#and about companies over them being super controlling and hurtful

[historymakesmeangry]

The Monkees walked so kpop bands could run

[coralinnii]

I saw your request were open and got super excited so here’s my request it’s kind of long so I hope you don’t mind

So the idea is that the beast people have mates and you can feel your partner through the bond and it’s not obvious or some kind of communication link, but you can feel that they’re there, and when you see them you know that’s your mate, like that’s who you’re meant to spend your life with. But Leona has never been able to feel the other side of the bond like he was supposed to. And that was just one more thing his brother had that he didn’t. And then all the sudden one day he can feel some thing on the other side of his bond (when the prefect is magically, transported to twisted wonderland) And when he finally see them he know that they are his mate

And congrats on 2.7

❋ We finally meet ❋

↳ Leona finally meeting his soulmate

feat: Leona

genre: hurt/comfort, open happy ending(?)

note: no pronouns used with the reader, Leona is an emotionally constipated jerk (I’m sorry), follows game-canon storyline through Book 3

I genuinely did not think this would be as sad as I thought, but Leona… he got some issues… and I have met people like him which I actually took inspiration from…so I really am sorry. I still hope you enjoy it

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Just like many things, Leona grew to give up on this fated partner drivel. The world kept screwing him over, so it’s better to not bother with trying, right?

Until now…

The fateful orientation at NRC occured. Leona awoke from his nap as he sensed a new warm sensation in his chest, as though his entire being was burning with excitement.

Leona knew it, the moment he saw you. He didn’t have to ask or second guess this primal instinct. The spark burst in his chest as the beastman watched you stumble about in this new world, his world. The beastly side within him roared within, finally meeting his fated partner.

Leona was…angry. He truly wouldn’t be happy at first. Leona was fine not having the bond after so long, but he has to accept that he does now? Not once did Leona feel the pull of a bond or even a spark of such a feeling as described by those lucky b*stards. Was he supposed to forget all about his feelings of frustration when he as a beastman couldn’t feel this so-called bond that was so natural to others.

What frustrated Leona more was that you weren’t a beastman, you weren’t even a person of this world. You probably never had to go through the bitterness as he did, seeing his brother and so many others find their fated mate so easily while he couldn’t even comprehend what that could feel like.

He knew it wasn’t in your control, but he wasn’t going to be alright with this convenient bullsh*t of a happy ending.

The lion ignored you, he wanted nothing to do with you. He fought against his very instincts because he refused to have expectations anymore. So what if you were his fated mate? It’s too much of a bother to take care of a clueless herbivore.

But alas, Leona sometimes couldn’t stop himself as he gave into his natural connection with you. Despite meddling in his schemes, he felt no hate towards you, even when he tried to. When you needed a place to stay after being kicked out from Ramshackles, he surprised even himself to let you stay in his room.

Sometimes he growls at you, but then keeps you close like a protective guard. Leona feigned indifferent to your attempts to befriend him, but just as those annoying beastmen b*stards said, he felt drawn to you as though his world became weightless with your presence.

This complicated story finally reached its crescendo when you couldn’t handle this confusing hot-and-cold game, breaking down in front of him.

“Do you hate me, Leona?”

You found Leona in his usual napping spot in the greenhouse, because of course he would be there. Sometimes, he would grumble and tell you to leave him in peace. But on rare occasions, the beastman would roll to his side as the two of you enjoy each other’s company, sometimes in silence, other rarer times bantering.

But that was the problem.

“I don’t know what to do,” you steeled your voice with all your might but the cracks in your tone exposed the raw frustration you were feeling. “Sometimes you treat me so well and I feel really safe with you, but then other times I feel like you resent my very existence!”

You felt it too. Since you came into this strange world, you’ve seen and experienced things you once thought inconceivable. It took a while but you will through your new life and you were actually having fun in this loony situation. Except, whenever you saw Leona...

“Some days, all I could think about is you.” You confessed in tears, embarrassment be damned. “I want to be around you, like I feel this pull to be by your side. I feel so happy when I’m with you, but it tears me apart whenever you act like you can’t stand me.”

To be rejected by your soulmate is akin to getting a part of your heart being crushed, that connection between the two of you is tearing at the seams and along with it, a piece of yourself. You were going insane as a part deep inside you was begging to stay with the stubborn beastman, but was all this pain really worth it?

“What can I do?” Do you let him go, or fix whatever is wrong with this relationship? You didn’t care what you had to do, you just wanted this pain to finally leave you. “Tell me, Leona. Anything”

But Leona didn’t say a word. His piercing green eyes just watched you, showing no hint of his thoughts. The only betrayal of his unreadable expression was the way his eyebrows furrow as he saw your tear-stricken face and your body shaking from pained rage.

The beastman’s body was still, before he sighed as he lost his internal fight with his primal instincts. His arm reached out to you, pulling your shaking body towards him as he forced you to lay under the shady tree, pushing your head that - to his annoyance - fit so perfectly under his chin, resting atop his shoulder.

“I’ll explain later. For now, sleep. You’re a mess” you wanted to hit him, argue whose fault it was for all this. But your body felt compelled to curl into this insufferable man’s warmth. His scent irritatingly eased your frustrations as his arm warped around you almost protectively, almost like you were something precious to him.

“You’re awful, Leona” you let out a last stab at the senior before surrendering to sleep. Leona smirked sardonically, not the least bit angered by your weak attempt at an insult, even without being overwhelmed by the feeling the sensation of satisfaction having his fated beloved finally in his arms.

“I am, huh?”

[cosmicbucky]

A chubby reader who's super self conscious of her belly and bust? Like she's strong and stuff, comes with the higher weight, but just....

Cant really wear anything unless it's sweats and a sweater, or a t-shirt. Almost never goes out.

And one day Bucky comes to the compound. Reader immediately gets a crush, and has major anxiety over it, like "leaving the room when he comes near" anxiety. Bucky thinks it's his fault, that he's done something wrong and talks to you about it.

He decides to talk to you about it, crying ensues because insecurities, and then the fluff.

Sorry this ask is so long, I'm kinda scrambled XP

hi, lovely! 💫

first of all, don't apologize for bringing this beautiful request into my world! i was beyond excited to have the chance to bring this idea to life, and i hope the direction i took with it does justice to what you had in mind!

second of all, i am so sorry this took me so long to put out, this request is so lovely and i really wanted to make it the best i could.

i hope you enjoy!

matches

pairing: bucky barnes x midsize!reader

word count: 3974

warnings: insecurities and self consciousness, mild body image issues, brief self depreciating thoughts, angst, mutual pining, fluff, swearing, allusions to mature themes, let me know if i missed anything!

please do not read this if you're not comfortable with any of the above topics. while they are not heavily focused on, they are the main theme of this fic

a/n: big thanks to @buckylattes for reading this and catching some of the dumb ass mistakes i made lmao

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Being part of the Rescue and Reconnaissance division of Stark Industries wasn't the most glamorous job, but you loved it. You got to work nearly hand in hand with field agents every day, formulating plans for raids, rescues, infiltrations, or general takedown missions to make sure all those involved worked as safely and efficiently as possible. 

You were the one they turned to when a new plan was needed; when they were at risk. There were a few agents who refused to listen to anyone other than you when it came to these times - specifically asking for you to help them through. 

Agent Barnes was one of these people, and though you could never voice it, he was your favourite to deal with. He was always kind and courteous, understanding in the fact that despite not being in the same rankings as him, you damn well knew what you were doing. And, well, it didn't hurt that he always found a moment to be a charming little flirt. 

You have no idea why he had such faith in you. Maybe it was because you always took what he suggested into consideration when calculating next steps. Maybe it was because your ideas were as crazy as his sometimes. Maybe it was simply because he liked the sound of your voice. 

You never knew. 

You never actually met him.

All your dealings with field agents were done from the safety of your control room. You never minded it, though. It was nice, in a way. You absolutely loved doing what you do, but you would never be able to handle being around field agents all the time. Not when they look the way they do, and you…. well, you're you. 

Your thighs touch when you walk, your belly shakes when you laugh, your arms jiggle when you move. You have to painstakingly pick out the right kinds of shirts, otherwise your chest will make it seem like you're three times as big as you really are. 

You were the chubby girl who always hid in the shadows, too afraid to let the world see how bright you truly shine - you were a flame ready to ignite, but no one around you ever offered you a match. 

You were used to it. You made peace with it a long time ago, finding solace in your own company instead of relying on other people to enjoy your time with. It still bothered you from time to time, and you let yourself have days where you wallowed in it, wishing things were different, wishing you looked different. Though, for the most part, it stopped bothering you so much the older you got. 

Until the day you finally met Bucky. 

It was a strange day, being sent to the compound. You've never been sent anywhere before, always planted in your seat while talking to field agents across the world. Yet here you were, being requested by Tony Stark himself. 

You must have spent hours trying to find the right outfit. One that showed off your curves without accentuating the extra pudge around your middle. One that complimented your chest without highlighting the size. One that showed off your ass without making it look massive. One that carefully hid your arms. One that you felt comfortable in. 

It felt like your heart was in your throat the whole time. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a full on frenzy, and you had to take deep breaths every few seconds to stay calm; and to not throw up. 

You barely heard it when Tony said he wanted you working under him. You could hardly process it when he said he created a job just for you. You didn't quite understand it when he told you there was space for you at the compound, and he wanted you here full time. 

