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admirableadmiranda · 1 year

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I’ve been curious about books that have the characters learning or reacting to the actions or events that occur in their stories. I’m in the process of planning to write one, but have stumbled into a small road block. I’ve read some of your other takes on similar topics and believe that hearing (or reading) it from you might show me the right path to take.

I have no idea if this was previously requested, but what is your take on Madam Yu? How do you view her actions in response to Wang Lingjiao’s demand of Wei Wuxian’s punishment for the events of Xuanwu Cave? What is your opinion on her treatment of Wei Wuxian after Jiang Fengmian brings him back to Lotus Pier?

I understand that one’s opinions, experiences, and values can impact how her actions look, but there are some fics that defend her actions and some that label it as abuse. In the case of calling it abuse I have even encountered several people who call it a western view, where the slightest insult or injury seems most detrimental to a person’s overall ability to function or cope. I didn’t really understand what was being referenced when I read that particular part of the post, but maybe it’s something I have no experience with.

I, of course, have my own opinion on this matter, but I find that sometimes my opinion can be quite flawed. I am in no way able to draw a conclusion on this as I would be deciding on how I present her character based on my opinion rather than what lies written in text. For such a problem I believe that two opinions (or more) might be more trustworthy.

Nothing to apologize for, it just always takes me a bit longer to get to these asks that need an essay to respond. I'd rather take the time to think it through and consider my answer before writing one out.

I have only been asked about Madam Yu once before, I get a lot more asks about her son rather than her. Since you've sent me a really good ask for breaking things down, instead of being sassy or snarky, I'll try to keep as level a head as possible about one of my least favorite characters.

Cut for discussions about abuse, physical, mental and emotional

Yu Ziyuan is one of the most unpleasant characters in all of MXTX's works, completely lacking in redeeming traits and actions that can be defined as anything but abusive. She is the viper in the den, she's the poison of Yunmeng Jiang, she's the person who takes the least responsibility for any of her misery and MXTX never minces words about her.

Her actions in the face of Wang Lingjiao's demands are atrocious and shortsighted, both in that she's very happy to whip Wei Wuxian worse than he can ever recall her doing before getting ready to cut off his hand, only stopping when Wang Lingjiao steps "above her station" as Madam Yu sees it. She does not consider any possible way to handle the situation aside from whatever feeds and hurts her pride, making her an easy target for the Wen to lure her into drawing first blood. The only decent choice she makes is sending Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian out of Lotus Pier when it's clear that there's a battle that Yunmeng Jiang will be on the losing side of, and I literally do mean it's the only decent choice she makes. Not good, just decent.

Her treatment of Wei Wuxian is absolutely atrocious. From constantly slandering both of his parents in the same breath, to trash talking him and constantly insulting him to insult her own children, to straight up whipping him for such transgressions as...being too hot on a hot summer day to be fully dressed. For comparison, Lan Wangji straight up had to commit treason to be whipped and it was a one time event. Wei Wuxian mentions being whipped two to three times at a time and sent to kneel in the ancestral hall for hours until Jiang Fengmian would let him out. He's whipped so often that he just shrugs it off. And he's the only one in Lotus Pier treated like that, the younger disciples tease him for taking all the blows for them.

There is no way that her treatment of him can be justified. She invents the fantasy of Wei Wuxian possibly being Jiang Fengmian's bastard to hurt her husband and children because she is an angry person. She doesn't care who or why or what she says, only that she is forever angry at her life and punishes everyone else for it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Jiang Fengmian taking in an orphan as a disciple. We see that in several other clans that there are people who join without being directly connected to the main family, that the Great Clans are hundreds of people large, possibly even thousands. One child is not an unusual event in the slightest.

I can't say why people want to defend her, why they want to claim her treatment of the children under her care is acceptable. I'm sure some of it is a need to protect themselves from the realization that the behavior of some figure like her in their lives is not okay and they shouldn't have to live with it. That it is abusive to be constantly degraded and insulted, to be constantly shamed for not meeting impossible standards, to be struck for such things as talking out of turn or simply existing when someone is angry. Even in the book itself, Yu Ziyuan stands out from every other parental figure barring her own son in how she treats... well the three of Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian in specific, but in general everyone.

I have friends who are both far more qualified than I am to talk about south and east asian media, but they have kindly told me about shifts in some media, because there's also a shift in cultural mores where the treatment is being put under the lens and people are starting to question the nature of such treatment. MXTX is one of these people, her works clearly do look at abuse and the cycle of abuse as things to be addressed, and the cycle of Yu Ziyuan, Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling lay out the cycles of abuse and chosing to end them really starkly in Modaozushi. There is perhaps much more to be said on the levels of how people also treat those who are ranked lower in society than they are and how this also influences Yu Ziyuan's actions and treatment of everyone, but I think I am perhaps not the right person to do so.

As for the post you are referencing having seen, I have never seen this post myself (and hope to never see it as abuse apologia is never a pleasant thing to read) but I think there's a stark difference between say when Wei Wuxian hits Jin Ling on the shoulder in the Guanyin Temple after they get him away from the garrotte hold that Jin Guangyao has him trapped in, where first he hugs him very tightly before slapping his shoulder and scolding him to "not stand close to dangerous people!" and Yu Ziyuan hitting Wei Wuxian with Zidian for various transgressions that are never specifically laid out nor contain any attempt at helping Wei Wuxian to grow. Her actions contain nothing constructive or useful about them, it is just to let out her anger and cause pain.

I understand your doubt in your own opinion here, especially with some of the 'meta' and 'explanations' floating around in the fanbase, but I hope that I can lay it out clearly enough to remove doubts.

I wouldn't even call Yu Ziyuan an antagonist, she is straight up a villain. She is an abuser and a cancer to her own home. She abuses children, she abuses her husband and MXTX does not exonerate her in the slightest. Her every appearance directly makes the scene worse. The omniscient narrator is very clear that her anger has no sense or rational behind it, that she just gets angry and wants to hurt people. She poisons her son, she poisons her daughter and she tortures Wei Wuxian. She has no redeeming qualities and the fact that both CQL and the donghua decided to add a soft side that she did not have makes me very angry. Her son has far more redeeming traits than she does and it's still only enough to raise him up to antagonist, she is that terrible.

There is literally no positive action that she takes or kind word that she says. Even to the bitter end, she is filled with hatred, the scum of the earth that crawled her way onto the earth up from hell by clinging to the lotuses. Everyone in Lotus Pier would have been better off if she'd either never married in or died before she had time to poison everyone with her anger.

#mdzs #yu ziyuan #wei wuxian #canon jiang cheng #jiang yanli #yunmeng jiang #asks #anon #anon asks #tw abuse #there is no defending her #she is a villain through and through #and her actions are inexcusable

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linagram · 1 year

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[meet the guards!] guard 001 and guard 002: sanada eiji and andou miki

YAY THEY'RE FINALLY HERE! i probably should've made actual references for them instead, but i really wanted this post to feel special in some way, since, you know, they're the guards. also sadly i don't have a lot of time right now because of uni, but maybe i'll be able to make full body references for my ocs soon! also tbh i actually really like how this drawing came out hehe..

and yes, these two come as a set. do not separate them.

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse, unhealthy family dynamics, eiji is supposed to show just how bad past milgram wardens could get, so i hope you're ready for that.

Sanada Eiji's profile.

General info.

Name: Sanada Eiji (真田栄司) (his last name means "true" and "rice field" and his first name means "glory, honor" and "manage, control")

Age: 19 y/o

Gender: Male

Status: Prison guard, "Guard 001" (not official)

Birthday: November 6 (Scorpio)

Height: 167 cm

Blood type: O

Occupation: Unemployed before Milgram, likes to say that being a prison guard is his actual job now.

Personality: Eiji was more than happy to become a Milgram guard and he's very proud of his job. Sure, maybe he's still pretty young, but he truly believes that he's the only person who deserves to judge these prisoners. He was very excited when he found out that he can do pretty much anything he wants with them and that he can use literally anything to torture and punish them for their sins. He's strict, prideful and never goes easy on anyone. If he sees someone misbehaving or he just hears them saying no to him, he will punish them immediately. Interrogations would end with the prisoners crying and screaming, if it wasn't for Miki who is always there to calm him down and stop him when he goes too far. However, it would be wrong to say that Eiji is simply a cruel and cold-hearted sadist, there's actually much more to his personality than just that. He's willing to listen to the prisoner's story if they can prove that they're innocent or they at least can admit that they've done something bad. But considering that most prisoners here, including Eiji's own brother, believe that they've done nothing wrong.. yeah, it will be hard for them to get on Eiji's good side. Also, if you're close with Eiji, you will notice that he actually doesn't enjoy torturing the prisoners that much, but he still believes that they deserve it and there's no other way to deal with them. He's also more soft than he appears, for example, Eiko managed to fluster him and make him blush once and he also makes sure Miki doesn't overwork herself.

MV info.

Which canon Milgram song he would cover: PLEASE IMAGINE HIM AND MIKI SINGING UNDERCOVER TOGETHER. PLEASE

Which DECO*27 song he would cover: .. yeah, he would totally cover Animal. Yeah.

If he could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: Hop! Step! Instant Death! A Happiness Dance Death Trap by Utata-P

His Trailer 1 Voicelines: (also yes, my guard ocs have THOSE voicelines too. so what)

"Why hello there! My name is Sanada Eiji, and starting from today, I'll be judging you for all the horrible crimes you've committed! Oh, you look so scared.. Haha, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you~.. That was a lie."

"STOP! PLEASE, STOP, IT HURTS SO MU- I CAN'T TAKE IT, KEI, STOP, I'M BEGGING YOU!"

Andou Miki's profile.

General info.

Name: Andou Miki (案藤心希) (her last name means "plan, idea" and "wisteria" and her first name means "heart, mind" and "to hope for, to beg for")

Age: 18 y/o

Gender: Female

Status: Prison guard, "Guard 002" (not official)

Birthday: June 2 (Gemini)

Height: 170 cm (yes, she's 3 cm taller than Eiji, haha)

Blood type: A

Occupation: High school student, prison guard (?)

