#its a little too vulnerable for her rn but if she ever opens up this is how i see her

[good-beans]

Hm. Eight is a (healing) Kotoko song.

#milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #its a little too vulnerable for her rn but if she ever opens up this is how i see her #one of my favorite songs and i just recently realized how perfectly it suited my reading of her #rose posts #music

[many-gay-magpies]

the urge i have to write novels of groups' lore. is astronomical. if you ever plan on writing that dark moon novel I WILL JOIN YOU I'LL DO IT NO HESITATION WE'RE PRACTICALLY ALREADY WRITING ONE RN

oh god the reader-insert-ness of sooha in the webnovel is sO BAD MAGS. i physically cringed a few times. have a Lot of thoughts abt the sooha i wish we had because yes !!! a sooha with walls built because she has trouble trusting people !! because her whole life she's been judged and been an outcast !! a sooha who fights for her life first and asks questions later because she's just so afraid !!!! and a process of opening up and learning to be vulnerable and loved !!!!!! i also very much see a moment for her when she realizes that if the vampire boys with all their dumbassery/weirdness (and borderline creepiness when you think of the night-prowling) can manage to be the most popular students at decelis, hell, maybe she can too. sooha is a character with a Long way to go in terms of self-love too and i wish her arc could be dedicated to accepting herself in all her uniqueness and growing to be stronger with friends like her by her side. you know, instead of getting a boyfriend. i will not lie to you though, i do still enjoy canon sooha's positivity and bubbly energy. its fun to picture the dark moon boys and sooha like the "sunshine/sunshine protector" meme too, if you know the meme. just sooha w her seven besties that would kill a man for her

OKAY HEAR ME OUT. SHION AND JAKAH ON THEIR LITTLE CRYPTID WALK AND THEY DECIDE TO RACE EXCEPT SHION ON THE CEILING AND JAKAH ON THE FLOOR BC SHION SWEARS ANTIGRAV CEILING TRAVEL IS FASTER THAN NORMAL RUNNING AND JAKAH IS OBVIOUSLY LIKE "i am literally superpowered in terms of speed" AND SHION INSISTING ON RACING ANYWAY (jakah wins ofc and shion ends up kind of dizzy and motion-sick after)

-vrvr anon

NO ALL OF THIS. SO MUCH. id have so many plans for an actually good dark moon novel bro im not kidding like id probably make sooha way more traumatized than she is in canon because i like writing traumatized characters but..... there would be SO MUCH . and hell id probably come up with an entirely different backstory for sooha and the boys and how they were connected Before because the whole princess + knights thing lowkey makes me cringe HDJHFFJGF

BUT ANYWays. SOOHA. YES. the sooha we could have had........ *wipes away single tear* shes so beautiful bro :') EVERYTHING YOU JUST SAID IM HAVING SO MANY FEELINGS . sooha with walls a mile thick !! sooha who fights first and asks questions later !! yes !!!!! a sooha who's just. so constantly afraid all the time of being cast out or shunned or even KILLED for something she's not even sure she IS, and covers that fear with the biggest show of bravery she knows how to put on because the fear only lets them know she's vulnerable. don't let them know. never let them know

like you said though i do like the (webtoon) canon dynamic of her being sunshine and all the boys being her seven sunshine protectors (that dynamic is my absolute shit shjfbfjfb its SO sweet) but even then id like it even better if the dynamic was less focused on sooha and heli's romance plot and more focused on... sooha..... like just imagine. a sooha that's aggressively sweet and kind and cheery, a sooha that's unwaveringly positive, precisely BECAUSE she's been through so much shit in her life and she doesn't want to be the "evil, murdering vampire" that everyone sees her as, so she covers all her bad parts up with a sunny attitude and a bright smile, hoping that people won't hate her that way. she's friendly and personable, but after chris she always kept people at arm's length so that no one could find out the truth. this sooha still needs to learn how to love herself, and be vulnerable; how to accept that who she is isn't something to be ashamed of. hell, she might even be on par with salty defensive brash sooha in my head :')

[HELP i didnt mean to go and make sunshine sooha angsty as well but. really all my headcanons for her boil down to her being ostracized and attacked all her life and building up walls to protect herself, just in different ways. now that i think about it my ideas for a lot of characters (whether they're headcanons for other characters or ideas for my original characters) involve them putting up masks to hide their true selves/feelings so that they can't be hurt, whats up with that actually--]

OKAY NOW ON A MORE POSITIVE NOTE. i just got the very funny image of the "sunshine and seven sunshine protecters" image with sooha and the brothers but,,, she is ALSO very capable of killing a man. so like some dude comes up to her and tries to pull some shit and all the vamps are like "grrr hands off our bestie >:(" in the background but she fucking annihilates the guy before any of them get the chance to do anything. (sunshine protectors who WOULD kill a man for her but usuallu dont need to because she's completely capable of disposing of them herself)

a race with jakah on the ground and shion on the ceiling.... thats such a funny image bro im in love with it. and then at the end when jakah's waiting at the meeting point they agreed upon and shion finally, FINALLY reaches it (like a full thirty seconds to a minute after jakah lmao), he drops down from the ceiling spiderman-style, wrapping himself around jakah and knocking him to the ground while hissing "you fucking cheater" in his ear. and jakah (dying from the full weight of shion on top of him) is like "ITS LITERALLY MY POWER WHAT DID YOU EXPECT--"

#asks #anon 📝 #vrvr anon #dark moon nonsense #dark moon

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

hii!!! may I request an akutagawa x fem!reader that likes to cuddle him and he is perfectly fine with it

maybe when they are going to sleep they hug each other, or while he is cooking uk IM SORRY ITS SO SICKLY SWEET GWJRGWJEBW I'm not feeling well rn, maybe that's the reason agfjwb

and nw take ur time and take care♡ don't feel pressure and welcome here<3

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Akutagawa x Fem!Reader

Genre:Angst to Fluff

Format:One Shot

Warnings:None

A/n:OMG my heart is melting by this request!its so sweet omg omg its just too sweettttt T^T i mean his my top favorite man and imagining him like that...just god T^T

tysm baby and please send more requests like this! T^T

@titamaow

The dark sky,the lonely people on the streets,the stray dogs howling at the whole moon,

everything reminded him of death.

it was tiring.all the work he had to do to be worthy of living was so tiring.he hated it.he always had,

but what could he do about it...?

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa tried to let out a deep breath,but the feeling of his lungs burning up only made him feel worth.going home at four o'clock in the midnight wasnt exactly something he would hate,but it wasnt something he would look forward to either.it didnt really matter anyway,because he never complained about it.

he didnt allow himself to.

but he was tired.he was exhausted.things werent supposed to turn out like this.he knew it wasnt going to be easy,but it was just too much now.or maybe it wasnt...

maybe he deserved to be a wretched dog.

when he found himself in front of her apartments door,he wasnt surprised.he wasnt planning to come here,he was supposed to go to his own house where his sister was waiting for him worried sick,he was supposed to keep his distance from her so she wouldnt get hurt,he was supposed to...

but who was he kidding?this was something that he was never able to do.besides,his poor sister was too tired from her own work.she always passed out on her bed the moment she got home...

damn me...i dragged Gin with myself into this mess too.

without any sort of hesitation,Akutagawa opened the door with his key and slowley went into her bedroom.he had no idea what this unfamiliar feeling inside his heart was,but he do knew who could fix it.

the moment he laid eyes on the innocent,angle looking human being on the bed,something took out the fire inside him.seeing her chest slowly moving up and down,heering her breathing so calmly,it all meant that she was alive,and it was the most beautiful thing Akutagawa had ever seen in his whole life.

he didnt want to wake her up,he didnt want disturb her,he didnt want to do many stuff and had many regrets,

but he never said he was perfect and never expected himself to be.

moving closer,he gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb,which made her shake a little bit and open her eyes after a few seconds. looking at the shadowy figure who was standing by her bed,y/n blinked a few times to make her eyesight clear,untill she recognized his pale skin that was slightly shining by the moonlight.

"Ryuu...?what are you...ah...what time is it?"

Akutagawa didnt answer her.instead he took off his coat and immediately placed his head on y/n's hand,which made her surprised. after a few seconds remaining silent,the young girl chuckled and started talking to her boyfriend as she ran her fingers through his black,messy hair.

"long day...huh?"

"i love it"

"what?"

"your sleepy voice.its adorable"

y/n smiled and let out a calm,deep breath while staring at his shiny,silver grey eyes realising something must have happened to him.

"really?"

"really"

"then you should come here in the midnights more often"

Akutagawa sighed as he pressed his head on her chest.

"now youre just taking advantage of me"

"well you interuptted my precious sleeping session,so youve gotta make up for it somehow"

seeing him slowly closing his eyes,y/n could tell that her baby was exhausted and sleepy.she didnt want to see him this vulnerable, but she couldnt help but admitt to herself that she loved it when he wasnt on-gaurded,as he always was.

"look at you being the little spoon! if you think im adorable,you should see yourself right now"

"just shut up and hug me,you idiot"

slightly laughing,she wrapped her arms around his man,gentley tapping his back that would made him go to sleep.things like this wouldnt happen too many times,so she had to enjoy what she was experiencing at that moment.

"so...what has happened to you?comming here at this hour and..."

she suddenly stopped talking when she noticed that Ryuunosuke had fallen sleep long before she could even realise.

putting a soft smile on his face,y/n put a gentle kiss on his forehead,slightly chuckling when he let out a sigh,unconceously.

"the port mafias rabid dog,huh...?"

i hope youre satisfied with this,and i really enjoyed writing it.

ty love and take care! :)

-Ash

#bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #atsushi x reader #atsushi headcanons #nakajima atsushi #nakajima atsushi x reader #atsushi hcs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #bsd aktugawa #chuuya hcs #chuuya headcanons #nakahara chuuya #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai hcs #dazai osamu #dazai headcanons #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #akutagawa x reader

[sweettodo]

a simple competition.

⟿ Hisoka Morow x freader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Includes : threesome, toys, smut, not even a good plot but yk, consumption of alcohol

word count : 2,7k.

my last little surprise for you guys, some more threesum action .... here you go puppies. THX FOR 300 [ almost 400 rn :) ] <3 !!! your favorite men at your disposal... [y/n is aged].

fun fact, I'm eating takis rn, are these spicier than usual or am I imagining things ? i’m also watching ‘malcolm and marie’ AMAZING movie, i highly suggest it, the dynamic of the two is so detailed, such a good movie.

••

Maybe it wasn't a clever idea to drink, but once you attained that nice and warm sensation in your gut, there was certainly nothing stopping you from finishing the already half-empty bottle of pink whitney.

Laying sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the room slowly spins around you. Content and relaxed with your position.

It wasn't your fault, Pakudona reassuring you that it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun tonight, that Chrollo wouldn't heed if you crashed here for the night, he was tipsy, manspreading on the other end of the couch, eyes puffy and glossed over, enjoying the quiet.

Music was playing thirty minutes previously, but as the night went on, one by one, the others hit the road to sleep off their intoxication, it was already past midnight.

One person had yet to leave, that was Hisoka... of course.

He wandered back into the living room, plopping down next to you and your friend on the couch, "leaving anytime soon? Y/n?"

You shook your head, "staying the night." Hisoka's arched eyebrows rise, a little smile tugging at the niche of his mouth.

"Is that so?" Chrollo sits up, staring at the kaleidoscopic man, a sarcastic undergone on his tongue.

"That's what happens when you drive here, and drink" You nod, "although I didn't quite intend on you staying the night, Morow." He hums, Hisoka pinches the corner of the thin card, waving it back and forth teasingly.

"I can't let you have our playmate all to yourself," you roll your eyes.

"It's not like that," you mutter, staring the magician in the eyes, "I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

"That is true," Chrollo interjects, "that doesn't mean you want to leave though, is it?" you shrug.

"No, I wanna stay, got an issue with that?" you ask, he shakes his head.

"Of course not- although, I suppose Hisoka would be better off on his way."

You estimated things would only get progressively worse from here, the moment Hisoka's bloodlust began to fill the air, you felt this was your cue; before you're able to leave the room, Hisoka's hand is fastened around your wrist, sitting you back down.

"Oh, you can't flee now," dread fills your face, "come on, we might as well finish the conversation."

You and Chrollo both knew what he was talking about. No matter how petty or pathetic, it appears to be that the rivalry between the two never seemed to subside, even drunk.

"Go on, since you have so much to say."

"Am I wrong for thinking my friend is a pretty girl? I seem to remind her more than you do."

"You seem to think you own her, it's pitiful honestly, " Blushing, you look down at your thighs, "do you think she's pretty, Chrollo?"

"I do. I think she knows that right?" you peek up at him, he gleams and tilts his head.

"Look at her, my, you must like us flattering you." You shake your head.

"That's because you neglect to tell her more often, does Chrollo ever call you pretty?" with Hisoka pushing Chrollo's every button, tensions were surging, both men now at the edge of their seats- literally.

"No, he doesn't," you speak, the magician letting out a deep chuckle, you felt like you were being scrutinized, the eyes burning into you felt poisonous and dour, you felt minuscule compared to them.

"I could do so much better than call you pretty, right kitten?" your heart sinks to your stomach, gulping hard. It was too hard to look at them in the eyes as you sunk further into the couch.

"Are we making you nervous?"

The inquiry continues.

"Yeah- you are." You retort, "you guys are talking about me like I'm not here."

"Then let's ask the lady herself, y/n." Looking up to meet Hisoka's gaze, "who do you think could take better care of you?"

Heart pounding out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies, "I- I don't know, I've never thought about it." Laughing, you look to see Chrollo, who's standing to his feet.

"I think I know a way to help you decide," smug smile peeking from his face, "unless you don't want to?"

A single nod is all they needed to know, Hisoka standing to his feet, seeing how you sat on the couch as still as a statue, "please don't be so tense, you know how good we are to you." Hisoka slowly picks up your hand.

He's steering you to your feet, "what do you have in mind, Chrollo?" the man leading you two upstairs.

"I think I have something that'll work out for all of us."

