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youryanderedaddy · 13 days

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When The Flood Comes

tw: female reader, cannibalism, starvation, murder (not reader), religious imagery, hinted past sexual assault, imprisonment, hinted jealousy, slut shaming, dark!Cassian, disturbing descriptions

You used to love Easter as a child. It was the only time your mother would spare money on something as non - essential as chocolate or food dye. She would take a short break from her needlework, or whatever sewing project she had going on, and she would sit down to paint a few eggs with you, barely a carton, with whatever charge her client had left the day before. The first egg was always as red as blood, and she would rub a small cross across your forehead while the paint was still warm. For luck, she would say - and may the year ahead be fruitful.

These days you think about your mother more often than you’d like. Sometimes you dream about her - you’re brought back to the tiny yellow cottage in the middle of the forest, so very close to the river that started the whole mess. You can feel her hands caressing your hair, the warmth of her long skirts soaking into your bare legs as she sings you a lullaby and rocks you to sleep. You can almost hear the melody in your head - you don’t remember the lyrics anymore, but you know it must be something soothing. Something suiting of a soul destined to go to Heaven.

It makes you chuckle - but it also makes you cry, the thought of it all. Your mother probably thinks you’re up in the sky now, naked and running in a flowery field surrounded by angels. You wouldn’t blame her, you decide, if she has already given up on finding you. You’re not sure how long it’s been, but you’ve bled three times already - so it must have been three whole months at least, and that’s enough for the heart to grow weak, for the mind to forget. Especially those not worth remembering.

Cassian doesn’t let a single day pass without reminding you just that. He explains that once you enter the catacombs, you become part of the church. You melt together with the stone and the marble, you blend in behind the old dungeon bars just like a martyr nailed to a cross. Nobody knows you’re here - nobody knows that this place still exists. As far as the public is aware, the catacombs burnt down to the last peg during the Saturah war.

And yet here you are, chained like a dog. Your stomach hurts again. In the beginning of the Lent you didn’t feel much different, some phantom pains here and there, a wave of nausea washing over you as you woke up, but now the emptiness is almost ever - present. Just like a bitter past lover it doesn’t let go, leaving you curled up and aching more often than not. You can’t remember the last time you had something solid in your system - something different than watered down soup or herb tea. Chamomile. Hibiscus. Pennyroyal. Pennyroyal. Pennyroyal. Pennyroyal.

It’s hard to see in the utmost dark - but Cassian’s candle burns bright, illuminating everything around. Once your eyes settle into focus, you make out his face - his eyes sparkle with cold reflected light, but he’s not looking at you. His entire focus seems to be directed at the plate before him. He runs a finger through the white satin tablecloth, wrapping his digits into one of the knitted holes, and your heart stops beating for a second, anticipating the crumble of the table and everything on it - but it never happens.

The deacon eats in absolute silence for what feels like eternity - the only sounds that leave his body are muffled moans of perverse appreciation as he cuts into the bloody meat and brings the piece into his open mouth. It’s utterly disgusting - the warm scarlet essence of the poor animal drips down his chin, his cloth, his hands, it smears all over the beautiful handsewn cover, and yet you’ve never felt such intense hunger in your life. All you want is to sink your teeth into the rich pithy texture, to tear into it until you feel the vein pop under your teeth. Your mouth is watering.

“He has risen.” The man finally smiles, a nice warm smile, but his eyes never leave the meal. You look up, keeping your hands on the ground to retain balance - even such small movements are enough to make you dizzy and you end up falling backwards. Cassian holds up something you barely recognise as a glass, greedy to gulp the liquid inside. It leaves a purple stain down his jaw and he quickly wipes it with the end of his white sleeve. “You must be hungry.” He purrs as if talking to an animal, and you nod with unhidden desperation. You’ve never been so hungry in your entire life.

He makes a gesture for you to come closer and you crawl towards the bars, opting to get your head out despite the tight gaps between the metal sticks. The man caresses you with one hand, calling you a good girl and a hundred other sweet names you’ve never heard him even utter before. It becomes increasingly hard to follow his voice as your stomach growls louder and louder, filled up with acidic emptiness to the brim. He finally takes pity on you and throws a ripped piece of the slab towards your feet.

Your past self would have laughed at that. She would have smiled mockingly, turning her back on this depravity. She would have broken the rusted grates with a shove - and then she would have strangled the fucker with her bare hands. But you’re not her anymore. You’re not the woman who could fall asleep under a cloak tree, who could smile and sing during a rainstorm, who could skip with the wind. You can pretend to be her all you want, but you doubt she’d want to share her skin ever again. The body you’re stuck in, her body, is wretched beyond repair. Covered in belts and bruises, melting into a puddle of pain and scarcity, begging for the tiniest moment of mercy. And what a mercy it is.

What a mercy it is to feel the raw, dense flesh on your tongue, to be able to bite into something instead of slurping salt and broth from someone else’s hand, someone else’s spoon. What a mercy it is to tastе the grease and the fat, the sweet, tangy bite, for the meat to stick in between your teeth and not flow through. To chew slowly because there’s something to chew on, to drink the fluid oozing out of each nip and abandon the bones hidden beneath. It tastes… divine.

“Do you like it?” Cassian asks eventually, voice full of amusement as he brings his hands together. He’s covered in stains from head to toe, but somehow he still remains as proper and pure as a tear. You don’t want to break away from the pigsty on your lap - you want to bury your face in the meaty red goodness, to savour each and every bite, but the singular surviving thought in you tells you to obey the man, lest he takes the food away. You don’t want him to take it away. You don’t want to die. Despite everything, you don’t want to die. So you nod - with your whole body, and you bow, because you need him to understand that this moment right now is essential. Fateful.

“What is it?” You rasp breathlessly, unable to hide the excitement in your tired, sluggish movements. You feel a spark of energy building up inside your chest and you want to scream with joy. Maybe the next bite is what gives you the strength to break out of this hell. Maybe the next bite will bring her back to life. “It tastes like lamb.” You mumble, tapping your knee impatiently - waiting for the man to speak so you can return to devouring the remains of your… dinner.

“You can call it that.” He chuckles, eyes glowing with pride. “It is a sacrificial lamb of sorts.” His finger grazes the flame, but the man seems oblivious to the burn. “Although, I’m surprised, dear. I mean, I knew you were an insatiable whore…” He finally looks at you. His eyes are inhumanly cruel. “But to forget your own lover...”

“W-what do you mean?” Your heart skips a beat and you immediately freeze in place. As your ears ring with uncertainty, you become painfully aware of the stench of blood soaking into the collar of your filthy robe. “Don’t you find the taste familiar? Come on, darling… I know you’re going absolutely crazy with starvation, but it wouldn’t hurt to use that pretty little brain sometimes.” Cassian sneers, ever so malicious, picking up the wine glass again.

You inhale sharply as your chest tightens with panic. Someone is screaming at the back of your mind, threatening to tear your head open. Your thoughts are racing. Places, places, men, meat, sweat sticking, drenched in… You don’t have a clue what he’s getting at.

“Aww, my love. You really don’t remember? You must be completely gone by now.” His voice is sweet, but nothing like chocolate. Nothing like butterfly kisses and sugar, nothing like a warm hug on a cold night. It’s so sweet it hurts your throat. “You’ve had his lips,” The deacon grins with all his pearly teeth out - it makes you shiver. “And now you’re having his heart.”

“Who the fuck are you talking about?!” You scream, unable to take the suspense any longer. You should be used to it, you should be used to his stupid love for theatrics and tension just like you should be used to the rats crawling around at night, and his hand gripping your neck until you see stars, and the stinging pulsing pain between your thighs, but you’re not, and you never will. Maybe that’s why you still have it in you to get angry.

“Michael, of course.” Cassian spits the name out like a curse, breaking the play - pretend once and for all. “That fucking tub-thumper you stole from Martha.” He laughs loosely, shoulders going up and down with ferocious madness. “I figured, if you love him so much, why not become one with him?” His voice drops to a sinister mumble. “Eve was created out of Adam’s rib. I wonder if his flesh will compose a new form inside of you and me.” He steps closer towards the bars, taking a hold of them like a man possessed - and for a moment you’re not sure who’s the prisoner and who’s the warden. “We’re born from blood and blood we become. His death will mark the beginning of our love.”

His tone is gentle, his arms are soft, digging into the metal grates with the patience of a saint - trying to pull you outside through sheer will alone, but you don’t budge. You can’t. You’re stuck in place, tied down to the stone - cold filth you've already spent forever in. And before you know it, you’re emptying your guts upon the ground, watching the warm bile settle into each crook and nanny. Yellow, green and red mix together, painting the tiles all odds of brown. The reek of sickness fills the damp air, and you wish you could sense the mayor’s perfume beneath all the vomit, but there is nothing more to it now. He was a man and now he’s acid. He was loved, and now he’s less than meat.

“How ungrateful.” Cassian hisses, letting go of you. He takes a second to brush the vomit off his shoes before turning back to you. “I decided to do something nice for you despite your betrayal, and this is the thanks I get?” He scoffs, crossing his arms.

“You’re sick.” You clench your eyes tight, drowning in a storm of tears and snot. You can’t comprehend what just happened, what he told you. You’re not sure if you’re still dreaming or if you’re awake, if your reality has turned into an endless nightmare. Like crickets inside of your temple, the screams never end. “If I’m sick, then you must be poison.” The man bites back with venom, but you can see the smirk waiting to spill at the end of his lips. There is an air of conspiracy, of shared obscenity that should unite you, but instead it only makes you want to choke on your own spit.

“I tried to cleanse you, my girl, I really did.” He squints, drowning whatever is left of the wine in one go. “I kept your body pure for forty days and forty nights. It’s the Last Supper. You can become one with me, or you can rot away.” He leans down, pushing himself closer to you. “All I ask is that you erase him from your soul. Devour whatever’s left of him, and let the memory go once and for all.” He speaks slowly as if he’s performing a ritual. You can feel yourself go drowsy, falling under his trance. “Then… Then come back to me. I’ll be waiting.” He kisses you deeply, urgently, letting you taste the blood off his tongue.

The hunger is back.

#yandere #yancore #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere x you #yandere male x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader

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herbgerblin · 7 months

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A comprehensive list of Lup sensations (Lupsations?) documented 24-72 hours post emerging from body regrowth chamber, dictated by Lup Taaco Bluejeans:

Wind - cold but good

Sunlight - warm, so so good. please open all of the windows, especially for naptime

Grass - noooooo nono no nope sorry it’s too much :(

Carpet - mmmmmm kind of having a bad feet time here. Socks help a lot though

Wood - rough but not bad

Glass - smooth like a shark >:)

Water - warm is good but the second it gets room temp I gotta vamoosh. It’s freezing

Soap - icky but similar to the chamber goo, so manageable

Hair - why does my own hair feel weird? what the fuck? why have I never noticed that?

Fabric - cotton and polyester is fine. Anything with lace is too itchy, which fucking sucks because all my silk shit has lace on it. velvet is now on thin fucking ice. I can forgive denim because I know it would never hurt me on purpose

Barry - literally perfect do not fucking change a thing I’m so fucking serious. Barold I swear to fuck—

Hugs - yes love ‘em hello please give me many many hugs thank you :>

Bed - good, but needs more pillows

Taako - good, but please take off the lace I’m sorry it’s itchy :(

Couch - velvet, but Barry laid a cotton sheet over it, so we’re good for now

Taako’s cats - good

Magnus’ dogs - good

Merle’s plants - Merle do not fucking bring that fern in my vicinity! I will raze it, I’ll do it!

