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weird-dere-writes · 4 months ago

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how does yuno ask you on a first date? or do you do it?

This ended up being basically fic length selfship lore dropping here 😶. I hope u don't mind! But I do think it gives good context for the answer to your question mhm mhm 🙂‍↕️.

(here also are some other recent lore posts in twyuno zeitgeist uwu <3 lore 1 lore 2) [<- me when they're no longer as recent bc i've taken 2 weeks to answer this ask sekibnfikrebyidre]

Basically this particular lore dump is:

How me and Yuno end up meeting 💚🌿💜💫

This is fleshing out the little blurbs from the A-side and B-side moodboards.

Chronologically, B-side comes first. It all starts on the night of the ceremony where the squad rankings are announced and the numbers of stars earned is made known to the public (in the capital).

I am amongst the people in the capital, kind of just doing my own thing by myself. It was nice to enjoy the festivities, though it did bother me the amount of bad mouthing virtually everyone was doing about the poorer people around that were trying to find good opportunities for themselves and enjoy the festivities too.

I knew what the true purpose of this festival was, but I really had no intention of going to that part. To me, there's some merit to acknowledging the accomplishments of the squads, but at the same time I know things will inevitably be petty surrounding it all and I want no parts. I have enough of that every day already. Have since I ended up in the clover kingdom. I'm good. I do not need to be trapped in a sea of people with the mindset of the rich in this land.

And yet, I find myself being dragged to it by Leopold Vermillion when he finds me far out elsewhere enjoying the festivities. He is practically sprinting as he drags me along saying that it will be starting soon and we'll be late. (He lost track of time and was already running late when he found me).

We happen to make it to the back of the crowd in the announcement area just in time to see Asta soaring above the audience before landing on the stage. Julius makes statements about how the two young men on stage made the most progress of the new comers this year. Sekke "Mr. Ha Ha!" Bronzazza brings up their class to get the audience to turn on them. Inevitably, the audience does. And then Yuno and Asta decide to showcase their abilities. And Julius then shares his dream of a Clover Kingdom where everyone looks past class mhm mhm.

The moment Yuno summons the magic torrent of winds, I get a flashback to a natural phenomenon that would sometimes happen in my home country. A particular memory of how I stood in the middle of it once, washes over me. My heart is racing in my chest, my knees go weak, my eyes water, it feels like something I can't identify courses through my veins. I am transfixed on the source of that display, on Yuno.

Leo gets me out of my trance by placing a hand on my shoulder after they finish their display. Looks at me and I start following him. We have to meet with the rest of our squad to debrief with Mereoleona soon. As we make our way to that rendezvous point, he tells me it's gonna be okay. That we're both gonna get stronger. That we'll do more than just catch up, but that we'll surpass both Asta and Yuno.

And while that is comforting, because how much I have to grow is a part of how I'm feeling right now, he doesn't know that isn't the major contributor to this reaction.

When we're at that point, I am coaching myself in my head as we wait for our captain.

"Breathe."

Mereo comes down. Berates us for our ranking. And then, Asta and Yuno happen to come down the stairs. I feel the rest of my squad is focused on the captain. But I notice the two. My eyes fall on Yuno as he talks to Asta. I quickly look away. I feel shaky. My face warms. I breath a quiet sigh.

The next time we meet is just hours later. Mereo has kidnapped Charlotte, Yami, Yuno, some of the black bulls etc. We are at the volcano strong magic zone. We are challenged to learn mana skin and climb the volcano.

It takes me a moment to adjust to the atmosphere, but perks of coming where I'm from is the diversity of the landscape. Vast regions with different climates, ecosystems, mana (all strong), natural phenomenon, etc. I'm flying up the mountain with what looks like jets coming out of my feet shortly after Yami and Charlotte. Yuno begins making his ascent after me.

The further I get up toward the peak of the volcano, the more I start to feel... strange. I feel lightheaded; like my being, down to its core, is vibrating. My pulse feels shaky and erratic in my veins. I start to flail a bit just as Yuno overtakes me heading upward.

As you can imagine, it is not the most convenient to be losing my shit in the midst of a sky raining hot ash and boulders. I lose control of my path, and before I know it, I see black. I've passed out.

And yet, my body keeps moving. The moment I'm unconscious, my body rights itself again, the jets on my feet getting bigger.

By this point, Yuno had completed his trek up the billowing peak. Had been standing where he was for the span of a minute before I fly past, this 🤏🏾 close to clipping him. Results in a bit of a jumpscare on his part.

The jets on my feet stop, but I keep soaring. I'm flying in circles around the top of the volcano; on my third rotatation once Asta makes it up, propelled by his demon sword's thirst for Mereo's strong power.

Once Asta is punched into some rock and the rest make it to the peak, I am still just circlin' 🧍🏾‍♀️ and beginning to revolve faster and faster.

At first everyone (including Mereo) think I'm just pushing myself/showing off. It takes them all a minute to realize that I am actually unconscious.

A bit of a disagreement breaks out. Or rather, it’s more of a one sided argument. Lots of people present are saying that it’s dangerous and someone should get me down; getting more and more heated as Mereo without much emotion says to leave me. (She’s seeing something special about my interaction with the surrounding mana that the others don’t)

Tensions rise, but ultimately Yuno— always one to do what he thinks is right regardless of superiors, seniority, whatever— ends up being the one to get me down. He uses his wind magic to propel himself up and catch me; using his abilities to soften the blow of my body colliding with his. He brings me down, holding me bridal style as he and Mereo exchange the subtlest of glares.

Yuno kinda just keeps holding me as Mereo begins her after training spiel as the heat dies down and the water of the onsen comes out.

I wake up again around the time Sol makes the huge divider to separate the men and women. I’m a little too disoriented to worry about my previous feelings about him I was experiencing. I did feel a little warm though, when I felt his hand on my lower back to steady me once I was back on my feet. After being filled in on what happened from he and Asta, I thanked him, then went to join the ladies. That soak would probably help things...

He talked a little with Asta, his eyes lingering on me as I walked away.

After that day I would linger in the back of his mind. Curiosities about me and my abilities would haunt him from time to time. Sometimes it’s a little voice whispering to him other times it is grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. I will just pop up in his mind at the most random times and he doesn’t know why.

He finds himself wondering how I’m doing. What kind of magic I have and what the extent of my abilities are. Why I chose the Crimson Lion Kings. Et cetera.