The dress you wore to this get-together now seemed like you were exposed, bare, and vulnerable, you knew what their agenda was, you didn't fancy the idea of being the center of attention.

Chrollo slowly clicking open his door, walking in, and promptly turning on the light, you're led to the side of his king-sized bed, his room was both contemporary and warm, comforting feeling; the walls a deep vermilion, the sheets plush, soft and black tones.

"We should leave it up to our little kitten to decide," the buttons on his shirt slowly coming undone, stopping at his sternum.

"What do you think, Morow?" Hisoka looks at you with low eyes.

"I'll go first."

Chrollo stalks towards you, sitting there falling apart at the seams, Chrollo's large and reaching behind your ear, thumb gently caressing your jawline, side to side, "you okay with this? Sweetheart?" you nod, the name sending jolts between your thighs.

Hisoka's rubbing your bare leg, sitting next to you on the mattress as his fingertips trail up and down, his hand stopping inside your thigh and pressing a leg open, Chrollo clasping your other knee and you lay on your back

"I'll get some time to please you, Hisoka gets the same when I'm done, yes?"

You're breathless, Hisoka grabbing you and pressing your back against him, his hands pinching the seams of your dress, "cute little dress- you should wear it more often for me." He hums, rolling it up, your thighs buckled together while lifting your back off the mattress, the dress sitting bunched up at your hips, the panties you wore sitting on your hips.

"My, who knew she would wear something so- revealing." Arms linking around your own, Hisoka keeps you completely locked in place.

"Did you wear these for me? Kitten?" Chrollo asks, shaking your head no.

Tugging at the little strong which hardly kept you covered, “I'll keep these, yeah?” you nod, the pants of Chrollo’s fingers barely ticking you, brushing against your already anxious body.

"Stay still for me, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe.

Hand leaning over past Hisoka, he's opening up the drawer beside his bed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the little pink toy, compact in nothing bugger than four inches long, he sits on the bed in front of you, bringing the little object to your core.

He switches it on the lowest setting, the only noise in the room was the quiet buzzing of the vibrator as he barely touches your clit, the tiniest contact with the toy having your chest rise and fall, "keep these open for me, okay princess?" his fingers hook below your panties, pulling them down and placing them beside him.

"Such a pretty pussy, don't you think, Hisoka?" You're gnawing on your bottom lip from the teasing little touches with the toy, he was doing this on purpose; your legs laid open, the other man holding your arms to where you couldn't do anything if you wanted to.

"It is, I'm sure it's even prettier when it's cumming,"

Chrollo finally presses the vibrator onto your clit, he leans over your cunt, spitting, your mouth opens, the saliva hardly cooling your excited cunt.

He uses his free hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the floor, he leans down leveled to your cunt, holding your leg over his broad and muscular shoulder, his tongue licking a stripe towards your occupied clit. Your body shakes, digging further into Hisoka's chest, he holds you tighter.

"Fuck, p-please!" you gasp, wanting to dig your hands into his hair, thrashing against Hisoka's arms, "let me touch-" your pleads fall on deaf ears, Chrollo’s tongue swirling into you in sinful ways, your legs twitching, the toy too much to handle.

The euphoric feeling of the overstimulation sending a pool of cream right onto Chrollo's tongue, lapping up every drop of you.

You were dizzy, Chrollo drinking up all of your essences, his hand pressed into your thigh to keep you from buckling onto him, your back grinding against the pressure of Hisoka's growing erection, his hands had grabbed the straps of your dress, one by one pulling them down and releasing your tits from the braless dress.

It's almost too good to be true- the man spending a dangerous amount of time eating your pussy like it was his very last meal, tasting everything he possibly could, the vibrator maintaining its spot in little circles around your swollen and screaming clit.

Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of your body, you're dripping sweat, he pulls off of you, your cum covering his reddish swollen lips, chin soaked. You looked a wreck, makeup streaming down your face, legs numb, his head coming to yours, he kisses your panting lips, releasing you from Hisoka.

The taste of your cum filling your mouth, his tongue licking past your bottom lip and into your mouth.

"Take this off." tearing at your dress, peeling it over your head, unzipping his pants, "you're gonna straddle me and stay still, is that okay with you, kitty?"

"O-okay, what about Hisoka?" Grabbing your hips, you straddle him. He raises you a little.

"He's gonna watch me make you cum a few more times-" hissing in the air as he assists you to slide down onto his cock, the stretch was unbearable, but you push through, trying not to slouch over in pain.

"-hurts, bad!" You sob.

"You take me so well, it'll only hurt for a second, promise."

His hand's move, one to your waist and one loosely around your throat as he holds you up to get a better grip on your already weakened body.

Keeping eye contact with Hisoka as your body is demolished by the man beneath you, eyes boring into you seductively, captivated by your mess of a face.

You felt as if you were being torn in half, crying out his name as he knew just how to fuck you; fucking your pussy just right.

Fucking you so hard you were going numb.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!" you screamed, head falling back as you searched desperately for air, Chrollo rolling his hips into you as he released you, slumping to his chest, his chest stick from sweat.

"You wanna be filled with my seed, kitty?" Nodding in his shoulder.

"Please fill me- I want your cum,"

The feeling of his cum seeping down his cock and deep into your beaten-up cunt, his breath heavy against your ear.

You sit up, large arms wrapping from behind you and pulling you off of your straddle, Chrollo getting off the bed to clean himself off as Hisoka sits you on the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, smiling as you look up at him, blurred eyes.

"My my, I don't think she can handle it, or can you?"

"I-I can, trust me." He smiles, pleased with your answer, his soft hands taking up your arm before leaning you back, onto your back, he was sweaty, so his shirt was clinging to his body, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, pulling his tie loose while standing between your open legs, "let me see your wrists, princess."

He's leading you against the bed frame, linking your hands together and finishing off the knot around the post of the frame, the man getting on his knees between your legs, letting his shirt hand open as his hands work at his slacks, unbuckling the leather belt and tossing it to the side, "you look so innocent, tied up and quiet as a mouse, even after you just got fucked out," he pushes down his pants, erection throbbing from underneath his underwear.

The area between your legs throb, he was beyond ready to feel your walls tighten around him, he was ready to hear you begging for more.

He needed to one-up Chrollo.

He lifts your hips, your legs propped against his thighs while remaining restrained, his tip aiming into you accordingly before pushing into your beaten cunt.

His arm propped, flexing as he grips the headboard, drilling into your cunt with no tenderness, he spares you no pain as he ruts into you, ready to split you in half the instant he saw you spilling cum at the hands of his rival.

The size of him left you perplexed, the way he was splitting you open while bringing you to an indescribable state of heaven had you a sloppy mess, the thick cock he had with his veins filling in the little nerves you had yet to feel seconds earlier. He filled you, and he filled you well.

Hisoka fucks you until your head is blank, eyes seeing white, one of his hands gripping your hip, keeping you from laying fully on your back.

You try to cry put to him, and he notices.

He slows only slightly, rolling his hips back and forth into you so you can speak, "s-so good, it feels so good!"

Each rut of his hips sends you into oblivion, the way his hips bumped and clashed against your body left you spitting out a mantra of his name, Chrollo inches away from you, rolling your perked nipple in between his fingers, sending chills up your body.

Hisoka brings his eyes to you, "joining in, my friend?" Chrollo pulls his hand back, you almost find yourself whining.

“Did I fuck you better, y/n?” Chrollo taunts, his lips barely pressing against the life of your ear, “is Hisoka making you feel good?” Hisoka's beautiful golden eyes stalk you, waiting for your answer; stabbing right into your soul.

“Answer him, go on, kitten; did he fill you as good as I am?”

The questions were throwing you in for a loop, your stomach twisted, digging your head back deeper into the pillow of Chrollo’s bed.

“Fill me, please- daddy.” You cry, you longed to touch him, to feel his soft hair as he pummeled into you; you tugged on your wrists softly, already weak, the tied limbs going numb and tingling.

Before you know it, another orgasm is torn out of you; groaning out as you tightened and clenching around him, body once again convulsing, legs tightening around Hisoka’s waist. Each time they made you cum, the more came spilling from your cunt, it was almost unreal how much the bed was soaked, how soaked your thighs were, Hisoka’s pants being stained in the process.

This pretty little soaked pussy, sucking me in so good.” Panting, his head falls back, his dick quaver’s while his thrusts become more staggered, hand gripping tighter around your already sore hip.

His seed bathes both you and his cock, hips sputtering as he slowly slips out of your abused cunt. your head spinning, a panting mess at you blink and stare at the ceiling.

You could barely move, the men in the room throwing on clothes, hearing zippers, you lift your head.

Chrollo hands you a blanket, draping it over your body.

Sitting up, the blanket around you, you look at the two men who were fiddling around doing nothing but looming around the room.

While Hisoka buttons up his shirt, he tilts his head towards you, “tired, princess?” you nod.

A devious smirk dances on your lips, they look at you confused, “perhaps though, I might need another round, you know- to decide who was better.”

#hisoka morow #hxh hisoka #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hisoka smut #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo smut #chrollo x reader x hisoka #smut #hxh smut #lemon #hisoka morrow x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader

[wozwaid]

Genshin Boys Sleep Habits

requests are always open so go off ig

ALSO I GOT THE VACCINE TODAY POGGG

Kaeya

- contrary to popular belief, he isnt always a little shit

- the only time you get to see a less annoying kaeya is when hes fast asleep

- hes a genuinely respectful sleeper and stays on his side

- even if he isnt sleeping next to someone, he still stays on his designated side (practice maybe?) 

- he’s naturally cold so sleeping in bed with him is AWESOME CUZ WHO DOESNT LOVE A COLD BED??? BOTH SIDES OF THE PILLOW ARE COLD TOO ITS AMAZING-

Diluc

- k hear me out

- i dont think he sleeps

- i cant see him wearing pajamas like i refuse to

- he doesnt change out of that leather outfit thingy

- lying down = vulnerable and diluc doesnt like either of those things

- but not in the “sleep is for the weak” sort of way, i think he just kinda forgets

- me too

Chongyun

 OEIJAFPEIODKPIO MY BELOVED

- yunnie sleeps on his back 

- and he doesnt move a muscle

- like if you saw him sleeping you might think that hes dead

- however during summer... chongyun is a sleep walker

its the funniest god damn thing ive ever seen in my brain

- his positive energy gets triggered by the heat so he stays cold, but its hard in the summer and for once in his life, chongyun gave up

- he walks around liyue at night and throws salt at people trying to exercise (spelling?) them

- he almost got into a fight with hu tao when he was sleep walking cuz she tried to wake him up

BIG. MISTAKE. never wake up a sleep walker

- the reason i said “almost” was because he tried to swing at her with his claymore but he didnt have it so he was just spinning in circles until he passed out. 

k

Xiao

- voluntary insomniac 

- “you can die from lack of sleep? lol ok bet”

in another lifeee

- i mean he says he doesnt sleep cuz he doesnt need to but lets be honest: the bags under his eyes are heavier than his emotional baggage

- i feel like he would sleep standing up

- or with his eyes open

- OR BOTH

- maybe xiao is just constantly asleep and we just dont know it

- he isnt a sleep walker, he just likes killing things so much that he can LITERALLY do it in his sleep.

 catboy xiao

Albedo

- isnt he like... clay?

- i dont fucking know

Tar-Tar-taglia

- little. shit.

- he takes up the entire fucking bed

- and hes AWARE OF IT

- its not even a romantic thing where he could go “aw you can lie on top of me or something!”

- no. he jumps in the middle of the bed and stares at you with that look you get from 3 year olds when theyre about to do something that they know annoys u

- he sleep kicks too

- and sleep talks

- i feel like he leaks sometimes

wow that didnt make sense idk im on meds cuz im incredibly sore rn

- hes a cuddler but not hte good kind

- its not even cuddling its like hes putting you in a chokehold

anyways fuck you ed sheeran

k my arm hurts and i cant think or type anymore gn send requests for what u want me to write next

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #chongyun x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader

[waveypedia]

Leaving the Nest

Companion piece to The Family We Make (can be read in any order)

Ao3

Granny’s posture is as immaculate as always, but her knuckles grip the pan just a little too tight. To an outsider, she would seem the perfect picture of serenity, but Webby knows the tells that give her away too well.

Of course she does. Granny is Webby’s favorite person in the entire world.

Webby’s family has grown and grown over the last few years, and she wouldn’t trade that for the world. But if it came down to it, Granny is more her family than anyone else. Even the boys. Even Dad.

“Dear, I think we should talk about… the other day,” Granny trails off, awkward and lame. It would be disorienting to see Granny, normally so put-together and articulate, struggling with words. But a couple days ago, Webby saw her chained and captured, crying and beaten, forced to spill her darkest secrets and then knocked out. Manipulated. Nothing Granny does can faze her in quite the same way.

Webby takes a deep breath. “I… I think so too,” she says. “But, honestly, I don’t have anything to say. You’re my Granny.”

Granny’s shoulders slump in relief before she catches herself, her decades of SHUSH training snapping in, and she reorients herself to her ever-present poker face. 

“I’m not, you know,” Granny says quietly, her voice full of shame. Webby stiffens, and glances away before Granny can see the tears pooling in her eyes. “I- I stole you from a SHUSH compound. The photos you have of your parents were a lie. Just another lie among many.”

“I don’t care,” Webby snaps, with more anger in her voice than she intended. But as soon as the words are out of her mouth, she realizes that she truly does feel that anger. Not towards Granny herself, but towards the notion that Granny isn’t her grandmother.

“You’re my grandmother,” Webby declares passionately. “I don’t care if you’re not related to me. I don’t care if I’m a clone of Dad. You stole me from a FOWL compound because you cared about me from the moment we met. You gave up your entire life and a career you’d been working towards for decades for me. You raised me. You locked yourself in the mansion to keep me safe. You’re my grandmother.”

“I’m happy to hear that, dear,” Granny says in the softest of whispers. “More than you could ever know.” Webby thinks she hears Granny’s voice catch, but she can’t be certain. 

