#shit like this makes it so much easier for ACTUAL PEOPLE IN POWER to write off queer narratives and fanbases

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

ok its been literally 15 minutes since the finale ended and im getting off the TOH tag.

I am SO DISAPPOINTED in a certain side of this fandom.

it took less than FIFTEEN MINUTES to see enough "lollllll lumity went canon and huntlow didn't, get WRECKED YOU STINKY STRAIGHTS LOL BURY UR GAYS UNO REVERSE LMAOOOOO HOW DOES IT FEEL NASTY ICKY BAD STRAIGHT SHIPPERS" posts to make me actually consider whether I'd rather the show have had a sad ending.

not bc of huntlow, i ship it but never put any hope or weight on it going canon. I'm not "anti-lumity" or whateverthefuck, I don't really think about ships that much in 99.9% of fandoms.

...yall are just extremely fucking

IMMATURE.

I'm queer. I understand how much pain we've dealt with even SOLELY in terms of media rep. I even understand the glee at the concept of "straightbaiting" actually being a thing that happened here.

I also understand the EXTREMELY JUSTIFIED concern and anger around some parts of the fandom seeming to abandon the BIPOC WLW main character/main ship in favor of the Sad Greasy White Boy Of The Week And His White Straight Girlfriend.

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND why so many "fans" are taking this EXTREMELY POSITIVE, LITERALLY GROUNDBREAKING and immediately turning it against their fellow fans. All this amazing rep, characterization, EVERYTHING and you still find a way to be cruel to your fellow fans.

this isn't a contest.

Lumity is canon.

Huntlow is not.

Huntlow was not a focus of the finale.

I can guarantee you that after that finale, NOBODY was thinking about Huntlow until yall started being fucking mean about it.

YOU brought up the thing you claimed to want the fandom to stop focusing on, for the SINGULAR PURPOSE of enacting some sort of "revenge" on shippers that you projected a whoooole lot of Racism, Homophobia, and Evil onto, despite:

Bi Hunter, Transmasc Hunter, Transfemme Willow, and T4T Huntlow all being EXTREMELY popular hcs/themes in and out of shipping context

A fair chunk of the fandom seeing Willow as BIPOC/East Asian -coded

ALL of the masc presenting queers w parental and/or religious trauma who have spoken out about how seen they feel bc of Hunter

I'm not saying Hunter was a perfect character. He definitely wasn't the main character, or even close.

I'm saying that yall have demonized this part of the fandom SO MUCH that after THAT FINALE.

*THAT. FINALE.*

your FIRST INSTINCT was to ATTACK THEM

over the SHIP (I REPEAT MYSELF) THAT YOU SAID YOU WANTED PPL TO STOP TALKING ABOUT.

I was having a really fun, good, genuine amazing time freaking my shit over Titan!Luz, and Lumity, and Raeda, and King and The Collector and TITAN LUZ!!!!!

yknow. all the stuff the finale was actually about.

and now I'm thinking mainly of huntlow (or at least the discourse around it), angry, and extremely sad that my experience of this finale has been ruined

and that this fandom is the latest to fall into the trap of "blame other fans for actual systemic oppression, regardless of whether or not they are actually upholding it."

I don't know how to get it through your heads that a heavily T4T-headcanoned, likely biracial-coded ship that is CANONICALLY a healing narrative for trauma survivors

is not fucking reylo.

this Evil In Fandom you're angry at 1000% exists but it sure as fuck isn't here.

unless there's a Secret Second Huntlow Fandom That Is Evil And Racist And Hates Lumity that idk abt, this is just a group of sad queer kids sitting next to your own group of sad queer kids

and despite me seeing ZERO ACTUAL HUNTLOW COMMENTS ABOUT THE FINALE * AT ALL *

you, whatever side of the fandom is doing this (I honestly don't know who is making these posts) aren't proving, winning, fixing or righting anything

you're going over to another side of the fandom whose ship didnt go canon

and with ZERO PROVOKATION

you're making them feel like shit for it.

why???

WHY??????

yall "won". you won as much as you can possibly win here. everybody loves the finale. nobody is giving anything but overwhelming love, happy tears, joy and awe to "your" win.

but you still felt the need to make sure someone, somewhere, knew that they "lost".

sry im just so angry at this rn. i was having so much fun. what the fuck is this kind of behavior supposed to prove?

also btw to be clear this is NOT DIRECTED AT ALL OR MOST LUMITY SHIPPERS, LUZ STANS, ETC. ITS NOT EVEN DIRECTED AT "HUNTLOW-ANTIS" EXCEPT THE *SPECIFIC PEOPLE* WHO CHOSE TO USE THE FINALE TO BASH ON OTHERS.

AS FOR THOSE SPECIFIC PEOPLE:

YOU SUCK!!!!!! Thanks for ruining this fantastic experience for me by being a piece of shit on main over some "shipper" crap im not even in.

#toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #vent #rant #fandom wank #discourse #Literally What The Fuck #shit like this makes it so much easier for ACTUAL PEOPLE IN POWER to write off queer narratives and fanbases #theres also legit no point #nobody is attacking yall in the toh fandom ok???? #i was having FUN #AND NOW I WANT TO CRY #NOT BC OF SHIPS #BUT BC PPL ARE BEING SO MEAN LITERALLY JUST TO BE MEAN #im blocking ship tags from now on methinkd #Grow. Up. #angry post #long post #longpost

[orkbutch]

Rambling about Astarion bc im bored at work. I like Astarion because I think he is a genius take on The Evil RPG Companion, and is an especially great take on The Fixable Bad Guy. I don't think hes evil, but I do think Astarion is a genuinely bad person at the beginning, and I think Astarion is only drawn away from being a bad person - and experiences a great redemption arc - via active intervention from others. Astarion would not redeem himself without guidance; he is absolutely bent toward self destruction and evil at the beginning of the story.

I think comparing him with Shadowheart is what drew me to that conclusion. If you are nice to Shadowheart, as in you talk to her and respect her boundaries and do stuff she generally agrees with, she will choose to free Nightsong all on her own. You don't need to roll to convince her at all, or romance her or even push back on her Shar worship that much. You just leave it up to her, and she chooses that path. (Side note, what brilliant writing.)

Astarion is not like that at all. Even if you were tight as fuck he would not choose the good option, with no input, in Act 2. Astarion, like all the companions, needs help and connection to reach healthy actualization, but I think its great, resonant writing that Astarion needs the most active intervention of all. Because he's had his autonomy so completely taken away from him, he simply doesn't know how to use it anymore. He doesn't know how to connect with other people anymore. He's someone that's learned to enjoy cruelty, to resent the pleasure of others, and to be entirely selfish for survival. It makes sense that he must be dragged back into being capable of trust. He needs to be forced to be part of a community again; caring about things; allowing for vulnerability and optimism.

And like. How fucking smart is it to have THIS guy in THIS game. Because of the tadpole and the existential threat they're up against, he is actually forced to work with you. This kind of character is so hard to do in most RPGs because its like... why wouldn't he just betray you all and leave? Why would he stick with you? The tadpole clears all of that up. Astarion must stick with you or hes lost and dead. Astarion knows that you and the other companions are collectively stronger than him, so he can't betray you. He is forced to rely on you by default.

This is also what makes him SUCH a good version of the "you can fix him" romance; you are almost never the direct target of Astarion's bastardry because he can't fuck with you. The problem with Fix Him's is that usually they are a threat to the romantic lead, and fixing him requires enduring, soothing and forgiving the worst of his badness as some kind of test of loyalty, hopefully proving to him that being bad isn't necessary (toxic shit). But Astarion... can't do that. He is afraid to actually fuck you over because you are directly tied to his survival, and because you quickly show yourself to be more capable than him. He cannot have real power over you. (Until he's ascended, then he becomes the absolute worst version of the fix-it.)

I do think the trade off is that Astarion not directing his bastardry at you makes it easier to Ignore that Astarion is A Bad Guy, but I think that'd happen even if he was more of an asshole to you, so who cares. I think he's got the best written Redeemable Evil RPG Companion arch I've seen honestly. I love that he's so fun while being so tragic, whether redeemed or not.

#Astarion #bg3

[peachylipglosss]

my guide to wonyoungism, improve your life, glow up, be THAT girl:

🎀 have a routine: this is something I learned from being on therapy for so long. It is really important to have a routine because if not you can have bad sleeping, be tired all day, get bored easier, you won't be able to finish your responsabilities, it can bring you bad self esteem and in general is a complete mess.

🎀 work out: always do what's best for you and do what you feel comfortable doing but please! work! out! I'm such a lazy person and at some point it was really hard for me to have motivation to do anything, but once I put my mind into it, and force myself a bit and started with 10 mins of pilates everyday (since it was something easy to start with) my life and my self esteem improved a lot. Working out is another way to have schedules and a routine, also improves your self esteem by making you feel capable of doing stuff, and ofc is good for your body.

🎀 have a good skincare routine: first, do some research about your skin type and see what products can work better for you (you can also go to have a skincare treatment and ask the beautician or search on internet) but always do what's more comfortable and affordable for you, don't use stuff that influencers recommend bc you can alter you skin type based on the products you use too (as a beutician I know) Also don't DON'T do it everyday, some products can be used everyday like the cleanser but others not. As I said just do a good research. Besides skin stuff it's really interesting!!

🎀 improve your diet: with diet I don't mean to specifically have a diet, actually I'm a bit against them, since being strict about what we eat can cause stress and guiltiness, it's really important to have a balance, eating healthy at the end of the day means nothing if you don't enjoy it. And you can enjoy it by having fun creating new healthy recipes, doing a journal about your fav healthy recipes, buying new cookware (pink plates, pots, pans, etc) or eating a hamburguer, a chocolate cookie sometime

🎀 journal: this is something I do since 2014 lol it's without doubt one of the best things the human has created. It has helped me to improve my writing skills, to get to know me better, to vent about stuff idk how or whom to talk about, also make it fun! In my journal I vent and write about my feelings,fears, dreams, goals, etc but also write down my travels, concerts or fav kpop artists, decorate with stickers, a piece of confetti, even dried flowers!

🎀 hobbies: this is something I also learned recently on therapy, I mean we all had hobbies from time to time but do we know about the importance of having them? I spent this whole year doing nothing since I can't work or study, and without hobbies I can tell you life is too boring, and it can lead you to bad self esteem too I mean, I kinda got crazier for spending so much time alone with literally nothing to do. So find new and fun stuff to do just for the pleasure of doing it, you don't have to be the best at it. I bet you can find hobbies ideas on YouTube as well.

🎀 be more femenine: this is ofc an optional step but I think it can be important, since always either wonyoung or it girls usually look very femenine. Don't forget to make it a fun thing to do! Finding your aesthetic, maybe trying a new one, enjoy going shopping..you can be femenine with your clothing, with your skin care routine, with your jewlery...this is just about feeling beautiful and also powerful.

🎀 improve your behaviour towards other people: with this I mean basically being more open. To meet new people, to make new plans...also fixing your body gesture (at least mine is shit and It always end up hurting my back and shoulders)

🎀 affirmations: good affirmations are a thing, this I learned in therapy too. The way you talk to yourself is important and changing the mindset too. If you tell yourself "I won't be able" then for sure you won't. This is not an easy thing tho I know, but is a necessary thing. Forcing yourself to change your mind every time a negative thought pass by is a hardwork but is well payd, cause the price is your happiness. For this is VERY important to have some help and work things up in therapy. But to give you a little tip, surround yourself with good energy, put some pictures of good affirmations in your room, as background of your phone, even on a shirt!

🎀 enjoy and trust the process: as I kept saying in each step, making it something fun to do it would help you to don't feel it like an obligation cause it's not. It's ofc a responsability to improve your life so you don't fall in depressed behaviours for example, but by making it something fun, then you won't feel guilty if someday you don't feel like functioning and need a lazy day in bed. And by trusting the process, we keep motivated to keep going.

🌼hope this works for you, please let me know if so, have a great day and a great life! 🌼

#wonyoungism #glow up #glow up tips #that girl #it girl #hot summer girl #ive wonyoung #tips #trust the process #skin care

[nibbelraz]

SQH + An Ding Idea

-An Ding runs similar to a sort of college campus, everyone writes about An Ding basically doing everything for the whole peak.

(Architecture, Accounting, Business, Operations, Textiles, etc. etc.)

There's no way every disciple can learn all of the things An Ding does, and be able to perform them to a high quality.