Despite the many people he’s met since becoming a magic knight, the only other person he’s really thought about in that way is his family/rival, Asta.

It gets to the point where even his squad mates, who normally can’t read him too well (but know he’s a good guy), can tell something is on his mind. Mimosa is able to surmise from her own experience that it is not a something, but rather a someone. She really doesn’t know for sure, but in her mind, she thinks it’s him worrying about Asta.

Mimosa suggests to him that he should write about it. Someone she met once had given her the advice that if a certain person was always on her mind— a family member, an old friend, a rival, a teacher, someone that made her mad, etc.— that writing a letter to them, and putting all the thoughts in her head down on paper would help. The letter was never to be sent, but simply to be a receptacle of these thoughts and feelings toward whoever she was addressing. So she could stop thinking of them as much if it was stressing her out or distracting her.

Without many other ideas to help himself, Yuno does decide he will give this a try. But he is missing one crucial thing. Mimosa says it is very important that he address whoever he writes to by name! Else, he's not really addressing them and therefore his thoughts, is he?

So if he is alone and has the chance while he is out and about, he will ask around trying to figure out who I am. One lucky day, an elderly lady with a sweet soul in the capital has what he's looking for. She is an apothecary running a small shop somewhere tucked away. He was tracking a lead for a mission and found the little place along his way. Figured he'd stop in and ask if whoever was inside had seen anything unusual.

She tells him she hadn't, and gets to talking about how stressful it must be for a young man like him to be doing this kind of work; worrying in that kind way old people do. She gives him some dried rose petals free of charge, as a thanks for protecting this land they live in. Tells him that they can be used for many things, but he looks like the type that might like to make tea with them.

Just as he's about to open the door to the shop and continue his mission, he stops and turns around; asks if she knows about the girl he's looking for. She seems to know exactly who she is. The two are quite close, in fact.

After his talk with the nice lady, Yuno leaves the place with not only the dried rose petals, but an envelope that has the name Twyla written on it tucked away in his uniform.

One fateful day, when there is nothing else for him to do- no missions and perhaps Mimosa and Klaus are away- he figures he should try this exercise. Thing is, he can't really figure out how.

Yuno is not a man of many words. The letters he sent to even his own family at the church back in Hage were precise, to the point, and rather vague in nature, but well meaning nonetheless.

There were SO many things he wanted to ask me (theoretically), but translating those thoughts to paper just wasn't clicking for him. All he could manage to write to start was:

"Hello."

Eventually, he would fold up the letter and set it aside, opting to try again some other time before deciding to put it inside the envelope with my name so he wouldn't lose track of it.

Before long, payday comes around. Yuno has sent off some money along with a letter back to his home in Hage.

The two he's paired with for missions most often are around looking for him while he happens to be out training somewhere or other. They come across his room in the squad barracks, door nearly closed, but ever so slightly ajar (bro got sidetracked by another golden dawn member while leaving and didn't realize he didn't fully shut his door when he went off).

Klaus knocks and calls out to Yuno with no response. Mimosa surmises that maybe he isn't here, but Klaus, ever the worrywart, thinks it possible Yuno is somehow hurt. There is a small deliberation between the two before Klaus slowly pushes the door open to see Yuno is, in fact, not there.

After a little "hmph!" and push up of his glasses on his nose, Klaus goes to shut the door. But Mimosa stops him when she sees an envelope upturned on his desk. Immediately she is pushing past Klaus and into Yuno's room, pulling the envelope toward her and holding it closed, eyes scanning his desk for- Aha!

A wax seal stamp.

When she asks Klaus to light the candle nearby, he is confused. But she reasons with him that Yuno must have forgotten to send his periodic letter home! And the window to send it closes soon!

Right away Klaus is getting to it, and in a short while they have a sealed letter on their hands.

No peeking at whatever was written inside, of course!

Without even a glance at the front of the envelope they are handing it to a spatial traveling owl who will take it to where it needs to go.

For the first few days, Yuno doesn't realize it's disappeared. Some new assignments and training keep his focus. But when he DOES realize it, going to try the exorcise again only to end up searching his entire room and finding it absolutely nowhere, he:

sweats lowkey LMAO

Days later, I find myself receiving a letter. I am at first excited! And then confused? I had expected it to be the sweet apothecary who had essentially become my mother figure being here, seeing as her handwriting addressed me on the outside of the envelope. I thought it was neat that she had gotten a new wax seal to try!

But upon opening it, there was handwriting I did not recognize. With a simple greeting on an otherwise empty page.

H u h ?

Despite my confusion, I do decide on keeping it. And eventually, bored one day I figure why not respond. What an interesting way to make a new friend, right? Clearly if the sweet old lady ok'd this, she must have thought this person was good for me to meet, right?

So I draw this person a rose. And taking a page from them, I write only one word on the entire page to accompany the drawing:

"Hey."

Before I overthink myself out of it, I seal it up and send it (being lucky to find that the birds can somehow do a return to sender option lsnfuirneuidjterd).

And within the next few days, Yuno finds an envelope with a midnight blue seal on his desk.

He is apprehensive to say the least, but eventually opens it. And when he does, a light blush dusts his cheeks. Sylph is very much not happy about it, but as always, is ignored.

We start sending letters back and forth. For a long time he knows it is me he is sending these letters to, but on my end, I have no clue who this pen pal I am writing to is. (I'm not sure he knows I don't know lol)

I learn at some point in our back and forth that this person is in the golden dawn. I was a little shocked, but that was pretty cool! Making a friend in the top squad is something cool, no?

A few letters later, after finally building up the courage and asking, I learn it is Yuno who I have been writing to.

Aaaaaand Twyla.exe stops working NUREIBNFUYIKRSTDHBGYUGJREBLD.

It takes me a little longer than usual to send a reply bc... processing.

But I do become somewhat normal again and send one in time lol.

The next letter he sends, is a letter asking to formally meet, and maybe do a little speaking in person.

And THAT, dear Mimi, is what all of his and my squad members come to call our first "date". Even though neither of us were in the headspace to be capable of considering it that at the time lmao.

So long story short, he asked me out via letter 💌.

