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Astrology observations #5🖤

🌜I wrote these for fun, based on how i see these placements. i'm not a professional! hope you enjoy these🌛

⭐cancer placements allow themselves to feel their emotions. they may get annoyed by the intensity or the amount of them, but they process them fully, and this makes it easier for them to move on. random thought but writing letters to people they like may be something they do or did as kids haha. they're very romantic

⭐some aries venuses have obsessive tendencies when they have a crush, and they get frustrated a lot if they think they can't/shouldn't pursue them. they enjoy the tension, but they don't want it to last too long because they dislike not being in control, and having feelings for someone leaves them feeling too vulnerable. that's why they try to move on if they can, but it takes work. when they do find someone, they become really clingy but they still need freedom when it suits them

⭐mars in libra avoid conflicts and try to be reasonable about everything, but if they think you crossed a line, you'll see why aries is their sister sign pretty soon. once they tell you off, you'll never see them the same way, so underrestimate them at your cost

⭐having stelliums can be interesting. it for sure puts a lot of emphasis on the influence of that house on your life, and i found that it can be both positive and negative since they face lots of challenges related to their house but also many blessings. those who have stelliums kind of embody multiple characteristics simultaneously

⭐sun in the 11th people glow when they are with their closest friends. they also tend to dream big and care a lot about the world. their friends usually help them in their future goals. they feel a bit different than people in their hometown/country, mostly because they cannot be tied down to a single culture because they enjoy different things, which usually makes them quite open-minded and tolerant. they can be picky about the people they let in super close though

⭐mars in the 6th can procrastinate a lot actually, but they get things done. may get sudden waves of high energy and get things done rapidly and extensively. they expect a lot from themselves regarding their ambitions and aspirations. they try to improve themselves in any way most of the time, but they should also accept their current state if they want to evolve and love themselves. they need to watch out for their moral perfectionism too. it's okay to make mistakes as long as you apologise and strive to change for the better

⭐i've found that virgo mercuries can be really direct, even if they are shy or don't talk much around strangers or acquaintances, they have their moments. super funny too

⭐north node in cancer struggle with accepting their vulnerable side. they hate feeling like things and people can evoke strong emotions in them. they want to be more detached, but those that work on themselves find it very rewarding once they embrace their strong emotions. they can also be really reliable, practical, and thoughtful

⭐fire+water combinations in birth charts-i am sending you a hug. i know exactly how difficult it is to keep all those emotions under check, and that you need a lot of understanding and rest to function. use those emotions and passions well hun, you are strong and capable. you have a lot of empathy and wonder inside of you

⭐capricorn sun/mercury have a dry way of texting. their humor is difficult to read via text and they simply are not fans of texting, and it shows lol

⭐aries mercuries are not always available online and they may come and go when they're online, but they'll answer all of your messages one by one with lots of enthusiasm. they also like to send memes and joke around a lot

⭐virgo mercuries are not fans of texting and they can answer you after a couple of days or so even if they really like you. similarly to aries, they'll make sure they answer everything and they also pay attention to every detail you mention. very sweet really. their humor shines brighter in person

⭐taurus moon are very capable. they may prefer rest over anything else, but their patience and dedication to the things they need to do is really cool. they are calm most of the time so it's nice to be around them, just don't disrespect them and everyone will thrive

⭐taurus venus men can be really possessive. even if you like such behavior, some can go to extremes and try to control how you feel, think, and behave. they have a specific image of an ideal partner and they want you to fulfill it

⭐libra venus tend to care about how they look and present themselves so they put lots of effort into that. they also have standards when it comes to beauty and some expect others to dress and look well, whether they know them or not

⭐women with venus in aquarius-you may be attracted to men who are mysterious and act like they're special. just be careful because there are so many toxic ones out there who want a relationship but not truly, because they don't want to dedicate themselves to you and maybe plan on using you

⭐pisces moon can feel like they're drowning in their own emotions sometimes because they cannot control them easily and they tend to give in. if they like to portray themselves as a martyr these emotions can get out of hand because they let those emotions lead them which influences their mental health and relationships. those who are developed process these emotions and try to figure them out and let them pass. they can learn a lot about themselves and others this way. creative outlets can be of help to process this

⭐leo moon need to watch out for hurting people when their ego is hurt because they can lash out and make lots of damage. take a second to think whether it's worth it or not, since there is no point in trying to "win" in a fight with someone you love

⭐pisces mars can be too forgiving, especially to those they care about. don't let people walk over you dear, no matter who they are. nobody deserves that kind of treatment

thank you for reading!🤍i also offer paid astrology readings, so check out my blog for more info

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𐀪𐀪

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - MDNI TW!! suggestive thoughts and actions coming from yandere . yandere character . defo unprofessional behavior from reader . very gory towards end . This is Yandere, do you need more warnings??? Lmao . I NEED HELP MAKING CONVERSATION FLOW, HELP IS NEEDED (；´д｀)ゞ

╰┈➤ Kicking your shoes on, you made haste of getting ready, you had dolled yourself up, applying your beauty knowledge and professional techniques in and out of your studio.

Grabbing a furry white coat and wringing your keys in the pockets, you kicked the door open and sprinted all the way to your car, getting in the driver’s seat and revving up the engine of your vehicle.

Your eyes wandered towards the moon, the orb in the sky glittered brighter than any other night, a soft blue shimmering off the surface, the centerpiece in the sky amongst the twinkling stars.

You smiled, you had high expectations for this night, was it unprofessional on your part? Oh, yes, definitely. But you honestly couldn’t care less!

You arrived to a beautiful manor, the moon cast a bright light over the white walls of the almost castle like structure.

The door opened softly, revealing the one you were waiting for, your eyes widened, he looked more dazzling than ever.

That.. Hair, his hair was curled, a stark contrast to the straight hair you were used to.. And you felt a strange sense of Deja Vu.

His heterochromatic eyes met with yours, shyly waving at you, he stopped for a moment, as if allowing your eyes to skim over his body.

A sky blue satin slip dress stuck to his body, tailored to fit his body shape in a flattering manner, specifically bringing attention to his slim waist.

A soft white boa hung off his gloved forearms, making him look like a nymph out of a fairytale book.

After snapping out of it you adjusted your clothes, now feeling a little self conscious about your fashion choices.

The car door opened softly, a sweet vanilla smell wafted into the vehicle as Mikhail proceeded inside the car.

Leaning down to not bump his head you couldn’t help but get a view of his chest, soft skin gleaming with fine glitter dust.

Out of respect, you immediately looked away, saving yourself and him an awkward moment.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed out softly, his face slightly colored in a soft pink, deep eyes filled with an indescribable adoration.

Sweat gathered on the back of your neck, taken by the sudden compliment, god. You probably looked so gross right now.

“I-Well, thank you. Y-You look even more beautiful than I do.” You shyly smiled, leaning in for a quick hug.

Mikhail pounced at the opportunity and hugged you back, a little too long and close however. Gently kissing your cheek before sitting back in his seat.

Thank the lord, you didn’t notice how his inner legs were drying off from a sticky substance. Hopefully that pheromone thing people were talking about on social media was true.

You didn’t know he had masturbated to your pictures right before he left the house.

The drive was pleasant as the both of you spoke and joked about the things of life, you didn’t know that Mikhail had such a sharp tongue. He had his own way of saying things, mostly with sarcastic remarks but without losing his air of elegance.

The both of you walked into the restaurant, your arm looped into his and gently holding his bicep. It surprised you he would allow you to be this touchy so far but, a win is a win..?

Moonlight shadowed Mikhail’s face in the most delicate of ways, looking as if it was scripted and was inside a photo studio. If you were oblivious, you would think that there was a light reflector propped up somewhere.

