#i might start doing these little personal things? feels nice to talk about gaining without it having to be a big plotted 5k+ word thing

[thegainingdesk]

Stomach capacity's a weird thing, isn't it? I swear, a couple of weeks ago I thought to myself "I'll never be able to consistently eat enough to consistently gain weight" - itself a somewhat insane thought, since I've gained an average of 1.4 pounds a week this year. I can clearly eat enough to gain weight. However, I also definitely can't "eat like a fat guy" like all the gaining advice tells me to - I cannot binge for the life of me. Once I've hit my limit, that's it. I naturally eat slowly and have, despite developing quite the belly this past year, frequently been unable to eat as much as some much smaller mates. I fundamentally cannot eat like a gainer is supposed to be able to.

But recently, some switch has been flicked. The past two days, I've eaten two dinners on each day, on top of otherwise fairly heavy days.

Yesterday, I had steak and chips with my partner, before going out to meet some mates I hadn't seen in a while. Once I got there, everyone started mentioning they'd not had dinner. Well, I'm not going to just sit there and watch everyone else eat, am I? Here I am, nominally a gainer and skipping a meal? Besides, it'd be rude, wouldn't it. We decide on an Indian restaurant - I order lamb bhuna, portion of rice, two roti. I mean, it's nothing insane, but that's just a regular order - more than a few of my mates ate, and this is my second dinner. I finish it all. I could probably eat more. Two dinners, five pints, sorted.

And today my partner was working from the office instead of from home so I was by myself and I thought, well, got to treat yourself, haven't you? Nipped to the shops - two cinnamon buns for breakfast, big sandwich for lunch, bought a great big sharing swiss roll to just nibble on through the day - a proper, footlong thing that slowly disappears through the day. As my partner texts me he's coming home, I'm feeling like I could eat, quickly polish off a big tub of leftover pasta salad as I get dinner started. Dinner's a roast chicken with vegetables, mashed potatoes, gravy. As we were tidying up the kitchen just now I polished both the wings off too.

What's that? At least 4 thousand calories yesterday, well over 5 thousand today easy (that swiss roll claimed to be 2k by itself). And here's the thing. This isn't just me having a couple of hungry days. I've felt absolutely stuffed the past two days. Woke up stuffed this morning. My gut feels heavy and big and stuffed (looks heavy and big and stuffed, for that matter). I've just... Not cared. Kept on eating. It hasn't even felt like "pushing through it". I've just wanted to eat. Ate like a fat guy.

Here's hoping it keeps up.

#not a story #personal ramblings #gaining #weight gain #personal #i might start doing these little personal things? feels nice to talk about gaining without it having to be a big plotted 5k+ word thing

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Stop the Harassment

After everything that's happened, you guys sure make it easy to quit a fandom. Let's be real here, who wants to be in a fandom where you harass minors, bully people so much so that they try to commit? First it was cosplayers, now even creators who caused no harm are being violated and bullied.

Sure I might lose followers but I sure as hell won't just be staying silent about this, not when my friend has already suffered through enough, I know the culprit, I'm just staying silent on behalf of my friend because they don't want this thing escalated. I shouldn't even feel like I'll be targeted after this because what kind of community have we created that we should expect the worst?

My friend has been nothing but nice to the rest of you and for you to treat them this way after they've been through so much after what you guys did in the first place just sickens and disgusts me to my core. Even before this whole thing they came to Tumblr for refuge because of their difficult time but you guys don't care about that right?

No because apparently what you do in this fandom is you tear someone apart who found comfort here to make them feel so bad that it's either they quit or commit.

She took responsibility saying that it was a mistake but no, apparently people have to be flawless for any one of you to accept them right? Is being a minor a crime? Is that it? Because last time I checked, Tumblr was an ages 12+ app so why are we so concerned? Regarding the allegations, they don't interact with mdni, even if they did in the past it was probably by accident.

Regarding minors reading and writing nsfw shit, I've said it before and I'll say it again, blocking is a thing? Can't y'all all comprehend that? Is it really that difficult to understand that you even have to spread personal information to others? For all you know my friend could now be targeted and preyed on by some creep because they found out they're a minor.

People are gonna ask me who it is but I can't answer for them, they just want peace and I want to clarify some things because I can't just let people think my friend this apparently "horrid" thing within the fandom without defending them, you were the one who interacted with them first (WITHOUT MDNI IN YOUR BLOG) and now they're getting pinned and taking all the blame when you didn't even care to tell her that suddenly you put it in your blog?

Not only this but what do you have to stand to gain in all of this? I wonder what was your motive to tear someone down and let your little minions do it for you because you don't wanna be involved.

The fact that you let this spread and let people do this to them without taking accountability for how this started or at least telling people to stop because what you caused just baffles me because how can someone have such inability to feel remorse and guilt, you've been awfully silent haven't you?

Probably because it's better to have someone take the blame regarding the harassment right? Because some people are standing up for them, though I know that some refuse to talk, I know they're also here to support them. You are one of the only people who knew of their age and damn did you make it easy to find you.

I don't even know how one person is capable of doing this to another, which I suspect you've been leaving some of the anon asks to them too when they've been nothing but nice to you, the least the rest of you can do is cut them some slack, Dms is a thing right? Block and move on, as simple as that. But no, the rest of you just had to spam it on other creators' accounts with the mixing of some false allegations.

Not only that but this? Can't y'all just leave them alone? You all act as if they personally killed your parents or something, it's like they committed some sort of crime in which they didn't.. you all did by spreading their PRIVATE CONFIDENTIAL information. None of you truly knows what happened and yet you all act like you're some sort of detective, have you all not learned anything from what happened to Vincent (Inquisitore) and Viper, apparently Milo is now also getting targeted for some silly video?

I wanted to post the other less filtered version of this post because I was so mad for my friend but in regards to people in my blog, this is as filtered as I can get it. If any of you ever harass her again, we WILL find your account and you best believe I'll have no shame to tag you, even more so if you've blocked me.

What's up with always hiding behind anons? You're scared of what people might say to you because YOU as an ADULT has been harassing a minor? That's what this is right? The rest of you are scared if the consequences of your actions because you know to yourselves that you've done SOMETHING wrong.

This is such a shit show, what even is this fandom anymore? I swear that not onec have I been in such a shitty one and I've been through all sorts of fandom, never as toxic as this one, great job y'all, you guys just beat the toxic k-pop stans in my list.

Though some of you are so kind and wonderful, there are still THOSE bad people out there who seek to tear someone apart for whatever petty reason.

I'm taking a break from all this and though I still will be writing behind the scenes so that I'll have the strength to keep going, you all disappoint me as a community.

#I'm speaking up in regards of my friend #leave them alone #leave all of the creators alone #you don't like them then don't interact #puff0o0

[kiefbowl]

Can I ask for advice on how to... Act more assertive? I've been so quiet and shy my entire life but I've been trying to stand up for myself more if that makes sense. It's still really hard though and I haven't... Broken out of my shell? Ever since I've been walking by myself more I've been harassed a few times and I want to learn how to not look so weak or whatever. I just want to have a more open personality in general without being scared to share my feelings and thoughts, and you seem like a good person to ask

Sure, great question. I was once a shy shy shy child, I had to build my confidence up a lot with this regard. My first piece of advice is to stop being so hard on yourself. Stop calling yourself weak etc. The only way to start become more assertive is to respect your emotional responses. Don't think for a second that strong, witty, take nothing women don't have their moments of fear and hesitation. The way your body responds to threats and danger is natural, and it has some form of trying to protect you.

To piggyback on that, don't assume that being assertive protects you from harassment necessarily, or that you will look any different if you gain the confidence to talk back. You're not responsible for how men talk to you, ever.

But any way let's get to the cool advice:

Practice in small, safe groups first. Don't go picking fights with random men when you're walking home at night. Instead, give yourself a little goal of speaking up more the next time you're with your friends, etc. Like all things, practice builds the ability. Practice builds the confidence. Practice builds the instinct. So, start small. If you want some ideas, you can try: being really insistent about where to go to eat ("I really like Blah Blah, and I'd like to go there."), asking for a specific conversation topic when there's a lull ("Hey, I've had something on my mind lately, I want everyone's opinions"), things of this nature. As you can see, they aren't mean. You can be assertive and nice. Practice the less scary stuff first.

In that vein, don't be afraid to be awkward or do it "wrong" (you can't do it wrong, but for the sake of this point). If you sit there quietly wishing you'd go "man shut the fuck up" you'll never learn how to say "man shut the FUCK up." Instead - do the first step of what you think you can do. "uhm excuse me, I didn't like that" even if you're stuttering and sweating bullets is the first building block. Plus, honestly? If you're clearly nervous, that shows some gusto and bravery, sometimes you get more respect by acting like that.

You can tell your friends/family that this is something you're trying. I know, you might think "that's awkward" well cut that out that's not the kind of attitude you're practicing! Say to your mom privately "Mom, I'm trying to be more assertive. I want to speak my mind more, can you help when dad interrupts me." Say to your best friend privately "Friend, I'm trying to speak my mind more. I want to be more assertive. Can you encourage me if I start to struggle in conversation?" I mean, why not? This is a great chance to practice asserting yourself while getting help to continue.

If this is all great but still scary and you still don't know how to start, and you want like a magic bullet task list to just start somewhere, you can start by editing your language. Stop saying "maybe" when you mean "no". Stop saying "I guess" when you mean "no". Or, when you mean "yes!" You have to stop equivocating. Try being as direct as possible when speaking up. Again, this does not have to be mean. It doesn't have to be smart. It doesn't have to be witty. It's taking the time to consciously be aware of when you say things like "I think it would be nice to go together to the party if you want to" and try to say instead "I would like to go to the party with you, what do you want?" ADDITIONALLY: You can correct yourself mid sentence. Forget if it's awkward, you don't care if it's awkward anymore, you only care about practicing what you want. "I think maybe - I mean...I want that, yes."

The next two are really really important that they're going to be their own list, because if you've gotten this far I bet you're thinking "Yes, but how??" and these are the two that tell you how:

5. You have to sit with yourself, undistracted, and think yourself into confidence. And you have to do that for the rest of your life. And that's what every confident person is doing all the time, and they have weak moments where they fail even if you don't see it. You have to be the source of your own internal logic that makes it happen. And you might think "well if it was that easy, I would just do that." No, it isn't easy. And yes, you haven't tried hard enough. You haven't found the logic that works in your mind that you can't refute. YOU have to give yourself time every day to reflect on your life, who you are, what you want...and you have to sit there and backwards engineer the argument that leads to the answer you want. You have to make yourself get that epiphany. You don't wallow on what's wrong with you, you think "I want x-specific-thing, and I know I want that because...and to make me believe that deeply I need to think...what? What do I need to think?" You have to sit with yourself until you think it, because then you can't say you don't know. Personally, I'm deeply motivated by the weight of knowledge that we have finite time to live. I'm deeply motivated by my knowledge of my own female subordination and what I lose if I hold back. I'm deeply motivated by the fact that I can't guarantee the motivation of others. Maybe these will be your same thoughts, maybe they won't. No one can answer this for you.

