#can you tell I have a hyper fixation on politics?

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part One

Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven

A/N: I’ve been hyper fixated on Batfam and DC in general for the past two months, and this is what my brain has been cooking. This is based on an fem!OC I made, but I converted it to GN!Reader. Or attempted to. Might write an official one with the oc. I don’t know. I’m new at this stuff and doing this on mobile to boot.

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior

Reader grows up happy, healthy, a safe away from Gotham

Momma and Daddy (step-father) adore their darling reader

Daddy is kind and understanding; gives good advice, encourages reader, comforts reader after nasty break ups

Momma is sassy and a bit possessive of her baby reader

Momma never tells reader anything about their biological father (He was a big city playboy that missed the court date for custody is all she said)

Reader has a much younger half-brother from Momma and Daddy, who reader also adores

Little Brother’s are annoying, but you have so many interest in common

Suddenly Momma and Daddy are dead; (tragic accident or murdered)

Reader’s Bio Father, Bruce Wayne is called and flies into town via Private Jet and whisk you off to Gotham

Bruce can’t get custody over half-brother due to Reader’s step-grandparents fighting him.

(They tried to keep Reader too, but blood is thicker than water in the eyes of the court. And, Bruce has enough money to make that water run dry)

Bruce isn’t exactly like Momma described, he’s distant and a bit cold with reader. (Like he doesn’t know what to do.)

Bruce gets upset when Reader talks about missing Momma and Daddy, especially when Reader talks about Daddy.

Bruce doesn’t introduce Reader to the family right away.

Reader doesn’t see anyone, but Bruce and Alfred for the first week at the manor.

Bruce avoids reader, but gets upset when Reader ignores him

Reader starts researching their new family. Everything they can find in the media, even the company.

(Family Buisness funds the Justice League? Gotham gains a new Vigilante almost every time Bruce gains a new kid? Jason Todd’s death and reappearance. Suspicious…)

Reader finally meets the others.

First up Cassandra.

Quite, but watches reader like she knows all of reader’s secrets. (That’s terrifying.)

Reader’s instincts scream that she’s dangerous (Reader trusts those instincts.)

Reader is still nice, they get along. Cass rather be alone, but it’s cool. They’re cool.

Second up is Duke.

Duke is great. Official bro. Passes all the vibe checks. (Most normal one in this house.)

Reader’s meta abilities go haywire around him, so Reader needs to be careful. (Reader’s not sharing that secret yet. Not till they share what Reader suspects is their secret)

Third, Dick and Barbara.

Dick is a whirlwind, coddling and pitying, treating reader like a sweet helpless child then leaving. (He’s a busy popular man)

Barbara is polite, but a stranger.

Reader tries to be friendly, but can’t get past the stranger stage.

Fourth Stephanie.

Stephanie politely ignores reader, but reader genuinely wants to hang out. (Similar interest, close in age. Please, can we be friends? ……….)

Reader says they’ll keep trying (It happens… eventually….)

Fifth, Tim.

Tim just brushes Reader off with a blank look and disappears.

Reader can never find Tim. (Always in the cave, at work, on patrol. He’s a busy busy busy sleepy man that avoids even the mention of Reader)

(Stephanie hangs out with Tim though, but they still ignore reader. It’s fine. Reader is fine. It doesn’t hurt.)

Sixth is Jason.

Jason is mean.

Calls reader spoiled, says reader a an ignorant privileged princess, Daddy’s pet, a brat, etc.

But, then leaves when reader starts to snap back.

(He looks like he’s struggling not to strangle reader almost every time reader sees him.)

Seventh is the youngest and reader’s half brother.

Reader is excited to meet him, reader already has a younger half-brother. Having two sounds even better!

Damian is cruel

It breaks reader’s heart.

Damian either ignores reader, or mocks reader viscously. He’ll push and shove and throw things at reader. (Won’t draw a weaponed though, he’s past that.)

He brushes off all of Reader’s attempts at sibling bonding.

All this goes on for a few months.

Reader tries so hard to get close to everyone, but they’re either avoid her, ignore her, are cruel, or they just don’t have the time.

Reader’s life in Gotham is… different.

Reader’s a commodity, and, surprisingly enough, most people like Reader

School Friendships form, which reader worries are because they’re a Wayne child

(Which is true, but not in the way Reader thinks; hint: it involves other types of night avians)

Teacher’s appreciate a humble Wayne (Damian goes to the same school, Reader is a relief to teach)

Reader is quite talented, not a prodigy, not extraordinary. Just extremely approachable.

But, like all good things there is a downside.

Reader wants to spend time with their new friends.

They’re invited to Galas, lunches, brunches, vacations, shopping, etc.

And Reader WANTS to go

But, Bruce won’t let them

It’s not safe

(Which Reader understands, that’s why they never really explore Gotham, but still brunch couldn’t hurt, right?)

So Reader has no one to lean on or connect with. It’s isolating.

Instead Reader spends hours talking on the phone to their old friends and family back in their small town.

There’s a silver lining though: Things are going to get better before they get worse

So much worse

[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

Alastor - [ HEADCANON 1]

xxxxxxx xxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxx

Alastor was a ladies man while alive. There I said it. You can’t tell me he wasn’t because Mimzy and Rosie have said it in coded ways already! I like to think at one point he had a literal slew of fan mail being sent to his radio station just begging him to sing on air more often or simply fawning over his suave charm…

Alastor at parties must’ve been a sight to see too! Dancing with every woman who asked, showing off that cocky grin whenever the other men would glare and grumble because all their dates wanted him, and let’s not forget the drinking -slinging back shots, scotch, and champagne was his forte. He’d probably by his plus one as many drinks as she pleased then sneak off to kill with Rosie when the time was right.

Alastor politely rejecting every starlets advances, claiming he wouldn’t want to “upstage her admires”, but gladly accepting their careless compliments like a true gentleman. He’s had one or two sinful escapades but finds no hunger for sex like most and that just makes his allure double. Everybody wants him but no one can truly have him.

Alastor was every woman’s dream man. No doubt about it in my mind.

xxxxxxx xxxxxxx xxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxxxx

He’s my new hyper fixation….❤️

[sigh-tofm]

Can you do the TF141 with an autistic S/O?

i think most of the readers i write are a little autistic by virtue of being extensions of myself but…

… price

- knows how exhausting socialising is for you. always keeps an eye on you in public in order to see the signs of anxiety as soon as possible. you know you can always sidle up to him and link your arm in his, stay halfway obscured by his broad shoulders if you need to. whether you’re at a military gala or a sunny street market, he’s your solid constant. he’s also a slick talker and can always steer the group conversation away from you if you just can’t socialise anymore. he will get you both out of there and take you somewhere quiet for you to breathe a little. when you go home, the rest of the evening is spent in comfortable silence, and you just exist together in the same space.

… kyle

- is aware of your sensory and dietary restrictions, and always honours them. you have no problem eating the same dish multiple nights in a row, so it’s easy for him to keep you fed. it creates a sense of stability and routine for you both, knowing exactly what’s coming. he also makes sure to always be stocked up on your favourite snacks. when he’s deployed he will set his phone to send you automatic texts every day around dinnertime to ask if you’ve eaten, since he knows you easily forget. you send him a heart in return and go to defrost one of the meal he’s prepped for you.

… johnny

- loves your hyper fixations and getting to listen to you go on about your niche topic of interest. sure he’s not following all of your many tangents about weather systems, edwardian politics, photons or germanic languages, but he feeds off of your broad grin when he asks you to explain something further. while he’s seated on the sofa with his sketchbook, you’re cross legged on the rug with a fidget toy in your hands, talking about aviation technology. it’s a good day.

… ghost

- is also probably on the spectrum. you both have your little quirks, and you both find yourself quite comfortable in each other’s silent company. you both catalogue each other’s little tells and can after only a short while quite easily interpret each other’s feelings, even though you struggle with everyone else’s. an outsider might think you hate each other, judging by the way you don’t look at each other, much less speak, but you two have achieved a perfect symbiosis of peaceful co-existence and a matter of factly, but very deep, relationship.

[hoedamn-eron]

mrs tillich's hot grandson

Your elderly neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is so lovely...as is her grandson.

Warnings: Mentions of dementia in a relative. Elderly relative needing a live-in nurse. Mentions of past military career. Sort of proofread, prone to mistakes. Word count: 1,714 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

What's this!? A one shot!? I'm sorry I've been gone for four weeks, I've been hyper fixating on Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (it's taken 20+ years but I've finally watched them).

Your neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is a ray of sunshine.

She’s pushing on 100, she has a live-in nurse with her, and loves to be in her garden, which was when she usually caught you to have a chat, over the fence you share, usually when you were leaving for work or coming back. Honestly, you had no problem with speaking to her; as you said, she was everything that was good in this world, and she brightened your day.

You suspected she had some sort of dementia; she’s introduced herself to you multiple times, and repeatedly tells you about her ‘very good looking and single’ grandson.

“He’s a strapping young man,” she’d told you one day, giving you a wink. “He’s in the military, you know?”

You always smiled politely and told her that he sounded very interesting and maybe one day you’ll be introduced, but so far, you hadn’t met the guy.

You hope it’s the gentleman who visits her once a month, who gives you a polite nod if he ever catches your eye if you’re in your driveway. He’s a real silver fox and is always dressed so smartly. He makes your stomach do somersaults whenever his dark eyes meet yours. And God, that jawline.

Today’s forecast was sunshine all around, and you decided that it was the perfect opportunity to give your garden some TLC, and maybe even wash your car. You dress in light clothes, accommodating the hot weather outside and you step out. Your long-abandoned gardening tools were in your garage, and you had some old plant seeds from last year, gifted to you from Mrs Tillich. Hopefully, they would still be okay.

After gathering your things, you settle on your lawn and get work picking out the weeds and giving your garden a general tidy up. You bask in the sunlight, listening to the sounds of birds, and cars passing, and the sounds of the Johnson kids a few doors down, having a water fight from the sounds of it.

You’re so lost in your own world that you don’t realise someone has joined you.

“Hi.”

You jump and look up at the source of the voice.

It was him. The silver fox. He was stood on Mrs Tillich’s side of your adjoining fence, his arms crossed, and Christ, is it normal for a shirt to stretch like that over someone’s arms?

“H…hi,” you stammer before you clear your throat. Pathetic. “Hi.”

His gives you a small grin before he holds his hand out. “I’m William. But I usually go by Bill, you can call me Bill if you want.”

You stand quickly and make your way over. You shake his hand as you introduce yourself. You ignore the way your skin tingles as he shakes your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you,” he said, before crossing his arms again. Defensive guy. “We saw you – me and my grandmother – in your garden, and she told me I should introduce myself. She said you were friendly, and ‘single’. I apologise if she’s been a bit persistent.”

So he is the grandson!