“But I lied to you, even after I promised I wouldn’t,” Granny continues, her tone more subdued. She crosses her hands in her lap, making a controlled effort to smooth them out. “You have every right to be angry with me.”

Webby reaches forward and takes her grandmother’s hand in both of hers. “I do,” she agrees. Granny’s head snaps up and she stares at Webby, eyes wide. Webby shrugs nonchalantly, shoulders loose, emulating Louie’s calculated facade of easy calm without realizing it. “But that’s not the kind of person I am, Granny.”

Webby glances away, pursuing her lips. She can’t bear to watch Granny’s face twist in pain. “I… I am frustrated that you lied to me and broke your promise,” she says slowly, haltingly, choosing her words carefully. She’s walking a thin line, basically a tightrope with no net, of expressing her feelings and not upsetting her Granny. “Just don’t do it again, please.”

Granny’s face softens. “Of course, Webby dear. No more secrets.” 

She reaches out to hug Webby, and Webby obliges, but she says stiff. “That’s what you said last time,” Webby mutters into Granny’s shoulder. Her words are almost too soft to be heard, but judging by the way Granny stiffens, she does.

Granny pulls back, her hands still on Webby’s shoulders. She opens her mouth a few times, frantically searching for words, some kind of placating promise that she didn’t already break.

 “You’re right. Of course,” Granny acquiesces at last, hanging her head. Strands of grey hair drip out of her bun by the pull of gravity. Webby swallows thickly, bile pooling in her throat. Granny is reacting perfectly, yet all she does is remind Webby of when they were stuck together in a dark FOWL interrogation room, a wall of pain and deception painfully thick between them.

Webby reaches out a small hand to touch Granny’s shoulder. “Granny, please,” she whispers. She’s not sure if Granny understands the true meaning behind her plea in its entirety, but she pulls herself back together nonetheless. For a few minutes, silence hangs between them. It’s not a comfortable silence, but it’s not stifling, either. It’s just… anticipatory.

“I can’t simply promise that I won’t lie to you anymore,” Granny says at last. Her voice is quiet and subdued, but honest and vulnerable. It’s open in a way Granny rarely is. “But I will do better from now on. I’ll prove my sentiments through actions, not empty promises.”

Webby smiles gratefully. It’s not her usual wide, face-splitting grin, but it’s soft and vulnerable, with layers and meaning behind it. “Thanks. I… I want to know things. About SHUSH. Classified things. The parts of my past you could never tell me, and new information, too.”

Granny’s gaze shoots away. “I-I can’t,” she replies immediately, and Webby’s heart drops. It must show in her face, because Granny’s own twists with guilt. 

“I- Well- I suppose I did just promise to, didn’t I,” Granny says, half to herself, with a small chuckle. There’s little humor behind it, but it’s fond. “I will do my best, Webbigail. But please understand that there is some SHUSH information that is simply beyond my classification to give you.”

“I understand,” Webby says simply. “But the information you can give me… I want to know, Granny.”

Granny’s fists clench and unclench in her lap. Webby knows how uncomfortable and out of her depth she must feel. She protected Webby with her life for years by hiding these secrets, and it takes time to undo such habits. But she’s trying, and that’s all that Webby cares about. 

“Do you remember the day I met the boys?” Webby asks, her voice lighter and more casual than she feels. There’s a pit of fear steadily growing in her stomach, but her voice is blessedly steady. 

Granny’s smile is small but fond. “You snuck out,” she replies, a hint of reproach in her voice, but no malice. It’s a wound long since healed, leaving only a soft scar as a reminder that it existed at all. “You ignored my number one rule and left the mansion for the very first time.”

“Yeah, and it was new and scary,” Webby replies lightly, ignoring the jab. “But you let me go, because you knew it was for the best. Because I was growing up.”

“Because Mr. McDuck could keep you safe,” Granny adds pointedly, but she’s smiling, if a bit pained.

“Yeah, and he did! I’m fine, Granny. Besides, I can keep myself safe.”

“Tell that to the you that landed yourself in FOWL headquarters with all your allies captured and no real clue what was in store for you,” Granny quips. “My worst nightmare, come alive right in front of my eyes.”

“I’m sorry,” Webby mutters, dropping her gaze to her feet. “But hey, if you’d told me the truth, maybe I wouldn’t have been so misinformed.”

Granny dips her head. “You make a good point. I concede that one.”

“Anyway, that’s just what this is like,” Webby continues. “It’s a big change. But it’s a necessary one. I’m ready for this, Granny.  You are too. And in time, this’ll feel completely normal, and we’ll have forgotten what it was like to live like we are.”

Granny is silent for a few moments. Webby glances up, nervous, only to find Granny smiling proudly, and wiping a small tear away under her glasses.

“Webby, dear, you are so wise,” she says, her voice thick. Webby’s heart clenches. “Aren’t I the one supposed to give you the deep, heartfelt talks and inspire you, and not the other way around?”

Webby gives her a small smile. “You’ve done it before, Granny. Don’t sell yourself short.”

Granny sniffles rather uncharacteristically. Without warning, she lunges forward and scoops Webby up in a tight hug. “Oh, my dear,” Granny says, her voice choked with tears. “You are just lovely, you know that? How did I ever get so lucky to have you for a granddaughter?”

“Well, it’s partly because of you,” Webby says, smiling into her grandmother’s back. “You raised me.”

Granny nods into Webby’s shoulder. “And it was lovely.”

When Granny finally pulls back, she tugs Webby back to face her, her hands on Webby’s shoulders. “You’re growing up,” she says thickly. “Oh, Webbigail, I am so proud of you.”

Webby beams at her grandmother. “I’m proud of you, too.”

“Oh,” Granny says thickly, and hugs her again.

~

HEY REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I WOULD WRITE THE CONVERSATION WITH WEBBY AND BEAKLEY WELL HERE IT IS :D (rip my poor math homework i’ll be up all night finishing that ugh)

i wrote this in like,, 45 minutes because i had to get the few sentences i was thinking about down before i forgot them and just,, kept going lmao. rip the webby & lena convo story i’ve been chipping away at that is going absolutely nowhere rn. i’ll get to it

webby and beakley’s relationship is SO important to me. beakley literally gave up everything for webby. it’s so obvious how much beakley cares about her, but also,,, they had this entire episode about trusting each other and then beakley promises not to keep any more secrets from webby and she has absolutely zero intention of keeping it. that always gets me. especially since webby is one of the most trusting characters of all time and would never doubt her grandmother of all people after they made up. i’m not salting on beakley or anything, but it’s very interesting to think about going forward since beakley will obviously try to do better, especially once the major factor keeping her quiet is gone, but she really doesn’t have a leg to stand on since she broke her promise. definitely an interesting concept we should talk about more

we talk a lot about how scrooge never apologized to webby after telling her she wasn’t family in last crash of the sunchaser and she immediately forgave him. scrooge def should’ve apologized but it’s interesting to note that webby basically can’t and won’t hold a grudge for the life of her, at least when it comes to the people she cares about (she definitely can with goldie DJDFKLSLDF). it’s sweet. i imagine beakley feels incredibly guilty after the finale but webby’s just ready to move on and to enter a new chapter of their lives where they’re completely honest and open with each other. i don’t imagine she’s not upset at the deception, but she’s not mad.

also man that interrogation scene? that probably traumatized webby. man. what a shitty situation to be in i can’t even imagine.

beakley and webby’s relationship will always mean the world to me, especially with the added context of their backstory. beakley literally saw one (1) baby and was like i’m about to end this man’s (me) whole career LMAO. it’s incredible.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #webby vanderquack #bentina beakley #mrs beakley #dt spoilers #ducktales spoilers #the last adventure

[bogkeep]

hmmmmmmmmmm maybe i’ll write an Introspective Musing Post about my relationship to religion and their depiction in stories because i’ve pondering about this topic lately

so for those who are reading this and DON’T know what’s been going on...  there’s this webcomic i fell in love with some years ago, about six years actually, that depicts a post-apocalyptic fantasy/horror adventure set in the nordic countries. it had, and has still, some very uncomfortable flaws regarding racial representation, and the creator has historically not dealt very well with criticism towards it. it’s a whole Thing. my relationship with this comic has fluctuated a lot, since there are a lot of elements in it i DO love and i still feel very nostalgic about, and like idk i felt like i trust my skills in critical thinking enough to keep reading. aaand then the creator went a teensy bit off the deep end created a whole minicomic which is like... a lukewarm social media dystopia where christians are oppressed (and also everyone is a cute bunny, including our lord and saviour jesus christ). which is already tonedeaf enough considering there are religious people who DO get prosecuted for their faith, like, that’s an actual reality for a lot of people - but as far as i can tell, usually not christians. and then there’s an afterword that’s like, “anyway i got recently converted and realized i’m a disgusting human being full of sin who doesn’t deserve redemption but jesus loves me so i’ll be fine!! remember to repent for your sins xoxo” and a bunch of other stuff and IT’S KIND OF REALLY CONCERNING i have, uh, been habitually looking at the reactions to and discussions around this, maybe it’s not very self care of me but there’s a lot of overwhelming things rn and it’s fantastically distracting, yknow? like, overall this situation is fairly reminiscent of the whole jkr thing. creator of a series that is Fairly Beloved, does something hurtful, handles backlash in a weird way, a lot of people start taking distance from Beloved Series or find ways to enjoy it on their own terms, creator later reveals to have been fully radicalized and releases a whole manifesto, and any and all criticism gets framed as harassment and proving them right. of course, one of them is a super rich person with a LOT of media power and a topic that is a lot more destructive in our current zeitgeist, and the other is an independent webcomic creator, so it’s  not the same situation. just similar vibez ya feel as a result of this, i have been Thinking. and just this feels like some sort of defeat like god dammit she got me i AM thinking about the topic she wrote about!!! i should dismiss the whole thing!!! but thinking about topics is probably a good thing so hey lets go. me, i’m agnostic. i understand that this is a ‘lazy’ position to take, but it’s what works for me. i simply do not vibe with organized religion, personally. (i had the wikipedia page for ‘chaos magic’ open in a tab for several weeks, if that helps.) i was raised by atheists in a majorly atheist culture. christian atheist, i should specify. norway has been mostly and historically lutheran, and religion has usually been a private and personal thing. it turns out the teacher i had in 7th grade was mormon, but i ONLY found out because he showed up in a tv series discussing religious groups in norway later, and he was honestly one of the best teachers i have ever had - he reignited the whole class’ interest in science, math, and dungeons and dragons. it was a real “wait WHAT” moment for my teenage self. i think i was briefly converted to christianity by my friend when i was like 7, who grew up in a christian family (i visited them a couple times and always forgot they do prayers before dinner. oops!), but like, she ALSO made me believe she was the guardian of a secret magic orb that controls the entire world and if i told anybody the world would burn down in 3 seconds. i only suspected something was off when one day the Orb ran on batteries, and another day the Orb had to be plugged in to charge. in my defense i really wanted to be part of a cool fantasy plot. i had no idea how to be a christian beyond “uuuuh believe in god i guess” so it just faded away on its own. when i met this friend several years later, she was no longer christian. i think every childhood friend of mine who grew up in a christian family, was no longer christian when they grew up. most notably my closest internet friend whose family was catholic - she had several siblings, and each of them took a wildly different path, from hippie treehugger to laveyan satanist or something in that area. (i joined them for a sermon in a church when they visited my town. my phone went off during it because i had forgotten to silence it. oops!) ((i also really liked their mother’s interpretation of purgatory. she explained it as a bath, not fire. i like that.)) i have never had any personal negative experiences with christianity, despite being openly queer/gay/trans. the only time someone has directly told me i’m going to hell was some guy who saw me wearing a hoodie on norway’s constitution day. yeah i still remember that you bastard i’ve sworn to be spiteful about it till the day i die!! i’ve actually had much more insufferable interactions with the obnoxious kind of atheists - like yes yes i agree with you on a lot but that doesn’t diminish your ability to be an absolute hypocrite, it turns out? i remember going to see the movie ‘noah’ with a friend who had recently discovered reddit atheism and it was just really exhausting to discuss it with her. one of these Obnoxious Atheists is my Own Mother. which is a little strange, honestly, because she LOVES visiting churches for the Aesthetic and Architecture. we cannot go anywhere without having to stop by a pretty church to Admire and Explore. I’VE BEEN IN SO MANY CHURCHES FOR AN ATHEIST RAISED NON-CHRISTIAN. i’ve been to the vatican TWICE (i genuinely don’t even know how much of my extended family is christian. up north in the tiny village i come from, i believe my uncle is the churchkeeper, and it’s the only building in the area that did not get burnt down by the the nazis during ww2 - mostly because soldiers needed a place to sleep. still don’t know whether or not said uncle believes or not, because hey, it’s Personal) i think my biggest personal relationship to religion, and christianity specifically, has been academic. yeah, we learned a brief synopsis of world religions at school (and i remember the class used to be called ‘christianity, religion, and ethics’ and got changed to ‘religion, beliefs, and ethics’ which is cool. it was probably a big discourse but i was a teen who didnt care), but also my bachelor degree is in art history, specifically western art history because it’s a vast sprawling topic and they had to distill it as best they could SIGHS. western art history is deeply entangled with the history of the church, and i think the most i’ve ever learnt about christianity is through these classes (one of my professors wrote an article about how jesus can be interpreted as queer which i Deeply Appreciate). i also specifically tried to diversify my academic input by picking classes such as ‘depiction of muslims and jewish people in western medieval art’ and ‘art and religion’ when i was an exchange student in canada, along with 101 classes in anthropology and archaeology. because i think human diversity and culture is very cool and i want to absorb that knowledge as best as i can. i think my exchange semester in canada was the most religiously diverse space have ever been in, to be honest. now as an adult i have more christian friends again, but friends who chose it for themselves, and who practice in ways that sound good and healthy, like a place of solace and community for them. the vast majority of my friends are queer too, yknow?? i’ve known too many people who have seen these identities as fated opposites, but they aren’t, they’re just parts of who people are. it’s like... i genuinely love people having their faiths and beliefs so much. i love people finding that space where they belong and feel safe in. i love people having communities and heritages and connections. i deeply respect and admire opening up that space for faith within any other communities, like... if i’m going to listen to a podcast about scepticism and cults, i am not going to listen to it if it’s just an excuse to bash religion. i think the search for truth needs to be compassionate, always. you can acknowledge that crystals are cool and make people happy AND that multi level marketing schemes are deeply harmful and prey on people in vulnerable situaitons. YOU KNOW???? so now’s when i bring up Apocalypse Comic again. one of the things i really did like about it was, ironically, how it handled religion. in its setting, people have returned to old gods, and their magic drew power from their religion. characters from different regions had different beliefs and sources. in the first arc, they meet the spirit of a lutheran pastor, who ends up helping them with her powers. it was treated as, in the creators own words, ‘just another mythology’. and honestly? i love that. it was one of the nicest depictions i’ve seen of christianity in fiction, and as something that could coexist with other faiths. I Vibe With That. and then, uh, then... bunny dystopia comic. it just... it just straight up tells you christianity is literally the only way to..?? be a good person??? i guess?? i’m still kind of struggling to parse what exactly it wanted to say. the evil social media overlord bird tells you the bible makes you a DANGEROUS FREETHINKER, but the comic also treats rewriting the bible or finding your own way to faith as something,, Bad. The Bible Must Remain Unsullied. Never Criticize The Bible. also, doing good things just for social media clout is bad and selfish. you should do good things so you don’t burn in hell instead. is that the message? it reads a lot like the comic creator already had the idea for the comic, but only got the urge to make it after she was converted and needed to spread the good word. you do you i guess!! i understand that she’s new to this and probably Going Through Something, and this is just a step on her journey. but the absolute self-loathing she described in her afterword... it does not sound good. i’m just some agnostic kid so what do i know, but i do not think that kind of self-flagellating is a kind faith to have for yourself. i might not ever have been properly religious, but you know what i AM familiar with? a brain wired for ocd and intrusive thoughts. for a lot of my life i’ve struggled with my own kind of purity complex. i’ve had this really strange sensitivity for things that felt ‘tainted’. i’ve experienced having to remove more and more words from my vocabulary because they were Bad and i did not want to sully my sentences. it stacked, too - if a word turned out to be an euphemism for something, i could never feel comfortable saying it again. i still struggle a bit with these things, but i have confronted these things within myself. i’ve had to make myself comfortable with imperfection and ‘tainted’ things and accept that these are just, arbitrary categories my mind made up. maybe that’s the reason i can’t do organized religion even if i found one that fit for me - just like diets can trigger disordered eating, i think it would carve some bad brainpaths for me. so yeah i’m worried i guess! i’m worried when people think it’s so good that she finally found the correct faith even if it’s causing all this self-hate. is there really not a better way? or are they just trusting she’ll find it? and yeah it’s none of my concern, it’s like, i worry for jkr too but i do not want her within miles of my trans self thANKS. so like, i DO enjoy media that explores faith and what it means for you. my favourite band is the oh hellos, which DOES draw on faith and the songwriter’s experience with it. because of my religious iliteracy most of it has flown over my head for years and i’m like “oh hey this is gay” and then only later realize it was about god all along Probably. i like what they’ve done with the place. also, stormlight archive - i had NO idea sanderson was mormon, the way he writes his characters, many of whom actively discuss religion and their relationship to it. i love that about the books, honestly. Media That Explores Religion In A Complex And Compassionate Way... we like that i’ve been thinking about my own stories too, and how i might want to explore faith in them. most of my settings are based on magic and it’s like, what role does religion have in a world where gods are real and makes u magic. in sparrow spellcaster’s story, xe creates? summons? an old god - brings them to life out of the idea of them. it’s a story about hubris, mostly. then there’s iphimery, the story where i am actively fleshing out a pantheon. there’s no doubt the gods are real in the fantasy version of iphimery, they are the source of magic and sustain themselves on slivers of humanity in exchange. but in the modern version, where they are mostly forgotten? that’s some room for me to explore, i think. especially the character of timian, who comes from a smaller town and moves to a large and diverse city. in the fantasy story, the guardian deity chooses his sister as a vessel. in the modern setting, that does not happen, and i don’t yet know what does, but i really want timian to be someone who struggles with his identity - his faith, his sexuality, the expectations cast upon him by his hometown... i’m sure it’s a cliché story retold through a million gay characters but i want to do it too okay. i want to see him carve out his own way of existing within the world because i care him and want to see him thrive!!! alrighty i THINK that’s all i wanted to write. thanks if you read all of this, and if you didn’t that’s super cool have a nice day !

