#dealing normally with that cover btw

[priscirat]

otome dissection

[sayruq]

Here's more of what's been happening on the ground. (Once again I'm not an expert in war).

Palestinian fighters are still waging war on the state of Israel

It is clear that Hamas and other groups have access to anti aircraft weaponry and long range missiles, partly from looting Israeli bases but partly from (and this is unconfirmed) from the Russia-Ukraine war. It's not unexpected for weapons to end up smuggled into other countries during a war.

On the other hand, Israel went from swearing it would invade Gaza on the ground to doing just about anything but that

It's understandable why Israel would hesitate even with its 300,000 strong army

IDF is made up of mostly conscripted soldiers who normally act as civilians once they've served their 2.5 year mandatory conscription. Not only that, IDF acts more like a police force than an army. Its soldiers simply don't have the training or mentality to fight militia groups in their home turf.

America itself doubts its capabilities no matter how it words it. This is a country that has yet to win against a guerilla army so it has experience when it comes to this

Edit:

Edit 2: above Hamas states the obvious

In my previous post I highlighted how disorganised the Israel military was in response to Operation Flood Al Aqsa.

This hasn't changed in the days. Israel is behaving more like a cornered animal lashing out than the so called 'strongest army in the Middle East.'

It has been dropping bombs on Syria, Lebanon and Egypt aimlessly, more out of anger than calculated strategy

Its efforts to pushing back against the Palestinian militia isn't going well either

in addition to naked, barbaric cruelty towards Gaza because it is not producing results elsewhere

The tweet below is important as Russia is an Israeli ally. The Israeli right wing has been very favourable towards Putin, even willing to disagree with the US and EU policies on Russia. However Israel repeatedly bombing Syria is quickly souring Russia on the country. While Putin doesn't want to go against Israel at this point, he has become increasingly critical of the country in the past couple of days.

Saudi went from making a half-hearted 'both sides need to stop statements to cutting ties with Israel (ties Israel and America have worked very hard to form) to outrightly condemning Israel's treatment of the people of Gaza.

Naturally, with all of this happening, Israel has responded, not with ceasing the bombardment of Gaza, but by killing and assaulting journalists covering the genocide.

so that it could committ war crimes without it being documented and seen by the world. War crimes such as announcing that they'd bomb a hospital in Gaza and giving doctors and nurses just hours to evacuate their patients.

This, btw, is part of the reason they cut electricity so that Palestinians can't post their own genocide on social media. Israel brutality is costing them allies but they have no intention of stopping.

Despite all of this, there has been a great deal of support for Palestinians globally

In short, this war is not going the way Israel thought it would. They didn't crush Hamas and the other Palestinian military groups immediately after the battle of Re'im. In fact, they're still struggling against those groups right now. They've been humiliated in front of the world after being revealed to be paper tigers and as such, they're going after Palestinian civilians in increasingly horrific ways.

The Palestinian resistance is still optimistic and they're still carrying out their plan. There's still hope for a future without apartheid.

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | damned if i do ya (damned if i don't)

a/n: oooohhhh i love them bad. the slow burn is slow burning a little bit. btw the song is daylight by 5sos!

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v. damned if i do ya (damned if i don't) by all time low

all the progress luke thought he was making with you was thrown out the window after the concert. at first, he was glad to have some distance between you guys. he was dealing with sorting out what he felt for you. it was stupid, really, how he realized that you reminded him a lot of his childhood nickelodeon crush, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was more than that. 

sure, you were a fucking headache sometimes, but he liked it. he liked you. he liked how you always tore him a new one, made him feel normal, like he wasn’t luke castellan – lead singer of poisoned mercury, he was just luke when he was with you. you asked him about his music, his life, but knew when to stop right before the conversation got too heavy because you understood him. you knew how he felt even when he didn’t say it. 

maybe he’d just been around his bandmates too much, teenage boys with emotional iqs of a thumbtack, but you took one look at him and he knew that you understood what he was feeling. as great of a writer he was when it came to music, he was never good with expressing how he felt. 

but now, it’s been weeks since you last talked to him, like really talked to him. whenever he’d see you in your smoke spot, he’d try to start a conversation, but you’d stuff your vape in your pocket and walk away before he could even say hi. you stopped going to the gym in the morning, often coming into the cabin after your workout during random times of the day, no longer following a set schedule. you rarely hung out with the boys, opting to retire into your room earlier than usual. you still joined clarisse during her counselor duties, but she stopped letting the boys tag along when luke was available as much as she used to. she’d offer an apologetic smile to luke and slip out an excuse why he couldn’t join for music lessons. 

luke was tired of it. he didn’t know what went wrong, what he did wrong, to make you act so cold towards him. even when you didn’t know him yet, you were never like this. you always had a snide remark ready for him, but now, he was met with silence. 

on the bright side, he at least had inspiration to write new songs. 

he wandered into the cabin, thinking that it would be empty. clarisse was being held hostage at arts and crafts again. (she complained the whole morning about it until chris offered to join her so she wouldn’t be the only one covered in glitter this time.) the stolls were in the studio recording the instrumentals for the song luke showed them a few days ago. they’d asked him who the song was about, though he had a feeling they already knew. he wasn’t really trying to be secretive with the words. and you, luke could only wonder where you were. 

he stopped in his tracks at the sound of mr. d’s voice in your room. your bedroom door was wide open and luke feared that you’d see him so he hid around the corner, back pressed against the wall. 

“this is serious, kid,” mr. d yelled. “your teammate is pressing charges so i need the full story! i don’t care if you don’t want to talk about it. this can go on your record permanently.” 

“so let it!” you screamed back. luke heard you pacing around your room, heavy steps against the cabin floors. “i don’t care.” 

“i care! i’ve been pretty goddamn lenient when it comes to you, y/n, but this?” mr. d countered, veins on his neck bulging out as he raised his voice. luke had never seen him like this, “this is fucking serious. you need to tell me exactly what happened.” 

“she was talking about you, okay?” you sobbed. you sat on your bed, hands buried in your open palms. “she said something about your addiction. i don’t fucking know how she found out, but she said something and i just lost it, dad. she was talking out her ass and i just needed her to shut up because she didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.” 

mr. d’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek. he gulped, not saying a word. your dad looked at the decorated wall of your bedroom, polaroids of you and your friends, your framed high school field hockey jersey, and the concert ticket from the first show he ever took you to. he looked down at the pink rug on your floor, unable to say anything. 

you looked up at him, eyes brimmed with tears, “there, i told you. happy now?” 

it wasn’t long before mr. d stormed out of the cabin. luke flinched as the door slammed shut behind him. he heard you sobbing in your bedroom and he contemplated approaching you. you were already mad at him, for a reason that he still didn’t know, so what the hell? 

with a deep breath, luke emerged from the corner and walked towards your door. his knuckles softly knocked on the open door. you looked up at the noise, rubbing your eyes with your forearm. you chewed on your bottom lip, “not in the mood to argue, castellan.” 

“not here to argue,” he stood under your door frame, leaning against the side. “i’m here to see if you’re okay.” 

you had this habit of running away from things when you knew it had the power to hurt you. it wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism, but your fight or flight response was triggered every time you started catching feelings for someone. it didn’t happen often, you developing actual feelings for people. you developed crushes, sure, but not feelings. 

you didn’t get googly-eyed and love-dumb with guys. you knew better– growing up with a dad who could quite literally transform people’s lives with a snap of his finger made you hyperaware of people’s intentions with you. but sometimes, you get blinded by the guy who sweeps you off your feet and you forget about it all. 

after the concert, you couldn’t stop thinking about luke. you already knew what kind of person he actually was, kind, caring, talented, all of the above, but there was still a nagging voice in your head telling you: “what if this is all an act?” “what if this is his move? pretending to be a different guy from the tabloids just to get you to fall for him then break your heart like everyone else did?” so you fled. you ran away from luke. 

clarisse caught onto you avoiding luke fairly quickly. she no longer saw you two walking into the cabin together in the early mornings when she was getting ready for the day. you started declining invitations to hang out at the activities center, stopped having time to help her with music lessons when the band was tagging along, and started hanging out with her in your room instead of the common space. 

she asked you about it after a week of the same thing. you told her you just weren’t in the mood, lacked energy. you said a million excuses but she could see right through you. you and the lead singer weren’t really subtle with your longing glances. 

you crossed your legs under you, pulling the blanket up to cover your legs. you moved over on your bed, tilting your head to let him inside. luke took his shoes off and closed the door behind him, sock-clad feet tapping against the wooden floors. he sat on the edge of your bed, playing with the stray thread on your blanket. 

“you ever feel like your parents wish they had a different kid?” you whispered, “maybe a kid that wasn’t so difficult?” 

“all the time,” luke replied, “every time my name is in the tabloids, i swear it takes years off my mom’s life.” 

you laughed, sniffling, “you need to take it easy on your mom. she’s too good for this world.” 

“that she is,” he leaned back on his elbows, resting his head on his shoulder. he tapped your leg under the blanket, “you know your dad loves you, right?”

“yeah,” you sighed, looking at luke. your makeup was smudged under your eyes and it took all his power not to lean over to wipe it away. you hunched your shoulders over when you spoke again, “just feels like sometimes i’m too much for him and i don’t know how to stop doing that.” 

“i don’t think you should.” 

it was the truth. you dealt in extremes. you were intense but it was only because you were passionate about things. he’d seen you practicing for hours, staying up late to help the younger kids with their projects even if it wasn’t your job, bossing people around to make sure that the camp activities were perfect. when you put your mind to something, luke knew there was no stopping you. 

“so i’m guessing you heard that whole thing with my dad?” 

“yeah,” luke rubbed the back of his neck. he looked at you, feeling caught that he’d been listening in on your private conversation. “i didn’t know anyone was in here when i walked in.” 

“it’s fine,” you shrugged, “pretty sure the whole camp heard my dad yelling anyways.” 

he laughed, “probably. i’d never seen him like that before. he’s usually so chill. it kinda caught me off guard.” 

“me too.” 

“it’s not as bad as when my mom yells at me though,” luke offered, trying to lighten the mood. he grinned when he saw your eyes brighten. you never did pass up the opportunity to have luke embarrass himself. if he could stop you from crying, he would lay out all his embarrassing stories in front of you for your listening pleasure. “the time she found out that me and trav got banned from wichita, like the whole city, she got so mad that the hotel we were staying at kicked us out because there were so many noise complaints. had to sleep on the bus. my back was killing me the entire time we were playing a show the next day.” 

“what the fuck did you guys do that warranted a ban from the whole city?” 

luke’s cheeks turned pink, “we mooned a cop car.” 

you bursted into uncontrollable laughter, falling back on your pillows. luke watched you, laughing along at your reaction. you were crying again, but it was a good cry this time. luke thought you looked pretty like this; cheeks red, eyes shut as you tried to regain your composure, and smiling, all teeth and lips. he hadn’t seen it in a while and he wanted to take a picture of you right now just so he could always remember how you looked at this moment. he wasn’t sure if he could survive another few weeks without seeing it again.

luke nudged you as your laughter died down, “if shit goes down with your teammate, there will be three of us with a permanent record in this cabin.”

you smiled at him, sadly, voice returning to the hushed tone you used earlier, “you think my dad could forgive me for this?” 

“don’t think anyone could hold a grudge against you even if they tried, five star,” luke placed a hand on your thigh covered by the blanket. he relished in the feeling of the hand you placed over his own. it felt intimate. “what does your mom think about all of this?” 

“i dunno,” you played with the rings on his hand, twisting the silver metals on his fingers, “i haven’t talked to her about it yet. been avoiding her calls.” 