You shake your head at his words, giving him a soft smile. “No, not, she’s…not at all. I enjoy chatting to her, she’s really nice.”

“She can be...” he says before going quiet, giving you a look as if he felt sorry for you, but also trying to placate you. “She’s a bit...you know.” he motions to his head.

“Really, you don’t have to explain yourself,” you say, giving a kind smile. “I don’t mind chatting to her, really.”

William nods at you and you both fall into an awkward silence. You bite the inside of your lip as you study him for a second. What do you talk about? You feel like you know this guy pretty well, thanks to your neighbour, but now he’s in front of you, you can’t think of anything to say.

So you blurt out the first thing that come to your mind that you remember about him. “So you’re in the military?”

He tenses, his jaw setting as he stares at you with a hard look on his face.

“Mrs Tillich mentioned you were...” you say, going quiet at the look on his face. “Never mind, I might have misunderstood - “

“I’m not in the military anymore,” William said quickly. “She gets confused, because...you know...” he motions to his head again.

You stand and chat some more before he says he has to get moving. He was nice; a little quiet and reserved, maybe, but polite. And a little awkward. He stared so intently as you talked, and it gave you butterflies. He tells you it was nice to meet you and he heads back inside the house. He sends you a wave goodbye when he leaves a few hours later.

He visits again sooner than you expect, just a few weeks later. He gives you a small wave with the usual nod this time as he pulls into her driveway. You give him a wave back, but you don’t stop to chat. You don’t know when he leaves.

He comes back again a few weeks after that, but you’re not home. You only know because Mrs Tillich tells you about it the next day. She mentions Bill asked about you, causing your cheeks to warm as you tell her, “That’s nice, I hope he’s doing well.”

She actually giggles at you.

He doesn’t visit again for another few months, which was odd. You couldn’t help but ask Mrs Tillich about it, and she giggles at you again. She explains he’d been busy.

“He travels a lot,” she said, but you’d gathered that yourself. “He still calls me every few days.”

When he does come back, you’re shovelling snow in your driveway. He drives carefully up his grandmother’s driveway before climbing out the car, wearing the warmest – and most expensive – looking grey coat. He gives you the nod and a wave in greeting as he walks towards Mrs Tillich’s house, and you give him a smile and a wave back.

Like the last time you saw him, he doesn’t stop to chat.

You can’t help but feel disappointed, and somewhat put off. Had you made a bad impression last time? You had made that comment about the military, and he didn’t seem too happy about it, maybe it was that? But you were only going off the information given to you.

Whatever, you didn’t know they guy, you shouldn’t feel so sad about it.

You continue to shovel the snow from your driveway, trying not to think about William Tell, but after a while, you’re shocked out of your reverie again.

“Hi.”

Just like in the summer, you jump, and you look at him, where he’s stood behind the fence with a small smirk on his face as he watches you, his hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” you say, stopping to face him.

“Been a while.”

“It has,” you say, giving him a nod.

He swallows, and it was so subtle you would have missed it if you weren’t watching him as intently as you were. Surely, he wasn’t nervous?

“I’d like to apologise,” he said after another moment of silence. “For last time. I’ve been told I can be a little intimidating and it comes off as rude. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

You shake your head at him. “I didn’t think you were rude at all.”

He gives an amused huff through his nose. “You don’t have to spare my feelings - “

“No, really, I thought...it was nice talking to you.”

You go quiet, and you stare at each other again in silence.

You can’t get a read on this guy. You can’t tell if he likes you or not. You’re not even sure if you want him to like you. He’s only your neighbour’s grandson, and sure, he’s good looking and has a nice-looking body from what you could see, but really, he doesn’t seem all that interested in you –

“I may be way off base here, and I apologise now if I’m wrong, but would you like to go out for dinner sometime?”

Oh. Maybe he is interested.

“Yes,” you say instantly, without even thinking.

“What?” he asks, his eyes widening a little, as though he wasn’t expecting you to accept his offer.

“What?” you asked back, eyes just as wide, because had you answered too quickly? Were you being too eager?

“You want to go out for dinner with me?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say, immediately again.

“Okay,” Bill nods, before giving a small smile. “Okay. Okay, great.”

Your cheeks warm as you smile shyly. “Great,” you breathe.

You stare at each other for a while, and your insides feel all gooey. Then he’s looking at you expectantly, but you’re sure you’re just giving heart eyes to him. “So…can I have your number?”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him before your eyes widen in realisation. “Oh, yeah, yes!”

He hands you his unlocked phone and you place your number into it (you’ll deny your hands were shaking until your dying days). You send yourself a quick text and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you hand his phone back to him.

“I’m pretty much free most evenings and weekends,” you say, trying not to sound like too much of a loser.

Bill nodded at you with a smile. “I leave in a few hours, but I’ll be back to visit next week, so…I’ll call you later, we can arrange something?”

You nod. “Yeah, that’ll be great.”

He gives you a nod. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you say as he turns and walks back into his grandmother’s house, but not before he turns back to look at you and gives you a wave.

You wave back.

You can’t stop smiling. And now your thoughts are filled with the forthcoming phone call about your date next week. What were you going to wear? Where would you go? He isn’t from round here, so maybe you could suggest a really good place. You’ll be cool, you’ll be collected, you’ll not throw yourself at him…you say as you shamelessly think about how much of a filthy kisser he might be…

[44ants]

An Avid Listener

DBH Conner/ F!Reader One Shot

Sort of Yandere?

My first one shot! (I believe that's what it's called anyway. Or is it an imagine?) I'm currently hyper-fixated on DBH so I need to get it out of my system. This is pretty much just slapped together and not planned out at all.

"What are you listening to?"

"Can't you just fucking leave me alone? I'm trying to get this report written so I can leave!" Gavin whined exasperated. He glared at Conner from the corner of his eye. He desperately tried to shield the right side of his face with his hand, hoping the android would take the hint and leave.

"I'm trying to diversify my music choices. It was recommended to me that I ask others what they like to discover my own preferences. If you tell me, I'll leave you alone." Conner negotiated, rubbing his hands together before politely holding them behind his back. He hoped to look innocent and endearing to achieve his goal.

"Why the hell do you even want to listen to music? It's meant to provoke emotion! You know? To make you feel things?" Gavin wasn't even sure why he was entertaining the conversation at this point. What good was arguing with him if he always had a comeback locked and loaded?

"That's exactly what I'm hoping to achieve." He countered and cocked his head.

"I'm not even listening to music. It's a podcast."

"I have not listened to any podcasts yet. What is it about?"

He decided it was best to just give up and slammed his phone down on the desk. Conner leaned over and read what was on the screen: 'Myrtoalett'. It translated to 'Bog Toilet' in Swedish and the cover was of a crucified fetus. "Interesting. I'll come back to you and give you my feedback once I've finished listening." He turned to head back to his own desk conjoined with Hank's who was currently passed out in his chair.

"Please don't." Gavin murmured, "And good luck! There's, like, 400 episodes!"

Skimming roughly through articles and the basic summary of the podcast, he found that it was a talk show that covered serial killers, murders, and the paranormal. There were three hosts: Jeremy Tompson, Elias Rask, and Y/N. He decided he'd listen once he made it home with Hank.

To say the least, Conner was hooked. Every free moment he had that didn't require his full attention was spent listening to Myrtoalett. He struggled with finding the humor in some of the hosts' jokes and found some conversations a little too vulgar and distasteful, but actually paying attention to details of old cases despite already having a vast knowledge of them was very addicting to him. It brought a strange amount of satisfaction to him to anticipate where the case would go next and hearing every little disgusting detail of how serial killers enacted their murders. He took enjoyment in ignoring any previous knowledge he had about axe murderers or famous killers and just immersing himself in the stories. The comradery amongst the hosts was amusing as well, but mostly he found his enjoyment in the podcast from listening to this Y/N girl. There were three distinct roles between the hosts. Jeremy was the main host, went into the episodes with no previous knowledge about the topics, and forced the others to elaborate by asking questions. Elias provided the most comedic relief and went into in-depth conspiracy theory rants. Y/N was the main researcher. She seemingly spent weeks researching the topics they spoke about and mainly talked the most. He admired the dedication she had to finding each and every detail, no matter how minuscule. Conner thought she'd make a good detective and her story telling skills enraptured him. Her voice was soothing no matter how gruesome the topic and perfectly dictated the feelings you should have. Oh? The final victim of the Toy Box Killer is escaping? He felt like he was on the edge of his seat. A soldier is retelling his experiences from the Edwood Experiments? He was horrified. Police were describing what the inside of Ed Kemper's house was like? He was intrigued. JonBenet Ramsey's father discovered her corpse? There needed to be justice! This was exactly what he was looking for in discovering new media! Finding something that would evoke new emotions for him to discover since his deviancy.

It wasn't just her story telling that intrigued him, but the fact that she gave out such little details about her life compared to the other hosts. Rarely did she indulge the listeners in personal aspects of her life. It irritated him to no end to listen to Jeremy and Elias speak about their upbringings or what serial killers were from their state and knowing nothing about Y/N! He couldn't help himself but to look into her more. There was nothing wrong with that, right? She was a celebrity! Their podcast had a pretty big following. It was only natural that there would be so much information about her on the internet! It wasn't a crime to have access to what everyone else did! Looking into her criminal record using his access from DPD wasn't wrong either. With how much knowledge she had about criminals, it was possible that she herself was a criminal! There was nothing wrong with just making sure she wasn't! It was his job to keep people safe and ask questions when necessary. It didn't help that she was the only female on the show and was often compared to the female victims of murderers! He needed to keep what tabs he could on her and make sure fans didn't get any funny ideas! It wasn't smart for them to put thoughts like that into people's heads.

It wasn't long before his life revolved around the podcast. It wasn't long before he had listened through each and every episode and consumed every piece of media he could find about it. It wasn't long until he felt absolutely empty waiting for a new episode to be released. One episode a week wasn't enough for him. What was supposed to keep him occupied besides the one hour of entertainment he got on Saturdays. What was he supposed to do when they took breaks for holidays and vacations? Relistening to old episodes was the only thing he could do. What was he supposed to feel if Y/N wasn't there to tell him what to feel?

The longer he spent obsessed with the show, the more his emotions became twisted. His sick fascination with serial killers only deepened. It wasn't sick, right? He wasn't the one making a whole show about it! He wasn't the one talking about people who built entire structures and hotels to rape and kill victims! He wasn't the one that made jokes about Y/N being trapped in a basement, all tied up, being forced to have things done to her without her consent. He didn't have those thoughts. He didn't have those feelings of excitement and thrill at the idea of holding her down and having complete control over her. He didn't.

He didn't fantasize about being the one to save her from a murderer or a kidnapper. He didn't.

He didn't think about finding where she lived and going to her house. He didn't

He didn't think about finding out her schedule and 'accidentally' running into her at the coffee shop she loved. He didn't.

He didn't think about the best ways to impress her.

