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Super fluffy Ethan Winters x reader headcanons
Notes: this was written in one of my 10 min "i love ethan winters" episodes, more written for me than anyone else, also happy new year
Warnings: established relationship, pure fluff, maybe too much fluff, obsessed bf
Ethan would like nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you
Despite the fact that you've been together for a while now he still looks at you like he's experiencing love at first sight over and over again
Celebrates full and half anniversaries of things that aren't even important
"It's the half year anniversary of when you agreed to move in with me!"
".....That's why you got me flowers???"
Loves to see you passionate about things you like
Will listen intently when you talk about literally anything
If you hate someone, he automatically hates them too
Loves doing lovely-dovey, cringey couple things with you
Travelling, cooking and baking together, date night, movie night- just living out his dream romance story with the love of his life
He's an amazing cook i just know it
Makes you breakfast every day
And dinner, if you guys aren't doing out to eat
"How was work today?", you manage to ask before Ethan kisses you hello. "Good, but I couldn't stop thinking about you", he says with a small smile. "Ugh you say that everytime I ask about work...", you say with sarcastic annoyance. "Well it's true" a stupid love-struck grin now creeping onto his face.
His heart just about explodes when ever you do something for him
It could be the smallest thing
Bring him tea or soup when he's sick, tug the blanket up more and kiss his forehead -his body temp gets twice as hot with the way he's blushing
Of course he's very careful driving with you in the car but it is kinda hard to keep his eyes on the road when you're sitting next to him, looking so perfect
Sometimes you catch him casually humming that wedding tune (you know what i mean right)
At least like 70% of the pictures on his phone of you, plus a ton of screenshots of things to buy for you
He could be having a horrible day but seeing you automatically makes him feel better, and any sappy shows of affection from you make his whole week
Cuddling up to you is something he always looks forward to at the end of the each day
Staring into each other's eyes, holding your hand, running his fingers across your face, pressing gentle kisses to your skin and being as close as possible
At this point he has trouble going to sleep without hearing your voice, feeling your touch
Leaves you little notes, informative or just reminders of his love. Sometimes you'll write your response on them and leave them up for him to see later (he totally keeps all the notes you've replied to)
Hugs from behind, giving and receiving
His love for you never stopped growing. At this point it's hard to function without being in some sort of contact with you
He would not be able to handle fighting with you, let alone a break-up (not something you should even joke about, he'll cry)
Loves petnames beginning with "my". Cause that's right, he is yours, completely and utterly.
After one of your friends/acquaintances rather rudely joined the cafe date you and Ethan were on, Ethan's been in an awfully salty mood. Your hand holding his is likely the only thing keeping him from going off on the girl.
All the while she's going on and on about how perfect your relationship is and how unbelievable it is that she "hasn't found the perfect man yet".
"Of course you haven't met the perfect man," you lean in slightly, "I already have him".
Well, that certainly bettered Ethan's mood tenfold. He can only chuckle awkwardly as his face heats up and the corners of his mouth tug upwards. He doesn't say anything as you two continue talking, but you can't help but notice how his grip on your hand tightens, and how his other hand goes to encase it completely, gently toying with your rings with that lovesick look on his face.
#ethan winters x reader#resident evil fluff#ethan winters fluff#this is more for me than anyone else#resident evil x reader
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MC who finds Sebek to be really annoying and decides to go out of their way to terrorize him any chance they get.
At first everyone just finds it to be really weird. Especially because you have no problem stopping a conversation to run off and chase the fae, most likely mocking him as you do so. Eventually though, it just becomes normal. Everyone expects you to run after the loudmouth whenever he walks into a room. They expect you to talk his ear off and mimic him, because you've made it a daily occurrence.
Most don't know why you do it, but they don't really care all too much. His reactions are funny, and admittedly many of them do like the panic that briefly flashes across his face when you suddenly bolt at him. It's a case of someone getting a taste of their own medicine, which is exactly how you view it. Whilst Sebek can be nice, he is also a huge asshole when he wants to be. Especially when it comes to Malleus, who has been a very dear friend to you every since you arrived. That's why the implication that you might actually hurt him feels so offensive, and why you have no problem following Sebek around, copying his movements, or straight up using his own lines against him in between classes.
Malleus especially finds it funny, and eventually, Sebek will too.
But please stop stealing pieces of his dorm uniform and lecturing his dorm mates he really can't handle this stress.
#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#i really cant stand sebek#i would mock him all the time#this is more for me than anyone else#twisted wonderland x reader#sebek
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#this is more for me than anyone else#sorry mr hi im chris that you have to be a part of this youre a cool guy <3#mw
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doing an experiment will report back with results
#this is a good thing btw#my friend gave my their old binder (!!!!!!!) and i am seeing if i can play the baritone (brass instrument) wearing it#obviously this will be subjective but who cares i#this is more for me than anyone else
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Why do you love me?