You found yourself really liking this type of lighting and making a mental note of implementing such angle into future shoot.

His face was so familiar.. It tickled a spot of your brain so annoyingly, it felt as if it was being poked and prodded every time you looked at his face and body. There was something just so—

“(Y/N)? Sweetie? Are you alright?..” the silver haired man tilted his head at you, waving at you a little.

You blinked a few times, your mask slipping for a second, only to immediately tilt it back on your face. Offering a small smile to diffuse the situation.

“A-Ah, sorry. It’s just.. Am I crazy or have we met before?” The question came out lightly, almost as if it was a subtle joke.

To your surprise, he scoffed. An attractive chuckle spilling from his glossed lips

“Did it really take you that long to notice? Hm?” He teased, his voice filtered with a slight tone of condescension, putting a hand to cover his mouth.

“..Y-Yes???” You swallowed thickly, playing with the corner of the table cloth “You were that person under the moon.. What was it.. uhm— 3 years ago? I remember you vaguely—“ you toyed with a napkin, folding it and unfolding it various times, making patterns on the once smooth paper.

“You ran away from me when I was going to give you my phone number.. haha?” He paused at that, biting his bottom lip softly as he considered his next words carefully..

“I got nervous, I remember looking at your face and seeing that beautiful look in your eyes and.. I suppose I couldn’t take it and fled like I was used to.” He explained softly, rubbing his arm.

“—That leads me to the next thing, it was thanks to you I am here now. You are the reason I have even pursued this career!” He stopped to breath, his cheeks progressively turning a deeper color as he clutched a hand to his chest, a crazed look taking over his usually serene expression, “I now live in luxury thanks to you, I would be lost without you. You are my savior—My reason to live— My soulma—“

“Are you both ready to order?” The voice of a waiter swiftly cut his lovesick ramble off.

You stared at the model for a moment, still processing the strange and sudden confession from the beauty.

You blinked hard, you blinked once, twice. Hell even thrice.

“U-Uhm. I will have some (food) with some w..wine.” Your voice came out bewildered, your tone sounding off and as if you had been just woken up with an electric shock.

The man across from you glared at the waiter, hate filling his unusually colored eyes. His gaze sharp as a newly sharpened dagger. if you were in the receiving end of his glare, you might have pissed your pants.

“..I’ll have some grilled fish with a salad, don’t forget to get me the finest wine you have.” Mikhail ordered politely, feigning goodwill but keeping his tone as clipped and short as possible.

He was pissed, oh and you could tell. A small vein sprawled across his cheek, the jugular in his neck bulging as he looked at the innocent waiter.

The waiter smiled before turning and leaving.

The mood was.. tense, you suppose. But, this would be a good time to gauge some information from him.

“So.. What was your childhood like?” You asked, clearing your throat and drumming your fingers along the beautiful wooden table.

“..It was alright, I struggled a little in my earliest years though. My parents and I aren’t natives to this country, so we never had any solid footing. I guess I grew up with little.”

He softly related, his fingers picking out lint from his dress.

He continued shortly, “When you found me, I was not doing too well. My mom had passed and I was unemployed, basically homeless.” Mikhail  shrugged as if it was no biggie.

His eyes zipped up to yours, establishing eye contact with a fiery look in his eyes.

“Then you found me. No kidding but.. You improved my life in ways that aren’t even describable, and I am seriously thankful and indebted to you for my whole life.” The man bowed his head, his hand grasping at your own and interlocking his fingers in between yours.

“..I wish to learn more about you, talk with you— Share with you. I feel a connection, as if we were bound by invisible threads of fate. Every moment away from you feels like a thousand years of torture.” he took a moment to breathe deeply, mustering his confidence.

“Will you give me the chance to prove that I am worthy of your time and love?”

Wow.. You didn’t even know how to react, your jaw had dropped a little at that whole confession. 

“Hahaha.. Wow, i.. I don’t know what to say. I’m flattered..” the nervousness in your tone was clear, you really had been taken off guard by such a thought out message

He stared at you expectantly, waiting for the answer like a kitten waiting for a warm bowl of milk.

“I think we can give it a shot.” You nodded, gently squeezing his hand in a comforting manner.

He shot up from his seat, opening his arms and trapping you in a bone crushing hug while kissing your face everywhere once and over again.

Lip gloss coated kisses stained your visage, on your nose, your cheeks and your forehead. Leaving the main platter for last.

“Oh! Thank you, thank you, (Y/N)!” He cried out, hugging you against his chest when he finished assaulting your face with his lipgloss.

You weren’t able to bounce back after that, your soul leaving your body through your mouth in a small puff.

You merely nodded your head, cheeks going up in flames, the blood vessels in your face working overtime.

He giggled slyly, looking over at the stains he left on your face, the product glistening with the light casted from the candlelight.

It wasn’t very long until the meal arrived, it was painfully awkward for you. Not for Mikhail however, he somehow kept the conversation going for much longer than you thought. 

Now the tables turned, instead of you asking the questions, he took the lead and began prodding about you and your life..

“What’s your full name?”

“Can I have your address?”

“Do you prefer lace or silk?”

Strangely, the questions got more personal each time he asked, you tried to answer his questions to the best of your ability while eating your meal.

You turned to the moon, as if searching for guidance on this date. Huh, interesting, the moon was a light pink, teetering into the red color spectrum. 

Was there going to be a blood moon tonight? 

Damn, that sticky ass lipgloss was getting on your nerves.. You gotta go wipe it off now.

“I’ll be right back!” You dismissed yourself, getting up and taking your bag with you.

“What?..” his smile faltered, eyes sharpening for a moment.

“W-Where? Without me?” His voice turned desperate, his hand tightening over the sharp steak knife.

“I’m not leaving, don’t worry— I just need to go to the bathroom really quick.” You assured him, not noticing how he released the hold on the knife in his hand. His shoulders relaxing noticeably and eyes turning back to its normal shape.

“Alright. B-But don’t be long, darling.”

You turned around, facing the way where the bathroom was. Unfortunately, you failed to notice the server with various drinks in one hand and a many dishes on the other. She shifted her weight on her feet, obviously seeming out of her element and nervous.

When you least expected it, you felt a cold sensation on your clothes and face, dark wine splashing over the freshly washed cotton clothes over your body and hair.

Then came the harsh impact of another body on you, the female server landing on top of you with a loud thud.

The talking around you had came to a complete halt, as if pausing time itself. The woman slowly lifted her head, looking at you with wide eyes as she got off of you.

And you? You were so fucking embarrassed, this girl had just dumped all the god damn staining wine all over you. And—And What made matters worse is that your date was watching you!

“I-I’m so sorry Mr/Mrs/Mx!!!! I-I didn’t.. I don’t—“ she gasped out, hands shooting out to press over your clothes with a handkerchief in hand, only making the situation worse as the wine spilled further on you.

“I..I.. Please get off.” You quietly mumbled out, the smile on your face turning into a frown in a moments notice. 

She scattered away, apologizing profusely as she picked up all the ruined plates of food and spilled wine glasses.

You got up as quickly as you could, sipped walking to the bathroom while biting back tears, this was the worst feeling ever.

You had been publicly humiliated, in front of the highest class of people and a potential partner. God, you were an embarrassment.

You stood in front of the mirror, looking at your dirtied face and soiled outfit. You sniffled softly, tears brimming your lash line.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, tears rolling down your cheeks in frustration. This was a mistake, if you had known the night would turn out like this- You wouldn’t have called Mikhail.

This was a waste of both you and his time. Simply because of your pride.

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Your date watched with wide eyes as you toppled over with a different server. His fingers ghosting over the knife under his palm, about to shoot yo from his seat and get that harlot off you.

He was too late. Blood red wine spilled over your head, dripping down onto your clothes and staining your whole dress/suit.

