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Hi!!!! Can I request Sebastian and maybe ominis reactions to mc being chosen for the Triwizard tournament and mc competing? Kinda angsty more like hurt/comfort? Romantic please 🤭

triwzard tournament reaction: ominis x gn! reader, sebastian x gn! reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, argument, boys worry over your well-being, angst. established relationship for sebastian, friends to lovers for ominis, theyre a bit mean on this one

a/n: heya anon! sorry it took awhile but here it is hehe im still not sure if i did it right to be honest. im fairly new to the hp world (even tho i did watch the movies, my knowledge fairly skimmed the surface of how the world works and its lore) anys here ya gooo. grammatical mistakes will be fixed soon sorrz its 3 am.

Sebastian Sallow

The moment he heard the headmaster announce your name as the champion for this year's triwizard tournament, he immediately fell silent.

You knew you were supposed to rejoice at the chance of representing your school in a tournament between 3 of Europe's biggest wizarding schools.

But the moment the brunette falls silent beside you, you couldn't help but look at him in concern

It was hard trying to assess the unreadable look on his face with how loud your schoolmates' cheers were.

You could feel Imelda's hands pulling you to stand up and join the other champions but you remain seated, eyes trained on Sebastian.

He finally notices your unmoving figure beside him and sends you a forced smile; encouraging you to take your place with them.

Eventually, you did. Trying to force yourself to be happy for being chosen.

After the headmaster called for a small break to allow the champions to mingle with their peers before the planning of their first task, you immediately went to find the brunette.

You had gone to Ominis first. The blonde told you that Sebastian immediately walked out of the hall right after the announcement but didn't know where. The blonde's guess was that he went to the undercroft.

And so you went to find your boyfriend to get the bottom of his sudden disappearance.

a/n: went hard on this one, was listening to september by sparky deathcap

"Sebastian." You called out as you entered the undercroft. You immediately spot his figure leaning against one of the pillars, eyes trained on the triptych in front of him. You stand, a few meters from him, hesitant in approaching due to his closed off body language.

He had been like this since the moment you were announced to be Hogwarts' champion for the Triwizard Tournament. It was an expected choice from the public, given your recent feats as a wizard but expecting your young friend to be happy for you—You're instead met with his silence.

You're suddenly aware of the tall and invisible wall that Sebastian had built up between the two of you once again. It happened once and it happened again, but this time it's because of you.

"Sebastian, what's wrong?" You ask calmly as you make slow and careful steps towards the boy. His eyes leave the triptych and now focus on the dusty surface of the floor. He smiles but its not reaching his eyes.

"It's nothing. Congrats." He mumbles, tone forced and stiff. You huff out a sigh as you stand in front of him with head tilted, face confused. Sebastian finally takes the moment to glance at you.

"Seriously? Are we doing this again?" You raise your eyebrows, eyes challenging him. After that thing with Anne and Solomon, Sebastian begun to distance himself around you and Ominis. It was understandable given the severity of his actions but it was ultimately an annoyance you have to deal with when he becomes closed off and reluctant to share his feelings.

It should've been that way. That he should be more open with you now considering what you both went through but apparently, it just hardened that stupid resolve of his.

"What are you— Look, I'm happy for you. Really. What else do you want me to say?" His tone becomes more frustrated and annoyed, your meddling certainly set off a fuse in his brain. You scoff at his indifference to your concern for him.

"I'm not asking about that, Sebastian. I already know you're not happy about it, no matter how many times you say it to my face," You retort, taking a step closer to him. He looks away, face contorted into a cold look. You raise your hand up, index finger pushing his chin to move his face towards yours. Your eyes meet brown. "I'm asking why you're suddenly closed off and angry about it. You left the hall out of nowhere, for Merlin's sake."

Silence lapses between the two of you as he looks at your eyes with a range of emotions. First it was indifference, then sadness, then desperation then finally, anger. He pushes your hand from his chin, stepping back as he runs his palm across his face.

"Sebastian—"

"Did you really have to put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asks, voice wavering as he look up at you through his lashes. You heave a sigh, licking your lips as you're unable to answer his question.

It takes a while for you to answer but you did.

"Professor Weasley thought of me to be a great representative, Sebastian." You try to reason with him, watching as he paces back and forth. His hands become obsessively occupied with his hair, fingers running back and forth his curls that you have the urge to calm them down but then he suddenly stops to look at you with such misguided anger, you had to take a step back to fully process it.

"But did you really have to?" Sebastian asks once more but this time his tone was evident of irritation. "Y/N, you're threading on very dangerous waters. You've barely been accustomed to living here and yet—"

"Are you saying I can't handle it?" You raise an eyebrow at him, disbelief in his lack of trust on you. His shoulders lower as he raises his head to look up at the ceiling before raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. It was a habit he often did whenever he was exhausted or not in the mood. "Do you not trust me?"

