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Our Gentle Sins: Part 17

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Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Chapter summary: Past. You think back to your fears of hell. Present. How Logan learns.

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religious trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

EXTRA WARNING: Near suicide attempt and graphic gore

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Logan took a big whiff of your hair, thumbing away the tears.

"There we go, sweet doll. It's over now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" When you don't answer, you felt his fingers press into your stomach just a bit more. "Was it?"

"N-no..." A pit in your stomach deepens, and you hurt… it all hurts, and all you want right now is to be held. It’s sick, wanting it from Logan, but despite yourself you find yourself leaning back against him.

"I'm so sorry it happened this way, but you're gonna be quiet, right? Not gonna tell Charles or anyone, not when you got as wet as you did, right?"

Your heart falls into that pit in the middle of you. Visions flash of every time you tried to reach out, every time you wanted to get help with Mark… the doctor who said you were responsible for your miscarry, the police man who asked what you did that made him put your head through the wall, your mom reminding you to keep sweet and obey… If Charles looked in your head, and even the thought was humiliating, he’d see that you got wet, that your body betrayed you because it was Logan. Of course you wanted him… but not like this.

You shake your head, no. No one can ever no. Not Charles, not Scott. Scott would kill him, hands down, he’d been waiting for a reason… Not Remy, never Remy. Remy would try to hurt Logan, and Logan would slash him to pieces.

No more blood would be spilled because of you. You’d done enough. Memories of the lives you took in cold blood, the smell of iron and the coppery taste in your mouth from your husband's head exploding on you filled your senses. Your ears rang, your bad ear echoing the feeling from when you’d shot the gun, a silencer but no hearing protection, giving yourself tinnitus, Hank said it was. That should’ve been enough, that should’ve been it. You killed Mark for what he’d done to you, for killing your baby, you should’ve been satisfied. But no, you had to go on, you had to kill more innocent people. Not even trying to save your sister from teen marriage through the authorities, you kill every adult involved, then turn the gun on yourself.

And you almost do it. You almost shoot, the gun trembling in your hands, but the cross on the wall catches your eye. The reason you don’t pull is not out of hope. You don’t hope for things to be better, but fear. If you kill yourself now, you go to hell. If you stay alive, maybe, just maybe, you can make a net positive for yourself, and still get into heaven. The gun drops to the ground as you do to your knees, screaming to god for forgiveness on the floor next to your marital bed.

Then you pack what you can, the little money you have, and run away, taking buses wherever they were going until you find yourself in New York state 2 days later.

Charles said he felt you calling, felt the pure agony when you reached New Salem completely lost and exhausted and out of money. It was Remy he sent to get you, and when the strange, handsome man with red eyes came, you thought he was the devil. He turns out to have been your savior and your best friend.

As Logan nuzzles his face into your neck, you're reminded that you used to trust Logan the way you trust Remy. You brought Logan here, to your bedroom, on a few occasions just like Remy was sometimes allowed. You wonder if Remy was waiting for his chance.

For a while, Logan is in bliss. He’s finally got you, his Dolly, in his arms and in bed. It was good, life was good and you and him would be together forever. No one was going to get in his way, not Jean, not Scott, no one. He’d kill them, he’d kill for you, he’d die with you in that’s what it took.

Logan wished he’d taken you out of your dress, that he’d taken his time but there was no time, was there? He needed you, and you needed him, your body calling to him. It was fate. It was God. It was biology. It was whatever it needed to be for him to slide inside you and claim your body as his.

From underneath him, Logan heard soft singing. Singing was anything but uncommon for you, the gentle song of Lift High the Cross often echoed out of the kitchen, Here I Am, Lord while you grade papers, or Holy, Holy Holy down the halls of the school. Logan remembered hearing that one in church growing up. From the memories coming back together, Logan didn’t think his family was particularly religious, although it was certainly hard to escape completely during the Second Great Awakening, and Holy Holy Holy came out of that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know secular music, because sure, sometimes he heard you humming along to the radio or bumbling through ones you knew enough, especially after you’d been at the school a few months. It was impossible to escape pop music completely, even being homeschooled.

What he didn’t expect was to hear you singing Landslide.

It was quiet, so quite a few words would come in and out of even his hearing because your voice simply couldn’t speak that quiet, but he knew the song.

“Can the child within my heart rise above?”

“Dolly?” Logan tried to talk to you, but you just stared off into space, looking at the candles you and him were supposed to make today. Concerned, Logan pushed himself up a bit, the heavy weight of his body met with a deep breath, and he wondered if you couldn’t breathe under him. Still, without him there you wrap your arms around yourself, and you look so lonely, Logan manhandles you both onto your sides. You don’t stop singing.

“Take my love…. Take it down…”

He pulls you into a tight hug, letting you sing until the two of you fall asleep.

After

Logan heard a knock on the door early in the morning. Thinking it was Scott ready to accuse him of hurting you again, he flung open the door angrily, only to find Kurt. The elf looked nervous, wringing his hands together and his tail swishing about.

“Whaddya do’n here so early?” He asked his friend. Logan loved Kurt, him, Wade and Morph were his only real friends here. Kurt would understand him, honestly, if he explained himself. He’d just have to do it better than with Wade… Maybe after Stevie was born.

Kurt was looking down as he spoke. After all these years, he still got nervous about certain things, even with him. “I vas just… checking on you two is all.”

Blood rushed in Logan’s body, senses hightening. He tried to get a sense for what, exactly, Kurt was asking and if he needed to be wary. Who would Wade have told? Certainly not Kurt. Scott, probably… Did he say something to Remy? And Remy talked to Kurt?

“Why would you need to check on us at 6 AM on the weekend? C’mon elf, be straight.”

Logan bent over until he caught his friend's yellow eyes. Finally, he spoke.

“It’s just… Vade. Him and Scott, they were saying some things…”

“And you believed them?”

“No!” Kurt looked straight at Logan now, determination on his face. “I left! They were trying to talk to me and Remy said you did… terrible things to her…” He spoke in a hushed tone, but Logan still glanced over to where you slept. “I don’t know why they talked to us but Scott vanted me there to vouch for you in good faith, and I did! I said you’d never do zat!”

Dread bubbled up in his chest. Wade and Scott were plotting against him, and they wanted Kurt there because if even Kurt turned against him Scott knew he was justified. The fucking coward could never just stand on his shit, needed to be backed in his morals. Well, as Kurt explained what happened it seemed he convinced Remy, and that was going to be good enough. Remy would do anything for you. They were in trouble.

“But I didn’t believe a word, Logan! I don’t care what they say, you are a better man than that”

Logan put his hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Thank you. Scott is still mad about Jean, and listen I don’t blame him… did you know she slept in another room last night?” Logan hadn’t smelled Scott on her when she came to check on Dolly and Stevie; she hadn’t even been in their bed. She always had a distinct smell of their sheets, a mix of perfumes, Scott, shampoos and body washes, when she used to sneak away from her husband in the middle of the night.

He shakes his head. “No, but zats vhat I mean, I don’t think he’s doing well, mein friend. Do not be angry with him, please-”

“Kurt?”

Logan turned around, opening the door to show you in the bed, sitting up. He wasn’t afraid of Kurt seeing you in anything untoward, you dressed modestly even in bed.

Kurt looked into the room, seeing you sit up on the bed. He was so relieved that Logan confirmed he was right. Wade had said he’d admitted it, but Kurt knew you, and you wouldn’t hurt a woman like that, especially not you. He has enhanced night vision, so the half of you he saw, he saw clearly. You looked tired, but that was understandable so far along.

“Hallo Fräulein” Kurt smiled into the dark room, giving a little wave and nod. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Nonono don’t worry!” You begin to sit up, scrambling despite your stomach to go to the table. “I’ll make coffee!”

Kurt waved his hands. “Nein, I must get to the gymnasium, coffee vill make me jittery, danke. I vill see you for lun-” Kurt choked on his words when you turned to face him. A puffy eye, green blue and purple all along that side of your forehead with a small cut topping off the lump. Something was wrong. Something was very fucking wrong.

“Y’alright, elf?” Logan asked, reaching for Kurt to steady him but Kurt just stumbles back more.

“J-ja. I’m fine. Uh, little lightheaded is all. Maybe I should eat first.”

You step closer to the door. “I can cook you someth-”

“Nein! Danke!” He laughs an obviously nervous laugh, sure he’s giving himself away. Wade said he hurt you last night. No one saw it except for Jean and Bobby who were still in bed. There was no way for Wade to know, unless what he said was true, that Logan confessed to hurting you. And if Wade was telling the truth about the physical abuse… did he rape you?

It was all too much; his tail snapped anxiously, the spade scratching his leg.

Logan gave him a funny look he couldn’t decipher, but nodded. “Alright, go get you some food. We’ll be down in a bit. Don’t pass out or noth’n” Kurt smiles, and began to walk away when Logan stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He pulled the younger man into a hug. “I love ya, elf.”

Kurt had a sinking feeling, and when he returned the affections to Logan, he poofed to his room to think it over while the rest of the house slept in.

He heard Scott’s door open and close.

Logan shut the door behind him, turned to you with wide eyes. “We need to leave. Now.”

You blink at him, the coffee pot brewing a fresh cup behind you. Bubble bubble, toil and trouble. “Like… to the store?”