6. you have to look out for other people. when other people are walked over, you have to advocate for them. when someone interrupts someone else, you have to say "wait, I wanted to hear what so-and-so had to say." If your friend is wilting in the group, you have to get everyone to bring them back in. If you are constantly internalizing you will never gain confidence. You have to be connected to the world around you, and not obsessed with what's going on in your own head. The longer you project your being out, the longer you realize what's going on in your head all the time isn't all that important. And in a strange catch-22, that's when you get the confidence to defend it like it is all that important :)

Good luck!

[starry-nights-garden]

WayV Reaction ✧ When they have a crush on a shy/socially anxious person

✧ WayV all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction ✧ warnings: mentions of social anxiety 

Kun:

he’s going to observe before approaching you in any case

so when he figures that you must be on the shy side, the natural leader instinct immediately kicks in

wants nothing more than to take care of you and to make you feel comfortable with him at all cost

he’ll talk to you naturally and match his energy level with yours

might actually startle you by asking you out too early, which he will agonize over in silence for the next 24 hours, but he’ll recover and simply come to the conclusion that he’ll need to give you a bit more time and space

will try to be friendly with you for now, and keeps a distance so as not to seem pushy

will also surprise you with nice little gestures that will eventually make you fall for him

once he’s starting to get a hunch that you’re developing feelings for him, he’ll plan how to ask you out again, and he’ll be a lot more careful about it this time

Ten:

I think this one’s a bit of a hit or miss

for him to notice you in the first place, you need to pique his interest in some kind of way, and he strikes me as someone who prefers people who can be a bit bold at times

but as soon as he’s got his eye on you, he’ll be set on getting you to talk to him more so he can figure out whether you like him back or not

will give you subtle pushes to try to lure you out of your shell by throwing you topics he thinks you’d be interested in as bait

will use literally all of his brainpower to keep the conversation going once he succeeds in making you talk

whether or not you two will work out depends heavily on how many common interests you have

but if you share a few or those, you’ll slowly be able to warm up to him and to come to know each other better

and chances are that once you can talk comfortably, it won’t take long for you guys to start dating

Winwin:

he’s on the shy side too, so he’ll be able to understand your struggles very well

he’ll also be quick to figure out that you’re just shy and not actually disinterested in him entirely

that realization will actually help him too, and suddenly he’ll gain a lot of confidence around you

he’ll feel like he can comfortably take the lead and initiate conversations with you, and since he understands how you feel he can also easily reassure you whenever you seem uneasy

he’s already a very gentle person, but he’ll be even sweeter to you

wants to always be there for you as a shoulder to lean on and as someone you can be your true self around

over time you become comfortable friends naturally

he’ll make sure you’re both ready before confessing his feelings to you and trying to take your relationship to the next stage

Xiaojun:

he’s both a bit shy and outgoing, so this one will be interesting

he’ll need some time himself until he can muster the courage to talk to you in the first place

his bright but timid personality will most likely make you become comfortable around him in no time naturally

you can just be shy by yourselves, somewhere away from other people, and through that learn to open up to each other at your own pace

after getting to know each other better this will definitely evolve into a relationship where you take each other by the hand and help each other be more confident (though he will probably do that for you a bit more often than vice versa)

however, once he begins to feel the need to confess to you, he will become awkward again and agonize over how to best do it without scaring you off

he’ll probably need a bit of time until he can tell you how he feels about you

or even better - you give him a little push and take the lead this time around

Hendery:

he just will not stop talking

it’s pretty clear to him from the start that you must struggle with social anxiety, so his strategy is to talk your ears off until you stop feeling shy…

he will embarrass himself in the process and make things awkward more than once, but he’s quick to laugh it off and continue talking about something else - plus, it’s all part of the plan anyway

will eventually get you to laugh at his jokes and the awkward silence he sometimes causes and will make you feel like there really isn’t anything to worry about when talking to him at all

he’s just gonna make you feel very comfortable, and as soon as you have the courage to open up, he will give you space to talk and just listen

once he feels the right time has come, he will tell you about his feelings for you comfortably, because he already knows you feel the same about him too

Yangyang:

oh no

he’s so awkward at first because he can’t tell if you’re shy or if you just really can’t stand him

becomes so unsure and actually starts to feel stupid for having a crush on you until he gets a little push (maybe from a mutual friend?), making him realize you actually like him back but you’re just anxious in social situations

acts completely different around you from now on and tries to always make sure to include you in group conversations, asking questions directed at you, etc.

he’s still a bit clumsy but he means well and is always thinking about how to improve the way he approaches you

will eventually figure out what he needs to do for you to be able to comfortably talk to him

as soon as you find a dynamic that fits the both of you, you will become closer naturally, being able to talk about pretty much everything with each other

and from there on it’s only a matter of time until you will become a couple equally naturally

#wayv reactions #wayv x reader #wayv fluff #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct reactions #fluff #reaction

[redahlia-writes]

you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

four. crystal

content (for this chapter): smut, family gatherings and That really annoying relative, a lot of feelings, a hint of possessiveness, frankie is once again being an idiot

word count: 5.8k

a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay, life's truly kicking my ass and i hope the chapter will make up for it. updates might be a little bit slow from now, but i'll do my best

reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated. you can send it here, too

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“For the first few months of their relationship, Fish didn’t even know it was a relationship. They moved in together, and still he would say stuff like she’s not my girlfriend, we haven’t talked about it, I don’t want to pressure her. Considerate, really, but so–Alba, chiquitita, cover your ears a moment–so fucking dumb. And that was how I knew. We’ve known Frankie a really long time, we’ve been together through a lot, and that was the first time I’ve seen him be so stupid–which is saying a lot. But, after all, isn’t that what love does in the beginning? It makes you foolish, nervous, doubt things you would’ve never doubted before. It was a new look on him, and it made it crystal clear how enamored he was, probably without even realizing it in the beginning–because I know he fell for Camila right off the bat. And I mean, how could he not? He called me, that first morning, and even then Camila was a surprise. Will said it all already–funny, kind, smart, beautiful, but most of all right. You were, and still are, right for him, Cami, the right person at the right time, and that is something rare, something great. Sometimes I think we should thank you more, because you changed Frankie’s life, and with his, ours too–mine for sure, because not only did I get to see my best friend finally start living again, but I also gained a sister. So, one Garcia to the other: thank you. That being said, it’d be nice to have him back every now and then–seriously, they’re practically glued together, can’t keep their hands to themselves to save their lives! I have some stories–”

Frankie’s hand tightened slightly around the glass of water in his grip when he felt a hand clasping him on the shoulder, tight and all too buoyant, shaking him and forcing his eyes away from Camila, Alba and his mother–Alba was lying on her back over Verónica’s knees, the older woman laughing in her chair as the child stretched and let her head dangle back towards Camila, sitting on the grass and smiling.

“Who would’ve thought–young Cisco with an actual girlfriend,” the man at his side was grinning, a glaze clouding his eyes, mouth stained red from wine. “Well, not so young anymore, are you?”

“Takes one to know one, Nicky,” he retorted with a hint of a laugh, some of the tension melting from his shoulders when he saw Camila move again at the corner of his eye, could hear Alba’s loud giggles from his spot.

His cousin laughed, clearly not put off by his comment–he wasn’t trying to be mean, exactly, but out of all the people in the family currently gathered in his mother’s backyard–

“So you got one of the last good ones, huh?” he still had his hand on Frankie’s shoulder, standing a step back as they were angled towards the other three. Camila’s hand was underneath Alba’s head, supporting it up as she leaned in, brushing their noses together as the child giggled again. A small smile caught on Frankie’s lips, warmth spreading across his chest. “Man, and she’s good with the kid. You oughta keep this one.”

Frankie’s family wasn’t mean–they’d never given him too much shit for what had happened to him, for what he’d done, at least not to his face and certainly not to his mother’s, for they wouldn’t even be there if they had. But he’d gotten good at understanding people’s double meaning, at hearing the light shift in their voices. You oughta keep this one, not like the last one, or all the others before.

“Thanks, Nic,” he sighed–across the garden, Camila tilted her head as she looked at him. She quirked up an eyebrow, and he was quick to shoot a smile in her direction, the slightest shake of his head at her silent question.

“Fine, too, your girl,” he continued, clearly not put off by Frankie’s lack of trying at keeping up the conversation. “Young face, pity for the grays–I mean, she could always dye it,” he shrugged, before grinning and elbowing Frankie in the side, making him turn fully towards him, his lips pressed in a thin line as he inhaled deeply. “Although I’m sure she makes up for it plenty in–”

“Listen, Nicky–” he exhaled sharply, the sentence dying on his lips when he felt a hand brush up his back, from the lower side up–his shoulders sagged slightly, leaning towards Camila’s touch as she settled at his side.

“Sorry,” soft-voiced, she pulled his cousin’s perplexed gaze towards her, too. “I need to borrow Frankie for a moment–Alba spilled some juice on my dress and I could really use the help before it stains.”

“Oh, of course,” Nic cleared his throat, stepping back, his gaze flickering from one to the other–shy, all of a sudden. Frankie almost rolled his eyes, held in check only by Camila’s hand sliding into his, gently pulling him along.

“Alba wasn’t drinking anything,” he murmured, his head bowed slightly as they walked back inside the house. She shrugged lightly, then looked over her shoulder as she smiled–quick and amused, making him scoff. “Mila–”

“Just come with me for a moment,” she retorted before he could finish forming the protest. “Alba’s with Santiago and your mom, it’s alright,” she added as he went to speak again, walking past the kitchen and living room.

“I’m still not sure why he’s here,” Frankie muttered, making her chuckle and pull him slightly closer as she reached the stairs–he placed the glass on the closest surface at hand.

“According to him, he’s included in the family for the family reunion,” he got closer each step, his now free hand coming up to brush her hip. “Don’t get ideas, Morales,” she added, giving a delicate slap to the back of his hand.

“You’re the one getting me away from the rest of them,” he retorted as she pulled them both inside the bathroom–to which he arched an eyebrow, as if that was proof of his point even before she turned the key. “Really difficult to not get any ideas now,” Camila laughed, shaking her head before turning fully to face him, eyebrows slightly arched. “What?”

“Out with it,” she said simply, resting her hands on the countertop of the sink behind her back. Frankie frowned slightly, stepping closer again–she tipped her chin up to look at him, her gaze soft.

“With what?”

