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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for how i played DnD?

I will try to keep this short but give enough info. At the time of the incident this past year, I was 19. I had made a few friends at uni. Someone brought up Dungeons and Dragons and as a group we decided to try it. There were 5 people playing as characters, including me, and one Dungeon Master (DM). The DM is 24, and the other people ranged 19-22.

Maybe it is just who I played with before, but it had always been stressed to me to do actions my character would do. Follow the actions the character would follow. For example, I played in a campaign with someone who in real life is the sweetest, kindest person, but their character was very mean and vengeful. It was fun! They would want to heal someone, but knew it was out of character so decided to NOT do that, and it was realistic for the campaign.

THAT is how I was taught. That is how I've always played. So it comes time for the first session with the uni group. It was a one-shot to learn how to play for the two people who hadn't played before. It was stated that this was solely to learn mechanics, the characters we were would not be used for the actual campaign. Cool!

Well, in this one-shot I had a character who was very self centered. The type to put themselves over the health of the rest of the group. I had never played that before and wanted to try it. It came to a fight and I was wounded and so was another player. This player hadn't played before and chose to run away and abandon the group. I chose to do the same thing because it was in Character. However, I happened to have the one item that could have stopped the cult from taking over and essentially starting the apocalypse. Thus, because I ran, it doomed everyone else.

It didn't seem anyone minded at the time, it was to learn after all. The DM mentioned then that it is a shitty move to choose to run, and you should fight regardless of if you die. I thought that was a stupid thought, why fight a losing battle, but whatever.

We ran through our first campaign that was over a month long. We all died but had a lot of fun. I then turned 20 and had a flare up (I have a chronic illness), I told them they could do a campaign and I would join in once better. The DM didn't want that because I would be joining partway and ruin the integrity. So they decided to postpone.

I got better, all good. I was sick and hospitalized for a week, then a week after I recovered. So it was 2 weeks. We met weekly, so it was only 2 weeks that we were out. Prior to this time we all met on Mondays, but after this i would have to go to therapy on Mondays so DM decided to switch the days to Thursdays which everyone could also do.

We started a new campaign and me and another player decided our characters would be intertwined. They played a character who had been royal and after the usurpation of their throne, they were on the run. I played the loyal knight who would defend them til my death. We made it VERY evident that I would protect them til my death, with no hesitation, and would defend them from any action that could cause them harm.

A fight broke out in our party and the hothead started coming after the exroyal. In character, I put myself in between the two and verbally told them to stop or else I would make them stop. Hothead character escalated and pushed mine and then threw something at the exroyal. Of course, irl we all were laughing and having fun, except the DM. The DM was trying to get everyone back on course.

Now, I could have decided to ignore this and go towards the obvious direction the DM was trying to steer us. But my character would NEVER have let a slight like that occur. So I didnt. My goal was to simply slash at the hothead, but got a nat 20. The DM CHOSE that I killed the hothead. That isnt what I wanted but I went with it and had the great one line of "take this as a warning for the rest of you".

The person who played the hothead was dying of laughter and didn't seem upset, they had a second character ready. Well, at the end of the session the DM asked me to stay behind. They told me that I was a terrible player and that every session thus far, I played the character instead of doing things that would help the newbies. I was also apparently annoying and "you shouldn't turn against those in your party". I told the DM I'm sorry they felt that way, but in my mind it wasn't intentional to kill the dude I simply wanted to like give him a warning. The DM said I was teaching the others bad morale and cooperation, and brought up me running during the oneshot and how I doomed everyone else and it was shitty. I felt bad apologized and said I would think about what they said and then thanked them (that's the customer service representative in me lol).

Well the next week was the week prior to our break. I asked what time we were meeting and was told we weren't meeting this week by the DM. Okay that works. Well, turns out they DID meet. I found out after exroyal messaged me and asked if I felt better and what they can do for me. Apparently, DM told everyone I was having a flare up, when I wasnt. I am not a confrontational person, but I texted DM saying I didn't appreciate that they lied and DM replied saying that it was my fault for playing DND the way I did.

As a few of them messaged me individually, so I texted all the members individually and told them I was not sick and stated that DM had told me there wasn't a session.

Well, we decided to meet at my place and not tell DM. We didn't play DND but a board game. DM found out and started calling me an asshole and how they've been accommodating for me with my illness and the sessions, which they have. DM says they made one mistake and am punishing them for it. I have a lot of anxiety and do feel bad now... AITA?

What are these acronyms?

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loganbcrnes · 2 years

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you are the bane of my existence and the object of my desires

pairing: Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: Feral Alpha Sy moves to a cabin owned by one of his old army buddy Logan. over time a relationship with his Omega neighbor blossoms. One morning hes thrown into a rut and you help him through it.

Tags: 18+, ABO, feral Alpha Syverson, Omega fem!reader, smut, dom/sub, knotting, orgasm, angry feral Sy, hard sex, pussy eating, oral, language, slightly connected to the MCU, mention of The Red Room, though a different interpretation of it, mention of Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

words: 3.9k

Authors note: hiii, finally written an abo sy oneshot. there isnt enough abo fics in the Henry Cavill universe, but there should be imo. this is pure filth just so yall r warned. A bit of backstory on my version of Captain Syverson. Hes originally born in Norway, but moved to Texas, USA when he was 2 years old when his father got a good job offer. hence why his name is Bjørn Syverson, though throughout this fic he just goes by Sy. It is mentioned that he has brothers which are August Walker, Walter Marshall, Sherlock Holmes and Clark Kent, all were separated from birth, but after the death of Sy's parents, he united with them. hopefully in future fics, i can delve more into their backstory. :)

Readers ethnicity and body type isn't mentioned as i want everyone to feel included, just that she is European.

For a few passing seconds, you’re frozen with fear. It was drilled into you at a young age that a feral alpha in rut were dangerous. That you should never let yourself be alone with one, in case the unthinkable happened. But this isn’t just some feral alpha, this is Sy, who takes care of you with a gentleness you never thought you would get, a gentleness you never thought anyone could posses, let alone a feral alpha.

Feral alphas weren’t rare, but they weren’t exactly common either. Feralness mostly only occurs in male Alphas that have experienced traumatic events in their life, mostly veterans. And unfortunately governments are unable to equip the right tools to help these men. Since WW2 they have become more and more common, but scientists are never able to find the right cure and treatments to help them.

They say the only thing that would reduce the symptoms are compatible omegas, preferably mated. betas can too, but not to the extent omegas can. Eventually they end up going rogue if they are apart of a pack, if not, well they distance themselves from society, they seek out to the wilderness where they can be in their true form.

Now with Sy, being a veteran and POW, made him more prone to go feral. When he was saved from an old unit he was apart of, he began his recovery in a hospital for vets and feral alphas.

Things weren’t easy in the beginning, losing a leg and not having his own independence put him on edge all the time, but once he got released, he didn’t hesitate to move to the mountains in Canada. An old army buddy and alpha mate to his brothers, Logan, owned a couple of cabins and lent one to him. His brothers were against it, continually reminding him that their pack could take care of him and his needs. They didn’t mind Sy being with their mates, but it wasn’t them he didn’t trust, it was himself.

Sy would hate himself for evermore if he hurt them, he didn’t want to risk it. When Sy moved to the small cabin, he noticed he had a neighbor not so far away. He avoided you as much as possible in the beginning, but over time he started chatting with you, walking past each other on morning runs with their dogs, and in the end they became friends.

He learned that you moved out here because you wanted to start over. You had a difficult childhood from losing your mother to cancer and moving to a foreign country not knowing anyone nor the language. And when you thought your life was getting a better hold of itself, everything came crumbling down when you were kidnapped and taken into human trafficking.

It took 4 years before you were free from The Red Room. A place where they would experiment on Omegas. You spent a year in a mental hospital for omegas to recover. You were alone with no friends and family. You were in a state of depression and hopelessness. You wanted to get away from everything, so you discovered an ad of cabins for sale in Canada and set foot.

That was now 2 years ago, and don’t regret your decision for a second. You both took solace in each other, having similar experiences made the connection between you even stronger. It was nice having someone that wouldn’t tiptoe around you or took pity in you.

It was hard getting close to Sy in the beginning. Some days he was more closed off than others, but you understood it, and remained patient. Over time friendly feelings turned into romantic and you knew that Sy would never hurt you and had to remind him that occasionally.

His brothers came for a visit one time to give him a talking, convincing him to let himself feel love for once.

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“Sy?” You whisper, trying to shift in his arms once more. The scent of leather and wet forest reeked throughout the room, has slick already wetting your underwear, far more than you’re used to, and you know straight away hes gone into rut. You’ve never shared your heat with anyone before. The idea of being so vulnerable around another person always filled you with dread especially after what happened, but even with the looming rut of the Alpha that holds you in his strong arms, all you can feel is a sense of belonging.

“Alpha, wake up.”