Magic casting - tinglier than I remember? Also exhausting, imma need to hold off on magic for a bit

Soup - soup :)

Herbal Tea - good but now the sprig of rosemary feels weird in my mouth :/

Family - perfect

Home - perfect

Life - good :3

#taz balance #lup taaco #barry bluejeans #the adventure zone

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milkywaydrabbles · 6 months

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You're just the most wonderful writer! Each story is imbued with the whole soul and feelings! Just fine. I read every story with pleasure! I've been reading stories and thought that if Alucard was caring for a sick reader who didn't listen to him and got wet in the cold rain. Would Alucard scold the reader? And what "treatment" would be from Alucard?)

Ahh ty! I'll be writing this more as a HC rather than drabble, hope that's okay!

Alucard x sick!reader

Alucard really isn’t surprised that you’re sick. He told you a million times that going out in the rain late at night wasn’t a good idea (he can’t even remember the excuse you gave him for doing it either!) and when you got home sopping wet he could already see the outcome.

Next morning you’re sick as a dog, chills wracking your body as he has a rag on your forehead--you stutter out that you’re too cold for the rag, but you can’t feel how a fever is eating you up.

He wants to scold you for being so careless of your own health, he really does, but you look so small and frail on the bed he doesn’t have the heart to give you an ‘I told you so’ right now (even if he told you so!)

Instead he’ll just nurse you back: be by your side so you’re not lonely, make you soups and teas, practically forcing you to drink more water so your body can stop being as dehydrated as it is--he went as far as to make some remedies from his mother’s books (thank god for Lisa Tepes being a doctor)

You were seriously out of commission for a few days, needing help in and out of the tub, sleeping most of the day away, aching muscles sore even though you’ve done nothing but lay there. Alucard was starting to get a bit nervous with how weak you were, but as long as you had enough energy to tease him for how ‘motherly’ he was being, he was sure you’d be fine.

Once your fever broke and you were at least on your own two feet without his help, that’s when he’d let you have it.

‘I told you going out wasn’t a good idea’ he’d say, ‘Look at you, you’ve been sick as a dog. And don’t comment on how I’ve been ‘motherly’--i’ve been worried sick! You could have fallen so much more ill I don’t know what I’d do!’ He huffed, face scrunching up in disapproval, only softening when he saw your eyes get glassy.

‘I’m sorry, Adrian’ you would whisper, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your head in his chest. ‘Won’t do it again, honest.’

He would sigh, wrap his arms around you and kiss the crown of your head. He’d apologize for being so brash, telling you he was worried sick that you wouldn’t recover.

You’d be a bit more careful in the future, even if you did like how doting he was.

#milk writes #castlevania #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#castlevania alucard #castlevania nocturne

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ataraxiaspainting · 2 months

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Hayloft.

Yan Mahito x GN Reader.

Synopsis: Mahito wants to farm.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, Mahito as his own warning, implied minor character death, and implications of violence/forced cannibalism.

Word Count: 800.

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“Sounds fun! Looks so too!”

Mahito’s fingers tap and tap on the glass, unsurprisingly never leaving any fingerprints or smudges. He is a curse, after all. It makes sense. Not that you have to be reminded of such, with how little he knows of human culture, the world at large, or with how much he shapeshifts into a disembodied head at night to scare half-awake you.

You are both sitting on a giant bean bag in the shape of a green slime of all things that Mahito brought in an hour or so earlier. Mahito, as expected, takes up most of it with a malformed arm wrapped around your shoulders and back.

In your hands is a Nintendo Switch, the sticker case on the joycons, and the screen itself somewhat peeling off, but still the pink bunny and strawberry drawing designs stay intact.

The YouTube app is on, showing a playthrough of Stardew Valley. This part of the sewers had two bars of wifi from the little ramen place above it, something you are grateful for in some aspect. Because of it, you have one more piece of entertainment that is now Mahito bringing you back stale snacks and stuffed animals (that you pray to whatever higher power that they were not alive before Mahito got his hands on them) and nearly smothering you with hugs.

This is calming. When you just read the dialogue of the characters and listen to the music and pay attention to the satisfying sight of the farmer planting pumpkin seeds and apple tree saplings, it is calming, you are calm, Mahito is, at least partially, calm.

Mahito wanted something to watch today and brought the Nintendo Switch for you to play with as he simply observes. It could be worse, you reminded yourself before you attempted to protest, stopping yourself. It could be much worse. He could turn you into the Nintendo Switch, or much, much worse.

It can be so much worse. He can be so much worse. Your life as a captive can be so much worse. Everything can be so much worse. That is a line you never want to cross because everything can be so, so much worse than it already is.

Mahito raises his free hand, and you pause the video, just as you were taught to. He then points again at the field of two-dimensional, square-like crops all in multiple rows of hoed soil.

It’s springtime in the game, you think, from how the cherry trees have pink blossoms and petals falling onto nearby ground all around it.

Mahito counts with his fingertip, jumping from one plant to the next and then from one row to the next.

He whistles, and it makes you flinch because that is the same noise he makes whenever you scream, a reaction to when he brings a body part of someone you loved here, throwing it down beside the small dog bed you were given for good behavior, the blood staining the fabric as it falls with a grotesque, sort of plopping sound.

If Mahito wants to grow vegetables and fruit in the few places this sewer has sunlight, he can be your guest.

“Potato, cauliflower, garlic… green beans, kale, parsnips, rhubarb, strawberries…” He says each word like he has never heard of them before. Considering he has never really set foot in a grocery or convenience store for anything other than chips, it is not all that surprising. With another wave of his hand, you rewind it to the moment where the farmer character starts watering the seeds when they are freshly planted. He waits. So do you. “Sounds good! We can make some cheese cauliflower, parsnip soup, pizza, hashbrowns… just imagine it! Yum… I can just picture it now.”

With yet another wave of his hand, you stand up and so does he. Relief goes through you, like a ghost, both horrifying you and making you feel the smallest bit of hope that for once Mahito can act normal.

…

“M-Mahito, vegetables don’t grow that fast.” You say, looking down at the plate of baked fish with what smells like kale and garlic underneath, along with lemon and salt. “H-How-”

“It’s simply the power of love!” Mahito exclaims, inhaling loudly to smell the dish in front of you two. He sighs softly. “A pure demonstration of my love, all I do for you, and all I will do for you in the future.”

You could have sworn that there was the smallest voice from the fish if Mahito’s bragging of how much work went into making you a dish from Stardew Valley was not so loud.

Help me.

“Dig in, cutie!”

You would do anything for Mahito’s grin to not turn into a frown, so you pick up your fork with trembling, scarred hands.

#aya abstractions #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere mahito x reader #yandere mahito #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #mahito x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: book & show spoilers

a/n: I’m trying to write the characters as a mixture of the book and show. Some of the characters act quite differently in the books and it’s a bit difficult to pin point their personality, but I hope I do them justice. Thank you for reading xx

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: Everyone is settling down into their own homes. I don’t care what is canon and what’s not.

𝐊𝐚𝐳

・Likes things to be in their place. If they aren’t where they left them than he goes into a bit of a tizzy

“Y/n! Y/n I specifically left them right here and they aren’t right. Here. Where have they gone??”

“No, you moved them because you thought they were too vulnerable sitting there. Look in the third shelf down to your left.”

*Does what you tell him to do* *is embarrassed* *thanks you but not above a whisper*

・You have a lot of nice things in your home, but the most expensive things are usually the jewels and the jewelry that Kaz has gifted you

・He has a lot of the same clothing, so when you open his side of the closet there’s just ... black ... oh and grey

・His cane is never too far from where he is

・Despises the idea of getting a pet

・And you have to beg and beg

・But none of it worked

・So you had to come up with a plan. It was quite manipulative but hey, how else would you have caught Kaz’s attention?

・The dog you have now was once a puppy who had “accidentally” followed you home

“How did it follow you home? We live in Ketterdam, there are a million homes here.”

“I guess it liked...me...”

・He ordered it out

・But you didn’t listen and somehow, the pup had wiggled its way into Kaz’s heart

・He swore he wasn’t going to pick up any poops, but that too was a lie

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Once settled in, she comes to realise that she really enjoys the finer things in life

・Big bed, silks, many many pillows

・A big bath with hot water straight from the tap

・She adores a long hot bath, lots of bubbles, with lavender and chamomile, candles, and a good book to read - or just to lay there and soak

・She hates waking up early, but is the first one to crawl into bed (she just really likes being in bed)

・Has her own drawing nook - a desk near a big window where she can get natural light. Many types of pencils, quills, inks, etc. She draws people, memories, landscapes, dreams

・Her drawings are framed and are all over the house

・There’s also a library; a room with a cosy corner that has all kinds of books; fiction and non fiction - historical, religious, fantasy etc

・Oh and she adores having the fire going. She wants it on even if it’s barely even cold

・But she hates chopping wood, so when you tell her that it isn’t cold enough for a fire, she’ll go outside and use The Cut to get the wood.

・Loves when you braid her hair; loves it even more when you give her head a lil massage too

・She fusses over you whenever you’re sick. Making you soup, remembering remedies from her upbringing in the orphanage.

・If you burn yourself, cut or have any other injuries, she is constantly checking on it to make sure it doesn’t get infected

・She doesn’t mind doing the laundry - if it means you’ll fold afterwards

・There are a lot of different oils, perfumes, bath products, hair products all over the bathroom

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢

・Yes, he is used to being treated like royalty

・But he’s also experienced life on a ship - and that isn’t pretty (at all...it’s quite awful)

・Yet he has seen his destiny as being a ruler, so the biggest change in both of your lifestyles is ... you

・You would have to learn how to live during court

・You couldn’t just leave your chambers in your pajamas (I mean ... you could but drama would start at court most definitely)

・Both you and Nikolai obviously share the same chambers, and actually you both have your own wing in the castle (So I guess you could just stay in your pajamas if you wanted)

・It’s basically having your own home - or huge apartment

・The majority of the decor is white with gold trimmings and accents. Nikolai said you could change whatever you want

・The castle is never quiet, and there are always people coming and going, but your chambers are very very quiet.

・Nikolai doesn’t snore but does talk in his sleep

・It’s nonsensical, but it’s usually about the dreams he’s having

・You have servants that come and clean up after both you and Nikolai

・When Nikolai is finished for the day, he trots up to your shared wing and slumps against the door once it’s closed

・He sighs undoing his buttons, but you like to be the one to do that

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣

・Still very quiet around the home, so you get used to seeing her in different parts of the house in a small amount of time

“I swear, sometimes there’s two of you!” You once grumbled, while cleaning up a broken tea cup because she popped up out of nowhere

・Doesn’t like loud sudden noises, so you live a bit from civilisation. Not too far though.