Personality: Miki has no idea why someone like her would be chosen to become a prison guard. She's shy, clumsy and she finds everything about this place too scary. Prisoners often forget that she's a warden as well and tend to call her "Eiji's assistant". And it's kinda true, she's not that good at being a guard, but she's the one who writes down everything that she and Eiji learned about the prisoners after interrogations and watching their MVs and she's also the one who tries to talk to them as calmly as she can, so that they don't feel scared and they can actually talk about their crimes. Sure, a lot of prisoners can't take her seriously, but surprisingly, she often manages to make them trust her enough to reveal some important information about their murders. People like Yurika, Asahi or Shun can't talk to Eiji at all, but they feel much safer around Miki. But of course, Miki definitely has her weaknesses and one of them is her refusing to accept that people can do bad things just because they want to and not because they had no other choice. She genuinely believes that all Milgram prisoners are innocent and she will even come up with tragic backstories for them to make them look more sympathetic. What about her other weakness? Well.. pretty boys. That's it, that's what easily makes her vote some male prisoners innocent.

MV info.

Which canon Milgram song she would cover: Again. Undercover.

Which DECO*27 song she would cover: I know that this song was made for Project Sekai, but listen. Her cover of Journey would sound so cute..

If she could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: Menhera Janai Mon! by Isana

Her Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Ah- H-hello everyone! My name is.. um.. Andou Miki.. I'm 18 years old and I'm a high school student. As you can see, I'm not the best person for this job. I cry a lot, I'm too weak, I get scared easily.. B-but!.. I want to give you all a chance to atone for your sins!"

"Out of all the people in this world.. No matter what horrible things they've done, I'm the one who doesn't deserve to be forgiven."

Trivia:

Just a fun fact: I originally planned to have only one guard OC and that OC was Eiji. But I realized that it wouldn't make much sense for someone like him to vote someone innocent, especially during Trial 1 even if he's controlled by the audience, so I decided to give him a friend :) Also I thought that it would be very interesting to see two guards who have completely different opinions, but they still have to make a choice together.

I got an idea for my first guard OC when i remembered how Jackalope said that "the guard is so naive this time" or something like that in the first voice drama. I immediately went "OHHHHHH 👁️👁️". I really wanted to think about what the past guards could be like and how cruel they could be and that's how Eiji was created!

Yes, Eiji is the one who will punish the guilty prisoners. He's scarier than Kotoko because he's the guard. You literally can't stop him, you can't vote him guilty or anything like that. If you vote someone guilty, that's it, Eiji will take care of them as he said. Not all of his punishments are physical, some of them are more about the prisoners' mental state. For example, Prisoner ??? would get handcuffed to the prisoner they're very scared of and they would be forced to share a cell with that prisoner, if they get voted guilty. What makes it even worse is that the other prisoner actually likes them a lot and wants to become closer with them. And Prisoner ??? would get their own special cell and they would be isolated from the rest of the prisoners and they would never have to leave that cell. Eiji would also force other prisoners to ignore them or even bully them. And all of that happens after they committed their crime because of not getting enough attention (or getting the kind of attention they didn't want)..

You're probably wondering, how the voting would go in this timeline. Like, do Eiji and Miki go to sleep and wake up after the voting is over, just like Es? Nope, they actually have to discuss their opinions before they can finally vote. And because one of them wants to vote everyone guilty meanwhile the other one wants to vote them innocent.. They have to try and convince each other to change their opinion and agree with the other guard. Basically, Miki has to make Eiji vote someone innocent and he has to make her vote someone guilty. When they're done, they vote for that prisoner together and that prisoner gets their final verdict. This explains why some prisoners still get voted innocent in canon even though.. well, Eiji exists. Miki is actually smarter than she looks like and she's capable of making him agree with her.

As mentioned earlier, "Guard 001" and "Guard 002" are not their official titles, that's just something they call themselves sometimes.

No, Eiji and Miki don't even know that Jackalope exists (and fem!Jackalope too, if we're going with the novel timeline)! They don't meet any rabbits and they have to do everything on their own. It doesn't mean that Jackalope doesn't exist in this universe, it just means that Eiji and Miki are most likely simply being watched.

Speaking of Jackalope, since he's the one who cooks for the canon prisoners, but Eiji and Miki don't meet him, Eiji has to do his job because he's better at cooking than Miki. Surprisingly, the food he makes is actually very good and hey, it's not even poisoned! When Miki asked him about it, he said that poisoning all prisoners would be an easy way to punish them, but it would be too boring.

.. I probably don't have to explain why Eiji is covered in bandages now that you've read his voicelines, but still. When you have a sibling who often gets very bad mood swings and who tends to get violent because of them.. it doesn't end well. I won't describe everything Kei did to Eiji, but trust me when I say that even though Miki can convince him to vote other prisoners innocent, he will still vote Kei guilty. He wants his own brother to be executed right in front of him. And no, it's not because of revenge, in fact, he gets offended when Miki mentions that. He just thinks Kei deserves it and not just because of what he did to Eiji, but also because of what he did to other people.

Because some of Eiji's injuries are still not fully healed even though so many years have passed, it's actually very hard for him to walk and even move. He refuses to get any help because he's afraid he won't look as intimidating as he wants, but eventually he gives up and allows Miki to carry him when he feels too tired. And yes, Miki is actually very strong.

Both of them eventually get their character development: Eiji agrees to vote some prisoners innocent, if Miki can prove that they really deserve forgiveness, meanwhile Miki becomes more confident and refuses to go along with everything Eiji says because she's also a prison guard and not just his assistant as everybody thinks. She's also a guard, so she has a right to have her own opinion and she doesn't have to nod and go "Yes, you're right, Eiji-san!.." every time he says something.

Some prisoners assumed they were a couple at first, but these two eventually start to view each other as siblings. Eiji gets a cute little sister he never had and Miki gets a reliable older brother who can be a bit too much sometimes, but still has good intentions. Their relationship is surprisingly wholesome when you forget about the whole voting thing, because Eiji teaches Miki to be more confident and he wants her to stop being a doormat, and Miki wants Eiji to know that forgiving people for what they've done to him doesn't necessarily mean forgetting about their sins and saying that they're not a big deal. He can just let those people go.

Both of them remember their past, unlike Es, but they don't know why they're here. And speaking of family-like dynamics, Eiji and Miki suspect that they were chosen as guards because they have some kind of connection to the prisoners here. Not all of them, but only two of them. Eiji obviously has to judge his own brother, but what about Miki? She remembers her past very clearly, but she has no idea who she's connected to..

#YES ALL CHARACTERS ARE FINALLY HERE #how are we feeling about these two. how are we feeling #remember when you vote you have a chance to help your favorite guard win <3 /hj #also both sanada brothers getting the horniest deco*27 songs is so funny to me.#sorry guys no jackalope in this timeline 😔 i love him i swear he's just like me fr i also want to be a bunny and i like pretty girls #and yes their hair accessories are supposed to represent their opinions about the prisoners!#🗡️guard 001: sanada eiji 🗡️#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼#milgram #milgram project #milgram oc

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pluto-glow · 1 year

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Hey! You don't have to if you don't want to and all that but you should talk about your rvb fix-it au more! It seems interesting!

This ask made me so happy you have no idea

Rambles under the cut

Plot wise the au’s pretty close to canon

There’s just a lot more AI’s and freelancers

Like in season 15 when Locus saves Wash and Carolina from Temple, Wash and Carolina aren’t the only Freelancers in there who are still alive. Instead of dragging out 2 Freelancers Locus has to drag out 5. Luckily Maryland with her rations are there so they all get to fuel up a little, but Wash isn’t the only loopy one.

Oh and Maine lives since he got Theta and never became the Meta. Like I mentioned in that original post about it Maine's a lot happier in this au with Theta's help. Theta and Maine really help eachother and it's so sweet and probably my favourite Freelancer and AI pair from this au.

Georgia and Florida both also got AI's, Georgia got Xi who represents greed, and Florida got Psi who represents pride. You'd think that since Xi was greed he'd make Georgia do stuff like steal stuff but no, Xi just made Georgia into a bit of a show off. The 2 of them really tried a lot to impress people and to make people think they're cool. Georgia did end up into space in that whole accident with the jet pack, but Xi was able to help keep him alive until PF could pick him up again. But he still missed a while, including when Wash got there, so the "you don't want what happened to Georgia to happen to you" jokes still happened, even when Georgia got back. I've been going back and forth between what Psi's like and how he affects Florida so I'll save talking about those 2 for another time.

A concept that my partner came up with that I think is so genius is that CT got Lambda, who represents loyalty. CT agreed to get an AI implanted so she could easily take an AI with her when she left. The Director had heard of a rumor that there might have been a mole in PF, the Counselor believed that CT was one of the more likely people to be the mole if there was one, so they figured that Lambda would make CT rethink that and become loyal to PF again. It didn't work and CT still left, but Lambda made it harder for CT to leave.

Man I need to draw more of these guys. I did a doodle of a Temple/Tau concept a while back but there's some scenes I wanna draw out and maybe make into comics sometime (I'm kinda shit at comics tho so- /lh nav)

#rvb #rvb au #rvb ai swap au #< that's the tag 'm using for now #rvb freelancers #powdery rambles #powdery writing

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strixcattus · 7 months

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Just for the purposes of getting my thoughts together I may as well try to compile a list of all the fics with at least a chance of getting written.

Currently Posting:

Colliding Trains of Plot (Demon Slayer AU/canon divergence), AKA that one weird role-reversal fic. Covers the Mugen Train arc and has a lot more to it that's planned, but not yet written.

Currently Writing:

I Lied When I Said I Would See You Again (Demon Slayer AU), an AU set in the Puella Magi Madoka Magica setting. It's fluff, I swear! It's had a set number of chapters from the start, and there are only a couple chapters left to go before I can get on the edit-and-post train. I also want to draw designs for the main characters of the AU, so you'll know when I'm close to posting the fic because I'll post a bunch of spoiler-censored designs on tumblr.

Sequels to Posted Fics:

The Definition of Family (Demon Slayer AU) is not a stand-alone oneshot! I've got plans in the works for a few other oneshots set in the same universe, each one focusing on different characters. Hard to say exactly which ones will be written and posted when, but once I'm free to work on more projects I feel like these might end up high on my list.