#rambles #i wrote this for me and theres no obligation to read it

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

What is your opinion on straight passing privilege? I (bi) don’t think it exists, but a close (lesbian) friend of mine insists that it does bc “You can hold hands with your SO (nb cis passing man) in public without risking being the victim of a hate crime.” I have been researching but keep seeing this same argument coming up, and I’m unsure and don’t want to be making anyone upset if I’m being ignorant here.

I think that there's a lot of fucked up internet politics around who is and isn't allowed in the community. Which is ridiculous.

Gay, Lesbian, Bi, Pan, Poly, Ace, Aro, Trans, Intersex, etc.

The only people who shouldn't be in the community are cishets, and pedos, none of that 'it's a sexuality' nonsense, it's predation.

The concept of straight-passing is ridiculous, primarily because it's all based on assumptions. If you're in an m/f relationship, and you are both cis and heterosexual, it's straight.

But here's the catch, if you identify as any LGBPT+ then it's not straight.

Two trans people in an m/f relationship is not straight passing.

Two bi people in an m/f is not straight passing, it's queer babes, it's in the name. If you're bi and your partner is like, straight, it's still queer from your side of the fence.

It's the 'pick a side' argument from another direction, this straight passing nonsense. Where you are villified by the straights if you have a same-sex relationship (or fetishised, let's be real, every part of the acronymn has it's own p*rn category aimed at straight people with a kink), and if you have a relationship with the opposite gendered person, the queer community gets cranky.

Two things:

1) Is this friend between 13 and 25? Bc they could still be working this out or being mentored by t*rfs, or had some bad info. IT could be jealousy or fear of being open where you live. Perhaps you could question what makes her say that; has she had a bad experience, or did someone say this to her. where are you Are you in america? are there snake wielding jesus warriors near you? Blink SOS if you need an escape route, child

2) Who wins when everyone in the queer community is divided and policing one another? Telling everyone off for dating this person or that person or not at all

I didn't get an invite to the big queer conference to make these decisions, so like, they're not valid. It's some pocket of internet active idiots who think they can speak for everyone.

What we need to do is stop pulling this bullshit on one another and get back to asking just why the fuck it's not okay for people who are perceived as not-straight or cis etc to hold hands in public.

There's a problem for every facet of the acronym, babes and dudes and theys. Lesbians are heavily sexualised by straight cis dudes. Gays are heavly fetisihed by straight cis women. to the point where even saying 'I'm gay' is considered to be an obscene, sexual act that you should not let children be exposed to.

And there's always someone from the opposite gender who thinks they 'are confused' or 'haven't met the right (gender) person yet', or 'they could fix them with their magic genitals' or mumbled religious nonsense. There's such intense stereotypes that people can't stand women who look butch, but also you can't 'really' be a lesbian unless you are' or gay men can't just be, like, a normal dude, instead of some flamboyant in-your-face charicature.

Of course people who match the stereotype exist, too. And they get no respect for fitting into the stereptypes either, it's just another reason for disrespect. There's no winning.

Bi's can't talk to anyone without hearing a question of a threesome come up or being attacked from either side for coice of partner.

Pans, same, but also kitchenware jokes. Both Bi and Pan are considered sluts and whores and can't decide or are going to cheat, etc. Or the 'you're being special snowflakes', 'choose a side', 'you're secretly gay and won't admit / you're secretly straight and want attention' etc.

Ace/Aro - everyone under this banner gets the whole 'you just haen't found the right person' or 'when you're older/you're a late bloomer' or 'how do you know?' or 'maybe you're straight/gay and haven't worked it out yet?' invalidating them completely and trying to push sex onto them. The queer community has always let Ace and Aro in under the Bi banner, and they are welcome. But the internet community, usually young people, are tearing each other to shreds over it lmao.

Chill.

Non-binary, trans, intersex. They have been here for ages, but people from one community try to destroy their credibility, despite them existing since humanity has. It's big on p*rn and fetish sites too, lot of straight dudes think these things are hot and sexy, but would spit on trans people in the street. Hypocrites (I mean, every second low-brow comedy movie out there makes a thai-l*dyb*y joke, and how it 'doesn't count' like yikes).

Nb has only just been recognised, which is funny bc society literally made up gender and the rules and pretended that was how its encoded in DNA lmao.

Transpeople have it bad though. Between the cis straights, the cis queer community (primarily t*rfs and those who fall for misinformation) and the fetishists, and the medical community who treats them like an illness rather than people. Like, they are afforded respect if they 'pass', but even then it's still an EW factor.

Transwomen are seen as 'men in dresses who want to break into women's spaces' and treated horrifically; assaults are very high. Transmen are seen as butch women, and 'gender tr*itors' by the Crazy Motherfuckers we mentioned before; their assaults are high. They're not considered Real People unless they meet the ridiculously high standards for each gender; unless they perform Right.

I remember, but did not understand at the time bc I recall i was little, that there was a gameshpw bachelorette style and there was a big twist. You know what the twist was? That the bachelorette they'd been dating and trying to win over... was trans. I don't think that she knew it would be the big twist, either; of the two men remaining, bother were angry and one might have been sick. Might be on youtube.

But like, that's funny to the non-queer community. They put a huge fucking target on this woman's back, put her in danger of being hurt, abused, killed, by anyone who watched it. By the men who she had 'lied to' as they chose to frame it, of their weird white american families who could have sought revenge. Like yikes.

And intersex people (called h*rmaphrodites for a long time even by medical personnel) were also a p*rn category and/or medical curiosity for centuries. Not to mention all the cases of parents who just went with 'make them a (specific gender)' if there was mixed presentation, at birth, and got mad at the kids for being like "Hey so, you flipped the coin wrong and I'm ___" even thought the potential for this was always on the cards.

And the parents often make a big messa bout how their baby ___ is dead and gone, even if they DO accept the person/child as who they really are. It's like, I get it they have changed but you didn't mourn their first haircut or lost baby tooth like this and that was change too, chill.

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Straight-passing is a projection and a weapon. Like, is it the people in the relationship's fault that society looks at the pair and decides they are m/f, straight and cis? Nah, it's what people are conditioned assume and that's on them.

We can't bring it into the queer spaces and keep perpetuating that shit, because it's nonsense. Queer people are dying in other countries and your friend wants to being smart-assed about the fact you hold hands with your nb datemate in public?

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Nonsense. That's right up there with t*rfs and the gold-star bullshit that was going on for a few years there. Probs still is among the younger people lmaoooo.

'Passing priviledge' is a myth, and it is used to hurt people. Vulnerable people and those who need support / guidance and assistance from their queer communities more than ever. So try to talk to your friend or try The Whole Friend disposal services, either way, chill.

The real issue here is that any of us are at risk of a hate crime for daring to even show affection in public. That even in safe spaces, 'allies' and those wise enough not to be openly homo/trans/bi/pan/ace/aro/other phobic are still side-eyeing you and wanting to talk 'for you' without listening to the community itself.

We have bigger issues than this, and your friend (and some others on the internet) need to get a grip and prioritise.

[Insert strained analogy about being pro-child but childfree in a suburb where everyone got married out of high school and anticipates you and your partner will too, no matter how often you remind them No Thanks. But you babysat the other day and people thought you and your partner looked like 'naturals' when you took child to the park and played with them. And you remind them, hey, chill, we like kids too but it's not for us. And they get pissy and pushy.]

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I can only point it out from my perspective, I'm certain there other queer people from the above acronymn community who can present their thoughts on the matter to and what it means to them.

Thanks for the question, good-bi.

[alittlebitgoofy]

just be close at hand (taywhora)

i wanted to project onto tayce so here we go, i s2g i write more than hurt/comfort but that's what we doing rn.

title from you don't have to say you love me cause we all been listening to that since thursday haven't we? it still hurts

ao3 link

Tayce wasn’t one for overblown emotions. She’d feel whatever she was feeling, deal with it alone and bounce back once it was over. Living with someone who was the exact opposite was interesting. At first glance, A’whora didn’t look like the heart on her sleeve type. But when she opened up it all came spilling out when she needed someone to talk to.

She wished she had that same energy sometimes. The ability to talk so freely about her troubles and be vulnerable to someone she trusted. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust A’whora, but that she just couldn’t let some things out.

A’whora was observant, she knew Tayce well enough to be able to feel out her mood. She could tell when she was faking feeling fine, when she didn’t want to talk about it and when she’d just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. This felt different though. She seemed too reclusive, even on her bad days she tried to keep up a mask of doing well, being her usual energetic self with something slipping out, a brief hesitation before she kept up the act.

Not now, she hadn’t gotten a response out of Tayce all day. She’d been in her room, A’whora didn’t know if she should intrude. Tayce was private, even to someone she knew like the back of her hand. It wouldn’t help to barge in and try and get something out of her if she just wasn’t comfortable talking.

She considered what might help, Tayce clearly didn’t want to talk but maybe she’d want company? When A’whora was down she’d always try to cheer her up with some games and takeaway. It always worked, just spending time close with her was enough to lift her mood so maybe it could help.

“Tayce? You mind if I come in?” A’whora poked her head into the brunette's room, frowning as she saw her curled on her bed, staring blankly at her phone in the dark. Some music that she couldn’t quite identify played in the background. Tayce lifted her head, locking eyes before averting her gaze back to her phone, feigning disinterest with a shrug of her shoulders.

A’whora slowly walked to her side, sitting next to her after a lack of acknowledgement.

Tayce felt the pressure on the bed, she didn’t want to look at anyone right now. Her heart raced at the idea of having to say anything. She just wanted to be alone, not to have to talk about her feelings. A’whora thankfully stayed silent next to her, placing her hand on Tayce’s to stoke it with her thumb.

