#[ not something i usually do xDD ]

[morzowo]

eh chłopi (2023) was promising in early concepts but newest trailer looks just as if someone put live action footage through prisma filter

[despairforme]

[factual-fantasy]

Okay so I did some research on Seam and realized that it would be a crime to not add him to my AU in someway where him and Jevil reconcile and they escape to the multiverse together and are free and they're best friends and- 😭😭😭

I had a dark story all thought up for this but half way through drawing I changed the story so this isn't really canon anymore?? Or it might be idk- my Deltarune AU is only a few days into development so its constantly changing <XDD Sorry-

If anyone's interested in the story I've got it below the Keep reading :}} (Fair warning, its rather dark and disturbing..)

TLDR: This story is super dark and interesting to me but it might not be canon XD

ANYWAYS! The story behind this was Jevil and Seam come from a very dark and corrupt AU. Ruled by an even darker and wicked King (Lancers dad). In this AU they were Kings royal Magician and Jester as per usual. They were best friends though and preformed these beautiful displays of magic together. Side by side, hand in hand. They were best friends for years and always dreamed of one day running away together and finding a safe place to live.

Eventually Jevil met someone. Someone who spoke of a way to leave this place. They spoke of walking through your own reflection. And if done right, one could leave their AU entirely.. Jevil believed them out of desperation and tried to tell Seam about it. Seam thought Jevil was losing his mind. Walking through your own reflection? That makes no sense..

King caught wind of them plotting to escape. And as punishment to both of them he commanded Seam to lock Jevil away using his own magic.

In Seams eyes, Jevil was his best friend. His brother, the only thing in this world that he could trust. But he was more afraid of what King would do to him or Jevil for disobeying him, then he was willing to stand up against him. So while believing Jevil was sick in the head and needed help, he acted out of cowardice and sealed Jevil away..

I'm thinking that eventually sometime later, Jevil is able to escape through his own reflection. A mirror. And either he goes back and sees Seam dressed in these beautiful robes and thinks "well the king must be treating him well. Guess I'll just leave him to reap the benefits of betraying me.. >:(" And leaves with a bitter heart. THAT, or he just left. Never going back to check on Seam or see if King was treating him well or not.

So the AU continues. With Jevil traveling from world to world, meeting new people and learning new things.. When eventually he's with the whole gang and they're all sitting in a restaurant or something.

When Jevil suddenly feels this overwhelming sense of doom. Something horrible is about to happen to Seam. He just knows it, its in his bones. Deep within his soul he can feel it. He knows- he needs to save him.

He falls back out of his chair into a mirror and heads straight for his old AU. Showing up just in time to stop Seam from.. well..

They end up talking. Turns out that after Jevil was imprisoned, Seam tried to sneak down to the basement and visit him. He wanted to apologize for imprisoning him and explain himself- but he was caught by King.

"I just wanted to see him!"

"For that I will take your eye."

"NO! Please don't take my eye!!"

"For talking back, I will take your voice too."

King took Seams eye and stitched his mouth shut. He could still talk but not very well. To make things worse, when Jevil escaped? Seam thought he had died. Why wouldn't he? His magical barrier was never broken and Jevil was gone. Surly he must have died somehow.. Meanwhile everyone else was under the impression that Seam let Jevil escape because they were friends.

Seam then suffered greatly for years as punishment for "letting Jevil escape". He was bound by these magical chains made by King. He was abused for years and at this point he had enough. But before he could do anything rash.. Jevil returned.

Jevil then felt the sinking horror realizing that he left Seam alone in this world to be abused by King. He abandoned him. After all those years of promising to one day run away together..

Seam betrayed Jevil, and Jevil abandoned Seam.