“You’ve been jumpy all day,” she told him, voice as soft as her eyes, and he wondered if he was truly that obvious or she simply knew him so well. “Your family is not so bad, you know? I mean, Nicky is–” she let the sentence hang, mouth turned in a grimace.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he sighed, and she shifted the weight on one hand to reach for his face with the other, cupping his cheek.

“You don’t have to apologize, honey,” she hummed, thumb brushing along the apple of his cheek, warm from the sun. “I like them–by now somebody in my family would’ve started a fight for sure,” she added with a quick grin that made him scoff out a laugh, gaze lowered. “But they’ve all been nice,” he must’ve tensed up again, because she tilted her head to try and meet his gaze. “Is that it?”

“No, it’s–I’m glad they are, it’s just–” her hand moved down across his cheek and jaw, pushing underneath his chin to get him to look up at last. “It’s nothing. Nicky said some shit, and he talked about me having an actual girlfriend or something,” he scoffed, gaze darting away and back–behind her, he saw their reflection in the mirror, her hair shifting with the movement of both her arms shifting up.

“Frankie, sweetheart,” her words carried her soft smile as she took his cap off, putting it aside because she held his face in her hands, looking at him with such tenderness in her eyes he almost crumbled in front of her, hands twitching at his sides. “So what?”

“I don’t know,” he groaned softly, eyes shut for a longer moment before letting out a long sigh. “We just never discussed it, and people keep bringing it up, and I didn’t want to pressure you or–” when he looked at her again, her lips were parted, brows knitted tightly with perplexity as he repeated, “I don’t know.”

“Pressure me?” her confusion bled into her voice, her touch getting a little hesitant for a moment–if he were to look past her head and into the mirror, Frankie would register the guilt in his gaze. Instead, he only noticed the realization dawn in her eyes. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry–I kept thinking I would bring it up and then never did and I was worried it would be too much, or too early,” he shifted back a little, her hands falling to his shoulders.

“Wait, so this is because he called me your girlfriend?” she asked, a little baffled. At his little nod, a quick laugh escaped her, and she pushed herself towards him. “Frankie, honey, we’ve lived together for two months,” she smiled as she said it.

“I know,” she locked her hands behind his neck, pulling him slightly closer in the process, fingertips pushing at the nape of his neck. “I just didn’t want to assume,” she laughed again, a little louder, and Frankie frowned once more, pouting slightly. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not, I promise I’m not,” she said quickly, getting herself closer, though still laughing. “I’m sorry, just–I thought there was nothing to discuss. You’re it for me?”

“You–” he was still frowning, a little deeper, and she let one hand move from the back of his head up across his face, gently kneading the spot between his eyebrows where lines were etched. “You’re still laughing. Camila–”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, unable to help herself as she shook her head through the laughter turned giggles, shifting her body weight so she was leaning against his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, keeping her upright and ducking his chin to keep his gaze on her face, the lines at the corner of her eyes deepening as her smile widened. “Why would you worry about that, honey?”

“You told me you thought you’d jumped in too fast with that guy,” he’d been that guy for months now, no longer Jason–Camila found some amusement in it, her nose scrunching up.

“I did,” she nodded, bringing a hand to his chest while the other still cupped the back of his head. “But you’re not him, and I’m no longer 20-something, so I’d like to think I’ve wised up,” Frankie sighed, carefully lowering his head towards her. “Then again, I’ve moved in with you after–what, eight months? So maybe–”

“Mila,” he groaned in half-complaint, making her laugh again before she tipped her chin up, kissing him in full. He sighed again, the tension in his back melting away as her fingers brushed through his hair, the other palm pressed firmly against his heart.

When she didn’t pull back, Frankie’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him and straightening his back to sweep her off her feet, taking the half step that separated them from the countertop to sit her there–he slotted himself between her legs, her back arching slightly as her lips parted for his tongue.

He kissed and kissed and kissed her until the rest of the world blurred away, until there was no Nicky or Jason, no Santi nor the rest of his family, just the two of them tangled together, sharing soft breaths and touches and the only thing grounding him was the weight of her against him, the shift of her body as he let his hands wandered back and thighs and legs, right underneath her dress.

“Are you gonna ask me, then?” she breathed out once they parted, heavy breaths from both of them and Frankie’s vision blurry for just a moment as he chased her, interrupted only by her soft words, the hint of laughter in them.

“What?” he licked his lips as if trying to cling onto the taste of her, fingers digging into her flesh. Her cheeks were red, bruised lips as she looked up at him while it all came back into vision for Frankie. “Is it–official?” her smile turned into a snort at the uncertainty in his tone, a shimmer in her eyes to highlight her amusement.

“You can do better than that, Francisco,” she murmured, mockingly, and he huffed out a breath as his lips quivered in a semi-pout. Camila leaned forward, kissing it away, but before he could chase her again she pulled back abruptly–one hand on his chest, the other falling behind her over the counter to support herself.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” he scoffed, letting his hands travel a little up across her skin, the skirt of her dress bunching up with the movement.

“Maybe,” she said with a light shrug, letting her hand travel down across his torso, lingering on each button–just teasing to undo them, Frankie’s eyes following the movement as his own fingers moved up and up. “You know what I’m going to say,” she murmured then, the tip of her first and middle finger hooking in his belt and pulling him forward ever so slightly, “ask.”

“I don’t need to ask,” he lowered his head towards hers, hooking his fingers at each side of her underwear–she squeezed her knees at his sides, humming softly as he pulled. “Do I?”

“Ask,” she repeated, lips still curved in an amused smile.

“Camila,” uttered as a warning before he kissed her again, a little harsher than before, almost feverish, pulling and pulling at her underwear that wouldn’t shift.

He could feel the laughter bubbling in her throat as she pushed against his lower stomach to make him step back, hopping down the counter to bare her lower half–Frankie kept his hands on her legs, her dress bunched up between the two of them, and slowly began lowering himself, ready to shift onto his knees in front of her.

“We don’t have time,” she mumbled against his lips, swiftly undoing his belt. “Later. Home.”

“Did you not tell me to not get any ideas?” his mocking question ended with a groan when she cupped her hand to his front, stroking his already half-hard length from above his briefs–his hips twitched into her touch, and he felt the grin forming on her lips at his immediate reaction.

“Ask me,” she replied instead, stroking him again.

Again, and again, until he was panting in her mouth, hips bucking with each movement–Frankie kissed her one more time before turning her around, her hands coming down against the counter for balance as he gently kicked her legs apart to slot himself closer, his still clothed front pressed against her back.

“I don’t have to ask,” he repeated, punctuating each word with a kiss to her neck, one hand to her hip as the other bared himself. Camila’s reflection smiled in the mirror, her head ducked as if hiding herself but not quite, as he pushed the tip of his length against the seam of her folds. “You’re my girl, aren’t you?” he murmured then against the shell of her ear.

Before she could form a response, her mouth fell open as he nudged at her entrance, slowly–agonizingly slow–starting to push into her. Her eyes rolled back and she nodded, soft gasps leaving her as she gripped the countertop, both of Frankie’s hands now on her hips, guiding her back to meet him.

“Look at you,” his gaze remained glued to the mirror as she tilted her head back towards him–her eyelids fluttered a moment, trying and failing to focus on their reflections as he kept going. “My beautiful girl,” another kiss to her neck, right behind her ear, making her shudder and rock her hips back. With a groan, his front pressed to her back as he sank fully inside her, he spoke against her shoulder, “mine.”

“’Course I am,” she panted, her thighs trembling slightly against his. “Yours,” at the word,  Frankie’s cock twitched, his grip on her hips tightening. “God–Frankie,” she moaned, back arching as her walls fluttered around him.

“Baby, you gotta keep quiet,” he mumbled, pushing forward so her hips were against the countertop, and he was leaning against her in turn. One arm wrapped around her middle to keep her flush to him, he let his other hand wander up across her torso, the fabric of her dress wrinkling underneath his touch.

“Thought you liked it when you could hear me,” her gaze flickered over their reflections, down to his rising hand and up to meet his eyes, a flush spreading from her heaving chest up and her lips slightly parted.

“Yes,” he shifted back, the slow drag of his length as he pulled out almost all the way making her breath quicken. “When I–” he snapped his hips forward, and Camila bit down onto her lip to keep herself from crying out, knuckles turning white as she gripped the counter a little harder, “can. Not the rest of the family.”

“We wouldn’t be here if that were a problem,” each word felt like it was punched out of her chest, Frankie’s movements steady, hitting a spot deep inside of her that had her vision wavering. “You enjoy the thrill, Francisco,” she added–not a question, rather her ability to read him so perfectly laid out in a tease.

And he did–he liked his life, his new one, with no drugs and very little alcohol, a steady, almost boring job, a home with the two halves of his heart, a bed with hogged blankets and slow nights. He loved that life–but sometimes he missed the rush, and Camila seemed to know exactly when he felt like he was starting to waver. Exactly what to do about it so that he wouldn’t topple over again, returning back to her each time.

“Fuck–don’t stop, don’t stop,” he’d gotten so lucky. He was so goddamn lucky.

The hand that had been traveling up her body moved up again, grabbing her by the chin to turn her head so that he could kiss her, and kiss her, and kiss her, swallowing each sound away as he picked up his pace, his hips snapping against her skin almost too loudly–and only spurring him further.

A shiver ran through her as Frankie stopped with one last thrust, his head falling into the crook of her neck as he came–he tightened his hold around her, keeping her flush to his front. Her walls fluttered around his length buried deep within her, a weak, frustrated cry leaving her at his sudden stillness–he breathed out a quiet laugh before pulling his head up, chin hooked over her shoulder as he brought two fingers to his mouth, coating his fingertips before reaching for the apex of her core.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” Camila’s pupils were wide, eyes glazed over as she let her head loll back and sighed at his perhaps-too-delicate initial touch. Each of Frankie’s words was accompanied by a soft kiss across her skin–cheek and jaw and neck, his gaze never leaving her face as he began drawing quick circles over her clit.

“Frankie,” with a breathless cry, she grasped at his arm still wrapped around her, holding her upright. He kissed her neck, humming at her sharp intakes of air with each of his movements.

“I know,” he could feel her muscles grow taut under his touch, her thighs shaking as she got closer and closer–he groaned when she squeezed around his length, sensitive and softening as she tethered the edge. “Come on, baby, I can feel you–so good, you feel so good, baby, you–”

Camila twisted her neck and kissed him abruptly, harsh and trembling as her orgasm rippled through her–she quietened herself, the loud moan muffled by Frankie’s own bruised lips. He drank the noise greedily, slowing down the movement of his fingers until she twitched in his hold and dug her fingernails into the arm she was holding onto, a weak whine as she went limp into his hold.

He pulled out slowly, another softer moan escaping her as she folded forward, hands coming down to the countertop with a shaky exhale and equally shaky arms. His gaze remained low a moment longer, following the slow trail of their combined releases dripping down her thighs, and then he bowed down, kissed the space between her shoulders softly from above her dress.