Your heart begins to fill with heavy feelings.

"Stop putting words in my mouth," He snaps as turns around, hand rubbing his chin as he paces a few meters away from you.

"Really? Cause it very well sounds like you don't," Your voice begins to shake but you will yourself not to break in front of him. Suddenly, guilt and regret fills your body, an effect of Sebastian's irritation with your decision to join the Triwizard Tournament. You wanted to join and you knew you could handle yourself well. It was just so mind boggling that the moment you saw Sebastian's disapproving face that it would suddenly affect your decision altogether. But alas, you were already chosen and it was too late to back out now. "I can handle myself very well. Need I remind you of the things that I've done in the past few months? I even defeated you in DADA—"

"That's not what this is about, for fucks sake, Y/N!" He yells all of a sudden that it causes you to flinch. The emotions you've been repressing suddenly began to start rising. You fall silent, hands curled into fists to stop yourself from bawling in front of him. "This is more than that measly fucking battle we had back then. You don't realize what you're getting yourself into and it's killing me."

You couldn't understand why he was like this. If he only just told you why, you would certainly understand.

You bite your lip as thoughts began to fill up your mind. You felt pathetic and pitiful. You felt as if you've disappointed him and you knew that this was something that should've never bothered you but this was your boyfriend. The person you expected to support you first amongst a sea of people. It didn't hurt wanting a bit of validation from him.

You didn't realize that the waterworks had already started to fall until you notice Sebastian's face soften at you. He moves towards you with haste, hands cupping your face to wipe the tears that continuously poured down your face. "Merlin, I didn't mean to— Fuck, I-I'm sorry."

You push his hands away as your face contorted into a look of anguish. "Why? Why do you always do this?"

"I-I don't—"

"Why do you always close yourself off? To Ominis, to Anne. To me?" You whisper, eyes swollen and red from crying. "You put a wall around yourself before I can even have the chance to understand why. You don't want to make me understand you, Sebastian."

He falters in front of you, eyes brimming with tears as he hesitantly reaches to grasp your robes. He finds comfort in the fact that he's still able to reach for you even if it's just the material of your cloak.

"I won't be able to understand why you're so angry about this." You continue, sniffling as he looks down in shame. "I'm one fucking person. I can't read your mind."

"I know that—"

"Then fucking tell me what's wrong?!" You yelled in frustration. He flinches at your tone, eyes looking up at you in surprise. You take a step closer, grasping his face in your hands. "You have to tell me what you're feeling, love. Tell me so that I can understand, please."

You trail off as a tear escapes your eye. He licks his lips as his eyebrows furrow in contemplation. He heaves out a shaky sigh before leaning into your touch.

"I'm scared," He starts off, voice small and weak. "The Triwizard Tournament is dangerous and things can happen unexpectedly, Y/N. People died because of it."

Your eyes are trained on him as tears began pouring down his face. He holds your hands on his face, grip tight and desperate.

"I'm scared you'll get hurt because of something or someone and I won't be there to—" He cuts himself off, letting out a sob. "No one can help you in there, Y/N. Back then with Ranrok, I didn't feel like this because me and the others were there. But this, this is different."

Your face falls with realization as he takes a step forward to press his forehead against yours.

"I-I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. I can't. I can't—"

You cut him off as you lift yourself up on your toes to press your lips against his. He immediately returns the kiss, allowing you to pull him close as you feel the taste of your tears on his lips.

There's no passion or lust evident in the kiss. It was only a silent communication between the two of you. Sebastian pours his unsaid feelings through the press of his lips against yours and you receive it wholeheartedly as you return his kiss. Right now, it was just you two. Sebastian and Y/N. Just two people trying to understand each other's emotions and feelings.

You're the first one to pull away. You look up at him with fond eyes. "Thank you for telling me."

He nods in understanding. "I'm sorry."

You shake your head, smiling as you watch a pout form on his lips. Unable to control yourself, you place a chaste kiss on his lips, giggling as the corners of his lips quirk up to a subtle smile.

"You're right. I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't trust you." He mumbles, eyes trained on you.

"It's okay. I understand why you're so upset but the Professors reassured that things will be safe this time." You smile, rubbing your thumbs softly against his cheeks. "You've seen me take down a grown ass troll, I'm sure I can take whatever's waiting for me in the tournament."

He chuckles at your joking tone before nodding and pulling you into a hug. He pulls you tight against him, basking in your presence.