After realizing all of this and having a long emotional talk. Seam and Jevil deeply apologized to the other, and forgave each other. Marking the beginning of their new friendship. And despite Seam feeling like he doesn't deserve freedom, he agreed to run away with Jevil and finally be free with him.

~~~~

Now this story is super cool and morbid and all but now I'm questioning the story and wether or not I want it to be canon <XD

I have some other ideas that I really like too and this one is just a biiiiit dark... ish. I mean I've made worse- but idk I guess this one just has a bad taste to it..

I also like the idea that Seam has been with Jevil this whole time and was the first person he saved. Which motivated him to try and save other people and give them the same freedom that he gave to Seam. But then that would change the Grillby fight and Spamton situation a bit and also maybe effect the Goner kid situation- GAH!! I'll figure it out eventually- <XDD

I hope this wasn't too hard to stomach and if you read all the way through I thank you :}} 💖

[lyomeii]

-> warnings: yandere themes, mentioned pregnancy (but nothing happens, I swear), mentioned violence, sukuna, arranged marriage, hallucinations, open ending because I’m busy with things :)

-> request by anon! Hi there! Can I ask for Sukuna's reincarnated lover who is incredibly kind and a great teacher and ALSO Gojo's lover but then Sukuna, infuriated by someone else having HIS lover, manages to get control of Juji and Y/n gets their memories back upon feeling his cursed energy and now Y/n is conflicted bc not only they still hold feelings for their King and want revenge for being manipulated by the elders through their reincarnations but they also love Gojo and his students and don't want to see them hurt, ahhh the drama!!!! And @yumieis WIAT WAIT HOW ABOUT SUKUNA X QUEEN OF CURSES MC???? LIKE MC FORGOT WHO HE WAS?? and another anon Both Gojo AND Sukuna being infatuated with Reader. Rip legs XDD

-> a/n: since those three are pretty similar, I decided to write it together as one post. I’m hope you guys aren’t angry with it and also, I got a little carried away with this one…

-> The sorcerer world knows about sukuna, who doesn’t after all? That man literally killed so many for own entertainment and own gains, so his name became quite famous among everyone who has cursed energy. what many people don’t know about it is his lover, a mysterious figure that accompanied him during his life as someone who not only was know to be only person he truly loved, but the main reason why he got defeat.

-> his beloved was used as a bait to trapped sukuna and be defeat by the sorcerers of that time. there was no deny this little acts made him furious, how could they hurt the person he loved the most? he will come back and once he does, sukuna will stole your away and make your his again. yet, he didn’t expect to take thousands of years to make it happen.

-> once he got trapped inside yuji body, it was clear the world has changed and a lot, but he could still sense you around and it didn’t took much time to find you. as a powerful sorcerer, sukuna was no surprised to see you as a faculty member of the another school that usually comes to tokyo to pay a visit at your loved one…gojo satoru.

-> not a good thing that sukuna got furious hearing the news of someone that resembles his past lover is married to the gojo satoru, the very same sorcerer who took him down as he first wake up in this time era. the many thought are running over his head, is possible that it’s really you? could it be some type of reincarnation? he has to find out and didn’t took much time for it.

-> once yuji was locked down, sukuna was able to hear through whispers about the real you. a young teacher who not only is engaged to the greatest sorcerer of the modern times, but also the truly reincarnation of the spouse of sukuna, making you an important piece for the higher uppers. fearing that one day you might get your memories back, they decided to marry you off to the gojo clan. which as a clever idea since all the servants from the household not only take care of you in his absence and always make reports of your actions through the day.

-> that only made sukuna angrier. they knew about the true story of his wife and they are making you forget about it. he needs to find a way to make you remind him or at least make sure you divorce gojo satoru. yet, he is incapable of doing anything as he struck inside yuji’s body, the curse can only watch you live happily ever with that damn sorcerer for now.

-> as you continue to work in kyoto, something strange happened during one of your missions. a high ranked curse attacked you and some of the third years during what was supposed to be just a normal day. thankfully none of the students were severely injured, but things weren’t so good for you. laying in a hospital bed with bandages all over your body to cover the many wounds and a headache that is only getting stronger by every second that goes by.

-> staying inside that boring and white room all by yourself, voices began to whisper all over the room. hearing them all the time is driving you insane, some of them call you ‘his wife’, ‘beloved’ or others names that you prefer to ignore. despite the many words the whispers call you, all of them have an unique connection and that what makes you feel sick…they said that you are sukuna’s significant other.

-> this has to be just hallucinations due to the constantly medication you’ve been taking, but no, the whispers only keep saying it over and over til you fall asleep. if this is indeed true, then it’s mean that you have been a pawn for the higher upper sorcerer since the day you were born, does it mean that gojo knows about it? the many doubts that are been planting inside your mind is growing more and more as you finally recover, but instead of going home to see your so beloved husband, you take a small trip to the archives.

-> there, between the oldest and restricted documents, your suspicions were confirmed. not only you are indeed connected to sukuna as a reincarnation version of his wife, but this thing has happen going on for thousands of years. whatever a reincarnation occurred, a council decided to marry them to a high ranked sorcerer to make sure that they would have children even more powerful than previous generations. this is sick, that’s for sure and now, you get even more worry about satoru. he is someone whose birth literally change the sorcerer world and all of that, but could it be that he has those intentions with you?

-> those thoughts are becoming a concern as time goes on and even with the idea of asking your husband about it don’t sound good, you fear about the consequences and how he would deal it. even with divorce sounding good, there is something inside you stopping from doing it and yet, you want to know more about it.

-> and the rare times that you came across yuji, things were a little awkwardly. you can feel the curse energy from sukuna coming from inside him and of course, you react to it. something it’s some past vision from the time you were with the king of curses or nosebleeds that make you feel dizzy, either ways it’s make sukuna aware that you finally know the true. he might not be able to reach you for now, but seeing how you realize the true makes him even more excited for the day he is able to take over the world. then, he will take down both satoru and the remaining sorcerers just to make you his only.

-> in the other hand, there is satoru who realize who distant you become and is trying his best to reconcile with you. the wedding might be arranged since the two of you were little, but he loves you! in fact, he was the very same one who request it to marry you to protect you from marrying someone too older and to make you his :)

-> despite the working too far away from you, gojo enjoy seeing you so happy. the little sparkle in your eyes as you teach the students from kyoto is adorable view or the times when the two of spend the weekend together? he makes sure to hold your hands and kiss your cheek in very opportunity. it was so great to be around you, but now you are too quiet and almost ignoring him when possible.

-> he knows why. satoru is aware about the true behind your existence, yet he prefer to ignore it. he is scared that you will leave and join sukuna, so satoru makes sure to make you stay with him.

-> making you take a license from working to spend more time with him at home, where none of the windows or doors open for you. the phone doesn’t work for anyone else other than him, meaning that you are struck inside your own home with your husband :) satoru loves you, that why he doing this to assure you won’t be manipulated by sukuna or something worse.

-> you, of course, try to convince him otherwise and even pretend that you don’t know what he is talking about. but it doesn’t work, meaning you a prisoner inside the very same walls you believed to be a refuge without anyone coming to rescue.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

[loose-angel]

Hi can I request a headcanon with Jake, Lo’ak, and Neteyam where their female mate gets angry at them one day for them being very protective of her yelling at them to leave her alone as she feels a bit suffocated and she just wants freedom to do her own thing and they react by putting their head down with their tail between their legs and ears lying flat against their head apologising very quietly before leaving with tears in their eyes and how they’d react when they’re sad and their mate coming to them to fix things with apologies from her as well ending is fluffy please? Thanks 😊

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 Jake, Neteyam, and Lo’ak headcanons notes: i had a lot of fun making this!! esp for Lo'ak cuz its my first time writing for him... also sorry that jakes is a little short i unfortunately see him as a dad but i tried to make it somewhat romantic xDD hope u all enjoy!

Jake Sully

Jake was super protective over you, despite him being rather ‘new’ to the Na’vi lifestyle,  he still felt it was imperative for him to be your protector no matter what.

Because of this he stopped you from doing a lot of things

But if he’s with you then go right on ahead!!

But sometimes you just want to do stuff, alone.

But again, he just doesnt get that

One day, you try to go out hunting with your friend, but before you could even grab your bow, jake stops you

“Where ya going sweetheart?”

The usual phrase that made you feel so warm, now just ticks you off.

Before you could control yourself, words just start spilling out of your mouth.

“Jake! I don’t need any protecting! I was perfectly fine and alive before we even met! So just leave me alone!”

Jakes ears flatten against his head and he lets out a sigh

“Baby I –” He reaches out for you but you storm off before he could say anything

You come back from the hunt, filled with regret.

You knew you shouldnt have yelled, and you could’ve phrased things differently, but it was so frustrating!

You expect Jake to avoid you when you arrive home, but instead he greets you right at the entrance

He carries a bouquet of flowers, handing it to you

“I’m sorry for being a little overprotective over you my angel, I’m just afraid that something bad would happen to you”

“I’m sorry, I know you just want to protect me, I didnt mean to yell”

The two of you make up and nuzzle together in your hammock for the rest of the evening

Neteyam Sully

Neteyam grew up with three younger siblings, so it was inevitable that he would be protective over you as well

But he lets you do as you please

The over protectiveness began after a hunting accident that ended up with you having a fractured leg

thankfully the medicinal herbs helped speed up the healing process

But ever since then Neteyam was wary of letting you do anything without him

You try going hunting with your friends, or flying on your ikran but Neteyam simply refused.

“I can’t let you out of my sight my love, how about we go hunting tomorrow instead?”

You turn away, not responding to him, he reaches out to you but you hiss at him

Hes obviously taken aback, you’ve never so much as frowned at him, so this was new

But he was used to conflict, and even more used to solving conflict, so he stays calm

“My Tanhi, you know I just want to protect you, I promise we'll go hunting tomorrow, and you can even invite your friends too”

“Neteyam, I am not a weak child, I can do things on my own” You growled, ripping your arm from his hold. You go to leave your tent but Neteyam stops you.

“Don’t touch me! You treat me like i'm incapable, well sorry I’m not like your squad buddies but I don’t need you!”

Neteyam frowns, his ears flatten against his head, he falters in his step and lets go of your arm.

“Well if you feel you are better off in the hunt without me. . .” He trailed off, refusing to meet your eyes

You sigh, mostly in annoyance with your own actions

“I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean it at all, I just want to be able to do things on my own again”

He nods along to your words but still refuses to meet your eyes

You gently grab a hold of his chin, lifting it up, you nuzzle against his nose lightly

“I’m sorry ma’Neteyam, I will always need you”

Lo'ak Sully

Lo’ak was on the normal side of things

Once the two of you became a legitimate couple, he did feel some sense of protectiveness over you, but he never let it guide his emotions and decisions

Up until he realized that other men of the clan had no respect for your relationship and would continue to flirt with you

You being your kind self, you didn’t notice these advances as anything more than kind compliments, especially since you were already with your beloved Lo’ak

But Lo’ak saw thru their ‘kind’ words

It was no secret that Lo’ak faced a little bit of insecurity about himself, so seeing that these seemingly better men (they are not) are trying to take you away from him, his overprotectiveness kicked in

Lo’ak then decided that you were under no circumstances allowed out of his sight.

He tried to not be overbearing about it, if you wanted to hang out with friends he would simply watch from a distance, ready to pounce on any man who bothered to approach you

You were fine with it at first, waving it off as one of Lo’aks antics but as time passed and Lo’ak kept at it you started to feel bothered about it

“Lo’ak, do you really have to come along?” You and your friends decided to go out to the forest to pick out some fruit for the clan (which was also a secret gossip session) and yet again, the boy was trailing behind you

“Yeah, obviously, cuz these guys can’t get the hint” He grunted

“Well I don’t need you trailing behind me all the time!” You rolled your eyes

“It’s not like you reject these guys, you let them come all over you!”

“Leave me alone! I don’t want you anywhere near me!” You hissed, you turned around and continued your trek to the forest grounds.

Lo’ak keeps his eyes on you as you further the distance between you both

His ears flatten against his head, tail swishing softly

Once youre out of sight, Lo’ak turns around to begin walking back to his home

A few hours pass before you come back from the forest

“Ma’Lo’ak? Where are you my love?”

You approach the na’vi boy on the hammock, you lock eyes and you notice a slight puffiness to his own

Immediately you felt 10x worse