What Could Have Been (Demon Slayer AU), the sequel to CToP. This one covers the Entertainment District arc alongside an equivalent but very different arc from the alternate universe. I'm not as stoked for this one as I am for some of the others, but I am excited for what'll come after it.

Partially Written, Cut Off, On the Back-Burner:

A Hollow's Guide to Vampire Slaying (Bleach canon divergence): A canon-diverging retelling of the Bount arc in a world where Ichigo goes AWOL inside his own inner world and leaves his hollow to fill in. Cares not for any later-revealed canon.

Confronting the Impostor (SpyxFamily): On a mission, Loid ends up needing to impersonate an SSS officer and, perhaps thinking it would be easiest to disguise himself as someone he knows, takes on the persona of his brother-in-law. It doesn't seem like such a great idea after they meet.

Welcome Back to White Space (We've Missed You, Dreamer) (OMORI post-canon) has been living in my untouched tabs since last year and is easily the longest unfinished fic I've got. A world that's existed for four years, with inhabitants that are real enough to have minds of their own, does not go quietly—or indeed at all, if there is someone willing to sustain it. And Omori is very much willing to sustain his world in order to keep his friends alive, even if he needs to enlist Sunny's help in order to return them from Black Space.

Pride Cometh Before a Fall (Fullmetal Alchemist canon divergence) is set in a timeline where Edward Elric is in reality the homunculus Pride. Fortunately, his time living with (spying on) Hohenheim's family has warmed him up to humanity, and he's very willing to turn on his father in order to preserve it.

Completely Unwritten, but Interesting:

The Eight Wonders of Kimetsu Academy (Demon Slayer AU, title not final) is, in a similar vein to ILWISIWSYA, a shorter long-fic with a set number of chapters. Also similar to my current project, it's focused on familial fluff, in a sort of "the real treasure was the family bonds we found along the way" way. Loosely inspired by Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun. Loosely.

On Second Thought, Do Panic (Bleach AU) is, essentially, Bleach IN SPACE!. Crash-landed galactic peacekeeper Rukia Kuchiki strong-arms ordinary human Ichigo Kurosaki into helping her repair her spaceship, fight back against the alien hordes invading Earth, and return to her home on the Seireitei space station—until they crash along the way and Rukia is taken home for imprisonment while Ichigo is left to die (or be rescued by an acquaintance who's not quite an Earthling himself, but that part comes later).

Three May Be a Crowd, but Four is Just Ridiculous (Bleach canon divergence): This is the story of what happens when Uryu dies post-Winter War. Don't worry, this is a happy story. This is a story of Uryu being found in the Rukon by a clone of himself and promptly invited on a zany road trip with the goal of killing Kurotsuchi. It's also the story of far too many people deciding to clone Uryu. I'm sure nothing bad will come of that.

It's Simple, It's Easy, and It's Free (Bleach post-"canon") won't be written any time soon. This is because it's going to be posted in comic form, and I have to learn a lot more about art before committing to anything of the sort (to say nothing of the fact that I'd need to have seen a lot more of TYBW to actually write it). Included here for completeness.

Not Pictured:

This isn't a complete list—I have a couple of partially-written fics that I'm just not interested in working on at this point in time, and a whole lot more of ideas that won't come to light until I've cleared up more of the fics I'm most interested in (including time-travel fics for Demon Slayer, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Bleach; a couple of OMORI fics; a Fullmetal Alchemist haunted house AU; and a fic for Angel Beats, of all things, that I won't be picking up again until I have somewhere I can watch the anime)

#fanfiction #writing #to be honest the ones I'm most excited about are maybe 3MBaC and WB2WS #but it's not as though I might not write literally anything on this list at the drop of a hat #or rather at the drop of I Lied #honestly if anyone from ao3 sees this and has an opinion #if someone looks at an account which has written only for Demon Slayer posted only about Bleach and has an OMORI profile picture #and says “hm yes I want to see FMA content from her”#I very well might drop everything and switch to Pride Cometh on the spot #or at least. after I'm done with I Lied #I am NOT KIDDING when I say it WILL be finished #no matter HOW LONG it takes

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old-poptart · 2 years

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Hello hello! The name's Ooga, it's lovely seeing you on my page! I'm a writer, artist, and animator in the making! I will possibly post some of my own artworks and writings, and if i can find the time to do so-- requests! Whether they be art, one shots, head cannons, or just a simple hello!

Some stuff to know about me~

I'm hispanic! Mexican to be exact, english isn't my first language so I apologize for any mistakes-

I go by she/her pronouns and unlabeled! (happy pride month)

Probably one of the biggest simps you'll know

I'm pretty funny fr

In @under-the-cherrytree 's words, "CHERRY RECOMMENDS OOGA'S WRITING"

I'm pretty much juggling an entire circus at the moment, so my sincerest apologies when i have a boo boo posting schedule

Hyper fixations at the moment~

Animaniacs

FNAF Security Breach (or any FNAF game)

TBHK

BATIM/BATDR

anything sonic related

If/when I do writing requests, here's the rules~!

I'll do fluff, angst, crack, etc EXCEPT for anything above some suggestive teasing/jokes, I'm personally not educated enough on the topic and I am a minor- plus it makes me very uncomfortable

I'll most likely not do anything religiously related, but I'll privately answer your request if you wanted to

I'll do up to 5 characters per request, and no character x character

please specify your gender or pronouns! if not I'll have to put the reader as gender neutral

Basic rules~!

please credit me if you do repost my work! it infuriates me when ppl don’t credit when reposting, especially my friends' works or a piece of work that was hard to complete

please be descriptive in your requests! i wanna know (almost) exactly what you want from me so i don't have to make something up and it not being what you wanted

i do have the right to refuse a request if it doesn't follow my rules or if you're being a jerk about it

please don't argue in the comments, that's just childish. if you want to prove your point, maturely do so in the user's DMs

If/when I do art requests, here are the rules~!

don't request animations please, I'm still learning and it takes me a stupidly long time to complete a single animation. I'll possibly post my own animations that I've been working on but that's about it

PG-13 is the most intense level I'll get on a drawing, whether it be gore, suggestive themes, or real life topics

I'll give out art tips if you need any! and please comment if it does help you! if it doesn't, my DMs are open for further explaining

the art that i will do will be both digital and traditional, so please type which one you prefer!

if you want it colored, it would have to be digital since I'm too broke to afford colored art supplies (at the moment)

no more than 6 characters in a drawing

i can do a minimal amount of religion (ex. angel like design, demon traits)

i won't do any demonic signs (ex pentagram, hand signs)

Masterlists~:

TBHK

ANIMANIACS

FNAF Security Breach

Any other FNAF game

My Dress Up Darling

Spy x Family

Poppy Playtime

BATIM/BATDR

anything sonic related

That's about it! I'll see y'all in my requests, bye! <3

#introduction #first post #help lmao

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buns-and-butter · 4 months

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Hiya lovelies !

So this is actually an alt account, a place where I can go completely feral.. My main is @toastyliltoasts41 and I mostly write for a fandom called Foolish Crew (Socksfor1, Fatmemegod, Blazaplays, Tbhonest, Joocie and etc)..

But on this account, I plan to be posting fanfictions about Wilbur Soot, Quackity and whatever really comes to my mind..

Maybe even BBC Merlin, Who knows ? (Mainly since these three fandoms, considering Wilbur and Quackity as one 'mcyt' fandom, are my absolute life)

So, without further ado, lets establish some boundaries.. (Pls dont come after me for this being cringe lmao since I dont have this sorta thing even for my main account lol)

• NSFW accounts, Please dni

As Im still a minor and Im still not comfortable with anything that's not SFW.. Its also kinda creepy to interact with one so, no..

• No racism, homophobia or hate to anyone at all..

It's strictly prohibited and will not be tolerated in any shape or form.. That also includes requests btw

• No creepy or personal questions please

Like the NSFW one but mostly about my personal life.. I write on here to not only express myself but to calm myself down in a way.. And receiving questions about myself, that are clearly not anyones business, is not the way anyone'll have a peaceful time on here, my friend.. Im talking about questions like "What's your IRL name" or "Where do you come from".. It just creeps me out a bit so please refrain from that.. You're always welcome to simply ask about where the boundary-line is, though, I'd be happy to talk about it and anything that doesnt cross it..

Maybe there's more to be added but lets skip to the okay/good parts now..

• Requests

Please I fucking love requests and even the smallest of interactions make me do the Tubbo 'Yipee'..

• Talk to me !

If anything is bothering you at all, you can always (if you're comfortable) talk to me about it.. Whether it was just a bad day or you're in a bad situation in life, you're absolutely welcome with open arms to have a chat..

• FANAAAART

Please, I BEG of you, never be ashamed to show anyone your art.. Im a pretty shit artist myself and I love drawing silly things but just straight out fanart hypes me up to write more about those characters.. It just shows me that these cool fanarts are literally the ones Im writing about so its basically like pride (?)

• Heavy topics ?

Im absolutely fine with violence, gore and dark topics sneaking its way into my fanfics.. Even alcohol is fine to a limit ! (As long as its nothing serious and these above topics are not inflicted gruesome-ly or a bit too much by characters in my story as it'll give the actual characters themselves a bad reputation)

• Pronouns

Im a female myself but I'll mostly use they/them in my stories to make in gender neutral.. Heads up if you wanted to make an amab request, Im genuinely sorry but I wont write in anything other than she/her or they/them pronouns.. Im concerned that I'll end up offending someone since I dont really know much about the community.. So, unless you hint at it or request me to use she/her pronouns, I will only be writing as they/them

Maybe I'll add a bit more when I remember lmao-

Anyway, Here's a bit about who I am and what I'll write about:

My online name is Sophie, although Im thinking about changing it, so you can just adress me as Soph.. I go by she/her and, as I already established before lmao, Im a minor.. My life's burning down to the ashes of hell (lol ik Im dramatic, bear with me) most of the time so I wrote stories, and read other's, as a coping mechanism.. I will most likely not see your dm's/requests for a few hours, or even days, or Ill do the complete opposite and reply to them within minutes lmao.. I still have my own studies to complete so I dont think I'll write requests the very same day, Im not sure myself..