All you could do was dumbly nod your head, trying to focus on what he was saying instead of the fact that Bucky Barnes was just outside the conference room. 

By the time the meeting was over, you felt lightheaded. You clutched the contract you were given against your chest and took a final deep breath before leaving the room, hoping to get by unnoticed. It's not like he even knew who you really were, right? 

A gentle calling of your name told you that you were very, very wrong. 

Your feet became rooted in place as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing all you could on calming your nerves before turning around. And jesus christ, nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful this man actually was in person. 

"Hi," you breathed out, a tiny shy smile gracing your lips. 

"Hi," he said, unintentionally mimicking you. 

His eyes travelled over your face before taking their time roaming your body; you shifted uncomfortably and clutched the contract a little tighter as he stayed fixed on you. A smirk graced his lips, but it was gone before you could really focus on it. 

"It's, uh-... it's nice to finally meet you, Agent Barnes," you muttered sheepishly, hesitantly offering him your hand. 

"You can call me Bucky," he said, smiling warmly as he took your hand in his, sending fire throughout your whole body. "I'd like to say thank you for saving my ass as often as you do, but thank you doesn't seem like enough."

You chuckled, feeling your face flush under his gaze. "'Thank you' suffices just fine, Bucky. I've only been doing my job."

"Speaking of," he started, tilting his head a little as he eyed the contract you held. "You gonna take it?" he asked curiously, his eyes snapping back to yours. 

"What?" you asked, caught off guard by his question.

"The job," he said, gesturing between the contract in your hands and the conference room you just occupied. "You gonna say yes?" 

"How do you know about that?" you asked curiously.

"I know things," he said passively, shrugging his shoulders. "How 'bout I show you around? You can see the place before you decide anything."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to run away and retreat into yourself once more. Though something about the way he was looking at you made it hard to do so. 

So, you agreed. 

And that's how everything started. 

You took the job, moving into the compound a few days after that. You quickly made friends with the girls, and they became your support group; they would help you when it came to shopping for clothes or finding the right outfit for events. They offered to go for walks with you or do yoga - anything you felt like doing, really. You still felt inferior to them from time to time, but not because they made you feel that way; no one at the compound did. 

Only yourself. 

When it came to the boys, it was more or less the same thing. You felt comfortable around them, and you never minded close contact or them seeing you in tighter fitting clothes. 

Everyone was family, and it never felt awkward or uncomfortable around them. 

Except for when it came to Bucky. 

You still grew closer to him over the months of you living at the compound so far, but it hasn't been easy. It was a constant challenge, and it grew harder for you day after day.

When it came to you working alongside him on his missions, everything was great. Nothing with him changed, aside from him throwing out a few more flirty comments. And, since you still had the safety net of being behind comms, you threw some right back at him. 

Once the missions were over, though, it was hard to be around him. You wanted to be around him, but it was nearly impossible. Your feelings for him grew, and the stronger your feelings were, the more distant you became. 

You were careful to only wear sweaters or loose tees paired with sweatpants around him, making sure he would never catch sight of the extra weight you carried around. You quit eating around him; it's not like you had bad eating habits, but you couldn't shake the panic that he would somehow be disgusted, that he would think the reason you're so chubby was because of your diet. You stopped sitting near him during movie nights, and you never hugged him. No matter how much you itched to wrap your arms around him when he came home safe from missions, you couldn't risk him feeling the rolls your body carried, or how soft and pudgy you were. 

It was driving Bucky crazy.

From the minute he finally set his eyes on you, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was beyond thrilled when you agreed to Stark's offer, and he couldn't wait to take the opportunity to get to know you - which was a massive step for him. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling he did something to upset you. 

He grew more confused every day. When it came to conversing over the comms during missions, you two were like a well oiled machine; giggles and flirting and jokes of previous missions. No one would ever know something was amiss. 

Yet when everyone would return home, it was like a switch was flipped. You greeted everyone with hugs and smiles and affection, and Bucky always waited patiently for his turn: but it never came. Instead, you turned to him with an awkward smile and shining eyes and gave him the traditional "welcome home, soldier" that, despite everything, always pulled a smile from his lips. 

He racked his brain every night trying to figure out if he did something, if he said something, but he could never come up with anything. He could never find a reason for the way you would some days leave the room as soon as he entered, for why you always hid away from him when he would catch you off guard in workout clothes or formal attire. He could never come up with an explanation and it was eating him alive. 

The final straw came for him on the night of Pepper’s birthday party. 

He didn’t want to go, he never wanted to go to these things, but ever since you came around he found himself more willing to at least make an appearance; if only to see you. However, he wasn’t even positive if you were going to show up this time, given the way you’ve been so distant lately - and that made him not want to go at all. So he was biding his time, sitting in the kitchen and emptying a bottle of whiskey, trying to not make it obvious that he was waiting to see if you’d wander out of your room before he slipped away to the party.

You stood in front of your mirror for what felt like hours, never before feeling more diffident as you assessed your reflection. You’ve been to some of Tony’s parties before, but this was for Pepper - it was the most grandiose one you’ve attended to date. You weren’t left much choice but to dress your fanciest, and you felt so unfamiliar with your own body as your hands trailed down the fabric of your dress. It was form fitting, hugging every curve you had and accentuating your figure in a way you weren’t used to seeing. The straps were small and the cut was low, it travelled midcalf and had a small slit up the side, showing way more of your leg than you wanted. You had a burning desire to change, but Nat insisted you looked incredible, and Wanda already applied a touch of makeup to match the dress - not to mention you were already running late as it was. 

With one last heavy sigh, you steeled yourself before slipping on your heels and marching out of your room. You thought of anything and everything you could as you marched down the hall, doing your best to pay no mind to the way you felt the fabric clinging to your body with every move you made. God, you really should have put on shapewear. 

Bucky heard you before he saw you, your footfalls echoing through the floor in the same pattern he came to memorize in the months you’ve been here. He took a deep breath, prepared for the fact that you would most likely brush him off once more. He was not prepared, though, for the sight of you as you rounded the corner. 

You were not prepared to see him sitting there, clad in a pressed suit, or for him to quite literally choke on the drink he was nursing as he took in your presence. 

“Jesus, Bucky. Are you alright?” you inquired, conflicted between staying where you stood and approaching him. 

A dismissive wave of his hand had you staying in place, your arms wrapping around your middle as you began to feel exposed to him. 

“I’m fine, I’m good,” he coughed out, refilling his glass as if nothing happened. 

You stood there quietly, completely unsure of what to do next. The silence was becoming louder and louder but you didn’t want to draw his attention to you. Not when you were looking like this. Not when he’d be able to see every curve and divot of your body, the protrusion of your stomach, the ample raise of your chest. You were really starting to regret not changing. 

“Are you gonna stand there and stare all night or head to the party?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the glass before him. His tone was playful, but his voice had a rasp to it that sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Oh, uh - sorry,” you muttered, clearing your throat as you slowly advanced in his direction. “Are, um-… are you gonna join the party?” 

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes finally raising to meet yours only to find that you were looking almost everywhere but at him, effectively wiping the small smile from his face. 

“I’m not so sure,” he said lowly, downing the contents of his glass as he kept his eyes on you. 

You hummed, looking down at your hands before chancing a glance at him; his gaze on you so intense that you immediately looked away again. 

“Well, I- I hope to see you there,” you said sincerely, wringing your fingers together. “You look really nice, Buck” you added quietly, looking up at him just long enough to flash him a warm smile before continuing through the kitchen. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he called after you, the hurt in his voice impossible to miss. 

“What?” you asked in confusion, turning to glance in his direction. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Because ever since you moved in here, it’s like you can’t stand the sight of me.” 

You couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that left you, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s not true.” 

“No?” he asked, his tone taking on a new edge. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you can’t even fucking look at me right now. You practically run from me when I enter the same room, you do everything you can to avoid me, and let’s not forget the fact that I’m the only one around here who you don’t hug after getting back from missions.”

“Bucky-” you tried to explain, but the lump forming in your throat stopped you short. 

“I just wanna know what I did,” he carried on, voice softer this time. “I don’t know if you’re angry with me or- or if you’re scared of me-” 

“I am not scared of you,” you interrupted, finally meeting his gaze. “Please don’t think that.”

“What else am I supposed to think?” he asked quietly. “Everything is fine when I’m out on the field, we- I get along with you better than anyone. But then I come home, and it’s not the same.”

“It’s not-... it’s not like that, Bucky,” you whispered sadly, unintentionally looking away from him again. 

“Yeah, if you say so,” he said curtly, sighing in defeat as he filled his glass again. “Just enjoy the party, okay?”

“You’re not coming?” you asked, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice. 

“Well, you’re just gonna avoid me anyway. Might as well make it easier for you and stay here,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the twirling glass in his hands. 

“I don’t want you to think like that,” you admitted softly. “I- I don’t mean to do the things I do.”

“Then why do they happen?” he inquired, his eyes meeting yours and displaying a painful mix of hurt and confusion. 

“Because,” you started, feeling your bottom lip quiver. “I mean, look at me, Buck,” you finished, as if that was explanation enough. 

“Believe me, I’m looking,” he said gently. “And you look-... well, I wanna say you look beautiful, but that implies you don’t always look beautiful, so, I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” he added, his voice so low he may as well have been speaking to himself, but you heard every word he muttered. 

“...What?” you breathed out, staring over at him. 

“What?” he questioned, glancing up to catch your eye.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it just kept on growing, forcing you to choke on your words. 