#black clover lore ♣️#twyuno #izvmimi 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 5 months ago

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Sooooo 👀 how'd y'all meet 👀 what kinda powers do you have 👀 same guild 👀 👀

How me n Yuno met is a good ass question I'm not gonna lie 👀. I haven't thought about that part just yet. At least not in depth. I'm thinking maybe something gets me really really mad and maybe he and the two squad mates he's always with are somewhere around. My magic gets really strong and dark for a sec. They sense it and go investigate. Not so sure that will be the actual way though. Just a quick thought I had at one point. Gonna keep the brain juices flowing and get back to you on that one UwU 💗💗💗. As for guilds, we are in different ones mhm mhm. He is a knight in the top guild in ranking, The Golden Dawn. I am in another very well respected guild The Crimson Lion Kings. Emblems for the two below~

Gonna tag Nana here ( @oooohno ) bc she asked the same question after u Kitten :3

This one I have been thinking of! :DDD

I think in this world my power attribute would be star magic 🌟.

Some specific abilities I've been thinking about:

Constellation Mapping - Using my abilities to create a 2D or 3D map (depending on the situation) of a given area, showing the magic signatures of people within the space as well as possible traps. The view is a deep blue and glittery like a night sky would be. And connecting a path between people or areas for passage would make it look like a constellation uwu.

Aurora Haze - A high temperature haze that would surround a target or targets that would look like the Northern/Southern Lights (aurora borealis/australis), serving to dampen their abilities by having them sweat out their mana (like the Ultime Volcano Grand Magic Zone). Also disorients them. The landscape they see through/outside the haze remains the same but all the people outside the haze disappear. Sometimes their comrades in the haze with them will take the appearance of the people they were fighting outside the haze. Could lead to them fighting eachother mmmm.

Restorative orbit - In which a number of colored stars searching for different kinds of injuries orbit around the person or people being healed, and begin shining light on those areas to restore them to their original healthy state. If the injury is internal, the part being healed will glow through the person's body like an x ray. It will be the same color as the specific star healing it. Made a little diagram below owo.

Racing Comet - A long range offensive attack. Drawback of this attack is that it takes a bit for it to form, and therefore will hardly ever be an element of surprise. It starts with a star I create and has to suck mana from the atmosphere to get larger and more powerful. Once it reaches a certain amount of energy, I send it wherever I desire and it shoots across the battlefield as one would in space, lighting fast. Combusts/explodes on impact, leaving in it's wake both ice and fire. Great attack. Only caveat is I can't miss lol.

As I grow as a wizard knight, I will learn more. But this is what I've come up with so far :3. Trying to be well rounded with applications of these four abilities fr, rather than just attack heavy or healing heavy mmm. Thank you both for asking! Helping me build my universe mhm mhm!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

#black clover lore ♣️#twyla talks 🗣️#katsukikitten 🌸#oooohno 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 1 month ago

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OMEGAVERSE MYDIRA?!?!?!?! HELLOOOOOOO tell me more about that please. i love a modern au too this sounds amazing already

Post that inspired this ask~

Okay so when you first sent this ask a few days ago, I really had no lore whatsoever for it. Was just imagining modern au alpha Mydei n omega Sadira gettin' freaky ngl LMAO.

BUT, since that day I have been thinking and building and plotting >:3. So thank you for inspiring this!! 💋💋💋

This is still not a completely put together thing, but just me stringing together some ideas uwu <33333. Prepare for SO MUCH YAPPING. Some a/b/o related, some world building for the modern au part lol.

Warnings: mentions of death (mydei parental lore) and death in childbirth (sadira parental lore)

**Note: scent matrix = The base/bulk of one's scent. The undertones that are always there. Though scent matrices can fall into similar categories, everyone's is unique.

So first, let's talk about Mydei.

Secondary sex: Alpha (Α)

Scent matrix: the hearth - a broad range of warm and earthy scents including wood smoke, vanilla bean, stone, and evergreen trees

Secondary notes: pomegranate, honey, and bready scents

Interesting fact: In general, Mydei's scent tends to be very muted. But there's this weird thing about it, where once you get to know him it behaves differently. But like strictly with people he is familiar. (i.e. if you are a friend of his in a crowd of strangers, others will not pay much attention to his scent, but you alone will be able to notice this interesting quality amongst them.) For the people close to him, his scent doesn't become super strong/overbearing or anything, but moreso very permeating to the senses. Like you will smell him coming from a good ways away. But not in a way where the scent is so strong you know it's him from whatever distance away. It's almost like a second sight, where even if he's coming from behind, his scent meanders it's way to you in the air, slowly becoming more and more potent as he gets closer. Like you can almost tell just how close he's getting and how fast he's moving via his scent alone. You can tell if he starts taking a different direction or if he stops, etc.

Y'know that art of biker Mydei? Yeah, that's him in this AU.

He is the son of a rich CEO/chef (his father, Eurypon) that runs a chain of fine dining establishments. His mother, Gorgo, was simply a gardener that loved food. She grew fruits, veggies, herbs, you name it, and did a little down to earth catering on the side. She often challenged her husband in his views on food and cooking etc. It was something healthy and beautiful that Mydei saw when he was very young, that sprouted his love and interest for food.

When Mydei was a kid, his mother died of a sudden illness. That death changed his father for the worst. It ended up with Mydei being pigeonholed by his father into following in his footsteps in the restaurant industry. Eurypon would lose the whimsy, the warmth, and the experimentation in his relationship with cooking that ultimately made his stewarding of Mydei both ruthless and soulless. The classic tale of "you will succeed me and take over this business I've built, but simultaneously, everything you do or try, despite your talents and creativity, will never be good enough because it is not my cooking or to my standard."

Mydei does genuinely have a fondness and a gift for the cullinary arts, but as you can imagine, this years long contention between him and his dad makes him rather jaded to the "upper echelons" of cooking and all it entails. He craves something less formal, with more personality, that is just fun and delicious. So to seek that out for himself, he tries to distance himself from his father and that sphere of cooking as much as possible. Basically ghosts the restaurant location he works at, ditches his next formal evaluation with his father, cuts off all contact, and moves to another city with nothing but the fund his mom left him and his bike.

One of his father's restaurant locations does still happen to be in this city he moved to, unfortunately, but it is on the far opposite end from where he will be looking at staying. So he's not super worried about it.

He ends up choosing a luxury apartment building that has a few vacancies on the 10th floor. He had hoped to get the room right next to the elevator with a stunning view, but it was taken by another soon-to-be tenant an hour or so before he got there. So he would end up with one of the rooms all the way down the hall with a very comparably beautiful view.

