#i say its funny otherwise its sad

[kelpiemomma]

i really need to draw khan and emmet hanging out bc they would be such buddies. ingo hates how quickly they bonded bc khan took one look at emmet, at how excited emmet is to battle, and seemed to Immediately like him (it only bc khan had already bonded w ingo, but like hell will he ever admit that. that proves he has emotions! he has to hide those.) khan & emmet battling each other. khan takes over for ingo sometimes on the multi trains except he and emmet get so into battles that they need a chaperone to keep them from getting too rowdy bc somehow (???) they've managed to destroy a couple of train cars??? khan challenges the subway himself (he battles using himself but also his pokemon. he'd rather battle using himself, but ingo and emmet get awfully concerned when he faints so he stops doing it so much). khan and emmet discuss battle tactics (khan insists "offense is the best defense" and "go balls to the walls immediately on attack" and emmet argues for better strategizing and well rounded move pools) and help each other train, offering suggestions and tips and "hey, let's try this maneuver" or "i think it would be better if you did this move first".

not that they don't enjoy an off day, but they definitely bonded well over battles.

#khan a. #just some thoughts #ingo is a little jealous over just how quick khan seemed to take to emmet but khan saw how ingo behaved around his brother and knew #he didn't have to worry. he based his reaction off ingo. not that he still liked emmet immediately (he didn't even immediately like akari- #he's been burned too many times to so quickly and willingly open his heart like that) but while it took him at least a year to go from #dubiously tolerating ingo for akari to hanging out with ingo with the excuse of 'having nothing better to do' and even longer to say #'yeah these are my people and i will protect them' (bc admitting he likes them?? that he loves that they love him?? that he would #keep them safe at the cost of his own life without hesitation? oh he'll admit he'll protect them but he would not say out loud #just how far he'd go to protect them.) it took him a few weeks to go from eyeballing emmet still suspiciously to going out of his way #to engage emmet in conversation and approach him. ofc he still approached emmet by way of 'i saw your battle. try me >:)' and challenging #him. but he wasn't threatening to kill him or anything. akari saw how khan watched ingo for his cues tho (bc she was doing the same thing. #that may have been her dad's brother but he was still just a stranger to her. she's been hurt by enough strangers.) #and she thinks its funny that ingo will grumble and complain about khan not threatening emmet like he'd threatened ingo in the beginning #(when khans not around ofc) but won't say it to his face. ingo is an Adult. he's Above Tthat. he's NOT jealous and upset that this #feral bastard has left him behind for a new treat (his OWN TWIN.) nevermind that khan will turn down emmet if ingo has a task for him #and that khan still drops in for dinner with them (drops everything if ingo invites him (through akari) for dinner). #ingo is still khan's preferred twin (unintentional human pack instinct & dog instinct bonding to ingo) but #he's glad that emmet exists as well. he's privately glad the twins exist and that ingo ended up in hisui and that nana yeeted him to arceus #bc what a sad & pathetic existence he'd have otherwise had. fighting w nana and getting his mind wiped. arguing w customers. #he'd have stagnated until he self destructed. #ANYWAY. i love my OC and the family he accidentally got himself inserted into.

[floralovebot]

yeah i agree the tiktok community is really mean sometimes

i heard this fun fact about flora being a top student and joked about it a little on a fake jokey tecna flora beef video (the creator said it was a joke between them and their friend so it wasn't really editing beef) but the comment was met with so much... (no hate) reactions because i dared to jokingly say that "ive heard somewhere that flora is smarter than tecna, i wonder if they have beef over their personal learning styles"- which tbh i know sounds kind of silly It Was but someone- the first comment actually was like "you flora stans are always making things up istg" to which i reply "oh i just saw it in the winx power musical and i heard it somewhere :)" and they were like "thats not canon tho" and people were so quick to like defend tecna and lol all caps at my little comment because the very idea that flora and tecna (fictional characters) would have "beef over personal learning styles" when the point was inteligence is kinda subjective. i mean- flora is a botanist and observant like how she noticed the fern in helia's paper. she can revitalize forests as well with convergence magic/her own magic and can speak to nature. ofc tecna is smart too! i mean Super smart and a stratagist- combative skills are great, and knows so much about technology and tecnomagic. but in a different way that Alfea might not value or specialize with their classes (it said she was above average student) it's also a flaw given that she "relies too much on logic" so I just joked that she ""might have beef"" with someone who works differently. (luckily they don't seem to Real beef in canon or said musical which makes me happy good for my stem fairies)

anyway one of the main issues about the drama on that site is like how much people care so much about scaling the characters to the point where it gets Very Opinonated and like ???? (especially Flora where there are two camps who see her as super weak and super strong where i think shes in the middle in s1-4) Often people seem to dislike the belief that Flora is stronger due to her powers being nature which is everywhere. Which I get too. But I'm in the camp that she is a very strong and capable character who the writers wrote her to be weaker alone with the Trix in season 1 because of her personality. but they tone this down we see her strength really grow in the next 3 seasons and she is seen holding her own against other foes. it makes sense because in season 1 most were new students and we see the evolution of her powers. from what I gather she is written to be on the same level as the other Winx in the Nickelodeon era (5-7) and world of winx for the most part, with that fight with her and Icy in 6 being a notable one. overall im not always a fan on how some of the writers handled the "emotional side" of flora, aisha, and musa in some scenes. especially in battle having their temper/emotional side being a slight "deterence" or a flaw. (ie Aisha and Valtor, Aisha and nemesis in wow, and her search for vengance in s4, Musa having the Pixie of manners which ig but I've never seen her as someone with "bad manners") in my opinon it might be better with Musa than the others. like rushing into it while for the others, notably stella and bloom- their emotions is their motivation and source of their power and energy where it is often the others "are more instinctive" sometimes or where they rely on too much on one idea like their ideology (Tecna and flora?? maybe) or they are throwing their caution out and diving in. yet stella and bloom are depicted as clearheaded in the story to me- as in it's not a main flaw for them. what do you think?

- the rankings can be intentionally or unintentionally mean spirited as well, if they think all of the fan transformation is pretty and drawn good there isnt so much like mean words but if like they have more mixed opinons you see people write things like "eww" you dont have to like it or have your strong dislike thats a point of critique but mind your words geez. dont need to say eww or like "do i need to say anything." (<worst offender to me) when when i would watch it to see your like geniune "design critiquing" about something from a artist or fandom you like. ngl it kind of takes me back to like old cringe videos when ppl would say these like out of pocket things and used the most intense language over art but not as much so as that sort of thing was so much more extreme and was like an abuse of like power with those people having so many followers. and it seems like they do not get permisson to repost the fan transformations as many artists want you to ask them their policy on sharing/resposting before doing so with credit.

i hope this sort of behavior from those old ragebaiting cringe videos where the fans go to harass artists doesn't resurface with winx fan artists, i dont think it will turn into that. i just find it odd and and kinda sad the intensity of the words being used by the tiktok population tbh. even if people have always been kinda hyperbolic(ish) online it's weird to see everything worded like that like "eww no" to a fan design you dont like? can be unintentionally demotivating and hurtful

response under cut since this is long!

the tecna vs flora thing is Wild !! flora is canonically a straight A student and consistently one of the best students at alfea. tecna is absolutely the Smart One but their specialities lie in different areas. tecna does Not know as much about plants, chemistry, or potion making. just like flora doesn't know as much about technology, engineering, or piloting. they have their individual strengths!! being that mad that someone acknowledges flora's canon intelligence or headcanons that they may have conflict over how they learn is so ? like,,, tecna canonically gets mad at flora's plants being everywhere and that's Part of flora's schooling,, it's not wild to say they may have small arguments from time to time!

and god yes the power scaling is SO bad!! first, who gives a fuck, all of the winx are canonically strong and powerful as shit, we don't need to have a fucking pissing contest about it. but second, it's literally canon that bloom is the strongest! that's not debatable! it's so funny to me when i see people say "oh well she's only the strongest because of the dragon's flame 🙄" like yeah... that's the point... that's part of the plot... Hello??? it's such a funny statement to me like imagine saying something like that about any of the other characters "well aisha is only a water fairy because she's the fairy of waves 🙄" "well sky is only royalty because he's a prince 🙄" like yes good job thank you for stating the obvious! it's so akjdhgk like yes bloom IS the strongest because of the dragon's flame! do you want a cookie for figuring that out alhjdglag

also the "official" ranking of who the strongest winx is changes every season! in the first season, tecna was the strongest. then it was stella. then it changed to flora. iginio changes his mind A Lot and it's often based on popularity and individual character arcs in the season. some tiktok teens have convinced themselves that the whole "flora is the second strongest" thing was Made Up by flora stans just because they don't have five minutes to google it themselves ahdla they also think iginio only said that because flora is his favorite even though he's said multiple times that musa is his favorite winx but yknow! whatever!

i've noticed they also only consider offensive attack magic when considering the power levels,,, like the reasoning anti flora fans have for her being the weakest is just that she uses a lot of defensive magic alkdghl like yeah that's part of her personality? she doesn't like to hurt people, even the trix. it's literally a "flaw" that she has that the winx call her out on because she ends up getting hurt because she refuses to hurt the villains. like,, her being more peaceful is Not an indication of her power level but okay! tecna also uses a lot of defensive spells but no one says anything about her aldhgl like wow they all have different fighting styles! what a surprise!

ALSO YES ohmygod the first time i saw a tiktok rating a fan transformation?? i kid you not, i literally gasped out loud. the fucking rudeness??? i think tiktok fans have this issue where they literally do not humanize other winx fans, especially the artists, so they think it's perfectly okay to not only repost their art but also criticize it. i've actually seen a lot of that kind of art discourse on tiktok where people think "oh if you post it online it's basically up for grabs and anyone can shit on it". like,,, no,,,,, it's literally just common decency to not criticize someone's personal art?? unless they're very explicitly asking for it, you don't get to do that??? and everyone in the comments was Also bashing these poor artists and it's like??? did no one teach you people manners????? it's absolutely not the same thing as criticizing the canon transformations and it's actually so upsetting that these kids think it's okay.