Despite your soft tone, Sy wakes with a harsh gasp and digs his fingers into your soft flesh on instinct like he’s trying to drag you impossibly closer to him. A surprised moan falls from his lips as he grinds up against your ass. “Oh, god -”

“Shh, it’s okay, Alpha.” You coo, reaching back to carefully run your fingers through his shaved head. “It’s okay, I’m here.” “Fuck, ya’ smell so good…” Sy groans at your scent of sweet ripe peaches and you give a discontented cry at the idea of not getting to help your Alpha through his rut. “If I continue, I won’t be able to stop ‘mega.” He growls. “I don’t want you to stop,” You whine, carefully pressing back against him. There’s nothing more to Bjørn Syverson than his careful, shielded control over his instincts, and as much as you love that about him, you want nothing more than for him to let go and pound you mercifully into your bed. “Let me take care of you, Alpha. Please?” “I could claim you.” He grits out, his words and actions stark contrasts of each other as he keeps rolling his hips in sharp movements. “I-I can’t take that choice from you, sweet ‘mega.” “This is my choice, you’re my choice.” You’ve never heard yourself sound so sincere and desperate at the same time, but you can feel the tightening need curling low in your belly. His scent is singing through your veins, lighting up your inner Omega in a way you’ve never felt. “I’ve never wanted anyone before you, but this… this is right." You’re on your back before you can even blink, Sy’s strong hands pinning you beneath him. The expectation was for him to rush into a devastating kiss but he sat back slightly and simply… looked at you. He studies your face intently, looking at your beautiful reddened cheeks splattered with freckles and the odd spots from your unbalance hormones, an issue that has been bugging you for the past few weeks. He watches as your hips grind up in search of relief. When he finally leans down, you try to meet him halfway but he dodges your kiss to bury his face in your neck. A groan vibrates through his chest and into yours as he inhales deeply, and you happily curl your fingers in his hair to hold him there. “Oh, honey…” Sy kisses your pulse and nuzzles against you, his beard the perfect rough contrast to the soft press of his lips. “You goin’ into heat, ‘mega? Just needed you’re Alpha, didn’t ya?” “Yes, please!” You beg, your nails clawing his head, dragging him down to slot your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Every touch, every hint of his scent, every breathy groan that came from his lips makes that warmth spread through your entire body. Sy kisses you eagerly, caging you underneath him. He feels impossibly bigger above you and your inner Omega blooms with comfort and love. So you let yourself revel in it, no longer fighting off the instincts that beckon for you. Sy almost yelps in surprise when your thighs hook around his waist to drag him down closer but he follows your lead happily and goes to grind his clothed cock against you - just like you were expecting. Mischief soars through your chest as you twist and grapple until he’s underneath you, your mind egging you to make him prove his strength. A flash of concern darts through those pretty blue eyes of his, as if he’s worried you’ve suddenly changed your mind, but the sight of your playful grin just makes him smile in return. He lets you grab at him for a moment, barely bothering to bat your hands away as you try - and fail - to pin his arms at his sides. Amusement rolls through him. Oh, his sweet, fierce Omega. If you want him to show you his true worth as your Alpha, he’s going to deliver. Sy grabs you by your waist and drags you beneath him once more, a low growl ripping through his lips as you erupt into excited laughter. Both of your wrists are secured in one of his hands where he pins them to the mattress above your head and you feel so… helpless. The man above you is the picture of Alpha - chest heaving with every breath, eyes wild with need yet perfectly in control, gray briefs tented with his impressive thick length. He exudes power and you can’t get enough. “Gonna be good for me, Omega?” Sy rumbles. “Yes! So good, I promise.” You’re on the verge of begging, but before the honeyed words can drip from your lips, Sy quickly and carefully strips your pajamas from your body before ripping his off as well. There’s no stopping the garbled groan you give at the sight he makes above you. With your newly freed hands, you let your fingers trail down his hairy chest and stomach, watching enraptured as goosebumps follow your touch. “Good girl,” He guides your hand to his thick engorged cock and rolls his hips to thrust into your fist, not bothering to hide the way he practically purrs. You can see the bright intensity that burns through his entire being in each clench of his jaw and ripple of his muscles. He’s holding back, though, tempering his movements like he’s afraid he’ll scare you. Feral alphas don’t have a good reputation, they have little control over themselves. They take what they want, leaving nothing behind. But you trust Sy, and you don’t trust easily, especially with alphas, but Sy is different. You watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. “Taste so fucking sweet ‘mega”. Sy growls as he licks your clit.

“So fucking hot, Darlin’.” Sy growls. “Been wanting to taste this sweet pussy since the day I met ya’. Kept holding myself back for so long, but not anymore ‘mega.” He said looking up at you.

You moan at the intensity of his words. “Yes!, please alpha don’t stop” you desperately beg him. Sy doesn’t waste any more time and goes down on you once again. His whole body is stretched out, his feet planted on the floor to hold himself in his position. You have never seen anything more beautiful.

You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance as if it’s the last meal he eats. You feel the hard tips of Sy’s fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.

He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge. He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. “Come for me, little ‘mega” You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You can’t hold it in anymore as you come to your release. “Alpha!”. You moan out as you arch your back, Sy continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.

It took a few minutes to come down from your intense orgasm. Sy moves up pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. “You did so good for me, Honey.” He praises as you. “Mmmm” you hum, keening to the praises.

After a few more moments, you’re a whimpering mess again, grinding your clit against Sy’s muscular thigh. Sy growls as he pulls back, “Alpha,” You whisper, cupping his jaw gently to get him to meet your eyes and drawing him close for one last soft kiss before you guide him to scent your neck. The pheromones that pour off of you has his breath stuttering. “Don’t hold back.” A desperate growl fills the air as Sy manhandles you onto your hands and knees, He doesn’t even have to say the words before you’re already presenting yourself for him, your back arching with your face buried in the sheets, and two big hands settle on your thighs to spread you out even more for him with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now. “Oh, pretty girl…” Sy groans, trailing his fingers along your slick cunt and smirking at the way you chase his touch with a needy whine. Two thick fingers tease your entrance in slow circles before sinking into you to the knuckle and Sy chuckled darkly as you writhed beneath him. “Gonna feel perfect ‘round my cock, aren’tcha?” “Pl-ease,” You stutter out and Sy seems to take pity in the desperation your voice holds for him. He hushes the disappointed sound you give at the loss of his fingers, his hands massaging at your hips soothingly. The scent of your heat and his rut permeate the air and curl around each other until they’re one, a combination of you both hanging in the air with a sense of finality. Of destiny. Sy knew he was right where he belonged, where he was always supposed to be. He just had to reach out and take it. Twin groans fall from you both when he finally presses his cock against you, only pausing a moment before pushing into you in one long, slow thrust. Fuck, you knew he was big, could tell by the way he fit in your hand alone that it would be a stretch to fit him inside of you, but you didn’t expect… this. To feel so full, like you could feel him in your stomach. Instinct has you arching further into him, enticing him to move, to fuck you quick and hard. A warm hand settles at the nape of your neck and squeezes, holding you firmly to the bed, and your body and mind both melt into a submissive haze. If the authority that he holds in that one simple movement wasn’t enough to have you following his every command, his words that follow definitely would’ve. “Stay still, little Omega.” He growls out, his chest plastered to your back as he settles his large frame over you. The sharp nip of his teeth against your shoulder makes you shudder. “I’ll give you what you need, don’t you worry. Gonna knot this pretty pussy, make you mine.” Sy fucks you just like that - towering over you with his hand clamped on your neck, kissing and licking and biting his fill of your soft skin. You were expecting him to fuck you rough and fast right from the jump, but his first thrusts are slow and precise, and it takes a moment for your heat crazed mind to realize he’s savoring this. He’s taking the time to memorize how your cunt feels around him while he still can, before his rut fully takes him from his careful and calculating self to a pussy-drunk and needy Alpha that wants nothing more than his sweet Omega underneath him. Slapping sounds fill the room as he quickens the pace, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against your pussy, you let out pornographic moans and he continues to force your face into the bed by your neck. You’ve always wanted this, craved it ever since you were a hormonal teen, just wanting to be taken apart by a strong alpha. his fingers find your clit. A groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt flutters around him at his stimulation and you feel the first signs of his control crumbling in the way he thrusts into you sharply. “Alpha,” You whine, your voice low and pleading so very softly for him. “Please, I need you, need your knot -” The world falls out from under you as Sy pulls out suddenly, the exact opposite of what you were searching for, but you can’t voice your disdain before you’re on your back, blinking surprised up at a wild feral looking Sy. He doesn’t waste time slamming back inside you, fucking you hard without warning. “Perfect fuckin’ Omega,” Sy spits out like he’s enraged, but you keen beneath him nonetheless, pressing your legs to your chest as pleasure sparks across your skin. “Lettin’ me fill you up, takin’ me just like your s’posed to.” He growls, making you succumb deeper to a submissive state, making it known to Sy he can do whatever he wants, your body is his. Sy bends down sucking on one of your nipples, you moan as even more pleasure fills your body from the sensitivity of your nipples. You look down, watching as his fat cock thrusts in and out of you, his pubic hair getting wet from your slick. His balls tightening with each thrust. Thoughts of him rubbing his balls over your face fills your mind, but was quickly interrupted as Sy slightly changes the position. He holds your body closer, your tits pressed against his sweaty hairy chest. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on. “Sy, I-I’m gonna–” “I can smell it,” he groans, mouth your neck just above where your bond mark would be as he sucks harshly on it. A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate. His hand grips your jaw suddenly, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention through the haziness overtaking your mind. “Gimme those eyes, thaaaat’s it… you love this, don’tcha? All cock drunk and pretty for me, huh?” The praise washes over you like a salve to your aches and you open your mouth when his thumb drifts over your bottom lip, watching the way his eyes darken as you lick the tip of his thumb. Sy eagerly lets you draw it between your lips, even sliding it in and out like he would if he were fucking your mouth, and he lets out a low, “ah, fuck,” You can feel the flare of his growing knot catching with his every thrust. “Cum for me again, Omega,” His voice carries the undeniable thread of Alpha dominance, a command that cannot be denied even if you wanted to. Your body shakes beneath him as his fingers threaten to send you directly into over-stimulation, unable to keep your eyes open under the fire of pleasure blazing through your body. Sy’s face falls to your neck where your head is thrown back into the pillows and he greedily takes in your pleasure-drenched scent. “That’s my good girl, so fuckin’ good for me. Fuck.” “Sy,” You whimper his name so sweetly as you tangle your fingers in his hair and it sends him over the edge into a devastating orgasm. His growl is more animal than man as his knot locks him inside of you. He buries his head and finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, claiming you as his. Screams blow past your lips, your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood. “That’s it ‘mega. Doing so good for me. So perfect for your Alpha.” Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to anyone as you do right now. You start to get overwhelmed with emotion as tears begin to fill, the connection between you and Sy binding stronger than ever and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now. Sy sucks the bond mark, easing the pain. “C’mon, ‘mega, bite me. Gotta mark me, too, Darlin’, c’mon,” He urges and for a moment you think your muddled mind is making you hallucinate. It isn’t exactly unheard of, an Alpha accepting their Omega’s mark, but it isn’t common, either. An alpha accepting a bite mark showcases an alpha submission and devotion to their omega. Your heart flutters in your chest as you lean up to kiss his neck before giving him a matching mark, right above his collarbone. Sy lets his mind run on that primal instinct of cleaning and caring for his mate, carefully licking the mark he left seared into your skin. It takes a moment’s shuffling, but Sy shifts until he’s got you settled on his chest to wait out his knot. It’s endearing, the way his hands rub up and down your bare back soothingly. His balloon size knot spurting out warm cum inside of you, you moan at the sensation and Sy growls lightly. Soft kisses slowly turned into licks, you were a little confused “what are you doing?” “Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it. It goes on like that for a few days. In between the desperate bouts of fucking and sucking, Sy insists you let him feed you. Little bites of fruits and the protein rich heat snacks you kept around for this very scenario, held up to your lips by your insistent Alpha. The one time you tried to sneak from your bed while he slept ended with you fucked and knotted over the kitchen island. And even though it was a slightly uncomfortable position to be stuck in… It’s everything you want, everything you’ve ever wanted without even realizing it.