He didn't daydream about her every waking moment.

He didn't think about what it'd feel like to hold her lovingly.

He didn't think about what she'd feel like in his arms. Writhing and screaming.

He didn't.

[ghoastixx]

Hey,

do you still write for Hannibal Lecter? If you, could you write a yanderw Hannibal x fem!nurse one-shot, where she was one of the few nice people in the hospital. She helped him/showed sympathy for the way Chilton was treating him. After he broke out, he searches for her, but she is still a little afraid of him.(maybe with nsfw?)

Hannibal x fem!nurse reader

Synopsis above

Notes: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!! I'm so excited to write for this??? I am hyper fixating HARD on all of the Hannibal series right now.. movies, show, and I'm waiting to get the books. Currently I'm still on season one of the show. I'm so happy to write this!? I probably won't do nsfw in this because my account is a relatively safe place for minors, but I will do kissing and teasing etc. Just not straight smut. But thank you so much for requesting!??!?!

Author's note: I have never written for Hannibal before so I'm sorry if this isn't very well done. By the request mentioning he's already locked away and he gets out, I'm going to write this as "The Silence of the Lambs" time line, which is great because it's my personal favorite of the Hannibal movies.

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You..are quite the interesting thing.. aren't you? You work in this hospital full of crazy people, you tend to them, hell you care for them. You treat them with humanity. Why do you do it? Don't you understand where you are? Who these people are? Maybe you're too innocent, little lamb. Or maybe you are just too stupid and naive to understand.

Hannibal thought you were interesting. He watched with sharp eyes as you worked, as he waited his turn in your presence.

"Come on Lecter, you're up." A guard mumbles as he walked him in. With the guards around and the doctor's muzzle on, his hands restrained.. no one viewed him a threat at the moment.

As he was walked in, his eyes fell on you again. You were putting away bandages and rags, working quietly.

"Ma'am," The guard spoke up, causing you to turn and look at the pair.

"yes, sorry- please sit him down on my table." You finished what you were doing as you walked over, the guard standing in the corner. Not getting in your way.

"Doctor Hannibal Lecter, am I right?" Your words were soft as they fell from your lips. Something he was not used to.

"Yes. You are?"

"Nurse L/N. You may call me Y/N. Less formal, but more comfortable." You smiled as you checked a clipboard. "So, you have hurt your arm, doctor? Can you tell me what happened?"

"Cut it on the tray passing notes with a detective."

"I see," You mutter as you lift his arm. Your skin is soft..if only he couldn't smell the metal of his muzzle.. he can only imagine what you would smell like...taste like. "I understand your 'room' is made of glass.. so your tray is pure metal.. yes, I see how this could cut you." The way you called his cell a room instead of what it was was curious to him.

"More of a cage than anything," He states as he watches you gather materials. "Are you going to stitch me up, nurse?" You hummed as you walked back over.

"Yes, hold together the wound. It will be less likely to get infected.. But you probably already knew that-" You answered sheepishly. So you knew of his past and what he used to do for profession. You didn't diminish his knowledge. He liked that. "Please tell me if it's hurting you. I can give you pain killers." And you began. You worked with precision. You weren't sloppy with your work, it seems you actually cared about healing his arm.

"Thank you, nurse." he would say once you were done.

"You're very welcome, doctor Lecter. I will see you in two weeks to take the stitches out. Until then, the guards will supply you with painkillers to try and help with the irritation." Very polite.

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He didn't think much of the encounter with you, not with agent Starling trying to get information out of him. Doctor Chilton had been holding the pain killers hostage, claiming he didn't deserve them as some sort of torment. He didn't have reason to think about the mere nurse.

That was until he heard footsteps coming down the hallway with coos and catcalls. Disgusting behavior, he thought. How they treated agent Starling was disappointing. This was his thought until he noticed that the woman who stopped infant of his cell was not agent Starling, but a nurse instead..You.

"Hello Doctor Lecter," your sweet voice was pleasant to his ears.

"Nurse Y/N," he remembered, "It has not yet been two weeks."

"Yes, I am very aware. But it was recently brought to my attention that Doctor Chilton has not been giving you the pain killers I proscribed. I am very sorry, Doctor Lecter. I was not aware until now," You spoke, as you pushed the pills into the tray with a small cup of water. He looked at them and then took a step closer to the glass, breathing deeply.

"You wear a sweet scented lotion, flowery perfume. Citrus shampoo." You looked up at him a little sheepishly.

"Ah- yes. I like..sweeter smells.. I suppose." Hannibal looked down at the pills you had come all this way to give him before he took them. They were mediocre, of course. Not enough to overdose on.

"Thank you, nurse Y/N. You are a very kind soul. Tell me, do you know why I am in here?"

"Well- yes, doctor Lecter. I am aware."

"Then why have you treated me with such kindness?"

"You're still a human, are you not? You have done despicable things, but I would not feel right letting you suffer under my watch."

As you left, he heard the disgusting things thrown at you from men down the way.

He decided right then that you were worth keeping around.

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Hannibal waited patiently to see you again. You never came back with the pills again, they were now delivered regularly by a male guard. The two week mark came by when he was allowed to see you again. He asked you questions as you worked. He wanted to get to know you. Wanted to know what made you tick. And blessed you.. you answered every question oh so sweetly.

You, of course, didn't think much of these interactions at all. You were in you apartment one evening, pouring some water in a glass. It had been a particularly tense day at the hospital since the Buffalo Bill attacks were so avid in your mind. Everything had been fine until you had gotten a phone call stating Doctor Lecter's escape. You were worried of course. He was a dangerous man, who knew what he could do and would do to people while he was roaming the world, free of his cage?

These thoughts plagued your mind as you watched the water flow into the glass. You pulled yourself away from your thoughts when you heard a chair being pulled out from behind you. You turned around, quickly turning the water off, to see Doctor Lecter, wearing civilian clothes and his mouth still stained red.

"Hello, nurse Y/N." His accent as charming as ever. He smiled as he watched you pale, shrinking back, pressing yourself against the sink. "Now now- do not scream. I am not here to hurt you."

Thinking quickly, you threw the glass of water at him as you turned to the phone, picking it up and dialing with trembling hands. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist rather gently, pulling the phone away and throwing it to the other room. It fell with a smash. He was covered in the water you had thrown as he looked at you, "Can't have you calling for reinforcements. Not after I made the risky journey back to visit you."

"Please- please don't hurt me- I'll do whatever you want-" You were scared, of course you were. He put his hand on your cheek, caressing it.

"I'm not going to hurt you, angel. You have been so good to me." He leaned down and his lips brushed your face, which made you shiver. "It's alright to be afraid of me. I know." He mumbled as he touched your hair. Seemingly fascinated and love bombing you. "You're a good girl, are you not?"

You nod weakly. Terrified.

"Good. We'll make sure you stay that way. Yeah?"

You were his now. And there was no going back.

[argentiluver]

“For you are the Fairest of Them All…” | Argenti x Jealous! Reader - Honkai: Star Rail

A/N: I’m so hyper-fixated on him, that I literally turned my whole blog Argenti-themed. When I tell you, I see the light whenever I look at this man (I don’t even have him)

How did you and Argenti exactly get into a relationship? You had no clue, and neither did anyone else—it was a complete mystery that was sort of odd yet sweet in a way to many…Perhaps it was his sweetness, he always had a way with his charm.

You were just the least person anyone really expected to begin dating Argenti, and get him to believe you were the Aeon of Beauty; Idrila themself. Especially since you were described to be a clutz and terrible with lines, and you were even a little jealous of Argenti for how pretty and sweet he was. You even went as far as sending him envious stares, glaring daggers into the back of his head, and trying to avoid him.

Yet somehow, you found yourself the target of the Knight of Beauty’s admiration as he’d hold your palms close to his chest and peck each one of your fingers, going on poetry-like rants about your undying beauty and “loving” demeanor while you were practically in disbelief + flustered.

Not like you were exactly complaining…As much as you’d never admit it.

You still tried to avoid him though, much to Argenti’s dismay, but he never gave up, being as persistent as ever! You can snap and shoot any insults towards him all you want, and he’d only respond with sweet nothings to the point your face grows red with both anger and embarrassment. You even began to think he was only doing this out of spite…! Like honestly, this man even once carried you bridal style all around just because you had sprained your ankle.

“Leave me be already, Argenti—I don’t want your rose, just go give it to someone else...” You’d grumble out, eye twitching while you tried to sound as polite as possible without losing it, turning away in annoyance. Argenti, meanwhile, was attempting to give you a beautiful rose while kneeling in-front of you on one knee as if he were proposing (thank aeons he wasn’t), roses for some reason always surrounding him.

Seriously, was this man a Disney princess in disguise or did he just have some special ability where roses follow him everywhere he goes that he never told anyone about?

You were startled with a grunt however when Argenti suddenly gently grabbed you by your chin with his gloved hand, forcing you to face his warm expression as he held the rose out to you, tilting your chin up to face him.

“There is no one else who could fit the beauty of this rose other than you in my heart. Please, just allow me to offer you this token as a way to express my affection and deep love for you…” He uttered in his deep yet regal voice to the one person he believes to be Idrila, emerald eyes gazing into your own as his free hand held your chin, and the other held the crimson rose.

You were stunned at his sweet words however, now being smacked in the face with a reminder on why you were even jealous of him in the first place. The fact everything he was saying was nothing but the truth didn’t help—well other than him thinking you’re the Aeon of Beauty.

At the same time, you couldn’t find it in yourself to rain down on his gentle aura so you could only huff and quietly accept his gift, cheeks tinted a small shade of red.

It frustrated you. Just what did he like about you? Why did he stay around you? Why did he…Love you? All you did was show pure hatred for him, and yet he still stayed. He was gorgeous and you…You were just you, there was nothing special about you—just why won’t he let you hate him? It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to make you fall for him?

His sweet, sweet touch always made you melt in his arms despite your inner-resistance. His nonstop, flattering compliments turned you into honey as he gave you the praise you truly deserved, and—oh, those gentle kisses he pecks upon your face and hands, all while staring into your eyes lovingly.

It was obvious your envy towards him was slowly beginning to come to an end; your glares falling into soft smiles, jealous stares faltering into loving one’s, and avoidance turning into clinginess.

There was no reason to be so angry or jealous either way, Argenti believes you’re just as pretty as him—no not just that, prettier than him as he worships you with all his might. Those who think against it have no mean to him. In Argenti’s eyes, you were like the fairest of them all…Even if you weren’t really Idrila.

“Look at me, My Beauty…”

You would feel Argenti whisper in your ear as you were sat in his lap, head resting against his armored chest with his arms wrapped firmly yet gently around you as to not squeeze you too tight. He even smelled good too…Like roses, pun-intended.

