#am i mushy and ridiculous? probably

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Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Seven: "To You Who Are So Lovely" - Ending

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping.

This one reads a bit like a love letter left for MC, it's another sweet one:

…Indeed, the sand in the hourglass has fallen. It appears my day with you is over. (I'M DISTRAUGHT TOO DW BEAUTIFUL) In this way, every moment trickles into another ceaselessly…yes, forever. Even now as I say it, the word “forever” drives a painful wedge in my heart. I often wonder at the essence, the weight that word carries--so often spoken with admiration and yearning by humankind.

I think this is the first time in my life I ever went "philosopher (affectionate)" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I could listen to him all day [contented sigh]

I know very well…just how heartbreaking it is. I was shaken by that never-ending, pathless darkness…until you gave me the hope of “now.” A vampire who lives forever, and a woman who lives a finite life, hoping for a better tomorrow. I’m not sure what will become of my love for you that sprouted at the boundary between “forever” and “now.” …But I promise you this. I will never let you go. When I give you eternal love… Let’s spend that time together.

Man the way I act up when I hear fictional man say "I will never let you go" [INSERT LOUD BARKING] it's a promise, Abel 🥺💜

It may turn out to be a bumpy road…but, don’t worry. We’ll take every step of the way hand-in-hand. When I get lost…you’re so kind and strong It makes me sure that if we do ever get lost, we’ll worry about it together, and find answers together. Like a waltz, let’s take each other’s hands…and live together.

Okay all my usual court jester energy aside, I really am so fond of this motif throughout his stories. This idea that being in a relationship is about being there for each other, about promising the other will never be alone. I guess they really just embody what marriage is at its best, for me? Like not necessarily that there's only one way to be married, but that it should be about helping each other and caring about each other? Building a life and sharing that happiness, an enduring love that grows the more two people are together.

Holding hands and dancing, I'm so...

And one day, I’m sure I will… …I’m sure that I’ll turn you into a vampire. At that time, let’s live together forever. From the moment I met you that day, in Paris of the 21st century…it felt like the frozen hands on the clock of my life began to move. I was determined that I would never fall in love with a human again. I was moved by your pure and single-minded thoughts, and I wanted your love. A year later, ten years later, one hundred years of accumulating this “now” I’ve received from you… In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me. I found you in eternity…I love you, and I will dedicate my pureblood life to your fate--

If y'all need me I will be wasting away, ty--

"In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me." I WANT THAT TOO, GORGEOUS

Man the way my brain is just so: the only kind of man I want is one that can go "I wanted your love 🥺👉👈" and "I wanted her blood to run down my mouth." AT THE SAME TIME

It's about the multi-faceted yearning 🤌🏼

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp mc #he is the sweetest????? wtf #i swear if i saw a letter like this left for me i would probably actually die of cuteness #the way he's just so '🥺👉👈tg?' #and im just resisting every urge to TACKLE him like 'YES OF COURSE TG FOREVER' #aight but fr comte and mc are def that couple that exchanges love letters unironically #not like every day but once in a while when they're Really Feeling It #am i mushy and ridiculous? probably #but i am cringe and i am free #i cant hear you over the sound of me clutching comte's letter to my chest like some kind of Austen protagonist #okay but why do i see leo being nosy just to get a rise out of him and rooting through comte's drawers #and nearly finds them #but comte grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him out #no cigarillos for our boy for a week bad kitty (poor leonardo) #the letters were subsequently concealed in an ornate box he hid in [location censored] #brain: hol'up. no he'd leave all the mushy letters out just to fk with leo but the raunchy ones are def going in the special box #me: my god...psychological warfare... #comte: emotional vulnerability gives him hives; it's equivalent to watching a person with lactose intolerance eat ice cream on purpose #me: KJHLGHJFDSJHFJADHLGDHFJKSGLHJK #honestly idc what mc says watching these two squabble is legit the best full time job out there #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus

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tell me your failed/embarrassing flirting stories to make me feel better, i’ll go first: today i said “get out of my way” forgot to say “i’m kidding” then immediately said “bye”

#it is awful having feelings for someone you know and have an established friendship with #but crushing on someone i barely know is knew to me and i legit feel like an idiot every time i do something stupid like this #i can’t just. talk to the guy #if i say hey and he says sup i say ‘sup indeed’ like what the fuck is that #i can barely even say hello to him #don’t get me wrong i’ve DONE it but most days i’m like #ah fuck there he is #okay you can do it just say hi #just say what’s up #and then he’s already gone #also. like. the setting we’re in is soooo not good for talking or flirting realt because um. it’s work he’s my coworker.. so um. do i fuckin #ask him for his number?? or to hang out??? but like. he’s kind of a stranger to me what do i want to hang out for 🧍 #but like. ​i dont want to do that until i have at least one successful interaction #or like. an actual conversation. #which is gonna be really hard to manage because he doesn’t talk much at all to anyone and i really only talk if someone talks to me first or #i’ll say something absolutely idiotic and ridiculous (and honestly i do that no matter what) #anyway so um. i guess i’m just gonna keep making a fool of myself until i get it right and hopefully i don’t screw it up 🥴 #i lost all my confidence in the last year and i cant do anything chill or smooth anymore (i was never that good in the first place but at #least i could PRETEND i knew what i was doing. like i could sell it. the whole weird and lost bit.) #anyway. i felt better for like 5 minutes when some guy at the gas station flirt failed with me on the way home. but that’s partly my fault #too oops. in his defense he probably could not see that i had headphones on bc upon mirror inspection they were well blended with my hair #but i was waiting to cross the street and this guy tried to like nod and smile and i did not know it was to me until i got to the other side #where the gas station was and and like. tried again and i awkward half smiled and saw his face get all mushy and confused like mine FELT 20 #mins before when i’d flopped so hard trying to flirt and by the time i’d processed WAIT i think he was FLIRTING WITH ME i was already gone 🤡 #but at least it ended better than the poor 14yo who very confidently asked for my number #who. i shit you not. SCREECHED for a solid 44.5 seconds and bolted the other direction when i said sorry im 21 #his friends were standing there like wtf too and one was like i am so sorry about him 🤦 #cheers to being fools universe

[amara-scott]

Imagine Mattheo and Theodore fighting over you constantly.

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Reader x Mattheo Riddle / Reader x Theodore Nott

"The picknick was a good idea, I have to admit." I say, dropping another grape into my mouth, a full mouth turned into a smile. I sneak another one out of the basket Theo is carrying.

I glance over at Theo and he nods, grinning. He winks. "I know, Carina. I always have the best ideas, you should know that by now." I roll my eyes in amusement at his cocky statement.

As if on cue, I see a brown mop of curls rounding the corner, making me sigh. Great. Just great.

"Hey, what a surprise." Mattheo says, not seeming too happy as his eyes land on Theodore beside me. Mattheo shuffles something inside his jacket, flashing white, which I only catch a glimpse of. But I can't even question what it was before these two begin staring each other down.

An undeniably painful pause is the only thing holding me back from just turning around to run away. It's scaring me to even move a muscle. If these two don't sort out whatever is bugging them, I won't hesitate and avoid them both. I really did try to help them befriend each other once more. Their inner rivalry didn't get unnoticed by the rest of our friend group either. What has gotten into them these past few weeks?

"(Y/N), let's get going." Theo's free hand wraps around my wrist, not even glancing at me once while talking. He turns and tries to pull me with him, but not before Mattheo steps up, pushing Theo.

I stumble with him, still being in the grasp of Theo's strong hand. He let go and I take a step back.

"Excuse me?!" I get out before straightening up, rearranging my cloak. My glare hits Mattheo, but he is fixed on the boy in front of him as they now nearly graze noses. If I didn't know these two, I'd say one of them would be a Gryffindor. That would make sense at least. This is worse than Draco and Harry.

"Where do you think you're taking her, huh?" He grits out, and I can't say a word, too stunned I am being dragged into this ongoing fight now.

"Stop it, both of you!" I yell, but neither of them are backing down, making it really hard not to just ask a Professor to break them off. I glance around, only a few students hushing past, not daring to spare a look.

"We are going somewhere that is none of your concern, Riddle."

"Yeah? I don't think so, Nott."

"Why don't you fuck off and shag one of your whores, mind your own damn business!"

I had never seen either of them so worked up, which certainly was scary to look at. I try once more, "boys, come on, this is ridiculous." I gulp as they still don't look at me. My heart starts racing, and I try to find a way out that won't result in broken noses or wands at each other throats. What is going on with these two?!

"Come on, (Y/N)." Theo says again, making me debate what I should do. Pick a side? I don't want to be the reason one is more mad or disappointed by what I do.

"No." I mumble, feeling my eyes sting as I blink. I gulp once more, Theo's eyes finding my form a few feet behind Mattheo. His face relaxes as he looks at me.

"See? She doesn't want you, Nott." I can only make out the corner of Mattheo's lips as they curl up into a grin. Which doesn't help my situation.

"I'm not picking a side here, Matt, you are both acting extremely childish over – over, who knows what!" I turn and storm off, ignoring Matt and Theo yelling my name.

These idiots took it too far now. I won't speak a word – won't spare them another glance. Ugh, boys!

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"-and he pushed Theo! Like a little kid! What is going on with these two?" I sat across from Pansy, piercing my fork into my piece of chocolate cake over and over again until it went mushy and the appetite left me. I sigh, my fork dropping onto the table, and I bury my face into my hands.

"You know them. They will get over it. Theo probably stole Matt's last fudge fly. They're boys, just like you said." She mumbles and keeps chewing on her dessert, eyes scanning the next page of her Witch Weekly magazine.

"I hope you're right." I mutter under my breath.

"Hey you two-" Draco joins us at the table, sitting down next to Pansy, Enzo settles beside me, I send him a brief smile.

"What's pestering you, (Y/N)? Or should I ask – who's pestering you?" He snickers and earns a stare from Pansy, making him shut up.

"Wait – do you know something, Draco?" I ask him and squint my eyes at him. He obviously does, as he stutters for a word, shaking his head. His cheeks slightly pink.

"Enzo, what is going on? Where are the others?" I turn to him, he sighs but shakes his head, sending me a small and sorry smile.

"I promised not to tell anyone. Especially not you, love." I grow irritated with the lot and push myself up, sending another glare at Draco, he would be easier to break. I take out my wand, holding it by my side and start boring holes into his head. He tries to avoid my deathly stare. But then he makes the mistake of connecting his eyes with mine.

