality, never give up!!!
i hope this helps i know i'm a mess when writing these replies lol
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the reblogs werent working on the original post but i wanted to do it anyways so thanks for the tag @kaleidoskuls <333
are you named after anyone? yes i was named after my mothers best friend who died a few months before i was born
2. when was the last time you cried? like two days ago
3. do you have kids? nope
4. do you use sarcasm a lot? all the time :)
5. whats the first thing you notice about people? i have no idea
6. whats your eye color? um im just gonna go with grey cause thats the safest option
7. scary movies or happy endings? have to agree with remi on this one both is good
8. any special talents? i can sing i guess
9. where were you born? phoenix
10. what are your hobbies? reading, writing, tumblring, listening to music, messing with my younger brother
11. do you have many pets? too many to count
12. what sports do you play/have you played? i did swim team for a summer and taekwondo for a few years but im not doing anything currently
13. how tall are you? like 5'0 or something idrk
14. favorite subject at school? english ig or drama
15. dream job? author or director or something like that
pressureless tags @runwiththerain @ronanticized @darkcoffeesoul @significant-ace-nnoyance @what-ho-christopher-put-in @paladin-n-cleric
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They really should, they'll be in our dms like I'd do this and this and this instead of that, and it's just like wow guess it's a good thing I'm not you and did it how I wanted. Like for a while I had a phase where every single one of my fics ended in death, and I'd have people be all "It would have been so easy to just have it go like this instead" and I'd just be like "Nah, death more fun" like why have happy ending when I can make you suffer instead. I hated request like that, I would have people go as far as explain the oc, their height and weight and age and name and hair and eye color and the idol for the fic, but specifically what era the idol is in, and the plot and all the plot twist, and it's just like by the time you've sent me 20 ask explaining everything you wanted in the story, you basically wrote it yourself and could have just posted that instead of asking me.
I was just lucky that most of my mutuals were not really bad or out of pocket and it wasn't like some I saw, like I remember seeing like 15 year olds with like 35 year old mutuals that would say such out of pocket things, like things that would make me literally go honey that's not a normal thing to tell a minor, like miss maam you are 40 you should not be in this 16 year olds business like that. tbh same, like I feel they absolutely knew his age, just ignored it and hoped they would not get called out about it, like it gives me the same energy as people writing smut about Jisung when Dream debuted do, the only difference is Jisung was like a baby baby, bro was like 13 and they would be all oh he looks older, like no the fuck he doesn't, bruh looks like an infant, was literally just birthed. I feel like it's a mixed bag, some older fandoms were chill and some were not, some still aren't, and some fandoms are just chill since they are basically dead.
THATS EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT!!!!! they go on full ass rants in OUR inbox talking about how WE should do smth like girl 💀 bffr and go do it yourself, i promise its not that hard you literally started it now finish it and leave me the fuck alone. some readers are so entitled it's so frustrating (im so grateful all of you guys arent like this at all like i love you so much)
and pls some older stans are so scary sometimes bc ive witnessed similar things and it creeped me out sm im literally scared to turn out the same way so im super duoer careful with the way i hmbehave around younger stans 😭 and dont get me started on nct dream bc that was a MESSSSSS. i remember eriting for 00liners in 2019 (mind you they were all adukts at that time PLUS i'm lit a 00liner myself) and i always had to write warnings like ppl werent out there writing smut for jisung when he was 17 💀 seeing it all happen with riki is so sas but im afraid there's not much one can do yk? i just block them and keep it going bc again, there's no point in dealing with people like that imo
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