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[luvsupa]

PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?!

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), NEW MALE CHARACTER!, bully!gojo, gojo gets so jealous, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing + grinding), cheating (guys don’t ever cheat) mdni.

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a/n: sorry for the late update 😥 got lazy 🫣 but thank u guys so much for the support! It means a lot! + likes/ reblogs are very appreciative 💆🏽‍♀️

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you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the soft mattress beneath you swallowing you deeper as you open your eyes. your body aches, you look under the cover to see the formal gown from last night’s dinner.

oh. the dinner.

your heart sinks as you recall the events. ayana had set you up, and gojo... he had brought you to his room and kissed you.

how could gojo treat me like this for years, kiss me, and then continue to torment me? you shift on the king-sized bed, relieved to find you’re alone.

you wince as you get up, the tight corset beneath your gown causing discomfort. you walk to the balcony, the view similar to yours but from many floors above.

opening the double balcony doors, you step closer to the railing and look down. you recognize your parents and gojo's among the guests. there are a few others, can’t seem to recognize their faces. who could they be? did my father invite them?

“how did you sleep?”

you close your eyes in annoyance, he’s the last person you want to see right now.

“i slept fine,” you say, not turning around to look at him. he can sense your irritation. “i shouldn’t overstay my time here, so i will go back to my room.” you turn around to finally face him. his eyes soften as he sees your puffy eyes from last night.

“no, please stay. i-i don’t mind how long,” he says, his voice with desperation, reaching to grab your hand to reassure you.

“i’m not sure ayana would appreciate me staying in the room she shares with her partner,” you say, hinting at her words from last night. gojo seems taken aback by your words and lets go of your hand, his expression faltering.

“so you think she’d appreciate us kissing?” he retorts, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.

“i- no. but she is someone you will potentially wed. out of respect for the future princess, we must stop.” with that, gojo’s entire aura shifts. his eyes darken with anger at the mention of marriage. without waiting for his response, you exit the balcony and head towards the front door.

“i explained everything to your parents,” he blurts out, desperation seeping into his tone.

“thank you,” you say softly, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in your voice, as you leave his room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make yourself look more presentable than you did in gojo’s room, you’re too scared to face your family. you don’t know what gojo said to them, but you assume it’s good.

“hi, dear, we have an important meeting you must attend,” you hear your mother's soft voice from your doorway.

“mother, if this is about last night, i will explain—”

“it is not. satoru enlightened us all, it was just a mere childhood feeling,” she reassures as she walks closer to you. “I deeply regret not hearing your side, but the past is behind us. We must discuss more relevant matters. join me in the drawing room when you're ready.”

tears almost fill your eyes as relief washes over you. finally, your family is hearing you out. you nod as she embraces you with a warm hug before exiting the room, giving you more time to prepare yourself.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make your way toward the drawing room, your nerves intensify. your mother hadn’t given you any details about the meeting, and the presence of more guards than usual, dressed in different-colored uniforms, only heightens your anxiety.

standing close to the drawing room doors, the guards open them to reveal a room filled with your parents, gojo’s parents, and a few unfamiliar faces you noticed at the balcony. the mothers and other women sit on the couches, while the men stand on the other side, deep in discussion.

abruptly, your mother and the queen stand up, acknowledging your presence. “perfect! dear, we have someone who would like to meet you!” your mother says, her voice brimming with excitement. your nerves spike as an unfamiliar woman calls over someone to meet you.

too nervous to turn around, you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“hello, my beautiful,” a voice says, making time feel as if it has stopped. you turn around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back blonde hair and a single curled strand. his hazel eyes gaze down at you, and you are in complete shock, struggling to respond.

“i- hi,” you manage to say, shamelessly checking him out. he chuckles at your response.

“i’m kento nanami. i’ve heard a lot about you,” he says smoothly. you’re starstruck by his beauty, still struggling to find words. your mother stands beside you, her hands on your shoulders, urging you to act proper.

“he is also a prince—soon to be king,” your mother whispers in your ear, but nanami definitely hears.

“i hope you don’t see me merely as a king. i’m here to leave the weight of royalty and simply be myself,” he says, as your mother apologizes for her rudeness. if anything, his humility makes you more attracted to him.

“well, we shall leave you two alone to get to know each other on a deeper level,” the queen says, and everyone quickly exits. your mother gives you one last look before leaving, reminding you to be on your best behaviour. for what, though?

“ugh, finally the parents have left. i was getting bored of hearing about royal duties and nonsense,” nanami says, exhaling a long-held breath as you both settle on the couches. his boldness stuns you. he doesn’t want to be bombarded with royal duties... hot.

“i wouldn’t know much about royal duties the way you do, kento. i bet our fathers chatted you into boredom,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“my father? no, that was my mother’s brother. my father passed years ago from an illness.”

great. he hates me.

“oh my—I-I’m so sorry, your majesty. i truly didn’t know,” you quickly say, but he gives you a warm smile, reassuring you that you simply didn’t know.

“i would also hope that you would address me without honorifics. i’d hope for my soon-to-be wife to call me by my first name.”

what?

“sorry what? wife? no offense, but i don’t know you or anything about any marriage!” you say, heart racing, realizing you were kept out of the loop.

“your parents haven’t told you? they’ve been stressing my family for years that you were waiting to meet me,” he says, very confused. you shift your position on the couch, fully facing him.

“i’ve had a few conversations about marriage but nothing about us... i-i mean i’m definitely not ready,” you say, starting to freak out. he notices and holds your hand, his much larger and radiating warmth.

“i may not understand being left out of important conversations—especially regarding your future,” he says, drawing circles on your hand. “if you are not ready to marry, i will use my royal duties and call it off.” his warm smile makes your heart feel whole. maybe he’s the one for you; he’s patient, kind, and handsome.

“kento I—”

“i will not let you marry her!” you hear as the doors burst open.

this cannot be happening.

you and nanami quickly stand up, startled by gojo’s sudden interruption.

“satoru, you cannot be—”

“get your guards and get the hell out of my estate. you are not welcome here—nor are you welcome to marry her!” gojo yells, angrily walking towards you both. nanami looks at you, just as confused as you are by gojo’s crazed state.

“excuse us, kento. i need to have a talk with him,” you say sternly, grabbing gojo’s arm and leading him out of the drawing room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after what felt like an eternity dragging gojo to the library, he stubbornly refused to move. finally, you arrive and shut the door behind you, locking it firmly to ensure privacy.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t act like a child and barge in like that!” you say angrily, turning to face him.

“what is wrong with me? how dare you marry someone you don’t even know!” his glare intensifies, his bright blue eyes darkening with rage. “whoever i choose to wed is not your decision—nor shall it be your problem!” you retort, matching his tone.

“it is my problem—especially if you’re making reckless decisions without my presence,” he yells, causing you to scrunch your face in utter confusion. “you’re seriously unbelievable! i can’t believe it,” you say, slowly putting pieces together.

“why are you so against me being married? it shouldn’t matter to—“

“i cannot bear to lose the one person i’m deathly in love with to another man!”

what?

you look at him, wishing he had never said those words. if anything, you wished for him to torment you than confess his love for you.

“that is not fair—it is not fair and you know that,” you say, walking away from him breathing heavily as you go deeper into the library, with him following you.

“i am madly in love with you—since our childhood—“

“satoru, stop. you do not love me. you’ve been making my life a living hell. my stay here—is beyond hell,” you say as you turn and look at him with teary eyes. “the one time i have a chance at life with a loving man and you—you try to ruin it,” you say.

“would he ever love you the depths that i love you?” he questions, and you're taken aback from his words. “love? do you consider ruining my life, my reputation, humiliating me as ‘love’?”

“that was the only way i could block you out of my head—my feelings, my thoughts. i hated the fact your own parents planned to wed you off during our teenage years! i love you so much i pushed you away!” gojo confesses as you watch him pour out his deep feelings.

“so you simply ignored my feelings all those years? all the torment i endured? you only cared about yourself?”

“do you love me?” he says, ignoring what you said. you stammer at your words as he continues to repeat his words, walking closer to you as you slowly walk backwards.

“you were my first love,” you quietly say as you shake your head, your mind all jumbled up. he smiles at your words that he’s been dying to hear. “but you have proved to me over and over that i am not yours. you cannot say you love someone then treat them like shit!” you say as his smile slowly fades.

“i will marry kento and that is the end,” you say. he looks at you angrily.

“is that really what you want? to be with someone who won’t drive you wild like i do? to live a dull life, lacking the connection we have?” he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

“you know, i could show you just how much i love you. how every night, it’s your face i see, your name i whisper. just one touch, one kiss, and you’d remember why you were mine first.”

you feel your breath hitch as he leans in, his lips almost dangerously close to yours. “i bet he would never know how to make you tremble with a single look, how to make you ache with a single touch.”

before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate hunger. his hands find your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens, his mouth relentless and demanding.

lust once again takes over your body, igniting a fire as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss more. moans escape into each other’s mouths as you both lose yourselves in the moment. his tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part willingly, tasting the sweetness of desire.

as you two are mindlessly kissing, you stumble backward, gojo’s strong arms steadying you both until you collapse onto a nearby couch. your gown drapes around you, the fabric crumpling as you straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. his hands remain on your waist, gripping possessively, refusing to release you from his embrace.

heat radiates between you, his body pressed against yours, a desperate ache building in the pit of your stomach. the intensity of the moment fuels your movements, his hands are guiding you as you’re shamelessly grinding on his bulge. feeling him throb beneath you.

moans and gasps escape into each other’s mouths, the air thick with tension and desire. your bodies move together instinctively, as if trying to merge into one. 

you break the kiss, your lips parting from his with a soft, lingering resistance. his darkened eyes plead for more, hunger burning in their depths as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a silent plea. but you resist, causing him to whine and pout at your refusal. what a baby.

“i-i will marry kento,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with the intensity of your emotions. it’s a final decision made in the heat of the moment.

gojo leans his head back with a frustrated groan from hearing another man’s name. he releases his hold on your waist as you rise from his lap, smoothing out your gown to look more presentable. his whine of protest goes unheard as you walk away, the sound of your heels against the wooden floor echoing as you walk away.

the tension hangs heavy in the library as you leave him behind—your heart racing, your mind reeling, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you walk through the grand halls, your footsteps echoing softly as you make your way to the garden, seeking a moment to clear your mind from what happened in the library.

as you step into the garden, you notice two figures standing near a fountain. it’s ayana and nanami. ayana is giggling, her hand rubbing against nanami’s arm as she leans in closer to him. she looks up at him with adoring eyes, her laughter bright and flirtatious.

you stop in your tracks, feeling a jealous at the sight. she always finds a way to ruin something.

nanami notices you walking in and turns to gesture you to join them. ayana looks over to see you and scoffs, wrapping her arm possessively around nanami’s as you approach.