So, perhaps SQH is the one who starts it because he realizes how kind of fucked the An Ding mechanics are. (Or system helped out, or possibly SQH god powers because that little guy is real busy and instituting all of these plans would take a whole long time)

But An Ding ends up running like some sort of campus, with a bunch of disciples specializing in different areas. Younger disciples take all of the essential classes, and then pick one or multiple areas of study/specialization. And they get real good at them, because specialization and not covering a million jobs at once means quality goes up. And I think SQH would just take in kids at the masses, just gathering up pretty much any kid with no place to go even if they have no real cultivation potential. Because running An Ding means they need a large number of disciples. He has a recruiting system or something, so there's a little girl in the street who fashioned her rags into a slightly cuter skirt. And an An Ding person is like 'hey, you like fashion? Textiles? You can do that for as long as you want if you join An Ding.' room, board, safety all for people who enjoy these sorts of trades to be able to specialize them and produce all the things the sects need. Street kids who are good with numbers or good with carpentry get taken into An Ding, no cultivation potential needed just kids who have passions but no way to enjoy them in their current situations.

This would also mean so much less outsourcing for the peak, much easier to work in house if it can be set up correctly.

Do the An Ding kids still get pushed around and shit on by other peaks, yeah for sure none of those peaks ever appreciate all the work An Ding does. But these kids are fine anyways because as soon as they get back on An Ding their solid, their doing what they enjoy and what they're good at. Who cares if some buff bai zhan kid teases them for being An Ding, they get to go to woodshop after this and the hall master is teaching embellishments and decor carving!

(one of the req. Classes would be a year long 'how to deal with Bai Zhan' training)

OH MAN OHHHH MAN I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH??? OHHHHH THIS IS GOOD YES YES A THOUSAND PERCENT

Qinghua running the peak that has each category to specialize in is great. They handle literally everything for course they need more man power and of COURSE THEY NEED PEOPLE TO LEARN SOME THINGS THAT ARE VERY SPECIFIC INSTEAD OF A THOUSAND THINGS AT ONCE ohhh OH I love the does that he takes in just anyone

I wonder if he takes in whoever doesn't make it from the other peaks. "Trust me you don't want to be at Bai Zhan peak. You actually get to do what you like here" also I feel like there has to be a group that does the heavy lifting from all the stuff they get so there IS a group that are ready to fight anyone who picks on the other An Ding kids

This means An Ding must have the most disciples of course its HUGE, imagine if he doesn't tell the other peak lords

He's just like "fuck it what are they going to do? Tell me I can't when efficiency has SKYROCKETED AFTER MY SYSTEM!"

Yes YES i would read a fic with this premise so FAST I absolutely love this idea

Wonder what the whole "campus" of kids think when Mobei Jun starts popping in randomly

#svsss #shang qinghua #sorry responses to asks are slow ive had a LOT happen #bUT GODDD I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH IM SHAKING WITH HOW GOOD IT IS #CAMPUS AN DING EVERYONES HAPPY AND HES HELPING ALL THE KIDS THAT DIDNT HAVE A CHANCE GODDD #perfect #anon im obsessed with this #going to be in bed thinking about all the possibilities #nib text #ask

[drdemonprince]

don’t know if this is relevant to your ask box, but I thought you might find it interesting.

I’m a 20 yr old trans man who’s just started an ongoing thing with a new Dom, who is over twice my age. I’m currently finishing up my second year at uni, and he’s, you guessed it, also the, uh…. academic sort.

He’s a busy guy so obviously we can only meet up every once and a while, but we text almost every day. From the beginning he was always curious about my school endeavours, but recently it’s become more of a thing.

He won’t let us meet until certain assignments are done. He’s flexible and understanding, like any good dom, but holy shit this man had me at a cafe for ten hours on 40mg of vyvanse writing my final essay like my life depended on it. I didn’t even know who I was, motivated by the pure need to please and, quite frankly, desperate desire to be absolutely taken and used. This man has “cured” my ADHD (not really, but damn well is he fucking helping it).

I think the point I’m getting at here it that I can’t believe it took the motivation of my D/s relationship to get me to get shit done. Like, I’m done DAYS before the deadline for things I usually would have left last minute. I’ve been honest with my struggles with motivation and difficulties taking care of myself, and he is genuinely invested in my well-being so I know it all comes from a place of care and respect.

At the moment I’m working on my final short film for a class, and he told me to make a list of all the foley sounds I thought would help drive the narrative (he knows I love making lists, it’s also the autism), and as probably one of the best rewards for my good behaviour, he shared with me a collection of audio files (he dabbles in audio mixing) that were relevant to the list I shared. Can you believe this??!!

All these studentxprof fics are getting it wrong. Sometimes nothing comes between a teacher’s genuinely investment in student learning (if they enjoy what they do, like he does) and that is absolutely true in this case. Absolutely unbelievable this is my life right now. Would love to hear your thoughts on this!

This sounds so fucking sweet and HOT anon! I'm so glad you're having an exciting time with an older dom who cares about you and helps you meet your goals! And the phrasing of this guy making you write for hours on vyvanse is especially titilating...making it sound like an intox scene omg drool

ADHDers are generally very socially motivated, which is not rare for human beings at all. It makes sense that having the external structure that an outside observe can provide and the sense that your actions actually matter to other people and that people care about you would help facilitate you focusing on shit and getting organized! Not to mention how much fuckin easier it is to perform any kind of household task or bit of drudgery once it becomes sexual service. Shit gives boring regular life a charge of excitement, and the abdication of power gives you the discipline to actually follow through, because you're not the only one on the hook for everything and that's less scary!

I have nothing much more to say other than this rules and I hope you keep having a fun time!

[suzukiblu]

Further adventures in "kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit" for @twird96.

"You did good with that guy who wrecked the street," Tim says, putting on Smiling Normal Civilian Face #2, which is a little more reserved than #4. Superboy turns red again.

"Technically I also wrecked the street," he says, looking embarrassed.

"It was already a wreck when you got there," Tim snorts. Property doesn't mean shit next to people. "And this way nobody died or got hurt too bad."

"You helped with that part," Superboy says, still red-faced. "Made it a lot easier to keep everybody safe with somebody who was thinking straight about getting them all out of the way, like I said. It's hard to, uh–concentrate on that many at once, you know?"

"Keeping track of where all the civilians are has to be a pain in a fight," Tim agrees, though he tries to make it sound more like he's following Superboy's logic than already fully aware of the vitality of situational awareness from his own vigilante gig. Superboy blinks, cocking his head.

"Oh–no, that part's easy," he says. "I can feel everybody. It's just, uh . . . actively spreading my TTK out that much? I gotta concentrate a lot harder. So it's just way easier when nobody's in the line of fire."

Tim . . . pauses. Tilts his head. He is, technically, aware of how Superboy's tactile telekinesis works, but that sounded like . . .

"Sorry," he says. "You had everybody there in your TTK field?"

"Mostly," Superboy says. "Like I said, it's hard to concentrate on that many people, especially if they're running around in a panic."

"Why would you split your focus like that?" Tim asks, a little mystified. Though he guesses this explains how Superboy noticed what he was doing without ever actually looking at him, come to think. "Doesn't it weaken your powers?"

"Well, yeah, but that dude was blowing up the whole street, man," Superboy says, making a face. "Somebody could've gotten shrapneled or something."

It occurs to Tim, slowly, that the amount of injured civilians really wasn't as high as it should've been, and in fact most of the injuries he did see had most likely been caused in the initial attack. So that means . . .

Oh.

. . . huh.

"Huh," he says. "I didn't realize that was something you could do."

"I try not to advertise it," Superboy says sheepishly. "So, uh, bad guys won't start going after civilians harder when I'm fighting 'em. Or pick crowded areas to pick fights in."

"I was under the impression that you advertised most of what your powers can do," Tim says wryly, though again, he did get that impression from stolen files and cheap magazines.

"Well, yeah," Superboy says with an awkward shrug. "Otherwise people don't think I'm doing anything. Like, that I'm just punching stuff or whatever. Uh, so–how long are you in town for, then?"

"Just for the day," Tim says while making further mental re-evaluations of his soulmate. And it's an admittedly terrible cover, but–"I'm flying back to Gotham on a redeye. I just dropped in to get some time to myself, but I've got school on Monday and a paper to write for it. You know how it is."

"Not so much, man, I don't do that," Superboy says, and Tim . . . pauses, again.

"You don't . . . what, go to school?" he asks.

"Naw," Superboy says. "On account of supervillains attack it when I do."

"So you're home-schooled?" Tim assumes, trying not to cringe at the idea of Rex Leech teaching Superboy math or economics or anything even vaguely in that wheelhouse. That cannot possibly end well.

"Naw," Superboy repeats with another shrug. "Got superhero shit to do. And also, like, brand deals to do. Not really my thing anyway."

. . . Tim is reminded, again, that Superboy is not in fact legally a person and is therefore not in any way protected by labor laws, and Rex Leech and every single dodgy opportunist he's been selling Superboy's likeness to probably knows that. Not even the laws intended for civilians or metahumans or minors or animals would apply, in fact.

Fuck.

The next six months of this kidnapping plot are going to be an agonizing wait, Tim's already realizing.

Fuuuuuck.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #dc robin #superboy #rinfic #twird96 #wip: kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit

[beauleifu]

Hello! Can you write a oneshot or a headcanon (platonic, ofc) about Macaque with a reserved but also very outgoing child? (like those kids that are calm and reserved but if you mention something they really like they just go off and start rambling all happy and excited)

I had this idea in my head for a little while, I think it'd be really funny and wholesome if he just appeared at Pigsy's Noodles w/ his child and everyone's like "wh- YOU'RE A DAD??? WHEN??? HOW????" and he just watches with that Tired Parent Look™ as his kid stares directly at MK and goes "YOU'RE THAT MONKIE GUY ON THE TV!!!"

Sorry for any errors! English is not my first language, I apologize for the long text aswell, I'm just an absolute sap for the "tired but loving dad" trope also you can totally delete my ask or skip it if you don't want to write it!! Thank you either way, your writing is wonderful :) !

All right! *cracks fingers, snaps neck- whoops-*

You got it anon! Sorry for not answering this ask sooner, I realized headcanons are easier to write than an actual oneshot considering the limited time I have to write nowadays. But I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the ask! <333

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MACAQUE X CHILD!READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Long ago, a wise old monkey had taken you under his wing, to train you and teach you the ways- okay, let's save the theatrics for later, that's Macaque's thing. Your father figure. Honestly, he's growing on you, and it's starting to show now that people are pointing it out.

TW: None!

HEADCANNONS

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Macaque doesn't normally take you somewhere where conflict is bound to arise. He'd prefer someplace more peaceful, like a park/museum/theater. Unless, of course, he's in the mood for adventure and will literally take you skydiving without a permit.

Totally the irresponsible dad. He's protective as FUCK, let's make that clear, but in the end he trusts you to take care of yourself

perhaps a bit too much, and even you think that

He'll encourage you to pet that snake

He'll give you the thumbs up if you wanted to climb to the top of the weather tower during a thunderstorm

Like "Go get 'em, (Y/N)! Make your father proud!"

With such a dramatic character when it comes to encouraging you, Macaque will become insanely tired. He'll be snoring on the couch and won't wake up even if you stacked all the furniture in the house on his back

Speaking of the house, he and you live far away from any danger

This guy didn't know jack shit about being a dad at first (you kind of hat to teach him, oh how the turns have tabled) But once he understood the basics, he took the reins, eager to impress you and earn your respect. Macaque isn't usually a sucker for developing any relationship with Earthly figures, but you were the only exception. He'd lay awake at night thinking if he's making the right choice, then slapping himself for even considering abandoning you. You are too precious.

Which is why he's totally, utterly wrapped around your little finger

So when you ask to get take-out at Pigsy's Noodles, it doesn't take much effort to sway his stoic resolve

"Dad. Pops. Papa. Father of mine," you say, grabbing his face, looking a lot older than you actually are. "Please!"

Since Macaque can't turn his face to the side (squished as it is), he sighs dramatically and closes his eyes. You catch the faint, irritated twitch of his tail, but that's about the only hint of Fed-Up Parent you can detect.

"(Y/N), Megapolis is miles away."

"You have shadow magic!"

"You can't just abuse my powers, especially now that you've decided to abuse yours," he grunts, albeit grinning at you. He' loosing.

Triumph fills your chest. "I can handle it! Uncle Pigsy would love to see me!"

"Uncle!?" Macaque splutters, finally escaping your grip. Shocked eyes blink down at you. "Sweetheart, you haven't even met Pigsy, you've only seen him from afar."

You blink up, flaunting those devil-may-care puppy eyes.

Oh, he hates it when you do that.

"Puh-lease! I'll do anything! i'll scratch your back! Do my chores before games! I-I'll stay out of your secret stash of peaches!" You gasp, flopping down on the soft carpet lining the floor. You consider the intricate pattern for a moment, then mutter under your breath; "Even though you said you hate those. . . ."

Macaque fixes you with a stern look. "You know about that, huh?"

"Mayyybe."

Like I said, not that much effort. The guy may be invulnerable to harm at best, but his immortality falls short under your tactics. Persuasive skills that he taught you to use.

Sucks how plans backfire, huh?

When you two do get to the shop, however, Macaque goes into full parent-mode

He doesn't care if you think it's uncool, you're holding his hand and that's that. He'd get you one of those child harnesses but thank the stars you'd convinced him you're worth more than such a humiliating child-control device.