"If you won't tell me right now where they are, I will personally make sure to have you grow a second nose every day, for the rest of the year – you will smell things you wish you didn't –"

"– come on, (Y/N), we promised –"

"– In the library, in the far back corner on the second level –" Draco squeaks, making Enzo glare at him in shock.

"We promised, Draco!"

"I don't care, I know she'll do it. I don't want a nose on my bum one morning! She knows how to get into our dorm." Draco snarls and glares at the table as I hurry off. Pansy only smirking and eating her second dessert in peace.

"Go get them!" She calls out without looking up and I wave her off, pushing past a few people on my way. My heart is racing and I don't know if I want to even meet these idiots. I promised myself to ignore them. Well that didn't take long for me to break.

I round the corner and walk into the library. My racing thoughts made this quiet place unbearable as I heard every damn thought of mine. But just as I take the last couple steps on the stairwell, I am met with hushed shouting.

"– how about you're both idiots? I really am hungry and if you two make me miss dinner, you won't sleep another night –" I hear Blaise taunting. I glance between a few books on the shelf, making out three heads. There they are. Blaise sits by the window, I could see his face clear as day. Theo sat sideways, eyes turned to the table in between them both. Mattheo on the other hand stands, pacing back and forth. He stops, just as my breath.

"Theo simply has to admit that he went behind my back. He took away the only thing that really mattered –"

"The only thing that mattered? The only thing that mattered to you was to simply get laid! Like always – just pick a different girl!" Theo stands up too now, Mattheo stepping up to his figure.

Blaise suddenly steps between them, hands on either chest and looks back and forth. "Hey, boys, you truly think we haven't had these lines already tonight? You're both ridiculous."

So this is about a girl? Is this about –

"Well, (Y/N) would never pick someone like you."

Shit.

"Like me? You're one to talk, Nott – stealing her from me, right after I told you I liked her. I trusted you, you are supposed to be my fucking best mate!" Their hushed voices are not so hushed anymore and I glance down to Miss Pince's desk. She narrows her eyes, scanning the upper level.

Blaise is struggling to hold Mattheo back now, Theo's lips curling into a smirk. I lean closer, my eyes still wide. How do they both like – me? Is this a stupid prank?

WHACK!

I was obviously leaning onto the shelf a bit too much as a book fell to the ground. Their heads turn to me and I could now clearly see all of them through the opening. I give them a weak smile and wave. "Hey –"

"(Y/N)?" Theo asks, stepping forward, around the shelf. I meet him half way, Mattheo’s eyes as hard as stone. My mouth feels dry while I try to think of what to say. I shrug and try to smile. My eyes land on Blaise who seems relieved, sighing as he walks up to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder, glancing between Theo and Matt.

“Maybe you’re the best to talk to them right now.” He pats my shoulder and turns to leave, I turn my head, wanting to tell him to stay, my heart racing. Blaise stops, glancing back at me. “Good luck.” He smirks and skips down the staircase. I really don’t want to turn back around so I take my time, gulping as I focus on both their shoe pairs instead of any eyes. Theo steps up slowly. “Carina, what did you hear?” My eyes shoot up at his question and Matt huffs, falling back into a cushioned arm chair.

“Obviously she heard it all. Otherwise she would be smacking our heads by now.” He mumbles at the end, his head held high as he’s glaring down at his knees, his hands squeezing the soft armrests. His sharp jaw clenching every now and then.

“I- I really-“ I take a deep breath shaking my head. “- don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Theo sends me a small encouraging smile. Matt’s head rolls back as he groans out.

“Oh please, stop that stupid emphasizing scheme!” Matt stands back up and joins us, glaring at Theo in disgust. Theo just rolls his eyes, turning to him.

“Just because you’re cold-hearted and only care about yourself doesn’t mean everyone has to-“

“-oh I only care about myself? You’re one to talk, fucking backstabber-“

“-Me? You are-“

“Hey!” I yell out, them both turning to me as they are once again almost choking each other. I ignore a few shushes thrown our way. Mattheo’s eyes soften as I look directly at him. His lips part and in his eyes I see that he’s struggling to hold back from saying what’s on his mind. “Matt-“ I get out, holding back my own emotional rollercoaster.

“I- I can’t-“ He stammers, rushing past me and running down the stairs, leaving. I walk up to the railing, my hands closing around the cold wood while I am looking after him.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” My head snaps around, Theo’s sad eyes glossy. He looks down, stepping closer and stops a foot from me. His eyes wandering back up, like he’s taking one last good look at me. Taking me in.

“It’s always been him.” He continues.

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For part two choose your ending:

Mattheo (coming soon)

Theodore (coming soon)

#imagine #imagines #harry potter #harry potter imagine #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #slytherin #slytherin boys

[iwritefandomimagines]

TREEHOUSE — JESS MARIANO

masterlist

pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy jess’ flirty teasing. he’d be lying if he said that you didn’t make him uncharacteristically mushy.

warnings: swearing n fluff!!!, that’s all folks

author’s note: ok so i caved and started rewatching GG already — i had this idea and had to run with it! let me know what u think x

“Wow Y/N, we have got to stop bumping into each other like this!”

You looked up, rolling your eyes at the smirking boy before you as you placed down your book, “Oh yes,” you quipped sarcastically, “Such a shock to see you at your uncle’s diner that you live above and work at. Bonus points for you literally choosing to come over to my table, by the way. Usually you save our tantalising small talk for when I come to the counter for a drink.”

This only emboldened his smirk, and he glanced back to see Luke quirking his brow at his usual game — he always distracted himself from helping out by busying himself with talking to you.

In seconds he’d sat himself down in the empty chair opposite you, leaning on your closed book and staring so intently into your eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken immensely.

��What do you want, Mariano?”

“Ouch, last name?” he pouted, “And here I thought we were friends.”

Your heart was racing at how close to you he seemed to be, but his assertion of your supposed ‘friendship’ dulled this a little.

It infuriated you that he spent so much time flirting, and then every other moment acting like his having any romantic interest in you was a ridiculous suggestion.

“Friends, hm?”

In all the time he’d been loitering around, lending you books, stealing your books, making you coffee and all-round just finding any reason to be near you, Jess had never been certain his attraction to you was reciprocated either.

You’d started out shy, unsure of why the hell he seemed so struck with talking to you when he appeared so disdainful of everyone else in Stars Hollow.

And then you’d warmed to him, you’d opened up, you’d spent evenings as the only two people in Luke’s — just talking for hours on end — only to the next day seem distant again.

He’d tried to reassure himself that you did like him too, and that you were just shy, but something always stopped him from passing the boundaries of friendship beyond flirtatious remarks.

“Am I being relegated to an acquaintance?” he placed a hand over his heart and screwed up his face like he was going to cry, before relaxing it and smirking once more, “Or is your inquisitive tone your way of hinting at your undying love for me?”

“Shut up,” you shoved his arm gently, watching him feign a gasp, “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that right?”

Jess scooted his chair even closer to the table, “I totally thought that was your favourite quality of mine. My mistake!”

You didn’t reply for a moment, challenging him with eye contact and feeling your chest tighten at the way he seemed to match the intensity.

“What’re you doing tonight?”

This was new — he normally just hinted at caring what you were up to, nudged for you to give away whether you were seeing anyone, and danced around flirting just enough that he could deny it if you called him out on it.

You gestured to the book he’d made himself comfortable on, “A riveting night of draining your establishment of coffee ‘til you close, finishing this book and then probably either starting another or binging some shitty tv.”

It was only now that he looked at the book he was leaning on, clocking that it was Ham on Rye and he was the one who’d lent it to you when you’d expressed a desire to read more Bukowski.

“How’re you finding it?”

“Oh, and apparently starting the Jess and Y/N book club,” you teased, “Yeah, I’m enjoying. Thank you again for letting me borrow it.”

He smiled, “Anytime. Want me to leave you alone ‘til you’re done with it?”

You pondered his question for a moment. You didn’t want him to go anywhere, but weren’t quite sure if you should suppress your eagerness for his company.

“No, no,” you bit your lip, “Its alright. Does—,” you almost asked if Luke needed him, in the hopes that he’d say no and you could ask him if he wanted to get out of there. Almost.

“Does… what?”

“Nothing, never mind,” you shook your head, blushing crimson at how closely he watched your every move, “Its quiet in here tonight.”

He shrugged, “I was hoping you’d ask if I wanted to get out of here, because Luke definitely doesn’t need me when it’s this dead.”

You smirked, “Is this you asking me to get out of here?”

“Maybe.”

“Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yes, Jess, cool. Let’s go somewhere else,” you grinned, pulling your book from beneath his elbow slowly and watching him roll his eyes at your teasing smile as you did so, “I was going to ask that. Didn’t want to seem too eager and boost your ego.”

He feigned insult again, “Ego? What ego?!”

He rose to his feet as you packed your book into your bag, gesturing that he was going to go and tell Luke he was leaving and quickly sauntering over to the counter, where you just about overheard Luke mumble, “Finally asked then?”

That made your stomach swarm with butterflies — this was really happening.

All this time, and things were finally progressing.

Jess briefly disappeared behind the counter, before re-emerging with his jacket and opening the door to the diner for you to lead the way out.

“Where’d ya wanna go?” you asked, your voice quiet as you suddenly felt anxious about being so close to him.

Your feelings for Jess had been growing steadily for so long now, bubbling under the surface, and now you finally had an inkling he actually liked you too you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

He shrugged again, looking down at his feet with his hands stuffed in his pockets as he ambled through Stars Hollow at your side.

“We can just walk,” you hummed, “Or we can go to mine. I’ve, uh, got a treehouse out back that my dad built when I was a kid. Or not if that’s a really fucking lame suggestion.”

He kicked a stone at his feet, “No, that sounds good. Totally lame. But good.”

That pleased you enough to elicit a small hum from your lips, and you found yourself walking a little closer to him as you led the way to your house, “Good. Follow me then.”

When you arrived at your house it was empty as ever — the reason you spent so much time at Luke’s was the rarity of company at your own home given your parents’ busy work lives.

You grabbed a few drinks from the fridge, some snacks from the cupboard, and then led the way out back to the treehouse, which was lit with fairy lights and adorned inside with band posters and shelves of books.

“I’ll give it to you, Y/N, it’s less lame than expected,” Jess nudged your side as you crawled in and slumped down on the mattress in the corner of the room, scoffing at him, “I feel honoured to have the Jess Mariano’s approval.”

“Should I feel privileged to be up here?” he licked his lips, eyes glancing over at the torn “NO BOYS ALLOWED” sign discarded at the edge of the tree house too, “Or does the sad state of the sign suggest I’m one of many exceptions?”