“i see you’ve already met ayana,” you say bitterly, shooting a disdainful glance at her.

“met? oh, kenny! you haven’t told her about us!” ayana fake pouts, her tone dripping with insincerity. you look at them in confusion. “who do you think was his stress reliever, hmm?” she confesses, and a pang of jealousy courses through you.

“i’ve told you many times that whatever happened in the past stays in the past, ayana,” nanami says firmly, removing her arms from around him and creating space between them.

“but of course, that was before i met ruru! we’re now happily in love—expecting to be engaged soon,” ayana chirps cheerfully, her words stoking your anger. little does she know what happened a few minutes ago…

“but poor you, would any man truly desire a future with you?” she taunts, walking closer to you, her hand brushing your cheek. you shove her hand away, infuriated by her audacity.

“i intended to announce our engagement at the gala, but we are also planning our marriage,” nanami declares calmly, causing ayana to whirl around in horror. for once, she is speechless, no vile words escaping her lips.

nothing.

“so instead of belittling my wife and your future queen, i’d advise you to show her the respect she deserves,” nanami says in a low, threatening voice. you’re shocked at his words, feeling his soft touch as he takes your hand to lead you out of the garden. not waiting for one of her snarky response.

turning back, you see tears filling ayana’s eyes as she remains frozen in place. seeing her like this brings a small, satisfied smile to your face. but as nanami guides you back into the castle, you notice gojo rushing out of the library towards ayana, her sobs echoing loudly.

you watch as gojo softly comforts her, his actions mirroring those he once showed you. you start to feel enraged at the sight, but your view is cut off as nanami turns a corner, and they disappear from sight.

why am I feeling this way?

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 13

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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“You look just like Ophelia.” The way he said it sounded like he was missing the past. Then it clicked for you immediately: Patrick was your mom's ex-boyfriend.

Bucky, tinged with curiosity and something else, asked, “So you're that Patrick that Cassandra mentioned?”

You were flabbergasted, your mouth hanging open in surprise. Realizing that the person in front of you was your mother's ex-lover and the Patrick, your grandma often mentioned was overwhelming. It meant Patrick was deeply engraved in her mind.

Patrick smiled warmly at the familiar name. “Nana Cassie? How is she?”

You responded, “She's fine, but she has dementia.”

The word 'dementia' erased the smile from Patrick's face. He put his hand on his lips, murmuring, “A lot has changed since I left.”

Then, realizing his lapse in manners, he looked at everyone. “How rude of me. Please, sit down.”

“I can't help but ask, did you want to meet me because I'm Ophelia's daughter?” you inquired.

Patrick nodded, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness. “I swore I would never come back to this country. But when I saw the new leader of Velari, and you looked so much like her… I had to.”

You sensed the agony and darkness in his voice every time he mentioned your mom. It was more than you'd ever seen in your father, that jerk. Even at Ophelia's funeral, he hadn’t shed a single tear.

“Seems like you miss her,” you said softly.

“I do. All the time,” Patrick replied, his voice heavy with emotion.

You crossed your arms. “If you loved her, why weren't you with her?”

Patrick looked at you in silence for a moment before taking a sip of the tea provided by the butler. He put down the teacup gently, his fingers tracing the rim.

“Twenty-five years ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I’d be enjoying an expensive tea inside a mansion,” Patrick said, his tone wistful.

You tilted your head, clearly puzzled.

Patrick noticed your confusion and explained, “I was dirt poor. I’m the child of the gardener who used to take care of the flowers at your grandparents' house. Your grandparents were kind enough to let me and my dad stay in the guest house.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at this revelation.

“Your grandfather was strict, a man of action rather than words. Your grandma, Cassie, was an angel. And Ophelia…” Patrick paused, looking out the window, lost in memories.

“She was my first friend, my partner, my soul mate, and the love of my life,” Patrick continued, his voice filled with longing.

He went on to describe how his love story with Ophelia began as a close friendship. They were inseparable, but their love couldn't continue because of their different social statuses.

Your grandfather discovered their relationship and objected fiercely. Being a military man, he didn't hesitate to give Patrick a harsh lesson. Patrick was beaten and kicked out of the house, his body weak and bruised—a clear warning for Ophelia to end the relationship.

Around the same time, the Sinclairs proposed an engagement that would benefit the family business, further complicating things.

Patrick’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he recounted the painful past. You could feel the depth of his sorrow and the love he still harbored for your mother.

When Ophelia and Jonathan first met, it was a meeting between two vastly different people. Jonathan was cold and reserved, a man of few words. Ophelia, on the other hand, was sweet and timid, unable to say no to her father’s demands. Cassandra, Ophelia’s mother, knew the marriage would be colder than Antarctica, but she couldn’t speak against her husband; his word was absolute.

To cope with the situation, Cassandra began designing clothes and eventually started the fashion line, Velari. She and Ophelia found solace in creating garments, and the small tailor shop they opened became their sanctuary.

Ophelia and Jonathan got married and started a family after you were born. Your existence brought light to Ophelia's life. But one day, Patrick reappeared, determined to rescue Ophelia from her loveless marriage. When your grandfather and Jonathan discovered Patrick’s intentions, they responded violently, nearly killing him.

This incident shattered the already fragile relationship between Ophelia and Jonathan. The marriage became irreparably broken, but Ophelia managed to endure it, thanks to you, Cassandra, and Velari. However, the ultimate betrayal came when she discovered Jonathan’s affair with his secretary, Genevieve, and learned he had a daughter three years younger than you.

This heartbreak, disappointment, and regret devastated Ophelia. She had sacrificed her love for Patrick for a marriage that gave her nothing but pain. If she had fought harder, she could have been with the man who truly loved her.

Ophelia’s death crushed Cassandra with guilt. She blamed herself for not saving her daughter. If she had stood up to her husband and been content with their life, Ophelia might still be alive, happily married to Patrick, who would have been a loving husband and father.

Your grandfather, burdened by his daughter’s death and his wife’s subsequent loss of joy, began to blame himself. The ultimate betrayal came when he discovered that the Sinclairs, his in-laws, had tried to sabotage his business. Jonathan’s actions cost Ophelia her life and nearly destroyed the family business, leading to your grandfather’s heart attack and leaving this world.

After being beaten, Patrick started from the bottom, working tirelessly to earn money. When he finally succeeded, he was devastated to learn that Ophelia had passed away. With nothing left for him in the country, he left for Europe, where he met Rowan Barnes at a business conference, and the two became friends.

When Rowan mentioned that Bucky was getting engaged to the daughter of Sinclair, Patrick immediately warned him not to fully trust them. Recently, Rowan told him that Bucky had canceled the engagement and had become close to another daughter of Sinclair.

Patrick sighed and asked, “What’s the difference between this one and the other?”

Rowan replied, “This is the legitimate daughter who was kicked out by Jonathan.”

The word ‘kicked out’ resonated with Patrick, who had been expelled many times in his youth. He wondered if this first daughter could be Ophelia’s child. But why didn’t she live with her father?

He had so many questions and started asking around. What he discovered broke him and made his blood boil. Though he shared no blood with you, he knew you were Ophelia’s treasure. She had always wanted a daughter.

Patrick looked at you with sorrow and warmth, wondering if he and Ophelia had run away together and married, would they have had a daughter who looked like you?

“I arrived too late. But if you let me, I’ll be the biggest support you could ever ask for,” Patrick said, his voice filled with earnestness.

When he said that, Rowan raised an eyebrow, wondering if you knew who Patrick was. He was one of the most sought-after clients in the investment world, with assets that made investment managers fight to have him as a client.

Patrick’s face lit up when he heard your gratitude. “Thank you.”

You offered, “Do you want to see my grandma? I’m sure she will be happy to meet you.”

Patrick’s eyes softened, and a nostalgic smile spread across his face. “That would be great. I miss her.”

The room was filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation as Patrick’s offer hung in the air, a promise of support and a connection to the past.

Bucky, who had been standing quietly beside you, felt a surge of protectiveness. He didn’t like how Patrick looked at you for too long, feeling jealous. He took your hand in his, his grip firm but gentle, as if to remind Patrick that you weren’t alone.

Patrick noticed this and chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with understanding. “It seems you have a good protector here,” he said, nodding toward Bucky.

You squeezed Bucky’s hand, grateful for his presence. “Yes, I do.”

☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️

After the meeting with Patrick, you learned so many things about your mother that you had never heard from your father. It seemed like she didn’t exist in his mind anymore.

When you got home, you felt like your life had become so much better after meeting Bucky, even though you hadn’t been polite toward him initially. Life works in mysterious ways.

‘Ring.’

You saw the caller ID and rolled your eyes when you realized it was Jonathan.

“What?” you snapped.

“Is this how you address your dad?” Jonathan's voice dripped with disapproval.

You gritted your teeth. The audacity of this man who neglected you and still wanted you to address him politely. “Your majesty, what honor do I have to receive a call from heaven?” you retorted sarcastically.

You could hear his voice grumble on the other end. “I heard you met someone today.”

He meant that someone must be Patrick. “I met so many people today. I also almost got kidnapped. Did you know that?” you shot back, your voice tinged with annoyance.

“Kidnapped? I guess you’re safe because you can answer your phone,” Jonathan replied dismissively.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. “What do you want? I have to bury my abductor in the backyard.”

“Stay away from him,” Jonathan ordered.

You flinched. Why did he say that? Then it clicked. Was your father jealous?

“He’s a great person. I understand why my mother loved him so much,” you said, pushing his buttons.

Your tease hit the mark. “I’m your father. Not him! Remember that!” Jonathan's voice was filled with fury.

The call ended abruptly. You stared at your phone, shaking your head. Sometimes you wondered if you and he were really related.

The apple does fall far from the tree, you thought. Especially with you and Jonathan.

That's what people would think. If one day they heard that you weren’t Jonathan’s natural daughter, they would believe it.

But no. Even if you wished Jonathan wasn’t your father, DNA said otherwise. He was your father. It was the hardest pill you had to swallow every day.

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[cripplecharacters]

Hello! I want to write a horror book with characters that are not human but were a long time ago and now are something changed. What I want to do is explore themes of body horror, but what I do not want to do is be offensive or stereotypical towards physically disabled people. I have been doing some research and making sure the horror I am writing doesn’t have real world people it is affecting. (for example, characters with multiple eyes or arms or who have bare skeletons on their limbs) Do you have any tips to be non-offensive in my writing?

P.S. thank you! Your blog has been so helpful to me 💛

Hello beautiful asker!

We have a post on body horror right there! I would just do your research very thoroughly (read Sasza's part, he worded it much better than me). Characters transforming into something non-human is such a cool concept and cool to explore. And while this isn't our area, I would also research stuff like identity, race, body dysphoria, dysmorphia, Ethnicity, queerness, on their intersectionality with body horror, outside of disability and such. It's really interesting and it all intersects in such a fascinating way!