#long post #dude... the constant fighting is just so bad #theyre all so mean about it too #like that cannot be good for their mental health... #answered #its so funny to me when they get called out for their rude behavior #and then try to backtrack like oh it was just a joke or i didnt mean it like that or dont take it so seriously #like take responsibility for the shit you say? #you absolutely meant it in a rude ass way otherwise you wouldnt have said it #ik everyone hates the word normalized now #but i really do think tiktok has normalized an entire internet culture of being rude as shit #its bad on other social media but its So Much Worse on tiktok #they genuinely think its okay and cool and even funny to be an asshole #like.. they genuinely do not see other users as real people with real feelings #its so sad man #tumblr has its problems but theres an added benefit of really being able to stick to your own corner #that just isnt available on other sns

[kibbits]

I love how last dnd campaign, the party "catchphrase" was:

Beeli and/or Lin: -casually and confidently states the wildest thing you've ever heard and agree with each other-

Jean, the only one with intelligence, baffled: .....I don't know how to even begin reacting to that..

And so far in this one it's:

Wailë and/or Luca: -casually and confidently state the most pathetic/tragic/dark thing as if it's common, squabble about it-

Tun'acan, very cheerfully, thinking about how much therapy they need: "Oh that's sad!!"

#wailë: uh yeah 99% of my family hates my guts im basically a reference to cinderella #luca: im smug and proud about being useful/having wormed my way under your skin enough because clearly #you wouldn't lift a finger to save my life otherwise! #Tun‚ looking between them‚ with humor: Oh boy thats kinda really sad! #and then wailë and luca have a siblings-esque slapfight about it #God the new party is unlucky with rolls fjdjdjs cursed roll20 campaign i stg #its so funny theyre all so pathetic #I mean I say that but she keeps casually tanking hits that take her down to half her HP or less like its nbd and healing other people #so shes not much better djdjdj

[vulcanhello]

#spock & bones friendship is genuinely one of the best things ever #all throughout his autobiography spock references him and recalls shit he would say its so funny #at one point spock is like ‘yeah i would make a good diplomat because i can suffer fools (as mccoy could tell you)’ EVEN IN DEATH THE #PETTINESS CONTINUES #and i love how spock is like mccoy is the best person i know im sure hes having fun in hell <3 #‘my absent friends’ got me tho i am punching the floor i am running around insane #and honestly thru the book i was like wow! mccoy is referenced a lot but kirk isnt unless he was directly involved in the action thats #interesting i wonder why. and then you get to the last two pages (the book is sectioned buy important ppl to spock and kirk is last) and #its so sad. fr spock is like everyone talks about him theres so many books about what can i add that hasnt already been said! and then he #says how can i write about someone so loved? which hurts because they had spent the last couple months on thin ice with each other over the #whole klingon treaty so. i feel insane #anyways HIGHLY recommend im making one more post abt it but otherwise i cant think to long about spock bc its so sad #captain’s log #tos #trek books

[sanchoyo]

my dog turned 14 the other day!!! 14 years old in human years... I've had him since he was a pubby and hes 14... woaw....🥺

#i thought abt it too hard and im choked up now KJHSDKF MY SPECIAL LITTLE OLDMAN GUY.....MY BABY OLD. BENJBUTTON DOG. precious fuzzy man #he desperately needs a haircut i gotta call the vet tomorrow aaaugh ive been procrastinating abt it but hes SOO shaggy #i hate getting him cut in the winter bc i feel BAD if hes nakey bc its COLD outside. but i dont want him to be so shaggy he gets matted... #and his fur is curly fluffy so i dont wanna hurt him by trying to comb/brush it out yk? #aside from like using my fingers very gently #id say hes doing great for his age tho tbh #hes got mild cataracts and i think hes deaf but hes got 6 teeth which according to my vet is IMPRESSIVE for his age #and like hes healthy otherwise :") he luvs getting the good wet food now bc of the teeth situation #idk i know hes old and it makes me sad to think abt too much but hes doing ok according to the vet who i trust more than my own judgement #there rly isnt anything to be done abt him losing his hearing BUT hes so smart he picks up on hand signals so #he knows what gesture means walkies or food time :) or 'yes u can hop up on the couch with me' hand pat #my cat has started picking up on the hand signals too which is funny #guy whos nonverbal sometimes accidentally teached both their pets animal sign language <- #sanchoyorambles #anyway i wanna ask the vet to do another general checkup even tho he just had one a few months ago bc i am Paranoid JKDFHKJ #top 10 reasons i need to get a job asap . i am trying not to stress abt it but #aaaugh its been difficult and bad job hunting and the idea of calling ppl too late has paraylsed me with fear #i just gotta do it ;__; gun to my own head hollering atmyself to put the phone to my ear and hit call #holding myself hostage at this point bc being gentle is NOT fuckin working SDHFHSKJ #this time of year is always bad brain time tho i need to power thru the anxiety and various Episodes and Attacks #i Bleive in myself....

[luveline]

Hi jade, I have a hurt/comfort request for Steve, maybe reader was there with the party for all the vecna stuff and maybe gets hurt, afterwards Steve taking care of her and staying w her in the hospital and stuff? Love your writing!

thank you for requesting <3 fem!reader

“Did you know there’s like, a concessions stand?” 

You moan at the pain between your shoulders, turning onto your arm. Steve lounges in the chair beside you with a paper plate of donuts on his chest. His legs are kicked up on your bed. He’s taken his shoes off, at least. 

“Free donuts, coffee, they even had flapjacks.” 

“Steve, I think you have to pay for those.” 

He puts the plate on your bed. “Well, they can’t send you to jail.” 

“‘Cos my back’s broken?” 

“‘Cos you’re too pretty for prison.” Steve sits up properly. “You need help?” 

He moves the donuts again onto your nightstand and hooks you under the arms to ease you into a sitting position. You’re back isn’t broken, for the record, but you fell funny coming out of the gate a few days ago and you haven’t bounced back yet. Worse, you've got an infected burn on your hand, wrist and arm from your Molotov cocktail. It’s out of commission, as are you while they pump antibiotics into the crook of your elbow. Steve’s careful not to tug your IV. 

You gasp, the twinge in your back turning to flame. “I know,” Steve murmurs, shockingly sincere, “I’m sorry. You’re not supposed to lie down all the time, or it won’t get better.” 

“I know.” 

“Yeah, of course you do. You know everything.” 

Insult or compliment, you’re unsure. What you do know is that Steve’s come to see you every day since you were checked in, he’s the one who checked you in, and he’s taken good care of you so far. He’s not even your boyfriend, you thought he liked Nancy— but he’s rubbing his hands down your shoulders and looking you in your face despite the horror he’s sure to be witnessing. Bruised eye, greasy nose, hair thankfully clean but completely untouched otherwise. 

“Better?” he asks, cupping your cheek. 

Is he gonna kiss me? you think. You glance down at his lips, then back up. Steve doesn’t notice or doesn’t mention it, his fingers drawing a gentle path behind your ear as his thumb aligns with your jaw. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m not.”

“Sorry, you just looked so sad for a second.” He laughs wryly. Though you don’t feel like he’s making fun of you, he teases, “Cheer up. What have you got to be so sad about?” 

“You keep harassing me.” 

“Oh, that’s how it is!” He tips his head back. “Nurse! I’d like to report a thief!” 

You gasp, laugh, and attempt to cover his mouth as strikes of pain nibble up your spine. “Steve, don’t–” He catches your hands to stop you from silencing him, but he doesn’t shout again, holding your hands together in his lap, smiling smugly and affectionately at once. He has nice eyes that are almost almond in shape and a lovely light brown. They glow in the slither of light that sneaks its way through the blinds, raw amber, stomach-achingly pretty. 

You can’t look at him for too long. You defer to your hands scrunched up in the sheets instead. 

“I did pay for the donuts, by the way. I’m just messing with you.” 

You try to laugh. “Why doesn't that surprise me?” 

“You act like I’m such a jerk,” he says fondly, pulling you in for a cautious hug. He’s tender when he needs to be, you’d never have thought it of him, how sweetly and softly he rubs your back, how he murmurs near your ear. “Do you need more meds? I’m sure they can get you another dose of the good stuff if you pretend your gummy arm is aching.” 

“Thanks, Steve, but I’m fine.” 

He hums. “Think I can get them to let me stay the night?” 

“Steve, I’m really okay.” 

“It’s not about you, I just don’t wanna go home,” he lies poorly, “they don’t have donuts at home–”

His hand leaves your back. “Are you eating over my shoulder?” you ask. 

He hugs you tighter with the remaining arm. “What? No.” 

You feel sprinkles falling down your back and ignore it for now. He’ll have to help you out of bed in a few minutes anyways. He can sort it out then. For now, you lean into his chest and close your eyes tight. 