"Just be careful." He whispers against your hair. Your arms tighten around him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

After that drama shit, this mans whole ass is your cheer team

Imelda thinks its annoying but let the man be

He's there every step of the way and you always found comfort in knowing that he was there supporting you

When you win the Triwizard cup, he's all over you.

good luck

just sebastian being proud of his lover <3

Ominis Gaunt

MANS TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM PUTTING YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE

he was already so adamant on not letting you join

but sebastian was your bro and you really wanted to join so you two teamed up to slip your name in

surprise surprise, ominis was not happy

The moment the headmaster called out your name, Ominis walked out of the hall

it certainly got looks from your friends and housemates but you only willed yourself to stand up and walk to where the rest of the champions were staying

a bad feeling was stirring in your gut as you stood beside the other participants

After the headmaster had declared a feast to celebrate the announcement of the champions, you immediately went to Sebastian who met you with a guilty look on his face

"Go to him." Sebastian smiles, patting you arm. He mentioned to you that Ominis barely acknowledged him when he tried to convince the young Gaunt to be happy for you being chosen.

You immediately go towards where you'll expect him to be

When you go inside the undercroft, Ominis immediately sets off

"Some gall you have to show up here." Ominis could be very well seething at you from his spot by one of the pillars. He has his hands crossed over his chest, wand on one of his hands as he leans back against the rough surface.

You nod in understanding as you stand in front of him, hands wringing each other out in nervousness.

"Listen, Ominis—"

"No, you listen here." He removes himself from the pillar and walks toward you in long strides by the guide of his wand. You stumble back in surprise as he stops in front of you. "You and Sebastian are absolute fucking idiots. The Triwizard Tournament isn't something that the two of you could play around with. It isn't a fucking playground, Y/N."

Your heart stings at the harshness of his words.

"W-we're not playing around, Ominis. You know me, I can do this—" You try to reason with him but he only scoffs at your face.

"Really? 'Cause it sure doesn't look like it when you both were sniggering beside me. You think I wouldn't notice?" His voice had become emotionless and harsh to the point that you couldn't even recognize the man before you. You feel a lump in your throat, trying your best to keep it down as you feel your emotions slowly affecting your mind. "I'm very well aware of what you can do but that's not what this is about. For once, can you both take this fucking seriously?"

You feel your heart ache once more.

"We knew you wouldn't agree to it. What were we supposed to do?" You try to overpower his voice but his domineering aura only weakened your resolve. Damn you for having too much of a soft spot for Ominis.

"Right. Cause I know my thoughts matter least to Sebastian." He responds, bitterly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the sudden mention of your best friend.

"I was the one who wanted to join— Why are you bringing Sebastian into this?" You question his sudden hostility towards the Sallow boy. The brunette hadn't even done anything but support you in your decision to enter. Well, he did distract Ominis so that you could put your name in but he didn't do anything worthy to be put in a bad light by Ominis.

"You sure? Cause it looks like this was a shared decision between the two of you. Encouraged you well, I assume?" Ominis has a snarky tone in his voice that a left a bad taste on your tongue. You couldn't allow this.

"Ominis, Sebastian is my best friend—"

"I'm your best friend too!" His voice suddenly raised causing you to flinch. He pants in anger before looking away in shame. "I at least expected that you would've thought over it but the way you tried to sneak behind me to put your name in the goblet just doesn't hit right with me, Y/N."

You fall silent at his confession. You were scared of his reaction if you told him that you really wanted to join. Out of the two, Ominis was the one you desired hearing validation from. You suppose it's because of your crush on him for the past few months but the young Gaunt was always an exceptional wizard. You were amazed by his adaptability in sensing his surroundings through magic as well as his overall, magical prowess. You hoped that Ominis would at least understand you by now.

"I'm sorry. I didn't take your feelings to account, I—" You cut yourself off as a sob threatened to leave your mouth. Tears had began pouring down your face and you had to cover your mouth so that Ominis wouldn't suspect thing.

You clearly had bad judgement.

"Oh, darling." He whispers as he walks up to you and embraces you in his arms. This time, you couldn't help the hiccups and sobs escaping your mouth as you pull him close. Ominis caresses your head with soft pets while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"I-I didn't mean to—"

"Shh. No, it's okay." He mumbles as he feels for your face, softly wiping it with his sleeve. He smiles as he gently sees you with his touch, his thumb rubbing your cheeks then your nose then eyes then your lips.

You blush at the sudden feeling and before you could ask about the sudden touch, Ominis speaks.

"I-I was worried. The Triwizard Tournament isn't exactly safe as it sounds. There are cases of badly hurt students or even some that resulted in death. The worse part is that outside help isn't allowed at all and I'm scared that you'll get hurt and no one's there to help you." He whispers as his thumb moves back to rub softly against your cheek. He takes a moment to lick his lips in contemplation. "I'm sorry. I was being an asshole. You're dear to me, Y/N. More than Sebastian. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Your cheeks heat at the insinuation of his words. You stare at his face riddled with worry and concern. You're suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him for his concern for your well-being. You admit, you had both gone over this the wrong way but you now know that his anger was for the right reasons. So you let yourself be guided by your heart.

Unable to help yourself, you grab his robes and lift yourself on your toes to press a fast kiss on his lips. The blonde stutters at the sudden feeling of your lips against his, not able to process it properly with how fast you pulled away. His cheeks heat up to a rosy tint. You smile at his flustered expression.