Over the next few months he settles into his new home, gathering furnishings, figuring out places to do his shopping in the city, places to visit etc. He did go looking for jobs in the industry that would challenge him, but despite his skills and experience he finds nowhere will accept him. Even places that said they would be moving him forward in the process of employment. They suddenly have a change of heart. He has a feeling his father had probably gotten him blacklisted for the stunt he's pulled. But he keeps looking.

In the mean time, he kinda just exists. Some stuff that just starts as little things to do become hobbies, and those hobbies in turn kinda become lucrative for him in the end. To where he doesn't really need an employer anymore.

He starts a blog writing about food trucks he visits in the city. He talks about their food, their menu concepts, quality of the trucks themselves and their cooking setups, and recommends improvements in different areas regarding it all. It kinda stirs up a buzz in the city with that particular market, and people really come to value his opinion.

He also starts making little videos on what started as a throwaway account of him just cooking stuff. He never shows his face. Always has on the same (1) getup (2) for his videos. Just makes stuff and ends the video. He quickly finds though, that these videos get traction too. Separate from the attention he gets on his blog, as he does not insinuate any connection between the two online (as of yet). Gets him sponsors n such that help him fund his cost of living fr. He does desire to keep what's left of his mother's fund for him for something more meaningful, after all.

He often wonders if the person that managed to get the apartment he originally wanted had a similar hobby but was more inclined to do baking? He swore every time he passed by their door it smelled like apple pie.

Anyways about his BIKE. That thang is his BABY. A passion project outside of his time cooking that he put his heart and soul into modifying himself. It is his only means of transportation and he monitors it with the same precision he uses in cooking fr. He will be able to tell if the slightest thing is off about it or needs attention and will act accordingly.

He always parks in the same spot in the apartment garage, between a wall near the elevator and a dark gray minivan that, similarly, always parks in the same spot. When it's not there, he lowkey feels like a layer of protection is gone. He always hopes for it to return soon if it isn't there when he returns from somewhere.

Also also, despite all the cooking he does, he mostly eats out/keeps his fridge empty 🧍🏾‍♀️. The nature of his bike makes it so he can only really shop for a few days at a time at most, and he isn't a big fan of having groceries delivered to him. Wants to use his eyes to get the best quality of stuff he can, minimize the possibility of mistakes or nasty mishaps in transit on the part of the person delivering and all that.

Now for Sadira:

Secondary sex: Omega (Ω)

Scent matrix: seasonings - a broad range of herbs and spices including cinnamon, lavender, pepper, and mint

Secondary notes: apple, rose, and parchment

Interesting fact: Sadira never leaves her abode without a scent blocking band around her neck. Even if it is for but a few minutes to go downstairs and get her mail. Sometimes she even wears it in her own home when she has company over. For events where she needs to dress up a little more, she wears one with a little pearl on it. Really, she likes to keep it simple. Why she does this, you ask? A few reasons. One: she is just an omega girl in a scary world. Two: lowers chances of discrimination if people have to guess what her secondary sex is. The third and most substantial reason, is that it has always seemed people find her scent... offensive. People have crinkled their noses, glared at her, straight up asked her to leave certain areas, or even had genuine like pseudoallergic reactions to her scent before. It's not that the scent itself is bad, but that it's so complex and can often be a little much for others to process. It registers to them as this muddled amalgam of notes that clouds their senses in a rather unpleasant way. Very few people know what she smells like these days. No one in this new city she's moving to will know. It does makes her a little sad that such a major part of her existence as an omega is her biggest insecurity, but c'est la vie...

Sadira comes from a long line of titans of the book industry. Authors, publishers, editors, booksellers, researchers, etc. Her dad is one such publisher, with connections and reach far and wide. That being such, he is going everywhere, all the time, all across the country. He does reach out every once in a while, but ultimately remains rather distant. It's been that way since the death of her mother, who lost her life in childbirth when Sadira was younger. Her mother, Maelani, was a beloved children's storybook author/artist before she passed. Touched the hearts of many and taught many children valuable things through her works.

It has always inspired Sadira, but she doesn't know if that is what she's meant to do. She doesn't really know what she is meant to do. She does want to stay in the same field her parents have for generations, but wants to do something new, something special, something of her own. So she's moved from her home in which her father no longer resides and into this new city to explore herself. She'd managed to snag a position consulting different public libraries in the area before moving, so she was pretty set for income once she'd arrived.

This was a big city, and it was more convenient for her job that she don't live on the outskirts in a neighborhood somewhere. That, and a house is a rather big commitment for her to just be finding her bearings. So she figured a luxury apartment was the closest thing she could get that would fit for what she needed it for. She was able to find a nice building surrounded by some useful places with some open spots on it's 10th floor. Lucky her, her apartment was right by the elevator. Oh the sweet relief of being able to slip inside her abode as soon as she put the world behind her with the close of the elevator doors. She imagined that'd be so lovely after a long day. Could rip off her scent blocking band as soon as possible and just vibe.

She'd managed to claim a pretty good spot near the elevator for the garage too, thank goodness. Would be a little spooky to have to walk around that place at night. Though she supposed if she didn't have this spot and was a little too scared to leave her car, she could just put the seats down and sleep there. She's got spare pillows and blankets in there and everything stashed away. How, you ask? Or why? Well, her choice of vehicle happens to be a dark dray minivan with stowaway seats. People always asked why she would choose such a thing if she doesn't have kids or a big family to drive around. And the simple answer is that it's practical. Could carry a lot of people, could carry a lot of groceries, could transport large things like furniture, tools, tvs. It just made sense. And it definitely came in handy with her move. She found with her new job, she was transporting a lot of stuff for the libraries too, so life was made easy peasy with her ride!!

Though, the longer she lives there, she does wonder what it must feel like to kind of do the complete opposite? To simply want to carry yourself and not worry about extra factors? To truly feel the speed of what you ride in a different way? The clearly well cared for motorcycle always parked next to her, that always smelled faintly of pomegranate, made her wonder... She had never managed to see its rider.

Anyways, the longer she was in the city, the more she began to see a path that she found interesting that she could focus on in her work. She found that integrating more spheres of online niches in with physical libraries might be an interesting venture! Something that would maybe bring more people into libraries. Possibly in the future she could arrange events inviting different writers and creators with an online presence to these places?

One of the blogs she had been enjoying visiting often lately, was this one where someone provided commentary on their experiences with food trucks in the city. And it's CRAZY but lowkey silly because it feels like somehow this person is always reading her mind. She swears every time she goes to read a new entry about a different food truck, it JUST so happens to be one that's selling food she was craving recently. So obviously, she has to make a visit to them herself, and compare her experiences and thoughts to what she read from the blogger once she eats.