His eyes widened, his jaw gaping at the scene. Covering his mouth with one hand to hide his shock.

He saw how that bitch tried to dab the wine away, crawling all on top of you as if you were up for grabs. Did she not see?! You were his! HIS ONLY!

His face contorted into an ugly grimace, something unfit of his beautiful features. Looking 

Then he looked at your face, his porcelain heart cracked in two. He saw the vacant look in your eyes, the slight tremble of your bottom lip as you bit back a sob. 

Oh. how he was going to make this disgusting server pay the price.

He shifted his focus onto the worker, silently stalking behind her. His footing was light and quiet, being her shadow as she staggered off into the restaurant’s garden.

Alike to an arctic fox, he waited patiently for the moment to strike. This dumb, mindless little chicken being the next on the chopping block.

The red moon cast a sinister lighting over the two of them. The waiter tripping over a stone and doubling over and into the grass.

That’s when Mikhail struck. He threw his weight on top of the helpless woman, raising his arm over his head and plunging his knife into her head.

He laughed melodically, the sound seeming out of place in the gory scenario.

He couldn’t stop. He was going avenge you, Mikhail White was going to fight for your honor and love. And it all was going to start with this small sacrifice.

Stab. Stab. stab.

That’s all that went through his head, his hands gripping around the knife and twisting into the woman’s forehead.

His curls covered his face, the wavy hair shielding the crazed expression of his face.

He dragged the blade across her eyes, watching the blood bubble up as he slashed the almost gelatinous material of her eyeballs.

“This is for looking at my (Y/N).” He seethed out, plunging the knife into her eye further and gauging them out her face.

He retracted the weapon from her face with a wet sound, only to dig it back into her throat and drawing a deep, jagged line over her cheeks and mouth.

his free fist pounded against her teeth, knocking most of them out, blood gushing out of the empty gums.

“This for even speaking to them!”

He let out a shaky breath, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

The assault weapon ripped into her arms, severing them from her body completely. His own hands grabbing at the bodyless limbs and twisting them until they dislocated, bones peeking out from under her skin.

“And this is for even having the gall to touch (Y/N).” He grabbed her head, whispering into here ear cruelly.

He shoved the steak knife into the inside of his dress, mustering crocodile tears as he staggered back into the establishment bathed in crimson.

“H-HELP!! A-A KILLER IS ON THE LOOSE AND—AND THEY ATTACKED A WAITER IN FRONT OF MY OWN EYES!!” 

The model cried out desperately, faking a panic attack as he looked for you, frantically clutching his chest as he whipped around frantically.

Soon he found you, looking for him. He immediately crashed into your arms, trapping you in his toned arms.

He kissed your head “T-Thank god you are okay.. I-I don’t know what I would do if I had lost you!!” He sobbed, eyeliner and mascara running down his cheeks in a dramatic showcase.

You hugged him back, apologizing for leaving and not going back for him. He assured you it was alright! It was just so great to see you alive and breathing in his arms..

The blood moon reseeded into a pale white, sirens lighting the scene up.

The both of you were ruled out as suspects, just as planned, he played the role of the victim and you were his concerned partner.

The police felt pity and offered their condolences, letting the both of you go home.

The both of you arrived at his castle like home, he insisted that he was scared for you and wanted for you to stay with him. He couldn’t bear losing you too.

So you did.. 

He and you stepped under a post light, the soft pitter patter of the rain falling from the sky and over you.

He brought one arm over your shoulder, his other free hand holding your cheek tenderly as he leaned in for a passionate kiss under the moon light.

He led your hands on top of his waist, gently gripping at the stained satin dress.

He closed his eyes, so did you. He indulged completely in the heated kiss, devouring your lips and tongue as best as he could.

He smiled into the kiss, you were his now, he had you right where he wanted. Now all he had to do was offer a diamond ring to you.

“It doesn’t matter how many heads will roll, it’s nothing but a small price for maintaining our beautiful love.”

[t104b]

Taking the bait. Tenna x reader

A/N: Nothing explicit, just a oneshot of the reader being used as a distraction to Tenna cuz he likes them the most. Mentions of the reader being a big collector/fan of vintage and old items, reader is G/N, Reader is also the oldest of them all by like quite a bit (18+ reader basically). Can be seen as platonic and romantic because I suck at writing romantical oneshots without any build up. Chapter 3 spoilers this is set 2/3rd into the chapter. Haven’t written in 2 years so sorry if it is mediocre.

Tenna had gone rampant with the lightners missing. However, ralsei made a small suggestion to the Fun Gang as a way to distract Tenna, as well as get information on why exactly he was trying to stop them from closing the dark fountain. However, you were nominated as their bait to go find the TV host and get info because they believe the CRT has a favourite amongst them.

Words: 2.8k, Reverse comfort/fluff

You internally groaned, following the fluorescent red-carpeted maze of this dark world with the blinking lights of the surrounding TV that portrayed certain imageries besides you. A buzzing noise filled the air from the CRT screens whining, as well as the bright light blinding your vision slightly. Why did you have to be the one to distract him? Sure, it seemed as if he gave you slightly more lenience and ease throughout the challenges, and his mannerism towards you was way less brash as he did with the rest, but surely that’s not all the reasons to send you over to that heaping statue of a show host? I mean- you don’t even know if he’ll listen to you, or even bother indulging in your presence and instead seize the desperate chance to at least catch one of the lightners to use as a gambling pawn. Even with your retaliation, it was decided 3 to 1, the rest agreeing that if you wouldn’t come back in time they’d come after you. I mean, come on! You’re an adult, you should be the one protecting them- but instead those kids are saying they’re going to protect your back! You gulped, placing all of your hopes into their capabilities of backing you up.

Growing up, you’ve always enjoyed older, more vintage appliances and items that gave you that warm, buzzy feeling in your heart. You were never really sure why you had such an appreciation for older things, the things that any regular person would toss away in place for a newer version. Maybe it was because the thought of those items seeing through life more than you, maybe it was the charm that they all had and the little bits and bobs that had defined them (rather than the current minimalistic design choice that most people with a good salary choose), or maybe it’s just because of your background you had always had to rely on things that were either hand-me-downs from family or already used and pre-loved. Either way, it gave you the keen eye of appreciating the little things in older appliances. It also gave you a weird sense of anemoia, imagining how much better life was when it was ‘simpler’.

When you first saw Mr. (Ant) Tenna, you immediately recognised him to be Toriel’s old CRT TV. Well, not recognise- more like notice the details that resembled the TV greatly. You had spent a good deal of your time helping Toriel fix that old artifact, occasionally joining her family for special runs during the holidays as well as accompanying Kris and sometimes even Susie when you offered to babysat Kris for the goat mom. Later into the Dark world, it wasn’t hard to piece the clues together for you to realise that he was, in fact, her TV. Additionally, during your whole adventure you had hoped internally as well that he did not remember the times that you had praised his internal wirings and his model, realising now how embarrassing it’d be if he DID remember. Besides all of that, you quite liked the show host! I mean, who can’t resist his charms? Clearly not you. All of the others found him obnoxious, as well as in many instances desperate and insecure. But who doesn’t get insecure, and hell – sometimes desperate! You were always a sucker for watching reruns of old game shows with TV hosts long retired, further supporting your belief that you have an older soul. Additionally, his usage of neon flashing garments as an outfit was surely a questionable choice! One could mistake it as a satire prop costume that was made as a poke to the people out there who try to become big shots. Finally, the thing that stood out to you the most is his expressiveness in not only his face, but his voice as well. His voice was… indeed obnoxious, you can agree with that. You can also agree that he is absolutely horrendous at reading the room, making you question how fast it’d take (if he was a real show host) until he’d get cancelled on the internet for his insensitivity at times. Despite his voice sounding irritating occasionally, it had heavily reminded you of the same way that old TV show hosts would speak, in that exaggerated over-expressive tone that would grip the attention of the viewers (you also quite liked the old speaker-like effect on his voice that he had, even if it did ring your ears sometimes.)