You rolled your eyes, “If you’re jealous that other boys may have been up here, you can just say that, Jess. But you should feel privileged because you’re the first. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t even think twice about bringing you up here.”

He seemed to like that, his eyes glimmering as they darted between your lips and your eyes repeatedly while he found the words to respond.

“I’d say that means you like me, Y/N,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, and your close proximity left you shuddering as his breath fanned over your face, “Can’t say I blame you.”

His shit-eating grin made you roll your eyes for the millionth time tonight, “Here I was about to say maybe you were right. Thanks for snapping me out of it, shithead. I don’t like you nearly as much as you like yourself, huh.”

He just stared at you for a moment, eyes still twinkling and his breathing jagged.

“Funny, except I don’t think that’s true,” his head dipped to kiss you now, capturing your lips at first tentatively and then with increasing pressure as you kissed back.

He pulled back for a second, half smirking and half dazed, “Yep, I’d say you definitely like me.”

“Says the one who initiated the kiss,” you challenged, “And has been flirting with me incessantly since, like, the moment we met.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Oh is that so?”

“Are you denying it?”

“Oh no, I’ve definitely been flirting,” he licked his lips once more, desperate to kiss you again but trying to refrain for now, “It’s just funny that you’re only calling me out on it now.”

You gently shoved him and poked out your tongue, “I can kick you out of my treehouse whenever I want, you know.”

He only leaned closer again, “But you’re not gonna, are you?”

Jesus Christ you’d not been prepared for the palpitations in your chest right now. Your heart thrummed against your rib cage, drunk on the feelings that had only gotten stronger tonight.

“It’s your lucky day.”

You kissed him again, and the arm he wasn’t propped up on scooped around your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

You stayed like this for god knows how long, joking around in between kisses and getting more and more comfortable in each other’s company, until he sat up abruptly and furrowed his brows.

“What’s wrong? Filled your kiss quota for the night and ready to leave or something?” you smiled, tongue in cheek, and he chuckled.

“Oh no, never. Just figured as much as I’d like to just kiss you, we should probably talk,” it was unlike Jess to look as nervous as he did right now.

In the time that had passed this evening, you’d grown comfortable enough to help him out a little here.

“I really like you, Jess.”

He wasn’t expecting that — you could tell from his wide eyes and open mouth, which he swiftly shut when he realised he was slack-jawed and silent.

He reached out to take your hand in his, fingers twiddling with yours, “You do? That’s, uh, good. ‘Cause I really like you too, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the little joyous giggle that escaped your lips, and he couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at the sound of it, “D’you want to stay over tonight? We can sleep in here?”

He kissed your nose, relaxing back into his reclined position again, “If you’re sure… I’d like that.”

“‘Mm, c’mon then,“ you cuddled in a little closer to him, suddenly overcome with tiredness from the evenings events, “…’m sleepy.”

He smiled, a broader smile than he was sure he’d ever smiled before, happy you were finally this close to him. He dipped his head to kiss your forehead, interlocking your hands as you got comfortable on his chest.

“G’night beautiful,” he whispered, and you could hear his heart thrumming in his chest. You couldn’t believe you’d found this side of Jess Mariano. And you weren’t going to get over that joy any time soon.

“Night Jess,” you hummed, already half asleep, “You better be here when I wake up.”

“Oh I will, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.”

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ahhHhHhh i hope you enjoyed this !!! please feel free to make some requests if you’d like, or just let me know what you think! i’ve been in such a writer’s block funk lately — but hopefully i’m back now!

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Soaked nightmare - Part 2

Modern!Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Synopsis: after letting your ex-boyfriend into your home, sweet nothing leave his lips so easily it makes you question why you even split.

Cw:Substances, alcohol, mentions of other self-destructive shenanigans.

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Your words die on your tongue, your hands safely in Sukunas grip as gentle crimson eyes look up at you. Because he needs you he says, because he loves you he says. He didn’t need you that day, he made it abundantly clear how fine he was without you nagging at him. But he misses you, he’d do anything to have you back. Whatever the cost.

“You don’t need me, don’t be ridiculous.”

“How do ya know that I don’t?”

“You made it pretty clear, Sukuna.”

“Am i not being clear now?” He asks, inked arm hooking around your waist as he brings you closer. His inked fingers are splayed on your lower back, his forehead on your abdomen as he shuts his eyes tight. “I need ya, damnit.” He breathes out, fingers curling around the fabric of your pajamas as his brows furrow. He hates you being this wisp of smoke, hates that he can never fully have you in his hands. He hates that he knows you’re contemplating whether to pull away or not.

“You don’t.” You sigh, arms at your sides, frozen at his gentle touch. You’ve almost forgotten. Forgotten how he holds you like fine china, like you’re a piece of porcelain. He holds you like you’re precious, the most important thing to him. And you are, to your dismay.

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Why won’t you just listen to me?” He sneers, arm tightening around you as he speaks. Damn you and your beautiful hard headedness. Hes being so clear, he needs you, point blank. “M’ a fucking mess withoutcha, can’t you tell?” He spits out, words a mix of sheer desperation and the tiniest sliver of anger. He’s trying so hard to be sweet, but maybe he needs to yell to get this in your head.

“I know i put my hands on ya, hell, you probably don’t want to hear shit from me.” He whispers, head resting against you as he tries to quell the loud voice in his head telling him to just shove his words down your throat, or his tongue, and make you listen. “Still ain’t over what we had, still miss wakin’ up to your pretty face.” He scoffs, relishing in the closeness between you two. He’s missed your warmth, missed being able to admit how much of a monster he is and being met with nothing but boundless empathy. He missed everything about you, found himself daydreaming of you like a teenager. You as his wife, you at the beach, at your honeymoon, painting a nursery, going on dates, anything.

“This isn’t proving your point. As i said—you’re hurting and you miss me. You don’t need me.”

“Tch.” Sukuna clicked his tongue in frustration, a voice like sandpaper sounding so gentle towards you it’s surprising. “Thats bullshit. Since when have i not needed ya?” He says, voice falling quiet as he’s at a loss for words. He’s never been good with words before. He’d kiss you to show you how much he’s missed you, but thats not right for the moment. He’d fuck you to show you how much he yearns for you, but it’s not the time for that. He doesn’t know what the time for anything is anymore.

“Sukuna—“

“‘M not good at this mushy shit,” he admits lowly, a hand going through his now dry pink locks. Taking a shuddering breath, he tilts his head up to meet your gaze. “I fucked up real bad, never shoud’ve put my hands on ya, baby.” He says, scarred knuckles against his lips to prevent any profanities from spilling out. Not towards you, no. Towards himself, but he knows how much you hate when he gets into that self-deprecating state. He decides its best to just say what hes thinking.

“Im drinking,” he blurts out abruptly. If he gets you concerned, maybe he can guilt trip you a little into coming back. He knows it’s wrong, but he really is drinking, he needs you. Needs you to yell at him and scold him.

“Again? Why?” You chide, hands on his shoulders as you involuntarily squeeze his tense muscles, earning a soft groan from Sukuna. “I thought you quit.”

“I did, for a time.” He shrugs his shoulders, his nonchalant demeanor betraying the level of shit he’s going through all by his own accord. “But fuck, when it gets cold and dark out, i cant think of shit but you.” He mumbles against your skin, lowering his head in a weird shame. He wants to crawl in your skin and never leave, he wants to pull your shirt up, shove his head underneath it and fall asleep just like that. “You were with me when no one else was…to give a shit whether i lived or died.” He confesses, voice shaky as he clutches onto you like you’re his lifeline. He’s leaving his cracked, vile and filthy heart in your pristine hands to see if he’ll feel any semblance of tranquility, even for a moment.

“Sukuna, people do give a shit, not just me. Your brother’s, they’d be crushed if something happened to you.” You say softly, getting the hint of his current state. He’s struggling, struggling with the guilt of losing you, the one person who he believes saw him.

“Brothers got their own shit to do. Barely see ‘em as is lately.” He mumbles, voice hoarse like he’s ripping the words from his throat instead of speaking. “Choso’s in college, Yuujis in high-school havin’ the time of his life—“ Sukuna sighs, breath shaky as he speaks. “It’s different, they’re my brothers.” He says. “But you… fuck, made me feel like i deserved to be cared for too, y’know?” He scoffs, nearly mocking himself at the sheer stupidity of it all. He drove you away, and now he tosses away his pride just to have you back. “Like maybe… i dunno, i could learn to be better or some shit.”

He presses a hand over his eyes. Trying to ignore the tears threatening to well in his eyes. Your smell, your voice, all of it sends him spiraling. He’s been a mess without you, “im not used to bein’ alone anymore,” he mutters, letting our a deep breath, wrapping both of his arms around you as he breathes steadily. His forehead is rested against your abdomen, large hands holding you infront of him as he basks in your presence like you’re ambrosia breathing divinity into his scarred mortal body.

It was true his brothers cared for him deeply, despite his prickly attitude and tendency to be a little bitch. But you were different. His brothers have no choice than to love him, they’re his family. But you loved him at his worst, chose to look at him voluntarily. You chose him. And it still sucks when on the special occasions he sees his brothers, they ask about you.

How is she?

Haven’t seen her in a while!

You didn’t argue, did you?

You look sad, something happen with your girlfriend?

“You’re clinging onto the past, you’ve gotta look forward.” You say, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as you give him a little pat. He needs it. But he cant look forward, not when you are the thing he looks back at.

You’re his Eurydice, he can’t help but look back. When the love of his life is gone and he remain the same monster, how could he ever remain looking forward when your steps grown quiet, when he cannot tell if hes actually getting you back, or being led forward without you? Being tricked to live life without your presence. Who is Orpheus without his Eurydice?

“Past is all i got,” Sukuna utters, looking up between curtains of pink hair as his eyes your face. “That’s where you are.” He say, nuzzling his face into you abdomen as he breathes you in. God, he wants you back. He’d sever his own hands just to make sure he never hurt you again, anything to ensure you felt comfortable with him again.

The silence gnaws at him, he senses your apprehension, towards him, towards what he’s implying. He’s such a mess. He feels like a dog, an animal. Whats that one saying? Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Why the hell did he do that? Hurt the one thing keeping him tethered to this stupid place. He can’t put into words how he used to feel when he gazed at you. Saw a million lives in your eyes, a trillion possibilities, a billion things you could do together.

He doesn’t see anything in his reflection, not a damn thing. He sees the scars, the tattoos, the cold features, the empty gaze. He stands in his bathroom staring at himself, remembering the days you’d come in all sleepy, wrap your arms around his waist, call him handsome and pepper kisses on his shoulder. The only time he ever saw anything in his wretched reflection was when your pretty face was perched on his shoulder with that cheeky smile on your lips.