・She gets on really well with cats

・You’d end up adopting two kittens that were the only survivors of a litter

・They were tiny, covered in fleas and skinny as can be. But you both fed them, bathed them and made sure they survived

・One is called Umbra, and the other Sol

・You both take on the styling of the home. Inej quite likes the cottage-esque look. However she does want to honor her heritage and there are a lot of colourful cloth that drapes across the ceiling

・Inej had Jesper insert a rod that holds a long silk cloth so that she can practice her acrobatic skills

・Jesper visits as often as he can, and is usually found hung over in the spare bedroom

・As does Nina, who likes to ask what’s for dinner hours before dinnertime (usually an hour after eating lunch)

・You own the land, with Inej’s name not involved - you didn’t want her to feel tied down. And that she could leave whenever she desired

・Although it’s Suli culture to be travellers, Inej said she did want to be apart of the deed and you were more than happy to change it

・Inej doesn’t sleep very often; she knows when her body needs it but other than that, she really cannot get to sleep

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬

・Loves the feeling of a cosy home

・Has actually gone off to cry because living with you in such a lovely, warm, safe environment made him overwhelmed with happiness

・I have this feeling that you would be the type of person to rescue animals and Matthias has to put on this ‘No we barely have enough to feed ourselves, we can’t look after these animals,’ but his stance changes so quickly

・So you have about five dogs so far

・But you still go into town and feed as many as you can

・Matthias thinks he’s in charge, but after a few months together he comes to realise that you will always be in charge

・He actually really enjoys gardening

・Has those well-planned and established herb gardens. The ones that are held in perfect square timber raised beds

・Matthias absolutely threw himself into gardening. Bought books about it, spoke to the elders in town about how to perfectly grow herbs. He was both fascinated and in need on something to focus on after the tragedy he had endured

・You encouraged him, but said he had to promise not to make a mess inside.

・Is a very loud snorer, and hogs the bed, as well as the sheets. It’s just easier to sleep underneath him - not that he would notice. Once his head hits the pillow almost nothing can wake him until morning

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚

・Safety; that’s what she wants, that’s what she desires most

・A place that she can let her guard down and not have to worry about being used

・She doesn’t like uninvited visitors, and has special locks on all the doors so no one can break in

・When you introduced the idea of a guard dog, she was apprehensive.

“What if it can sense ... the darkness in me?”

“There is no darkness within you, Genya.”

・So you got a Cane Corso, a beast of a dog. That scared even Genya the first time she saw her.

・Is a very light sleeper, but once getting your pup, Genya let it sleep on the end of the bed

・Even now, after your dog, Neith, has grown to full size, she still sleeps at the end of your bed (you know exactly when she jumps up and when she leaves because the bed moves...significantly)

・When days seem especially difficult for Genya, you like to leave little notes around the house, reminder her of all the things you love about her

・She likes to wake up before you and move the hair from your face and just watch you sleep

・Isn’t the best at cooking, so you usually take up that job. But she does bake pretty well. Very good at making tea cake

・Knows a lot about healing so you have a lot of herbs, spices, flowers, vegetables that aren’t for eating per say, but for when someone is sick or wounded

・Genya hated mirrors for a while, until you helped her get over the change in her appearance. You helped her on the road to confidence and self love.

・You’re both still involved in helping the Grisha so you see Zoya, Nikolai, Tolya, Tamar etc

・Genya doesn’t really like having people at the house though. It’s her sanctuary where there are no reminders of The Darkling or the nichevoya

𝐌𝐚𝐥

・Wants a simple life

・Doesn’t care for anything fancy, so you’d be the one to arrange everything

・I can see him as a farmer

・Out in the country, living off the land, but never taking too much and giving back

・We know from the books that he ends up running the orphanage with Alina, living a simple life. Looking after kids who need a home - and I think he would do that whether he was with Alina or not (and in this case...obviously not)

・He would be content with a slow life with you

・But he also wants to be of use to the community; to give back

・So you spend your days finding jobs for people who need them - with the help of Nikolai. You do the paper work while Mal meets the people and waits with them until a horse and carriage arrive

・You also have a huge vegetable garden that you allow the community to use as they please

・In thanks they give you something; knitted blanket, baked bread etc

・You have cows, goats, sheep and horses

・There are stable hands that tend to the horses. Usually the young people from the village (both boys and girls alike)

・The milk isn’t just for you and Mal but you go into town and give it to the people who need it most

・You don’t live far from the village. In fact you can see your neighbours just by looking out the window. They may look far, but really it’s only a ten minute walk

・You also teach people how to read and write

・Mal is absolutely head over heels in love with you

・Always makes sure you feel protected and safe

・Is actually very sensitive and feels things deeply. That’s why sometimes he has to take time to process his emotions alone

𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚

・We know that Zoya is destined for greatness, hence she would end up living in a castle

・But if not a castle than a quaint chateu will do

・Is a stickler for mess

“There is no reason for there to be so much untidyness!”

・Has a lot of pictures/drawings/paintings of her family up around your home

・She always needs the bed to be made every day; if you’re the last to get out of bed than you have to make it

・You see a different side to Zoya; yes a softer side but also the undone, sloppy version of her. She actually didn’t let you see her like that until a month into living together

・If you snore she makes you sleep on the couch

・No. pets. She’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship and her decision is final

・Until you start feeding an old cranky cat who doesn’t stray far from your home. You name him, but keep him a secret and sneak him inside when Zoya is away

・She pretends not to notice and lets you have your hidden pet

・Although you’d think there would be servant or maids, that’s not the case. You and Zoya split the chores equally; she doesn’t want another person touching her things

・She actually colour co-ordinates her clothes; they’re in colour order and when she’s especially stressed she’ll do the same for yours

・When clothes are folded, they have to be folded neatly-

・Is a very, very good cook. She makes these pastries with goats cheese inside that are to die for

・Has a vanity with ridiculous amounts of make up. When she has a bit to drink she always wants to give you a makeover

・Takes her coffee and tea very strong

“What’s the point of polluting it with milk and sugar?”

・Is the last to fall asleep and the first to wake, but she stays in bed for 20 minutes because she likes being so close to you

・Whenever guests come over she is the perfect hostess. But if they overstay their welcome she won’t hesitate to tell them it’s time to leave

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫

・IS SO DRAMATIC WHEN GETTING READY

“This outfit worked better in my head”

・Wanted to have multiple mirrors in the bedroom so he could “see himself at all angles” but you told him “the fuck we are”

・He relented ... not without whining

・But Jesper’s clothes do end up EVERYWHERE

・He’s awful at picking up after himself in the clothing department

・But he does keep the bathroom really clean ???

・Even if it’s shaving or after a bathe, he’ll make sure it’s exactly how he found it

・Hates weird smells so he sprays perfume everywhere

・Liked the thought of living in the city to be close to the rest of the crows, so you accepted

・But you made him promise not to do anymore gambling -

・Your home is like an escape for Jesper

・Likes to go shopping with you. He likes picking out things so that you can match (you’re against it at first but ... also submit to it)\

・He always knows how to make you laugh, so whenever he forgets to do a chore he can wiggle his way out of it

・Will do all the grocery shopping and any errands you don’t want to do

・Also loves candles, especially scented ones but has been banned from having them burning unless you’re home too ...

・Moves around a lot in his sleep and has whacked you a few times

・Misses you whenever either of you are away. Keeps a piece of your clothing to smell

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

・Although he spends a lot of time at the Little Palace, he wanted a place where it was just you and him. Where he wouldn’t be disturbed by questions or problems.

・A lot of his focus is on his plans, but he keeps maps and the like all in one room

・He wants to keep the bedroom for ... bedroom activities. As well as all the other rooms for their proper uses

・Aleksander doesn’t want his ambitions to hinder your domestic life

・He hates overhead lighting

・Prefers candles or lamps

・Always buys you new clothes, new shoes, new accessories etc. Wants you to have the best of the best

・And he gets headaches very easily so you have tinctures and remedies on hand as well as around the house

・He prefers the quiet, and too much noise overwhelms him

・Pets aren’t really his thing ... maybe a bird though, but it wouldn’t have to make much noise

・He does love horses though. And would spend hours on them if he could. Just galloping away, far from his troubles.

・Has a maid that comes and cleans the house

・The only time you’ve seen him truly peaceful is in sleep, but that’s only when the nightmares haven’t started

・He wakes up a lot during the night and doesn’t want to wake you. But you’ve told him whenever that happens he’s more than allowed to wake you up. Being in your arms help him go back to sleep

・100% lets you steal the blankets, without ever complaining

・He’s more likely to remember things than you are, so he makes/buys you a calender and writes down everything you’d need to remember

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Isn’t very tidy. There are a LOT of food crumbs (especially in the bed)

・Her hair is actually very long, she just keeps it up and out of the way, so you get to see Nina with her long hair down

・But you also find a lot of Nina’s hair ... everywhere

・She does like when you give her head scratches - a lot of golden retriever energy

・You’ve actually been collecting it to prove to her how much she sheds

・Is always hungry and asks if you want to get food nearly every hour and a half

・She’s not that bad of a cook, but you aren’t much better. So a lot of your food is bought rather than made

・Always makes sure you’ve had something to eat though, especially after a long day or after a big gig with the crows

・You, Nina, and Inej have a close friendship; so Inej likes to ... appear ... in your house

・Most of the time it’s because of an injury. So you keep your storages stocked up just in case.

・But other times it’s for a sleep over! Eating, all sleeping in the loungeroom, telling each other stories and secrets

・You invite Jesper and Wylan aswell... and have asked Kaz but he always declines. Well actually he doesn’t even decline he just doesn’t say anything or show up

・Is a heavy sleeper when you’re in the house. But when she’s alone she can barely sleep

・Always kisses you when you walk through the door and before you leave. It’s become a ritual and if it isn’t done then it’s bad luck

・Learns your little quirks. Like if you like your sandwiches cut diagonally or straight

・Nina is very romantic

・She loves going on little dates with you. And always makes sure you have time for a date. At least once a month. Even if it’s just going out to eat and then taking a walk underneath the night sky

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 11 months

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What are the biggest fears of the townspeople in Stardew Valley?

Ok, this is a very interesting question. I tried to take into account the canonical fears of people (the same Abigail and Harvey), as they have dialogues that reveal their fears. Thanks for the ask, dear anon, and enjoy!

Warning: there are references to various phobias as well as sad and unpleasant moments. There is no detailed description but still it is worth warning, it may be unpleasant for someone to read.

Rats. Haley is terribly afraid of rats. Huge and scary rodents almost the size of Haley's handbag ... Eeeeeeep, gross!

To be buried alive in a pile of stones in the mines, to die of starvation or wounds, so that later your soul wanders through these very mines like a damned spirit... For Marlon, this is probably the worst fate that he would not wish even an enemy.

Acrophobia made it impossible for Harvey to follow his dream of becoming a pilot, and to this day he has to face problems due to his fear of heights.

Kent fears that the war with the Gotoro Empire will knock on the door of Stardew Valley, the home of his family and friends.

For Shane, the worst thing is if something happens to his dearest niece. Given that they live close to the forest where wolves and bears live...

Clowns... Penny stays away from the man with the clown make-up at every Stardew Valley Fair.

No matter how much Clint grumbles about his work as a blacksmith and about Pelican Town residents, his biggest fear is being alone. Especially dying alone.

The mere thought of going to the doctor brings panic to poor Vincent's face. And if he needs to get a flu shot, then all the glass and windows will crack from loud crying.