Without a word, you felt the knight—the knight that you once wished you were—lean in and press his soft lips against yours, his lingering kiss a clear sign of his sincere love and devotion for you as he kissed you like you were a fragile crystal he was holding. You found yourself kissing back just as gently, a little stiff in the beginning however before you relaxed.

“My Beauty…” Argenti then murmured against your lips, breaking the kiss and gazing into your eyes, “Your beauty resembles that of a goddess, perfect in every way to where the sun shines brighter when it spots you…” He praises you, kissing every one of your fingers as he held you close.

“For you, are the Fairest of them All…”

It’s almost 6:00 where I am, and my eyes are slowly falling asleep 😞 but I hope many people liked this! I feel like I added too much tbh 😭

[r0-boat]

please. pleasw give me nsfw headcanons for jacq. i love that silly man

Oh man I was going to do headcanon for this guy but I forgot thank you for reminding me!

Jacq sfw & Nsfw headcanons

Sfw

encouraging which is weird because His sense of humor is self-deprecation, but he'll get mad at you if you do it to yourself.

Extremely clumsy, he'll be trying to impress you and then stub his toe, or after baking you something he'll immediately drop it. Forget about papers as soon as he puts them away. Walk into a room then forget why he's here.

Sends you random pictures of random things when he's bored with little to no context. Yeah he has the Gen Z humor.

Extremely sweet Boyfriend btw, super polite. He does have his tired 'I'm going to spam you with the same meme' Gremlin moments, but most of the time he's very relaxed and easy-going.

Texting Jacq is very different from in person Jacq that's like the best way I can describe it.

Extremely impatient if you tell him that you have a surprise for him he will think about it all day.

forgetful, so he always carries around a notepad or sticky notes but he just forgets those too : (.forgets to eat for several hours because he's extremely hyper fixated on his work. Please help this man he's in trouble.

Genuinely very curious, when he wants to know something he'll make sure he knows everything about it. Which makes his brain full of absolutely useless information that he doesn't need. So he'll just tell you randomly.

"baby! Did you know-"

Is a nerd and has alot of game/anime t-shirts

Nsfw below

Don't bully him. He will cum. Huge degradation kink.

Loves being degraded, but he'll praise you, physically can't degrade you back. Every time he tries it just melts into mindless praising.

Jacq has a high sex drive. He's just really good at hiding it. He tries not to think dirty thoughts about him sliding himself inside of you or you bending him over the table when he's at work because once your naked form is on his mind, he won't stop himself; suddenly, he'll have piles of Unfinished work.

Closet perv too. Listen, this man is thinking some really horny, kinky thoughts. Like I said he's really good at hiding it. You probably won't even notice until he tells you how much he thinks about you milking his cock dry with your hand. He's surprised that you're surprised; to him, he was being obvious.

he'll definitely leave you surprised when he asks you to sit on his lap, and look in the mirror, and watch as he bounces you on his cock.

He's so shy his first night with you, he gives you a small smile asking if you would like to try something for him. You smile back saying "yes my dear anything~" your soul leaves your body when you see something metal around your wrists

Switch he wants to feel himself deep inside of you as much as the next dom, but most of his fantasies come from you domming him, that doesn't mean he doesn't think about doing kinky dirty stuff with you. He is less willing to share his fantasies and Kinks. As much as he loves the idea of you crawling under his desk in his office and giving him head highly unlikely that he's actually going to try it. People still think he's a shy virgin and he rather keep it that way.

When he dirty talks it's mostly all talk because he's afraid that you might not like it when he actually does it to you.

Phone Jacq strikes again ( maybe it's because he's so much more comfortable behind a screen). When he's really horny and away from you, he'll start sexting the most heinous stuff to you.

LOVES seeing you in his oversized shirts, ;)

Infodumps after sex lol

[theysaidhush]

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Chapter 2: Never meet your idol.

Tic. Tock.

It was the only sound in the otherwise empty room Athéna was sitting in. She was vaguely - to not say hyper - aware of the place she was in. It was Bang Christopher Chan's studio. As in, the leader of Stray Kids, the hot topic between the trainees who aspired to be just like him. Successful.

And she was no exception to the rule. He was a role model and she quite enjoyed some of their musics. She wouldn't call herself a Stay, though, regarding the fact that she was lacking in the 'know-your-idols' department. She knew their names, their position, and that they were hot as hell. Like everyone she stumbled across them in JYP's corridor, greeted them politely. But she was another face, she didn't expect them to recognize her.

Muffled voice interrupted her train of thought and she looked up from the expensive equipment on the desk before the couch, her mouth still slightly agape at the mere idea of the cost of those things.

Saying that she was nervous would be an understatement - she was almost vibrating due to her nervousness and the anxious back and forth motion that her legs were making in front of her, as if it had its own mind. But the sight of Stray Kids' manager - that she met a few times before to discuss her stay in the group - was enough to ease her worry. A bit.

Another silhouette followed him into the room. Smaller, but broader. There he was. The famous, friendly and attractive Aussie public known as Chan. She was delighted. She was frightened. She was looking expectant.

"Miss."

Only for one of her role model to ignore her ans sit on the chair. The producer's chair. The master's chair. It was fitting him well enough.

"Hi! Nice to meet you, my name is Athéna and I'm looking forward to working with you!"

Her outburst and bubbly giggles at the sight of their little jump almost made Chan regret his decision. Almost.

"Nice to meet you to."

Again, Chan did not utter a word. The young woman was looking thoroughly at his facial features and expression. He was tired, that much she could tell, but it was actually the only thing she could tell. He was good at looking at the ceiling with a blank face. He must have been practicing to be that good. It was admirable, since Athéna herself could not do such thing. She was 'an open book' - her friend's words, not hers.

"Do you have the contract? Did you read it, as instructed?"

She hummed in a sing-song toned and carefully, with both hands, handed the stack of papers to the man cladded in a suit. It was such a formal outfit for something so... basic. Since he was busy reading through the documents, she took the opportunity to take a better look at the man who would be his manager in a matter of days.

His apparence was not fancy looking at all, despite the fact that he was wearing a suit. Her eyes trailed over his whole body - in a respectful way, thank you very much, and her eyes scrutinized his shirt during a whole minute. Something was bothering her. Why did she not considered him as being dress 'fancily' despite the fact that he was wearing the whole attire of the business man.

And it clicked! Her mouth open, forming a small round shape as she laid back on the couch, her round eyes trailing toward the ceiling. His shirt was not ironed - in fact it was a bit wrinkled here and there, but she was no one to judge.

Tic. Tock.

"How well can you talk in Korean?"

"Like a high schooler. With lot of slangs and all, that's the first thing you memorize when you learn a language." she chipped, her eyes darting toward the flickering light of Chan's phone. Was he playing a game?

Well he wasn't anymore. His and the manager's eyes were fixated on her, a bit unsettled at the way she was behaving. She was being questioned about her future, wasn't it important enough for her to just answer politely and appropriately? Not that she was impolite anyway, her talk was just a bit...unusual.

"They said that I'll have to take classes. I mean, I definitely see where they're coming from, not gonna lie. But they could have been nicer about it!"

She was on the verge of whining but hold her composure. They were questioning her about her future, so she had to behave. And she was trying really hard! To the point that she was quite proud of herself.

"The higher ups?" The manager asked, flipping through the last page of the contract. At that, Chan's head perked up from his game - yes he do was playing Flappy Bird, she would recognize that bird anywhere. She hates that game. It requires a patience that she can't have.

"Yes. They're not very talkative. They say lot of things. Little that I understand and even little more that I want to understand." she answered vaguely, her voice dropping an octave and her usual cheerful voice disappearing for a minute.

"Your Korean is not that bad. But you couldn't hold a conversation."

"Am I not?"

It flew past her lips before she could even stop it. It wasn't mean, sarcastic, ironic or such thing - which surprised Chan, who had tighten his grip around his phone before looking up at her dumbfounded face. She seemed genuine. Like she really wanted to hear the answer to her question. Or she was dumb. Or playing dumb. And she was good at it.

Mean thoughts, mean thoughts!

Chan wouldn't allow himself to be mean to someone just because he was upset. It was a big no no. Yet, he stil find himself attached to his phone the very first minute he entered the room. The minute his eyes landed on her face he had wanted to scream, yell his lungs out and break a thing or two; and he wasn't a violent man - now imagine if he was.

As if putting a female in their group wasn't enough, she had to be a foreigner. God bless the foreigner, he wasn't racist either. She could have been asian, it was almost the bare minimum to debut in a K-pop group - or at least hope to. But she had big, round, wavering eyes flitting from thing to another in a matter of seconds. They put a damn female in his, in their group, and she was a foreigner.

It was the reason he was trying so hard to beat his own record at flappy bird - but it seems like this bird is too stupid to go beyond eleven pillars, and he's even more upset now. He did not wanted to lash out on her, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to her either.

"I mean -" the manager fidgeted on his seat, trying to pick up the next words carefully, she was a smartass, and he did not want to be upset over such a topic "You couldn't hold a conversation about music, could you ? Like, explaining in details why you chose to do a thing over another thing - artistic choice."

"Oh." Athéna nodded before agreeing, "No I couldn't."

"That's why you'll take Korean classes."

"Okay!"

Scratch that, she wasn't a smartass. She was just a bit lost - and maybe high on life.

"Anything else you want to discuss?"

"Hum."

Tic. Tock.

As she was, once again, looking at the ceiling, raking her brain for any questions of any remarks she wanted to make, the manager - she should really ask for his name, nudge Chan with his elbow and gave him the document with a sharp glare meaning 'read it'.

The latter hold back a huff but eventually opened the first page, wanting to get it done fast.

Yellow! Green! Orange!

Chan's eyes got attacked by the amount of post-it stuck here and there, at every corner and on every page. He screw up his eyes, trying to get a better look at the messy writing hidden among drawings of puppies and kittens. But he eventually managed not to get lost in the pet's haven and his brows furrowed at the words written on the paper. He expected it to be small notes about things she wanted to point out or questions that was running in circles in her mind but it was none of that. He was overwhelmed by the huge amount of vocabulary words translated in... well another language. Now, on top of being upset, he was feeling concerned for the girl absentmindedly playing with the hem of her sweater.

"Did you translate all of that by yourself?"

"Yes. It took me some time actually. I'm way better at talking Korean than reading it and there was lot of words that I did know, just not said that politely, if it makes sense?"

Chan did not answer and his gaze flickered for a second towards her rocking legs before going back to the contract.

"Are you sure that you understood all of it?"

"Well, I hope WordReference did."

How could she be so - so uncaring about the whole situation! The Australian was beyond upset but he did not knew exactly why. Was it because she was not giving a fuck about the predicament she was putting them in? Was he mad at those damn shareholder for not giving her the appropriate tools to understand such thing as an employment contract? Or was it because a small part of him - the green part he hated so much, was a bit envious at her? She was so easy-going.

"Do you think they'll make me cut my hair if I say that it doesn't grow well after being cut?"