So in you go, holding hands, Macaque glaring at anyone who spares you a curious glance.

When Macaque sees who's at the counter, he almost does a 180 out of there

It's MK.

Of all people.

He hasn't seen the two of you yet, though. You feel Macaque's paw tighten over your small, nimble fingers, and you can't help but squeeze back in return, asking a silent question.

It's times like these where you don't know what to do. You're still a child, even if this was your idea.

But then you spot who's at the counter

and At the same time, Pigsy comes 'round the corner with a giant tray of noodles- fit for the exact number of people surrounding the Monkie Kid. Suddenly, Macaque realizes who all is there.

This guy

Parent-Panic-Pro

The literal Monkey King is the first to turn head, eyes landing on Macaque first. You can tell instantly his fight-or-flight response just kicked in; shoulders tensing, teeth baring, eyes widening (oh yes, typical ex behavior- HAHA)

Then, all heads are turning.

And Monkey King's eyes land on you

Macaque steps in front of you, form tense and on high alert. "Heyyyy," he says, awkwardly.

The Monkey King tilts his head, perhaps confused as to why his old friend is protecting a little kid. Then he realizes. Poor guy connects the dots, lets out an unholy gasp of astonishment, and points and the both of you

"YOU. YOU- AND THEM- MACISTHATYOURKID-"

Pandemonium.

At least, in the most gentle context. MK and his friends do a double take, the Monkey King is gaping and trying to figure out who could ever love Macaque to result in this- and your dad just completely gives up. He gives you this look, like 'see why I was against bringing you here'

And you know. And your eyes say sorry, that you'll make it up to him later

Typical silent father/child communicating

(you guys are really good at that, communicating through your eyes or expressions. it helps in crowds)

That is, until your eyes fall on MK and realize for the first time that he's actually there

And Macaque's face falls into an impossibly disappointed facade (really, he's happy you're socializing) as you let go of his hand and prance right up to MK, eyes literal stars.

Thank goodness for MK, for he's kind and patient enough to let you blabble and gush on about how cool he is and how you've stayed up to date on the latest chaos he's incited (poor dude looks a bit downcast at that)

Funny how you went to such a well-behaved, shy kid to an energetic hyper-fixated gremlin in two seconds

All the while, Pigsy is listening, Monkey King corners Macaque and quietly demands answers (the two of them talk in the background for awhile as you socialize)

Noodles are served

There's just so many people in Pigsy's Noodles that the owner himself couldn't keep track of who ordered what, so everyone just got the same thing- and lots of it

In the end, you're all sitting down at the table (everyone had worked together to gather as many spare tables/chairs as possible to sit together at one huge-ass table)

You insisted you sit with Mei and MK in order to interrogate them about their adventures

OF course, you mean well, and they know that. And Macaque never pulls you aside because he likes seeing you like this, it makes him happy knowing you're indulging in the things you love, and he deosn't have the heart to tell you it's almost time to go home.

So you stay there for awhile, chatting with Mk and his friends

You get to know Pigsy (he doesn't mind being called your uncle, said at this point he's practically everyone's uncle or dad)

But alas

You're bit a child

And towards the end of the night, aftter everyone is stuffed full of noodles, you're conked out in your chair, slumped and snoring softly, eyes fluttering from dreaming

Everyone glances at you, how fucking adorable you are

Macaque straightens, clears his throat, says it's time for him to leave

Sun Wukong stops him for a moment, just to say

"Keep them safe, Mac."

Of course, like the #1 Dad he is, Macaque snorts. "I think I know more about raising a kid than you do, Wukong. I'll . . . see you out there."

Then he picks you up, carefully, so you stay sleeping, and walks out

but not before turning around to thank everyone for dinner

For once, they offer smiles (some are weaker and less meaningful than others, but props for trying. Macaque is kinda responsible for a lot of pain in their lives, anyways)

You don't register any of it, too full of noodles and new information regarding your idols

Macaque knows he'll never hear the end of it

Perhaps that's a good thing, considering the fond smile on his face as he gently carries you home, lays you in bed, and pulls the covers over your snoring form. He eagerly awaits the morning to which you'll wake him up excitedly ranting about tonight, about how you want to do it again

And he's wrapped around your little finger, so if course he'll listen to you

this guy would move the world for you

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #macaque x child!reader #macaque x reader #macaque lmk #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #headcanons #child reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk mk #lmk mei #UNCLE PIGSY #GUYS PLEASE HEAR ME OUT #wholesome but tired Macaque check #tired parent tm oml i love that #ask #thanks for the ask! #lmk oneshot

[luvrbug]

Hello Harley, I can officially say I fell in love with your writing… I was wondering if I could make a request 👉👈

Basically Law, Kidd, Smoker, and Law with an S/O who’s a menace to society. I’m talking full on crackhead energy. If that’s okay

this is SUCH a good combo for all of them... im so excited to write this !! also, for some reason, my dividers look REALLY janky on mobile, so i had to shorten them a little ...

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Kidd

THE BEST DUO . EVER !!!!!!!! Kidd likes to FUCK SHIT UP ! and when his partner is just as destructive and wild as he is ???? its a match made in hell heaven.

Burning navy bases for fun, roasting marshmallows with the fires of a burning town... normal, cute date stuff, y'know!

Kidd loves to have someone to match his energy. Sure, someone to calm him down would work too- but someone who is actually on his level??? It sparks his competitive nature.

Little competitions spark over "who can punt a navy soldier farther" "who can get the BEST gift for [holiday]" keep things livley.

Killer ... has his hands full, to say the least.

Law + Smoker are under the cut!

Law

please.. dont give Law something else to stress about. Please. Poor guy has ANOTHER luffy on his hands???? He won't survive.

Jokes aside, Its good Law has someone to balance out his Serious, calculated nature. Everyone needs to let loose!!

Some conflict may arise because he thinks you're being TOO careless. He's a mother hen when it comes to the people he loves and no matter how powerful you are he's still going to worry about you :[.

Law just wants you to be safe. He couldn't live with himself if another person he put his entire heart and soul into dies.

Smoker

In a SBS Oda talks about Smoker being .. a really wild kid/recruit that didn't listen, almost got discharged multiple times, etc. So the life of constantly throwing yourself into dangerous situations with zero regard for anything isn't exactly new to him.

He won't indulge you, but won't explicitly tell you "no" if you want to go and do something chaotic and destructive. He tries to keep you out of TOO much trouble, but you play by your own rules.

If youre a pirate, Smoker probably knew + loved you in his younger days. Maybe some mid-battle flirting and star-crossed lovers moments that cause some conflict... But i definitely see him having an easier time with a fellow captian/etc thats just.... a little more destructive than average.

Tashigi is not pleased when she has to keep two navy captians from completely wrecking a town.

#one piece fluff #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece x you #one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #eustass kidd x reader #kidd x reader #smoker x reader #smoker x you

[meganwritesfanfics]

Clandestine Meetings (Joel Miller x Reader) Chapter 1

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Joel Miller x Reader

Joel's life has been filled with darkness and despair. For years it has felt as though his life had been drained of all color. He never dreamed that he would find anything to change that. That is until one day he finds a girl who becomes his rainbow.

Word Count: 1552

Rating M: For later chapter. Right now it's just a meet-cute. Some angst from Joel, but kind of fluffy.

Honestly, I didn't expect to be making this series. I had planned a one-shot around the idea of this reader character. But when I started to write a small background scene, I realized how great of a series this could make. I have ideas of where I would like this to go, and I would love to hear your feedback and ideas, but I am very excited to get this started.

It had been a few months since Joel, Tommy, and Tess had found themselves inside the Boston QZ and Joel felt as if he was going stir-crazy. After years of roaming, it felt weird to be trapped behind walls, and to be trapped with the F.E.D.R.A officers was even worse. But things had changed, Tommy had changed. And Joel could see the wear of the years, and what the years had brought, on Tommy. 

Not only that but Joel needed a change. He still knew that he would do anything to protect his brother, and now Tess. But having done horrible and despicable things to keep them safe, he needed somewhere that wouldn’t require him to destroy his own soul to do that. Plus it had also been years since he slept in an actual bed, even if it was just the shitty mattress that F.E.D.R.A had given them. 

And while the work that F.E.D.R.A required it’s “citizens” to participate in was back breaking, demeaning, and horrific. Some days Joel didn’t mind it. It gave him something to do, distracted his mind, kept his hands busy. Not to mention it gave him many chances to meet knew “clients,” for his and Tess’ business. 

Almost instantly when they had arrived Joel and Tess had started smuggling. It brought in a good income, plus they could trade for some otherwise impossible items from F.E.D.R.A. officiers. Plus Joel liked having some power over F.E.D.R.A officers, it made it easier to get out of scrapes, when his clients knew that if anything happen to him or Tess they would lose their suppliers. 

But as the days, weeks, and months dragged on life seemed to fade into monotony. His life had already lost it’s color and light when he lost Sarah, but now it seemed to descend to a sad, depressing grayscale. 

That was until he saw her. 

He hadn’t even noticed her at first. Joel had been so tuned out to the world around him as he moved the bodies, he didn’t even see as the workers around him began to wander away. He just kept picking the bodies up from the truck, and dropping them in the fire. It was probably one of the worst jobs F.E.D.R.A had, but it paid and not many people chose it, so it meant that there were always slots open. 

Suddenly he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned and his whole world stopped when he saw her. Joel wasn’t what you would call a romantic by any means, and after the shit he had been through, love or anything close to it had never even crossed his mind. But when he saw her, for a moment he felt his heart skip a beat. He felt as though his whole world was Kansas at the beginning of the Wizard of Oz, and this girl was his Oz. She beamed, even with all of the destruction around her, she gave off a feeling of comfort and warmth. 

And there she was, standing around the workers, pouring out jugs of water into small tin cups. He could see beside her was a small wagon filled with even more jugs. He was taken aback by the act of kindness. Immediately his first thought was ‘what could she possibly be benefiting from this.’ Because of course no one in this world could act with genuine kindness their had to be a catch. 

There was something about her though, for however much Joel’s heart ached at the sight of her, Joel’s mind hated her. How dare someone look so perfect, and happy with everything going on in the world. How dare she stir something inside of him that he never wanted to feel. How dare someone like her exist in this cruel and unforgiving world. 

From that moment, Joel swore to himself that he would avoid her at any cost. Any time she came around with her cart of water, or even when she brought around food, he would hide in the shadows, or just walk off the job entirely, not even caring if he didn’t get paid. She made him feel something, something that terrified him, and Joel had vowed a long time ago to never let anything make him feel like that ever again. 

But even with his hiding and running away, that didn’t mean he didn’t steal glances at her every time he had the chance. And the more jobs he took in town the more he saw her. He even tried taking jobs at early and late shifts, and yet she still was there. It seemed the harder the job, the more often she would show up throughout the day. And she wasn’t just there to pass out the water and food. Sometimes she would just show up for a moment of conversation. Joel would watch her as she talked with people, laughing with them, crying with them, pulling them into her arms for a comforting embrace. 

And people would flock to her when they saw her, but not Joel. He still kept waiting for an explanation, some sort of answer as to why she was doing what she was. And he thought he had found it, when he saw her one day walking hand in hand down the street with a F.E.D.R.A officer, one of Joel’s best clients. 

“That’s it,” Joel thought. “She must be pretending to gain people’s trust so she can sell them out to her F.E.D.R.A husband.” He had clocked the wedding ring on her finger early on. This was the only logical explanation he could come up with. Joel knew he had to keep an eye out for her, and make sure she never got close to him. And yet, he never told Tess or Tommy about her. The girl could be a threat to his buisness and lord knew Tommy was getting himself mixed in with a dangerous crowd. Even knowing this, he couldn’t bring himself to mention her. 

All of that changed, one day he was working on street cleaning duty, it was the middle of summer and the heat was unbearable. Already three members of the crew had dropped and had to be carted away to a F.E.D.R.A hospital for heat exhaustion. And it must have been the heat that caused Joel not to be on his a game, and on the hunt for the girl. Because the next thing he knew he heard a beautiful voice behind him say

“Sir,” 

He immediately turned and saw her y/e/c staring at him. There was a small smile on her face as she held out her hand which held a cup of water. 

“Would you like some water?” She said and again the sound of her voice ripped through Joel and he almost shivered at the sound. 

This was the first time she had ever approached him, of course, it wasn’t like he had ever given her a chance to. And in all the times he thought about her, and planned out what he would do if this happened, he never knew how he would feel when it did. He felt like he was a teenage boy again, with a crush on the most popular girl in school. And all he wanted to do was fall at her feet and worship the ground he walked on. 

“It is a very hot day, and I’m sure some water would do you good.” She piped up again. 

Joel just grunted as he reached out and took the water from her. He immediately averted his gaze on her as he took a drink. Not even truly realizing how dehydrated he was until he could feel the cool liquid coat his dry throat. Without looking at her again he handed her back the cup. 