~ Mod Virus 🌸

Hi!

I think that as long as you're making sure you're not passing off symptoms of disabilities as said body horror, you're fine. If there's no connection between the two, then it won't be offensive to physically/visibly disabled people :-)

With that said, there's an incredible number of conditions that can be disabling (literally thousands). So to avoid including any of them as "body horror" or "gore" or what have you, you will need to do research.

There are disabilities that involve multiple fingers (polydactyly), multiple limbs (polymelia), multiple eyes (diprosopus), and other things that involve what's widely considered "body horror" by the genre. Yes, they're very rare (except for polydactyly maybe) but they're still very much real; the Witches movie tried to pretend that limb difference was just some magical scary thing rather than an actually existing disability, and it was horrible.

That doesn't mean you can't do it, just don't mimic it 1:1. Put the eyes on their neck, or make their fingers come out of their mouth, whatever. Things that don't happen to visibly disabled people, including the ones that die from complications of their disabilities - I think it's incredibly cruel for the horror genre to treat many of them as some sort of "evil creature inspo" because of severe congenital conditions.

That's just my view on it, I hope it's understandable! Good luck with your writing.

mod Sasza

[yurinaa-world]

Hello! What about a Dan Heng, Blade, & Jing yuan (separate) with a reader like Elysia (Herrscher of Human: Ego Version) TY!!

Characters: Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: with a reader that's like Elysia ver (Herrscher of Human: Ego)

Warnings fluff, spelling mistakes, mentions of blood (Blade), reader injured (blade), Happy ending for all

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

HE CAN’T HANDLE YOU AT ALL.

You’re so supportive of everything he does. Taking care of him when he’s stressed and tired out of his mind. He feels so ungrateful when he’s with you because he doesn’t know how he can ever repay the unconditional love you give him without expecting anything back. 

When you first saw him after he came back from the Loufu he was very different, he especially looked different. He was terrified about the thought of you leaving him after he lied and kept things a secret from you because he was a coward.

Yet you still recognized him and understood him without any judgment or care you were still in love with him and none of this would change anything 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You don’t have to do this for me”

You just hummed as a response which pretty much means “It’s fine.” While he layed in your lap.

He looked so cute! Even though you told him to relax instead he’s all flustered. Not able to handle all of this. He has his hand over his mouth, maybe to stop his breathing so he doesn’t accidentally breathe too loudly or just to cover his red face. Doesn’t matter either way because you find it so cute.

Taking his hand away from his face. “Let me see your face Dan heng.” That just turned him completely bright red. “See you’re so cute when you’re not hiding from me.” 

“You compliment a lot…” he murmurs while looking up at you with that blank face and bright red cheeks, yet you just smile back at him.

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You always love spending time with him (he does too <3). Going out together—even with the fact he’s wanted by the universe—having fun like normal couples do! Even if you're not normal in the slightest it won’t stop you from having a lot of fun!

Or instead, you could stay home—you don’t care unless you’re with him!—playing games, baking, or anything! He’ll do it for you.

He’ll even do the cringy things like holding your hand in public, leaning down for you to kiss him on the cheek, or pulling down his mask to kiss him—even if you're in an alleyway.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You feel the blood drip down from the side of your head. The hot red liquid makes the adrenaline in your brain pump. 

Yet it didn’t change anything you were feeling. You were still smiling at Blade while he held your bridal style, legs in his arms, with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re so idiotic.”

“I know.”  You say through a smile, looking back at him. He was worried, mad;  angry at you, and you don’t blame him for feeling that way. leaning your head against his chest and closing your eyes.

“I’m tired. Really tired.”

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

You're so affectionate with him, always giving so much like kisses, hugs, compliments, just all sorts of things. He eats it up, he just LOVES it. He loves every second. He always gives the same energy back to you.

Yet he’s so selfish and greedy when it comes to your love. He wants all of it yet he still teases you about being the clingy one in the relationship.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Ah, so many kisses and such sugar-coated compliments leaving your lips. Arms wrapped around his neck.

 “Such a clingy lover of mine.”

He’s so cocky, teasing you all the time yet forgetting that you know he loves every second of your display of love towards him.

You sigh softly, pressing your cheek against his chest as your arms wrap tighter around his neck. “I know you love it though.” you smile at him before placing a kiss on the side of his cheek and playfully grinning.

“How can you resist me, General?”

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[charliemwrites]

Maybe I am being overly sensitive about this, but that Konig got added into the 1fur1 AU before Gaz did and then Gaz ending up as the only non-dog makes me feel a bit hesitant? Almost like he is being separated—the “vibes” of playing with a dog are different from playing with a cat. I don’t know, am I just reading too much into it? I’m not even sure what kind of response I’m asking for to be honest 😭

Hi! Okay, first, thank you for reaching out and sharing your thoughts/feelings on the fic. I can absolutely give you my response and a candid answer that I hope is enlightening(?) or provides closure.

Let’s start with where Gaz came in the series. I always had every intention of including him, but I couldn’t decide on a satisfactory way of introducing him for a long time. I didn’t intentionally put him last, but that he was is a product of internalized bias that I continue to try to challenge and improve upon. In essence, I couldn’t think of how I wanted to write him in because I am unaccustomed to writing him. I hope that makes sense?

Now, for making him a cat. I understand that there are many racist stereotypes and caricatures that liken black people (and other people of color) to different animals. I try to be aware of that when writing. If there is a negative association between black people and cats, i am entirely unaware of it.

I did intentionally make Gaz a cat. From my understanding of Gaz’s character, I thought it made sense. He’s highly competent, an excellent operator while alone, with a well rounded skillset, and fiercely loyal. And, as I joked in a previous ask, I could only imagine a cat falling from something (a helicopter) while being fine but miffed about it. That was a genuine discussion I had with others. I also thought it would be a fun point of asymmetry in the story, to have a parade of dogs followed by a single cat.

All of that said - is writing him as a cat and the rest of the group as dogs another instance of internalized bias? I’m not sure, and I’m open to discussion about it. I did not think I was ascribing any negative connotation to Gaz by personifying him as a cat shapeshifter, but amongst a band of dogs, perhaps it is and I’m not seeing the perspective. Again, I would be open to discussing it if someone wants to take the time.

I hope this answer made sense and was coherent, and that it provides some explanation that helps. If you want to talk more about, we absolutely can but I understand you likely went on anon purposefully. Thank you very much again for reaching out. 💕

[xoxo-sarah]

The Fair

↝a/n: well this was heart wrenching. ☹️ Why did I decide to write this? I hurt my own feelings with this one, guys.

↝pairing:Daryl Dixon x reader

↝warning: angst, death, season 9 events, Alpha + whispers, the spikes, Daryl never getting his happy ending, it's a bit gruesome ngl, crying, fighting, torture, getting shot, stabbing, self-loathing (Daryl ☹️), more death, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 6.24.24

The early morning sun shone across the town of Alexandria, although not doing much for how the fall chill nipped at any skin showing.

Daryl glanced up from his spot on the porch, after hearing the door open. You stepped out, face scrunching when the smell of nicotine hit your nose. Daryl simply took in your appearance. Freshly showered, clean clothes, and wet hair knotted into a different style than usual. He took a final puff of the cigarette, before flicking it somewhere off the porch.

As you stepped forward, his hand motioned to your hair, "I tried a different braid. I think it's called a fishtail, I'm not sure though. Needed to practice so I could do something different for the fair." You shrugged, moving to take a seat beside him on the rickety porch steps. His hand raised, feeling the bumps of the braid.

He knew you were excited for the fair, wanting to get out of the walls of Alexandria, and not to do a supply run. You need this; time with friends who feel more like family every day.

Daryl dropped your hair, looking around at the other houses. They were quiet, due to everyone still being asleep. If Daryl hadn't stayed the night, you would probably still be in bed. But you woke up to Daryl, who hadn't slept a wink, due to his stress levels. The whole whisperer thing had him on edge, and it only got worse when Lydia came into the picture. Daryl had been just fine only caring for the people he kept close to him, people who he had known for years. But then came Lydia, who was just a kid. He had needed out; out of Hilltop where Lydia and Henry were. You were his safe space, somewhere he knew he could always go to.

Feeling weight being added to his shoulder, he turned, listening as you whispered into the crisp morning air, almost like talking normally would wake everyone, or disturb the peaceful space of the porch. "She's a good kid. She just doesn't know any better. Alpha, her own mother only taught her survival. It's not Lydia's fault, you know that. Give her time."

"Might not have time." He couldn't help but grumble. He knew you were right, Lydia is a kid. She only knows survival. To an extent, Daryl could relate to her. You lifted your head, looking over his face,

"Maybe, but I have a strong hunch that you have enough time to go wash the stench off of you." Your nose scrunched again, more animated than before.

Daryl rolled his eyes before standing. You watched him as he walked to the door, flipping you off before the door shut behind him. A heavy sigh exited your lips when you knew he was gone.

It had been a little over two days since you last saw Daryl. It's not like you were worried. He could hold his own. Atleast, he could before people who wore the dead's faces were among everyone.

That might have you on edge. Or it might be the fact that he had the thing that Alpha wanted, making him become an even bigger target.

Your fingers divided your hair, twisting it into the same braid from before. Your mind was elsewhere, hands moving without a second thought.

The house that you occupied in Alexandria was quiet. Too quiet. You had grown comfortable with the usual silence, since Daryl had left in search of Rick.

The house you once shared turned into yours, with Daryl only visiting. He never stayed for long. Maybe it was the memories, or something that you had no knowledge of. Either way, you weren't going to push him.

Men like Daryl, once they're pushed too far, they leave. It's like their fight or flight goes off. You weren't one to push.

When Daryl and the little gorup found Lydia, Daryl had to escape for the night, going straight to the familiar house. He had told you everything about the Whisperers and Lydia, how They had killed Jesus. Although her group had killed someone who you could rely on, you pitied Lydia. The moment between you two was short-lived when morning came. After he had taken a shower, he was on his way back. Your time together wasn't much, but it was something. Given the circumstances, it was enough for both of you.

A knock at your door had your trailing thoughts stop, along with your hands. You were quick to tie the braid up, before moving to the door. Daryl stood, shoulders sunk in, along with the bags under his eyes, blood coating his hands. Your eyes met, relief, from seeing him mixed with the concern from seeing the dried blood, ran through your back.

Daryl stood against the kitchen sink, scrubbing his hands together, watching as the water turned red before flowing down the drain. "Henry's hurt." Was the first thing he had uttered since you opened the door, letting him in.

You perked up from where you were perched against the counter, having been watching his movements. "How bad?" He shook his head, letting you know it wasn't life or death, without saying a word.

"Here was closer to get him stitched up. Lydia's with us."

Your eyes traveled over his face, looking for any sign of how he felt about that, and maybe even a hint of how much shit you were all in.