“I’m sorry my love,” You climb into the hammock with him, thankful that he opens his arms for you, “I’m so sorry about what I said earlier”

He doesnt say anything, so you resort to peppering his face with kisses

Soon enough he lets out a giggle and the both of you are able to hug it out

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Villains Only being able to Speak their First Language to Eachother

Hey fellow Hetalians (No such thing as an ex-Hetalian, y'all know that), remember that post about all the characters only being able to speak their countries official languages for a day?? And the chaos that would've ensued?? This is inspired by that post XD

Imagine the Disney Villains getting hexed by like, Mama Odie or Merryweather or Merlin or someone, so they can all only speak and understand their first language for a month.

Yes. A whole month.

The Toon Patrol are seriously struggling because Greasy keeps talking really fast Spanish at them but the rest have no idea what he's saying. Eventually Smartass decides to lock him in a separate room until this can be figured out and you can just hear banging and vague Spanish coming out the crack.

Ernesto is trying to figure out what some of the English speakers are saying because every 11th word is kinda familiar and they speak slow (Especially the rotund, yodelling fellow) but he keeps getting distracted by this faint Spanish yelling coming from another room.

Hades and Jafar stand off to the side near a wall just watching all the mess. They cant understand each other of course but no one else can understand them either so there's really nothing else to do. Hades will occasionally point something out, like Gaston leaning his sweaty arm on Frollo's shoulder and Frollo struggling to not buckle under the weight, and they'll chuckle. (Yes, laughter. The universal language XD)

Speaking of the French speakers-- they're suffering. Frollo hates his fellow French speakers for all being such sinners, Lady Tremaine hates the others because they're idiots or they have too much attitude towards her (*Cough* mal), Maleficent looks down on them all because they're all magic-less plebs, Edgar hates them because they all have money, and Gaston keeps talking about himself and someone is going to hit him. But they all try to keep it together, keep it classy, though most of them have elected to just not talk except for Gaston.

The oddest pairing is probably Hans and Ursula. She speaks Danish, or a dialect similar to it, and he is either Norwegian or Icelandic. If he's Norwegian, they're trying to figure out what the other is saying. Its mostly Ursula flirting with him and him carefully deciphering her words... and then facepalming. ikke til å tro (Unbelievable). But she keeps making like she has something important to tell him, like how to fix this huge predicament, and he keeps falling for it XD

Hilda and Mother Gothel speak German together and basically check out of this mess- like, do they want to understand what insanity Gaston and Jafar are saying again?? Or Frollo?? Haha, No...

Scroop speaks a harsh alien dialect and Silver's just standing next to him like yeah, yeah... you know i dont understand a word you're saying? *... realises scroop cant understand him either and sighs* Ahhh... *Rubs the bridge of his nose*

Rourke approaches the Horned King, curious why he's just standing there doing nothing and gets a string of growly Welsh and promptly... leaves... Like nope. Not today. That crap sounded like an ancient curse and that is not on todays schedule, thanks.

Clayton claims to have visited half these countries (Truth) and could figure out what many of the other villains are saying if he wanted (Exaggeration) so Cruella's like okay great... go and Captain Hook's like that's marvelous! go ahead then my good fellow!. He goes up to Shan Yu and immediately fails.

Shan Yu is usually pretty quiet around the other villains, so him standing there unreadable though faintly amused by them all is... not out of the ordinary XDD

If you have more to add, please feel free! XD

[emilsendo]

Tokyo Revengers [preferences]

Type: Fluff

Warning: Male reader, G/N reader, Tall!male/GN reader, bxb, Shorter!Character, fluff, (Idk what else xD)

Author Note: In general, I apologize to those who were waiting for One Shot, but honestly, I was too lazy to do it and I forgot that I even had this application xDD So I'm giving you preferences, which I hope are good. And there has been a slight change in my block, I will write Smuts but only for characters 16+ or 18+. Not 15 and under that age.

Their reaction when you're taller than them. PART 1

Manjirø Sano:

It's not a challenge to be taller than him, but to be 2 meters and how many centimeters? Mikey thought you were some kind of giant.

In the first moments of your acquaintance, he wouldn't like you because you looked like you were everyone's enemy due to your height and appearance. But when Mikey got to know you better and noticed that you had a great personality, the boy loved you just as quickly as he disliked you.

He thought you were an interesting type of guy and wanted to know as much as he could about your past and you. Mikey didn't know why, you just had something about your personality and looks that piqued his interest.

However, when your relationship reached a higher stage after some time (I bet after a few weeks, at most 4 months), the blonde would use your height as a playground because he would climb on you every now and then and want you to carry him. Draken was then SUPER grateful that you existed because he didn't have to take care of Mikey so much.

Sometimes he would scare his opponents with you while talking to the other gang, because something that the other leader of the gang do irritated him.

And the last one. He cuddles up to you all the time, sleeps on you, sometimes sits on your lap. He just treats you like a big teddy bear (I feel sorry for you because this mf behaves like this even in public👀)

Ken Ryūguji:

Ken is used to looking down on everyone because usually HE is the big guy. So when he saw you, a six-foot and several centimeters tall boy, the blond boy felt a little threatened.

He didn't trust you at all at first, he thought you were a very suspicious guy, as if you were about to take a gun out from under your blouse and shoot the shit out of everyone. (Draken, chill out dude 🙄)

Your conversations were mainly based on exchanging a few words and then silence for the rest of the time. (very awkward feeling🌚👍)

but after some time, of course, you learned to communicate together, in fact, you both had a lot in common! Draken liked you very much, he wanted to spend more and more time with you.

As your relationship progressed, Draken felt a little embarrassed when you held his hand in public. The blonde hates affection, especially when you show it to him in public. (Sometimes he even hits you on the back of the head when he's in a bad mood, and you're begin clingy to him)

However, if you are alone, Ken loves to cuddle with you. (I know, hard to believe👀🙌)

Draken loves kisses on the forehead, I don't know why, but it makes him feel safe.

Baji Keisuke:

This bitch attacked you as soon as he saw you 💀 He wanted to check if you were strong or just pretending to be. Well.... He found out.

You actually defeated him in one move because your height helped you. Baji hated you at first, he wanted to smash your face against the wall. But after a while he liked you (After 4 days when he saw you feeding homeless cats.)

After this event, he liked you very quickly. In fact, even from that moment on, he started to have a slight crush on you, of course, he never wanted to admit it. (Mainly because he was a bit ashamed that he fell in love with someone he wanted to send to the hospital...)

When your relationship moved to a higher stage, Baji became very jealous of you.

When some guy came up to you and wanted to ask for directions, Baji thought he was flirting with you, so he hit the guy as hard as he could, and then you had to force him away from the poor man. (Baji later apologized to you for his behavior)

His mother was a little afraid of you at first and thought you would hurt her son. (She doesn't know yet that it's more Baji that has a bad influence on you lmao)

But then Ryoko liked you A LOT, she thought you were a nice boy and she wanted your relationship with her son to last as long as possible. Because she saw how much Baji's eyes light up when he sees you, how much the brunette loves going out to the park with you because it makes him happy, how much Baji is lost in thought almost every day when he eats dinner with his mom because he thinks about you. His mother is happy that her son has finally found someone he cares about in hundred procent.

Baji often invites you to his place to help him study. (But it also often results in both of you ending up having a make-out session. Nothing more, so don't get your imagination too wild young fellow.)

Kazutora Hanemiya:

The boy didn't waste any time and immediately started talking to you, he thought you were worthy of his attention and he wanted to get to know you better.

Kazutora often invited you out at night to get into trouble with the police and fight with some guys. You even have a special attack where Kazutora is on your shoulders and then jumps down on the opponent and hits him with his leg. He fell down a few times and started screaming things like, "It's all Mikey's fault! Mikey's fault!!!".

As your relationship progressed, Kazutora would often randomly jump on your back to give you a kiss on the cheek. After all, you're super tall, so standing on his toes to kiss you isn't an option for him. (Because he won't be able to reach it even if he does xD)

Mf will pretend he hurt his ankle just so you can hold him and carry him all the way to his destination in your arms.

He loves you very much, so he is kinda possesive of you. It is making you sometimes uncomfortable, but Kazutora tries to hide this side of him just for your comfort.

[mikalara-dracula]

Nicknames that the boys (s+m+t+kino) would give their s/o

Nicknames the Diaboys would give their s/o—

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor and aren't comfortable with slight NSFW. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously.

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Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! I apologize for the wait! Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Made with: @liannelara-dracula

Shu:

Shu’s not super into nicknames, so he sticks to using his lover’s real name.

But every so often (depending on the situation), he’ll call his girl by a nickname.

Sappy girl/firecracker—He usually calls his lover this if they scold him for something or if they have a sharp tongue, to which he finds amusing.

Dirty girl—I mean, what girl does he not address as lewd? So, you can best bet he’s going to do the same with you.

Body pillow/my pillow—It’s just cuz he’s an ass and likes to use you as a body pillow in general.

Reiji:

Reiji doesn’t really give his lover nicknames, so he usually falls back on calling his s/o by their name or using more formal and elegant terms.

Dear/dearest/my dear—He’ll address you by any of these three when the moment is sweet, or he’s trying to get your attention in a sensible way.

Honey—He calls you this on rare occasions, or when he’s up for one of his famous “special” nights.

I can’t-

Laito:

Ohh, Laito’s all about nicknames and prefers to call his lover by those names rather than their real name since he’s quite playful. 

Baby—I mean, we’ve all heard him call Yui this, so you can best bet he’ll call his s/o this, especially when he wants to make things frisky.

Darling—He’ll call you this if he’s feeling romantic and pretty playful.

Naughty—I think this is pretty self-explanatory lmao. Usually calls you this if he thinks you’re provoking him, or if you in fact are.

Baby girl—He uses this either casually or sexually, such as in the bedroom or when you two are getting intimate elsewhere. It could honestly be anywhere with Laito xDD.

Ma Cherie—In bed, during aftercare.

Kanato:

In a relationship with Kanato, there’s a mix of nickname and real name usage.

He mostly leans towards using nicknames he’s made for his lover because he finds them significant to their character and his relationship with them.

Princess—If there’s one thing about Kanato, it’s that he likes to make his lover feel special, and because he’s not the type to date just anyone, *cough* Laito *cough* he believes his lover is more than worthy to be called this.

Doll—It’s because you resemble one in his eyes, beautiful and flawless. He’ll usually address you with this title when he’s trying to get your attention, or if he’s flattering you for something you did for him.

Gorgeous—Need I say much here? He calls you this because you are, it’s as simple as that.

Precious—Anyone who is Kanato’s lover is beyond precious in his eyes, so it’s only natural that he addresses his girl in this way since she’s his one and only.

Lover—Oooh, this one’s heavily romantic, and this is where he stands out the most from his brothers because he’s so original when it comes to flattery. He always knows exactly what to say to make anyone swoon. ME! Fuck!

Ayato:

Because Ayato’s not super formal, sweet nicknames are just not it for him. They typically range between teasing to minorly suggestive.

Pancake—He’ll call you this whether you’re flat or not. It’s just to annoy you because he sucks like that.

Babe—He’s a jock, so he’ll definitely revert to addressing his girl in this way rather often.

Bruh/Bro—He addresses his girl this way pretty casually since it’s part of his lingo. And on some days he calls her “brah” to change things up. xDD He’ll even go to using “dude” lmao. xDD

Captain—He usually calls you this when you’re asking him to do something or to help you out and he’s reluctant to do so. So, because he feels that you’re bossing him around, he’ll call you this to tick you off. Or, if he really wants to push things, he’ll call you “Reiji.” xDD

Subaru:

Dollface—He’s definitely going to call you this because you’re pretty. Like, no questions asked.

Babe—He prefers it over “baby,” and is pretty casual about using it towards you.

Shortie—He’ll call you this only if you’re shorter than him. Guess I’m in that club lmao. It’s just to annoy you since he sucks like that.

Pipsqueak—He finds this one really amusing to use, especially if you walk away from him during an argument. So, he’ll call you this to get your attention again even though you’re beyond pissed at him. Check out @liannelara-dracula’s post about this here.

Ruki:

Ruki usually refers to his s/o by their name, and just prefers it that way.

But if their name is really long, he’ll shorten it but add an interesting twist to it.

It’s so rare if he calls his girl by a nickname, it’s usually when he’s being a teasing fuck.

Angel/Angel face—This may sound sweet and all, but he’ll call his lover this in a more teasing than sensible way. It’s just cuz he’s an ass and we all know it.

Kou:

Kou is literally the king of nicknames. So he’s got all sorts for his lucky girl.

Kitten/Kitty—Calls you this when greeting or saying goodbye to you, following up with a kiss since he’s sweet like that.

Sugar/buttercup/cutie/cutie pie—Because Kou finds you adorable, he loves addressing you with these terms.