❖ A/N: I lied this will be my last fic for a while
❖ Warnings: idk if this makes any sense I was just writing anything tbh. Not much description so I guess this is like a Drabble? Idk. I didn’t really proof read either sooo
❖ Context: imagine you’re in a living room. I’m too lazy to describe the setting and other shit.
“Shiggy?”
“Yes baby.”
“What drew you to me? Like what told you that I was the ‘one’ for you?”
He paused for a second. Mauling over the thought. Honestly he could say a million things. But he’ll just settle for one.
“The way you interact with other’s” he stopped for a brief moment collecting his thought for the next sentence. “It’s the way you treat others with a sense of kindness. You’re strangely aware and make sure you think before you speak. When I see you talk to strangers it’s not with a sense of distance or indifference but instead with understanding. Almost like you know everything about them. What makes them tick or emotional. You make sure they’re comfortable even though you don’t have to. You act like someone’s old friend and you’re playing catch up. You’re just innately kind to others and it makes me feel good.”
You looked at him with curiosity. “Why?”
“Because you give anyone a chance. A chance to be themselves. You show people basic human decency and that stuff’s rare nowadays.” He chuckles a bit in disbelief. “But that just makes me feel all the more special. Because that kindness you distribute to others is not the same as the kindness you inflict upon me. It feels different. Feels —good…”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m glad you chose me. When you talk to me it’s different. Not entirely different from how you you treat others. It’s a distinct difference but I notice it. You chose to show me that same kindness without even knowing me and it baffled me. As a slowly got to know you I thought it was because you just saw me as the others. Just a friend. But no, you love everyone. It made me annoyed at first. Thinking I’ll have to share you with the world. But then I thought, ‘wow, to love someone so positive actually feels good’, the way you spread your love to others is outstanding. You never make someone feel bad because you’re having a bad day. You’re just that much of a fucking good person. I appreciate the fact that you chose to be kind to everyone including me. You actually believe people deserves second chances. I’m just glad you gave me a chance.”
You were bawling your eyes out. You didn’t realize how attentive he was to your interactions outside of your relationship. “Aww, Tomu come here.” You start to crawl over to him on your knees, rubbing against the soft carpet, arms outstretched with hands constantly grasping for human touch. He immediately divulges in your neediness and gives you a big hug. Rocking you back and forth in a tight squeeze.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too Angel.”
#reader insert#y/n#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x y/n#bnha tomura#shigaraki drabble#this is more for me than anyone else
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Sometimes I care too much about fictional characters and stories. That's no good.
I'm not saying you shouldn't worry about them. But not to the point where that impact on your life is negative. This world is not real. It shouldn't have that power over you or your life.
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I wanted to make something to summarize my life over the past year. This was my 2022.
#my doodles#personal stuff#this is more for me than anyone else#a drawing was more fun than a journal entry#2022
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How do you ever expect to move forward without taking any steps to do so?
How do you ever expect to create something new without risking something in exchange?
How do you ever expect to transform as a person without preparing for the possibility of profound harm and loss?
We, each of us, stand at a crossroads. The choice to move forward is entirely within our power. The choice to try for something different is ours to make, and ours alone.
Fear is an intrinsic part of that process. At the edge of change is always fear. Yet even this, the most primal of instincts, cannot stop those who are truly determined.
Feel the fear. Do it anyway.
Sincerely, someone who may very well lose the best thing that's ever happened to them.
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gooooooood morning, hallownest! i'm here, queer, and ready to spend all my brain cells on bugs and bug accessories.
on the ol' todo list today is a lot of hollow hunter stuff. gotta figure out where to start with health for monsters, what's reasonable and whatnot. after i get that figured out then i can start making stat blocks en masse. i'll get the weapon typings all figured out too, then start on the new status effects.
for scarlet remnant, i gotta finish making the first map of the hill. start adding corpses like sprinkles on a cupcake. yknow, for *aesthetic*. i have to confirm the party for the online campaign, and book a physical room for this week's live session on Friday. Oh, and I should make more backup characters for people who want to drop in and play mid-campaign.
i should probably finish up the stat sheets for the npcs and traders present in the hill too. do up some loot tables for enemies as well.
i kinda want to do some lifesource homebrew too to use as a base for hollow hunter. I need to get the void canisters statted so i can use them as a base for weapons that use combustion like gunlances, bowguns, cannons, and the accel axe. might end up making a new path, idk :/
anyways yes big day big plans. all being well, this'll get done sooner rather than later lol
#this is more for me than anyone else#hkrpg#hollow knight#hk#campaign: hollow hunter#campaign: the scarlet remnant#campaign: lifeblood
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For the past few months, I've felt so disconnected from myself and from who I am, it's been messing with my mental health a lot.