“Thank you.” She said and stopped and immediately looked at her. 

“For what?” He snapped.

“I know these jobs aren’t easy, and I know you aren’t treated the way you all should be. So thank you.” She smiled, and she sounded entirely sincere. 

For a moment Joel thought she must be an insanely good actress, but the more he looked into her warm and comforting gaze, he realized that she actually meant it. And maybe for the first time in years, hell a decade, he had met someone who was genuinely good. 

“I’m Y/N.” She extended her hand out towards him 

“Joel,” He responded back as he took her hand, the feeling of their skin touching felt electric. 

And before he had a chance to say anything else, other workers had come up to her begging for food and water. With a chance at escape, Joel slipped away heading back into the street and back to work, but not before stealing one last look back at Y/N. To his surprise he found her look at him, and when their eyes met, Y/N smiled as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and she quickly went back to looking at the people around her. 

“I’m fucked.” Joel thought.

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#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #grumpy x sunshine #tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut

[triple-starsss]

(sits on the floor and smiles joyously) hiii literally all ive been thinking about is this au hehe <333 been thinkin about the three hogs as rommates,,what do u think their dynamic would be n stuff? (as pairs or as a full trio, etc?) suuuper duper in love with everything youve been doing here btw GRAAHHH <sorry the demon escaped

THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED ABDSJDF i rambled alot B]. ALSO RAGHH THANK YOU!! kicking my feet and twirling my hair it genuinely makes me so happy knowing people love my silly, little, super self indulgent au <3

okay so i’ll start by saying Eggman pretty much just threw them into their apartment and told em “BOND”. Initially, they were a little awkward with one another and Sonic could NOT stand it, he was doing everything in his power to make this getting to know each other process QUICK. Silver was definitely the easier one to talk to out of the two, Shadow would often just give either of them a look (trust he wanted to say something but he’s socially awkward and REALLY isn’t used to talking to new people).

They start warming up to each other during their first song writing session, that’s when they find out they all listen to really similar music and start having a super clear idea of what they want the band to be. They end up finding out they all have A LOT more in common than they thought (none grew up with their birth parents, queer, then there's the obvious ones like all hedgehogs, names start with S, musicians ETC ETC ABSKDHD) they start wondering whether Eggman did this on purpose for some super intricate branding scheme (it was just coincidence).

ACTUAL DYNAMIC STUFF NOW ABSDJDF!! overall they LOVE to tease each other and argue over petty things (enrichment for them, also just a little homage to them being rivals in canon). Chaos is to be expected considering they have such distinct personalities and being 3 guys in their early to mid 20s living together. They do care for each other though, they admire one another's talents and tend fill in for each other's short comings when they need to (not without pointing it out first of course).

TL;DR they argue and act like siblings over the dumbest shit but they care for each other despite that!!!!

i might go into a little more depth with their pair dynamics some other time since there's some fun little things i wanna draw to accompany it BUT FOR NOW </33 THIS'LL DO

#this is definitely not a found family situation though ABDSDJ #i really wanna home in on their friendship with this au. and i like to think their differences is what brings em closer #triple s is secretly my little pony friendship is magic #Triple☆S #T☆S TXT #asks

[waitmyturtles]

I have super little time to write the kind of extensive meta that I want to to CELEBRATE this FABULOUS episode 8 of Be My Favorite, so here’s more of a stream of consciousness edit of the notes I took during the episode, and prayers up that they all make sense as a whole.

This episode to me was about the start of Kawi EMBRACING THE PRESENT. To live with ACCOUNTABILITY AND RESPONSIBILITY. I really loved the recap at the end of 1/1, before Kawi holds the crystal ball. Kawi’s reflecting and getting a BETTER, MORE OBJECTIVE overview of the impact of changing the future, and how much his power can ACTUALLY change things.

He gave the diary to Pisaeng so that Pisaeng could understand if things were changing in Pisaeng’s life without context. In other words: he is beginning to take responsibility for someone else’s feelings.

Kawi is beginning to recognize that his INTENTIONAL decisions in the PRESENT MOMENT will be the determinant to a future that’s... happier? Or at least -- a future that will, hopefully, include some, if not all, of the people he loves. 

AND: he’s learning that if you live your present life WITH that intention -- then THAT is the main control that a human has to determining one’s happiness.

He learns that he cannot change the future in an ABSOLUTE -- his father will still die. It’s an important lesson. He cannot predict every single turn a human can take and guarantee a great outcome. 

I absolutely love the reflection on not running away. Pisaeng tells his mother he doesn’t want to leave Thailand. Pisaeng’s mom wants him to live overseas to live an “easier” life. But we then get the comparative reflection of Kawi and Max at the wonderful LGBTQ+ event, where we hear that running away just -- doesn’t work.

Max is the guy -- the guy for Kawi and Pisaeng that’s rooted in a very present world. The guy that can really see through both of them, understand their internal shifts and discomforts, and diagnose what Kawi and Pisaeng each have been struggling with. And, so beautifully -- Max gives Kawi his flowers for just being a good friend. In the present.

Dudes, I never, ever shy away from a story that focuses on accountability and responsibility. It’s tough human shit, tough behavioral shit. When characters learn how to hold themselves accountable, and we see that process -- Kawi, Khai, Frame, Phupha at the end of Our Skyy 2, Nozue, even Fuse (holy shit), etc. -- the guys who will GO THROUGH a very TOUGH and HUMAN process of holding themselves PAINFULLY RESPONSIBLE to change on behalf of someone else -- it is just GOOD ART when it is DONE WELL.

I am sure I will unwind more as I get through my day, but wanted to note these awesome, predictive easter eggs. This show is telling its story in so many ways -- through the philosophical references we saw earlier in the series, and today, through shirts! (Yo, @grapejuicegay, we’re always looking for BBS connections, right? SHIRTS!)

MATCHING COUPLES SHIRTS! THEY’RE A COUPLE, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS IN THE PRESENT OR ALL THE FUTURES.

KAWI WEARING A DUDES SHIRT! HE’S GONNA LIKE GUYS!

LOL. I WANNA WEAR A SHIRT THAT SAYS “DUDES.” Let me get my message across AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLY -- I LIKE DUDES, I’M GONNA LIKE DUDES. 

FUCK THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD! More soon. Our boy Kawi is growing up. Krist and Gawin are EATING. THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD!

(ccing @dribs-and-drabbles​ @lurkingshan @chickenstrangers -- I got to watch this earlier than expected, yay!)

#be my favorite #be my favorite meta #be my favourite #be my favourite meta #i love using the non-american spelling of favourite it makes me feel fancy hahaha #not like a dumb american LOL #krist perawat #gawin caskey #kristgawin #kawi x pisaeng #pisaeng x kawi

[olderthannetfic]

I recently experienced something that previously I had only heard about happening. Namely, antis going after the people who kudos'd or publicly bookmarked a fic of mine. I have my fic archive locked, so only logged-in users can comment, and I also have Anon Asks turned off for my Tumblr.

These little shits are too cowardly to come after me with their names signed to it, so they went after easier targets: people who didn't even write the thing they find so offensive.

But what they don't get is that this just makes people less likely to comment or publicly bookmark. I still got the same number of hits. I still kept all of my subs. The bookmarks stayed pretty much the same, just more of them were private bookmarks instead of public.

--

Oh, they get it. It's not about actually restricting access: it's about power and shame and fear.

[aromanticannibal]

Present Mic headcanons! he lives in my head :D (edited as of Nov. 2023)

He's powerfully homosexual he loves men SO much.

He's demiromantic! He's only ever been in love with Oboro and Shouta

He's so fucking tall. And he wears platforms. And his hair is. It's his hair

So many freckles. He has red head skin, pale with so many freckles

Part American on his mother's side, his parents are divorced and the mom lives in the US

Heterochromia Mic my beloved. One green eye one red eye, they're so damn bright too. He makes heterochromia jokes with Shouto.

Fashion wise, he's a very strange mix between a punk, an English teacher (as in, language teacher, not literature teacher) and this one guy who's shirtless and wearing rainbow makeup and glitter at Pride.

He's so blind without his glasses, it's terrible. He's also deaf because of his quirk

For these reasons, he uses his platform as a popular hero and radio personality to talk about disabled people and stuff. He also talks about queerphobia issues and quirk discrimination, though he tends to focus more on blatant differences like Shouji or Tokoyami type of quirk.

When the main kids are in third year, they start being surprise guests on his show and talk about other issues with him (and just fun stuff as well). The first one to participate is of course, hero nerd Midoriya.

Hizashi and Shouta have what the experts call a weird ass relationship. For the longest time, they just lived together without really dating but being completely aware they were in love with each other. One day Shouta told Hizashi it would be easier if they were married for like tax purposes and stuff. So everyone thought they were getting married platonically but they organized a wedding and stuff. Midnight was the maid of honor and Shouta's cat was the best man (his name is Bastard). A couple of heroes they're friends with and trust were invited (Tensei, Yagi - though Shouta was reluctant - 13...) as well as some vigilantes Shouta's friends with, and after a lot of begging, 1-A students (they had to sign a contract that said they couldn't tell anyone about the wedding or take pictures). It was cheesy as possible, completely normal wedding, but after it happened, Shouta and Hizashi never acknowledged it again. Kaminari is wondering if he hallucinated them kissing and slow-dancing together. They also kept the same last name. The only thing that changed is that they're more affectionate in private, and that they call each other their husband.

An Hizashi themed clickbait article would probably be "PRESENT MIC'S HUSBAND'S IDENTITY REVEALED????"

Hizashi sometimes says he has a husband in passing and everyone clinged onto this fact and is desperately trying to find out who the husband is. Midoriya is incredibly happy to know he has hero knowledge only a few select people are aware of.

Going back to Hizashi specific stuff, the man has some powerful ADHD (Shouta is autistic, they're the ADHD autism couple) but he very strangely knows how to deal with it. He knows how he functions so he does really weird stuff sometimes or does things in an allegedly inefficient way because it'll ultimately will make him do more stuff

He also has the new hobby every month disease, except he actually learns a lot and his hobbies kind of rotate, so he's very good at very random stuff. For exemple : embroidery (but he can't sew for shit), a shit ton of instruments (but not the drums), he knows a lot about cats (this fixation was started by Shouta's own special interest in cats), he knows how color theory works (somehow), he's very good at cutting or dying hair, etc.

In high school he had to make an essay about quirk laws but he was uninspired so he desperately tried for a week to make himself fixate on quirk laws, finally writing his essay five hours before the deadline. The consequence of this was an hyperfixation on quirk and hero laws a month later, which plagued him for an entire month more. He therefore knows a lot about laws.

He had an emo phase in middle school. I know it, Horikoshi told me

Hizashi becomes incredibly irritable when it's raining or storming, similar to how Shouta becomes quiet and distant in that weather.

He has a lot of piercings but only where people can't see. Where that ends up being is your choice, I have my own ideas :)

He actually has anger issues, similar to Bakugou, but is way better at handling them. This, in addition to them both being deaf/partially deaf, should have made them somewhat close, but Hizashi actually really dislikes Bakugou.

He has favorites, and unlike Shouta, he very much says who his favorites are. (Uraraka, Kaminari, Shinsou, Jirou and Kouda. He also likes Todoroki but not as much as the other faves) He definitely gets merch of them once it's available (and creates Shinsou merch for him and Shouta, like how he made Eraserhead merch)

Because this is still my blog here's a point about Shimsou, my son the light of my world : Hizashi takes a liking to the kid immediately because of how much he looks like Shouta. He also likes his sarcasm and smartass attitude, he thinks it's adorable (which Shinsou evidently hates). While Shouta won't adopt Shinsou, they're still like father and son to each other, and Shinsou jokes by calling Hizashi his step-dad.

He's very protective of his friends and very good at noticing when something is bothering them.

HE CAN UNHINGE HIS JAW. His fans find it very hot (it's me, I'm his fans)

Everytime he tries to dress up nicely, he fails miserably (case on point : this). He's infamous for it.

He doesn't especially like small children, except for ONE small child and it's Eri. She's the light of his life he loves her so much.

After Shouta adopts her and Hizashi gets custody of her as well by default, he immediately starts researching how to be a good step-dad. Eri will for some reason start calling him her uncle, despite him being married to her dad, but Hizashi is fine with it, he loves just being a part of the little girl's life.

He's a KING at Just Dance and karaoke nights.

My hand is, for some mysterious reason, itchy. So this is the end of the post :D

Feel free to tell me about ur own headcanons whenever /gen

#hizashi yamada #present mic #erasermic #aizawa shota #aizawa shouta #mha #bnha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #sfw headcanons #funny #i hope #eri aizawa #long post #ciders mha hyperfixation

[fizziepopangel]

Hey! I really liked your helluva boss headcanons, they're very interesting and realistic! Do you have any for Stolas? 😀

I do actually have a few! Ask and you shall receive, my friend! I hope you enjoy😋

“Oh shit. Am I in danger right now?”