“Hey, wait, don’t-... okay, now I really said something wrong, right?” he asked quickly, starting to panic as he watched your eyes fill with tears. 

Shaking your head vehemently, you delicately wiped your eyes, hoping not to smudge the work that Wanda did for you. “No, you- I just didn’t expect you to say that. I-... I'm not used to hearing that." 

"You're not?" he asked, genuinely surprised. 

You almost laughed, and you probably would have if it wasn't such an embarrassing thing to admit. "No. I'm… guys don't really call girls who look like me beautiful." 

He fell silent for a minute, eyeing you carefully before shifting in his seat, resting his arms on the table.

"You know, I've been alive for a pretty long time now," he said conversationally, as if you weren't on the cusp of a breakdown. "And I've also been quite literally around the whole world in that time. Some of it I remember, some of it… not so much. But even so, do you know what the one thing I can say with complete certainty is?" 

You waited for him to go on for a moment before realizing he was actually looking for an answer. "No, what?" you manage to croak out. 

He smiled softly, relaxing in his seat again. "I have, quite literally, never met anyone as beautiful as you. And I mean in both appearance and personality." 

"But I- I'm not… I don't have the kind of body like the other women around here," you murmured, casting your gaze downwards as if you were ashamed of your words. 

"So?" he asked incredulously. "Do you seriously think that you're automatically not beautiful just because you aren't the same size as them?" 

"No, it- you can't- I'm not-" you tried to argue, but all you could get out were a few utterances before you had to choke back a sob, completely lost on how to express yourself. 

"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" he asked anxiously, fighting the urge to approach you. 

"Yes. I mean no, I-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, taking a moment to consider your answer. "I've been too embarrassed to be around you. I-... I was afraid you'd be repulsed by me and that I'd lose you." 

"Repulsed by you? A woman who puts fucking goddesses to shame?" he asked in disbelief. "Did me choking on my drink earlier not prove how taken by you I am?" 

"Is that what that was?" you wondered, letting out a watery laugh. 

"Yeah, that's what that was," he confirmed with a soft chuckle. "A guy does a real life spit take when he sees the girl of his dreams looking like the focus of a goddamn renaissance painting and she doesn't even realize it," he mumbled in exasperation, yet his eyes carried a playful sparkle. 

"The girl of your dreams?" you repeated in shock, your voice a nervous whisper. 

"Was that too cliché?" he questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

"Maybe a little," you said playfully, sniffling quietly. 

"I know how it feels, you know," he said softly. "To feel uncomfortable in your own body. But if you'd let me, I'll spend every day proving to you that I see you as nothing short of perfect." 

You could only nod, giving him a weak smile as you fought back a wave of tears. "Yeah, I-... I could do that, too," you agreed quietly. 

He grinned softly, greedily taking in your appearance once more before tearing his eyes away. "Come on," he urged, downing his drink before standing up. "You owe me about seven dances." 

"Where does that number come from?" you asked with a laugh, watching as he approached you. 

"For how many parties you snubbed me at so far," he replied casually, stopping as he stood before you. 

"I never snubbed you," you grumbled, peering up at him. 

"Sure you didn't," he teased, carefully wiping the tears from your face. 

"Do I still look okay?" you asked nervously, fidgiting slightly under his touch. 

"Gorgeous as ever," he replied sincerely. 

You couldn't help but grin, laughing a little anxiously. "Okay. Come on, or else we won't have enough time for all those dances." 

Bucky laughed happily, taking your hand and rushing to join the party, having you giggling in his wake as you did your best to keep up. 

You let him whisk you away for the rest of the night, leading you through all the dances you owed him; and a few more, for good measure, as Bucky put it. 

He stayed true to his word, and there wasn't a second that you spent with him where you didn't feel like the most ravishing woman to walk the earth.

Especially when he took his precious time in the dark of the night to memorize and worship every inch of your body over and over again.

So as you sat here now, watching from across the room as he danced with the crowd, you couldn't help but feel foolish. Foolish for letting your thoughts take away the extra time you could have had with him, foolish for ever thinking this incredible man would ever judge you for something so trivial. Foolish, foolish, foolish. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" you heard from beside you, ripping you from your reverie.  

You turned your head, grinning as you saw the very man himself had taken up the seat to your left. "What, get tired of dancing already, old man?" 

He gasped, feigning offense as he took in your words. "I'd watch who you're calling old, sweetheart," he warned playfully. 

"I'd watch who you're calling sweetheart. I happen to be a married woman now, you know," you replied jovially.

"Married, huh? Should've known I didn't stand a chance," he lamented, shaking his head. "How about a pity dance?" he suggested with a grin, holding his hand out to you. 

You giggled softly, taking his hand with a grin of your own. "Lead the way, Mr. Barnes." 

"Anything for you, Mrs. Barnes," he replied with a wink, leading you to the dance floor. 

And just like he did three years ago, he whisked you away and led you through a whole seven dances; and a few more, for good measure. 

You were a flame, finally ignited, and Bucky was your match.

[poetryvampire]

If I may indulge,

Headcanons for 🌿Halsin🐻 helping you through your period.

Mines been real rough and I've been thinking about it all day. Lots o' spice for this one

Sfw

● First of all Bear Hugs Ba-by! Wanna cuddle up in a cozy pile and die?? He's got you. Halsin 1000% down to be the softest warmest heaviest teddy in the world for you any time but always brings out the bear cuddles when you're not feeling well

●He's not off put by it at all. Bleed on the sheets? Need to put off work for bit? He's super understanding it's only natural after all. If anything he's practically dragging you to bed to rest up when it gets bad.

●Ever attentive, he has a variety of herbs and teas to help with pain. It's boiling before you even have the thought to ask for it. He also makes sure to add a little extra honey for comfort.

●Don't feel like moving? Halsin would literally carry you to a soft patch of grass in the sun if you'd let him. He's perfectly happy to have a low key day keeping you company. On top of that he'd even try to entertain a bit if you wanted. Regale you with one of his youthful misadventures? His slight embarrassment is a small price to pay for that smile on your face.

Nsfw

● Now, he's not just unbothered by menstruation. In fact he thinks it's terribly erotic. He really can see beauty in all of nature and would relish in helping you work out the discomfort.

●It would take awhile to admit but he's got a wicked breeding kink and this definitely plays into that. Just it being a symbol of what your body can do does something to him that makes him want to ravish you.

● He's very controlled though. Like always, he wants to make you feel good above all but in times like this he's maddeningly slow. He wants to comfort your whole body and would start with a long bath or massage. You're practically drunk on how soothing his hands are.

●Halsin is very aware of how your period affects your sensitivity, how aching your breasts become. And he takes full advantage. He loves watching you squirm at his lightest touch. He'd sit you in his lap, back pressed to his chest and massage them til they practically hurt. After a bit of begging he'd move on to another overally sensitive bud.

●By the time his fingers are rubbing slow perfect circles on your clit it takes very little to push you over the edge. He takes his time works you up again and again as his mouth is caught between kissing your neck and whispering a slew of the most romantic filth you've ever heard.

●His plan is to give you enough orgasms to forget the pain. And it's working very well. Before you can even register what's happening he's between your legs lapping and sucking you to delirium. He's dying to feel you pulsing on his tongue and he hasn't long to wait.

●It's then he finally grants your clit mercy and you feel him pressing against you. As usual he enters you slowly to accommodate his size. He's over you now and you drag his face down to yours til he's completely against you. You need to feel him close as his slow deep thrusts work magic for both of you.

●You're feeling fucked senseless by the end but totally cramp free. In fact you've never felt so relaxed. Sleep comes to you quickly wrapped tight in Halsin's embrace. 💚✨️

[peoplesgraves]

I really liked your Yandere thoughts about being a Model surrounded by Obsession. If it is not too much to ask, could you do one about being an Actor that is surrounded by obsession?

Some more yandere thots for y’all. This time you’re an actor who can’t escape obsession.<3

Other actors all want to do romantic scenes with you. If they ever had to do a sex scene with you they’d be so smug. Already thinking of ways to tease it in interviews and thinking of how many people will be shipping you together after it comes out. Do they watch edits and read fanfic of the two of you? It more likely then you’d think. Everyone wants to be your date on the red carpet or to be in a pr relationship that hopefully into more.

A personal assistant who has so much control over you. Who remembers every little detail, every meeting and every extra actor who looks at you just a little too long. They know exactly how you take your coffee and every single password you’ve ever had. Your beloved assistant will login to your phone and block anyone they don’t like and they’ll cancel shoot days if they think you need a break. Your assistant knows everything about you and they’ll use every little secret against you if they have too. They just want to take care of you. To make sure you know that there’s no way you’d survive without them.

Writers who write shows and movies specifically with you in mind. If you mention in a interview that you’d really like to do a horror movie next then within a few months you’ll be fielding more offers for horror movies then you could ever act in. The bench mark for a successful writer is no longer actually getting a show or movie made, it’s you agreeing to be in it.

Talk show hosts who make sure that every show has at least one segment about you. Maybe just a little update pulled from your social media or them gushing about how cute you looked doing press for your newest venture. They’d bump the creator of the world themselves if you requested to be on their show. They’d probably get so star struck though that you’d end up doing most of the hosting while they just give love sick stares your way.