My love bug—He usually calls you this when you’re snuggled up next to him because he’s sentimental like that. Aww :’)).

Yuma:

Because of his teasing nature, Yuma has all sorts of nicknames for his lover.

Little pig/piglet—I mean, we see him call Yui and pretty much any other girl this, so it isn’t going to leave since he finds it amusing.

Toots—This is mostly just to annoy you since you roll your eyes at him every time he calls you this, to which it only fuels him to tease you more.

Babe—He uses this pretty casually with you. It’s become second nature in all honesty. Not that that’s a bad thing tho xDD.

My girl—He definitely prefers to call you this instead of addressing you as his girlfriend. He finds it hot.

Munchkin—If you’re shorter than him, you’re not escaping this nickname. For example, he’ll call you this if you’re helping him out in the garden, such as when he asks you to grab a tool for him.

Pumpkin—He harvests them, so of course he has to apply it to his relationship with you. He calls you this mostly because he finds it cute.

Azusa:

Eve—He calls Yui this all the time, so you can imagine he’s going to do the same with his lover. I seriously swear this guy has an Edennic kink of some sort.

Sweetie—He likes to call you this just to get your attention, it’s mostly cuz he’s genuinely sweet in nature.

My flower—This is honestly so cute. He usually calls you this whenever you two share a super soft moment. :))

Oh, my heart-

Carla:

Carla’s not one to really use nicknames since he’s ancient, so he usually calls you by your name.

But every once in a while, he does decide to address you differently, and because he likes to catch you off guard.

Sweetheart—OMG! He’ll call you this when you least expect it and it’s a surprise every time. It literally makes anyone’s heart skip a beat.

Future queen/my queen—This just depends on your relationship status with him, but make no mistake that he’s set on the idea of making you his queen even if you two haven’t gotten that far in your relationship yet.

Shin:

Like Carla, he isn’t too big on nicknames, but he’ll slip them in whenever he deems it necessary.

Love—It’s mostly because he spent too much time in Britain lol. But I can’t lie and say it doesn’t suit him.

Sweetheart—It’s not very often, but it’s usually when you two are sharing a soft moment of some sort, that is, when he isn’t being a teasing mf. But then again, when is he not acting like that? Lol.

Foxy—You hate it and it’s meant to annoy/embarrass you.

Kino:

Oh my god, he has so many for his s/o, it’s ridiculous.

And each one he uses depends on his mood.

Babe—Like Ayato, Subaru, and Yuma, he’ll call you this pretty often. He prefers it over “baby.”

Toots—He finds you hot, and he’s definitely going to call you this whenever you two engage in a snarky argument. It’s mostly because he likes throwing you off and getting you to blush at his reference to you.

Hot stuff—This nickname literally annoys the shit out of you and he’s always like ‘what? I gotta say it.’

Boss/Sir—Sometimes if you tell him to do something or help you, like Ayato, he’ll call you this cuz he thinks you’re being bossy. To which you just end up calling him “ma’am” as a retort lmao. xDD

My girl—This is a big one for him. Like, he doesn’t call you his girlfriend, he calls you “his girl” because he wants everyone to know how serious you two are.

[thelunarfairy]

Okay, let's talk about something random

Omg, it's so embarrassing >.<

So, it's been a while since I created this account and I've already gained some followers, thank you all for that :3 (it means you like the crazy things I post)

So I wanted to talk a little about myself (even though I think no one cares XD)

Ok, I'm going to be serious now XDDD

I created this account because I really like JSHK and I wanted to talk about some crazy ideas or theories about the series and I felt welcomed here ^u^

I want you to know that a lot of things I post are just some crazy ideas that I occasionally have and that it's okay if you disagree, be kind S2 or if you agree I'll be happy if you want to talk to me about it :3

In fact, I hope you feel free to talk to me if you want, whether with an Ask or a message, I love talking about JSHK, if you also love and like crazy theories you can come talk to me if you want.

Don't take the things I say here too seriously, about the theories specifically, I may change my mind in the future or it's just crazy in my head, the most important thing for me is not to be right, but to have fun!

I'm trying to unravel the story in the most entertaining way I can, so it's okay with me if I'm wrong about the things I post (because no one other than Aidairo knows what's actually going to happen) XDD

Anyway, that's it.

Some other information that I don't know if you're interested in but I'll leave it here.

I am a girl

I'm Brazilian, I'd like to make that clear because if there are any Brazilians who also want to talk to me, feel free! (Sou brasileira, gostaria de deixar isso claro porque se tiver algum brasileiro que também queira falar comigo sinta-se a vontade!)

I speak English and Portuguese

I post randomly, but I usually post a lot because I tend to create theories and crazy ideas out of completely nothing.

Anyway, that's all, if you've read this far, thank you very much for giving me your attention :3

Bye bye~

Index

THEORIES:

Amane's Darkness

Could it be that in the time of Amane

Amane's past

The house and the fire

Hanako-kun's Big Puzzle

Predictions of the tragedy

These hands…

The Cursed Seal

ANALYZES:

The monster inside Hanako

One of the mysteries of the Yugi twins

Hands on the walls

The irony of life and Hanako's karma

The forecast

Did you notice?

When you remember that at some point, Hanako will have to say goodbye to Tsukasa again…

Amane's disease

"Red Thread of Fate"

Okay, let's talk about Mitsuba

Amane's possessiveness and insecurity

Natsuhiko and the mysterious door

The relationship between Tsukasa, Yashiro and Amane

Tsukasa's relationship with the red house

Yugi Tsukasa's mother

Sixth sense or predestined death?

Oh my, Yashiro is interested in a lot of boys

Yashiro and Tsukasa's Relationship

YUGI TWINS

The melancholy love of the Yugi twins

Did Tsukasa do this?

Hanako's mental age

I wish I could hear his voice

FINDINGS:

Hanako's boundary

Tsukasa's toys

ASKS:

About Yorishiro 1

Spelling errors and pronouns

Twin stars 1 || Twin stars 2

Tsukasa’s emotions 1 || Tsukasa's emotions 2

Tsukasa's parents

Sumire

Tsukasa's kiss

Hanako's feeling seeing tsukasa for the first time

Nene-chan and I are the same!

Could Hanako have done something to stop Tsukasa's kiss with Nene?

The mysterious hand 1 || The mysterious hand 2

Tsukasa image analysis

Tsukasa's behavior

Who do you think is gonna confess first? Hanako or nene?

Hanako's duty

HANENE:

A post about Hanene

Yashiro's wish and Hanako's self-control

Hanako's cute side

Nene ankles

She was exposed

Does Amane remember?

Hanako and Yashiro's tragic love

Reblog

Hanako-kun's jealous punishment

Hanako's look of desire and love

I still want to see this date, right Aidairo?

The insecurity

Hanene reblog

It was the first time a girl said she liked me, it made me happy…

The active Hanako and the passive Amane

Hanene reblog 2

The moment when Hanako fell in love with Yashiro

Details

But what about Amane and Yashiro's date?

Zombie Hanako and his wish

I know what you did here huh, Aidairo

Hanene reblog 3

This scene

RANDOM:

The invisible ghost

Yashiro Nene priorities

Natsuhiko's love potion

A compilation of jealous Hanako-kun

Tsunene reblog

Tsukasa reblog

Hanako reblog

Yugi twins

Okay, it's cute but

Just a compilation of random Hanene moments

Kou reblog

Just a compilation of random photos of Tsukasa

Just Tsukasa and Mitsuba being happy friends

Amane's Possessiveness reblog

Just a bunch of random photos of two idiots (Kou and Mitsuba)

Just Hanako-kun blushing or embarrassed

Nene and Aoi

A funny detail about the hamsters' space wars

Backstage 1

A tiny Tsukasa trying to put a birthday hat on top of his hat

Just a little ghost and an exorcist boy being best friends

Strangely similar….

"We're the same"

Karma

Hanako and Tsuchigomori

Just Tsukasa having his patience tested

I've been thinking (Tsukasa and Hanako)

[ruhorih4ra]

Hello again! 🐏 This is part 13! It contains violence, angst and horrible descriptions of horrible things (why can't I word things better you ask? I'm tired af, my brain is done.)

You may find lots (and I mean it, lots) of grammatical mistakes and inconsistencies (me translating a sentence in spanish to english even tho I don't know if it makes sense xDD upsi).

Get out of my way 🌈

You remembered everything at once, their faces, your own feelings of agony. There was an essential question waiting to be answered. Are these little D.’s here because of your corrupted soul or, maybe, have you been corrupted because of them? Does it really matter? You looked at your hands and then at Lilith, she seemed angry.

“Five times this week!! You couldn't be satisfied with any of them!” You didn't like the sound of that. “What are you implying?!” you asked. Lilith didn't hold back, too emotional after having remembered her brothers’ faces of anguish. “You want to hurt them!! That little demon of greed appeared because you can't get enough, no amount of suffering can satisfy you!! You want to hurt them to the point of no return!!” Each word pierced you more than the previous one, you felt caged between the wall and the sword. You had no shield and Lilith was merciless.

“That's not true.” you said, your voice barely perceptible. “Oh but it is! I begged you to stop!” The former angel wanted to say more but noticed the eerie silence and lugubrious atmosphere. She looked at you and guilt washed her over, you had paled and tears streamed down your face. “Mc, no... I'm sorry. Mc I-”

“Is it true, Lilith? Did they try to hurt our brothers?” Both you and Lilith looked towards the voice, Lucifer's voice.

You hadn't noticed how the Little D.s' chattering stopped, now all of them stood up impersonating the brothers. They were looking at you from their place, a few meters away, standing still in complete silence, with their eyes looking through you. “It's getting cold, we should go home.” You tried to ignore them but something felt wrong.

They seemed dangerous, you felt like a prey under their gaze. “Go home? I thought you didn't want to be part of our family? You don't have a home, do you? Not here.” Lucifer said. You knew he wasn't the real one, but it was getting harder and harder to tell. “Hey! Shut up and go back to your nonsense!” Lilith put a brave front, even though she felt weaker than ever before. “They tried to kill Belphie, Lilith!” Beelzebub said. “I Would never do that, Beel!” you replied. Lilith's eyes widened in desperation. “No, no, no!! He's NOT Beel!”

You couldn't even think about moving, your figure engulfed by darkness on a night with no moon. From behind you felt Mammon's breath and his voice whispering in your ear. “Mc? Is it okay now?” You turned around swiftly and Mammon revealed the figure of Leviathan with his mouth severely sewed. He was paler than usual, and the bruises around the stitches gave him an even worse look.

“Levi!!” you pushed Mammon away and warily took Leviathan's arms, caressing his face and tenderly touching his now half scarred lips. “No, no, Levi! Oh my god, Leviathan! Why did you do this?!”

“Mc! He’s not Leviathan, he’s a Little D!” Lilith screamed.

“Hmmf morm.” Levi tried to answer, both the stitches and the blood prevented it. “Shhh!! Don't talk!! Let me help you.” tears running down your face, the tremor of your hands equalling the one in your voice. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated."

Suddenly, Leviathan forced his mouth open, breaking the stitches and covering you with blood. “For you, Mc. I did it for you.” Shock crossed your face and your mouth dropped.

Lilith stared in horror at your worried figure, to her it was obvious that you couldn’t properly distinguish between her brothers and the Little D.s "MC! Levi is safe. He’s not here!” She walked towards you, but before she could reach you, the Little D. of Pride in the shape of Lucifer took her hand, “I have to thank you, dear sister.” Lilith only watched Lucifer, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”

Lucifer laughed before exhaling a satisfied sigh. “We wanted to push them, we wanted to press all their buttons.” He watched intently to Lilith as his smile grew wide. “But who would have guessed? It was you who did it first, our little sister.” Lilith couldn’t shake Lucifer’s grip, couldn’t escape his eyes. She turned her gaze to you, screaming to get your attention. “Mc! Run!”

You cast spell after spell, but Leviathan’s wounds didn’t heal, on the contrary, they got worse. “Levi, don’t worry, it’ll be okay.” You felt Levi’s blood on your face and the smell filled your nostrils. “Your words can’t cure me, they only make me worse.” He said, and you sobbed, trying to speak but only three words came out. “I’m sorry, Levi.” Your tears mixed with the fake blood of the Little D. of envy, if you weren’t so distraught you would have noticed how the eyes of the little demon glowed with joy and amusement.

“Mc! They are the Little D.’s! Mc!” Lilith shouted with all her will, but it was useless. Your unfocused eyes, your shallow breathing, your red and swollen eyes. “Forget it, Lilith. It's too late for them, you couldn't save them, neither you nor your brothers, not even the prince, no one.” Lucifer said.

“Mc?” Beelzebub touched your arm, momentarily distracting you from Levi’s injuries. “Beel?” You replied, narrowing and rubbing your eyes. “Do you know where Belphie is?” Beel asked. Suddenly you did not hear a sound, you saw Lilith scream but everything was in complete silence. You felt your ears clog and an oppressive atmosphere. Beelzebub grabbed your forearm and squeezed it until you screamed. “Ahhh Beel! Stop!” But his grip tightened, his mouth inches away from your ear. “I obeyed you but I’m still hungry.” Your breath was caught in your throat while your heart fought to escape your rib cage. “W-what?” You murmured before hearing a loud thump at your feet. Slowly, your eyes looked at the object that had fallen.

You wanted to scream, to let out the most horrible, painful scream you had ever heard. Instead, no words came out of your mouth. Only the failed attempts to breathe, only tears running down your face. A million shards of glass stabbing your heart, but you couldn’t even move, as Belphie’s head rolled until his lifeless eyes met yours.

“MC! LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT HIS EYES! THOSE ARE NOT MY BROTHER’S EYES!!” You heard Lilith’s voice like a soft echo even though you knew she was screaming. You wanted to believe her, but right there, looking straight at Belphegor’s eyes, it was clear to you. Belphie’s purple eyes were looking at you, it was him. Not the completely black eyes of a Little D. but the soft purple color and the speck of pink that fades in between. But if they had color that meant that… no, it couldn’t be real.

“Mc!” Lilith shook off Lucifer’s grip and ran towards you, you tried to meet her halfway, weakly raising your hand towards her, but she vanished before you could touch her. A white mist surrounded you, with the fading voice of Lilith calling you. “L-Lilith?” You could not see a thing, your eyes looked into the white fog searching for anything. Unexpectedly, Asmodeu’s face appeared in front of you. Eyes out of his sockets and a smile from ear to ear. “Booh!”