"I - I don't know?"

Tic. Tock.

"Do you think they'll force me to eat chicken breast for a whole week if I ate a burger the day before?"

"Maybe?"

Chan wanted to save his discountenanced manager, he really did. But the two words in front of him were taunting him. Inked in the paper, with Athéna's signature just under it. Sealed in fate. Now, he was sure that they were trying to fuck them up.

Duration of the contract: One year.

"That's so dumb."

And the French woman's gaze turned toward her future leader's face, contorted with a smile. But not a happy one. And as he rose his eyes to meet hers - for the first time since he crossed the door, she felt like a ice bucket as been thrown at her, and that said bucket hit her right in the head. There was a saying...

His rage was swimming in his eyes like snakes in a pond; and the clock stopped ticking.

Oh, she remembers it now: never meet your idol.

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=⭒ Chapter 3

[pokemenlovingmen]

I've come on my hands and knees begging for some reader loving on some autistic submas, just a reader that loves these boys with all the quirks and hyper fixations included. A reader who understands the need to shake of that excess energy with some good hand flapping and loves to listen to hour long rants about the boys special interests (especially Ingo, that man WILL go on for hours if you let him, bb pls breath)

- 🐗 anon

PLEASE??? I need more positivity loving autism for autism, the good, the bad and the ugly. Sorry if these are a little short, I feel like a lot of headcanons here can overlap so I tried to find the specifics that I could.

Submas with male reader who loves their autistic traits!

Emmet

⚪ - He's happy you never force him to talk! Emmet goes nonverbal pretty frequently, not to say he doesn't want to talk. He wishes he was as verbose as his brother, because he does have a lot to say, but oh well. You always make him feel heard even if he isn't actually making any noise!

⚪ - If you live with him, things might be a little disorganized. He's more of a tactile stimmer and he'll do it with anything. If it isn't nailed down, he'll probably pick it up and start fiddling with it. Don't leave tools out. Usually he'll put those things down himself, though, shaking his head and saying "I am Emmet. And you need to keep this hammer away from me."

⚪ - You're all ears on the rare occasion he does talk a lot, which in a way only excites him more. He talks more and more the progressively more excited he gets and only gets more excited when he glances your way and sees you actually paying attention to him!

⚪ - If you are also an autistic or just generally stimmy person, you'll stim together! If he sees you stimming he'll start too. You're excited, why shouldn't he be, too?

⚪ - The number one most sympathetic person if you also go nv on him. He affords you every ounce of the kindness and respect you give him.

⚪ - He also just appreciates that you like him. Fact of the matter is, you really have to look a certain way, have certain interests, to be an autistic person afforded any respect and kindness. Emmet, and his brother too, neither of them are what people consider "cute" autistic people. He's a white-haired grown man in an elaborate costume with a cheshire smile and bizarre speech patterns. He expects not to be liked, expects not to be taken seriously, but you treat him as an equal and that matters. A lot.

⚪ - You never infantilize him and he's so grateful. Sometimes you need to slow things down in certain areas for him, or ask him to slow down in other spots, and you're always polite about it. You never speak for him, always ask first, and most importantly to Emmet, you never assume he doesn't understand things. He couldn't be happier with a man like you.

Ingo

⚫- You listen to him? You listen to him!! He talks so much, people often check out. But you listen! He's over the moon when you ask him questions about the subways or his favorite Pokemon he's been talking about, because that not only means you're listening, but that you're interested! Questions are his love language, strange as it is, but those tell him what he's saying to you matters.

⚫- He's more prone to external meltdowns than his brother. And you have his constant gratitude for never being embarrassed about him, you swiftly escort him out of places of high stress and are there as he decompresses.

⚫- Ingo is really thankful you don't have any expectations on him to react or even just emote certain ways. Pretty much all of the autistic flat effect got heaped on him and he's spent a lot of time, and I mean a lot of time, stressing about reacting the right way or feeling self conscious about how he's always frowning and people can't tell what he's thinking. But you know Ingo enough to know when he's happy even if his face doesn't say it.

⚫- I think generally he worries he embarrasses you, maybe with his behavior, or his looks, or the way he talks. That being said he always lights up when you reassure him of the contrary. Especially for someone who interacts with so many people on a day-to-day basis, he gets anxious that he looks unapproachable or even a bit ugly, so it means the world to him when you tell him you love his quirky little catlike frown, or the ways his eyes just shine when he's excited even if not much else changes facially.

⚫- Between him and his brother, I think Ingo concerned himself a lot more with masking. Both of them did it, of course, but Emmet is both more confident and he also has the image of "the happy one", so Ingo feels particularly self conscious about his stims. He doesn't do it often, even if you encourage him to relax a bit and not stress himself out about masking. He's masked for so long and so often he's almost ironed out stims from his life completely. That being said he does still stim occasionally, usually hand flapping, and he's glad you don't make a big deal out of it or draw attention to it. Ingo isn't sure he'll ever feel comfortable stimming like his brother can, but around you, it feels normal. And it's nice to feel normal.

⚫- He prefers it if you let him initiate touch, but also appreciates it when you lean into it and reciprocate. He just prefers to initiate, which he's glad you respect, because his touch-positive and touch-averse days come and go sort of at random.

⚫- Even better connections with him will form if some of your special interests overlap! He can indulge and rant for hours and hours and hours if you are there to enjoy his interests with him.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

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hi you are literally my favorite fanfic author and I love your writing and characterizations so much!!

Hiii thank you, you are too kind!! I’m so glad you like my works!!

(Also if y’all have preferences as to fandom with this ask game let me know. If you’re not on anon I usually try to figure out what fandom you’re following me from so that way you aren’t getting a response about a fandom you’re not a part of but if you have a request from a fandom I’ve written for before I’ll do my best to pick an unwritten fic from that fandom. Absent direction we’ll go with Jujutsu Kaisen for this one since I’m hyper fixated on that right now)

Fic where Fushiguro is unleashed into junpeis school like an invasive super predator.

Yuuji accidentally sees Junpei’s cigarette burns from the bullying while he’s hanging out at his house. And he’s instantly like Come To Jujutsu High This Is No Longer A Murder Investigation It Is Now A Recruitment You Are My Boy Now And Forever Ijichi This Is Junpei Hes Getting In The Car Too Junpei You Are Getting In The Car Too and he gently kidnaps junpei away to the school. He's so damn nice about the kidnapping that everyone cooperates with it. He's just that lovely of a guy.

Nanami: I’m sorry did you not only tell our prime suspect about the investigation but also bring him with you to the school

Yuuji: you don’t have all the facts

Nanami: which are?

Yuuji: I love him

The thing is that Yuuji sweeping him up to the school with him butterfly effects it so that way they discover sukunas finger before his mom is killed by a curse. This also means that Mahitos in the wind and they’re still trying to lure him out. Gojo and Nanami think that Junpei as bait will work, but Yuuji refuses to let him go back to a school where he’s getting hurt alone That’s His Boy Now.

At this point Gojo decides that he can instigate the funniest deep cover mission of his career and says that fushiguro is PERFECT for this job.

He will not explain why.

Yuuji, bouncing with excitement: what do I say to him I haven’t seen him since I got my heart ripped out and died in front of him

Junpei: wait what

Yuuji: I’m so excited

Junpei: go back to the heart thing can we go back to the heart thing

Fushiguro is pulled for a deep cover mission and gets the fun, confetti filled surprise that it’s with his dead best friend.

There’s a lot of shouting.

He refuses to do anything until Kugisaki is brought in too and told yuuji is alive, are you fucking kidding.

There is more shouting.

Now all three of them are going undercover in Junpeis school as a protection detail, ostensibly against mahito but really, it’s because of the bullies. Yuuji has Marked Them For Death. That’s His Boy Forever And Always. He’s only known Junpei for a day but if Anything Happens To Junpei He Will Kill Everyone In This Room And Then Himself.

and so the Junpei Protection Squad is born.

THEIR PLAN IS THUS:

They don’t care about their records. This is a deep cover mission. They go to fucking wizard school. They’re taking junpei in the divorce. There are no consequences for their actions. They can and will cut loose over his safety.

If anyone so much as looks at him weird Yuuji and Kugisaki will descend on them like vengeful gods and kick their fucking ass.

Meanwhile fushiguro will remove junpei, who they’re so happy is here junpei we’re all SO HAPPY you’re in the squad now, from the situation and summon a dog for him for love and happiness. Junpei Fushiguro can summon dogs at will they know it’s the sickest fucking power ever it’s so cool.

That’s it that’s the plan there are no further details to the plan.

The thing is while Fushiguro is the angry emo child of them all, he’s also weirdly the politest of them all? Like, if they’re taking down a purse snatcher, yuuji and Kugisaki are the ones wrestling them to the ground while fushiguro is politely returning the bag. They dont think he has it in him for delinquency. he's just a polite dude even if he's an angry one. he's very organized. he reads nonfiction for fun. he's not a delinquent. He will be in charge of leaving the scene with Junpei so he doesn’t have to become a Delinquent like them.

Fushiguro, who has figured out that gojo pulled him for this mission because he was the most notorious delinquent for thirty miles in middle school: *sweating*

THE ISSUE IS THUS:

Kugisaki and Yuuji are bad at this

They are completely inexperienced in delinquency and it shows

Dear fucking god the incompetence

What do you MEAN you threw down the gauntlet to some bullies and then let junpei go to the bathroom ALONE

Oh god he has to do everything around here doesn’t he

Junpeis trying his best. He actually feels really weird about this all. On one hand he has friends and is going to wizard school after this? On the other hes the embodiment of an angry schnauzer and doesn’t vibe with being a princess in a tower. But also he’s cornered by like five guys twice his size and doesn’t have a huge amount of options to defend himself. This is when the Squad arrives.

The thing is that one of the bullies cornering him presently was a bully in Fushiguro's middle school, for all of ten minutes, because Fushiguro kicked the ass of every bully in the area and forcibly installed his own regime of peace like an angry sea urchin. The reaction of seeing Fushiguro here, with him well within punching distance, while he's fucking with someone who is apparently a personal friend of Fushiguro Megumi is around the kind of reaction that someone would have during the Resurrection when 72 hours previous they were the guy holding the hammer and nails. he apologizes profusely, cries hard enough to pass out, and has to call his mom to come pick him up. He immediately drops out of that school and is never heard from again.

It makes an impression.

Yuuji: :o

Kugisaki: :o

Fushgiuro: *sweating* we're late for math

This basically is enough on its own to signal a struggle for dominance within the school's bully hierarchy that fushiguro doesn't actually want to be a part of. The sister he never once mentioned before this moment is going to be sad at him if she finds out he did this again. he's trying not to do this again. his sister will be SAD.

But also his delinquent instincts run deep and he succumbs before lunch is over. Fuck it he's returning to his delinquency days and taking over the school. Kugisaki stop filming this.

