#anyway. insert closing statements

[jhypeach]

[9:00pm]

pairing: haechan x fem reader warnings: angry and jealous sex, edging, orgasm denial, fem receiving, male receiving, blowjob, squirting, fingering, self-play, smut smut word count: 1k+ an: my first haechan fic OMG! i got so into him lately that it drives me crazy 😭 anyways enjoy my first fic for hyuck

It's been an hour since you returned to your shared apartment, and Haechan hasn't spoken to you. From the moment he asked you to go home and to the ride home. Now inside your shared apartment, he couldn't even spare you a glance. You get out of the bathroom to see your boyfriend resting his back on the headboard of your shared bed, reading something, or should you say, busying himself as the book is upside down.

"Baby, is something wrong?" You asked him, but he ignored you again and went inside the bathroom. You followed him inside as he was stripping off. You took off your robe and joined him. You hugged your boyfriend from the back, kissing his shoulder blades before placing your chin on his right shoulder. "Love," you said seductively as you run your hands on his upper body, down to his torso. Before you could even reach his shaft, he caught your wrist, "Do you think you deserve a good fuck tonight, y/n?" Haechan asked as he pulled you in front of him. Walking closer and closer to you, crashing your bareback on the cold tile of the wall.

"Don't I, baby?" You rebutted as you attempted to claim his lips. He moved his face sideways, making your lips land on his cheeks and his lips perfectly on your ears. "Not when some guy was eyeing you earlier." He licked the back of your ears, going to your jaw, "Making them see you in a view that is only mine, hmm?" he licked your jaw as he grabbed and pulled you closer by your left thigh. His shaft is actually nudging your entrance.

You moved closer to him to make it enter your pussy. "Not so easy, baby" he made your back face him, his hands trailing down to your core as his other hand wrapped your neck. You could feel his fingertips getting closer to your inner thigh. The could tip if it sent shivers to your body, making you whimper to his touch. "This is mine," he said as his fingers made circles above your entrance and clitoris, "Got it? All mine" he kissed your neck, leaving love marks on it and biting it.

Haechan inserted two fingers in your hole without warning. You inhaled sharply to the cold slender finger that entered your genitalia. "So tight," he said as he pumped his fingers inside you a few times before adding two more, "That's how big I am, right?" he asked as he licked your neck and shoulder blades. "Bigger, b-baby… ahh," he continued thrusting his fingers inside you as his hand around your neck tightened. "Haech.. ahh-im… clo-," He didn't even let you finish your statement when he pulled his fingers out of your hole.

"Not yet" He pulled you down, leveling your face on his dick. He stroked it for a while and put it closer to your lips. You partly opened your mouth, letting the tip of his cock circling on your lips. "Will you suck me good, y/n?" he asked with a sweet smile plastered on his face while holding his shaft very close to your mouth. You nod as you wrap your hands around his long, hard rock shaft. You kissed it a few times, then licked it as you massaged his balls too. Slowly, you slid it inside your mouth, bobbing your head and slowly getting the pace.

"Look at me, love," he said as Haechan grabbed your hair to make you look at him, "Should I move it?" he asked, caressing your cheeks and wiping your drool. "Hngh.., Hngh" was your only response as you grabbed his legs to pull him closer, and his dick deeper into your throat and swallowing on it.

His grip on your hair tightened as he thrust deep into your mouth, "You like deepthroats, don't you, baby?" he asked, catching his breath as he pounded hard in your mouth, "Hngh… Hngh". The vibrations of your response send shivers down his whole body, making him pound even harder. Tears are slowly forming in your eyes as his dick hits your uvula. "Fuck" his last remarks before he pulled you up and made you encircle your legs around his hips, aligning his tip in your entrance. "Move it," he commanded as he walked to the sink and stood in front of the mirror.

He kissed you hungrily, licking, sucking, biting, and nibbling your tongue and lips. Haechan made you lean your back on the wall, resting his right hand on the wall near your face while his other hand played with your nipples. You have your arms interlaced around his nape to hold your weight. He continued pounding inside you, rough and deep, as his kisses went down to your neck. "Look at us in the mirror, y/n." he said as he bit and left marks on your neck, "Ahh…ahh," you moaned as his shaft kept hitting your good spot.

You bit your lower lip as you felt another wave of orgasm nearing. "I'm close, ahh," you said, ruffling his hair to release some tension. He continued shoving his dick inside you at the same pace. Your legs are already shaking, wanting to release, "I'm coming, pl-please ahh." And he pulled out once again, "To the closet, in front of your full-length mirror," Haechan's last statement as he put you down.

As you reach the closet, you sit on the chair across from the full-length mirror. You spread your legs and saw how glistening your core was already. Wanting to release badly, you played with yourself with your fingers. You inserted two fingers and pumped them inside you, "ahh, ahh," you moaned as you clenched around your fingers. You were about to insert another finger when Haechan entered, and this very view put a smirk on his face. "Baby, no coming until I say so"

He knelt in front of you and licked your inner thigh. "Continue pumping," he said as his tongue reached your entrance. His tongue played with your clitoris, sucking and nibbling it with his lips. His hands slowly reached for your boobs and kneaded them. "Do you like your view?" he asked as his tongue entered your pussy. "Hngh" a whimper was the only answer you made, "Use your words, love" his tongue replaced your fingers that were thrusting inside you, "Yes… Hyuck, please," you begged as your legs quivered for another release. "Squirt on my mouth, love," he said, sucking your genitals.

Seconds later, you release for the first time of the night, "I said squirt, love," he said, still sucking your entrance and kneading your boobs, and so you did. Squirted in his mouth, catching your breath and huffing for air. "That's my girl," he said and stood up and kissed your lips. You can actually taste your cum in his mouth. "Come on, love. Let's clean you up," he said as he returned to the bathroom and kissed your temple. "You haven't released yet," you said as he walked you two inside the bathroom, "Later, I'll do it inside you"

"What was that for?" You asked Haechan while you two were relaxing in the tub. "Hmm?" he asked. "The sudden ignoring of my presence?" you added, rolling your eyes even if he can't see it. He let out a chuckle, pulled you closer to his chest, and gently kissed your shoulder blades, "I got annoyed by the number of guys eyeing my girl earlier." Now it was your turn to let out a chuckle, "Don't worry, baby. Your dick is still my favorite," you said and laughed with him.

#nct x reader #haechan #donghyuck #nct dream #haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #nct smut #nct donghyuck #donghyuck drabbles #nct dream donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct #lee haechan #donghyuck smut

[keraxxx]

Stop messing with me.

Joel Miller x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, some dry humping, teasing, pet names, p in the v, soft!Joel(sorta), not proof read

A/N: so.. this is based off an audio i heard a while ago and as soon as i heard it i was like “damn this is so joel.” AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS FOR YALL. Also i know i said i would write a moonknight ff but i feel like a joel one would be better. Anyways enjoy the short smut i wrote.

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“Hey stop messing with me.” Joel let out a chuckle as you kissed his neck, his little stubble tickling your face as you did. “How am I messing with you?” You teased, playing coy. You made doe eyes as you faced Joel, intertwining your fingers with his.

“You uh.. ” He cleared his throat as he got slightly flustered

“Oh i’m sorry,” You grabbed his neck going close to his ear, your soft lips wrapping around his ear lobe as you nibbled on him gently “did I make you nervous?” You heard him groan to himself, his hand going to cover the hard on in his jeans.

“W-wait no I didn’t say that.” He cleared his throat as he felt your soft and delicate fingers grazing his chest, the soft fabric kissing the pads of your fingers. “You didn’t have to say anything. I can tell by the look on your face.” You grinned as his breathing got heavier, face getting red. “Fuck come here.” You giggled as he picked you up by you waist and placed you ever so gently on his lap. His lips slammed into yours, teeth clashing and moans transferring into each other mouthes.

Your tongues battled for dominance, you rubbed yourself against his twitching dick, your clit throbbing. Your jeans rubbing against his wasn’t enough so you started to undo the button on your jeans. Joel’s hands flew to your waist, tugging your jeans down. “Joel, fuck, I want you inside me.” He chuckled as his fingers rubbed your wet underwear. “My fingers or my cock baby?” You gulped at the statement, Joel’s fingers feeling the fabric of your shirt. “Fuck, your cock..” You yelped as his mouth went straight to your neck as he straddled you, your hips moving aggressively fast against him still.

“God, sugar, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You could feel his hot breath against your neck. His large callused hands exploring your back, his bulge throbbing underneath you. “Fuck I can’t” You groaned as you lifted yourself up to take off your jeans, Joel unbuckling his. You slid them off your legs and immediately Joel’s senses were corrupted with the sweet smell of you, juices leaking through your underwear.

“I want you.”

Joel smirked as he took off his boxers. His cock sprung up, pre-cum leaking from his red screaming tip. One of his hands rested on the side of your waist, the other sliding your soaked panties to the side. “Please.” you practically cried as Joel lined himself up with your cunt. He huffed in response as he slowly inserted himself.

You immediately sunk down onto him. You no longer felt empty, Joel cock filled you up and was stretching you out as you sat on top of him. “You ready?” You nodded as Joel started slowly thrusting up into you. Your walls were already clenching around him, his hips bucking into you faster and harder each time. “Please- don’t stop.”

Your juices were soaking his cock as well as the couch beneath you both. Joel reached a hand down to your clit to stimulate the bundle of nerves. Your head tilted back at the amount of pleasure you were receiving. “Joel, m’gonna cum.” You mumbled through your moans. “Cum for me.”

Your mouth hung open in a inaudible moan as you both came. You rode out your orgasm and Joel controlled your waist, slowing you down. “Fuck..” Joel kissed you again before he chuckled.

“You have got to stop teasing me.” He said out of breath. “Never.”

#joel miller smut #smut #fem reader #x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfic #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal x reader #tlou smut #tlou show #tlou x reader

[beatingdrumspouringwine]

The names of the Gods

I vaguely promised an essay on my thoughts on the names of the Gods about a week ago or so, and thus I shall deliver :)

A few months ago when I was scrolling on TikTok (as one does), I came across a video by @olympianbutch talking about invocations in traditional Hellenic Polytheist prayers. The whole video was good, so I'll link the video (for the invocation): [here], and you can watch it all for yourselves. (And you should watch the two videos before it, they were equally good and educational). In it, he explained why we start prayers by saying the Gods' names: "This is because the ancient Greeks believed that when you said a God's name, They went: [insert action of dramatically turning around here]." Now, this was definitely funny, but once the full implications of that statement sunk in, it permanently changed how I viewed my own praying (in a good way, of course, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this thing based off of the video).

Now, the idea that your speech can call a God to you is something incredibly amazing, incredibly beautiful, and incredibly powerful. It means that the very second you state Their name, They can see your whole situation, and respond accordingly. I think this is something good to keep in mind, especially as the influence of 2020 witchtok/pagantok fades out (I was deep in this back then, so I'm speaking from that perspective [at some point in the future I'm doing a ramble on this as well, and how it impacted my early worship + relationships with the Gods {no hate if you were there too, I think it lowkey sucked for all of us}]). I used to feel really nervous that I didn't have a Real Connection with the Gods because I wasn't constantly hearing Their voices in my head, or having some kind of miraculous encounter with Them on a daily basis, and I used to base a lot of the idea of a "successful prayer life" around those encounters. However, since hearing of the concept of the Gods seeing you when their names are called, I've found my worries about that trickling away. When I pray, whichever God I'm praying to is there, and I can simply revel in the knowledge that I am standing (or sitting, or kneeling) in the presence of the God(s). The Gods are ever-present to begin with, but by calling upon Them in prayer, I am able to be face-to-face with Them in a more meaningful way, even if it's not something immediately sensible.

Beyond my prayer life, I've also found myself a lot more thoughtful about when I say the Gods' names. For deities that I worship frequently like Hermes or Dionysos, I'll be a bit more lax. I'll call upon Them for little things, like seeing a little crystal phallus in a metaphysical shop, or praying for safe travels. For deities that I once worshiped closely, like Artemis, I'll call upon Her in praise of the beauty of nature, especially if it's getting Real Beautiful or Real Cool. And even for deities that I rarely worship except on feasts, like Zeus, I'll call upon Him in praise of good things that fall under His domain, as a "I know it was You doing this!" kind of thing.

Anyways, this ended up a bit more rambly than I initially intended it to be, but I hope that somewhere within this ADHD-addled writing there was something of substance that's useful to you in your practice :) The Gods are always there, something something, always good, something something, I love Them.

#no seriously this ended up much more rambly than i intended #but i hope this provided something to think about at least #dionysian #dionysus #dionysos #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polytheist #dionysus deity #dionysos deity #hellenic pagan #hellenic gods #hellenism #paganblr #helpol

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Alford Plea

PART 2 - Statement of Facts

PAIRING:  Chef! Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader 

WARNINGS: it’s nasty, it’s in the kitchen, Simon’s a dick, Reader’s a dick and this is some next level self-insertion. 18+ only.

4 part series + 1 "epilogue", all written, updates every Sat

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

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Alford Plea: A guilty plea containing a protestation of innocence.

or

Where you knew that fucking your boss could not possibly end well, but you did it anyway, because what else were you going to do?  Not fuck him?