Needles. Bummer, why does Sam need to take medicine not in the form of bitter pills, but as an injection? Of course, he's not as scared as his younger brother, but his mom said that Sam cried a lot louder at the doctor's appointment when he was a child.

Poor Jas is terrified of the dark and won't be able to sleep in her room without her nightlight and plush bunny.

Every day, the Wizard needs to check the seal on his wife's hut, for he is afraid that she, in a fit of revenge, will still be able to unleash her wrath on the innocent inhabitants of Stardew Valley. If this happens, he will never forgive himself.

Sebastian has always loved watching the sea, but swimming in the sea - no thanks. One unpleasant incident in childhood, in which he almost drowned in sea water, discourages the desire to swim even in adulthood.

A huge crowd of people is what Leah fears the most, because she knows many true stories when an uncontrollable crowd in a panic can accidentally knock a person to the ground and trample.

Once Pierre visited an exhibition of vintage dolls in Zuzu city with his wife and said to himself: never again. Why dolls? He himself cannot answer.

Snakes for Marnie. And it doesn't matter if they're poisonous or not. Just the sight of a snake makes her break out in a cold sweat.

Abigail is a brave girl, but spiders have always been her weakness. And the fact that there are monster spiders in the mines... Brrr!

No one argues that good-natured Emily loves animals very much, but the sight of a huge predator like a bear or a pack of wolves causes her only piercing fear. And no wonder, these are wild animals.

For Jodi, it's the fear of food poisoning. An even greater fear is that you will be poisoned by your own cooked food. Even more - if her husband and sons were poisoned at the same time. She always checks five times to see if there are any accidental insects or something else in the dough or in the soup.

Who would have thought that Elliott has signs of lyssophobia. Although he is a very creative and philosophical person, among such people there are often individuals who are afraid to go crazy.

More than once or twice Demetrius refused Sebastian and Mary to have a puppy in the house. And this is not because he is harmful, but because he is terribly afraid of them (the dogs, not the kids).

George is afraid of what is inevitable and, sooner or later, will come to everyone without exception - old age.

It's not for nothing that Robin scolds her husband strongly when he almost set a fire in their house due to an unsuccessful experiment - the prospect of being burned alive in an inexorable flame in his own house scares the town carpenter the most. She treated the wood of their house for the sake of seriousness to minimize the possibility of a fire.

Maru can't stand honey, and that's because honey is the sweet nectar from honeycombs, one of the triggers of her trypophobia.

Sea sirens strike terror into the heart of every sailor, and Willy is no exception. An insidious angelic voice that cannot be resisted will pull you and your ship to the bottom, to be eaten by fish. Some mermaids are kind, but the old sea wolf knows what these sea demons can be.

There is no greater nightmare for Alex than the return of his biological father to the Pelican Town.

Somehow, I got the feeling that Lewis has signs of technophobia. All these gadgets, computers and newfangled smartphones cause him irritation, and then fear when he is forced to use one of them.

Poor Evelyn's heart was broken when she buried her daughter, and she fears more than anything that she will have to bury her grandson too... No mother/grandmother should bury their precious children.

The fear of tall objects, buildings, statues is one of the reasons why Gus decided to settle in a calm Valley, and not work as a cook in a huge metropolis.

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The Hashiras During the Holidays

Word Count: 7191

Setting: [insert]hashiras x gn!reader, established relationships

Content Warning(s): slightly suggestive, mentions of Christmas

Summary: just Christmas/holiday headcanons with the Hashiras.

The Water Hashira

One would assume that Giyuu would grapple with Christmas, and to an extent, you would be right. For the most part, Giyuu will approach the holiday with extreme trepidation.

Every holiday invitation will have him stagnant, struggling with the internal screaming as he confronts invitation after invitation. A business Christmas party amongst the Hashiras? Shinobu’s verbal jabs have left the searing mark, and despite how desperately you have tried to invite him, he has neither confirmed whether he will or will not attend. It would be rude to outright reject the invitation, but what if it was required—a social implication, and really… no one wants him to attend? Surely not.

But he’s passed the appropriate deadline to refuse.

Actually, it’s fairly easy to rope the Water Hashira into a number of activities. His inability to function or perform the mental acrobats to comprehend that he has been committed to a function before it is too late, and he has no choice but to accept.

The list of tasks he has completed for others is endless.

Dangled from a ladder to hang lights for Mitsuri, served soup at a local shelter, got bit in the bottom trying to walk a stray dog for Rengoku, manipulated into picking up last minute gifts for Kocho. Endless.

No, wait, he’s well passed the socially accepted time frame to accept. His attendance at this point would be a huge inconvenience to the host, and extremely rude.

Giyuu will engage in a number of internal grapples with his inner dialogue from workplace parties to family parties—if you suggested he joins your family for the holiday, I promise you he froze. Died inside. Screaming, internally rocking back and forth. As Sanemi has expressed time, and time again… there is something just so… punchable about his face. What if they hate him?

Cue the spiral of self-deprivation.

Ironically, it’s due to the numerous panic attacks that he has endured, the Water Hashira will be quick to finish his holiday shopping fairly early. Which may be part of the reason sudden invites horrify him and knock him off balance.

Juggling the demanding schedules of the holidays is surprisingly a strong suit of his. Perhaps because he has always been overconsiderate of those around him.

There is a certain air of nostalgia that the holiday season brings that warms Tomioka’s spirits—more so than you may expect. Though you wouldn’t know looking at him, he has a genuine air of disposition. So much so that you may have the impression that Giyuu may not even be aware that the holiday is upon you.

But it hasn’t escaped his sights.

Giyuu delights in the small moments, the little things that offer him ambience. Little snippets of his childhood. The fresh fall snow, and how delighted he was as a child to greet the snowflakes, a faded memory brought only to life at your outstretched hands. The delighted giggle as your fingers catch individual snowflake.

Rolling snowballs into your hands, targeting him. The shock of chill impacted upon his porcelain frame. The wide of his eyes, trembled by the cold, the ends of snow that clings to his raven hair as the waves crash down upon him. Your laughter, ringing in his ears. Faded memories that bear weight and significance before you know it, he has formed a near perfect sphere returned in friendly fire, a small smile that pulls upon the corner of his lips.

Smell and delicate as the snow between your fingers.

Easily melted should you draw attention to it.

No, it’s likely that you will not notice how naturally he gravitates to the holiday sway. The spirit tucked behind his indifferent façade, brought to light only by aspects of the season that often go unnoticed.

The bulk of your gifts already wrapped, meticulously folded corners, and adorned in dressing of bows and tinsel. The accumulation of the holiday decorations pulled from storage, ready for attention should you be the sort to adore decorating, ready by the first of December, or sooner if you have begun to drop hints. If you are the type to despise the bulls and trimming of the trees, then rest assured, by the time you return from work, he will have all of the decorations hung with care.

He’s tuned to your traditions, having retained information throughout your time together to remember the little things you delighted in in your own youth, such as the addition of cinnamon to your hot chocolate, an ingredient you will find sprinkled in your mug.

As a partner, Tomioka places a high importance on stability and practicality, so you can expect the mass majority of his gifts to be fairly mundane, but well thought out. Small things like mittens if you are prone to cold fingers, a new rice cooker if your has recently broken. Your favorite chocolates, or small nostalgic delights that will warm your heart. For the most part, they’ll be fairly… reliable gifts, and to some extent may leave you feeling a little underwhelmed. However, all of his gifts are selected with extreme care, and consideration. Placing your year round needs as well as desires into selecting the present—no, a rice cooker is not sexy, but he knows that you enjoy rice with every meal. How could he let you go without? It’s true, these mittens are not the cutest ones they had in stock, but this pair allows you to scroll through the social media masses tumblr while remaining cozy.

Is absolutely the type to indulge in cozy, thick blankets.

Shyly bought a couples mug set to share together the morning of, but chickened out of using them, only discovered in the cabinet upon your digging through the mugs. The small squeal you realized, and the embarrassment that meets his cheeks as you excitedly pour cocoa into them, gushing about their adorableness.

Truthfully, all Giyuu wants for the holiday is to bask in your company if you’re okay with it. For him, to be curled up into your warmth is more than enough for him to enjoy the holidays. Tomioka does not desire, nor request more from you. Jut to enjoy the small quiet of the morning before the holiday madness begins, to fill your hair between his fingers, and witness the small dips of your breath as you slumber.

This is actually his favorite time of year.

The Insect Hashira

Full disclosure, it’s ridiculous.

Kocho has never truly grasped the concept of the holiday season, or the depths in which some people captivate it with such care. Not in the sense that she does not grasp the spiritual significance to observers, but more that, such depths should not be limited to a singular season. Rather, she views any believers as lacking in their own faiths—the joy and giving nature of the season should exist outside of December.

So, for the most part, Shinobu tends to view the entirety of the season with delicate hypocrisy. Expects that Ebenezer Scrooge’s generosity will run out by December 31st, the film will have lifted from his eyes, and he will once again line his pockets with the coin of the less fortunate. The temporary display merely cheapens the sentiment.

Though for the few who endorse kindness throughout the year, such as Kanroji and Rengoku, she is content to humor their Christmas spirit. She will endure their off key caroling and send their blighted singing to Tomioka’s door. Shinobu will jostle with the best of them, sample the various peculiar holiday dishes.

The Insect Pillar is adventurous enough to taste test foreign seasonal delicacies such as snails and julbord, but be warned her consideration is limited to this year. If she in fact found the dishes unappetizing, she will dodge you with the swiftest rejection adorned with a smile. Never again.

For her partner, she is more than willing to endure traditions with a pressed smile. Shinobu is not know for being, well, peopley, but for you, she will undergo whatever festivities your family has to throw at her with as much social skills as she can muster. Biting back all comments on commercialization.

She’ll swallow all internal commentary on gift. But really why has she found Mitsuri mid emotional break down over the perfect present when GIFT CARDS are an option? Yet, for all of her comprehension, there is one thing she understands more than anything. You want a heartfelt gift.

And so here she is, suffering through the corporate retail beast.

To get you the gift of your dreams.

If this old lady elbows her one more time.

It’s not all swallowing internal monologue for Shinobu. There is something magical about the season regardless of the price tags attached. The frost that lines the windows as the day slips away. The puff of warm breath against the glass, the tip of her finger dipped and drawn out adorable little bunnies and tipped in delight. The small giggle, knowing that as the weather hits its peak once again, you will be greeted by her silly doodles.

Small moments to soak in the season, the soft atmosphere to enjoy the still of the early night’s greeting. Soak in the painting of the night, dipped in violets and shy blues before the luminesces glow of the stars above rise to the hour.

Still.

Calm.

Shinobu’s holiday spirit is dependent on those around her, and when given her room to breath in the cinnamon, the distant glow of decorations, and you snuggled beneath her chin as her eyes flitter to the window, you’ll find that she has more holiday joy than you may expect.

The Flame Hashira

In over his head.

I mean. He has over committed himself.

Rengoku’s to-do list began back November 1st, literally the minute Halloween was over despite Shinazugawa’s raging that he is skipping over Thanksgiving. The reality is that there is just so, so much for him to complete by the holiday season, that he has to get an early jump.

His commitments area mile long, and easily prone to overwhelming him. Not that he will ever admit it. Rather, the Flame Pillar will sooner subject himself to burning the candle at both ends to accomplish everything on his to do list. From his usual community service to additional holiday demands such as filtering through the toy section for donation ideas, to writing his own list and checking it twice.