“No.” He went to his closet, pulling out a backpack. “Put everything you need for a days trip in here, then we leave.”

“Logan!”

When he whipped around, the look in his eyes reminded you of last night, and you were frozen in fear. He was scaring you, and you couldn’t let him hurt you again. You got lucky last night with Stevie being safe, you weren’t going to risk it. Painful memories of your miscarraige flooded you, and your hand touches your stomach. This was no time to fight back. This was no time to run. You needed to go along with whatever he was doing for Stevie’s sake. Logan wouldn’t hurt you. Logan wouldn’t hurt Stevie. It’s okay, you needed to trust him… Logan was different.

Right?

“Okay.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “Can I say goodbye to Remy?”

Logan shook his head. “Absolutly not.”

“Please? I won’t say goodbye, just- let me hug him? Something? You got to say it to Kurt…” Just Remy, please… you needed to see Remy… Remy would help you, Remy would help Logan see reason, that whatevers happening you could fix, together!

To your surprise, his face softened, and Logan walks over to gently cup your bruised face. Despite the pain, you lean into him like a nuzzling cat. “No.” Was still his answer. “Pack up, and do not leave this room. I’m getting something from downstairs.” He pinched your cheek, making you gasp in pain. “Do. Not. Leave this room. Okay?”

And you whisper yes, because when he’s like this, you wouldn’t dare.

You pack what you think you might need: prenatal medicine, clothes, lots of socks… you grab warm coats for both of you, because its still May and can be cold out. Middle of May, in fact…

If you were gone more than a week, you’d miss graduation.

Rogue couldn’t be happier with how life had been going. Remy was back, and things had been going GREAT since they’d gotten together. Rogue had some semblence of control over her powers; it wasn’t like she could make out with Remy for long periods, and they couldn’t have sex without a condom, but it was enough that a little skin to skin contact wouldn’t hurt him and they made it work. Boy, did they make it work.

She had her friends, her man, and she’d really come into her own as an X-man. Charles had even said so himself! He was even going to let her present an outstand graduate award when he came back for graduation next week, and she would start teaching, too. Even said she could start leading missions he felt were in her wheelhouse. Yeah, it was good.

“Ah come on!” Jubilee shook on the door handle to the kitchen, but someone had put a padlock on it. “We didn’t even leave it a mess this time!” Sometimes, Scott would lock the kitchen door if the students or kids left it a mess. There was always plenty of food around in other places, no one ever went hungry and if there was something they really wanted to make or grab Scott would unlock it, but it was to teach them responsibility… or something. Sometimes Scott just liked a power trip.

“Just blast it! It wasn’t us!” The lock was all electric, no key needed.

“No way! Scott would like, totally freak out. I’m not being on the receiving end of that! You knows he’s been so weird lately.”

Scott HAD been weird, and so had Logan. Remy had filled her in on everything, of Scott accussing Logan of hurting you and honestly, it seemed like a shitshow. Scott didn’t have any right, but Logan HAD been acting weird. Praying? Logan? Not that suddenly going to church to apease his bride to be was unheard of in the south, and it certainly didn’t equate abuse, but it was a bunch of strange happenings.

“Just blast it, sugah, I’ll take the blame. Ahm stahv’n”

Jubilee looked uncertain, but acquiessed. “Fine, but if he asks, you made me!”

Rogue smiled, standing back as she watched Jubilee fire up and surge the lock, making it fall apart completely.

“Jubes!” Rogue laughs loudly, covering her face in hysterics. “I wanted it unlocked, not destroyed!”

She looked horrified. “Oh my god! What the hell, I’m 24 I should have control by now!”

Feeling a little bad for laughing, Rogue tried to control herself and patted Jubilee on the shoulder as she went for the door. “Relax hun! We all get a lil crazy sometimes. C’mon, let me show yuh how t’make collard greens.”

Jubilee mumbled something about Scott killing her as she looked at her sparkling hands, but catching up to her friend and pushing open the door.

They both saw it at the same time. For a moment, it was hard to make out what it was, the red, fleshy mass on the floor. Then, they realized what, and who, it was. The body, or lack there of, would have been unidentifyable if not for the red sunglasses laying in the pile of sliced up body parts.

Jubilee scream Scotts name, running to him but Rogue caught her, holding her friend back with her super strength. There was nothing she could do, the pieces of bones and organs barely resembled a body shape anymore. Scott was dead, and had been for a few hours. If Jubilee touched him, she’d never get the feeling of her mentors guts off her hands, and Rogue new she had to save the sensitive girl from that, even as she screamed bloody murder.

Bobby came running into the room, asking what happened, but threw up as soon as he saw the horrors on the kitchen floor.

And there was only one person who could have done it.

see guys!!! kurt didnt mean it ;-; he was trying to see for himself, he just accidentally cued him on what was happening and it was an ACCIDENt!!!! leave him ALONE

i think only one chapter left, but lets see how chapter 18 goes? Sometimes, writing the last chapter can be really hard and long and maybe splitting it works best. I ended up splitting up ROF's last chapter, BBTF and I think TWW too? idk that ones been 2 years since writing it. we'll see.

Anyway, for various reasons i plan to re-upload a lot of my stuff and transfer it over to @cosmic-kid-in-motion which will be my new blog, housing both dark and none dark. The reason im sdoing this now (although i've debated it for a year) is because the next logan series i have coming up and this tommy miller series i have planned, both i dont wanna spoil if they are good or dark. i want to keep people guessing ESP the tommy one bc its a bit of a mind fuck what is happening.

I beleive in warning about dark themes if they come, but Its come to the point in this for me that i no longer desire to warn of every little thing. Im sorry, but were grown. Ill never jump scare you with random dark content or suicide or some thing but i might not always be as specific as ive been. i'd like to know you opinions in asks on what you think the best tagging is to avoid spoilers, things you think are necessary etc. I'd like to hear opinions!

there was hoopla a few months ago bc a pal of mine didnt tag a plot twist in her fic. Im sorry that joel and reader didnt end up together but come on. No need to over react LMFAO. im not tagging my spoilers, yall.

anyway, thanks for reading!!!! lmk your thoughts!!!!!

thanks everyone! love you!

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I created this section in Google Docs for every single one of my muses. Below is a link to the symbols I used.

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ARC VS VERSE : every single character gets both an arc and a verse that is undecided. Since you can search by both ARC and VERSE, I felt this would make the most sense. A verse is the overreaching section, so for example, SUPERNATURAL is a show, so it gets its own verse. Now for an ARC, I would be putting different sections in for, say, I want Hope to have a soulless arc, then that would be where that would go. Or say I want Hope to have an arc that she has her humanity off, it would fall under the arc section. It's not a big enough theme for me to make it a whole verse.

I can use the tag of no humanity in an arc repeatedly. Combined with, say, searching my Queen of Nola verse and the arc of no humanity, it should give you all of the information written about her no humanity time in said verse. Above picture shows you how I format my verse posts.

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This is an example of my tags underneath a reply of mine. More will be explained soon about what everything else means.

This is what I used to tag all the different types of calls I make. So someone can click on, say my meme call, and get to like a call for them to be sent memes.

Any reblogged content went here minus the ask memes, but you could very well put ask memes there as well.

This section is anything related to my set up. Now, I have two different blogs (more to come on why I do that later). This kind of shows you how I break things up.

The extra section is really anything that I couldn't figure out where it might go. So promos, scheduled posts, dash games, etc.

This one feels very self-explanatory. Anything that I personally want saved goes here

This section is anything created by me or something I agree with strongly. Graphics are different than my adventures in ps. The first for me is like character edits, while the second one is maybe asking for opinions or showing people what I am excited for.

I'm not a huge talker in the tags person. However, I do find a few things helpful to point out like when something might be triggering, if one should look at a link I put in my replies, making sure that people know to send the whole prompt not just the symbol (in case it takes me a moment to get it done and I need to know what the instructions for the meme was to prevent deleting a meme because all I see is a symbol or word and therefore have no idea which meme it is attached to. Sending the whole sentence is helpful and doesn't require a two-step process like asking for the meme and the link simultaneously. It is also beneficial to tell people to tell me what muse things are for as well, so that way I am not playing a guessing game.

The potentially triggering topic for me is an overall tag for triggers. I do also break it down into say " clowns tw " as well just for blacklisting purposes. However, the blanket tag covers so that say I forget someone is triggered by something and I forgot to tag it, there is a possibility that this might save it a little bit.

This section of tagging is where I get an overview of things. So, say you aren't looking for any muse's writing in particular that you want to see, but you want to see if we are a good fit to write together. Then you might want to see all my writing, which has answered asks, headcanons, drabbles, and interactions in it. Or maybe you only want to see thread interactions, so you'd go to all replies.

Since there might be a lot of tags (depending on if you are a multiuse or not), I recommend using a Google Docs or a draft post to hold all of your tags for easy keeping.

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The two dividers are from two different sources. The thin one was made by theresourcedhunted, and the thick one was made by dividing by underesources. However, I edited it to remove many of the fancy pieces as I wanted something a tad simpler.

To make my gifs centered without editing them, I use THIS blank space / image.

❝ ❞ is what I use for my dialogue around spoken words. ● A tutorial on making adding coloring to your replies faster without going into the HTML, but a single time. You could always use the few colors tumblr has built in for simplicity.