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truth-bound · 2 years

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To the new players on Splatoon 3!

For any battle type:

Always remember to booyah back! this means at the start of the round when a player on your team presses booyah, say booyah too! it lets old players know youre communicative and pay attention to your teammates. Its friendly. Its polite. Its honestly gonna make the whole game more enjoyable if you can use the little bit of communication there is.

theres no in game chat function so booyah and this way are the best way to let your team know what's up! booyah when your teammate did something cool! its a morale booster

plan your specials around your teammates. is your special better for support or slaying? check to see if there is already a cooler up if u have it, cus the effects do not stack. and in salmon run specials can be what saves the whole team!!

check your map! not only does it show the current ink coverage, it also shows enemy players if they have taken damage even without being marked. you can jump back to spawn if things seem dangerous and you can jump to teammates. keep in mind that teammates might not be in a safe position for you to land in. anyone can see where you will land and can try to jump kill you. knowing the map itself for good jump points and seeing if the teammate is in a well inked area helps.

Ink spawn. Always. Dont think it applies to X mode? It does. Even in anarchy battles (which splat 2 players might still call ranked out of habit) you should ink spawn. Why? multiple reasons! It keeps your base safer than not. helps maneuverability in getting back in. It helps build your special, which can be incredibly useful for a push. generally speaking, an inked base is a happy base. EDIT: I dont mean ink spawn immediately for anarchy battle, the first push is critical! Use the spawn for free specials to push when you're behind! And dont be thorough in anarchy battle either, prioritize the objective over turf inked unless you have a very good reason otherwise. the movement is also more for a path back to spawn than anything. having escape routes is important.

For turf war:

Inking ground takes priority over killing. Yes if they are dead they cant ink but the respawn time is pretty fast, about 5 to 7 seconds. Also, inking builds special. it is the only way you build special. kills do not build your special. Inked ground both gives a tiny amount of damage to the enemy when they step on it, AND gives you more coverage, AND gives you quicker escape options, AND is the deciding factor of winning the game.

Walls do not count towards points. Only ground. Inking walls isnt useless though, but don't think that inking them all will help you win, its more for maneuverability.

Last second bombs can decide a match. If you have a sub to throw and there is roughly one or two seconds left on the clock, throw it no hesitation. after the match time is over, it will still pause for a second to allow all subs and specials that were out at the last second to explode.

Hide in ink. This should be self explanatory. You aren't as visible if you are submerged in ink and you are faster in ink than walking. if you hide while an enemy player is nearby, and they dont think to check whatever puddle youre in, you could get a sneak attack. another point to focus on inking!

For salmon run:

Learn to squid party! its just jumping and changing in and out of squid to inkling (or octopus to octoling) form very fast so u kinda look like a blob. it might be frowned upon to squid party in other modes but this is totally fine and encouraged!

Pay attention to your teammates positions. Dead teammates cannot help more than sit there and hold a single egg. throw a bomb or shoot at them to revive them. they take priority over eggs in most cases.

Use this way liberally. This way points towards where youre looking. Use it to say hey theres a boss here.

LISTEN TO TEAMMATES. if someone says help or this way go to them. its worth it. they know what theyre doing. usually.

Losing on wave 3 doesnt lower pay grade. It sucks to lose but wave 3 sucks slightly less to lose on.

thats all for now! have fun and i hope you enjoy my favorite game series of all time ever. woomy!

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #inkling #octoling #splat3n

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slutforavatar · 1 year

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Bestfriends help bestfriends

Pairings; Lo’ak x Omatikaya!Reader smut

A bit of Reader x Ao’nung

Summary; Just two bestfriends with extreme sexual tension

Reader is aged up to 18, Lo’ak and Ao’nung are aged up to 19!!

PURE FILTH!

Warnings; Weed smoking, making out, fingering, oral (male receiving), praising, degrading, Jealous!Lo’ak, public fingering, face fucking blah blah.

Part 2!!

word count; 3.6k

Your POV

“No way you find Mr sully attractive” Ao’nung laughs as he splashes me with some water “oh shut it” a pink tint spreads across my face as I think of my bestfriends dad’s body, my face heats up but my thoughts were interrupted by someones voice “ew you have a crush on my father” Kiri fake gags “can we change the subject please” I look down at the water and a smile creeps on my face at the colourful fish swimming around my legs “is that why your bestfriends with lo’ak?” Kiri smirks as the question slips from her lips, I look up at the girl and confusion clouds my mind “what do you mean?” I furrow my brows at her words “well you think my dads hot and Lo’ak looks like dad” Ao’nung lets out a laugh next to mr, i turn and shoot him a glare “dont encourage this fishlips” he throws his arms in the air and smirks “and no i’m bestfriends with Lo’ak because is better then both of you skxwangs” I shot them both a glare and I head towards the shore “we are so much better then Lo’ak” I laugh to myself at Ao’nungs words, no one could ever be better for me then my Lo’ak. “Lo’ak where are you” I creep my head into our Mauri, my eyes scan the area in search of the Sully boy but to my dismay he isnt in there “Y/n” my head snaps as I hear Lo’aks voice behind me “come” I look up at boy, i look over at his hand and I see the a leaf wrapped up in his hand, i knew what it was instantly and I knew what he wanted to do. Whenever Jake makes Lo’ak feel unworthy he comes to me with the hallucinate herb and we smoke it together, Ao’nung and Rotxo was the one to introduce us to the herb and gosh do I thank him for that.

I watch closely as Lo’ak places the rolled leaf with the herb inside between his lips, my eyes shift to his chest as it rises as he inhales the smoke “whats going on Lo” i rest my head on his shoulder as he exhales the smoke “nothing” he says blankly as he holds the leaf infront of my face andi lift my arm and I take it gladly. I place it between my lips and I inhale the smoke, holding it in til my lungs search for air then I exhale “you only ever want to do this when your father degrades you” I pass it back and he holds it in his hand “he doesnt understand how hard I try” he then takes another hit then exhaling “no one does” my heart hurts at his words, i lift my head off his shoulder and I turn to face him “i understand Lo’ak” I place my hand on his free one and I caress it softly “I understand it is hard for you to move from everything you know to a place you know nothing of” I wince at the emotionless look on Lo’aks face, I’m losing him, hes losing himself. “Neteyam has adapted” he says blankly before taking another hit, I climb onto his lap and I lift my hands to his face. I cup his face in both of my hands “stop comparing yourself to Neteyam” I sigh “you are perfect” I place a small kiss on the tip of his nose then I take the herb out of his hands then I take a hit, i hold the smoke in then I slowly exhale, blowing it into Lo’aks face “im so glad your my bestfriend y/n” he laughs as he fans the smoke away from our faces “what would you do without me” I smirk as I lean closer to him, chest on chest and our faces just some inches apart “I wouldn’t have anyone to get high with would i?” he cocks an eyebrow at me and smirks, my eyes shift from his eyes then to his lips, a warm sensation buzzes between my thighs as I feel his hands on my lower back “y/n” Lo’aks voice pulls me out of my thoughts “how high are you i was speaking to you and you were just zoned out the whole time” he laughs and my face heats up, my breath speeds up and my chest rises and falls rapidly, I need him. “You okay?” I nod slowly at his words the only thoughts running through my mind right now was how badly i was craving his touch, god whatever Ao’nung had given us this time must’ve been 10 times stonger. “Y/n are you sure your face is really red and your breathing really shallow, you better not be having an allerg-“ I’m not even listening to his words “kiss me” his eyes widen “please” I whine and within seconds his lips are on mine. If i was sober this would not be happening right now, my lips wouldnt be locked with my bestfriends as I’m sitting on top of him, or so I try and convince myself i would. His tongue glids over my bottom lip signalling for me to open my mouth, I do as he wants and I let my mouth fall open, he slipd his hot tongue into my mouth and comes in contact with mine. Our tongues dance and fight for domanince, he then pulls his tongue away “stop being bratty and let me win” he mumbles against my lips as he pulls my body closer to his, he then slips his tongue back in and I let him win this time, i feel his hand in my hair then he tugs at it causing me to moan into his mouth “y/n!” my eyes shoot open as I hear Tuk call out to me “y/nnn!” her voice gets closer, I pull my face away from Lo’ak and a string of saliva connects to our lips. I look down at Lo’aks face and a dark red shade covers his face and his pupils are huge “c-coming Tuk” I pull my body off Lo’aks and I fix my hair before the small girl discovers me “hey tuktuk” I smile as the small girl runs towards me “come on the village is having a ceremony and Tsireya is gonna put some paint on our faces” She smiles widely and pulls my hand “yes yes im coming” I walk off with the small girl towards the Mauri’s.