I take almost all requests other than smut..

Angst

Fluff

Romantic

Platonic

AU's

You name it man..

Aaaaaanyway, Here's who I'll write for:

~ C!Wilbur (Every bursona too, I am just infatuated with them)

~ C!Quackity (Yes, absolutely but as long as it doesnt cross any of his boundaries)

~ C!Karl Jacobs

~ C!Ranboo

~ C!Tubbo

[As mentioned above, as long as these are within their boundaries and consent]

and on a different fandom:

~ Merlin (MERLIN MY BELOVED)

~ Arthur Pendragon

~ Lancelot cuz yes (But Im not very motivated to write for him)

~ Maybe some platonic with Morgana (BECAUSE SHE'S NOT EVIL, SCREW YOU DIRECTOR) and Gwen

So this is mostly it for now, Ill update this whenever I remember lol.. Bye bye for now !

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elecman108 · 4 months

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It's nearly the end of 2023, and... Hey, a lot has happened. I'll put most of it under the read more because there's a LOT to unpack this year, and if you're here to see the original posts for most of this art... surprise! Some of it was never posted! So no links will be provided to balance it out. All of my art is under the same tag though of "#drawings by me" so feel free to leaf through that on your own time.

To summarize the year, I learned (at the end of the year) that my temporary boss was overworking me for most of the year she was working there (yikes, but hey, I did agree to it and was able to... we'll say "keep up with the chaos" to keep it simple) but my permanent boss is, naturally, 1000% better. The side effect is... instead of December being a low month for drawing due to it being the busy month, almost every month is!

The new year should be better. I hope. On to the month summaries!

JANUARY - New D&D character refs made, Lixori as a rabbit (pictured). I didn't draw that much in january, but I claimed big ambitions of drawing more bunny girls. Sadly... I did not. Next year I'll sneak a few in here and there to make up for it - I do love drawing bunny girls (and guys especially) lol. Other than that... Year of the rabbit! Woo?

FEBRUARY - I... only drew this one image of perspective/mirrors practise with Irina and Axel. February was not busy. I was just really burnt out from the holiday season. It was... rough. Home life wasn't great, and I couldn't do much about escaping the frustrations during February anyway.

MARCH - The Existential Dread set in (pictured), my April Fools Day art, and a sketch dump. Yep! I drew my April Fools Day art in March! And early March at that! This month I had planned to take a vacation week riiiiight at the end of the month, but it got pushed back because the "new" staff member I was supposed to train didn't start until the end of the month. We'll get back to that.

APRIL - Sketches. The lineart pictured was never posted, but I cleaned it later (I think in... July or June?) but the sketch was dated back in April. Remember that vacation week that got pushed back to April? It's not riiiight after the first full week in May. Why? Because the staff member didn't know shit and needed more training. Fun fact: there's more to that story coming up.

MAY - Happy Birthday to me! I got my vacation (finally), and used the week to draw more D&D idiots before returning to work and... the "new" staff member ended up making a royal mess of things on my week off. She did not remain for much longer after that. Apparently she talks fondly about working for us, but by god, I have grey hairs. But this isn't a rant post, this is art! I... did NOT do much else in May. Not even a birthday art! For SHAME past me!! Although this month did give me an awesome new coworker (bless!) to replace a previous awesome coworker who moved back to their home city. We're both nerds. It's so funny.

JUNE - That Colour Wheel Meme from Twitter (pictured) and one half-assed drawing of Blaze in front of the pride month fire engine are all I have to show for this month, alongside cleaning up more sketches from back in April. My actual boss had returned and thank GOD. We - as in me, my nerd coworker, and our other coworker - are glad to have our boss back. She's fantastic. This month went by pretty well. But welcome to July, dumbass! It gets worse!

JULY - I forgot to do digital art this month. Why? Because all of my out-of-work time was spent working on doing Card Making craft packages for the clients. Sure, I loved doing it, but it was a LOT of work for not a lot of payoff. To be fair, I offered to cover the weekly groups for our volunteer who had been doing it up to that point before her two month vacation, so... hey! It's just for those two months, right?

AUGUST - Welcome to Burnout 2 (electric boogaloo), but I managed to fight it off by getting back into FNAF towards the end of July. Something about horror games really gets my brain in the good zone I want it to be in. This month I drew Eclipse (once) because of Ruin, this wonderful first draft of how I wanted my AU!Foxy to look, and then... I started work in on my FNAF Full Body Refs. Same as my D&D ones, only for my FNAF characters! I have the same refs for all my other OCs, may as well.

SEPTEMBER - If I told you I was only drawing FNAF and FNAF-related stuff this month, would you believe me? Because I did! I did the main characters for the portion of my FNAF!AU that I had figured out (SB and Ruin with a few extras from past games to fill out the roster), but other than that... Nope! Nothing else! I'm still redoing some of the old ones from back in September. My first batch of them (minus Bonnie, dunno what I was smoking when I made Bonnie bc he looks AWESOME) were a bit rough, so... New year problem for me.

OCTOBER - I did only one drawing and that was putting costumes on my full body references of the FNAF!AU guys! Whoops! I considered posting each character and info about them per day in October, but I just... didn't? Dunno why though, maybe I was just peanut-brained.

NOVEMBER - More FNAF! This time, the lineart/sketches I was doing on the side were all of my OCs, and the odd one was FNAF. Didn't post shit until the very end of the month though, mostly because I forgot to post essentially anything. Whoopsie!

DECEMBER - Yeah I've finished some of my sketches from November (and April), and have more to come. I'm redoing some of the FNAF Refs, and planning maybe in the new year to queue up posts for a while with info about each dude to sort of give insight into my AU to some degree... or... not make such grandiose plans.

Either way, my work schedule is destined to be much more normal come January, and I hope to be able to set aside a day or something to draw every week, because I love it so much. It's been a rough year! Thankfully didn't get Covid this year, but y'know... Maybe next year I'll get sick and be forced to take time off or something so that I can draw more.

Regardless, I'm typing this post up while now 6 minutes left to me leaving for work, so no proofreading for me! Any typos will remain forever.

Catch y'all later! You might see a new years' post from me, or one between now and 2024, but... don't bank on it.

For those of you who made it all the way down to the end of the post... Poke a poll or something. I've never done this feature so here's to figuring it out.

#the disappointment speaks #drawings by me #a day in the life of the disappointment #tumblr woes #life woes #with 3 mins to go I am good! hit post kronk!

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bonnymori · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

#itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 years

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¤~°Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?!°~¤ Finale!

Previously...

Before the door closed, (Y/N) asks them something. "Can I please have something to eat? I haven't ate in a few hours."

Present Time.

It was now close to night after all the arguing of students had disbursed. Finally all agreed with Crowley and his raffle idea on who the grooms should be.

Once all of the participants names were in the Headmasters hat. He shakes his hat around a few times and stops. Carefully pulling out a name a few names. Crowley coughs and clears his throat. The crow announced the lucky four grooms for operation "Lovely Bride To Never Be".

"Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier, Riddle Rosehearts and Ace Trappola!" Headmaster Crowley yells over the quiet teens. Gasps and groans filled Sam's shop. Yet no know decided to go against their headmasters choice. Grim doesn't even bother to question why the crow had choose them.

The four grooms step in front of their peers as Crowley starts talk with Sam. Not seeing the jealous eyes directed at his winners. To which they gave calm or smug expression. (*Cough* Epel and Ace, *Cough*.)

So the headmaster buys the items they needed for the operation. Not knowing that nightfall was closing in. "Considering that the time we have left until the wedding, this is our last chance. If this plan fails.. (Y/N) will lose her life!"

The four chosen teens gulp at the thought. The kind hearted prefect will die they do not succeed. They will not let that happen! "Since the ghost groom is in a suite. You shall also wear formal attire, or act like a prince, if you don't you will be not seen as a challenger."

Crowley gives the four grooms the things they needed. All the while Ortho had hacked into the security cameras to show to his peers. Standing outside, the students that weren't excepted all crowed around to see the footage. Once the boys are done changing. Stuck in formal wear, handsome as ever.

Their peers, friends, gave compliments and snide remarks. Cater takes a couple of photos and posts it on his Magicam. Tagging it, #Ghost groom, #Saving (Y/N) from Ghost groom and #Tuxedos! "The wedding ceremony is approaching now, the servant ghosts must be on high alert. Please be ready when the time comes!"

The four grooms nod. "No problem. I'll prove I'm the most suitable person to become the groom!" Riddle said with determination in his eyes and voice. "Oui, me as well."

"I'll reach out to her with words of love if my sincerity gets to her, then she will understand my feelings." Rook remarks with spark in his green eyes too. Epel joins in too with his seniors. "I'll save and catch her heart!" Ace agrees along with them, "yeah! Let's succeed in this plan in a instant!"

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It was now night time and the three grooms had arrived to the gates of NRC. "Epel is late, it's already time to go..." Riddle said with uncertainty in his tone. "Did he get cold feet or something?" Ace asked to the two seniors.

"Non, non. Monsieur Crabapple would never wimp out, especially if it's for Madamonsieur (Y/N) of all people." Rook smiles without a care. "He'll be here soon..." "GUYS!!" It seems the fourth groom has arrived. "What took you so long.. Long."

Ace snark words die in his mouth before they could even come out. Grim, (who had decided to come with the grooms,) eyes widen at how fast Epel was coming towards them. The loud gallops of a horse draw near and nearer. "Sorry about the wait!" Epel says as he looks down at Ace and his seniors.

"It took me longer than I thought to get ready." His steed neighs after his words. Ace looks at Epel with astonishment and confusion. "Why are you on a horse exactly!!?!" Epel returns Ace confusion, "eh, why, because... Isn't prince charming supposed to make his entrance riding a horse. Right?"

"Do prince's even still do that!?" Ace turns to his seniors, "dorm head, Rook, you agree right!?" Rook was strangely quiet as he addressed his dormmate. "Epel... Your initiative, critical thinking, determination and preparation are astounding and very très bein!!" Rook applauded at Epel's effort.

Riddle could agree with his fellow senior. "You're even riding the most ornery horse in the equestrian club." The redhead pointed out with pride. "They're listening to you very well, you'be got a Mack for handling horses." Epel bashfully smiles at their praise, thmaking the two.