“You alright?” he spoke softly, hands rubbing soothing circles on her bare hips as she evened her breathing, head hanging forward. She hummed quietly, rolling her shoulders back.

“I just need a minute,” she nodded, bringing her head upright again and wincing slightly. “Jesus–maybe two minutes,” she sighed, and Frankie chuckled softly, another kiss pressed against her shoulder as he tucked himself back in.

“Turn around,” he guided her by the hips tenderly, meeting her eyes for a brief moment in the mirror. “Let me clean you up.”

She hummed softly as she let him move her, leaning back again with her hands on the counter, her breath now even as Frankie recovered a clean towel from underneath the sink, turning on the water and waiting for it to turn lukewarm. Camila’s eyes remained on him as he moved, eyelids low and a tired half smile stretching across her lips.

He sank to the floor in front of her, gently brushing the towel up between her thighs, one hand on her calf rubbing circles with his thumb again against her skin, gentle and soothing. He helped her get dressed back up, smoothing down the skirt of her dress and pressing one last kiss to her now clothed hip before standing back up, mere inches from her.

“Promise me something,” she wrapped her arms around his middle, threading her arms underneath his. Frankie lowered his gaze to her still slightly flushed face, a small frown crossing his brow. “You’re gonna ask me whatever it is that crosses your mind, anything you want to–even if it’s something as banal as is my hair alright,” her fingers curled against his back, gently bringing him closer.

Frankie sighed, cupping her jaw in his hands before nodding–small movements, getting closer to leave a delicate peck against her lips.

“Promise,” he conceded, voice a little hoarse as he kept it low. “We should head back–you okay?” she nodded, mimicking his quick kiss before detangling herself from him and stepping aside, reaching for the door. “Wait, Mila,” he caught her hand as she unlocked the door, her gaze a little perplexed when she turned back around. “Is my hair alright?”

Camila laughed, a light roll of her eyes as she reached for the cap left on the countertop, putting it back on his head and pulling it low over his brow–he grinned in return, tipping his head back to keep his gaze on her.

“Better,” she nodded, wrinkling her nose before opening the door.

He pulled her under his arm once they were into the corridor, fixing his cap as she wrapped one of her arms around him again, bumping her hip with his while they stepped forward–and stopped at the stairs creaking, Santi’s head popping up with a deep frown that vanished as soon as he saw them.

“Ah, there you are–Alba’s been asking for you,” the other man said, looking at Camila, then made a face, somewhere between a pout and a grimace, muttering, “for some reason. Also, is it me or has Nicky gotten worse?” this he asked Frankie, his expression turning into a full scowl. His gaze then darted from one to the other, still tangled together, and surely somewhat guilty-looking–Camila’s face was still reddened, Frankie’s shirt slightly wrinkled, their hair just about messed up. Santi groaned, full on rolling his eyes. “Seriously? Gross.”

Camila laughed, loud and amused, leaving a rapid kiss to Frankie’s shoulder before sliding from under his arm, keeping her own open as she advanced towards Santi.

“Come here,” she said at his mock disdain, reaching for him. “Come on, Garcia–give me a kiss.”

“No, I don’t know where that mouth has been,” he argued, trying to step away and back down the stairs. Camila all but leaped for him, laughing again and throwing her arms around him–he quickly got his arms around her, too, keeping them both upright with a huff of protest as she smacked a kiss against his cheek. “Fish, will you keep your girlfriend in check?”

Frankie just watched them, the quick, purposefully sloppy kisses she peppered across his face from the upper step, his twisted expression as he tried to pull away but couldn’t make a move–they both knew it was an over-dramatization on Pope’s part, that he’d been basking in the affection Camila reserved for them all.

With one last kiss to Santi’s forehead–loud and possibly even sloppier, making him groan in protest–she skipped away with a laugh and a gentle pinch to his arm, one last glance in Frankie’s direction from above her shoulder with a wide grin across her reddened cheeks before walking down the stairs.

“What, no not my girlfriend?” Santi muttered, running a hand across his face before looking back up at Frankie–his gaze somewhat lost towards where Camila had gone.

“No, not this time, actually,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Oh, thank God,” Santi exclaimed, lifting his hands. “Seriously, fucking finally!”

Frankie had gotten used to sleeping as close to Camila as he could get–whether she was curled up in his arms, her back pressed against his front, or her body draped across his, it was rare for them to roll on opposite sides of the bed.

Mostly because she still hogged most of the covers, and Frankie would wake up in the middle of the night with half of himself exposed to the room, and she would then complain his hands were cold when he sought out her warmth.

He didn’t mind it one bit–each excuse he could find to feel her skin under his hands, to wake up and know she was still there, would be enough to make him withstand anything.

And he always woke up first, taking a few moments before her alarm would go off to look at her sleeping, relaxed face, hair braided back and away, eyelids trembling as she seemed to be following her dreams, lips slightly parted to let out soft huffs of air–he would pepper her skin in quick, delicate kisses as soon as she turned off the alarm, tightening his arms around her.

But the alarm didn’t sound that morning, and when he glanced over her shoulder to where the clock was he sat up so quickly the whole room spun, dragging the covers with him before turning towards the already curling up woman, her face twisting in a still-asleep frown.

“Mila, we overslept,” he called, gently shaking her by the shoulder. She groaned softly, burying her face into the pillow. “Mila,” he tried again, and she turned in his direction.

“You overslept,” she protested, bringing a hand up to rub her eyes. “I have the day off,” she added in a mumble, head heavy on the pillow and exposing the sleep lines on her opposite side of the face. “Did you not set an alarm again?”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, leaning in to press his lips to hers as he brought the covers back up over her while simultaneously sliding off the bed. “I didn't–you know I usually rely on you.”

“And that is twice you’ve made that mistake,” she mumbled, her eyelids drooping again, ever so slowly. Frankie scoffed, quick steps around the room as he searched blindly for some clothes. “I’ll take Alba to daycare, it’s alright.”

“Are you sure? You can go back to sleep,” he was still rummaging through the closet as he spoke, and suddenly the light was on and he could see the shirts hanging in front of him.

“I’m up already,” Camila groaned softly, and turning around he saw her sitting up, rubbing at her eyes again as she suppressed a yawn. Frankie’s expression softened as she kicked her legs off the bed, lingering there a moment with her head tilted forward slightly. “Go finish getting ready, I’ll make us some coffee.”

Frankie grabbed a shirt before turning around, padding across the room to reach her–he tipped her head back gently, hooking one finger underneath her chin before kissing her. Camila hummed softly, her eyelids fluttering open and shut and open again when he pulled back, thumb brushing along her jaw.

“See? I knew it’d be convenient for you to move in,” she snorted at his grinning remark, pushing him back with both her hands on his chest before getting up the bed, stretching as Frankie kissed her again, lips just at the corner of her mouth.

He passed by the living room once he was dressed, Alba sitting on the couch with her morning cartoons playing, hair still ruffled by the night–her breakfast was waiting on the coffee table, along with Camila’s empty mug.

“Morning, nena,” he murmured, placing a kiss to the top of her head. The child moved her legs, bouncing her feet and smiling and looking up at her dad. “Are you waiting for Mila?”

“Ma!” voice laced with sleep, Alba nodded, eyes squinting as she smiled. Frankie chuckled, ruffling her hair before heading towards the kitchen, leaving her to the images on the screen.

It was a new development, ma–an imitation of Frankie, of possibly the other children at daycare. The beginning of a word that signified much more for them both. The three of them, actually. Frankie’s doubts had dwindled with one single word, and he had started to tell her truly what went through his mind (almost everything).

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” he murmured as he walked up to her at the sink, one hand falling to her hip as he reached for the travel mug she was already offering him with the other. She smiled in the reflection of the mirror, taking the moka pot from the turned off stove. “I’ll set an alarm next time, I promise.”

“Heard that one before,” she chuckled, bumping her shoulder into his front as she gently leaned back into his half-hazarded embrace. “Go on now, before you’re late.”

“Thank you,” he kissed the curve of her neck–a peck, really, quick and non-committal. “I love you,” he added then, stepping back.

Camila’s head straightened abruptly, the sleep seemingly still clinging to her leaving her all of a sudden, and in the reflection he saw her eyes widen ever so slightly.

He told her almost everything.

Until that moment. He wasn’t sure he’d fully woken up just yet.

“Alright, bye,” he said just as quickly, a little louder, walking away before she could even begin turning around. Alba babbled for him from the couch and he went on, holding his breath through the corridor and entrance, down the steps and across the front yard until he reached the car.

Only then did he exhale, heavy and almost too loud as he leaned his head forward towards the steering wheel, almost hitting his forehead to the honk in the process, a soft groan abandoning him. I love you. Alright, bye.

“For fuck’s sake–” he muttered, bumping his head against the wheel again. “Alright, bye?” he grimaced. He jumped in his seat at the quick knocking against the window, pulling his head straight quickly and turning around, gripping the mug tighter to not topple it. “What–”

Camila stood next to the car, hair wild around her now that it was unbraided as she gestured at him to lower the window, bouncing ever so slightly on the spot. With a slight frown he did as she asked, and before he could form the question she was leaning into the car, grabbing him by the collar of the shirt to pull him closer and kiss him.

Frankie’s body relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut as he shifted in the seat and brought his free hand to her shoulder–he could feel her lean closer and closer, her torso sticking inside the car as she used his shirt as leverage and kissed him, kissed him, kissed him.

“I love you too,” she gasped, pulling back. Though his gaze was unfocused and he felt slightly breathless, dizzy, he managed to make out the shape of her body draped over the car door, legs dangling and the shirt of her pajama riding slightly across her back. “I thought you heard me already–a while ago.”

“What while ago?” he muttered, still a little dazed. He would think about her smile for the rest of the day, distracted out of his mind.

“I was talking with Alba, she couldn’t sleep,” the tip of her thumb brushed the side of his neck, right where his pulse was stuttering rapidly. “Telling her how much you love her–and I love her, and you,” she murmured, still leaning close, the tip of her nose almost brushing his.

“Well you didn’t tell me,” he could feel the pout on his mouth that seemed to only pull her smile wider. “I just thought–” she kissed him quickly this time, pulling back before he could register it, return it.

“Always a bad idea, honey,” she quipped, her eyes shimmering ever so slightly. “I told you, Frankie–you can tell me anything. Everything.”

“I know,” he sighed with mock defeat, leaning towards her until he was the one resting against the car door and she could touch the ground again, his head sticking out of the window. “Everything?” he asked then, looking up at her once she straightened.

“Yes,” she let her hand shift so it was cupping his jaw, thumb pushing gently into his cheek.