“I’ll sleep better in the chair by your bed,” he promises. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[glacierclear]

dumping fuckboy leon ramblings because i need to post it somewhere.

fuckboy leon would remember all the miniscule details about your life and he'd surprise you. he'd take you out on some shitty date and act like an asshole, and then hold his arm out before you eat your food and he's like "wait, dude aren't you allergic to soy or something? i think its in that."

he'd remember your favorite flower. and he'd huff and groan over you borrowing his sweatshirts but he'd never want to take them back unless its to get them smelling like him again. he'd accidentally say some stupid shitty thing about your appearance because that's all he knows from his friends and when he sees you get upset there's gears that turn in his head like. is that...not normal? why are they mad???? should i be getting mad ????

and you'd fall asleep on him and his entire left side would fall asleep and he'd be annoyed but he wouldn't be able to bring himself to wake you up.

and he'd ruin all your fucking attempts at dating. it wouldnt read as jealousy. not at first. he'd just do some shit. see you hitting on someone and he'd walk up, wrap an arm around you and be like "hey, how's your diarrhea going?" just to skeeve out the other person and you'd get so pissed and ask him why the fuck he did that and he'd just shrug "its funny."

fuckboy leon's epiphany moment would be so cute but it would make me cry.

him realizing he's in love. and he loves you. and what that means. and the inevitable fallout of him dealing with that and all the feelings.

i know he's terrified of commitment. he would not want to go for it. he'd maybe try and say "maybe i can just do FWB for a while and it'll be okay. maybe ill be okay with that".

but it makes him feel worse.

he tries every trick in the book but his book SUCKS.

so he tries to cut you off.

goes distant.

flings himself into other women to try and forget.

it makes him feel worse.

he picks fights with you. "maybe if they hate me i'll move on."

it makes him feel worse.

him finally breaking down at 3am calling you while he's out cross faded as fuck. dumps everything on you.

he regrets it in the morning. he does. he tries to backpedal. tries to say "wow i was sooo fucked up i don't even remember".

but you remember.

and you wont let him get away with it.

he needs you to chase him a little bit. he needs you to reassure him that there's something in him worth trying for, because otherwise what's the point. you're just there to make fun of him, right?

but once he's yours he's yours.

and it'll take a long time to undo all the things he was forced to teach himself. all the ways he was forced to hate himself. ohhh it'd be infuriating but at the end of it all you'll have a soft, sad man who wants to know love and he wants to love you so intimately and he'll do anything it takes to fight for you.

#leon kennedy #fuckboy!leon #shut up glacier

[buckyalpine]

Hi! I hope you feel better soon 💜 I have funny lil request if you are at all interested. So Bucky has a lil crush on the reader, and one day walks by their room and hears something that makes him a bit jealous. He hears the reader giggling, and saying stuff jokingly like "Stop Charlie, that tickles!" or "You're so handsome," and Bucky becomes sad because he thinks the reader has found someone. But then he later finds out that the reader was actually dog sitting for a friend. What happens next is up to you, and feel free to change anything to make it more interesting! I chose Charlie as a random dog name that's also human, but its just an example. If you find any inspiration from this, I encourage you to take it in absolutely any direction you want! (as long as it has a happy ending, bc Im a sucker for happy endings hehe)

okay what I find hilarious and amazing about this is I HAVE HAD THIS EXAAACT SAME IDEA, WHY DID I NEVER WRITE IT. THIS IS SO ADORABLE. This is a sign. From the universe.

The only thing I'm changing here is the name because I find it hilarious when dogs have more common people names. 

It started off with your sweet smiles, they’re so contagious, he can’t help but smile back. He starts to find his heart jumping a little whenever you’re around, he almost goes to Bruce to get a medical check up cause why is his heart doing that. Stop that. He can’t control the way you make him blush and he realizes he likes you. Likes you likes you. Its a cute little crush he has that he tries to keep a secret because its just a little crush, nothing to get worked up over. 

He’s too scared to ask you out, he gets tongue tied the second he tries to attempt anything. 

It all goes sideways he walks by your room one day. 

"Daniel, bubba you're too heavy to be lying on me like this!"

He stopped dead in his tracks. Maybe he heard wrong. 

"Baby, stop that tickles"

Baby? You never mentioned dating anyone before.

"Hey! You can't get away with that just because you're so handsome"

Bucky blinked, his jaw clenching, who the fuck was this Daniel, and why he with you. He wanted to know exactly how “handsome” this punk was, making you giggle and laugh, he should be the one doing that. 

"Hmmm, you know you're so handsome don't you baby"

Bucky shook his head, huffing to his room to pout, he had to find out who the hell this guy was. Or not. If was sure he’d probably punch the guy in the neck. 

Imagine his surprise when he over hears the team just casually talking to you about Daniel. 

With Sam

Sam: So how's Daniel doing? You: He's good, I'm going to see him later today if I have some time, we might go for a walk in the park

Sam: Aww, the weather’s supposed to be nice out, maybe you can even stop by the lake!

With Tony

You: Daniel's coming over later, is that okay?

Tony: Sure, just don't make a mess in the living room like last time

You: Sorry, I'll keep him in check

Tony: He’s great otherwise, you should bring him around more often

Bucky nearly saw stars with that conversation, the last thing he needed was more of you and Daniel. The final straw was when he heard you talking to Steve. 

Steve: You think I can steal Daniel from you

You: I’m sure he’d love that, he loves going on runs with you, I can’t keep up with his energy 

Steve: He’s great, wish he was around more often, let me know when he’s coming by next

Okay, stealing his crush was one thing, but Bucky drew the boundary at this clown moving in on his best friend too. 

*****

“Can you tell me what the hell is so great about Daniel” Bucky huffed, fidgeting with his fingers, sitting on the couch while Sam tinkered with redwing. 

“What do you mean what’s so great, he’s amazing! He’s friendly, he’s great with kids, he’s super sweet, gets along with everyone. You haven’t met him?” 

“No” Bucky rolled his eyes, every time he thought it was bad, it got worse. Now the guy was great with kids too. Fantastic. Before Sam could respond, Bucky hear you call for him. 

“Oh my God Bucky!! You have to meet Daniel!” You ran up to him, bouncing on your feet. Every time Daniel had come by, Bucky had either been called away on a mission or busy with something. You’d been dying for him to meet your favorite baby in the whole world. 

“I was busy y/n” Bucky tried to sound grumpy but he just couldn’t with you, pouting like a kicked puppy instead. He might as well meet the guy that seemed to have your heart. 

“You were just sitting with Sam, please?” You gave him your best pout and Bucky melted instantly, nodding while you ran back again to show your favorite soldier your best fur baby. 

Bucky’s eyes widened at the massive golden retriever that came bounding in, immediately pouncing on him and attacking him with kisses. 

“Daniel!!” You tried to pull him off but he wasn’t having it, trying to snuggle himself into Bucky, keeping him pinned on the floor. “Baby, get off him, I told you you’re too big!”

“This-this is Daniel?” Bucky blinked between getting his face licked, too stunned to say much else

“Yeah! Why, who did you think it was” 

“Your boyfriend” Sam snorted, watching the scene unfold in front of him, wiggling his eye brows at Bucky. 

“I-no-” Bucky blushed, while sitting up slightly, petting the fluffy baby behind the ears, allowing him to sit in his lap. 

“Man, shut up, just admit you were jealous over y/n 4 legged boyfriend” 

“Did you think Daniel was my boyfriend?” you giggled, sitting down beside him, your heart beating a little faster when he bit his lip. Did he like you back? “Were you jealous?” you whispered, inching a little closer to him, while he smiled softly not meeting your eyes. 

“Maybe a little” 

You both inched closer and closer until your hand was brushing his, his fingers hesitantly intertwining with yours while Daniel happily made himself comfortable across your laps, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. Tony and Steve entered the living room looking pleased when they saw how close the two of you were sitting. 

“Ah, I see you met y/n’s boyfriend” Tony snorted while Bucky groaned, covering his face. “Cheating on Daniel now are we?” He nodded at your hand in Bucky’s while you laughed, kissing his cheek, making him blush more. 

“Hmm, Bucky doesn’t mind a little competition” 

“I hate all of you” 

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[zeldasnotes]

LILITH NOTES PART. 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

These are my personal observations and not facts!

Check out my MASTERLIST for more posts about Lilith and other asteroids.

•Barack Obama got Lilith conjunct Mercury 0° orb and he is so incredibly funny and videos of his speeches always go viral and leaves people in shock (in a positive way). The way he introduced himself as ”Michelles husband”. I think Lilith conjunct Mercury is a sign of high intelligence and people reacting strongly to what you say.

•People with Lilith in hard aspect to Sun can get into a lot of conflicts in their lifes because they feel a strong need to express their honest feelings. Its a part of who they are and they wont back down.

•Lilith trine/sextile Mars makes someone very strategic.

•People with conjunctions/squares to Lilith might become mean at one point in their life because people always saw them as bad anyways so why not? People are gonna hate anyways you might aswell give them a reason.

•Most Lilith dominants I know are super independent, and from a young age. Like started working early in their life, doing stuff on their own, having their own company etc.

•Lilith dominant women experience a lot of complicated love/hate situations with men because men find them intriguing but at the same time finds it hard to genuinely ”like” the Lilith woman since he feels threathened by her. Which leads to being mean to her while being obsessed with her.

•Biggie Smalls having Lilith in the 8th house and being not only accused of his best friends death but also being killed himself.😔

•Lilith just like Pluto can turn out differently in a chart based on how you use that power and what other aspects you have in your chart. Just like Pluto you NEED to take control where your Lilith is OR you will be controlled. With Lilith in hard aspect to Sun or Ascendant you need to show dominance bc people will want to put you down otherwise. With Moon conjunct Lilith you might need to be a b*tch towards other women or they will victimize YOU. Moon conjunct Lilith is common in peoples chart who gets hated on by other women but its also common in people like Beyonce, she got Moon conjunct Lilith and women worship her because she got that dominant powerwoman persona.

•Lilith Square/Opposite/Conjunct Moon can also show that you subconsciously got a bad view on women but as you grew up it changes when you learn how its actually society pitting us against eachother. Look at how Beyonce used to behave towards other women 20 years ago when she was in Destinys Child and made the song ”n*sty girl”. Well she was young but anyways she wasnt always a powerwoman. (all women are powerwomen in my eyes btw but you get what I mean)

•Rachel McAdams have played sooo many bitchy popular girl roles and in the movie Passion she plays a psychopath. She got Lilith conjunct Midheaven Square Ascendant so it makes sense that she got a raw look that works perfectly for roles like that.