Ace interrupts the three by asking how they were gonna get inside. The Heartslabyul dorm leader tells him to quit his whining as Rook tells them that the wedding was starting in three hours. "How did I end up in the wrong?!" Ace asked, mostly to himself. "Ok.. Let's go! OPEN UP!" Epel yells.

One of the guard ghosts had heard the racket and sees the four, plus the horse and Grim. "Good evening, we've come here to win the beautiful brides hand in marriage." Rook said to the ghost. "Suitors and challengers, huh.. His highness will not be pleased to know of this, and so close to the wedding as well... I shall not let you through! Take your leave!"

Epel smirks, "are you sure? You're going to regret turning us away." The lavender haired boy chides. "What? You seem very confident." The gaurd sighs at the persistent suitors. "... Fine, I'll be the judge."

"Pretend I'm his highness bride and show me how you plan to propose! I will let you through the gate if you prove your feelings are ture." The ghosts remarks, waiting for one of the suitors to propose. "Guess we gotta do what he says if we wanna get through the door." Ace said with clear unpleasantness.

"... *Ahem!* Please allow me to go first!" Epel said with a hint of timidness in him. "Go ahead, show me your heartfelt proposal!" The ghost replys back. Epel starts to speak. "I will... Make her the happiest bride ever."

"Because whenever the person I love is in trouble. I'll come to their rescue, like a knight in shinging armor! Whatever happens along the way, I'll get (Y/N) through it all- er! I mean YOU through it all. Just like you had done for me! I will be the one to protect you from all harm."

"So, I am asking for your hand! I implore you. Please marry me!" Epel said with such emotion. Not knowing of the cameras that had captured all of it. Nor would any of the others know when it came to their time to propose.

The guard ghosts eyes widen, "your expression is totally serious... And you're even on a white horse! Like a true prince!!" Ace sighs, "the horse.. So I really was wrong?" The ghosts asked if Ace was a servant to Epel, Ace said no.

"Oh, so you're a suitor? Very well. Let's see how you'd propose." Ace gave a cheeky grin as he starts. "If you marry me, there's no doubt in everyday will be filled with fun."

Ace words grow softer as he continues, his eyes turn a bit nostalgic. "There might be times we argue or fight but... I'll always be the one to apologize. I'll be by your side through thick and thin and always work to make you smile."

"That makes me the best for the princess. So... Don't lay your eyes on anyone else, please marry me!" The ghost nods after Ace had finished. "Your desire to make your partner happy is bright as day! You're the real deal." The ghost then apologized to Ace for mistaken him as a servant.

"That was a decent proposal." Riddle said with a coy smile with amusement. "Hey, could you knock it off with that reaction? I'm just saying my lines!" Riddle's face doesn't change in the slightest.

"You say that but I'm sure that you put real thought into it." Grim goes along with Riddles teasing. "Nyahaha, Ace is trying to act all cool, y'know." The furrbal laughs at Ace, "shut up!" Riddle's teasing look turns into a confident one, "it was just like you Ace, but unfortunately, the princess is going to choose me!"

The soldier ghost points at Riddle. "Alright, you're up next. Show me your moves!" Riddle complied as he began his proposal. "I vow to be honest and sincere!"

"I promise to never hurt the person I love. If it's for my princess, I'll put everything on the line. I humbly request... Won't you choose me as your groom?" The ghost was speechless, uttering a "oh's" and "oh my".

"You seem so reliable and gallant... Even my heart is all a flutter." The ghost said in awe at the red headed groom. "Yeah it was so cool, Senior Roseheart..!" Ace agrees with his tuxedo buddy, "dorm leader got game too, huh?"

Riddle goes very quiet after his turn. "... Th-*ahem* that is enough out of all you all." The Roseheart male turns his head away so none of the group could see his pink cheeks. "The three of you were marvelous. It's my turn next." Rook spoke up as ghost gave him a look.

"The bar's been raised pretty high. A half-hearted proposal isn't going to cut it all!" The ghost declared to Rook, who just smiled and nodded. "You are truly beautiful, please allow me serve you for evermore. May I present a poem of all my feelings for you who has been watched under my eyes for months..."

"I wish to bring warmth to your cheeks, my dear. Long have your eyes only shed lonely tears. Oh, can they even see the happiness you bring to me and others around you. Vibrant is the live blooming in our rendezvous. Ever so gently, let me take your face to rest upon my hands. Under my care, may your lovely (e/c) eyes gaze ever sparkle with hope and romance."

"Woah.." The two first years said in sync, with awe and disgust. Riddle reviewed Rooks oddly embarrassing poem in his head. "Hold on! Read his poem vertically!"

Riddle explained that Rooks poem spelled. I LOVE U.

Rook congratulates Riddle on figuring it out. The ghost was surprised at the last suitor. Telling them they were very interesting challengers for his prince. The a pair of unfamiliar eyes watched them up above. Elias called his guards to go outside to the gates.

"The bride must have her friends here as well!"

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(Y/N) tries her best to keep calm as she stuffed her face with cake. Taking off one of her gloves, she used it to smear off some of the crumbs off her cheek as a napkin. She puts her glove back on and stabs her fork in a glop of frosting. "*Ahem*!" A cough rings out in her "changing room.

The (h/c)-nette looks up from her food to see the ghost nanny. "My dear lady, it's time to go the wedding hall." Nanny ghost said happily. (Y/N) nods, bringing her herself to stand. Patting down her outfit to make sure crumbs weren't stuck to it.

The nanny ghost fixes her tiara and takes her arm into his. He smiles at her gently, like a grandfather giving his daughter her first pat on the head. The two walk out of the room in arm and arm. Heading to the cafeteria or the "alter". He then lets go of her before she walked down the aisle, flying off to one of the seats.

The "bride" walks over to the alter, but her "groom" was nowhere in sight. (Y/N) shifts in her place awkwardly as the ghosts chatter. She shifts around her bouquet and looks at the flowers. Stephanotis, Peony, Rose, and Lilly's. Her mind tires to remember the meanings, but her thoughts were interrupted when the ghost prince floats in.

The guest grow silent as music starts to play in the background. Elias smiled widely as his little ghost pals fly around him. "I'm so sorry my dear princess, I hadn't noticed the time." Elias said sadly as little tears well up in his eyes. (Y/N), feeling bad for him even though in her odd circumstances, told him it was all good.

"Oh! I forgot to mention, your friends are on their way here. You didn't tell me you were bringing your guests as well?" Elias tells her with innocent confusion. (Y/N) felt sweat drip off her back as guilt and happiness wash over her.

"They're comin-!" Her sentences wasn't even finished yet before her friends arrived. Riddle, Ace, Rook and Epel all wore nice suits while Grim was being held by a ghost soldier! Her friends were bound in ropes as they tried to get out of them. "Release us!"

Riddle demand with anger, "watch your tongue!" A soldier shouted at the hot-temperted red head. "Guys!" The "bride" yells in fear. The group looks at (Y/N) and are all stunned by her appearance.

She wore beautiful wedding attire, but the look on her face did not gleam like her outfit. "Why are they-!" "They were causing a ruckus, saying they were here to challenge me for your hand. But I decided not to hurt them, they are your friends after all. Think of it as a wedding present!"

The room goes quiet after the prince spoke. (Y/N) stares at her friends faces and her eyes slightly light up. She gives a sad smile and bows at them. Mouthing a few silent words to them. They stare at her with fear, but keep quiet.

"Now let's start!" The ghost groom announced as the priest ghosts starts to talk. "Do you, Prince Elias. Take this young woman as your wife and be with her for all eternity." "I do!"

The preist smiled at the boys eagerness. "And you my dear lady, do you take him as your husband for all eternity?" (Y/N) takes a glance at her bouquet of flowers and smiled softly. "I don't.." Gasps of shocks fill the air.

"Wha- but why?!" Elias cried out, as (Y/N) friend's cheered. The (h/c)-nette takes in a breath before releasing a sigh. "Prince Elias... You are a good soul, a sweet one. You put on a brave face for your subjects and friends so they could be happy."

"But you aren't, your just putting your ideals on me so you could finally find your happily ever after. Elias, you need to understand. I'm not your true love. You don't even know me, I don't even think you know why I am even here in Twisted Wonderland." (Y/N) says sadly, taking the princes hand in her's.

"I'm sorry about what you've been through. Though you need to see that you have to stop searching for someone who is your "ideal" cause I'm not a princess!" (Y/N) chuckles bitterly. "There is more to somebody than how they seem to be."

"I... I never meant... I just.." Elias tried to form words, though he couldn't. "I was never able to get a "happily ever after" when I was alive.. I wanted to find my princess and have a future with her. Yet that was stolen away from me, now I'm stealing you away from yours." Elias cried, his blue eyes closing.

"I'm sorry... I deeply am." The ghost groom cries, wiping his tears away. "Even after five hundred years, nanny was right. I still act like a child." This time, the prince laughs with bitterness. "I think it's time to finally leave.."

(Y/N) nods as Grim got out of his captors restrains and throws a wedding ring to her. "Place it on his finger! He'll disappear for good!" Grim yells at her. (Y/N) catches it and gives Elias one last smile as she puts on the ring.

"Thank you..." The ghost groom whispers as he started to disappear along with the other ghosts. When he was finally gone, the only thing left was a wedding ring. (Y/N) crouched down and picks it up from the ground. Throwing it in a trash been soon after.

She goes over to her friends and undid their restraints. When she finished, the group of grooms give her a hug. (Y/N) hugs them back, placing a small kiss on each their cheeks in gratitude. "Thanks..!" She blushed and looks away from them and focused her attention on cleaning up, not seeing her suitors rivaling looks in their eyes.

The ghost groom had lost his chance for her heart. But who said her suitors will?

The End.

(Yay! This series has been one wild ride for me. But I did it! Thank you guys for the support! I told myself that I would finish this before the Twst halloween event. And I did, Thank you guys! Happy Spooky Month! 👻)

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The Queen of Demons

Pairing: Erwin Smith x OC, Levi Ackerman x OC

Rating: Gen (the rating will go up as the story advances! But it will totally be explicit ;D)

Warnings: None for now, but sexist and misogynist upbringing (Eva's father is a huge asshole).