When he was young, the prince built little communities for the toads and frogs that he found within the garden sometimes. This is what sparked his joy for being in the garden and he still tries his best to make the palace garden comfortable for the small amphibians that he sometimes comes across there.

Despite being a powerful demon, Stolas hates horror movies because he scares far easier than he cares to admit.

He has bald spots from where he's pulled out his feathers during panic attacks or times of overwhelming stress but learned to hide them well over the years.

Stolas is easily excited by small things which can easily be seen through his daughter’s social media where she frequently posts pictures of her father reacting in childlike wonder to things most people wouldn’t think twice about.

Baby Stolas was bathed in a bird bath the same way babies are bathed in the sink sometimes when they're really small.

Sometimes Stolas will sleep with his old stuffed animal. It brought him comfort as a child and though he's a bit embarrassed to admit it to most people, it still brings him comfort after nightmares.

He understands his duties as a member of the Goetia family, but he always wanted to be an artist or botanist rather than a prince.

Stolas’ primary love language is physical touch which tends to make him a wonderful, affectionate partner and friend…. Unfortunately, the prince also experiences touch starvation quite easily.

The abuse he took from Stella worsened after she became pregnant with Octavia because she soon found he would give in to any demand she had if it meant keeping their daughter safe if she even acted as if she might threaten the child in some way. 

He suffers from migraines due to poor vision because he's struggled with focusing both sets of his eyes at once since he was a kid. His father never took him seriously and he was often teased by others about having one set of eyes closed to both help him focus on things and get rid of his migraines…. He still does this sometimes when he's alone because he's still afraid of being teased or seen as weak.

He has a deep appreciation for classical music, but he loves dancing around to trashy pop music more than he likes listening to the classics people are used to hearing him listen to.

Blitz can be quite rough with him in bed and despite enjoying it for the most part, he wants something more… sensual sometimes. He had hoped it would be after their date at Ozzie's.

He's put off teaching Via magic because he doesn't want her to grow up just yet but he's found that their magic lessons are often some of their best bonding activities and he learns much more than he thought he would about his daughter with each lesson they stumble through. 

The demon prince is still afraid of the dark. Only his daughter knows.

He uses his human form to attend pride parades in the human realm. He loves it and has made many human friends in the years he’s attended.

Stolas doesn’t use his full demon form very often because despite how well he hides it, it takes a lot of energy and it leaves him fairly exhausted.

Unbeknownst to everyone aside from Blitz, Stolas keeps a journal of poetry he writes.

Despite the fact that they are one of the lowest classes species in hell, Stolas doesn’t necessarily view imps in that manner because he sees himself as having been raised by them since he was raised more so by the imps who served his family than his parents.

He has a major sweet tooth and chocolate ice cream with whipped cream and cherries on top is his favorite sweet treat.

Stolas tends to his garden daily and has named each and every one of the plants he cares for.

#fizziepop thoughts #helluva headcanon #helluva boss #vivziepop #stolas goetia #helluva boss stolas #stolitz #helluva boss octavia #requested by anon #requested headcanons #stolas needs a hug #Yes stolas is one of my favorite characters

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Addicting Taste Chapter 6

Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and sunshine protector, comedic relief, slow burn, tooth-rotting fluff

Word count: 8.8k+

A/N: Chapter 6 is finally here! This one was a ride to write. There is a lot of back and forth between Enishi and Miyu's povs and I hope you enjoy the little details plastered around. This is the last fluffy chapter you're gonna get for a while as we venture more into things.

Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love the story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.

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You woke up fairly early. The clouds of dawn lighting up the dark blue of his room. The he in question was cuddled into the back of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your body as if the smallest gust of wind would make you fly away if he let go. Turning your head around you smiled at him, a pout sitting on his face as he looked deep in sleep. He definitely hasn't slept this peacefully in a while, judging by the relaxed crease between his eyebrows that were usually knitted in a frown.

A few strands of damp hair fell over his eyes and you brushed them away, careful not to wake him. After the steamy shower you took together, you sat and talked for the rest of the night. About him, about you, about the world. You debated all kinds of topics, from small things you appreciate about nature to the way the world is so quick to judge people. He sat with his head supported by his arm, listening to you speak your thoughts no matter how ridiculous they sounded.

Last night

"I feel like everyone's rushing to live their life so much that they forget to actually live it," you said gazing at the ceiling.

"Why do you think that?" he inquired.

"Well, look at us. We're hellbent on fulfilling our plans without stopping at nothing. Don't you feel like there's something more out there for us?"

"Like what?"

"Like having a real job that doesn't involve killing. Or taking the time to smell the roses. Or," you stopped as you turned to look at him. You would've said something stupid like love, if it wasn't for the shit eating grin on his face.

"Or what?"

"I'm gonna stop talking if you keep laughing at me," you said annoyed, a chuckle escaping him. Then he suddenly seemed to be in deep thought, your words rolling around in his head as he tried to make sense of them.

He knew where you were coming from. You don't get to enjoy simple things in the rush of seeing revenge be done. He knew how you felt because he felt it too. There were times where he would venture into the village to help out just to feel like he was doing something for himself. He enjoyed doing it because he was helping people out and it made him feel like there was more to life than avenging Tomoe. But the joy was always short lived. The moment he stepped back onto the mansion grounds, he would be bombarded with countless information on the missions he was working on. As much as he wanted things to be different, he needed to stay on the path he chose. He had a duty to his sister first and foremost.

Truth be told, he didn't know what to tell you. He wanted to agree with you and yell at the top of his lungs that he was a free man who could do anything he wanted. Instead, he blamed the universe for the mess he was in, and he blamed himself for not being able to get out of it because it was easier than trying to change things.

"You know that's... not for people like us," he breathed out, a tinge of disappointment present in his voice.

"But you want it to be, don't you?"

"I don't have the luxury to say that," he said flopping onto his back. "If I could go back in time, maybe I would do things differently. But there's no way of knowing that."

"There is," you said making his head turn to you. "Present you has the luxury to change things."

"But present you has a duty to past you, so future you can be happy," he added.

"It doesn't have to be a responsibility to fulfill that duty. You've got a life full of unforeseen circumstances ahead of you. Wouldn't you want to give present you a shot at enjoying it?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "But what I do know is that's enough philosophical thinking for today."

His arms circled around you to pull you closer, a familiar scent of bamboo and jasmine overtaking your senses.

“Can I go sleep in my own bed?”

“Nope.” He snuggled into you. “You’re sleeping here with me tonight.”

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You blushed at the memory. He was so easy to talk to which was weird considering how everyone else looks at him like he is the most intimidating person. But what he said stuck with you. He had a point. You had your own responsibility to find your parents, even if sometimes you just wanted to stop and do anything else but that. It was cowardly even feeling that way considering all you've done for the past decade was look for them in every hole of the earth. You owed it to yourself to see this through, just like he did with avenging his sister.

Your stomach grumbled bringing you out of your thoughts. You cursed at the fact that you had to sneak out of Enishi's room without waking him up. The hold he had on you tightened the more you moved. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the hand circled around your torso and lifted it up slowly only to see that it wouldn't budge. His fingers dug into your side, molding into the shape of your ribs. You huffed a breath, moving some hair away from your face. Trying the hand on your other side, you picked it up and tucked it against his side, successfully uncurling the other one as well. You slid off the bed as quietly as possible, feet touching the cold hardwood floors. Lifting up the duvet to cover him, you turned around to leave when a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Where are you going?" he said groggily, eyes still closed.

"I'm hungry," you whispered.

"Okay."

You wriggled your hand around as he wouldn't let go. He was sprawled across the side of the bed where you were just a few moments ago.

"Can you let go of my hand?"

"If you stay for five more minutes," he pulled on your hand to make you sit on edge of the bed. His head moved from the softness of his pillow to the plush of your thighs. You couldn't help the urge to rake your fingers through his hair. "I could get used to this," he mumbled sleepily, comforted by your massage that slowly lulled him back to sleep.

Little did you know, I could get used to this too.

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November was making its presence known, the last leaves falling on the ground creating warm coloured piles of maroon and yellow. Sitting down in a chair on the terrace, you admired the sunrise, the morning air crisp on your skin. Birds were chirping in the trees around the garden announcing the arrival of a new day.

It wasn't long until Enishi joined you at the table. He draped a blanket over your exposed shoulders and sat a cup of tea in front of you, taking a seat to your right with a cup of tea of his own. It was little acts of service like these that made you look at him in a different light.

It felt nice, being in each other's presence in the early hours of the morning after spending time talking until the late hours of the night. At the memory of the previous night you felt warmth race to your cheeks. You were trying to convince yourself that it was all in the spur of the moment. That it was a mutual need to release pent up frustration. For you, it was also a need to say what was on your heart.

There was one thing that confused you the more you thought about it, his words replaying in your head.

"You! You matter. You drive me up the fucking wall."

Those words echoed in your head so many times and you couldn't make anything of them. He delivered them to you like a hard wax stamp on a letter, so breathless and emotional. Like he cared, beyond the care he was currently showing you. Once again he broke you out of your thoughts that were becoming too much.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, voice still as husky as it was a few hours ago when he clung to you to make you come back to bed.

"I was thinking about the lack of clothes in my wardrobe," you say sipping on your tea. “I kind of got my only coat, my favorite corset and my really good quality blouse ruined last night.”

“About that. How does a shopping spree in the city sound like?”

“In broad daylight? While the commander in chief’s men are probably still looking for us?”

“You have a point,” he thought hand on his chin. “What if we get disguised?”

“Like what? Grandma and grandpa?” you laughed.

“That’s not entirely a bad idea.”

“Maybe that could work. But I have nothing else to wear out.”

“Come with me,” he stood up and got a hold of your wrist pulling you off your seat.

He brought you back to his room and sat you down on his bed going to his wardrobe in the corner of the room. He pried open the dark oak doors, clothes all but piling on the floor from the release. There was material flying around, seemingly being stuffed inside rather messily.

“You’re a clean freak. Why is your closet like that?”

“As you can see I wear the same clothes all the time because I’m lazy in just that one aspect.” You got off the bed and went to look through what stood intact on the hangers. “Most of them are made from expensive materials and they’re—“

“A nuisance to clean,” you continued for him holding onto a golden kimono that was probably worth more than any garment your parents ever made.

“This is really fine satin so I see your issue. Too bad it’s sitting in this wardrobe gathering dust,” you sighed as you smoothed a hand down the sleeve decorated in dragon motives.

“It doesn’t have to sit in there. You can wear it,” he said taking the hanger and shoving it to you.

“Really?”

“You know more about clothes than I do so if you like something it’s yours to wear,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I am moving in here,” you stated, sinking down to the floor to cuddle all the material to your chest. A memory of your childhood days spent in your parents’ atelier came to you as you sniffed the smell of fabric around you.

“Miyu, come out of hiding.”

Your mother was looking for you as you managed to hide away from her for a while. She was currently working on a dress for a really important customer that frequented the atelier. You were playing around in the material storage, going through all the different fabrics that hung off the shelves.

Lotus silk, golden satin and white cashmere popped out at you and you made a mental note to ask your mom if she could combine all of them into one. “The magic makers”, as your father called her hands, could design anything the clients asked, no matter how impossible their requests would sound. If the garment didn't exist she would create it from thin air, using only her inspiration. She never had a problem in delivering exactly what the clients wanted and you admired her hard work.

“I need a hand over here sweetheart,” called your father. You got up from your spot in the corner to make your way to the exit as you of the storage room. Your leg got tangled in the ribbons hanging off the corners of the shelves and you stumbled.

You fell to the floor, materials on the shelves on top of you. Your parents heard the ruckus and rushed over to see what happened only to see you laughing as ribbons got stuck in your hair. The only thing that could be seen among the sea of fabric was you small head. They wanted to scold you but they couldn’t help but laugh with you at the mess you caused.

You zoned out as you recalled the memory and the good days. Enishi saw you looked deep in thought as your face fell, the small trace of a tear making its way down your cheek. He knelt beside you on the floor and waved a hand in front of your face to make you snap out of it but it didn’t seem to work. He shook you by your shoulders and his words finally seemed to register in your ears.

“Miyu! Hey, you okay?”

“Huh, yeah.” You wiped away the few tears rolling down your face and put on your best smile.

“You sure? We can hold off shopping for a while if you don’t feel up to it.”

“No,” you said placing your hands on his that were still resting around your shoulders. “We have to go get some clothes before the cold comes.”

You didn’t even realise you used the word ‘we’ until it was already out of your mouth. He was the one who used it the most and it seemed to rub off on you the more time you spent together.

“Well then what do we wear?”

“Give me a second.”

You picked up a worn down cotton kimono and turned to him making quick work of taking off his usual blue one, leaving him in only his tank top.

“If you wanted me to get naked you could've just asked” he teased and you smacked his arm.

“Just shut up and turn around,” you gestured.