Your point is that you could appreciate the guy and his efforts. However, what you can’t appreciate is the way he had been acting the moment Susie had given him a piece of her mind. Not only by entrapping you temporarily in big gotchy ball containers that had your claustrophobia at an all times high, but also by basically sending his whole company of workers to find you guys. He even referred to you all as “cheaters”. How rude! Also, the thought of a big/tall, TV – headed, unpredictable and desperate man on the loose trying to catch you all does unnerve you to quite a scale. Anyways, you had a job to do, and you were going to do this job damn right well. As you were prepared to turn the corner, your ears catch onto the familiar noise of that obnoxious charming static voice, not close by but still close enough to be able to hear clearly. Crap, you found him, but the room’s a dead end – it’s either all or nothing.

“What do you MEAN you don’t want to capture the cheaters? Have you forgotten who you work for?”

His filtered voice commanded, the majority of the zappers, pippins and shadowguys below him frozen in fear. As he continued rambling, one of the shadowguys perked up mentioning how he didn’t really want to fight the lightners. The others chimed in, before briefly being shut down by the TV host.

“Hmm… well, from what I remember – you guys are all abided to work with me as per says on THESE contracts! So, unless you want to get fired, you better find those lovely little lightners before they get away- “However, as he continues to talk, his speaking slows down slightly, the rambling coming to a small halt with his hands shuffling documents together.

“…These aren’t your contracts.”

Before he could react, he lifts his head up from the paper and witnesses the massive group of employed enemies leave quickly, and Tenna couldn’t help but drop to his knees and reach out to them.

“W-wait! Come back, don’t go!” before then proceeding to stand up and fix his golden tie, an annoyed expression on his face with fake confidence shining. “Fine, FINE!! I don’t need you anyways! I still have others… like, like mike!! Yeah, he’d never leave!”

You could feel yourself starting to get nervous despite the pumping up you did just a few seconds ago. This is going to be the end of me, you thought. Well, it was now or never. His form slightly shrunk as the others left, staring off in space with his screen dimmer than usual as if he was thinking. You clear your throat, a nervous smile present along with your nervous tone evident in your voice.

“Uhm- Hey man, you alrigh-“ His CRT never whipped around so fast, staring in shock. That speechless shock washed away pretty quickly though, as he took a few steps towards you instantly and attempted to put on his regular TVsona in front of you, smiling with an evident faux-brightness. It was one of those fake smiles you saw on celebrities, who try to maintain their usual persona around fans even outside of cameras.

“[Y/N]!! It surely is a wonderful surprise to see you here. Oh, I knew my favourite contestant would come back and play more rounds! Listen, why not bring over your other slippery lightners and we can go back to how things usually ar-“

“You can cut the act, you know.” Your voice hits harder than it should to Tenna, his smile faltering a smidge with his (you think??) eyebrows furrowing to the response. He stays quiet for a moment as [Y/N] continues speaking, maintaining a defensive stance towards the CRT. The gut inside of you churns at the nervous energy of the room, knowing he could at any moment summon one of those fluorescent gotchy balls and just ruin your plan of interrogation. Nonetheless, persistence was high in you.

“I… I’m not here to play more games Tenna, or indulge in your show. I just-“ Your expression turns to a slightly more worried look, taking a small step forward with your head high up and your eyes landing directly onto his screen. “Tenna, why are you doing this?? There- ugh, there must be a reason. Nobody just does this just because. I’d like to believe that you aren’t being this uh, no offense – desperate, just for the laughs and giggles. Is there something wrong?” The clenching of your jaw did not help the feeling of unsureness in you, not knowing how he’d react to your words. Carefulness is key here. One bad word, one wrong move and this interaction could go majorly against you. You’ve already witnessed some of his mood swings, the way he can easily switch from moping and wallowing to energised and bright. One wrong move, and you’d have to get literal children to save you. Fuck no.

He stands there for a moment, the faltering smile evident on his face. It was clear his circuitry was buzzing with thought. Suddenly, he turns his back towards you, shaking just a little bit before standing still once again. Finally, he speaks, and you swear he shrunk slightly just now??

“… I.. I really don’t want to hurt anybody… I just- I just want to be watched you know…” He pauses before continuing, with his hands going behind his back and fidgeting together as a comfort. “I…I’ve been lonely for a very long time [Y/N]. Nobody wants to watch TV anymore – it’s all about streaming services and apps and social media. No matter if I have an audience or not, it seems as if it’s growing… smaller and smaller by the day. I mean-“ He turns around to face you, scaring you slightly yet your footing returns back to where it was again. He wasn’t planning to attack, or do anything. His body language was enough to get your guard down slightly.

“Look at me [Y/N]!! I’m a CRT! My purpose is to entertain, and if I can’t do that… well, I’ll just be thrown away...” His shoulder slumps, his stature shrinking as he looks down with his dimmer screen. “…forgotten, washed up… I don’t want to be thrown out…” You hesitantly approach him, wanting to comfort him but the lingering reminder that he was kind of the guy you were supposed to be running away from stayed on your mind. Seeing as he doesn’t move from his wallowing, you approach him a bit more before getting close enough to nervously pat his back as a way to comfort him. Thoughts were buzzing in the mind, and you swallowed your nervous energy as you softly spoke to him.

“W-well… um, listen dude. I know how it feels to want to be noticed, and not abandoned. But, let me tell you… you’re a CRT! I mean- there will always be people out there who appreciate you. Even if we have new things like email, or apps, or streaming services, nostalgia is a huge driving force. Even if… if your audience isn’t as big as it used to be, you’ll always have an audience no matter what. And those fans are the real fans who, you know, stick around for you.” A small chuckle escapes your lips, smiling at him a little despite him facing away from you as you continued. “I mean- look at me! I’m a great example. I love old things, they’ve all got this… charm, especially technology. In the reflection of those screens - all I see is a piece of history that was at the time well loved and appreciated for the little knicks and knacks that came with it. And well, I think you’re a great TV host, a great entertainer. You sure have made me laugh and smile a lot whilst I’ve been in this dark world, despite all of the… um, other stuff that happened.”

“…You really think so?” he muttered, looking up at you from his shrunken frame. Your head nodded, patting his shoulder additionally. “TV’s not dead, nobody’s STOPPED loving TV, it’s just… not as popular anymore. And that’s okay!! Not everything lasts forever. Doesn’t mean you’ll get forgotten and thrown out though.”

After a moment of speaking, you were worried that you said something wrong… before your gut flipping from the sudden hug he gives you, his stature having grown slightly larger but still only just a bit bigger than you. Your body visibly flinched, before staying at your position and returning the hug hesitantly. The insides in your body were yelling at you to just get out of there, and that he was just going to guilt-trip you into walking yourself into a trap. However, with the way that he hadn’t made anymore hasty movements, and the small buzz of his screen next to your ear was calming in an odd, nostalgic way. You just patted his back awkwardly, surprised at how heavy he felt despite being much smaller than he usually is. Well, it’s not that surprising considering he’s made primarily out of metal. A couple awkward minutes go by as you just provide him silent comfort to prevent him from losing it, before his droopy antenna’s suddenly perked up, a gasp leaving his mouth and he places his hands on your shoulder in order to bring himself up again. In an instance he grew much bigger, the weight throwing you off slightly but you kept your balance.

“HAHA [Y/N] I GOT IT!!” He barked out happily, looking at you with a big bright smile. Well, that was a switch in mood alright. You looked at him confused and surprised, eyebrows raised and a nervous smile on your agape lips. “…Huh???”