“well, happy to know that i wasn’t the only one getting the silent treatment,” he teased, no bite to his voice. “shit, five star, even with your punishments, you still manage to not make me feel special.” 

you squeezed his hand, a giggle escaping your lips, “shut up.” 

luke looked at you, “you should probably talk to her soon.” 

“i will,” you nodded, meeting his gaze, “soon.” 

the two of you stayed there in silence, you playing with his rings and the bracelets on his arm. you were so enamored by the silver jewelry on his hand, twirling his rings to read each engraving, looking at each design, humming in appreciation. you looked at the camp half blood bracelet on his wrist, recognizing the beads on the string. 

“i can’t believe you got a camp bracelet before i did this summer,” you huffed, admiring the beads. “i’ve been here longer than you and nobody made me one yet.” 

“a little girl made it for me,” luke said, smiling at the memory. “i helped her with her with the production of the song for her summer project and she made it for me.” 

“i didn’t know you also produced music.” luke castellan continued to surprise you. 

“not well,” he replied. “just the basics, but i like to think i helped her out. annabeth— you know her? the kid with perfect pitch. fucking brilliant. smarter than i was at her age.”

“i love beth. i’m pretty sure she’s the smartest 12-year-old to ever exist,” your eyes twinkled, moving your index finger to his own, “what’s the story with this one?”

luke looked down at the ring you were touching. it was the silver ring he bought for himself using his first paycheck from their album sales. it cost him a pretty penny, but it was worth it. the font was tiny, but he memorized the words. 

“aγάπη χωρίς πείσματα δεν έχει νοστιμάδα,” luke said, no doubt butchering the pronunciation. “it’s greek. my mom used to read greek proverbs to me as a child. i think she hoped i’d become the next great philosopher, but instead i became a musician. this phrase stuck with me.”

“what does it mean?”

“love without a bit of stubbornness isn’t tasteful,” he whispered, “it’s a little reminder to myself that even though i can be difficult as shit sometimes, i’m worth it.”

luke cleared his throat, “had a tough time when we first got big. i’m sure you’ve heard of some stories. there was a time when me and my mom didn’t talk much. i thought i knew what was best and i pushed her away. i was so stubborn, five star.” 

“my dad left when i was a kid and for second, i thought i would lose my mom too,” he shook his head, the bitter taste of regret in his mouth as he recalled those memories. “im glad i didn’t. this ring reminds me that no matter how stubborn i am, i still deserve love, y’know? maybe it’s stupid, but sometimes i doubt it. mom always told me that love isn’t supposed to be easy, but it’s supposed to always be worth it– worth all the trouble, the stubbornness, the hurt, so this little phrase keeps me grounded in a weird way.”

“worth it to an extent,” you said. there was something hidden in your words like you were somehow asking him if you fell within the extent of it being worth it. it was in the look in your eye, doubt and worry that maybe you pushed it too far this time and you were no longer worth the fight. 

“extent is subjective. i know my mom thinks i’m worth it. i know that no matter how much me and the stolls get into fights, our friendship is worth it. i know that even though me and chris grew up to be different people, our bond is worth it,” luke leaned in closer as if he was going to tell you a secret, something that stays between you and him, only allowed to be spoken within the walls of your room. “and you, five star–” 

he couldn’t finish his sentence. his words got caught in his throat. he was afraid that if he kept talking, he wouldn’t be able to stop. he didn’t know if there was a universe out there where fighting for you wouldn’t be worth it. had you been thinking about him all this time you’d been apart? have your thoughts been plagued by the idea of him? all he could think of was you. all his songs were about you. it seemed like everything had been about you since he met you. 

is it too much too soon to even say things like that? luke didn’t know where you stood, if you even felt the same way about him as he did about you. how evil must the world be to have you exist in his orbit but not allow him to fight for you? 

the corner of your lips lifted a tiny bit and luke knew he didn’t need to say anything else. you understood. 

luke wanted to stop you when you removed your hand from his, but he didn’t want to test his luck. you dug through the drawer by your bed, pulling out the familiar vape, “i could really go for a smoke right now but this stupid thing died.” 

an idea popped into luke’s mind. he got up, motioning for you to do the same. you stayed seated on your bed, eyebrow raised in concern. 

“come on,” luke sighed, playfully rolling his eyes when you still refused to get up. he held out his hand, looking down at you. “you trust me?” 

you glanced at him then at his hand, deciding. it felt like a loaded question, like he was asking about something more than if you’d go with him to whatever adventure he had planned for the both of you. his heart hammered in his chest as he waited for your answer. you didn’t say anything to his question, unsure if you could rationalize your decision, but when you laced your fingers with his, luke didn’t let go of your hand until you were both out of the campgrounds.

[mllky-way-galaxy]

✦ 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰✦ MK, Sun Wukong, Macaque & Nezha x Gender-neutral reader

✦ 𝓡𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱✦ he accidentally turned into a kid! and now you'll have to take care of him

✦ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼-𝓾𝓹✦ Fluff, spelling errors

꒰ ✦ ꒱   ──𝓜𝓚 "𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭"

Ahh, he would be so adorable! Just walking around with little legs and hands, tripping over the air and falling, then getting up as if nothing happened, or when he tries to grab something but can’t since he’s just too small but a dedicated boy! He even tries jumping, but they’re big jumps! baby ones! Yet he can’t seem to reach it! Sitting down and pouting, trying to figure out what to do, you’ll have to help him.

Just little Mk laying on his stomach, with crayons all around him and white pages that he’s coloured on a blank piece of paper, and what might he be drawing? Well, of course, there are little sketches of the Monkey King and little sketches of you and him with flowers all around them.

He asks you to play toys with him. BTW, did I ever say that he was a very hyperactive kid? Well, he is! He jumps off the walls of your room and doesn’t stop talking for a second. He just talks about how amazing the Monkey King is and how he wants to be like him!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I want to be just like the monkey king!” The little boy exclaimed with joy while drawing an assortment of colours all around him. Ah, how did this happen? Mei just rang (several times) your door in the early hours of the day, your eyes trying to fight the urge to shut and not open the door and not caring who it might be. Mei just tells you that some demon got Mk and... Now he’s a kid, showing you what was hiding behind her. little Mk, was twiddling his fingers until he saw you, before jumping at you while screaming your name in his kid voice.

Mei just left him with you. Just like a body that was in a weakened state like this, his clothes also changed to accommodate his size. I am not sure if that happened when he turned into a kid or if they made the same clothes he always wears into kid size for him, probably the first one. He probably isn’t acting like a kid either; he’s just always like this.

"Uh, huh, if you ask me, I think like you just the way you are.” You smile; he's a pretty easy kid to deal with, even though he talks a lot. It could be worse, right? “He’s so cool; he trapped the bad demon bull in a mountain!” He exclaims, You watch from the couch, trying to wake yourself up with a cup of coffee and talking to him. Sheesh,  you never thought you’d become a parent in one morning!

“Are you drawing Monkey King Mk?” You ask since he’s been covering his paper, not letting you take even a glance.

“No..”

“Then what are you drawing?”

"Well, I’m drawing you." He smiles, grabbing the hood paper and getting off from laying on his stomach and onto his feet. He walks over to you with the paper behind his back before revealing his drawing: you and him in a flower field, smiles on both of your faces and a flower crown on your head.

“I love it!” You say taking the drawing from him; of course, you were going to keep it and hang it on your fridge. Even if he turns back to normal, you’ll keep it for the memories and cute little Mk. <3

꒰ ✦ ꒱   ──𝓢𝓾𝓷 𝓦𝓾𝓴𝓸𝓷𝓰 "𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰"

He probably just did it for fun, just for attention, because he likes to have all attention on him. (Is this one of his 72 transformations?)? Who knows?).

just gets in your arms and has you carrying him around everywhere and taking care of him. He also lies to you, saying that “a demon and I were fighting, and when I was about to defeat it, but then he struck me, and now I’ve been reduced to this pitiful form. He’s so dramatic about it too, making you question his story in your head, but you know if you ask him, he’ll just say, “I would never lie!" So you’ll just have to deal with him like this.

You’ll let him get away with a lot of things when he’s like this, since you couldn’t resist him before since he was so handsome, and now you can’t either because of how adorable and cheeky he looks. He will also grab your legs and press his cheek against them whenever he doesn’t want to leave you, even for a second.

You get back at him by not letting him have peaches; he whines so much about them, and the great excuse you came up with was that his delicate child body wouldn’t be able to handle the immortal peaches, so he doesn't have a stomach ache.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“(Naammmee) you’re being unfair." Wukong stretched your name while whining about the fact you wouldn’t let him have his peaches, giving you his child-pouting face, trying to reach the peaches from your hands, which you held far above him, not letting him have them.

“Unfair? I only worry about you; am I that heartless?" You match his energy; if he’s going to be like that in his little kid form, then you’ll make it on his level. “Ohh, I’ve caused you such pain when I only care about you. How terrible I am.” You hold the peach close to your chest, acting with very exaggerated, teary eyes.

"…"

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, Wukong.” You smile while sitting on your couch and crossing one leg over the other with a peach in hand. Wukong gets on the couch and tries to take the peach back from you, but you do the same thing as before and keep it far above his head. You doubt someone like him. The monkey king can be turned into such a state as this.

"Isn't it fair to mess little kid, y'know?” he smiles, reverting to his original form, which is him as an adult, grabbing the peach from your hand while you look at him a little shocked before he returns to being a kid.

"Wait, wait," you say, grabbing your chin roughly with one of your hands. He, no way that little—you know he was messing with you—but to transform into an adult and back to a kid surprise, you didn’t expect for him to give in and didn’t even have to in the first. He could have overpowered you whenever he felt like, ugh, why did he even bother?!

꒰ ✦ ꒱   ──"𝓢𝓲𝔁-𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭" 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮

Honestly, who knows how it happened? He just doesn’t want to tell you, and whenever you ask him, he just won’t answer you. Ah, kids these days are so emotional about everything you joke to him—these kids you were referring to was him, of course.

If he tries to get sassy with you and you just pick up the scarf around his neck, don’t worry; it doesn’t hurt him, but he just whines, telling you that when he turns back, he won’t show you any mercy! Such a crybaby he’s acting like right now.

You couldn’t help but stop laughing at him; just stop, okay? You’re hurting his feelings! He won’t talk to you if you keep this up.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Have you had fun yet?” Macaque grumbles, crossing his little child's arms, while watching you laugh so hard that your face is starting to turn red, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You feel like you’re going to fall from laughing too hard. You wipe away a few of the tears that started to fall before answering him back.

“yeah..yeah.-“ You started to laugh again, trying to stop but not being able to stop, feeling the pain in your stomach and ribs. You tried to take deep breaths and calm down but couldn't; you felt yourself falling apart.

Macaque didn't say anything about it but just watched you as he finally calmed down enough for you to breathe normally again with a small smile on your face. Looking up at him, he just sighed deeply, "The six-ear Macaque, a little kid.” You laughed between your words but tried to stop to not hurt his ego. You already did it, so you try to stop now.

You didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did by laughing again. “What even happened?” you asked, wiping another tear from your eyes. "You." Macaque started talking, then paused to think for a second or two. “You don’t need to know." He said it quietly, but with an annoyed tone in his voice.

grabbing him by his scarf and pulling him up in the air, "Let go!" He whined in his little child's voice. He tried to kick his legs, but they weren't strong enough to do anything. The scarf you're holding is tight in your hand.

"You won't get away with this!"

"What's going to sicken your shadows on me? That would be so cute though," he grumbled at your reptile joke while squirming around your worst, the complete worst. 

꒰ ✦ ꒱   ──𝓝𝓮𝔃𝓱𝓪 "𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓽𝓾𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮"

It’s all because of that good-for-nothing Wukong who dared to turn into this and his reason, just because...