He did as you said and you placed the dark blue kimono on his shoulders, helping him get dressed. He turned around and you could feel him look at you as you tied up the strings at the front. The intensity of his gaze made a breath hitch in your throat. Being this close to him always made your heartbeat pick up speed and you hated it.

Once you finished, you smoothed a hand over the material and stepped back so you could see the look. The cotton kimono was the best thing you could ever pick for him. His gray hair added an old air to the overall look and you giggled.

“What’s so funny?” he deadpanned.

“You really do look the grandpa part you know,” you continued giggling.

He picked up another kimono, that was in a better condition than the one he was wearing. He put it over your shoulders, tucking the shirt you were wearing inside your pants, so he could tie it up. The beige satin sat comfortably on you.

“Now you can be the grandma to my grandpa.”

“That sounds cringe. No, thank you.”

“Can I do your hair?"

“What do you wanna do to my hair?”

He sat on the edge of his bed calling you over to sit down. You cocked an eyebrow at him, suspicious of his intentions, but you decided to see what he had in mind. You went and sat down on the floor, back pressed against the bed as his legs spread out around you. He let your hair down from the messy bun you quickly pulled it into and grabbed a comb to untangle the knots, brushing your hair so gently that it felt almost therapeutic. He separated your hair into three strands and started what you assumed to be a braid.

He can braid? Ah, wait. He had a sister. He probably did her hair a lot.

You smiled at thought. He definitely got the caring side from her. The more he showed you this other side of himself, the more you thought she did a great job raising him. They were just two kids against the world, trying to survive whatever life threw at them.

He gently tilted your head to sit on his thigh while he worked on your long hair. You played with your hands, unsure of what he was actually doing with your hair. From the way his hands worked around your difficult hair you could tell he was doing something more complicated than a braid.

“There,” he said patting down your hair.

You got up and went to the mirror next to his dresser, a gasp of shock coming out of your mouth. He braided your hair in a crown, with the longer pieces pulled into a normal braid. The smaller baby hairs sat untucked framing your ears and your cheekbones. The beige kimono added a vintage touch to your look and you looked like you worked the kitchen at some high esteemed mansion. Well, you did but not in that way.

“Do you like it?” he asked unsure of your reaction.

“I love it. Thank you,” you said, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“You look like…”

“A princess?”

“Like a grandma,” he chuckled. You went to smack him for the third time today as he dodged you around the room, laughter bouncing off the dark walls. There was only one thought bouncing around his mind.

You look beautiful. I just can't say it to you yet.

You got a hold of his kimono's collar and pulled him to you too harshly, ending up on top of his bed. His hands caged you and he tried to resist the urge to lean down and kiss you. Your eyes locked on each other's, unwilling to break away. His brown orbs bore into you, the blue outline around them reflecting with the light filtering in the room.

"We should go," you both started at the same time giggling at how in sync you were. He got up first lending you a hand to help you up too.

"Let's go."

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You travelled with the farmer again. A convoy of black carriages heading into the city had the biggest 'capture me now' sign on them. Laying low was your best shot at staying under the radar for your short visit so you were thrilled the farmer could give you a ride.

You hope your disguises would work at least until it got darker. You found a handkerchief in Enishi's closet that you tied around your head so most of your features were covered. He had his glasses on and fixed his hair so it looked messier than it actually was. You could say you looked the old part.

The carriage came to a halt at the side of a bridge. You got off with the help of Enishi and thanked the farmer. He was going to be back after delivering his produce to the next market somewhere after the sun sets, which should give you enough time to find some clothes.

You looked around at the place, feeling a strange familiarity about it. It felt like you knew this place. You caught sight of a dusted sign that read the entry to the market in bold red letters.

“This is the famous Fabric Market?” you gasped. Your parents always talked about it being the fashion centre in these parts. There was no fabric or textile in the world that you wouldn’t be able to find in here.

“It is. You know it?”

“My parents used to talk about it a lot.”

“Let's see what we can find before nightfall.”

You whizzed through about a hundred stands filled with typical traditional Chinese clothing. The hanfus on the racks were way too showy and uncomfortably looking, while the qipaos were way too extravagant. The entourage you were currently rolling with required practical clothes you could fight in, not ball gowns. Besides, if you needed something like that you had Enishi's permission to raid his wardrobe.

Finally, you found a more western looking booth filled with cotton blouses and practical pants that were more your style. You went and picked out a few, the lady in charge looking at you weirdly. You smiled at her, bringing the bandana over your head closer to hide your face, while Enishi paid for the clothes.

"I hope that's not all you plan on getting," he pointed to the small bag in your hand.

"Am I supposed to get something else?"

"Are you sure you're a girl? How come you haven't gotten at least one dress?"

"I don't like dresses. They're not practical to fight in."

"I don't have any dresses for you to borrow in case we have a mission at a select event."

"Are you saying we have one?"

"Maybe?"

"What the hell! When were you going to tell me? A day before we were going?"

"That's the main reason I brought you here but I didn't think you wouldn't get anything remotely girly."

You hated dresses. You knew it was a crime to say that considering who your parents were. The biggest downside to being the daughter of a tailoring couple was having to dress up nicely. All. The. Fucking. Time. Be it you were studying with one of the maids, playing in the garden, being at the atelier. You had to look the part, ribbons in your hair and low heel pumps included.

Being a Hikari was both a blessing and a curse to say the least.

Suddenly, you were pushed into a store by Enishi. Looking around you wanted to puke. There were dresses upon stacks of dresses from the entrance to the far back, all kinds of materials piled up on each other. You turned around trying to leave but a strong arm on your shoulder stopped you and before you could say something the lady at the till came over to you.

"That's a very nice kimono you're wearing," she chirped.

If looks could torture Enishi would have been in immense pain right now. He was enjoying your suffering a whole lot right now, chuckling as you struggled to contain your rage. You settled for a silent fuck you mumbled through your teeth and plastered a polite smile on your face as you turned to back to the woman.

"Thank you," you chirped back to her in the same annoying tone.

"We have a selection that will probably suit your taste over to this side," she said as she dragged you along the store pointing to every piece she thought you would like.

She brought about thirty pieces in the small try on cabin. You tried on most of them on, sorting them in categorized piles on the floor, ranging from unfitting to ones you deemed illegal to even be woven. Some didn't even fit you as the bust sizes were way too big, the melons on your chest floating around in the breast cups. The others were way too flashy for your tastes or anyone elses. You didn't know how long you've been moping in the cabin until a slightly irritated Enishi called out to you from the other side.

"Miyu, come out of there and let me see at least one of them on you."

"But it looks awful," you huffed.

"I'm sure it doesn't look that bad."

You sighed and opened the door to the cabin, stepping outside to the space where he was sitting. His eyes shifted to you and you swore you saw his eyes bulge out of their sockets.

You were wearing a red qipao with a golden dragon running up the open slit of the dress. The silk material was flowy around your legs so it wouldn't restrict too much of your leg movement. On the other side of your bust a golden phoenix curled around your bust, a small stone sewn into its eye just above your chest. You liked the detail but it felt uncomfortable to sit in it like a mannequin.

"I told you it looks bad," you huffed getting ready to hide back inside the cabin.

"You look beautiful." You looked at him, sincerity pooling out from his eyes. He had a hand clasped on his mouth, the compliment most likely climbing out of his mouth against his will.

"She does indeed," said the woman walking closer to you. She twirled you around on each side to get a good look at you. "I knew you would like it. This is a handcrafted wedding qipao."

"A WHAT?" You and Enishi said at the same time. His ears were burning redder than the garment you were wearing.

"Are you not looking to get married? This is mostly a shop for wedding dresses. I also assumed you were a couple, despite your really poor attempt at an old couple disguise."

"We are leaving," you say turning to the cabin to gather your things and change out of the dress.

Enishi beckoned the lady over and asked her to pack the dress up. He didn't know why but he wanted to get it for you. Forgetting the whole wedding dress symbol, he loved the way it looked on you. It was made for you, no matter how much you tried to deny it. While waiting for the lady to pack up the dress, he spotted a coat on a mannequin behind the till. It was lined with white fur and the silk on top was woven with silver embroidery. It was exactly your style.

"Is that one for sale?"

"It is! You have good taste."

You went out before him, angry at his idiocy. The want to strangle him went beyond any murderous urge you ever had. Not only did he take you to try on dresses even after you told him how bad you hated them, but he failed to notice that it was a wedding dress store. He also managed to blow your covers in the process.

"Don't be mad at me... But I got you the dress."

"I will burn it."

"I paid good money for it. So if you won't wear it," he held the bag to you, "at least keep it. I also got you a coat so please just take it."

He awkwardly shifted on his feet, waggling the bag in front of you until you took it with a huff. You weren't going to waste money unnecessarily. At least you could revamp it into another dress with scraps from your old clothes. But he didn't need to know that.

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The night was just about to set, lanterns hanging above the stone sidewalk to light up the market. The sweet sound of a guzheng being strummed filled your ears as you walked around some more. Three ladies sat on the floor in traditional clothes, playing their instruments. People stopped to look at them and you joined in to listen.

Enishi walked around the rest of the stalls on the street, keeping you in his sight. He stopped by a jewelry stand absentmindedly looking around.

"She's a pretty one that one," a woman spoke from behind the stand. He hummed at her not willing to make conversation but she continued pushing.

"Are you a couple?"

Why does everyone keep asking that?

"We're not." He looked around at the stuff on her stall spotting some handmade jewelry. Just when he was about to walk away, a pair of red bracelets called out to him. He picked them up inspecting the red string sitting around an intricate knot of a darker red shade.

"You have a good eye. Those are a symbol of the red string of fate."

"The witch in the village tried to sell me something like this too." He recalled the times he went into the village to help around or just to shop, only to have her pestering him with those bracelets.

"I don't know who that is but they were right in doing that. I can sense that something connects you and the girl over there."

He looked back at you to see you swaying along to the melody sung by the women on the instruments, clapping your hands along with the rest of the people gathered around. The lanterns above just turned on and they illuminated your face just enough for him to spot the soft smile on your lips. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful than the scene before his eyes.

"Destiny knows you will walk the path together, as much as both of you try to push against it. The path may stretch and tangle like the knot on the bracelets. But you will never stray away from each other."

It was true that he felt something for you. The last time he tried to decipher it he went berserk and lashed out on you, so he decided to keep them stored away in the farthest corner of his mind. But the more time he spent with you he found them struggling to get out of that box.

He felt giddy whenever you flashed him that smile, the real genuine one you normally gave him while you were training. He felt cared for whenever you left him half of the food you made for yourself, even if it was just some pudding made quickly because you craved it. He felt less lonely when you checked his office to see whether he was alive or not, staying to help him work on his maps or annoying him about the smallest things. As much as he tried to push these feeling away he knew they would keep coming. He might as well indulge in them and see where they could go.

"I'll take them," he said, pulling out his money only to get stopped by the lady.

"They're on the house," she said as she closed his fingers around the small bracelets. "You can pay for packaging though."

"Pack hers only."

He fiddled with the red ribbon on the box as he made his way back to you. He needed to find a good moment to give it to you. His already sat around his wrist. It was the perfect size, almost like it was made for him.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you turned around to him. “Wait. Are you not getting anything for yourself?”

“I’ve got everything I need,” he smiled.

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Sword fighting was both an art and a torture to learn, especially after spending a whole day shopping. Enishi insisted you start your training before the next mission so in case of anything you could defend yourself with something other than your gun.

He brought out a twin set of jian swords, the ones with the red tassel you held a couple days ago in his office. He showed you a few basic moves, from the normal slash cut to thrusting your sword forwards in a stable manner. He was not holding back on flaunting his strength, even if it was something as simple as doing a horizontal cut. He even taught you how to knock off your enemy with just the hilt, a small trick he deemed good to know in any situation.

The hard part was when you tried out the moves. You couldn’t balance the sword with both hands but he managed to do it so effortlessly with just one. It pissed you off that he was so good at everything.

He noticed you struggling so he placed his sword on the floor and moved to correct your posture. His hands reached out to sit on your hips, directing your body into a diagonal line. They moved to your shoulders to straighten your back, then lowering to your forearms to position the sword in a better hold. He stepped back and you looked at him expectantly, hoping you were doing it right this time. He nodded with a hum, a toothy smile breaking on your face.

Once you got a hold of some of the moves, you started sparring with him. Your muscles burned with the intensity of every move Enishi instructed you to use to block his hits. You didn't pay attention and he knocked the sword from your hand, tip of his blade sitting at your throat slightly lifting your chin. You gulped as he smirked at you. He was enjoying this a little too much.

You went back to sparring, trying to hit his sword only to get pushed back. You could tell he was only using half of his usual force but it still made it hard for you to try and respond to his attacks. Just holding the sword tired you out, not to talk about the need to put your energy into a swipe of the blade.

“Time-out. I need a minute.”

You laid down on the ground, muscles spasming a little too violently. There was no way you could keep up with him even if you practiced for decades.

“You okay?” he knelt down beside you and started massaging your limbs.

"Saw stars for a second. What are you doing?"