“[Y/N]… My lovely lovely [Y/N]!! You’re a real charmer you know that? A real smooth talker! You and your attention and your charms are the main reason why you’re my STAR contestant!” His antenna’s twitched slightly as his famous smile was on brand. “How about we make a deal together?” You look at him slightly suspicious, raising one of your eyebrows as you replied hesitantly. “Uh, what exac-“

“Alright alright, I won’t take this opportunity to capture you, but in return I need you to at least convince your lightner friends into going back to the game show! Does that sound good? I trust you and your skills to turn their minds around.” He pats my shoulder confidently, fixing his tie with a small smile and patting his suit to flatten out the creases. With fidgety hands and your eyes avoiding his screen, you think for a moment, the CRT’s playful humming filtering out of my mind as he waits for your response. It couldn’t hurt for you right? You could just give a feeble attempt or tell your friends about what the deal is and ask them to pretend as if you DID try to convince them… Well, you never liked lying. It wouldn’t be good if you lied, especially if it meant hurting his feelings. A sigh left your mouth, your hands going to the pockets of your outfit as you gazed on him again with a small smile. “Yeah, alright. I’ll try.”

The TV host lifted his arms up into the air, beaming happily. He was finally back to his usual self, the bright and charismatic Mr. (Ant) Tenna that you knew. “Splendid! Oh I knew I could agree with somebody like you [Y/N]!” Suddenly, you felt his gloved hand usher you, pushing you lightly against your back towards where you first came from, hurryingly urging you to go. “Now hurry! We mustn’t waste anymore time, the watch is ticking!”

“Okay! Okay! I’m going!” You claim, chuckling at his attituded before speed walking quickly to the point of the hallway that made a turn. Before you disappear out of his sight, you look back at him, seeing the TV man looking at you and ushering you to go by waving his hands, before waving back at him and simply telling him : “Take care Tenna.” Your figure disappears from Tenna’s vision, and his figure stands there on the spot for a moment with his hands behind his back. His expression turns to a worry, as one of his gloved hands come up to fidget with his antennae with the lingering thought in his mind being “… Did I make a mistake?”

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Credit to strangergraphics for the super cool divider!

Another A/N: hope that wasn't too bad for my first oneshot in ages. I need him in a jar

[softascottontail]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 — ꨄ

featuring the demon brothers !!! — gn reader — my headcanons !!! — red text in brackets = spoilers , dw it’s very clear what the spoilers are for !!! + it’s only like one minor spoiler — wc. 1.4k

ꨄ — lucifer : quality time

lucifer loves to spend time with you. this man canonically has separation anxiety mind you !!! he’d send you a random text like “come to the music room” after a long day, or he’d come up to you while you were spending time with the other brothers & tell ask you to go to his room tonight. you rush to his room, expecting to have an important and urgent conversation as he’d made it sound, only to find lucifer sitting on his sofa, a glass of wine in his unusually bare hand and another glass in front of the sofa across from him, as a calming tune plays on the music player.

if you mention the way he had made his request sound so urgent he’d simply say: “what? aren’t i allowed to spend time with my little lamb anymore?” a cheeky smirk plastered on his face.

you would end up talking to him for hours, and the next thing you know, he had somehow convinced you that walking to your room is too much for your little human body to bear this late into the night, so you found yourself warm in the comfort of his bed and his arms as you drifted off to sleep.

ꨄ — mammon : gift giving

what convinced me that mammon’s love language is gift giving is that one devilgram story (mammon at the office) where he worked his ass off to save up for a matching watch for mc ໒꒰ྀི o̴̶̷̤ ︹ o̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀིა !!! the fact that he didn’t ask money from others like he usually does (apparent from how much debt he canonically has), ‘cuz he actually wants the gift to come from an authentic place !!! it makes it so much more meaningful <///3 and he thinks that the hard work is all worth it if it’s for you !!!

the way the first thing he thinks to do when he receives a batch of money is to take mc out on a date :( he would absolutely spoil you with anything you have your eyes on. you’d be hanging out with him, casually whining about that one thing you really want as you scrolled mindlessly through your phone. the next day, he’ll show up on your door with the exact thing in his hands !!! he def loves surprising u.

ꨄ — leviathan : quality time

levi’s favorite thing is holing up in his room and playing video games. but you rivaled against these, threatening to take their spot on the number one thing that he loves. but why deny himself both?

levi loves it when you come to his room & play games with him for hours. he used to be so used to being alone in his room, mindlessly playing the next video game he had bought. but now, his room would feel so empty without your presence in it.

it’s stupid and cringe, but levi never really cared about that sort of stuff, but you’re his player 2 !!! back then, he’d read summaries of different games. they piqued his interest. he was about to add it in his cart, before he realized it was a game that can only be played by two people. he was left disappointed before deleting the game out of his cart. he basically beamed when he realized that he can play those strictly co-op games he had to drop now that he has you. he immediately jumped to akuzon and bought every single co-op game he wanted to play but was never able to. and adding a few new ones too ! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

ꨄ — asmodeus : physical touch

this was a given. we all know that asmo’s love language is physical touch. he just can’t help it !!! whenever he sees you still sleepy in the morning, your hair so messy, he just has to give you headpats !!! it feels like a crime not to !!!

or whenever you two are out together. walking side by side. your hands would touch and i swear to you it would send electrical shocks from the tips of his fingers to his heart. yes, he seems to always have it together, but asmo’s good at performing, right? his heart would thump just from the littlest touches and he can’t help but to intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand in his, feeling it click! like a piece of a puzzle connecting. it might be dramatic, but asmo never denied his love for the dramatics, it’s just who he is.

or when you’re acting oh so obliviously and unintentionally cute. how can he not want to give you a tight hug? his feelings are so explosive that he feels like the closest thing that would do his feelings any justice is to let you feel it, literally. physically.

ꨄ — satan : words of affirmation / acts of service

oh satan the man that you are. satan is a textbook gentleman. he has a way with his words. very direct and shameless when it comes to his expression of his love for you. a romantic at heart, at least ever since he’d met you, that is. a romantic at his core, and he can’t think why he would ever hide that from you. it is your fault, after all.

he would flirt openly, and sappily, and he would not bat a single eye ! he’d write you letters, poems. if he were to gift you something, he’ll take the time to stick a sticky note on it, just a cute lil’ message on it ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ he’d give u books & when u open it, you’ll see them fully annotated. i’m talking written little stuff on the margins, color coded tabs / highlights & all !!!

ꨄ — beelzebub : acts of service

BEEL OUR SWEET BOY 💔 he will always ask you for what you want whenever he’s out in madame scream’s. he’d get u your favorite snack whenever he’s out in the convenient store.

if you get sick, or you’re having a bad day, he’d show up on your door with aaaall of your favorite food / snacks. he would put it neatly in a basket, and he’d be the person to make you a bowl of soup or even try to bake for you !!! anything to make you feel happy <3

he would absolutely give you amazing massages. beel is a big boy. & i trust he knows kinesiology & thus he’ll know what to do whenever your body is exhausted or isn’t really working with you. he’d be such a huge help, asking you just lay down so he could help you feel better. he’d even put a snack right beside you just in case! you’d feel ten times better after you feel his firm hands massaging your tense muscles. he’d note the way your body relaxes and melts onto his hands. seeing u feel good makes him v happy too. his big & rough hands, handling you so softly and cautiously. just a total teddy bear :(

ꨄ — belphegor : physical touch

people think asmo is clingy? wait ‘til they see how belphie clings to u whenever u two are alone. he will sleep on every part of your body (lol).