“AAAHHHHHHH!!” you ran into the woods, no matter if you were blindly running into the night, away from the path and safety you knew. Anything was better than this.

Lucifer had gone to a meeting with Diavolo, they were drinking and he was on his second drink of demonus. He wouldn’t be lying if he said he couldn’t stop thinking about you for even a minute. Where were you? Would you ever forgive them? Was it too late for him?

He yearned for your presence, your laugh and the comfort of your smile pressed against his lips. “I should go now, Diavolo.” he tried to get up but a sharp pain shot through his chest, right where the mark of your pact it’s located. Diavolo hadn't heard Lucifer's groans of pain in a while, he was at his friend's side in seconds. “Lucifer!? What's happening!?” The Avatar of pride tore his shirt in a feeble attempt to ease the pain, he looked everywhere searching for you. You were calling him, he could feel you all over the place and then nowhere. “Lucifer!?” Diavolo's voice carried urgency, he could smell the burning skin of Lucifer.

“M-mc is in danger.” Lucifer murmured, trying to breathe. Diavolo cast a glance towards Barbatos, but it was not necessary as the butler was already on his way.

Mammon was laying on your bed waiting for your return when the pain hit him, his chest burning and his back arching painfully until his knees touched his forehead. Although it was paralyzing, Mammon changed into his demon form and quickly left the house of lamentation, frantically looking into the darkness of the devildom’s night. “MC!!!” His voice was desperate, loud and frantic. “Treasure!!” The pain increased and forced him to fall on his knees, but he never stopped calling your name.

Satan watched how Asmodeus’ eyes widened just to quickly close again, how the pupils of the demon of lust dilated as he tried to breathe. “Mc!” Asmo gasped, before falling abruptly. “Asmo!” Satan squatted down but the feeling of your burning pact stopped him, his mind became blurry and from one moment to the next the only thing in his field of vision was the ground. “We have to help them! We…”

You couldn’t see anything, the branches hit your face and scratched your skin to the point of bleeding, but that didn’t stop you. Your legs burned from the effort, you weren’t aware of how much you ran but it didn’t feel like it was enough. “I’m sorry Lucifer!” you screamed, but it wasn’t as loud as you wanted, you were out of breath and the cold air was painful to breathe. “I’m sorry, Levi!” You said. Your legs couldn’t run anymore, but you kept walking, pushing your limits. “I’m sorry, Belphie!” You murmured, no longer moving. “I’m sorry.” You cried.

“I’m sorry, Belphie!” The eyes of the avatar of sloth opened, was it because of the nightmare? Was it because of the intolerable pain in his chest? He didn’t care, he was awake and you weren’t there. He tried to move, but it was impossible, something similar to sleep paralysis. “Mc!!” he cried. “Beel!” he tried again. When he managed to move, the first thing he saw was his twin gasping form, unable to move or pronunce a word. Beelzebub didn’t need to say a word for Belphie to understand, they were feeling the same, you were on danger. You were here with them, you were far away, gone.

Leviathan felt a burning sensation in his chest, fire blazing his skin. However, when he sensed your pact, he felt cold. As if the water seeped into his lungs and sank him into the ocean, cold and alone. And above all that, you. You asking for his help from the surface. “Mc?” Your call through the pacts grew in intensity and the pain did the same.

You wanted to call them, to say sorry and speak the truth. You wanted them to come for you, but at the same time you were afraid. Afraid because you had their lives in your hands and they were ready to give in. No, you couldn’t call them even if that’s what you desired the most.

Something moved behind you, you tried to fight but you were too slow to react. Too slow and too weak, your legs could no longer support you and you fell, who knows where.

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

SLUMBER PARTY

Pairing: Nesta Archeron x Velaris!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, femxfem, cun*ilingus, hurt&comfort, jealous Nesta, will admit MC is kind of clueless just for sake of story, first story I've done for Nesta's character, might be slight OOC, got a little carried away xDD, I honestly wouldn't mind Nesta dominating me

Words: 5051

Summary: Nesta can’t help the poison that fumed inside of her as she watched (y/n) interacting with every male in Rita’s that sought after the female’s affections.

Nesta didn't mind going out for a drink or two. Hell, it was her favorite thing to do. Or at least it used to be before she moved into the House of Wind. Right now she would very much appreciate a strong fermented nectar. But she had to keep her wits with her. She couldn't enjoy the numbing of the head that drinking brought on.

No, she had the responsibility of watching over you.

Who else would stop you from making a bad decision? If it wasn't for Nesta, more men would be harrassing her for a dance or any scrap of attention they could get from her.

There were two in particular that Nesta had her guarding eye on. And they just had to be the best friends of the night court's high lord. Even if she wanted to rip their linger hands off, she couldn't. There would be a terrible price to pay for that treason. Not that Nesta didn't debate the cost. She was starting to seriously devise a plan on how to get Cassian and Azriel away from you as you blindly giggle and lean against them for support. Azriel wasn't bothered as you bob against him in a drunken haze. He wraps an arm around her shoulders to assist her in standing upright. A few times he tries to coax the young fae to sit down but you weren't having it. To be the only one sitting would be admitting defeat. You'd boasted how you'd be able to drink them under the table. Bragged of your high tolerance (though to be fair, you were already about three drinks in before they arrived) you challenged them. Now your pride would most definitely be injured.

You were a stubborn thing.

It was something that Nesta loved and hated about you.

Cassian dips his head down to whisper something in your ear that has Nesta already making her way across the bar. That was too close for comfort.

Whatever he said made the pointed tips of your ears glow pink. You'd liked what he said and even flutter your lashes at him with your own reply.

"Uh-oh, here comes mama bear." Azriel chuckles at the approaching figure of Nesta that radiated with hostility. He can't take his arm off from you, otherwise you would completely fall into Cassian and make Nesta angrier.

You blink to refocus your sight and turn to where Azriel had gestured his head. Maybe it was all the drinks you had consumed in a short amount of time, but there was something about an angry Nesta that turned you on a little bit. Her eyes were always the lightest of blues but when enraged they intensified into an almost ethereal glow.They reflect the fury inside of her. The cerulean hue seem to dance with an electric energy. You also saw vulnerability in her. A raw authenticity that spoke to the depths of her soul.

"Nes!" The stupid grin you usually had on your face when drunk grew larger.

The spikes around her soften when you address her. Nesta reigns herself in. "(y/n), I think it's time we go home."

You frown at this. "But Az and Cass just got here!"

Ah. It was going to be one of those nights where she would have to be the bad guy and tear you away from having a good time.

Thankfully even Cassian seems to urge you toward Nesta. "She's right. Best to call it a night."

Azriel nods. "Get some rest and drink lots of water."

Annoyed by their sensibility, you grumble and call them a few choice words that only has them laughing as you follow Nesta out. She held your hand, making sure you didn't get lost or fall. Putting one foot in front of the other proved to be difficult in your state. Suppose it served you right for getting so drunk.

The cold Velaris night air is soothing against your warm face. Nesta has you close to her as she slows down for your sake.

"Don't look at me like that." You grumble when you feel her eyes on you.

"You overdid it. Look at you, you can barely walk." Nesta chides.

Hm, funny considering she had been just like you several months ago. Having drink after drink to numb your mind, anything to keep the agony at bay.

You don't give her a reply. Now you make more of an effort to walk by yourself and try to shrug her hand away with a quiet 'i'm fine'.

Your apartment building was coming up anyway and you wouldn't need her assistance from there.

She treated you like a child. You were young for a fae, but in worth of years you were far older than Nesta.

Putting distance between yourself and Nesta caused your unwanted companion to retract her hand as if she'd been burned. Hurt flickers briefly in her eyes but this is soon frozen over into an expression of calm acceptance.

You fish your small brass key out of your pocket and hold it up to the building entrance. Nesta still lingered close behind you. "Thank you for seeing me home, but I've got it from here."

In reply she skeptically purses her pretty pink lips, unwilling to let you go in alone. "I need to make sure you make it up the stairs."

"Nes-"

Her sharp eyes square off against you. "I won't chance you getting hurt. So deal with it."

Bossy. Were all first borns like this? You yourself were an only child and didn't have to deal with pesky siblings, either older or younger.

You knew she wouldn't relent. With a pout on your own face you give in and move so she can walk through the building's front door and help you up two flights of stairs until you were at your apartment door. Your fingers choose to play dumb as they struggle to get ahold of the suddenly slippery key.

Nesta takes your key ring from you and easily finds the one that matches your door's lock. Gently she pushes you aside so she could open the door.

After a long day it was good to be home.

When Nesta was drowning in her own alcoholism, her apartment had been sparse and unfurnished save for a lonely mattress on the floor. No, your apartment was truly your home. You fitted it with the finest tapestries and rugs along with little trinkets that tell the story of your life. You especially like your balcony garden that looks out to the sea of roofs under the beautiful Velaris sky.

Your bedroom is too far away so you settle for throwing yourself on your couch and immediately grab your comfy blanket that you liked to roll yourself in. Vaguely you hear Nesta in the background, most likely in the kitchen.

She sits next to you and offers a tall glass of water. "Drink this."

"I'm not thirsty." If anything you might have to pee soon.

"I'm not cleaning up your vomit again, (y/n)." she hisses. Tough love was definitely Nesta's display of affection. She only acted to tersely with you because of her worry for your wellbeing. She'd seen how violent your hangovers could be. Each time she was forced to nurse you back to relative health you didn't hear the end of it from her. She chastised you along with making sure to show how much of an inconvenience it was for her. She hated missing her valkyrie training. Her move to the House of Wind had been against her will in the beginning. Now she seemed to actually be enjoying it. Not only did she have training to keep her occupied, but also the massive library that lay underneath. Friends were even a staple in her life now. You'd met Gwyn and Emerie. They tried to get you into training too and while you partially entertained the idea, Nesta didn't want you anywhere near the training grounds. She didn't want you getting hurt. That excuse made Emerie roll her eyes and Gwyn laughed at Nesta's painfully obvious protective nature of you. She didn't seem too inclined to treat them like she treated you.

"I'm not your responsibility." You slur and sit up. "You know that right? Before I met you I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I may not know how to fight like you but I can still protect myself if the need arises."

Conflict storms her face, her lips part to say something but she couldn't will her words to come out. Instead she huffs and puts the glass of water on the coffee table. Without anything to occupy her hands, you notice Nesta anxiously toying with her fingers. "I know that." For Nesta, it was near impossible to admit her feelings. A few times you were able to crack into her to see glimpses of the Nesta she hid from the rest of the world. She guarded herself well. But you could tell when something was bothering her.

When you went out drinking (and with the hopes of finding someone to bring back for a quick fuck) you acknowledged the way Nesta glared at anyone who showed interest in you. And when you went off to flirt, there was a brief flash of hurt before she put up her wall. Not for the first time, you wonder if Nesta had deeper feelings for you. Maybe you were reading too much into things and fooling yourself. It would explain her protectiveness toward you.

For the first time in several hours, her eyes turn vulnerable as she looks at the floor. If you still weren't upset with her, you'd most likely be kicking yourself for making her look so sad. "I can't. . . I can't help it. You let those lesser men touch you with their grubby paws. It upsets me greatly." This was all new territory for Nesta but for you she was trying to be open about her true feelings instead of hiding behind her mask of indifference. These moments were so rare and you tried not to blink. In your drunken haze, you sober up slightly and lean into Nesta. At your nearness, you feel her body stiffen but once she accommodates to your close presence she relaxes. She still doesn't look at you but you don't mind.

Tongue loose from your drinking made you vocally question her. "Why do you think that is?"

She huffs impatiently at herself and by the ticking of her jaw you know she's fighting to get the words out.

Thoroughly making up her mind, Nesta lets out a short sigh and finally turns up her blue-gray eyes. How could anyone be so effortlessly breathtaking? Nesta never put on makeup as it was never needed. You'd heard from Feyre that when Nesta went into the Cauldron, she'd already been quite beautiful as a human. But as a high fae her good looks were almost terrifying. Her personality aided in enhancing her austereness. Many were intimidated by her. Even the general himself would admit he would not want to be Nesta's enemy. Especially now that she's been training and getting stronger.

You were never intimidated by Nesta. Not even when you were first introduced to her. Your first impression of her was one where you felt like you were struck by an invisible arrow. She had such an heir of authority around her, forbidding any from getting close to her.

There's a hunger in her eyes as she looks at you now. Her long, black lashes cast shadows over her eyes before she brings her hand to your face. Fingers trail along the line of your jaw, coming to rest on your chin as you stare dumbly at her. You didn't breathe, not even a little bit as the pad of her thumb runs across your plump bottom lip. The trail she'd made from your jaw to your chin burned as did your bottom lip.