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NOW

Over the months you’ve worked for him, you’ve learnt that Simon Riley is precise and calculated.   Everything has a method and a reason with him, and his patience for mistakes is infinitesimal.  You know that, if he could, he would run his entire kitchen himself—the only reason he doesn’t is because he physically can’t.  It doesn’t stop him from expecting perfection from his staff anyway.  

So, it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest when, not even ten minutes into your shift, you realise he’s been there all along, he’s just been unnaturally quiet.  Of course, he’s there.  

You woke up at stupid o'clock that morning to hear him whistling in your shower and fell straight back asleep.  When you woke up again at a more decent time of the morning he was already gone, and you’d assumed that he’d just gone home.  

But, you realise with a quiet kind of horror dawning on you, you’re clearly an idiot for thinking that.  

Because of course he’s been here all along. Of course he got to work before you.  Simon Riley lives to spite you, even without actively trying to.  

You’re proud of your own personal growth though, when you murmur a quiet and respectful “Alright, Chef” to him and then don’t throw a saucepan at him when he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence.  

Luckily for you, the day seems to trudge along quietly, and as close to normal as it could be.  Normal enough, you suppose, even though your muscles ache and sing at having been exercised so thoroughly the previous night (and this morning), your head pounds from your hangover and your right eye twitches every time he’s in your vicinity.  

It’s strange—it’s not like you expected him to acknowledge what happened or say anything inappropriate to you while you’re working—but you feel like you’re wearing the knowledge of the previous night’s activities like a scarlet S on your chest, à la Hester Prynne, and at any moment now, someone’s going to call you out on it.

Deep into the lunch rush, however, Simon’s quiet, thoughtful disposition seems to leave the building because you hear him barking orders at the poor pastry chef.  Business as usual, then.   

So lost you are in your thoughts, that you don’t notice that the blonde roux you’re supposed to be focusing on right now is as black as coal, sitting pitifully at the bottom of the pan.  The pan that is emitting enough smoke to put a refinery to shame.  Shit.  

You grab the handle without thinking, intending to toss the smoking pan into the sink, and of course, as a natural consequence of holding a piping hot thing bare-handed, you burn yourself and yelp loudly in pain.   

Fuckin’ spectacular, you think to yourself, glancing up from your station quickly.  Not only are you going to have to start the roux again, you’ve created enough of a ruckus that you’ve got a glowering tank of a man striding towards you.

“S’a fuckin’ busy day.  Don’t need this shit, ya get me?”

You open your mouth to argue with him, but change your mind instantly.  “Yes, chef.  Sorry, chef,” you say demurely, and look down at your feet. 

As intended, the words and your pointed lack of defiance only seem to infuriate him.  When you look back up at him through your lashes, his teeth are grit, jaw locked and eyes tight with his irritation.  But he says nothing, choosing to walk away from you instead.

You run your burning hand under the cold water of the sink, and watch as the poor commis who’d decided to look at his phone for a second takes on the brunt of Simon’s ire.  You only allow yourself the briefest of grins before you rearrange your face into neutrality.

Well.

You try, anyway. 

“What the fuck was that?”  The voice is equally incredulous and horrified, coming from directly behind you, and you turn around to face its owner with the most innocent look on your face.  

“What, Soap?”   

“That!  Y’two didn’t fight?”  Soap is noticeably confused, and you can’t help but smile at the darling man in front of you.  Soap’s position in the kitchen as a porter and pot wash means that the man is everywhere, knows everything, is everyone’s best friend.  But you and Soap have something special.   “Why aren’t ye fightin?”

“It was my bad,” you inform him.  “Chef was right, busy day today and no distractions required.”

You turn back to your station and attempt to clear it.  Moments of silence pass between you two, but you know it’s hardly over.  Soap is nothing if not meticulously thorough.

You’ve got a new roux going, determined to have it be blonde, not black this time, but an accusatory finger almost stabs you in the eye.  “Y'got fucked last night!”

“Soap!”  Your voice is shrill and horrified, and you slap his arm but can’t help but smile.  “On the DL with that, please, we are at work!”

“I knew it!  Knew it!  Who was it? Wait, no’ the bartender?”   

“Fuckin’ hell,” you whisper and grab his arm, pulling him down to you, whispering in his ear.  “It wasn’t the bartender.  It wasn’t anyone you know, just let it go, alright?”

“Not alright,” Soap booms.  “Y’got some.  The boss got some.  Everyone’s gettin’ it but me!”  

“What do  you mean, the boss got some?”  The look of innocence on your face would put a cherub to shame.  “Simon went home with someone last night?”

Soap grins at you widely and waggles his brows, making him look like a Disney villain. “Saw him stumble into a taxi wit’ some woman with a ponytail inside, is all I saw.”  Soap laughs, tugging at the ends of your own hair lightly.  “Was a right mess.”

“Oh!” you say with feigned surprise.  Though it would be so much more appropriate to say ‘O’.

And like a slideshow that was ready to go behind your eyes, the images fill your brain—what Simon looked like above you and below you, and the sounds he made from behind you.  God, you had so much sex last night.

 “S’why he’s not beefin’ wit’ you,” Soap says, sagely.  “The dirty bastard got pussy last night.”  

You grin back.  “I think you’re absolutely right.”

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THEN

He’s arranged your body in a position you didn’t think it could contort into anymore, but here you are.  

Your thighs spread as wide as they can go, Simon Riley standing between them watching you.  Or rather, watching where the two of you are joined. 

A light sheen of sweat clings to his chest and he’s breathing hard, eyes transfixed on where he thrusts into you, hard and unforgiving.  But then you both watch as your hand moves towards him, almost like it has a mind of its own, and sits on the centre of his chest, nails biting into his skin.  

The sight makes him thrust into you harder, hitting a particularly deep spot inside you, making you moan and clench around him involuntarily.  It makes his head fall back and he lets out the most filthy, most cum-hungry groan you’ve ever heard a man make, sounding almost like you’d hurt him. You want him to do it again.  

But you don’t get the opportunity to consider the matter further because, quick as a flash, he’s pulling out of you, rearranging you so that you’re spread out for him on the edge of  your bed, and dropping to his knees before you.

Simon Riley, on his knees for you, looking at your pussy like it’s the destination his pilgrimage was always going to lead him to.  And before you can say or do or think about anything, Simon puts his mouth on you.  

His tongue licks softly, so softly, over your clit, and it makes your back jolt and arch and twitch, the sensation making you feel like he’s shocking you every time his tongue makes contact with your flesh.  His mouth is too warm, a fucking furnace, and he makes a low humming sound as he tastes the two of you together.  You didn’t realise how wet you were, how much of a mess he’s made of you until now.  He lifts his head slightly, just enough to look at you, his mouth incessant between your legs, and though you’re tempted to lie back down, close your eyes and just enjoy it, you won’t.  You don’t know when this will happen again, if it’ll ever happen again, and you won’t— can’t —miss this for the world.

When he fully lifts his face away from your skin, it’s only so he can watch two thick fingers slide into you, while you writhe and plead for his mouth to return to your cunt.

“F-fuck.  You look…you look fucking good like this, sweet girl,” he murmurs quietly.  “Could–didn’t think how good you’d look, spread out fo’ me like this.”

His fingers start to move with incrementally increased urgency and, god, what is he doing to you right now?  He brings his face back up to yours, letting you kiss him, but even so, the speed of his fingers doesn’t change.  In fact, you’re so preoccupied with kissing him, your attention captured by the taste of yourself on his tongue, you don’t realise when a calloused thumb flicks your clit at the same time his fingers curl inside you until you jolt from the sudden sensation it brings.  Bright, liquid lightning saturates your spine as you feel yourself suddenly hurtling, your limbs and hips locked and more than ready for the chaos and bliss of your orgasm.

Except, Simon’s not willing to be left behind, and pulls himself away from you abruptly.  But you’re so fucked out, and so so close to that blissful end that you whine, grabbing at him, displaying completely unbecoming behaviour, and not giving a flying fuck.  It seems that neither does he, because he’s shushing you, pushing sweat-soaked strands of your hair away from your face before he’s pushing into you again, his hands gripping your  thighs hard, “fucking holy shitshitshit shit —” and keeps pushing into you until he’s buried to the hilt. 

“F-fucking perfect, you’re perfect, such a sweet little cunt , ” he groans, as he begins to thrust into you in earnest now, and you swear that if there’s a god above, that you’d never ask for anything, never want or beg or covet anything except the way his cock feels inside you right now—thick and hard and splitting you open around him.  He doesn’t stop—it feels like he goes on and on, his thrusts relentless as he all but impales you on his cock.  You feel like it could go on forever, that you’re going to go blind from the pleasure of it when you feel his rough fingers come up between the two of you to touch you where you’re throbbing and aching for him.  

“Fuck, come f'me, love, fuck wanna see you come on my cock.”  He’s breathless and you open your eyes to look at him for a second.  He’s beautiful, you realise.  Panting slightly, his knuckles white from where they’re gripping your thighs that wrap tight around his waist, and he seems unable to stop himself from glancing down at where his soaking cock disappears into your cunt.   It only takes the sight of him biting his lip for you to feel like you’re about to lose your mind.  “Shit, Si—shit, I’m gonna come, fuck, I–I–”

You only hear a gentle mmhmm of encouragement before searing hot pleasure flashes through your bloodstream, incinerating your nerves with wildfire.  Your pussy floods itself between your legs and even in the height of your own pleasure, you can hear him, can feel his grip tighten on you as your orgasm sets off his.  

Your name is on his lips like a groan and a prayer and a call for mercy, while he drags you through your pleasure, drowning you in it, only letting you resurface when you’ve been completely wrung out, completely exhausted. 

Fuck.

You’re so beyond fucked.

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A/N: Sponsored by, friend of this blog, that particular circle of hell where Dante famously said the words “if i don’t write these words and get them out of my skull, they will literally bore a hole in my brain.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 ghost #ghost smut #gratuitous smut #Chef! Simon Ghost Riley #Alford Plea #lumi writes

[dandorime]

First paragraph is for those unfamiliar with the game mechanics. Very mild spoiler warning for IEYTD3, below the cut. So the I Expect You To Die VR series from Schell Games has a function where if you move a food object close enough to your mouth, your character takes a bite out of it. The games even teach you how to do this by giving you sandwiches and pastries in various levels. You can "eat" pretty much any food object you find in a level, but you chomp right through it, regardless of what it is, so you're occasionally chowing down on unpeeled bananas. It works, though, and it adds to the development of your self-insert character by establishing that they can be an absolute goblin who eats everything not nailed down.

In the third installment of the game, there's a level where you have to manipulate a wad of chewed gum for puzzle-solving reasons. Practically EVERYONE who has streamed this game ends up getting the wad of chewed gum in their character's mouth at least once, and not one of them seemed to WANT to do it. Which makes me wonder... what is the hitbox of the chewed gum? It is conspicuously easy to trigger the "LOL NOW YOU ARE CHEWING THE GUM" event. I mean, they recorded sick wet chewy sounds to emphasize where the gum has gone once it vanishes from your screen, and they even had the voice actor for your handler record a statement of his disgust that only triggers when it happens.

Anyway, I think Schell designed that level to automatically put the gum in your mouth as soon as it got anywhere close to your field of vision. I think they did it for the lulz, and I think that's fucking awesome.

#ieytd 3 #i expect you to die #schell games #game design

[reeddotcom]

[TCSM] Johnny x Reader P.2

➢ Normal on the Outside

summary: just like in the TCSM game, you've woken up in the sawyer household and need to survive against whatever odds come your way. escaping with your friends is deal, though you may or may not have gotten some help along the way. (gender neutral, self-insert)

warnings: blood, minor violence, suggested gore (but honestly nothing 2 cray oops)

a/n: second part whewwwwww!! pls enjoy

There's a distinct cleanliness to the linens underneath your hands as opposed to the rest of... well, everything that had established the house of horrors beyond the walls and foundation. They lacked the warmth of a body sleeping in it recently but there's no sign of blood or distress in the rosé flowers that pattern fabric squeezed between your palms. As such, you don't sensel any immediate danger within your circumstances or feel the need to pull out the bone scalpel that was tucked within one of your pockets; retrieved from the basement and yet to be used, much to your relief. Your body twists, turning to face Johnny as he towers over you with a looming ambiguity that's hard to discern from such hardened features. Did he always have blood on his face? 

It splattered downwards, trickling over the man's forehead and across gauntly cheeks until the same fluids amassed over his clothes, plastered against the sleeveless shirt that detailed his defined structure. The blood merely looked like oil stains glistening in the right light as he took another step forward. You should've closed your legs before another step was taken, as now you two are tangled; Johnny crouching down in front of you with a predacious haste that'd bring any and all of your movements to a pause. 

Even your breath hitches with how close you two are in that moment. You can see all of the older scars embedded into Johnny's skin, as well as the freshness of the blood that still samples crimson undertones; it's lack of runniness from how thin it spread across his features. Meeting with the hazel hues that are staring directly back at you comes eventually, if it wasn't for the man's voice catching your attention after extended silence. 

"If it's any consolation... their death was quick." 

Whose? He sees a change in your expression, regardless if it were fear, confusion, sadness. Garnering a reaction in general brings a smile back to the man's face, "Don't know her name. Orange hair, bumpkin-" Connie. Her face flickers in your mind, momentarily tuning out Johnny's words as various versions of her fate shuffle through your thoughts with the world's most violent deck of cards. Her maker could've been the very knife Johnny was holding, aimed lazily towards your stomach as his elbow rested over one knee, the other touched to the ground beside your thigh. He doesn't seem to have any intention to use it right now as his grip looks rather loose, but... whether or not that's a disappointment is yet to be determined. 