Wukong doesn’t know any quick way for him to return to normal, and there’s only one way to wait out, but that dumb monkey doesn’t know how much time it will take?!! How will anything run without him? If he can’t show up, no one will take him seriously!

Now you’ll have to deal (if you didn’t think he was short already, then he sure is a midget now). He’s complaining a lot about this predicament he’s in with you trying your best to comfort him by calling him cute while styling your hair.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“That Wukong always causes problems wherever he goes.” He mutters in his high voice, which you couldn’t help but find so adorable. You would take him seriously, but again, he’s so adorable!! Ringing your fingers through hair separated parts from one another.

You hear him sigh in frustration. “You know, I think you look really cute like this.” You smile and turn back to look at me. “You don’t even take me seriously.” He says it and pouts a little.

You roll your eyes and laugh. “I am! and turn back. I haven't finished doing your hair." You reply and continue with his hair while he leans back and closes his eyes, calming down after ranting for so long. He is too cute, and you want nothing more than to hug him tightly.

"Well, look on the bright side. At least you got a day off and you spent it with me,” you say and smile at him while you keep working on his hair. He doesn’t say anything. “Even though I look like this, at least I have you." He blushes a little. Oh,  he completely forgot he had you. I guess it's not that bad.

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[comradekatara]

Can you go a bit more in depth about your post about Sokka in the Burning Rock episode? You said that it was basically his suicide mission, which I agree with. I'd really like to hear more of your thoughts on it.

okay yeah i mean i'm sure i've covered all these points before extensively because i love weaving a tapestry of sokka's fucked up psychological landscape more than anything in the world, but every so often someone will comment on one of my posts and be like "i think you're reaching i think sokka is the paragon of mental health actually" and i'm just like um. did we not all watch the boiling rock. did we just ignore the apotheosis of sokka's entire character arc. like katara's apotheosis in "the southern raiders" is both very overt and impactful and also, arguably, subtler than sokka's, because they don't explicitly spell out the themes every five seconds, but like. if you didn't watch the boiling rock then you cannot understand sokka. and weirdly enough i also believe that zuka shippers are the biggest culprit of this despite this episode being thee zucchini episode because they somehow still have the audacity to characterize sokka as "goofy sunshine who exists to comfort zuko" when like. the entire point is that sokka is legitimately suicidal here and zuko is doing everything in his power to support him thru what is quite literally a mental breakdown. like their relationship is legitimately interesting i don't understand how people have taken that and made it deeply boring.....but i digress.

the boiling rock is quite obviously sokka at his lowest. the worst thing that could ever happen to him – fumbling a mission that was squarely his responsibility, from its conception to its execution, due to not being able to sufficiently compartmentalize his emotions, leading to the mass imprisonment of most of his comrades, including the men of his tribe whom he idolized his entire life and felt immense pressure to live up to, including his father who he is deathly afraid of disappointing (for reasons that have nothing to hakoda being malicious or neglectful in any way, fwiw), and thus being directly implicated in the failure and the harm caused by said failure – happened. sokka is someone who is especially bad at dealing with failure, because a) he is exceptionally talented, and thus has less experience dealing with failure in both minor and major ways, and thus lacks the emotional resilience developed through the process of struggle and growth that normal people (such as, incidentally, zuko) go through and b) to sokka, whose primary desire at all times is to protect and provide for others in any way he possibly can, for someone else to sacrifice themselves for him constitutes a fundamental disruption to the order. there is a perverse wrongness to kya or yue or hakoda or suki making sacrifices on their own volition, because it means that sokka has existentially failed to protect them by martyring himself. like, he somehow feels so guilty about suki being imprisoned that when azula reveals this piece of information to him, it literally distracts him from his own mission. and mind you, there's absolutely no way sokka could have known or been responsible for suki's imprisonment. but he still feels guilty nonetheless. and azula knows that, knows exactly how to twist the knife to make him break, because, well, it's honestly pretty obvious.

sokka obviously cannot retroactively save his mother or his first girlfriend, but he can save his father and his current girlfriend. in "the awakening" aang says he has to restore his honor after the guilt and shame of his failure in ba sing se (aang is also an incurable gifted kid perfectionist, btw, as is azula. posts for another time...) and sokka repeats zuko's line again in this episode, after experiencing the guilt and shame of his failure during the eclipse. the driving motivation of zuko's entire character, feeling like he has failed in some ontological way and must therefore redeem himself or die trying, is reinforced through aang and sokka's respective experiences mirroring that drive. aang goes out in a storm and nearly drowns to redeem himself in some vague, nebulous way, because he isn't thinking rationally. and likewise sokka, who usually always has a plan and always thinks things through, feels that caution and foresight is pointless, because he came up with a genuinely brilliant invasion plan and it didn't work, so clearly there's something wrong with him (just as he always suspected) and no amount of planning even matters, because he's a capital F Failure and always will be. and so he vows to save his father, as he promised him he would when they parted on the day of black sun, or die trying, because if he can't even do that then what is he good for; at least he'll die a martyr, which to him, is basically his ideal situation. because to sokka, dying as a martyr is basically the highest form of fulfilling his purpose (being needed, protecting people) and so if he dies a martyr, then maybe his catastrophic failure (that is entirely his fault and rests squarely on his shoulders btw) can be forgiven. so his plan is basically just to sacrifice himself for his father so that he can die "redeemed." very normal, rational, healthy behavior, i would say.

sidenote, i also see people claim that "the boiling rock" makes sokka look stupid because why wouldn't he take any of the insanely talented benders to a prison in a giant volcano surrounded by a boiling lake, and it's like. sokka literally admits that he's not being rational, that he doesn't think he's going to survive this, that this is not a good idea. it would go against sokka's entire modus operandi if he brought the children who he feels a deep, presiding responsibility to protect on a suicide mission that he's lowkey hoping will fail (because he not so secretly loves courting death. it's like she's the moon or something). he only lets zuko come with him because he doesn't actually care whether zuko lives or dies at this point. sokka has absolutely no faith in zuko whatsoever (and frankly, why would he, zuko has yet to actually prove himself to him. he didn't even kill combustion man; sokka did) so he has no idea that zuko is actually going to be helpful and supportive in a meaningful way. and frankly, if he had known that at the beginning, or even remotely liked zuko as a person, he probably wouldn't have caved so easily when zuko invited himself to join. if he didn't think that zuko was objectively worse than him and basically worthless as a human being, i doubt he would have let himself be so vulnerable with zuko in the first place. meanwhile zuko is eating it up bc he's like "omg he's confiding in me he's letting me help him we're basically besties" because he doesn't actually know sokka well enough to realize that sokka doesn't actually do that shit with people he remotely respects. shit like "my first girlfriend turned into the moon" and "i had a feeling this was going to be a one way trip" are simply not things that sokka would say out loud 98% of the time. the fact that he is admitting something real is not a testament to the trust he places in zuko, but rather the opposite. sokka spilling his guts (you know, for him) to his resident collateral damage, sokka bringing his lovingly crafted space sword on this mission, sokka not even confirming whether or not his father is actually there beforehand – he's simply stopped giving a fuck, he doesn't care whether or not he lives to see another day, because to him, he has nothing left to lose.

but of course, that also isn't true at all. i mean, for one thing, zuko still needs to teach aang firebending, so he does serve a pretty important function to the group, and zuko simply telling him to do hot squats in his absence does not qualify as significant tutelage. but also, even more importantly, sokka is integral to the fabric of the group. when he's gone for a day in "sokka's master" they literally all just shut down and start complaining about how much they miss him (we don't actually see any b-roll of the gaang hanging around the western air temple because the episode is simply too busy for that, so who can say whether the same thing occurs twice). sokka cannot afford to simply die just because his first plan failed, he still has a major responsibility to his friends. fucking idiot. i've said before that sokka has the emotional resilience of like. a pathetic wet newborn kitten caught in the rain. but like, come on man. i mean, as someone who has also suffered from debilitating perfectionist issues and never had to be responsible for a failed military invasion that cost my people their freedom, i do get it, but still. not his best moment. although there is something genuinely admirable about the fact that after he finds suki, he decides that saving suki is enough, and genuinely does want to succeed in his mission going forward. like his love for suki is one of the only things that consistently makes him happy and makes him forget that his greatest dream in life is to be murdered, and that's so beautiful to me.

the entire point of this episode, by the way, is that sokka is wrong. if that isn't obvious. sokka's entire worldview, that he only has value insofar as he exists to provide for others, and if he fails to protect people in any capacity, he has fundamentally failed to uphold the one reason he even exists on this earth, and thus he does not deserve to exist unless he is bearing the weight of everyone's suffering or otherwise proving his worth through sacrificing himself for others, is um. fucking stupid???? and incorrect. and stupid. the thing is, unlike zuko, sokka can't really point to any one person who taught him to see himself this way. he can't just face his father and tell him that his abuse was cruel and wrong, because hakoda is a good father who has never not supported and believed in and encouraged him, done everything in his power to protect him, loved him unconditionally. hakoda has inadvertently damaged sokka's psyche in various ways, of course, but never with any intention to hurt him. like, ozai tried to kill zuko, on multiple occasions. it's a pretty obvious indicator of the primary source of harm in his life. but sokka is equally if not more Unwell, and there's no one single figure he can blame, because his complex lies within a tangled web of what my best friend fanon calls the "massive psychoexistential complex" of the colonized subject. he is being dehumanized not through interpersonal abuse, but through the violent logic of imperialism. sokka's formative traumas inform his psychology as he understands that he only has value insofar as he is protecting the people he loves (namely his sister) from being murdered by imperialists, much like his mother did. and that logic is continually reified through the violence he is being subjected to, until he truly absorbs the belief that his life has no value on its own, that he is genuinely Less than [human] in some fundamental way. which is obviously deeply tragic, but also lowkey kind of comical because he also happens to be the specialest boy in the world, who literally did come up with multiple working escape plans at the world's most secure supermax on the fly, mind you! but whenever anyone tries to point that out, including piandao literally saying "you're the most exceptional and worthy person i've ever met in my life" sokka is just like "um. that is incorrect actually." like NO ONE should depersonalize themselves and feel that their only value lies in their ability to serve and sacrifice themselves for others, but it's especially ironic that sokka literally does not think he has any value as a human being, and yet he is also objectively exceptional. like, do you understand why i adore this character so much. do you.

anyway. the point of this episode isn't that sokka has worth because he's exceptional, either. that's lowkey the point of "sokka's master," but also a) sokka doesn't really internalize it and b) the more important part of the episode lies in how much the gaang just misses his company because they miss their neurotic control freak big brother who makes bad jokes. but even if he couldn't come up with multiple working escape plans on the fly, suki and zuko still stay by his side anyway because they care about him. they are demonstrating that they would risk their safety and possibly even their lives, in the exact way that sokka is always trying to for everyone else, for him. that sokka doesn't need to be the one who always protects everyone else, and that he isn't a failure for letting people who care about him help him and protect him. and sokka has to accept their help, because suki and zuko are simply too stubborn not to force him into letting them support him. they are standing in a literal maximum security prison in the middle of a volcano and they are still choosing to prioritize sokka's mental health and wellbeing, which is honestly crazy, but also exactly what he needs in this moment. suki has known sokka for what, 3 days maximum? yes they're soulmates but like, girl get up. and in zuko's case, "girl get up" is magnified tenfold, because he literally risked his life to go with him to the boiling rock (also largely motivated by the guilt of not being able to stage his own prison break with iroh, but still!) and let himself get imprisoned despite being the fire nation's most wanted criminal, stayed by sokka's side no matter what including getting thrown into a literal torture chamber for him, jumped across a gaping boiling chasm with no guarantee that he'd survive except for the implicit expectation that sokka would catch him on the other side. like zuko is so fucking pussywhipped and sokka didn't even value him as a human being until like halfway through their entire mission. insane.