once, lucifer had insisted that belphegor actually try to study since finals are coming, and though his grades are not to be undermined, he should still at least study to be safe. belphie agrees, on the condition that you tutor him. so you do. you were studying together. the night was getting darker and you’d been studying for hours on end. you yourself was growing sleepy, so you couldn’t even blame belphie when his head started to sway and bump against your shoulder multiple times, before settling comfortably on it, nuzzling it beforehand.

it doesn’t even need to be a coincidence, he would just directly ask you to be his pillow (verbatim) because it’s the best way to sleep according to him. he would “borrow” your thighs, setting his head so cozily on your lap as if it was as comfortable as a pillow (or even more). or when you hung out with him and beel in their room. you ended up sleeping in his bed, you’ll be vast asleep when you felt something tickling your neck. sleepily opening your eyes, you’d find belphie’s head on your chest. and if you chose to sleep in beel’s bed? oh, he’d climb right up and slither his arms around your waist without saying a word. it was a little cramped, but how could you deny such an adorable gesture? the next day you wake up with his arms still right where it was when you had fallen asleep. his mouth snoring softly as his warm breath fans and tickles the back of your neck.

a/n: ahhh i finished writing this at 3 am 😭😭😭 it’s storming really hard outside and my eyes are starting to hurt but it was rlly fun to finally write again :-) i hate writing / reading ooc characters so i hope i did your faves justice !!! 😭🙏🏼

[satisfyingshark]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　science with shockwave!

[rcbdo]

mess it up

sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu x f!reader

part four - masterlist

word count: 1,561

tw: implied history of abuse, injury - mention of blood

It was late in the evening when Sakusa Kiyoomi finally woke up. He reached over and found Atsumu’s side of the bed cold and undisturbed. He rolled his eyes; the idiot was probably still at the gym, undoubtedly pushing himself too far. Atsumu rarely took matters of health and wellbeing seriously, much to Sakusa��s chagrin.

A pleasant aroma had filled the apartment. As Sakusa rubbed his eyes, he picked up on rustling sounds coming from the kitchen. Maybe Atsumu was home after all.

Sakusa slipped on his sweatpants before making his way down the hall. Sure enough, something was being prepared. The savory aroma seemed to awaken Sakusa’s appetite; he hadn’t eaten much today. He smiled softly at the humming coming from around the corner.

He took another step forward, then froze.

It wasn’t Atsumu.

It was you.

He frowned, frustrated to find himself alone with you again. It’s not that he didn’t like you; in fact, he was surprised how much you had grown on him in these past weeks. No, it was the longing within him that frustrated him. He was finally happy. He loved Atsumu and the life they had built together. But something in him yearned to reach out to you, to be something more. And that terrified him.

Lost in his own thoughts, Sakusa didn’t think to announce his presence. You turned, and shrieked in surprise.

Sakusa started as well, first at your scream, then at the sound of the wine glass you held shattering across the floor.

After glaring down at the mess, his eyes returned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I’m so—” you began.

“What the hell?” Sakusa snapped, trying to control his temper. It was an accident, he knew that. But he was sick, and tired, and now had this mess to deal with.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, shrinking further back. “I’m really sorry. I’ll clean this up now.”

You crouched down and began to pick up pieces of broken glass. Sakusa noticed you trembling. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to startle you so badly.

He exhaled, taking a moment to compose himself. “Here, let me help,” he said as he stepped into the small space.

“It’s ok, I’ve got it,” you said, your voice strained.

Sakusa continued forward, reaching his longer frame over you to pick up a towel from the counter.

“No!” you cried out as he loomed over you. Sakusa watched, horrified, as you hurried to scramble away from him. Right through the shattered glass.

He froze. Again. His mind was racing, but he could seem to form coherent thoughts.

You were huddled in the corner now, clutching your wounded hand against your chest. Tears began to slip down your face, but your eyes never left him.

“Why did you—are you ok?” he finally managed to ask.

“I’m sorry. Just give me a second. I’ll clean it up,” you replied meekly.

“It’s ok,” Sakusa said softly, crouching down to your level. “Can I look at your hand? That looks pretty bad.”

You looked down at your hand, eyes widening as if you were just now registering the injury. Blood had already begun to drip down your forearm.

“It’s ok,” Sakusa repeated, feeling like he was talking down a skittish animal. “I have a first aid kit, but you may need stitches. Can I take a look?”

He inched himself forward, but you immediately flinched. He paused, not knowing what to do. Were you really that scared of him?

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, then rushed past him and down the hall before he could register what was going on.

He jumped up to follow you, but heard the bathroom door shut and the lock click.

Still, he tried the doorknob. Sakusa called your name, knocking gently on the door.

“Please. I just want to help.”

No response.

Sakusa paced back in forth in front of the door. He tried to get you to respond a few more times, to no avail. He then glanced back and noticed drops of blood on the floor. Should he break down the door? What if you lost too much blood and passed out?

As Sakusa’s thoughts began to spiral, he knew he had to act. He ran back to the bed room and grabbed his phone, calling Atsumu. You were his friend, his ex, after all. He would know what to do.

No answer.

Sakusa dialed again.

Still no answer.

He tried a third time and felt like throwing his phone against the wall at the sound of Atsumu’s stupid voicemail greeting.

My name is Miya Atsumu. I’m your favorite volleyball player’s favorite volleyball player. And I’m serving exactly what you are. Cu—*beep*

“Atsumu, call me back as soon as you get this,” Sakusa seethed, then hung up to text him the same message. Atsumu was notorious for neglecting his phone during practice. Who knows when he would respond. Sakusa had to figure something else out.

Osamu was his second choice, but he was all the way back in Hyogo. Sakusa pinched the bridge of his nose and made another call.

“Hey cuz!” Motoya answered cherrily. “What’s up?”

“Hi. Do you have Suna’s number?” Sakusa asked, cutting straight to the chase.

“Uh, yeah. I can text it to you. Is everything ok?” Motoya asked warily.

Sakusa hesitated. The situation felt like something you wouldn’t want shared with strangers, but he was in way over his head. He needed guidance, and he trusted Motoya. He quickly relayed the situation, keeping his voice low so you wouldn’t overhear.

“Shit, that does sound bad,” Motoya replied, “Good call on reaching out to Suna, he always has his phone on him. I’ll text you his number and let him know to get in touch with you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Sakusa sighed, feeling relieved to have a plan coming together.

“Of course. Do you need me to come over?” Motoya offered.

“No, not right now. I don’t want to make it worse,” Sakusa answered.

There was a pause, then Sakusa phone buzzed as Suna’s contact information came through.

“There’s Suna’s number,” Motoya said, “And Omi—I know you’re trying, but be gentle with her, ok?”

Sakusa’s heart clenched. Even Motoya, a complete stranger to you, showed more compassion than he had been able to.

“Yeah. Thanks again,” Sakusa said before hanging up. He slumped against the wall and took a deep breath, glancing back at the closed door. You still hadn’t emerged, or made a single sound for that matter.

Before Sakusa could spiral further, his phone began to vibrate.

“This is Saku–”

“What did you do?” Suna Rinatoru asked harshly.

“I don’t know!” Sakusa snapped, then quickly lowered his voice. “I don’t know. I startled her, then tried to help clean up a broken glass and startled her again. She literally crawled through the glass to get away from me, Suna. Now she’s locked herself in the bathroom, and Atsumu won’t answer his goddamn phone, and I don’t know what to do!”

“Fuck, ok, calm down,” Suna replied, his tone much softer, “I’m leaving now, I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Can you slide your phone under the door? Or put me on speaker?”

“Yeah, I can put you on speaker,” Sakusa said as he stumbled towards the door. He knocked gently, then set his phone down.

“Hey, Baby,” Suna said, using the nickname Sakusa didn’t have the courage to employ himself. “I’m coming over, alright. You doing ok?”