Fans who sign onto any project as an extra or a grunt no matter how crappy the pay or conditions, Just for a chance to meet you. While extras are pretty harmless and will mostly just flock to you at any time they can and maybe break into your trailer to get a souvenir, it’s the grunts you really need to worry about. If they hear someone else on set talking badly about you then they’re not afraid to drop a light on their head.

A more seasoned actor who takes you under their wing. Steers you away from directors they know will take advantage of you or away from projects that will hurt your career. They’re just so helpful and protective that you can’t help but trust them. All they ask in return is for your time. When they hug you just a little too long you think it’s just because they care but honestly they have paparazzi hiding in the bushes. They’ve already been practicing what they’ll say when the pictures come out. That they were just trying to help your career by being seen with them, they didn’t realize you’d be upset. Of course you’ll forgive them because they’re just looking out for you right?

Award shows that always make sure you never leave empty handed. Who give you a special gift bag that makes all the other ones look like they came from the dollar store. You also never leave without an award. If you were to not make any new content for a year you can bet you’d still be invited to all the big shows and would win the ‘fan voted’ best actor/actress award, an award that definitely wasn’t created just for you.

You have a lot of influence when it comes to trends. If people notice you wearing a brand a lot then it’ll become super popular or if you endorse a product everyone will buy it. Companies and brands are always trying to get you to appear in their products or do ads for them because of how influential you are.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

thinking of silly sexy moments between harringrove

like, Steve pushes Billy down onto their bed and is all cocky about it, because Billy’s really into it and he’s eager to have his pretty boy fuck him into next week, so Steve grabs his boyfriend’s hips to pull him down the bed to show how tough he is but Billy’s heavy and he barely moves down two inches - it’s like a little tug down that does nothing but jostle him and they have a little laughing fit over it when Steve tries again and the same thing happens, except it’s worse because Steve can��t catch his breath from his laughter and Billy’s stomach hurts from how hard he’s laughing, so giddy and free

or how Billy gets a leg cramp during sex and he pushes Steve off his dick so he can stand up and stomp the cramp out of his calf - all while Steve watches from the bed in clear amusement, a grin on his face the entire time, until Billy pushes him face-down onto the bed to continue where they left off

maybe their dirty talk goes wrong and one of them says something stupid like ‘yeah you like that you dirty little dude’ and the other is like ‘???’ and they laugh about it extra hard later during their pillow talk

or how Billy once fucked into Steve so hard after a party that the pretty boy let out a disgusting beer burp and then Billy farted almost immediately after and they couldn’t stop laughing and waving their hands around to clear the air

and that one time they had gross sticky cuddles after sex but they fell asleep, so in the middle of the night they had to literally peel themselves off one another because the sweat and cum dried between them and became super glue (or so Steve said)

Billy demanding that Steve cum inside him like the brat he is but then sitting on the toilet for 20 minutes straight afterwards because he’s too lazy to clean up and Steve refuses to do it because Billy was being a brat, but he still sits on the bathroom counter to keep him company and talks about how Billy reminds him of a drip coffee pot, which prompts them to talk about some other weird stuff they don’t tell anyone else

Steve walking around Hawkins with a red, irritated eye that everyone suspects is pink eye but it’s because his shithead of a boyfriend came directly in his eye the night before and now they’re not on speaking terms until Billy apologies - which he refuses to do because he can’t control the direction of his cum, Steve

sometimes the sex is boring but only because it’s super late and neither of them are really into it but they’re doing it because they can - until they realize ‘why the fuck are we trying to fuck at 4am let’s go to bed’ so they do

[one-strugling-bean]

Thinking abt Hater n Peeps...

thinking about how they probably started out as friends with similar interests. Two losers with a damaged heart and a need to feel respected (and loved) meet and decide to conquer the world that wronged them before together

Thinking how at first they probably saw each other as more of a means to an end: ill make him do all the boring paperwork stuff while I actually conquer everything vs ill let him believe he's the number one and show his face while I pull the strings from behind type of shit. but eventually grew to appreciate each other's company, found interests in common, and went through shit that forced them to grow closer

(especially since they were probably each other's first friend. imagine the giddiness over finding someone you just click with after a whole life of being lonely)

thinking bout how much hater must have soaked in peepers praise from the start. Peepers being the 1st person to have ever called him cool. to support his dreams. even if hater hides it under a "sure you can tag along, if you do everything I say" kind of facade, he actually becomes super addicted to (and dependent on) peeps right from the get-go

Thinking bout how peepers must have been the opposite. He sees the potential hater has from the start, but for all the praise and admiration to become more than a way of manipulation it takes a bit. Still, it's only a small matter of time before peeps drowns in all the charisma and power being with hater brings. besides, he's found in Hater companionship the likes of he'd never felt before with anyone.

When he decides to make Hater the nº1 villain in all the galaxy, he knows he's sealing his fate - but he doesn't regret it one bit.

They essentially become best friends (also each other's 1st and only friend), though they never properly talk about it because ew feelings, and "they're supposed to be villains, and villains aren't friends". but they still see each other as friends and act accordingly

but then their pipe dream actually starts looking like it could work, and what before sounded like a make-believe game the two played with each other while they travelled the galaxy together, starts looking like a reality

They are ecstatic. they buy a customized ship. peepers convinces his people to fight for their cause and suddenly they have an army as well! hater steadily learns how to behave like a terrifying overlord instead of an edgy teen, and suddenly their fame is spreading everywhere!

they're unstoppable! hater is on his way to becoming the biggest threat to the galaxy and peepers is the 2nd in command that made it all happen! everything is perfect!

then, hater hurts peepers with his powers for the first time and things are... different.

They're both shocked that 1st time. hater has hurt many people by that point, but he never lost control on someone close to him. even if he was upset... peepers is also shocked because by that point he trusted hater with his life. he saw himself as a valuable part of their team, - their partnership! it felt like a betrayal. to both of them, actually

and slowly, these excuses become the reality. hater hurting peepers physically and verbally becomes the norm, and perhaps in an unconscious bout of retaliation, peepers becomes hater's biggest critic, just as he is his biggest fan. He's the first to point out hater's mistakes (under whats acceptable of him) knowing exactly where to press on his insecurities to make it hurt more

but they don't talk about it, just like they never talked about whether they were friends before, so separately, they start making excuses. Hater is the leader - the greatest Villain in the Galaxy - of course he shouldn't spare anyone! and Peepers is working for him right? If he makes a mistake, of course he should be punished! they were always using each other for their own goals

...there can't exist a betrayal of something that never existed, right?

they stop hanging out informally as much because "they're not friends it's just a mutual partnership". they still do hang out sometimes, because they're still lonely and have no other friends but its less... carefree

time passes and the empire grows. the more it does, the more they fall into their make-believe roles - the evil villain and his assistant. hater becomes crueler, peepers becomes more obsessed with his work (and crueler) and slowly they lose that spark that started them out in the 1st place

Then wander and sylvia come around and the make-belief starts to crack.

things start getting out of control. Hater's cruelty doesn't kill the enemies. peepers work isn't efficient enough. the two are once more thrown into unlikely situations together that force them to be closer, and the occasional chaos breaks the carefully crafted characters they'd built over themselves for so long.

they start being seen as jokes again. the empire is losing its edge and so are they. all the while, they start losing that shadow of subordination that had been controlling their relationship for so long

but wounds and misunderstandings have been piling up for years, and there's only so much "casually hanging out with my friend-turned-toxic workplace relationship-turned-sorta friend again" they can do before something gives

and by the end of season 2, hater's fate seems inevitable - he'll let go of villainy sooner or later. but what about peepers? the other half of the same pipe dream, the other half of the same messy relationship.

Was he gonna be able to let go of it too? What was going to weigh heavier in the end? The fractured friendship? or the pipe dream?

were they meant to be able to solve their issues and regain that initial connection that drove them to conquer the stars together in the first place? Or just... break apart, for good.

...god i rly want a season 3

[au-sonic-smackdown]

AU Sonic Smackdown - Round 1, Left Side

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Heart of Gold, Soul of a Warrior AU belongs to @gaiakoraidon

Freaks AU belongs to @eloaholiveira

Read more about them under the cut!

Heart of Gold, Soul of a Warrior AU-

As an alternative ending to Sonic Unleashed, Sonic doesn't just lose his Werehog form. He absorbs all of Dark Gaia, "sacrificing" himself to save the world. Because of this, he fuses with the original entity and transforms into it. He embraces his new life as the months pass, soon returning to the surface world to reunite with his friends. This Sonic still retains the personality of his original self, but has the personality of a raging god, often sometimes losing control of himself and lashing out at others. This is why he gets nervous. He fears that he'd hurt someone and be treated as a "villain" or monster(he actually dislikes being called Dark Gaia even though it's basically his life now). He also gets lots of anxiety over two fears: the fear of one day breaking the planet apart and of Eggman capturing him and using his energy supply to rebuild Eggmanland and use him as the power source. Good thing he has Chip to keep him company. Sonic contains the powers of the normal Dark Gaia: the ability to control and speak to the Dark Gaia monsters, sprouting tendrils from his back to use for attacking and for holding things, summoning of purple Dark Gaia flames for also attacking usage, and to use the unlimited energy to inflict negative emotions and feelings to others. He could even turn his friends into Werecreatures if he wanted to. Asides from being able to shift from his normal form to his base god form(is forced to turn into it during full moons and through strong emotions and only turns into his true form while underground; he shifts into his "Perfect" forms as a last resort but it drains him of his power), he can do a variety of things with his magic, like shapeshifting and teleportation. On his normal form, he can even have Dark Gaia patterns flash on him to help him see in the dark.