Also, if you and I used to talk/interact regularly, I miss you so much 😢
#personal#this is more for me than anyone else#just kinda felt the need to share my struggles publicly#not sure why; i guess i feel it might make me feel a little less burdened to tell someone even if it's just the void of tumblr
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Sorry but Kabru is so fascinating to me as a character, in a pure mechanical sense, because of what Ryoko Kui does with him. Everything about him is a red herring. He's deliberately introduced as some kind of rival for Laios, a party leader who is hopeless against monsters but absolutely brilliant with people both in and out of combat, and who has good reason to oppose him.
By the end of chapter 31, you might even think Kabru's going to end up as some sort of anti-villain, an antagonist with the best of intentions who nevertheless tries to foil our hero's plans. He wants to defeat the Mad Mage himself, he suspects Laios of being too irresponsible to be trusted with control of the dungeon, and his crew even thinks that Laios's party stole from them (and they're kind of right!). All signs point towards an inevitable showdown.
And then ... none of that happens.
Confrontation over the stolen treasure? Kabru is literally too smart to fall for the classic miscommunication trope and correctly decides it's not worth making a big deal of.
Kabru's deadly PVP skills? Aside from trying to take down Falin, he never fights another human again.
Wanting to be the one who defeats the dungeon? Turns out he was only doing that because he didn't think any other adventurer would have people's best interests at heart, and he's more than willing to play a support role in the whole affair.
Thinking Laios is up to no good? He really did just want to get to know the guy more. He has his misgivings, but ultimately ends up trusting Laios with his life.
Is Kabru going to get some sort of comeuppance for hating monsters and not appreciating their ecosystem? Well no, he has good reasons for hating monsters. He ends up wanting to learn about them through Laios's eyes, but he's never forced into any "Wow, guess I was wrong about them!" revelation.
Hell, even his implied ladykiller ways, which might lead you to think he'll end up being the stock "chivalrous lech" type of character, don't really manifest. He has a lot of opportunities to act flirtatiously around women, but doesn't. He's just a guy whose natural charisma makes him into human catnip.
And that's all hysterical to me, to pull it off. It's a fascinating way to tell a story. To introduce a character explicitly as a rival, potentially even a villain, and instead make them a deuteragonist. It's like a magician making a coin disappear, then slowing down their trick to show you the misdirection. "Did you see what I did there?" they ask with a wink. "The coin was in my other hand the entire time."
#Dungeon Meshi#Kabru#Dungeon Meshi spoilers#I will say that for the people who come out of the manga still thinking that Kabru hates Laios or that he's a bad guy in any way:#you were so busy staring at the hand where the coin disappeared that you ignored the magician explaining the trick#and yes I do think that Kabru and Marcille are the deuteragonists to Laios's protagonist#we see more of Kabru's interiority than anyone else. if you don't think he's a main character? idk. see me after class.#musings with Dea
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I was talking to my mom earlier, and we somehow got into the topic of my grandmother (her mother) and how she's grown stubborn and refused to go to the doctor for certain things. We then got into the topic of her grandmother (my great grandmother and her mother's mother) and how at the end of her life she allowed my grandmother to take care of her and why she won't allow us to do the same with her (my grandmother is currently fine, just some minor illness that she doesn't want to go to the doctor for, but she's still spritely for her age as she's nearing 90). She said something at the end of the conversation that stuck with me, but in order to understand why I'm going to go on a slight rant and tell you about my great grandmother.
Now my great grandmother wasn't a good person, objectively speaking, in regards to my grandmother. She made my grandmother, as well as her other girl children, drop out of school meaning my grandmother only had up to a third grade education, citing that the bible would not allow my grandmother to wear shorts/pants because it was wrong and my grandmother could only wear skirts since she was not a man. (We have since changed religions but I think we were baptist or some form of the same type of religion which I can't remember because outside from this story she doesn't really like to talk about it) I can't remember the full story but basically my grandmother needed to wear pants for some sort of outdoor activity for a grade and if she didn't she was going to be held back a year. (mind you they lived in Mexico and I could be remembering the story wrong since it's been a while since I've heard the story)
Now, this happened two school years in a row and instead of being in the third grade a third time my great grandmother dropped out and helped my great grandmother around the house. As the oldest daughter she was delegated a lot more tasks than her siblings and even helped raised her five other siblings. I must also remind you my grandmother lived in poverty, but even in poverty my great grandmother was also a sort of an almond mom and wouldn't allow my grandmother to eat too much to gain weight so she could find a husband, emotionally berated her, tied her to a chair until she had perfect posture, and probably did other things my grandmother never told me.