in conclusion: "the boiling rock" is a beautiful story of the most mentally ill boy on the planet (he took first place ever since jet died rip jet forever in our hearts), and his two ride or die bitches who he met like yesterday, and also his dad, and a casual homophobe named chit sang, all working together to demonstrate to him why killing yourself is a bad idea in most cases, probably. it's also the story of the most insane dyke drama of all time, but that's for another post (of which i have of course made multiple, most recently, here). i said it's the apotheosis of sokka's arc, and by that i mean it's the most overt acknowledgement of what his fundamental issue is, and the first steps one must take in actually resolving it (namely, accepting help and support from your peers and loved ones). do i think that sokka is magically cured after returning from the boiling rock? no, probably not (in fact, because i'm somewhat sick & twisted myself, i like to imagine that once the war ends, he actually gets worse). but he does seem genuinely happier after they return. and maybe that's just bc kyoshi warrior pussy hits different, but like. he was able to rely on others for help (including mai my best friend mai) who supported him unconditionally and prevented him from simply giving up, and that's so incredibly important. that kind of support is always important, to everyone, of course, but as we've established, it's especially important to sokka specifically, at his lowest (quite possibly ever), in this situation. no one has an obligation to risk their life for someone else, but sokka is something who thinks that his purpose is to risk his life for other people (namely katara), and so for people who really have nothing to gain and everything to lose in standing by and promising not to leave without him, to actually show that they support him unconditionally is huge. if sokka has no fans then i am dead and so is suki zuko hakoda toph aang piandao iroh the mechanist etc etc etc. perfect episode <3

[kirisunshineboy]

𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧 | 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

☆ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: min yoongi/reader ☆ 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: pure fluff ☆ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: a little to much fluff ☆ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.6k ☆ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Yoongi arrives home late. Again. So much time off without him has made you think that maybe there's someone else he's interested in now, and you can't bear the pain of that thought.

☆ 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: The word apapachar comes from Nahuatl, and means "to caress with the soul". It is considered one of the most beautiful words in Mexico, and, personally, it is my favorite of all the words in my language. Btw, sorry for any grammatical errors, English isn't my first language.

You always wait for Yoongi awake. Or at least you try to. The first few times weren't that hard: you just sat on the couch in front of the front door and after twenty minutes he would come in apologizing for being late. You didn't care. It wasn't that big of a deal. 

He would come up to you and give you a kiss on the head, kneeling in front of you to rest his head on your lap as a way of apologizing. You always played hard to get, but you could never resist him and ended up accepting his offer of peace, starting to slip your fingers through his soft locks to brush them and massage his head. 

It would all continue with Yoongi carrying you in his arms to his room to tuck you in, giving you kisses with quick flutters all over your face between his every move, ending with him hugging your body gently as he traced slow circles on your back. 

"I love you" was the last thing you heard before falling into dreams. 

But that wasn't happening anymore. 

Not in a long time. 

You can't remember the last day you even saw him at a time other than him coming out of the bedroom early in the morning, leaving you alone in the big bed you share. 

In fact, you can't even be sure if you're still sharing it, as it's been two weeks since his presence in the evenings has been non-existent. 

You've almost forgotten what his soothing touch feels like on your heavy back. 

You glance at the clock by the door. 03:25 a.m.

Your eyes feel heavy and you don't think you can stay awake any longer. Although to be honest, not that that's of any use. Deep in your heart you know that Yoongi probably won't make it home tonight. Or the next. 

Work? Yeah, maybe. You know how obsessive he can be when it comes to producing music. But you're suspicious. And it's at times like this that your doubts are triggered, embracing your unconscious in a way you hate. 

You'd be lying if you said you've never wondered if there's someone else. It's normal, isn't it? And sure, you'd have your reasons for doubting, but it doesn't take you long to bury those thoughts to the back of your mind every time. 

Only this time it's different.

The back-to-back unexplained absences and the strange barrier of distance that has risen between you do nothing to dull your thoughts. 

Yes, maybe you found someone else. Someone who shares the same passion he does for music. Someone who doesn't need so much annoying physical affection. Someone he can talk to about his work without having to explain every little concept. 

You feel your eyes fill with tears and your eyes sting. 

3:50 a.m.

It wouldn't be hard for him to get someone else. You're the first to say he's the most handsome man you've ever seen, I mean, why did he pick you in the first place? Having thousands, millions, of options. Maybe you were just a passing fancy. Maybe he realized the women he could get and decided to pass you up. You wouldn't blame him if he decided to dump you in a corner at the drop of a hat. 

At this point, you're curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you. Silent tears slide down the surface of your skin and land on the soft fabric covering you. 

It's okay, isn't it? 

You love him. And people who love should step aside if they are no longer reciprocated. That's the way it should be. 

You feel a blue feeling run through you from top to bottom. This only intensifies when you hear the door lock rattle heavily. 

4:10 a.m.

Yoongi arrives. 

When the door opens, you can see his silhouette walking wearily into the house, closing the door carefully behind him. His shadow moves and leaves his coat on the coat rack, sighing heavily. Yoongi moves toward you, but without noticing you yet. Not that there is any light to indicate your presence. 

You feel a new horde of tears threatening to come out and you tremble. 

Yoongi seems to notice a lump on the couch and turns on the lights just in time to see your figure writhing in spasms under the blanket. 

His face goes from tired to worried in an instant. 

"Honey, what's wrong, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Yoongi whispers as he approaches your trembling figure. His face looks alarmed as he stands in front of you. 

What Yoongi watches closely are your watery eyes and flushed nose. Your flushed cheeks and tousled hair make him fidget.

You still can't speak. Not with the lump in your throat. 

"Honey, please talk to me"

Yoongi insists, kneeling in front of you and reaching for your hands underneath the cloth. His heavy eyes are flashing an alarm signal beneath you. 

"You are late. Again." 

The words leave your throat in a wisp of a voice that Yoongi wouldn't have heard but for the silence there. 

Yoongi clenches your hands and looks down, guilty. 

"I... The job took me longer than expected, you know I've been working on the album I told you about and-"

You don't let him finish. 

"You're going to leave me?" You ask, your voice hoarse. Your tone is the complete opposite of your current appearance, which is destroyed and tearful. Yoongi looks up at you, surprised by your question. He lets go of your hands. 

"What are you talking about?"

You feel your chest tighten. You open your mouth again and try to speak, but only rubbery, unintelligible gasps come from your lips. Yoongi distinguishes a few loose things among your babbling, "You're always late," "I know I'm not as interesting as other women," and a halting, "I'll do better."

You don't know how to describe Yoongi's expression as he stands up and turns his back to you, mumbling. He holds his hair before asking you. "What woman are you talking about?"

You look up from the blanket and he turns to face you. Your eyes meet. 

"Isn't that why you're not home?"

"I'm not-"

"Isn't that why you don't hug me?"

Yoongi can swear he feels his heart melt with an acidic sense of guilt after hearing you. 

He rushes to hug you tightly, wrapping his arms around your sobbing body. 

You are like this because of him. 

It's his fault. 

You feel like you could burst into tears right there. 

"Oh, honey," Yoongi's voice sounds broken. More crying builds up in you. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

You allow yourself to relax under his embrace. You missed him so much. Yoongi tightens his grip on you and drowns your sobs in his chest. 

"I thought that- that I was the problem and that you didn't like me anymore-" you cry. 

"Please, please don't say that," he begs. He takes your face in his hands and removes the hair over your face to look at you. Now you can make out the dark bags under his eyes. Now Yoongi's nose and cheeks are red too. 

"I'm sorry" He says."Sorry for being away so much, sorry for not explaining anything to you, I didn't mean for you to feel this way..... I'm just- sorry for everything, honey..."

Yoongi kisses your face in messy motions, desperate to let you know he loves you, that he would never stop.

More apologies spill from his lips between each kiss. He takes special care to cover your nose and forehead with affection, mingling his own tears with yours. 

"I-I love you so much and it has never crossed my mind to have anyone else. You're all I want with me, forgive me..."

Yoongi catches you in a protective embrace. You wrap your limbs around his torso, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to his body. He smiles, tracing the familiar circles on your back to reassure you. Your eyes close longingly at the movement of his fingers on your skin. You had missed him so much. 

His breathing begins to soothe you, calming your crying after a few minutes. Yoongi buries his face in your hair, breathing slowly. He had missed you too. 

After a few moments that felt long, you feel him stand up and lift you with him, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and asks you to let go. 

"It will only take a moment, I promise. I'm not going anywhere," he says and gives you one of his rubbery smiles. You reluctantly agree, letting go to hug yourself. 

Yoongi turns his back on you and walks over to the closet to find you some comfortable clothes to sleep in. He decides to bypass your pajamas and goes straight to his part of the closet to give you his favorite shirt and a pair of shorts. He pulls out his own change of clothes and lays them on the bed next to you. 

You feel tired and it's no wonder, as it's after five in the morning. Yoongi takes off your top and puts on his shirt, kissing your shoulders before doing so. Then he puts on his shorts. When he finishes changing you to sleep he doles out more kisses on your face, leaving a soft one on your lips. 

You wait for him to finish dressing and when he does, he takes one end of the blanket from the bed and wraps it around you, moving you around until he has laid down as well. He pulls you in until you are facing his chest and turns off the light, lulling you to sleep. His arms tighten around you as he draws slow patterns on your back. 

Your eyelids feel heavy and you cling closer to his warmth, feeling yourself slowly fade away.

"I love you" Is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep. 

[betterfettered]

Hi! So I was reading through some of your older works (which I enjoyed very much btw) and I noticed you mentioned that yandere Lucifer would want to marry reader (albeit against their will) which made me curious, so if it’s ok may I ask if any of the other brothers would want to marry their darling? And if so, what kind of weddings would they have?

Hey Anon! I'm glad you've enjoyed reading. I have a related ask to yours, so I'll smoosh em together and answer both

Could I request the yandere demon brothers dealing with an MC who refuses to have sex with them before marriage? Totally not as an excuse to get out of being intimate

Which ones ignore MC's request and which ones rush to get married ASAP and spend the honeymoon railing them into oblivion?

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere)(noncon)(somno)(violence against reader)(victim blaming)(gaslighting)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content and rape, victim blaming, and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

As you mentioned, Yandere!Lucifer would want to get married, and I think he'd want a proper, traditional ceremony because of his status. You would have lessons starting months before the actual ceremony, making sure that your etiquette and behavior at the wedding is absolutely flawless. They'd probably be with Barbatos, who might be the only non-Lucifer social interaction you get (it depends). You'll be punished by Lucifer if you mess up or act out, unless you manage to befriend Barbatos so he doesn't tattle on you.

If you said you wanted to wait until marriage, Lucifer would accept that. His demeanor would be such that you wouldn't even think he is sexually attracted to you at all. That being said, once you are married good luck ever walking normally again, he's going to have ur ass using crutches. For weeks afterwards you will be (continuously) covered with bruises and hickeys, and cum will always be leaking down the insides of your thighs. Being that Lucifer is a sadist, in many ways this outcome is actually worse than if you hadn't made him wait because he's not going to slow down, stop, or have mercy even when you cry and beg for him to.

Yandere!Mammon, like all Mammons, would want the gaudiest, most tacky ass wedding possible. Everything will be platinum or gold, the cake is covered in platinum and gold leaf, his tux is crusted with diamonds, there are marble statues of him wearing luxury things everywhere. The gift registry would just say "Give us 2 million grimm" and nothing else. Despite the goofiness of his desired theme, he is thrilled about the prospect of being married to you, and would get really carried away by it. He'd hold you while saying once you're married, you'll be his and never leave the house again and wear a huge shawl when you go anywhere so nobody can look at you but him and you won't talk to anyone else because you're focused on your family.