•Angelina Jolie got Lilith in the 8th house Square Sun and I cant help but laugh because she doesnt even care when people call her creepy and scary. Like she be unbothered as hell💀

•Sad Observation: If a guys Lilith is conjunct your Moon he might not show as much interest in you when he is single but be hell bent on sleeping with you when he is in a relationship. He might like the idea of you being his side piece. But in a lot of cases if he is not a disgusting guy like the ones i just describe it can be the opposite, that he is the one who finally sees you for who you really are and loves you and understands the pain you go through like with pluto/moon.

•Ive never met a Lilith dominant person, no matter age that were not super intelligent.

•Also with Moon harshly aspecting Lilith there is a sense of having to fight hard for everything they got. Leading to them always being emotionally ready for a battle and having to suppress their emotions. Just like with Moon/Pluto.

•If you are someone whos usually not intense, not into sex outside of a relationship etc that will change when you meet someone whos planets aspects your Lilith. Especially if its their Venus/Moon. Read more about Lilith in synastry on @corvoideas post HERE

•I was friends with two girls who had Moon conjunct Lilith in Libra. Their moms borrowed their clothes, got involved in their petty teendrama, were obsessive and rude towards their friends. Very weird relationship to their moms. Their moms also had them very young which explains some of the competition.

•If you have Lilith in the 2nd house be careful with people who will try to use you for your money you give off the impression of being financially stable even if you are not. I have friends with this aspect and they all attract men with huge debts. One of them were with a man who had half a million in debt and no job. He wanted my friend to take care of him. People want to take from you and could feel a right to do so.

•When you have Lilith in the 2nd house people view you as someone who got too much. Too much beauty, too much money, too much fame. People are obsessed with what you have so they get close to you to either take it or ruin it for you. Be picky because this is a placement that attracts crazy amounts of envy.

•I know so many men with Lilith in the 10th house who have a reputation for being a douchebag/promiscuous etc. Might also be falsely accused of s*xual assault. I know of a guy with this aspect who is known in our town for sleeping with over 100 guys.

•I know of another guy who got Lilith conjunct his Sun and he got accused of being a ”snitch” and outcasted by the men in his neighbourhood because of this. Lilith dominants really gets to see the worst side of society.

•I know Ive said it before but damn Lilith in the 12th house people are sooo good at hiding their Lilith side. They can come across as so unknowing and ”Eve” like.

•Lilith conjunct/square Sun or Ascendant might be that kid in the neighbourhood that parents dont want their children to play with.

•If you are a s*xworker and you meet a client whos Lilith conjuncts your Venus/Moon be ready to make money 🤑💰

SIDENOTE: Sometimes when I post about how men respond to Lilith dominant women I get comments like ”Not everything is about men,women can exist without male validation you know” . Absolutely! not everything is about male validation thats true but men being uncomfortable in your presence WILL affect your life when you are young w no education because in a lot of places men got the power. If a you are someone who intimidates men it WILL affect you because men like that will make damn sure to put you in your place. Lilith is not only about sexiness and confidence but also about the pain of being a woman. The pain of being considered ”the 2nd gender”. Being punished for being sexual, having a bad reputation because you offended the wrong MAN. Remember that the whole thing with Lilith was that she refused to lay under Adam. So yes Lilith got a lot to do with men. Its also easy for us living in the westworld saying stuff like ”Not everything is about men”. We dont need men like that but how about women in less developed countries? Women who are seen as disgusting for being divorced, women who have to marry someone who r*ped them bc nobody else will marry now that they are not a virgin anymore, divorced women who arent allowed to shake hands with ppl because people think it brings bad luck to touch a divorced woman, women who are in jail for leaving a man. Imagine telling those women to stop thinking that everything is about men.😔

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[itsnothingofinterest]

You know it’d be funny if it weren’t so sad how many times the villains are the ones to attempt to open some form of dialogue.

Only for the heroes to respond “No. You hurt people. Shut up.” Or perhaps worse; “I just don’t care.”

And then wonder why they keep resorting to violence when there must be better ways available. Surely they, the heroes, take no part in fostering their belief otherwise.

I wonder if this will come back to bite them? Like eventually some of the hero kids are gonna directly ask the League to trust them to act as the next generation of heroes and guardians of society; only for the League respond:

What, you? Mr. “Come home to your abuser”? Mr. “Just be a good role model for the next generation to solve discrimination”? No, its not gonna work that way Ms. “Consequences for your actions”. Because you’ll just say “but what about this or that or these guys who’d be inconvenienced” instead without doing anything. So no, we don’t trust you.

Because really, this stuff does genuinely make them hard to trust right now, especially when it keeps happening. And I want them to grow past that; but I also think it’d be neat if they ran into trouble for having these views at all and had to really prove they grew past them.

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[wolfiesmoon]

The wrong guy

teacher!Nanami x teacher!reader

so i started watching the kdrama "a good day to be a dog" recently and the ml makes me think of nanami so much it's not even funny. this fic is based on the plot!!

Warnings: drinking (but its wholesome dw), gojo

It's been about 5 months since your last breakup. You didn't really care for that ex, if you're honest. He immediately dumped you after you told him that kissing is off the table.

You could say that you are a bit unlucky when it comes to relationships and that's mostly because of that dastardly curse.

For as long as you can remember, your mom has been warning you to never ever let someone kiss you and to never kiss anyone, ever.

Otherwise you would end up like your cousin, doomed to live as a dog for the rest of his now shortened life.

It's his fault he got drunk and kissed a random girl, couldn't track her down in 100 days and didn't break the curse. But it was a pretty scary reminder of your family's curse.

Life moves on without waiting for you and there's no time to worry about your unfortunate love life in this society.

Today is another completely normal day at work. You walk to the school, greeting students along the way. The kids look awfully excited to go to school when it isn't exam season.

Youth must be fun. Especially sneaking around with your high school sweetheart.

While walking to your classroom, you run into your favourite co-worker, Gojo Satoru.

"Good morning!" He greets you smoothly, flashing you that perfect smile of his. You greet him back, always excited to see him.

"Are you free tonight? Because me and some other teachers are going drinking. Wanna come?" He asked you, and you nodded immediately. Of course you're going drinking with Gojo (and company). You could never refuse!

"Great! I'll send you the adress!" He waved you bye with a cheeky smile, going in his classroom to do homeroom.

Oh, right, you should probably be getting to that too. You can't set a bad example for your class by being late to homeroom.

You walk past the classroom where Nanami teaches and you have no idea why, but you stopped in your tracks to look at him a little.

You're not sure why, but he doesn't seem to like you at all. He always seems a bit distant and uncomfortable around you.

It kind of makes you sad. And it doesn't help at all that you constantly have to read notes about how hot he is after you confiscate them from your students.

What is up with this school and attractive teachers, anyways? Your students just barely got over Gojo and now they're thirsting over Nanami. Not that you can blame them.

You continue on, opening the door to your classroom. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, teacher!" The students shout back.

.

When you get to the meeting spot, Shoko is already waiting there. She greets you calmly.

"Hi. Uhhh..." you don't know where to go from here. It's kind of awkward just standing around and waiting for the others to arrive.

"You like Satoru, don't you?" Shoko asks suddenly, smiling at you.

"Huh?! How did you know?!"

"It's... obvious. But today's your chance. He's in a good mood when he gets drunk, you could attempt something." Shoko raised her brows.

Well, there isn't much to attempt if you can't kiss. Will a kiss-less confession work?

"Hello~" Gojo interrupted you just as you were about to answer Shoko and you jumped a little in surprise.

Nanami was standing next to him. Oh, so he invited him, too... You have a feeling this is going to get a little awkward.

While the lot of you headed to the bar, Shoko walked next to Gojo, talking to him about various things you didn't really care about.

That meant you were walking next to Nanami... in painfully awkward silence. Yikes.

"How was your day?" You asked with a painfully forced smile.

"It was fine." He answered simply, not even trying to continue the conversation. Right, you should just be quiet.

There's no use in getting buddy buddy with Nanami.

.

"Let's dig in!" Gojo grabbed the meat happily while Shoko and Nanami both immediately grabbed the bottle.

Eager to drink, aren't they...

Shoko nudged you gently. "Just wait till he gets drunk and then go in for the kiss. He likes them bold." She whispered.

You smiled and nodded awkwardly, unable to tell her why that's impossible for you.

You had loads of fun from there on out and all of you got atleast a little drunk. Turns out Shoko is more of a party animal than she lets on. Maybe you were wrong, this little get-together isn't awkward at all!

"I need some air, excuse me." Nanami bowed slightly, getting up and walking outside. Still as monotone and polite as ever when drunk, you suppose.

After about 10 minutes, Gojo's phone rang and he drunkenly excused himself to answer the call. If you weren't drunk as hell too, you would be worried about how the call will go. I mean, I doubt a professional call can go well when the other person keeps giggling and talking nonsense.

"Just goooo for itttt~" Shoko encouraged you after Gojo left your fields of vision, drunk out of her mind. To be fair, you weren't any less drunk right now, so you weren't thinking straight at all. You got up and ran off after Gojo. Who cares about a stupid phone call, you've got a man to kiss!

And there he is, on the corner behind the bar! You'd recognise that greyish blue jacket from a mile away! You cling onto him, giggling happily and he seems to call out to you.

"I love youuuu...." you slurred out, squinting your eyes at his face. Man, it's hard to see his face in the dark and with blurry vision to boot. No matter, you still know the general area of the lips.

"I wanna date youuuu.... and you should be my boyfriendddd..." you grabbed his cheeks and faintly heard his voice again. You can't make out anything he's saying right now. It's like a weird trance that your drunken determination put you in.

You pressed your lips to his, sighing. It's a weird feeling for sure, but not all that bad! Ahhh, this all feels like a dream! After a long long time, you finally got to kiss someone. And it's Gojo Satoru no less!