And Yuuji and Kugisaki would help but somehow it was decided by the rumor mill that they + junpei were Fushguro's mob wives (Yuuji Climbed On Top Of Him and pressed his forehead directly to fushiguro's and said "fushiguro fushiguro what are they talking about what did you DO to them" and everyone decided that he had to be a mob wife to not get his ass kicked for this and Junpei and Kugisaki were picked up by the rumor mill due to proximity) and this is quite frankly the funniest fucking thing that's ever happened to them. actually you know what? YES. they are his mob wives. they are each other's mob wives too. They're living a slice of life student anime bliss while fushiguro is getting in fights behind the school three times a day minimum. they love being mob wives. there's so much power and so little effort and endless potential to tease fushiguro with. they're taking videos for future blackmail.

Of course Mahito eventually has an entire attack, but he puts his filthy bitch hands on fushiguro and sukuna immediately rocks his shit so hard that the curse is simply Blitzed in a matter of seconds.

and then Sukuna has to cover up the fact that he's willing to protect fushiguro so he pretends that this is just a capricious whim because Mahito was annoying and has to save everyone to cover it up. He can be helpful sometimes. Ohhh look at him he's soooo helpful you know what just shut the fuck up and be grateful. he hates all of you.

Kugisaki: so are we going to talk about it

Fushiguro: under no circumstances no

kugisaki: okay but that was WEIRD right

Fushiguro, hasn't been this distressed since the last time he had to deal with sukuna: stop talking about it

Junpei, who no one told about sukuna, has had a long day: sorry who was that. why did he rip off his shirt.

[imagine-silk]

Moon Knight w/ Autistic s/o

Sometimes you need to do things for yourself. (Steven Grant + Marc Spector)

Hyper-Fixation

Steven is all for it. If it is about Egypt he can tell you everything you could ever want to know and it is delicious. Ask any question and he can answer and pull out all the books he has that are well loved and covered in notes. If it's about literally anything else he'll ask about it and let you talk it out knowing you'll figure out more if he questions things. You can always be completely sure he's listening, he'll be cooking with his back turned and he'll perk up and ask what that last thing meant. Marc doesn't understand everything but he tries to. You are more than willing to explain. It's very nice to you because he's not being demeaning or annoyed, he's genuinely confused because he missed something. He at one point said you should probably talk to Steven about it and accidentally upsets you because you think he doesn't want you to talk rather than saying he's not very good at following. You just make it very clear you like talking to him.

Overstimulated in Public

Steven brings you down right then and there. He'll take you aside and cover your ears so you can catch your bearings. If you need pressure he'll hug you. If your eyes hurt he'll get you in better shade and give you sunglasses. He'll squish you in his shirt if it makes you feel better. Every single person who passes by get a look from him; a polite smile to say silently that you were okay or a contemptuous one saying 'fuck you' as overt as it is silent. Marc will find an exit. He knows it will take a good minute to get home because you don't have a car but it's the best place he can handle it. He knows it's a bit harsh, your discomfort varies from woozy to 'I'm about to cry' the whole time. In the flat you are immediately under the covers with an ice-pack before he gets to work. He puts things under the blanket, fidgets, food, headphones, things of that nature. It's a little system. He gives and you throw out the things you don't want. And if you leave your hand out he'll hold it.

Weird and Random Compliments

Steven shines bright and takes it without question. Telling him you like the way his eyes turn a hint of red in fading sunlight is just as hitting as telling him the contrast between his forehead and cheeks are proportioned right. Marc some times feels like he didn't hear you right. He's never thought about how rough his hand are or how that might be desirable. He has more trouble believing it than taking it. He knows you believe it, you just have to reinforce it.

Not Understanding Jokes

Steven and Marc will explain it away from others. In the moment they laugh low so if you don't laugh it's not that weird or they'll tap you if you are making a face. If it's them making the joke and you don't laugh they'll just let it slide knowing it's not personal or a testament to their humor, you didn't get it. They don't explain unless you ask.

I can't get close enough to get the fuck away from me

Steven is a bit touchy. Not overwhelming but he will passively peck you on the cheek regularly. If you're in touchy mode he is more than willing to hug you til you turn blue. If you don't want him to touch you he'll try to go to the other room because he can forget and he doesn't want to just get in your face when you told him no. Marc doesn't go out to his way to touch you but if you're next to him he'll give you a peck. If you're in touchy mode he'll either lay down and be a pillow or carries you on his back while he does his thing. If you don't want him to touch you he just won't. He does hover to make sure you're okay.

[imagine-knb]

i just want to say that i literally love LOVE your blog, thank-you so much for writing for us! <3

for the match up : -

name - cherry

likes - food (italian the most!), art, sports

dislikes - seafood, bugs and i have a bit of trypophobia so dots!

i am someone who likes to try out many things, i can be quite ambiverted though my mbti is entj- but i promise that i'm quite sweet to my friends <3 i have a habit of rambling on sometimes but i can be quite a good listener at times too! i like reading fantasy, thriller and self-help/guidance books and i also prefer to draw/write/play videogames in my free time. i am someone who actually liked going to school (usually), just because it felt more productive to me- as i do have a tendency for procrastination. it's hard for me to get addicted to things, but when i do- i hyper fixate on it until i somehow lose interest in them after sometime (the unfinished drafts are side-eyeing me lol). i asked a few of my friends about my first impression, and they told me that i came off as a sophisticated and polite girl with bookish smarts; their present impression of me is snarky/funny, kind, strong and very guarded (even for them). for some reason i am usually the first friend who people tell their difficulties to even if they might not share all their secrets to me (so i believe that i'm a good advisor on that front)

i try to be nice when i meet people for the first time (but i won't hesitate to be rude if they are)

currently- i am wishing to be more consistent with my work, and join a few sports such as basketball and golf and also manage my time more appropriately.

thanks and have a nice day! <3

Type of Romance

Acquaintances to Lovers

How You Two Met

Himuro had known you through school and, like most people upon first meeting you, thought you were just another studious girl who kept mostly to herself. His social circle didn't bleed over into yours very often, so the two of you rarely interacted.

On the flip side, you also had the impression of him that he was another good looking guy who didn't give girls the time of day. He was smart and calm, also keeping to himself usually if he wasn't with his teammates.

It wasn't until you caught him outside one day, practicing on his own, looking rather frustrated and completely out of character, that the two of you got to know each other better.

The loud curse that had come from Himuro as he missed a shot startled you. You stared at him for a while, watching as he panted heavily, his eyes trained on the way the basketball rolled away from him. As if feeling your eyes boring into his back, he turned to glance in your direction. Having not expected anyone to be outside at this hour, he looked almost surprised to find you.

"Cherry," he greeted. Then, realizing you'd likely witnessed his outburst, Himuro glanced away to break your gaze. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be out here right now. I'm just a bit tired and fed up, I'll try to keep it down."

"No, I..." You trailed off, recognzing the frustration in his tone. It wasn't par for the Himuro you slightly knew and you wondered if there was anything you could do to help. "I, uh... I have some time. Did you want to maybe talk about it?"

How He Fell For You

He hadn't taken you up on the offer the first time you told him you'd lend a listening ear, but that didn't stop you from trying every time you caught Himuro acting just a bit out of character. Eventually, he did accept your offer and you found out that the poker-faced, stoic man who ever girl fell for was just a facade for the passionate and hardworking man underneath.

Similarly, Himuro learned that you were more than just the bookworm he had pegged you to be. He appreciated your helpful nature, but he loved your snark even more. It made him feel more normal that there were other people out there who had more to them than their initial perceived attitudes.

You'd think, with how often he was confessed to, Himuro would know how to do the confessing himself. However...

You'd found him outside again, looking contemplative. He was seated on a bench, fingers threaded together while his hands lay in his lap. His thumbs were fidgeting and his eyes were fixated on the movement, lost in thought. When you called out his name, he once again seemed surprised to find you there.

"I was just thinking..." he responded when you'd asked him what was wrong. After a moment, he added, "...about how to confess to someone."

His words caught you off guard and, seeing the surprise on your face for once, Himuro thought maybe you had gotten the wrong impression. He raised a hand to stop you from asking anymore questions, quickly adding. "I don't like anyone!" Then, realizing his mistake, he reiterated again. "I mean, I don't like anyone else." He was messing this up. He knew it. So he finally swallowed his pride and said, "I like you."

What a Relationship with Him is Like

A relationship with Himuro can be easy or hard depending on whether or not you're a jealous person. He still gets a lot of confessions from other girls, despite the fact he's gone public with his relationship with you. Of course, he never does anything to cause your jealousy; in fact, he always seems to come away from confessions a little angrier than he was before.

In spite of that, Himuro doesn't let others' outside perspectives change how he treats you in the relationship. He's the type of boyfriend who will try to help you better yourself, because you've done the same for him. Most of the time, that involves helping you with your procrastination tendencies.

It's one of the few times Himuro actually gets snarky with you right back.

"And just how long have you been on your handheld, Cherry?"

You look up at him over the screen of your game, finding Himuro staring down at you with a single brow quirked and his arms folded over his chest. Despite the disappointment in his tone, you can see the small quirk of an amused smile on his face. When you answer, asking him for just five more minutes, he clicks his tongue.

"Funny, didn't know there was an echo chamber in here. I could've sworn you asked for five more minutes an hour ago," he teases. Before you can respond, he tries to grab the controller from you, making you both laugh. "Come on, Cherry, you said you'd help me with the chores today!"

Match Up Requests are Closed

[singswan-springswan]

SW werewolf AU

yep, welcome back to another hyper fixated rambling! this one is heavy on found family though so it might be a bit more bearable.

Okay I've decided to center the concept on Ghost crew and slap it in the modern world just for funsies, since that means I can restructure the politics and whatever.

First off, I've decided that the jedi are all werewolves (or cats maybe? Ahsoka gives me cat vibes but she hardcore needs to be part of the pack so ig that can be left up to debate). They live human lives but have their own culture and events and get-togethers or hunts and such when they get home ofc. very strong bonds between pack members. Instead of calling themselves "werewolves" (despite that being the most colloquial and widely accepted term) some of them like to say they are "wolf bloods" because I guess that sounds more sophisticated. Almost all packs originate from the largest one in Coruscant (not a planet, just a region or somn), which has lots of intricate dynamics since also the alpha beta omega hierarchy is a thing. the way I want it to happen though is that their designation in the pack doesn't mean rank; it translates more directly to what role they play. I know that's not how actual wolf packs hash it out but think of it this way: omegas are sent out to do the nitty gritty field work, like buying groceries. Betas are responsible for caring for the overall health of the pack, and will use those groceries to make dinner for everyone. Alphas delegate everything, so they gave the omegas the shopping list and also the credit card and made sure everyone made it home from school and work on time to eat. Pack members are typically acquired through birth, though on the occasion they absorb an outsider who might have been changed with a bite.