There are about 4 to 5 spaces between my dialogue and the rest of my text. I'm still trying to figure out what I like personally in that department.

To simplify things, if you use a Windows computer to hotkey and streamline some things, I use aText, a Microsoft Store application. All I have to do is enter a specific combo of letters and words to get a unique key or spacing that I set up myself.

【 ✉️ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 】 : this is for any sent messages by my muse. Again, the fancy font is the same one I used in my pinned post. You could use fancy emojis and things. I colored the text of the name and bold it. The actual text is in a small-sized font along with regular normal Tumblr font.

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I personally like to link in headcanons in my replies and things for others to read if needed, share links to songs that might be heard in a reply, or pinterest links to images of maybe the muse's style that is relevant to a reply. I mentioned this in my rules so others know that there will never me links to malware or anything else and is always in good faith.

My formatting doesn't really change for headcanons. I use bolded fonts for the header of each headcanon. Then, bullet points might make it easier for others to find information and read.

every post that I make that isn't a starter tends to follow the same spacing that I mentioned being between my dialogue and using the same bolded font that I always use and was linked above.

Now onto another important thing being what all do I make headers for?

photoshop adventures

liveblogging tv shows

out of character posts

biography post

links section

arcs section

lore post

headcanon post

locations post ● pretty much anything that I think of that could use a title gets a header

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This is what my muse list looks like. All of my stats go to my sideblog. My sideblog's pinned post looks like my pinned post on my main blog. For the title of all fandoms, they are in the same bold heading that I have done thus far.

OPEN . . . means accepting memes & starters without plotting SEMI SELECTIVE . . . means accepting memes & starters without plotting but will be slower to respond SELECTIVE . . . means accepting memes & starters but would prefer plotting with this muse and I will be slower to respond PLOT BASED . . . means that I don't accept memes & starters for this muse without plotting first. If you ignore this, then your request / meme will be denied. EXCLUSIVE . . . means that this muse is for only a certain number of people. click the link on their name to figure out who this meme is for.

These few things explain what my muse list is like regarding organization.

RULES

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 . . .

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 . . .

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 . . .

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . . .

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . . .

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 . . .

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ≠ 𝐌𝐔𝐍 . . .

𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 . . .

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 + 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 . . .

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 . . .

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 + 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 . . .

𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 . . .

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 . . .

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 . . .

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 . . .

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌. . .

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 . . .

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 . . .

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒 . . .

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 . . .

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 . . .

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 . . .

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . .

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐍𝐎'𝐒. . .

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 . . .

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 . . .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 . . .

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 . . .

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 . . .

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 . . .

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ● I used the same unique font and bolding/coloring as usual for everything. Then, I did everything else in the regular Tumblr font. ● Some of these sections might not be needed in your case, or you might find you need to add more sections. Do whatever works for you.

Alright, here is a tip. If you have several tags and want to narrow down, say, a certain verse that has headcanons about it, as long as you know what the tag names are, you could enter both tags separated by a + in the middle to get all the posts between two tags (and possibly more, but I have not checked that out). So, if you are really organized tag-wise, then you can easily filter things out.

#rph #rpt #rpc #rpo #( mine ).#( my formatting ).#( my tumblr set up ).#( my tutorial ).

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auraspheres · 1 year ago

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an INDIE. SELECTIVE. CANON DIV. AURA GUARDIAN RILEY from POKEMON D/P/PT + ancestor verse ft. Sir Aaron written by leche! Multiverse, crossover, and oc friendly. please read rules under cut before following!

「 ✧ 」 ABOUT. PROMO. MEME TAG. HEADCANONS.

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✧ Very canon divergent. A lot of history, headcanons, and even in-game events are explored differently here. While in some realm canon complimenting this iteration greatly diverges from the norm.

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✧ You do not need a verse to interact with my muse. If anything I prefer general crossover to see how they interact in their various worlds.

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bittersweet-kelly · 2 years ago

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Superman saves a cat from a tree. Chapter 2 - Clark's in the dog house at Daily Planet

Superman saves a cat from a tree: part 1, part 2

Summery: Clark gets in trouble for being late to work. Inevitably runs into his ex, Lois Lane, who also works at Daily Planet.

Rating: Explicit. 18+ Minors DNI

Pairings: Clark Kent

Warnings: None yet (Smut in later chapter)

Word count: 989

Disclaimer: I do not own Henry or have any connections to Henry. This story was made by me and my own filthy mind from the wanting of henry to ruin me in more ways than one. I don't own any characters from the DC Comics. Although my first language is English, I have dyslexia so expect grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes and sometimes sentences that could seem confusing. Not beta'd or proof read. Header made by me using pictures on the internet.

Enjoy

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Clark was stood in the elevator staring up at the sign that showed what floor he was on, groaning to himself for being late. What excuse could he make up this time to avoid being fired or Perry's errand boy for the week. Once at his floor, Clark squeezed passed the others in the lift "Excuse me. Sorry." Letting out a sigh of relief; he adjusted his glasses, tie and hair in the reflective surface opposite the door he just came through. Wearing a muted blue checkered shirt, a black tie and a pair of jeans that hugged his body in all the correct spaces, mostly due to the man's physique. The jeans elevated his glutes, not that they needed to, his thighs and calves. Unfortunately for Clark they also gave emphasis around the groin area. The unwanted attention bulged outwards at his crotch which was often the subject of gossip around the office.

Getting to his seat, he took off his messenger bag and set it on top of his desk before flopping back into his chair. He made it without running in Perry and his top dog. He just managed to log in before noticing half of the office was empty. Looking up over the dividers he peered around the office… Most of the seniors weren't there… The meeting room door finally opened.

"Nice of you to join us Farmer Kent." Perry announced as he came out spotting Clark's desk was no longer empty.

"Morning Perry, sorry I got caugh-" Perry held his hand up cutting off Kent mid speech.

"I don't care for your excuses today, Kent. Not when you volunteered yourself for our annual charity event." Clark looked bewildered at Perry, blinking a few times in confusion. "I think you're gonna love this years theme." Perry walked off with a chuckle. Before Clark could even register what just happened, the bombshell of the office - Lois Lane walked up to Clark.

"I had to save your ass again." She said to him while watching Perry walk off. Ah Perry's top dog. Her gaze then fell onto Clark. "I had to volunteer you. Otherwise Perry was going to toss you out. Consider us even from all the times you've saved me." Not sure being saved from being fired and being saved from falling from a building has the same karma rating, but there's no arguing with Lois.

"Thanks… I guess." He placed his hands between his legs on the chair he was sat on while talking to Lois. "What's the charity event? Not naked painting classes again is it? Don't fancy more gossip about my body around the office." He rolled his eyes. Lois looked amused.

"Don't worry, you won't need to take your clothes off. Unless the date goes well." 'Date?' Clark thought to himself. Almost like she could read his mind she added. "Yep, you heard me, a date. I figured it was time you moved on." It had been a few months since Clark and Lois decided to part ways. With Clark being Superman it made things hard on Lois, with her dating the guy it made her a target to the supervillains that found out their secret. Also Lois was a career woman and Clark eventually wanted kids whereas Lois didn't as she believed the stereotype that a woman's career died after having kids. "…Okay. I can go on a date with a random stranger. Just hope it's not your sister that wins it." Clark chuckled before turning his attention to his desk.

Lois rolled her eyes before they lit up with joy. "Ah! Excuse me. I've just spotted someone I need to speak to and I'll enjoy the reaction from it." Lois walked over to the newest addition to the team. A young woman named Kelly. Clark watched the interaction until the postie came around, handing him a letter. For that split second he turned his gaze away Kelly let out a shriek in terror.

"Not Gotham. It's dangerous, I can't report anything from Gotham other than my obituary." She began to sob. Clark went to get out of his seat, but paused. As he noticed the letter he was handed was stamped with the Wayne family Sigil. Having it take a hold of his attention, he plopped his butt back down and opened the letter to read it.

'Clark, I have to let you know something, there's no easy way to say this. I need your help to protect Gotham. Soon I'll be away dealing with a developing problem that needs my attention. The citizens and thugs of Gotham will no doubt notice my absence. Things will get crazy on the streets. Those that run the underworld of Gotham will no doubt make a power play.

My kids aren't ready to take on Gotham without me. They need someone with a strong sense of justice and heroism to guide them to being the best they can. Only a few will know where I've disappeared to. I'm dealing with the League of Assassins. Talia Al Ghul has a plan that can stop them from destroying the world and needs my help to do it. Some will be annoyed I'm helping her, but her heart is in the right place. You of all people would know what that means in the dark world we live in.

Burn this letter once read.

Bruce Wayne.'

Clark looked left. Clark looked right. He then shoved the letter in his briefcase and rushed towards the exit before being stopped by Lois. "In a rush?" She asked, perking a brow at him. Knowing it was a Superman emergency. Clark adjusted his glasses.

"Got to get myself ready for the charity date." He replied before slipping into the lift, going to the ground floor. Lois threw her hands up in a shrug.

"It needs to be won by a reader first!" She shook her head only to huff. "…Idiot."

#henry cavill #fanfiction #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut #catwoman #batman

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ecstarry · 10 months ago

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i was thinking about the fall theme of it all now that some lovely mutuals (lane) are changing it but dammit i cant find where i saved my header and i love it sm so if i cant find it i fear this will forever remain as my theme ig

#that banner is everything i ever wanted #but ughhhh #FALL VIBEEEEES #i want it so bad #elena rambles

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galacticgraffiti · 1 year ago

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⋞ The War of Life and Death ⋟

An Eya & Fives story. Huge thanks to @pinkiemme for loving me and letting me borrow Fives art for my little header!