Word Count: 2.085

ALSO POSTED ON AO3

A/N: This is it! The first chapter of the Arranged Marriage!AU I've been working and drawing about! I'll be posting it on AO3 too since I don't know if Tumblr will screw me over again and give me trouble for posting text >_> This wouldn't be possible without @spirit-in-the-library's help, so I got so much to thank my friend for <3 I really hope you enjoy the story, I've got so much written and planned already jajajaja Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: THE PATH TOWARDS PERDITION

The scenery before her was breathtakingly beautiful, although it sent her a chill down her spine as she knew she went further into the unknown and her sealed fate. Snow was pretty, but silent and deadly too, and these woods weren’t familiar to her. The serene landscape didn’t calm her as it should have, only sending her nerves into a spiral of never-ending anxiety.

The cold bit at her hands and feet, the carriage did what it could in matters of isolating the cold, and she burrowed further into the thick winter coat, clinging desperately to it. Her handmaiden, Flora, looked pitiful too, her cloak not as thick as Eva’s. They tried to talk to ease both their minds, but it turned out it was better to let silence reign over them and try to enjoy the ride and the scenery as much as they could. Eva had never ventured this far when she accompanied her brothers on their diplomatic missions, Flora always excitedly travelling with her, eager to know the neighbouring kingdoms and people; she was a social hurricane and always ended up making friends with all the other maids (Eva made sure Flora could send letters and gifts, often pulling strings herself to make sure the packages were delivered safely), so both women knowing this was their final travel sent a freezing cold knot deep in their guts.

Eva saw Flora shiver, and with a tiny smile she scooted over, making room for her handmaiden under her cloak.

“Come here, I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Your skirt will wrinkle, your Highness.”

“As if it wasn’t wrinkled enough from sitting here for God knows how many hours. Come here, you stubborn mule.”

Flora snorted but obeyed, not wanting to be in the cold any longer. Eva covered them both, cuddling and letting out a sigh as she let her cheek rest on Flora’s head, looking out of the carriage’s window. She always hated the cold.

Eva probably dozed off while Flora was talking about some silly nothings, lulled by the rocking of the carriage and the shared warmth under her thick winter cloak. She realised Flora put her hood on so she didn’t let her neck stick out for too long.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty! I won’t let Diana know you fell asleep listening to her epic romance with the guard captain’s son.”

“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t tell her, she wouldn’t stop reminding me of it.” Eva rubbed her temples, still hazy.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Flora crossed her heart and looked at Eva trying to stifle a giggle. She failed, and both women laughed out loud, picturing Diana’s irked expression and waving hands.

They kept looking out of the window, enjoying the small moments as this one; they both knew they would be sparse now.

The landscape outside the window changed, having less never-ending fields of pure white snow and heavily covered trees and mountains, to more fenced fields with cattle and horses roaming around with some lonesome wooden houses in an architectural style so different from the ones back home.

Eva’s heart thumped painfully in her chest, knowing the carriage ride was about to end as they neared the fearsome warrior’s village walls. Flora squeezed her when the carriage came to a stop, trying to reassure the princess upon seeing the gate guards on the entrance talking with the royal soldiers at the start of the entourage, and the tremendous amount of people running around inside the village as both women peeked from the cold glass. They looked at each other in a silent and mutual exchange of comfort.

The townsfolk stopped on their tracks upon seeing the carriages entering the village, their gazes wary and distrustful, a contrast to the children shouting excitedly at the shiny armour the royal guards wore. Their mothers stood proudly, in defiance, reminding Eva of the fierce stray cats that roamed the Royal Palace gardens, hissing and standing tall whenever someone approached their kittens. Eva recalled the talk she overheard of Father and his advisors about this nation of warriors, how every single one of them had the blood of a terrifying fighter running inside their veins, how every single member of their society was trained to enter combat. Demons , that’s what her Father called them more than once, The Demons of Eldia. Whether that was true or not, Eva was downright terrified. Hostility was clear in their eyes and postures, not happy at seeing foreigners entering freely their territory. How did Father suppose she could survive this?

The carriages kept going, entering further into the maze of beautifully crafted houses. Flora parted from her embrace with Eva, knowing they would step out of the secluded space soon, and would need to make Eva look as if she hadn’t spent countless hours inside a wooden box; she had to make a perfect first impression. Eva wondered how different the village would look without all the snow covering every inch of it. Would it look as intimidating, but still beautiful, as it looked now?

Lost in her thoughts and Flora’s fussing, the entourage stopped in front of the biggest house Eva saw until now. It was massive, artfully crafted by the best artisans when it was built. Intricate markings decorated the wooden pillars holding everything together, and Eva could tell they had a meaning for these people. Right in front of the steps Eva saw more Eldian warriors, and in the middle stood those who Eva guessed probably were the welcoming party. She wondered how this Chief her father gave her hand into marriage was. Would he be a decrepit old man? A greedy one with lecherous fingers? A barbarian who would only use her for his own gratification? Was this Chief so entitled to himself and his pride that he would not even step down his throne, or the equivalent these people used, to greet them properly? What saddened her deeply was how her brothers, Hans and Friederich, agreed with Father.

Her questions would be answered in just a moment, hearing how the other two carriages, where her older brothers were, opened their doors, their heavy boots falling down the snow with a solid thud. Both women heard voices and movement outside. It was time.

“Remember, your Highness,” Flora began, giving her hands a final squeeze. “You have the strength to proudly hold your head high. The people of Gottesreich are by your side in here.” Flora touched with her finger where Eva’s heart was. “And I will be right behind you.

Eva let out a shaky exhale, a trembling smile on her lips.

“Thank you, Flora.”

The door of the carriage opened and a gush of freezing cold air hit both women. Flora tightened her cloak around her and waited patiently for Eva to exit first. It was Friederich who came to get her, gracing Eva with a tired smile while he offered his hand to help her out. Eva delicately posed her hand on the outstretched hand of his brother, the other pulling slightly up the skirt of the dress so she wouldn’t accidentally step on it and cause a scene. God forbid that happened, she couldn’t afford any humiliating mishaps of any kind. Eva stepped aside as Friederich also helped Flora out, and turned just once to see her sister following him behind, still with her hood pulled up; that was definitely Flora’s doing, knowing how the woman liked the tiny dramatics. Friederich huffed, amused.

Once they stopped just right next to Hans, his stance truly the epitome of a proud and regal prince, a member of the Eldian welcoming party walked over them, bowing their head lightly and making his light brown hair move.

“The people of Eldia welcomes you, your Highnesses, and hope you had a pleasant and safe trip.” The man had a soothing voice, calm, and such feelings carried into his eyes. “My name is Moblit and I’ll be your interpreter throughout your stay.”

“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Moblit. I’m prince Hans Stein, heir to the throne of Gottesreich.” The crown prince bowed, right hand on his chest, and waited for Moblit to translate his words into the Eldian language. Looking at each one of the Eldians of the welcoming party, Hans turned to his other two siblings. “This is the second prince of Gottesreich, and General of our troops, Friederich Stein,” Friederich mimicked his brother, bowing respectfully too with his right hand on his chest as Moblit kept translating. “And last, princess Eva Stein, our younger sister.”

Eva felt her hands tremble and not because of the cold. She could feel everyone’s eyes fixed on her although she kept her own to the floor as her father taught her— never look at them in the eyes, only when you are being presented, but then quickly look away, never speak unless you are being spoken and addressed first, never—

She could do this.

Eva raised her hands, carefully lifting the hood of the cloak so it wouldn’t disturb her hair and tiara, and let it fall gracefully on her shoulders. She raised her head to proudly display her long neck, knowing it was being accentuated by the collar of the dress she was wearing, and looked at each member of the welcoming party before elegantly bowing towards the Eldians while delicately lifting the sides of the dress skirt as she was taught as a child. Once done, Eva returned to the position she was before: gloved hands in front of her, clasped together, head slightly tilted downwards and her eyes refusing to meet anyone’s unless she was required to do so. Father would be proud of how well she performed.

Some warriors whispered to each other, and Eva didn’t know if to feel grateful to not know what were they saying. It was just a quick glimpse as she wasn’t able to properly focus, but, where were the horns? The claws? The evil smiles with mouths full of sharp teeth? Her books depicted Eldia as demons, as creatures taking humanoid forms but with grotesque features. Eva couldn’t help but to feel thoroughly confused at the difference. Were the books wrong? Were they waiting for the right moment to show their true selves...?

A deep baritone voice quieted all the murmurs, speaking in a calm and collected tone that didn’t leave room for questioning. Eva would have called it a beautiful voice if she wasn’t being eaten alive by her fear and anxiety. The voice kept talking, and was now joined by Moblit’s translations. It was time to raise her eyes again.

“We welcome you, your Highnesses, and thank Goddess Maria for your safe journey to our land.” Eva briefly looked at Moblit, and was taken aback by the gentle appearance he displayed; she expected a brute, like her books said, but was met with soft amber eyes and sandy brown hair. Her attention was swiftly moved to the Eldians before them as Moblit gestured towards them. “My name is Erwin Smith, Chief of the proud Eldian tribe, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance too, your Highnesses.”

Eva’s eyes frantically fixed on the man Moblit was gesturing with his hand and claimed to be the Eldian Chief. Her husband to be. Eva was met with an icy blue gaze and intense like the sea she saw once when she traveled with Hans to a southern kingdom, but Eva noticed a hidden cleverness behind the stern glare. The eyes belonged to a handsome face, with sharp and chiselled features like his cheekbones, a beautiful aquiline nose and thick, blonde brows framing his face. His blonde hair was neatly parted to the side and Eva never saw a haircut such as the one he was displaying, both short and even shorter hair, but judging by the other Eldians, it was a common style. He was big, tall, and Eva saw the true poise and demeanor of a proud warrior. The blue war paint smeared on his face and exposed arms made Eva unconsciously gulp down; he looked terrifying. Even if the Chief was wearing thick clothing, there was no doubt there weren’t feeble sticks for limbs underneath them.

The princess was taken aback, unable to tear her gaze away from the Chief’s ones, and going against all her modal teachings. Those blue eyes were hypnotic and unreadable, like his face.