“God how much did Ao’nung give you” Tsireya questions as she places the many colours of paint on my face in a certain pattern matching hers and Tuk’s, I laugh at her question “what ever do you mean” she looks at me as if i’m stupid “dont act dumb you reek of it” I mentally face palm myself, tuk could probably smell it all over me hopefully she doesn’t ask what I smell of “this time it was so strong” the girl looks at me “how so?” my mind runs back to the memories of my body on top of Lo’aks as his tongue explores my mouth “well” I laugh nervously then I look around to make sure no one else was nearby to hear “Lo’ak and I had a very heated.. moment” she pulls away from me and “no way” she smiles widely “what” I cock an eyebrow at her “everyone has been saying that you and Lo’ak have huge sexual tension whenever you guys are together” I roll my eyes at her words “we only made out and its not gonna happen again” I shrug and she continues doing my face paint “you cannot tell anyone okay?” “yeah whatever” she smirks “reya promise me, no one can know it was a mistake and it wont happen again so I dont want everyone knowing” I look at her seriously “yes Y/n i promise, now sit still im almost finished” she puts a few more pink dots under my eyes then pulls away “done” She smiles as she examines her work on my face “thankyou reya you saved me, i could never do this myself ” I laugh then i place a small kiss on her cheek softly then I walk away towards my Mauri to find Tuk and Kiri. “Y/n” Tuk calls out to me as I walk into our Mauri “hey everyone” I look over at Neytiri and Jake and I smile at them softly “you look awesome y/n” I smile at Jake and Neytiri’s compliment “were matching see!” Tuk says to her parents as I pick her up. “Pretty” she places a hand on my cheek softly, trying not to mess up the dry paint on my cheek “have any of you seen your brother?” Jake refers to Lo’ak and his absence “No sir not since before around sunset” Neteyam replies as Kiri puts some yellow face paint on him “I saw him jus-” but I was interrupted by someone else before I could finish “Im here sir” Lo’ak drops his head as he walks into the Mauri “get ready for the ceremony, Kiri or y/n can do your face paint” Lo’ak nods at his fathers words then raises his head to look at me “I’ll do it” I walk over to Kiri and I grab some of the Clay paint then I sit on a mat, Lo’ak then sits across from me “what colours would you like?” he doesnt look at me he just turns his gaze to the paint “whichever you want” he shrugs, he turns to face me then closes him eyes. I’m confused on why all of a sudden hes acting like this yeah we made out just before but it wasnt that bad?. I scoop some of the red paint onto my fingers then I place my fingers on his cheek, I drag my fingers across his cheek then over his nose and then across his other cheek. After finishing his face I move my focus to his chest, I collect some more paint on my fingers then I start placing different colours across his chest, I feel his gaze on me then I look up at him, our eyes locking and I smile softly at him “dont go all awkward on me because of beforr lo’ak” his body tenses “im not” he replies dryly and I roll my eyes “y/n I got us matching flowers for our hair since our paint is matching” I look up at the smiley girl standing infront of me, shes holding a medium sized pink and white flower in her hand “are you able to put it in my hair for me honey” I smile softly, I love tuk with my whole heart she is just like a little sister to me i care deeply for her “of course” she gently tucks it behind my ear “see were matching” she turns to the side so I can see the matching flower in her hair “thats so cute tuk, you look beautiful” I place my hand on her shoulder “why dont you go with Kiri to the ceremony now and Ill catch up yeah?” she dashes off excited. “Your good to her” I turn my gaze to Lo’ak “hm?” I place the paint to the side and I stand up “your good to tuk” I chuckle at his words “shes a little angel”I walk over to the makeshift bench and I grab the shell necklace that Ao’nung made for me

“can you please help me tie this on?” I watch Lo’ak as he walks towards me and takes the necklace in his hands “this is nice, who made it?” I gather my hair to the side “Ao’nung” “oh” he snaps back, my brows furrow in confusion why was he so annoyed that Ao’nung made me something they dont hate eachother anyone, i decide to ignore it. His hot breath fans on my neck as he ties the necklace up, my knees feel as if theyre gonna buckle “done” He pulls away “thankyou, now lets go before they start”.

“Y/n you look awesome” Tsireya pulls me into an embrace “someone amazing did my face paint” i smirk as I pull away from her body “she seems like she knows what shes doing” she giggles “your ego is so high” I laugh “oh shush, the ceremony is about to start you’ve got to find someone to dance with quickly” I groan at the idea. I look around at the glowing bugs flying around lighting aswell as the big sticks with fire on them sticking out of the ground, there is a group of elder woman singing loudly as everyone dances with theyre mate or partner to the voices. I feel a big hand on my shoulder “Y/n, It’s Ao’nung. I turn to face the boy “oh my favourite person” I say sarcastically and he laughs at my words “nice necklace” his fingers skim my neck then he plays with the shells on my neck “wanna dance since we both dont have a partner” he looks down at me and I hesitate at his words, I look around the people to see if I can see Lo’ak, there he is sitting on a log by a fire, i turn my attention back to the tall figure infront of me “sure” I grab his hand and I drag him towards the people dancing, he wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck, he pulls me closer to his body and my breath hitches, Lo’ak’s gonna kill me. I look over at the spot I last saw Lo’ak sitting and there he is, glaring at me, i smirk then i bring my mouth to Ao’nungs ear “wanna help me piss Lo’ak off?” I can already tell hes got his signature smirk on his face “im always up for pissing him off” I smirk at his words “good, because you gotta help me make him jealous, grab my ass” My gaze never leaving lo’ak “you sure?” I just nod in response, i feel Ao’nungs big hands on my ass then he squeezes hard i let out a small Huff noise, Lo’ak sees this then he stands up and I smirk once again “good its working” I mumble. Lo’ak walks towards us but then stops at a random girl, he then grabs her hand then walks closer to us, his eyes never leaving mine, he then stops and starts dancing with her. Jealousy pings in my stomach “we need to do something bigger” I growl in Ao’nungs ear and he chuckles “hes beating you in your own game y/n” I sink my teeth into Ao’nungs shoulder earning a hiss from him, i then pull away “stop talking skxwang” I look over at Lo’ak then I slowly grind against Ao’nung, Lo’ak shoots me a glare then he places his hands on the girls sides, they travel down to her ass and he squeezes her ass softly while staring at me. Jealousy hits me again, thats my bestfriend, my boy not hers to enjoy. I squeeze Ao’nungs shoulder hard in anger “dont let him win y/n” he looks over at Lo’ak “touch me Ao’nung” his body tenses against mine “w-what” he looks doen at me surpised “you dont have to, only if your comfortable with ut, but if you are i ask you nicely to put your hand between my legs and touch me” my gaze still never leaving Lo’aks “since you asked so nicely who am I to deny” His arm slides down my arm then lands on my thigh, everyone around us is too distracted to notice what were doing so I had no care, his hands push my loincloth to the slide slightly so he could get his hand between my thighs, once his fingers come in contact with my heat I let out a soft sigh “shit y/n your so wet” his finger slides through my slick, i stare at lo’ak, his eyes drop from mine to Ao’nungs hand between my thighs then back to my face and I bite my lip softly. Lo’ak then realises whats going on, that was his last straw. He pulls away from the girl he was with then storms over towards me, I smirk feeling as if i’d won. Within seconds Lo’ak had reached me, he places his hand on my upper arm and grabs it tight “get your fucking hands off her” his face just inches away from Ao’nungs “now.” it sounds like venom as he spits out his words, Ao’nung pulls his hands from between my thighs then smirks “if you ever touch her again, I’ll kill you” He glares at the Metkyena boy infront of me, Ao’nung throws his hands in the air then smirks and backs up then before I know it im bring dragged away from the village towards the shore.

“Ow your hurting me” I try and pull Lo’aks hand off my arm “I dont care” he grunts then squeezes me harder, i hiss at him the he stops walking then faces me “who do you think you are letting someone touch you like that infront of the whole clan, infront of me” he lets go of my arm and I let out a sigh “jealous are we” i smirk as I place a hand on chest “why would I be jealous over a whore like you” his hand finds its way in my hair then he tugs it back, i let out a groan “you makeout with me not to long ago then you go and let a guy finger fuck you infront of the whole clan? god didnt know my bestfriend was such a little slut” i roll my eyes at his words then I open my mouth to respond but then he crashes hisnlips onto mine, he moves his hands to my jaw and he squeezes it tight causing me to open it slightly, he then slides his tongue inside my mouth, I clench my thighs together trying to releave some of the tension between my thighs. He then quickly pulls his face away “your mine alright, no more letting guys touch you like that, no Ao’nung anymore got it slut” he squeezes my jaw tighter “uh huh” thats the only way I could show that I agree “look at what you’ve caused” he looks down at his hard cock thats bulging up against his loincloth, i feel pride in knowing that I caused my bestfriend to get hard “gonna help me with that slut?” I nod eagerly “knees now” He pushes me onto the sand, i sit up on my knees “m’ gonna help you” I look up at him as I place small kisses on his thighs “thats right your gonna help your friend out with the problem you caused him” he groans as I get dangerously close to his cock “hurry up y/n” i smirk at his neediness “needy much?” I tug at his loincloth making it fall to the ground, his thick cock then springs out and hits his stomach, my eyes widen and my mouth waters “shit your so big” I look up at him “you must have a thing fot boosting peoples ego’s y/n” he smirks “you dont even need me to boost your ego, its big enough” He rolls his eyes at my words “gonna shut you up with my cock” he grabs his cock and I open my mouth wide then I stick my tongue out, he slaps it on my tongue a few times then he finally slides it into my mouth “mm so warm” he groans as my lips wrap around his cock “take it all” i squeeze my eyes shut as I attempt to take more of him “good girl take it all” he lets out a small moan then I quickly pull my head back but making sure to leave his tip inside my mouth “too big for you” he smirks then i lower my head again taking him more and more “gonna fuck that warm little throat of yours” he places his hands on my head then thrusts slowly into my throat, I take a deep breath through my nose as I try not to gag “mmm so good” he keeps his eyes on me as he thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth, he thrust’s inside my mouth again and I let out a gag “gagging already?” he lets out a laugh “ts’what you get for doing what you did with Ao’nung, little slut you are” he thrusts faster then lets out a hoarse moan “gonna make me cum so quickly” I gag once again, i dig my fingernails into his thighs as hot tears stream down my cheeks “so close baby so close” he quickens his pace “l-look at me baby” he pants, i open my eyes and I look up at his flushed face “such a good girl letting me fuck your face like this” i rub my thumb on his thigh “c-cumming fuckfuck” he lets out a string of moans as his hot cum shoots down my throat. He thrusts into my throat a few more times before he slowly pulls out, once he pulls out i let out a gasp then i suck in some air “such a good girl” he rubs my cheek softly, I look up at his flushed face and i smile “all mine” he runs his thumb across my cheek as I look up at him “all yours”