"Do it again." He whispers, leaning down towards you. You giggle as he tries to find your lips. Deciding to let the poor boy have what he wants, you pull him down to your lips to meet his in a sweet kiss.

The young Gaunt smiles as he pulls you close by your waist. It's soft, sweet, and gentle; A perfect exchange of your unspoken feelings for one another. You pull away softly, leaning your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry that I had carelessly ignored what you felt. I was scared that you'd be disappointed in me but I really want to do this, Ominis." You explain as you cup his cheeks, placing yet another peck on his lips. He smiles softly at the affection. "I'll be careful. I trust the headmasters to keep us safe. You know they will."

Ominis sighs before pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him, feeling his tight grip around you. He lets out a shaky breath on his position on your neck.

"You have to come back to me." He mumbles quietly, basking in your presence. You would almost miss it but how could you when your undivided attention was always focused on this man.

You smile, feeling your heart warm up at the thought of coming back in his arms.

"I will."

mans was not as loud as sebastian but he was always there to watch you

always has sebastian communicating to him about what happened to you and stuff

just an overall worried bf that continues to support you

after you won the triwizard tournament, he was all smiley smiley and telling you hes so proud of you and that youre the best and that ofc you would win cause he never doubted your abilities (just worried youd get hurt)

overall hes the best and just concerned abt your well being

A/N: TADAH ITS DONE !!! they were both a bit of an asshole but its bc they care about u 🥺🥺🥺 anys lmk your thoughts hehe

#arthenaa #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt angst #sebastian sallow angst #hogwarts legacy angst

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ltwharfy · 23 days

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"Bob's Burgers" Season 9 Episode Ranking Rewatch (Long Post)

So, I've been rewatching "Bob's Burgers" from the beginning and ranking the episodes using the spreadsheet that @babsvibes created! If you want to know why I'm doing this or how I view the 1-5 rating scale, you can check out my Season 1 post! If you want to check out any of the other seasons, I've been using the "bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch" tag for all of them.

Now, on to Season 9:

Average (Mean) Score: 4.55

Mode (Most Common) Ranking: 5

Ranking Breakdown: 12 5s 10 4s

Season as a whole thoughts:

"Bob's Burgers" is turning nine and it's feeling *uses inhaler* fine!

Seriously, this is just another really excellent season in my opinion. It joins Season 4 and 8 as one of the seasons to not getting any episodes rated lower than a 4, and it's average score is good enough for 4th place of the currently ranked seasons below 7, 4, and 5. In some ways, it reminds me a lot of Season 7- a great mix of humor and heart along with introducing some new characters and other innovations- it's definitely representative of the series at its best, in my opinion.

Some thoughts on specific episodes (and feel free to ask if you want my thoughts on an episode I didn't comment on):

"Just One of the Boyz 4 Now for Now": It's a tough call, but this might be my favorite season premiere and my favorite "musical episode" (ie: one with more than the typical 1-2 songs). All the songs are absolute classics and great parodies of romantic comedy tropes! it's really a brilliant episode. It's hard to name a favorite song, but I think I might have to go with "Friend Zone" just because "Now let's kiss over this cake/'Cause it's your birthday, I guess" always cracks me up. The baby rat subplot is also really fun, and a great use of Hugo. And this episode gives us another (brief) appearance of Louise's Boo Boo crush, which is one of my favorite running gags! A great way to start the season.

"The Taking of Funtime One Two Three": While we're on the subject of great songs (or we were recently) "let an egg roll, from your egg hole" and "if wooly mammoths had had wheels maybe they'd still be around" are among the "Bob's Burgers" song lyrics that are always living in my head. Sadly, I rarely have an occasion to say either of them in conversation. I do like to say "To what end, people?!" occasionally, so thanks for that, Trip. Anyway, this is another classic "The Belcher Kids and their friends have an adventure episode" with a healthy does of Mr. Fischoeder and some fun moments with Yuli the security guard, one of my favorite minor recurring characters.

"Tweentrepreneurs": I love this episode because it helped inspire one of my favorite future career headcanons for Louise (and an outlined multichapter fic I'll probably never write). While taking over the restaurant or being a film director seem like the most obvious future career for Louise, this episode has the biggest of about three canon moments that inspired my "Louise Belcher, future labor union organizer" headcanon. I worked in the labor movement for several years and I just think would Louise would love it- taking on the rich and powerful, helping other people stand up for themselves, causing good trouble- it's a really good fit for her. And here she is, leading a walkout at age 9! (And, given my fondness for her relationship with Rudy, I have to mention that it's her concern for his health that is the final straw leading to the walkout.)