That was the man she was going to marry.

Erwin Smith.

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『 Backstory 』

➵ Any TWs? :

➵ Subtle Mentions of Transphobia.

➵ Beau Romano - his deadname being Bianca - was born a year after his older sister, Faye. He lived with his semi-wealthy parents, Camilia and Dylan Romano in Manitoba.

When he was in second grade, Beau began to have a big sprout of creativity. He had drawn pictures of people and anthropomorphic animals, and create small little tales about these people/animals he has drawn. He Drew more and more of these as time slowly passed, and he enjoyed telling stories about these drawings. This had grown into a hobby, and something he enjoyed thoroughly.

His older sister came out when she was nine that she felt like a girl and that she was attracted to girls. Now, their parents are very accepting people and proceeded to assist and support Faye - who was formerly known as Lovino - get what she needed to transition.

Beau happily cheered on his big sister on, supporting her and showering her with love. He celebrated her transitions and her relationships happily, happy that he had such a prideful older sister.

By the time Beau was ten, he had begun to experiment with his sexuality by feeling some weird way towards a guy in music class. He talked with this guy more and more, and these feelings continued to grow.

After a couple of weeks, he felt the same way towards a girl in music class too. The feeling for the boy stayed, but now he had feelings for a boy and a girl.

One day, while walking to school with his mom, he heard two girls behind him talking about the people they liked. One of the girls had said that she was Bisexual, to which little Beau tugged on his mother's sleeve and asked what "Bisexual" meant. The woman explained that it was when someone liked two or more genders.

Beau put that into thought, and not even a minute later, he exclaimed "I'm Bisexual!"

His mom smiles and ruffled her son's - then daughter's - head. While Beau was still a kid, and she thought that Beau didn't know what he was talking about, the boy knew exactly what he was talking about.

Those feelings of the boy and girl faded over time. When Beau was twelve, he had fallen for another person. There had been this really cute girl in class who enjoyed drawing, and boy, what a talented artist she is.

Slowly, but surely, Beau began to fall in love with this girl, and spent time with her. Months went by, and the two had fallen in love.

The girl had confessed to Beau, which he accepted.

These two were a great, healthy Lesbian couple at the time. They were both very happy and loving. Beau had welcomed his girlfriend into the family, to which they welcomed with open arms.

The relationship lasted for two years until they fell out of love. The spark was gone. Their breakup wasn't nasty - they awkwardly stated that they lost that romantic spark on both sides. Beau had turned thirteen at the time. Beau and his ex-lover are on good terms to this day.

Once puberty hit, Beau looked at the body he had at the moment. He didn't quite fit with how it was. It made him feel like he didn't fit in a girl's body. He wanted to cut off his developing melons. So, he decided to talk to Faye later that evening, whom had fully transitioned. She was a beautiful woman. As he talked to her about what had been up, Faye stated that Beau could be Transgender, and even gave him a few articles on Gender Dysphoria.

Weeks of looking into gender identities later, Beau took the label "Trans Male" and used it to describe himself. With encouragement from Faye, he came out to his parents, who accepted him. He didn't want to transition as quickly as Faye, and wanted to take it slow. Testosterone and binding first.

As he grew older, Beau got bullied for being a Transgender Bisexual man. He was experiencing Transphobia from a few of his fellow peers. He knew that not everyone would accept him for being who he was, but this hurt quite a bit. Being bullied for this wasn't fair - he had every right to express himself! - but nooo, people were idiots.

His love for writing had grown more and more over the years. He began to write little stories that he presented in school and posted online. People loved his little stories. Whether they were fanfiction or characters and universes he had created in his head, they received a lot of positive feedback. Sure, there were haters, bullies, trolls, and rude people in general, but Beau didn't pay attention to them too much.

Beau had gotten top surgery when he was fifteen. He had been on testosterone for a year, and he had been binding for that time being. He loved his new, flat chest. Sure, he would have a scar on his chest from the surgery, but it didn't really bother him. He was happy that his tibbies were deleted. Now he could feel like a guy somewhat.

During the time passed from fourteen and fifteen years old, Beau had been watching a show known as "Total Drama" with Faye. The show was appealing to the young teen. The risky challenges were entertaining, most of the cast was likable, and it was really entertaining for the young boy. He'd talk about joining the show every now and then and would think about what his label or cliche would be on the show.

Timeskip to now, Beau and Faye are sixteen and seventeen respectively. After watching an ad to audition for the next season of Total Drama, Faye looked over at her little brother.

"Hey... You should audition to be on there!"

Beau, liking the idea, auditioned for the show. Once his audition was seen, Beau was invited to be on a season of Total Drama.

『 Voice Claim 』

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『 Miscellaneous Facts』

➵ Theme Song

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➵ Quotes

"O-Oh, hello...!"

"I'm Beau. It's nice to meet you!"

"It's too people-y in there. I-I'd like to stay right here."

"He's... Kinda pretty."

"Are you lonely? I could hang out with you if you'd like."

"I-It's not a diary! It's just a journal that I put my writing and ideas in."

"Sorry, I'd rather be by myself. I-It's nothing personal -- I j-just don't like large groups of people."

"Sorry... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry about that..."

"He's a... He's a man. And I'm just a boy."

"Ciao, bello..!" (Hello, handsome..!)

"Aren't you guys a little too old for a bedtime story?"

"Fine, fine. Once upon a time, there were a few guys on an island who needed to go the fuck to sleep. G'night, guys."

"What do you mean that 'isn't a good bedtime story? I think it's a brilliant story."

"Fine... There was once this God named Fóllame de lado-"

"Hey - do you wanna fuck around with the others?"

"H-Hey! I apologize for interrupting what you were doing, but... I'd like to confess something if that's o-okay? Look, I'll cut to the chase. I... love you, dude. And not in some bromance way. Like... I have romantic feelings for you. I love you so much I could scream it to the world..! I hope you f-feel the same way. And if you don't? That's p-perfectly fine."

"Good morning, mio amore."

"Sorry, but could you like, shut up for five seconds? Thanks..."

➵ Ship Names (OC X Crush or OC X OC)

Duncan x Beau = BeauDun/ BeauCan

DJ x Beau = BJ / BeauJ

Alejandro x Beau = AleBeau

Mike x Beau = Meau/Bike

Lightning x Beau = Blightning/BeauLight

Topher x Beau = Beaupher / Beaupher

Shawn x Beau = Sheau / Bawn

➵ Random Facts

• If they're comfortable, Beau calls his male friends "Bello" (Handsome), and his female friends "Bella" (Beautiful).

For Nonbinary folk, it depends on what they prefer.

•Beau has learned how to play the ukelele from Faye.

•He would actually like to go windsurfing sometime!

• Speaking of his sister, she's a well-known acrobat/performer for her age. He admires her for being so talented in such a thing..

• His sister is an extrovert, and more outgoing than Beau. The two are opposites,,but yknow, opposites attract!

•Beau prefers to write stories that are/include horror, action, and supernatural/fantasy. He can write romantic stories, but he doesn't prefer writing things like that.

•He has written some shitty fanfictions when he was younger. He will share them among his friends and laugh at what he wrote.

•The languages he speaks are:

• English

•Italian

• (Some) Spanish. [Italian and Spanish are similar language-wise in a few ways. That, and Beau just wanted to learn Spanish.]

• Respectful boi when it comes to Pronouns, Names, People's likes and dislikes, etc.

•Beau has some family members that live in Italy. He has gone to Italy to visit them numerous times.

• Beau doesn't believe in soulmates. He thinks that it's just some fairytale thing that people believe in. He wants to love someone on his own accord - not someone who the universe was like "Oh, let's put these people together.".

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#td oc #total drama oc #beau romano #tdpi #tdas #tdwt #tdi #vix writes stuff #nico writes stuff #Youtube

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mercuryhomophony · 2 years

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I posted 2,498 times in 2021

102 posts created (4%)

2396 posts reblogged (96%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 23.5 posts.

I added 133 tags in 2021

#for mom - 25 posts

#for eleanor - 24 posts

#for the dragon teahouse - 22 posts

#hlvrai - 21 posts

#mercury writes - 10 posts

#fanfiction - 10 posts

#bugsnax - 6 posts

#benrey - 5 posts

#binders - 5 posts

#tommy coolatta - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and also because i'm a hugger and if i hit it off with someone there's no guarentee that i wouldn't try to hug them before the date was out

My Top Posts in 2021

Workin' on a thought, workin'on a thought....

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Hey y'all! Happy International Trans Day of Visibility!

To celebrate, I've gotten 5 gift cards to gc2b, a great black LGBTQ+ owned and operated business selling binders, and we're gonna do a lil giveaway!

The only thing you have to do to enter is reblog this with the tag "BeyondtheBinary"

I'll draw 5 winners at 10pm est tomorrow, April 1, and reach out to the winners. The gift cards are by email, so you will need to be comfortable sharing your email to claim it.

If you aren’t interested in a binder, but want to spread this, feel free to share without the tag! Thank you!

(Also, I'd anyone knows a similar business that caters to trans women, please let me know and I'll set something up for that as well!)

A friend pointed out that this wasn't showing up in the tags for some reason, so I'm extending this to 10pm est April 2nd!

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Schmendrick: The magic chose the shape, not I. I am a bearer, I am a dwelling, I am a messenger...

Molly Grue: You're an Idiot! You fucked up a perfectly good Unicorn is what you did! Look at her, she's got anxiety!

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Happy pride

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I don't know how to explain how Taurnado makes me feel.

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #That's kinda cute honestly #Makes me wish I drew more #But I'm taking steps...

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Reprisal: Ship Request

Author’s Note: Hello! I have recieved another commissioned piece! This time it was a Ship!! So excited!! So my ships are not open unless they are commissioned! More info will be posted below! I will send it to the person’s inbox personally lol But the request info is below!! I hope you all enjoy! I like doing these!