During this time she met my grandfather, who funny enough was only going to church because she saw my grandmother was, dated for a while and then got married. (this is a whole separate story on its own because it sounds both funny and weird at the same time from the bits and pieces my grandmother had shared) Anyway they move away and converted to catholicism (honestly I think this was the least extreme one she knew at the time and didn't know what other religion to change to) due to the fact that she had two daughters, one of them being my mom and she had lost two daughters because my great grandmother didn't believe she should go to the hospital for the birth and had complications resulting in the twin's still birth and her almost dying. So all of this coupled into them emigrating to the united states to get away from her, but being the eldest daughter guilt never leaves you and she still took care of her, crossing the border almost daily and taking care of her as much as she could.
Fast forward fifteen-ish years from when they moved to the united states (a lot of things happened during this time that aren't too important for this story) and me, my cousin, and my brother are born and are taken to go see her. She was 90 some years old and she was decrepit, or at least that's how I remember her. I remember my mom specifically put me in dresses whenever we would see her, because even though we didn't practice her religion, seeing me in any types of pants would have pissed her off and she wouldn't be able to stand seeing us for a long period of time. She died shortly after, I think I was five or six at the time. (Her funeral could also be a story in its own)
Now back to the original conversation with my mother, we start talking about how I think my grandmother wouldn't like me on account that I'm agnostic, wear almost exclusively pants to work, have short hair, have tattoos, and I'm pretty sure the media I consume would put her in a grave if she wasn't already there. My mother pauses and says, "Jupiter, no she wouldn't. I think she would be proud of what you have accomplished." Mind you she knows these details too, but even through my own faults my mother loves me and is proud of everything I have done to the point that she thinks every good thing I've done would somehow weather down the hatred of my great grandmother and she would also be proud of me.
After I hung up I kept thinking about it, because even though me and mother have had our ups and down, arguments that seem petty in hindsight, it made me realize that she really is proud of me and cannot really fathom someone not being proud of me or even hating me for it. I may have cried a little bit because of this.
#long post#mother daughter relationship#conversations#thoughts#growing up#I'm sorry for the long post but I needed to express this some way#my rants#this is more for me than anyone else
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I’ve always been able to tell when people like me, I can feel that slight frisson, the electric sparks, the air heavy with the potential of a kiss. But I can also tell when someone is pulling away, that slight shift, the knowledge that maybe they have already left, that the last hug wasn’t a ‘see you later’, it was ‘goodbye’.
That’s how it feels now, since Thursday in fact. Maybe you don’t want to admit it, but it doesn’t make it any less true. You are breaking my heart and I never even got to say ‘I love you’
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My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness Chapter 2
Song: Ten Mysterious Photos That Can’t Be Explained (it’s been on repeat for 55 minutes)
- I haven’t allowed myself to read in a while. My brain is on this horrible kick of “I don’t have enough time to do anything I like!” and I feel guilty doing things I like to do if they’re not school, but whenever I sit down to actually do school I cannot do it. At like 11:30 (pm) I decided I wanted to read right now. I didn’t think about it so I couldn’t guilt myself into not doing it. Idk it worked.
- I’m a little uncomfortable. I’ve decided that I’m going to try my best to not judge people for being honest about their experience. She’s trusted me with this specific piece of information and any more than that is not my business. (this is in reference to her somewhat Freudian thoughts. I dunk every word I say in a vat of vague-juice in order to prevent discomfort; bad habit)
I’ve been very lucky that my parents have always been nice to me. I receive praise from them. I know they care about me, and would even if i was slightly less competent. I have been a failure before. One of my parents saw me as a failure even at the beginning of last year (When I was the happiest I have ever been in my life. Agoraphobic, sure, but happier). But I've never had Nagata’s experience.
I was never denied affection. I don’t know what that’s like. I don’t want to talk about sex. It’s a thing that is totally irrelevant to my life so far. I don’t care to talk about it. I don’t have that experience either so it’s pointless to get hung up on it.
I have in the past three years wanted more than anything to have someone to hold. I don’t like to be held by anyone for the most part. Idk why but it makes me very nervous most of the time. I really want to hug other people though. I can half relate to that.
- The gender thing is funny. She basically said she didn’t want to date men because it would connect her to womanhood which wasn’t something she wanted. I found this interesting because I realized I wasn’t very cis when I started taking a dance class in a group of only cis girls. Sometimes we would talk and I noticed that I related to none of these people, even though we grew up similarly. I’m too tired to articulate this further. But this has something to do with what she said i guess.
I’m starting to realize the timeline of my life in my head doesn’t really make sense. Maybe I used the repeated dance class thing as proof that I wasn’t making up my gender stuff but that’s neither here nor there.
-”He sure is naked” valid dude
#book-blogging#this is a blog after all#so i'll blog#gamerwithaheartofgold#this is more for me than anyone else
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