kinda rushed, dont like it

#avatar way of water #avatar #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak sully #loak sully smut #smut #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam sully smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #requests #lo’ak x reader #jake sully #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader

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babyhatesreality · 9 months

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Hi honey🍯🍯

May you can do daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader refuse to eat her meal bc she got called fat that day and when they are trying to feed her she cries and ran to her room and cries in the corner with her stuffy after a while petie goes to her and ask her why she won't eat and she tells between sobs that she's called fat today and don't wanna eat and he conforts her with cuddles and falls asleep after that petie tells daddies what happened after awhile she wakes up and daddy bucky hug her and tells how perfect she is and goes to dada Steve and petie and maybe they get her to eat (she isnt really fat)

Just much comfort and fluff 💖 it's actually on a true Story bc i get called fat often and sometimes I get Afraid to eat soo I just need some comfort about it

My darling honey bee <3 I'm so, so sorry that that happens to you. I have a lot of the same struggles myself, all the time. Let's get some Daddy Stucky comfort to deal with these mean thoughts, shall we? I'm tackling this as a head canon and writing away some of my own issues. I'm right there with you, babe.

From the moment you heard someone else at school talk about "that fat girl", your anxiety kicked into high gear. Didn't matter that they were talking about someone else- all you heard was the word "fat".

As you went through school and college, you were constantly aware of the pressure to "stay thin but not too thin" and kept hearing the phrase "you'd get a date if you lost some weight" in your head on repeat.

You developed some not-great eating habits as a result of the constant pressure and anxiety.

When Steve and Bucky came into your life, it was one of the things that you asked them to help you with- after much, MUCH lengthy discussion.

You'd held the secret for so long that telling anyone else your fears was incredibly nerve-wracking.

Your super soldier daddies took it on as their personal mission.

Steve was a stickler for healthy eating anyways, so this was right up his alley. He was always sensitive and caring about it, but his firmness and structure really helped you find your footing and start to enjoy and not just endure food.

Bucky was all about the healthy food too, but he also taught you that it was okay to indulge every now and then. The both of you had issues with feeling that you didn't deserve good things, so by splitting a cupcake every now and then, you two worked through that side by side.

Every now and then the insecurity would rear its ugly head, and you found yourself sobbing, curled in a ball, feeling like you were too fat and therefore in your mind so ugly that you'd lose everyone who ever loved you.

Steve and Bucky would just hold you in these moments, whispering to you all the good you were doing for your body, how healthy and beautiful you were, reminding you that it didn't matter what the world said about exterior beauty. THEY thought you were the most beautiful little baby they'd ever seen. They reminded you that you were loved and always would be, no matter if you gained or lost weight. You were perfect to them.

And over a long period of time, you began, very slowly, to hear what they were saying. They'd never lie to you. They love you, and always will.

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imvriix · 2 years

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l𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨!

summary ;; — the trio in the golden age arc being completely smitten with someone who is aware, yet ignores it by acting dense.

featuring + contains ;; — griffith, casca, guts x gn! oblivious! reader [ seperate ], set in the golden age arc, reader being a bit stupid, hinted corruption kink in griffiths.

devilman crybaby version

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— guts

bro is mad

he just doesn't understand. has he not been obvious enough? why does he have to do everything around here? he can't decide on whether he fell in love with an idiot or if your taking the absolute piss for the hell of it.

it was hard enough admitting he had fallen for someone to himself, so why did you have to make it even harder for him? he was torn between giving you a peice of his mind or just getting it over with.

it isnt like you didn't notice his attempts either, you threw in indirect teasing here and there, yourself. but you were so sneaky about it that it made him mad as well as flustered and embarrassed.

if its your ego thats forcing you to make up excuses about his behaviour, the two of you will be dead before your feelings are put across.

we all know about guts's ego, especially in the golden age arc, so even if he subconsciously admitted it to himself, there was no way in hell he would actually voice his affections.

it'd likely be brought up by someone else, the two of you being forced to actually do something about this mess of a crush you both had on the other. yet you still feign innocence, it isn't until guts accidentally lets his feelings slip that you both begin to move forward in your relationship.

the two of you sat with everyone, drinking and toasting to one another happily. you drank your booze in slow sips, putting your glass down every so often and engaging in conversation.

guts sat next to you, not drinking nor talking. merely staring. at you, in particular. you felt his gaze on you, yet you ignored it all the same, the feeling of him knowing that you were aware of how much of a sticky situation he was in with his feelings making him incredibly annoyed.

but when you laughed at something someone had said, covering your mouth as your laughter was gentle and melodious, full of gentleness and never mockery, his annoyance disappeared.

he was never able to stay mad at you, no matter how hard he tried.

this " small " crush of his got in the way of his swordsman ship too, thoughts of you flooding into his mind whenever he would wield his sword. images of your smiling face and pure joy took over his thoughts, making him lose balance whilst daydreaming more than once. it normally ended with him sulking up against a tree.

he sighed and took your cup, sipping from the same place you had placed your lips. he averted his gaze from you, now blankly staring forward as he fought of a light blush from his own actions.

you noticed this and blinked, " would you like a drink? i can get you one, if you like. " you smile at him as he internally groans.

anymore of this and he doubts his capability of keeping his sanity.

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— casca

it did put her in a frustrated mood whenever you so cleverly avoided her extremely obvious, and almost pitiful, attempts at making a move on you.

she would often go pout in a corner, and if anyone besides you interrupted her pouting time after her plans failed, she would snap.

if it was you, that was another story.

her mood would be lifted, even though it had been your density that put her in that state in the first place.

from helping you with errands, giving lingering touches, being protective, noticeably nicer and softer towards you nothing seemed to tell you that she was so deeply in love with you.

it was more like obsession at this point, but let's not get into that.

you would always make up excuses on her behalf, " shes only trying to be helpful ", " its her way of being a good captain, of course she'll be kind to one of those she leads ", " she must truly see me as her family for her to be fond of me enough to be with me when she can " my fucking ass. you loved her and she loved you, but you subconsciously worried about her simply being friendly so you forced yourself to see it as such when it was so much for different.

what made it even harder for her to blame you was how you always smiled at her, eyes always filled with warmth and innocence that she so desperately wanted to protect.

so, instead she sulked about how your enchanting nature had her in a chokehold.

but maybe she wasn't being forward enough, she wondered.

you sat up against the trunk of an oak tree, the calm wind combing through your hair and the soft sunshine reflecting on your face. you were so tired, running errands here and there all day. yes, it may have been your fault for being unable to say ' no ' to people asking you for favours due to your caring nature, although it tired you out.

casca worried for your kindness.

she saw you up against the tree as she snuck a glance at you, lightly gulping down her nervousness. she wondered if the reason she was unable to win you over was that you were too angelic for someone like her, too polite and sweet.

she walked towards you as she sat down, you opening your eyes to look up at her as she asks, " tired? " you nod in response, letting your head nod off in exhaustion, " I've been asked to do favours all day. not sure i can take anymore running around. " you joke as she takes your exhaustion dead seriously, her lips forming a thin line.

" you're too sweet, " she blurts out, pinching your cheek as you take it as a friendly gesture, " if anyone bothers you too much by putting their own lot of work on you, tell me. ill sort them out for you. " she promises as you giggle at her protective reaction, " no, its alright. i like helping out where i can. " you smile, and she almost forgets her troubles completely, and she would have too if it weren't for your tired eyes.

you sighed and averted your gaze forward, slowly closing your eyes as she stared at the sky.

it wasnt until she felt the weight of your head on her shoulder that she looked back at you.

smiling, she lifted one of your hands to her lips as she kissed your knuckles, finding a new confidence within herself to know that you let your guard down enough to fall asleep when you were with her.

maybe things weren't all so bad, it was cute seeing you make up excuses to yourself anyways.