Freaks AU-

It's a supernatural AU in which Sonic gets bit by a werebeast, turning into one himself. He lives in an abandoned attic along with Silver, life long best friends, who is a recently turned vampire, and also Tails Doll, possessed by Tails' soul.

Once he learns how to control his other half, Sonic has the ability to shift or partially shift at will, although it's harder on New Moons, and easier on Full Moons. They also got Super Full Moons, in which they go completly feral and bloodthirsty, and Super New Moons, where a werebeast go into a hibernation state.

[xjulixred45x]

I want to take some time to voice my appreciation for you. Thank you for answering my questions and requests * bows*. I have another Yandere Platonic Nanami and Yandere Platonic Higuruma request. May I request for General Jealosy hcs involving them and how they feel act towards other people especially like Kusakabe, Shoko and for a time Principal Yaga when it comes to Necro. How do they react if they notice them hovering or going to them when both Yanderes are too much to handle

Awww You're welcome sweetie! My pleasure.

(this is a little shorter than the usual bc is a stablished scenario)

Platonic!Yandere! Nanami/Higuruma x Necro! Reader: Jelousy Hc

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: PLATONIC YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, OVERPROTECTION, JELOUSY, UNHEALTY MINDSET. Necromancer Reader kind of have the Stockholm syndrome.

OK, first of all, Higuruma and Nanami's dynamic would be slightly different at this point.

I already mentioned in several posts about these two that they constantly competed against each other either for Necro's affection or for her favoritism, which generated quarrels, fights, mutual murder attempts, etc.

However, over time and realizing that following this dynamic negatively affects things (Necro gets angry/sad when seeing them like this, no one ends up getting what they want, etc.), they agree to try to accept each other.

Nanami and Higuruma are stifling and somewhat terrifying platonic yanderes, but they can balance each other out well after they reach this bias.

Nanami is the one who sets a strict schedule so that they both have the attention and company of Necro (both individually and all together) and thus avoid problems, being as fair as possible.

Higuruma, on the other hand, respects this arrangement With His Life, since he knows that it is the closest he would come to sharing custody of Necro. so he is not willing to waste the time they have together.

They even learn to like/befriend each other thanks to this, since they now better understand the fact that They Both Want the Same Thing (unfortunately for Necro).

However, this has its disadvantages, since both have no problem supporting and encouraging the negative aspects of the other.

Higuruma is very one to go to extremes, he either doesn't punish Necro at all or he can cast his CT on her. no middle ground. Nanami sees it as a way to show her respect.

Nanami is a control freak and overprotective, who does not hesitate to use the Gaslight to make Necro listen to him and do what he tells her. Higuruma only sees it as a necessary means of protecting their daughter.

As you can see, Necro has nowhere to turn within her captivity, she has no allies. which is frustrating to say the least.

Even if Necro manages to negotiate things like going to the academy or going out under certain conditions, she is ALWAYS under the gaze of one of the two.

and honestly it's too much.

This is where Necro's confident adults come in.

In general, thanks to Nanami and Higuruma, Necro has no IDEA what a safe adult is like or how she should say that she is in a horrible situation because thanks to all the shit they put her through, she has it super normalized.

But she ends up naturally gravitating toward people who give her the security that Higuruma and Nanami don't, the security that she CRAVES to have at that moment.

Considering Nanami and Higuruma's overprotectiveness, I imagine that Necro not only tries not to get hurt, but is PANIC about going to see Shoko at first because her "parents" could use her injuries as an excuse to get her out of the school, aka taking away the little freedom she has.

Obviously Shoko realizes this even without being told, but at first she doesn't do anything because she can't clearly distinguish what Necro is so afraid of.

Maybe even Shoko thinks it's just the shock of having faced a curse and thinks she's being dramatic.

but when she continues to see her and continues to have that panic, Shoko notices something strange here.

Shoko is more open to asking questions and finding out what's wrong with Necro, even threatening to tell her parents if she doesn't tell her about her situation.

and when does he find out? She is very disappointed in Nanami.

We could say that Shoko hides any type of trace or evidence that Necro was ever in the infirmary, so Higuruma and Nanami cannot take her out of school because of how "dangerous it is" and even recommend her to rise in rank.

She is a safe adult in the sense that she hides and helps Necro from the shadows, incognito.

If we go with Kusakabe, Necro is most likely from Kyoto then.

and having a rather strange technique like Necromancy, he was required to have a private teacher, who turned out to be Kusakabe.

Now, Kusakabe is definitely a pretty mediocre teacher compared to others, but at least with his private students (Necro, Miwa) he does decent jobs.

so he would be frankly impressed by Necro's level in his CT.

but he would be more impressed (in a bad way) when he finds out that Necro's "parents" want to remove her from the institution for no reason.

Besides, he is not stupid, he realizes Necro's rejection of the topic of parents, so he thinks that Necro's parents are surely abusive in some way.

He is the one who most openly tries to help and protect Necro, whether it be giving her a place to go after classes, taking her out to eat at practice, or covering her with Nanami and Higuruma.

They are definitely both very upset about this.

I mean, they just learned to get along and Necro comes out with this?

they definitely try to use victim blaming on the situation, but neither Shoko nor Kusakabe will let them.

Nanami knows that they can't touch Shoko without the jujutsu authorities coming down on them for killing their only healer, and even if Kusakabe isn't as strong as him, it definitely doesn't make him any less of a danger to them.

Higuruma could be more impulsive and directly try to go after Kusakabe's head, but he knows that if he does (either of them honestly), Necro would hate them for LIFE, leaving them at square one of the relationship.

and as I made clear in a previous post, these bastards are very codependent on Necro and her attention, if you deny it long enough, they could easily go crazy.

although in part it could also cause them to make more arbitrary and not so good decisions...if y'know what i mean...

It's a big mess. and Necro is right in the center.

good luck!

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[meyousing]

𝐵𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊, 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊

𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: today (february 1st) is my birthday, and i wanted to write something special for the occasion! ᵔᴥᵔ happy birthday to me!

𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: your yandere captor surprises you on your special day, in such a sentimental way.

𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: this is meant to be an insert of whichever yandere character x reader you want! sfw, slight hurt to comfort, fluff. not super proofread, too excited to get this out on time :P

Never could you have imagined living to see the day where you’d find yourself alone in bed, cuddled up with a book, and dearly missing your captor. Uncharacteristically, he had awoken you this morning with a soft kiss, telling you that he had a lot of plans and errands to run today; he would not be home until later that night, likely when you’d be sleeping. He ensured that you had your usual entertainments and devices nearby before taking his leave, but not before tenderly telling you that he loved you, and that he hoped you would have a pleasant day in his absence. If you had to admit it, pushing all of your feelings aside–he had never mistreated you. Aside from the whole kidnapping and controlling everything that you were allowed to do, of course. With those aspects not in mind, you could only say this was uncharacteristic to an extent. 

He was always showing you distant affection, holding you very gently as if you were something fragile, and letting you go when he could tell that you wanted to be detached and alone. Today, he was acting more affectionately with you than he usually did; so thoughtfully, what with the kisses and sweet wishes. Could it be that he knew what day it was? He hadn’t said anything, though…maybe he was just in a particularly good mood, from some other reason that he felt wasn’t important enough to mention. 

You chose not to dwell on it for too long, as wondering for an extended period would only allow your mind to run free, and too far. You knew that you would start to recall bitter memories of your past birthdays, of your so-called friends and uncaring family who would respond to your rhetorical inquiries of “Do you know what day it is today?” with “...Wednesday?” Not to mention how, the older you grew, they would only hum in response to you telling them that it was your special day, or they would think you were joking, telling you that this attempt at gaining their attention was so odd, such a weird excuse to use.

Ah, see? You let your mind run off again… you did not want to remember any of that. But you continued to think about it, to let it eat away at you; too occupied inside of your own mind as your eyes scanned over the first sentence of your book’s current page over and over again, not really taking any of the words in when the ones being spoken in your mind were too caustic and distracting. It wasn’t until something fell down onto the page that you blinked out of this self-induced stupor. It was a wet spot… oh, you had started crying. 

You began to contemplate your feelings as more tears fell, and the more that you did, the more you were able to reassure yourself these memories were just that: memories. Figments of the past, things that have been said and done, that were no longer a problem for you now. So why were you so upset? 

Perhaps it was due to the fact that the one remaining person in your daily life had not done anything to change these recollections for you. He who claimed to be so devoted to you, to know everything about you, to have your best interests at heart and would do anything if it meant a benefit to you… had also forgotten your birthday. And what made you feel so much worse was how badly you craved his company right now, in such a disquieted moment, whereas on any other day you would banish him from trying to look at you when you were in such a state. 

“Y/N? I’m home.”

His voice was distant, you had time. You lifted a quivery hand to your face, clumsily shooing the tears off of your cheeks and wiping that same hand on the pillowcase beneath you to dry your fingers. What impeccable timing he has, you thought to yourself. 

As you heard the door grate open and his footsteps as he entered the room, you looked up to his frame in the doorway and could only pray that your eyes were not bloodshot, that your nose was not too swollen following so many sniffles. He returned your gaze after closing the door behind him, trekking over to you--he had not yet mentioned anything about your face looking different, and it didn’t seem like he would be once he gave you a soft smile. Safe, you told yourself. He sat down on the bedside by your feet, resting his hand on your blanketed knee and giving it a light squeeze.