What is there to Sukuna when there is no you?

“Sukuna, you’ve gotta let go.” You say, your tone exasperated. You’re tired of your heart shattering each time you see him, tired of having to stare at the face of the man you love and deny him. You might just break.

“I know.”

“So why don’t you?”

“Cause’ i can’t. Gotta be yours again, i need it—need you.” He repeats his reasoning for the millionth time, eyes screwed shut, breaths uneven and shallow as he remains there, muscular arms acting like a belt around you.

“Sukuna, i—“ you pause, hands gently finding their rightful place in his hair, making his breath hitch. He lets out a shaky breath, raw and vulnerable. Your mere touch might be enough to derail him, send him begging like a child, on his knees and everything “How will i make sure you won’t get mad again?”

Sukuna tenses at the words, sensing the anxiety behind them. He leans his head up into your touch, “I’ll never lay a hand on ya again,”

“Sukuna that doesn’t—“

“Let ya cut my hands off, i swear to ya.” He utters, the raw tone of his voice stunning you. He’s serious, dead serious. “You’ve got my permission to cut em off if i dare raise a hand to you.” He laughs, finally letting his little quip be evident. Its the thought that counts, right?

“Thats… its not funny.” You say, moving your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, a sour expression on your face.

“Totally funny.”

“Its scary, you’d probably do it.”

“You know me so well, baby.” Sukuna coos, gently taking your hand as he brushes his lips across the tip of each finger. He glances up at you, eyes locked as he speaks once more. “Let me be yours again,” he utters softly, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing the top of your handz

“Ill get better for ya’. I’ll quit drinking, quit the drugs, all of it.”

“Drugs?”

“Did i forget to mention that? My bad, baby.”

“God, you’re a mess.”

“Your mess.” He says with a signature devilish grin, looking up at you as he awaits any words. Any confirmation you’ll be his again. He’s doing his best to get you back, to charm you. He just needs you.

“You promise?”

“Promise what?”

“Promise you’ll be better if i come back.”

“Does that mean you’re comin back to me?”

“Answer the question.”

“I’ll try, can’t handle losin’ ya again.” Sukunas playful tone drops under your caring gaze, only tenderness remaining. “I know i fucked up bad… but I’m willing to do anythin for ya.” He says, choking up as he speaks. The situation is looking up, and he’s nearly moved to tears. He knows damn well what hell do if you take him back.

He’s planned everything out in his head from all the times he was blackout drunk and day dreaming. Hell put a ring on your pretty finger, tie you to him, actually tie you to him. Hell get a better job, make sure you never stress, keep you happy. Quit killing himself, he would never shorten his time with you there. He’d want to live all his years with you, but he’d like to die before you if possible. He wouldn’t be able to see you die. You’re thinking too far into the future, Sukuna.

“Hell, ill quit drinking, quit smoking, just say the word,baby.”

“You’re quitting.”

“Im quitting.”

You smile softly, despite the situation. Big bad Sukuna has returned to your life, softer than ever. But even a bigger mess. “Missed you,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re taking him back, and Sukuna just melts as soon as the words leave your pretty lips. He catches his breath, arms clutching to pull you close. “Fuck… been dying to hear you say that’” he says, tone shaky as he hugs you tight. Theres no use in him telling you he missed you, he’s made that abundantly clear.

He’s gotten his Eurydice back. He went into the underworld, determined to fetch your soul so you’d be together again. And the tender care in your eyes, the softness of your hands, he can’t express his joy. He loves you, loves you dearly. Hell never leave you again.

This is definitely his wife. Totally his wife. Past, present, future.

He notices it when he walks home, kicking off his shoes as he nearly collapses at the doorstep. “M home.” He calls out to no one in particular, sultry voice ringing out through your cozy apartment as he’s jolted to his senses by a loud clanging noise.

“Hon, you good?” His eyebrows perk up, rushing to the kitchen to investigate the source of the noise. He finds you there, a large pan on the floor thats fallen out of your cabinet. “God, scared me.” He sighs in relief, walking over to you as he picks up the pan in his large hand, putting it on the kitchen counter. You stand there in your little apron, experimenting with your cooking like usual as he approaches you. He pulls you in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he melts onto you.

“Tired?”

“Mhm.” He hums, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he remains there, still in uniform.

“Had an arrest today, fucker ran so damn fast i think i dislocated my hip.” He groans, fingers fidgeting with the little bow you tied on the back of your apron. “Was just like how i was a few years ago.”

“Thats why you’re so gloomy?” You inquired softy, your hand going up to carefully caress his cheek, the metal of your wedding band cool against his skin. Even the sight of it on your finger has Sukuna giddy. “Mhm.” He hums once more, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I think i lost my ring.”

“What?!”

“Kidding.” He laughs, pressing more kisses to your face. He likes the shock on your face when he tells you that. It reminds him he’s your husband, you’re his wife, and you don’t play about your wedding rings. He never thought that he would go from being your boyfriend, to a troubled young-adult, to your boyfriend again, than your husband. You saved him, you truly did. Turned that fuck-up of a man into a real person. He’s a cop, he’s a husband, his relationship with his brothers is better than ever—all because of you. His sweet, wonderful, goddesses of a wife.

“I’d never lose our ring. What type of husband would i be then?” He says with a cheeky grin, raising his hand with the matching wedding band. It’s almost stupid how much he likes it. Sometimes you catch Sukuna staring at it without him knowing. “Alright, alright, quit it.” You giggle, swatting his hand away jokingly as you turn back to the kitchen. “Take my bun out of the oven.”

“Yes ma’am.” Your words don’t register in Sukunas head, and he just turns to the oven to take your ‘bun’ out. He can’t catch the wordplay at all. “Hon, this is a loaf.” He says, taking your loaf of regular wheat bread out of the oven in total confusion. “This is a loaf of bread.” He states, “The hell is it in the oven for?”

“Baby. Its a bun.”

“This is clearly a loaf of bread.”

“Sukuna! A bun. A bun in the oven.” You point to the loaf of bread you’ve dubbed a ‘bun’ to emphasize your point. It’s supposed to be a metaphoric bun, because there weren’t any at the grocery store.

“Baby, this is clearly a loaf—“ he says, eyes widening as the realization sets in. A bun in the oven? He turns to you.

“What?”

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#sukuna ryomen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #husband sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jjk fluff #fluff

[ooffmlsorry]

Law's Petname

A/N: Idk what this is...it's like half essay half story??? Once again bear with me lol

It took me forever to come up with a petname for Law whenever I write him. I think he'd be fine with babe and hon, maybe sweetheart, but the idea that his s/o wouldn't have a silly petname for him that's a little embarrassing doesn't seem right to me.

Because let's be honest as serious as Law is, I can't imagine he isn't (probably unconsciously) attracted to people that are goofy and silly. I mean, look at his crew and his friendship with Luffy (despite how he protests), and it probably goes back to Cora. A really goofy person who really, really cared about him and loved him. And even more so it could go back to his family. I may not be caught up on One Piece, but he sister was the one trying to drag him to a fair(? Parade?) to have some fun when he was trying to study.

His s/o trying to get him to have fun and tease him a little is basically a form of saying "I love you" to him. Whether they succeed or not in getting him to take chill pill and laugh doesn't matter, but I think the effort means a lot.

All this is to say as much as he would probably pretend to hate having a ridiculous mushy petname, he'd probably love it. So of course he would have one and then it came to me.

Buttercup

Mostly because of his hair. This feels cringe, but cringe is dead (mostly) and I'm trying to make a point.

LOOK AT HIS HAIR AND THEN LOOK AT HERS

Am I crazy? Looks a little like Buttercup. Hence the nickname.

I just imagine Law, not wearing his hat, half awake shuffling into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. His eyes are barely open he's so sleepy because he was up all night. He doesn't even realize you're there into you say

Buttercup Because his hair reminds you of a cartoon you used to watch as a child.

And he kind of hums gruffly not even processing what you said, just that his beloved spoke. And then it kind of...sticks. It's the first petname outside of babe that feels right when you say it.

The first time he registers that you've called him Buttercup, he blushes so hard. Out of the kindness of your heart respect for him you don't try it out until the two of you are alone. "Having a sleepover" as you call it, but you just sleep in Law's bed most nights these days so it's not really worth calling "a sleepover" if it's the norm. Resting your head on Law's chest and lazily tracing his tattoos you say, "you're so cozy, Buttercup." When you feel him tense you look up at him and his face is so red. He ducks his head in an attempt to hide his face, but there's no use.

So you say it again. "Like your new name? You're my Buttercup."

It takes him a moment to compose himself and ask where you got that from and explain that his hair reminds you of character named Buttercup from a show you watched when you were little.

And of course he's gonna act like he hates it when people are around, but he never once tells you to stop.

#law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece x reader headcanons #trafalgar law x reader

[ghuleh-recs]

It's @iamthecomet's birthday!!! Comet is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and in honor of her birthday I threw together a list of some of my all-time favorites of hers. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have enjoyed every. single. thing. Comet has written. On top of being an incredible writer, she is a DELIGHTFUL human being. She is SO ridiculously kind and quick to offer advice or support to whichever anon might be dropping into her inbox that day. We are beyond lucky to have such a talented, beautiful soul in this fandom. So go forth, treat yourself to some Comet fics, and leave some comments and kudos as a lil' bday treat ♡

recs under the cut.

Born Under a Troubled Sign - Aether x Dewdrop - 40.7k

Dewdrop goes from water to fire. It goes about as well as can be expected. *THE DEWDROP ANGST FIC OF ALL TIME. I will never stop recommending this and I am not sorry.

Dance With Me - Aeon x Swiss - 1.1k

“Dance?” Swiss rolls his eyes and curls his hand around Aeon’s forearm. He’s so warm. That’s the one thing about Swiss that stays constant even with the glamor. The heat of him. Aeon moves closer like a moth drawn to a flame, and Swiss abandons his grip on Aeon’s arm in favor of one around his waist. “Yeah,” Swiss whispers, leaning in to drag his nose up the side of Aeon’s neck. Inhaling sharply as he noses against his hairline. “That’s what I said.” “There’s no music?”