"I can please you far better than they ever could." She says finally.

The heat from your face is making your head swim and for a moment you worry that you were actually going to pass out. "You. . ." Nesta had been with plenty before. You wouldn't be her first. But you'd never heard her talk about any sexual experiences with females. She'd only ever bedded males. Yet she was confident in herself that even without any experience with females she'd be able to give you pleasure.

And you didn't doubt that she could, especially if the way you were feeling from just a little touching indicated to how willing your body was toward her. And it would be a lie if you said you'd never had any weird dreams of you and Nesta making out or getting into some real heavy petting. They'd only ever been dreams though with no possibility of becoming real. You never imagined Nesta to be into females, let alone you.

That one word you were able to get out was enough for Nesta to give into her desire and stamp your mouth with a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, so sweet that you wouldn't mind suffocating in the taste of her lips. You never wanted her to stop kissing you. She was all the oxygen you required. Her touches would be enough to keep you sustained for days. You feel yourself becoming drunk all over again, just off of Nesta. She definitely kissed better than any man you'd tasted before. Her lips were definitely softer although her kiss was on the more passionate side. Her kiss held the power of whatever she had stolen from the Cauldron. When she pulls away you're admittedly left delirious.

You're pleased to see that even Nesta's cheeks are radiantly pink as were her newly pointed fae ears. Even she trembled from the intensity of finally giving into her month's long desire. You desire to know how long she'd thought about doing that to you. Or was it simply a spur of the moment thing?

She touches her fingers to her lips, as if to replay the whole thing and reassure what had happened was real.

In seconds she has your lips captured once more, leaning into you with her lean body. She's like a wild cat now that she has grown more confident. You let her do what she wished with you. Falling into her grabby hands that held onto your hips and falling in love with the way she moaned against your mouth. You drank it up greedily and tentative bravery had you placing your own hands on her hips. She freezes but only for a millisecond before continuing with her experimental groping.

Mother above, Nesta's waist was so slim yet her ass was well worked and possessed plenty of muscle mass from her exertions with the rest of the valkyrie. You give it a good squeeze and nearly climax from the guttural sound that is ripped from the female above you. That was all you wanted to hear, morning, noon and night you wanted to hear more of Nesta's moans that were made because of YOU. Your hands scramble for the under curve of her ass cheeks and do the same but while also pressing her closer to you. Slightly she starts to grind against you making you go crazier for her contact. There was a morbid moment where you wanted her to take a bite of your flesh, to get as close to her as was possible.

It's you this time who breaks away from the kiss to throw your head back and moan. She takes this opportunity to rip the front of your dress, her new strength even startles her when it proved to be an easy task. With the action, she frees your tits and by instinct her mouth latches onto your breast. How was it that she made you feel like you were on fire? Like your very veins were melting and your blood as searing as lava. You wanted to combust and Nesta hadn't really touched the part of you that you wanted her to. Her lips make a trail of sharp kisses and nips from your breasts, down your torso until she reaches the extra tender skin of your pelvis. The hair from her immaculate bun is coming loose causing locks of her hair to come free and bounce around her face.

A bad decision on your part for daring to open your eyes and look at her face. No man had ever looked at you the way Nesta did. If she wanted to break you, you would absolutely let her. At that point you would let her do anything to you as long as she kept kissing you with that scorching gaze of her's.

And still she continued her journey further down.

You were a gaping idiot at that point when her nose nuzzles the base of your pubis.

At this Nesta frowns and you're worried that it's something to do with you when she professes "I've. . . never actually done this." That must have taken all of Nesta's courage to utter.

"M-Me neither. I. . . It's okay." You offer her the upward curve of your lips. You move a few of her hair strands away from her face so you could truly admire her. Her skin was smooth like cream and just as silky when your palm strokes her cheek.

Oh.

Your words were like a hammer to a piece of glass. Her face, you'd never seen her quite that naked in her emotions. You felt it from just that simple caress.

Nesta gathers control of herself once more but her smile is beautiful when she kisses the soft inside of your thigh.

Never had you been more grateful to regularly keeping yourself trimmed down there than in that moment. She dives in with her tongue, the eagerness makes you jolt but soon you melt back into your couch cushions. At first her licks are tentative with the tip of her tongue, but once she got a taste of you, you were a goner.

You squeal and arch your back off of the couch. The vibrations of her groans shake you to the core. Using the flat of her tongue she tongues broad laps with her wet muscle. You bit back any noise that would have come flying out. If it had slipped out it would have been absolutely obscene. The urge to buck your hips is a frantic one but Nesta has a controlling hand pressed down on your pelvis to prevent you from moving. You were stuck in her web and at her mercy. Had she really never been with a female before? From the way she was eating you out you found that hard to believe. Even the males who had gone down on you had never made you a sobbing mess in mere minutes. Yet that's where you were right now. Whimpering and crying out to Nesta especially when her lips find your clit and she begins to suckle at it. She took your small bead, rolling her tongue around it occasional before she started sucking again. Now she'd involved her fingers as they prod at your wet opening. Her finger sinks into you with ease.

Nesta is lost in her own little world. She's determined to fill all of her senses with you. To immerse hers hearing with the sound of your moans and the wet noises she made with her mouth on your cunt. All she wanted to touch was your hot skin under her. All she wanted to see was you keening against her every caress. Your lewd blush that spread from your chest and all the way to your face lets Nesta know that you're about ready to explode from her ministrations. Squirming thighs that suddenly seize and quake around her head has her licking and fingering you more furiously. She read each of your cues perfectly. If she sensed that you wanted her to speed up, she did so or if you wanted more intensity, she stuck another slim finger inside of you and started to pump them in and out. No male she'd taken to bed had ever orgasmed as pretty as you did.

Your undoing was a work of art as the coil inside of you had strung so tightly that it snapped. A cry rips from you as the pleasure Nesta gave you drags you down into the depths of your climax. She shows no sign of slowing down even as you're gripping onto her hair and pressing her face closer to your pussy, as if that was possible. A sick part of you wants her to suffocate as well, to be just as swept up in your ecstasy. You want this moment to be the beginning and end of everything. Selfishly you think you don't ever want her to give this to anyone else. Just for you.

You rock your hips back and forth, riding out the last spasms against Nesta's face. Finally, she slows her licks and slowly retracts herself from you. You let out a disappointed whine, half afraid that she would leave now.

Heavily panting, Nesta uses the back of her arm to wipe at her glistening face. You'd made quite the mess on her and you will yourself to feel any ounce of shame. Instead you feel a funny bit of pride. Especially when her striking eyes still haven't left your face.

Now you're grateful for the glass of water she had brought you earlier. From all of your screams and moans, your throat was parched and nothing sounds better than a cold glass of water.

Nesta seemed to be thinking the same thing because she grabbed it before you could even reach over to your coffee table. She takes a long gulp first before generously handing it over to you. You chuckle. Well, she did do a lot more work than you had. She deserved the first sip.

A comfortable quiet wraps the both of you up better than any blanket could. Questions buzz incessantly through your mind but the only one to be loudly expressed was "Did I taste good?"

Your partner burst out laughing. You didn't think it warranted that loud of a laugh but you smile regardless. Any time you were able to make Nesta laugh, whether intentional or not, was a win in your books. "Could you not tell?"

The heat still hasn't left your face when you nod your head. "I...It sounded like you did."

"You were delicious." Nesta tells you seriously this time that it's you whose laughing now. She stretches her body across you languidly.

However, you flip her so now she's the one on the bottom and you on top. She looks stunned for sure as she blinks up at you with owlish eyes. You grin before kissing her.

"Well now I gotta have a taste of you." Even though you were sobering up well, you had your newfound confidence egging you on. You wanted to be the one to taste and touch.

Nesta is hesitant to let you be the one in control but complies and adjusts under you so that the both of you could still be liplocked as Nesta assists you in removing her skirt. It was a tight pencil cut that really showed off her amazing figure. Her teeth nip lovingly at your lips, the nails on her fingers rake against your bare thighs. Her proud and beautiful face all your's now to admire. This was a new side of her that you were enjoying very much. Full lips possessing small bite marks from your own excited bites.

Diving your face to her exposed neck, you bit the vulnerable skin there and she thrusts her hips in an upward motion. You lick the juncture of her neck and jaw before biting down and suctioning a small circle of skin like she had down with your clit. There will be a mark when you were finished. Possibly several by the end of the night but this would be the first of many. You pull your head up to admire your work. A lovely purple and red circle was blooming onto her peaches and cream skin.

Your fingers toy with the edge of the blouse she wore. With coy (e/c) eyes, you look down at her. "Can I?"

She smirks and nods, keeping her attention centered on your fingers as they pop open the many front buttons. When you got to the swell of her tits, you gulp suddenly finding yourself nervous. Slowly they pop each one open to reveal her mauve lace bra that holds up her well endowed breasts. You squeeze your arm under Nesta so you could unhook the back of her bra with a quick pinch. Immediately, her brassiere loosens in the front to where you could finally remove it from her being. Your hands cup under her breasts to weigh them in her hands. She had the definition of abs on her torso as she flexes due to your touch. Was her mortal body as perfect as this one? Yes, most likely.

From her heated eyes, she delighted in your gaze revering her body like a temple. And as any fervent devotee you bow before her. You worship first her thighs as she had done with you. Already you can smell her want and desire from her core, she parts her legs for easier access. You couldn't inhale her essence enough. Now that you were up close and personal with her beautifully pink pussy, you ignore her annoyed hand trying to pull your face back into her. With the softest touch, you part her lower lips to examine the glistening folds. Petting the outer lips with a feather light stroke. The muscles in her thighs have small tremors running through them. Nearly sighing at the sight, you slide your finger between her creases and grin at how wet she was. You gather her slick with your finger and use it to make small, smooth circles over her clit. All of your movements were of the barest pressure which makes her furiously buck against you for more traction. Could you be blamed for wanting to take your time in memorizing her? You didn't know what tomorrow would be like, if regret would curdle when the both of you woke up. That was if Nesta was even going to sleep over. It could be a simple one night stand where neither of you talk about it ever again. For now you'd take extra care to remember what you could.

You give her lower lips the softest of kisses that has her writhing. Nesta's fingers find your (h/c) hair and twist your locks around them for any kind of support as you were sending her mind spiraling. Nesta's past lovers probably had not been as generous as you. From what she'd shared with you, most of her illicit relations were done when she was black out drunk and didn't remember much the next day. Pleasure wasn't something she was looking for, only something to numb her brain and make her forget. You'd make up for the foolishness of males before you. Make her acknowledge that there should be no one else but you when it came to pleasuring Nesta.

Surprising her when you finally delve your tongue inside of her, Nesta's cry has you getting wet between your legs all over again.

Cauldron help you. Was this how you'd tasted to her?

Nesta was absolutely divine in taste. How was it possible for anything to taste as sweet as Nesta? No cock you had ever sucked could compare to the flavors that assault your tongue as you tongue fuck her in between kitten licks and paying attention to the swelling bead above.

Her thighs bracket either sides of your face and she clamps down on you without mercy. That was alright with you. If you died between her legs, it would be the most honorable death you could think of. Your fingers still had her wet lips pulled apart so you could fully consume her.

Breathing became inconsequential. Your lightheadedness was a ramification that prohibited you from noticing the thighs squishing your head were a seizing mess as Nesta came quite quickly, much faster than you had when she was eating you out. You didn't notice the impercetible jerks of her body as her climax ebbed and subsided.

Only when her legs slacken off to the sides and she's pulling your face up do you see her bright red face, her panting chest that made her tits move up and down. With her hand still buried in your hair, she pulls you up her body and smashes her lips into your's. Your face is still a mess from your meal but it didn't seem of concern to Nesta as she's sticking her tongue inside of your mouth. She must have tasted herself on you. It would be impossible.

Deliriously you kiss her back, still trying to get oxygen back into your brain.

Your living room is filled with your combined panting and Nesta's.