"What the f.... Nanamin?!"

Wait.

A shiver ran all the way from your toes to the top of your head. You looked at the direction of the voice. It's.... Gojo?! That's definitely Gojo, standing to your right and looking really surprised. But, then...

You looked back at the person who's cheeks you're currently holding to find... brown eyes staring at you. No way.

Now that you think about it, both Gojo and Nanami are wearing a greyish blue jacket. Oh no... Oh no no no no.

You sobered up almost instantly which was an out of body experience, one that you've never experienced before. Not only did you kiss the wrong guy in your drunken state, the curse also completely slipped your mind. Is it almost midnight already?! How are you going to explain this tommorow?! Why did it have to be Nanami?!

There's no time to panic, you have to get OUT OF HERE. STAT.

"I am so so so sorry!" you gently push Nanami away, running off and accidentally pushing Gojo slightly which made him stumble.

"Wait, why are you leaving already?!" Gojo called out after you but you ignored him. You have to get home to your family. Then you're safe. All you have to do is make it there before midnight or you'll turn into a dog.

Oh jeez... this innocent night which was supposed to go your way ended up becoming a nightmare.

Now you have to get Nanami of all people to kiss you while you're a freaking dog.

Still, kissing him didn't feel all that bad...

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[veronicaphoenix]

To drown your sadness in a sea song.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x mermaid!reader Parts: one - two - three - four - five - epilogue Trigger warnings: sexual innuendos, brief mention of sexual intercourse, mentions of blood.

PART FOUR — THE SONG | Words: 2.2k

She doesn’t like clothes. It’s a fact that makes him laugh when he first finds out, seeing her stepping out of his room in his old, shrunken shirt and sweatpants. She looks funny but she also looks clearly uncomfortable. 

“They’re itchy,” she says. “I don’t like it. Can I just wear your white t-shirt?” The one she’s been wearing since he bathed her, the one which is thin and light and oversized. 

“Sure,” he agrees, his eyes still soaking in the sight of her human form. 

“I’m just… not used to wearing clothes,” she adds, her voice low, as if she feels guilty for it. 

“Don’t mind me,” he can’t help replying, his lips curling into a playful grin, “I wouldn’t complain if you chose not to wear any.” 

“You’re cheeky,” she retorts, her smile betraying her feigned annoyance.  

“Just a little” he chuckles. 

With a playful sway of her hips, she tugs down the sweatpants and throws them at him. The last thing she hears it’s his laughter as she closes the door behind her to change.

She didn’t tell him but another reason why she likes that old white t-shirt is because it carries his scent. All his other clothes do, too, but there’s a particular tinge on that one that she really likes, that brings her comfort and a sense of closeness.  

 

Later that evening, while Noah sits cross-legged on the living room carpet with his MacBook open on the coffee table, she embarks on a tiny new adventure. Her mermaid curiosity leads her back to his room, where she’s drawn to the artifacts of his human life. 

In a corner, a guitar stands proudly on its stand. Framed vinyl records are framed and hung on the walls. Leafy vines cascade from the ceiling, lending a touch of nature to the otherwise man-made space. And then, there are books, lined neatly on a shelf. The Lord of the Rings collection catches her eye, and she can’t help but run her fingertips along the weathered spines. 

She decides she will ask him to read to her. She craves the sound of his voice, and she can only imagine how wonderful it would be to hear him weaving tales to her into the night. 

There’s also other books and she wonders if he’s ever read anything about mermaids. It doesn’t matter, really. She’s willing to teach him everything there is to know. 

If only there was enough time… 

Her curiosity doesn’t end there. 

She pulls opens the first drawer of a large white dresser by the bed. It’s a jumble of underwear and socks. She entertains herself trying to find a pair of matching socks, but she finds none. 

In the second drawer, she finds a collection of sweatpants.

“Itchy,” she mutters, quickly closing it in disdain.  

The third and fourth contain an array of clothing—tank tops, pajamas, swimwear— all foreign concepts to her aquatic sensibilities. 

The last one is a chaotic mess, and it feels like opening a treasure that’s been lost at sea centuries ago. Her eyes sparkle as she delves into its colorful contents, feeling a rush of excitement.  

Of course, she has Noah’s permission. She might be a wild creature from the sea, but she’s got manners. She waited for Noah to notice how curious she was about things he had in the house until he told her to explore wherever she wants, for as long as she needs.

She moves aside a clutter of items: empty plastic traveling bottles, an ibuprofen blister, travel plug adaptors, two square silver packages, old cable headphones, and a striped fox seashell the size of her hand. 

Her heart quickens its pace, a rhythm echoing the restless tides of her soul now that she’s away from home. 

She cradles the shell in her hand, feeling its weight, tracing the ridges and valleys with her fingertips. It carries a whisper of the distant shore and the echo of crashing waves. Its surface is weathered by time and tides, but it holds a kaleidoscope of reminiscences anyway.  

It’s barely been twenty-four hours, but she does miss the gentle sway of seaweed forests, the iridescence of coral reefs and the playful dance of sunlight filtering through azure waters. 

She wishes she could show Noah her world. 

So, rising from her kneeling position, she closes the drawer and descends to the ground floor, her steps more confident now as she makes her way to the living room. 

“Found something interesting?” Noah asks, catching sight of her approaching barefoot. 

“The last drawer in that white furniture in the room resembles the depths of the ocean,” she enthuses. He furrows his brow in momentary confusion. Then he remembers all the crap and other things he’s stashed away in that particular drawer. He’s about to feel alarmed when he notices the shell on her hand and he senses the energy radiating from her. 

“Where did you find that?”

“In that same drawer. It doesn’t belong to my region, though,” she informs him, still eyeing the sea treasure in her hand.

“I think a friend gifted it to me from a trip abroad. I’m not sure,” Noah replies, his interest somewhat subdued. He really can’t remember, to be honest. 

Undeterred, she settles beside him, facing him directly. Noah’s attention is drawn to the scales on her knee. He wonders if they cause her any discomfort, given their dry appearance. They look as dry as scabs and he’s about to ask her if they should be worried.  

“Listen,” she says, interrupting his thoughts. 

She places the opening of the shell against his ear. 

He expects the familiar echoes of the sea, but what he receives is beyond it. 

A symphony of sounds unfolds within his mind. Not the typical oceanic murmurs, but a harmonious blend of melody and whispered words.  

It’s a harmony. Each note feels like a brushstroke painting the canvas of his imagination, conjuring up a composition on the lines of the music sheet in his mind. There are whispered words. His soul is stirring. He wants to chase the echoes. 

In that moment, he understands where he failed. As he fell into the grasp of his misery, he failed to see the vastness of the world, how boundless it is. Within its depths lie what he’d been looking for, and he hadn’t been able to see it.

As he listens and tries to retain the melodies, a new element is added to the composition—a voice, ethereal and captivating. 

It’s her voice. 

She’s singing and he cannot hear anything else around him. 

“Don’t stop,” he encourages her while enthralled. 

A few moments after, he reaches for his phone, desperate to capture the magic of her voice. 

Her voice fills the room, a haunting melody that echoes through the corners of the house. He will not dream of anything else ever again. His heart is swelling with a newfound sense of purpose, a clarity that he has long been searching for. 

Even as he sets the shell aside, he can still hear the ocean continue to sing within him, mingling with her voice. It’s a promise. 

The smile she wears as she finished singing is like the last ray of sunshine before the sun sets behind the mountains.  

He’s not the only one elated. She can’t recall the last time she’s heard her own voice, let alone performing with such grace. 

 It takes him a moment to fully grasp the significance of the moment. This is what he’s been waiting for for months. With just a worn seashell by his laptop and a minute-long recording of her voice, he knows that a world of possibilities is right there waiting for his added touch of magic. 

It is music already, but he will make it his. 

When he looks back at her, it strikes him again how any of this is possible. 

“Come here,” he says, his voice restrained with emotion. 

She blinks, her smile falling a little. 

She’s right next to his body but closer isn’t enough for him. He wants her nearer still.  

As soon as she makes attempt to move, his hands are on her waist and he’s lifting her up and settling her onto his lap. She steadies herself against his shoulders, and she can feel the muscles beneath her touch. She holds her breath for a couple of seconds. His brown, beautiful eyes roam her face as if he’s not sure she’s really there. If she’s truly real. 

But she is, and he affirms that reality with the press of his mouth against hers.  

The kiss begins with a slow, tender rhythm, just like their first on the shoreline. But it transforms into something wilder, more urgent when he feels her confidence in her grip, in the way she grabs at his shoulders. The kiss deepens as her head tilts to give him better access. It’s as if she knows exactly what he wants. Her hands move to his neck and soon she’s pulling at his hair, eliciting a low growl from deep within him. 

She wants to hear him growl again. It reminds her of the ocean. 

The ocean, who isn’t gentle; who’s rough and demanding. She wants to feel Noah  just like that.

She pulls at his hair again, aware of what it does to him. She feels proud of herself for learning so quickly.

But amidst the fervor, she forgets one crucial detail: 

She can go a lifetime without air.

Noah can’t. 

And despite how he wouldn’t mind dying in her embrace, in her kiss, she doesn’t want that to happen. 

She pulls away, putting her hands on his chest to push him away as she senses how much he wants to continue. 

“You need to breathe,” she reminds him in a soft whisper. Her cheeks are as flushed as his. 

His grip on her hips starts to loosen. His expression is dazed. She watches as his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. 

“I can breathe you,” he replies. His words are laced with enchantment.

He’s definitely bewitched, she thinks as he attempts to draw her back into his embrace.  

She lets out a tiny laugh and attempts to stand up, only to feel her legs tremble beneath her. With a near stumble, she catches herself just in time, steadying herself with a hand on the table. 

“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath. 