"Anyway, it was the only way that you and I..." You spoke too soon. As that thick accent draws out Johnny's words, the knife was brought up to touch right beneath your chin; a means of reassuring eye-contact had you been a bit nervous, "... Could be together." 

He says it so innocently, losing tension that creased between darkened eyebrows as the admission was made. "You see," But he doesn't give you much of a chance to respond, let alone digest such weighted statements. Everything about Johnny overwhelms all your senses with or without trying, "I watched your lil friend group as you guys came up in here. Yeah, watched you good.." The mix of smells weaved between you two left a bittersweet taste behind your lips. Bodily fluids, cheap cologne, pungency, "And y'know, my family- Grandpa​ mostly and.. well, you've heard my sister earlier too, I think-" Downstairs, she was the one that said Johnny's name, you assume, "They don't take kindly to surprise visits. I gotta agree with them, honestly."

The coldness of the knife slips out from beneath an angled chin, steadily turning over to press flat steel against your cheek, sharp-tip close to the corner of your mouth. Thankfully none of the leftover residue on the weapon touches any skin, "Unless.. they look like you."

Johnny's gaze descends far past your countenance, taking in what you can only assume are certain characteristics, maybe a distinctive part about you that's been commented on before, good or bad. Intentions were still unclear and assuming such animalistic tendencies were a compliment had the potential to be dangerous, "Yeah, you put up a fight. Don't remember?" Whatever was underneath your fingertips had been suddenly replaced with the distant feeling of a memory; a tingling that came with phantom movements, unable to attach to anywhere or anything. Before the basement, you were... in Leland's van. His tape-deck speakers were so shitty that the song's tune was hardly distinguishable, at least not over Ana's voice as she talked about the place you guys were going—here, where Maria was last seen, as you know now. Memories dribble in but the feeling of cool steel lifting from your face draws you back into reality; Johnny's eyes waiting for that focused look to return.

He points the knife towards where thoughts and feelings were swallowed down, at the bottom of your throat. "Friends put up a good fight too but I couldn't control what happened to 'em, not when I was so focused on you." The sharpened tip barely pricks the medial of your sternum. In terms of mixed signals, your nerves don't know which alarms to set off, "Pretty little thing. Grew fond of ya while tyin' you up, and now..." 

Even if the words didn't necessarily fit, there's a part of you that feels as if the praise is genuine with the way it rolls off southern tongue. Johnny was disarming you. And to say it worked was dependent on where the sudden spark of a flame was lighting inside of you. 

".. I get you all to myself." 

Under the current circumstances, the average individual would most likely experience fear, despair; feeling the warmth in their face as cheeks washed out into a ghostly pale. Johnny had a certain charm about him that swayed the apprehensions knotting in your stomach though, churning it in a way that was confusing, but comforting in a sense. He could read through all of it by the way your body never recoiled away from his. 

The two of you obviously shared something, whether that was a strange one-sided romance that this killer had decided for the both of you while you were unconscious or some fucked up version of Stockholm syndrome. There was also the chance you legitimately thought there was some goodness in the voice lulling you into a daze; clemency behind the gloved hand now reaching for your face, index behind the ear, thumb on your temple. Being starved of touch wasn't anything to be embarrassed about, and neither was potentially hooking up with the man whose muscles looked like they'd tear you apart had you asked nicely. Who knows, death was around every corner. Only you knew what you wanted. 

Johnny could only assume, taking the lack of resistance as an answer in itself and deciding to indulge in the needs that swelled beneath the surface. Some were more obvious than others had your eyes wandered, but as Johnny breaches what little distance was already between you two, eyes flickering shut, your body feels inclined to mirror the bizarre show of affection. What was one kiss? If it saved your life, c'est la vie. You could feel the knife retract with the closer you two got, allowing you one last deep breath before the very moment Johnny seemed eager for since the start. 

That is, until it's ruined. Not by you, but an ear-piercing scream that swallows the entire mood of the room; feminine-sounding, though you're able to discern that it isn't Julie or Ana. Johnny seems to be more put-off by it than anything, displaying as much in an obvious show of frustration—balled up fists and a scowl that dragged rugged features down. He quickly stands to his feet but doesn't say a word; the harsh gesture of an open-palm to your face saying what words couldn't. Be quiet. It could've been worse, so you comply. 

"I can only find four of their bodies,"​ The voice cried out. You're safe to assume this is Johnny's sister again from the sounds of it, "And I know that other rat is here, somewhere." 

"Relax- relax, relax," Another lower-toned voice responded, spiratic and less confident than the one before, "Johnny's probably on top of it. Haven't seen him in a while but-" 

The two of you share a look. 

"Johnny's useless. If Grandpa was still able then this would've been over by now." 

Whimpers from the softer voice trail after such crude words, painting a picture of a family dynamic here that you felt as if you had no business being a part of. Johnny was dragging you into it, but whether or not he'd get you out of it was another question all together. 

"Go cry somewhere else. I'm checking the house again, so move!" 

A door slams, shaking fixtures in the room with such intensity that you could feel the vibrations in your fingertips against the floor. You weren't safe, even now, with Johnny looking down at you with a sense of aggressive guardianship. Little was known about this man but he seemed to know you, and wanted something from you that was necessary to gratify a hunger. How insatiable his appetite was made you nervous. 

But also, curious. Best that you stay alive if you were looking to find out. 

#texas chainsaw massacre johnny #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny sawyer #fanfic #oneshot #writing #johnny sawyer fanfic #texas chainsaw massacre fanfic #tcsm game

[oscconfessions]

Sigh... I'm gonna add my two cents about the Balloon arospec drama(I'm AroAce BTW) and by my two cents I mean I'll mention it two times and just talk about something else related. I'll also be providing some knowledge about AroAceness and all that.

For those of you who don't know,

Aro: Aromantic - Little to no romantic attraction.

Ace: Asexual - Little to no sexual attraction.

Aro+Ace are spectrums and aren't just "every Aro person doesn't feel any kind of romantic attraction" or "every Ace person can't feel sexual attraction." I feel as tbough people forget that all the time so I wanted to remind you lot haha.

I'm noticed this kind of drama a few times, where people argue about a character on where they are on the AroAce spectrum. It's difficult for me to put what I think into words here, but if a character(either canon AroAce or not) doesn't have a canon placement on the spectrum then whatever, go wild.

To help with my previous statement, I'll use SakiK from... SaikiK. People generally agree he's AroAce, yet people argue about where he is on that spectrum(mainly the Aromantic part). Since it's not ever stated where he is on that spectrum(or even if he is AroAce but SHHHSHSHHSH 🤫🤫), everyone has their own interpretation of it.

I believe it should be the same for Balloon, unless Balloon comes on screen and says "I am *insert very specific thing here* " as he points to a picture of the Aro spectrum then its to to you. Obviously, don't make him a sex crazed fiend or constantly searching for love, you eejit, but it should be up to interpretation.

A little off-topic here, sorry, but I wanted to bring up umbrella terms in both the Aro and Ace spectrums(I'm included ace because eh why not! This is for my people who HC Balloon as Aro AND Ace 🙏🙏)

Here are some terms under both the aro and ace spectrums. I feel as though you guys and many, MANY others tend to forget that there are umberlla terms for AroAce. I'll define them below:

Ace umbrella:

Aceflux: someone whose sexual orientation fluctuates but generally stays on the asexual spectrum

Greysexual: only experience sexual attraction some of the time, and sometimes not at all.

Demisexual: An individual who does not experience sexual attraction until after a close emotional bond has been formed.

Aro umbrella:

Aroflux: someone whose romantic orientation fluctuates but generally stays on the aromantic spectrum

Greyromantic: Some may feel a strong emotional connection with others but do not desire romantic relationships, while others may feel a weak romantic attraction to some people but not all.

Demiromantic: An individual who does not experience romantic attraction until after a close emotional bond has been formed.

Now, there are MANY more, feel free to add in the replies or the reblogs (o: !

Also, my apologies that this post was very long! Also also, my personal opinion on Balloons arospec thing? Idfk, lmao. TBH, this was kinda an excuse to just talk about stuff I like and am interested in so... 👍I've seen the tweet where one of the people who worked on II said yes, Balloon is meant to be Aro, but I couldn't tell you if they went into specifics about it. Sorry for constantly saying AroAce instead of just aro for Balloon, I felt like it was still important to include all my asexuals out there and educate others about it.

(BTW! Any inaccurate info, PLEASE, PLEASE correct in the replies)

Anyway!

TL;DR:

If a character who is just stated to be AroAce(not demi, grey, flux ETC) and never has their place on the spectrum explained whatsoever, it's okay to have a little fun experimenting with it IYKWIM. As I've stated, we all have our own interpretation of the AroAce character and there's no point arguing about it and getting mad because that's fucking stupid, unless they start actively getting rid of the AroAce rep then burn them to the stakes! /j

I know how wild you mother fuckers can be, so don't shank me please. If you disagree, take a deep breath and remain calm because getting all pissy about this isn't gonna do shit. Try to go about it calmly and reasonably. <3

I'd love to see others' opinions on this, remember to be respectful! 🩵

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#confession #/ii #/ii/balloon

[risustravelogue]

Never A Waste

Summary:

Your boyfriend skips work to tend to you. Again.

Featuring:

Boyfriend!Alhaitham, Chubby Depressed!Reader

Tone:

Angst.

Note:

I got sick (again) and was feeling rather shitty, so I wrote something to cheer myself up. CW: heavy self-insert, strong allusion to Reader having clinical depression.

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

Your body’s been acting up again.

The ringing in your ears has been getting worse since last week, overwhelming your senses. Then, on Saturday, the migraines came and wouldn’t go, which triggered your vertigo, which rendered you unable to go anywhere. You spent your weekend laying in bed and canceling your lunch and dinner plans. It was so bad that you couldn’t even get out of bed this morning, prompting Alhaitham to skip work and insist he takes care of you, saying, “there’s nothing important at work today, anyway.”

The thing is, this is not the first time he’s skipped work to tend to you. During the year you’ve been together, he’s done that during your pre-period fevers, period pains, bouts of depression, and more. You feel guiltier than ever for being the cause of his ditching work once again. Depressing, accusatory thoughts run through your tired mind, testing your patience. In your hazy consciousness, you end up blurting out an outlandish statement.

“Sometimes I wish I don’t exist.”

The words hang heavily in the air between you and your boyfriend. He looks at you, brows frowning in disapproval. “What brought that on?”

You close your eyes and groan as the room starts to spin around you yet again. “This,” you pout, pointing at your head, then resting your hand on your chest. “This stupid body of mine.”

He sighs and sits beside you, brushing your hair away from your face. He puts his hand on your forehead. “You’re feverish. I should carry you to Bimarstan right now.”

“Great idea. Leave me there and never return. I’m only a burden to you, after all.”

He replies with a sharp flick to your forehead.

“Ow! What was that for?” you protest.

“That's my question,” he growls.

You look up at him with narrowed eyes, not wanting to back down without getting your point across. His scolding gaze softens when tears start to form in your eyes.

“It’s true, though, isn’t it?” you say, lips trembling. “I’m a burden to you. How many times have you skipped work to tend to my episodes?”

He pauses. “I don’t keep count.”

“Well, I do. You do that at least once a month.” You turn away from him and bury your cheek into the pillow. “This… this can’t go on.”

“Why?”

“You’re the Akademiya’s Scribe,” you say, stifling back a sob. “Your work affects a lot of people. Don’t waste your time on me.”

He sighs. You feel him shifting on the bed, moving the blanket to cover his legs. You allow his right arm to wrap around your waist and turn you around to face him, while his left arm replaces the pillow beneath your head. He tilts your face towards his and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’re never a waste of my time,” he says. “I said I love you, and I mean it.” He kisses you again. “I don’t mind that you’re chubby, or rather sickly, or prone to insecurities because of an illness you never wanted.” Another kiss. You feel his fingers playing with your hair. He pulls away after a while, his half-lidded verdant eyes looking straight into yours. He smiles. “I’ll always be there for you because I love you, and that’s final.”

He pulls you closer and holds you tight. You bury your face into his chest, tears streaming down, wetting his clothes. A relieved smile grows on your lips as you drift to peaceful sleep in his arms.

© @risustravelogue by @kurikurikurisu 2023 • no to reposting, yes to reblogging. feel free to send an ask to suggest, chat, etc. :)

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #kurisu writes

[swampstew]

Doffy doing Doffy things

Oh shiiit its Yandere time! Actual human garbage Donquixote Doflamingo laid his shielded eyes on your frame and his mask of indifference turned mischievous. With a flick of his wrists, you're entangled by the puppet master who steals you away to be a part of his family, murdering yours along the way.

WC: 641 CW: Spicy; not-gender specific reader; Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo; kidnapping reader; consent/non con/dubious consent and maybe Stockholm syndrome?; bdsm/ doffy dom and reader sub; orgasm denial/edging; murder and very unhealthy/somewhat abusive relationship dynamics; reader is a captive with privileges. Minors DNI - you will be blocked

He might already be canon Yandere? Anyways its no secret the Doflamingo considers himself a god amongst the filth, taking whatever or whomever he wants. I mean, he took over an entire kingdom ffs. So the day he happens upon you is also the last day of your old life as he snatches you away with his strings and so begins the rest of your life at the mercy of his puppet strings. He was content with simply taking you but you had some loyal allies who tried to fight him – they’re all dead now and he is not sorry about it.