“You keep stealing the covers,” he whispered it, like it was a secret, and after the moment of initial shock Camila laughed. As she laughed, he turned his head to kiss her wrist, the heel of her hand, her palm, words murmured against the soft skin there– “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she repeated–she’d repeat it over and over from then on, whispered close to his ear or shouted from across the house when either one or the other left for the day, mumbled before falling asleep and just awoke. It’d always have the same effect on Frankie. “But I’m cold, so I’m not giving up the covers.”

“I know you’re not,” he chuckled, taking her hand in his to turn it around and kiss her knuckles, too. “I’ll just have to stick close, then.”

She hummed in assent, squeezing his hand in hers before leaning one last time, the kiss too brief for both their tastes–if it were up to them, that’d be where they’d spend the whole day, just as close to each other as they could get.

“I’ll see you later,” she said instead.

Frankie remained in the driveway a moment longer, watching as she ran back inside–still barefoot, a light skip in her step, and one last look over her shoulder towards him.

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[klawsfangs]

What a relationship with Klaus Mikaelson would include:

-Ok so obviously Klaus is really protective given his many enemies and he would literally do anything to keep you safe.

-Sometimes that can be exhausting since him beeing overprotective will probably end up with him not wanting you to go anywhere without him.

-that also includes : You want to go to a party with your friends? Cool klaus surprisingly has time too. You want to go to a concert of your favorite artist? How nice klaus also really likes the artist and yes he would love to go to this concert with you. You wanna go out to the bakery to get a cake? ,,don't stress yourself love, I will pick it up for you"

-so be prepared that he will pretty much follow you everywhere or makes sure that you don't even leave the house.

-even tho after some time it can start to get annoying you know that he only does that because he loves you sm and is scared to be without you

-let's discuss that "scared" topic a bit more. Klaus isn't really one to show his emotions and feelings. So when he opens up to you, you can be certain that you really are important to him.

-Once you gained his trust, which will be a hard and long way, he will literally talk to you all the time. His enemies tried to do that. His siblings annoyed him with that. He killed that person because of that.

-you will soon learn that he talkes about it sm because he wants to be understood. He wouldn't want you to be afraid of him or mad because of the things he does. He wants you to know his reasoning behind his actions so that you won't leave him.

-but if he does soemthing that really upsets you oh lord he would stop at nothing to earn your forgiveness. From your favorite flowers till a big vacation to your favorite country.

-we all know that klaus is soemone with MUCH pride so he isn't soemone that would normally beg. But if he really messed up then he would even get on his knees for you for sure. After all this man is completely wiped for you.

-He would do just about anything if you asked him too. Backstage tickets for your fav event? This new restaurant that just opend? This island that you really wanna travel to? Please he's klaus freaking mikaelson, he already booked and bought all of that for you.

-which brings us to our next topic. Gifts. Now this man knows how to give gifts. He know all your desires and wishes even tho you might never told him. One sparkling in your eyes when you look at soemthing? Well he knows what to give you to Christmas then.

-he has access to things and clothes you could only dream of. 1000 years of collection pays off. He will always have just the perfect present for you at hand. And he will always be happy to spoil you with them.

-When it comes to spoiling he really knows no end. Just this little things like your favorite flowers or the new book that you wanted will be daily received by you from him. But it can also be much bigger things like the car you always dreamed of. And if you want to go shopping well he his money is yours so don't even think about using your own money.

-how ever even tho all this things sound nice, there are some things that will also be unavoidable when you date nik.

-you will for sure get kidnapped by his enemies from time to time. Yes klaus will always get you back and protect you but still that can leave damage on you. You're in danger of getting anxiety, trust issues, panic attacks and other unpleasant things. After all kidnapping is not soemthing you just forget about, especially not when it happens often and not just once.

-You will get dragged into the Mikaelson family drama. No way around that🤷‍♀️ So believe me when I tell you it will never get bored with them. You will get involved in fights that aren't yours and you will not be able to get out of all of that easily.

-klaus however always tells you that he can send you away till the fight is over or that you will stay at the compound the whole time. He would never be disappointed or mad at you if you choose to not fight. He will always be there for you to comfort you and protect you when you need him and he will never drag you to things you don't want.

-in general he would never be disappointed in you. You broke his car? ,,it's okay my love I'm not mad, I will just buy me a new one" You accidentally failed the task he gave you?,, no need to be angry with yourself sweetheart, we will just do it together tomorrow" God you could even lose the damn white oak stake and he still wouldn't be really angry at you. Sure he would be a bit tensed and mad but he would never let that out on you.

- klaus is also surprisingly willing to cuddle with you. He will always want to make sure that you are warm, safe and comfortable. And where is a better place for that than in his arms?

-it doesn't matter if he's spooning you, if you lay your head on his chest or if you are fully on top of him as long as he can hold you in some way. Soemtimes if he had a bad day or soemthing he would even be the one coming to you for cuddles and not you coming to him. But psst don't tell anyone🤫

-In general klaus is really needy when if comes to your touch and attention. He can't stand when you even look at someone else. Poor boy wants to feel loved cause he never felt that before.

-he will always have a hand on you. Either its him holding your hand. Or his hand is on your tight. Or he will also often put his hand on the small of you back or around your hips.

-and if someone even dares to touch you or look at you the wrong way. Oh God stand that person by. He will probably be dead by night.

-all and all klaus is a really protective boyfriend who would stop a nothing for you. He will always shower you with love and be there for you when you need him the most.

-You are his light just as much as he is yours.

I will probably gonna do another part for the more nasty stuff😉

Goodnight everyone🤍

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[the-real-eminem]

Could you please write more about Midousuji Akira😭😭?? I love him so much and it hurts so much that there is NO content with him😭

HI!!! so I actually saw this ask a few days ago and went "omg!! good idea!!" then completely forgot 🩷

BUT THEYRE HERE NOW!!!

these might be a little basic, I rlly need to start writing the more interesting ones down when I get them AND IF I REMEMBER I WILL SHARE THOSE ASWELL!! but here tú go 🩷🩷

- If you happen to catch Midousuji's attention, one of two things will happen:

-one, he's not gonna be happy about it. He's cut away anything and everything unnecessary for his one goal: Victory... and now here you are, here to ruin what he's worked so hard to build. He wishes he was more upset. he wishes that he felt nothing but disgust when he looked at you, instead of the nervous butterflies of his stomach.

-two, obsessed. He would 100% percent be a yandere in the right condition. But like in the first scenario, he still hates you and blames you for the fact he likes you. That being said. He'll give you preferential treatment, and lots of it. He wants you close, unsure of why, but he knows he wants it. Every conversation you have with someone else is cut short by snippy passive aggressive interruptions— and you can only apologize for his behavior so much before the other person gets sick of him.

- would not be a yandere that kills ppl (duh). But you know what he's VERY good at? blackmail and tailing. Anyone who shows a sliver of interest in you WILL be extensively researched, all just so he knows the best way to keep them out of your life, and his in yours. He runs a club of first years who will do anything to gain his approval, why not have one tail the person and tell him their every action? (he did it for each inter high, and your no less important to him)

-once he has you... he has zero idea what to do. He's still nervous, now more than ever. he's confused— what changed? he has you now... why haven't these feelings stopped? He's used to the empty feeling he gets after he wins a race, he's used to a high that dies down— but... you're not going anywhere, he feels the same twist in his stomach when he looks at you.

-It all comes to a head when you first show him your affection. Whether it be a kiss, a hug, or just saying "I love you". When it happens he feels it again. A rush of yellow warmth in his chest that he hasn't felt since the hospital. the feeling that only comes it faint doses when he's first at the finish line. But it's back, and it's strong.

- His response is slow, but intense. Now whenever he does somthing nice for you (which you've noticed- he's been doing A LOT lately) he waits for praise, another "I love you" , another kiss another hug. The feelings of yellow don't come in short lived doses like they used to anymore– its constant when he's around you, overbearing.

-Its worth mentioning: he's still an asshole to you, but this time with good intentions. The name calling and picking on you gets worse, but actually, his interaction with you OVERALL is changing. He talks to you most out of anyone he has in his life. He's mean to you- but he'd tell you things he'd never tell anyone else. He doesn't even realize how open he is around you, he talks to you without thinking about what he's even saying. Whether it be offensive (usually is, it's him) or somthing floating around in the back of his head.

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[maleyanderecafe]

Don't Look (Visual Novel)

Created by: CrypticFingers

Genre: Horror

This game actually does have a kickstarter now, and the premise is very sinister. It might include polyamory in the future considering how the kidnapper's mind works. The demo itself is mostly dependent on the voice acting, which I think works very well. There is now character designs for at least two of the characters you meet, though there will be a total of three when the game comes out. You can get more information on it here on @dontlookvn if you are interested.

Don't Look starts out with the MC blindfolded and brought to the basement by a person named Zach. The MC has the option to be nice or mean and depending on the answer, will allow Zach to either treat them better or worse. Zach nicknames the MC "little moth", giving them some mac and cheese to eat and giving them time to settle in with the others. Its here where we meet Chester, another person that Zach has kidnapped. Chester talks about what Zach is like: how he's kidnapping people to figure out who will be their best partner, how disobedient people get punished or killed and how Zach will treat his captors the way he gets treated, with either respect if the MC is kind or disrespect if the MC is cruel.

During Day 2, Zach comes back to feed, hydrate and give blankets to his captors. After the meeting, the MC can go and search around the place, finding pipes to possible break their blindfold, arsenic that's hidden inside of the cabinet and talking (or cuddling) with Chester.

If the MC is nice to Zach, he will be nice in return, praising the MC and giving them things that they need. Being nice to Chester will allow the two to get closer and even kiss and gain a code. If the MC is cruel to Zach, he will strangle the MC and refuse to give them a blanket, and there is an option to attemptively break the blindfold, however, this leads to the MC being impaled in the eye.

While the game is still in it's demo state, I do think that it does a good job with the aspect of horror and uncertainty through the fact that we don't actually get to see the characters, but only hear them. (I mean, you can see what they look like on the game's home page, but not in the game itself). The concept of having someone kidnap a bunch of people to find out which one (or ones) will be their partner is pretty interesting, and it gives a good sense of what it feels like to be kidnapped in a unfamiliar situation and what you have to do to survive (or gain the good wishes of your captor). I really do like the concept of not being able to see any of the characters since it gives them an air of mystery and uncertainty, plus it's something I haven't really seen done before. Zach as a yandere seems to be conditional on the people who he chooses, though it is clear that he's not killing them for fun but rather to pick off who he thinks isn't a possible suitor. In this case, it probably would be possible to see Zach marry a bunch of different suitors, thus leading to possible polyamorous endings (assuming we are allowed to keep everyone else alive). There might also be an option to band up and get rid of him, which would be a interesting route as well.