The curse breaks Noah out of his trance.  

“Did you just swear?” He asks. 

She meets his gaze with wide eyes, wishing she could take back the slip of her tongue. 

“Yes…?” Her response is self-conscious. She feels somewhat mortified that Noah had to hear such language from her. 

“I didn’t think a creature like you could swear,” he says, a hint of amusement coloring his words.  

Why does he find it funny? She wonders.

She shakes her head in mild embarrassment and straightens up, smoothing down the t-shirt that falls to mid-thigh.  

“I can do more than what you think,” she tells him without paying too much attention to her own words. She’s not trying to be provoking. It’s just a genuine, innocent statement. 

But she quickly notices the effect her words have on him.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, you know?” he says, his eyes narrowed and darkening for a second.

She knows exactly what he means, and she blushes. 

The rest of the day is spent in the warmth of the living room floor, with Noah sipping on his coffee while she sticks to juice, finding coffee too bitter for her taste even though it smells comforting, she says. 

Also, juice doesn’t make her puke, which is a relief. 

She still refuses to wear something else beside his t-shirt and underwear, which prompts him to cover her with a blanket when the night starts to envelop them.  

The melodies come easier than they ever have, and every time he manages to get another piece of work done, even if it’s just four seconds, he rewards her with a kiss and a touch of her fingers on her face. She loves the way he tucks her hair behind her ear, how sweet and tender he is. It’s something she’s been wanting to do to him since long, even before they kissed for the first time, but she restrains herself for a little while longer. She will do it very soon, when she’s trapped underneath his naked body on his bed and he’s moving against her, building inside of her the same sensation of a tidal wave that will threaten to devour her.  

Noah is engaged in a phone call downstairs when she locks herself in the bathroom. 

She’s been feeling an unfamiliar discomfort in different areas of her body, and it’s only been intensifying in the past few hours. 

It doesn’t take her long to pinpoint the source: the remnants of scales clinging to her skin. 

Delicately, she traces the ones just beneath her ear. They’re parched, dry. It’s an anomaly, for they’re usually wet and shiny. 

She moves her shoulders, trying to locate more of the pain. Hesitant, she gingerly lowers down the fabric of Noah’s t-shirt, revealing another patch of scales covering a tiny bit of her right shoulder. She reaches out and brushes the area, which is surrounded by a crimson halo. When she touches them, she encounters a dampness which is meant to reassure her. Instead, when she brings the fingers in front of her eyes, instead of ocean water she finds her fingertips tainted with blood.            

This is not her world, not her body… and she knows she’s running out of time. 

'PART FIVE — THE NECKLACE' COMING UP TOMORROW

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[homelanderbutbig]

His Saint In Plain Clothes (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1987 words. Hurt/comfort and some fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

He big sad and needs a hug in an elevator.

Although you and Homelander have officially been dating for a few weeks, he insists on keeping it a secret from Vought and the public. He is adamant that it is to protect you, claiming that as a non-supe you would be targeted by his enemies. You find it hard to believe that America's hero could possibly have any adversaries, but you see how upset the prospect of you getting hurt makes him, so you decide to play along.

While hiding your relationship is a bit tricky at first, the two of you seem to have gotten into a good rhythm without attracting unwanted attention. During the day at Vought Tower, you sneak in brief hugs and kisses whenever you can get alone with Homelander. Otherwise, you get to spend your evenings together in his penthouse, and he flies you back to your home later at night when the rest of the city is asleep.

As much as you cherish your time with him, Homelander enjoys it tenfold. He has become accustomed to your affections, so much so that your time together is never enough. Almost like an addict, he takes every opportunity to microdose himself on your love during the day when the two of you should be working. He never fails to baffle you when you are abruptly pulled out of the hallway and into a bear hug. You are aware that he knows exactly where you are in the Tower at any given time, as he recognizes your heartbeat. While a normal person would find this obsession creepy, there is a part of you that appreciates his neediness. Never in your life has someone adored you as deeply as he does, like a giddy little puppy trailing behind your feet.

One day, you both have uncharacteristically busy schedules. Homelander is out of the Tower the entire day doing movie shoots and interviews, while you are stuck inside with mounds of paperwork that must be sorted and sent to the appropriate floors. You don't see him at all during the day, even as you travel up and down the Tower levels. It's a bit of a shock, as you keep expecting to be dragged into some empty room by a pair of oversized hands for an impromptu hug, but it just never happens.

Finally, you take a breath of relief as your work day is done. For the last hour you have been compulsively watching the clock, waiting until you can head up to the penthouse. You usually stay behind until everyone else leaves the office, with the charade of being a workaholic. In reality, as part of your discreet routine, Homelander asserts that you ensure none of your co-workers see you taking the elevator up. Considering how nosy you've come to realize Vought employees are, it's probably for the best.

Checking the hallways to make sure the coast is clear, you stroll silently to the elevator. It's funny how something as mundane as an elevator can remind you of him. Every room and doorway in the Vought Tower has very high ceilings, built to accommodate Homelander's height. Having to lift your head up to view the arrow lights above the elevator makes you crack a smile, like how you have to crane up to see Homelander grinning when he stands above you.

Just as the doors begin to close, a large hand slides in between and forces them open. You are momentarily startled by the suddenness, but are pleasantly surprised to see Homelander for the first time since last night. However, you begin to worry you have done something to distress him as he saunters in reservedly with his arms behind his back, expressionless and not even acknowledging your existence. You look up at him, concerned, as the elevator closes and continues its ascent to the penthouse.

"I missed you," you say quietly, not taking your eyes off of him. The tension in the elevator is intensely thick, and you hope that whatever day he had today has not left him in an irritable mood. He has been complaining more and more to you about the pressure he feels with this movie, and you know the expectations placed on him have been very overwhelming.

Homelander still does not look at you as he slowly removes his gloves, tucking them into the elevator's hand railing. As he lowers one big hand down to his side, you take the not-so-subtle hint to reach up and let him feel your graceful fingers entwining with his own. Almost instantaneously upon holding your hand, he lowers his head and sighs heavily, savouring what he was forced to be apart from all day. He can't understand the way you soothe him so fast by simply just touching him, but he knows it's something wonderful.

"I wish I could take you with me," Homelander mumbles, eventually looking down at you. Finally discarding the mask he wears out in public, you see the exhausted expression painted on his face, and the wanting in his eyes. He reflexes his fingers a bit tighter around yours. "I hate this."

"Do you want to pick me up?" you ask, moving in front of him while still holding his hand. You know it's what he wants from you right now, but you've learned how timid he is around you when he displays his vulnerable side. He needs your permission to allow himself comfort, as if upsetting you by taking it forcefully will only isolate him further.

His eyes turn glassy as he gently nods, focused completely on you. Letting go of his hand, you spread your arms out as he bends down to pick you up by the waist. Propping you up with one arm under your thighs and the other along your back, he rests you against his chest to be eye-level with you.

Since you started dating Homelander, you've come to understand how secretive he is about himself. He prefers to keep the inner workings of his mind hidden to everyone but himself, even if it is to his detriment not to express these thoughts. However, the one thing he's let slip is how much he hates looking down at you. He's gotten used to having to look down at everyone around him, further proving his inner voice correct that he is a god to these vermin. But you are different, you see him for who he truly is. Out of everyone he's ever encountered, you are the only one worthy to see him at his level. In his own strange way, you know this is meant to be a compliment.

"I'm sorry today was so difficult," you console him, stroking his cheek with your hand. Homelander greedily nuzzles into your palm, taking in your touches like a parched man lost in the desert.

"If our relationship was public, I could come with you," you mention, knowing you are treading choppy waters even bringing this up. This is a topic he has been determined to avoid, but you hate seeing him so depressed.

"I'm not… I'm not going to put you in danger," he stammers, nudging deeper into your hand. He closes his eyes when he can no longer stop his tears from falling. "I-I can't lose you… I can't."

You feel Homelander start to unravel, nearly hyperventilating as he gives into his anxieties. He lifts your body up for a proper hug, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he rests his head on your shoulder. You can feel the restraint vibrating through his hands as he grasps you, resisting his full strength for this delicate embrace. If he were to ever accidentally hurt you, you know it would kill him.

"Shh, shh…" you soothe him, scratching the back of his head with your nails. "It's okay, baby boy. I got you. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

You feel Homelander nodding as he attempts to regulate his breathing, combing his large fingers through your hair. Even on the brink of a mental breakdown, just feeling you near him is enough to seal any cracks formed on his imagined dam wall, so close to bursting.

More than anything he wishes he could bring you out with him in public, but he is so afraid. You aren't a supe, you can't protect yourself. If you were away from him and got hurt, or worse died, he would lose control. He would burn the city, nay the world, to ashes for daring to take you away from him. You are the only person who has ever truly cared for him, his saint in plain clothes.

The elevator dings as it reaches Homelander's penthouse, and the doors slide open. Still hugging you with one arm, he nonchalantly grabs his gloves from the railing and walks into the penthouse's living room. He drops his gloves on the coffee table and lies down on the couch with his immense arms still enveloping you, refusing to break from your embrace. For the most part he's calmed down, self-soothing by feeling you under his fingers, though you still hear him sniffling and feel the wetness of his tears.

You know the only way to avoid circumstances where Homelander becomes too distraught is to give him a break from it all, to be alone with you. And as long as he keeps rejecting the idea of going public, you know situations like this will keep occurring. You try and think of another way to be close to him, and astonishingly you have a brilliant idea.

"You know…" you begin, pausing to make sure you have Homelander's full attention. "You don't have a personal assistant right now, do you? Since you fired the last one?"

He relents his iron grip on you to let you sit up slightly, getting a better view of your face. You can tell his mind is still a bit clouded from his emotions as he shakes his head, not fully understanding why you're asking him this.  