Warnings: None

Info: 1) i play the cello, piano, and am trying to get a violin to learn that as well :D i love classical music 2) i like to draw and paint, although i rarely have the time to do so 3) cleaning. this isn't really a hobby, but it is something i enjoy, so i'll count it as one! i love organizing things (esp. my room), as well as cleaning my belongings (just cleaned my shoes today!) three things i love about myself: 1) i love my hair! i'm korean, and i have what a lot of people think of as 'east asian hair'--pin straight, black, and shiny. 2) i'm almost always there for my friends and family, and that's something i pride myself in :-) 3) i think i have a pretty good sense of humor--it's pretty quick and witty, but i make sure that my jokes never cross any lines or hurt any feelings ! if there's anything else you'd like to know / need, please let me know!

Pairings: Geralt x Reader

I ship you with Geralt

Reason:

Geralt is a witty guy himself and granted he doesn’t show it, I think Geralt enjoys the arts. His best friend is a master of them after all.

The Meet:

It was rare you were commissioned by a King, especially during a time of war, but there you were. You sketched the tiny prince and princess of Novigrad diligently. They were hard subjects, neither of the little nuggets wanted to stay still, and their mother didn’t really do her best in telling them to mind. “Could you please look to the window?” You asked, removing the long straight black hair from your face. You’d pinned it but rarely had it done any good, your heavy hair tended to have a mind of its own.

The doors opened, and boots thudded against the stone boots as the silver-haired man moved across the floor. You knew of him; every person across the continent knew Geralt. He swung the burlap sack over his shoulder, dripping a black liquid behind him with every step.

“Could you make a bigger mess?” You said. The blood stopped in front of your canvas now, pooling next to his feet. You glanced up. “I guess you can.”

“Am I bothering you?” His voice was deep, so deep, you barely understood what he was saying.

“Care to not grumble under your breath and move it along?” The was a subtle amusement in your voice. Geralt rolled his eyes, but he returned a wry smile and rolled his eyes. “Go now.”

He scoffed and continued to walk, swinging the bag over his shoulder and spattering the blood across the canvas onto your work. “Apologies.”

“Oh, you owe me now.” You planted your hands firmly on your hips.

“It’s an honor to be in your debt.” Geralt called over his shoulder. “Perhaps I can pose for you as a reprisal.”

Your face tinged with heat. “That will be fine.”

“If you are finished flirting, the king will see you now.” The guard said.

The Ship:

Geralt made an effort to see you after he ruined your painting. First, he brought you fruit from the nearby market and kept you company while.

He entertained the two children and cut your paint time down by hours, and for that you were grateful

Geralt was captivated by you, and for him, that was a rare thing. He asked you to travel the continent with him, and to his surprise, you told him yes.

It’s funny you love cleaning because Geralt has a knack for being a tad bit messy. You clean things up, and he trudges in blood and guts from some recent kill, and you never get mad. His genuine happiness to see you each time he comes through the door trumps all of that

He loves your music, and he loves that you love music. He doesn’t tell it to you often but oftentimes you playing music is the only way he can sleep, he knows for sure that you are safe and sound.

His favorite thing about you is your dedication to your family, he likes how you have grown close to Ciri and even Jaskier, who plays music and writes songs with you every chance he gets.

The relationship with Geralt includes:

Hand holding while walking through obscure fields of flowers,

Sex under the stars because sometimes you are not going to have four walls,

Adventures and sporadic campfire ballads

A breeding kink - for sure, done deal

Fights about little things but him always cracking first

For Ship requests they can be submitted via Asks if paid by Venmo (laketaj30) Cashapp (laketaj30). If you prefer to use Ko-Fi HERE is the Link. Ko-Fi will then tell you the same guidelines below! The ships I create will be 500-700 words and specialized for you. Guaranteed within 7 days and I keep open communication during that time. This is helping me get back to school and i appreciate all donations sincerely!

#henry cavill fics #geralt x y/n #geralt headcanon #geralt imagine #geralt x you #geralt x reader #witcher ships #laketa j writes

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edencantstopfallininlove · 4 years

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A Declaration

You might want to read this all the way through. There’s something quite important that I want to share with you guys... However, if you reblog, don’t spoil the surprise in your response or the tags! In light of more recent posts, feel free to ignore that now!

As a disclaimer, I know nothing about fashion and I make that pretty obvious, but heck it

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How fortunate it was that the streets of Port Maerifa were so quiet that evening. The blue accents of the city's architecture were bolstered by the coming of twilight. A faint sea breeze danced about from the docks. As day slowly shifted into night, a pair of footsteps could be heard ambling along the streets.

Dhar was leading the way, guiding his lover by the hand as they moved towards their destination. This was a date they had been planning together for weeks; now that it was finally drawing to a close, Heather took the opportunity to really drink in the sight of the man who stole her heart. He had abandoned his usual armour in favour of a white shirt with a leather jacket, indigo denim slim jeans and black dress shoes that seemed to shine a little in the blue hour. Over his shoulder, he wore a small musky red bag with a thin strap; she wondered why he would need it on a date, but proceeded not to think about it again once they were out the door. All in all, she thought he looked just as gorgeous as always, if not even more so.

For their date, the two had put together a whistle-stop tour of their favourite spots. Each destination had a story behind it, a reason for them to slow down and reminisce. Deep down, Heather contemplated the possibility that there was a greater motive behind the whole thing. The final stop on their tour had taken them to a spot they knew all too well. The arch at the city’s foot.

"Oh, this place," said Heather, thinking aloud. "Remember the whole 'who stays and who goes' talk we had here? When you told Ajna - you told everyone - that you had nowhere to belong?"

"That I do," replied Dhar, "but a lot's changed since then. And I find myself thinking that less and less as time goes by; as I spend more new days with you."

"You’re so right. I've been thinking about the friends we've made on our journey, how we've come to be like family to each other. I hope you've felt it, Dhar. That there are people who care about you and are proud of how far you've come."

There was a long, comfortable silence as the couple stood side by side and drank in the atmosphere of the city. Feeling the urge to happy-stim, Heather clicked together the short heels of her black flats. She loved little gaps like this, where she could take a moment to feel the cool air brushing against her skin, ruffling the knee-length skirt of her blue summer dress, and appreciate everything that had built up to this moment. Every high, every low, every failure and triumph that led the two of them down their respective paths, and to each other.

"Marry me."

And then she heard them. The two words that dissolved her train of thought. Heather flinched on the spot as she tried to make sense of everything. The gentleness in Dhar's voice, the feeling of his fingers interlocking with hers, the fondness in his eyes... Was he staring at her the whole time?!

"Dhar, have you been hanging around Baozhai?" she asked, stammering her way through. "Did she imbibe you into this before we left?"

Dhar had to laugh. "Gods no, you know I won't drink that crap of hers!"

"Neither will I, to be fair."

"Come on, I'm serious! I want us to get married. I can’t think of anything better than being able to spend the rest of our lives like this."

Still not entirely believing what she was hearing, Heather turned to hold her lover's free hand as their gazes met.

"Just being with you is... already so much more than I ever thought I deserved. You know my past. There have been times when I've wondered whether you'd be happier without me. And yet, no matter how far I fell into the cycle of self-doubt, you've always been there to help me back onto my feet. It's you who moulded me into the man I am now. Someone who truly feels worthy of this woman's love. And believe me, you deserve it all in return. I want to remind you every day of how strong you are. How supportive, how compassionate, how beautiful, inside and out. Cliche as it sounds, you are, without a doubt, the best thing that ever happened to me. I mean, I literally wouldn't be here if not for you. Whatever the future holds for us, I want us to always be around to support each other. Because you and I? We're a team."

After a brief pause, Dhar abruptly shifted a single hand around in the shoulder bag. "Shit, where'd I put the damn thing...?"

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'll help you look for it if you-"

Heather was silenced first by the sight of the black box (it wasn't all an elaborate joke), then by the ring itself as Dhar knelt down and opened it - the silver band twisted upwards, with one line on each side adorned with amethysts that led the eye towards a single large orange topaz. What else could she do in that moment but gasp?

"Heather, my saviour, my rock, my love... Will you make me the happiest person in all the worlds?" His hopeful smile was offset now by glassy eyes, looking at Heather as if she were the most incredible thing to ever exist as he finally got to the big question. "Will you marry me?"

Heather's eyes sparkled as she preserved the memory of a display of love and vulnerability that she never would've expected from Dhar when they first met. But he was not the same man he was back then. He had grown so much kinder, nobler, truer; her heart swelled with pride at the privilege of being a part of that change.

If only he knew she’d made up her mind long ago.

"Yes!! Of course!" she cried as she dived in and enveloped her beloved in the biggest, tightest embrace he had yet been given. Dhar was, frankly, amazed that he managed to maintain his hold on the ring box.

"Woah, don't hug me! I should be hugging you!!"

He was quick to get over the shock, though, melting into his now fiancée’s touch and, at last, allowing himself to cry. After holding back long enough to say his piece, hearing the answer he had sought cemented this as the best day of his life, and now was the time to set his elation free.

"I'm sorry I'm such a mess right now..." he said when he let go after what seemed like aeons.

"A hot mess, maybe," replied Heather with a laugh as the ring was placed on her finger. "Still, you did say you'd be the happiest person in the worlds. You kind of asked for this!"

"I suppose I did, yeah. But it was worth it."

Almost instinctively, Dhar slid two fingers under Heather's chin, lifting her head to lock eyes with her in a silent request for permission. She responded with a subtle nod and, in the fading moonlight, accompanied by distant ocean waves, their promise of a union was sealed with a deep, lingering kiss, hands resting in each others’ hair, smiling against each others lips. It came so naturally, like it was always meant to be.

"Thank you, Heather. For everything. I love you... So, so much."

"Likewise, Dhar. I promise you won't regret this. Here's to our future - together."

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Soooo yeah, you probably all saw this coming a mile away, but...

As of today, Dhar and I are engaged!

An official announcement post will be going out at some point in the next few days, fingers crossed!

For reference, the ring looks like this: (psst everyone pitched in)

@ode-to-joie @tuff-and-fluff @f-orever-and-ever @abigailsfictionalothers @kitten-ships @dazailovemail @growlitheships @fawnships @fireemlmblem @rosepetalcharm and everyone who’s been kind enough to listen to me gush about my selfship!

#selfshipping #self shipping community #selfship positivity #self ship stuff #long post cw #I Write Stuff Sometimes #I'll Bury You My Love #Union Of Earth And Air

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