It took a few minutes of that for Tayce to feel a bit more comfortable. It was clear she wasn’t going to have to talk if she didn’t want to. She rolled over, leaning into the warmth of her girlfriend. It felt good to have someone next to her, understanding everything without a word.

A’whora felt eyes on her as she glanced down at Tayce. Her stare was blank, so many things bubbling up underneath that she shut down.

“Hey, do you wanna go play something? I’ll wire up the Xbox, you can pick any game you want.” She watched as Tayce considered it, leaning her head into her chest before nodding. A’whora intertwined their hands as she got up, waiting for Tayce to move before they made their way to the living room.

It took a few games of her winning to get rid of the seemingly permanent frown on Tayce’s face. Her lips curled up a bit when A’whora whined about losing again. She didn’t take it too personally, trying to hold back her urge to start pressing kisses all over her girlfriend when she looked amused.

“You’re so good at this, swear you’ve got an advantage on me you hound!”

Tayce just smirked in response, setting up another match before turning to A’whora with a smug grin. It made her forget about the constant losses, to see Tayce happy again, if even for a second before she went back to neutral, focusing on the game. It showed she was doing something right, all she wanted was to help the person she loved feel better.

She was full-on grinning after a few more games, laughing at A’whora’s dramatic pouts and whines. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, A’whora’s warmth enveloping her. She always gave Tayce a sense of security. She’d always hesitated to consider someone trustworthy. Even when she and A’whora came to live together there were still things kept up behind her wall.

But A’whora had a knack for breaking Tayce’s walls down. She could just look at her, soft brown eyes melting the brunette to mush. Her smiles made Tayce want to tell her everything she ever thought of her. How gorgeous she was without realising. How much she helped Tayce feel loveable. How much Tayce loved her, even if she struggled to say it.

There were other ways to communicate, A’whora realised that the more time she spent with Tayce. As someone who was always vocal about her love, the blonde would tell Tayce everything she felt. Tayce was quieter with her love, pressing kisses to her forehead when they would cuddle. It was told in the way she’d come into A’whora’s little studio room when she was busy with work just to watch her.

“I love you too.”

Tayce jolted, turning to A’whora with wide eyes. She hadn’t said anything? How could she have responded?

“I can see it on your face, you don’t need to say it for me to know,” A’whora spoke softly, her hand making its way to Tayce’s face to cup her cheek, leading her into a kiss. Tayce wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping them close as A’whora melted into her.

“I love you.”

#taywhora #rpdr fanfiction

[tsaritsa]

old wounds

the sequel to brimstone in my garden, for royai week (day 3). a little late but who’s counting the days rn

they say don't open old wounds but you're still brand new

She remembers the first time she killed something. One of their sheep had escaped from the paddock (crumbling fences, rusted no. 8 wire, uncared for by anyone for years) and had been hit by a passing military convoy. Riza doesn’t remember what had caused Chester to spook the way he did – maybe the engine had backfired, maybe she had been too high-pitched in her frantic calls to coax him away from the boundary – but he had skitted out, bleating, and ended up smashing into the radiator of the vehicle.

What she does recall is the men, exceedingly kind and apologetic. A taller, greying one had handed her a knife that glinted despite the overcast day, and instructed her where to slice the throat.

He’s in pain, lass. You need to put him out of his misery.

Her misery for the assigned task wasn’t acknowledged at the time, but her father made sure to express his disapproval of carelessly losing precious stock. They were far too poor by that point to afford a ram out of season.

The stew she made from his mutton was bitter and tough, and Riza decided then that she needed a better weapon to protect herself from getting blood on her hands.

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She retires the pistol the day she is discharged from the hospital. It’s the first action she does when she returns to her apartment, rummaging at the back of her wardrobe to find the false panel: behind it, a nondescript tan suitcase.

The rest of her apartment is one bomb short of a war zone: it looks like a platoon had canvassed every inch – whether to find her, or any information that could be useful for their early capture on the Promised Day. One person had been kind enough to scatter Black Hayate’s dog food all across the hallway, so Riza leaves him to his own devices. Her boy deserves a meal a bit more extravagant than extra biscuits but in the lead-up to their coup she hadn’t been on top of her grocery shopping.

She hasn’t seen the contents of the suitcase for a long time. It wouldn’t have mattered if the soldiers had discovered it – the most valuable piece within is probably her faded birth certificate, but those records are filed away in one of the branch libraries regardless. But it feels right that it wasn’t disturbed. There are ugly memories sandwiched in between the faded leather, and each time she opens it there is an immediate assault of associations.

Her first sniper rifle, cleanly separated into three distinct pieces. Old dog tags. The waiver she signed at sixteen. Frayed gloves that still stink of Ishval, even after a decade in the dark.

She’s not upset to lose the pistol to this suitcase – it’s no skin off her back to replace it – but it troubles her that the collection is still growing. How many more objects will find their resting place here? How many more times will she have to unzip it before her actions no longer require such quarantining?

She doesn’t jolt when his hand slides against her skin, coming to rest against the bandages still encircling her neck. There’s only one person who would touch her so brazenly; and he’s been doing a lot of that lately, so Riza figures it’s simply easier to let him get whatever fixation he has out of his system. A bored Colonel is a dangerous Colonel, and better his boredom be satiated with her, than elsewhere where she can’t protect him from his own foolish heart.

It doesn’t matter that the warmth of his skin feels good against her own, like it belongs there. It doesn’t matter that she isn’t stopping these transgressions, enjoying them like a coveted delicacy.

He’s crossed that unspoken threshold between them, but she’ll be damned if she acknowledges that he has, because then she will need to justify its existence.

His fingers, soft and stroking against the nape of her neck are a very effective rebuttal to any reason that rises in her mind.

“I thought I should also add to this collection,” the Colonel says softly, by way of introduction. He kneels down next to her on the bedroom floor – again, his warmth is inviting when she shouldn’t think so; his plain scent of soap and aftershave only adds to the growing discomfit of just how comfortable she finds herself around him.

“I see,” is how she responds, measured and careful. She doesn’t even need to look at his hands to know what he’s holding, just as he understands what she is doing in her bedroom, kneeling in front of an old suitcase mere hours after discharge.

Perhaps one of these days she’ll feel free enough to simply have him burn the contents – the irony that he’d be burning his own gloves is not lost on her – but Riza’s always known she holds onto things well after she should’ve let them go.

She knows he’s watching her as they place their respective weapons into the suitcase. She knows he has been watching her for years. It’s easier to acknowledge that when he’s been squarely trained between her sights at a respectable distance.

The vulnerability of being seen – of being loved even as she holds the metaphorical knife to his throat closer than she ever has before – weighs heavily on her as she finally meets his unwavering gaze.

She knows this expression, knows the way it softens his face, like the sight of her alone can absolve him from the responsibilities knocking for them beyond this suitcase.

She knows these eyes, dark and desperate. She still refuses to eat mutton because of it.

they say don't open old wounds but i'm going to 

‘old wounds’ is also the title of a pvris song and v much a royai one imo. i love how royai is constantly inflecting new hurts on each other as well as keep older wounds freshly rubbed with salt. true love y’all.

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fullmetal alchemist #fma #riza does not enjoy being vulnerable and i have so much to say on the subject #espe in regards to roy #my fanfic #also none of y'all come for me re: sheep murder #what i hate/love about living rurally is that this is my life. some days a sheep gets hit by a car in front of u #and u just gotta do the humane thing and put it out of its misery

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Oh, Brother: Risotto x Reader

Hello everyone, I am currently working on a lot of different fics rn and they are all going to be fairly long and I hope well-written. But for now, I am just writing down a little flowery Riz thing that I could not get out my head. Enjoy!

CWs: Death mention, Violence, not sfw-ish (mentions), general angst

Risotto Nero had written a letter that you had found later that day on his desk. Shameful of your prying, you looked to see what it read...

“Oh Brother, please try to understand me, for I cannot rest without your silent gaze. Please, let me drink from the wine of rest, let me indulge in the meal of slumber. Let this famine of carnage and sorrow come to an end for the sake of my bitter soul.

Brother, if you could only see me now. 

I, I am a man. I am a man. I am a man, unlike any man you had ever seen before they took you away. I tower over your father in the way you had always dreamed you would. I have fallen and gotten back up so many times I have forgotten what it means to sit down. 

Oh, Brother, life is a bull. Abrasive and unforgiving, and my shirt has been dyed red one too many times. I have blindly stumbled into its horns one too many times as it and others laid hanging up on the walls of history. Others have conquered their bulls. I am falling behind. 

Oh brother, please try to understand. I did not kill him for you. I killed him just to see if I could. I wanted to conquer my bull. My eyes flashed red, and as it charged, so did I. For I am but a man. I am but a man that towers over all other men. I have met the Devil and I can assure you that I tower over him as well. When I killed my bull, the Devil wept its blood into my irises so that I may never forget what I had done. And He plucked an inky black hair from my bull and He used it to paint black the white of my eyes that my mother had called a glint of hope. And He has anchored me so heavily to the Earth that I haven’t had the chance to see the world like you wanted us to.

I have a love, Brother. One that I will be so heartbroken to leave behind tomorrow. But I have lost everyone else, and I cannot lose Her. Please, look after Her. Find Her a man that She may lock eyes with, and not fear for Her life. Find Her a home. Grant Her a son, or a daughter. Send Her back to me when the proper time comes. But for now, keep Her safe from Him. The Devil. 

Sincerely your Cousin, Nero.”

Your hands trembled as you lowered the paper from your reading gaze, one hand letting go of the crumpled edge to cover your mouth as you quietly wept. You felt your knees give out and crash onto the floor. Your hand clutched your chest, the thin material of your robe now wrinkled and wet from your tears. You sat in that spot for some time until your eyes ached from exhaustion and your body was consumed with fatigue. Careful not to crumple the paper further, you stood from your spot on the floor and walked down the hallway of the hideout, longing for a voice to interrupt the silence. You swept your hand over each bedroom door, only to find each and every one of them locked. No one would sleep there ever again. 

You reached the end of the hallway and opened the door to your shared bedroom with your love, finding him in finally resting in bed after a long tireless night. Quite rare for him, indeed. You smiled to yourself sadly as you looked down into his face, admiring how peaceful it was in his slumber. What a gentle giant you had. You had no idea he could write something so beautiful. Something so sad. 

Your eyes scaled over his skin as it laid exposed from the thick, wine-colored, blanket. The night the two of you first drowned in one another and saw each other without clothing, Risotto noticed your look of shock at his collage of bullet wounds, of battle scars, of scratchy tattoos from teenage years. You recalled in that vulnerable moment, the gentle giant took ahold of your hand and kissed its palm, and whispered that everything was going to be okay. And you whispered to him that you were so scared to love him. 

Hands reached up and took hold of your robe, untying its knot and letting the fabric fall from your form and pool at your feet. The cold air sweeps over you and closed your eyes as chilled ran over your bare body. Slowly, but surely, you crawl into the bed and nestled close to the monstrous man’s naked, sleeping form. Your hand presses against his chest, both yours and his skin still burning and glistening with sweat after your long night of passion. You watch him for a while, wishing you had never found that damn note sitting on his desk. He probably meant for you to find it after his death, not before. He probably did not want you to cry this much already. 

You move up in bed so that your face is level with Risotto’s and you plant a soft kiss onto his lips, your bare, soft flesh pressing against his chest. Ever the light sleeper, Risotto awoke with a tired grunt at your contact and scrambled to gain his footing within the kiss. When he finally gained control, his calloused hands lazily roamed your skin, feeling up and down your back, and feeling its divet. When you both broke for air, Risotto let out a small whine as you brought your hand up to stroke his cheek. 

Risotto looked at you with all the admiration of the world. “...(y/n)?”

With that, you leaned forward and pushed your gentle giant onto his back, moving to straddled him as your lips took hold of his once more. Risotto was quick to sit up, his hands grasping desperately in the darkness to stabilize you. When you finally allowed him to breathe, the young capo stared into your now weeping eyes, searching for what could possibly be wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“Please... please... Just one more time Risotto. Just one more time with you. Leave me with something of yours forever. ” 

His crimson eyes widened and without a doubt, the man understood. Heaving a heavy sigh, the man held you tightly in his arms, his hand running up and down your back to calm you. After a few moments of silent reflection, Risotto gently flipped the two of you over so that his giant form towered over yours in bed. His mouth moved to your ear as he whispered an “Okay” in shakey heartbreak. His lips then moved to your cheek, then to your jaw, then to your neck, all while his hands roamed your body, touching placed you had only ever let him touch and see. And you were soon lost in him and his advances. 

And you would remain that way that night until Risotto Nero left for Sardinia the next morning. 

#Risotto Nero #la squadra #small blurb #letter to cousin #angst #not sfw-ish? #cw death #cw violence #idk more poetic than usual #just a quick little sad thing I wrote #part 5 #Vento Aureo #JJBA #jjba writing

[naernon]

for the ask meme (TES, obvs): 3,9, 13 (for naemon), 23!

thank you!! i wrote this all last night and i havent checked for coherency or errors so forgive me if it’s a bit scatterbrained at times (although yall should be used to incoherency coming from me ghhgfg.)

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3.) Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

someone said that they didn’t like serana and i was already sitting on the decision to unfollow them for other reasons and that. that was just the Final Straw.

but i think that’s it…? im so petty + impulsive (deadly combo) at times that maybe i did unfollow over a TES opinion another time but i can’t remember hgufuhfhxdfh

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9.) Most disliked character(s)? Why?