He would promise to wait for marriage for you, and the speed with which he would break that promise would make you wonder if he every really meant it. He is really compelled by the need to mark you as his, and he thinks about it as soon as he's alone with you, so before either of you know it he'll have slipped his hand into your pants. Afterwards he would insist to both you and himself that you wanted it, that you'd been purposefully tempting him. He'll mention that anyone would do what he did, would need to fuck you as soon as they saw your body; that's why you'll need to wear concealing things once you are married to him.

Yandere!Levi would never admit it because weddings are for normies, but he actually would like to get married. Surprisingly, rather than the sort of cringy gamer wedding you're expecting him to want, he would want a traditional wedding like Lucifer. It's always been something totally unattainable in his mind, because he never expected to find someone who loves him. So it would be a dream come true for him to see you in your wedding attire even if you had to be forced into it - someone is really all his, just like everyone else has. That said, don't be surprised if the wedding colors are like, Ruri-chan's palette or his vows have not so subtle TSL references.

When you said you wanted to wait for marriage for sex, Levi wouldn't reply to you, instead just kind of sulk. In the days following you saying that, he would start groping you more, trying to pull off your clothing, putting your hand on his cock when he's hard. He didn't respond to you because he has no intention of waiting and will eventually resort to pinning you down and fucking you in every way he can imagine (that is many ways, reader).

Yandere!Satan doesn't really care for having a wedding. It seems unnecessary and overly involved to him on the face of it, and he doesn't really find the event romantic enough to make it worth while. He sees it as all about the people attending rather than you and him. If you wanted a wedding he would agree and play along, but he'd make it clear that he's doing it for you and not for himself.

He would agree to wait until marriage, but that means when he considers you both to be married, not you. He'll go with you to a courthouse and get the paperwork officially filled out, and once that is done he considers himself to have waited for marriage. If you think the same way, great! If not, he'll laugh at you with his close eyed, cheery smile because he finds what you said so ridiculous that it's a big joke to him. It will just make the things to come more fun in his eyes.

Yandere!Asmo will want the exact same thing as Mammon except if Mammon had good taste. Asmo probably married himself a few hundred years back (though once he realized that you and he were permanently in love he then divorced himself) so he has experience with wedding things and could do all of the planning, asking questions like which flowers you like and which drapes you like. If you refuse to help, he'll assume it's because you're grumpy and punish you with predicament bondage . For example, using rope to tie you to furniture in a way that if you stand on your tiptoes nothing hurts, but if you lower your heels because of the strain on your calves and feet, you pull the slack out of the rope attached to your nipple clamps and they get painfully tugged on.

To be frank there's no way Asmo is waiting for the wedding LOLL he'll make sure to make you moan and cum a lot so that he can point out how silly it was of you to try and resist him.

Yandere!Beel doesn't really want a whole big wedding -- he finds the long ceremony boring and hard to sit through without getting hungry, and the more important thing for him is domestic life with you, like waking up in the same bed as you. If you want a wedding, he will try to talk you out of it; if it's really important, he will agree but be mopey and kind of...out of his element.

Assuming that you're saying you want to wait for marriage when he's coming on to you, he'll just say "Sorry, I can't" and continue having his way with you. If you're announcing it another time, he'll tell you that he doesn't think it's possible for him and maybe cheer you up if you seem upset about it.

Yandere!Belphegor would want a wedding, but not a traditional one. Probably once he trusts you not to run away, he'd want to elope with you to see some beautiful nature, or just try something neither of you have done before. If he doesn't trust you, no wedding at all because there's no way he'll be able to make it through some long ceremony without falling asleep standing up, and he finds the whole thing to be a drag.

In response to you asking to wait for marriage, he'd probably dismissively say something like "Okay fine, sit on my face then. That's not sex." He'll try his luck that way about basically anything, including actually fucking you ("It's not sex if we don't make eye contact," he says, knowing that he will absolutely make intentional eye contact). He'd pretend to leave it up to you, mostly to see what he can get away with, but if you keep resisting he'll probably fuck you while you are sleeping. He likes the idea of you having a dirty dream because of this, and really enjoys watching the sleepiness quickly evaporate out of your expression to be replaced with shock/fear/horror/maybe all three and a fourth thing when you realize what is happening.

Did you like this, anons!!! Think I missed something? Have a follow up question?? I hope either way that you liked it~

Always taking more asks and requests uwu

[genshin-obsessed]

Hey, are you thinking about making a Vampire! Cyno headcannon at some point? I really want to know how that's gonna go.

「✧」 Well, I didn't have plans but why not now? ^w^ Let's see, I'm just writing as I go so some things may seem not exactly right and it's because I didn't do too much planning beforehand. 「✧」 Btw, this isn't intended to be like... tighnari x reader x cyno, but if you wanna think of it like that, go ahead. Also, this is much longer than I intended it to be? Like I said, no plans, I just wrote and wrote and forgot to stop lol.

Vampire!Cyno

♢ Before you find out ♢

Of course, Cyno keeps his true nature a secret from everyone. The less people know about it, the less issues he'll have to deal with when it comes to answering dumb questions.

He usually tends to feed late at night when he's not necessarily "on duty". Since people know his face so well, he actually needs to do a good job at hiding it. All of his usual clothes are put away and he settles for more darker clothing, that covers all of him, and a mask to hide his face.

Cyno does his best to feed on packets of blood. He doesn't like cornering random people to drink from them- it's too personal of an act and he's not a fan of it. If it ever comes down to a situation where he does need to feed from a person directly, he tries to go for criminals and he'll ever kill them.

He's never lost control and gone crazy but in the event he does, he has a backup plan set up. He's never had to use it before and he thinks about its efficacy on a daily basis.

Normally, Cyno tries to replenish on blood supplies on a monthly basis. He acquires it without actually talking to anyone and paying large sums of mora. The blood, itself, is acquired ethically, he just keeps it for himself sometimes. There is a specific supply that's emergency only and he doesn't touch it unless he has a serious urge. BUT, in the event he's out of those and has no blood whatsoever... he has two people and only two people he'll ever go to. You or Tighnari.

Both of you have asked questions about his secret before but as far as he's aware, you two are still in the dark. He does his best to keep silent about it and doesn't leave a trace (i.e blood lying around his home, blood on his clothes, drinking any packets outside of his bathroom, etc).

Cyno cares for both of you dearly and the thought of his urges ever causing you harm makes his heart ache. He has nightmares about scenarios like that which often makes him wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes he wonders... how dangerous is he? As the General Mahamatra, he's under his own command- when it comes to hunting down those who need a slap of justice. But with these urges... they take over. His thirst for blood commands him and he gets violent.

Uh... it's best he doesn't think about that. He's done his best to prepare to avoid that.

♢ After you find out ♢

Well, it was inevitable you and Tighnari would find out. No matter how hard Cyno tried to keep it to himself, you two were simply too close to him.

The event was... so bizarre to him. He had fed the night before and usually only fed twice a week. It was always enough. But that day, he was helping Tighnari collect samples, going as both a company and a sword (or polearm) and you just happened to be there. Everything was fine as Tighnari made his comments and collected samples with your help. Cyno helped by providing all the best jokes.

Then it hit him. Hard. His chest constricted, his throat felt dry, his vision was getting hazy and both you and Tighnari smelled delicious. His glowing red eyes looked over at the two of you as he had the sudden urge to just tackle you to the ground and drain you dry. Your voices became muffled and he could no longer make out what words were escaping from your lips.

Then, you both looked at him. He panicked, immediately backed away feeling that urge to rip you two apart and lick up every drop of blood becoming stronger. He made up an excuse and he ran. He sprinted all the way home and locked himself up, stumbling to his room, where he'd stashed his emergency blood supply. He just barely managed to rip the bag open, taking large gulps to drink down the sweet, thick blood. Some trickled down his lips, sliding down his chin and throat.

He hadn't even realized both you and Tighnari made your way into his home by pretty much breaking down the door. You'd never seen Cyno react this way and it was scary. You two ran to his room, where you heard something clatter and watched as he drank down the blood like a wild animal. It took a moment before he came to his senses. Soon, the look of horror on his face matched both of yours.

Anyway... since that day, you and Tighnari offer to help him with either acquiring the blood or just offering your own. He strictly refuses and says it's best if you two pretend as if you never even saw it. Which is... well, impossible.

But you're both a lot more supportive than he figured you'd be. Yes, you're both his closest friends but this was different. He was a clear danger to you two, especially after that day, but you two never questioned his loyalty. You two often used that same day as a defense, reminding him that even when he wanted to harm you two, he still managed to run off. He still has his reservations though.

Cyno doesn't drink blood in front of you. He still prefers to sit in the bathroom and sip it slowly as he takes the time to think about whatever he needs to. He doesn't really like answering questions, the biggest being why he doesn't turn to ash in the sun, but it doesn't hurt to educate you two. It's a myth. Vampires don't burst into flames in the sun.

You two have asked about drinking blood directly and it actually embarrasses him a little. He explained he usually drinks from packets and avoids biting into a person if he can. Of course, that spurred the "so like does Alhatiham look delicious?" to which he just rolls his eyes and says "hell no".

He might drink your blood though. If you ask nicely enough.

[blues824]

Hello may I request twisted wonderland 1st years reacting to ciel! g/n reader calling Sebastian to fight overblots?

Yes you can! Btw, Ciel is 13 I believe, so reader will be 13 and all of this will be platonic.

Ace Trappola

You were always very rude to him, especially when he ran his mouth longer than he should have. Plus, you never covered for him. How could you have this much audacity? To be fair, you were 13. Ouch, you just slapped him for making that comment.

You eventually get closer through the unbirthday parties and bond over some tea. He always pours it for you and makes sure you get some sweets. However, he likes to act as your older brother and doesn’t allow you to have too many sweets. You act like you’re constantly annoyed by him, but you actually are fond of the idea of having a ‘normal’ sibling for once.

When Riddle overblots, his first instinct is to protect you. You, however, had a smirk on your face. It made Ace think that you had seen this coming and were prepared for it. You whispered, “Sebastian, I am here.” The first year was about to ask what you said when a demon appeared out of nowhere and started fighting Riddle.

You sat on a chair, crossing one leg over the other while propping your head up with your arm on the chair’s arm. You had a devious smile on your face, and in the matter of a few seconds the demon was right by your side again and Riddle was on the ground. Ace, trembling, asked the question, “who are you and how did you do that?” to the demon.

You and the demon had similar expressions. He responded with, “I am the butler of the Phantomhive household. These types of things are within my repertoire. I am one hell of a butler after all.” Welp, Ace is now out cold on the ground. Congratulations.

Deuce Spade

Mans would probably ask you for help on his homework. You’ve been in Twisted Wonderland for a very short time and you still knew more about the material than he did. He was struggling for real. You didn’t have a problem with it, as long as he didn’t belittle you for being so young like Tweedle-Dumb (Ace) did often.

You actually become close very quickly. Again, he acts as a very protective older brother. He will make sure that you know your way around, that you have an inhaler on your person, and that you always have your cane to help you around. If anyone makes fun of you for it, he will gladly give them a knuckle sandwich.

When Riddle overblots, he goes to pull you behind him. What he doesn’t notice is that you go back even further, grab a chair, and sit down gracefully as you watch the chaos unfold. If Deuce had looked back, he would have been reminded of a king on his throne by the way you were sitting.

You had a confident smirk as you whispered Sebastian’s name. Said demon emerged out of thin air and greeted you calmly. The entire battle was paused out of pure shock. After serving you a cup of tea, your butler grabbed a few silver utensils off the tables and threw them at the overblotted victim.