Since Anakin and Co. would be kinda side characters in this au (but also because he's my bestie and I had to indulge him), he and Padme are like. soulmates. you know the ones. from wattpad. it only makes sense. when she found out about Anakin being a wolf blood that was a Whole Thing but she was eventually adopted by the pack and she agreed to be bitten so now the little puppies (Luke and Leia) are running around causing chaos with their abnormal and powerful supernatural abilities.

I want to say all the supernatural stuff kinda floats around the world while most humans are totally blind to it. Like Ventress has to be a vampire or a banshee or something, Sheev is an annoying breed of warlock, and Zeb needs to be a Creature not sure what kind.

anyway Kanan wanders away from the Coruscant pack because he's having a midlife crisis and wants to find himself. Depa and Mace kind of just snort and wave him off. It's pretty standard practice for young alphas to do stuff like that. Most end up rejoining the pack, but some do start their own in a different territory. Kanan finds his way to Lothal where he buys a cute lil house with his so much money (Mace is screaming Rich and taught his grandson how to invest like a champ yessir). He starts tending the local bar and decides to integrate with the nice townspeople just for a fun lil side quest.

Enter Hera, stage left. She's the captain of the local police precinct and has been operating out of Lothal for a few years now. She transferred from the Ryloth sector. Her dad is the chief of stations there. Actually, Hera and Kanan met once when she was still a detective. He thinks it's a great coincidence that their paths converge again, though her tough, stubborn attitude towards him is cold and professional (it's mostly because she remembers how crazy and fun he was and she doesn't want to be distracted from work). They dance around each other, as they do. Kanan is in love before he fully realizes. Something, something, he knows she's human, knows he can't start a pack with her, facetimes Anakin to rant about it, gets laughed at, Padme eventually bombs the call and tells him to go for it bc after all look how she and Anakin turned out (something crashes in the background. There is yelling. Obi-wan chases a Leia who is laughing maniacally while Luke complains about not being able to focus on his homework). Along the way they mention the increase in hunter activity in the Lothal area, so be careful bout that. Kanan has a hard time figuring out whether Hera knows about the supernatural side of things (she doesn't), but if she does he's starting to suspect she'd side with the infamous mandalorian hunters. She told him a story bout monsters and needing to protect the town and stuff. He's not sure how to convince her that not all non-humans are off the rails bat-kriff insane when he JUST got off the phone with the Disaster Lineage Family as they were in the process of burning their house down (you'd think werewolves would be more careful about playing with fire). He decides to go it safe for now. He'll tell her when he's ready (lol loser). 

In the meantime, Zeb and Kanan meet. Zeb runs into him like at the grocery store and they kinda just glare at each other across the fruit aisle. Zeb sniffs obnoxiously a few times "what are ye?" He grumbles. Kanan is momentarily confused. He holds up a banana. "A smoothie guy?" Zeb's eyes narrow. "Ya smell like wet dog from here." (It's raining outside) Kanan gasps, offended. He sniffs his shirt, and all he gets is old spice deodorant (the one he knows hera likes). "I do not!"

Something, something, Zeb eventually places him as a wolf blood (he uses the preferred term, which gets him back on Kanan's good side). Zeb also reveals that he's… whatever he is, some kind of bestial not werewolf thing that can also shapeshift into a human for disguise. Maybe a yeti? a werebear? 👀 Weeeeeee! Anyway Zeb's a social worker at the group home where Ezra's staying atm.

"I've got this kid." He explains to Kanan. "Maybe you can check him out for me."

"What the—I'm not a babysitter."

"Just tell me if he's like you! It's not that hard, kriff. He's got no pack. That's important for you lot, isn't it?"

Kanan agrees to test Ezra somehow. Picks him up from school on Zeb's orders, takes him to get burgers at the local diner like classic spodermun energy, figures out that there's a wolf stalking Ezra (grand inquisitor) and they've had a few run-ins for the past few months. Like Ezra would never out and out say any of that but Kanan's smarter than he looks give him some credit. Also there are shifty red eyes in the flower bed across the street (Kanan's getting really protective now). In classic creepy creep fashion, they get into a car wreck on the way back through the woods. Something, something, Kanan's tires got slashed, the car tips, Kanan's hauling Ezra out by the time he wakes up, then like, runs off into the dark to chase what he's pretty sure is that prick stalker wolf because he's new to dad-ing and didn't think to not leave his kid alone. Grand inquisitor (he should really get an actual name. Maybe we can call him GI? GI Hoe?) Circles back to ezra and attacks him (poor guy) and bites him before Ezra konks out again. He wakes up in the morning like back at the house and everything is totally normal (Kanan really finessed his way out of that) Zeb is making waffles downstairs and school is in half an hour. He'd ask to skip but he feels great. Actually, there's no sign of any injuries (wolf bloods do heal fast ya know), as if the whole thing was one big dream. Except for the fact that he's having a mild sensory overload. Sight, sound, smell are all suddenly maxed out. You know.

Kanan actually brought Ezra back after the whole thing with GI Hoe in the woods (Kanan beat him up and got in the car and kept driving) then immediately dumped his car in the shop. So Zeb knows, but neither of them are totally sure that Ezra is a puppy yet so they decided to just keep a close eye on him until they know. Meanwhile Ezra's having a very weird day at school. He's not sure he can rant to any of his friends about what he's definitely sure happened last night because he has no evidence and anyway they've all got better things to focus on. Jai and Zare are stressing about midterms coming up, and Sabine keeps griping about an impromptu family reunion that's brought a bunch of really scary (in Ezra's opinion) relatives into town who have a mildly freakish obsession with hunting. Ezra's seen her basement. It's a kriffing armory down there.

Anyway classic Ezra trying to juggle all these crazy changes happening to him in the cliche textbook way except he doesn’t have a best friend guy in the chair sidekick to google obscure mythical articles about werewolves for him so he’s doing everything by himself (may or may not be skipping a few classes). Eventually Ezra runs into Kanan again. Probably because he shifted during a moonspell and ran around crazy and Kanan had to snatch him before Hera could shoot the kid. Kanan’s still got no idea how to parent so instead of calmly explaining stuff he just yells at ezra and tells him to be more careful. It doesn’t occur to Kanan that Ezra wasn’t born into a pack and has absolutely no kriffing idea what’s going on. Poor baby. Ezra figures out about Kanan “You’re a werewolf!” *cue more offended gasping* “where did you learn that slur?” “Oh my gOD you literally have fangs!” "what makes you think I'm not a vampire?" "Uh, you're not grossly pale?" "Not all vampires can be pale." "You also wear jeans" "kriff, that's true"

At first Ezra blames Kanan for all the crap he's now subjected to. He's scared and unsure and alone and looking for something to take it out on, and Kanan is convenient because he's just kinda there. But he gets defensive when Ezra confronts him "what do you mean my fault? Ain't got nothing to do with your problems, the kriff?" Ezra's shaking with all the rage trapped in his tiny body with his hands clenched into fists "yes it is! You're the one who bit me!" And Kanan's just dumbfounded and incredulous like first of all excuse you no I did not I was raised better than that holy kark. All pups are taught at a young age that it's very bad manners to Bite someone on a whim. And Kanan may be selfish but he'd never just dump the transformation on a kid with no warning. So then they're just both staring at each other like wait so then who bit Ezra and even GI Hoe denies it when they catch him and beat him up for answers like yeah he's bitten Ezra before but it wasn't The Bite so Kanan realizes that Ezra must have been born a wolf blood and the sudden appearance of a pack near his previously unoccupied home territory plus also him reaching the age where his powers start to get stronger must have triggered an awakening in his body or something. He would have manifested his wolf blood abilities much younger if his parents hadn't died and if he'd been incorporated into a large pack (he would have been so cute as a baby wolf but alas). 

On the one hand, it's reassuring to Ezra knowing there are other wolf bloods out there, but Kanan also was not looking for a pseudo son on his quest for self-discovery so he's being annoying and generally unhelpful about it. Of course, that attitude changes when GI Hoe starts to make his intentions known. He's already got a pack, which reflects the more traditional structure that we're familiar with reading about: very hierarchical, very antagonistic, glowing red eyes, often attacks humans or livestock for funsies. Tensions between inquisitors are high as always so they're constantly looking for new recruits (they kill each other all the time). He keeps trying to adopt Ezra for his ranks, sensing that Ezra could be a powerful asset. when Kanan discovers this, he goes full dad mode and claims Ezra as part of his fam. This leads to lots of confrontations with inquisitors and ultimately ends in the death of GI Hoe. Subsequently the pack is scattered and leaves Lothal territory. Auntie Soka visited from Coruscant to help with that part a bit because she wanted a vacation from spying on Sheev for Padme. She brings her mate Rex (not sure if to make him and the boys another kind of shapeshifter like dragons or just have them be Normal Guys) so they all have fun family bonding.

Kanan tells Ahsoka about how he's in love with Hera and what should he do about it and she is unimpressed with his drama "just bite her. I don't see what the problem is" he is aghast. He would never force something like that on Hera! Plus he's been dancing around the topic with her for a while and he's pretty sure she would hate him if she found out he was a wolf blood—doubly so if he made her into one against her will. Not that he's even told her they exist. As far as Hera's concerned, the mythical world is not reality. Ahsoka is still unimpressed.

Oh by the way Sabine's family are all hunters. Like wolf blood/vampire/faerie/dragon/troll/whatever else hunters which only makes sense if you think about it because they're mandalorians aka the mortal enemies of the jedi (all of whom are some kind of non-human in this AU). Sabine at her age has already learned all the skills and weapons she will need to kill Stuff, and has herself already made a few excellent plaques to adorn her room (after Ezra realizes he's a wolf blood, he starts to hate hanging out at her house. It lowkey gives him panic attacks, now that he knows what kind of wolf heads she's got mounted over her desk). She obviously doesn't talk about the mythical stuff with people outside her family, at least in specific detail. She only ever rants about their group "hunts" but never mentions what they're hunting in exact names. Boy would it be traumatic for her to realize her best friend is one of the beasts she's been trained to kill since she was small. Maximum angst if she shoots him once or twice in his wolf form and continually tracks him (lol poor guy) to the point that she considers him her trophy kill and is determined to get That One if it's the last thing she does. This makes Ezra very sad boi hours. He loves his friend but obviously he doesn't wanna die. One time Sabine almost got him (oh no!) Then Kanan stepped in at the last second and almost killed her before Ezra stopped him and yeah it's just all around a lot of violence weeeee. Hera really can't keep up with all these animal attack reports. 