Weakly, you lay your head on her chest and her hand on your hair softens as she begins to pet it back into place. "You came really fast."

Nesta chuckles, making your head bob as she did so. "I've had little patience for males lately. It's been a while."

For neither of you having been with a female before, you'd say it was a success.

With a content sigh, you nuzzle your face between her breasts. "Well I guess that's good for me."

"Good for us." Nesta corrects before pushing herself off and out from under you.

Disappointment has your heart dropping to your stomach. Oh, you suppose since she'd had her's, it was time for her to leave.

Sullenly you sit up, ignoring the state of your undress to watch her.

Instead of putting her clothes back on and heading to the front door, she's making her leisurely way to your bedroom and casts a glance over her shoulder. "It's late. Lets go to bed." Nesta's face is uncharacteristically soft as she beckons you to follow her.

You couldn't move fast enough off the couch.

[despairforme]

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[tapakah0]

Hello again!

I did this lil silly survey a long while ago :)

I wanted to ask if you would mind to answer a few of my questions again :3

If not, that's totally fine! No pressure!

How many hours do you sleep per night?

How many hours are enough to get through the day and how many are a lot for your standard?

Is caffein (in any form) part of your morning routine or your 'last resort'?

How do you feel over the day before and after consuming caffein (if you consume any)?

For example: sluggish, foggy, awake, exhausted, grumpy, just tired, etc.

Thank you a lot for (maybe) participating!

If you want, I can add you when I post the results, but I can also leave you out :)

Ehehe hello~

When it's college, I try to sleep at least for 5-6 hours... When it's usual day: from 7 to 10 (8 hours of sleep is perfect for my head to work properly otherwise I feel like the most useless creature on the planet) 3 hours of sleep is enough to survive the day XDD 11 hours of sleep is too much... I feel awful... Never drink caffeine or something like this

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@autistic-human

Not sure where that is, but nope. My artwork is only on this blog. If you find it anywhere else? It's stolen. If someone says they got my permission? They a fat liar. ☝️

@yourstrulylightstar283 (Referencing this post)

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@storylover2

Thank you so much!! And yeah, it's pretty scary-- XDD

And ooo! I'll have to check it out sometime! :DD

Also thank you, not much improvement overall but today hasn't been so bad <:}

@minnesotamedic186 (post in question)

Thank you! :DD It is from crying, but it's not the usual eye redness that comes from crying-

I was thinking that if Grimace is sad, angry, straining, stressed, using his ghostly powers- basically anything negative or tiring- his eyes will turn that iconic Gengar red.

And normal eyes would stay pretty red even after you stop crying. But if something really funny happened that cheered him up unexpectedly? His eyes would quickly go completely white again.

It's not canon to actual Gengars of course XD he just looks so somft and friendly with big white eyes 🥺💞

@yakoig

Bold of you to assume I can't function as a puddle-

I'll just create an arm out of the goop and keep drawing XD

I do like SMG4! Though there aren't any ships that I like/support.. ships just aren't my thing <:/

Yeah.. I've got you guys 🥹🥹

@octonoutsmylifeee

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Thank you! XD Today is going smoothly so far. I hope your day is going well too! :}

Yeah! :DD I've been thinking about buying it! :00

And I do have journal 3! Though I haven't looked through it for a long time so I can't remember my favorite part.. :(

[snowmist-hashira]

Hi 👋 it’s me a person you’ve never talked to in your life . Hehe just kidding, I would love to request a Yuichiro x reader when you have the time. Yuichiro has had a challenging day and finds himself super tired and short fused. He ends up coming off as harsh to the reader (maybe Mui too) without meaning to because of it. Then regrets it and feels absolutely awful hating himself, very angsty. I’ll leave it to you if the reader is understanding or not. Take your time please queen and no pressure 🐬 💚!

[Chapter title: Mending Broken Words]

[Requested] Yuichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Twins x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Twins x Reader Details: ♠ Information ♠ Master list: ♠ Yuichirou Tokitou ♠ Word count: 2,369

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To be honest, this story hit me right in the feels. I'm not sure if it's because I can relate to it so deeply, but it definitely brought tears to my eyes. Here's the angsty one-shot, nee-san :'3 and I hope it evokes strong emotions in you too, just like it did for me, HAHA. I really enjoyed writing this piece, despite the heavy emotions involved XDD

I'll be posting two fictions of Yuichiro x Reader today, a small low-key celebration for 250 followers~ Enjoy~

Due to being a hashira, Yuichiro was constantly burdened with numerous missions and patrols. There were times when he couldn't even find a moment to rest, as his schedule was packed to the brim. He couldn't complain, though, as he had willingly joined the Demon Slayer Corps alongside his brother. However, the exhaustion had taken its toll on his body, and it wasn't something he could easily shake off, no matter how much he wanted to.

Yuichiro trained the low-ranked members, including Y/n, his exhaustion and irritability were evident. He pushed them harder than usual, his patience wearing thin. The continuous missions and lack of sleep had taken a toll on his normal reserved demeanor.

"Come on! Is that the best you can do?" Yuichiro barked, his voice filled with frustration, his fatigue made him less tolerant of any mistakes or shortcomings.

Everyone was determined to prove themselves; they tried their best to keep up with Yuichiro's demanding training. Sweat dripped down their foreheads as they performed the techniques, struggling to meet his expectations. Despite their efforts, they couldn't escape Yuichiro's short-tempered outbursts.

"Focus! Concentrate on your breathing and your movements," Yuichiro snapped, his tone harsh. "You need to improve if you want to survive out there!"

As the grueling training session continued for hours, exhaustion began to take its toll on everyone, including Y/n. The intensity of the exercises and Yuichiro's relentless demands had pushed them all to their limits. Some of her fellow demon slayers were already sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.

Y/n's body trembled with fatigue, her breathing heavy and erratic. She could feel the sweat soaking her clothes, clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Her posture slouched, and she instinctively reached for her knees, trying to catch her breath.

Recognizing that Yuichiro's strictness might be an attempt to push them to their limits, Y/n, who had a closer relationship with him compared to the others, gathered the courage to speak up. “Yuichiro, I think we could use a break," she suggested.

Y/n's suggestion hung in the air as Yuichiro's gaze bore into her. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a sudden tension in the atmosphere. It was as if he had stripped away his usual warmth and replaced it with an unfamiliar coldness.

Yuichiro's voice was sharp as he responded, his tone laced with irritation. "A break? You think you deserve a break after that pathetic display? We're demon slayers, Y/n. We don't get breaks when the demons are out there, ready to attack us."

Y/n's heart sank at his words. The harshness in his tone was a stark contrast to their usual interactions. She had always thought she had a special connection with him, but in that moment, it felt like she was a stranger in his eyes.

"Well..." Y/n stuttered, taken aback by the harshness in Yuichiro's tone. While she understood his point, she couldn't help but feel that he could have conveyed it in a gentler manner.

Yuichiro immediately noticed the expression on Y/n's face, and a pang of guilt washed over him for his outburst. However, his annoyance still lingered, and he couldn't bring himself to soften his words. "Whatever, take your breaks then, I don't care," he spat, before turning and walking away.

Y/n couldn't contain her worry and frustration any longer. She hurriedly walked up to Yuichiro and grabbed the sleeve of his haori, hoping to halt his determined stride.

"Yui, I understand that you want to train us for our own improvement, but we can't keep pushing ourselves like this. We're already giving our best," she voiced out, her voice filled with genuine concern. However, her efforts to soften his demeanor were met with indifference.

"Trying our best?" Yuichiro repeated, his voice dripping with venom. "Well, it seems like your best isn't enough, especially since you're not even a Hashira," he added, his words cutting through the air with a harshness that sent a pang of hurt through Y/n's heart.

The moment the words left his lips, Yuichiro felt an instant pang of regret. But what could he do now? The damage had been done, and there was no way to take back his hurtful words.

Y/n felt the weight of Yuichiro's words pierce through her like a dagger. The venomous tone in his voice struck a deep chord within her, and she couldn't help but flinch at his words. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find a response. The pain of his words washed over her, and she couldn’t help but welled up tears.

“You’re no better than a demon.” Y/n's voice cracked as she snapped back at Yuichiro, her words filled with a mixture of pain and anger. Tears streamed down her face; the hurt etched on her features as she struggled to hold back her emotions. Biting her bottom lip to suppress any sniffles, she pushed past him forcefully, distancing herself from him.

Yuichiro stood frozen in place, his earlier indifference replaced by shock and regret. The impact of Y/n's words hit him like a punch to the gut. He watched helplessly as she ran away, the sound of her footsteps echoing in his ears.

Realizing the gravity of his words and actions, a wave of guilt washed over Yuichiro. He never intended to hurt Y/n, especially not to this extent. He clenched his fists, frustration and regret mingling within him.

The weight of his own words bore down on him. The realization that his exhaustion had caused him to lash out at someone he cared about left him feeling utterly disappointed in himself. He couldn't believe that he had let his fatigue get the better of him, allowing hurtful words to slip from his lips.

With every step he took, Yuichiro's self-directed frustration grew. He clenched his fists even tighter, the intensity of his grip reflecting his inner turmoil. His frown deepened as he berated himself for his lack of control, feeling like the most useless person in that moment.

In his attempt to make amends, he searched for Y/n in the usual places he would find her. Eventually, he spotted her, but to his surprise, she was not alone. She was with his twin brother.

Yuichiro's heart sank as he stumbled upon the scene of Y/n sobbing in Muichiro's arms. The sight pierced through him, intensifying his guilt and regret. He felt a mix of emotions—jealousy, regret, and a deep sense of remorse for causing Y/n such pain.

Yuichiro looked at the comforting scene between Y/n and Muichiro, a pang of jealousy stirred within him. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards his younger brother's ability to easily connect with others, especially when he himself struggled with expressing his emotions. The feeling of inadequacy intensified as he compared himself to Muichiro.

Yuichiro's conflicting emotions overwhelmed him as he stood hidden, observing Y/n and Muichiro. The turmoil within him made it difficult to make a clear decision on whether to enter the scene or leave. In the end, his emotions got the better of him, and he chose to quietly withdraw.

He then heard footsteps approaching from behind, he turned around to find his younger twin, Muichiro, standing there. The sight of his brother softened Yuichiro's gaze, momentarily easing the turmoil within him.

His eyes remained averted, unable to meet Muichiro's gaze as he wrestled with his own emotions and the consequences of his actions. "How... How was Y/n?" He asked, his voice quivered with a mix of concern and guilt.

"She's hurt," Muichiro replied, his voice calm and soft. He understood that Yuichiro wouldn't have lashed out without a reason. Sympathy and concern radiated from his touch as he placed a comforting hand on Yuichiro's shoulder.

"Nii-san, you should go talk to her. It's better to make amends before it's too late," Muichiro suggested, his intentions pure and well-meaning. However, a surge of jealousy unexpectedly welled up within Yuichiro upon hearing his brother's words.

The stirring of jealousy within him intensified his inner turmoil. He couldn't help but feel belittled, as if his own actions and abilities were inferior to his younger twin's.

His fists clenched involuntarily, and a mix of frustration and resentment washed over him. The jealousy that had been brewing within him threatened to consume his rationality.

Yuichiro forcefully brushed off his younger brother's hand, his glare piercing and intense. Muichiro's eyes widened in surprise, struggling to comprehend the sudden change in his brother's behavior.

"Do you think you're better than me now, Muichiro? Is that it?" The words escaped his lips, fueled by his inner turmoil, his resentment and jealousy momentarily overpowering his better judgment.

Muichiro's eyebrows furrowed, a mix of concern and pain crossing his face, his voice carried a hint of hurt as he tried to clarify the misunderstanding.

"Nii-san, I never thought of that," Muichiro replied softly, his voice tinged with confusion. "I would never think I'm better than you. I'm just trying to help and find a way to make things right. I care about both of you."

Seeing the genuine pain in Muichiro's expression, his older twin’s heart sank. The realization of the harm he had caused and the contrast between his own behavior and his brother's gentle nature intensified his self-hatred. He despised himself for his outburst, for his inability to convey his feelings properly, and for… Not being more like his brother.

A mix of remorse and self-disgust washed over Yuichiro. He longed to undo his actions, to go back in time and handle the situation differently. But in that moment, overwhelmed by his emotions, he couldn't bring himself to face Muichiro. With a heavy heart, he turned away, unable to bear the disappointment he saw in his brother's eyes.

Muichiro watched silently, his expression a mixture of concern and sadness, as his older twin walked away.

Yuichiro gritted his teeth in frustration, the weight of his actions and the self-loathing that consumed him becoming almost unbearable. Regret coursed through his veins, and he felt absolutely awful, hating himself for the hurt he had caused and for not being able to control his emotions.