Within a few seconds, Riddle was defeated. Sebastian had to introduce himself to everyone, and Deuce was just shocked. Since when have you made a deal with a demon?? You explained that you had made a deal with your current butler so that he would help you find whoever killed your parents in exchange for your soul. A 13 year old had to go through so much? 

Jack Howl

You both didn’t get to really know each other until you figured out that Leona and Ruggie were the ones sabotaging the other teams and getting their star players injured. You brought your suspicions to Jack, and he confirmed them.

Alongside each other, you both worked to spoil the lion and hyena’s plans. However, everything went downhill. Diasomnia was in the lead by a multitude of points, and Savanaclaw was in second place. That pissed Leona off, to say the least.

When Leona overblots, Jack’s first response is to jump in front of you since you had no magic. However, you shook your head in pure amusement and whispered something to yourself. He was about to ask you to repeat yourself when he saw a silhouette in the sky, going straight for his Housewarden.

Once the lion was defeated, Sebastian (the silhouette) introduced himself properly after making a small scene about forgetting his manners. The expression on your face made it seem like this was normal to you, and that was very concerning to Jack. This guy even smelled shady, but you made a deal with him anyway?

From then on, the three of you got closer as a ‘friend’ group. You didn’t really put a label on your unexpected friendship, you were more acquaintances that would call upon each other for help. Plus, you both are the only ones at NRC with common sense, so have fun!

Epel Felmier

You didn’t get the chance to become close, but you both related to each other. You both were constantly called ‘adorable’ and it pissed the both of you off. However, you had a more sophisticated approach, while Epel always solved the problem with his fists.

You are invited to Pomefiore from time to time, so that is how you grew closer to Epel. You were a positive influence on him, deemed so by Vil himself. You knew how to act elegantly and like a person of status, so the Housewarden was glad to have you around. 

When Vil overblots, Epel is scared. He has never witnessed this and had to face it in person. However, you seemed to be confident. In fact, you sat yourself in Vil’s throne and whispered the name Sebastian Michaelis while reaching up and taking off your eye patch. The purple-haired first year is very confused until he sees a figure packing Vil up like he was taking him on vacation.

Within a few moments, Vil was on the ground and the figure was making sure you were alright and unscathed. Epel came over and asked who the heck he was, at which you rolled your eyes and Sebastian ‘smiled’ and gave his classic and iconic introduction. 

You made a deal with a demon?? Oh, hell no. He has seen too many horror movies for this. You, however, being as smart as you are, assured Epel that it was a very fair deal. You only wanted to catch your parents’ killers and Sebastian would get your soul. Like Ace, he faints out of shock.

Sebek Zigvolt

How did Crowley think letting in a literal child was a good idea? Let’s not forget about the fact that you don’t have magic either. You were also sickly. It’s literally the worst case scenario for you. The amount of times you have had shouting matches with each other is unfathomable.

He is that annoying older sibling who leaves the door open, and you can’t tell me any differently. He acts like he’s the boss simply because he’s older, until he realizes that your wit rivals even Malleus’s. Even Lilia has a hard time competing against you. That’s when it clicks: maybe you weren’t totally horrible…

When Leona overblotted, he was there on the field with everyone else. He spotted you standing still in the midst of people much bigger than you running past you. You took a seat on a nearby bench that was on the field and whispered something. The half-fae was too far away to hear what you had said, but he can see the smirk you had.

Within a few moments, Leona was brought to his knees and a man dressed in a suit was standing above the overblot victim. Sebek was just shocked. Then, you called out to the man (who he now learned is Sebastian) and you talked to him as though he were an employee.

Sebek walked over and asked who or what the guy standing next to you was. After Sebastian’s magnificent introduction, you explained that he was a demon that you had employed under a Faustian contract. You even removed your eye patch to show the mark. The poor crocodile was on the verge of fainting.

[the-dawn-star]

May I request a small thing about maybe teen reader getting stabbed while on a mission with the lov and the lov don’t know what to do so they basically kept them hidden from dabi and he eventually gets mad and just breaks the door down asking “where the fuck are they”? And then sees that they were stabbed? Take your time btw also love your writing <333

A/N: Hi my anon friend! I have said this before but any fluff with Dabi melts my heart like he melts people.

-S

+ 400ish words.

TW: talk of getting stabbed, that's it I think.

Stabbing might have been an overreaction. It was barely a wound.  

Or that’s what you tried to tell the frantic league around you.  

It was really a stupid mistake that you had gotten stabbed to your side and no matter how much you tried to claim that you were fine.  

Of course, you had been lying to them, it hurt like hell and if they weren’t so panicky you might have been just as scared as them.  

Twice tried to stitch and cover the wound while you cursed like a sailor and squeezed Toga’s hand until she was whining even more than you. 

At some point, you passed out due to tiredness or the pain you couldn’t tell which it truly was.  

--- 

Waking up from a stab wound was everything else than pleasant.  

Your whole body was stiff from the uneasy sleep and the uncomfortable couch you were still laying on.  

The night had been restless because someone was waking you up every hour just to make sure that you were still alive, even if the bleeding had stopped a while ago.  

But even your peaceful time alone was disturbed by fighting outside the thin front door.  

You could hear the voices of your friends and let a little smile grow on your lips. It was good to hear them being back to normal after the frantic night.  

“Where the fuck are they!? What happened?! What’s wrong!!” Dabi yelled over the others not caring about their explanations of your state.  

It took three pushes and a little bit of strength until the door was off of its hinges and Dabi’s eyes glued to you. 

Dabi had become good at hiding his emotions and the pain but still you could see the distraught pain in his eyes.  

The flame user walked calmly next to the couch and took your hand to his.  

You knew that any affection from Dabi was a big deal, so you squeezed his hand back and gave him a small smile trying to comfort him.  

“I’m okay, it’s just a scratch anyway...”  

[kira-fluff]

Y/n who sleeps w no pants on!!! Can you write it for haikyuu like with kuroo and atsumu? Pretty please? ❤️

a/n: *inhales* NO PANTS = PANTS!! i actually relate like pants are so confining >.< i'm assuming you mean no shorts either? lol ..btw i decided to make it pre-relationship so it's especially spicy ehe tw: language, suggestive

sleeping with no pants on - haikyuu!! x reader

atsumu miya you sighed contentedly, slipping off your pants and sliding comfortably under your plush covers. there was something so freeing about being pant-less, the cool sheets brushing across your bare legs, yet not uncomfortable with your panties still on. you swore you slept better without your pants getting rummaged around while you were under the covers and constantly switching which position was most comfortable for you. unbeknownst to you, he had come into your apartment, having been given the key because "what if a spider is in my bathroom". sighing into your sheets, you readjusted your position, completely forgetting that you'd planned a movie night with him.

turning the latch to open your door, he was surprised to be welcomed with complete darkness. he felt around for the light switch, calling your name to see if you were waiting some where to scare him. he was NOT going to be fooled like that again - once you'd jumped out of a corner and he still remembered the high-pitched scream he let out. not his proudest moment. he continued to stomp around your house warily, steeling himself for jump-scare. when he opened the door to your room, he found you nestled comfortably in your covers, sleeping softly. did you seriously forget about the movie? seriously? as payment for your forgetfulness, atsumu thought you deserved a special "awakening". without warning, he grabbed your sheets and ripped them off of you yelling, "what are you doing!?" you smirked as you let out a little shriek of surprise. then his smile fell. you rubbed your eyes, "'sumu...? what are you doing here?" your voice was still groggy from sleep. you were met with silence as a reply. you ran through all your appointments and scheduling in your mind before smacking your head. "right, the movie. sorry." you paused. typically, by now you'd be met with your pouty, bratty best friend, acting like he was two instead of twenty. normally he'd never shut up... so why...? atsumu gulped. he backed away slowly as if dealing with an unrestrained animal, letting out a strained cough. he couldn't keep his eyes from falling back to your plush, soft legs... his eyes trailing up to the space where your thigh met your hip and-- fuck. he was not supposed to be thinking about his best friend like this. he never intended to.. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't shake awake some nights because he was dreaming of you. he felt his face grow hotter. why'd ya have to be so damn hot? this wasn't how it was supposed to be. you were supposed to be friends and you'd definitely be disgusted with him if you found out where his mind wandered when you weren't looking. or when you were. but you didn't know. bless you're oblivious, cute ass. he realized he'd been staring. "i'll," his voice cracked so he cleared his throat, "i'll be in ya kitchen." he quickly turned away, stalking out of the room with a bewildered expression, fist clenched at his side. you raised an eyebrow. then you looked down. shit.

kuroo tetsuro there was something you and kuroo had in common - you both loved to cuddle. typically, you'd find yourselves huddled together under and blanket with a movie playing, sometimes talking during the whole thing and other times lying together in silence. today, you'd ended up talking until well past midnight, so you offered kuroo a place to stay the night. he obliged after much convincing, and again after much convincing, allowed the two of you to share your bed. for cuddles, of course. however, kuroo couldn't stop the rapid pace his heart was beating as you burrowed into the covers, softly groaning as you shifted your weight to come closer to him, rubbing your nose on his arm. he sighed as he looked down at you, finding a half-smile creeping up his face. at last, he willed his heart to slow it's beating, and closed his eyes. not ten minutes later, you were once again shifting your position, even kicking your legs a little. he chuckled at your sleeping habits because it was so you. he couldn't help kissing the top of your head softly. then he felt it. something that he was pretty sure was not there before. your soft, supple thigh rubbing against his own. kuroo's eyes widened slowly. he told himself he wouldn't look but he had to know he wasn't going crazy. he slowly lifted the sheets, and sure enough, even in his semi-nocturnal vision, he could see plainly that you weren't wearing your pants anymore. you must've kicked them off if your sleep, he supposed. he honestly wouldn't have minded so much at your cuddling, he told himself, if it wasn't your bare leg wrapping around his own, only the small cloth of your panties covering you. dammit, this is not what he should be thinking about. he was already feeling himself getting hard, his breath growing ragged. his heart was beating at a staggering pace, and it certainly didn't help that you seemed to nestle impossibly closer to him at every given chance, latching onto his arm and threading your legs around his own. he could feel you rubbing against the side of his hip. his expression must've been comical. he just had to sit there and do nothing. he wasn't going to tell you to stop.. he didn't want to wake you up. and maybe a part of him wanted this. ok, a big part of him. not while you're asleep though. he thought maybe you were a restless sleeper, so he tried to rub your arm softly in attempt to calm you down. didn't work. so, he decided to suffer - he wasn't losing a friend over a stupid boner. so yeah, it was a long night. it's safe to say he didn't get much sleep. you awoke to an empty space beside you. when you called his name, he popped back in the room, as if he was shocked you woke up. "g'morning," you mumbled. kuroo swallowed thickly, deciding he might as well confront it now, "hey, uh... do you always sleep without pants on?" you looked down, you face flushing.

[star2fishmeg]

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ

Pairing: Miyauchi ‘Binzo’ Kozo x afab!reader

Summary: y/n’s day just kept getting worse and worse and Binzo had just what she needed to make it better

Warnings: ooc Binzo, fluff, comfort, swearing, short n' sweet

Authors note: this one’s dedicated @straysugzhpe who is such an incredible person and writer!! This is my first time writing Binzo by the way, have mercy. F/n = friend’s name

Authors note II: my banners and fics look better on dark mode btw, light mode users are your eyes okay?

Request: none!

With the sun finding slumber over the horizon, what was supposed to be just a normal day at school turned for the worst. The heavens opened in the morning, completely ruining the hairstyle she spent ages on perfecting (no occasion, but she just wanted to feel pretty), she failed a test and while it wasn’t that much of a deal, it was just something you’d rather not add to the already defeated feeling; then over lunch, someone spilt juice over her uniform, leaving it sticky and gross and to finish off her day a couple of girls had stolen her shoes and when she had found them, they were covered in mud. Her day went so horrifically that she hadn’t even waited for her friend and just left.