"She's a kid." He sighed, turning the water off as he used your same words from before.

You nodded, hoping he knew that he didn't have to explain himself to you. You trusted him and his instinct.

Now night time, you walked with Daryl and his little group as they got ready to leave. Aaron insisted on walking with you, staying with Daryl as you were in step with Henry and Lydia.

You tried to ask questions that were easy for her to answer, questions that didn't revolve around how she had grown up. Questions that made her feel human, not just a piece in the game of survival.

As your conversation drew to an end, you listened in to Aaron and Daryl, " 'Member way back when I told you, you'd make a great father?" Your eyes traveled to the gravel under you. "You got to skip the exploding diapers part, but I was right."

Henry and Lydia tried to contain their own little conversations, hiding their smiles and blushing from the other. Just two teenagers acting as normal as two teenagers could in the broken world.

Daryl grumbled, "A lot has changed." You felt eyes boring into your back but didn't look. You smiled as you felt Dog rub against your legs, begging for attention. Would you and Daryl be able to be happy in a world like this?

"I stand before you today at the start of a new tomorrow. A tomorrow made possible by the sacrifices of many over the years." After a long ride to the kingdom, you stood amongst the crowd, watching as Ezekiel stood on the balcony, giving one of his infamous speeches.

"Among them, a man whose mission was to build community and strengthen the bonds between us. A man who had to destroy the very thing that connected us in order to save us. It took far too long to fulfill the promise of what Rick Grimes and his son, Carl, envisioned, the same promise Paul Rovia, better known to most as "Jesus", believed in when he brought us all together those many years ago. We always will be. We fought our way back to each other. We have grown. The crossing over the river may be gone, but we have rebuilt a bridge, nonetheless. Today is proof we can unite, not against a common enemy, but for the common good. So eat, drink, and be merry...'cause we got a lotta lost time to make up for."

Jerry stepped forward, a hug grin on his face, "Let the First Annual Inter-Community Reunification Fair begin!"

"Jerry!"

Jerry swung around, looking up at the King.

"We changed that."

"For reals? F. A. I. R. Fair?"

Ezekiel sighed, leaning over the railing to stare down, "It's too many-nevermind. Let the Fair of New Beginnings begin!"

Applause broke out through the crowd, doves being released into the air.

Tara, who stood beside you, nudged your shoulder, directing your attention to the gate of the Kingdom. The gates opened, revealing Michonne- who was set on not coming to the fair- with Judith, Daryl, Connie, Henry, and Lydia in tow.

Your feet moved before you even thought about it, and you were in front of Daryl before you knew it. He opened his arms, welcoming the warmth of your arms around him.

Sure, you had seen him not that long ago, but being apart from him became even scarier over the week. Daryl swayed from side to side, before you pulled away slightly.

Carol came over when you two had fully broken apart, bringing her best friend into her arms.

You smiled, watching the two. After she teased him, she watched as you moved back under his arm, laughing when your lips collided with his cheek, watching Daryl grow shy, his ears turning a pink hue.

"C'mon, I heard there's a fair or something happening." You winked at Ezekiel, as he joined in on watching the two of you, throwing his arm around Carol.

It only took about 15 minutes before the fun was cut short.

"You just got here." you sighed, utterly frustrated. You couldn't have one day that was slightly normal. Somebody always had to be a threat. It just happens to be Alpha's group.

"Hilltop's in danger."

"I know,” You huffed, kicking the asphalt under your feet, stopping when Daryl halted, reaching down to pet Dog's head. "I just think you deserve to have fun too. Or at least let me go with you."

He instantly shook his head, standing at his full height. His eyes slightly squinted as he looked at you, "'T's too dangerous, you know that."

"Exactly. You need more people and you know i'm a good shot." You cracked a smile, trying to ease the tension. Daryl looked away, hiding his slight amusement. "At Least be safe." Your voice was serious, almost threatening. Unwinding your arms, letting them fall to your sides, as he finally looked back. "I mean it, Dixon." He puffed air out, before bringing you into a side hug. You two stood by the gate, not caring as people walked past, trying to get ready to leave with Daryl.

The hug was warm- comforting, too bad you don't get the luxury often. "You too." His gruff voice was muffled in your hair, followed by a dry kiss on your forehead. "Can you take care of Dog for me?" He pulled back, already knowing your answer.

You only got a single nod in before Carol walked over, an apologetic smile on her face about the whole thing; having to interrupt to hint that it was time to go and having to cut your time together short.

Saddiq grunted as Michonne rushed over to his pitiful body. His tired eyes reluctantly raised to look at the people following behind her. As he saw Daryl, the pain felt fresh, like all the wounds were pulled open and dirt was shoved into them. He shook his head, trying to get the picture of your last moment out of his head. Your screams of agony rang in his head. What you made him promise rang even louder. He could only cough when the makeshift gag was ripped from his mouth, waiting as Michonne cut his hands free. "What happened?" Michonne asked.

Saddiq could only point, words dying on his tongue. "I-I..."He stumbled with his feet as much as his words. Michonne held most of his body weight as he tried leading them to the hill.

Michonne's face dropped in horror, as they walked closer, close enough to realize exactly what was in front of them, close enough to identify the heads on the spikes.

All it took was for the wind to pick up, causing the braid to sway in the wind, for Daryl to feel the world stop on its axis. He could only watch as your mouth moved, biting and nipping at the air like a feral animal.

Something that would haunt him forever, the hunger for human flesh taking over the one person he couldn't live without. As you began to let out a growl, he had to turn his head, looking anywhere. He couldn't take the sight, feeling his stomach churn.

You were just in his arms, smiling at him, joking around, wanting to spend the time at the fair with him.

His eyes caught a head of blond hair, his body moving before he could think twice. "No! No!" His hands attached themselves to Carol's shoulders, frantically trying to conceal the gruesome picture before them that would surely give him nightmares, if he was even able to sleep. "Just look at me." His voice broke, but continued to repeat himself.

He watched as her lips pursed, before they began trembling, feeling his own emotions breaking through the comfort-others-before-yourself facade.

His body slowly collapsed with hers, his hold on her not faltering. If he held her tight enough, he might be able to feel the warmth you always radiated in his arms.

Maybe it was selfish to try to find comfort of his own while he was comforting her, but he couldn't help himself. Who was going to comfort him? You?

Daryl wasn't one to cry much, but he felt his eyes begin to burn. Before either of them knew it, their tears mixed together on Daryl's clothes as his grip tightened even more.

"I was there. I was taken with the others. And I saw...I was supposed to die with them. I was ready to." Saddiq stood on the podium, looking out at the crowd of mixed communities, all of which had lost someone dear to them. "Then, Alpha whispered in my ear, "Tell them." Something hit me and everything went black. ANd when I woke up, I was alone." The image of you, tears and blood dried on your face as you laid lifeless. "What happened was evil."

Daryl stood in the very back of the crowd, arms crossed. His own thoughts ran wild, so many 'what if's. What if he had stayed? What if he had let you go with him? What if, what if, what if... Daryl tuned out the rest of the speech, only zoning back in when he felt a shaky hand on his shoulder.

"Y/n..." Saddiq did everything in his power to not let his voice shake, but it was useless. He forced himself to keep eye contact, feeling like he at least owed that, even if his eyes were glossy and his nerves were shot. Daryl had to know. He had to know Saddiq was honest and kept his word for you. "She fought. Hard." The shaky man shook his head.

-flashback-

Siddiq looked around, at the old barn, at the people who stood around wearing the dead’s faces, at his friends and family kneeled down, gagged and tied up.

You stared at the people standing, a fire behind your eyes, that Saddiq had never seen before. He couldn’t recall you even blinking.

As Saddiq watched for you to blink at least once, your eyes shifted from the person you were staring down, to behind them.

It was only a split second before the person you had been staring at was hit in the back of the head.

Ozzy, Alek, and DJ yelled as they swung at each and every masked person. You weren’t sure who untied you, but you didn't have time to see. You were on your feet, punching the closest whisperer to you, picking up the knife that had fallen out of their hands.

Everything turned into a massacre.

You stabbed and swung and stabbed some more. Hearing a yell, you swung around on your feet, grabbing the person holding Enid down, before you grabbed by the back of their shirt, your hands moving fast and with force as the knife punctured the chest repeatedly.

Blinded by rage, you moved on adrenaline.

Large hands grabbed your shoulders, yanking you off of the dead body. You could only watch as a new group of Whispers amerged, and charged at what was left of your group.

Alpha stood in front of you, inspecting you. She moved her hand to your hair, her grin making your blood boil. “Beautiful hair. Shame I have to keep it on your head.” The image of her flashed in your head. The blonde hair, of which you now knew wasn’t real, or wasn’t her actual hair. The thought of her cutting it off of someone made you sick.

She tsked, turning when she saw one of her own push someone into the dirt, their knife raised to strike.

“Stop.” All eyes, including your own, were watching the scene play out. Alpha’s eyes scanned the small barn, bodies littering the ground. “They’re the last two.”

The hands tightened on your arms, but you weren't about to show weakness, not over a few bruises being made. One hand moved to hold you still, as another brought a blade to your neck.

Your nostrils flared, watching as Alpha dragged Saddiq right in front of you, although it didn’t take much force with how his body ached, before she held a knife to his throat too.

“What do you think; should we let them decide on who should die?” Alpha’s words were directed to the man behind you.

Your eyes caught sight of Tara, who laid limp on the ground, blood dripping from her mouth. Clenching your jaw, you looked past Saddiq, straight into Alpha’s soul, or lack thereof, anyway. “Now," Alpha pointed at you, “You’re Daryl’s. I Watched you this morning.” You felt the grip on you tighten even more at the mention of Daryl’s name. “You’re loved by everyone- is he?”

She shifted her crazed eyes to the back of Saddiq’s head. When she didn’t get an answer, she put pressure on the knife, drawing blood.

“Fine!” you croaked, “Fine, kill me. Please, he-he’s important. More than me. Please.”

You turned your attention to the man holding you, “Daryl, he said he beat your ass. Told me all about it. You want to hurt him back, right?” You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you just hoped they would take it out on you, not Daryl or Saddiq.

Beta growled, his breath becoming erratic, as he looked at Alpha for any signal. He could make one quick move and break your neck, but you knew Alpha wanted you to suffer. She wouldn’t let him have all the fun.

It had to be you. Saddiq had a baby on the way. Rosita had told you, and made you promise to keep it on the down low.

There was a long moment of silence, only the angry hot breath fanning over your head, before you were thrown to the ground, hands tied behind your back again. Alpha made everyone leave, dragging Beta out as he shook in anger, ready to pounce.

When the two were out of earshot, you stared Saddiq down. He began shaking his head, “You can’t-”

“Yes. Yes, I can, Saddiq. Rosita needs you.” The baby needs you, especially in this world. “You have to tell Daryl that none of this was his fault. I know him, he’s going to blame himself and pull away.”