“Did you have a good day?” 

How could you answer him without giving away the truth? You were sure that honesty would lead to endless questioning about what he could do to make you feel better. Anyone else would certainly appreciate that, but in a moment where you were made so sad by a topic so vulnerable, you only wanted your own company to cope; perhaps it was the countless years of being left alone on this day that made you crave loneliness. 

He squeezed your leg again, bringing your attention to the lingering silence in the air upon your lack of an answer. You blinked a few times, mustering a phoney smile in return to his as you nodded your head. Your response being nonverbal shouldn't have been anything he wasn’t used to, but it didn’t stop him from gazing at you for a bit longer than what seemed acceptable in that moment. Oh no, could he tell something was off? 

You had to restrict a deep sigh of relief when he turned away from you briefly, once more indicating that you were safe from his hounding since he had said nothing else. But when he turned back around, your body tensed on the spot.

“This is for you.” He almost sounded awkward, his eyes downcast as he slid a small, hand-sized box in your direction, stopping when it bumped against your hand. 

Was this… a gift? It took you a second to rip yourself away from the shock-induced paralysis of seeing what looked like a present being given to you today. Surely you were getting ahead of yourself, you couldn’t get too worked up over this just yet, even though your hands moved to unwrap and open the box faster than you could process the velvety feeling of it in your palm.

Inside was a delicate bracelet. And not just any bracelet, this was the one that was given to you earlier on in your life. It was the only gift you had ever received from your family, even though you had received it when you were an infant. It had sentimental value; the memory of an experience you had never felt since then. 

When he had torn you away from your everyday life, forcing you into captivity at his side, you were forced to leave behind all of your personal belongings. Not only was this bracelet important to you, but it was the first item you had touched from your old home in over a year. Could he understand just how much this meant to you? Did he even realize what exactly he had just returned to you?

“I remember the story you told me about it.”

Oh, right. You had spoken about it once before, when you were in a mood to open up to him. You wound up crying into his arms and falling asleep in them, something that you pretended never happened when waking up the next day, since it had still been so early on in your time here. 

“I’ve had it in this home since the day I brought you here, but I wanted to give it to you on your birthday to make the reunion special. Sorry for making you wait so long…” his words were almost cheeky, the grin he shot at you holding the slightest hint of guilt. 

The way that your eyes and nose appeared to him now could no longer concern you, they were going to become bloodshot and swollen once more as tears welled up on your waterline. Your body acted before your mind could, a sob from your chest wracking both of you as your arms met around the back of his neck in an uncoordinated hug. 

“You remembered,” you whimpered into his shoulder, pressing into him as tightly as you could. At first, he didn’t make any moves to return your embrace, but you knew that he must have been momentarily surprised by your sudden lack of apprehension towards him, for once. His arms found your waist seconds later, welcoming you to him by pulling you closer and nudging his cheek into your neck sweetly.  

“Of course I remembered. I just wish I could have spent my day here with you. I could hardly stand the image of you being alone in here all day long, on your special day.” 

Such words made your heart flutter, you could barely believe them. Nobody had ever wanted to spend time with you on your birthday, especially by their own choice. As your eyes dampened his shirt the more you let out such joyful tears, a feeling swelled deeply inside of you that you never could have imagined experiencing towards him, had it not been expressed by him in the first place. He only made it known that your feelings would not be unrequited. 

You could swear that by him and for him, you felt love. 

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[zhongster]

Top 10 genshin impact male characters burping list? ✨ 👀

Can you make a list of best burpers (male) of genshin impact? A tier list or a top 10 maybe?

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DNI IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

Absolutely i can anon :))

I did a list before of just the characters in general so the top 5 are gonna be more or less the same

Post writing note: I didn’t elaborate too much on the top four since I had already done so on a previous post that I’ll link here

10. Tighnari

Not the largest burps on the list but in comparison to how small his frame is? He honestly made the list because of how disproportionate they are. They make his entire body jerk. His partial fox body really does a number on his digestive system.

Additional headcanons for him here

9. Kaeya

His normal burps are pretty average it’s his DRUNK burps that are something of note. He does not get embarrassed at all when he’s drunk of course.

Additional headcanons for him here

8. Thoma

The only reason he’s so low on the list is because I feel like he had a hard time actually getting the burps to come out. When they finally do they could probably rival some other members that sit higher on this list.

Additional headcanons for him here and here

7. Heizou

He’s such a small guy but I feel like him having these tiny little explosions feels so correct. They’re super short but very loud. They tend to startle people around him as well, especially since he feels absolutely zero embarrassment for them. He will let them out whenever he feels like it.

Additional headcanons for him here

6. Alhaitham

His burps are very long. He doesn’t typically get multiple back to back so they tend to be longer. They really just tend to keep going to the point where he sometimes runs out of breath in the middle of them. He does NOT like when they slip out in front of other people. Kaveh definitely teases him.

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5. Baizhu

He’s one I actually haven’t done headcanons for yet but I adore this man so deeply y’all do not understand. Since he canonically has chronic illnesses i firmly believe one of those illnesses is digestive. Aka my guy had GERD. His burps are super loud and super uncomfortable. They come straight from his chest and they HURT. He really doesn’t have very much control over them either. Most of the time he just has to turn away and cover his mouth, which also proves to be a challenge most of the time because his body only gives him about a second’s warning before one comes out. I think he’s dealt with this issue for so long that he really just rolls with it now. He excuses himself, sometimes laughs it off depending on the company, but he doesn’t get horrifically embarrassed like he may have in years previous.

4. Ayato

He’s another one that doesn’t seem like the type but given how mischievous he can be I think it fits. Plus he seems very prone to bloating. Very wet burps.

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3. Diluc

For him it’s mostly a hidden talent. He really would rather keep this talent to himself but sometimes he can’t help letting out the bassiest rolling belch, especially after he drinks which is partially why he doesn’t.

I have apparently never given him his own post despite him being my second favorite character in the game. That’s so insane I could’ve sworn I had. Just this small post apparently.

2. Itto

As i said previously this one is gonna surprise absolutely no one. Itto NOT having massive burps just feels wrong.

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1. Zhongli

I may be biased in saying that peepaw’s burps are earth shattering but i truly believe it so deeply in my heart you guys. Much of what I said in my top five post still rings true. He tries very hard to be polite but he really can’t help it sometimes.

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[theartofseductionandmurder]

There is a person inside me who is good, kind, extremely intelligent, creative and soft-hearted

But she shares a room with her evil twin who is mean, manipulative, angry and bitter

I called them the borderline roommates.

It’s been quite some time after my bpd diagnosis, enough time to understand it and put it in this analogy. So here’s a story about the borderline roommates.

There’s the original roommate, let’s call her taffy. She’s the first to reside in this apartment. Taffy has always been a fun-loving happy person. She is funny, she likes to do art and cook… happy things you know? Taffy kept inviting people to come over and hangout so she could share her happiness with them. You’d think she was desperate but no she was just lonely but not in a super sad way. She just wanted some company you know? One day somebody breaks into her apartment. They break things, steal, hurt Taffy in many many ways. She survives it for the first time, she tries to forget it ever happened and continues being her jolly self. Then the break ins kept happening again and again. Taffy couldn’t take it anymore and decided to get a roommate who can protect her and accompany her so she could keep living her jolly life. The roommate was like Taffy, but the opposite of her. She shared in her passions but she was darker, a little gothic. Let’s call her Hollow. Hollow cried a lot, she got angry often but Taffy knew she needed Hollow in case someone decided to break in again. Finally they had visitors but Hollow would scare them away. She’d say she has the best intentions and that it was only to protect Taffy but she would take it a bit too far. Eventually, Taffy lost control and Hollow started making all the decisions. She wouldn’t let people in and if they got in or got too close to Taffy, Hollow would rip them apart- limb to limb. One day Taffy and Hollow had a fight about this. Taffy wanted Hollow to just take a chill pill because instead of protecting her she was hurting her. Hollow said “Why are you so keen on letting these people in? All they do is hurt you” and Taffy said it was alright as long as she had company. Hollow got furious and hurt Taffy, really really bad. She thought if Taffy enjoys getting hurt from others the only way to stop it is if Hollow hurts her instead, to scare her into never letting others in again. A reminder of the pain. Of course it was a toxic relationship but they lived together. No matter how many times Taffy tried to kick Hollow out of the apartment, Hollow would argue that the space was hers as much as it was Taffy’s.

If you don’t see the metaphor now then you definitely don’t have bpd, but you can try to understand it. Taffy and Hollow are the two sides of a BPD brain. Good and bad, nothing in between. One wasn’t always there but she was brought in for a reason and just won’t go away now. So then it just becomes a matter of who someone appeals to more. Do they try to talk to Taffy? Or Hollow? It’s really simple. If it’s a good thing, Taffy will be there and if it’s bad Hollow will.

The difference is Taffy is real, she was there first. You can’t change things and never have Hollow exist, but you can reason with her and get around Taffy instead. Either way, it sucks to have bpd.