Crushing the juice box between her fingers, y/n dropped it lazily on the bench beside her, staring back at the view over the city from the hill she found herself. The city itself had started to awaken, restaurant lights flickering and apartment lights barely glowing in the tangerine hues that blanketed the world. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes, her breath becoming shallow and she tried to refrain. It failed though, her ducts gave out and the weight on her chest was relieved with hot tears silently streaming down her cheeks, quiet sobs heaving as she let the stress of her day rush out her body.  Covering her face was pointless, no one was around anyway, in her eyes she was already a mess as it was. Dropping her head, she pulled her knees to her chest, curling up on the bench while watching the sunset with blurry vision and sore eyes.

“I, uh…hey y/n.” Kozo wasn’t one for being soft-spoken, but the way he was picking at his nails while approaching the bench to sit next to her in small steps gave enough indication that he was trying his best. He sat at a reasonable distance, not to frighten her, eyes flickering between the view and her figure.

Y/n sniffed, languidly turned her head to give him a glance, pushing hair out her eyes and wiping her eyes swiftly, “Did f/n tell you?” she sniffed. His eyebrows raised at her croaky voice, she really sounded rough. His heart tightened, he’d never seen someone with so much resemblance to sunshine appear completely dejected and rained on. Binzo only nodded, looking back at his hands as she sighed, “I feel awful, I just left them without a word.”

“They understand, don’t worry.” He paused, “You gonna tell me what happened or do you wanna hug or something?” His mind was screaming at him, he could’ve said something better than that and he could’ve offered a hug when he wasn’t covered in dirt and drywall.  Drywall. Where did the drywall come from? He kept fidgeting, his fingers becoming more interesting than anything else at that moment. Leaning back, he draped his arms over the back of the bench, awkwardly opening his mouth but no words came out. What would Mercy do, huh? He had asked him about this type of thing recently but now it was reality, he’d gone completely dumb as if y/n was some random woman. The cogs in his brain rusted and trying to think, he’d known her for years why was his leg trembling and why did he suddenly care about his appearance, why was his stomach doing flips?

Y/n scooted closer to him, resting her head on his chest, facing the dusk, “Did my hair all pretty only for it to get ruined, then failed some dumb test, had juice launched over me and some girls stole my fucking shoes and covered them in mud, so now my feet are cold, damp and disgusting and then I just ran off without f/n so I feel guilty about that and I know it’s not that deep but I can’t help it.”

Binzo wrapped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer while she cuddled into him, tears brimming and being soaked up by his jacket. He didn’t say anything, but the thundering in his chest spoke volumes for him. He just gently caressed her hair, twirling stands on his finger and combing it until she had no tears left to cry.

“For what it’s worth, y/n, I still think you’re pretty,” he said softly and glanced down, y/n lifting her head to meet his gaze, “Even if your hair was ruined, clothes soaked and shoes muddy, you’re still very beautiful.”

She smiled, the corners of her eyes creasing, a genuine smile. Kozo responded with a smile of his own, not a manic one like before fights, one that only existed in the comforts of his room and inner circle where it was followed by a small chuckle rather than a growl. Overall, she thought it was nice hearing him talk rather than yelling, the zombie everyone else knew didn’t exist around her, not that she was bothered by that side.  

“I think you’re pretty too,” her fingers ran down the denim on his jacket, leaving a streak in the dust that coated it, “Even when you’re covered in...drywall?”

He shook his head in defeat, smile never fading, “Shit happens.”

H&L harem (if you wanna be tagged/removed in future H&L content, comment or lemme know via ‘chat to me bbygorl’ :D);

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Emily Prentiss x daughter reader

Request from Ao3

Request: Hi! Can you please do a one-shot with Emily Prentiss x daughter reader where y/n gets into trouble at school for the first time (maybe she'd been bullied and finally just hit the bully out of reaction? Whatever is fine) and Emily had mixed feelings on how to deal with it? Thanks! (y/n is 11 btw) just angst with a fluffy ending?

Summary: Emily prentiss' daughter gets into her first fight at school wuth a bully, Emily gets called in and doesn't know how she should punish her daughter so when she gets to work she askes JJ and Hotch as they are also parents, Her daughter is 11

Third perosn pov...

It was supposed to be a normal day for Y/N Prentiss but of course for the 11 year old her school day was about to become worse.

It all started at morning break, Y/N was swinging on the swings when she was shoved off from behind, angry thrbgirl stands up and turns around.

When she did she saw Lucy one of the many girls who had for some reason decided at the start of the year that Y/N was her punching bag.

But this time Y/N had enough, she hated lying to her Mum about all the bruises she gets when she gets home from school.

Y/N crosses her arms and glares at the girl  "What now Lucy?" She asks, this surprises the other girl as she had never been spoken back to before by anyone.

The little brat of a child glares back at her usual punching bag "Oh what's this the punching bag can talk, what a surprise" she says mockingly

Y/Ns knuckles turns white, she was trying and failing to hold herself back from punching Lucy, she had training from her Uncle Derek just incase an unsub kidnapped her or for instances jsut like this.

Y/N stands her ground and stares back at Lucy, hoping her face would betray how scared she actually felt standing up for herself and everyone who was a victim to bullying.

"I'm not at stupid as you Lucy, at least I actually work hard and don't have my many many servants to do my work for me" talks back Y/N

This made Lucy even more pissed off, the cocky girl crossed her arms as pissed off look on her face. "Well at least I have a dad who loves me-" the 11 year old barely finished her taunt before she was tackled by Y/N.

The girls eyes were filled with anger as every punch and kick hits it mark, Lucy's screams were heard throughout the playground s she was attacked by Y/N. "You forget princess, I've been trained by FBI agents" Says Y/N with every punch not stopped her attack on the bully.

As Lucy's screams increased the group of cheering students didn't notice the teachers coming their way and breaking up the fight, Y/N was grabbed from behind and pulled away from Lucy.

Said girl was on the ground still covering her face with her arms as the attack stopped, Y/N struggled in the arms that grabbed her, suddenly the sound of the principal stopped her struggling

"Detention both of you and I'm calling both of your parents" he exclaimed as Y/N was walked to the nurses office to get her cuts looked at.

As least she wasn't as hurt as Lucy was, the little girl had cits and bruises all over her face, she also had a broken nose which Y/N was proud of.

All though Lucy did get some good punches in Y/N had a black eye and a spilt lip and was also covered in cuts and bruises, it took a while until both girls were covered up and sent to the Pricipalz office.

With Emily...

Emily Prentiss was nervous as she pulled up to her daughter's school. She had received a call from the principal informing her that her daughter was involved in a fight and the principal wanted Emily to come in to discuss it. Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

As Emily entered the principal's office, she saw her daughter slumped in a chair, head down, not daring to meet her mother's eye.

The principal began by explaining what had happened. It seemed her daughter was being bullied by another girl and had finally had enough. She had gotten into a physical altercation with the bully.

Emily silently took it all in, a storm of emotions raging inside her. Part of her wanted to hug her daughter and tell her that she understood. But part of her was also angry, worried and scared. How should she punish her daughter?

When she returned to work, she approached JJ and Hotch, both of whom were also parents. She asked them what they would do in her situation.

JJ gave her a sympathetic look before launching into a long and winding tale about how her own daughter had once been involved in a fight.

She then explained how she'd more or less let it slide, acknowledging that her daughter had been in a tough spot and did what she felt she needed to do to stand up for herself.

At the end of JJ's story, Hotch added his own point of view. He said that while violence wasn't the answer, he agreed with JJ that in this situation there was nothing to be gained from punishing her daughter too harshly.

He suggested instead that she have a calm and rational discussion with her daughter about her actions and make sure she understood why violence was never the right course of action.

Emily nodded in agreement with what they said. She thanked them both for their help and headed home, ready to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her daughter.

Even though the situation had been difficult, she was glad that she had the support of her colleagues, both of whom had offered her sound advice as a parent.

The end!

I hope you liked this oneshot for Emily I love writing for her, any way as always so sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1055

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I have a few things to say, 1, your writing is really cool!! 2, I thought your profile said "gay, autistic frog" 3, I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing about dark au! donnie with a spider mutant s/o, I think their dynamic would be really interesting considering rise!donnie is scared of spiders

OKAY SO I MADE SOME CHANGES AS I THINK IT WOULD BE EASIER TO WRITE THIS BUT, BIG MAMA'S KID, YOU ARE HER KID, SO UR A YOKAI INSTEAD OF A MUTANT (Also you didn't specify GN or Male, but I WENT WITH MALE FOR SELF INDULGENCE)

Also btw, I am going to be gone from tomorrow thru to Halloween, I most likely won't make any fics during that because I will be at my relative's house and won't have my computer. CW: there's a link with a reference picture to what kind of Spider Y/N is, also mentions of Dark! Big Mama being a shitty parent lmao ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was that time of year again where Big Mama hosted a Party for her allies (The Turtles, Splinter, Draxum, and the Foot Clan.)

It almost always ended poorly, but Donnie hated the entire day

It was a non-stop 8-12 hours of dealing with a Huge yokai that was his most feared animal, a Spider.

Of course, his brothers hated it too, being around that many people, ANNOYING people at that, they hated Big Mama's phrases and accent, they despise Cassandra, even Mikey calls her "TOO GODDAMN MUCH"

The only people they even remotely tolerate there is Draxum and Splinter, even then, they get on their nerves sometimes, they would NEVER say that though, that will guarantee a night in the dungeon.

The party was interesting if they took everyone else away though, it was always a party at Big Mama's special area at the Battle Nexus, fighting and blood was always present, and that was the ONLY good part.

However, this year was different, you were there.

Big Mama paraded you around as his Gorgeous Son, you had a different genus of Spider compared to Big Mama, you were a Gooty Sapphire Ornamental

Donnie, even though he is afraid of Spiders, would be lying if he didn't say you were Gorgeous, just like Big Mama said

He did notice that you seemed to HATE the attention, He couldn't blame you, it was a room full of Manipulative, Smartass, Traitorous assholes, hell, he and his brothers could be put under that category, it sure as hell wasn't inaccurate.

Once he noticed you leave the area, He followed you, you were walking into your room, he hesitated before following you in

Your room was gorgeous, it was covered in a light blue silk, there were Technological systems, making it seem like you enjoyed Robotics

The floorboard creaked under Donnie's feet, making you snap your head towards the noise

You both stared at each other for a second, you looked alarmed before you recognized him from the party

"Come to try and get on Big Mama's good side through me?" your voice seemed soft, but accusatory

"No." Donnie replied bluntly, "I just thought you were just like your Mother said."

You squinted at him, all eight eyes narrowing, you scoffed before saying (More like hissing) out "You know she only says that when guests are around, it Inflates her ego when they agree, she doesn't mean it, she's told me so."

He looked stunned before you kept going on "She just wants to use me to Strengthen her Ties with either you turtles or the foot clan, she's tried it before with Previous clans."

"But" you said softly, "I appreciate you complimenting me like a normal person, your brothers kept making sexual innuendos." your face contorted into an uncomfortable grimace at the reminder of what they said

He seemed to laugh "Doesn't sound like Raph, but DEFINITELY like Mikey and Leo", you smiled at that.

"My Name's Y/N."

"Donatello" he responded gruffly

You two ended up bitching about Big Mama and talking about science, robotics, engineering, and experiments up until he had to leave

You ended up exchanging phone numbers with the purple turtle, you knew how evil he was, and what he does (Reader doesn't support hurting humans in this fic), but oddly enough, you couldn't help but find him cute, douchebag and all.