You licked your lips, feeling the dryness and small cracks in the skin. Maybe it was selfish to ask that of him, but it was the only thing you could think of in the moment. You didn’t want your last moments to be thinking of how Daryl will pull away, like he always did when he lost someone. He wouldn’t have you to help him out of it. “Tell him I wouldn't blame him for anything that happened tonight. Please, Saddiq. Please promise me. Just…make sure he’s not so hard on himself. Please-”

A gunshot rang out, followed by your screams. You fell onto your side, blood oozing from the wound on your shoulder. Saddiq’s head swung to where the bullet had come from, Alpha walking back in, handing the gun to Beta as he followed her. Whatever conversation they had had outside left Alpha fuming.

Another scream ripped through your throat when Alpha brought her foot up, putting weight on your open wound. “Why are you so willing to die for him?” She seethed.

“‘Cause that’s what you do for family, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” Angry tears welled in your eyes as you stared up at her from the weird angle.

Your next words were directed to Saddiq, as if you knew what was going to happen next. “ Tell Daryl I love him.”

It all happened so quick. Alpha leaned down, her other hand holding a knife as it dragged across the soft skin of your neck. Your hands fought to move to the blood flowing out of your neck, but were bound behind you. Your mouth moved like a fish out of water, until blood coated the inside of your mouth, painting your teeth red.

Saddiq watched the life drain from your eyes, his brain blank. He felt numb. Alpha walked back over to him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Before he knew it, everything went black.

“-She wanted you to know that she loved you. I could tell she did. I’m sorry it's not her standing in front of you.” Daryl didn’t reply, much like how he hadn’t uttered a word since Saddiq began talking about you, about your last moment. He walked away, leaving a teary-eyed Saddiq.

The wind was chilly as Daryl and Lydia walked up the hill to where Daryl felt the word stop. The spikes still stood, a reminder that that was Alpha’s territory now.

Darl looked away from Lydia as she kneeled in front of the spike, where Henry’s head had been. He let her have a moment.

“She’s just a kid.” Your voice rang out in his head, a reminder that she was a kid, dealing with the loss of someone who she cared for and who cared for her. Sounds familiar.

His eyes caught sight of the familiar spike, glaring at it with all the hatred in his heart. Blood had soaked in and dried to the wood. Your blood.

He hated the world even more. He hated Alpha, Beta, the fucking whisperers, and the wanted to hate you for being so selfless, but he couldnt get himself to. Most of all, he hated himself for going against your last wish. The guilt would eat him from the inside out and he would let it.

He felt like he deserved it.

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[aurae-rori]

Not a question and idk if your asks are open are not so I'm sorry if I'm not doing this right I don't interact much on Tumblr 😭

But finding your blog has been an absolute blessing cause Ratio always frustrated me as a character cause I couldn't sort out thoughts about him or entirely figure him about but reading your posts about him is scratching the itch on my brain that's been there for a while now and I absolutely adore it. He's such a well written character and reading what you have to say about him constantly is so much fun and let's me gobble up the information in a way my brain can process it.

Your blog is so much fun and I love reading your stuff!!

Also, what are your thoughts on the comparison between Ratio + Aventurine and Alhaitham + Kaveh? (Not sure if you've been asked that before so I apologize if you have!)

No worries, you did it perfectly fine!

Aww, dude, I'm so glad that my blog has brought you some joy. I'm happy to help deconstruct characters so that their inherent workings, motives, desires, and philosophies are seen. I try to keep my stuff easily edible(tm) so I'm so glad that it's working!! Thanks for the support, I saw you in my notifs a lot and it means the world.

And no worries, I actually haven't gotten this question yet.

There's a whole youtube vide on why Alhaitham & Ratio are not similar, and I wouldn't say that Kaveh & Aventurine are similar either. Alhaitham is generally a self-focused guy who doesn't want excitement and literally wants a normal life, while Dr. Ratio is reaching for the stars and wants to better the lives of literally everyone in the universe. Also, Kaveh and Aventurine share traits of being overworking (and they have dead desert dads), but I would consider Aventurine far more reserved than Kaveh is. They deal with business differently - Aventurine drives a hard bargain and takes deals that benefit him, while Kaveh's goodwill usually wins out on him and he gives into his empathy far more often. Honestly? The theories about Ratio being Kavehtham's love child is so fucking real, because he has the Autism from Alhaitham and his love for maths and his inner kindness from Kaveh.

Thanks for dropping by! <3

[kinkandkreep]

Celebratory Blue Lock Boi Yandere Interpretations: Ryusei Shidou, Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi

A/N:...Hey hey y'all...🙂 Ok, so I fuckin' lied I am so sorry. 😭 These was sposed to be for my birthday yestaday but the day got so busy and I was tied den a mug, so posting these did not happen. 🙃 But! Alas, I am here now, and I have for you all my introductory yandere interpretations for 5 of the blue lock boyos!

Keep in mind, I am still getting caught up on the anime so if anything reads off, I apologize. I'll very likely either come back and adjust these as I become more familiar with their personalities or just post a whole new set for each boy.

Anyway, enjoy!

Ryusei Shidou: 

Let me just say right off the bat that I get the strong notion that Ryusei is gonna swiftly become my favorite character the more exposed I am to him (like I already love his design and that weird sexual edge his character possesses 😏)

That aside, as a Yandere, I envision that he maintains that same intense energy he has about football, it just manifests a little differently

You make his heart “explode,” in a similar fashion to his precious football- either that, or you possess an “explosive” quality within yourself that draws him in

I saw someone say that outside of a few specific circumstances, Ryu is a pretty chill dude, which I think is 100% true

And I believe this can even apply to you, in the Yandere sense as well

Ryusei can be intense, and a little monopolizing 

He's also somewhat possessive 

But for the most part, as long as he knows you're his and you continue to make him “explode,” Ryusei isn't the worst Yan to have

Now, in my research, I have seen some interpretations of him where he’s much more sadistic than I personally envision him to be, which of course is fine, but just know that my Ryusei can’t really be bothered to act sadistically unless you try to fight him

Exactly why you’d try to do that is beyond me, but if you did happen to want to start a physical altercation with Ryu, he may be inclined to be a little rough with you, just to show a bit of what he’s capable of and also keep you in check

Yoichi Isagi:

I just look at Yoichi and a single phrase comes to mind- “he’s a sweetheart unless provoked”

You, provoke him

You make this nagging little voice in the back of his head make the Spongebob “wee-woo” sound at like max volume every time you’re in each other’s vicinity

Yandere Yoichi adores you

He’s like a little pup around you, always wanting attention and affirmation and reassurance that he’s the best, and the he’s going to be the best, and that throughout it all you’ll never leave him

But! He can also be kind of intense and maybe a bit of an asshole

Like just look at him and tell me you don’t get that vibe

I’m new to the game as it relates to Blue Lock but from what I’ve gleaned, Yoichi has a sort of metaphorical switch that turns on and off depending on the circumstance

Things get heavy when he’s on the field, and that’s when his “Ego” comes out

It makes him more cocky and confident, from what I understand, and I’d say the same thing applies where it concerns you

For the most part, Yandere Yoichi is just your average puppy with a thigh fetish

But let the “Ego” come out, and now he’s more domineering, controlling and patronizing

Try not to trigger that part of him though, and Yoichi is actually a pretty ok Yandere to have

Meguru Bachira:

Meg’s a weirdo but one of the lovable variety

He’s a very eccentric character, as I’m sure anyone who’s familiar with Blue Lock will know

He talks about the “monster” that inhabits his psyche and manifests itself when he plays soccer

I don’t particularly subscribe to the idea that this “monster” influences his actions on a normal, day to day basis (though that could be the case and I just missed it in my research) but I can definitely see how one would think it does

I will say that years of simple…cohabitation (?) with the monster has definitely left an indelible mark on Meguru’s mind

Yandere Meguru especially 

To Yandere Meguru Bachira, you are perhaps the most important thing in his life

Being bullied for so long and so relentlessly probably wasn’t the best for his mental and emotional wellbeing, as you can imagine, so Meguru has been in desperate need of someone to come along and show him genuine love and support

He’s found that in you, and that’s part of the reason his Yandere personality/tendencies make an appearance when he’s with you

He’s definitely clingy and wants all your attention all the time, and he’s also not very knowledgeable on what it means to give someone their personal space

He doesn’t give you much autonomy either, really preferring to do things for you when given the chance

He can get a little intense, but he’d never hurt you 

Physically, at least

And if by some off chance he were to hurt you otherwise, it would never be on purpose

All that said, I do kind of think that Bachira would be one of the slightly more uncomfortable Yans to have, simply on account of his neediness 

Reo Mikage: 

FIrst off, let me just say, eat the rich 😤

Chile when I was doin’ my research and saw dis dude’s frankly ridiculous net worth I was appalled 

But if he smart enough to know what to do with the money and assets then I guess it’s whateva 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyway, that aside, let’s focus back up 😂

I could potentially see Reo being one of the more strict Yan’s to have 

He just has so much to protect, and that includes you

He’s also probably very used to getting the things he wants and having things go his way that he can’t imagine you not reciprocating his feelings, or at the very least seeing the benefit in choosing him over everyone else

And as we’ve seen (me only partially really, I’m still makin’ my way through the show 🙃) he already has some form of an attachment issue as it relates to Nagi, or alternatively, the things he’s invested time and energy in and on

Which, as you can imagine, would include you, should he decide to pursue you

As a Yandere, Reo is admittedly controlling and a bit smothering

But he’s just like that ‘cus he wants to ensure that nothing will separate you two!

It’s innocent really, honest!

And given Reo’s reputation, it would be rather difficult to convince others that he’s, well, kinda crazy if you were so inclined

But other than that, as long as you remain loyal, Reo’s a pretty fair Yandere

Rin Itoshi:

Whoo boy, this one’s a tough nut to crack

I honestly think Rin is more tsun than yan but I could definitely see where the Yandere aspect of him could potentially rear its head

I’m not 100% up on my knowledge of what the hell his deal is with his brother, but from what I’ve gathered, there’s this mostly one-sided rivalry (on Rin’s part) towards Sae (his brother, for the uninformed) because he (Sae) refuses to acknowledge Rin in soccer and he abandoned their shared soccer dream from when they were little

That all being the case, I really like the concept that Rin is a Yandere for you because A.) something about you warms something cold and dead inside him and B.) you recognize him as talented and capable outside of his brother’s influence, and he (Rin) desperately clings to that affirmation 

Rin is undoubtedly possessive, wanting nothing more than to hide you away where only he can access you or, alternatively, make it known to everyone, in whatever way, that you belong to him

Rin is also somewhat domineering and controlling, as he still doesn’t want anything to tarnish his reputation

I think as a Yandere he’s a little more open to PDA (not by much at all, but just a little) 

I also think that, as a Yandere, Rin can be fairly intense without realizing it

Like during games and whatnot, he ups the ante ‘cus he knows you’re watching and he wants to impress you, keep your attention, and have earned your praise when he’s done

That could also apply to him normally sorta, but I think the behavior is more prominent in Yandere mode

All-in-all, Yandere Rin isn’t the most terrible, he’s mostly just…needy, in his own special way

[captainseamech]

Not to be rude or anything but... you have too many verses for a canon muse. I get it, High Tide is your lovely character, but having a verse for a fandom that is dead like Treasure Planet?? Not to mention the ones you have that I rarely see you use like your horror verse for example. If you want to interact with your mutuals from different fandoms, either make a multimuse blog or an OC to shove 100 verses in. Not a canon character.