Rating: Mature (for some gore and heavy themes) Wordcount: 2.6k Warnings: Angst, talks of war, depersonalisation, Eya is anxious Summary: Fives wants to spar, and Eya hesitantly agrees. Surely, it'll turn out fine... right?

A/N: Just in case there's some new people around, meet my OC Kyreya! They are a Nautolan, grew up in a Mandalorian créche on Glee Anselm, and fun fact, they used to be part of Death Watch. Enjoy their trauma.

Part I ✧ Part II ✧ Part III

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Part I: The Challenge of the Soldier

Coruscant, Lower Levels. 19 BBY.

It starts with Fives, sauntering over to Eya who is leaning against the bar. It starts with the cocky grin on his face, and the expression he makes as he sizes them up: Their fangs, the glittering knuckle spikes on their fists, the thick cords of their biceps and the circumference of their thighs.

“Oya, vod.” He stops right next to them and grins up at their neutral face like he hasn’t a care in the world.

“Su cuy’gar,” Eya throws back at him, a twitch tugging at the corner of their mouth.

“Aye, nearly wasn’t, though.” Fives sighs heavily as he plops down on a bar stool, waving his hand at the bartender with a flirtatious smile. The sunny expression falls for a moment when he turns back to Eya. “Last mission… an ka’gaht, if you will.”

Eya snorts at the very literal translation of what they assume is a Basic phrase they don’t know.

“It was… bad?” they inquire, cocking their head to taste the air. It turns sour and rancid when Fives shakes his head and sighs deeply, letting out all the air as if it was so heavy it could weigh him down.

“It was bad,” he agrees. “But… I would like to say it was worth it in the end. I’d like to say we were heroes, that we saved everyone and everybody thanked us on their knees for the help we provided… for the vode we sacrificed to make it.”

He pauses, takes a sip. Eya doesn’t press him. Fives rarely ever talks about the missions, like it’s an unspoken law. Maybe he likes remembering the crack of necks under his hands as little as Eya does.

“So… I would like to say it was worth it,” Fives eventually continues. “I- I just don’t know that it was. The mission itself was bad enough. Lost a lot of brothers down there, and it was- it was so stupid. Intel was bad, nothing was worth anything, and there was nobody worth saving. It was a ploy, it must’ve been, something to get our hopes up that it might turn the tides of war- something that let us think for a second that we could maybe win. But the worst part was that we were so… hated. From the second we touched down, everything went wrong and it wasn't even our fault. It wasn't even mistakes that could have been avoid, it was just- These people… osik, Eya, they didn’t even want to be saved. Not by us. They would rather have stayed Separatist slaves than look any of us in the face. Unnatural, one of them called me. A mistake of creation, an error of judgement, a lapse of reason. Would rather have died than be touched by me, said so himself.”

Fives downs his drink in one go, slams the glass down and signals the bartender for another. Eya doesn’t stop him, even if they don’t agree with the choice. They never have been one to drown their sorrows in alcohol, but thinking back, that might have been healthier than the alternative they picked.

“It doesn’t… please me that you were treated like this,” they offer, extending a hand to lay it on Fives’s warm forearm. He flinches, but then leans into the soft touch.

“You have an odd way of putting things sometimes, do you know that?” he mumbles. Eya’s hand seems so large on his small form. Slowly, they let their affection sink into his skin until the lines of rage are smoothed from Fives’s face.

“Mhhm, so I’ve been told. Not all of us grew up on Basic, vod’ika. Excuse me for having a family that stuck to the way,” Eya teases lightly.

“Believe me, if I had gotten to choose the language in which I was raised, it would not have been this one.” The words are tinged with anger, a bitterness seeping into Eya’s skin. “If I had gotten to choose the way I was raised, it would not have been this, if I had gotten to choose the man I wanted to become… I don’t think it would have been this.”

“Gar ori’jate verd, vod’ika,” Eya whispers, basking in the familiarity of their mother tongue saying words any Mando’ad should get to hear every day growing up. “Why would you-”

“It’s not about that.” Fives’s voice breaks even in those few syllables, and the deep lines of sorrow return to his face. “I never… Eya, cyare, this was never the way for me. I don’t think I would have ever chosen to become a soldier if I’d had a choice. Doesn’t matter I’m good at it. Doesn’t matter how many I kill, doesn’t matter that most of them aren’t even alive, are just droids, nothing more than violent machinery.”

He lowers his voice even more, speaking treasonous words that ring in Eya’s ears.

“I would never have chosen to fight in this pointless war. If I’d had a choice… some days I would have rather not been born. Not even born, Eya- Gods, I wasn't even born, was I? Decanted.” He spits the word out like it’s poisonous. “My creation was for one purpose only, do you understand that?”

“Gar sosol ti ni.” Eya’s words are meant to be consolation, but Fives’s eyes flare with anger at them.

“Nayc,” he disagrees passionately. “You had every option, Eya. You could have been whatever you wanted, you chose-”

Rage bubbles up in Eya’s chest, hot and bitter and ugly.

“Could I have?” they hiss, and notice that Fives leans back and away from their touch at the bitter words. They pull back their hand from him – they have no affection to give right now. “Really, vod? Go on- tell me what I could have been, since you seem to know so much about my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

The words sound strange off of Fives’s tongue. Maybe because Eya has rarely ever heard them before, not from anyone.

“You should be.” Eya’s kyram’edeem dig so hard into their lip that they taste blood, salty like the seas of their home. “You are important to me, Rayshe’e. But don’t ever assume that you know anything about my past.”

“Only because you never tell me anything,” Fives grumbles, but he doesn’t sound angry anymore. The air is filled with… frustration, yes, but also curiosity. He leans forward until his arm touches Eya’s again – a gesture of reconciliation.

Eya sighs heavily. Sometimes, fights with words are like this: Quick and sharp, and easily resolved. They prefer it to the quiet anger that smoulders and grows behind closed doors.

“It’s better this way, better that you know nothing,” they try to convince Fives, who has this expression on his face like he is about to ask a very dumb question. “It doesn’t… matter. I don’t want it to matter. It’s not important to who I am today.”

“Our past makes us everything we are,” Fives contradicts, and Eya has to hold their tongue.

“If that is true, then you should be running screaming,” they mumble, staring at the blank slate of the bar before them.

“Is that so?” There is a challenge in Fives’s voice, and it’s so stupid. It’s so, so stupid. Jare’la vod’ika.

Eya takes a deep breath and decides not to get mad at Fives. He doesn't know what he is asking.

“Elek, vod. That is so. Let’s leave it at that.” Eya knocks on the sealed wood of the bar with their mareve and revels in the sound of them, in the quiet warning that their weight carries. Fives, though, is seemingly resistant to that warning.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he drawls, drawing out each word like chewing gum. “Have you… have you ever lost a fight?”

Memories come crashing in, making Eya’s head spin: Someone whisked away from them, the sounds of explosions in the distance. More recent: black blood on their hands, the stench of their own blood in the air when they pick metal-covered bone splinters from the cut-up palm of their hand. Dead yellow eyes staring up at them.

They pull a small knife from the holster on their hip and start twirling it between their fingers, forcing themself to be grounded by the repetition.

“Naysol soletar.” Their answer is cold, detached, betrays nothing of the turmoil inside their head and hearts. Fives cocks his head.

“Too many to count, huh? You don’t seem like a person who likes to lose.”

Eya grits their teeth and clenches their fist, knife twirling faster in the other hand until it seems to blur between their fingers.

“Never said I liked it. I was a sore loser when I was younger… maybe I still am. Haven’t had many chances to find out.”

The only fights they have lost were the ones that really mattered. Not fights you leave as a sore loser, but fights where you lose a piece of yourself if you lose them. Fights of life and death, and destiny. One fight they have avenged already – not that they feel any better for it. It was never that one that really mattered in the end.

Fives stares for a moment, processing their words.

“Kyreya, cyare- tell me. When was the last time you lost a fight?”

Eya shrugs.

“Depends on what you count as losing. Or a fight for that matter.”

“A duel, preferably one on one, where you were beaten in fair battle and had to give up.” Fives’s answer comes to quickly. He shrugs at the expression on their face. “What? You asked for a definition.”

Eya shoves the memories down and down and down before they answer, twirling the knife between their fingers almost like they are bored.

“‘bout a year ago.”

“And before that?” Fives presses, eagerness dripping off of him like he is a puppy waiting for his treat.

“Few months before the last one.”

“And before that?” Fives asks impatiently.

Eya sighs and decides that it’s inevitable. Fives is pushy today, he is spoiling for a fight, eager for it, this has to be what this is about. They can feel it in their gills. He is leading them somewhere with his probing questions.

“When I was a tadpole. Just a wee one- I mean, I had legs and everything. But I was… young. A child, by your definition.”

Fives gawks, the expression on his face almost funny in its dumbfoundedness.

“Gev, utreekov,” Eya mumbles.

“You have lost… two… battles… in your entire lifetime?”