HEHE and I have even more ideas, but I do believe I will have to be saving them for future posts 🤭. To expand them more and connect them to these thoughts mmm. Besides, this post is plenty long enough LMAO. But I hope you enjoyed reading, lovely!! 🥰

#mydira #pastelle rabbit 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 7 months ago

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has ichigo ever used your body for stress relief? have you ever used his? how does it usually go? 👁️

Yes and yes, dearest Mimi 🙂‍↕️

Prepare for some SERIOUS yappin' hejdhekdudodyd like masters in yapology level yapping omg why did dumping my thoughts end up this long HHHHHHHHHGGGG. Imma be so real, writing for Ichigo was the easy part. What took so long was writing about myself osenuikjfrdiknbtikfj. I am psychoanalyzing him and exposing myself here frfr skjrbfiyerbdikeidj. But I hope you enjoy :3.

If y'all don't wanna read about me n Ichigo fuckin' skip this one lmao <3

With Ichigo, there are 3 perceivable levels of stress. I've come to learn this the longer we've been together.

The first stage is him being quieter than usual. Like it isn't unlike him to be quiet and doing his own thing; to have content silence. But there's a slight tension in the silence that I can feel when he's bothered. Typically, whenever I ask him at this stage if everything is okay, he will tell me what's going on. Normally, it isn't anything too big or serious, but he'll get my thoughts on things concerning whatever the situation or feeling is.

The second stage is when the silence is more loud. He's more distant and often needs some space to himself to introspect (what he would call it) or brood (what I would call it). His natural scowl will seem to get a bit deeper at these times. Sometimes, I'll brush my thumb between his brows to smooth the wrinkles and advise him to breathe. Even to breathe with me in a short exercise sometimes. Just as a reminder that I don't know what's going on, but I'm here for him when I think I see him getting a little too deep. Because at this second stage, I'm not getting anything out of him until he's ready to tell me or our friends that know exactly what's going on force it out of him in a way I can't.

The third stage of stress is when I believe him to be at his peak. He's physically restless and fidgety, which is really unlike him. I KNOW something is heavy on his mind that he either feels powerless or doesn't know what to do about. But he doesn't want to bring me into anything or worry me, so he remains tight-lipped. He wants to figure things out on his own. Obviously, I hate to see him this way, so my move is to comfort him how I can, given the circumstances.

I will come to him, place my hands on both his cheeks and look into his eyes. I see storms raging in them as he looks back at me. We take a moment and freeze. Just to focus on one another for a bit. Then I will gently tilt his head down and kiss his forehead, before bringing him into my arms. I'll hold him and speak softly. Tell him that I know something is bothering him, but i won't ask him to tell me anything. Tell him that we need to find a more productive way to release this energy in his body, and ask him how he wants to proceed. Sometimes we'll go out on a walk. Sometimes we'll lift weights. Sometimes we'll play a video game. Sometimes we'll draw. Sometimes we'll cook. Just something to get his body moving and his mind on something else for a while.

At times, he won't know how he wants to proceed. He can't think of anything he'd want to do. That is when I offer up myself. If he wants, he can have me. 9 times out of 10 in that situation he will say yes. (The other 1 of 10 times we will just end up cuddling for a while.)

It is at this point that once we are in the bedroom (our stress relief sex is always in the bedroom where we are safest and coziest <3) that I gently usher him through everything. I'm readying our bed while I have him go splash his face in the bathroom. When the bed is done and he comes out, I am undressing him; removing all but his shirt (more on that soon). I will dress down to either just my bra or full nudity depending on the vibe. I'm getting him on the bed, kissing his body, hitting all his sensitive spots, caressing his hips, whispering sweet nothings to him. Doing basically everything but touching him in that spot bc he's more slow to warm up in these times. I just focus on loving on him gently. I don't start touching him there until he either moves my hand to it, or asks me to. Usually by then it is a solid pole and it's hot 🌡. I'll stroke him for a little bit and we'll kiss until he's ready to flip us over.

Missionary is his chosen position just about every time he's using my body for stress relief. He wants to see me. He wants to see into me. He wants me to see him. He wants me to see something in him. To show me something he cant find the strength to say in words.

At any other time in missionary we are very close quarters. Most of our bodies are touching. It is very intimate.

Not to say this is not intimate, but there is a marked level of tension in the air that is not sexual. Like, his state of mind manifests itself physically in that missionary at these times is at arms length as he is above me.

He'll start with a slow grind as he feels things out; his brows furrowing upwards as he tries to focus on the good sensations, grunting here and there. When he starts feeling it is when he'll take the hem of his shirt and put it in his mouth. He needs to bite on something. The grinding becomes more of a deep ramming, and he goes from grunting here and there to a bit more whiny/whimpery.

And its like AUGH. Cus the visual AND him whimpering is so HOT but I hate it has to come from circumstances that bother him. Bc I can still see it in his eyes.

Between my own mewls here and there i am murmuring to him, affirming him, complimenting him, reassuring him, just being present with him.

When he's getting close, his eyes will flutter closed. And I want nothing more than to pull him close. But I leave him where he desires to be until his eyes clench and he spills inside me.

I don't always get to finish with these sessions, but that's okay. He'll apologize for it in those instances, but I shush him. I just wanna support him fr. I'm happy to hold him again at the end of it all.

I love him sm he is my baby he is my everythiiiinnnggggg 🥹🧡.

With me, it’s not so much progressive stages of stress, but more so 3 differing kinds. Different ways I instinctively deal with a given situation.

Type 1: Head full

I can’t stop thinking about whatever is bothering me. I'm getting in my head; overthinking about the occurrence that disturbs me, replaying it over and over, pondering how it could have gone differently, having realizations after the fact, wishing i would have said something different to better get my point across, drowning in the crippling ordeal of being perceived the wrong way, knowing I should not be this affected and yet continuing to feel. My face feels like stone and my head begins to hurt. I am increasingly aware of the tension in my brows, trying to make sure I don't look mad or something. I feel warmer the longer I think. Especially in the face. I feel my pulse more.

Similarly to Ichigo in his first stage, if he asks me about whatever bothers me, I am more likely to tell him about it in this type of stress response. We can talk it out. Maybe there will be some reassurance, some criticism, some advice, etc. He is there to make me feel heard so I can get the racing thoughts out of my head. So I can move on with my daily life frfr and not be trapped in this simmering emotion.