Why did Doffy take you? Simply put, he saw something in you that made you stand out from the trash. And he’s a pirate first and foremost so he saw your shine and took you. Being his love doll is a bonus (for him). You’re treated with the utmost respect amongst his staff and lower subordinates. The inner circle is a bit…guarded…so you always feel like you’re walking on eggshells. They’re also all assholes, every one of them, so it’s a sucky time for you. Its not until Doffy gives you executive privileges and makes you in charge of punishments that they finally fuck off, since you’d get to see out their punishments for bullying you specifically which was now a punishable offense. Baby 5 is the closest thing you’ll have to a close friend but she’d sell you out to Doffy for an ice cream cone so keep secrets close to your chest.

The first rule is that you have no boundaries with Doffy. Boundaries mean secrets (it doesn’t and we wholly endorse them here at Swampstew Inc.) and he won’t have you betray him. Not when he feels like he’s asking for so little while giving you more than you could ever imagine. Imagine him to be your insane, sugar daddy and give him his due love if you want to survive him. Obviously you’re not to see or sleep with anyone but him, he’ll do his best to uphold his side of this agreement between you (and does make an effort which shocks everyone). You’re not really allowed to say no to him. Saying no implies you don’t love him and if you don’t love him…remind him why he keeps you around for? Doffy doesn’t feel convinced until you make a dramatic statement.

Adjusting to Doffy’s tastes is harder for you to do but by god do you do it. He has privileged and expensive taste so its not entirely terrible. The other bit is more complicated. If you thought Doffy was insane before, he’s a sadist in bed. That’s not to say you won’t find or achieve orgasm! It will just be so prolonged that you’ll think you’ve gone mad and he is providing you with heaven when he finally gives it to you. Or if he’s feeling particularly nasty, he’ll break out the whips and other leather toys, ready to verbally humiliate you over several hours.

Your life gets better and worse in equal balance. You’d never had wealth or privilege like you did with Doffy, at the same time you’re still basically his captive. He did say you’re free but you’re his and you’re never to leave his side. Don’t run, he’ll enjoy punishing you. And then he’ll enjoy manipulating your actions with his power for days, weeks, months even depending on how petty he feels. He’s a real demon and you’re his favorite toy. Scratch that, a pet maybe. Toys can break but a pet gets spoiled when its good and punished when its bad. Yes, he likes that much better.

<insert photo of Elle Woods from Legally Blonde holding Brutus in her purse but place Doffy’s face over Elle’s and Y/N’s face over Brutus, send post>

#donquixote doflamingo #cw yandere #doflamingo x reader #swampstew bedtime stories #cw dubcon #doflamingo x you #swampstew #swampstew stories #cw bd/sm #oh yandere! #cw noncon #doffy x reader #op doflamingo #doffy #one piece doflamingo #dofl

[faithfromanewperspective]

coming to the realisation that we generally don't know what to do as a society when artists share hard experiences in their songs. the fans being a little parasocial and dramatic about it? that's how fandom works when you see yourself in it like. a lot a lot. the pity? ends up coming usually from new fans who see the fans' reaction from the outside, know nothing about the artist to be able to place it in their life and what they've been through (and are thus caught off guard) and react to their first encounter with said art. no one actually wants to be pitied, they just want to be honest. and we're so used to a society of faking being fine that honesty, even about completely normal (and yet stigmatised) things sounds dramatic. feels uncomfortable. does this sound familiar? parents when their child tells them what they're going through either going 'it's not that bad everyone experiences that' or I Must Fix It And Fix It ASAP.

like I know it feels uncomfortable at first. but you can just sit there and be like 'cool, this person went through something that vaguely inspired them to make this emotional art. something that surely less talented and creative people go through every day.' and then you can see the reaction of some fans and be like 'they either relate or they care about this artist really dramatically' and decide if this is something you want to get in on or just let it by and go find the kind of entertainment you enjoy. go through the world being kind to others and yourself because there are people out there going through things you don't need to know about and sometimes the best thing you can do is care for yourself so you don't get bitter.

and i'm not here to tell you there isn't a place and time for criticisms, but when you get close to policing how dramatically someone expresses their emotions and how publicly they share the processing of their experience? that's when it's time to look at yourself. go 'is it really harming anyone or might it possibly be helping?' and when you do, remember, there's no 'taking away from real victims' if it's art made for real victims or whoever wants to to insert their own story into it. which most art is!! and 99% of the time when people make it about something in the artist's life? that's the fandom. fans get a bit parasocial! they get an attachment to the artist and end up knowing a lot of their personal details. which no one else has to.

but invalidating people's experience doesn't actually help anyone. you probably had it happen to you before. it probably helped you put together a framework in your head of what you are and aren't allowed to feel upset over. and i ask you: does this framework help you? or does it just leave you frustrated? you can throw it away you know. of course you don't have to be emotional publicly but you can validate what actually hurts you for yourself. you'll feel freer and more equipped to deal with trauma and handle other people's emotions when you do.

and as for whatever someone else might be going through or not? you don't need to validate it either, to take the authority to do either of those things. it's likely you'll never know all the details unless it's someone you're very close with. in fact, sometimes when you hear things there is misunderstanding of information!! such as if it is something someone said once and then changed their mind about later, but you only hear the first statement that went viral and another thing they did years and years later with everything in between missing that frankly, doesn't make sense with the previous thing. I feel like I've noticed people treating anyone we don't personally interact with (yet because of culture end up hearing about anyway) a similar way that it's still acceptable to treat children. and neither is helpful. the person who probably needs to heal is you, and that's okay! we're pretty much all in that boat, and it's a pretty good boat to be in.

#yes i am talking about taylor swift btw #and the interesting reactions i've seen to ttpd #which are like. not completely invalid but also built on assumptions that we get certain social rules around things we don't #and a quote taken from literally 13 years ago with all the growth in the time in between missing #but also from the number of people i've known listening to wfttwtaf for the first time too just absolutely freaking out #and it's like. reactions of any kind only really become bad when they reach the artist and they are not nice to them #otherwise they're pretty much just neutral and it's good to acknowledge that and understand why your brain goes there #silver bridges #the tortured poets department #unpacking this also helps with-> #neurodivergent liberation

[rarastmblr]

The Night Sky Reminds Me Of You (When You Cry, The Night Sky Cries With You)

#Pairing ? Nine-Tailed Fox Sage Garam x FEM!Reader

#Sypnosis. Dallae’s personality reminded Garam of a certain someone. Unfortunately, that someone doesn't act like that around him anymore, atleast not to him.

#Notes. Well hello hello my fellow guardian tales players 🥰 anyone simp for Garam here too? No? Just me? okay.. 😢😢😢 anyway, this was actually meant to be a Garam x OC but I decided to change it into a reader insert instead. The OC version can still be read in ao3 though, was too lazy to change it there

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You wonder how Dallae got into this situation? Well..

“This town will be a perfect target, I've already raided them before. They definitely have some new pair of golds 'n jewelries hiding in their home.” A man said, his dark brown eyes glancing at the said town. He was already making up a plan in his head.

He planned to just barge in and threat everyone living there. Some of colleagues knows thinks it’s a stupid idea, while some who followed every single thing the leader says without question didn't bother to say anything.

“You're tough and all—” The new rookie said but then gave out an opinion that contradicted his plan. “But aren't those so-called ‘‘Sage's’’ built somewhere near this place? I wouldn't want to mess with those two..” 

The rookie who he had high expectations on, now deduced into a little minion in his head, was basically saying that he'd rather die than to be cursed by the Sage's. Not like the result of his life would be any different.

“Seriously?” The man, lets call him Mr. Tough Guy for now, scoffed at the little minion's statement. For believing in those silly folktales about Sage's and for saying discreetly that his plan is stupid.

Mr. Tough Guy was more annoyed at the latter reason.

While the ‘little minion’ gave out more of his passive aggressive and condenscending opinions about everything and anything that came out of Mr. Tough Guy's mouth, they didn't notice another person listening in on their conversation.

Dallae had been listening to them ever since their conversation started. Now that she knew that she was going after the village she lived in, she planned to warn the people in her said village, especially the chief.

Why does a twig have to ruin everything?

“Stop right there!” Mr. tough Guy and and another colleague of his shout out in unison, making Dallae trip and fall on the ground because of fright.

Her knee is hurt, it aches when she tries to stand up, so the child crawls towards the statues. She thought it was a good hiding spot, at least until the men go away.

Before the two men could get close, Dallae quickly crawls towards the statue of one of the Sages and hides behind it. Specifically the taller one. No offense to the other..

“Where's the darn kid?!” One of the two men exclaim as they reach the area of the two statues. “Come out right now!” The other man ordered, he felt like the child was playing hide and seek with them. So childish!

“Those bad bad men..” The child mutters out from behind the statue as she looks at the two men, silently bad-mouthing them inside of her head.

“I know you're hiding behind that rock, you rascal!” One of the men says as they both turn to look towards the statue of one of the Sage's.

Knowing that the two men already knew where she was and she had nowhere else to run to, the small child walked out of her hiding spot and shouted the only thing that came to her mind. 

“T-The Sages will teach you bad men a lesson!”

“Hahaha! A Sage? don't make me laugh!” The man lets out a laugh, obviously not believing the words that were said by the small child.

“A Sage will protect me if I have a good heart!” The child protested against the man's words.

“Then why don't you tell the Sage to help you now?” Mr. tough Guy taunted, thinking that the child might as well be stupid for thinking that the Sage's are actually real. Like he said, those were just fables made by the old grannies — they believed in it so much to the point they made statues? Ridiculous.

The Sages were nothing but mere statues.

Unexpectedly, the ground begins to shake.

“An earthquake?” One of the man spoke, questioning himself if the sudden shake was actually real or if it was just him hallucinating.

The two men and the child turn to look at the figure of the statue the child used as a hiding spot earlier as it begins to glow a bright light, the two men staring in shock as the child does the same — before quickly shutting her eyes. 

“I told you Sage's were real! Curse you—!” Dallae could hear Mr. Tough Guy's words. “What the hell are you talking about?!” That was the last sentence the child heard, accompanies by more mean words she’d rather not remember. As the world around her turned quiet, she saw it as the chance to open her eyes.

The child slowly blinks her eyes open again to see that the two previous men from earlier no longer able to be seen. Instead, standing there, a Nine-Tailed Fox man that resembles the statue from earlier was staring at her. Recovering from her shock, Dallae introduces herself to the mister infront of her.

“Thank you for saving me, mister! I'm Dallae.” She introduces herself, with a bright smile on her face as she walks closer towards the nine-tailed fox, walking around him as if she was admiring him. She didn't get to admire his statue earlier because of the bad guys.

“Mister.. Are you really a Sage?” Dallae asked as she tilted her head to the side.

“Yes. I am a Sage. I'm Garam.” The nine-tailed fox, who Dallae now knows as Garam, says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Wow! You're a Sage!” Dallae exclaims as her eyes shine brightly in admiration and she begins to jump up in excitement.

"Mister Sage! You're so cool!" She continues as she does some fighting stances.

Because of the protective and strong aura the fox? man? was giving off, Dallae didn't show any sign of hostility whatsoever. Garam doesn't know what to feel about that, maybe he should teach her how to be more hostile to strangers.

“Why were they chasing you?” Garam asks as he looks at Dallae with a concerned expression on his face but the edges of his lips are curved slightly upward. He thought that the human child's behavior was endearing, she acted a bit like a certain little fox he knew. Unfortunately, that someone has grown and doesn't act like this anymore not to him atleast.

“Those bad men keep harassing our town!” Dallae grumbles out as she furrowed her eyebrows in anger. "So I watch them everyday! I was going to town to alert people but they caught me.."

"But it's okay! You saved me!" Dallae cheers as a cheerful expression returns to her face.

"I'm off to town! Thank you!" Dallae says as she waves goodbye and cheerfully skips towards the path to her town. Leaving the Sage alone, the said sage gazes at the statues of his eight-tailed friend, wondering when she will also wake up from her hibernation.

Garam feels one of his fox ears twitch, as if sensing that there was still trouble going on nearby.

Without any hesitation, Garam quickly follows the path Dallae went, defeating some of the bad men Dallae was talking about along the way.

Nearing the town Dallae was talking about, Garam notices an unconscious body of a woman and a man together with a crying child mourning for them.

Were they the poor child's parents? How unfortunate.. Garam prays that the family will meet again and live a happily in another life, as an exchange for their loss today.

Finally arriving at the town square, Garam sees Dallae standing beside an older man, most likely the village chief, with an almost unconscious woman on the ground below him. There are also many townspeople standing behind the senior.

Garam furrows his eyebrows as he sees three men that looked the same as the other bad men from before. Just how many of them are there?

"Take everything! Treasures, food, anything worth money!" The bad man in the middle exclaims, full of greed and want.

"P-Please.. We'll starve.." The village chief beside Dallae pleads, clasping his hands together for mercy.

"Stop bothering!" The bad man says as he punches the senior to the ground. "That's none of my business."

"Stop!" Dallae exclaims before walking towards the chief as he started to groan in pain. "Wake up, chief.." Dallae says in a worried tone.