//I'm well aware I have a ton of verses. I'm well aware that I don't use all of them. I'm well aware that they may cluster when I just post about those verses, but that's the reason I tag them so you could blacklist. That's the reason I stress myself to organize my verses in one big post and copypaste the tag letter by letter so it's easier to be blacklisted.

It may be annoying the way I isekai High Tide into different verses from different fandoms all the time, but I think a lot of times of a way to make him fit in the scenario without changing what he is too much. Hell, I even feel a bit stressed when I'm trying to adjust this big mech in any possible scenario.

I know it's annoying and I apologize for that.

But I have a strong connection with him since I first created this blog and I thought the idea would be nice, you know, a challenge on making him fit without looking too much out of place. I'm aware the majority of my mutuals knows jackshit about TF and that's why I toss him into fandoms THEY know, that's why I created my own backstory to him using canon snippets shown in the media. The formula is always the same, he's just in a different scenario.

But I guess I'm not allowed right? Since it's annoying. Also I do have a multi, and I should use it more often indeed. I'm sorry.

If you don't like the way I jingle him around different universes, it's fine. I may be turning him into a jack of all trades or whatever the correct term is. But don't tell me to change. You're free to blacklist all the fandom related tags or even unfollow me if you don't like.

Just. Don't tell me what to do in my own safe space. Thanks.

[noveauskull]

Hello, how are you? if you still have your requests open can you write an angsty One-shot for Geshu Lin? I know there's barely any backstory about him in the game, but I wanted to know if you could write a one-shot where he had a partner (reader) who was a soldier. Amidst a battle, while searching for his partner among the fallen soldiers, he finds them critically wounded, on the verge of death, and he desperately tries to make them react and tries to take them to a field medic, but his partner ends up dying in his arms after saying "I'm sorry". I'm not sure if the idea is understandable, and if you write angst, I really adore the character, and there's very little content about Geshu Lin, and I'm a lover of angst and I really love your writing and how you write.

"In Another World, We Live Together" (ANGST)

characters: geshu lin x reader

warnings: mentions of death, a bit gore, angst, soldier f! reader

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In an atmosphere covered in smoke from burnt wood, you squinted your eyes, feeling it tear up from the toxicity the smoke was releasing.

You were wounded. Well, wounded would be a very kind word to be used at the moment, when really the floor was covered in red at any direction your eyes could glance at.

You could feel your throat being blocked by it's own muscles, as if it was choking itself, but it was cause you were crying. You knew that out of every other day where you got injured, today was different.

Something wasn't right. You wished you could move your neck to see the state of your stomach but you couldn't. Your body just won't listen, and that frustrated you, so much it scared you to.

All you could do was lie down and wait, you were starting to get used to the throbbing pain on your stomach, but the pain was so unbearable you couldn't even pass out, you were stuck.

When you thought you had lost all hope, you hear a familiar voice call out to you as a figure emerged through the smoke, you could only see half of the figure's body before it came closer, letting you realize you knew this man.

General Geshu Lin, your partner.

Your face twisted into an expression full of pain as you cried, hearing Geshu Lin's panicked shouts made you feel relieved, yet at the same time, you were terrified to hear how loud he was, never in your life have you heard him shout this loud.

"Y/N!!!"

You watched him kneel to the ground and hold your body gently, placing your head on his lap as he stared down at you with wide eyes, his complexion seemed pale. Extremely pale.

"Y-Y/n... Y-Your st-stomach" Geshu Lin stuttered, his eyes were locked onto you torso, but you only stared at his face, slowly blinking away your tears to give yourself a good look at your partner.

But out of curiousity, your eyes trailed slowly from the side view of Geshu Lin's face to your stomach, and the sight shocked you to the point you could feel every bone on your body shake in terror.

Your stomach was hollow. So hollow you could see a bit of your rib cage, and all your organs and intestines were missing. Just what did one blow from a tacet discord do to you?

A strong choke escapes your mouth, your eyes widening to the point your eyelids seemed like they took up too much space on your sockets, you instinctively tried moving your legs to kick your body back up, but it was no use, your body had lost all connection within each other.

"N-No...I-I won't let this happen to you..." Geshu Lin was in a state of panic, and you could see it as clear as day, his behavior didn't help you one bit at all, yet you couldn't blame him.

It seemed...like your life has been cut short.

You watched as Geshu Lin's wounded body forced you up, carrying you in a bridal position, and carefully making sure you didn't lose anything more, as you hear him mumble to you.

"I-It's okay, I-It's okay y/n...Y-you're gonna b-be fine..."

He kept chanting to you, you hadn't notice that he was running so fast, all you could do was look at his face, your eyes tracing every single line that he had, almost like how an artist would sketch out a drawing.

You knew it was too late for you, so you used your final moments to burn General Geshu Lin's face into your mind, one last time.

"W-We'll get you to a g-good doctor, a-and you'll be all fixed, o-okay?"

Geshu Lin didn't even look down at you, he kept his eyes locked in front of him, even if his arms and legs were going numb he never let you even slip for a moment, all his mind was focused on is getting you help.

"I-I'm sorry..." You croaked. Finally mustering up your energy to say something to catch Geshu Lin's attention.

"W-What are you apologizing for?" He finally looked down at you, but your eyes were lifeless.

Geshu Lin stopped his tracks to look down at you, tears drenching his cheeks, without realising his legs gave out on him, and he was now kneeling on the concrete floor, his pupils rapidly shaking to the point his vision went blurry.

He couldn't even let out a scream. All he wanted to do right now was remain silent, in order to not miss hearing your voice again, that you would wake up from being unconcious and he could continue to bring you to the medics.

But in the back of his mind, he knew.

He knew you weren't there anymore with him.

And he didn't want to accept it.

He couldn't.

He won't

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A/N: ANGST??? ME??? WRITING??? I can't believe this. I wrote angst. In like... A LONG TIME.

I struggled to finish this cause i got so serious in wanting to make this sad as possible, but i dont got that dog in me to fulfil that energy so this is the final result 😮‍💨😮‍💨

ty for the request thoo!! ✨️✨️

[selfloverrrrrr]

NONCON + threes0me between Megumi Gojo and reader pls🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🎀🎀🎀💗💗💗

Lesson or chance?~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, Yandere Megumi, threesom, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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I was a first year student in jujutsu high. I had friends there. Nobara, Megumi and Yuji. Megumi and I was in a relationship from three or four months. But noone knew that Except them. Them means Yuji and Nobara.

Gojo Satoru. Our sensei of jujutsu high. He was obsessed with someone. He loved her so much. He can do anything for her. Anything means ANYTHING! but we never knew atleast he never let us know that the girl he was obsessed with was none other than me?

It was a day after a mission. Gojo sensei was taking us for a icecream treat. Me, Yuji and Gojo sensei was already there. We were waiting for Nobara and Megumi to come. I was calling Megumi. "Yuji... call Nobara" I said. "Oh...so you're calling your boyfriend...huh?" Yuji teased.

"shut up" I said and rolled my eyes. Gojo's eyes immediately went to Yuji. "Boyfriend?" Gojo asked. "Yes, sensei.... you don't know she has a boyfriend?" Yuji asked. Gojo glared at me underneath his blind fold. So Yuji couldn't see it. 'just tell me his name I'm gonna fucking kill him' Gojo told himself.

"no?... I didn't know.... who's it?" Gojo asked. "It's Fushiguro" Yuji replied. Gojo's heart stopped for a second. "Megumi?" He asked. "Yes yes" Yuji replied. They were talking but Megumi and Nobara came.

"where were you two?.... I can't wait for ice cream anymore!!!!" I whined. "I'm sorry I forgot my phone in my room " Megumi said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. "And I was talking with Maki senpai" Nobara said. "It's okey... let's go now " I said. Then we went to the icecream shop.

Now it was a month later from that day. Me and Megumi were in Megumi's house, in his room, on his bed. His lips on mine. Kissing each other roughly. Small amount of moans coming between the kiss. Megumi pulled me on his lap. I was sitting directly on his crotch.

"f-fuck" he whined. I could feel he was hard. I started moving back and forth. "Oh fuck fuck fuck...y/n stop... I don't think I would be able to control " Megumi whimpered. "Then don't control" I said licking his neck.

"yeah...no... I mean...uh" Megumi said. I could feel that he was nervous. "What happened?" I asked. "It's... it's just... it's my first time" he confessed. "That's fine.... it's my first time too" I told him. "I know...but what if I can't please you properly" he said. "Megumi don't be so nervous!!!" I said. "Ok... I'm gonna try... don't mind if I couldn't.... properly" he said. "I would never" I replied with a giggle.

While we were talking in Megumi's room. Gojo was outside of the room leaning against the wall. Listening to our talks. He smirked at himself then walked away to his own room.

A Week After

Megumi just woke up and came out of his room. Gojo was standing in the kitchen. Drinking coffee. "Hey Megumi...supp?... You look a little...sad?" Gojo asked. "No no... I'm fine" Megumi replied. "That definitely doesn't sound fine ....what is it?" Gojo asked. Megumi sighed. "It's just.... I don't think it's okey to tell you" Megumi sighed again.

"Megumi?... tell me... look I always thought of you as a son.... now tell me what is it? Any adult thingy?" Gojo asked. "Yeah actually.... It's..... Ok so .... We had sex, yeah me and y/n had sex last week. And it was both of our first time. But.... but I don't think that I'm pleasing her properly" Megumi confessed.

Gojo took a deep breath. "You want me to help?" Gojo asked. "How's that?" Megumi asked. Gojo walked towards Megumi. "I'll show you how to fuck her properly....by fucking her" gojo said. "W-what-" before Megumi could complete his sentence Gojo talked again. "Megumi listen.... I like her... I love her...but when I heard that she has a boyfriend I thought I'm gonna kill him but when I get to know it's you.... you know I can't kill you... you're like my son....but we can share....have her together " Gojo whispered. Megumi looked at him. "Uh..ok....ok ok ok ...... I mean yeah ok fine" Megumi said. Gojo smirked. "Great choice" he said.