- bpd diaries

[animeyanderelover]

It's totally okay if you don't want to write for him, but I would practically die for yandere Shirabu (Haikyuu) REALLY liking a classmate that's super sweet but too intimidated by his salty attitude to actually interact with him (and feel free to change this as much as you want if you do write for him!) I love your writing either way and am excited to read more from you! >3<

I think that's the first time anyone has ever asked for something with Shirabu.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation

Too salty

🐾There you are again, sitting in front of him whilst chatting with your close friends, that damn smile on your face that always manages to speed up his heartbeat a bit. How long has this been going on now? A few solid months would be Shirabu's guess, he can't get much more accurate as the line between a huge crush and a fine obsession has been a fluid transition for him. An obsession with you, the infamous sweetheart in his year and due to that quite liked by almost everyone. That includes him but his feelings are a bit different from everyone else around. He has never considered himself as someone who would start obsessing over a person like in some fanfiction written by a teenager yet here he is, finding himself studying you again from behind, accurately guessing what you'll have in your bento box as he's familiar with what you enjoy eating and your preferences. He could be proud of himself, unfortunately he can't help but feel a bit like a creep because he knows that despite never having interacted with you before.

🐾To his defence, that is largely your fault. Sure, his own pride has held him initially back, it took a while to gradually come to terms with his unhealthy feelings. By now everything is blamed on you though as Shirabu has actually tried to approach you in the past before only to discover that for some reason you don't seem to like him. You have never been downright rude but kept the conversations short before storming to your friends as soon as you caught a glimpse of them, excusing yourself and fleeing the scene. He's not willing to make a fool of himself, he has gotten the message. You're for some reason nervous and slightly anxious around him and for that reason he has stopped trying to talk to you. He won't admit it, but you did hurt his feelings with your behavior. Worst of all is that he seems to be the only one you're intimidated off as you have no problem offering your help or sparing a sweet smile and encouragement to other classmates of yours. That is just infuriating.

🐾The lack of willingness from your side to interact with him only worsens his jealousy of literally everyone else you're willing to talk with. Unconsciously he starts comparing others to himself. He has excellent grades, he's diligent and he's the setter for the volleyball team which is famous even across their prefecture. By all accounts, Shirabu can't help but feel like he deserves a slice more attention from you than some other people you chat with. So it's not uncommon that people catch him with a scowl on his face, glaring at you and whoever is your company at the moment, eyes narrowing angrily as he wonders what's so special about them anyways. He catches Taichi talking with you once and holds a grudge against his teammate afterwards, tongue sharp and tone rude during their training together and it isn't until the coach nearly yells at him that he passes him acceptable tosses, purposely making it harder for the male. Shirabu is aware that he's being irrational but it's hard to keep his boiling jealousy under control and he partially blames you for that.

🐾He has to find out what he's doing wrong or otherwise he fears that he might literally go insane. Luck seems to be on his side though when he overhears during a conversation between you and your friends, a conversation he just happens to eavesdrop on for a bit, that you need to score well on an upcoming test in a particular subject he knows you've always struggled with to make up for the abysmal score you had in the last test. Your teacher wants to help you though, has offered you to find someone to help you with, ideally someone in the same year as you. Shirabu is exceeding in this subject and he knows instantly that this could be his chance. He approaches the teacher in talk soon enough, slyly convinces them to set him up for coaching you. It's quite easy because Shirabu is an obvious choice so soon enough said teacher approaches you, Shirabu following him closely behind. You have a look of slight panic when you realize who they brought but are stuck, Shirabu is fully aware of that. If you reject him right now, you would openly insult the kind teacher and him and you could never do that.

🐾He schedules for you two to meet tomorrow after school so he can start coaching you and the night before that, Shirabu diligently creates notes for you and comes up with a whole plan how and what to teach you. You're awkward and stiff when you meet him, still a tiny bit anxious which does not make the male happy. This is a good chance to cleanse whatever bad image you have of him so he's on his best behavior. He's patient, explains everything in great detail to you and gives you tips or shows you tricks how to solve questions easier. This is a matter of pride for him because if he helps you to get a good score in the exam, you'll definitely have to change your mind about him so he can't fail you here. His sheer dedication to help you doesn't go unnoticed by you nor his polite behavior that soon makes you question your previously bad image of him. Sure, you've seen and heard about his salty behavior but in private he does not seem to be all that rude. At least not to you.

🐾You start to crumble with your cautious behavior around him, something Shirabu notices and he knows that he needs to push you a bit further to hopefully break all mistrust you hold against him. He purposely lets Taichi hand you over something he prepared for you to help you with the stuff, fully aware that Taichi will mention to you that he's been preparing sessions for you even in the locker before and after training, only deepening your guilt for having judged him without ever having properly interacted with him. It's by that point that he dares to ask for your number to communicate easier and so that you can ask him questions even outside of those private sessions and you cave in, a little bit hesitant but also unable to reject because of all the work he pours in for you. At times he purposely lets you solve stuff that is quite advanced and specifically catered to the areas you struggle most with. He can easily cover it with the excuse that he wants you to learn how to solve those problems, in reality it's just as much for his own want as it allows him to keep you longer with him.

🐾He approaches you for the first time outside of those private study sessions the day before the exam and hands you notes specifically made for you so you can prepare yourself for the test, right in front of your friends who afterwards can't help but talk about how detailed he made them and how much time he must have spent on them. All for you. Don't just think he did it out of altruism, Shirabu has been eavesdropping on you and your friends. Their image about him has majorly improved because of what you have told them that by now they almost scold you a bit for your unjustified fear of him and their words get to you as you already feel very guilty. If he can get them on his side, it would make things a lot more easier for him. The next day, during the exam, Shirabu can't help but glance over to your table multiple times, more nervous for you than for himself. There's relief though when he always sees your pen moving and never stopping for too long as you can write down an answer to everything.

🐾It seems quite normal when he approaches you after classes and asks how it went. You appear still surprised when you tell him that you were needlessly worried as you had only little problems because of everything he has taught you, genuinely thank him for his help. It's the first time that you've actually given him such a sincere smile and to his slight embarrassment, and to your friends delight, he starts blushing a bit. When you get your test back, with Shirabu having written the best one out of the class, you're delighted and relieved to see that you have majorly improved and have over 80% right. You're so relieved because this really is the final proof that you've been able to use everything Shirabu has taught you. If you would have failed, you think you wouldn't have been able to look him or the teacher in the eyes anymore. You come running to him excitedly afterwards, show him your exam joyfully and Shirabu hides the smug grin as he receives an ego boost. He knew he would be the right one to help you, luckily he convinced the teacher on that day.

🐾You want to pay him back somehow for his help and simultanously apologize for your bad behavior before because you've realized that you judged him wrongly. The male accepts your invitation and both of you agree to meet up on the weekend. You want to thank him for his help but are unprepared when he actually gifts you something to congratulate you for your good score on your test. Initially you want to reject since he's done enough for you already but can't do so in the end as he insists that he wants you to have it. You're slightly surprised when you realize that he just so happened to gift you something you've wanted to have for a while now but never had the time to buy due to all the studying. You think of it as a very lucky coincidence, Shirabu certainly won't tell you that he has listened on the conversations of you with your friends one too many times and has studied you closely for months and knows you for that more than you know. He feels satisfied though when noting your bashhful reaction because this confirms that he has definitely managed to make you forget about your assumptions about him. That means he can move on to the next step now.

[escapetothelake]

Can you do Harvey and Mr. Owl for the ship asks?

hmmm yes yes i can

since it's a boss/employee dynamic (in which the boss asks the employee to kill for him), it won't be the purest relationship? but hopefully you still enjoy

who made the first move: mr. owl did. you could argue that his "first move" was inviting harvey to the lake hotel in the first place.

who kissed who first: mr. owl as well. i could see harvey being a little too.. timid?.. to act first in that he did not want to overstep. mr. owl, who has much experience in his position and in dealing with people, has no such qualms about this sort of thing.

who started the relationship: mr. owl; see above.

who remembers things: i feel that mr. owl almost has this omniscient quality to him, even if he isn't actually omniscient. therefore, mr. owl tends to remember things more.

nicknames for each other: harvey called mr. owl "boss" or "sir" (and still sometimes does). mr owl calls harvey "my friend" (affectionate) or even "pet" (yeah ik he's a little bit icky)

who is more likely to pay for dinner: mr. owl. i bet he's rolling in cash.

who normally cooks: mr. toad cooks for them, but between harvey & mr. owl, harvey would be more likely to cook.

who remembers anniversaries: both!

what would they get each other for gifts: i feel like mr. owl could afford an expensive stopwatch or something, as well as fancy clothes.

most trivial thing they fight over: mr. owl doesn't really "fight". he tells you not to do something again, and that's that. harvey always listens.

how often do they fight: pretty much never.

who uses all the hot water: mr. owl :)

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: harvey does. after all, as the butler of the hotel, he has to make sure mr. owl is well taken care of.

who leaves their stuff around: aside from harvey's bloody garments? neither. of course, since it's mr. owl's hotel, he can afford to leave them laying around.

who remembers to buy the milk: mr. owl, but he has harvey get it.

who controls the netflix queue: mr. owl.

who steals the covers at night: i feel like mr. owl would :)

who cusses more: neither, really, but mr. owl talks more.

who does most of the cleaning: if harvey messes up one of his duties, it's on mr. owl to clean up after him.. if that counts? in the case of manual labor, harvey.

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: i think mr. owl is at his happiest when the lake is running at peak efficiency, and it's during these times when harvey is the most greatly rewarded. i think they just like to enjoy each others' company, and harvey likes to change into his bird form and enjoy some bird seed in the golden cage in mr. owl's office while mr. owl works on paperwork.

who’s the cuddler: lowkey both?