Type 2: Head empty

Stress is weighing on me. I am frustrated, but whatever situation I was put in is something I am still actively navigating; perhaps by obligation. I have no choice but to continue to try to push through it. But because I don't have the space to overthink, I instead shut down and just go through motions trying to get through to the other side. Until I can breathe again. And by that time I am just tired. Too tired to begin to overthink even then. A little relieved things are over but still can't quite believe I was put under that much stress. Especially so if it wasn't because of my doing.

When in this type of stress response, like his second stage, if possible, I tend to be more to myself. I feel like if I try to explain things to someone that they just won't understand my thoughts and be somewhat careless and uncaring with their response. The weight of that possibility is too much for me. The amount of emotional effort it takes to express myself when I'm that bothered is not worth risking. Even just practicing in my head or out loud alone if I feel somewhat resolved to do so will have me shedding tears.

Sometimes when I get like this, I assure Ichigo that I trust him. I see that my being this way is bothering him. I feel that I need to let him know that i'm aware he would never try to hurt me. I just... can't bring myself to talk about whatever is going on. Other times he already knows and is ready to just do what he can to support me.

This is where sometimes he will offer himself up sexually for stress relief. When I am in this type of stress, his typical move is to eat me out. As long as we have been together, I am still shy about this man giving me head. I will be a blushing mess and can barely look at him. Also I feel his view looking up at me is probably so unappealing??? This is all strategic on his part, though.

Since I can't tell him of my stress, this is his way of having me be vulnerable to him in another fashion. He will hold me firmly by the legs or hips to keep me from squirming, to keep me from humping his face too much, to allow him control of the situation and hindering me from hiding or running away. When he's doing this, he is making sure my eyes stay on him too and it burns me from the inside out. And he knows it, staring back at me with his tongue between my legs. If I break our shared gaze he will either tell me to look at him or stop his ministrations until I look back at him.

It can be a long song and dance that pushes me to tears, but he's resolute. If it gets to that point, he will hold my hand to comfort me, but nothing else changes. I will be crying when I cum as I drown in the depths of his pools of brown. Once the waves of orgasm finish washing over me is when he allows me to look away. When I start to squirm a bit and sob shakily; fisting at my eyes.

He'll give me a minute to process the physical and emotional release before he's caressing me, and moving in to hold me. Telling me how proud he is and that no matter how much i looked away or how stubborn I was that I did good. Reassuring me that he's here and everything is gonna be okay <3.

Type 3: Avoidance

A certain something I do not want to face looms on the horizon, bringing up an anxiety in me that I cannot always place. I keep telling myself I have more time, that I will get to it, and do other things instead that I enjoy, or simply get rest, as a chronic procrastinator does. I've gotten quite a bit better about it over the years I think, but sometimes I do have that nagging itch, to turn my gaze the other way and keep the stress at bay. Slowly letting it creep closer and closer until it is upon me, and more stress inducing than it ever had to be.

The sex that happens for relief in this instance of stress response is usually a while after the fact of the stressing event. My own choice to ignore whatever I didn't want to face leading to a compounding of high stress and being forced into action is not a good time for it lmao.

Ichigo did warn me multiple times about this upcoming stressor, but uh... 🧍🏾‍♀️. My brain said no sibnfkernbikdfd.

It will be a 50/50 on if he decides to help me in the moment or leave me to deal with it myself. Extremely valid of him ngl. A girl needs to learn sometimes ✊🏾😔.

He doesn't take joy in me being stressed though, of course. Once what I needed to get done is all said and done, he will move in to help me decompress. Not always in a sexual way, but when it is, he goes all in. Wants to get me to a point where I'm so blissful I can't even think, stress be condemned to hell.

Ichigo will set up our room. With candles (on candle warmers cus he's safe like that uwu), rose petals, music and all. Will have me undress and lay on the bed on my stomach. Get me nice and oiled up as rubs me down with a full body massage, gently working the tension out of my muscles. Once he's done I'm nearly falling asleep, but he'll have me position myself so there is a pillow under my hips and I am hugging another pillow.

From there, my man will commence hitting it from the back. Again, he isn't really holding me down, but holding me firmly (not that I planned to move much anyway lol).

Also note that when he is doing this he is again at arms length above me; considering that I may still need that space as he does when I let him use my body for stress relief. (what a thoughtful sweetie 🥺)

He will make me cum no less than three times. He will hold me firmly as mentioned before until I cum the first time. Leading up to the second time, his touch is more light; more comforting. His hands, big and warm, are rubbing circles into my skin, stroking down my back, etc. Leading up to the third time, his thrusts are a lot slower, but deeper. He stops sometimes to kiss down my back before continuing his movements. He's calling me his pretty girl and telling me how much I deserve this; how much he loves me.

Rounds past that point could be anything fr. But know that by the end of it all, my heart is full, my puthy is full, my mind is full but only of him, and I am crying bc I am in utter euphoria 🕊️.

WHEW ‼️

thank u for putting your eye bawls to my yap session 😌💞.

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weird-dere-writes · 2 months ago

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HAPPY HUMP DAY WHOS THE LUCKY GUY

Hehe as you've seen by now, beloved, Mydei is the man on my mind this fine hump day.

And I do have a deep desire for the humpening... 🧎🏾‍♀️

Humpening so good he ends up locked inside me SOBS.

Who is YOUR lucky guy this hump day, lovely Sachi? 👀👀👀👀

#lostwrlds 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 2 months ago

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What's the first thing you're doing if you body-swapped with one of your babes?

Girl I think I’m gonna have to save it bc I may write a whole fic about it I fear 🫣

#HELP #NSKXJSODJS #startcarvingdarling 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 2 months ago

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politely requesting a list of twyuno’s favorite positions 🌝💦

HAKZGSOYSOSHOSHSKDHDKDHDH

Positions and vibes below the cut ⬇️

***Note: For anyone who is not Amira reading this (bc she got to see them via DMs), I originally had pics from that one website I’m sure every self shipper knows with the red and yellow figures getting down @ sex positions dot club but tumblr hates me ig so if you want visuals I am sorry to have to ask you to visit the site and look them up augh 😔💔

Our usual go to positions are close quarters & sensual <333. They include:

Missionary - The classic face to face loving we all know. Very intimate. Lots of kisses. Pulling one another ever closer. Def the position we tend to gravitate toward most when we start badly craving one another.