"Nightmare on Ocean Avenue Street": Probably my favorite Halloween episode; definitely has my two favorite Halloween costumes! Rudy and Bob are probably the two characters I relate to the most, and it cracks me up that their costumes in this episode are totally things I would do: "what? It might look like I'm wearing normal clothes, but actually I'm totally Paul Rudd or Bruce Springsteen, can't you tell?!" Also, I don't think I've mentioned before how much I love the guy who's about to throw the candy into the incinerator. He's really one of my favorite one-off characters. Dude just got out of six month coma, doesn't know what day it is, still goes to work...and apparently will just throw anything into the incinerator that anybody tells him to (unless he gets a more compelling reason not to)? I think he might rank second after the "Boyz 4 Now" security guard as my favorite nameless one-off character.

"I Bob Your Pardon": Maybe my third or fourth favorite Thanksgiving episode! I've always had an interested in politics and journalism (I wanted to be a journalist when I was a kid) so this hilarious small town Thanksgiving turkey pardoning scandal really hits a lot of the right notes for me. If I had become a journalist, I definitely would've stolen "Well, somebody better call Huey Lewis because I may have found myself some news" as my catchphrase. And the end credits song is a total banger! "Don't you taint my mayor!"

"Better Off Sled": An excellent Christmas episode! Generally speaking, Louise and Logan's dynamic isn't really my jam, but I enjoy them here. The one-upsmanship of the snowball arms race is a lot of fun, and the "stupid Christmas" ending is sweet but not too sweet and feels totally in character for Louise. Also, I can't help but love this exchange: "Then why does it look like your butt could take a sheet of fresh-baked cookies out of the oven?" "Genetics?" (Kristen Schaal's delivery of "genetics?" is one of at least three times on the series when she absolutely kills me with her delivery of a single word). All that being said, I think Teddy is the real comedic MVP of this episode- pretty much everything he says cracks me up! And I love that Rudy is basically the one who saves the day for the Belcher kids! And Knitcracker, I can't believe I didn't mention Knitcracker yet! (That said, it's still not my favorite Christmas episode since it doesn't involve any references to murder mannequins.)

"The Helen Hunt": I feel like this might be one of my least popular shipping opinions but...I like Teddy/Kathleen! Not in the sense that I want to create fic or art for them, but I just think they are kind of sweet together. Like with Roger and Judy from "Aquaticism" they have that "awkward middle-aged people finding each other" vibe that this awkward middle-aged single person finds appealing. And I think her pretty easygoing, laidback nature is a nice contrast to how stressed out/excitable Teddy can be. And I always enjoy people who watch odd sports! Okay, Teddy/Kathleen aside, I also just enjoyed that they did a followup to "Housetrap", and the father and hot son plumbing duo subplot is so cute! "You, you make plumbing fun..."

"Bed, Bob, and Beyond": One of the things I've noticed in this rewatch, is that I really enjoy the three-story episodes (aka vignette episodes aka triptychs aka who knows what else some folks have called them.) I think what I really enjoy is that the reason for them is always different, and therefore it always says something different about the characters and their situations. it's not just the Simpsons having a trio of non-canon Halloween adventures ever year. I think showing Linda and Bob having a stupid fight, and the kids view of it and their efforts to get them to reconcile, was a really clever use of one of these stories. Also, if I am ever asked to do an English accent, I will likely say "I'm watching footie on the telly in the pubby where the beer is". (Which is probably offensive, so please don't ask me to do that!)

"Every Which Way But Goose": Another thing the rewatch has made me appreciate more: Jimmy Jr. and his relationship with Tina. I never hated J-Ju, but I will say that I probably took him and the Tinimmy relationship for granted- it's been there since almost the beginning but I never really thought much about it. But the rewatch has helped me realize how funny of a character J-Ju is (it's just a really funny voice by H. Jon Benjamin) and how the Tinimmy relationship has given us some really funny episodes- most notably this one and "Ex Mach Tina", which are both all-time classics in my book (and, of course, they play a big role in "Bob Actually" as well, but I like that one for other reasons as well.) To me, it's clear from this episode and others that J-Ju does care about Tina...he's just very much a 13 year old boy. So, he's occasionally thoughtful but more often dumb or oblivious. Also, the end credits song to this one is another classic. I wish I could go to a concert of "Bob's Burgers" music just so I could scream out "secret kiss with Bruce the Goose" with thousands of other excited concert goers, because that is what that lyric deserves, dammit!

"The Gene Mile": So, I recently posted about how much I enjoyed some of the Rudy moments in this one. This is another great "Belcher kids and their friends" adventure; and I really wish that Courtney and Alex had more appearances in stories like this- where they and their relationship with Gene isn't really the center of the story- they are just part of the gang! It's always fun to watch different combinations of the kids have fun together. Also, nice for Large Tommy to get his largest role- going back to Season 1 of the rewatch it's funny to think that he was introduced much earlier than some of Louise's more iconic classmates (Rudy, Chloe, Millie, Jessica, Harley, etc.).