Dallae then walks towards the woman who was laying on the ground beside the chief. "Ma'am.." Dallae calls out to her before she bursts out in tears.

"Listen, you fools! If you don't want to end up like him, give me everything you've got!" The bad man in the middle starts to speak out as he pointed at the chief kneeling on the ground in pain.

"You ugly bad man! Stop harassing our town!" Dallae shouts as she throws a rock at the bad man in the middle, she turns to see if she has any other solid to throw at them, only to be disappointed and facing the men again, trying to give off an intimidating font.

"This girl has gone crazy.." The bad man in the middle says before continuing, "I'll knock some senses into you."

Before the man could land a hit on Dallae, Garam quickly jumps out and lands in front of the child, protecting her and knocking back the three men a few distances away.

"Huh? Who're you?" The bad man questions as he recovers from being knocked back. "Everyone! Attack!" The bad man shouts out as all three of them lunge forward to attack Garam.

Before they could even land a hit on Garam, the sage shoots out a powerful attack from his Sage bead, quickly defeating two of the three men in a quick and swift motion.

The one man left undefeated hurriedly runs away, realizing how powerless he is now. "We..We'll be back!" he shouts out before he is no longer able to be seen.

The town's chief recovers from the attack he received from the bad man from earlier, standing up slowly as he gives Garam a grateful smile.

"T-Thank you! But.. who're you?" The chief asks, wanting to know the identity of the man, who weirdly has two animal ears on his head and very visible tails on his back, but none-the-less, the said men was still the man who saved the town.

"He's a sage!!" Before Garam could introduce himself formally, Dallae beat him to it and introduced him in an delighted tone.

Many voices of shock and amazement erupt from the crowd as they start to walk closely towards Garam. All of the townspeople happily cheer, a series of “Hip Hip Hooray”’s spread through the crowds, they were all happy as they had gotten help from a Sage.

The rest of the day, the townspeople had gone out of their way to introduce themselves to Garam and get to know their saviour. The moon was close to setting — Dallae decided to have Garam live with her, at least for the time being until the sage decides that he will go and explore what had happened to the world while he was stuck in hibernation.

Some days later, Garam had made up his mind and decided that he was going to explore the place; and by that he means the other surrounding villages that the townspeople were talking about.

With Dallae constantly persuading him to let her join him, the white-haired sage decided to bring the child with him. This will be the first adventure they will be going on, together.

While Garam was busy saying taking care of something else, Dallae decided to chase some butterflies around to keep herself entertained as she waited for him. Seriously? How could butterflies be so pretty yet so hard to catch? When she thought more about it, she thought these butterflies were similar to the two pretty women in the village — They were both pretty, but they did not seem to want a man with them.

Dallae chased the butterflies around, jumping up heigher above them when she was close enough to catch them, only to end up stumbling on the ground. But Dallae was a stubborn child, she kept going and chasing the beautiful butterflies, even though she had already fell two times before.

“Uggh—!” Dallae made a noise as she fell to the ground again, not giving up, she then rose to sit up. She then searched around for the butterflies, but this time they were quicker and made an escape.

“Didn't I tell you not to run around?” Hearing the familiar voice, Dallae shut down the thought of standing up. She instead waited for the Sage to walk closer to her, because she knew he was planning to heal her.

“Hehehe..” Thanks to the Sage, Dallae felt that any of the pain or bruises that she got from the falls earlier had instantly disappeared. Dallae planned to apologize, but Garam spoke first, immediately making the apology letter Dallae made in her head crumble into pieces.

“We've got a long way to go. Let's get going.” Garam told her, if Dallae was close enough to the man (If she was taller) she could swear it seemed like he was excited to go and travel to the first village they decided to go to.

When the two had finally arrived to the first designated village, they were met with many people half-unconcious and laying on the ground.

“Everyone has collapsed..” Garam said the obvious of what he saw infront of him. “Let's ask what's going on.” Garam said as he signaled Dallae to go to who seemed to like like the chief of the village, while Garam decided to ask another person instead.

Dallae walked close to the chief to ask him a question, but the chief was fast. “Stay away! There is a plague in our town..!” Is this a habit people obtain when they grow older? Cutting people off? Okay. At least he told her the information she needed from him.

“You should leave before it affects you!” The chief said, worried that the child would also be sick — Dallae, as a child, still had many years in her life.

“Mr. Sage! Mr. Sage!” Dallae called out to Garam, just in time as he also finished speaking to the person he was talking to about the situation that happened here.

“The people here have fallen sick! Can you help?” Dallae urged, worried for the people. What a heroic trait for a child that doesn't even know any person here instead of the man infront of her.

“How should I do this..?” Garam asked to himself and the child, as if asking her for any advise. Dallae gave him time to think.

“!” Eyeing the well infront of them, Garam seemed to have gotten an idea and stood infront of the well. He then pulled out his Sage bead and did, what Dallae would call, a dance of some sort..? Garam kept swinging the bead up and down four times.

After Garam was done, he turned to Dallae and said; “Drinking the well water and it'll make any sickness go away!” Garam commanded. Dallae, as if getting the memo, obeyed enthusiastically. The little child was like a sidekick.

She then used the bucket to get water from the well and went to each and every person that were laying half-unconcious, while Garam was busy most likely healing the women he was conversing to earlier.

After she was done helping people, Dallae went to go to Garam to check on how he was doing. Garam had just finished healing the woman infront of him and faced Dallae, as he noticed that she was observing him.

“They all recovered!” Dallae said and jumped up as celebration for the healed people. Garam smiled at her, affected by how brightly she smiled due to pride and happiness.

“Haha. A river won't flow for a reason!” Garam said with a big smile. Dallae, not understanding the idiom that Garam said, gave him a face that a confused child would make when they couldn't understand their math homework.

“..” Garam, who wanted to have someone laugh at his joke, decided to just explain it. “Just meant that I did what I had to do. That's all.”

“Well.. I do know you're very cool! I wanna be like you when I grow up!” Dallae said, and the awkward atmosphere from when she could get what Garam meant instantly disappeared, or maybe Garam just decided to forget it.

“Yes, yes Dallae.” Garam said as he pat the child's head. “Let's move on to the next village.” Garam, without wasting any time, immediately went to go to the next village in mind, and Dallae followed.

While Garam and Dallae's walk to the next village was nothing short of dissatisfying, the moment they finally arrived to Tiger Village made Dallae cover her ears with her hands, not liking the amount of noise caused by the many screams.

“Tiger! Tiger!” A man shouted, and another series of screams “Run!” A woman said as she ran as fast as she could, with a child holding her hand tightly to not separate from her. Garam and Dallae, worried for the strangers’ lives and warning them to run away for safety.

“I'll find out what's going on.” Dallae, hearing that, also prepared to go. But before Dallae, could even take one step forward, Garam had already made up his mind and told her; “It could be dangerous. Wait here.”

Dallae nodded, knowing that Garam didn't want her to come is only because he wanted to keep her safe. She turned around and waited, even closing her eyes and counting inside of her head, as if she was playing a game of hide and seek.

‘Six..’ “Somebody help!!” Dallae, frightened by the shout, turned around only to find no one. She had long forgotten Garam's words. When someone needed help, it's as if every little common sense in her body left — All she wants is to protect those in danger.

As she was planning to go and run to where she thinks the shout came from, she was met by the figure of a tiger walking back and forth. She didn't know what to do, but thankfully, there were some objects that could help Dallae hide from the carnivore. Dallae's small child-like structure only helped her more.

“Please.. Somebody help..” Walking pass the tiger like a pro, Dallae was able to reach where the voice came from. She saw a man, crawling out of fright and a tiger looking at the said man as if it was looking at it's prey.

Dallae shrieked as the tiger let out a loud roar, as if he knew that she had been watching.

“No! Don't hurt him!” Dallae said, throwing out her life and shielding the man by standing infront of him. The Tiger acted fast and pounced. Unfortunately for the carnivore, his action did not succeed as the ivory-haired sage showed up infront of Dallae.

“Are you alright, Dallae? Are you hurt?” Garam asked without looking at the child behind him, being cautious of every move of the animal infront of them. Garam's question was left unanswered as with a roar from the tiger, a battle started.

“Tigers are usually gentle and don't hurt people..” Garam said, and pulled out his sage bead. He wanted to communicate with the animal to ask about it's reasons for attacking the village. The tiger had turned into a boy, the only tiger-like features left of him being his hair color and animal ears and tail.

“You! Why are you hurting people?” Garam asked the tiger-now-turned-boy laying on the ground.

“I'm.. so sorry.” The tiger-boy apologized, full of guilt in his tone. “There was nothing to eat because of a big fire.”

“But hurting humans?!” Garam questioned, finding the tigers’ reason ridiculous. Before anyone could speak, two cubs came and surrounded the tiger-boy, as if protecting him from the danger that is Garam, at least, in the cubs eyes. Yet it also seemed like the two were apologizing in their own way.

“I'm sorry.. My cubs were starving to death and I..” The tiger-boy spoke again, almost with tears in his eyes. Tiger-boy didn't finish his sentence, he already told the sage what the reason was anyway.

“Mr. Sage!” Dallae, with her kind heart, called out to Garam for his attention, and she got it. Garam turned to her with a brow raised, waiting for what she was going to say.

“I feel bad for them. Can't you help?” It's true. The tigers were in a bad situation and being a natural carnivore, their only thought of another source of food would be any living thing that had meat. They were made to be predators right from the moment they were brought into this world: Made to sink their sharp teeth into their prey — be it another animal or human. Dallae doesn't know if Garam felt bad too.

“I should be punishing you. But I'll forgive you this once.” Garam decided to give them a chance, and the tiger-boy wiped the tears off his eyes. “Take this magic sack.” Garam threw it to the tiger-boy.

The tiger had natural skills so it was able to swiftly catch the sack. The tiger and cubs stared at the sack, confused about what it would be able to do to help their situation.

“Food will come out from it.” Garam explained the sack's purpose. “So don't ever make this mistake again!” Garam said, talking about the events that had happened in this village.

“Thank you! Thank you sir!”

“..So many people are suffering.” Garam said, turning to face Dallae who is behind him. “Let's go to the next village.” Said Garam, and if you were close enough to him, you'd hear the small sigh he let out. It was almost as if he already knew that there was just going to be another chaos going on in the next village.

“Mister Sage.. Didn’t the people say this village was full of prosperity and nature..?” Dallae questioned, only for Garam to sigh.

“I've gotten used to the differences between what the locals told us and what the state villages are now.. Don't worry, this is the last village.” He said, patting the little girl's hair as a way to comfort her from the many bad instances that had just happened all in one day.

Arriving at this village, Dallae got Deja Vu and flashbacks from the first village they visited. A large sum of people are laying on the ground. Without a word, Garam seemed to have already have connected the dots on what was happening here.

“It seems everything has dried up..” Garam guessed. If the dehydrated faces of the villagers laying on the ground wasn't already an obvious hint.

“Sir! Please help us!” One of the dehydrated women pleaded, crawling closer to Garam desperately. “We haven't had a drops of water since two days ago!”

“Let's look for some water for them.” Garam advised Dallae, then quickly walked away to find water, or at least some safe, healthy, drinkable liquid to satisfy their thirst.

Dallae followed along, but she wasn't quite able to catch up to Garam because she had tiny legs. The people crawled — following behind the brown-haired child as she passed by them.

They arrived infront of a well only to be left disappointed. It was dried to crisp!

“Let's look at other places..” Garam said, turning around and walking towards what seemed to be a pond — but it also had no water.

“This..” Dallae looked at the pond that was also dried to crisp.

“The small pond has dried out from months of drought. ” One of the two ladies said, followed by a man “They'll all die unless..”

Garam pulled out what seemed to be a gem that has the shape of a drop of water. He then used his sage bead to do the ‘dancing thing’ or so Dallae called it.

After that — not one, not two, but three beautiful women dressed in beautiful matching dresses appeared out of nowhere and descended to the ground gracefully.

“Sir! Sisters at arms!” Two of the girls; one left and one of the right, said as the three of them saluted the Sage infront of them. “Under Sage Garam's orders, reporting to duty as of today!” The sister in the middle said, ending the three sisters’ introduction.

“Create a lake using the water stone. Now!” Garam commanded them. ‘So that gem is called a water stone..’ Dallae thought it was a good name — could've been better though, like, maybe Lapis?

“Yes Sir!” The three sisters obeyed, turning around and flying close to the gem — by using their magic, they made a beautiful lake with many beautiful Lily pads. Dallae would like to protest that the lake wasn't as beautiful as the fairies though.

“Wow!” Dallae, along with the people, erupted into a fit of cheers. “A lake just appeared! The fairy sisters are really awesome” Dallae said, and turned to look at them once again to take in their beauty, she made eye contact with the sister in the middle — and Dallae swore she saw her smile at her, but it slowly disappeared as soon as Garam had said something.

“Fairies! protect the water stone and this village!” Garam spoke aloud, the sisters nodded. “This lake will make all creatures thrive!” Garam continued, saying his words like he was making a promise.

“Hooray to the Sage! Hooray!” Many people from many different villages celebrated, for themselves and for their new saviour.

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“Whoahh, it feels nice breathing the fresh air! Especially when we're so close to the water!” Danyi said with a big smile on her face as she plopped down on the mat she set up.

It was night time, and Sage Garam was generous enough to give the three sisters some items so they can be comfortable while they protect the water gem.