He was an emotional wreck, unable to find solace or escape from the turmoil within him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he fought to contain his overwhelming emotions, feeling like he had hit rock bottom. The heaviness in his chest made it difficult to breathe, and his mind raced with self-critical thoughts.

Yuichiro desperately wished he could turn back time and handle things differently, to prevent the pain he had caused. He yearned to find a way to make amends, to show those he cared about how deeply sorry he was. The torment he felt was consuming him, leaving him feeling lost and broken.

His feet carried him aimlessly, his mind consumed by guilt and regret, he stumbled upon Y/n sitting alone on a bench. The sight of her immediately sent a pang of remorse through his heart, intensifying the weight of his actions and the pain he had caused her.

Just as Yuichiro was about to turn away, Y/n's eyes caught sight of his figure, and their gazes locked in a moment, his heart ached as he caught sight of Y/n's red, tear-filled eyes. The sight of her pain intensified the guilt within him, making it difficult for him to meet her gaze. He averted his eyes, feeling the weight of his remorse as he stared down at the ground.

“Yui. Come here.”

Yuichiro hesitated for a moment, unsure of how Y/n would receive him. But her gentle and soft voice beckoned him, breaking through the barrier of guilt and uncertainty. He took a deep breath, finally yielding to her request and slowly walked towards her, taking a seat beside her on the bench.

The silence hung between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. Yuichiro could feel the weight of the pain he had caused and the necessity of his redemption. His hands fidgeted nervously as he tried to find the right words to express his remorse.

“Y/n… I’m so-“ Yuichiro's voice trailed off as he started to speak, but Y/n cut in before he could finish his sentence.

"I'm sorry, Yuichiro," Y/n interjected, her voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to provoke you with my words earlier. I understand that you're just trying to push us to improve, and I appreciate that."

Yuichiro's eyes widened in surprise as Y/n interrupted his words, he was taken aback by her humility and her willingness to take responsibility for her own actions, despite his initial hurtful words.

Yuichiro's throat tightened, his voice caught in a mix of emotions as he finally found the courage to speak.

"No, Y/n, it is I who should be sorry," Yuichiro interjected, his voice filled with sincerity. "I was the one who started it all, and I had no right to lash out at you. Please, don't apologize for snapping at me. I was in the wrong…”

Y/n wrapped her arms around Yuichiro, pulling him into a gentle embrace, he initially felt the urge to break away. He believed that he didn't deserve her comfort and kindness after the hurtful words he had spoken. But the sincerity and warmth in her gesture spoke volumes, touching his heart in a way he couldn't ignore.

“I forgive you.”

A mixture of emotions swirled within Yuichiro as his head nuzzled against her chest. Tears welled up in his minty orbs, threatening to spill over. The weight of his guilt and remorse became intertwined with a glimmer of hope and forgiveness, slowly mending the broken pieces within him.

Yuichiro's voice trembled as he expressed himself, “I’m sorry for lacking…” Feeling vulnerable and weak in that moment. But before he could continue, Y/n's gentle voice interrupted him, her words washing over him like a soothing balm.

"You're more than enough for me," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity and acceptance. Those words resonated deep within Yuichiro, piercing through the layers of self-doubt and insecurity.

Tears flowed freely from Yuichiro's eyes as he released a shaky breath, finally allowing himself to believe in the possibility of forgiveness and redemption.

[thateldribitch]

Delusional

Y’know, stress can do a lot of terrible, terrible things to the body--a thought that had me in a chokehold since last night, and now has gripped me this morning until I put it to words. This happens basically right after Sins of the Father. I wasn't planning on making anything super connected, so don't expect that--but this idea just made sense.

This Yandere Wukong belongs to @lopsushi ! Sorry for all the pings, I just get so inspired by high emotion so XDD Here you go!

This story is also now on AO3, if you want all the disconnected yandere ramblings so far!

***

There are many kinds of love.

So what does a parental yandere look like?

***

He isn’t waking up.

The dark room smells of fever sweat. Little breaths puff out of a shivering body. So fragile. So small. Mortal. Mortal, with every beat of a fragile heart. Mortal, with every rattling breath, his lungs knocking against his rib cage, a patter-pitter-patter-rasp. 

And yet….

And yet.

Wukong can’t leave the doorway. He’s stone again. A guardian statue. Staring within. A pile of blankets makes a makeshift nest. It can be better. He can curl up with his mate, around their cub, tails all in a family knot, hold them close, hold them tight. No one can hurt them. Not when he’s there. But a disease can’t be torn apart, sinew by sinew, atom by atom. Painfully. Slowly. But bloodlust won’t make that little body stop shaking…. It’s a noise from his mate that finally spurs him to move. Some sort of murmur, a whimper, he doesn’t know. It’s small. Too small for his Starlight.

Blink. 

And he’s by his mate’s side. 

Macaque half-hangs off the cushioned bed, one hand curled around their cub’s. Their cub. Their cub. His mate. His. Carefully, he scoops Mac into his arms—one arm under his knees, another cradles his head. So small and light and precious and warm. Beautiful, even with his messy fur…. And the tear tracks carving across those fiery facial markings. But despite his efforts, his Starlight’s always been a light sleeper. It takes so little to make those beautiful eyes twitch awake. “Mmn, Wukong?” 

“Shhhh….” He nuzzles into that soft juncture of Mac’s throat, letting out a half-purr. He can’t manage anything full-bodied and reassuring. Something his mate must need. Gods, those dark circles beneath his eyes…. Wukong despises the worry his darling must feel. “...I’m just moving you to our room.”

“...Don’t…. I-I need—” Macaque squirms, uselessly. Wukong is stronger…. And those struggles are so weak. Has Mac eaten? Has he drank? It’s been hours. Or an eternity. Wukong doesn’t know, the moment MK got sick, Mac… Mac didn’t want him in the room. And he appreciates those protective instincts for their cub, he does, it’s adorable and amazing and it makes him love Mac more! But…. It’s torture watching him fall apart to try and keep MK… healthy. And he’s watched. Of course he has. Mac just… didn’t let him past the doorway, beyond his silent vigil, his burning red eyes.

“Starlight, you’re exhausted. Rest.” He tries to insist.

“I-I need to be with him.” Those struggles increase. It’s gone from weak twitching to desperate flailing, and Wukong usually hates when Mac tries to get away from him. But he’s not. Not really. Every movement is a surge towards their cub. “Please. Wukong. Let… Let me stay.”

He hesitates. Fuck, does he hesitate. He’s torn apart by two instincts, to ensure the health of his mate and to ensure that his cub is taken care of. We don’t need to. We can always have another. Something dark purrs in the back of his mind. We can even make it painless. It’s something with sweet, poisonous claws. The same loving claws that hold Macaque so tight to his heart. The same claws that curl through his Darling’s fur. His claws. His love. Curling around Macaque, cradling him close, cradling him close to his heart—

“Monkie King!” A sunshine smile. 

Wukong settles Mac into MK’s bed. He tears a fistful of hairs from his head, heedless of the pain. The pain is nothing, a fly bite. His hairs poof into blankets. The softest, warmest blankets that he adds to the nest, piling Mac in, wrapping them up, curling around them, his mate, his cub, tangled together in a comforting pile of heart beat and breath and fur. Soft. Warm. His. 

A cough makes him flinch.

“Why isn’t he better?” Wukong’s voice cracks under the weight of his worry, as he skims his fingers over that burning forehead. “It’s…. It’s been—”

“A week, Wukong. It’s been a week.” Macaque speaks, but his eyes are closed when the Monkey King looks over. He’s struggling to keep awake. His hearing isn’t as good as his darling’s, but Wukong can hear those measured breaths. Counted breaths. Trying to stay conscious. But those eyelids are too heavy. Mac can’t even keep his eyes open.

“Too long.” His tail thumps against the bed. Once, twice. “He was fine. I don’t understand. Food, toys, clothes, games, everything he could want a-and—all the best things. He shouldn’t be sick, he— he was fine.”

“...He wasn’t.” It’s a weak murmur. Mac’s breaths even out before he can retort. Wukong’s lips pinch. By now, their cub should see. Right? MK needs to know that this is his home. That Wukong is his father and Mac is his mother. He should know that by now. Why…? Why can’t he see that?

Minutes. Hours. Time blurs. A hitch of breath breaks him out of his meditation—trance? Whatever. He doesn’t care. Hope leaps in his chest. His son’s fingers twitch! MK. MK! He wants to scoop him into his arms and nuzzle his cheeks and groom his messy, messy bed hair and…. MK’s eyes open. Brown. Blurry. But open. Open and— and not bright, dull with the fever. But open. Finally open.... “...Hey, Son.” Wukong doesn’t miss the way MK flinches, as he rubs his forehead. He massages his temples. Wukong gets headaches there, sometimes. He hopes it makes him feel better. It will. “...How are you feeling?”

“...Leave.” MK’s eyes slide shut. It’s almost like the mere word is an effort. And so raspy, dry, such a dry throat. He needs water. Ice water with lemon and mint and money and food, good, refreshing fruits and rest and—

“What?” The word finally catches up to the King.

“Why… Why are you even… here?” MK blearily turns his head away. It must be the fever. It must be the fever.

“I-I– because you’ve been sick.” So sick. Unconscious for a week, making both of them worry, he’d scold MK but it’s not his fault. “I’ve been so worried—”

“Don’t,” MK grates out. It’s almost a growl. And his little baby fangs flash. Wukong wants better water for him, but he settles with the cup he left for Macaque. It’s untouched. His mate needs water too, he’s immortal but he doesn’t need to suffer and….

“Don’t what?” Lightly, he scoops a hand under MK’s head. Carefully tilts it forward, so he can press the cup to his lips. Drink. Drink. Why is he still trying to turn away? He has to be thirsty, he must be thirsty. Insistently, he presses the cup a little harder. It forces MK’s lips open, and he has to drink. Wukong doesn’t waterboard him, but it’s a damn near thing. His son gets a few mouthfuls before he violently jerks his head away, but. Wukong will take it. He’ll take it. It’s better than nothing… for now.

“You don’t…. Stop. Stop acting like you still… c-care.” Tears. MK. Is crying. Why? No, he needs that water, don’t cry, he doesn’t need to cry. Wukong’s claws are so gentle as he thumbs away the tears. “Y-You don’t care. You never did. You don’t love me. This isn’t….” 

“...You think I don’t love you?” Horror trembles through Wukong’s voice. How? How could he not… see he did? What did he do wrong? 

“...You hurt me.” MK murmurs, his eyes dizzily skimming the ceiling. Everywhere but him. Wukong desperately searches his mind for an answer. The transformation? It was necessary. MK’s life span isn’t their own. Or, wasn’t. Being a celestial monkey will extend that, at least until he’s either willing ready to learn Taoism or he can get another method to make sure their cub stays with them forever. And— And it’s hard to get into heaven, for him, right now. He can’t get a peach or a pill or wine. He can’t…. He can’t make sure death won’t claim his little cub. “You lied to me.”

“When?” Wukong stares at MK, uncomprehending. When did he lie? Images spiral.

A boy clinging to a ceiling. Eyes shining as they alight on his staff, despite his fear of the demons plotting below. The boy sees the staff and wants it, so he’ll have it. Wukong, from the moment he sees him, is ready to give those shining eyes the world. Wukong knows. He knows, in that moment, that this boy is his. He starts with giving him his staff.

A successor, who braved demons and volcanoes and the ocean itself, to try and bring his staff to him. Who he watches, every step of the way. He can’t step in, not yet. Not yet. He needs to see what the boy can do, he wants to see what the boy can do. Pride fills him at every little victory. He can’t tear his eyes away from any fight. As a butterfly, a hawk, a fly, he follows the boy through his first, small journey. Baby steps. It’s like watching a baby take his first steps. 

A baby who throws himself at his feet when he loses the staff. Who shines with the King’s encouragement, with the mere belief that of course he can get the staff back. Because he’s perfect. He’s the perfect successor. A ball of sunshine and laughs and he’s just like him. Before the Journey. Mischief, happiness, a little Wukong. His. His little Wukong, from the moment he sees him.

A little Wukong, who he can’t hold the hand of every step of the way, but he can offer encouragement. He can limit his powers, help him control them to fight demons in a weather tower, train him to use his staff, and then—then it gets better. MK finds his darling. He gets his mate, he gets his son, and he takes them home. Where they belong. His family, his perfect little family.

Just as Macaque became irreplaceable to him, so did MK.

No one else could be his cub.

He doesn’t want anyone else.

“MK. Not just anyone could be my cub, my successor. I love you. So much. I….” It’s a different love than his love for Mac. Obviously. His cub is something precious that he needs to protect, hold, teach. To show how to groom and forage and do all the things he learned to do. Gentler. No filet. A gentle hand and an occasional scolding word, but never… to hurt. A sunshine smile that makes his insides feel so soft and makes him want to hug the little one so close. And there’s clouds over that smile, but they’ll part eventually. MK made his life so bright, so bright, when all he had was darkness and lost his mate and— MK brought his darling back to him. He took his staff, he learned from him, and he’s just as much Wukong’s as Macaque is. His love for them is as deep as the ocean, deeper, extending beneath the Earth’s crust and boiling in the lava at its center.

There’s no way to put it into words.

Maybe that’s why those eyes stay so… disbelieving.

“...Liar.” It’s the fever talking. It must be the fever talking…. But what can he— MK. Breathing. He’s not breathing. Why is he not breathing? No. Nonononononono— N O. Wukong pulls his staff from his ear. It goes from a needle to a pole in mere moments. Bloodlust. Anger. The desire to rip and tear and—his smile widens, more fangs than anything else. So the Ten Kings think they can take his son, do they?

He’ll burn their kingdom to the ground.

And t h e n—he’ll tear MK’s name out of the Book of Death.

***

Is MK technically dead? Nooooot exactly, but also yes? Do you really think Wukong will let him stay dead? N o p e. Anyway this wasn't supposed to end like that, but y'know, I kinda love the imagery.

Feast upon the angst, my children.