"You can't just lay down after intense physical effort. You could pass out or worse, get irreparable damage to your muscles."

"How do you know all this? Oh, wait. I forgot you're the sword master extraordinaire," you said at which he laughed.

"I know because I felt it on my own skin. I would be mad not to do something if I can help it."

"Well, I do appreciate the free massage." He lightly grazed the back of your knee, tickling you. "Enishi! Stop it!"

He continued tickling you until you got up and chased him around the garden. He found refuge from you by climbing up one of the trees, tongue poking out at you. The tree was too tall and sturdy to be climbed in your current exhausted condition.

"Get down from there."

"Nope."

"Enishi, stop being such a child."

"Teasing you is the highlight of my day."

"Oh, really? How would you like me to tease you by setting your precious maps on fire?"

"HEY! HEY! They haven't done anything wrong."

"But you have. Now get down from there AND LET ME SMACK YOU!"

“Definitely not.”

“I’m leaving.”

“To your room?”

“To Japan," you said as you showed him your middle finger.

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Bubbles were softly popping around you as the warm water engulfed your sore body. You were finally taking a well deserved bath. The sword training drained you beyond your powers and you needed to recharge your batteries somehow. The peace and quiet in the foggy bathroom was pure serenity. However, it was disturbed pretty quickly when Enishi all but burst inside without knocking.

"Can you shoot long-range guns?"

Well that was out of the blue.

"Technically, yes. Practically, I wouldn't know until I tested the guns myself. Why?"

"I need an eye in the sky for our next mission. We're infiltrating the base of another mafia for information and a few more resources."

"I can go by the storage later and see what works," you said. He nodded and left for the door as you released a breath happy to be back in peace in quiet. That was until he came back in, this time a smirk plastered on his face.

"Mind if I join?"

"Get out."

This was your precious time to yourself. As much as you would have him here with you any other time you felt funky but this was not one of them. You enjoyed his company but you needed time away from each other too. A girl can handle only so much sweat dripping down his toned muscles in a day.

"Are you sure?" he taunted coming closer to sit on the edge of the tub.

I will not indulge you. I refuse to indulge you. I need my girl time.

"Yes, now please get out. This is my me time—" he cut you off as he threw off his clothes and jumped in, splashing your face in the process. The water in the tub overflowed, spilling over the edge and wetting the small foot rug on the floor.

It was like the heavens were against you being alone in your own peace. You didn't know how much you could resist holding back from ripping his head off its trunk.

"Enishi. Get the fuck out!"

"But it's nice and warm and are those bubbles?" he popped a big bubble that was sitting on top of your knee.

"Oh, lord."

There was definitely no way to go back from it now. The moment his legs touched yours it felt like electricity sparked under water. You leaned your head back on the edge of the tub and sank back in the water, trying to stretch your legs around his. You tried to avoid further contact only for his hand to sneakily catch hold of your legs, spreading them around him. You cracked one eye open only to see that stupid smirk of his still on his lips.

"What are you plotting now, besides disrupting my peace?"

"Nothing."

His fingers said something else as they lightly massaged your calves. He was so good at this. As annoying as his teasing felt there were also moment where his touch would relax you and make you feel like you were on a cloud. It was like a drug to you too, burning into your skin when his intentions were less decent. You hated how his touches lingered around for hours and it made you crave more and more. And that wasn’t a good sign.

"You could've been an amazing masseur," you chuckled.

"I'd rather do it for people that really deserve it."

"Am I one of them?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

He did have a point. He was being really affectionate with you lately and it both confused and overwhelmed you. The night you slept together was imprinted not just on your mind. Your body wanted a repeat of it. Your kept fantasizing about him and you couldn't stop it no matter how hard you tried to push those shameless thoughts away. Plus, the fact that he was here, in close proximity to you, softly stroking your legs drove you crazy. And he seemed to take notice as you drew in a sharp breath the higher his hand hitched up your leg.

"Don't start," you said barely above a whisper.

"Start what?"

"You know damn well what."

You tried yanking your leg away only to get pulled closer to the middle of the tub. He moved to cage you in his space, hands firmly gripping your waist.

"I take it I'm bothering you?"

"N-no," you coughed, averting your gaze away from him. He rubbed circles into your sides, the water doing little to stop the shivers running up your spine. You hated how quick you turned to putty in his hands.

"Are you afraid of me, Miyu?"

"Of course not," you snapped your eyes back to him trying to read his intentions.

What kind of question is that? Why is he suddenly playing mind games?

He studied your face before leaning in to catch your lips in a kiss. It's been too long since he felt you this close and he wanted you closer. Your hands raked through his scalp, tugging at it as the kiss turned sloppy, rushed breaths turning the air steamier than it already was.

You leaned back in the tub dragging him on top of you. His hands took hold of the edge to support him so he wouldn't lean his whole weight on you, head craning down to devour you. Your nails clawed at his back to pull him closer to you and he obliged. One of his hands stroked down your thigh, looking for your entrance. Once he found it, he entered you, both of you unwilling to wait for foreplay.

The water moved around you, bubbles turning to foam from the force of his thrusts. You wanted to feel him even closer so you hoisted a leg around his waist, tugging him forwards. It threw him off balance, palms sliding off the edge of the bathtub. One of them quickly settled beside your head, while the other clutched onto the water tap. His hand wrapped around it, using it as a lever to push deeper into you. You were near your release, heartbeat pounding in your head, when you heard the screech of the water tap breaking off its hinges. The pressure of Enishi's hand was so strong that it broke the golden pipe attached to the bath tub. You pulled apart to look at the pipe sitting in his hand, eyes widened in shock.

"Did you just-"

"Yeah...," he exhaled eyes stuck on the golden item.

In one brisk move, he threw it backwards and you watched it hit the floor.

"I guess you're gonna be showering in my room for a while," he smirked leaning back to your lips.

Your bathtub time was cut short but you didn't really mind it. If it was like this you would have him barge in any time. He got up and stepped out of the tub, back muscles flexing as he picked up a towel from the pile on the sink. You found yourself drooling at the sight.

To be fair, I wouldn't mind another round.

He picked up his clothes from the floor and made a move for the door before you stopped him. You panicked as you remembered the broken water tap which meant you couldn't finish washing up. You called after him.

"Could you at least help me out?" you asked, making puppy eyes at him. The soreness from training and your earlier adventure left you too spent to move and your body was slowly pruning up from sitting in the tub for too long.

"Ah, so you want me here now," he taunted. He made a move to you once your puppy eyes turned murderous.

Picking up a bath robe he hung it on his shoulder as he walked to you. He waited for you to drain the rest of the water and then he wrapped it around your body. He placed a small kiss on your shoulder before picking you up from the tub. You couldn't help but lean your head on his shoulder. You looked up at him feeling nothing but grateful. It was moments like these that made you see him in a new light, and you realised he did it again. He made your heart flutter.

"Where to madame?"

"A shower could do considering you broke the water tap."

"Say no more," he said and started dashing to his own room down the hall as you laughed at him.

"If you haven't noticed we are naked. What if someone sees us?"

"I don't give two fucks."

"Does someone have a voyeurism kink?"

"I don't think you actually want to see what my kinks are, madame. Although, I do think yours are wilder than anything I could ever have in mind."

You're not wrong about that.

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After you finished rinsing the leftover shampoo from your hair you went to the arms storage. It was a mess to say the least. Hundreds of weapons and cartridges were just laying around wherever there was space. You went through so much trouble to get them only for them to be tossed around all over the place.

You rolled up your sleeves and got to work, starting with the smallest pistols. You cleaned up a table for each category, from short to longer distance guns, setting the magazines under them in rows.

Once the bigger rifles were set on their hangers you cleaned a table to wipe the smaller ones. Enishi was passing by the arms storage and saw the door slightly open. He peeked in, leaning on the door frame as he watched you wipe the pistol parts in your hand until they were sparkling clean. You then checked the barrel and the magazine for any residue, swiftly reassembling the gun. You finished up and tested the hand grip, loading a few bullets and aiming the gun at a target on the wall. The shot echoed through the room, bullet hitting the target in the middle.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Enough to be at peace that you know what you're doing. What kind is that one?" he spoke up, walking closer to you.

"This is a dragon firearm. It's practical in short range but the aim is a bit off. It's more of a display gun," you smoothed a hand over the golden dragon carved on the muzzle. "Wanna give it a try?"

He was taken aback at your request as he was more of a blade person. The few times he held a gun were foggy in his mind. He wasn't even sure how it worked. You noticed his reluctance and stepped closer to him, taking his hand to place the firearm in it.

"It's easy. You just take a hold of the grip," you put his hand around the gun, "and set on the trigger. Then you aim," you moved his forearm, your own on top of his to direct it towards the target. You felt him tense under your hold, smirking as you leaned closer to his ear to whisper. "And you pull the trigger."

He fired the gun and the bullet ricocheted off to the side of the target. You laughed prying yourself away from him as he placed the gun down on the table.

"Now you know how I feel when you train me," you said unloading the pistol to wipe it again and store it away.

"Fair enough." He looked around to see the storage way cleaner than it would normally be. "You didn't have to do all this."

"It was no big deal. I was getting bored anyway," you shrugged. "Ah, I tested the rifles. Most of them are single shot weapons so they don't hold more than a single round of bullets. But," you picked up a shorter rifle, "this one should work. It's a bigger version of the normal Colt revolver."

You turned to him to see him look lost. The words you said went in through one ear and came out of the other as he was too busy admiring your gun knowledge. Waving a hand in front of his face you pulled him back to earth.

"You're amazing," he uttered breathlessly.

"What?"

"I mean at guns. With guns. Like a gunlord." He wasn't one to give compliments so it confused you a little.

"Uh, thank you."

"Briefing for the mission in my office later. Be there," he said making a quick beeline for the door, leaving you there dumbfounded.

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You were stationed on top of a hill, hiding among the line of trees. The mafia base down below was heavily guarded, despite being just a couple of rusty barracks. You monitored both the base and the rest of the gang as they advanced down through the forest. You were in a spot easily noticeable for him, being able to signal if shit went sideways and there was a possibility of them being ambushed.

However, no one was covering you. Enishi made you carry a sword with you just in case you run out of bullets again, which happened a lot more recently. You were still no master at the weapon, having only had one training session with it, but you prayed it wouldn't come to using it because you would need a miracle to power through with it.

You joined your hands and called down to Enishi using the coos of an owl. It was a trick your father taught you. His head turned to you and you signaled the coast was clear. He beckoned his crew forwards to the middle barrack and entered while you scanned the area through the visor. You spotted a few men heading towards the barrack. Aiming, you waited for the wind to stop blowing and took the shot, taking out three of them.

It's been quite a while since the crew went inside. You spotted another quartet heading straight for the middle base and shot them down. A few more rows ran to inspect the commotion and you tried clearing them out as best you could, loading and unloading the magazine at lightning speed.

The crew came out with some weapons they stole and what looked like a hostage. You threw Enishi an okay sign that everything was good when a surprise blow came from behind you, throwing you against the bark of a nearby tree. Your dropped the gun during the hit and you saw it flying down the hill. Enishi bolted up the hill to get to you before it could be too late.

You quickly got up and got a hold of the sword attached to your back. You mentally thanked Enishi for the extra thoughtful gesture and got in a fighting stance. The man who pushed you was a brute, two heads taller than you. He must’ve been the guard dog of the base.

He launched at you with a sword of his own bringing the blade down on you, but you managed to duck and roll out of the way. You tried attacking but he was too fast. He moved to stab you and he might have succeeded if it wasn’t for Enishi stepping in between you, raising the sword you were holding to push him away. He took hold of your sword running to fight off the brute. They struggled and he used the hilt of the sword to knock him out cold at least until you managed to get out of there.

You were looking down at the ground, head down in embarrassment and anger. You couldn’t protect yourself, needing Enishi to come to your rescue once again. It made you feel weak and disgusted at yourself the more you stared at your hands, wishing they were capable of more. Wishing that you could just wake up one day with more strength than you had now, able to do more to help. Enishi had no use for you if you couldn't match his pace or the gang's.

He checked that the brute was knocked out cold and ran back to you checking you for any injuries. He was relieved to see only a minor cut on your cheek. He cupped your face to get a better look at the superficial wound but you moved your head away from his hold. You couldn't be this close to him right now after you failed to protect them.

“I’m fine,” you muttered. You went and looked for the gun thrown in the bushes and once you found it you slung it over your shoulder, heading towards the carriages.

You didn’t speak a word on the way back, staring out of the window as thoughts swirled in your head. You were mad at yourself for a lot of things, but especially for the fact that you couldn’t use another weapon or fight better. It felt like everything you learned for the past few weeks just evaporated into thin air. All because you got surprised and couldn't check your surroundings properly before stationing yourself on the hill. All because you were more confident in having a gun at your side than anything else.

Enishi tried to get you to talk but all he get in response to his questions were mumbles and absent-minded nods. He gave up asking and just let you wallow in your self-pity.