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: harvey sometimes changes into his bird form and sleeps on mr. owl's shoulder, if that counts. mr. owl also likes to hug harvey in his anthropomorphic form.

who’s more dominant: mr. owl.

who is the dirty talker: also mr. owl.

what do they do when they’re away from each other: mr. owl has to continue his duties at the lake, but he's grown to find that he's become pretty dependent on harvey. on the flipside, harvey also finds a sense of security in mr. owl's presence. so yeah, they mutually miss each other when separated.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: when mr. owl is hurt, harvey panics, because he knows that mr. owl is the key to everything. mr. owl always reassures him, though, because he knows that he will be alright, and harvey worrying is unnecessary. on the other hand, when harvey is hurt, mr. owl will see that he is well taken care of. it's unclear the exact extent of mr. owl's powers, but any healing properties he has at his disposal, he will use.

a headcanon: whether you see them as platonic or not, it's undeniable they are very closely intertwined, as we see them together several times (even when mr. owl is in human form and harvey in bird form, such as in theater). i like to think that mr. owl always keeps some birdseed on hand in his pocket, and periodically gives it to bird form harvey as a treat while running his finger over his little green cheek :)

[sweeethinny]

my worst enemy is myself

Lily is my character to vent, I feel like she's a simple girl, and even though she's portrayed as someone super strong, something like Ginny is portrayed after what happens in CoS, I feel like she's the character where I can put the most real and raw emotions. Sorry if this is a little too melancholic, melancholy has been my favorite color lately in everything I write.

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Jealousy was something that Lily hated to experience, because in addition to making her feel like a huge idiot, it also made it clear to her that beneath the armor that hid her most intimate feelings, there was something that she refused at all costs to let show.

As she watched James and Marlene talking excitedly about whatever they liked, she thought that she would rather die than admit that she felt jealous, something so raw and unexplainable, towards her best friend. Of course she knew Marlene would never do that to her, she would never hit on someone Lily so obviously liked, but every time she let that side win, she thought that she wasn't that cool, pretty, attractive, fun and everything that was cliché, like Marlene was.

How would she explain that even though James kissed her and did almost everything she wanted, whenever she was watching him talking to Marlene she wondered if he would like to be with her more than with Lily. Wouldn't they be happier? They would be a beautiful couple, for sure, Marlene was a very beautiful woman, and Lily — secretly — envied her beauty. Her hair always seemed straight and shiny, her skin was silky and as clear as an angel's, her body was one that many women would die to have naturally without having to exert almost any effort.

It was a cruel comparison, Lily knew that, she was beautiful too. Her hair was beautiful, she believed that she had a minimally beautiful body even though to do so she had to make a tremendous effort at the gym and was still learning to deal with the possible bulimia that haunted her mind. She was hardworking, tried to be nice most of the time - but sometimes she was much more stressed and angry than Marlene, being hot-blooded and with a very dirty mouth as her mother always said - she kept the fun in her group of friends and tried hard to be good company.

How something that was so difficult for her, a constant effort that she needed to make to maintain, seemed so simple to Marlene, as if she had been born in that blessed way that few people had.

It was quite unfair.

And there were also all the other women, heavens, Lily was so insecure that her head hurt every time she had to go into battle with her own thoughts that tried to destabilize her at all costs, saying hurtful things in a way that only Lily knew how speaking to touch the most painful wound inside her chest, the sharpest memory that cut through her mind like a sword from one of the best swordsman to ever walk the Earth.

‘’What happened to you being quiet?’’ James asked, sitting next to her on the mattress that was making a sofa so they could all watch the movie that Lily wasn’t even paying attention to. The smell of popcorn next to her made her stomach turn like if just one of those greasy corns touched her mouth, it would make her explode like an overinflated balloon.

It was painful to compare.

Which it start with Marlene, soon spread to all the other women nearby, and soon, Lily was sucked into an anxiety that burned her chest, made her want to cry until she couldn't cry anymore, without being able to keep her breath controlled and her hands were shaking as if she hadn't eaten in over weeks.

‘’Nothing.’’ She managed to say, her voice was low and soft, in a way that she hated and reminded her of fights with her mother or Petunia where one of them would shout back irritably, a little politely ‘’stop whining!"

Every time she entered this whirlpool that swallowed her soul like a hungry demon, she felt her voice escape from her mouth like Ariel's after being stolen by Ursula, not knowing exactly how to articulate the words that her mind even thought of but didn't seem to know to put out. As a baby learning literacy, Lily only knew how to say key words like ‘’yes’’, ‘’no’’ and ‘’nothing’’.

Just like that, she managed to hide behind the protection she placed under herself, even if the protection hurt her more than it protected, because while she was trapped at the top of that castle, the thorns that prevented anyone from climbing the walls had already penetrated her room and itched her until her skin started to bleed.

‘’It doesn’t look like,’’ he insisted, then took the bucket of popcorn to her.

Lily took a deep breath, which probably lasted less than two seconds, in her mind it lasted two decades.

If she accepted that popcorn, something so simple and banal, it would give reason to the cruel and comparative thoughts that invaded her mind the moment she saw the oil being poured into the pan to make the popcorn, her stomach seemed to swell and the sensation of floating like a balloon was not a pleasant thing. But if she didn't accept it in return, she might seem boring, always being the one who didn't like eating things. How could someone be so… annoying.

So she accepted. Five popcorns couldn't kill anyone.

Lily smiled at James, poor guy, at one point or another he would realize that it was too tiring to try to follow her on this rollercoaster of emotions.

Even she couldn't handle the ups and downs, she felt a nausea characteristic of adventure toys, the kind that portends vomiting, and she knew it wasn't fair to make other people play with that type of toy when people didn't even agree or see the size of the roller coaster and how steep it could be in some parts.

The descents were so scary that they all seemed like the path to your death, making even the most adventurous feel fear and butterflies in their stomachs. The climbs were quick and made you lose your breath, even though the view from the top was beautiful, it didn't always last long.

''Is nothing.''

[featherlumina]

8, 12 and 17 for the ask game 😁

Thank you so much @duttfisch! Apologies for the Genesis spam below, haha. XD

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

GENESIS BEING INCLUDED IN THE NIBELHEIM INCIDENT. People treat this like some unholy retcon, the greatest narrative sin Square Enix could've committed via the Compilation. And I for one think that's a complete over-reaction.

Seriously. Sure, Sephiroth's definitely not in a good mental headspace by now, but having Genesis water the freshly planted seeds in Seph's mind in the reactor only serves to drive him further down in a really believable way. I always found it a little odd how quickly Seph seemed to spiral in the OG (admittedly Rebirth handled it better), so I think the addition of Genesis makes the scene more fleshed out and raises even more questions for Sephiroth to investigate in the manor.

And a fun one for good measure that's been disproven by Nomura himself - the fact that everyone is like 'hurr durr Genesis can't come back cause Gackt says no / Square won't pay for his likeness'. Admittedly less people are using this as a 'ew no Genesis is icky he can't come back' now, but it was SUPER annoying for like a decade up till this point.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

Feel like I should be putting my clown makeup on at this point because yep, my answer's Genesis! Again! XD Between the rest of the awesome peeps / moots on Tumblr who've argued for why Gen actually is or has the potential to be really interesting, I think it's fairly obvious why, but I'll summarise my view.

Basically, Genesis suffered from poor writing. Between that and the intense LOVELESS quoting making up the majority of his dialogue, I can see why it frustrated people. But if you look beyond that you'll discover some really neat stuff:

Having Genesis (and by extension, Angeal) as prototypes to Sephiroth actually makes boatloads of sense scientifically. You can't expect ShinRa to pop out Sephiroth on the first try, can you?

Genesis can basically go toe-to-toe with Sephiroth for an extended period of time, which is just... insane, when you think about it. Cloud and Zack have both reached similar heights but Sephiroth is just on a whole other level, so the fact there are a select few who can last against him is just really neat.

Bro had his world shattered and understandably lashed out at the company that shaped and controlled his entire existence. We're on Zack's side for Crisis Core, but it's pretty clear the real world-destroyers are ShinRa, and I think Crisis Core could've done a better job at helping us see Gen's perspective a bit more.

His aesthetic is just gorgeous, let's be honest here. That red coat is iconic and I want it. Superb character design (bless you Gackt for choosing red over black or white.)

Canonically he was well-liked and respected by the majority of SOLDIER, given that he convinced so many SOLDIERs to leave with him. People don't just follow you to the ends of the earth willy-nilly. Also, despite being an 'introvert' and averse to large people groups, he displayed kindness and gentleness with his younger comrades. Gillian called him 'such a good boy' for a reason, damn it!

...and I probably have more, but my hands are tired. XD

17. There should be more of this type of fic/art.

Honestly, I'm a sucker for hurt/injured/degrading Genesis and him both going through trauma and then being comforted and cared for by his loved ones. It's a major part of why I started Thing With Feathers after all. XD

I also love seeing how people explore Genesis' relationship with his changing body/his wing. I could read stuff about that for days.

Also would love to see more written redemption arcs for Genesis, whether it's through 'what-if' AUs or post DoC.

Lastly, I'm not hugely into overly sexual stuff, so any of the above fics without anything explicit is just *chef's kiss*. Of course I understand that many folks love the spicy stuff on its own or mixed into a plot, and that's okay! Just not my cup of tea is all.