Chester is very cute, but it does make me a bit suspicious of him. It's possible that he's the type to cry wolf if the MC attempts to hurt him or otherwise escapes (similar from Ren in the first BTD game, if you know what I'm talking about). We also aren't sure we can fully trust him either, since it's possible that Chester and Zach might be kahoots with each other or even possibly that Chester is the actual big bad of this game. There does also seem to be a third character that we have yet to see, but it's hard to tell what his personality is like since we know very little about him. Hopefully, Chester continues to be lovable and will attempt to help us out, but it's hard to know without still having some suspicion on him.

Overall, I think the game has a very interesting premise and concept so far and it did fairly well on it's kickstarter. I am curious to see how the game will go and what kind of horror type concepts it will implore.

#don't look #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #ongoing #visual novel

[rev3rb]

Hey again. Just read the latest chapter, and umm idk how to feel. It was nice to get some more insight into Ferid and see how even as a teen he was always just ~ like that™️. But, I’m a bit taken aback by the implication that Crowley might be Ferid’s reincarnated brother?? Bc to me it read like that was either the 440th person he killed or 440th time he killed his big bro. And knowing Ferid, 440 does not seem like a high enough body count. But idk maybe the brother flashback isn’t related to Crowley at all and is just used to establish a pattern? Regardless, rip to Crowley, Chess, and Horn.

Plot relevant things aside young prince Ferid with his classic ponytail bow was adorable, still unhinged, but also pretty adorable.

I get that. Personally I'm kinda angry about it.

You're right in that it was nice to get some insight into Ferid, but I don't know if that was worth the trade off of what we got. What the HELL do you mean that named characters that were prominent at one point (even if it wasn't THAT prominent) got killed OFF SCREEN with no indication that this was the case up until now. I would probably be fine about it if we'd had ANY foreshadowing about it, but no. Instead they disappeared without explanation and then are just declared dead. Their disappearance didn't even ring as that weird since Ferid, and therefore Crowley since he's following him around, are up to things that aren't popular with the majority of the vampire population. I remember mentioning that they hadn't shown up in a long time semi recently in one of these, but the reason I hadn't harped on it as much as someone like Narumi is bc they disappeared at a natural point instead of in the middle of the arc. I'm getting side tracked though. Ultimately, this felt INCREDIBLY dumb and a bit like Kagami just wanted to kill them off since he had no further purpose for them. If you're going to do that, at least HINT that the fact that they haven't shown up in a bit is weird. I just. oooough. I'm talking in circles. But yeah. Imagine if this happened to Rene and Lacus too :) (likely won't since Lacus has that whole thing with Yoichi).

I also find it annoying that Crowley was killed with so little fanfare. I get that it's because of the whole vampires have no feelings thing, but still. It's just insane to kill a character who has been around for so much of the story like that. It really makes Crowley come off as a plot device for Ferid's story rather than anything of real importance outside of that. Without the added context from the Mikaela light novel spin off (which reminder, still hasn't been finished) he feels like there's just so little going on with him other than his relationship with Ferid. Don't get me wrong. I think Crowley is a fun character, which is why I think this is just doing him so dirty. Was I asking for some drawn out fight between him and Ferid before he was killed? No, not really. I just find the situation of Ferid killing him off at all kinda dumb. idk. I have no suggestions about what I'd like to see. It just... wasn't that. Maybe I'll feel better about it later if his death is revealed to be more plot relevant.

ANYWAYS! I better move on before I'm here all night. ...Okay but last thing. YET A FUCKING GAIN we're jumping from one subject to another JUST to draw out some reveals and give us more questions. I'm going to pull my hair out lol. I really shouldn't be surprised that the second Shinoa starts diving into The First's memories we flip to this scene. I have a bit of a feeling that it's because she's going to learn what the audience already knows, but I just don't get why that wasn't lumped into the previous chapter. Would have felt much better if we'd just started this chapter with Ferid and Crowley. I guess page count could have factored in but... just feels like maybe you could have cut down some of the last chapter to make space for this. Ah... but maybe I'm just being a hater at this point. Anywho...

I too was wondering if that was the implication, but yeah, the number tripped me up. That DOES seem too frequent to be his brother, so I'm also wondering if that's the number of people he's killed. Yes, it seems a little low, but maybe that's people he's killed with a specific purpose in mind. Ones that tie into that rebirth mentality he has going on here. I'm sure we'll find out eventually. It does seem like we need more context to figure out what it is exactly Ferid is doing. Maybe he IS just killing people because he feels like it's time for them to go, but you'd think that he wouldn't bother to count them. Who knows.

Okay, maybe I'm just imagining it but I SWEAR we'd seen a younger Ferid design before at SOME point, but for the life of me, I can't remember where. Something about him talking about how he was a Mikaela candidate too or something like that? I bring it up to say that I swear we've seen a Ferid design somewhat similar to this before, but regardless, you're right. It is nice to see that design and that he really doesn't seem to have changed much over the years. Vampirisim apparently didn't change him.

#Owari no Seraph #OnS 134 spoilers #Ons 134 #Crowley Eusford #Ferid Bathory #Anonysis asks #My posts #Owari no Seraph spoilers

[eldritch-spouse]

you did mention before in other replies that Santi is very hostile towards other concubi. i enjoy reading those cuz my brain conjures up the most ridiculous scenarios where Santi's literally chasing off a concubus or having a cat fight with one, and wanted to send an ask of my own.

what if Santi's obsession was a demon or a different monster that's half-concubus? or even a human with concubus heritage, if that's even possible at all in your world.

let's say that the half-concubus is neither competitive nor confrontational, so when Santi makes it clear that he won't tolerate competing for "food", they back off without a fuss and choose to hunt somewhere else. maybe they wander back to The Clergy on occasion simply out of curiosity (and mayyybe they're a bit lonely, wanting someone to talk to and not always for the purpose of fucking), but they always make it known to Santi that they have no interest in taking any of his clients. they try not to cause any trouble, but sometimes they can't help eyeballing some of The Clergy members if they didn’t get their fill before stopping by.

with that all said...what if the other monster boys were obsessed with a concubus/half-concubus s/o?

specifically Morell, Gallon, Belo, Ludwig, and Obie.

Not much would change in Santi's demeanor. He's old enough to sniff out half-breeds, and you're not weaseling past his radar. He's still going to be quite tense, and he'd rather let you starve than feed off one of his coworkers. You're more of a nuisance to him than anything, and he'll struggle to look past your nature to even consider getting to know you more as a person.

The thing with having a concubus/half-concubus partner isn't really discrimination, only one of the monsters you listed has conflicted feelings about demons, and that's Belo.

Belo, naturally, has been taught since youth that demons are corrupted scum and he should murder one whenever he's given the chance, because it equates to purifying the world, at least in the eyes of siadar. Belo was trained from youth for this, it's really hard to unlearn that, and he's only trying to because of his lord, who employs this wretched trash. Getting to tolerate Santi has already been a monumental effort in which he still falters to this day- Falling in love with a concubus will just about destroy Belo's cool. He's done, he checked out, he's going to stuff himself in his private room and have a meltdown over how worthless of an angel he is. Then he's going to address you as if you robbed him. It's not a pretty ordeal.

There might be a little bit of hesitation on Morell's side. Bernice and Harvey were raised with very distinct values, and one of them is that you should always be alert around demons no matter how nice they seem (which isn't all that wrong, when you consider that most are mischievous, to varying degrees). Morell serves and converses with demons, and he doesn't feel any particular disdain for Santi- But wanting one is different. More intimacy, more vulnerability. It's safe to say the mushroom will start doing some research and keep his Piglet under his thumb at all times. Trust is gained slowly.

Gallon is entirely ambivalent to your nature as a demon and shares no preconceived ideas that you're "to be avoided/harmed". He'll approach you in much the same way he would any other person, though always a little more careful, given that depending on your power, you can render him pliant easily under the right circumstances. He treats this like an exciting game, and deep down, he kind of wants you to prey on him a little.

Ludwig and Obie are the most ready to accept you. Your nature means nothing to them, as they've met and interacted with many a concubus in the Common Rings of Hell. Both are proud and happy to be you, just as they would with any other type of monster/human.

The problem comes with the workplace and Santi. The incubus doesn't want competition at any cost, and you being in a relationship with one of his coworkers won't change that. To put it mildly, your relationship with him will always be tense, and your partner has been warned by both him and Admin to not let you eat in The Clergy unless you're specifically eating off the monster you're in a relationship with.

I wouldn't put Santi above several, petty attempts to drive you away. He just thinks you should take a hike already.

#Santi oc #Morell oc #Belo oc #Gallon oc #Ludwig oc #Obie oc

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

One thing about me: I like community. I like to make people feel at home and welcome, moreso if they make me feel the same.

About two years ago, the husband and I started a guild on Mobile Legends: Adventure. Gained little traction in english, so we decided to switch over to french and go recruit in those channels.

Nowadays, we're a thriving community of 50 people with very rarely an open spot. I befriended a few of these people and generally just enjoy watching them having fun (I'm guild leader, fyi).

Yesterday, I was chatting with one of our two Swiss players who asked a lot of questions about my writing. Not gonna lie: it made me feel sooooo good that she asked. I do crave attention (don't we all?). And with my plans to get some stuff ready to self-publish, I figured I'd talk about the first story I intend to release.

I narrowed the theme down to: Vampire guy struggles with trauma and ends up encountering a creature more dangerous than himself that ends up playing with his head.

Her response was, basically: that's different, usually Vampires are shown as supreme beings, so it's cool that this one'd get manipulated.

I had to take a mental double take on that. Because: I'm so used to my world that, for me, this sort of situation is like... normal. Vampires are apex predators to be sure, but there's still more dangerous things than them lurking about, and this guy happens to meet such a being (with reason). It never struck me that this story could be interesting just because it shows Vampires in a different light. I guess I can no longer tell if something is 'cool' or 'different' because, well, my nose has been stuck in Aeyuu for so long that it sometimes even affects my perception of RL normal (for example, blue is warm, red is cold, yes my brain sometimes thinks these colours are inverted irl in terms of temperature).

All this to say that it made me happy to hear her thoughts, happy in a way that goes beyond excitement. It's a wide, calm sort of happiness, mingled with hope, mingled with premature contentment that reading my stories might make other people happy (even if the themes tend to be dark and tragic XD). This is the feeling I've been hanging onto lately, to try and get past the utter anxiety and dread of self-pubbing something and it 1. getting hated 2. getting ignored.

In that line of thought, I've finally reached out to an editor (on PillowFort) and gotten the first reactions to this story yesterday. A lot of it is pertinent. It sure as hell drove my anxiety through the roof since, y'know, there was criticism in there... but I'm also glad to finally be taking yet another step forward. And I'm liking their style, be it a bit too brutal for me in places, but then they do see things that I've either overlooked, ignored, or that need a tad better wording to make the meaning/reason clear.