Oath - In which we are both on our knees and he is behind me, holding me. My arm reaches back to hold him in turn. There’s just something about having him hit it from the back, kissing my neck, maybe holding me by my neck (but not squeezing). We both find ourselves getting dizzy and heady when we do this one.

French Kiss - Similar to missionary, but it happens in a comfy chair of some sort. Where I am sitting on the seat and he is kneeling between my spread legs to thrust into me AUGH. We are still close, and kissing a lot, but this feels more passionate, fiery, and desperate than our typical missionary.

Thirst - A position where we are both laying down on our sides, facing one another. His legs are intertwined with mine and he cradles me. He has great access to my neck in this position and absolutely goes to town on it I’m ngl. Not in a territorial way, but in that soft “I need to taste you” type of way. I feel like this is one of those positions where my heart gets so full I can’t help but to hump into him.

Tango - Similar to thirst, but he is laying on his side and I am laying on my back next to him. One of his legs rests between the both of mine. One of my legs bends over that leg; the other is flat under it. He strokes my bent leg with one hand, while the other is wrapped under the back of my neck. In this position we often find ourselves chasing after the other even though we are both right there. Being wrapped up in one another like this just makes us hungry, nostalgic, affectionate.

When I'M feeling frustrated/jealous/posessive, I typically take him like this:

Crouching tiger - Kind of like cowgirl, but his legs are bent and I’m leaning in close. One of my legs is bent so that a foot is planted next to his ribs. The other is so that my knee rests against the bed. One hand rests beside his head, the other, is behind me toying with his family jewels. As much as I love Yuno and Yuno loves me, I am not getting in his ass. So the best I can muster is to take him in this possessive stance. To take what I want in a wild rhythm, panting, grunting, glaring at him. Letting the animalistic instincts take over as I claim him as mine, mine, mine.

Fifth element - Very very similar to the amazon position, but like,,, I am all over that man. His legs are up, mine are kinda squatted as I bounce on him pretending it is me doin the fuckin. We are chest to chest, face to face, and our arms are wrapped around each other. This is less aggressive than crouching tiger. When I’m feeling some type of way and I take him like this, I am calm. I’m am looking him in the eyes and we are having somewhat of a telepathic conversation. I’m fucking him and I’m caressing his face, silently asking him, “You’re mine, right? All mine? You love me? Cus I love you. They can’t have you.” And he will caress me back, letting a whimper or two slip.

When HE'S feeling frustrated/jealous/possessive, he will typically take me like this:

Eagle - It’s pretty much mating press, but his legs are more back rather than on either side of my ass. The backs of my knees rest in the crooks of his elbows and my feet are in the air on either side of his shoulders. Due to the nature of how I’m folded in half, we are not chest to chest. There is a little space between us. But it’s still close enough to be suffocating as he throws the weight of his thrusts into me. Yuno is not glaring at me, but there’s a noticeable crease in his brow, and his pants are louder than normal. Sweat from his hair drips around me. A part of me wants to reach up and kiss him, but I know he’s busy staking his claim and trying to watch my face contort with each move he makes. My hands squeeze at his thighs partially trying to soothe the fire in him, partially trying to pull him in deeper.

Tight squeeze - Something kinda in between doggy and prone bone. Where we are both on our knees like doggy, but his chest is up against my back. One arm supports him on top of me. The other is wrapped tightly around my midsection. His face rests between my shoulder blades and he grinds into me relentlessly. He nips at my skin, he moans louder, his eyes are clenched shut. Eagle was more angry, more aggressive, whereas this position for him is more needy, desperate. He needs me to feel how much he loves me. He needs to reach as deep as he can because only he can make me feel like this. He needs to fill me up over and over so I never think twice about who I belong to.

When he wants to look at me <3

Butterfly position - In which I lie on my back and rest my ankles on his shoulders, while he sits and his hips meet mine so that his knees are on either side of my tummy. This is one of those positions where we have soft conversations while we’re doing it. Definitely one of those giggly sex positions <333. He gets a nice view of me from the front here. Sometimes we’ll stop the rhythm so he can caress my leg, kiss down it etc. Seeing him smile and feeling the energy between us in this position gets me exceptionally wet.

Emperor - In which I lay on my side and he kneels behind me with his legs spread as he pushes in. He can rub his hands all over my side, my hips, my boobie closest to him, caress my face. There’s just something about the way I am literally laying there sitting pretty while he fills me up that does it for him. I love the way he squeezes at my flesh the closer he gets to climax <3.

Princess - Another similar to cowgirl, but instead of sitting on your knees it looks more like squatting. If he wants me in control, he will rest his hands on my knees. But if he wants a little part in it, he will support my butt and help me bounce. Another frontal view, but from under me. He just thinks I’m so pretty from this angle fr. Loves the way my locs bounce each time he’s sheathed in me. Loves to watch my legs begin to shake the longer I go on. Bewitched by how open yet simultaneously tight I can get in this position.

Concubine - In which he kneels behind me and I am laying on my stomach with my legs wrapped around him so my ankles cross at his back. This is the back shot view. He does, in fact, love my voluptuous booty cheeks. He loves to trace his fingers down my back and watch me shudder. Watching the way my hair cascades around me as my head tosses to and fro. Oh, and how the pretty arch he creates almost makes him drool. He likes the way it feels when our hips meet in this position.

#tumblr I’m begging pls be nice and let my hard work writing all these words fix the guidelines issue I BEG #twyuno #pastelle rabbit 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 3 months ago

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WAIT I WANNA HEAR

👀👀👀

Ignore the M4A btw I have no clue why that’s there. I just downloaded this app rn for this purpose lol.

#lvmimis 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 7 months ago

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is ichigo a ‘don’t run from me’ kind of guy in bed or a ‘i promise i’ll be gentle’ and he is, kind of guy? 👁️

So you’re trying to kill me, huh?

I suppose this is in order after my little luffy stunt earlier mmmmm. Very well, Mimi~.

To answer your question, I believe earlier on in our relationship, when we first start getting intimate, that he is the ‘I promise I’ll be gentle’ and he is kind of guy.

But the longer we are together the more he evolves into the most DANGEROUS mix of both ‘I promise I’ll be gentle’ and he is and a ‘don’t run from me’ kind of guy 👁️👁️💦

LORD

I-

Sometimes that man scares me

Like it gets to a point where it almost feels like he's possessed or bewitched. I can see it in his eyes. Feel it in every touch. Hear it in his voice. That he is burning. That there is a certain hunger in him that I cannot come close to contemplating.