OOF this is a hard one, ill list the ones that come to mind rn;

molag bal. needs no explanation

darren guitar or whatever his name is. im sorry to anyone who likes him but i just.. can’t. he’s so obnoxious. he was toned down in summerset, probably because different people were writing him if i had to guess but in the main and daggerfall covenant questline? awful. his goddamn womanizing jokes at every second of the day was “kim, there’s people that are dying” at its finest.literally one or two “haha ladies amirite fellow man ;)/haha ladies amirite……… lady ;)” jokes can be.. bearable albeit still annoying but there was so much more than that. or they were so obnoxiously written that it seemed to be more frequent than in actuality, either way, darren guitar? 0/10also my view of him hasnt gotten better since someone sent me a rude ask about how darren had more personality than prince naemon in-game due to me joking about how i don’t like him and then subsequently blocked me for being irritated about the rudeness of the ask + the fact that im 99% sure they were the anon that appeared in my fucking inbox defending darren guitar every single time i breathed a single word about him

i completely forgot he existed until you listed him as disliked and now i hate him even more. that fucking. bard from the bannered mare. the one that harassed carlotta until you told him to fuck off. i hate that dude. always have

abnur tharn. mildly obnoxious with some amusing lines until you find out what he did to queen ayrenn like. small dick mannimarco joke is now renounced, little man. Perish.my view on Estre is Complicated because she’s a really neat character and villain and ranks as a favorite in the latter department but from like, a moral standpoint i loathe her.also while it wasn’t like. pelidil levels of shittiness i’m not fond of how she hurt naemon– but then again……. now that i think of it, i really don’t know what’d she COULD do other than keep him in the absolute dark until he inevitably gets caught up in the Shitshow otherwise. i wouldn’t suppose naemon to be 100% willing to join in her efforts or even keep completely quiet about them if she did decide to talk to him about it or let him know; and for all we know, she could’ve planned to do so eventually in some way– but the suddenness of the AD hero’s infiltration of the veiled heritance probably ruined any semblance of a plan she could’ve had. so on second thought, even from a “naemon is a perfect being and i will protect him with my life and loathe all who hurt him” standpoint, i don’t dislike her too much. let’s just reduce estre to like.. honorable mentions on my “disliked characters” list then lmao(also “moral standpoint” as if queen ayrenn is anything close to the pinnacle of absolute morality. estre is objectively worse on that front, though, so i suppose i still stand by that)

speaking of which i really… don’t like pelidil. again, moral standpoint. and “naemon is a perfect being and i will protect him with my life and loathe all who hurt him” standpoint. otherwise, he’s a neat villain and the quest in which you cut him down was one of the more impressive quests in the game IMO, or even in the entire game series. good build-up.

this is getting too long so i’ll cut it there, that’s all the characters that come to mind rn anyways hfhgdhg

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10.) Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

hmmmmmm

i guess if you view it in such a way, liking him is kind of unpopular– while there’s still a lot of those who even if not actively talking about him as a character, have praised his character/took his side/whatever, there’s also a good amount who don’t. not really in considering him a poorly written character, but rather from a (sorry to bring this phrase up so much so far) moral standpoint.

also, considering him in a semi-unironic “he did nothing wrong” way, which i do, is kind of unpopular– and i can understand that, in some ways. i dont think him snapping at the scene of the orrery was under his 100% control nor was anything subsequent, but there’s still the fact that he still is in an “i deserve the throne, fuck off” mindset in coldharbour, which, unless he’s STILL affected by the mantle and/or the orrery, is obviously a negative change in viewpoint compared to the “i’ll swallow my bitterness and remain loyal to my sister and the dominion, she is the rightful queen and i am just her shadow” you saw prior.

granted, i’d argue that even then, you have to consider the influence that pelidil had over him prior (as some have accurately put it before– whispered poison into his ear). especially with the fact that naemon’s quite young for an elf at… 26? around that age-range. i dont think altmer’s minds work in the way that, say, hobbits do, in that they age slower and this includes their mental capability, decision-making, etc.. (they obviously don’t) BUT, compared to an elf with more experience, there’s a bit of an… imbalance there. pelidil WAS the one who served naemon instead of the other way around so you’d figure the opposite if anything, but again, naemon = impressionable and emotionally vulnerable at the time.

anyways, got off-topic; my point was that naemon, when you consider the influence that pelidil and any other secretly heritance people that interacted with him, even when you use the fact that he still seems “corrupted” in coldharbour to frame him as bad… that ain’t it. there’s also the fact that he is being tortured, at that moment. big part of it. he PROBABLY isn’t in the right state of mind, to put it simply. but then again, i mean, one could still argue a whole “cool motive, still murder” take on it, so whatever. i dont know man ghfghduhbdfg

YIKES i rambled, holy shit. sorry. but otherwise, i dont think i have too many? there’s not much in the prince naemon…. sub-fandom, at least not enough to be able to render one opinion as unpopular compared to the next

(and i. Guess that headcanoning him as trans definitely has the potential to be unpopular. but i dont really talk about it or “enforce” it much other than off-hand comments that might imply such, drawing him with top surgery scars, etc.. so it hasn’t exactly been given any room to be considered remotely unpopular. haven’t gotten anon hate, snide comments, etc.. about any of it at all so it’s cool. but i’ve brought it up because… you know how fandoms are; if there was more to the prince naemon “fandom”, theoretically, it would be and therefore kind of IS an unpopular opinion. “does your arm hurt from reaching cassius” ok look, i just felt like i needed to provide one more unpopular opinion about naemon and i couldn’t figure out any other than that. but yes. yes, hurts a little)

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23.) Unpopular character you love?

unpopular as in commonly disliked, or unpopular in… amount of people that like them? with the latter, it’s def naemon. i love him with all my heart gfigufhgdugdfh but then again who didn’t know that

with the former… hm. the thing is a lot of characters disliked in this fandom are disliked with good reason IMO– nevermind. almalexia. not to open any #diskhorse wounds but almalexia’s one of them ghdfhguhg jot that down

and i’ve heard some talk that veya is kind of unpopular, what with the recent summerset developments? yeah, fuck that, veya’s one of my favorites. this fandom (or. any fandom lets be real) has an awful tendency to praise any goddamn male character’s flaws or “negative” depth as redeemable character complexity and something that can be looked past, and yet, you see even REMOTELY the same amount if not more character depth in a female character and they’re hated. pointing this out is nothing new but it’s truly just…. something to behold.

and on that note im just going to renounce my prior statement of “a lot of characters disliked in this fandom are disliked with good reason” that’s the dumbest shit i’ve ever said. or perhaps an addendum stating that it’s only applicable to male characters is more in order? or that it’s the opposite for male characters: liked with bad reason. or… liked with over-exaggerated reason disproportionate to the actual amount of depth, complexity, and/or likeability said character actually has, paired with hatred for female characters with the same amount of complexity. “bruh don’t you obsess over prince naemon–” Yeah And What the Fuck Of It

anyways moving on sorry i got distracted hgdfgyfgh. that’s all the characters that come to mind? disregarding characters that are unpopular in an unappreciated sort of way rather than a disliked way, i really dont have a lot

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salty fandom (elder scrolls) opinions

#ask memes #time to do the other ones #asks #long post #ramblings #thanks again!!!!

[posiden1912]

All of the lovecore questions!

Oh my! This is so unexpected!!! A follower interacted with me!!! 💖 I’d die for u op

1.) what’s your sexuality? - Pansexual

2.) are you dating someone right now? - Gods i wish! super single rn

3.) would you consider yourself a hopeless romantic? - oh yea, 100%. I was once super into this girl and she sid she would only have her first dance to this very specific song, and well, the thing is that i loved her and just really really really wanted to dance with her. So i conspired with a close friend for her to play the song at her quince, and it worked. I got to dance with her and it was super magical even though it didnt pan out for us!

4.) what comes to your mind when you think of love? - hm.. im not entirely sure how to answer this cuz my mind springs to alot, so im gonna say words, and then colors. Love is trust, and intimacy. Its that time on valentine’s day when your heart wells because you locked eyes with your crush for a second too long. Love is powerful, and inherently magical. It can soothe the anxious, frazzle the calm, make us feel safe, and vulnerable all at the same time. Passionate love between romantic partners is a blazing inferno of reds and yellows and orange. It’s hot and sometimes painful; it’s sooteing and potent. You could burn away to nothing, or shrink to calmer fire. Love between friends and long time lovers is green and blue respectively, or sometimes combined. It’s healing, long lasting, like ice to a wound and a blanket over the cold. It’s whatever you both need. Its adaptable, and true, healthy for everyone involved. Everyone could use and give a little love and compassion. The world would probably be a better place if people kept this in mind.

5.) what’s your type? (body + personality wise

6.) flowers or hearts?- flowers, hearts sound like such a gory gift.

7.) red or pink?- por que no los dos???

8.) do you prefer pastels or dark colors?- por que no los dos??? why not combine them??? open your heart you cowards

9.) scented lotion or perfume?- honestly neither? but probably perfume. I like my lotion unscented!

10.) what color(s) do you associate with love?- Hey!!! we already did this!! so this is why my teachers told me to read my questions first!! But tl;dr, red, blue, and green

11.) what animal(s) do you associate with love?- not sure! never thought about it. maybe hamsters. Fragile and cute, but will absolutely fuck your shit up my dude. (i’ve had 20 hamsters, do not @ me fuckers)

12.) how do you know when you’re crushing on someone?- i think about them alot and just want to be near them.

13.) how do you know when you’re in love?- i want space from them occasionally, but always want to come back.

14.) have you been in love?- oh yea lmao. it was intense! 10/10 would do again even tho my heart hurts!

15.) favorite romcom trope?- no idea! maybe like,, when the girl and or guy realizes theyre in love with eachother. 

16.) what’s your favorite aesthetic other than lovecore?- the ocean

17.) favorite romantic movie?- um,,, that’s a personal question :/ (XD)((i only did that cuz idk how to use emojis with my laptop lmao.))

18.) ideal date?- its just us alone somewhere, even if it’s a crowded place. We talk and are so involved with eachother that we just don’t even notice how deep we are falling for eachother. We talk for hours and it feels like seconds, and we just want more time. maybe go to a book store after whatever we were doing.

19.) what would you give your partner for a romantic gift?- depends on the person

20.) what would you want to receive from a partner as a romantic gift?- depends on the person, probably something kinky

21.) why do you like lovecore?- honestly ive no idea what lovecore is.

22.) what do you think love is? like, how would you explain the concept- already did this!!!!! 

23.) do you believe in love at first sight? no, love is slow kindled. I believe in lust, crush, and infatuation at first sight though.

24.) have you ever crushed on a friend?- almost exclusively! XD

25.) have you ever crushed on a stranger?- definitely.

26.) celebrity crush? Aubrey plaza 100%

27.) do you have a crush on any fictional characters? yes XD

28.) matte or shiny? depends on how im feeling!

29.) bright or dull colors? depends on how im feeling, and the context!!!

30.) do you have a favorite lovecore blog? if so, what is it?- mine 

31.) favorite love song?- as i lay me down by sophie b hawkins, there’s others, but i cant think of them i can link my spotify if you’d like

32.)

33.) do your best heart spam!! (ex. 💗🏳️‍🌈💗💓💓💝🍓💝💫✨💫💞💝💗⭐️💘💓💗💞♥️)- my friends can attest that my heart spam is legendary, and this post is already long enough!

send in any other love/lovecore associates asks as well~! i love you all!!!

ps. honestly “por que no los dos” is why im pansexual lmao but more like “por que no todo!” XD 

I’m a transgirl out here looking for love, if youre a gal please messs=age me lmao, if youre a guy submit your application, you’ll hear back in 5-7 business days :)

(if youre agender or gender queer, pls message me! need some trans friends!!)

welp im late for uni! bye everyone :)

#love #hopeless romantic #pansexual #panromantic #transgirl #please love me!!! #lovecore

[rorykillmore]

do u have any rp ships you like rn or like, characters you would want people to app for them?

i’m just gonna interpret this as romantic ships since eps sent me another ask about general dynamics

ummm right now the ships i have on site are sara/nyssa, heather/ratchet, rey/kara, and trish/laurel! i think. did i miss any??? i’m pretty sure that’s all of them. anyways i love them all for completely different reasons!

sara and nyssa are that kind of really, like... deeply in love, familiar, endgame-quality ship that you can’t help but be a sucker for. i mean, i have to attribute part of that to arrow unfortunately, like they ARE canonmates, but still i think spear and i have been able to explore their dynamic with a lot of depth and have had so much fun doing that and it’s just. really refreshing to have a ship that CAN be sad and complicated, but is ultimately very loving and supportive and healthy and that stemming from them knowing each other so long and so well and just! finally having the chance to be together without skeevy league bullshit surrounding them. i love them a lot and its important for both their characters to have someone they can be so vulnerable and... well, sappy, around.

rey and kara have been a really slow burn (even though their relationship has been rife with TRANSPARENTLY gay bullshit since the day they met) but they’re one of those ships that are like... so hopelessly sweet and earnest and enabling of a lot of healing and i always need at least a couple of those in my life. they’re not a dynamic that jemi and i use super frequently - rey has never been a SUPER high muse character for her and now i’m kind of struggling with kara’s muse - but they have come a long way together and any time they’re together its clear how like... immediately they value and adore each other.  10/10 good space gays

heather/ratchet and trish/laurel are both ships that have been planned to be temporary, but i can and have gushed a lot about how important they are anyway? people should shy away from obviously temporary ships less; a lot can be gained from them development-wise and they also allow you to play with dynamics you wouldn’t normally if you were only looking for something that was gonna work out longterm, or if you were already invested in another future ship. like, ratchet is super important to heather because he’s the first significant other she’s had that’s ever... treated her decently??? and she’s learned a lot from him about how to be a little more kind and open than she might have been otherwise?? and laurel, in turn, is the first woman trish has ever dated, and just very important when it comes to trish learning how to be comfortable with that and examining stuff re: the way she interacts with relationships and just... interpreting how other people’s feelings manifest sometimes. both heather and trish will value those respective relationships even after they’re done and so will i.

okay and as far as future stuff goes, heather/veronica is ultimately gonna happen after heather and ratchet break up! heather and veronica have been best friends with... very complicated feelings for each other for awhile now, so whenever they actually come to terms with that it’ll be well deserved tbh. stryker, spear, and i have also considered sara/nyssa/ava as an ot3 -- obviously that would require some development but!! i’m interested to see how it works out. save them, amaya,

and then some stuff that i’ve talked about with people that we’re trying to let develop organically, like the possibility of tigerstar/badgerstripe or laurel/dolores and even other, way more vague possibilities that i’ve tossed around with a few people (you included, haha).  i think with ships, when you’re doing them right, you never want to force anything or plan out TOO much until you have a strong idea of how characters interact with each other, but i do enjoy and always welcome just?? talking about possibilities and directions and stuff like that, because it can be very rewarding to see things shape themselves that way. you can always feel free to approach me like “hey do you think this has potential” even if it’s a thing that would require some organic development first

ummm as for characters i would love to see apped for ships, hmmm... i mean i’ve been interested in doing a ship with siobhan for awhile now, so i certainly wouldn’t mind someone taking an interest in like, livewire or even winn? those have the makings of two VERY different relationships, especially at this point in siobhan’s development, but i’ve always enjoyed her dynamics with both characters so! uhhh who else... well y’know, if anyone ever apped cisco and they shipped killervibe i would be potentially opening to exploring that, but otherwise i dunno if i’d ever pursue anything romantic with caitlin unless something that REALLY clicked came up.

maybe also the vague additional answer of “a marvel girl i can ship with trish” but it’s not like we settled on anything yet, but other than that I DUNNO. i don’t have a lot of strong canon ships for a lot of my current characters (that aren’t already on the site). oh you know what... maybe teddy from westworld? i’m in the boat of thinking things with him and dolores wouldn’t work out at this point, but they do deserve some closure and... man, if someone took him from later in season 2 that would be SO jarring and upsetting for her, ESPECIALLY after what she’s gonna go through with jack... that’s a thought...