They searched for an area to put the said items, and perhaps, maybe get some sleep. And they ended up here. Fortunately, the water gem was close to this place, making the whole “protect the water gem” job easier.

“Are you saying that the boot camp was a bad place?” Yunju, the one with wispy bangs, asked her younger sister. Yunju's tone made it seem like she had thought of Danyi's sentence as slander towards the Sage's.

“?!” Danyi immediately sat up, “That isn't what I meant, Sister!” Danyi tried explaining herself, but seeing that her words weren't going through Yunju in any way, she looked at the eldest sister — (Y/N) who could only chuckled in amusement at the misunderstanding between the two.

There was never a boring time when the three of them were together.

(Y/N) walked towards Yunju. Danyi was ecstatic! Her sister is helping her get out of a lecture from Yunju—!

“Yunju, I'm going out for a bit.” (Y/N) said, and then walked off to go outside. Yunju looked at her older sister as she walked away, feeling a bit worried since it's already late at night. “Cut her some slack..” Bambi whispered.

“Sister..!” Danyi, not hearing the words (Y/N) whispered to Yunju, felt betrayed as her eldest sister's figure left and went outside. The individuals inside this little dorm of theirs are just her and Yunju now. Danyi, slowly but surely, turns to Yunju — only to see her already looking at her and opening her mouth to speak.

Nothing happened, Yunju just told Danyi to help her make some tea while they wait for (Y/N) to come back.

The night had already set. By now, it would be the perfect time to get sleep — to ensure that she would be refreshed for tomorrow. But (Y/N) couldn't help but be drawn to how the stars and moon looked in this particular night.

Boot camp gave the three sisters a specific schedule to follow and they'd already be in their dorms in the evening. They three had never been able to look at the night sky this way, in the open world.

(Y/N) knows that the her sisters in the dorm could also see the night sky too, but she felt that her view was much more mystical in comparison to theirs. Many animals were still awake at this time, taking in the moon's beauty before they go to sleep.

The calm white soothing ball shows it's face when the night falls, guiding those in the darkness, promising to send the light. (Y/N) saw three butterflies flying around, then another one following shortly behind them. She guessed it must be a newly hatched butterfly, flying around with its new friends.

Opting to not be distracted by the sight of the beautiful insects, (Y/N) walked off and went back to their dorm. She was greeted by the sight of Danyi sleeping on Yunju's shoulder, who looked like she was fighting her urge to sleep. 

Yunju, upon seeing her older sister, immediately straightened up and positioned Danyi into a more comfortable sleeping position on the mat the both of them were sitting on. Bambi walked up to Yunju, asking why she hasn't already fallen to sleep yet.

“I..” Yes, Yunju could have slept any time now as she didn't have any reason not to. Danyi herself even fell asleep on her own. “I wanted to wait for you, but Danyi was already starting to get sleepy in the evening.”

Ah, The boot camp's schedule had already affected Danyi and her brain seemed to automatically think of the evening as time to sleep. Danyi must've really been trying to stay awake huh?

“Danyi wanted to stay awake too, she asked me to splash water on her face if her eyes dared to close.” (Y/N) smiled at that, Yunju let out a chuckle. “What were you doing outside anyway?” Yunju questioned, finding it weird since (Y/N) was never really the adventurous type. Well, compared to Yunju, (Y/N) is much more outgoing than her, but..

“I wanted to observe the place better. The night sky is beautiful.” (Y/N) said as she sat on her own mat, in the middle of Danyi and Yunju's.

“But our little ‘dorm’ is open to the night sky? you didn't really need to go outside to see it.” (Y/N) chuckled, Yunju had a point. That was also what (Y/N) thought as she was looking at the animals in the forest, who were also admiring the moon.

“I thought the view in the forest would be much more mystical to look at. After all, many animals out there often come out at night.” (Y/N) said, mentioning the butterflies she also saw.

“You both should join me next time.” (Y/N) suggested. Yunju nodded at her, thinking that it would be a good idea; a great opportunity for the three sisters to bond while they also get used to the new environment.

“Maybe tomorrow..” Yunju said. She then laid down on her mat, ready to go to sleep. “Goodnight.”

(Y/N) laid down too, but didn't go to sleep immediately. She took her time to observe the night sky until she herself succumbed into a deep sleep.

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#guardian tales spoilers #가디언테일즈 #ガーディアンテイルズ #guardian tales #guardiantales #marquezlvr #ninefoxtailedsagegaram #dallae #guardiantalesxreader #sagegaramxreader #garamxreader

[honeybleed]

sweetest ⋆ kaname tosen

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, canon-verse first half is set during soul society arc, second is set around arrancar arc, suggestive but no full on smut, angst, sad ending.

author’s note: i’ve tried to look for tosen fics but i never see any sooo 😹 anyways sorry if this is short or seems a bit mid i’m fighting for my life against writers block (and losing.)

word count: 3.1k

"I love the stars." You said, in awe as the two of you stood in the middle of the looming trees.

"I love the stars, Kaname." A familiar voice echoed in his head.

"Is something the matter..?" You asked, a little cautiously as you instantly noticed the change in his demeanour.

"It's nothing you needn't concern yourself with." He responded after he regained his composure. You didn't take it as insulting or anything.

You simply understood he was inserting a boundary.

However, it seemed as if tonight the lines of senior and junior, despite attending the academy the same year, were quickly being blurred.

Kaname Tosen was admirable in many ways.

A skilled swordsman, worthy of the established title of captain of the Ninth Division. Kind-hearted truly, and anybody whether that was in his division or others could attest to the fact Kaname Tosen was a gentle and compassionate man.

Compared to the barbaric captain of the eleventh division Kenpachi Zaraki who put his men through hours of gruelling and punishing training. Or the high and mighty captain of the sixth division Kuchiki Byakuya.

Tosen was highly praised and respected by his superiors, subordinates, and juniors alike.

So to say you were shocked when he requested to see you in his office and asked you to accompany him alone on a field mission would be an understatement.

"I'm sure we could head back to the barracks without an issue." Tosen began. "However, I prefer these lodgings on the outskirts all the more than my quarters. If you would like to head back, that's fine. I'll accompany you-"

"No, no! It's okay Captain Tosen. We can sleep here for the night. You're right, my feet are rather sore and the last thing I want is to trek back." You said, with an awkward laugh.

You swallowed thickly as he gave you a warm gaze, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Alright." he said, gently.

-

"Captain, can I come in?" you asked when you saw a sliver of light through the ajar sliding door.

"Yes, enter."

You gingerly made your way into the room, where he was sat without his goggles and his braids which were usually in a ponytail were free.

"May I sit with you?" You asked.

"I don't see why not." He said, with a soft chuckle.

You sat across from him, he seemed to be finishing up writing.

You'd never been in an intimate setting with your captain.

What made it intimate was the ambient atmosphere.

The candle lit up the room with an orange hue, the incense stick burning which created a sweet and smokey aroma and you'd never seen him out of his uniform.

You don't think you'd ever seen Tosen's eyes up close. He had no pupils and they seemed to have had a lavender tone.

He was in a navy blue yukata that wasn't secured so you could see nicely formed pecs and a sliver of abdominals.

You quickly shook your head and cleared your throat, a little embarrassed with yourself for staring too long.

"You're not tired, Captain?" You questioned, eyes widened.

There was a beat of silence for a moment which felt like minutes before he answered.

"I dwelled on this for a while, I hope you realise you can drop the formalities around me while we're alone, Y/N." He said, in a tender tone.

"...Sorry. A force of a habit, I suppose." You answered, meekly.

"There is no need to apologise. Unfortunately, this environment is entrenched with elitist attitudes." He responded you could've sworn there was a hint of bitterness within the statement.

He shook his head, then opted for a happier memory.

"We were in the same classes at the academy, weren't we?" He said.

"A talent like you comes across once a millennium, Kaname." You responded sweetly, a blatant attempt at flattery.

"Now, now. I believe that assertion belongs to only two members of the thirteen court guard companies. Shiba Kaien and much as it pains me to say Ichimaru Gin." He stated as he waved a hand.

You snorted at his contempt for Gin.

"Still! All of us ended up as low-ranking officers. I'm sure you were the only captain out of us."

"I'm grateful for your words." He said. "But to answer your question before I derailed our conversation, as much as we need sleep I find myself able to function without it as a result of my training. I prefer the nighttime, the quiet is calming."

"Are you busy?" You asked. "I hope I'm not interrupting you from anything important."

"Just going over a draft. You're familiar with my column at the Seireitei bulletin?" He asked.

You nodded eagerly.

Since it was the Ninth Division's responsibility you did your part at the bulletin printing press.

But you sometimes got irritated at how intense Shuhei got about deadlines and would slack off. He didn't tell on you as much as he wanted to.

"Unfortunately it didn't receive much reception until I started to publish recipes. Especially from a female audience," He said in a bemused tone.

"Yeah well, you know women love a man who can cook." You snickered. "I liked your writing regardless, Kaname. You're insightful."

The corner of his lips tugged into a pleased smile.

"And you wondered why I asked you to join me on this mission. you're pleasant to be around." He said, turning to face the paper on the wooden table.

"...Really?"

"You could say I have a soft spot for you." He cleared his throat. "I'm getting ahead of myself."

"... I want to hear more. I want to hear what you think of me...because your opinion is very important to me, Kaname." You said, voice low feeling as if you were venturing into completely new territory.

He sighed.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was being selfish to let you get this close. He was acting on his desires and impulses.

"I can't." He said a little lowly. He began to tidy away the stationary and papers he had out.

"... Kaname."

"I'm not the person you think I am, Y/N." He murmured.

"What do you mean..?" You questioned, eyes widening slightly confused by his cryptic statement.

Tosen was a resolute man, who was assured in his good traits. he never wallowed in guilt and pity. everything he did was in the same of absolute justice, even if it required getting his hands dirty.

But something about you, made him feel so weak. He couldn't think straight and his mind was in absolute overdrive.

Nobody was aware of Aizen's schemes that were going to take place soon apart from him and Gin. When it was first plotted all those years ago, he didn't care about the repercussions.

However, being in your presence. With your sincere words and scent of amber, being away from the hustle and bustle of the Seireitei and the night, he felt his resolve for absolute justice weaken.

No, the last thing he would ever want to do was break your heart. If you shared an intimate moment, he knew it would shatter your world when the revelation came out.

He didn't want you to think he was using you and that he didn't care about you. His heart was full for you. You made him feel emotions he hadn't felt in a century.

Joy, peace, bliss, and even a sliver of hope for a future.

But these were luxuries Tosen couldn't afford with the path he had chosen, hellbent on vengeance for his beloved friend who had died cruelly by the Soul Society's injustice.

"You can tell me anything.." You began, in a gentle voice.

"I wish I could."

"You're worrying me, Kaname.."

He took your face between his thumb and forefinger.

"if you want to stop at any time, please tell me. do not be afraid, the last thing I would ever want to do is make you uncomfortable."

You closed your eyes as you tilted your head to capture Tosen's soft, plump lips.

You immediately slid your hands underneath the fabric to shamelessly cop a feel of his pectorals which made him shudder and smile into the kiss.

"You were waiting for the chance, weren't you?" He remarked, in a teasing tone causing heat to creep onto your cheeks.

"How'd you know?"

"Just an inkling."

He delved again to take your lips with more passion and fervour which sent jolts into your abdomen.

It was the way he held onto you as if you were so fragile and would shatter if he let go.

He pulled away gently as he nudged his forehead against your own.

“Is something the matter?” You whispered.

“Let’s do this somewhere more comfortable.” He snorted, referring to the table and the awkward position you both were in.

“…That makes sense.” You giggled, hair raising along your nape and arms with how electrifying his kiss was.

You let out a squeal when he gathered you in arms without a beat and carried you bridal style to another room, most likely a bedroom.

He set you down on the soft tatami mat but didn’t give you a chance to relax as he slot himself between your legs and stole your lips once more.

You draped your arms around his broad shoulders and let out a content sigh when he pulled away to trail kisses along your collarbone and the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

"We're away from others, come on. I want to hear your voice."

“…Kaname!” You cried out, jaw slack from his boldness.

He chuckled at your reaction.

“Can you blame me? Your voice…” He pressed a kiss on your cheek. “Your warmth..” On your nose. “Your touch..” Your forehead. “Your scent..” Your lips once again, capturing your bottom lip.

“It makes me greedy. I can’t get enough, Y/N.”

“Kaname..” You said, dazed and eyes half-lidded. “This is like a dream for me too..”

“How long have you dreamt of this..?” He questioned, voice cocky which made you giggle.

“Let’s say…a long time.” You responded as you sat up from laying down to fully shed off his clothes. “That’s better.” You said as your eyes raked over his toned physique and the moonlight reflected over his rich skin.

Your hands began to roam across his back and you met his lips once again, cradling the side of his face.

You felt him settle a hand on your lower back as if he was signalling he wanted to take the lead again.

“No…I want to touch everywhere…and taste everywhere. Please, Y/N..” His usual deep voice, hoarse as his fingers flew to undo your own clothing. “May I?”

“Of course…” You said, a little shakily. “I want you more than anything, Kaname.”

-

You fell asleep first. You woke up last.

You seemed to be fully clothed again and you could hear the sound of a sword sheathing which made you jump and scramble.