Naughty, or nice, gift giving is in Kyojuro’s nature, and he is eager to ensure that everyone, no literally everyone in his life has the. Perfect. Present. From him. Shinobu’s mentioning gift vouchers was confusing for him. No, no.

Rengoku is a traditional shopper. Dedicated hours hoping from store to store, searching for the perfect gift from family members like his father, Senjuro, his twice removed distant cousin, the Butterfly Estate trio, the other Pillars, Kamado siblings, neighbors, the mailman, the old lady who he helped cross the street last week. Absolutely everyone he comes into contact with has made it on his list.

No social masses, natural disaster, or impending storms will ever prevent him from traveling to the ends of the earth to find each person the perfect gift.

Are you really surprised he will not settle until he has found IT.

The holiday is practically buzzing with Kyojuro’s love and adoration, but to be fair, it’s not the profit of boxes and boxes, bows and trimmings, nor is it the delectable dinner to come, it’s not the lights, or the decorations, the twinkling of stars. For the Flame Hashira, it’s the company that greets him at the door.

He has always been a family oriented individual and jumps at any opportunity to bring forth his loved ones together. Even the Scrooges of the world. His heart is ablaze with the thought of everyone he loves gathered in one place, sharing cookies and cheer.

The swordsman is willing to endure any potential burnout, suffer through all stress and burdens of the holiday to ensure that it is the perfect holiday for those around him. Store bought cookies will not cut it, he will dedicate himself to a recipe, accept all flunked attempts with grace to just have one absolutely perfect dozen cookies to serve.

He will do his best not to allow you to see him crack, and will assure you that everything is fine. It’s not, he burned the roast, the decorations are taped to the walls, he is pretty sure that the pig he found for Inosuke has helped himself to the garden. Help help help. It’s fine. Really.

The small press of your hand on his shoulder, met with the warmth of his smile, gently applying pressure in a way that reassures him of your presence, but that you will not leave him to these tasks alone is more than enough of a gift for him.

You will find that the one annoying thing about Rengoku during the holidays, is that no matter how you may approach the season. Whether with trepidation, or down right hatred, you will find the spirit of the season seeping into your pores. Spreading to your heart. Warmed to your cheeks, and averted your eyes. Struggling to maintain any disposition you have reserved, knowing all too well, this bastard is infectious.

He just loves this time of year.

But more than anything, he loves the sireneity. The sound of carols, of laughter told over stores amongst the Hashiras. Spread sentiments over the Kamado siblings, Zenitus’s screaming, the shy way his little brother dodges eye contact with the young girls of the Butterfly Estate. Basking in the glow of the fire, the warmth of his family and friends, loved ones all gathered under one roof. Tucked against the door frame, observing the joy with a small smile. Satisfied, and grateful to be alive, highlighted only at the way you snuggle into him. A coy grin of your own, cheeky and pressed into him. Daring advances, and the playful way your finger guides his eyes to the mistletoe above.

The Sound Hashira

Tradition has no place here.

You can leave all expectations at the door, and know that while he may be willing to entertain the idea for a moment, it will be over in the blink of the eye. Tengen is not lean upon family traditions—to be fair, he likely has no such memories to dredge up. The distinct onslaught of oppressive air that threatens to smother him at the mere mention of conventional sentiments—no, he would much rather spend his holiday in new, exciting ways with his wives and you.

It’s not that he does not observe the holiday itself. He is no stranger to the mundane Christmas parties that Rengoku throw; the former shinobi has enjoyed a number of Mitsuri’s cookies although may have misunderstood the initial offer.

The Sound Pillar has been known to frequent shops himself. However, unlike Rengoku, he does not need to stray from window to window like a small child. Rather, he is dutiful to his mission. He knows exactly what it is he wishes to purchase for the four of you. Each gift unique, and individual as the one to receive it. Intentional and purposeful, gift giving has always come naturally to him.

His natural ability to pick up on the underlining desires of those around him has always served him well in selecting the perfect present. As such, he has never been one to worry over whether or not you will like the gift he has picked. Of course you will, it’s from the Sound God himself.

Truthfully, you may find yourself knocked off center by his gift. While yes, it will be exactly what you’ve desired whether a bougie perfume, name brand clothing, a limited edition cookware, whatever it may be, you can expect that the price tag is far more than your $30 limit. He’s not sorry. That you’re likely to free fall into a panic over finances, ponder if what you brought him in return will… well, be enough to satisfy his extravagant tastes. Rest assured, any gift from you is flashy!

No, he’s well acquainted as anyone else with the more, expected traditions of the season. It’s that his approach is a tad unconventional. Uzui is not one to shy away from a bill, and his holidays are bound to be dripping in extravagance. He likes for things to be fun, and enjoyable. Life should be so, one never knows when they will die in his line of work, and because of this, he does not waste time considering how he should spend his time.

He knows how he will spend his holiday.

In the flashiest of ways.

Bar crawls, an onslaught of holidays parties across the winter spectrum. Participate in parades, jive in dances, tinsel with the best of them before spiriting away his family off to a ski resort. The opportunity to shred on slopes with Makio. The added strive of competition a light in their relationship. Sparked amongst playful. Delighted in the way Suma struggles to keep up, the way Hinatsuru’s eyes follow his silhouette. The warm cup of cocoa you have waiting for him at the end of the course.

The Sound Pillar will delight in warming his body in the hot springs, shameless in the way he drags you along. Warms your back, scrubbed and savoring the fill of your skin beneath his fingers.

No, unlike a majority of us that will prioritize the other people in our lives during the holidays, even at the risk of our own mental health, Uzui is not among us. Rather, he has no qualms of wishing them well, and placing your needs, and those of his wives first and foremost. He is not spending his holiday listening to aunties bitch that he has too many wives.

For all the adventures that you will likely face each holiday, you will find that it is the end of the day that Tengen lives for, and one that Hinatsuru ensures will always happen. A traditional moment, one curled up against a fire. The flicker in the depth of the night. Makio and Suma delighted in small bicker, back and forth, playful in nature as they roll across your knees. Scooped up in a blanket at Uzui’s side, Hinatsuru’s smile pressed to the corner of her lips. Content, and grateful.

To be alive.

To know this warmth, and this richness.

The Love Hashira

Is down the tinsel rabbit hole.

Was Rengoku’s tsugoko for a reason. She has an ample surplus of holiday spirit to last her for the year to come. She’s practically drowning in it. As all the idealistic nature of the season takes over her thoughts and spirits.

As soon as the first leaf hit the ground, she has begun to hum the holiday tunes beneath her breath. To everyone’s dismay. The Love Hashira did her best, she really did to deny her natural instinct. She understands that a majority of people are not.. exactly thrilled to see Christmas decorations in September, and she tried, she really did. But before she knows what has happened, the inflatables are up, the lights are twinkling, and the garland has been hung with care and adoration.

This time of year is easily amongst her favorite time of the year, and she is determined to share her love from corner to corner. Does not hesitate to greet those she knows, and strangers on the street. Uttering happy holidays to anyone who will listen. Cheerfully pulling a holiday goodie, or a candy cane from her pocket.

Giggling, and engaging little ones in discussion of what is to come.

Her eyes sparkle at the window displays, delighted by the arrange of lights, and the decorations.

Oh the decorations.

Do your best to have the utmost patience with your lover, because she will, I mean she WILL try every holiday DIY that crosses her Pinterest board. Some will end well enough, and others will be absolute disasters. She’s embarrassed at her failure, but even more devastated you caught her crying over the ornament glob.

Gift giving is, abstract with Mitsuri. She gives it her all, but ultimately, her choices will be a little abstract, and typically food based. She noticed you eat ohagi one time, you can expect that she has provided you with a year supply of the snack with the biggest smile and lack of understanding that you will not be able to eat all of this before it expires.

The Love Hashira is at her core, enamored with those around her. Thrilled, and determined to ensure that the holiday is as good as she possibly can make it. She is taped together with Christmas cheer and glitter, and is determined to do everything she can to make the holiday shine.

Cries at every Hallmark video.

Is overly forgiving of anyone who is not in the spirit, even going so far as to accept the obvious slights against her, rather taking it with a smile rather than discomfort. She’ll think of them over the holiday, wishing for their happiness, and that whatever it is that has upset their heart will be resolved.

Assuming she has not involved herself in their affairs. Is absolutely the type to stalk a grumpy neighbor to get to the root of their holiday dissatisfaction in the hopes of spreading cheer. As her partner, it is your duty to not only keep her on a leash and out of jail, but to also reassure her when her heart shatters with the reality that she will not be able to change everyone’s holiday.

Hold her together when the realization hits her.

And know that the days to come will be froth in an arrange of responsibilities. Kanroji’s dedication knows no limitations, and so, she must set herself to the task. To give the perfect Christmas. If you have shared any holiday traditions with her, know that she will do everything, I mean everything to ensure that the sentiment is held to the nines in perfection. Really, I think this is the only area that Mitsuri could be frightening during this spirit.

She is a stickler for following tradition in part because she believes that it is the ability to perform such consistent rituals that bring the joy to her family and loved ones. So much so that any disturbance in the pattern may land a little harder than you may expect--- it’s not a big deal to you, but it is for her.

Hold her. Remind her to dance to the Christmas music as she bakes. Hold her waste between her arms, whisper the sweet compliments of how delicious her cookies smell. Dare to lick the batter from the spoon. Pull her back to the small joys of the season. Reassure her that her presence is more far more valuable than anything that may await under the tree, nor the wreaths that have adorned every nook and cranny. Tease her neck as she rolls out the dough, breath in the scent of vanilla that has painted her pores, and when the cookies have finished from the oven, peel her away from the kitchen, and the duties she has assigned to herself.

Wrap her in a thick, snuggly blanket. Press her to your chest, sip on eggnog, and snack on popcorn as the cheesiest of Hallmark movies plays. Allow her to fall for characters, choke down every absolutely unlikely story line, and savor the way her lights light up. The sparkle they adorn, the hush of her breath, and gasps at kisses, and just enjoy that this individual, this same creature who cries at movies, and feels devastated when she has to choose in a love triangle is the very same who has little cuts littered across her finger tips earned by threading cranberries because she once again chose, to love you far more than you will ever know.

The Stone Hashira

The holiday can go either way for the Stone Pillar.

On one hand, there is an old comfort of the holiday season that warms his bones, reminds him of his little ones, and on the other hand, leaves him weary and tired from the expectations of those around him.

The push and pull, commercialism, the demands of gifting, and the duties of the season are all heavy burdens for Gyomei. The Stone Hashira is a peaceful individual, one who is deeply affected by his environment, and as an individual who seeks the depths of the season, to bear witness to the bastardized holidays that have overtaken traditions is likely to hit him a little harder than it will others.

Not in a sense that he hates the holidays all together. Himejima is the sort to be swept by childhood nostalgia. Warmed by a familiar scent of cookies, the same the monks may have brought to the temple in his youth. To hear the distant tunes, hummed in the middle of the night in a solemn bow. To witness the warmth of the season expressed through good deeds, and intentions is how he wishes to spend the holiday.