“Just told you I haven’t. Lost many more than that. Nobody is born a warrior, no matter what they tell you at that stupid army of yours. It’s a learned skill like anything else. For some people, the… learning curve is just steeper that for others.” In spite of everything, Eya can’t help the undertone of pride that sneaks into their voice.

Nobody is born a warrior, that’s true. Some ad’ike just take better to a fight than others. And they had been the best their créche had seen in ages.

“I’m talking about fights that matter,” Fives waves his hand impatiently. “Not training fights, not… not the fights that kids fight. I’m talking about the battles you have fought since you became the warrior you are today.”

“Those would be none,” Eya says coldly, surprised by how much his words hit the bullseye of their pain. “I am Mando’ad, but I am no longer Mando’verd. I don’t fight anymore, not like that. I swore an oath.”

“To whom?” Fives demands.

“To the only person who matters,” Eya retorts, feeling almost childish in their secrecy, but they are not ready to open that can of fish just yet.

“Will you elaborate?” Fives asks, the eagerness back in his voice.

“No.”

Silence envelops them for a moment. Fives hasn’t touched his second drink. His fingers tap quietly on his knees, like he is trying to hold something in… and failing spectacularly.

Eya braces themself for the next question he is bound to ask. When it comes, it’s not a question at all. It’s bait.

“I bet I could take you,” Fives murmurs, under his breath and almost so quiet that Eya can’t hear it. Almost.

“Mhhm.” They shrug noncommittally.

“Do you not think so?” Fives asks, seeming genuinely curious. Gods, his eternal curiosity. One of these days it’ll get him killed.

Eya has to will their tendrils to calm down. They knew this was coming. They know Fives won’t give up, not unless they are very harsh about it. Thing is- they don’t want him to give up, not really. He is too cocky for his own good, too sure of himself. He could use a reminder that despite everything, despite all his training and teachings, he is not the best warrior this planet has ever seen. Not even the best warrior this rundown shithole of a bar has ever seen… not so long as Eya is here.

“Maybe you could,” Eya says slowly. “I’m… a bit out of practice.”

That’s a lie. The dojo they go to is very good, even if there is nobody that can really match them. Not even other Mando’ade; too many have forsaken the way, have grown soft and used to their gadgets. There are warriors more skilled with a sword, with a dagger; certainly more skilled with the graceless violence of a blaster than Eya. But nobody beats them at hand to hand, not ever.

Nobody except Brutus ever managed that, and Brutus is… well. Brutus is dead, Brutus bled out on the floor of a dirty arena with his throat ripped out and his horns crushed, the taste of his viscera on Eya’s tongue, the black of his blood eternally on their hands.

Fives pulls them from their sanguineous remembrance of the dead. His voice is the lifeline in the darkness that grips their hearts.

“I think I could,” he says confidently, sizing them up once again. This is what he has wanted from the start, Eya realises. This is what he came over to ask for, even before he talked about the war. He wants a distraction, and Eya is about to make his night a whole lot better… or worse, depending on how you look at it.

“Well, if you think so, I’m sure you could, verd’ika.” The nickname is intentional, just condescending enough to make Fives bristle from it.

“I don’t like to assume things,” he says, leaning over and looking at Eya with eager, shining eyes. “I’d like to put my theory to the test.”

“Would you now.”

Fives nods, and Eya bares their fangs in a beskar-coloured smile of death. To his credit, Fives barely shudders and his voice remains steady.

“I would, cyare. Would you do me the honours?”

“If you don’t stop calling me that, I most certainly will.”

Fives grins his sunniest grin.

“Oya, cyare. It’s a date.”

Eya shakes their head, but the promise of a fight between friends puts them in a good mood. While they are certain that Fives will be the loser in a fight against them, he will certainly be a challenge. They were not lying when they said he was a good soldier- they have seen him fight, they have been told many stories by him and his vode. Fives will not go down easy, and he won’t be too precious to cheat and use everything he knows to his advantage. Hopefully.

Eya’s tendrils dance at the thought.

By Nephto, this will be fun.

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» Part II: The Path of the Sword

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Mando'a:

Oya, vod. - Cheers, man. Su cuy'gar. - What's up? (Lit. You're alive) an ka'gaht - everything (went) south Gar ori'jate verd, vod'ika. - You are an excellent soldier, little brother. cyare - beloved Gar sosol ti ni. - You the same as I. Rayshe'e - 'Fives' Jare'la vod'ika - Stupid little brother. Elek, vod - Yes, brother. Naysol soletar. - Too many to count. Gev, utreekov. - Stop it, dumbass. Oya, cyare. - Come on (in this case in the sense of: alright)

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rubistella · 2 years ago

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Regulations

Private & Selective Owing to time constraints and the demanding nature of roleplay, I'm highly selective about whom I write with, as I firmly believe in valuing quality over quantity.

This is not a self-insert/projection friendly zone The title says it all! Projection and self-inserts make me very uncomfortable, so I will terminate interactions immediately if I catch whiff of that.

Dashboard Stuff I often overlook the dashboard since I rarely check it. When I do, I might choose to engage with a few people, but it's pretty infrequent!

Adults Only (21+) Given the mature and dark themes my writing frequently explores, as well as Astarion's past, this roleplay blog is not suitable for minors. I personally prefer that only those 21 or older engage. Every potentially triggering content and/or interaction will be put under tw; dddne and "ask to tag" for blacklisting purposes.

Astarion & Headcanons My portrayal of Astarion will stay unfiltered. For more details, click here. Also, please don’t assume Astarion will choose your muse— there are other people in camp (NPCs) he could be feeding from, or other plot devices we could use instead.

Duplicate Friendly Space While I love connecting with fellow Astarion enthusiasts and sometimes follow duplicates, I avoid reading their headcanons to keep my portrayal unbiased. Any shared ideas or plots are purely coincidental—great minds and all that!

Credits & Disclaimer This blog's avatar is by artbyvi, and the graphics were commissioned from ilithid-psds. Some icon screenshots aren’t mine, so if one is yours and you want credit or prefer I don't use it, just let me know, and I'll make the changes.

Unfollowing & Re-following I'm mutually exclusive: if I don't get a follow back in a few days, I'll unfollow. I also unfollow blogs inactive for over a month without notice. If you return and want to be mutuals again, just drop me a line, and I'll gladly follow back.

The Mun I'm Milky, 21+. I like cats, tea, a good book and playing video games with my friends. Even if we can't, for whatever reason, roleplay together, feel free to send Astarion IC asks or approach me OOC for a chat. :) Toodles!

Ship Exclusives I won't always extend exclusivity to ship partners, and by no means do I force anyone into that position. While not all my ship partners fall under the exclusive category, for those with whom I do ship exclusively, it’s been mutually agreed-upon beforehand. For transparency's sake, here is the list!

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tarotwithdanise · 3 years ago

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Why your other significant fall for you?

can be both applied for current and future one.

1 - 2 - 3

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PILE ONE

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your relationship with them

It's pretty obvious here that you are not currently with this person right now, you are both in a separation. You will meet this person where there's a large sum of water but while you are in this separation progress your guardian angels are guiding you both to the right direction while you are far away from each other while if you are in literal separate i see a reconciliation will be happening again soon. In this separation process of the two of you, your guides are helping you out to recognize your truest self first and fill your hours of helpful and healthy activities for the two of you that will help of future relationship. You will discover commonalities and learn new things with this person, you can create a great intimacy with them by showing your real self and identity. You will discuss with them, some of your uncomfortable and risk experiences you had in the past and so this will serve in the end a great bond and an ensure healthy relationship.

main theme of this relationship : great bond with your partner.

what will they love about you

This person will love how you manage to make waves without them, you are confident and brave enough to face every situation. You may look like a foolish and may look like a failure but to be honest you make them think of a new way to love you more deeply. You might think you are not different from others but you are way more unique from their own eyes. You are someone who is creative and intelligent even though sometimes you literally want to give up on these things like from your goals and dreams but you always look for the bigger picture and you seek for balance. They also love how calm individual you are by handling every situation, even if though you may act as very childish sometimes. They see you as someone who is simple yet so challenging. I'm getting for some of you, are belong on the tall side of height, they will also love where you use your talents and someone who is planning very careful for their own projects and works so it can be somehow worth it and successful in the end. They will love how you bring spark and light into their boring life. The only thing they don't like about you is that you tend to overthink and have an explosive temper.

why do they fall for you

Oh boy, this person will gonna feel so damn energetic when they're with you. They gonna love to be with you all the time - from your presence to themselves who is quite confident when you are around this is because they can express themselves freely without any judgement. They afraid to express it to others because somehow they're terrified of judgemental people, one of the reason is that they think they are lacking of experiences since they might have past trauma dealing with this kind of issues. This is the reason why they gonna love, you are not really judgemental individual for them. In short, you are open-minded. You seems very understanding and open-minded person but i feel that you are not really fond of sharing your thoughts and opinions with others because you might think they gonna sabotage it.

This person will fall for your homebody and welcoming aura, you tend to stay at home that's why. You might be an introvert and someone who is very mature if i gonna compare to your real age. When this person fall for you, they gonna think that their dreams come true in real life and not gonna lie they might be dreaming of having a perfect relationship when they are in their youthful years unlike when they got older and mature.