“Y/N, don’t panic! It’s me. You’re fine.” Tosen quickly said, in his shihakusho and captain’s haori as he crouched beside you.

You rubbed your temples.

“Why didn’t wake me up?” You asked, irritated.

“You looked adorable sleeping.”

“Kaname.” You said, trying to be firm and failing. You never would’ve thought that sort of statement would come from him of all people and the absurdity of it all made you dissolve into laughter.

“I was eventually. It’s dawn and I know seated officers come later.”

“How kind of you.” You said, wryly.

After you freshened up and dressed in your uniform, you marvelled at the trees in the daylight. But you suppose there was something that needed to be addressed.

“Kaname.” You called out.

“Yes?” His gait was swift as he was in front of you. Despite coming from Rukongai, you would’ve never had thought that. Tosen presented himself in a very grand manner.

“What…now?”

He paused, then turned to you.

It was hard to read his body language with how stiff he was, and his eyes were obscured by the goggles once again.

“I want to be with you, morning and night. Y/N, you occupy my mind nonstop.” He said, voice firm. “Do you share the same feelings?”

“I push up on you so much, I thought it was clear by now.” You said, shaking your head.

“Then so be it. Be my woman.” He said, as he took a step further and cradled the side of your face, melting his lips against yours.

“I’m all yours.” You murmured against his lips.

You wondered if the other officers talked. It wasn’t taboo for seated officers to date amongst each other and even marry. But there was something preventing Tosen.

Something shared between Aizen, himself and Gin.

-

You were caught offguard when Shuhei had to tell you that (former) Captain Tosen had betrayed the Soul Society with Aizen and Gin.

While this was the man who had deep affections for, you could tell it impacted Shuhei a lot more. Tosen was his mentor.

Shuhei wasn’t a great substitute captain after Tosen’s defection.

He was a bit weak willed and it was easy to pressure him into complying anything.

Ninth Division had absolutely no jurisdiction over Karakura Town so a visit from a Ninth Division Soul Reaper made no sense.

“I just wanna see Urahara! You have gone to him in the past too!” You barked at Shuhei who was scared shitless.

“That was in the past, Y/N! You know nobody is allowed in the Human World except for the ones who were sent there.” He stuttered as he blinked rapidly, referring to Renji, Toshiro, Rangiku, Ikkaku and Yumichika.

“I’m going anyways.” You scoffed.

He said your name again, with a groan and you waved a hand at him dismissively.

"Here's a face I haven't seen in almost a century!" The voice called out. "What brings you to my simple candy store, Y/N?"

"You're not gonna like my request." You snorted. The man annoyed you to no end when you knew each other but there was no denying his brains or usefulness at that.

"Well, how do you know if you haven't bothered to tell me? I consider myself quite openminded, Y/N~." He grinned as he opened his fan.

"Open the Garganta for me." You said, plainly.

"Very well. But my methods aren't straightforward." He shrugged.

"You're not gonna ask any questions?"

"Nope."

"What if I'm torn to shreds?"

"Now, now. If anything, I'm worried for the creatures who attempt anything on you down there." He chuckled.

“You’re not concerned that I’ve betrayed the Soul Society?”

“Why would I? They’ve branded me as a traitor and you know that.” He replied, airily.

He gestured for you to follow him and you did, through the shop, through the hallways and finally to the training grounds which revealed a clear blue sky and dusty rocks that spanned as far as the eye could see.

You stood a large distance away from him as he began to recite the incantation.

"Say hi to Aizen for me." He said, teasingly when the rip in the air opened.

"I'm not going for that sociopath and you know that. Give the store a good clean, I can see dust collecting on your products." You called back out, earning a hearty laugh from him.

It was terrifying. Soul reapers were used to going through the Senkaimon, however the Garganta was just a nothingness.

You made your way through the empty void until something felt amiss and you froze in your footsteps, about to sheath your Zanpakuto.

The amount of spiritual pressure made your knees almost buckle. You had stifling fear it may have been Aizen or Gin.

No, Aizen was the new ruler of Hueco Mundo, he would’ve gotten an underling to deal with you.

“You’ve gotten slower.” A familiar voice began as you felt a sword press against your neck.

“…Kaname.” You breathed out, shakily.

“You’re trespassing.”

“And does that result in death?”

“What other punishment befits an intruder?” He replied, swiftly.

“You wouldn’t dare.” And with that, he let out of his grip.

You gave a mirthless laugh.

“I didn’t even make it into Hueco Mundo.”

“What was your purpose?” He questioned.

“To see you. I wasn’t there when you three made your iconic departure.”

He snorted at the sarcastic remark, he rarely smiled.

"I wasn't enough." You finally said. "To stop you."

"Don't say such things like that."

He looks different now.

Tosen looked stylish. He was a handsome man regardless but the white seemed to elevate to look somehow.

Your stomach twisted.

"They'd strip me of my position and lock me in the Maggot's Nest if they knew I was even talking to you, Kaname..." You said, voice shaky.

"This pursuit of mine's fate has been solidified. There is no happy ending." He said, voice firm.

"Is there no other way?" You questioned, voice hoarse as tears prickled at your waterline.

No response. His face was firm and the silence was inexplicably louder than any yelling.

"Very well.." You responded to the absence of sound.

"Would you have joined me?" He asked.

"For you...I would. For Aizen...no. I don't see how his pursuit of the King's Key has anything to do with justice for your friend, Kaname." You said, bluntly.

"I merely chose the path of least bloodshed. My views on the Soul Society aligned with Aizen's ideas." He responded, but it seemed almost as if it was automated. Like something he had practiced.

"If you say so." You sighed. "Was it a lie?"

"What was?"

"…When you told me that you had a soft spot for me."

Tosen's heart leapt to his throat. That night he cherished so much. It seemed like decades now.

"I never lied to you once, Y/N." He said, lowly.

"But you left me out of everything." You shot.

"You know better than anyone that people who betray the Soul Society are exiled! How could I live with myself if you suffered for my decision?!" He cried out.

"You should've let me decide for myself." You said, not backing down.

"And? What path would you have chosen?"

You didn’t have an answer and he turned away from you.

"Forget me. I'm not worth the worry."

"How could I ever forget you?" You said, out of earshot shaking your head as tears rolled down your cheeks.

He made a slicing motion through the air and suddenly the Garganta opened once again.

"Goodbye...Kaname. I'll look at the stars and think of you."

Friends to lovers to strangers.

author’s note: if you read this far thank youuuu 🫡💖 likes reblogs and comments are appreciated 🙏🏽

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[lajulie24]

jaina solo is mary sue

What an interesting assertion to leave in my inbox! Especially because without context it’s not entirely clear whether that’s meant to be a question (do I think Jaina Solo is a Mary Sue?) or a challenge (e.g. “Jaina Solo is a Mary Sue, prove me wrong”).

And, assuming we conclude this statement is true, is that supposed to be a bad thing? If Jaina is a Mary Sue, am I not allowed to like her as a character? Or is she supposed to be my guilty pleasure or something if I do like her? (I don’t really have guilty pleasures, anyway, I prefer just to have pleasures.) I do have lots of thoughts, so thank you in advance, dear Anon, for the ask and the opportunity to share them.

At this point I will freely admit that I have not read a ton of Jaina Solo stuff in Legends. A lot of Wookieepedia articles and fics in which she appears, yes, a lot of the actual books in which she appears, no. I do have a version of the character that I put into my Sequel Trilogy fix-it fic series, but she has some significant differences from her Legends canon counterpart (a couple big ones being that her turned-to-the-Dark-Side brother isn’t her twin, and she’s the younger sister by quite a lot).

However, being around the fandom one does glean some general opinions, so I’ll take a shot at talking about “Jaina Solo is a Mary Sue.” Buckle up, I’m going to be very wordy here.

I really recommend the @thisweekinfandomhistory podcast episode they did on the concept of “the Mary Sue” — it’s a great rundown of where the concept came from, how it evolved over time, how it has affected fanfiction writing as well as mainstream characters in books, TV, and film, and some of the not-so-subtle ways it’s been used to police how we write or how we enjoy femme-presenting characters. The general concept of the Mary Sue is of a (almost always female) character who is sort of a blatant self-insert, where they have all kinds of amazing skills or powers, and are so attractive that everyone is in love with them or wants to be their friend, and they’re friends with all the main characters, and the story sort of starts being about how awesome they are, they saved the day and everyone clapped. The idea is that writing a Mary Sue into your story makes your story terrible and boring and they’re just a flat character who sucks. I think.

So — Jaina Solo. In Legends canon she is:

Strongly connected to main characters we know and love (eldest child and only daughter of Han Solo and Leia Organa and niece of Luke Skywalker)

Extremely strong in the Force and a Jedi with the crazy Skywalker-brand Force lineage

An incredible pilot and very mechanically savvy as well (also probably helped out by the whole extremely-Force-sensitive thing as well as having at least two incredible pilots in the family)

Able to speak Shryiiwook (makes sense given that Chewie is her father’s best friend, has a life debt to her father, and is pretty much part of the family)

Very attractive (some combo of her mother’s and her father’s good looks, probably more so Leia’s)

Everyone is in love with her (there is an ongoing war among various love interests, including Jagged Fel, Zekk, and Kyp Durron, plus Ta’Chume once tried to marry her off to Isolder when his wife (also the mother of Jaina’s close friend Tenel Ka) was still alive and very much still married to him)

Super-special because of her twin bond with Jacen and being the Sword of the Jedi and having the Vong think she was their trickster goddess

Okay, so there could be some ingredients here that point to Mary Sue for Jaina, particularly the “she’s extremely skilled and the best at all these things” and “everyone is fighting over her affections” business. I would argue the fight of Jaina’s love interests is less about Jaina and more about the fact that in the era many of those books were written, apparently the only way they knew to give women conflict was to a) have them fight with other women (this is a problem they gave Leia a lot too) or b) have them worry about which man they should choose. Or the typical back and forth among authors who had competing love interests and wanted theirs to win. (Side note: Jaina and Tenel Ka should have gotten together at least for a while. Or Jaina should have pulled a Kelly Taylor from 90210 and said “I choose me.”)

Here’s the thing about Jaina having mad skills at multiple things, though. As you can see from most of the bullets above, her skills aren’t just out of the blue so someone could make an overpowered self-insert character. There are solid reasons for those skills. And why do we hear so much about her adventures and her skills? Well, the book series in which adolescent/adult Jaina appears are called Young Jedi Knights and The New Jedi Order. If she’s one of the titular Young Jedi Knights, or a member of the New Jedi Order, she’s one of the beings the book is about! And honestly, however you feel about those series, you’re gonna have a bad time if the whole New Jedi Order series is about Jedi who have no skills and always lose and suck.

Hey, you know who else has a lot of skills and is an excellent pilot and does crazy bonkers things with the Force and often comes and saves the day and has lots of love interests in Legends? Luke Skywalker. Is Luke a Mary Sue? (Well, he’s a man. Being a Mary Sue is apparently reserved for women. So I guess not.)

I don’t think Jaina is a Mary Sue, but let’s say she is and go back to my earlier point: so what?

Women are not exactly featured in the Star Wars universe. My girl Leia is a main character, but there are more women dancing for a Hutt in Return of the Jedi than actually have speaking lines in the original trilogy. (The minuscule number of humans of color in the Star Wars universe is a whole other issue, so blatant that SNL once did a skit about it featuring Lando.)

Maybe we get to have a female character who is beautiful and smart, crazy powerful in the Force, a kickass Jedi, an ace pilot with more kills at nineteen than several of the Rogues put together, who brings all the boys to the yard. (And probably plenty of beings of other genders, let’s be real.) Who is Han Solo and Leia Organa’s beloved daughter, Luke Skywalker’s beloved niece, Chewbacca’s beloved family, Jacen and Anakin’s beloved sister, Mara Jade’s beloved niece and Jedi apprentice, friend to many. Who struggles with her identity and her purpose, who grieves, who grapples with the Dark Side, who worries about winning peace for the galaxy but ending up alone in her life. Maybe I want to read about and write her adventures — which could, yes, include which being she ends up with romantically. Maybe I put a little of myself in there, or a lot of myself, or what I’d want to be if I had even half the talents she has and lived in the Star Wars universe.

Maybe we get to have a kickass Organa-Solo daughter with a purple lightsaber, as a treat. And maybe we get to have as many treats as we want.

TL;DR: “jaina solo is a mary sue” 1. No, she isn’t. 2. Maybe she is, and maybe that’s okay. Great, even.

Congratulations if you waded through this whole thing, Anon, and thank you for the very intriguing ask!

#ask lajulie #jaina solo #Star Wars #star wars thoughts #thank you for the ask! #no really this was interesting and fun #are they a mary sue? #no and also so what

[cyxnidx]

Heyaaa~ I hope you're doing great today. I just recently read your works and you instantly became one of my favorite writers 🌻 I'm new here in Tumblr so I don't know if I'm requesting the right way here so you can ignore this if I'm going against the rules. Anyway, may I kindly request an angst/comfort about close friends Itto and gn reader?

Reader was in a dark alley and encountered some creeps who wanted to harass them. The creeps asked if the reader has a partner or someone they like and they said yes. Unbeknownst to the reader's knowledge, Itto was just nearby and ready to jump in the scene but stopped when he heard their friend's answer to the creepy guys. He was confused why he suddenly felt heavy about you liking some possibly another guy and became curious about who is it.