"P.T.A. It Ain't So": I feel like this might be the first example in the rewatch of an episode that really grew on me. A lot of the episodes I've given 5s to were ones I remember loving as soon as I saw them. Or they were "sleeper hits" that I had basically forgotten about before rewatching. This episode I remember when I first saw it, and I remember thinking it was fine but nothing great. But on rewatches I just find myself enjoying it more and more. I really love the Kim and Sons hardware store bird subplot- especially the ridiculous flyer the kids make. Also, it's fun watching the kids play with their pipe in the background (such a great kids being kids moment)! But the PTA stuff is great too- I love the fact that Tammy's Dad is Linda's PTA bestie for some reason! And Linda's idea of Colleen being in the shark suit for the dramatic revelation! And the Bleach Boys! Also, as someone who headed a neighborhood political group for a while, Joanne's line "Do you have any idea how many emails I send a week? No, you don't because no one reads them" resonates with me.

Random thoughts (stuff that doesn't affect the ratings):

-More great new characters continue to arrive on the scene! Hi Susmita! Hi Arnold!

-I would totally watch Randy's movie "A Life, Well, Steved". "And I thought to myself, 'I can't take another hurdle. I think I am that baby turtle.'" That's some beautiful, profound stuff there.

See you in the Season 10 post! It could be pretty soon since I've already watched rated it all- just need time to write!

#bob's burgers #bob's burgers season 9 #bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch #long post

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caitemis-art · 9 months

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project moon debacle thoughts

I’ve had a lot of time to let this stew in my brain so might as well spill my thoughts to get them out of my head. If you have no idea what’s going on (hi mutuals) or aren’t in the mood for reading this kinda thing, scroll past and have a good day i guess

Worst part about all this is probably all the misinformation. I see lots of points cycled as fact despite being dubious at best and “source: dude trust me” at worst (even by those with good intentions). I encourage everyone to do extensive research before committing to an opinion!

As for Veilmori, I doubt they’re coming back. Even if PM extends an offer, they might not even take it at this point. Regardless, I wish them the best!

As for the “firing”? All that’s certain is that the contract isn’t being renewed or something like that. Not quite as extreme as firing, but not illegal afaik and there’s still a safety net for Veilmori. I’m unfortunately not well aware of the contract’s terms. All I know is that it’s somewhat common for Korean contracts to have a clause for the kind of situation that sparked the termination. (EDIT: Apparently the “firing over the phone” was a legit thing - very illegal - and Veilmori was a regular, not an outsourced contract or anything. Doesn’t help that PM is being vague about her employment status atm.)

Also I find it funny that this is the second time a “person fired over feminist social media” thing happened in PM. First time was a lot more clear-cut in comparison (very radical feminist group) but still, deja vu.

Honestly my biggest concern is the treatment of employees if the firsthand statements are to be believed. Hopefully this situation creates some major changes for the better in PM.

I doubt that PM being late on putting out a statement is a sign of something bad. A bit messy, perhaps, but legal red tape can get finicky. The statement we got doesn’t really say much, and it’s still unclear why exactly the termination took place. Honestly, I would be fine with everything if they just outright said the reason. Again, not sure if this is legal red tape or not. Anything’s better than a vague “it wasn’t because of her views” because even that could still relate to the social media stuff (i.e. not because of having views, but because of expressing them on an account publically and clearly connected to the individual). (EDIT: Altho I’ve been told firing employees over social media stuff is a big no-no, I’m sure there’s exceptions and it, sadly, has happened before. This situation’s case against Veilmori is flimsy at best though, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was illegal outside of loopholes.)

Last thing to note is that this whole situation is a messy cocktail of social problems and long-held frustrations. Nobody wins in this scenario. PM was between a rock and a hard place and are still chipping away at the rock they are being crushed by. I’m not even gonna pretend I’m an expert on the gender war and whatnot. It’s definitely helpful to not view the situation through an ethnocentric lens though. That’s not to say you can’t maintain opinions based on your own views on feminism, but be sure to not ignore the context either.

Hopefully, like last time, everything can be cleared up and PM can get back on its feet. Currently my view is “not angry, just disappointed” for now. For now, though, wait for new developments and take care of yourself. Your feelings, good or bad, are absolutely valid and whether you continue to support PM or not is entirely up to you! You’re not a bad person for choosing either option.

#limbus company #project moon #project moon controversy

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Ohh! But wat if! like! the cult au Y/N had the biggest 'burned out ex child actor who was dragged into this' energy?

Like they once adored the stage as a child. It greatly helped them get over the sadness of moving away from their childhood home. It was always fun to get lost in a character, in a role, with the effort you put in, the praise they recieved from their teachers and peers was it's own reward. And with small roles at their local theater, they had their fun well into adulthood before "retiring" for good in pursuit of a job that could help pay for things arounnd around them.

But then they recieved the news from their frantic mom/parent, and really only came to this town out of moral obligation, and morbid curiosity.