#cuts dennys lvad wire #hopefully most of this wasnt too vague but thank you for giving me the opportunity to be sappy tony #fizzlep0p

[wittystiles]

The Bluff || Part Two || Mitch Rapp

Author: wittystiles

Title: Chapter One

Word Count: 3.4K

Story Summary: go here

Chapter Summary: Stan, Irene and Reader arrive to Paris to begin their “mission” of sorts. The reader is completely shocked to find out what that entails, and mischief occurs.

Warnings: Cursing (expect it tbh). Violence (sorta). Mention of blood. 

A/N: I’m in the middle of a “break” rn, lol. Clearly its going smashingly, and I’m not doing anything. Can’t you tell? This story is just so addicting to me right now that I can hardly abandon it. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, Mitch will be involved fully soon. Promise.

Stan held the door to the hotel room open for Irene and (Y/N), his other hand clutched tightly around the handle of his suitcase. The two women nodded their thanks as they entered the room, dropping their own bags onto the floor. The door shut loudly behind them, and Stan threw the lock in place. “Welcome to Paris,” Stan called after setting his suitcase down next to theirs.

(Y/N) gave a soft smile, taking a seat on the edge of the farthest mattress. Irene took a seat on the other, and Stan begrudgingly pulled a chair away from the small table in the corner of the room, moving it in front of the two beds before taking a seat.

“So,” (Y/N) spoke up, knotting her hands in her lap. “Are the two of you ready to tell me what we’re doing in Paris?”

Irene nodded, “you’re here to meet your assignment (Y/N).” Irene crossed her leg over the other, resting her hands on her knee. “You know you’re to be a handler, of sorts. Not exactly the conventional type, but a handler. And you know that your assignment is… difficult. Would that be a good word, Stan?”

“I’d choose ‘pain-in-the-fucking-ass’, but sure. Use difficult.” Stan said with a smile.

Irene took a deep breath. (Y/N) could tell that Stan and Irene should not be spending as much time together as they were. “Since your assignment is difficult, we know conventional methods will be useless. So, we’ve brought you to Paris. Where he will be on a fake assignment that Stan and I have created.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “What am I supposed to do? Come in and be his partner or something?”

Stan shook his head, chuckling a bit. “Not exactly.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “You’re actually going to be performing some sort of.. act. A little, technically.” Stan shrugged his shoulders a little.

“An act?” (Y/N) asked for clarification, her brows knitting together. “What do you mean, an act?”

“Well, a performance. Think of this like. I don’t know - how should she think of this, Irene?” Stan leaned back against his chair, mimicking the way he’d sat the first time (Y/N) had met him.

“Like you’ve said, Stan. A performance. (Y/N), you’re going to be in charge of getting to Mitch. We want you developing a relationship with him, getting close to him, starting to keep him … level?”

“Level?” Stan repeated, looking confused. “We don’t need him level, Irene. We need him knocked under the ground and finally fucking sane.”

“Stan,” Irene sighed. (Y/N) could see the exhaustion written on her features. “Would you please dial back on your profanity?”

Stan stared at her blankly for a moment before beginning to mutter a string of curses underneath his breath, making an annoyed face, looking down at his hands.

“As I was saying. We need you to help us keep him level. He’s here -“ Irene raised her hand above her head, moving it back and forth a little to prove where Mitch ‘was’. “And with your help we’re hoping that we can get him here.” Irene lowered her hand to the middle of her stomach.

Stan scoffed at Irene’s hand placement. “There? Irene, are you out of your mind? That’s still too much. We need that kid six feet under, which I’m sure he’ll manage on his own eventually. However I’d like it sooner than later. And since you won’t let me kill him, I guess we’ll have to settle for you doing it, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) widened her eyes a bit. “I thought I was to act as a makeshift handler? Not kill this man.”

Irene nodded, “you are. Ignore Stan. He’s old, holds grudges and probably forgot to take his heart medicine today. He’s fired up when he doesn’t take those.”

Stan leaned forward in his chair, face hard and ready to give Irene a verbal lashing for her comments. She halted him, however, when she began speaking again. “You’re to gain Mitch’s trust, (Y/N). Stan and I have decided that the best option for you, as his handler, is to get close to him. We, however, do not feel like it will be beneficial in any way for him to know of you as an agent. We want him blind to that fact. Want him as out of the loop about what we are planning of him as possible.”

“So,” (Y/N) breathed. “What is it exactly that expect of me?”

“Well, for starters you’ve got to get the least trustworthy sonovabitch I’ve ever met to trust you. Piece of cake.” Stan shrugged like he didn’t really care what happened but looked forward to the shitshow playing out in front of him. (Y/N) almost wanted to be like him, seemingly uncaring in all aspects of life. Distantly, however, she suspected he cared more than he let on.

(Y/N) nodded her head slowly, pushing her lips together in a pout. “That sounds easy enough. Get an untrusting ‘sonovabitch’ to trust me. Got it. What else?”

Irene sighed, she was sure that by the end of her time with Stan either herself or (Y/N) would sound like a truck driver stuck in traffic. Cursing every other word.

“You’re also going to need to get close to him, like I’ve said.”

“How close?” (Y/N) asked, picking at her cuticle. She caught herself and stopped, knotting her fingers together.

Stan smirked, clearing his throat. “Well, sweetheart. Without risking Irene punching me for being ‘too crass’, you two will probably get close enough for him to know if you’ve got carpet or hardwood floors if you know what I mean. And that won’t even be you doing it for the mission. Probably. Mitch is a pretty bastard. Irene, you know.”

“Excuse me?” (Y/N) asked quietly, taken aback by Stan’s comment.

Stan sighed, and Irene gave him a warning look. “You’ve got to get so close to him, (Y/N), he’ll end up inside of you. You control a man’s dick, you control him.”

Irene gasped in shock, leaning forward to smack Stan across the mouth. Her movement was quicker than either Stan or (Y/N) thought she was capable of. “Say somethin’ like that again, and it’ll be my fist Stan.”

Stan, still in shock over being smacked, rubbed his cheek gently. “Director, I don’t think it’s appropriate to smack your agent.”

Irene gave him an icy glare. “Stanley, if you were my agent I’d have your ass canned worse than sardines.” She took a deep breath. “You’re making my head pound.”

(Y/N), having recovered from the abrupt smack that wasn’t even delivered to her but nearly felt, grasped what they were discussing. “I’m not going to sleep with him.” She declared, more to herself than to the others in the room.

Stan snorted a laugh. “That’s a fucking lie. You haven’t met him yet. Hell, even ol’ cobweb crotch Irene here wanted him at first.”

Thwack.

Irene’s fist connected with Stan’s jaw blindingly fast, causing his head to thrash to the other side. “You ever talk about my crotch again, Hurley, and you’ll lose your teeth. You got me?”

Stan nodded, though she could hear his low chuckle. “Back to the subject at hand, and not the subject of our agents sleeping together.”

“Though, you admit that you’re sure it will happen.”

“STAN!” Irene shouted in warning. He held his hands up in mock surrender.

“I think we could use a moment. Let me go call my other agent, he’s in route I would hope. Stanley, don’t do or say anything stupid or inappropriate.”

Irene pushed up from the bed she was sat on and walked away from the two of them, entering the room besides theirs through the adjoining door.

“She can put on a show and lie all she wants, she enjoyed my comments.” Stan mused, rubbing his jaw soothingly. “Anyway, (Y/N). As I was saying. You’re gonna have to get real close to Rapp. He’s not been vulnerable to anyone since that shit went down however long ago, and we want you to be that person he lets his guard down with.”

“And you think that by fucking him, I’ll accomplish that?”

Stan shrugged, “probably. Besides, like I definitely said earlier. You’ll want to anyway. Didn’t you see his picture in his file?”

(Y/N) nodded, “yes. I did, but-”

Stan waved his hand, not wanting to hear the rest of her sentence. “Doesn’t matter. I just want you to know that it’ll be something that will happen eventually. Not even a possibility, I guarantee it. And when it happens, if I hear about it, I’ll contemplate killing either of you. Just a warning.”

Stan took a breath and stood from his chair, walking over to the small fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“Aside from getting him to trust you and screw you, you’re gonna have to get him to listen to you. That’s important. That stupid sonovabitch doesn’t listen to a single Goddamn person, you’ve gotta change that, or so help me God he’s gonna find himself skinned.”

(Y/N) sighed heavily, “why do you have such contempt for him?”

Stan cracked the seal on the water bottle he’d grabbed and guzzled down half of it. “Cause I think of him as my son, (Y/N). And I don’t want his ass to get killed in the field.”

“I’m not going to get to be with him in the field though.” She pointed out, standing to get herself a water bottle. “How will I be able to prevent him from getting killed?”

Stan took a moment to answer her, slowly screwing the cap back onto his water. “You’re gonna give him a reason to want to come home.”

Irene returned shortly, shoving her phone into the pocket of her dark grey pants. “He is on his way here from there airport.” Irene declared, returning to her spot on the bed.

“Who?” (Y/N) asked, assuming it was going to be Mitch. “The other agent. He’s crucial to you getting to Mitch.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows together. “Why don’t you just introduce me to him yourself?”

Stan laughed, shaking his head at her. “You can’t just be introduced to this kid, (Y/N). He’ll say ‘I don’t need a fucking handler’ in his annoying tone, and walk out in a huff.”

“So, like you would?” (Y/N) asked for clarification. Stan glared.

“Sort of,” Stan agreed.

Irene took a deep breath and then launched into explaining what would need to occur. “Stan called Mitch when we landed and told him there was a lead on an international, mid-level arms dealer here in Paris. Mitch was assigned to getting to the arms dealer and finding out what he knows. Currently, Mitch is somewhere over Europe headed here to join us. Or, rather, to find us. In a manner of speaking. The other agent, the one I just phoned, he’s going to be posing as the arms dealer.”

(Y/N) sighed, “where do I come in then? Am I supposed to be a housekeeper or something? Should I stumble upon Mitch?”

Stan shook his head, “not exactly.” “Then what?” (Y/N) leaned forward a bit looking rather confused.

“You’re going to be a victim of sorts…” Irene trailed off.

“How will I b-” (Y/N)s sentence was cut off by Stan’s fist connecting with her left temple, sending her crashing to the bed.

Irene jumped up from the bed, grabbing Stan’s arm. “Stan! What happened to telling her the plan first, and allowing her to consent to getting beaten?”

Stan sighed, looking at his fist and then at Irene. “She wasn’t going to agree. This way, she’s already been hit. She’ll have less of a reason to refuse.”

“Or more of one!” Irene pointed at (Y/N) who was clutching the side of her head.

“What the fuck?” (Y/N) screamed at Stan, standing up from the bed.

Stan cleared his throat. “Well, Irene did warn you that you’re playing the victim of sorts. This is the ‘of sorts’. Now, can we please finish this? I don’t want to do this to you, (Y/N). I really don’t, but it has to be done.”

“NO!” (Y/N) screamed again, pushing on him with the balls of both of her palms. She balled her fists at her sides, ready to strike him, when Irene spoke up. “(Y/N),” she rest her hands calmly on her thighs. “You’ve got to do this. You’re going to be the victim, and that entails looking like one. Stan is going to beat you, within reason, and you’re going to be rescued. Hopefully, if Mitch does what we want. He doesn’t know our plan, so maybe he’ll cooperate.”

(Y/N) stared at the two of them wide eyed, her temple throbbing. “Get fucked.”

She walked past the two of them, reaching down for her bag. “Told you she was gonna hate this.” Stan pointed out, cracking his knuckles behind (Y/N).

“(Y/N), please. This will be over soon, it will look worse than it will be.”

(Y/N) shook her head, dragging her bag to the door. She had her hand on the doorknob when she heard Stan whisper “bureau baby” under his breath. She narrowed her eyes in anger, whirling around to look at him.

“What?” She hissed, dropping the handle of her suitcase.

“You heard me,” Stan shrugged. “You’re nothing but a fuckin’ bureau baby.”

(Y/N) balled her fists again, returning to Stan and Irene. “Fine, you shriveled old crone. I’ll take your fucking beating,” (Y/N) snarled. “But if you break my fucking nose I’ll get full retribution for every single blow you land. ‘You got me’?” She asked, mimicking Irene.

Stan nodded, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It will be my pleasure.” He drew his right hand back and launched if forward, connecting with her jaw.