At the same time, the rush of the holiday season is quick to leave him melancholy. As though he has imposter syndrome, struggling to understand those around him who have overly committed themselves to every event like Kanroji or Rengoku, or those who will happily dip into funds like Uzui, Gyomei is likely to struggle to find a happy place amongst the bustle of shoppers, and the overbearing holiday music.

Ghosts of holiday past will likely bear on his soul, the nostalgia on one hand can be a gift that delight him with memories, but on the other can haunt his waking hours. Worried over whether he has done enough this year to make it special, craved to spend just one more holiday with his lost adopted children.

He will see them in everything around this time, and the passing of little ones on the streets can bring as much joy as they can harm.

It is a burden Gyomei does not dare place on anyone, nor does he blame anyone for the weight that he bears. It is a shackle to a pass, to a future of what-ifs, and because of this, he is at arisk of drowning in a depression, suffered to the voices within his mind, and as such, you may find him quieter at this time of year.

His touch a little more distant than the usual way it meets your own.

Distracted.

As such, you will find that for the Stone Hashira, it’s the moments of solace that you will witness his breath. The small pull of his breath, his chest reignited and sparked back to life as the crowds thinned out. The last remainders of demands slowly, but surely dissipate like smoke to the air. Just the quite drift of snow, small children delighting in a snowball fight.

Sparked wars of frost, laughter, childhood joy.

The way the holiday should have always been before consumerism flooded the intentions of the holidays. Siblings normally torn into disputes, rather shared small treasures with one another, a chocolate from the mailman split between the two with genuine consideration. Unbothered who it is that may witness such displays of good behavior.

To be allowed to spend the still ness of the night before the holiday after having endured the onslaught of family, visitors, and wrappings, content to have your head in his lap. The thread of his fingers through your hair. Hummed small music that he cannot remember the name of, or to perform such a ballad on his flute as children are tucked not their beds. The gentle glow of the lights to warm his skin, and your presence to touch his soul. Peace, and quite, and a quite joy that elicits a smile between the press of his lips as he continues to blow.

To Himejima, the holiday has little ties to the gifts beneath trees, or the financial deviations. It’s the time to spend together, to enjoy each other’s company. To laugh over memories, to greet the year to come side by side. A kiss at midnight, crafting the finishing touches for the early morning. To know the delight of the children to come.

To dedicate the night before the holiday, to hearing you read a novel aloud. The hitch of your chest at stunned moments. The warmth of the blankets bundled together is a sense of peace that no other moments could compare.

Except for the day you greet your child’s first holiday.

A gift from the Stone Hashira would be one that encourages self care, little lotions, aromatherapy, even a bath bomb set. Something that will assist you with unwinding in whatever way that comes naturally to you.

The Mist Hashira

Melancholy is a common emotion throughout the holiday season for the Mist Pillar. The distant memories, bittersweet as chocolate beneath his teeth. Recollections of pillaging through the snow with his brother, hanging adornments with his mother, fetching firewood with his father.

For Muichiro, the holiday bears a significant weight upon his heart, and at times, can result in his melancholy morphing into downright cynicism. A damning down ward spiral that will very likely result in his absolute apathetic approach to life. The outward way in which he ignores the delight of those around him, or worse, the way his biting words may land on those who dare to wish him a happy holiday, the jabs while childish insults are still scathing none the less. They will leave scars, as Kanroji is no stranger to being on the receiving end.

It’s a burden far heavier than one his age should endure, nor carry alone. Yet, he does not dare to approach others with the struggle. Content to hoard himself off from those around him during the holiday season.

Asking for assistance does not come naturally to him, and to admit that he needs the aide is an internal grapple that he must face. As such, the demands of the holiday, such as forcing niceties that he does not mean, and dodging the abundance of cheer can wear on his mental state, and lead to a quicker burn out than one would expect of a preteen.

Because of this, it will be the moment in which you delight in the joy of the season. The natural way that children should. Rolled snowmen, laughing amongst the snowflakes despite the obvious threatened frost bite that threatens your fingertips, your dashing through the snow burning your lungs and rosing your cheeks. Innocent, and lost to child delight and expeditions.

An ambush of snow, threatened and playful, or the way you drag him to the ice rink. Invite him to see your touch, to lean the palm of his hands into your own as he presses forward on wobbly legs, years since he has dared to ice skate. The last time with his own brother.

Playful, and light.

The laughter as you slip and slide, the jovial atmosphere. Innocent and warm.

Slide one into another. A half hazard dance that knows no steps, nor sense of rhythm. Just the natural way that you fall into one another.

It’s what he needs to embrace the holiday season. To turn a blind eye to the heavier demands of the season, and to just enjoy the holiday for what it is. The ambience of decorations. The warm glows of Christmas lights sipped between cocoa, as you wander street to street gasping at the displays. The aesthetic of your wandering into the night beneath the stars, illuminated only by the lights of strangers’ homes.

Muichiro is the sort to enjoy the decorations most of all.

And not even the extraordinary displays that department stores will set up, or competitive neighbors. The Mist Pillar would delight in even the simplest decors. Small lights strung by elders who are no longer able to heave themselves up ladders, but still wished to participate in disappearing traditions.

A warm Muichiro is quick to offer heaving the lights upon the roof himself.

The truth is, Tokito enjoys the holiday season. Just as much as those around him, perhaps even more so, but he struggles to admit this. Has to swallow the bitter pill to allow himself to enjoy the time of year as he used to, to welcome the deep meaning of the season. To savor the company of those around him.

To know that they mean something to him.

To accept that he means something to them.

Truthfully, his ideal date would be simply wandering from decoration to decoration, sipping on hot cocoa. Laughing at what it is you see, loosing himself in the glow of the night.

A gift from the Mist Hashira is likely to be abstract. One with deeper meaning than you may expect, so much so that upon opening the gift, you’re likely to wonder what it is you are looking at regardless of how pretty it is. Confused at the tilt of your head as you search his own gaze, one that is proud.

In the same sentiment, Muichiro is rather accepting of any gift. He’ll happily accept even the cutesy mittens you have knitted for them, wearing them every opportunity that arrives.

The Snake Hashira

Online shopping KING.

Is smarter than everyone, and has discovered online shopping. As such, he has already received every single gift, in perfect condition far before any of us have dared to brave the stores.

It’s his natural disposition to avoid other people that has him confident in his shopping skills, so much so that if Iguro has forgotten someone, he is secure enough to conclude that they were not worth purchasing a gift for in the first place.

His gifts are wrapped shortly after their arrival, and awaiting your attention beneath the tree.

Despite how it may appear, and I completely understand if this catches you by surprise, Obanai delights in the holidays, but he would never openly display such joys. He’s not like Kanroji in openly greeting others. His well wishes are small.

Opening doors for someone struggling with packages.

Leaving a small gift at door steps to be discovered.

The Snake pillar hides his holiday cheer well, and it is met with the utmost sincerity in maintaining holiday traditions. Much like a checklist that has necessary tasks, no one is more skilled at meeting the challenges of the holiday as Obanai is, nor as calmly as he accomplishes them.

Obanai needs no directions in what needs to be done, and if you are the sort to put things off, you may find him accomplishing your tasks for you. Whether you like it or not—it’s not meant to be rude, rather than he has taken the task up on your behalf to free up more of your schedule. Especially in the event you are a social butterfly.

But he is skipping out on parties.

In truth, it’s one of the few things that Obanai cares about in regard to the holidays. He has no extreme expectations for gifts, though he will not reject your gift should you offer him one. He will openly refute a gift from Tomioka, and other people he does not favor. He is not one for caroling, nor is he drawn to the thrill of bar hoping, vacations, or parties, and so at an initial glance, you may think that the Snake Pillar has no interest in the holiday season.

The truth is, is that he places more significance on the traditions over all else. He savors the familiar feeling of traditions, the comfort and nostalgia of routine habits. Time spent together, is always his favorite.

Because of this, you can trust Iguro to complete all of the tasks necessary to ensure that you can focus on your holiday traditions, whether brought on from your own family, or ones that you have created together.

He is content to decorate the home in advance, to wrap all your gifts along with his, to pour himself into making the perfect cocoa, or picking up eggnog. He’ll ensure that you have your ugly sweater for the holiday office party.

Or prepare meals in advance for the holiday nights to come.

He’ll even bake cookeis for neighbors, or your friends so long as you do not expect him to hand them out in your place.

Due to his natural deviation from strong scents, I also imagine that the holiday season can often lead to him feeling touched out a lot sooner than he normally may, and as such, you may witness him recoil from socializing a lot sooner, and so much more intolerant. It’s likely the strong scent of cinnamon that has shooed him from your side.

All for the sake of ensuring that your traditions together will receive the adequate attention. Time decorating cookies together. Engaging in a silly play back and forth, licking the icing from his cheek. Hanging the tree star, his hands at your waste as he supports your weight, leaned in and delighted at the lights that glow. Lighting the fireplace, building a snowman, or crafting an entire gingerbread village. Snuggling into matching pajamas, and curled up with the same rerun of Home Alone, or Elf as you do every year.

It’s your time together that Obanai will pour of all himself into tasks to complete to ensure that he will be able to snag your attention at all costs. Warm into one another, silly as it may sound. Tried and true, but it’s the comfort that warms his soul.

Reciting poems against the fire would be his dream come true.

Allows him to berath, to trace circles upon your hand as you laugh at the same scene you have seen a million times, and will see a million times more.

But, he can never bring himself to admit how dearly he treasures this moment. How desperately he worked for it, to just bask in your company, to snack on cookies and do, absolutely nothing together.

Gifts from Iguro have always been well thought out, and executed, but always received nearly indirectly. His shyness is likely to get the better of him, and because of this, you may believe that you have received nothing at all.

A written poem, just for you left upon your pillow.

The Wind Hashira

Has Christmas spirit

But will never fucking admit it.

Shinazugawa is a traditionalist at heart, he will pour himself into the holiday in many ways, all while doing his best to appear as uninterested as he claims to be. Struggles to admit, and conform to this image he has boasted of himself. The smallest pout from a little child will fold his “I don’t give a damn” faster than you can whisper ho, ho, ho.

As the older brother, and often times provider for his family, the Wind Hashira naturally wanders to positions that expose him to the needs of others, but being who he is, he cannot admit that he is aware of struggles.

Because of this, there is a lump in his throat when he considers the thoughts of the holiday expenses. Money is always on his mind, how to ensure that he has enough, to ensure the comfort of your life style as well as that for his little brother.

A neighbor lamenting about not being able to find their daughter’s must have wish list, oh the Wind Pillar will hiss his insults. Curse the annoyance, and utter how fucking pointless a toy is when she will have moved on to the next must have in no time.

Just to fucking travel to every damn store in the surrounding areas in search of this stupid doll because at the end of the day—the little girl has always been very sweet, and asks for nothing.

He’ll find the damn doll if it kills him.

Due to his temperament, Shinazugawa has a tendency to pour himself into more than he lets on. His refusal to turn a blind eye will often result in him being lead into a number of commitments all without realizing how he has implicated himself.

He cannot ignore the little old man struggling to carry a tree into his home.

Shinazugawa will curse and utter every fowl word in a glower at the old man for how stupid he is to think one of his age should be doing such labor, all while dragging the tree into his home. Decorating it, and sighing at his annoyances.