No use puttin mom/other parent in danger. But this place is soo behind in ...well...a bunch of things. Guess they can put this new title to good use, and see if they can suggest some changes to make a nice walkable community, in a more, modern town.

Hell maybe something even better, with solar panels on every building, and carbon neutral packaging! The God wouldnt care about the Millennials' Solarpunk Socialist reality if its in a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere, right?? And maybe a modified iPad for the new Savior...right????

Oh but of course everything's tinted with this 'Prophet Savior' nonsense. And ofc YN rolls their eyes at first and plays along, 'oh yes my magical powers said that...God said...that installing a bike lane would be soo cool and maybe some...Non-cult edited renditions of some magazines to read while I take a shit in my new bathroom would be cool too~'

It's nice to be doted on, and a bit amusing, by handsome boys and friendly townsfolk alike, so of course you agree to attend a special church sermon as the guest of honor. Hey! You can see some of your new "friends" in the crowd, Nick, Shaun, Ian, Jean--Bo's even here up on stage with them too! but he seems to be ina mood, maybe you'll talk to him after this silly ceremonial thing.

And then someone is brought from the crowd. The person confess their sins and it's a bit personal, and uncomfortable..but they just shift in their seat and play their role well. They can't even remember the words that leave their lips, fully expecting to sprinkle water on this person's forehead and all would be forgiven.... right?

It's kind of hard to remember anything else once Bo rips their throat out.

Between the shock as several beats of silence pass, and the horrified throat wrenching scream from them, I don't think YN remembers much after that, waking up in the founder's house surrounded by their concerned new "harem" of housemates

And YN, having had years of practice, schools their expression as best they can, even as their blood runs cold beneath their skin and their knuckles bleed white as they clench the bedsheet to avoid from lurching away from the hands of those tending to them. Like being cornered by wild animals.

Bo stands off to the side, more guilty for having offended them in some way than he was for the person he murdered in cold blood. Jean tsks slightly and says they all should've better prepared them instead honestly.

I don't think YN would remember the next few days as they're coddled and tended to, their panic rising as the reality settles in that this is a Cult..a Genuine, Bonafide Cult, and like a fool, they walked right to death's door.

They should've listened to their mom/other parent and ran.But they didn't. And now they're tended to gingerly by a cluster of different strangers daily, and a loyal gaurd dog who growls a warning at the overly friendly. It once made them snicker but now makes them stumble at the sight of his sharp teeth once coated in the blood of another.

They're paraded around town, casting flickering glances to Barry every once and a while, who follows behind the group like a shadow during their .."recovery" period...who sports a knowing look, and a small smile. They know there's nothing they can do to escape this hell.The longer they stay, the worse it gets.

This sleepy little town full of flower gardens and bordered by thick Woodlands, both kept rich and vibrant by the corpses that thrive in its soil.The casual demeanors of those who remain unaffected and blissful despite knowing so.Those that chatter excitedly about what new prophecies YN had in store next sermon.

The sinking gut-wrenching feeling that these peaceful town folk wouldn't bat an eye at murdering a false prophet, and if they are to survive, they have to play their role with efficiency.

It doesn't take much really, just keep constructing new things, and living a care-free life with your new lovers, and communing with a God you once didnt believe in.

well, that is until the 10th day, when it started to whisper things into their head at the dead of night. Laughing coldly at their attempts to rake their nails through the flesh of their scalp, to prevent themself from bashing their head in. As the ones who surround them, celebrate it, when they plea for help.

Smother the fear, smother the exhaustion, smother the feeling that you may be losing your mind, and maybe it won't even feel like pretending

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I apologize for any mistakes Im two steps away from falling asleep, but i hope it wasnt too out of character, cult nonny! I honestly even believed it was supposed to be an open ended question to both you and threadsun but i think i got a bit carried away, sorry! I'd love to hear u guys' thoughts!

🌌🐹

Ooooooh idk about Cult Anon but I definitely think the idea of the founder's child going along with things and not taking it seriously until Something Happens is definitely interesting!

#sunshine #🌌🐹#I'd love to hear cult anons thoughts!

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heartbreakblda · 4 months

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A beginning…

2024 is now three days old and I promised myself that I would start this year with going back to my roots. My husband once said to me that I am an artist when it comes to words and I can paint a picture with words as well as other people can with paint. So I want to go back to this a bit more. God knows, I have enough I want to write about. Well, more things I feel I have to write about, but that's the same difference I guess.

2024 seems like a year that has been coming for a while now. I thought that 2023 would be this year, but now I came to realise it was just a practice round. So what do I want to achieve this year? I guess the biggest part would definitely be sharing more again. It feels like I have lost my voice over the last few years and I don’t like that. I also want to learn to live my life better again. I know that things are quite hard and not very easy right now, but I have hope that there is still stuff for me to do, that can make my situation better….