The silence between the two men was thick.

“Uh...can she hear me?” Suna asked.

“I think so,” Sakusa whispered back. He could hear the sounds of the city in the background as Suna made his way towards the train station.

“Hmm. Oh! One tap on the door for you’re ok, two taps for you’re not ok,” Suna suggested. Sakusa held his breath, hoping you would answer. Hoping that you were ok, and not bleeding out alone on the floor. He needed you to be ok so he could fix this.

Tap tap tap

Sakusa straightened up, then looked down at his phone.

“Did I hear three taps?” Suna asked.

“Yeah. What does that mean?” Sakusa asked.

“I dunno man, I didn’t make up a code for three knocks. Babes, you lose too much blood in there?”

Tap tap

“Should I take that as no you didn’t lose too much blood or no you’re not ok?” Suna asked worriedly.

Tap

“Ask yes or no questions,” Sakusa huffed.

“You ask them, man! You’re there,” Suna snapped back, “Geez, she was probably telling you to fuck off.”

Tap

Sakusa’s eyes widened. Suna chuckled over the phone.

“Baby’s got jokes, then. Sakusa, I’m hanging up and getting on the train. I’ll be there in a few minutes. It’s gonna be ok.”

Sakusa ended the call, then stared at his reflection in the blank screen. He realized how intensely his brows were knitted, which probably wasn't helping his pounding headache. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself before even more chaos ensued.

In the silence of the apartment, Sakusa hoped. He hoped Suna could help you. He hoped Atsumu would come home and smooth things over. He hoped you would be ok. But most of all, he hoped he hadn't irrevocably messed up what was between you before it even had a chance to start.

[amourluvie]

hello, can u do kissing headcanons with laughing jack? would he be sorta touchy while kissing?

Hi!! Ofc i can<3 I tried my best to not make this NSFW bruh 😭

Kissing headcanons with laughing jack !

includes - laughing jack

.𓊆 ♡ 𓊇 #notes. pls tell me if this is nsfw-ish so I can make it fully sfw..

- first things first,he's actually kinda touchy when kissing you like he will be gripping your waist like it's the end of the world 😭

- your first kiss...was interesting to say the least.

- like you just walked up to him,held his head gently,and then boom slammed your head with his instead of slamming your lips against his😭 and yes you also got a minor injury in your forehead because of his long and pointy ass fuckass nose

- but yea in the end it was all worth it because this time,you planted a soft,gentle and sweet kiss on his black tinted lips carefully,

- Jack's obesessed with kissing you 24/7 ever since.

[cepheusgalaxy]

writing masterpost

Espada Masterlist

Child soldier series about a girl named Espada. They're quiet. And docile. And obedient. And good. And fine. She's fine guys :))

OC whump Masterlists:

Kaiki | Meine | Aiden

I put together some fics/drabbles about the same character together, since most of them don't have otherwise a masterlist for themselves.

Febuwhump Masterlist

Of 2024 and 2025! Febuwhump, a whump community multi-media, month-long prompt event is hosted in february at @/febuwhump. Here is the masterpost of all my writing (and art) for it so far!

Drabble Masterlist

For all my drabbles that don't belong to any story in particular, or the ones that do but whose stories don't really have a masterlist themselves. Everything that isn't in any of the other masterlists basically.

PSFUR Masterlist

Discontinued and pretty old. About a young person trying to navigate life amidst the French Revolution that I tried writing two years ago? Three? Original in PT-BR.

WIP Masterpost . OC Intros . OC Directory

[deeranon]

The Secret Language of Mondstat

I believe this flower fits you perfectly.

A rose?

Yes.

Do you know what a rose represents in Mondstat?

I don’t believe I do.

They represent the saying ‘as wine bottles are corked, so too my lips are sealed.’

I see.

Then I believe I do not deserve this rose.

But you do.

To me, you shall always deserve it.

@idkfitememate Furina thoughts are coming back to haunt me. I might just draw this post later.

[catfuyus]

Baji knows when you want a kiss just from the way you look at him.

All mystified and lips slightly parted. Gazing into his eyes and holding his stare for a second longer than you usually do.

He doesn’t play along. Never does, not when he gets to see how cute you get the longer he waits.

Longing stare turning desperate, you clutch onto his arm or wrap your arms over his shoulders. You’re needy. And he likes it. But he likes it more when you beg.

“Keii…” you whine out as you come around to sit in his lap as he takes a seat.

He keeps his expression neutral. Innocent. Cant let on how much fun he’s having toying with you.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His hands wrap around the globes of your ass, pulling your closer to his chest from where you’re seated on his thighs.

He’s never shy about where he puts his hands. Anywhere on your body any time of the day. Not when you’re his. Not when every part of you belongs to him.

“Hmm?” He hums and tilts his head when you don’t answer. Waiting patiently to pry out the words from you.

“Need a kiss…” you whisper, pressing your forehead onto his, eyes fixed on his lips.

“Aww…” he coos with a devilish smirk, “is my baby feeling needy?”

“No,” you whine with a pout. You’re so petulant. So reluctant to voice just how you feel about him. It’s not as if you spent the whole morning with him kissing and doing so much more in his bed.

“No?” He chuckles, running his hands slowly over your thighs and around your waist. “Then I guess you don’t need a kiss then.”

“Keii,” you whine and grind your hips into his, hands splaying on his chest as you lean in closer.

He chuckles as you plant a small kiss on his neck.

“Tell me that you’re needy then. Tell me that you need me.”

You grumble in frustration as you shift on his lap, pulling back just enough to admire his face through your pout. “I need you, Kei. I need you.”

[rosesnbooks]

🩷Cancer placements🩷

disclaimer: i am not a professional and these are some observations i've read over the years and/or noticed in people i know♋

🐚Sun in cancer-they feel things deeply, and they're both vulnerable and strong because of it. people tend to underrestimate them a lot and this frustrates them. nevertheless, if well-developed, they are strong and loving people. family plays an important role in their lives, there is a certain attachment they cannot escape, nor do many of them want to. they don't reveal their true selves to the public completely because they want to uphold a certain image and protect their heart. when they try to use their emotions for creative outlets, they excell in it since their style is raw and imaginative: once they express this side of them, you'll feel their emotions like you're experiencing them too. they can hold grudges and be passive aggressive at their worst. because it takes them time to process things, who knows how long it would take for them to forgive someone. they can be so kind that it melts you completely and catches you off guard. it's so easy to love them. may be quite impressionable so they need to watch out for that

🐚Moon in cancer-very sensitive, caring, giving, and emotional. they are indeed intuitive, but they tend to come up with false impressions/conclusions because they lead with their emotions, which clouds their intuition. they love profoundly and they romanticize love a lot. it means a lot to them and therefore, it is one of their main focuses in life. they tend to idealize their crushes though. once people realize how kind they actually are, some of them try to use them. others appreciate their affections greatly. they can be ambitious when they put their mind to it. creative outlets help them explore their emotions in ways they maybe couldn't process on their own, which makes them satisfied and happy. they are very nostalgic and collect things that remind them of certain memories and people. it takes time for them to get over things and it impacts them heavily, which is why they need to have the right support around them and they need to focus on themselves in such times.