When Sabine finds out she is furious and horrified and feels very betrayed and has lots of strong feelings but can't actually bring herself to kill Ezra after all because she loves her friend too and like so does her family he's over for dinner all the time and lowkey they were considering adopting him. What wins her over in the end is that he carries himself like a sad puppy all over the place which is both adorable and depressing. Her dad was also there when she found out so he gets her to keep quiet about it and not tell the rest of the Wrens yet because he knows it'd be signing poor Ezra's death sentence and he can't bear to think about that (Sabine's dad was always loyal to the family and supportive of their hunting but Ezra is Ezra and literally one of the fundamental laws of the universe is protect the baby). Eventually Sabine manages to turn her family because she's cool like that and convinces them to hunt only problematic creatures instead (cough cough palpacreep).

Somehow Maul exists. Another warlock maybe? I dunno he's annoying.

Kallus can just be human. He's probably a lieutenant who works for Hera. They're bros. They have coffee together. He doesn't get paid enough to deal with their shenanigans.

Things that need to happen in this AU:

Hera hits wolf Kanan with her car while on patrol. Horrified by having rammed an animal at country road speed, she springs into action, stuffing this larger than abnormally large wolf into her back seat and flicking the lights and siren on. When she gets to the animal hospital, the vet is out. It’s just Intern Ezra locking up the building. Hera is frantic. Thank goodness Ezra is still here! She needs his help! Ezra’s always willing to help an animal in distress, but when he sees it’s Kanan, he almost considers breaking his code. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He deadpans. Kanan glares. Hera doesn’t understand what’s going on, and Ezra needs to keep face so he reluctantly helps her cart the wolf inside, where he takes some X-rays and does some busy-body nonsense in the back. He returns to an anxious Hera in the waiting room, who has pledged to pay any bill or charge in full. “Good news! It’s not as bad as it looks.” (Kanan has broken his leg in three places and cracked two ribs but Hera doesn’t need to know that) She is relieved and vows to return as soon as she can. Ezra goes and whacks Kanan upside the head. “You can change back now. She’s gone.” He throws an arm over his eyes and wheezes. “That kriffing hurt.” The next day, when Kanan sees Hera for some reason he’s wearing the usual leg brace under his sweatpants to hide that but something, something, his shirt rides up and she sees the bruising all down his side and her brain short circuits “How did that happen?” it takes all of Kanan’s willpower not to say “hit by a car”

Ahsoka eats a man

Luke and Leia make the national news

Palpatine gets impeached and also imprisoned in a fish bowl where he is forced to live out the rest of his miserable days stripped of magic

When Kanan begrudgingly agrees to teach Ezra the basics of wolf stuff they go out in the woods together and practice shifting. Hera sees them once and is delighted to find the wolf she ran down doing well “Hello again! Aww, your son is so cute!” (Ezra is thrilled to be called cute by nice police lady Hera)

The first time Hera brings Kanan home Chopper her cat goes apespit hissing and yowling and absolutely wrecking the furniture to get away. When it becomes apparent that Kanan is to be invited back multiple times, Chopper begins the series of attempted murders. Hera can’t puzzle out why her cat is more hostile than usual meanwhile Kanan is sweating buckets because every time he leaves his scent in Hera’s house it makes Chopper lose another brain cell

Zeb is mistaken for Bigfoot by some late-night hiker

Okadiah has just always known about Kanan and everyone. He just sits there chilling like he’s not really anything Special he’s a normal human but he knows and just sits there with popcorn and ice tea watching all this drama unfold

[gxilgramore]

I Think My Musicals Hyper-fixation is Coming Back!

This is going to be sort of an aimeless post celebrating a form of art that i like, so keep that in mind while reading

I'd treat this as a negative thing, because y'know, musicals are not a popular form of telling stories so i'd be really afraid of caring about them again, but nah, if it comes back i'm fine with it.

A bit of context, it was in 2019, one of my favorite youtubers at the time jacksfilms made some inside jokes of 2 videos he had done some years prior, some videos about Alexsander Hamilton, i was curious and watched the videos and then discovered they were based on a broadway musical, at the time i didnt watch musicals so i didnt care at first, until i wacthed it and fell in love, that was the start of a 3 year hyperfixation with musicals, mainly hamilton but musicals in general, and in that time i discovered some of my favorite stuff ever, In the Heights, Book of Mormon, Avenue Q, Beetlejuice, it was great, of course with some bumps since wacthing broadway musicals is hard when you don't even live in the US (thank god), and by being a hyperfixation it was a nightmare for my friends that dont like musicals to listen to me yapping about them for hours.

The fixation was falling in 2020 but a thing, a tragic tragic thing happened, Hamilton on Disney+ happened and my musicals fixation was back at full swing, i don't like Hamilton anymore these days, my opinions on politics evolved to the point of seeing this musical as just a jerk-off for a friend (a right hand man if you will) of a guy who had a shit ton of slaves, and i cant accept this a progressive statement anymore, i just see it as a united states legacy jerk off, and nedless to say i dont like the united states very much. But yeah, because of this my musicals fixation insisted until 2021 where i did a video of one of my favs, the SpongeBob musical, a video im still proud of to this day.

Fast-foward to 2024 and my Doctor Who and videogame soundtracks came back without a warning and i feel like slowly my musicals fixation is coming back, probably because of some Musical Hell videos, i love Diva so much, im sad she abandoned the reviews, im watching them once a day for a week now and it has being a blast, she is funny and her videos are thoughtful, they are not Nostalgia Critic style, where he just complains about the movie with shitty jokes, it sparked my interest again a little bit.

But some things have changed, im not interested in broadway anymore, maybe on off and off-off broadway but not broadway, the more i stared at the current state of broadway it just feels like a tourist spot instead of a place for artistic expression, i may be wrong but thats how i feel, but theater as an art form is more interesting to me, if it actually comes back full swing ill be focusing my energy on finding more experimental, left field or independent shit out of the broadway end, im not saying all broadway is bad tho, we still have great art there, im talking more of broadway as a capitalist institution instead of a creative body, the soul feels like it left the body ages ago somewhere more interesting, im excited to find new stuff that shows me why theater is great again, if you read this to this point and have any recommendations im really willing to listen, mainly if they have a proshot.

I love art in general, try to see everything i can and i hope i can see more musicals, and plays than ever.

I told you it was pretty aimless, writing things in boredom does that to you, but hope you liked it if you read all the way through, and if you want to write an aimless comment about your love for musicals you can talk about it, i will answer everyone, bye for now

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A (very interesting) Chainsaw Man focused Japanese language learning journey that may or may not have been useless. But it was taxing.

I was telling @aki-47 that I reread Yoshida's coffee date chapter (103) and the first Makima chapter (1) in (my very limited) Japanese, and I realized both used kimi to refer to Denji, specifically in katakana (キミ). That seemed interesting to me. I was trying to make a list with some facts about Yoshida's speech pattern, as one does when one currently has no boyfriend and hyper-fixates on the octopus boy.

But this kimi thing, specially because it was in katakana, took over my brain. According to google, using kimi in katakana might make it look particularly more boyish, rough, informal or friendly, but also condescending and fake. In contrast with kanji (君), which is the regular usage. Or hiragana (きみ), that makes words seem more feminine / cute / elegant.

I've come around and read more chapters, and actually, kimi in katakana is most likely just a Fujimoto aesthetic choice*, because it's everywhere and so many characters use it (or… eeeeeveryone is shady/trying to be doubly condescending. Which.........). Reze too.

It's also not that uncommon in shonen to use more katakana just because it looks cool, and I searched around in some different manga and kimi in katakana is not that uncommon as I was initially lead to believe by the internet. Once again, probably because katakana looks cool/with emphasis. But I didn't know that because this is the first time I've tried to do this sort of stuff.

Another thing is that Kimi and Kun have the same kanji (君). So maybe, Fujimoto just wants to use both kimi and kun for Denji and tries to give contrast to the speech bubble so it's not confusing. And that's it, not much to think about.

However. Even if the whole katakana usage is pure aesthetic.

Kimi on its own is a very interesting pronoun. It's an informal you. It can read as affectionate, but rude or assuming if you use it with strangers. It's a pronoun you can use with close people or with subordinates.

IRL it's a word that's almost never used, except in very specific contexts; because bosses use it and Japanese people tend to omit pronouns regardless. It's mostly used by males. It already can be read as condescending (more so in katakana, then). You have to be confident that the other person is OK with you calling them that. Male characters might use it with other boys to denote friendliness.

It's not common, however, according to google, that women use kimi. Even in fiction. Women use it in songs, but it's not that often that a girl calls her boyfriend kimi, even in a story (though i don't watch too much shojo, do girls ever call guys kimi?). Again, more often than not, it's used by men to women.

A wife calls her husband anata, the husband calls his wife kimi. That's apparently a famous context for this word. Correct me if I'm wrong.

To summarize: In the right context, it's romantic/friendly; it denotes a deep bond. In the wrong context, it's condescending; it denotes a feeling of superiority.

The fact both Makima and Reze use it for Denji then (both in katakana, too), it's a bit of a subversion, when it comes to a heterosexual romantic relationship. Then, supposedly, they are taking the lead in the relationship.** But we all know that they had hidden agendas, and in one way or another, were above Denji.

Makima was his boss so she was on the clear by calling him that, though Makima is not particularly polite with her subordinates in general (haha). Reze only uses it a handful of times, she mostly calls him Denji-kun; which is a more polite and cute way to call him. Yoshida is sort of whatever using kimi, because Yoshida is male and he's a fujobait character. Both Makima and Yoshida use Denji-kun and kimi alternatingly.

(I haven't re read all the manga in Japanese, and I probably won't. But Angel and the Future Devil both call Aki kimi too, in a way that feels more on the condescending route, of course. Also in katakana. It wouldn't surprise me if more devils called humans キミ.

Yoru calls Asa omae (お前), which is rude because of how direct it sounds. She also used it with Yoshida, along side calling him "hey, man". Fami refers to Asa by name, as Asa-chan).

But anyway. The fact Denji's (female) love interests call him that specific pronoun.... Welp. Look Denji, no worries, you'll get a better Dom sooner or later.

And I think in general, devils calling humans キミ is telling.

Funny language stuff.

Asa calls Denji anta (アンタ, informal/rude, shortened version of anata).

*There's some interesting usage with Denji's first person pronoun, Ore (俺,オレ) in the case of Denji/Asa and Denji/Yoshida. It's always in katakana with Yoshida, probably because it's an informal male context, (and Denji doesn't like him that much). In the rooftop meeting, Denji used ore in kanji, till Asa pissed him off, and he revealed he was chainsaw man with ore in katakana (which also works as a Japanese ALL CAPS). Just before Asa asked him out on a date, ore was in katakana when he spoke. In the aquarium date, ore was in kanji. Katakana=rough, Kanji=polite.

**Himeno also called Aki キミ. At least in the Easy Revenge flashback in chap 34. I don't remember from the anime if she does it regularly, and she probably used it with Denji too, but I didn't reread any other chapters with Himeno. If my memory serves, she calls him Denji-kun more often than not.

This was supposed to be about Yoshida who is in like, ten chapters top. Why did I do this? Help.