In bed, Ichigo is rarely ever rough, per se, by any means. But when I tell you, he moves with intention.

hbweolhouetrhjonheuoe my heart is palpitating just thinking about it...

With him, it's not like keeps me from running away, but that running away was never an option to begin with. When he is like this and he wants me, he completely encapsulates me; raptures me.

It's so funny because in most other instances he can be so unintentionally silly with his lack of a thought process. Yet with this, he is so meticulous. Every touch, every caress, every kiss, every stroke, every murmur and whisper, is gentle yet intense. It dizzies me. It drags me deeper. It locks me in.

Each action he takes is a delicate dance that keeps my soul in my body there with him, in the moment. Because I assure you, my soul is trying with all its might to ascend as he sets me alight and I burn from the inside out.

It is all I can do to cry his name and hold fast to him as my vision goes blurry with bubbling tears...

My body will respond to him how it will on it's own and my mind is just along for the ride.

Ichigo is a kind of guy that's gentle and passionate, but keeps me right where he wants me.

Each time I see THAT look in his eye, I know I am in for a loooooonnggg journey. And he knows I know. So he will come up to me and kiss my hand, before promising he will take good care of me. And he does. Every. Time.

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-#ichidere #izvmimi 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 6 months ago

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who misses who more and who acts on it more? <33

I miss him more. Not that he doesn’t miss me. It’s just that he feels more secure in himself and what’s going on around him when I’m on his mind in that way. Like he won’t focus in on that nagging feeling bc he is pushed forward knowing he will be with me soon; that he is doing all he can in his power to be able to do so. I’m more prone to sinking into that nagging feeling. It blinds me and has me falling for him again. Has me falling for his presence and the comfort it brings. It blooms a deep desire in me. When I want him… I want him 🥺🥺🥺. The world isn’t right until I have him 🥹. I am very affectionate and very attached so it can be haarrrdddd. But he always obliges me <3. Bc he knows it’s all bc I love him <333.

As mentioned above, I am very affectionate. Any chance I get, I am on that man loving him. He is affectionate too, of course, and reciprocates when I do so. But in general, bc he’s not as touchy, he’s more of the type to feel fulfilled by being in my presence. Content silences, parallel play, watching me do things, sometimes following me around to stay in my general vicinity. I physically affection him more n he kinda just likes being near me. But I feel when he misses me enough to act on it in a way more along the lines of how I would, that it’s a lot louder. Bc I am always showing him my love, I feel it’s more… for lack of a better word, normalized? More mundane? So I’m not inclined to call it “acting on” missing him in a particularly significant way. It’s just what I do fr. But for him, if it gets to him and he needs me, he is acting on it. And in that sense, I think he does so more. If that makes sense nsksjsksjsnd.

Thank you for asking, my lovely 😘💋

#orange husband 🧡#ichidere #izvmimi 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 4 months ago

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is yuno a moaner or a whimperer or a groaner?

The prettyboy is a whimperer, I’m afraid. He does have lower toned moans as well, but gravelly grunting and groaning isn’t really his thing. Doesn’t come to him naturally. If he gets really into it tho with that kind of aggressive vibe (but not like ACTUALLY aggressive yk), what he tends to do is like pant rhythmically through his nose. Like in between every other thrust. The closest he comes to groaning can be like when he cums really really hard. But it’s more like his voice gets caught in his throat. Like a cry that cuts itself off.

The way feral Twitter reaction drawings filled my brain the moment I read this ask I needed to lay DOWN. But then I got surprisingly into describing this nsjxkdjxkxj I love that man.

And I love YEW Mimi :3 💋

I need that man in my guts so very expeditiously actually 💚🌿

#AUGH #wizard king 🌿#twyuno #izvmimi 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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weird-dere-writes · 5 months ago

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ok extremely important question - what squad are you in, if any? and if not, what kingdom are you from, what’s the lore?

I was thinking about it last night, and I think I would be a part of the Crimson Lion Kings. Cus I would want to have connections to certain characters but not necessarily be right there in the squad y’know? I want our paths to converge in a way more mysterious than simply bc of vicinity lol. I feel like a way the bonds would be stronger with people of different squads in a way? Methinks I would have friends in The Golden Dawn, The Black Bulls, The Blue Rose Knights, and The Aqua Deer.

I also wouldn’t originally hail from any of the kingdoms. I would be a complete foreigner (like Yami). I think perhaps my homeland and it’s people/resources became a prize of conquest (taking a page from real life 🧍🏾‍♀️). Seeing the promise in my magic, people close to me found a means to send me away, to keep it from being used by such imperialists. They wanted me to become something to show that our people were more than just tools n servants they would become under tyrannical rule. Idk about becoming Wizard Queen, but once I get to the Clover Kingdom and figure out how things work, I am definitely trying to become a Knight Squad Captain bc of that conviction. I want to free people in the Kingdom like my own back home. I want people to see them for their worth. Not necessarily black ppl (as there isn’t a whole lot in the clover kingdom lmao) but the poor people for sure.

Understandably, or maybe not understandably but it is expected, bc I am a foreigner AND dark skinned, Locs and all, raging classism, underestimation, humiliation, etc ensues.

Regardless I do my homework on the Magic Knight squads and try to prepare for the entrance exam. Before the exam even occurs I decide on the Crimson Lion Kings. For three reasons.

Their color reminds me of my passion. Of the blood shed by my people who fought for our home to no avail. Of my responsibility to make something of my bloodline with the opportunity I’ve been given. To honor my ancestors. To live with the pride of a Lion.

It would be a bold statement should I succeed and a foreigner with no ties to royal blood became the head of a squad only previously run by the same family of royals.

The Captain seemed particularly… noble compared to his peers. More thoughtful. Willing to see the potential in any magic user. Strict but kindhearted. Not necessarily blinded by caste system type shit while still being relegated as part of a higher realm. Seemed like more of a chance for me given my goals.

And by my lucky stars, Fuegoleon is one of 4 captains that want to claim me during selection. (The other 3 were Yami, Charlotte, and Rill).

Whether or not Julius ever spots me during this whole process, doing the things he does when he sneaks away and shapeshifts, idk lmao. Chances are low but never zero lol.

#black clover lore ♣️#twyla talks 🗣#izvmimi 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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