The Wind Pillar will do the same when it comes to gifts, he savors the opportunity to just bask in loved ones opening presents he has selected for them. To bear witness to the joy that claims their features. Warmed, and tempted at the way their squeal meets his ears.

It makes him miss his siblings.

It’s this excitement that drives him. Pushes him through store to store, fumbling through shelves determined to find the gift that will draw a smile to your face. One that will remind Genya that he is a child. Impart his consideration of the other Hashiras, but he at the same time, you can expect that depending on who the gift is intended for, and where they are at in their relationship—they’re not going to know that the gift is from him.

Or that he is watching from the bushes.

To the same extent, you will find that the holiday season can weigh on Shinazugawa more than you may expect—he has always accepted so many responsibilities that to deny them as they come up would be like plucking a fish from water.

He cannot explain how it is he became the sole person in charge of preparing the holiday dinner.

It’s because Kyojuro’s straying from a traditional recipe resulted in Shinazugawa banning everyone from the kitchens.

The same traditional values that shooed Rengoku from the kitchens is the very one that will also have him fussing over things that aren’t as prone to mattering. The exact placement of decorations, the gifts to consider parting. He will abide by all holidays rules as though they are a faithful code of conduct, rather than a suggestion.

Yet, he will accept it without a second thought, but he’s going to bitch about it. All while hiding a shy smile behind his hand as he averts his eyes, expressing that it is down to the fact that he needs to get started. Really, he’s embarrassed and overjoyed to hear the sincere compliments that flows from everyone.

The red that meets the tip of his ears as the sweet sentiments fall upon his ears.

He’ll scream shut up already and eat, but oh, he has memorized every compliment to memory.

Struggle to swallow the knot in his throat, stuttering and fumbling at your unabashed praise of his efforts.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #tomioka giyu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #obanai iguro x reader #sanemi x reader

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choolantanavt · 1 year

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Have you heard about Dabloon Tiktok?

If not, allow me to help you. It all started with this cat.

This is Dabloon Cat. Originally, they give you 4 Dabloons and would also sell Soup for 4 dabloons.

Since this moment, the economy has exploded. Currently, I have 733 Dabloons, a small frog companion, a guard dog who is a Karate Master, and a pretty hefty inventory including my Travel Bag, Water Bottle, and Steel Sword.

I use my Steel Sword to protect myself and others from thieves; even though I have a Rune of Protection. I am also part of a secretive anti-capitalist revolution to attempt and properly redistribute Dabloons equally in society.

Many creators in the Dabloon space work increasingly hard to create random encounters that show up on your FYP. What was once simple meme images of cats has evolved into high production value clips full of art and editing. You night be robbed in the streets of the city, you might join a pirate crew, or you might cook a cake with a cat, or meet Bugs the Food Certified cat who will sell you French Fries.

Tiktok has somehow created an entire shared world, with an economy and political leaders and infrastructure (ACAB includes Dabloon Police). Some people speak of inflation but the news stations are suggesting any gifts of more than 10 Dabloons may be fraudulent.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

Why can't Tumblr do something like this. I don't wanna be on tiktok anymore.

#dabloon #tiktok #trend #meme #4 dabloons #dabloon cat #traveler #rest #...#welcome #weary traveler #please rest here for awhile #you deserve it #have 4 dabloons as well #oh and take this bowl of fresh soup please #its cold out there!

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linkeduniverse-writing · 4 months

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General LU Headcanons Part 3

So here's the last part, I wrote all 3 in like. One afternoon so I'm probably gonna come back to it and change a few stuff at some point, but yeah. This part will have Wind, Twilight and Time!

Part 1 Part 2

Wind

The last one awake

And he doesn't feel guilty about it

He's a growing boy! He needs his rest

Besides, when he's actually awake he has endless energy so he considers he makes up for it by sleeping a lot

Sometimes he will carve a little star on a rock and put it in someone's bag for them to find

He loves the confusion on their faces when they find it, and he loves it even more when they keep the rock

Surprisingly, no one has found out its from him yet

He will randomly let out some loud... sigh-scream-groan thing when he's bored

It startles the others and it lets go of his restless energy, so it's a win-win for him

He loves sparring with the others, he finds it so interesting how differently they all fight!

He's also the one always asking them to talk about their home

He just loves learning new stuff, and he's really interested in other cultures, because they're all so different from him

It surprised him how much he doesn't care about blood or gross injuries

He has an almost morbid curiosity when it comes to this, even his own wounds fascinate him

He's the type of person to just go check inside his cuts to see how it's made, or to touch a broken bone just to see if its actually broken, before getting reprimanded by whoever catches him into the act

He'd like to learn first aid at some point, but he still can't bring himself to touch wounds, he's scared of hurting the injuried person

He'll learn by observing for now, a part of him knows he'll have time to actually practice at some point, even if he wishes he didn't need to

Twilight

He tends to stick to people in his sleep

Like he'll move around and wake up almost cuddling someone else, all huddled up against them

Lucky for him, he's usually the first awake so he hopes they haven't noticed yet

He tells himself it's because he's cold at night but the ones who did notice know that's not entirely it

Really good with kids and animals, but he doesn't have as much authority as he'd like to think

He's the kind of guy who can't say no to a kid, or who gives in the pleading eyes of a dog when he has a piece of meat in his hands

And they know it, they know they can do whatever they want to him

The Chain knows it too, at some point

He's a softy

Speaking of, when he turns into Wolfie, he will shamelessly lay down on whoever isn't busy when they have the time to relax

He'll indulge in childish play a lot more as Wolfie than as Twilight, because his instincts take over and he has less impulse control

Which doesn't mean he'll let his guard down! He's always on guard, but still

He hates the sight of blood, but the smell doesn't bother him that much, he doesn't mind the strong metallic scent

But the sight makes him feel dizzy, especially if there's a lot of it, so he tries not to look at it too much even when he helps his teammates

But he's not very good at first aid because of it

He can definitely handle a sick person tho, like keeping everything clean, some warm blankets or cold towels, water, soups, everything a sick person might need, they'll have it asap

A very good and gentle caregiver

Time

He snores so loud

He's not really a morning person, but doesn't like to sleep in when they're on the road

What he does like is staying awake at night and taking more watch time than he should just so he can appreciate the night

The sounds of a sleeping forest tends to calm him down

It reminds him of home

Really good at estimating the time, and really good at remembering when stuff happened

He will remember something happened, not exactly what, but he can say when at least

It can be a curse and a blessing

More a curse when the boys need to be bailed out of whatever cell they've been put in when things go south

He knows it would be hypocritical if he got upset at them, as gravitating towards trouble is a Link thing he soon found out

He loves tasting new foods

When they go into a new place, or when Wild experiments during dinner time, he just loves it

He became Wild's taster and feels honored by it, hes touched that the Champion trusts and cares about his judgment so much

As a thank you he always makes a full detailed review of what he liked or didn't like about the dish, and always try to find at least one good thing about it, even if he didn't like it

He's really good at taking care of injuries, whether his own or other's

But he also has... A peculiar way of doing it sometimes

Warrior still didn't get over that time he plastered some honey straight onto an open gash on his side when they ran out of potions

He claimed it was antiseptic and would heal faster (and he's right! But still)

He's quite indifferent when it comes to other types of injuries or illnesses, and can sometimes underestimate their seriousness, but he's always willing to wait as long as needed when they heal before going back on track

He's also really good at calming them down when they panic over an injury, he has a very reassuring presence

#linked universe #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #lu wind #lu twilight #lu time #i love them your honor #im gonna write some x reader soon after that!!

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Can you do one with sick kate bishop × reader with the prompts "can I have a hug?" And "you're shaking" please

The Comfort of a Hug

〚 Notes - I was meant to post this yesterday but I forgot! oops! 〛

〚 Pairing- Kate Bishop x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Kate comes home from work sick but luckily she has you (and Lucky) to take care of her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 640 〛

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Kate trudged through the front door of her apartment, her body feeling heavy and weak. She had just finished a long day at work, but it wasn't the workload that had left her feeling so drained. No, it was the creeping sickness that had been building up inside her over the past few days. At first, she had tried to ignore it, telling herself that it was just a minor cold that would pass quickly. But as the day wore on, her symptoms had only grown worse. Now, as she stumbled through her living room, she knew that she couldn't keep pushing herself any longer. Her body had reached its limit, and she was about to pay the price for ignoring it.

“Katie?” Your familiar voice called out from somewhere within the apartment, hearing no response, you finished drying up the dish you’d been washing and came out into the open living room to see her weakly rubbing a crumpled tissue against her red nose.

"Oh baby, you look terrible," you gasped a little, rushing to her side to place your palm against her slightly clammy forehead. "You’re really warm princess."

Kate only mumbled something in response, and you frowned. You knew that she tended to push herself too hard, not really knowing when to take a break and you couldn’t help but think that her being out in the chilly, rainy weather all day hadn’t served to help her condition much either. Lucky, her dog, had seemed to notice the increase in noise and padded out into the room, coming to the shivering girl’s side and nuzzling against her leg in an instance.

“Can I have a hug?” She finally whispered, the state of her croaky voice shocking you a little.

“Of course, you can sweetie, come here baby.” You nodded, pulling her close towards you, instantly noticing how damp she was. You continued to hold her close, rocking on your heels a little as she sniffled against your shoulder.

“Let’s get you out of these damp clothes, you’re shaking a little.” You nudged her gently, coaxing her out of your hold, “I finished some laundry today, so I think your favourite purple fuzzy ones are clean again, do you want to wear those?”

Kate nodded weakly, still sniffling as she stumbled towards the bedroom. You followed closely behind, taking note of how she moved slowly, like every step was a struggle. Once inside, you helped her out of her wet clothes, and then helped her into the cosy pyjamas you had mentioned earlier. As you tucked her into bed, you couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for her. You knew how stubborn she could be, and you didn't want her to get even more sick by not taking care of herself.

"Can I get you anything, love?" You asked softly, as you brushed her hair out of her face.

"Just some water, please," Kate croaked out, her voice sounding more strained than ever.

You nodded and quickly went to grab her a glass of water, bringing it back to her bedside. She took a few sips, her eyes closing with relief as the cool liquid slid down her throat.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, her eyes flickering open to meet yours.

"Of course, anything for you," you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before standing up to leave the room. "I'll make you some soup, and then I'll come back to check on you. Try to get some rest, okay?"

Kate nodded weakly, already feeling herself drifting off to sleep with Lucky curled up closely at her feet. As you left the room, she couldn't help but feel grateful for your care and attention. Even though she was feeling terrible, she knew that with you by her side, she would be able to get through it.

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prismatic-bell · 6 months

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I'm so interested by the implications of the phrase "the American and European shift from having meat as a side to a main dish." like what? meat hasn't always been a dietary main?

It has not!

For much of history worldwide, the “staple grain” of an area (usually wheat, rice, or corn, although there are others) has been the main component of food in that area, with vegetables for flavor and filling and meat on the side or as a small component of the dish. And this actually makes a lot of sense if you consider that Gertrude the peasant in 1362 couldn’t just walk down to Ye Olde Wallmarte and pick up a nice sirloin—even if there was a butcher shop in town, she probably couldn’t afford it. The meat in her diet would’ve been stuff like squirrels or crows she managed to catch and kill in her vegetable garden. Maybe, MAYBE once or twice a year she could afford to get a leg of mutton or a goose. Gertrude the Peasant would look at a modern-day American barbecue and assume its hosts were royalty. All that meat? Spices? SALT? (Salt was actually stupidly rare in the Middle Ages because of how difficult it was to mine. The table shaker in your cabinet is more salt than a Middle Ages peasant would likely consume in their entire life.)