Tear Me Down - Dewdrop x Rain - 7.7k

Dew can't handle a bad day productively. Rain makes him handle it his way. They make some noise. They're probably never going to be allowed at this hotel again. “Yeah, yeah,” Dew says dismissively. Stroking from root to tip, watching the way Rain is leaking already. Like always. Wet from start to finish. “Can’t believe you’re still mouthing off.” Dew shrugs, watching Rain fill out in his hand, twisting his fist around the head, pressing his fingers to the underside. Rain’s flushed and shiny already. Each stroke makes his stomach clench. “You haven’t really given me a reason to stop.”

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 154) - Aeon x Dewdrop - 1k

Prompt: i will offer you my firstborn child for a new ghoul focused fic about him being praised about insecurities. i find comfort in my favs having the same issues as me, so the idea of him not really liking his body but being praised for it is just so good to me

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 16) - Aether x Cumulus x Dewdrop x Sunshine x Swiss - 1k

Could I request something with similar appreciation for a larger body for Cumulus? Any partner or multiple partners are fine. I crave some fat body appreciation and love on a soul level, I adore her so much and she deserves every inch of her beautiful plush figure to be lavished with attention and devotion.

Dewdrop & Sunshine are Chaos Incarnate - Dewdrop & Sunshine - <;1k

Prompt: I neeeeeeed chaos twins Dew and Sunshine gettin in trouble with Mountain and Ifrit

Fill Your Lungs With Words - Aether x Dewdrop - 4.8k

He loves Dew when he’s two seconds away from self-immolation. Loves him when he’s badgering Mountain into letting him in the kitchen—which is always a bad decision. He loves him when he’s high and pliant, loves him when he falls asleep on Aether’s chest, a gentle purr rolling through his body. Aether’s fucking in love with him. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Let Me Decide What You Need - Mountain x Swiss x Rain - 8.6k

Rain and Swiss take Mountain down to studs. It's surprisingly easy.

Perfect Fit - Aeon x Cumulus - 1.2k

Cumulus tries on her old uniform. Aeon gets an eyeful. Can't really blame him for what happens next.

Comet's Mushy May Collection (Ch. 10) - Aether x Everyone (kinda) - 1k

Unspoken I love you / First I love you Love is an easy thing with them. The pack is full of it. Casual I love yous thrown over shoulders. The press of thumbs over knuckles, the slide of fingers together. They all fit together. Bonded by experience, by undeniable kinship. Aether feels it. Feels the swell of love, the burn of it in his chest. And he thinks about saying it back when Cumulus calls it to him. Thinks about whispering it in Dew’s ear when they’re curled up together. Thinks about letting those words fall off of his tongue again. It’s been…he could pretend he doesn’t know. He could just say it’s been a while. It’s been almost a year. He can pretend that he doesn’t know this down to the day—the minute almost. *this one hurts. you have been warned.

It's No Fun 'Til Someone Dies (series) - murder ghouls - 10k

Dew doesn’t understand how they haven’t figured it out yet. Humanity's persistence, its blindness will be its downfall. He’s in awe of the way they continue to insist to themselves that it’s normal for multiple people a month to just—vanish. To “go home” without taking any of their stuff. To flee in the middle of the night. Or fall from balconies, or down the stairs, or drown. That they haven’t figured out that the unlucky few are fodder for the machine that is the Ghost Project. Food, literally, for the hell-spawn that drives it forward. They spend their days looking at the Ghouls like they are something to be attained. A prize to win. Dew is happy to encourage it. To let them walk right into the trap. He runs his teeth over his fangs. He can still taste the blood.

* Okay I need to stop myself because I could keep going indefinitely.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

#hbd comet!!!!!! #and a very happy comet day to those who observe #my fic recs #the band ghost fic recs #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #aeon ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls fic #fic rec!! #birthday mixtape

[kaeyachi]

I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS FOR LANTERN RITE

Spoilers below

First of all, I spent the entire time dreading what pain Gaming's plotline would have brought me. I was stressing the entire time! I'm sure the plotline is hitting too close to home for some of us...

Which brings me to the ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS GROUP OF THOUSAND YEAR OLDS (and their children) BEING CHAOTIC MESSES

Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper are the comedic duo i did not anticipate, but the moment they did their dialogue to distract Gaming, I couldn't stop cackling. Please, they're both stupidly hilarious! THE DUST THEY WERE MAKING AS THEY RAN WAS SO COMICAL. I love their npc looking asses lmaaaooooo

Zhongli randomly appearing surprised me! But you know what surprised me even more? XIAO (the amount of screenshots I took when he appeared...). I am absolutely sure Zhongli went all the way to Wangshu just to get Xiao to meet with him. We gotta appreciate Zhongli managing to get Xiao to consider visiting him more (pls visit Zhongli more often Xiao)

BUT THAT BEGS THE QUESTION: Do we have a date tomorrow??? With Xiao? Please let it be us Xiao. We love kite flying (also thanks again Zhongli for promting this) HOYO PLEASE LET THIS BE ANOTHER XIAO DATE!

Another comedic duo I did not expect are Shenhe and Xianyun! While Cloud Retainer does not sound natural in her speeches (shes trying!), Shenhe absolutely obliterated the sanity of the entire conversation just by being herself! (they got Gaming to think theyre purposely making themselves look bad lmao)

Yip Tak's "aiya" spoke to my soul. Please save this NPC dad from everyone else.

The cutscene for the actual lantern rite? Spectacular. Absolutely beautiful. Gaming's performance brings me back to my childhood (yearly, lion dancers would enter my school and perform for us. It was magical then, it's still magical now)

Unexpectedly made me wonder about Keqing x Charlotte though! (Charqing?) They're actually cute! They got Charlotte casually taking pics of Keqing while an entire event was on going lmao (she did it multiple times pfft) Gotta respect using up your film like that Charlotte.

Yaoyao and Qiqi! They soften my heart so fast! More of them too, please hoyo!

Finally, Gaming running to hug his dad (who he probably hasnt hugged in such a long time at that) made me tear up. They're not perfect, but they are on better terms, and that's way more than many of us would ever have...

Im very soft and mushy at the moment (and a bit jealous of Gaming coz that fr went so well...naol), so I guess my final thought on this matter is HAPPY LANTERN RITE

#kaeyachi randoms #I LOVE GAMING SO MUCH PLEASE #truly the genz rep #happy lantern rite!! #THE OLD IDIOTS ARE COOKING

[heyheydidjaknow]

Hey babes! How has your day been?

I read something a bit recently where a character slips into their native tongue when they're having sex, and I was wondering what language you think L would talk in when he's too flustered to translate in his head and what he would say tp you

Anyways thank you for sharing your amazing writing! I haven't stopped thinking about your drunk L oneshot, so thank you so much for posting it!

I am so happy someone asked, honestly. I could and might just write a headcanon regarding the specifics of Drunk L but I’ve been having a lot of writers block recently so it was a lot of fun. Apologies in advance for anyone who has/does/will ever speak Japanese, French/Italian, or Russian; I don’t know a single lick of any of those languages so this piece was carried by Google translate and websites claiming to know phrases in those languages. Also, there’s sex mention in this one, just FYI.

Really depends. Probably one of the first questions he’s asking early in a relationship is whether you speak more than one language, and if you do he will not use that one. If you do not speak a language other than English, it depends on how flustered he is. In level of severity it goes Japanese, French, Russian, with Russian being the most severe.

These are not hard and fast— there is bleeding over between languages because duh— but this is how it usually goes:

Japanese: Really nothing important; it’s most likely just an observation that really has nothing to do with the task at hand but is just a thing that he noticed. Typically how it goes is he’ll say something in Japanese and then say some wild, out of nowhere thing that then turns out to be true. Word of advice: if he is totally on board with an activity, says something in Japanese, and then is suddenly not on board with that activity and is quietly trying to remove you from that activity, let him remove you two from the activity; there is a reason that has nothing to do with his enjoyment of the activity that you guys shouldn’t do that thing.

Example: one time the two of you were watching a stupid home renovation TV show hosted by a married couple. In the middle of a conversation regarding the aesthetic merit of white on white, he mumbled, “彼女は彼の視線に会っていない,” around his drink. When asked what he said, instead of telling you, he claimed that the seemingly happy couple was going to be divorced by the end of the year. He went on to predict that the man would still be in love with her years into the future but the woman would have lost all interest by then and would ask to break it off. Sure enough, two months later, the tabloids were reporting on their totally not at all expected break up.

French (+ Italian but he is no longer fluent): this has something to do with you. You can’t prove it because you don’t speak French or Italian, but it 100% has something to do with you. This is going to be your mushy shit, the “you’re so beautiful”s and the “I love you so much”s. This is also where most snide remarks and insults are going to stay; if he’s looking at someone else and he’s speaking French, odds are whatever he’s saying isn’t particularly kind. Once and a while he’ll grumble out a “Vaffanculo a chi t'è morto” at the TV or at a particularly ridiculous lie or slight, but you’ll never hear him say anything longer than a sentence in Italian. This also qualifies for any sort of rant; if he’s talking for a long time in French he’s probably not thrilled about whatever he’s talking about (usually this something regarding general police incompetence on a case he’s working on, the details of which you are not allowed to know.)

Example: The two of you watched a movie together on the couch, his head laid on your lap and your fingers gently scratching his scalp. You were talking about something you noticed— an actor you liked, some discrepancy in the script— when his hand found your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Tu es un ange. Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait pour te mériter?” When you asked him what he asked, he apologized and claimed it was something to do with the topic at hand, even though you could tell from his tone that he was lying.

Russian: Incredible shock/pain/sex stuff. If he’s having an issue with a word, it’s probably an issue of translating a Russian word to English, which happens almost never in his professional life but at least once a week when in your company. If he is legitimately having some sort of panic, he’s communicating that in Russian. If he is fucking you and he’s out of it to the point of not being able to talk properly, it’s in Russian. If something catches him completely off guard and he doesn’t know how to respond or react, it’s in Russian.

Example: Once, after a particularly long period away from you (about 3 months with little contact) he came back rattled. You left him morning after he arrived to go pick drinks up (coffee, tea, what have you) without telling him. You came back, holding your drinks, when you saw your boyfriend digging through a duffel bag up of work stuff. He looked up at you, blinked once, and let his eyes close, slumping over the bag. “Где ты был?” His words came out harshly, shakily, and quietly. “ты забыл свой телефон. а если бы ты поранился?” After being told where you had gone and reassuring him that nothing happened, he calmed down.