Additionally: today, I find I have 7 more followers on here. Which... wait, just, wow? How? And I check my notificiations and see: oh yeah, I reached out in a nice, encouraging, honestly-me way to people. Not gonna lie: much as that is my personality, I'm also still autistic, chronically tired, and some days I don't have the spoons to socialize, let alone to like people. But when the energy allows, I enjoy just going to the quiet places and leaving a friendly message. Creating a sense of: you belong with the community, too.

This said, I do have plans to 1. write a real writeblr intro sometime, 2. make feedback asks available. With my potential/likely editor not being a pro but someone like me who is self-taught and picks up instinctively on issues, I feel like this is something I want (and am allowed!) to give out in turn.

Creating community, y'know? And the world I want to see, which is a world where people are nice to each other, help each other out, but also get to have boundaries and see them respected without a 'no' turning into an argument or anything. Utopic to be sure, but what's wrong with having ideals?

[casp1an-sea]

Star Wars But Better Part 5

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(Meanwhile on a star of death somewhere in space. The following part is really simplified because I don’t care about it (FOR THE SAKE OF THIS STORY) and neither should you. JK I don’t care if you care about Alderan or not)

Tarkin: Bla bla bla tell us where the base is

Leia: No

Tarkin: Then I’ll blow up your family

Leia: You wouldn’t

(Revales they’re in front of her home world Alderan)

Tarkin: Hm think again

Leia: Fine, Dantoonie

(Tarkin blows up the hole planet)

Tarkin: You were lying. Go lock her up and plan execution.

(Back in the falcon Obi-wan sits down suddenly looking very sad)

Luc: What happened did someone’s Loth Cat Die?

Han: (Laughs) You know you might be annoying as Hell but you got  good humor kid.

Luc: I know I’m just cool like that!

Obi-wan: I just felt a disturbance in the force like millions of helpless people were crying out in pain, and then death.

Luc: Man I’m not sure I want this force thing.

Han: If you ask me It’s just nonsense.

Luc: Well I wasn’t asking you!

(3PO, R2, and Chewie are playing Dagerik (Basically space chess) R2 takes one of Cewies pieces and Chewie angrily growls)

C3PO: He made a fair move, there's no use screaming about it.

Han: Let him have it. It’s unwise to upset a wookie

C3PO: But sir nobody worries about upsetting a droid. (Yes he actually says this)

Luc: Wow 3PO, need to talk about something?

Obi-wan: When will we reach Alderan?

Han: Oh about two-hundred hours.

Obi-wan: Ah good, (Turns to Luc) that should give us sometime to begin your training!

Luc: Training? That sounds like work.

Obi-wan: It takes hard work to become a jedi.

Luc: But what’s in it for me?

Obi-wan: Well you shouldn’t become a jedi for personal gain but there are always perks, such as reading people's minds, and moving things without touching them.

Luc: Hmm… fine I’ll play your game but if it’s boring I quit.

Han: Reading minds? You seriously believe this is possible?!

Luc: I don’t know but if it’s a possibility might as well try right?

Han: Okay whatever kid.

Obi-wan: Do you have a remote

Han: Actually yes

Luc: Why would you need a remote

Han: I don’t know why I have it. (Points to helmet) I mean like why do I need this I don’t own a one man fighter.

Luc: So your a hoarder?

Han: No it’s just writing convenience

Luc: Sounds about right, (Turns to obi-wan) so what do i need to do with this remote?

Obi-wan: (Hand luc their saber) Block the blasts!

(Suddenly the remote starts blasting a Luc hitting them in the face)

Luc: (Ignites saber) Hey a warning would be nice!

Han: (Laughs) This is gonna be fun!

Luc: (glares at him and then gets shot again in the back) Okay I’ve had it with you! (Swings their lightsaber to cut the remote in half but Obi-wan uses the force to pull it away)

Obi-wan: No luc! Don’t give into your frustration!

Luc: Don’t tell me what to do!

Obi-wan: Put on the helmet. (Hands them the helmet Han had mentioned earlier.)

Luc: I said don’t tell me what to do (Does it anyway) Now what?

Obi-wan: Pull down the blast shield

Luc: (does that) Great advice now I can’t see

Obi-wan: Feel the air around you reach out with your mind and see the remote. Feel it.

(The room disappears and now all Luc can see is the remote the block every shot then the reach out their hand controlling the little robot with the force and making it shoot Han in the face)

Han: HEY!  What the hell!

Luc: That’s for laughing at me! (shuts down the lightsaber and throwing the helmet to the floor.)

(Chewie laughs)

Han: (To chewie) Yeah think that's funny? Maybe I should shoot you in the face.

Obi-wan: (To Luc) Jedi don't value revenge. You must learn to forgive and hold no grudges)

Han: I’m done with this Jedi nonsense. (Stands up and turns to leave) Trust me kid, hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match when you have a blaster by your side. (Pats his holstered gun and walks toward the cockpit) Hey chewie get up here looks like we're coming up on Alderan.

(Everyone piles into the cockpit)

Han: I said Chewie not everyone!

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[aeferkssr]

genshin impact vision headcannons !

i feel like the first vision i should talk about is electro. idk why its just that this element has me in some sort of fascination. anyways, i can proudly say off the bat that most electro users have a sort of shocking sense to them (pun intended). have you ever experienced just randomly touching someone and then the both of you fell a little shock? yeah, i feel like people blessed with electro9 visions would get this a little more often.

also, do you think that they can cook with their element? some trees are caught on fire because they got struck by lightning, so i wouldn’t be surprised if it couldn’t at least make it (slightly) edible. a certain electro user comes to mind when i say this.

imagine, he has had his vision for a while now and can almost fully control the power. then his stomach starts to rumble, so he goes out to hunt. when he does catch his gain, the rain starts to pour and he finds shelter. alas, there was no source to fuel a fire (or any to make one) so he had to eat the raw meat. 

now idk if he has eaten raw meat before, but for the sake of this headcannon lets pretend that he doesn’t. he has to find a way to cook the meat so he can eat it. then the idea struck him (pun not intended this time), he remembers how lightining would catch a tree and some sort of smoke would come from the tree. the tree smelt like fire. and since he has the power to create electricity at will, might as well give it a try.

lets just say, that it wasn’t unpleasant, but i was sort of painful. he learnt that way to always cook food with fire, not electro.

also, how do you think their aura is around people? as in, if they have some sort of intense emotion, be it in this case anger, you could feel the electro energy stinging your skin. not enough to cause serious damage, but enough to make you uncomfortable. maybe that’s why electro characters are sort of aloof in a way.

take a certain librarian for example, she seems to be fairly nice to people. she always has a welcoming smile on her face and a sultry tone of voice. (off topic but i would love to hear [REDACTED] in a french voice over!!!) she seems a bit lazy, if shes not dreading over her work and how boring it is, she can be found sleeping at her desk in the knights of favonious library.

but barbatos forbid you return a book late, the person will feel < or dare i say, the whole of mondstadt wil feel, her elecrifying energy. everyoner knows what its for, and quickly scurries to their homes, to see if they borrowed any books that they forgoit to bring back the day. 

and may all seven archons be with you if you find out that you\re the one with the late entry. at this point, you have two options: pray to celestia itself that you live to see another day, or come clean to her on your hands and knees. either way, she will get a kick out of it.

（´・｀ ）♡  ˖ 🦢 ་  ⩇ ʿ ⟢  

time for pyro! this is probably my favorite element because im a fire person. every game i play i have to have some sort of fiery red team member! speaking of fire, i think that pyro users are super warm! well, that's kind of a given since they literally channel pyro from heir bodies. but! i think that their kinda resistance to hot things and cold weather, a perfect adventuring element if you ask me!  speaking of high resistance to heat, i can imagine two scenarios where this quirk would come in handy!

you do need to build up some sort of fire immunity to be a chef, whether it would be to withstand the hot steam that bubbles from the pot as she cooks for her family restaurant, or to not jump when hot oil crackles onto your skin. it definitely comes in for a certain pyro chef! a pyro vision sure does come in handy for these situations, but she wanted to test its and her limits! 

throwing a quick bread mixture into the preheated over without gloves wasn’t that bad. she’s had oil burns that felt hotter than that oven, but it didn't click to her that when she takes the pastry out, the oven, and the dish, would be more than 10x hotter. however, ignorance is bliss, is it not?

the timer she set rand signaling that the bread was baked. she rushed to the oven and took down the door. heat blasted in her face along with the smell of freshly baked bread but it was something she was use to by now, the real experiment had started. 

she reached her hands into the oven and took out the fresh loaf and rested it on the table beside it. she smelt the bread and sighed because of its aroma. while she was admiring her work, her hands suddenly felt a strong burning sensation. she yelped and ran to the sink to rinse her hands under, the cool water soothing the burns for a while before she turned off the pipe. now, imagine if she wasn’t a a pyro user? she might have gotten burn marks on her heads, or worse, her hands might of burnt off meaning that she could never cook again! 

out second candidate would be a certain curly-haired red head. not only is he known across the city of freedom for his dashing looks, but for his fiery red hair. the way how it was charmingly curled at the ends and was kept in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, occasionally being tied up in a high ponytail while bartending for special events. he had to admit, it was a hassle to take care of.

the hair practically had a mind of its own the way how it kept tangling within itself. it would take hours trying to wash, dry and style his hair simply because of this fact. maybe he’s not using the right products? but he really wouldn't have anyone to ask about this since the only other person with similar locs was his late father. he could ask his brother, since they do have similar hair textures but for the sake of his sanity, he rather not do that. eventually, he ended up asking his head maid for advice, to which she recommended straightening it. 

she then proceeded to tell his about different hair styling products, ranging from regular flat irons to kinking irons. he tried to listen intently and understand what she was telling him but most of the information went through one ear and out the other. the only thing that he got from the head maid’s lecture was that he needed something to straighten his hair down.

eventually, he got what he needed (with much help from) he gets his product and tries to use it. in the attempt top cook his curls, he might not have successfully flat ironed his hair but he did break the flat iron. how was he suppose to know that it was locked closed? he used brute strength to try and open the tool and look at where that got him.

and the one part of his hair he did “successfully” straighten was done with a little bit, well, a lot of pyro and the two broken pieces of the iron. his hands got so red from holding on to the hot metal (since he broke it) that he just decided to scrap the idea altogether. he will just have to deal with having curly hair.

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[weird-dere]

My turn to ask about ur hubies >:3c

Do you think that ichigo shaves his pubic hair? Is there any random headcanons u wanna share of him? Things that arent mentioned or said in the anime/manga but u just feel like they r true?

What type of dad do you think ichigo is? Do you think he is more of a daddy girl? What do you think it woulded been if ichigo's mom was still alive? What woulded change and what not?