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I Sold a Book! Let's Talk About It.

So if you’ve been paying attention at all (and it’s 100% fine if you don’t – trust me; there are plenty of days when I don’t feel like paying attention to myself one bit), you may have heard that I have a new series debuting next fall (2024). It’s called THE CHRONICLES OF VIKTOR VALENTINE and yes, it takes place in the same world as THE CHRONICLES OF VLADIMIR TOD and THE SLAYER CHRONICLES. But, like, apart from the announcement that we’re going back to Elysia, I haven’t really spoken much about the book/series and what it’s going to feature. So why don’t I do that now?

First off, I sold the first two books of this series back in September of 2021, and I’ve been DYING to talk about it ever since. But there are certain things in publishing that we don’t do – and a big one in my case is that I never discuss a book until my publisher has announced our deal. So I kept quiet. Kinda. For the most part, anyway. Then, just a few weeks ago, I got the news that my happy news was public, and I word-vomited all over TikTok and then I disappeared for a while. Why?

Oh. No biggie. Just a much-needed family vacay to celebrate my 50th birthday, my son Jacob’s 30th birthday, and Jacob’s engagement to his beautiful fiancée, Jordan (!!!). (She had NO idea and it was just the perfect moment. Love them so much.)

But now I’m back and I feel a bit like Crowley in Good Omens 2 when he walks into the bookshop after he and Azirophale had argued and Crowley says, “I’m back.” In other words, I’m back. I’m here. I don’t really have a plan for what I’m going to say, but I know one thing is for certain. I’m not doing the apology dance, dammit.

So what’s the series going to cover? Will you see Vlad again? Will you find out what the deal was with Snow’s eyes?

The short answer is YES! The longer answer is: YES…eventually. 

See, I plan to include as many of the characters you know and love from CoVT in this series, but there are a few of them, so that’s gonna take time. Am I going to give you all the answers to all the questions you still have about CoVT? Oh yes. Just give me time.

This series is about a boy named Viktor who learns that not only are vampires real…but his parents are the most famous vampires of all—Dracula and Elizabeth Bathory. Viktor is a nervous kid as it is. His chest often feels tight with anxiety. He’s pretty insecure about his friendship with his bestie, Damon (who has amazing hair, btw). And don’t get me started on his mean next-door neighbor. The new neighbor across the street, however…

Her name is Alys. Keep an eye on that one, Minions.

Viktor lives in a town called Nowhere. It’s a small, Midwestern town. Quaint, normal, boring. But that’s only because Viktor has yet to unearth the town’s secrets. But I digress…

I could ramble on about Viktor and how his life is tied to Elysia, but I’d rather you find out for yourself…staring in Fall 2024.

Any questions?

[imagines--galore]

Hi<3

I love your writings btw

I just wanted to ask if you could maybe right a reader x dr strange fic where reader and Stephen take a bath together as usual and the reader feels a bit insecure about her body🥹

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+. Romance. A little nudity since they are taking a bath, but nothing graphic. A/N: Awwwwww! Thank you so much for your kind words. I hope you like this one! Was the gif necessary? Not really. Did it absolutely have to be added? Yes, of course.

It had been a really really really long day.

You had been up well before dawn to help with a magical emergency at the London Sanctum. Apparently one of the trainees had thought it would be fun to wear a necklace that held the essence of the magic user Morgana herself. Whatever soul was left within that object had taken over the young disciple and then began to plot on taking over the United Kingdom.

Dealing with that problem had taken the better part of your morning, and you had only just managed to stumble through a portal and back into the New York Sanctum when a distress call from the very middle of the Pacific Ocean had you running through another portal within seconds.

Some long lost civilization had worked out a spell to escape their watery prison and were about to unleash havoc to the surface world. Putting all the spells back in place alongside several other magic users took a long while, and by the time you got back to New York, the sun was already setting.

You were beyond exhausted, magically drained, and hadn't had the chance to eat anything the entire day. Not to mention you had managed to gain several new sets of injuries along your entire body from your fights with Morgana and the sea serpent like creatures. Not to mention you smelled like salt water. You had taken more then one dip in the ocean during your battle with the sea creatures.

You were almost stumbling on your feet as you gripped the door to your bedroom and swung it open to reveal the Sorcerer Supreme standing there, as if he had already been waiting for you. He raised an eyebrow at your wet, disheveled, slightly bleeding and bruised appearance.

"Seems you had quite the day." He observed, reaching out to gently grasp your hand and help you further into the room. You gave a small nod. "Well I had to fill in both our roles didn't I? How was the Inter-Dimensional Magic Council?" You asked, knowing he had been away for days now. "Did you just get back?" Slowly you began to remove your shoes and socks, wincing once your feet were finally released from the confines of leather. You wiggled your toes, hoping to get some feeling back in them.

"I did. Only to hear about the emergencies you had to step in and help with during my absence." He looked like he was about to apologize, but you quickly waved your hand, dismissing it. "Yes well, it is our job as magic-users Stephen, and since you were not here and Wong was busy, I had to help wherever I was called."

Slowly standing up, you sent out a small spell towards the bathroom where the faucet opened and the sound of water filling the bathtub could be heard. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a day's worth of grime to wash off." Normally you would opt for a shower, but you were just so tired that you didn't even have it in you to keep standing for long and do that. As you walked past him, you leaned up a press a kiss to his cheek, the act almost absentminded. "Glad to have you back Stephen." So saying you walked into the bathroom.

                                               ————————–

Steam filled the spacious marbled room. The tub was filled to the brim, and yet you were sitting on the floor beside it, allowing your hand to play in the warm water. You had already shed your clothes, and it was then that you were made aware of the exact toll your body had taken during the multiple fights you had had that day.

Almost every inch of your skin was covered in small cuts, large gashes and minor bruises, to bruises that covered entire patches of skin. Thankfully, the blood had clotted and there weren't any injuries that would be life-threatening but you were more then aware of the lasting scars that would serve as a reminder of your battles. There was no medical kit in the bathroom, and you had no desire to call upon Stephen and ask him to help you. You didn't want him to see you like this. Bruised and battered. On normal occasions you would try and heal yourself, but you were just so exhausted that you couldn't bring yourself to lift your hands anymore.

So you sat there, dozing off and enjoying the warmth of the steam. That is until you felt a gentle hand press against the side of your neck. Your eyes snapped open to meet a concerned blue gaze as Stephen hovered over you. He heaved a sigh of relief at seeing you awake. "You've been here for a long time. And when I came in and saw you just lying there I thought..." He trailed off, not wanting to voice his worst thoughts. You shook your head, smiling in reassurance. "I'm alright. I just didn't feel like getting up." You admitted. He crouched in front of you, his eyes flitting from one injury to the next. Normally when he would look at you while you were naked, it would leave you aching and your skin begging to be touched.

But right then? You could only feel a sense of dread and insecurity settle in the pit of your stomach. You probably looked horrible all banged up and bruised like that. Like most women you were no stranger to feeling insecure about your body, and though Stephen had admitted to loving how you looked, and had expressed it by ravishing you on more then one occasion, that fear still lingered. In your current state, it only increased tenfold.

"See something you like Doctor?" You couldn't help but tease, trying to divert your attention from the real problem. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he shook his head. "Come here." Reaching out, he gently cradled you to his chest, and with surprising strength, lifted you off the floor and slowly lowered you into the warm water of the bathtub. The initial sensation caused a sting to race through every open wound you had, but it subsided and you slowly relaxed into the water, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Your gaze turned up to meet his and you smiled. "Thank you." He reached down to gently grasp your hand between his, and pressed his lips to the back of it.

"Could you get me a first aid kit?" You asked, to which he nodded. Quickly opening a portal into a pocket dimension, he pulled out a box the two of them kept in there for emergencies. "Getting a little lazy there Stephen?" You said with a roll of your eyes. "I think I can wash and patch myself up now, you can leave." He had already seen you at your worst, you certainly weren't about to have him stay. Stephen gave you a look that had you smiling sheepishly. Slowly rising to his feet, he made quick work of the medical kit, being sure that everything was in order to be used before he started to strip himself.

You blinked. "Stephen? What're you doing?" There was a slight tremble in your voice as you watched him undress. He looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile. Once he had shed his clothes, he turned to quickly climb into the bathtub behind you. It was big enough to seat more then two people, leaving a lot of room for the two of you to move around if you needed. You quickly tried to shift away from him, but he wrapped a firm arm around your waist and pulled you back.

"To answer your question, I am taking care of you Y/N. How many times have you taken care of me after a particularly exhausting day. I think its time I return the favor." You gave a small shrug. "I suppose, but I.....I don't want you seeing me like this." You finally admitted, unable to come up with a sound argument as to why he shouldn't be there. "Like what?" He asked, genuinely confused as he frowned at her. You turned your head away from him, allowing your back to rest against his strong chest, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Like this." You gestured to your entire body, where everything was visible under the water.

A brief moment of silence followed your words before you felt him shift behind you. Grabbing the detachable shower head, he began to run the water along your head, allowing your hair to soak the water, and run down your face and neck. You sighed softly at the warm water caressing your aching skin. Grabbing your shampoo from the side he began to lather it into your scalp, his long fingers massaging your head as he did. "How many times have I asked you to leave, when I didn't want you to see me at my worst?" He asked, his voice echoing slightly in the otherwise silent bathroom. You hummed, pulling yourself out of whatever state of nirvana his massage had lured you into. "I don't know." You admitted, recalling just how many times you had insisted on staying to take care of him.

"Then why do you think I shall leave you in your hour of need?" He began to run the shower head along your hair once again, washing away the suds. Once done, you pushed your now clean and wet hair away from your face and turned your head to look at him. "I guess you could say I'm nervous about you seeing me like this." You admitted, after a long moment of deliberation.

He raised a hand to run along the bruise forming under your eye where you had caught a punch earlier that day. It was already turning color, and you winced slightly at the ache his brief movement caused. Gently, being very careful of your injuries, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. The water shifted as you moved to sit on his thigh, allowing yourself an inch of height. "Y/n." He said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Do you believe me to be that shallow?" He had barely finished his question when you quickly shook your head. "No! No! Of course not. Not you. Its just what I think." His hands began to stroke along your skin. "You are hurt otherwise, I would take the time to remind you just how beautiful and precious you are to me."

The way he looked at you, and the veiled promise that his voice held, caused your cheeks to flush with pleasure as your lips pulled into a soft smile. "I will simply have to settle by taking care of you. For the time being." He added with a promising smile to which you gave a small laugh and a nod.

"For the time being." You echoed, slowly lowering your head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes closed as you sighed softly against his lips, savoring the feeling that always overcame your very soul when you kissed him. A slight tinging sensation brought you back to reality. Pulling back you lifted a hand to your lower lip, wincing at the spot of blood that appeared there. Stephen looked slightly guilty for a second.

"We can continue once you are well again. Right now lets get you cleaned up and into bed." Between the two of you, you managed to wash away whatever grime and dried blood was left clinging to your skin very quickly. Once done, he stood first, wrapping a towel around his waist before helping you stand as well and wrapping a soft towel around you.

He set you down on a stool he had brought in as he began to inspect every single cut or bruise that you had. He applied the necessary bandages and ointment, and given his skill as a doctor, you were patched up in no time.

                                               ————————–

A half an hour later you were snuggled against Stephen, wearing your most comfiest pajamas, with a full stomach and feeling the effects of the pain killers you had just taken.

"Stephen?" You whispered softly, one arm resting across his chest. He hummed in response, one arm wrapped around your shoulders, while the other rested behind his head. "Thank you for taking care of me." Your lips pressed a sweet kiss to his bare chest, prompting him to drop his own kiss to the top of your head.

"Always my love."