When they're already matured person, they gonna lose those imagination and might not planning to have a family until you come into their life, in our out blue and change their perspective. This person will be heals over you, they fall so much to the point they gonna ask you to marry and have family with them that fast. I'm also hearing someone(this is you) is praying here to spend their older years with the person they gonna truly love and care for them as they do. Your prayers are heard by the heaven and they gonna fulfill it soon just have patience and don't rush with things. In addition, when you get married with this person you will experience the satisfaction of abundance and lavish security however there's a group of people here that will feel jealous about your relationship with your (future) partner.

extra messages :

"I love you, and that's the beginning and end of everything"- f.scott fritzgerald

this reading and pile was meant for you if you have or hear anything of the following words : moles, freckles, hands (small, plump & smooth) , birthday/life path number of 18 , 20 , 12 , 5, 16, 9, initials of G, H, S, C, E, K, O , reading this while you are in living room or family room. Someone who is casually watching tv, brown or amber eyes, you have a balance of feminine and masculine energy?, your name is inspired by nature and something related to water names rain, caroline, wade, kai, malik, vaarin etcetera.

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PILE TWO

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your relationship with them

This pile has a strong soulmate and true love connection. You are most likely meet/met this person through friends or in a social gatherings. When you actually meet this person for the first time — you will feel the sense of familiarity and comfort. There's also doubt here, where you kept only to yourself like "Does my soulmate really exist?" or "Will I ever meet them?" and "Are this tarot readers saying the truth after all or just sugar-coating me?" something along with these lines. I understand you questioning all of these readings but honey, it's true that you have a soulmate in this lifetime and for some of you already know this person and it seems like they passed on your life one time (can be an someone from your past like ex, childhood friend, an ex crush, fling, mu, etc..) or they can be someone who is from your past life in general. While, if this person is just around your circle and then the spark between the two of you is not yet started and still remain unrevealed. Perhaps, the beginning will be soon on set or if you haven't met this person like in at the very first time you both meet each other's. There's literally no romantic sparks not until when you both used to get to know each other way deeper and more know each other for a very long time, you two might have a story trope of friendship to lovers.

You'll have a lot of opportunity to explore your passion together, this giving me a slow progress yet it surely written by the stars type of relationship yk. This person will have genuine love for you as the time pass by (in their own pov this might be a realization) and you both will experiencing a lot of ups and downs with this relationship but you will surely overcome these issues. You both will have a true-soulmate love relationship. The two of you will cherish each other and will have a healthy and will commit a long term relationship to each other. In addition for singles only, true love is on its way to you soon, just be patient because it may take a lot of time like months or years to finally come.

I also getting that you will have or notice a lots of blessings coming on your way for the next upcoming months, pay attention to what your Angles are trying to say to you from angels numbers to significant events and dreams, they're trying to send some hints about this person.

main theme of this relationship : strong relationship, both will be super supportive to each other and likes to praise their partner most of the time.

what will they love about you

This person will love your duality, you are this type of individual who is the balance of feminine and masculine. Someone who act cute today and on the other day act as someone hot and sexy. Some of you might be a part of LGBTQ or if not you have a big respect for the LGBTQ+ people and community. This person will feel very secure with you to be honest because you don't look like a bad partner to them but rather you are someone who is a husband/wife material.

You are this type of individual where your first priority is your loved ones rather than anything else, they see you as someone who can settle a long term of commitment even you are busy at work. I see here that you two will live in a happy home life in the future, this house will have lots of wonderful memories and welcoming kind of aura, you and your partner are gonna be a good parent if ever — i see that you rarely fight each other and if ever, the you two have conflicts or fights, you two don't even want your own children hearing and showing it to them. You or your (future) lifetime partner will be the ones who will decorate the house as simple and may have many plants. Sorry this is the shortest pile however i tried to shuffle more cards for you but no cards are popping up so maybe it was not right time for you to know them way more deeper and might this person is blocking my energy to know about them more or they just really this mysterious, i want to know them more like you do but i don't think it's the right time, okay? Let me see on the next section why they fall for you and revealed those things.

why they fall for you

They will fall for your childishness, it's like you have this very youthful side within you — it's like you often tease others and smile wide each day yet you are a savage when dissing those people who hate your loved ones for example family, friends or even your favorite idols, you are this person who seems so freaking innocent but scary as hell. Another thing of my interpretation here is that you really love children or babies a lot(some of you might already have kid(s) and being a single parent?), you might even this type of individual who have baby fever yk where your stress reliever is watching baby videos online like for example in the social media's like instagram, facebook, tiktok, youtube etc.. They fall for your kindness because you like to give and provide to others without expecting anything back from them (this might be one of your habits and/or goals for some of you) — you have a big heart pile two especially to your loved ones even though they hurt you really bad, you can't deny the fact you still care for them because after all you still have the softest heart. They see you as someone who is inspirational and refreshing for other people that a must should follow.

They will fall for your curious personality, you always seek for answers and wanted to learn more in a specific field for example new language like french, korean, japanese, italian, arabic etc.. new skills or even ideas, it seems like you want your knowledge to expand. You will captured this person soul and heart. Lastly, this person will come on the right time so no need to no rush or feels urgent when it comes to love or goals. Time is running but every seconds must be cherish.

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"our lives may not have fit together, but did our souls know how to dance." -k. towne jr.

this reading and pile was meant for you if you have , see or hear anything in the following words : kids playing around, letter, basketball, clumsy, helping, a boy, water signs scorpio, pisces and cancer (sun/moon/rising), a watch, initials of S, P, reading it when night time, friends talking, man whistling, single, learning new language, moving from one place to another, south place, light brown hair and blue or hazel eyes, with an age group from 18 years to about 30 years of age, in a room with air-condition is open.

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PILE THREE

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your relationship with them

Seems like you are calling and manifesting for a soulmate but the universe given you a twinflame instead, this person is whom you meant to marry and share your other half of life in this lifetime. You two is each other's past life companion that doesn't go to well or doesn't end well and today's present life you will reconnect to forgive each other and to heal each other soul. You will learn to forgive and will be each other's teacher — teaching each other with those things you haven't learn or discover yet. You will meet (or have met) this person through family or extended family, for some you pile three, you will meet them when you travel to a place where it was your really your big dreams on written on your bucket list to visited for(mostly european countries) or might be your honeymoon too. But as i see here, after the nuptial you both want to settle down in a countryside like, somewhere surrounded by nature and animals.

This person love language is physical touch, they literally not good at words or even using it as comforting for someone. However, if you discuss and said to this person that you need space to think and breath first for this relationship, they will do it without any hesitation and negative opinions nor giving up to you. This person is that kind of individual who treasure their loved ones, they might not good with words but they good how to keep treasure.

main theme of this relationship : stability and protection for each other.

what will they love about you

You are the serenity of their after storm experience, their healing and overall hope to everything. This person will fall with your hope and the way you inspired other people. Also you may come off as cold, intimidating and mysterious person to this individual at first however they will find themselves really curious about what's matter and happening about your life even though you show off as funny and friendly person to them and to other people. you are low-key private, you don't want other people to invade your privacy.

You also have this habit where you cut off people that no longer serving you anymore. This person will love that you have faith in everything and we'll committed from it.

why they will fall for you

Are you a savage? lol because one of the reason why this person fall for you is that because you are a savage individual. You come off as cool for them and doesn't give any sht to people since you think you don't owe them anything. You may have an rbf? I think this person will fall for you very fast like love at first sight. You could also meet (have met) them after a break up or while healing yourself from a heartbreak. They fall for you because they find you so interesting and you may have serious face or doesn't show any emotion or simply just mysterious person or you hide your true personality away from the public. By the time this person see you, they will having a thought of "this will be the one i'm going to marry and end up with" or you are someone who will complete them in general. They will also find your beauty as very attractive with their own eyes, you may also a flirt? that will make them fall harder. You can be also an old style or traditional person who doesn't like to keep up with trends like in fashion? They will feel happy and love whenever you are by their side, they always prefer a heart to heart conversation with you. You also give the best kisses or affection to them.

extra messages :

"I look for you everywhere, sometimes i stay awake thinking about you"

"you don't know how hard it was to let you go"

this reading and pile was meant for you if you have , see or hear anything in the following words : H, M, E, T, L, P, N, K, C, hearts, wings, feather, grasshopper, dragonfly, clock, umbrella, phoenix, keys on a ring, dragonfly, feeling of not enough, 1, 1111, 8, 3,18, 38, 5, 15 aries, taurus, scorpio, gemini, leo, and tuesday

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dienamights · 4 years ago

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Road Mishap | K.Bakugou | Drabble

Where Dynamight pays you a little visit when someone is being a little too friendly on the road.

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 1.1K

» Genre: Crack, Prohero!au, fluff if you squint real hard but basically reader being a simp.

» Warning(s): Swearing, guys being assholes, suggestive themes(?), basically Kacchan flexing that he’s getting some ass. Characters are aged up.

» Author’s notes: ahahaha, what are you talking about, this isn't self-indulgent, no I didn't cry for hours after it happened to me today. @tteokdoroki iloveyou come laugh at my pain

I know its too long for a drabble but I HAD FUN WITH IT AND I ALREADY MADE THE BANNER AS A DRABBLE SO SUE ME)

» Masterlist | Requests

“Hah? The fuck you mean you’re being tailgated?” you heard the hoarse voice of your boyfriend through the speakers of your car as you looked through your rearview mirror, the fucking shit-piece of car swerving left and right to irritate you, the heads of five guys swaying with the car and grinning evilly.