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he found it cute.

griffith is known for being straight forward without the need for words, his actions doing the talking for him, but with you, it wasn't so simple.

it wasnt because of anything cliché, you didnt think he was too good or that you didnt deserve his affections and all that sappy stuff, it was just that you weren't sure how to react.

sure, you liked griffith, but you preferred to keep your feelings to yourself.

you were a private person, even if you were sweet and teasing at times, so you flat out ignored all advances griffith made towards you.

he didn't make them obvious, but they were noticeable enough for you to realise.

and you indirectly shut him down every time.

it honestly shocked him a great deal, why wouldn't you want him to love you and give you his affection? it didn't make sense.

but it charmed him even more, making his newfound admiration something far bigger than a simple crush.

you were sharp and pure, his realisation of you having no fear yet no malice towards him had him wrapped around your finger. it was basically an addiction. a very unhealthy one that you were subconsciously aware of, but ignored.

he wanted to test his fun, to see what you were able to ignore and smoothly shut down without others noticing and what would make you flush.

he found that nothing did the latter.

but we all know he isn't one to give up so easily.

he was so determined to win your affections the way you had won his,

you sat behind him, your hands weaving through his curly hair as you fiddled with the soft strands. you hummed a light tune as the fresh and scented flowers the two of you sat in the middle of swayed around your legs, vibrant blossoms as far as your eyes could see.

griffith had his eyes closed as he listened to your calming hum, leaning back on his palms as he enjoyed the feeling of your dainty fingers on his scalp.

as the gust of wind hit the two of you, you remove your hands from his hair as he slightly pouts at the loss of contact. he suddenly leans back onto you, the side of your heads pressed against eachothers as he lays his weight on you.

you dont react at this, letting him use you as a pillow with nothing to break the silence, until he feels the need to hear your voice, " y/n. "

" griffith. "

" have i told you of my end goal? " he asks, side eyeing you as you shrug, " you've told me of it briefly before, is it to have your own kingdom? " you questioned as he nods, " and when i do, will you rule alongside me? " he stares at you as you stare back, your eyes innocent and round.

he wasn't sure if he wanted to corrupt you or if he wanted to protect your purity.

" i do not care for ruling a kingdom, but if it's support you seek, i will be of as much use as i can. " you smile warmly as he carries on staring at you. most would have been unsettled by his blank gaze, yet you welcomed him in his every aspect, you didn't shy away and you didn't fear him, but you didn't hate him for a pitiful reason, either.

" you being on my side is more than enough support, it's more than id even ask for. "

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#berserk #griffith x reader #guts x reader #casca x reader #berserk x reader #gender neutral reader #berserk x gender neutral reader #golden age arc #berserk manga

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munsonology · 1 year

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sav maybe its cause I'm like super horny tonight but:

Perv!BestFriend!Eddie. He can't help thinkkng of you as slightly more innocent then him. Of course it isnt that you don't do anything (or maybe you haven't), but you stay at home more often than not whilst Eddie goes out to the bar to play with the band. Eddie would go to high school parties dealing, whilst you would much rather go see a movie or stay home reading a book. He suspects you haven't done much but isnt sure, which is why he always brings up his escapades.

He has mentioned things he's done with girls (and maybe a few guys) and you haven't really mentioned much. He likes to watch you fidget and squirm, clenching your thighs together subconsciously. The way he can tell you are flustered without blushing, makes his heart skip a beat. But you're best friends!! It's okay!! To tell each other!! And hey!! You're best friends!! Let's talk about kinks!! Totally fine!!

So one day you come in to his room, sit on HIS bed, and are like "okay so we are best friends right?" Which he scoffs and rolls his eyes at, DUH of course you are! No one else would willingly hang out with "the freak". You go on to mention how you went on a date- his brain stops. You never mentioned a date. Now he's flustered and interrupting every two seconds "uh best friends don't keep secrets what the fuck". "Well I wasnt sure if it would work out, so I didnt want to mention it". Eddie may be a little pissed but you distract him by saying "I need a favor." "Sorry sweets, can't go on the run for murder again". You roll his eyes and grab his hand, staring deep into his eyes as you say," yeah no, don't need that, but Kyle said I was a terrible kisser snd I want to be better so can you please teach me how to kiss?"

Which is the last thing Eddie expects but of course he will teach you how to kiss!! Only best friends get that honor right?! And hey, let's teach you how to give a hickey too! And maybe once you start grinding on him subconsciously, he'll help teach you how to make a guy feel real good with his mouth

(not that you had any intention for this to turn out such a way I mean cmon its not like you've had a crush on the guy and had gotten off to the thought of him before)

OH MY GOD!!! Bestie your mind has me 🤯 one of my fav types of fics is the character teaching reader sexual things. There’s a fic on a03 I never saved and it was the first Eddie fic i ever read last summer and like the talent on this app, it was a MASTERPIECE! I can’t remember who wrote it tho 😭

The chipotle people hooked my bowl all the way up and now I got the itis so apologies if this is all over the place 😭

I feel like since season 4 came out everyone on this app has synced and we’re all horny at the same time 😭 i can’t be the only one who noticed

But back to you! I love pervy bff Eddie too! I think he assumes you aren’t interested in sex because he doesn’t see you with anyone or talk about sex as openly as he does. And it could be because no one is Eddie and it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else. So you focus on other things like school, your hobbies, etc

But when you go out on a date with Kyle (I giggled at this because there’s always a Kyle at school that does the most questionable shit 😭 was it just my schools??) Eddie loses his shit at the lunch table. He had to hear it in the hallway outside mrs. O’Donnell’s class so he couldn’t pay attention the entire class.

And suddenly you’re bringing this Kyle around the party. So he starts bringing his conquests around too. And even tells you in full detail how he fucked some girl in the alley behind the hideout or how he got a bj from the hot plumber fixing his neighbor Janice’s sink. It goes on for weeks like this, he watches how your thighs clench when he describes having a jerk off with Chase from the basketball team in the showers after gym and how Mandy from history class squirted all over the van seats (you did question why the floor was a little damp…). Each story is more than the next and eddie drops his pretzels on purpose just to pick them up (super weird for him because you’ve never known him to clean up anything at home!) and under the table what does he see? Sweet little you grinding your pussy and squeezing your thighs on the bench of the cafeteria bench. He notices the tremble when you cum too 😭

But it isn’t until you ask him for help with that peabrain Kyle that he takes the opportunity to show you the ropes of sex. And not just fucking! He shows you how to kiss so good any guy would get hard from just that, and how brushes of the arm can ignite a fire. And it evolves to Eddie showing you how to give bjs and handjobs, and he fingers you, eats your sweet cunt (he’s saving your ass for a later time). It goes like this for months until finally you confess that Kyle ended things after 2 dates. You did all this to be closer to Eddie. And Eddie confesses he was showing you how he likes to be pleased, not other guys and especially not Kyle.

You wanna fuck him now! But he wants to take his time with you. Light candles around your room, scatter roses on the bed, worship your body how it deserves because you’re the goddess of his dreams! And you were right under his nose the entire time.

He’s super sweet when you finally have sex too. Guiding you through your orgasm, holding his until you’ve cum at least three times, cuddling. But in the moments after you ask “teddy can you show me what you like and not what you think I like?”

And this opens the door to every kink that’s ever run through his mind! He eases you into everything but he can’t wait to show you how he really uses those handcuffs! But over time he realizes you’re s freak too 😭 and now y’all can be freaky and nasty together!!!!

Which is what we all want right 😌 at least for meeeee 😭 lol

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geneticcatalyst · 9 months

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as promised, an exploration of my one pet problem in fandom, or: misinterpretation of jby's first death (ft. zzs)

heres the thing. i occasionally see people reference what seems to be a misconception of the (english translation) text in qi ye. both the fact that its a translation and the metaphorical phrasing make it pretty clear to see why they got the wrong idea, but i firmly believe its still the wrong idea. i am by no means calling the people who got this mixed up dumb or bad, i am simply leaning over their shoulders going 'wait no bestie pls read that again pls read that one more time!!' because this is one of my favorite books and this thing is a key piece of one of my favorite things about it.

i said i was gonna pull screenshots for this post but i think it will be a little while before i get to another reread and i can't ctrl+f the google doc so im just gonna whip this out from memory. if anyone does have this particular passage on hand feel free to pop it in here. the rest of the context/explanations are just from my cursory research, im not chinese or a historian.

cards on the table. the only thing i love more than unhinged gay romances is unhinged platonic soul mates. its catnip to me. i go feral every goddamn time. and i havent stopped losing my mind about zhou zishu and jing beiyuan since that first qi ye scene. what do those guys have going on? not even sure they know but it's A Lot. ive got like 18 other unpublished drafts trying to work that out slash losing my fucking mind at the lengths they go to about each other. that relationship is at the center of both novels even if the spotlight isnt on it. so I admit that my readings are colored a bit by how much i like that they like each other!

which is why im shocked baffled and, ok, lightly salted, to see a few people make the claim that zishu (personally) tortured/killed beiyuan in his first life.

so what the text says is that after helian yi stopped trusting beiyuan (after su qingluan's accidental death), he was basically put to death. but even the emperor has to have a half decent reason to execute someone. the text describes these reasons- ten of them- as zhou zishu's masterpieces. it also refers to them as great shames to beiyuan's standing. what's happening is that helian yi has zishu frame beiyuan for treason or other betrayals against the emperor/the country. it isn't specific as to what, but it doesn't really matter, because its all fake and zishu is really good at his job. so yes, it is fair to say that zishu is the INSTRUMENT of beiyuan's death, but he didn't kill him, he just laid the groundwork.

the text goes on to another slightly confusing line where it says something to the effect of that when each of these accusations were read out in court, each line drew blood from jing beiyuan. that's a metaphor! it's just saying that his reputation was torn apart and ultimately his fate is sealed, despite the phrasing there are no literal injuries happening.

also, i may not have the timeline perfect on this part, but in zishu's introduction in the beginning of the novel, the narration tells us outright that while zishu is partially responsible for beiyuan's death, he was like. cool about it. in what seems to be the first and only time he ever steps out of line or goes against helian yi's command (!), after setting all this up but- if im remembering right- before the news actually breaks in court the next day, zishu warns beiyuan. now this admittedly doesnt do a whole lot because the only other possible option (cut and run) isn't a very good one, but it's the only thing zishu can do. he doesnt have to, but he does it anyway (!). of course beiyuan doesnt even consider doing this, he's stubborn and heartbroken, but he really seems to 1. appreciate the risk zishu took here to try to give him a chance and 2. not hold the whole set up against zishu or take that bit personally.