All you wanted to do was lock yourself in your room away from everything and that was your direction before you got pulled by Wu to the basement along with everyone else to interrogate the man they captured. You didn't know why you needed to be present too but Wu insisted that everyone had to be there.

You entered the poorly lit room and saw the man tied to a chair, his head lolling around as he slowly came to. You didn't really want to look at him but the chuckle that came out of his mouth prompted you to. You heard that chuckle before loud and clear and your eyes snapped to his face. There was something about it, too familiar to forget and too strange to remember, but when his eyes focused on you and a sneer graced his ugly face it finally hit you.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon, kiddo."

The colour drained from your face. The last time you heard that nickname was back when your parents were still around. You stumbled to a nearby wall to lean on it as memories of the man flooded your mind. He used to be a really loyal customer of your parents, coming around at least a few times a week on business with your father. He always called you that awful nickname, petting your head as you tried hard to keep your disgust inside for your parents sake. Him and your father would go behind the shop to discuss whilst his wife sat and talked with your mom. She was a rather annoying person, her high pitched voice scratching your ears worse than chalk on a board. Your mom never liked them.

The man smirked at you and was about to continue speaking until Enishi walked in the room. He felt something was off by the way you were clenching your fists by your side, eyes throwing daggers into the man tied on the chair. He wanted to ask if you knew him but the man spoke before he could.

"You look just like your mother. Well, she looks a little damaged now."

You wanted to know where she was. You wanted to know where your father was. You wanted to know what happened to them. But all you could muster was pure anger in the storm of thoughts in your mind. It clouded every rational resolve you previously had as you grabbed the collar of his blood-stained white shirt pulling him towards you.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"It's a surprise she's still alive after the torture we put her through. And your father," he laughed, " he was so keen to protect her even after being beaten up over and over. It was a really entertaining show to watch."

"You have no right to talk about them," you yelled launching yourself at him. You punched his face hard, using all the pent up anger from all the years you spent looking for the people who took your parents. They were under your nose the whole time placing false leads to cover their tracks.

"They helped you and that bitch of your wife even when they had nothing themselves."

You were young but you weren't stupid not to notice the anger on your mother's face every time they left the atelier. Your father gave them money almost every week they came over. They begged their way into his good heart that they were in debt and needed help and your father was too blind to see that. The man was always dressed in the finest silks and his wife always had a collier around her neck adorned with precious gems. They definitely weren't in need of charity.

They would get their money even when the atelier was running low on profits as your father scrambled around for scraps. You hated that your parents were good people and failed to notice that they were being used.

Your attention returned to the man on the chair as you punched him again and again, not caring about the scabs forming on your knuckles. The blood on your knuckles mixed with his as it poured from his broken nose onto the concrete floor. All he could do was laugh as you hit his face repeatedly. The faint glimmer of something red around his neck reflected off the dim lights and you stopped. Your hand moved from his face to clasp the chain around his neck to get a better look.

Mom's necklace.

"That whore fought so hard to keep it around her neck. It looks better on mine, don't you think?" he smiled, blood smeared on his teeth.

You pulled the necklace harshly off his neck as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You wanted to resume your earlier punching but Enishi pulled you away before you could lay your hands on him again. You could kill him if he didn't stop you and he needed to get information from him, as much as he wanted to break his body apart and feed it to the wolves for what he put you through.

"You're not getting out of here alive. I'll make fucking sure of that," you spat as Enishi tried to drag you away.

"You're nothing but a whore just like her."

Enishi let go of you to land a punch of his own on the man's face, knocking him out cold again. He wasn't going to let anyone speak to you that way. You couldn't comprehend anything that happened in the last few minutes so you did the best you could in this situation and ran away to your room. Enishi told Wu to keep an eye on the man as he ran after you.

You sprinted to your room, too many thoughts swimming in your head. Enishi was calling after you trying to get you to stop but you didn't hear him. You couldn't hear him.

You locked yourself in your room and he knocked desperately on the door trying to talk to you but all he got in response was silence. He figured you needed some time to yourself and once you heard him walk away, you finally allowed yourself to break down.

Mom was alive.

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Thank you for giving me permission to let me send any idea I get ^u^ your list has given me more ideas and thoughts 🩵 and it has helped play into a specific one ✨ so I am here to share one that had been at the forefront of my mind that I need to share with you and your amazing brain

Btw will be using fem pronouns cause it’s a bit easier for me to write this all out, but you don’t have to ^u^

I genuinely can’t stop thinking of all the possibilities that could arise from the chain— which now includes Cal and Sage whenever I talk about the chain as a whole, they deserve all the love 🩵— knowing that their goddess has a darker side. Before I get into that, will add that personally, I feel like y/n would never abuse that power, maybe cause she has some morals; never targeting kids ofc, but also those that flirt with her but back down immediately upon seeing her boys? Those people are fine, because they’re respectful at the very least— and don’t have the audacity to think they could ever measure up to even a fraction of her perfect boys. But others that keep pushing? Target acquired. But also I imagine she doesn’t want to abuse her power cause she doesn’t want to be even remotely close to Hylia or even Zelda; she actually genuinely loves and cares about her boys, and they already do so much for her, she would never want them to feel like she’s using them. Which, I mean to be fair, if we’re being technical, she kinda is using them, but it’s for her and her boys benefit ✨ she’s just giving them permission to deal with the scum of the earth

Anyway, back to the number one thought at the forefront of my mind, me thinks, as a treat for the boys since you mentioned that they find it hot as hell, them getting to witness their goddess as she chooses her next victim ✨

Before I do that, I wanna bring up some things you wrote, like from Sage figuring out reader knew what they were doing; “They enjoyed teasing the scum of the Earth, dangling their own supple body in front of them like a treat on a stick only to set their guard dog on them the second they overstepped.” This. This imagery right here is scrumptious. 10000/10 delicious. It sparked this idea in the first place. But also the fact that it’s not just one guard dog, it’s eleven guard dogs at the ready ✨ because even when the chain know the truth, that reader knows about their darker impulses and even encourages it, she still doesn’t stop goading those people into crossing a line so her boys can deal with them— at least, she won’t unless it genuinely upsets her boys, cause while she enjoys riling up the chain and seeing how possessive they can be, she doesn’t want to actually make them upset if they really don’t like it.

Which actually plays into another thing you wrote for the list— thank you for the list 🩵— specifically on Twilight’s part; “He's just a simple country boy who was raised in a village where everyone was honest, so he can only think the same of everyone, especially his Goddess, until proven otherwise.” Which again, this. I love this— I love everything you write but this had me going “awww” out loud, he’s so precious 🩵 but also this plays into the whole thing with reader not wanting to upset her boys. If the chain doesn’t actually like that she uses her body in a way that goads those scum, she’ll respect their wishes and just straight up tell them. Especially since well, she has nothing to hide if her boys know the truth, cause I feel like y/n— in an effort to not be in any way, shape, or form like Hylia or Zelda— would be honest with them about it. Literally straight up about who’s on her shit list.

And if we bring up the point system, the higher on her shit list, the more points the chain gets for dealing with them ✨ like if someone was flirting with her and wouldn’t back down? On her shit list but not very high up there, so extra points if the chain deals with them quickly. Someone saying some insulting shit about her boys?? Higher up on her shit list, extra points if the one who was getting insulted dealt with the person. Someone who insults her boys, flirts with her, and doesn’t back down???? The highest you could ever be on her shit list, extra points if they make it a painful death ✨ no one insults her perfect boys and gets away with it

So imagine this, the chain and reader at one of their castle towns, and y/n overhearing from one of the men they pass making a snide comment about that Hyrule’s Link and the chain getting to witness for the first time the way their goddess’s sweet smile tightens just the slightest bit, how her kind eyes shift into one that craves bloodshed but flickers back into that kind look so quickly, but now her eyes and smile hold something much sharper— except now she’s not directing that smile to them, she’s looking at the man that had the audacity to ever say anything about her boys. Now this is where the idea splits into two routes, cause I can’t be 100% sure whether or not the chain would want her to stop trying to goad the scum of the earth, so I shall give you both versions ✨

If the chain truly doesn’t mind, they would get to witness it with new eyes how their goddess expertly plays into the innocent role, how she maybe pretends to be lost or something and just uses her body in a way that gets her the exact reaction she wants from the man. Just like how you said, she dangled her body in front the man like a treat on a stick, just waiting for the man to overstep, and once he does, whether the chain pull their goddess away or she just drifts back to them, she’s content now that she’s gotten what she wanted, which is a target painted on that man. And she patiently awaits for her boys to deal with him like she knows they will.

Is the chain does mind, she gets closer to the Link of the Hyrule they were in, and since she would be honest, she would ask him if they knew that man, if he was of importance, and if anyone would notice if he just, disappeared. Never to be found again. Whether she has to be outright honest and bluntly asks them to deal with the man, or if that’s enough of a hint for them to have a target painted on the man, she’ll make sure they know exactly who she wants them to deal with.

Regardless of the route, the one(s) that deal with the man get lots of affection after they’ve dealt with the scum ✨

— 🫐 anon

🫐anon. Listen here-

Everything you just wrote up there?

I AM (s)CREAMING.

THERE IS SO MUCH TO GO OVER AND IM SO READY-

First, you didn't need permission lovely! I'm more than happy to read what you guys send and start a conversation. I feel like I've made some great friends here with all of you guys! And I'm so ready to hear all of your ideas. Because your brain=just as amazing man

Now, I love including Cal and Sage because those two when with Wild are such a delicious trio. Full of resentment and bubbling anger just waiting to boil over? Drives me nuts. There is just so much potential there and I wanna love them all because it's what they deserve.

I totally like that entire idea of Reader not abusing their power. I imagine they view themselves as a benevolent being rather than a strictly Godly one. Like you said, kids are out of the question. People who respect their boundaries and understand that they could never measure up to the deities that are their boys are imposing on another person's relationship (Whether it's poly, a cult, etc., etc.) are also safe. It's the ones who don't respect that line. Who cross it and view Reader as nothing more than a piece of meat. Who want nothing more than a quick lay. Those are people who Reader deems as expendable. Because, really, Hyrule would be a better place without them in it.

And they would have to really push it. Reader is only instigating it if they push. From then, it's just baiting the boys into seeing it. Because you're right. She doesn't want to be at all like Zelda- or Golden three forbid, Hylia. They did nothing but use and abuse her perfect companions, with little to no second though to the aftermath. While, yes, she is also using them to a degree, it's more of a trade. She'll give them companionship and someone to lean on rather than them relying on no one but themselves.

When it comes to them knowing their Goddess has a darker side (Should we give this an AU name? I feel like we should-), it absolute riles them up.

🫐anon. Lemme let you in on a lil' secret- When writing that line, I was literally giggling to myself like a whole ass school girl. Like I was damn proud of that line so thank you for noticing.

Imagine having eleven guards dogs, prowling about, waiting to attack first and ask questions later. All their waiting for is the command. If it does genuinely upset her boys, she can definitely step back.

I'm glad you like the list so much! It was fun to figure out! Yeah, honesty is a huge difference between Reader and Hylia/Zelda. They never came outright with anything, lest it be a life or death situation. They've all had issues like this with their Zeldas, who simply didn't tell them something until they were facing down death itself. She'll straight up be like, hey, this happened, deal with how you want to, or, better yet, I'm dealing with it, i'll be back in a few minutes.

Now. A point system.

🫐anon. Your genius knows no bounds.

Now, imagine, if you will, someone not only insults her boys, and flirts without backing down, but dares to try and touch whats not theirs. That is the absolute pinnacle of fuckery.

I imagine this would happen in like Warrior's Hyrule because, let's face it, his is the messiest. Most people, half of them absolutely hate Link for starting a war, the other half want him in their bed, very little in between. And their ballsy because who's gonna stop them? Those jokes they call knights? Yeah, right.

Now, option A)

The man has already pushed. He pushed a fragile dam and it snapped, now he's left to deal with the anticipated torrent. She's sauntering over to him, fluttering her lashes and puckering her lips, doing all of the cheesy moves to get what she wants. And it works. Once he's hooked, his fate is seal. Because the boys are not the one to truly fear. No, Reader is. She makes the calls. She'll determine if you are worthy of their time. If not, if you've failed her test before it even begins?

Count your hours because they are fleeting and they are fleeting fast.

Option B)

Let's say this is Warriors Hyrule, she'll go to him on how to deal with this directly. Depending on the Hyrule, she'll let that Link lead the way. Some, like Wars, require some tact and poise when it comes to dealing with unwanted pests. With populations as heavy as they are, there are some hurdles they have to jump to make sure its done properly. They can't be sloppy, or they'll get caught. If it's someone like Hyrule's or, hell, even Sage's Hyrules, they can get as sloppy as they want as long as they remain out of sight.

You bet your ass that they are absolutely soaking up all the attention bestowed upon them for a job well done. Anything for their Goddess.

#cinder rambles #🫐anon