On the other hand, the creepy guys are slowly getting closer to the reader and they said "He's an oni so don't come any closer or you'll regret it!" something like that lmao. The creeps didn't believe it for some reason (either they came from another nation or etc. You can insert your own idea 💓)

I'm sorry if this is a bit long TT_TT coz this scenario is a courtesy of my dream this morning 🙈 I woke up on the last part so I didn't get to know Itto's reaction upon that statement and how it will end. I desperately want a closure 😭 Anyway thank you for your time reading this 🌻 Again if I'm going against some rules you can ignore this 💛

SECRETS TO TELL..?

character pairing: itto x gn!reader

genre: angst -> fluff & comfort

summary: having taken a detour to your home, you run into some interesting treasure hoarders.

a/n: you’re doing it correctly :)) & i took this idea and ran with it..hope i did your dream justice, my love <3 (this came out fairly large..) i also switched a dialogue around slightly. not too much !!

“ha! i’ve won again.” you grinned, watching itto throw his head back in despair. you had quite the winning streak in this game of cards you and itto were playing.

“one more round! i’ll beat you, i swear!” the oni protested, warranting a rematch. you could only chuckle at his eagerness. “i would, but it’s getting late out, itto..” you sighed, picking up your bag and jacket.

you watched as he looked up. it did look pretty dark out. probably already past 8. “you have a point..” he said, standing himself. “perhaps we could play tomorrow?” you suggested, watching a smile perk up on his face at the opportunity to spend his time with you.

it almost made you feel a certain kind of special. almost.

“well that’s that. we’ll meet back up here tomorrow afternoon!” he agreed. the two of you hugged, and he watched as you began walking off to take your usual walk back home.

he couldn’t help but fall further in love with you as your skin and the moon made the most graceful combination. he felt like he was blessed to see such a sight.

it almost made him wish you were his already. he’s not quite ready to confess yet. too early, he’d say.

looking down at the ground to pick up the cards, he realized something — they were yours.

“shit.” he mumbled, picking them up hastily and following where he thinks you went, come to find there was a detour due to the overwhelming population of hilichurls and samachurls.

he would’ve offered to help, but he really wanted to get your cards back. he’d hate for you to come out in the cold again. the detour to your home was a bit sketchy though. a dark alleyway, filled with a bunch of junk.

not only that, but he heard your faint yelling in the distance. disappearing into the darkness, he followed your voice.

once he found you, he saw quite average looking treasure hoarders. the type he’d occasionally see roaming inazuma. however, the event transpiring was anything but average..

listening quietly, he watched the scene go down, careful to be ready to shut the situation down if anything gets out of hand.

“what’s someone like you doing out this late? hmm?” one of the men asked, circling around you.

“trying to get home. now would you please-“ you said, walking to leave them there, though being stopped.

“c’mon. we just wanna talk a bit, yeah? let’s get to know one another.” one of them said, smiling with a false sense of innocence.

“mhmm, have anyone you like? eyes on anybody particular?” another asked, hands on his hips. hesitantly nodding, you decided to simply entertain them until they either got bored of you or left an opening for you to escape.

from the sidelines, itto could feel his heart weighing down on him. he almost felt played, if he hadn’t remembered you were best friends., despite the fact that he always winced internally at that label.

“is that so?” he mused, hands behind his back, the other standing beside you. “he anybody important? or rather, wealthy at all? what’s his life like.” the other pressed.

thinking about it, you could somewhat see through the little plan they had. seeing as though they were treasure hoarders, they most likely planned to rob whoever you described.

with the questions you were asked, it was quite easy to tell. ask anybody about anyone they had eyes on, get them to talk about them a bit and have a general idea of their life or habits. once that’s done, they just have to go look for the matching appearance and do their so-called ‘job’.

you couldn’t help but feel his angsty tone press down on you, pressure growing. what if you’d told too much? would it even be right to answer? thinking about it, itto would be able to handle his own. he’s told you many stories before.

“an oni,” you said briefly. “can i go now?” you asked impatiently. you didn’t feel like fighting, not in this cold.

they shook their heads. “not yet. oni’s don’t exist, don’t you know?” the one on the right sighed. “an urban myth at most.”

you were confused until you realized. the use of oni’s would be in scary stories to tell children, and merely considered child’s play. something used to keep kids from going out late.

however, never exactly recognized as an actual creature, let alone being.

the one on your left chuckled. “I’m sure you’ve already caught onto our plan, or so it seems. so, im only gonna say it once,” he sighed, removing his hands from behind his back. grabbing your arm harshly, he pulled you close to whisper in your ear. “give me a name or you’ll regret it.”

pushing him away, you began running only to be tripped and pulled back. hand wrapping around your throat, you struggled as you were held up. “tell me a name.”

falling down, you choked as you saw the man who was once holding you by your throat on the ground, holding his head.

with itto standing over him, broken bottle shards on the ground. the other man came from behind him, though to little to no avail after being backhanded to the floor as well.

looking back at the man on the ground, he’d passed out from what you’d like to think, a concussion. the next thing you saw was the once aggressive oni meeting you eye-to-eye.

he couldn’t help but give you a silly grin. he could never think to be the least bit of aggressive with you.

“itto?” you asked, confused. when did he get here? how long was he there, and what exactly did he hear?

“heya..” he said shyly, what was once silly turned shy and hesitant in an instant. he held the cards up beside his face. “you..left it.” he told you, sliding them beside you. “so uh..” he began, ready to ask the question he’s been so eager to find an answer to. “i’d like to think..you have somethin’ to tell me?”

the two of you sat silently, not knowing how to communicate at the moment.

one second passed.

two.

three.

squeezing your eyes shut you kissed him quickly and turned from him, sitting criss crossed.

you felt yourself blush once you heard him chuckle silently, only to find arms wrap around you lovingly. “i love you too.”

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[faintedlcve]

Hellllooo,

Omg I really needed more swiftie mutuals <3

Please rant about all things you like, i love rants, gosh we seem to have so many close interests, I am not a writer tho, but I do read, effectively making me a reader which doesn't sound as cool, now that I think about it.

My fav Taylor song at the moment is "Slut!". I cannot get that out of my head. I mean "got lovesick all over my bed", I die a little everytime I hear that.

Fav Olivia song at the moment is logical (kinda like you username aah). I still CANNOT get over "can't take a joke, can't get you off". Like please kill me already.

Fav Sabrina song at the moment is probably "because i liked a boy". (damn who hurt me?)

And fav conan song at the moment, "Lookalike"

Tell me yours?

Nyc.

xx

hiiii

omg thank you thank you thank youuuu <33

okay so i love a lot of things some of them are pretty questionable but I'm questionable literally ask anyone on the discord server so its fine. anywhoo, i love taylor, maisie, gracie, phoebe, alix page, lucy (dacus not myself I'm not THAT narcissistic), olivia hardy (from wasia project) julien, conan, liv, sab (and @loserdiaz but that's a known fact) and so many other people to the point that even i cant keep track. oh and i love laufey, mitski and lyn lapid just bc.

my current fav by wasia project is petals on the moon but ur so pretty especially live from the studio is so gooddd

anywayss, reading is really cool thats how i got into writing (which is the best thing ever ik /hj) i also really really like reading bc it makes me smart and it's super fun

which is your favourite book series?? mine is lockwood and co as if you couldn't already tell by the amount of times I've mentioned it i also really love agggtm series bc why wouldn't it its so good. I'm sure i love so many more book series but my memory sucks (it does not but I'm lazy so I'll use that as an excuse)

anywhooo, i love scream which is weird bc i watched the first one when i was 10 (i know, who let me do that???) and i... liked it? (I'm very questionable i know) but i also tend to rant about it as if its real life (like WHY DID THEY KILL OF *insert name of dead character* IM SO MAD) and not a movie so I'm a bit annoying sometimes but pls don't tell me that otherwise I'll start crying /j

hmm my favourite taylor song atm would be "is it over now?" or "now that we don't talk" bc at the moment i resonate so well with those songs (ikr my life sounds like a nightmare: it is but it isn't really? idk) at yes i totally agree with the "got lovesick all over my bed statement but" also "love thorns all over this rose" and omg "you're not saying you're in love with me, BUT !! YOURE !! GONNA !! DO !!" like who gave taylor the right to be such a mastermind (funny, right? no? okay.) like the entire song, heck the entire album is so GOOD. HER ENTIRE DISCOGRAPHY IS SO GOOD. (this is totally normal fan behaviour btw)

favourite liv song atm is probably lacy but i love all of the songs all the album (and yes logical is soooo good i mean i have to love it otherwise my url is meaningless) but my favourite lyric from the entire album is probably "we both drew blood but man THOSE CUTS were NEVER EQUAL!!" from the grudge (also one of my top 3) bc that hits DEEP. (bc the cuts were deep, i know I'm so funny /j)

favourite sab song atm is prolly cindy lou who / opposite (been there) / a nonsense christmas. i cheated but i simply cant choose one shes too good. also super funny bc cindy lou who and opposite are like sad vibes and then a nonsense christmas i want you to [redacted] and [redacted] me on the couch while we [redacted] presents (sorry i just think I'm so funny when I'm not but dont tell me that i wanna be a stand up comedian no I'm just kidding I'm not a failure. IM JOKING) (also regarding bc i liked a boy, I agree. who hurt you???)

anyways, my favourite conan song atm is prolly the best known option "heather" BUT i also like "the cut that always bleeds" the entire of kid krow tbh

okay i wrote a lot asdxcasdcvafd sorry

alsooo, you didnt ask this but my favourite gracie abrams song atm is "where do we go now?" and "cedar" (you arent mine) bc its such a heartbreaking song especially when you can relate to it. ooh and i also love camden, painkillers, rockland and long sleeves but they're all pretty depressing so if you don't like sad songs they're prolly not for you.

and THANK YOU for this ask this was so fun send me more sometimes <333

#taylor swift #gracie abrams #maisie peters #olivia rodrigo #sabrina carpenter #conan gray #boygenius #phoebe bridgers #lucy dacus #julien baker #alix page #music #moots <3 #luce posts 💌

[afreakingdork]

Miss Dork Miss Dork oh my GOD I've just read Chapter 57 today I think I've officially fallen in love with Reader-san AND Donnie at the same time.

Like, how do you do it?? How do you write a character like that?? How does Reader-san keep rolling nat-20s and say the most quotable thought-provoking character developing things ever?? Chapter by chapter they have proven and continue to prove themselves to be an extremely thoughtful individual with a will that shouldn't be reckoned with and OH. THEM AND DONNIE FIT SO WELL TOGETHER. NO WONDER HE'S SO WHIPPED.

I can see why Donnie is hopelessly in love with them now Reader-san is LITERALLY marriage material. I want to marry someone like them. I can't believe they weren't taken already before Donnie came and swooped them off their feet. Ghkkk.

The line “We’re us. I don’t want that any other way. No changing for one another. We’re us first and foremost" and "Do it. It was never yours anyway because you didn’t name it" in particular. Hh. Okay. I'm normal about these lines in particular. Very normal. In fact, I'd say I'm the most normal ab- WRONG IM GOING INSANE. FIRST LINE?? BANGER. SECOND LINE? ALSO A BANGER. THAT IS THE MOST PERFECT RESPONSE YOU COULD THINK OF TO SOMEONE DOUBTING THEIR IDENTITY AND THEIR RELATION TO THEIR PERSONAS. GOODNESS. BANGER AFTER BANGER LINE FR!!

God everyday I wish I could print your fanfic and kiss each page one by one with utmost tenderness reserved for your beloved. Each chapter is so good aughhhh they're so fucking cool god. Sniff. They're so. Sniffles. They're so cool and well written. They're literally perfect I love them so much. Please oh god I'm so ready to read about them having babies or growing old together I'm gonna DIE WAHHHHH HAH!!!!

OH WAIT HUH OH I MADE ANOTHER LONG RANT AND THIS TIME ITS MORE FERAL UH OH.

Sorry for raving and rambling (again) in your dms Miss Dork I am just,, Experiencing Emotions™. They're all good of course and I am experiencing them in an appropriate amount (lie). Yes.

Okay okay let me compose myself before I make this even longer so I can start my closing statements now: Its so hard to put into words without sounding redundant but I just really really like how you write the Reader!! Lifting your hand and kissing it, like, CHU. I am looking up at you like a doe eyed- well, doe, and also you really are just one hell of a writer Ma'am!! I will never get tired of saying that btw!!

Peace!!

-K.M

KM you are the most delightful mystery in my life at the moment! /aff /pos 💞💞💞

that is to say...

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!

You are seriously the sweetest!!! I had such a blast writing those lines so hearing that you liked them means the world!!

ALSO NO RANT IS TOO LONG!!! WRITE AS MUCH AS YOUR HEART DESIRES AND I WILL READ EVERY BIT!!! YOU ARE A TRUE JOY!

It's so reassuring to hear reader is received well. Obviously they are meant to be a self insert, but at the same time there's no real way to represent everyone and I fret about it quite a bit. I hate alienated people and I want to make it rounded experience, but I also have this story I want to tell.

Just thank you truly, you have no idea how much you mean to me!

ALSO A HAND KISS!!! I'VE ONLY EVER BEEN HAND SMOOCHED ONCE IN MY WHOLE LIFE AND I BARELY RECOVERED!!! It was a Loki cosplayer and they stole my damn heart in one swift move when I complimented their costume! Swoon!!!

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