"If you told Ashley that you wanted a new assistant, I could apply for the position," you suggest, wiping away his tears. "That way, I could always be by your side, wherever you go."

"Re…really?" he asks, reaching up to touch your cheek, almost as if to assure himself that you are real.

"You'd better be careful though," you declare, grinning as you take hold of his hand. "Once I'm your assistant, you'll never be able to get rid of me."

Homelander can't stop himself from smiling at your playful words, revealing his fangs that would otherwise terrify anybody else. He remembers his life before you, how he let himself be guided by his anger towards the world, and treasures how easily you can bring him back down when he's spiralling.

"I… I love you," he whispers as he brings you closer for a kiss. Your lips are a lot smaller than his, but you kiss with such love that it doesn't even register to him. Running your fingers along his undercut, you hear him whine as you scratch just the right spot, feeling him become more placid as the last of his worries leave his body.

The two of you lie like that the rest of the night, content in the serenity of each other's company. You aren't even aware of how much time has passed until you realize Homelander has fallen asleep, totally drained from his gruelling day. In any other scenario, you would've woken him up to fly you back home, but tonight you know how much he needs to be with you.

"Goodnight sweetheart," you kiss him on the forehead as you lie back down. Nestling yourself in between his chest and arm, you start to feel yourself doze off. Tomorrow is another day to worry about being seen in his penthouse, right now you take solace knowing things between you two will only get better.

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[another-day]

welcome back to episode in review and HOO BOY do we have a lot to talk about

spoilers for episode 18 of inanimate insanity invitational!!!!!

so to begin OH MY GOODNESS that was a doozy

that episode was intense i had to keep pausing and rewinding it was scary ok lets start

seeing this i just knew i was in for a ride whoop dee doo!!

i feel like they were right TO A DEGREE, because mephone doesn’t have any ill intentions, he’s just misguided. he thinks the show is the only way he can have friends or people who like him, its really sad.

just wanted to include this because THEY’RE ALL SO SILLY and cabby politely standing beside the seat because she can’t sit on it THEY’RE SO SILLY

i was talking to some of my friends about this earlier, but silver’s whole world probably cane crashing down here. he’d been fighting for not just himself, but candle as well, and her not wanting to give him her vote, despite him doing everything she wanted, was probably heartbreaking. he’d found his inner flame and beat the competition and this is what he gets? i understand why he was so pissed later on because the one person he thought would be happy for him wasn’t.

he almost immediately covered it up, but his inner flame’s later outburst shows how he really felt.

mephone was hoping his plan would follow through here, but it also shows he’s hung onto the guilt of season one’s finale. in one of my previous theories, i guessed that he valued paintbrush for two reasons; that he thought they’d understand the guilt of losing 4s, and that they act somewhat similarly to him. i don’t think this is in confirmation of that, but it backs it up somewhat.

the perfect prize to mephone is this going to plan, without any casualties despite what the season four file may imply, from what i can tell. he’s scared its all gonna go wrong the same way season one’s finale did. however, i still don’t think he wamted to follow through with this plan, evidenced by both him and the floor at the end.

do i need to say anything

its the anti-avengers dude

sorry this was so funny to me i had to include it

this scene messed me up guys like seriously

on one hand, candle thinks silver spoon’s learned his lesson, that the inner flame is not something to boast, but rather cherish and use for good. she thinks this because silver spoon functions in such a way. he reveals something about himself that she doesn’t approve of, she expresses that, and he changes to fit her standards, that’s how its always been. it shows her trust in him, his constant, because as much as he thinks otherwise, he never truly changes his ways, until now at least. that’s why she was so shocked, thinking he wouldn’t hang on to that since he seemed so unbothered previously. to her, silver was almost always an open book, so to see him hide something was shocking.

for silver spoon on the other hand, the one person who always had his back, who taught him everything he knew, turned on him. he did everything she asked and she won’t support him. it would be enraging, hence why he didn’t understand her lesson. he was too focused on the fact that she’d decided, in his eyes, that he still wasn’t enough, too powered by emotion and greed. he’s incredibly insecure, so to have her tell him he’s doing everything he aspired for wrong resulting in the rage clouding his mind, and thus,

SHE IS DEAD BOY ‼️

seeing him inching toward her motionless body at the end was tragic i was on the floor. she advised him not to let the inner flame, his rage, cloud his mind, he didn’t listen, and look where that led him. its tragic, really.

as a mephone angst enjoyer WAAAAH

this was mean, springy’s mean, i don’t like him.

… but he’s right. to mephone, this WAS all a game. he’s changed and grown, but that’s not gonna change how badly he’s treated people. mephone is broken because he refuses to fix himself. implied through the screen protector memory from episode 13 season two, mephone was taugh that he was strong, and should never be a vulnerable. as a likely result, he may have grown to resent vulnerability, and in turn never sought help, because that would be making yourself vulnerable.

whoop dee doo ok i’m ending it there before i get out of hand.

thanks for reading this if you did and i hope you didn’t completely hate it!!!

have a lovely day, and stay safe ;P

#inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #iii ep 18 #iii 18 #iii 18 spoilers

[mothwingwritings]

Release

F!Reader X Ren Hana

Hello everyone!!! Back at it again with a new Boyfriend To Death fic ❤

I know what you might be saying. “Wow another BTD fic based around a collar, real original Moth” BUT in my defense I actually wrote this one before the story I wrote for Strade. My brain barfed this out a few months ago (when I finished playing through Ren’s route for the first time) but I wanted to make something Christmas-esque because it was December, so Strade’s story came out first.

Regardless, I had a lot of fun writing both, so I hope you enjoy them too! ❤

Though there is nothing overtly sexual in this, due to the subject nature of this fic this story is 18+ ONLY please!!!

Warnings: imprisonment, abuse (physical and mental), reader has some extreme Stockholm syndrome going on, incredibly unhealthy relationship, biting, blood, reader gets hurt, mentions of sex, I guess maybe petplay potentially??? (what with the collar and all).

Thank you for reading!

“Okay… You promise you’ll be a good girl, right? No funny business?”

Despite being perched on soft carpet, your legs ached from kneeling on them for the past half hour. You kept your back pin straight and your shoulders even, your hands neatly folded in your lap. His voice was cheery as he spoke down to you, playful even, but you knew Ren well enough to know that these next moments were crucial. With him, even the most benign moments could turn at the drop of a hat.

“I promise Ren. I’ll be good.”

Your voice was soft as you responded to him, big doe eyes looking up at the beastkin in expectation. Your promise wasn’t a lie- you always intended to be good for him, striving to do so even when the situation made that nearly impossible. You bit your bottom lip apprehensively, a slight shiver wracking Ren’s body when you did so. He was watching you just as closely as you were him, drinking in your form, honing in on each and every move of your body and change of expression. 

He smiled at you, that sad half smile he always got when he was grappling with his inner emotions. “I know you will. You are always good for me… To me…” He hesitated for a moment, staring with trepidation at the key that lay in his hand. It was no bigger than his pinky, but seemed to weigh him down regardless.

“I’m just, um, nervous I guess. But I’m not sure why? It’s not like taking it off is gonna change anything,” Though he laughed to dispel the tension, it had the opposite effect, his nerves palpable as he fidgeted where he stood.

For a moment you thought he was going to go back on his word. Tell you to forget about it and toss the shock collar’s key aside, leaving you stuck in it for another day. Part of you wondered if that would even matter. Ren was right, nothing truly would change, collar or not.

… But still, you couldn’t help but hope. That cruel, nagging feeling swelled up in your heart, making your breath hitch in anticipation. Your heart beat like a drum in your chest and sweat slicked your brow as you watched him nervously turn the key around in his palm, your fate in his hands as he mulled the decision over.

It had been months now that the collar had been around your neck, heavy and overbearing, a constant, torturous reminder of your new life. He had only allowed it to come off in brief intervals when you showered or when you slept so that you could find some comfort as you laid next to him, caged in by his embrace. Otherwise it wrapped around your neck like a noose, and even though these days its intended purpose was hardly necessary, Ren kept it firmly in place. He was too afraid to keep it off you for long, worried that given the choice you would abandon him too.

But you wouldn’t. For better or worse, whatever twisted feelings Ren had harbored for you, you now shared for him-all of his ardent affections reciprocated. Deep inside you knew this all was wrong, and it would be a blatant lie if you said you no longer felt any fear or sadness over all that had transpired (all that continues to transpire) while he held you in captivity. Even so, none of that dulled the fact that at this point you craved his touch, yearned for his smile, and wanted nothing more than his companionship and love to get you through the lonely struggle life had become.

After spending months with him as your only companion, you had grown to care deeply for Ren. Though the experience was often terrifying and confusing, you had learned to place your trust in him as he watched over you the past half year, relying on him for all your needs and necessities. The more time you spent together, the more you learned about him. And the more you learned, the more you began to open up to him. 

After a certain point, love began to blossom.

That feeling flourished within, growing so unruly that even his moments of torment and cruelty were accepted with open arms. It took you awhile to realize it, but you now understand that everything Ren does he does for your benefit. Whether he was treating you like a princess or teaching you a harsh lesson, Ren did everything in his power to make sure you were cared for, protected, and aware. Life wasn’t always fair and kind, it was better to be taught that at the hands of someone who loved you then to experience it unexpectedly out in the wild.

Looking back on it now, you were a fool not to appreciate him sooner. All the fussing and fighting you did when he first brought you home seemed completely ridiculous now. He took you in, let you live in a nice home, prepared you home cooked meals every day, and lavished you in affection even when you were being stubborn and didn’t deserve it.

For all that he is and all that he has done for you- the good and bad alike- he deserved nothing but your wholehearted devotion in return. Thinking about the past made you cringe but you refused to let yourself get caught up in it, doing your best every day to be good for him and make up for your prior indiscretions. He loved you with all that he is, poured his soul into caring for you and keeping you content. No past lover had ever treated you with the loyalty or attention that Ren had, and you were thankful for that.