🐚Ascendant/rising in cancer-you can tell that they're cancer rising because they seem kind and sensitive, and their gaze is usually soft. they have a sweet smile too. they try to keep up with their good manners, even when they're not a fan of the person they're talking to. people tend to underestimate them because of this, which might provoke them to change their image (make it darker/more serious) if under-developed. they care about their family image in public and keeping well connections with relatives. they usually have a romantic or academic fashion style, just something that I noticed. very charming individuals who like to idealize a lot and see the best in people. also, i think that their personality is visible once they start talking to you, but their resting face may not be approachable always lol

🐚Mercury in cancer-their memory is outstanding. they just tend to memorize anything, and if you're someone really close to them, they'll use this memory to show just how much they care about you. they have an emotional way of thinking so they do take everything personally. they can jump to conclusions because of this, even if their intuition tells them otherwise. they tend to doubt themselves and their abilities even though they are really smart and capable. if developed, they can use their logical and emotional side to lead a conversation healthily. for example, they can express how they feel and if they think you're worthy of their respect, they'll approach the topic carefully so that they don't hurt you. they are really careful with words in this scenario. however, if they feel very wronged or if you talked to them while they were in a vulnerable state, they'll snap and say hurtful things because they know which buttons to push, but they feel awful afterward if they care about you. other than that, there is so much to learn from these loving individuals because they are so complex and they have a lot to give. lastly, they need to be more optimistic and not expect the worst. sometimes missed opportunities are what one needs to gain something even better later on, but yeah sometimes bad things happen too but that's a part of life. don't dwell too much on things you can't control

🐚Venus in cancer-they would give everything for their partner. they are very romantic and love their partner no matter what. that being said, they sometimes tolerate too many things due to love. this is a cliche, but most of these people want a family of their own one day, or at least a found family. they like to take care of the people they love and be there for them. they have a lot to give and not all people are like that, so it probably takes them more time than they'd like to admit to find the one who is right for them. they fantasize about romance a lot and probably have an idea of a partner they'd like. their person would have to pay lots of attention to them and accept their strong emotions without shaming them. they also need to make sure that no matter how many yeard they spend together, they should go on dates and cherish each other. venus in cancer may love cheesy and personal romantic gestures-something that is timeless but also lets the person know that they care about them. at their worst, this placement can be aggressive and manipulative, so they need to look out for that

🐚Mars in cancer-they remember everything you ever said or done, so be careful if you want to mess with them. they are really smart and ambitious, they have dreams that they wish to achieve one day and despite the obstacles they face, they have good discipline and therefore, they manage to succeed in the things they worked hard for. they can be very passive-aggressive if you disappoint them because they expect you to understand them on a deeper level since they try to do the same for the people they love. seriously, people don't talk enough about how dedicated they are to their dreams and loved ones. they can be very rational and logical, which blends amazingly with their sensitive and intuitive side (lots of empathy as well). make sure you let them know how much you love them with actions and words if you want a healthy relationship of any kind with this placement. they want people around them who make them feel safe and loved, just like family. anything less than that isn't enough

🐚Saturn in cancer-they get carried away by their emotions often, and cannot hide it really well. many people don't/didn't cherish their kindness and selflessness which hurts them greatly. they need to stand up for themselves because if they do not, they may harbor a lot of resentment which could lead to bad outcomes with those they love. wearing your heart on your sleeve and wanting the best for everyone is not a weakness, but please take care of your heart because you deserve it too. this placement can be quite intense when angry. their family has a strong influence on their life, whether good or bad. nevertheless, at least one family member is super important to them, possibly even the most important person in their life.

🐚Jupiter in cancer-they thrive best when they are true to themselves and their feelings-especially when they are not ashamed of them and simply accept them. they are very caring and thoughtful, it's addicting to be around them. besides their emotional intelligence, they are very smart in general and this helps them so much in life. their connections can be really strong and beneficial. they may be quite spiritual and interested in such topics. astrology could also be one of their passions because they could excel in it and understand it easily. may have strong connections with their family, whether one member or several (or many haha). could also have strong connections with their past and ancestors, just something i've read once.

thank you for reading this, and i'm looking forward to your feedback🩷

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summary 𖦹 izuku calls katsuki by his government name & everyone’s hearts stop beating

contents 𖦹 crackfic? not really fluff not angst? idk what this is it’s just pretty silly & nothing heavy, warning for mineta & mineta yearning for izuku (everyone hates him dw)

a/n 𖦹 idk who but someone said izuku would probably stop calling katsuki kacchan and so i made this little thing to cope w the leaks lmao idk what this is but if you guys like it i might make it a whole fic about the leaks who knows !!! (pls go easy on me i’ve never written mha and it’s been a while since i’ve written so it might b ass </3)

wc 𖦹 683

“Alright, everybody, drink up!” Denki raised his glass up high and the others followed his lead with a cheer. Even though they booked a private room, the room was still filled with chatter. It had been sometime since the class came together. There was always someone who couldn’t come, so when their schedules finally lined up they couldn’t possibly pass up the chance for a reunion.

Sero put his glass back down after gulping down his water. “How’s teacher life treating you, Midoriya?”

Izuku wiped his mouth with the back of his closed hand and put down his drink with a smile. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep their behaviors in check, but turns out they listen to me better than I expected!”

Ochako hummed. “I heard you’re teaching Kota now!”

Bakugou scoffed. “Yeah, right. Little brat glares at me more than he listens to the lectures.” He leaned back in his chair.

“If you didn’t come so often it wouldn’t be such a reoccurring problem…” Izuku mumbled.

Bakugou turned his head to Izuku in disbelief.

Izuku just raised an accusatory brow.

“Oh!” Mina interrupted. “Wasn’t there picture of you spotted on the window of the UA school building?”

Jirou bursted into laugher. “No way.”

Denki’s face almost lit up. “Show it to me right now.”

Bakugou’s face warmed up as he glared at Mina. “I will kill all of you.”

Mina, who was already scrolling on her phone with a smile, dropped her phone on the table and put her hands up. “Okay, okay! Let’s not do that.”

Bakugou huffed.

“If you wanna see it search ‘Bakugou third floor UA building,’” she whispered quickly.

Bakugou snapped his head to Mina, but she was looking around the room while whistling.

“Noted!” Denki said after he jotted it down in his notes app and put the phone back down.

Sero laughed. “How often does he come by?”

“Once too often,” Todoroki chimed in before taking a gulp of his drink.

“And how’d you know that?!” Bakugou leaned forward to look past Izuku.

“I read the news everyday. I see one of this pretty much once every week,” Todoroki said a matter-of-factually as he put his drink back down.

Bakugou flinched.

Izuku smiled awkwardly in between them. “Kacc-” He shook his head. “I mean, Katsuki helps me out a lot, so I’m not complaining at all! And the class loves him anyway, so it’s not a real problem.”

Silence filled the room.

Hagakure let out a noise and slapped her mouth to silence it.

Izuku only blinked in confusion as he looked around to all the blank and shocked faces. “What?”

He looked to his right to see Katsuki’s horrified face.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard Izuku call Bakugou by his real name,” Tokoyami was the first one to interrupt the silence.

Mineta sat straighter so all of his face appeared above the table. “Does this mean I have a cha-”

Shouji pushed his head back down.

Izuku chuckled awkwardly as he continued looked at all of their faces. “I- It’s just— We’re adults now, so I thought it’d be weird to call Kacc-” He shook his head again. “Kat-su-ki, by the nickname I chose when we were 5!”

Izuku heard a gagging sound next to him.

Another shaky scream could be heard, but this time it was Aoyama’s.

Izuku scratched his neck. “It sounds too childish anyway, I don’t want to embarrass you, Ka- Katsuki,” He looked to Bakugou again whose face hasn’t changed.

The entire room waited for his response, the silence engulfing it once again.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Katsuki said and scrambled away.

Izuku reached for him, but he slipped out of his hand. “Wai- Kacchan-!” He called out for him. “I mean-! Ugh, this is hard…”

“I think you broke him,” Denki said.

Mineta raised his face above the table. “Gang, be honest, do I have a chance-”

The silence broke as everyone groaned.

“Oh my God,” Momo said.

“Please read the room,” Iida scolded.

“Shut up, Mineta!” Everyone else exclaimed.

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