so what actually happened at the end of beiyuan's first life? he was sent the 3 chi of white silk. the text does explicitly say this once, but if you're not familiar with the practice it may not click. receiving the white silk from the emperor is what happens when you're too high ranking to execute like a commoner but you've fallen from grace and are being politely asked to hang yourself in order to clear your name. and of course beiyuan, stubborn and heartbroken, does. yes, it's a forced suicide, but it isn't a murder.

anyway, its in that secret conversation, where zishu secretly meets with beiyuan seemingly to try to convince him to save himself and beiyuan outright refuses, that beiyuan promises that if theres a next life (ha), they'll get drunk together. and of course against all odds, there is and they do.

the thing about the idea that some people might think that zishu killed beiyuan is that after that nothing between them makes sense. even if it was at helian yi's request, i just cant see that not permanently damaging the friendship, i don't think beiyuan could immediately pick back up being best friends in the seventh life with that memory in the way. why would zishu go out of his way to warn beiyuan one day if he was perfectly capable and fine with killing him the next? why would beiyuan not only be happy to meet zishu again in the seventh life but also go out of his way trying to save zishu's? none of their other interactions really make sense if you believe there was a murder done there. idk. it clouds the whole throughline of the story which is that they have a bond!

i think maybe people think it is in character due to the other ruthless murders, and they're not wholly wrong, but that's the kicker for me. zishu will murder all kinds of innocents no questions asked, but he's suddenly trying to give an out to his coworker and drinking buddy? hello? thats insane, and that's the point.

furthermore, if you think maybe it would make sense for helian yi to have beiyuan violently killed (since it keeps fucking happening later), i actually have to become helian yi's lawyer for a moment here and say that that doesnt make sense either. helian yi is sitting on a throne gained by shadowy means but he's the Good Guy Ruler and that reputation is important. hes not a cruel person and he may have become paranoid but he still has a shared history with beiyuan. plus, even the emperor has to abide by a certain amount of decorum when he wants to have people killed, especially when that person is also a high ranking member of court. beiyuan's status is basically second only to the royal bloodline, he's essentially the prev emperor's godson, as well as a previously close confidante of helian yi himself. the white silk was regarded as a privileged, dignified means of offing someone. helian yi is perfectly within social acceptability to do this to beiyuan with the pretext of beiyuan's disgrace. but it would be pushing the boundaries for the good and just emperor to suddenly have one of his top advisors and members of high nobility brutally killed like a common criminal. he could probably do it, but it would reflect on him and his reputation too. he could do it in secret, but would have to cover up the disappearance of a prominent court figure. it just makes sense to use the white silk as the neatest, most acceptable legal justice channel here. maintain emotional detachment, be polite, everybody's honor gets honored and such.

so that's the ted talk. theres even some beautiful fanart on here of white-haired first life beiyuan holding the white silk! he wasn't tortured or outright executed, and he chose to obey rather than escape or fight the false claims of treason even though his friend tried to give him the only out he could manage. to interpret things differently really skews the character motivations and plot for everyone- beiyuan, zishu, helian yi- in a way that warps the story out of believability, imho.

#gently and lovingly nailing my opinions to the fandom's front door <3 #minor qi ye spoilers obv #i think i spent upwards of 3 hours on this draft so believe me this is 10 percent salt and 90 percent love #i wouldnt call this a common misconception either but every time i do see it i have to go walk around the room #i love to think about first life and i love to think about murderbros so. inbox open #qi ye #and thank u to my enablers u know who you are!!#qy meta

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JUDE X TRENT, trent has insomnia and jude stays up with him into the early hours because trent isnt having the best time mentally. also so glad youre writing again!

jude bellingham/trent alexander-arnold - night's comfort ♡

Trent tosses and turns in bed, the weight of the recent loss with the England team weighing heavily on his mind. Everything he feels he could've and should've done better replaying over and over in his mind.

The clock ticks on, the minutes stretching into hours, but sleep eludes him like a fleeting shadow. He stares at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Suddenly, there's a soft knock on his door, leaving Trent's heart to skip a beat. It's far too late for any of the other lads to still be awake; he wasn't expecting anyone at this hour. "Come in," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

The door creaks open, and there stands Jude, his silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. "Knew you'd still be up," Jude says, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Trent doesn't protest, knowing deep down that Jude is right. Instead, he shifts over on the bed, making room for Jude to join him. "Why are you?" Trent asks, curiosity lacing his words.

Jude hesitates for a moment before answering, "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd check on you." There's a vulnerability in his voice, a hint of concern that tugs at Trent's heartstrings.

Without another word, Jude climbs onto the bed and settles beside Trent, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Trent can feel the warmth of Jude's presence, a comforting balm against the chill of the night.

They lie there in silence for a while, the only sound the soft rhythm of their breathing. Trent can feel the tension slowly melting away, replaced by a sense of calmness that he hadn't felt in days.

As the minutes tick by, Jude's breathing grows slower, more even, his eyelids drooping with fatigue. Trent watches him, a soft smile playing on his lips as he brushes a thumb over Jude's cheek.

"You should go to sleep." Trent murmurs, his voice barely audible.

Jude shakes his head minutely against the pillows, his eyelids clearly heavy. "Not without you." he whispers back, causing Trent's mouth to twitch upwards into a grin because Jude is definitely fighting a losing battle.

"I'll be fine. I've got you."

With those words hanging in the air, Jude closes his eyes, feeling Trent's presence beside him like a beacon of light in the darkness. And as sleep finally claims him an hour or so later, he knows that no matter what tomorrow brings, he'll face it with Jude by his side.

♡

#awh thank you you’re so lovely 🥹🫶🏻#such a cute prompt as well thank uuu #england nt #england #england national team #england football #football #football rpf #fics #jude bellingham #trent alexander arnold #alexander arnold #bellingham #real madrid #liverpool #jude x trent #trent x jude

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Nakajima’s dismemberment song.

★﹒ Pairing: Atsushi Nakajima x reader

★﹒ Sypnosis : You could barely tell if the figure looming over you was your best friend Atsushi, or some lovesick maniac who felt that the only way to get to you, was to make you suffer.

★﹒ Warning : Gore, sharp objects, blood torture.

This is a very very VERY OOC Atsushi! I just came up with this while listening to a song, and i thought it would be funny if I wrote it with Atsushi isntead of Dazai or Fyodor— since it’s not everyday that you see a violent yandere Atsushi.

Atsushi’s always been so kind. Coming from a tough childhood, he naturally became rather soft.

He’d never wish the torture he went through upon anyone, especially not you.

You were his savior, his deity, his night in shining armor. He’d rather kill himself than ever lay a hand on you.

Atleast, that’s what he said

He said he’d always protect you— that he’d always be by your side no matter what.

Then why was he doing this? Why was he keeping you locked up? He always reassured you that this was for your own good, and that he loves you unconditionally! But it started to feel less like love, it was just a one-sided obsession.

You felt like a dove in a cage. Instead of flying and exploring the world like you were supposed to— you were mercilessly taken and locked behind thick metal bars. But in your case, they were handcuffs trapped to the bed frame.

From that day on, you were his.

He tried everything to make you reciprocate. Affection, cooking, romantic dates, spoiling you rotten, but you just wouldn’t comply. You were too focused on the fact that your best friend was your captor. Was this his twisted way of showing you that he cares for you? Taking you?

Atsushi became more impatient with time. His lovable and adorable personality faded, too. He grew irritated. It’s something you never expected from him.

Eventually, he went straight to the agency for help. Being rather vague about it, he asked how he could make someone reciprocate his feelings. Many different people gave him many different answers, but one certainly stuck with him.

"Chop off their limbs. That way, they’ll have to rely on you." Yosano smiled.

At first Atsushi was appalled by the suggestion. Hurting you was completely out of the question! No way in hell would that thought ever cross his mind. Surely the doctor was joking, right?

But he slowly began to actually consider it.

You were so ungrateful, it hurts. He was nothing but kind towards you! He wanted to show you nothing but love and appreciation. But nothing went through to you.

Atsushi cried in defeat. This was the only way. If you didn’t want to just love him already, he’ll do it the hard way. The one he swore he’d never do.

Pain.

Atsushi made his way to the brunette, Osamu. He stared at him and finally broke the silence.

"Dazai, if this isnt too much to ask, could you… please cover something up for me?"

"Eh? Depends on what.” Dazai grinned.

"Something I’ll never forgive myself for. Ever." He clenched his fist.

"Atsushi-kun?”

"Just! Please! It’s all I’m asking..! Please."

"Hm. Maybe."

How long has it been since you’ve been outside? The only thing you could do was look out a window. Atsushi wanted to prevent you from completely losing it— so he still gave you a view of the outside.

Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. You quickly shot your head towards the door, hoping it was someone other than your kidnapper, but you were out of luck.

He ran towards you, tears in his eyes. He was frantically sobbing while repeating your name.

"I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!" He repeated.

He embraced you, tightly. Was he gonna let you go? Maybe he realized how insane he was being!

But that wasn’t it.

"Nakajima, what is it?” You questioned.

"I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. I love you, please remember that."

He walked off to grab something, then hit you on the head with it. That was the first time he’s ever hurt you.

You woke up, your head pounding from the pain. You were stripped down to a metal bed. Beside you was Atsushi, looming over you.

"You’re awake! I was really scared.. and worried."

There was a long table accompanying him. He reached out for a knife and got uncomfortably close to your face. He was still shaking as his grip tightened on the utensil.

"Atsushi?"

He was still hesitating. He wiped away some of his tears.

"Atsushi, please. Don’t hurt me! You don’t have to do this. We can work this out-"

"No! I… already tried that. You wouldn’t listen. I.."