Vegetables, meanwhile, are relatively easy to store when you don’t have refrigeration. Beans, peas, and corn can all be dried. Gourds, potatoes, and turnips can last for MONTHS in a cold cellar. Starting in 1809, you could can your fruit and veggies in glass jars. But meat? Either you had to eat it fresh, or you had to go to some serious labor to preserve it—smoking, drying, packing in salt, that kind of thing. It just wasn’t feasible for most people.

On top of that, raising meat properly is expensive. Let’s take a chicken, which is actually relatively economical. You need a coop, which you’ll have to keep clean—every once in awhile you have to literally clean the shit out of it. (Makes good fertilizer, though.) The coop needs to be built securely enough to keep out foxes, raccoons, wild dogs, and snakes. You need an outdoor pen of some kind, because chickens are dumb and absolutely will run off if allowed to do so. The chickens will happily forage here for bugs, but you’re probably going to want to supplement their bugs with feed. You’ll also need straw for bedding, which means either threshing and drying grass or wheat yourself or purchasing it from someone else (don’t forget, you have to do all of this by hand because the only automated machine to really have been invented yet is the water mill). And you need the SPACE for all this, and all of this is before your hens have laid a single egg.

Your hens provide the eggs you use for bread, filler in soup, maybe just poached or boiled as a meal. And they do so in perpetuity for several years. You’re not going to kill one for a meal on a whim—you’re only going to do it if they become a danger to your other chickens or if they stop laying, because otherwise you’re giving up years’ worth of food security for one meal. Same with goats and cows—they’re worth more to you alive and making milk (and babies you can sell at market) than they are dead.

So for a very long time, meat was prohibitively expensive and difficult to get. It was eaten in small quantities, and not for most meals, either. The places this wouldn’t have been true—Arctic and subarctic indigenous tribes, for example—would have been the exception, not the rule. Meat-heavy diets in most of the world came about as a result of industrialization and refrigeration.

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spanishskulduggery · 1 year

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what are some of the most specific verbs you can think of

I realized halfway through that you were talking about REALLY specific verbs and by then it was too late.

So most of these are going to be verbs that you can actually use, just often in really specific situations. Many have other meanings today rather than what they actually meant at the time, but that's just how language is

mantear = to toss someone/something in a blanket (usually in celebration)

agonizar = to die slowly, to be dying

santiguarse = to make the sign of the cross

campeonar = to win a championship

enmadrar(se) = to become very close/attached to one's mother

afrancesar = to become like the French, to take on French mannerisms and culture, to act French

zarpar = to set sail

izar = to hoist, to raise a flag, to raise up (via ropes usually)

aguar = to water down, to add water to

acorazar = to armor up [lit. it meant "to put on a breastplate", but it has come to mean "to cover in armor" or "to add plating" similar to the verb blindar]

enramar = to cover in branches / to put in the branches

degollar = to slit someone's throat

añejar = to age [often said of wine or cheese] / to make something old

elaborar = to brew [lit. "to elaborate" or "to work on", it comes across as "to brew" for alcohol or when you're making soups or stews etc or just anything that takes a long time to get right; it kind of more literally means "to work on over a long period of time", that kind of "elaborate", but it can also mean "to elaborate" as in "to add more details"]

defenestrar = to dismiss / to throw someone out of the window

asomar(se) = to start to appear, to peek out, to lean out [it literally means "to show up upon/above", but it can be "(for a storm) to brew", or "to lean out of a window"... it also shows up in the expression hablando del rey de Roma (y por la puerta se asoma) which is "speak of the devil (and he shall appear)", but literally "speaking of the king of Rome and he leans in the doorway"]

embarrar = to cover in mud / to muddy / "to sling mud", "to play dirty" enlodar = to cover in mud

encanecer = to get gray hair, "to go gray"

ahorquillar = to make something forked / to make something look like a fork

velar = to stay awake / to stand vigil [it also means "to put on a veil", but velar as "to stay awake" is literally just no dormir "to not sleep", so it can be "to stay up all night"; the idea is related to "vigil" as in "the people who stay awake to keep watch", so it can be understood as to defend or to watch over someone especially at night]

arborizar = to forest, to plant trees

dactilografiar = to type [an old word; it literally means "to write with one's fingers", today it's usually teclar or tipear or just escribir but this especially was when people used typewriters]

emboscar = to ambush [lit. it means "to put in the woods" or "to (hide) in the woods"]

soslayar = to lay something on its side / to bypass

rociar = to spray, to sprinkle [lit. "for it to be dewy" or "for there to be dew"]

compincharse = to conspire [lit. "to become accomplices", "to accomplice oneself"]

pavonear(se) = to peacock, to parade around [lit. "to peacock", where it's related to el pavo real "peacock"; sometimes it's "to strut" and is compared to the walk of a turkey or peacock]

cabalgar = to go riding (on horseback)

encabalgar = to enjamb [in poetry], to use an enjambment / to rest upon

desengañar(se) = "to come to one's senses", to become disabused of a notion [lit. "to un-fool oneself"] / to become disappointed (by the true reality of a situation, usually)

morar = to dwell

ensimismar(se) = to become withdrawn, "to go into one's own little world"

ladrar = for a dog to bark, to bark

mugir = for a cow to moo, to moo

maullar = for a cat to meow, to meow

empalagar = to cloy, to be sickly sweet / "to lay it on thick", "to be overly kind/sweet"

engatusar = to trick (with flattery)

empanar = to bread, to coat in breadcrumbs

cecear = "to lisp" [it's related to the pronunciation of C, Z, and S; where el ceceo is excessively lisping for some people, but regionally that's an accent usually in parts of Spain]

ahijar = to adopt (a child), to care for a child as if they were your own prohijar = to adopt (a child)

amadrinar = to be a godmother, to sponsor a child (as a woman) amadrinar(se) = to become a bridesmaid

apadrinar = to be a godfahter, to sponsor a child (as a man) apadrinar(se) = to be a groomsman, to be the best man at a wedding

amainar = for wind/storms to die down [can also be used for headaches or panic attacks, generally something involuntary or a force of nature "dying down" or "stopping"]

peregrinar = to go on a pilgrimage, to make a pilgrimage

veranear = "to summer", to spend a summer somewhere

untar = to spread or smear (butter/cream cheese, anything spreadable)

amistar = to make friends, to befriend

enemistar = to make enemies

empollar = to incubate, to sit on eggs [lit. "to en-chicken" and I think that's beautiful]

parpadear = to blink [lit. "to eyelid"]

enchilar = to make spicy [lit. "to add chilis to"; it also means "to annoy", "to bother", "to make someone angry", or to feel other negative emotions in some countries - probably because "spicy" is related to "anger" or feelings of resentment in some expressions]

desahogarse = to vent, to unburden oneself, to talk about one's problems [lit. "to un-drown oneself"]

canturrear = to sing to oneself, to hum, to sing under one's breath [I think this is a mix of cantar "to sing" and tararear "to hum"]

azogar = to cover in silver / to fidget [lit. related to el azogue "quicksilver" which is the old word for mercury, it's believed azogar as "to twitch" or "fidget" is related to what people would do if they were suffering from mercury poisoning like from cinnabar]

encapuchar / encapotar = to cloak, to put a cloak on

embutir = to stuff, to pack / to stuff oneself, to pack food in your face, to wolf down

empachar, empapuciar, empapujar, empapuzar = to be sick to your stomach / to get indegestion / to eat (to the point of feeling sick) / "to be fed up", "to be sick of"

apedrear = to stone, to throw stones at someone (to death usually)

apellidar(se) = to take on a surname, to take a last name [it's also "to be called" same as llamarse but for last names - like "my last name is"]

ningunear = to give someone the cold shoulder, to ignore someone [lit. "to nobody someone"]

desamar = to fall out of love

romancear = to translate into a Romance language [usually Spanish and/or Latin; but it means something a bit different now]

callejear = to wander the streets, to gallivant

algodonar = to stuff with cotton, to bunch together a lot of cotton / to insulate or block up (usually with cotton)

esquilar = to shear (sheep) / to cut off a lot of hair, to shear

desquiciar(se) = to become unhinged [lit. it means "to come off its hinges" for doors; but it came to mean "to lose one's mind" the same way "unhinged" does in English]

encarpetar = to file away / to put in a folder / to shelve / to bury in paperwork

merendar = to have a snack / to have tea time [lit. "to have la merienda" which in some countries is translated as "a snack" or "high tea", but it's one of the meals of the day like a light lunch or second breakfast kind of thing]

anegar(se) = to flood, to become flooded/inundated

escopetear = to shoot with a shotgun

desacralizar = to demystify / to remove the holy or godly quality of something, to remove what's intimidating about something

encastillar = to fortify / to place or lock in a castle

desafinar = to be off-key, to be out of tune / "to be/sound out of whack" [usually said of the voice or musical instruments]

desahuciar = to evict / to declare something or someone to be a lost cause / to declare someone is terminally ill

trajear = to put on a suit / to look nice / to get dressed up

neologizar = to make up new words or expressions

Also, there's embarcar and desembarcar which are "to embark" and "to disembark"... but literally it means "to get on a boat" and "to get off a boat", which now extends to other stuff

Also very specific - aterrizar is "to touch down" or literally "to land on earth", so it now applies to planes "landing" or rockets coming back. But in that same vein:

amerizar = to land in the ocean

alunizar = to land on the moon

amartizar = to land on Mars

And so on... so you could say ajupiterizar for "to land on Jupiter", or aplutonar "to land on Pluto" in theory

You also have a lot of cooking verbs like this - encebollar is "to cover in onions" or "to add onions", or a very specific but useful one is hornear "to bake" which is literally "to put in the oven". There's also endulzar "to sweeten" or salar "to salt". There's also aceitar or enmantequillar which are "to oil" or "to butter", related to untar... though I believe both aceitar and untar can also mean "to bribe" [standard is sobornar] sort of like "to grease palms" in a way.

...Things that are really specific but also commonplace because of cooking

Related but you have verbs like almibarar "to cover in syrup" or "to honey", or almidonar "to starch" for clothes where it's "to add starch"

I would also add two that are in some contexts really specific - acostar(se) which is often "to sleep" or "to have sex with" literally means "to lie down on one's side"; and tumbar(se) which is also "to sleep" or "to go to bed" generally means "to lie flat on one's back" which I think is related to how bodies were placed in tombs [tumbas] hence the name

Also important note: there are many words that gained additional meanings over time, especially in technology. The prime examples are encender and apagar where encender meant "to light a fire", but it came to be "to turn on (an electronic device)" and "to turn on the lights" - similarly apagar meant "to extinguish (flames/a candle)" and now also means "to turn off electronics/lights"; these actions probably came from lighting lamps or candles etc but became different over time

Another good example is navegar "to navigate" which originally meant "to sail in a ship" which came to mean "to navigate", and also today means "to explore" or "to surf the web online" or "to browse"

And of course, who could forget desparangaricutirimicuarizar which is from a tongue twister involving a town and a volcano, don't worry about it

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