The next day

Megumi messaged me to come to his place. I was already there. Standing in front of the door. I pressed the bell. "Yeah.... coming" a voice said. Then the door opened. I expected it to be Megumi. But it was Gojo sensei. That wasn't weird... cause it was his house after all. "Oh ...hey sensei" I greeted him. "Heyy" he greeted back. "Umm... Megumi isn't home?" I asked. "No no...he is.... come inside.... he's in his room" Gojo said and I went inside.

I sit on the couch. Gojo sit beside me. "Where's he?" I asked. "He's coming" Gojo replied. "You're looking cute" he said wrapping his hand around my shoulder and pulling me closer to him. That was a little uncomfortable. "Uh... t-thank you" I said nervously.

In a moment Megumi entered in the room. I smiled at him. "Oh look he's here.... Megumi come... sit here" Gojo said pulling me on his lap and patting on where I was sitting. Megumi smiled and sit there. Now this was way too much uncomfortable.

"uh... sensei can you...let me go.... it's... it's kinda uncomfortable" I said. "Why....are you nervous" he said in a deep tone. Suddenly felt his hand going up under my top. My eyes widened. I looked at Megumi. I pushed his hand away and sit on Megumi's lap. "What are you doing!!!!" I said. And instead of explaining me Gojo just smirked.

"oh come on.... you like it" Gojo said moving towards me. But what shocked me was....why isn't Megumi protesting?! "Megumi stop him" I said. But what Megumi did? Hold me tightly on his lap so that I can't move. Gojo's hand going up under my skirt.

I punched Megumi's hand away and stood up. "The fuck are you two doing!!!" I screamed and started going out of their house. "Y/n stop... don't you love me?" He said. I slapped him. He was shocked and silent. "I did.... but I don't from now" I said and turned around.

Gojo was standing in front of me. I gasped. "Y/n, sit" he said. "Get out of my way.... I'm not a whore that'll let you two do anything" I spit. "Y/n I said go sit" Gojo repeated. But this time I slapped him. He glared at me and grabbed my hair and slapped me. "Tf do you think you are,huh? I'm not Megumi that I'm gonna get silent" he said and slapped me again. "You should've accepted it and it won't be this hard" he said. Tears came in my eyes.

"oh don't cry, pretty girl~" he cooed in my ear and grabbed my hair and dragged me towards his bedroom. "Megumi.... come in my room and lock the door" he said to Megumi. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and Megumi went inside and locked the door. Gojo Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."oh now that brave girl is scared?" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounces out. "You should play with her boobs before fucking her... that'll make her more wet" He said to Megumi then looked at me with lust in his eyes and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-sensei stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my skirt and then took off my pantie. Then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " look .... told you.... she's fucking wet~". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " S-sensei no no no... P-please no... s-stop.... I don't want this" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. He looked at Megumi "don't worry....girls like it rough" Gojo said. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. "Megumi... you must be hard go on....use her mouth" Gojo said.

I looked at Megumi with teary eyes. Why is this happening? Even my boyfriend is letting his father to fuck his girlfriend?! Megumi didn't waste any time, unzipped his pant and slammed his length in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes. Tears flowing down. Because both of them were too much big. My mouth was wide open. Megumi's dick inside my mouth taking the whole length in slowly. It was too big. Megumi's breath hitched. He threw his head back mouth wide open. He grabbed my hair telling me to suck hard. He bobbed my head up and down. His tip was poking the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and started bobbing my head up and down faster. "Oh god...oh god.... don't...ahhhh... don't stop!!!!" Megumi moaned out loudly. He was bobbing my head up and down faster and faster. He suddenly felt that Megumi was close. In a few minutes he came inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin "Swallow it y/n" Megumi said looking at me. Gojo thrust roughly and said"swallow. His. Cum. Y/n". Which made me swallow.

Gojo's thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh.... f-fuck s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. "And it would be better if you cum inside her even if she says no" Gojo said with a smirk. I cried out loudly. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out.

"your turn Megumi.... give me her mouth now" Gojo said. "Yeah sure" Megumi replied. "No no....nooooo not again!!!! Please I'm begging you" I screamed. Gojo grabbed my face and tilted my face up. His dick was now infront of me. Still hard... how can he still be hard after just having sex? "Sensei... please don't " I sobbed. Gojo smirked at me. "I also loved you. I still do. But you never came to me" he said and shoved his length in my mouth. On the other hand Megumi slammed his length inside. I closed my eyes and sobbed silently... cause I know there's no turning back now.

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I love when you give me your requests 💕

[chaostroberry1]

Hello! How are you? Could I have some headcanons for Loki, Apollo, Poseidon and Adam (platonically) with a human reader who likes her own body but sometimes feels bad having such small breasts? She has a somewhat small build and is very thin due to genetics (I imagine with Adam the reader being his only daughter and being surrounded by men in the family they would not be able to understand her), sometimes it makes her feel very uncomfortable when someone He asks her why she is so thin and makes similar comments. Just soft and comforting things as sometimes it's hard for me to deal with that kind of comments. Thank you!

Sure thing💕, I believe what you mean is Loki,apollo,and Poseidon are romantic w reader, while Adam is platonic with reader? Don't be afraid ask me in the inbox to change anything if it isn't what you asked for. ^^

RoR characters (platonic and romantic) with a small darling.

Characters mentioned : Apollo, Adam, Loki, Poseidon.

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Loki

- he doesn't know why you're even insecure. He thinks you are mad pretty. With or without extra assets. But looking at Aphrodite, I guess he can understand why many women want big assets.

- your chest is nice, whether big or small. He likes them either way cus they're a part of you.

- whenever you're feeling down, he'll do stuff like turning into a butterfly, or do random magic tricks to make you laugh. Think of it as a way he shows you his love.

- when he sees you looking at your body, he'd rush in and try to make you feel better. Pretty sure he'd make sure his pranks are extra funny while you're around, so that he could cheer you up.

- when anyone tries asking about your body, and why you're so thin, he'd turn the question around with a "why are you so ugly?" With a mocking smile, tilting his head to the side while playing innocent. the person was left offended.

- and after that, he'd just take your hand and carry you. Floating around with you in his arms, leaving you stunned, but happy.

Apollo

- you KNOW this man. He is literally the epitome of beauty, alongside Aphrodite. We got to see how he finds beauty in basically anything that he seems beautiful.

- so seeing his own darling being insecure, bro was flabbergasted. You??? Insecure??? About your beloved body??? No way.

- I mean he wouldn't know what it's like to be insecure, c'mon, it's apollo. But seeing you in such a sad little bubble was hurtful.

- I'm sure he'd approach the situation carefully, giving so many compliments in a day, that with kisses. Cus he loves you.

- when he sees you sad, he'd be word vomiting multiple reasons why you are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. listing down why it's a bad idea to doubt your own looks and body.

- he loves your chest, why do you feel different? He thinks they're cute.

- if anyone asks you why you're so small or thin, he'd immediately come in and sweep you off your feet, carrying you with him to his place and into his chambers.

- let him show you just how much he thinks you're beautiful.

Poseidon

- what the hell. What the absolute hell are you talking about? How on earth are you still insecure about yourself when you literally managed to bag him? That's what he'd think.

- he doesn't get why women are always striving to be as pretty as Aphrodite or something, cus uhm...why? What's wrong with having a smaller build? Or being bigger. Either way, you made him fall for you.

- did some moron make you think that way? Tell him, and he'll cut their tongue off. Does he need to go on a killing spree to make you think differenly? You are the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

- he'd be so confused as to why you look so sad. Seeing you sad would make him more pissed than normal. There had to be someone in charge of putting you in that state of mind.

- why is it such a big deal if you have a small chest? They look fine to him. Not every woman needs a big chest, what's wrong with you? Can't you see that he likes your body?

- if anyone ever asked you about your body, he'd glare holes straight into their soul. If they say anything else, then I'm sorry, but they will be meeting hades down below 😞

- and you? In his chambers. Like apollo, he'll show you just how pretty he thinks you are.

Papa Adam

- who on earth made you sad? His father protectiveness is kicking in and he's ready to kick some divine ass.

- being his only daughter, you are surrounded by mostly men in the family. Luckily, you have eve, who's there, well and ready to hug you and cook you food when you're feeling down.

- your brothers wouldn't understand since they're dudes. But when they question things about your body, Adam will interfere.

- eve had to give them a good lecture about why women have certain reasons for wanting their body to be extra. And how insecurities work for them. And since most people are morons, they wouldn't have any sort filter when it comes to asking dumb questions.

- yeah he gets it now. Your brothers are scratching their heads while he's patting your head and saying that you shouldn't be insecure about your body.

- eve will be making some good food that night, and your brothers would come up to you with berries and flowers they picked, as a way of saying sorry.

- Adam would be nodding his head in approval, "you shouldn't think about your body so much, kiddo. You have to learn to love it. Okay?"

[imitationgame77]

What is Aromanticism???

Here on Tumblr, I see many posts mentioning aroace, aromantic, queer-platonic, etc., and I have been trying to understand, but still find it difficult.

If a person describes self as aromantic (= have no experience of romantic feelings towards others), this is fine. It is subjective definition, so must be respected.

But I don't know what it means when a relationship between two individuals is just described as aromantic, I don't know how to interpret that, unless there are more descriptions.

It is almost like dividing all the fruits into apple and non-apple. We can accept that it is NOT an apple, but then what is it?

Obviously, if we are talking about two individuals who can agree on their interpersonal relationship, that is fine. But when there is not necessarily agreement between the two participating individuals, how do the outsiders know?

Even more so, if these are fictional characters.

An American psychologist Robert Sternberg developed the famous "Triangular Theory of Love" in 1980s, where he characterised love between individuals with 3 factors: Intimacy, Passion, and Commitment. When these are combined you get 7 types of love. (Liking, infatuation, empty love, romantic love, companionate love, fatuous love, and non-love).

Generally, passion is interpreted as related to physical/sexual attraction.

So, if you see two individuals who seem to like each other a lot, but remove Passion from the picture, you are left with either "Liking" or "Companionate Love".

Companionate love is great for long-term relationship where the excitement is gone, but trust, caring feeling and understanding are still there. But I feel uncertain about calling ALL the GREAT relationships minus the Passion part as just "companionate". Something feels missing.

Why can we not call that excitement when you get to know someone and you just click? Instant chemistry, and you know that this person is going to be a great friend to you. Sometimes you can get infatuated with your new friend.

Friend or best friend are also good terms, but they don't encapusulate the specialness - some people have lots of best friends. (Or so they say.) Sometimes, there is a sense of exclusivity - resulting in jealousy when a third party comes along.

I wish there is a term to describe a relationship where two individuals care for each other greatly, can understand and accept each other with all the differences and irritating bits about each other, so special and valuable that do not want to lose each other, and gain greatest pleasure in each other's company above everything else.

I think it is possible to have this without sexual or physical attraction, can even have other friends or sexual relationships elsewhere. But this is THE most significant relationship that transcends everything else.