#death note #death note x reader #death note x you #death note lawliet #death note x y/n #l lawliet #dn lawliet #lawliet x reader #l x reader #ryuzaki lawliet

[thotsofintrusion]

Hii! Since you're asking for asks, I wanted to request for an 8turn reaction to their younger s/o calling them "oppa" For the first time. It's fine if you're not okay with it.

oooo this’ll be cute!!! if i can pull it off lol

i am gonna do this as if their s/o is a foreigner, since it would be totally normal for a korean to call them oppa lol

also just a gentle reminder (not at you necessarily anon, just in general) i don’t write anything romantic for people born after 05, so seungheon won’t be included in this

🍭jaeyun

honestly i don’t think it’ll matter that much to him

he may actually think it’s weird lol

since he’s from new zealand, he probably didn’t grow up with that word being used around him

so i doubt he’d care or think of it as important

💗myungho

in love

the first time he hears you call him oppa he gets so soft and mushy

and like yeah he’s always soft but damn

he almost proposed

loves when you call him any pet name but oppa just hits different

call him oppa if you want to get your way

🧸minho

suddenly you’re dating your grandma

seriously every time you call him oppa the urge to take care of you gets even stronger

wants to wrap you in a blanket and keep you there forever

you’re his baby now

he will attend to your every want and need

gets so fond it’s ridiculous

you’re not allowed to call him oppa with the members around because he overdoes the pda

☀️yoonsung

honestly this was really hard to figure out

i can barely imagine him with a younger s/o at all

probably likes it but prefers pet names and the like

wants you to call him ‘my love’ and ‘dear’ and ‘sweetheart’

like an old lady

is happiest when you’re calling him like he’s your princess

being called oppa makes him feel like he has to take care of you

not that he’s opposed to that but you know

he’s a princess

☔️haemin

this bitch has an oppa kink

you’re done for

sorry

i don’t make the rules

🍰kyungmin

could not care less

like yoonsung, would prefer you called him pet names

likes being called jagiya best

will also enjoy puppy, baby, and minnie

🎤yungyu

ha!

he may just have a heart attack actually

he’ll definitely have a mild panic attack at least

but once he calms down

you’re never allowed to call him anything else again

seriously

he won’t respond to anything else

so think carefully about this decision

#kens thoughts #8turn #8turn fluff #8turn minho #8turn myungho #8turn kyungmin #8turn haemin #8turn jaeyun #8turn yungyu #8turn yoonsung #yang minho #cho kyungmin #jung haemin #moon jaeyun #lee yungyu #ji myungho #cho yoonsung #may have to elaborate on haemins oppa kink #askies

[evolutionsvoid]

So you find yourself trudging through the jungle, perhaps looking for a rare specimen or maybe duped into searching for some "lost temple" or whatnot. It is hard work navigating this labyrinth of trees and fighting your way through the understory. The sheer heat and humidity ain't helping much either! So you stop in a clearing to catch your breath and drink some water, when suddenly rain starts to fall. If this journey couldn't get any worse! Sadly, it isn't even a refreshing rain, cool and clear, but a warm suffocating one. And it seems....a bit sticky too. As you see these thick gooey droplets fall upon your shoulder, you realize it isn't raining anywhere else around you, and this stuff is coming down in awkward globs. You touch this goop with your fingers, as apparently that is the only way to confirm if it is water or something else, and indeed find it to be warm and sticky. At this point you immediately drop everything and make a break for it, knowing full well that something is lurking up above you. No time should be wasted in getting away from that spot, only investigating further when you are somewhere more secure. Well, that is what you would do if you weren't an idiot, but if the stories and pulp novels were directing this scene, you would somehow find no need for haste.

You would instead fondle this odd goop in your fingers, and maybe take a whiff because why not. Certainly gathering critical information by doing this! And then once more falls down around you and you finally come to the conclusion it isn't just water (probably because you stuck it in your mouth), you decide to look up. But slowly! Wouldn't want to ruin the tension! Just stand locked in place and very slowly tilt your head upward, just in time to see a massive slug drop down from the branches and ruin your day (and probably life). What a load of rot! Do people seriously read these things? The pulp novels, I mean, not my journal entries. The sheer stupidity that some of those characters display is mind boggling! Why aren't you getting away from the saliva shower? Why do you have to touch blood to determine that it is indeed blood? It's ridiculous! Am I the only one irritated by this kind of writing?! I thought Eucella would find it all dumb too, but whenever I am in her office and talking about it, she always puts her head in her hands and makes a comment about how she has work to do. Really likes avoiding that subject, so she probably secretly likes that stuff. After all, she did write some pretty pulpy mushy stuff back in the day, so that might actually be her bread and butter. Oh, I am rambling again! Right! Back to the entry!

So why did I make this tale about someone getting dropped on by a giant slug? Because this entry is talking about a giant slug! The Spotted Keelback, to be exact! The Spotted Keelback is a species of, well, giant slug (doing great, Chlora), but it would be better to say that they are actually related to Carcolhs! Now do note, I did not say that they are Carcolhs, rather that they are related. As you can probably see, one group has a big ol shell on their back, while the Spotted Keelback very obviously doesn't. It seems they once shared a common ancestor, but eventually split and became the two different groups we see today. The Spotted Keelback does share some similarities in size and general anatomy, especially with that fierce radula of theirs! Developed into a very toothy mandible that can easily shred through skin and flesh. The main difference you can see is that they do not have the oral tendrils that Carcolhs have, rather their snout ends in stubby orifices or nozzles. These are why I talked about the warm sticky saliva up above (is it weird if I keep writing that? Not sure), as from these orifices come large amounts of gooey mucus. This stuff is similar to what coats the Lou Carcolh's oral tendrils, as it is like a fast acting adhesive once it makes contact with a surface. The difference here, though, is that this mucus is capable of forming long strands and webs, with incredible strength that can support the weight of the Spotted Keelback or human sized prey! Of course, it depends on the thickness of this gooey rope, as thin ones do more to entangle than actually lift up its food. This glue slime doesn't just come from their oral tubes, but from their foot and breathing pore too! It should be noted that while this mucus can grip prey and surfaces tightly, the Spotted Keelback can slither through this stuff effortlessly! It wouldn't be effective if they could get caught in their own trap!

From my earlier tale and talk of the glue snot, you can probably already guess how the Spotted Keelback hunts. Their mucus is used to snare and entangle prey, slowing them down or trapping them for the slug to come in and finish them off. They choose to hunt by ambush, typically waiting up in the thick branches above for prey to pass by down below. Their actual techniques in trapping prey can vary, as they have a few tricks. One is to find a clearing and drop thick puddles of this mucus on the ground, perfect for catching the legs of those who step in it. Another is to hang long strands of mucus down from the branches, often coated in leaves and detritus to look like random vines. Those who blunder through them will find these "vines" holding them fast, and their confusion and struggling is often enough to tie them up more and give the Keelback time to slink in. There is also the tactic of waiting in the branches and then shooting out a wide spray of mucus to shower down on prey like a gooey net. All very valid strategies! In most cases, the Spotted Keelback has created itself a long thick strand of mucus that it uses to hang itself from, suspending it in the air right above the target. When victims get tripped up, the Keelback will release its grip on this mucus rope and plunge down onto its meal. Its boneless nature means nothing gets broken from such a fall, but the same typically cannot be said for their prey. The sheer weight of a Keelback dropping on you can knock the wind out of you, break bones and leave you in a very bad situation. Its coating of mucus from its foot will affix them to prey, and their muscly body won't wait to coil around the victim and hold them tight. From there, fangs filled with paralytic venom will be jabbed in to fully stop their food from fighting back. And once they are rendered immobile, the fang-filled radula will be used to shred them into easy to eat chunks. 

Since the jungle and rainforests are active places with a lot of hungry mouths, the Spotted Keelback will typically take its kill somewhere else to enjoy. They will coat it in mucus then slither up a tree carrying a long strand still connected to the carcass. Once up in the branches, the food is then pulled up and suspended mid-air. Now the slug can slither down and enjoy its meal in peace, as no large predators or scavengers can reach them in this position, and smaller ones risk getting caught in their glue trap! Kind of a beautiful way to eat, hanging in the air like that! Though elegance is far from the mind once they start digging in, as blood and meaty bits start flying and raining the ground down below. Smaller critters do love that part, darting into this meat shower for free scraps.  

The slime strands they create and rappel from play a large part in their lifestyle. Obviously, it is big for hunting, but it is also how they escape predators, hold onto kills they cannot finish in one sitting and also do their whole reproduction thing. Like Carcolhs, Keelbacks are hermaphrodites, so any two of their species will do when it comes to mating! When the breeding season is on, the Keelbacks will lay down pheromone laced trails of slime wherever they go, as others can use it to follow them when they catch the scent. The individual as well will be looking for goo trails to track down mates, following it until they run into the secretor! Once two slugs meet, it is time for mating, which I must say is an incredibly beautiful display! It is truly a show you have to see to believe! Hopefully I am not sounding too weird about this. Actually, am I allowed to go into detail on this subject? Ah whatever, full speed ahead! Eucella will cut it out if she finds it inappropriate, but that is nature! Animals have sex, how do you think we get more animals?! So the two Keelbacks will create a long thick strand of mucus that hangs from high up in the trees. The two shall dangle from this strand and intertwine their bodies. Once they are suspend and wrapped around one another, they will evert their large, long and surprisingly colorful penises to inject the other with sperm. I would include a drawing of that, but I feel like I am already testing my luck with this description (I can already feel Eucella's red inked quill hanging above this whole section)! Like I said though, it is shockingly beautiful, and the end result is hundreds of eggs laid by each slug. These egg clusters are hung from sticky strands where predators cannot reach them. When the young hatch, it is up to them to fend for themselves. 

Spotted Keelbacks are opportunistic predators that will happily try to eat anything that enters their trap, so that means humans are on the menu! Dryads are technically in danger too, as they will drop on any moving thing down below but won't know it tastes awful til they have their radula buried in our neck. With this, the species is feared by both locales and outsiders. Some folks call them "Jaguar Slugs" due to their large size, spotted pattern and carnivorous diet. Their glue slime is collected by some to serve as an adhesive, good for fusing two things together or repairing damage to homes, canoes and other things. Their meat is considered to be incredibly tender and delicious, and their hide is worn for ceremonial garbs or just straight up bragging rights. Hunting them typically calls for offering them a sacrifice, driving another animal into their trap so the Keelback descends upon them. Once it is distracted by this bait, the hunters rush in with spears and drive them in deep. Whatever weapons are used for this hunt should be ones you aren't afraid of losing, as when you plunge them in, good luck ever getting them out. One of the dangers of eating Spotted Keelback is finding a spear head or arrow tip in the middle of your meal. Some say finding one that was lost in a failed hunt is a sign of bad luck, which I find to be an understatement when you suddenly find yourself chewing on a spearhead.