KITH 😚💕

I am laying down kicking my feet at the chance to talk about the love of my life <3. Thank u bby!! 💋💋💋

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Pubic hair tingz:

Ichi does shave his pubic hair, but he doesn’t shave himself bald. Just maintains it at a nice trim :3. I feel like when he’s younger he doesn’t let himself have a happy trail tho. Always shaves that away so all hair is contained in his boxers. But as he gets older he kinda just leaves it be and I am always kissing down it when we get intimate ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

He also loves whatever I am most comfortable with concerning my own pubic hair, which for me is at a trim or at full bush >:3. No bare coochie here lmao. Bro loves eating the kitty and seeing our mixed arousal on the hairs when he’s on top of me uwu.

Random Headcanons:

Tho he hates getting called the nickname ‘strawberry’ by literally anyone ever, he does love getting strawberry themed gifts for me. Plushies, stickers, treats, etc. If I have something strawberry themed, he prolly got it for me and everyone knows. It’s like his mark or signature almost lol.

Breakfast is his favorite meal, which is great for me as someone who doesn’t eat it a lot bc he makes sure I have something to start my metabolism day uwu.

Canonically he doesn’t like the rain. Hasn’t most of his life. But I like to think he finds hale very interesting.

Things not said in anime/manga but that just feel true

Bro does not grow a lot of body hair in general (meanwhile me, a Sasquatch 🧍🏾‍♀️). His skin is so smoooooove. Bro cannot grow a mustache or beard to save his life (but this is okay bc I prefer him without anyway). He still has to shave away his 5 o’clock shadow every once in a while tho. Trims his sideburns from time to time too.

No matter how active he is, dude never bulks up. He’s muscle-y, but he’s just built genetically lithe. Isshin (his dad) naturally seems to get thicker when he gets older, but I don’t see Ichi doing that. Which again is okay with me, I love him as he is uwu. I feel like seeing him be Bakugou type of big and muscle-y would be weird lol.

I feel like he thinks about true zangetsu (hollow ichigo) a lot actually, even after he disappears for a while. Reframing how he thinks about him the more he grows. Reflecting on what his relationship with zangetsu says about himself on a deeper level.

Ichigo as a dad:

As u know, in my selfship cinematic multiverse Ichigo and I have 5 kids lmao. 3 boys and 2 girls in the order of B B (<- twins) G G B

As a dad he is a mix of doting and tough love. Playful and supportive, but serious when he needs to be. Ichigo has a tendency to get annoyed easily and will yell and argue with any of his friends, but he never gets loud with the kids. Ever. When communicating with them, tone is everything to him. It’s how he gets his point across and shows his authority.

He does love his girls, but I think he treats all the kiddies the same :3. Though because he got used to being a boy dad after the twins, he was a little nervous when he found out we were having our first girl. He was so gentle with her 🥺. Had to reassure him sometimes.

If Ichigo’s mom was still alive?:

I feel like he would be a very different person. Might be more expressive and emotive rather than scowling all the time. Also I feel his urge to protect may not be as strong, since he wouldn’t have lost the one thing he wanted to protect most.

Also I feel he may have been way more powerful? Because he may have been let in on his Quincy lineage and may have learned to protect himself that way before gaining his shinigami powers and being even stronger.

He would still find him annoying, but I also feel that maybe Ichigo’s relationship with his dad would be better if Masaki was still around.

Ichigo is very confident as is, but I feel like if his mom were still around he’s be confident in a different way. Rather than having to prove himself or prove others wrong, he would feel like he is already inherently good and valuable bc of his mom’s encouragement.

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I am taking all of ur kithes bby sorry this took so long! Lots of brain power went into it jwksisjzjosjz

#self ship on main 💘 #it’s my special guy 🥺🧡🧡🧡 #mootie bbies 💗 #dere’s main asks

[smokeys-house]

Heya! You mentioned in a recent post that weaponry is a special interest of yours (apologies if I remembered it wrong) Any chance you're free to talk about it a little more? /nf, it seemed really interesting! :D (if you'd like a topic to go off of, I do like swords, but anything is nice! /gen) Feel free to just leave this ask, I'm not too familiar with if this is crossing a boundary :> /gen /nm

Howdy! Weaponry is a special interest of mine yeah! Has been just about all my life ^^ if you're interested in swords in particular, one of the more interesting topics when it comes to European swords is halfswording! I'll put it under the read more.

A common misconception I've seen is the longswords, arming swords, or just any European sword from the medieval period had blunt edges. This has also bred the myth of "sword sharp", the implication being that swords of all kinds excluding Japanese swords were only "sharp enough".

As far as I'm aware these myths and misconceptions come from a few places, and have all sorta bled together to create the idea that Japanese swords are incredible sharp laser swords, European swords are blunt clobbering tools and everything else is only kind of sharp. This idea is inherently silly. I believe it primarily comes from movies, TV, and games, but folks who are just learning about swords see things like the pic above where you can see half swording and a technique called "the murder stroke", as well as an armored opponent vs an unarmored opponent and they start to think maybe there's some credence to the idea that they were blunt.

Fact of the matter is, no, they were not blunt. Full stop. They were designed to cut and do so quite well, and while sharpness may have varied, evidence suggests they were often very sharp. There were swords in history that were blunt, but those are rarer than you'd think. Certain specialized types of rapier, sidesword, and smallsword had triangular or square cross sections and could not cut. That being said, each of those types of swords typically could cut and had a more standard cross section.

Back to the main point and the picture, you may think "how and why would you grab a sword blade especially during a fight? Wouldn't you cut your hands?"

The how is fairly simple. You can hold onto a sharp edge without getting cut provided the blade isn't being pushed or pulled too much. Swords aren't lasers and do require a physical action to cut. Holding onto the sharp bit won't cut off your hands. There's also a specific grip you can employ to squeeze the flats of the blade in order to avoid holding the edges. It's not comfortable by any means, and is much easier with gloves, but it's very much doable and fairly easy. I've personally tried it and not had any issues.

The why is a bit less simple. The guy in the armor is halfswording to gain more point control, for more precise and powerful thrusting. Giving yourself another point of contact effectively turns the sword into a mini polearm for some purposes, and an excellent grappling tool for others. Grappling or wrestling is a necessary tool for fighting armored opponents, and if you're armored and know your opponent might grapple, it would be valuable to know halfswording.

The guy on the right is using a half swording technique known as the murder stroke. I can't remember which manuscript it's in off the top of my head so I'll come back and edit this part here with the name. Edit: it was either lichtenauer or one of the other german masters post-lichtenauer! In German the technique is mordhau, mordschlag, or mordstreich! Your options for fighting armored opponents when you have a sword are fairly limited. You can either attempt to thrust at the common gap points in the armor, go for grappling and use a dagger for the same purpose but at closer range, or go for concussive force. When using the murder stroke, you're using the guard and pommel as a striking tool kind of like a hammer or mace.

To those unaware you have to keep in mind swords were back up weapons. They were equivalent to the pistol today. It stays on your hip while you use your bigger stuff. The context of a duel changes that depending on circumstance, but on the battlefield if you're down to just your sword you're already in trouble in most contexts.

So is it safe? No. I don't recommend trying this unless you know what you're doing or your life depends on it. But that's an important caveat, if you're in a situation where its a viable technique, your life is worth far more than a few cuts on your hands. If you're doing it right, you'd likely only receive a minor cut or two on your palms.

Is it historical? As far as I'm aware yes! It's in some manuscripts and iirc there are some written accounts of duels involving half swording, I could be mistaken though. Duels brought about all sorts of weird stuff whether it was useful or not. Another thing to note is that the people who wrote manuscripts for fighting were also trying to sell their manuscripts and teachings. They tried to keep it interesting. There's some goofy stuff in some of these manuscripts!

I hope that was interesting! Feel free to ask more questions in the future if you like, I'll be happy to answer them best as I can! ❤️

#smokey answers #smokey's armory

[petitelepus]

Hi, can I have a Twisted Wonderland matchup please? I go by she/her. I joke a lot and I try to make people comfortable, despite being awkward at times. I overthink often and I worry too much about making a good impression on others, this pressure makes me feel super tired and causes some mood swings where I get gloomy all of a sudden (happens rarely). Despite that I'm pretty much a calm and nice person, who loves having fun and to try new experiences. I find myself to be a great listener but when someone brings a topic that interests me I cannot shut up. My biggest flaws are my laziness and that I procrastinate at everything I do, no matter what lol. I'm also impulsive and I often don't think before acting, and I'm clumsy. One of the things I enjoy the most is going out shopping for clothes, especially if I am with friends; I also like playing video games and watching dance performances.

•Some things i like: receiving hugs, rainy days, wearing good outfits, daydreaming, staying up late at night.

•Some things i dislike: going into crowded places alone, being ignored/alone

Thank you very much! Sorry for my bad english. :")

I match you with Ruggie Bucchi!

Ruggie can immediately tell that you are new as you try to crack up a joke or two to break the ice. It's kinda cute how you worry also.

While you can be a little of a worrywart, Ruggie is easygoing so the two of you might not see eye to eye immediately, but the two of you learn as you go.

Ruggie tells you not to worry about other people's opinions and that you should only worry about yourself once in a while. Like he does! Once you get comfortable with him, you start opening up more and he does the same.

If you get one of those mood swings, he feels you might be low on energy, be it caffeine or sugar. When that happens, he tries to stay as close to you as possible because he knows you don't like being alone.

He doesn't like talking about his upbringing and you honor his wishes. He does mention though that his grandma would probably love you. When Ruggie is the one in the mood, he appreciates that you take the time to listen to him and try to make him feel better.

Ruggie makes sure to always listen to what you got to say, in case he might hear something interesting that he could perhaps use in the future. He learns that you prefer rainy days, nice clothing and so much more.

Ruggie has a lot of experience with lazy people, and trust me, you cannot be any lazier than Leona is. If you have something to do but you are procrastinating, Ruggie offers his help, but he wants something in return. He doesn't do anything without gaining something from it. A kiss? That may be just barely enough.

If you start acting impulsive he is there telling you to stop and think things through, in case you are about to do something dangerous or stupid.

Like kidnapping teacher Trein's cat Lucius. No, you can't do it, no you can't take the cat even for a second, and no, don't pet the cat without its master's permission.

Your clumsiness worries him a little, but you always or at least most of the time manage to come out of the poor situation with just minor bruises.

Ruggie comes from a poor family and has no extra money to spend on you. Instead, he does offer to become your taste judge if you're out shopping for clothes. He even carries your stuff for you.

If you find something that is expensive but clearly not worth the price, he stops you from getting it. Trust him, he knows, you will regret buying it if he doesn't stop you.

Three words. Dance Video Games. Ruggie is actually a decent dancer and he likes to show off his abilities against you in a dance-off. It's funny to create challenges and dares also. If he wins, you need to buy him a donut to enjoy. If you win, he gives you a kiss. Either way, you both win.

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