Atsushi backed up and pointed the knife towards your wrist.

"Maybe doing this will help." He quickly stabbed it into your wrist, panting. He look horrified. But then his expression turned blank

You screamed loudly, tears flooding down your cheeks. He covered your mouth with his free hand and pushed the knife further in, making a thrusting motion, trying to force the knife through your flesh and bones.

"Hold still, sweetheart." His frown turned into a grin.

Soon, your left hand was on the bed, blood rapidly pouring out. The weretiger was quick enough to patch it up and wrap bandages around the wound.

"I’m sorry." He mumbled.

He lifted up the knife again and harshly stabbed it into your other arm, earning another scream from you.

It felt horrible. All you could focus on was the aching pain in both arms. This wasn’t Atsushi. He would never hurt you like this.

He panted and took your other arm, patching it up. He was still sobbing. He coughed a little and moved onto your legs.

“ATSUSHI!” A distressed cry left your mouth. It startled the white haired male. “Please! Please, get Yosano! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, just stop hurting me, please! I beg of you!”

“I can’t back out now.” He growled. He then harshly shoved the knife into your knee, using all of his force to cut it off.

While screaming in pain, you heard faint footsteps coming from the hallway, with a familiar voice being there.

Was that.. Dazai?

“DAZAI! DAZAI!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

Atsushi shushed you by covering your mouth and putting his pointer finger on his lips.

“He’s my alibi. He’s not here to help you.” He lowered his hand and patched up your leg.

“This is the last one! Then I’m all done with you. You’ll love me after this. Please.. please just say you love me back!” He pulled your shirt, almost screaming at you. He was stressed out.

“I LOVE YOU! JUST PLEASE.. TAKE ME TO YOSANO!” You cried.

“..No. I’m not stopping now.” He sobbed and harshly stabbed the knife into your remaining limb. He quickly cut it off and patched up.

You were in so much pain. Atsushi untied you and cried into your shoulder. The guilt had finally gotten to him and he could do nothing but cry. You were too hurt to cry. You wanted to, but nothing came out.

The door opened and there stood Dazai. His eyes navigated towards you two. He walked over to you and grinned. He pat Atsushi on the back and comforted him.

“Don’t worry, Atsushi-kun. I’m sure they love you now!”

Dazai leaned closer to your face and pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek.

“Don’t worry belladonna, I’m here for you.”

#yandere bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo sd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #yandere atsushi #yanderecore #yancore #yandere #mod shuichi #oneshot #Spotify #dazai osamu #osamu dazai

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for being upset at my mom?

🎵🎵 (to find it)

I know it's not a real big deal, but it's starting to get upsetting. English is not my first language and im on mobile sl sorry about that.

Okay, so my(20f) mother (F mid40s) suffer from long covid. Her symptoms consist of chronic fatigue, short breath, join pain and brain fog. (I still live home because im a college student, and finding an appartment in this market is hell)

We've been really supportive of her :

I drive most of the time, and my sister(16f) has her apprentice driver license, so she drives for mom when im at school; when we go to the mall and she need to take a break to breath, i always offer to go get her a wheelchair, or going to get the car, she sleeps a lot in the day so we don't make noise, i bought her loops earplug for sleeping, etc.

We're are used to it and my dad (mid40s too) work 12 hours a day to compensate for the money we're losing with mom on sickleave (where we live we have job insurance and etc): he starts at 5:30am to 6pm, and i usually only see him in the evening, so the only time we really are together as a family is during the evening meal.

There is where i could be the a-hole:

Since mom got long covid, it takes more time for her to respons us, and her memory isnt as good as it was (shes well known in her workplace, she a well respected manager who takes great care of her employees). It's just, almost every night, when me or my sister or even my dad are telling a something that happened in our day, she always cut us to say something, like :don't forget to put this in that, or just to say something she did that day over our own story, or asking me to bring her water in the middle of my sister's sentences (which she could have waited for after she was done).

So we, someone different each time, always tell her "X was speaking, you just cut them, and you do this often, please let them finish" and, well, when it happens everytime i am (or my sister) is trying to say something, it get upsetting. And she always uses the same reasons: "we're a family and we're cohabiting, sometime we talk over you but still listen to you" (no she doesn’t, i have to tell her a million times the same fucking thing and she always forget) or "you know my mind is a little slow right now, i'll forget if i don't say it" or she gets upset because we're annoyed by it.

But god forbid if you cut her! She'll raise her tone, and still doesn't get why we're upset.

Like, i get it, she got long covid and it's a bitch to deal with the way your cognitive capabilities slow down with the fatigue, but we've been extremely helpful (and im still gonna be, because she's my mother) and her allowing herself to lack respect towards us doesn't excuse her because she's ill. At least this is how i see it?

At this point i dont really know if i can feel upset? Like, she's my mom, and she's ill (and it's really depressing seeing her this put down by the symptoms i don't wish it to anyone) but im just so tired to have to restart the same sentence four or five time because she keep interrupting me

So, aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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jorisjurgen · 4 months

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World of Twelve dashboard simulator

🎆 halfalight follow

I think if I get knocked out while solo'ing dungeons oen more time local eniripsas will just euthanise me 😭 iop save me

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

we all have that homie who's not gonna make it.

🎆 halfalight follow

You run an anti-recovery alcoholism blog tho ???

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way to be classphobic dipshit.

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Idk i feel like posting about losing your home bc of it isn't very successful and happy pandawa of you.

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Anyone in this thread smoke hemp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Like a sworn knight, I serve you. You are my beating heart, my lifeline. Neither Bonta nor Astrub would be home, if you were not by my side...

Yet, why do my hands yearn for freedom, the way a butcher yearns for a wild animal?

🌛 quartziwindy follow

Are you ok op.

🕸️ osamodas-loves-spiders follow

isnt op that one guy with 50 side blogs who got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

🌌 somethingquietplace

Do you swear on your heart that you can truly believe a person with a life and a career would post on this site.

#Mind your buisiness. #not osu

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🥧 amakna-news-official follow

does anyone know if the demigod goultard is still out there marrying people//...

i n;;eed h;im.

🍄 124-lancer-lancer follow

When you die and go to externam not even being hosed down will help clean your soul. You will not reincarnate for 999 years.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Went on a fishing trip with my family.

Here are some photos I took there, including photos of the snappers the three of us caught. Sufokia is beautiful this time of the year.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

I'll delete this reblog a bit later for organization purposes, but I wanted to take this moment to thank you all for your comments.

Also, I did not know that there was a fishing community here, for all the decades I spent on this site. The more you know.

#It's nice to get back in the groove of things... #Such a hectic year. #I just need some peace and quiet. #And maybe then I'll feel better. #Though sometimes I do ask why I keep doing this. Just everything in general. #...A hot chocolate will fix me right up though. Always does. #Delete later

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🔰 noobdefencesquad follow

I know most ppl are like..,, 100% over talking about that one fuckin xelor that reversed time for like 20 minutes. like yeah hes evil but he saved my whole life. i spilled coffee on my passport and then WHOOM time reversed and shit. and i woke up 20 minutes earlier, threw up, and decided not to go anywhere near my documents with liquids ever again.

can i get a wahoo for grandpa genocide. like he really fucked up but he did do a solid one to at least me. i just feel like enough years had passed for me to speak my truth

🌒 ten-o-cock-and-a-half follow

It's not a laughing matter, people died. And it was a yet another case of media representing xelors as crazy and evil.

Try to put yourself in the mindset of the victims.

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im a xelor too and i think this is fucking hilarious soo yeah.

try reincarnating into a different class in next life! hope this helps.

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I agree with the second rb, but is nobody going to mention their url??

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👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

I know we all have our role models for adventurers we'd like to marry or become or steal the gender of or whatever, but idk it haunts me that some of them may be on this site. Imagine someone like master Eva reading what ppl had written about her or her husband. scary.

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I hope ush galash can feel when i post about sending him psionic shadow assassins. i hope he fucking feels pain. Every single time.

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what did a random bontarian noble do to you. also isn't he dead.

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OK SO. this made me realize that most people genuinely don't know about the murder dungeon allegations.

To summ it up, he lured in people to rob his house, put them in The Murder Dungeon (actually a tower, but... rule of funny. it sounds funnier that way), and Bontarian government did NOTHING about for years, and even placed a statue in his honor despite that.

wo2ww.bontanews.bn/articles/ush-galesh-allegations-of....

Now, this might sound like a conspiracy theory, but most of us in the demigod drama community know that Ecaflip demigods just... fake their deaths a lot. So there's a very big chance he's still out there. He's fucking out there.

And I want him to know, that I am sending psionic brain warriors to him. And to the king too.

THE ONLY reason this turned into a thing everyone knows is due to an anonymous leaker from within the palace. I fucking hate this kingdom.

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The city of good, btw

yet another reason i am a proud brakmarian despite not liking djaul LOL

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

WHAT????? HE HAD A WHAT ..

👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

oh god what happened to my post.

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there are like, theories on who leaked it btw, considering a bunch of diplomats had access to the documents. Though I won't point any fingers towards anyone in the palace in particular. 👀

if it would keep him doing this, I could kiss that guy who did this, on the lips, I would. or like, give him a pizzlarva.

fr fr.

🌌 somethingquietplace

It's every Bontarian's civil duty to try and make the city a little bit better. I think these motivations are both unneeded and unwanted.

Though the pizzlarva bit is funny.

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arent you that one guy with whos been here for like 20 years and got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

did you do this tumblr user somethingquietplace. did you.

🌌 somethingquietplace

I'm running a combination OSU, photography, and fishing blog where I post poorly written poetry at 4AM.

Please stop with the "you're never beating the allegations" jokes.

#not osu

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#wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #this is cringe #but i had fun writing this #mymemes #there are only 2 canonical wakfu characters who would be on tumblr and only one of them is here. sorry.#you can guess who it is.

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