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Spotted Keelback"

What else we need for Halloween? Snails and Slugs! Or more so just slugs!

#slug #gastropod #mollusk #monster #creature #art #drawing

[rphelperblog]

Daughter of the Pirate King Book Quote Rp Meme

book by Tricia Levenseller - feel free to change pronouns or edit quotes for rp purposes

“Everyone has something dark in their past. I suppose it's our job to overcome it. And if we can’t overcome it, then all we can do is make the most of it.” 

“The sea watches over me. She protects her own.”

“You are here because I want information.” 

“That’s nice. I want a clean cell.” 

I owe him my life and my allegiance. He is the best thing I have, and I would never do anything to hurt or betray him.” 

“A challenge and an insult all wrapped into one. My specialty.” 

“Oh, the ridiculous things one has to do when one is a pirate.” 

“Lass, you've the face of an angel but the tongue of a snake.” 

“I live on the cusp of two worlds, trying desperately to fit into one.” 

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want.”

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want” 

“then remembers he’s not wearing a shirt. A fact I haven’t been able to forget.” 

“I’ve no choice but to seduce the captain.” 

“I want to kiss you again.” 

“No I can only tell what you're feeling."

“He’s an ugly drunk because it takes away the pain. He has no desire to live, yet no desire to die, either. It’s a tough spot to be in.” 

“It’s a bold and stupid move. I like it.” 

“Anyone ever tell you, you can't be hurt by something you don't believe in?"

“Your gun would have a hard time working once it’s wet.” 

“I didn’t say I had to be the one to shoot.” 

“But let’s face it, you’d like that pleasure for yourself.” 

“You’re welcome to ask one of the crew to share. I’m sure any of them would volunteer.” 

“Just as there is a destination far beyond this one, there will be a time far beyond this one when there won't be any pain, just the memory of it.” 

“My father controls the ocean.” 

“I know all the horrible things he’s put you through. And I am here to liberate you.” 

Do you think a single member of the crew would be able to focus on their duties if you wore that?” 

“If we’re to survive this, you need to stay put.” 

“There you are. You’re a bit younger than I expected.”

“What the—I misread where that was going. I wanted to irritate him. To get under his skin. To mess with him because he’s working for the enemy. I hadn’t exactly expected him to get all mushy as a result.”

“She’s got a fiery temperament that matches the red hair atop her head.” 

"Please. I want this. Don't you want this?" 

“Being underestimated always works to my advantage. But sometimes I find it offensive. That often makes me violent” 

“There are different kinds of fathers. Those who love unconditionally, those who love on condition, and those who never love at all.” 

“I think you’re acting like a jealous husband.” 

You know, men that women shackle themselves onto.” 

"Yes. I just can't figure out if you're a good pirate or a really good pirate.” 

“I value other traits above an affinity for torture and power over those weaker than oneself. I value brilliant minds, honest souls, and those with long endurance. I forge relationships based on trust and mutual respect, not fear and control.” 

“Pain goes away eventually.Death is permanent.” 

“My own crew back at the keep is nearly entirely composed of women. A fact I am proud of.” 

“I am always the one in control.” 

“You saved me.” “

Yes, and then you took credit for it. What kind of thanks is that? That was damned insulting.” 

“How can I be betrayed by someone who was never on my side to begin with?”

“When fancy strikes, a man gets this notion in his mind that everything a woman does is for him.” 

“Which means if I’m to keep up appearances, I’ll have to escape the ship. Then get caught on purpose. Oh, the ridiculous things one has to do when one is a pirate.” 

“I’ll say whatever I please. I’m not a lady, I’m a pirate!” 

he only said I ‘probably’ shouldn’t speak to her, on account of beautiful women have a way of playing tricks on a man’s mind. But it wasn’t a direct order.” 

“Yes, we should all worship the stars. They are as useful as they are beautiful. Some never change position. They are constants in the sky. Without them, we would be lost.” 

“If you ever try to make me lose face in front of my men like that again, I may just leave your cell unlocked at night so anyone can wander in, and I will fall asleep, listening to your screams.”

 “You’re daft if you think you will ever hear me scream. And you’d better pray you never fall asleep while my cell is unlocked.”

“You`re a woman. Act like it. You shouldn`t be saying such foul-'

“He wears his confidence as if it is merely another article of clothing upon his person.” 

'Because pirates aren`t supposed to look like you and talk like you talk and do what you do. You`re confusing, and it`s messing with my head.”

“He said I was beautiful?”

“I think you’re acting like a jealous husband.” 

“You know, men that women shackle themselves onto.” 

“Even a man who’s spent his whole life at sea has reason to fear her when she’s angry. But not I. I sleep soundly. Listening to her music. The sea watches over me. She protects her own.” 

“Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness.” 

“Well, I made you something. Look here. I gave this squid your face.” 

“If you’re sorry, that means you want forgiveness. Is that what you’re asking for? If you want forgiveness, that means you want to make things right. And if you want to make things right, that means that you don’t intend to put me in harm’s way again. So, if you are saying you’re sorry, I don’t think you understand what that entails.” 

“Many can’t even grow hair on their chins.” 

"You stole my blanket, “

“Just as there is a destination far beyond this one, there will be a time far beyond this one when there won’t be any pain, just the memory of it.” 

“Has he been conscious at all?” 

“Yes. He woke up once and looked at me funny.” 

“Did he say anything?” 

“He said, ‘You don’t have red hair.’ Then he fell back asleep.” 

“But if I’m being honest … it’s because he said please.” 

“Everyone has something dark in their past. I suppose it's our job to overcome it.” 

“Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness. Well, that would give you a very bleak outlook on life, would it not?” 

"I was born to the pirate king.” 

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want. Any aspect of ourselves that we do not like can be altered if we make an effort.” 

“Easy? Do you think it was easy for me to watch you? Seeing you up there, knowing the pain you must be in, it … it made me feel—it would have hurt less if I had been the one hanging. I hated myself for what happened. And the only way I could punish myself was to force myself to watch you in pain. That was my punishment.” 

“he turns me to the right, where we face a set of stairs leading belowdecks. It’s an uncomfortable trip downward. Twice I miss a step and nearly tumble all the way down. he catches me each time, but his grip is always firmer than necessary. My skin will likely be bruised by tomorrow. Knowing this makes me angry.Which is why when we are three steps from the bottom, I trip him.He’s clearly not expecting it. He falls, but I didn’t take into account that tight grip of his. So, naturally, he takes me with him.The impact is painful.” 

“Easy? Do you think it was easy for me to watch you? Seeing you up there, knowing the pain you must be in, it … it made me feel—it would have hurt less if I had been the one hanging. I hated myself for what happened. And the only way I could punish myself was to force myself to watch you in pain. That was my punishment.” 

“mostly human. But when I allow myself to use the gifts my mother gave me, I become something else. And it kills me a little inside each time I have to fight it back off.” 

“I stay because he’s my brother. Because he is the only family member who loves me unconditionally. Something you could never understand.” 

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #rp meme #ask prompt #roleplay meme #memes #open plotting call #open pirate rp #pirate rp #historical rp #open historical roleplay #open historical starter #historical starter #fantasy starter #fantasy rp #open fantasy roleplay #open fantasy starter #open fantasy rp #wanted musing #wanted musings #wanted plot #wanted plots #musings #plot musings #rp musing #roleplay musings

[mickey10213]

I know it's old news at this point, but something that will always be funny to me that I don't see enough people talking about -- probably because it's so dumb and irrelevant -- but I just love how the Sakura/SS fandom love to come for SP over anything regarding that girl and their ship. Despite the fact that I personally see SP give so many unwarranted good moments for them compared to negative moments, but that's none of my business.

I would also like to state that I am not a fan of the Restuden series, especially Sasuke and Naruto Restuden from the things I've read. Mainly because I think the plot itself is entirely stupid and out of left field for Naruto to suddenly become basically allergic to Kurama in his late twenties early '30s. I could honestly care less about the shipy moments in these novels, but when will people admit the only reason that they like these stories is because it caters to one specific ship? You honestly don't think the story is good because it's not. You just like that Sakura gets highlight to her romance and to some random badass moments. Like come on? How long can you really sit here and pretend that you like that they're fighting dinosaurs? Especially with the largest dinosaur being a herbivore? I'll wait.

Anyway the point I'm trying to make is they praise Jun Esaka, who I'm rather indifferent towards but I find the hate she gets quite ridiculous and absurd at points. They often claim she should be the writer and take over for Boruto because she is a SS shipper and in her stories that involve them she makes content that suits their needs. I.e. Sasuke being a jealous simp and mushy father, Sakura being more confident and damn near wearing the pants in their relationship, random powers that other characters specialize in but suddenly they can use it (for example all of a sudden Sakura can use sensory jutsu, which is Karin's specialty, and Sasuke can use healing and ice style), And overall just all the romance that they had hoped for. Again for example the infamous ring scene, which depending on who you ask was either a good adaption or SP was ruining Sakura. And then you have the lake scene which again they bash them for cutting out certain moments. And finally you have Sasuke screaming for his wife and just overall them being lovey-dovey. And actually don't even get me started on the horrendous motorcycle scene that I guess is in Naruto Restuden, which is the only reason they want that novel adapted but not Kakashi's cause I guess they're not in that.

(Same fans that will come at Hinata for holding hands with Naruto after Neji died despite giving a whole speech pertaining to her cousin, are also the same fans that want Sakura and Sasuke to kiss over a dying Naruto while she drives a motorcycle.... Make it make sense)

Anywho I'm getting so far off my topic but I'm also getting close to my point. The thing I find so funny about Retsuden fans, is the fact that since the anime was far ahead of the manga adaptation, we got to see Sakura get tricked and stabbed by Jiji. When this episode came out, the outpour of rage and disrespect towards this studio -- who has both good and bad moments and I am not a full defender of them because I will admit they can be very biased -- was all I could see on Twitter. I honestly see why people say Twitter is such a toxic place because the fandom on that is just ridiculous. It's just constant arguing more so than on here. Anyway that's besides the point, but I saw so many people trash and compare the anime to the novel since the manga had not gotten to that point yet. They like to say why did he hug her? He never hugged her! There they go making Sakura weak again because she would never do that! Why would she let another man hug her when her husband is right there? Just wait until Sasuke sees what he did to his wife! And just basically overall a bunch of nastiness towards the fact that Sakura was pulled in for a hug by Jiji for an uncomfortably good while before getting stabbed in the back and she did nothing to stop it.