“I mean I’m being tailgated Katsu, the fuck else would I mean?” you sneered, sending a glare to the center console of your car, hoping it would reach your dumbass of a hero boyfriend. You honestly didn’t know why you were calling him, Katsuki was busy being on the top 10 ranked heroes and you didn’t expect him to drop everything and run to save your quirkless damsel in distress ass.

But the car behind you sped up, the front bumper of their car kissed the rear bumper of yours, making you screech, a sob escaping your throat when your car jerked forward, hearing the maniac laughter of the douchebags despite your closed windows. You wished you didn’t leave the comfort of your home, knowing that no one in their right mind would even come close to harming the home of Dynamight, unless they wanted their asses blown off.

Katsuki was silent for a few seconds, before you heard frantic shuffling on the other end of the phone as you slowed down at a red light, the car behind you jolting left and right as the boys danced at their loud shit music. Yet, your ears couldn’t miss the deep growl in his voice.

“Send me your live location.” It wasn’t a question, nor a request, it was a demand. And even then, you were pretty hesitant to do as he told. You took a few deep breaths, wiping the few tears that managed to escape during your panic and tried to sound as convincing as possible.

“N-no its alright Suki, I’m almost home a-and besides you’ve got more important things to-”

“Y/N.” You gulped, not used to him directing that threatening voice at you, “I’m not asking you; I’m telling you to send it to me. Now.” No ifs ands or buts, so with a shaking grip, you did as you were told, right as the light turned green, the honks and tires screeching making you whimper as you pressed on the gas pedal to keep driving back home, only then realizing the fact that your boyfriend hung up on you.

“Great. Shouldn’t have called in the first place, real useless of you to call him knowing he’s got more serious things to take care of, people to save! Not just-” your self-scolding was cut short when you heard it, that loud, deafening, awful sound that always made your ears ring for hours on end. The earsplitting sound of your boyfriend, your hero. His explosions blaring and shaking your windshield as he all but flew to you, propelling himself and dropping down on the road between your car and the assholes behind you.

You slowed down and looked back at him through your mirror, watching as he brought both hands in front of him, palms lighting up in that scorching color that reminded you of fires that should never be put out, because they were so damned beautiful, the mesmerizing color of burning sunsets, the entrancing color of those crimson eyes that light up a smidgen, a speck – too quick you almost always miss it – at the sight of your smile.

The car behind you swerved to the left, – whether because of the man popping out of nowhere and standing in front of them or because his hands are about to blow a hole in them, you weren’t sure – crashing into the railing and activating the airbags of the car while stopping all together.

You turned on your hazard warning lights and slowed down to a stop at the side of the road by the sidewalk, getting out to check on your boyfriend – lowkey wanting to see him kick some ass.

You tried your best to hide your laughter as you saw him dropping his gauntlets, biting off his gloves while stomping his way to them and grumbling about ‘tearing their asses up to pieces for coming for his princess’, the – very oblivious – boys’ eyes lit up at the sight of the number 6 hero, cheering at him for being so quick to come rescue them.

Oh, you poor pricks.

Neither you nor the men expected what happened next, as Katsuki blew the door of the driver’s seat up, hauling the guy out of the car and holding him up by the shirt, yelling and swearing profusely at the cowering figure, while his friends hesitantly tried to free him from the hero’s grip. Only to be growled at and promised their turn in being murdered with no hesitation.

“You mean to tell me, that it took Red Riot, Chargebolt and Cellophane to get your punk ass off of these civilians?” The manager huffed, eyes glaring at the scuffed hero in front of him, falling onto the tv playing the news, the header “Hero Dynamight assaults innocent civilians” rolling at the bottom of the screen before looking back at the hero standing in front of him, who wore a scowl and simply rolled his eyes back at him, not caring about the reporter spitting rumors and accusations that were obviously told by the assholes standing behind her.

“Are we done here?” Dynamight huffed back, the shuffling feet of his comrades behind him irritating him because one, they dragged him away from those bastards before finishing beating them up and two, he wasn’t done kicking the motherfuckers’ asses. Yes, they were the same reason and no, he doesn’t give a fuck.

“You’re off of duty for the week, think about what you did and how you could improve as a hero while not harming the innocent.” The man at the desk declared, dropping his glasses on the surface and pinching the area between his eyes and preparing himself for the chaos Dynamight was about to make for being put off duty.

To his – and the other heroes’ surprise – all Bakugou did was scoff, mumbling a fine and asking if there was anything the manager wanted before he went home.

“W-wait a minute.” The man stuttered, “you know that means you’re only to come by next Monday, right?” an affirmative hum met his question and the man could only inquire for the reason behind the absence of the tantrum the hero always threw when it comes to him not working.

“Oh, its just Y/N is waiting for me at home to rail her for saving her life, and honestly I’d rather do that than hang around with you fuckers, later bitches” and then he just… left.

its 3:35 am rn and now i feel better about myself so i can go to sleep without crying, thank you for coming to my ted talk

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utakoi · 5 years ago

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Suds

Pairing: Soft Yandere!Enji Todoroki x GN!Reader

Summary: A reformed Enji gives you a bath and contemplates your relationship with him.

Warnings: Yandere themes (abduction + mention of lewd thoughts + bindings [it’s rlly soft stuff tho])

A/N: never thought I’d write for Endeavor, but felt like this kind of concept fit his character the most after his redemption arc and uh... Idk kinda soft and horny for him whoops. Also I started a new aesthetic for my fic headers to separate them from my hcs, but idk if I like it yet

“Is the water too hot?”

You say nothing back to Enji as you kneel next to the tub, dipping your fingertips into the water. After a few moments of inspection, you rise from your spot and give Enji a pointed look over your shoulder. Knowing what the look means, Enji turns his back towards you and crosses his arms.

For the past couple days, you’ve been trying out a new tactic of defiance: the silent treatment.

Silence in his home isn’t new to Enji. Rei had been a quiet wife for most of their marriage, only conversing with him if he spoke to her first or if it was in regards to their kids. After Rei’s hospitalization and Touya’s death, his life had practically become silent, save for the times his remaining sons would jeer at him and the small talk his daughter would initiate.

But he’s not used to silence with you. The first few weeks after he abducted you were anything but silent. Begging him to let you go, screaming that he’s an asshole, shattering fine china when you threw the dishes at his face and missed… and most recently, breaking the bathroom mirror during your scheduled bath time. He had come rushing in, only to be caught off guard when you swung a shard towards his chest the second he burst through the door. Luckily, his instincts as a hero allowed him to react quickly enough to swerve to the side. After the incident, he told you that he would have to monitor your baths from that point forward. You spat at his feet in response.

To be honest, Enji thinks you should be more grateful that he didn’t punish you more severely for attempting to kill him and for your other past acts of rebellion. He could have easily done whatever he had wanted to you. For a second, images of your wrists tightly bound by rope and your quivering lips forced apart by a dirty rag flashes through Enji’s mind. He shakes his head.

No, he’s a new man now… sort of. He’s trying his best to please you, at least, as much as he can as your captor. Sure, he’s forced a few cuddles here and there, but he had never forced himself on you sexually. Even when you were stripped bare to bathe, he hadn’t made a single move.

… Ok, he’s not completely innocent; he’s had lewd thoughts, but he never acted on them.

The sound of your robe falling to the floor brings Enji back to the present and he waits until he hears a splash to turn back around. Once he does, the sight that greets him makes him crack a smile.

The tub is ridiculously full of bubbles, the cloud-like mass practically engulfing your form. If any more of the soapy solution were to be added, he’s sure that he’d only be able to see the top of your head peeking out from the suds. To top it all off, you’re pouting like a child, clearly not wanting to give him the gratification of seeing you enjoy the perfect bath he prepared for you.

“I know that you’ve been wary of your modesty, so I made sure the bath had more bubbles today,” he says as he sits cross-legged by the tub. “Though I suppose that I went a bit overboard with them.”

He eyes your face for any type of reaction. You say nothing back to him, but he catches your eyes soften.

Enji’s not exactly sure why they do. Are you finally warming up to him? Or perhaps you're just grateful that he had gone through the efforts to make sure your intimate parts were concealed while he washed you? It’s most likely the latter, but he can’t help but let the hope of the former possibility sweep through him.

“Which shampoo and conditioner would you like to use today?” Enji asks. You take a while to eye the several bottles in the shower caddy before indicating your choice by pointing at them. Enji makes a mental note of the brands as he squirts the shampoo into his calloused hands.

As per routine, you shift yourself against the tub so that the back of your head is facing Enji. Gently, he lathers your hair. To be honest, he could probably trust you with bathing yourself; it’s not like you could do much damage by swinging some shampoo and froth at him. He could have just stood by the side and watched, making sure that you wouldn’t do anything like before.

Still, he can’t help but just want to spend some peaceful quality time with you. Anytime you’re in the same room as him, your shoulders are always squared, as if you’re prepared for an attack at any moment. The few times he’d gone in for a hug after an exhausting day of hero work, you struggled and told him to fuck off. Your bath times are the only moments where you allowed yourself to relax.

Actually, the first bath time after he announced your punishment was completely opposite to now. You had screeched and clawed at him when he tried to touch your hair; Enji still had a light scar on his forearm from where you managed to scratch him.