When people see some of these traits, we tend to think of them romantic. Even when we do not expect them to have relationships like lovers do. Because we see chemistry, bond, trust and everything that we desire. Maybe, the same brain areas that process very romantic things respond in a similar way.

I see this in Holmes and Watson (original), Sherlock and John (BBC Sherlock), House and Wilson (House, MD), Myron Bolitar and Win (Harlan Coben's Myron Bolitar series), and recently, Murderbot and ART. (That used to include Aziraphale and Crowley while their passion bit was subtext)

I don't imagine them in sexual or other physically intimate relationships, but the special bond between each of these pairs feels romantic. Because they are so special.

I need a simple word. Not a word meaning "not-something"...

[sanguinesky-if]

Since I found this story a month ago it’s been living in my head rent free. Usually with romance options I can pick my favourite pretty fast but this time I like all the characters so much and I have so many conflicted feelings between them all, whenever I read the demo again end up flirting with everyone cause I don’t know what else to do.

Can I just say though that the more I read about R I get the feeling they’re kind of just a killer looking for an excuse, like I know it’s still early and we don’t know them that well but they really don’t seem like a good person. That also makes me question what kind of people I and T are for going along with it for so long. Part of me really wants to see drama based on that. An MC trying to romance I or T or maybe even Morgan, but their association to R getting in the way, not specifically jealousy just R being R and it pushing the MC away from the team.

I just cannot wait to read what happens next I feel like I’m going feral.

Thank you for your kind words ♥ I'm glad the story left a lasting impression, and it makes me happy to receive messages from readers expressing their interest in all the ROs!

Can I just say though that the more I read about R I get the feeling they’re kind of just a killer looking for an excuse

I believe readers have the right to interpret characters in their own way, so it's totally fine if you feel that way about R.

But if you'd like to know my opinion…

To me, R doesn't feel like that at all, although you're right that they're not a good person.

Honestly, none of the ROs are, especially if you look at everything from an outsider's perspective rather than the MC's.

Plus, supernaturals have a different outlook on connections and life in general, and there's always something behind their attitude towards certain things, so it's never about being "crazy" or "bad" just because.

Considering the circumstances surrounding them (particularly the main cast), seemingly violent methods don't seem that extreme to most of them anymore.

Of course, all of them have different feelings about that: some hate it and some, like R, are able to enjoy it more than they should.

I think it's more a question of whether the reader can understand the perspective of the chosen RO and move forward with them despite everything.

Thank you for your message!

[amybizarre]

More Headcanons for the Cottagecore AU

Like II Siad, I already posted this on Wattpad and AO3, which is why I can post these so quickly one after the other, lol..

(Cottagecore! Julie sketch for your enjoyment ^^ + more content under the cut)

Wally

Wally is an artist through and through. It's one of his special interests that he burns for with never ending passion. It's hard to buy art supplies in and around their village, so Wally taught himself how to make them from scratch! Brushes and paint are easy enough. Making a canvas is a bit more difficult though and he doesn't always have all materials. Thankfully this isn't a big problem with his creativity! Anything can be a canvas! From stones, to wood, to plates, to clothes, anything! If his neighbors want anything to look more beautiful, Wally is the first one to turn to! His other special interest is you of course! And his other neighbors!^^

Howdy HCs!

1) He is a big floof! With an even bigger heart!^^

2) His green fur has lots of little darker spots and speckles, that look a lot like freckles! They cover his back and shoulders, including his upper arms.

3) Because of his fur and the hard work he does every day, he rarely wears a shirt during the warm seasons. Overalls and a straw hat will have to do.

4) He cares very much for the other neighbors. As the only farmer in the valley, he views it as his top priority to keep everyone fed.

5) If he hears about any of his neighbors having a shortage of supplies or trouble to pay for what they need, Howdy will be the first to give it to them. For free!

6) He will vehemently refuse payment in this situation.

7) People who help him on his farm, will often go home with their arms full of goods and gifts at the end of the day.

8) As a caterpillar food is his greatest joy! Especially sweet little treats to sweeten the day every now and then!

Poppy HCs!

1) Poppy's house is a giant, old tree stump!

2) The top of it, or better, the roof, is accessible of course and functions as a terrace.

3) Poppy loves to drink tea up there!

4) She also invites neighbors over for cake and tea pretty often.

5) She's a kind and gentle momma bird. <3

6) Poppy loves to teach her neighbors everything about cooking, baking, herbs and everything else she collects or does in the forest! All they need to do is ask!

7) Sometimes she will accidentally call her conversation partner "child" or "my child". Simply because of her motherly attitude. The others don't mind and happily embrace the nicknames.

8) Another reason Poppy views the other neighbors as children is, because she's the oldest one in the village!

9) A bit more spooky: Poppy can sense and sometimes even see spirits!

10) She wouldn't call herself a medium though. Poppy prefers the term light witch.

Julie HCs!

1) Julie regularly accompanies Poppy on her walks.

2) Yes, she can still talk to plants! ^^

3) She looooves flowery dresses and these big fancy hats with a wide rimb and ribbons or flower ornaments.

4) Julie has a giant greenhouse, where she grows the flowers for the village.

5) In her greenhouse is also a spot to sit down at a small table and share tea or gossip.

6) Her and Frank often meet in front of the community center to tend to the flowers there. When they do, they share the latest news and gossip and just can't stop talking!

7) Julie and Frankie are besties! ^^

8) To get him out of his study more often, she usually insists to take him along on walks through the valley. They are looong walks that sometimes even take the whole day.

9) Unfortunately her sense of direction isn't the greatest though and they get lost frequently. :(

Frank HCs!

1) Frankie sadly does not have a lot of stamina and tires from physical activities quickly. :,)

2) While the ground floor of the community center is open for anyone, the top floor is not, because it's where Frank lives!

3) The top floor is basically an attic, but he made it a cozy place.

4) His study is a very messy, chaotic space. It feels pretty stuffed with how many shelves, books, tables filled with papers and storage boxes are in there.

5) According to Frank however there is supposed to be order to the chaos. Welp, you know what they say: Only a genius reigns over the chaos-

6) If you ask him about his notes about a subject, he'll go up there and find them for you in a heartbeat!

7) Frank has crazy photographic memory. Thanks to that he's always able to bring Julie and himself back home whenever they get lost. It's also useful for remembering where stuff is.

8) Frankie mostly studies anything entomology! Yep, still a bug enthusiast.

9) He studies insects mostly for the fun of it. But it is his dream to publish a scientific paper one day.

10) Light academia vibes for his clothing style, baby!

Eddie HCs!

1) Instead of his usual post hat he's wearing a vintage newsboy cap.

2) Eddie has a few of those in different colors. Those being brown, grey, grey and white checkered, olive and a dull blue! Looks like he's got the start of a collection going. ;)

3) He gets spooked easily.

4) He's actively trying to get over his fear of bugs, so he can spend more time with Frank.

5) Whenever he's helping Howdy on his farm, he makes sure to give the baby animals extra pets.

6) His favorites are the chickens and calves.

7) The animals really seem to love him and would become protective of him if neccessary.

8) With plants on the other hand... He's not that lucky. Eddie does not have a green thumb. And whenever he stands under a fruit tree for example, a fruit always ends up falling onto his head. It's comical how this event is practically guaranteed to happen.

Sally HCs!

1) Her styleof music is very calm and serene. There's a sense of longing in her songs that's hard to describe. It's not clear what exactly she's longing for.

2) Sally has a beautiful singing voice, that easily captures her audience.

3) She doesn't mind starting duets with her neighbors. In fact, she encourages them!

4) Sally believes that everyone has a good singing voice. You just need to find it! ^^

5) Her guitar broke at one point. She managed to fix it and now the neck of the instrument is replaced by a birch branch.

6) Sometimes she will host a small poetry competition for the village. The task usually is to write a short poem about a set theme.

7) She likes to collect the poems after each competition and turn them into small booklets, which she gives to the library so everyone can read them anytime.

8) When she's not strumming away on her instruments she is often found lounging around in one of her favorite spots, engulfed in poetry books from well-known authors.

Barnaby HCs!

1) When Sally hosts her poetry competitions, Barnaby likes to open the event with a comedic skit!

2) For some reason his poems also always turn into jokes at the end. It slightly upsets Sally, that he's not taking her competitions seriously.

3) He just can't help it though. It's in his blood!

4) Him and Howdy are great buddies, who regularly crack up to each other's jokes.

5) No matter what his neighbors need help with, any job that requires a handy man, inside or outside of the house, he's always ready to help. And happy to do so as well!

6) When he's taking time off of his odd jobs, Barnaby can often be found hanging out with Wally, accompanying him on his artsy escapades. Be it on the search for more ingredients for art supplies or a new scenic view to paint; or even if it's just to help Wally carry his easel; the blue doggo will be right there with him!

HCs for YOU! ^^

1) You're a doctor in this AU! Fresh out of medical school too-

2) You moved into their village, because they didn't have a doc yet. You may not own a clinic, but your small little cottage provides more than enough space.

3) Speaking of your cottage, it's a charming, rustic little building with a thatched roof. It is hugged by vines and surrounded by your herb garden.

4) On your first morning in the village, Wally knocked on your door to introduce himself. You invited him for tea in your garden, which he happily agreed to.

5) It was a foggy and cool morning though, and the little fella was not wearing a jacket. When you saw him shiver in his chair, you wasted no time and put your cardigan around his shoulders.

6) When you did, his pupils dilated in joy.

7) Welp, and that's how you lost your cardigan forever-

Facts about the setting!

1) The village lies within a vast valley. Blue mountains surround it all around, exept for a small passageway between them.

2) Aside from the village, the valley is filled with ongoing flower fields, grassy hills, a clear river running through them and a comparatively dark forest.

3) Spring is probably the most beautiful time of year, when most of nature is blooming and coming back to life. The temperatures are at a comfortable level, were a cozy jacket is more than enough to keep you warm. It does get a little windy still though.

4) It doesn't get too hot during summer. But it does get warm enough to take a dip in the river. The occasional breeze will reliably move the clouds away from the sun.

5) Autumn is a quite stormy season, with its typical golden days sprinkled into the mix. It's raining a lot more often during this season. All flora takes on a golden and orange hues in this season.

6) There's typically a lot of snow fall during the winter, with the eventual blizzard rolling by. It's the season of lit fireplaces and hot cocoa. Of fuzzy sweaters, thick coats, big shawls and beanies. Especially because the mountain air becomes bitter cold during winter.

7) The valley has many, many breathtaking views to offer. They're Wally's favorite motifs to paint! He just wants to capture the beauty of his home and of his neighbors sharing this lovely home with him.

That's all I have for now. (Still a whole lot, probably-) If you want to know anything else about this AU ort he characters, feel free to ask! ^^

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm sorry I let down my guard.

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