So the funny part is that while everybody is raging about this moment and saying wait till the manga adaptation comes out because the manga follows closely to the novel; The Manga is so much better, there's nothing but silence when it comes out that the manga did the same exact thing. If not did her dirtier than the anime did AKA than SP did.

Now I don't know what was written in the novel specifically, cuz I have not read it. But the gist of what I'm getting from people who have posted about it is that Sakura is just pulled back and stabbed. There's no hug. In the anime, Sakura is pulled back into a hug where Jiji rests his hand on her head and she just stands there before he stabs her in the back and drops her. Now in the oh so beloved and highly praised and worshiped manga adaptation that everyone was saying would do the novel justice, Sakura gets grabbed and pulled into a hug where, again, Jiji rests his hand on her head before stabbing her in the back. Now the difference is as far as I know, which I could probably be wrong because I never watched further in the scenes than what was on Twitter, is that in the anime he just lets her crawl because the kunai was poisoned.

But in the manga he kicks her in her face while she's already down and feeling the effects of the poison making her knock back against the wall.

Now tell me which one disrespects her more. I'll wait. Because after that panel came out, the only thing I heard was that the manga adaptation was going to be put on a hiatus. That was the only thing that was going around despite that being one of the last panels. Where is the outrage that she let somebody hug her that wasn't her husband, where is the calls for the artist to quit his job or that he's wrong and that that would never happen to her? Where is the same amount of rage that y'all put towards SP for animating that but not towards the artist who drew it?

To be honest this fandom, especially Sakura/ss fans really baffle me. I can get wanting moments and great things for your favorites, and I'm not going to pretend that it's only their fandom that acts this way because I've seen plenty of other fandoms including the fandom of my personal favorite Hinata acting out of control, but the amount of blatant hypocrisy and doubled standards that they have towards animators and content creators and anything that has to do with Naruto works is hilarious and astounding.

Yes your ship might be the most popular, and yes your ship might be known as the most powerful in the series. But unfortunately you are one of the most toxic fandoms and I feel bad for the actual neutral parties that just actually enjoy it and don't make it as if they're being bullied every time something doesn't go their way for this ship and character. I now see why people say there is a difference between being a regular Sakura fan and being a Sakura fan that also ships Sasuke and Sakura. And vice versa too when it's said there's a difference between being a Sasuke fan and a Sasuke fan who ships Sasuke and Sakura.

No hate to this author Jun Esaka. I wish her nothing but the best with her pregnancy and with her career because clearly she has fans, as biased as they may be. And to the people who constantly wish harm on this woman just because you don't like her preferences need to get a grip on reality and realize it's literally just cartoons. Yes we can love them and they can inspire us and we can enjoy them, but it is just content for our entertainment. People really need to stop putting their contempt for a character into reality and onto a real person. It is not and will never be that serious. And speaking of reality checks, my final point is that that one manga panel was the exact reality check that that fandom needed to slow their freaking roll and stop having this weird biased hate towards a studio that has often done more good than harm for their ship compared to others.

If you read this till the end, thank you for listening to my opinions and if you have something to say, keep it clean please. This is just my opinion.

#anti sasuke retsuden #naruto #boruto #boruto the next generation #anti harassment #anti sakura fandom #anti sasusaku fandom #seriously people just be kind #There's a lot wrong with this series and this fandom is by far one of the most chaotic #I can only imagine how it is in every other fandom #but be real Sasuke Retsuden sucks ass #it is beyond cringy to see and hear that Sasuke acts the way that he does when that's literally not him in any other instance #not my sasuke

[ghouletteanon]

Mushy May: Day 3 - Post-show rituals

Day 3 of Mushy May! Prompt list can be found here, curated by the amazing @forlorn-crows.

Pairing: Mist x Zephyr

Summary: Mist has been assigned as Zephyr's hotel roommate as well as caretaker because Zephyr will not take care of his aching joints unless he gets bullied into doing it.

Word count: 743

Rating: T, non-sexual nudity

“Don’t make me get Ifrit,” Mist stares her bandmate down and watches the tall air ghoul fretting around their shared hotel room, unpacking his bag. They are staying in town for two nights, a rare treat on tour and Mist had been voluntold to share a room with Zephyr as someone needed to stay behind to make sure he took care of himself and Mist did not mind. She already had plans for the following night when she no longer had obligations. Besides, Aether had overextended himself and who, just like Zephyr, needed time to recover.

Something Zephyr was currently not doing.

Zephyr is ridiculously stubborn, but Mist could best him in a fight if it came down to it. She did not want to do it, but she would if she had no other way to get Zephyr where he needed to be. How Zephyr was still on his feet after playing an intense ritual was a mystery. He was still wearing his glamor, even as Mist had thrown her pendant on the side table as soon as the door closed behind them.

Time for the most powerful weapon Mist had in her arsenal that was not her sharp teeth or the spiny rays of her fins. “Or I’ll ask Mountain. He will be so disappointed in you that you’ll feel bad for the rest of the tour.”

Zephyr pauses, toiletry bag in hand. “I just need to…”

“Nuhhuh,” Mist interrupts him as she walks over and grabs the bag from his hands. She pulls the enchanted upside-down cross pendant from around his neck, forcing Zephyr to drop the glamor as well. He had fortunately enough taken off the stage clothes, or else the cassock would have torn at the seams as he shot up in height. The t-shirt that was loose on his human frame no longer covers his midriff, exposing the soft fur of his underbelly.

“Listen. You don’t need to do anything except get your unglamored ass to the bath, get your muscles all nice and relaxed and get your stretches in before you drink whatever witches brew Mountain made and get some rest. No buts or ifs allowed.”

“I will probably melt into a useless puddle once I’m in the bath,” Zephyr mutters but relents and puts his hands up in the air, letting Mist push him towards the bathroom.

Mist holds on to his waist, noticing how Zephyr’s gait was uneven as he tried to hide the pain in his joints. Terzo had been right, if Mist had not been here then Zephyr would have probably ignored it and only made it worse. “If you forgot something, tell me and I’ll bring it to you.”

“You don’t need to..” Zephyr begins but Mist ignores him again as she starts the bath, not bothering to mess with the temperature as she was just going to use her powers to adjust it. It was definitely a hot water type of night.

“I want to and I am doing this for the purely selfish reason that I also get a hot bath out of this. I haven’t had a proper soak in a while and my skin is getting flaky.” It's barely an excuse, as it's partially true. She really is in need for a soak, preferably soon. Mist runs her hand through the water, imbuing it with her power.

“You just want to cuddle with me,” Zephyr teases as he sits down on the toilet seat, stripping out of his clothes, starting with the shirt.

Mist does not need to see him to know he grimaces in pain as he pulls off his shorts. She helps him up from the seat, carefully maneuvering him to sit down in the tub before she also disrobes and sits down, leaning against Zephyr’s broad chest. The bath tub is small, but so is she and the two ghouls adjust until their limbs are placed as comfortably as they can in a limited space. “Lucifer forbid ghoulettes do anything.”

Zephyr kisses the crook of Mist's neck, and let's out a content purr. “Lucifer could not stop you from doing what you want, little rockfish.”

Mist reaches up and scratches the scraggly beard on Zephyr's chin. She thinks he should let her trim it. He's supposed to be an air ghoul, not a goat like Mountain. “I love you too, but please shut up and let me soak, you big airhead.”

#the band ghost fanfiction #mushy may #mist ghoulette #zephyr ghoul #zephyr has fucked up bones ok #ga writes #unbeta'd

[baura-bear]

hello i am here to deliver my daily cowboy javid thoughts. tonight: jack struggling with feeling like he's loved by david and david continuing to be sweet and lovey dovey.

so like.. let's say jack had to leave camp for a few days to attend some business. and david thought that he can handle it just well, but turns out he missed jack, like a whole lot. and so the night jack is supposed to come back home, david stays up ridiculously long just to see jack and greet him and finally see him after those few long days. and as soon as he sees jack he literally just throws his arms around him and hugs him so so tightly. and jack is a little confused--he immediately assumes that something bad must've happened because he isn't used (yet) to such displays of affection. and so he's like "hey, davey, something happened?" and david just shakes his head and looks at him with a look of pure unadulterated love and sighs all dreamily. which makes jack even more nervous. and when they finally lay down together and david hugs jack so tenderly again, and also kisses him breathles, jack is really starting to think that there's a big storm coming. and so when david finally parts, jack just gives him a worried look and asks what's wrong again. and david is all like "huh?" and then he realizes that jack is *that* dense and insecure. and so he just sighs fondly and smiles patiently and kisses jack again. and simply goes "nothing's happened, i just missed you. a whole lot." and jack is so taken aback, because, hell, david actually missed having him around? and when david also adds "because i love you" jack literally disintegrates on the spot. and david probably spends the rest of the night just telling jack how loved and wonderful and amazing he is..

so sorry for dumping another long ass pargraph here. i am insane about them

Yeah I’m being normal about this rn actually I’m definitely not screaming into my pillow

Just the mere thought🤌 of Jack and David being so sweet and tender and all the soft kisses and hugs and mushy lovey shit I start going feral I start turning into a werewolf I start chewing on the couch and barking at squirrels

The moment it both clicks for them and they’re like ☝️🤨wait we’re BOTH hopelessly in love ✊😲 who was gonna tell me??? LIKE HNNGNHNHNGN THEY DONT EVEN REALIZE HOW SMITTEN THEY EACH ARE!!!!

#i am delighted everytime i receive one of these paragraphs never stop #newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #cowboy au #asks

[familyvideostevie]

oh my goodness. you guys, I’ve woken up to a (probably in the grand scene of things small but to me, mighty) follower milestone I never in a million years thought I’d get to. which calls for a mushy post as I sit here and wonder how I got so lucky!

I know I whinge and whine and ramble about my life too much and often don’t write as much fic as I want and need to read and reblog more fic and have been fandom hopping BUT this blog really does make me happy because I love writing and it’s done wonders for my confidence and hopefully skill and, most of all, I’ve met the most wonderful people on here. So, special thank you to anyone who has ever messaged me, the people who laugh with me and deal with my typos and my ridiculousness and are willing to chat for hours and hours about anything. You are the most wonderful tumblr friends a girl could ask for.

so, anyway, thank you! I don’t know that I’ll do a celebration anytime soon (I am a bit too busy right now and the last one burned me out massively) but know that I’m so thankful. If you’ve read or liked or reblogged or tagged me on a list or told a friend to read something of mine or sent a request or just said hi, thank you!

come chat anytime, send requests/thoughts/questions/anything at all. I love you, thank you so much!

#this is a bit silly but I’m so 😭😭😭 #u all make me feel rather special #emma rambles