Now… Well, he could only guess that you gave up on rebelling, at least, during your baths. Enji felt warmth pool in his chest at the thought. He had put in a lot of effort in trying to make the baths as nice as possible so that you could ease into the practice easier. The idea that he had succeeded in making you happy made his pride skyrocket.

He takes his time scrubbing your arms and legs, savoring the feeling of your skin against his. You’re obviously aware of his actions, but seem to let them slide, only giving him warning glares when his hands would get too close to your torso. He turns his back towards you again once he’s done with your limbs, leaving you to clean your most intimate parts and wash off the foam.

When you give him a tap on his shoulder to signal that you’ve put the robe back on, he sits on the lid of the toilet and lightly holds onto your waist to pull you onto his lap. Once you’re situated, he takes a brush and combs through your damp hair. While he could trust you in washing yourself, he could never trust you with combing your own hair; the brush was what you used to break the mirror.

“Enji?”

He stops brushing your hair for a moment, surprised that you had broken your silent treatment. He hadn’t even realized that you had called him by his given name for the first time rather than his hero name until after you leaned your head back to lay on his chest.

He clears his throat before responding with a shaky, “What is it?”

“Will I ever be able to bathe alone again?” You tilt your head backwards to meet his downward gaze.

He resists himself from frowning at your question. If he let you bathe alone, he wouldn’t have moments like these anymore. He’d be back to experiencing your anger and malice 24/7 again.

“... If you behave for a while longer, then I’ll consider it.” He hopes that, while it’s not a straight yes or no answer, it’ll suffice.

To his relief, you merely let out a hum in response and lean forward again. Enji goes back to brushing your hair, trying his best to be gentle when combing out the knots.

For a while longer, he lets himself enjoy the serenity of the moment, pretending as if this wasn’t a punishment.

He was just taking care of the love of his life and you were simply enjoying being pampered by your loving husband.

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha imagines #mha imagines #enji todoroki x reader #todoroki enji x reader #endeavor x reader

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otakugoddes · 3 years ago

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The Dating Experiment

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Friends to Lovers/Experimental Dating AU

Featuring: Satoru Gojo

Warnings: Profanity, Mutual Pining (At a later point in time), Suggestive themes and innuendos, Descriptions of violence, Mentions of toxic relationships.

Type: Comedic+Angst to Fluff

Scenario: The one and only Satoru Gojo proposes that the two of you start dating for experimental purposes, but what happens after you sign the contract?

Female Reader but no pronouns

"You'll probably end up falling for me!"

Part 2

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Did you anticipate what Satoru Gojo would say when he burst into your house unannounced and uninvited and unnecessarily noisy at 7 in the morning? No.

You were just about to drink your coffee normal, until you heard the menace of a man kick your door open like he paid rates for the place, and loudly shout in a sing-song tone, "Oh (Name)! Your favorite person is here!"

You sighed as you turned to the vodka, your saving grace and the reason why you can make it through the day.

As the man, the myth, the menace to society burst into your kitchen you were just busy emptying the last bit of the vodka before raising a hand to stop him from talking. You took a large gulp before smiling, "Good morning to you too, you bastard who never thinks to knock!"

He grinned, hoping to the counter where he threw a folder onto the table, leading you to raise an eyebrow.

"What's this? Another mission you want to dump on me?" You sneered before he shook his head, "Nope! This is a proposal for possibly the greatest idea I've had in my life!"

He stood with his hands on his hips as you opened the folder, "Is this going to inconvenience me? Coz I'm in no mood to deal with those higher up bastards now!"

At least you shared his distaste for the cowardly higher ups, but that didn't mean you'd go out of your way to be an annoying pain in the ass like someone you knew.

He inhaled and exhaled before saying, "So I'm proposing the idea to you to be my experiment partner for a year to test out the theory if I'm ready for commiting to a relationship or not! And you are the first lucky candidate I've chosen...assuming you say yes...you'll have the best time! And you get to have me a partner, an honor not many people will get in this lifetime!"

Your eyes widened as you saw the header of the page. It read: DATING EXPERIMENT CONTRACT! And the subtext was like something a narrator of a game show would say: ITS YOUR LUCKY DAY! YOU GET TO DATE THE ONE AND ONLY SATORU GOJO! SIGN THE CONTRACT AND YOU GET TO HAVE THIS HUNK OF A MAN BE YOUR EXPERIMENTAL PARTNER FOR A YEAR WITH BENEFITS! (Please read contract, in the case of feelings being caught over the while, please break up immediately. T's and C's apply).

"What the hell? Is he being serious right now?!" You thought shocked beyond your wits.

Maybe the vodka was making you hear things.

You blinked once, twice before saying, "Huh? Say again?" You were utterly shocked at the words coming from the tall, white haired man in front of you.

Was he joking? Probably! Then why did he have such a serious face while smiling as if he just said something smart.

"You heard me! Date me!" He said again and you looked at the man who was proposing his 'great idea' to you, you only knew him for a good amount of years to tell when he was serious and when he was joking.

But this was insane.

"So you're asking me to be your experimental partner for a year to test out if you can commit to dating? And after a year we're going to separate is that correct?" You asked wearily.

He leaned onto the counter with his chin in his propped up palm, "Yeap! The whole point is to see if I can deal with all the things being in a relationship entails, if I manage to do that...I'll try commiting to a partner after this!"

You didn't want to acknowledge the little questions running through your head like: What if this didnt work out? Or Would the the two of you still be friends? Or What would you get out of this? Or What if someone fell for the other? Where would things go from then?

You knew if it ended up working and the contract ended, nothing would change between you two. You didn't feel for him that way.

Surely if he chose you to be the candidate, he must have some reason like the fact that you took absolutely none of his bullshit. Or maybe something deeper like, he felt comfortable enough with you and had no other options. Or, he simply had enough confidence in the fact that you didn't like him like that that nothing would progress between you two romantically and your lack of feelings in that sense for him made you a perfect experimental partner.

"Just so we're clear...I've just drank a vodka filled cup of coffee so if I agree I shouldn't sign this right now?" You say with a deadpan expression.

He perked up, pulling his blindfold off and smiling like he won the lottery, not that he needed to. The bastard was rich, lucky son of a bitch.

"So you'll do it?" He asked cheekily.

"Do you have any other options but me?"

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and cockily smirked, "Of course I do! There are tons of people who'd die to have an opportunity like this...you're just the first one I asked!"

You smiled, so it was like that?

"And the fact that I'm not one of those people...made you choose me right? Because I'm a close friend who can tell you no when it matters right?" You took another sip of your coffee.

The look on his face at your question was one you were lucky to have caught as you side-eyed him.

"Please! You should be honored that your the first choice!" He teased.

"I'm probably the only neutral choice you have, since I know Shoko wouldn't care and Utahime would kick your ass!" You smirked.

You both laughed at the truthful statement before you opened the contract, it had about five pages of terms and conditions before the page where you sign.

"Just make sure that once you sign you wont regret it! You're almost signing your life over to me!" He said in that annoying sing song tone.

You gave him a look, "Please...the devil backed out of a deal with me...I'm the one you should be afraid of!"

He chuckled at your devil-may-care attitude...finding it amusing.

After he gave you time to mull over it, and you sobered up, you presented the contract to him at the end of the day after he zipped over to your house.

"Alright Satoru! Let's start this experiment!" You say, a smile on your face like an indomitable force of nature.

Not realizing what you were getting into, neither apparently did Satoru.

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#Satoru Gojo #Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x you #friends to lovers #experimental dating #anime #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk oneshots #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo drabble #satoru gojo oneshot #Gojo satoru x reader

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nox-creations · 2 years ago

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Guidelines

Welcome! Here I do icons/avatars, headers/banners, gifsets, stimboards, reply icons, userboxes, and wallpaper/homescreens/lockscreens.

(Rest of guidelines under the cut)

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I can do requests with a specific theme/aesthetic, group/squad requests, ship requests, LGBTQ+ themed requests, specific image sizes, ect. Just send a request and let me know what you want!

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Let's continue to my whitelist and blacklist. The whitelist is not an exclusive list of things I am willing to do, so if you want to send a request for something not on the whitelist you can! And if you're unsure feel free to ask. Both lists are prone to updates

Disclaimer: An item being on the whitelist or blacklist does not reflect how I feel about it. Not everything on the whitelist are things I like, they are just things I am willing to make content of. And not everything on the blacklist are things I dislike, they are just things I'd rather not make content of for whatever reasons I may have.

Whitelist:

Minecraft

Steven Universe

Danganronpa

My Hero Academia

Kakegurui

Bugsnax

Ghost and Pals

Genshin Impact

Undertale

Deltarune

Twisted Wonderland

Tears of Themis

Obey Me!

Mystic Messenger

Vocaloid

Project Sekai

Detroit: Become Human

MCSM

Welcome Home

Animal Crossing

DDLC

Splatoon

Enstars

The Elder Scrolls

Fallout Games

Animals

Fantasy creatures

Blacklist

IRL people (characters in live action media are fine, though)

South Park

Minecraft SMPs

Killing Stalking

Yandere Simulator

Yandere themes

Heavy gore (no guts and stuff, minor fake blood is fine)

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Tagging Content:

I will try to tag content appropriately, and I will try to use multiple tags to make sure anyone's filtering system can pick up on it. Feel free to ask me to tag a specific post.

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