 His happiness had become your happiness. To risk the life you had built together by taking advantage of his kindness was unthinkable.

But even with your steadfast dedication to him, he still continued to mull over this decision with a deep scowl plastered on his face. An ache blossomed in your chest. Surely he had to realize by now that he was just as precious to you as you were to him? You pouted a bit as you watched him agonize over the situation, your heart hurting to see him have such a lack of faith in your bond.

“… Ren?”                                                                                    

Your questioning voice caught his attention, dragging his focus away from the key he was clutching in his sweaty grip. The moment you had grabbed his attention, you slowly began scooting closer to him, your knees itching as they scratched against the fibers of the fancy carpet. Once you neared him, you raised your hands till they cupped his, gently enveloping his shaky fist in your warm hold. You pulled his hand towards your mouth, delicately kissing each of his fingers as you stared up into his eyes.

“If you don’t want to take it off, you don’t have to,” you smiled at him genuinely, your lips lingering on his thumb before you pulled away. You felt a shiver pass through him as his eyes grew hazy, boring into yours with growing intensity, “I can tell it’s making you uncomfortable, so it’s OK. I am not upset, we can keep it on another day-“

“No.”

Your eyes widened at the assuredness in his voice, all previous concern nonexistent. “No… It’s time to take it off. It’s only getting in the way at this point. Just… Gimme a second, OK?”

He positioned himself behind you, nervous hands fumbling as he worked to remove the collar. After several seconds of poking and prodding, a loud ‘click’ came from the back of your neck followed by a small thud as the heavy collar fell from your body, colliding with the carpeted floor.

Your hand’s shot up to touch your exposed skin, a shiver coursing through you as the cold air hit your sweaty flesh. Tears began to well in your eyes as the realization donned on you. You were free. You had been a good girl for Ren and he rewarded you for it, just like you knew he would.

“W-well,” you heard Ren stutter above you, clearly a bit nervous about what may happen next, “What do you think? How does it feel?”

“It feels amazing,” your voice warbled as you still got used to the sensation. Its absence was foreign and exciting and you couldn’t help but break out in a huge, elated grin. “Thank you Ren. Thank you so much.”

He lowered himself in front of you, crouching on his knees. “Can I see?” A hint of worry still remained in his timid voice, fearful that you may still end up rejecting him.

You looked to him with a smile and nodded, baring your neck for him to witness. “Of course! I probably look a little bit different without it on, huh?”

“Pretty…” His voice was breathless as he dragged his fingers gingerly across the freed skin of your neck. His pupils dilating slightly as he felt you shudder under his touch. “So, so pretty… But also, a little barren, don’t you think?”

Your breath caught at the insinuation, a small wave of panic causing your body to tense. Did he regret his decision after all? Was he going to put the collar back on? You had told him it was fine if he decided that, and you weren’t someone who went back on their word, but at the same time… that was before you experienced it. Now that you realized how good it felt without that horrible, weighty reminder clinging to your skin, you dreaded the thought of it attached to your body once more.

An airy chuckle fell from his lips as he noted your reaction. He leaned in closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek as he brought his mouth close to your ear.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, I’m not going to put it back on. But I do hate the idea of you walking around without something on your body to signify that you’re mine, you know?” His caress traveled from your cheek, his right hand snaking around your head to cradle it, pulling you closer to him. His free hand wrapped around your waist, which kept you flush against him.

“I want to give you something better than that collar,” his voice had become strained, lithe fingers curling up to entangle in your hair, tugging roughly on the strands at the base of your neck. “I want you to have something personal, something that will look perfect on you.”

Without another word, he latched himself to your neck. Not in a kiss, but a harsh, powerful bite.

You gasped as his sharp incisors dug themselves into your flesh, a wave of pain causing tears to flood your eyes. You pressed your fists against his chest, biting down on your trembling bottom lip in an effort to hold back your cries.

Warm blood trickled from the wound as he detached himself, a vibrant trail snaking from the puncture wound to slither down your neck. His tongue stopped it before it hit your collar bone, leaving a wet, sloppy streak across your neck as he licked up the mess.

“This is much better, right?” He asked tentatively, his fingers traveling down to trace the wound he had inflicted. Blood coated his fingertips as he ran them over the injury, his breath hitching as he smeared you with crimson, “prettier… you are so pretty, (name)…”

“T-thank you Ren,” you flinched at the movement of his fingers, shuddering as he pressed down on the open wound, “It’s much better.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed, pivoting your head slightly so that he could nuzzle into the unmarred side, “but it’s not perfect yet, there needs to be more.”

Another abrupt bite sunk into your flesh. This time you couldn’t help but cry out, blubbery whimpers tumbling from your quivering lips. You felt Ren shiver against you, your reactions eliciting an excited moan from him that was muffled by your flesh in his jaw. The hold his teeth had on you eventually yielded, but the assault of his mouth did not. Feverish kisses pressed against the new wound, his tongue lapping at the blood as it muscled its way across the puncture. You whined at the sensation, waves of pain emanating from the weeping, gory wounds as he continued to aggravate them.

When he finally pulled away tears had already begun to fall freely down your cheeks. Though he had given your neck a much needed break, you were given no time to collect yourself as he proceeded in pressing his lips firmly to yours. The taste of copper flooded your tongue as he deepened the kiss, forcibly pushing himself against you until you had no choice but to lean backwards, your back falling flat against the floor as he crawled overtop you.

He placed his hands on either side of you, his legs straddling your hips as he sat himself atop you. You were effectively caged in when his lips parted from your own, and though his face was obscured in shadows, you could clearly see a swath of your blood spread across his mouth. It perfectly complimented the animalistic hunger in his eyes, his mischievous fox like features seeming far more sinister than normal as he leered down at you.

If you didn’t know any better, you would fear he was going to eat you alive.

“I want to mark you in all kinds of ways, (Name),” His tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, a sliver of pink peeking through the red, “I want to mark you to show you how much I love you. I want you to be able to look at every inch of your body and be reminded of me. That way even if we get separated, you won’t be lonely. You’ll have a constant reminder of how much I love you.”

A serene smile spread across his face as he looked at you, the vibrancy of his blush nearly matching the blood that coated his mouth and chin. He shifted a bit above you, the feel of his hardening cock unmistakable as it pressed against your pelvis.

“I love you,” his voice wavered as he leaned closer towards you, unsteady breaths fanning your face as his lovesick eyes drank you in. His lips were teasingly close to yours as he continued to smile down at you, a small, happy laugh tumbling from his lips as his tail began to swish behind him in excitement.

“I’m so glad I made you mine.”

#I keep coming up with ideas for Strade but forget him Ren gets a turn!!! #ren hana x reader #boyfriend to death x reader #ren btd x reader #ren hana x y/n #ren btd x y/n #boyfriend to death x y/n #btd x reader #btd x y/n #ykmet ren x reader #ren hana #ren btd #ren boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death strade x y/n #btd #ykmet #you kill me every time #dark reader insert #dark fic #I am sleepy but I wanted to post this so honk shoo mimimi enjoy! #and as always thank you for reading and being here!!! #*mwah* #mothwingswritings

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

I loved the acne scar insecurity headcanons! I Hope it this isn’t a problem but could you do the acne scar insecurity with eyeless Jack and bloody painter!!

(IF YOU DO IT TYY) 

Oooh!! Ive never gotten to write for Helen before!! I have a soft spot in my heart for that guy <33

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Eyeless Jack

As someone who is also very insecure, he understands you having insecurities of your own

However, he will try his hardest to get you out of that headspace

Explaining how acne is natural, and nothing to be ashamed about

He might take a more romantic approach as well, calling your scars "constellations", trying to see what pictures he can make out

If he were to find you picking at the scars and looking at them with a displeased face, he would chuckle a bit

"What'chu laughing at?" You ask, a smile forming on your lips

"You look so focused, my love" he purrs smoothly, coming to sit beside you on your bed and taking your hands, holding them to his chest

You sigh and cuddle into his chest, allowing him to cradle your head and press many kisses to your hair

He then brings your head up to look at him, his sharp claws gently booping each scar

"You look like a starry sky, love. Oh my, is that the big dipper?" He squints and leans in closer to your face as if trying to get a better look

"Haa. Haa. Very funny, jack" you say with a grin, swatting his face away

He kisses your forehead and settles down, placing your head into the crook of his nack and wrapping his legs around your own

"If they bother you that much I'm sure there's some form of cosmetic surgery you could get" he mumbles

"Would you be ok with that?" You ask him

"It doesn't really matter what I want, dear. It's your face we're talking about"

You smile and kiss his neck "maybe"

Bloody Painter

He finds your scars quite beautiful, actually

Helen's art style involves seeing beauty in almost everything

A lot of his works include disturbing things, like death, sadness, natural deformities, etc

He follows the motto "art is supposed to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable" to a T.

So when you open up about your insecurities to him, his first instinct is to paint it, and turn it into something you perceive as beautiful

And so he spends many days, working tirelessly on this new art piece of his, making sure to catch every scar, mole, birth mark, etc

If you want to take part in this piece, he will ask you to model for him!

He will put you in a comfortable pose, you are not allowed to have makeup or any skin product on

"Hold still, my sweet, I'm almost done with this piece and then we can take a break"

But if you would rather it be a suprise, he will use a picture of you as reference (as well as adding his own artistic flare)

And he will give it to you as a gift!

The painting itself will be filled with reds and yellows and browns, in the middle will be you with your eyes peacefully closed, each scar being bright stars glowing and bringing some light to the otherwise dark painting

Other than painting I feel like he would love your face in general, just because he thinks its so beautiful <333

Again, he finds beauty in things others do not, so even if you hate your acne scars i can guarantee he will love your face

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