-

(Y/N) sat in the bathroom on the edge of the tub, holding a cloth to her bleeding lip. Her head was pounding, and her ribs hurt every time she took in a breath, but other than that she was faring better than she had anticipated. Stan had only assaulted her for a short time, and she was thankful he hadn’t broken anything. Though, if you asked her, she was pissed he hadn’t because she wanted to break his nose back.

“(Y/N),” Stan said from the door of the bathroom. She looked up at him and noticed a small knife in his hands. Her heart sped up in her chest. “What?” She said, dropping the cloth she held to the floor, standing up on weak knees. “What more could you possibly do?”

Stan looked from her to the knife and then back to her. “May I stab you?” He asked, looking a little sad to ask.

(Y/N) shook her head in astonishment. “No? No you can’t stab me, Hurley? Why would anyone allow you to do that?”

Stan shrugged, “cause if you don’t agree I’ll have to do it by force. And that’ll be even worse for you.”

(Y/N) scoffed, “or! You could just realize you don’t need to stab me at all.”

Stan shook his head at her and took a step into the bathroom. “I do, (Y/N).” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “It will be in your shoulder area. Right here.” He touched the spot he planned to stab her with the tip of the knife. “It will be less painful than you’d think it is. Trust me, I’ve been stabbed there more times than I care to count. It’s fine.”

Stans attempts to be reassuring were falling short. (Y/N) took a step back away from Stan. “No.” She repeated shaking her head. Her hand came up to rub the spot on her shoulder, thinking for a moment. “Wait,” she looked up at Stan, keeping her hand on her shoulder. “You can stab me, for whatever sick fucking purpose you have. If you let me punch you, dead on in the face.”

Stan took a deep breath before nodding in agreement, bracing himself for the impact of her fist. He figured getting punched in the face twice in one night wasn’t a bad average.

(Y/N) inhaled and, as she was exhaling, sailed her fist towards Stan’s face, colliding with his nose in a loud thud. 

Stan recoiled from her, clutching his nose in his hand. “Fuck, (Y/N).” He huffed, pulling his hand away to check for blood. “Yeah, definitely broken.” Stan pinched his nose firmly between his first finger and thumb, shaking his head a little. “You’re fucked up, kid.” He grunted.

(Y/N) gave a smug smile before pulling her shirt to the side, closing her eyes tightly. “Do it, get it over with now. Before I change my mi-” her voice was taken when she felt the blade plunge into the fleshy part of her chest below her shoulder. Stan retracted the blade quickly, tossing it into the sink.

(Y/N) let out a string of curses as she snatched the hand towel off of the hook on the wall, pressing it firmly against her bleeding shoulder. “You fucking cocksucker,” (Y/N) snarled at Stan. She pressed her hand harder against her shoulder. “I’ve never been stabbed before, and you bet your balls I never wanna be again.”

Stan shook his head, “sorry kid. I’m done now. You’re free to go.”

“Go where?” (Y/N) asked.

Stan pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “Irene’s got some medicine for you, since you let me stab you and all.”

(Y/N) nodded her head and walked past Stan to the main room, seeing Irene on the phone with someone. She contemplated interrupting Irene’s phone call to ask her for the medicine that Stan had mentioned, seeing two little white pills spotted with red dots sitting on a napkin on the table.

She grabbed her water from earlier, washing the two pills down with it.

Irene got off of the phone as she was swallowing, looking from (Y/N) to the napkin to (Y/N) again. “Oh, I see you found the pills. Wonderful. How are you feeling, (Y/N)?” Irene asked, sounding genuinely concerned. (Y/N) felt a little put off by that, seeing as Irene was probably the one who suggested that Stan beat her up in the first place.

“I’m fine. I just want to know what the rest of this stupid little act is going to be. Am I just going to wander into Mitch’s path looking like this? That will surely get him to trust me, I’m sure. He won’t think I’m fucking deranged or anything.”

Irene shook her head, tapping on the glass screen of her cell phone. “No, (Y/N). You’re not just going to stumble into his path. You’re going to be placed in the room where he will be confronting the fake arms dealer. You’re going to be a hostage, so to speak. Start thinking of the story you’re going to tell Mitch now, so you’ve got it completely figured out by the time you have to tell it. Would you?”

(Y/N) nodded, taking a seat in the chair that Stan had been sitting in earlier.

There was a knock at the door which caught Irene and (Y/N)’s attention. Irene was about to make for the door when she heard Stan shout ‘I’ve got it’ from the bathroom.

A moment later the two women were joined by Stan and a man who was taller and scruffier looking, with short brown hair that looked almost military. He had a hard glare to his features. (Y/N) could tell this was to be the arms dealer.

“(Y/N), meet your capture. International arms dealer Anton Checovich.” The man raised his hand in a half assed wave to (Y/N). She nodded her head in response, regretting the movement due to the pulse of pain that wrapped around her head.

“What’s your real name, agent?” (Y/N) asked, still holding the hand towel tightly against her chest.

“That isn’t important for you to know, (Y/N).” Irene interjected before the agent could respond. “Only concern yourself with your part of the act. Okay? You should probably lie down on one of the beds, you’re looking faint.”

(Y/N) went to nod but caught herself, laying down on the bed closest to her. The three others walked away from her to have a meeting in the hall near the bathroom.

(Y/N) felt her eyelids getting heavy.

~~~~~~~~

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[toukenra]

@lithiel Oh my gosh thank you so much for sending this in I just got reminded of all the reasons why I love Tsurumaru he’s so precious I just want to suck up all the sadness he’s been hiding like a sponge and wrap my arms around him like he did for this Saniwa (yes I’m low-key jealous rn) thank you thank you thank you I really enjoyed worked on this one! (灬♥ω♥灬) (although this took me more than 6 hours of racking my brains but i’m very thankful for this request) And for the edgy dragon/wolf… Kuri-chan, just resign to your fate because as long as I live you will be loved by me there’s no running away from my love. 

I’m just gonna assume there isn’t any established relationship between them YET (ehehe) so that’s why they weren’t allowed anywhere near her room although the swords more or less have a crush on their Saniwa and vice versa if that’s okay with you! And yessss~ gimme all the cheesy and cutesy fluff in the world~, I’m highly allergic against any kind of angst anyway so I hope you’re going to like this one!! (♡ >ω< ♡) sorry if Kuri-chans scenario turned out so much longer than the rest i wanted to write something longer for him and just ran out of ideas after writing this ._. *gets tomatoes thrown at me*

This could get quite lengthy so under the cut just to be safe

Ookurikara/ Kuri-chan

Why did he have to share a room with Mitsutada and Kuninaga who in the world could sleep besides these nosy swords? he openly grumbles as he walks to the bathroom to escape their loud snoring

suddenly his foot makes contact with something soft

an irritated look makes its way onto his face when he realizes it’s his current master sleeping right in his way

hasn’t she heard of a bedroom before??

woah slow down there Grinch

ponders whether he should just let her sleep over there or if he should call for Mitsutada to fetch her away when he hears stifled sobs coming from her

crouches down and is ready to wake her so he can go back to sleep

‘O-okurikara..please..’

shoots right up at hearing his name and bangs his head on the wooden beam with a loud thump startling the both of you

your face flushes a deep shade of red once she realizes that the man you’ve  been longing for in your dream is standing right in front of you although he was angrily rubbing his temple by now

shoots you the death glare but upon seeing the fresh tears on your face his expression softens just the slightest

‘What? Don’t you even know what a bedroom is anymore or why were you sleeping out here in the cold? And what about crying like that you sure are bothersome.’

‘I-I’m sorry.. I guess I was sleepwalking and just landed out here. I-it’s fine you can leave me now.’

he really thinks about just going back to his room but in the end he just can’t find it in himself to leave you laying there like that

curses himself and the whole world and grabs you by your arms, basically dragging you back to you room

after laying you down you expect him to leave when he suddenly drapes himself right next to you, his arms pulling you flush against his hard chest so you couldn’t turn around and look at him

you were surely getting a heart attack by now

‘Ookurikara??!’

‘Tsk you sure are annoying, stop moving around so much.’

you knew all too well that he didn’t like physical contact at all so being held in his arms like this touched your soul deeply and you were about to start crying again

‘Y-you don’t have to stay here with me..’ you mumble apologetically but he only pulls you tighter against his chest

‘Tsk, just be quiet already. I’m only here because Kuninaga is snoring so loud’ he grumbles, making you smile a little at realizing how kind he really is

‘Thank you then, I will not forget your kindness’

‘I’m not doing this for you. Now just close your eyes’ he grumbles against your hair, making you giggle in delight

‘You know how people say that animals and children can sense the true nature of a person. I knew you were kind the moment Gokotai’s tiger cubs started climbing on you. Good night, Ookurikara.’

stay silent but is secretly blushing heavily into your hair

he hates it. 

he hates it all: the warm feeling spreading inside his chest at listening to the soothing sound of your even breathing, the wavering scent of your shampoo that is tickling his nose and the sensation of holding a warm and lively woman like you ins arms, god he hates it why does the world have to punish him like that

(translation: he loves it so much and doesn’t want to let you go ever but Jesus he’d rather get skinned alive than admit to it)

both of you fall asleep just like that, legs tangled and intertwined both of you basically melt into one

would probably want you to sign a confidentality agreement next morning lol

if you ever tell anyone about this you’re dead

Tsurumaru

‘Oya oya what kind of surprise is this?’

his eyebrows start wiggling when he finds you sleeping in front of your room

ponders whether he should jump out on you or draw on your face but you were always so firm with keeping him and the others away from your room at night

which only made him more curious on what you were trying to hide from him

on a closer look he suddenly remarks that your body is shaking and tears are spilling from your closed eyes

that was definitely another surprise, but surely not the kind he wished for

he didn’t even know that humans could cry during sleep and it honestly breaks his heart a little at seeing you in this pitiful state

‘..rumaru..’

??? was that his name coming from your sleeping form ???

‘Tsurumaru.. please..don’t let me go’

yep, ok that was definitely his name spilling from your heavenly lips

and you’re wanting to be held by him? sure both of you had been playfully flirting for some time now but never would he have thought that there was any deeper meaning to it

at least not from your side

he tries to keep his cool, he really does, but his heart rate just skyrockets to unhealthy altitudes

carefully sweeps you up in his arms without waking you and carries you back to your room

lays down next to you and peppers your face with little butterfly kisses, even licking up the salty tears off your cheeks until you scrunch up and open your eyes, only to be greeted with the sight of Tsurumaru licking your nose

your first instinct is to yell bloody murder but a quick peck to your forehead silences you immediately

‘Geez, surprising me like that wasn’t funny, Master. If you wanted me to hold you that badly you could have told me from the start.’ he graces you with a kind smile before he presses a soft kiss against your nose

silly crane why u so cute ilysm :’))

not being able to form any coherent sentence you just bury your head in his neck and mumble a teary-eyed ‘thank you’ against his heated skin but he understands it anyway

holds you tightly and strokes your hair until you fall asleep 

probably teases you next morning because you were drooling on him

makes it his life mission to never let you sleep alone again

good luck with trying to escape his nightly cuddles  (not that you mind i know it)

great excuse to be close to you hehe

can you feel my love for him?? because my heart sure is overflowing with love for this precious crane

Ichigo

he loved his little brothers, he really did but sometimes at night he just wished to have some moments just for himself so he carefully removed Hirano’s arm from his chest and slipped out of the stuffy bedroom

admiring the full moon and fresh night air he just wanders around the Citadel until he suddenly finds himself in front of your door

somehow he always landed here, partly because of how connected he felt towards you whenever you flashed him that kind smile of yours and mostly because of his heartfelt desire to be closer to you

as if his prayers had been heard a soft whimper made its way to his ears

startled, his eyes darted to the origin of the sound only to be met by your sleeping frame draped on the porch

his heart breaks in two at seeing your closed eyes filled with tears and how vulnerable you looked in the dim moonlight

were your nightmares the reason you never let anyone near your room during nighttime?

heavily torn between wanting to kiss your tears away and being afraid of your reaction when he hears his name being whispered in between your little whimpers

404 ERROR ERROR Ichigo.exe has stopped working

after calming his racing heart  it only took him 7 minutes  he realizes that you were crying because you must have felt lonely and his heart just breaks again

musters all his courage and carefully nudges you until you sleepily open your eyes and pulls you into a tender embrace

‘I’m sorry for not realizing my desire to hold you like this any sooner but please allow me to embrace you like this for tonight.’

pure angel is bright red and dying inside but keeps his promise and doesn’t let you go for the rest of the night or ever again

he’s the epitome of cuteness 527457% would kiss him

Izuminokami

absolutely flabbergasted when he finds you sleeping in the cold 

how did you even land there?

doesn’t give it a second thought and carries you back to your room bridal style because he’s sure he looks very cool doing so when he realizes there are tears streaming down your beautiful sleeping face

and you’re even mumbling his name with that cute angelic voice of yours?

oh lord please give him strength because he has to gather all his strength to not wake and devour you right on the spot

why does my sinful mind want to make this naughty bad girl Anni

decides its better to let you sleep and ask for an explanation next morning

gently wipes your tears away and presses feathery kisses against your temple

tries to be very cool and composed about holding you like this but when you sigh against his neck cool sword warrior just melts into a big puddle

let’s be honest: you’ve never slept any better than in his arms because damn that guy probably smells so good

probably teases you a little next morning for clinging to him during your sleep

shut up Kane-san, you were enjoying this as well

Kashuu

poor bab is lost when he finds you weeping in your sleep right in front of your room

he just wanted to use the rest room and now this

wonders if he should call for Yasusada because he has no idea what to do right now when he overhears you whispering his name 

excuse me what?

you’re calling out for him right?

or were you crying because of him?

13637 questions and no one to answer them for him

it takes him about 20 attempts but in the end he wakes you and worriedly asks you why you were sleeping outside and dear god were you upset with him or why did you cry during sleep?

after you shyly admit that you just wanted to be hugged by him and ask him to stay the night with you poor angel just faints

reluctantly agrees to stay with you although he is screaming and dying inside

very stiff at first but eases into it fairly quickly and falls asleep with you since he realizes this is the ultimate proof of still being loved by you

- Mod Pancake 🥞

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