But what exactly is my situation?

Well, my life has always been a bit of a wild ride and so many really crazy, scary and wonderful things have happened in my life. So in that regard my situation is already a bit different. But I guess what made the biggest difference is that I got really, really sick in my late twenties. It all started very harmless but somehow just escalated very badly.

I am the proud owner of a very rare and aggressive form of endometriosis. If you have never heard of this, please do yourself a favour and look it up. Especially if you are a woman. Because this illness hits one in ten women and not enough people even know that this exists. I didn’t know when I was diagnosed. I had never heard of it.

But this illness should really change my entire life. It has put everything I wanted and thought I needed to be happy on its head and now I live my life as a full time disabled woman, not being able to work anymore. Instead of being the manager of a domestic violence agency as I always dreamed I am now a stay at home wife who wouldn’t even be able to say she is a house wife as I definitely do not do enough housework for that title.

My endometriosis unfortunately did not come alone. It came with a huge bag of comorbid illnesses. This is not unusual for someone with endometriosis but I really got the jackpot. Right now I am also struggling with fibromyalgia, POTS and a vast array of other little ailments. And the list is growing…

But even though my health has declined massively over the last couple of years I refuse to give up. I definitely can say that I live a life as well as I am able to right now. Of course I had to get used to a lot of things. And I still have to. As I said my illnesses are unfortunately just continuing to cause havoc. Oh, and what I forgot… So far there is no cure for any of my issues. All medicine can do for me is hold the process at bay while trying to keep my pain in a bearable area. This works sometimes quite okay and other days it’s just a total cluster fuck.

I definitely have days where you would struggle to believe that there is something wrong with me. But then there are also the days when I struggle to even make my way from the bed to the bathroom. There are days when even the fabric of my clothes hurts on my skin. Days when I am laying on a plethora of pillows as even the couch feels too hard to sit on. Days, when I just cry for hours as I just can’t bear it anymore….

I have to take a lot of medication and of course this all comes with a price. Right now there are some concerns about my liver as the last test results came back a bit alarming. I have to say that these news only slightly concern me these days. I remember when they told me about my kidneys not working anymore and getting so upset that I crashed my car into a traffic bollard. That’s not happening anymore… I got used to bad news.

The pain medication I am getting is on the highest end of what they could give you with a clear conscience. Which is again a weird situation. On one hand I am mega grateful as I couldn’t live my life without this. But on the other hand these meds have quite hard side effects and they alter how I feel. I can’t drive for example as soon as I have taken some of my meds which I haaaaaate, as I love to drive. But I love traffic safety even more and so I have given up driving for the most part.

But all this now sounds really quite negative and that’s totally not the purpose of this. Because even though I really got a bit of a bad deal in the health department I don’t think my life is not worth living. I know that a lot of people pity me. “Such a smart woman with a good education and a very interesting life. And now she is just this shell of her former self.”

In some regards this might even be true. I definitely am not the woman I was before my health took such a nose dive. I mean I was a very active person. I went out a lot, met friends and loved my job so, so much. I honestly really lived for work for a long time as it was just the most important thing. Saving women and kids from domestic violence was my life’s mission for a long time. All this is over now….

But just because my life has changed doesn’t mean it’s not awesome anymore. Yes, there are tough stretches in there. Yes, there are moments where I wished I could just disappear from this Earth. But overall I am still having a wonderful and fulfilling life. My illness also brought some good chances with it. I have grown and changed as a person and I am very sure I am a more patient and understanding person now then I was in my twenties.

My illness also gave me the gift of not working anymore. Now this is definitely a two sided coin as I stated above already how much I loved my job. But I definitely defined myself way too much over my job and that was absolutely not healthy. I still am passionate about helping people and making their lives easier. So that’s where maybe me not working anymore is really a bit of a blessing. Because now I can help how and when I can and want.

I really feel that my struggle with my health really is something that people can relate to. Maybe other people who are sick. Maybe other people who are just looking for direction in their life. I have no idea. But I want to share my journey now.

It’s a bit like running into the cold water of the ocean. You are excited, a tiny bit scared of what’s about to come, but also glad that you finally had the guts to do it…

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112 of 2023

A shorter all-in-one survey! Created by Guia from scyphozoan

PT. 1: BOLDING (Disclaimer: Not all the following statements are necessarily true about me) I don’t drink anything with caffeine I plan to vote in an upcoming election (mandatory here) I have more than two best friends I’ve had more than one serious relationship I started taking surveys before I was 15 years old I love seafood I don’t have any allergy I wear glasses I’m good with money I prefer Android over iOS

PT. 2: CATEGORIES A) Physiological needs What kind of cooking method is your favorite? Is there a specific food you prefer to be cooked a specific way more than others?

I typically cook soups in a pot. Sometimes I use frying pan. Fries and small snaks I prepare in oil fryer. I have no preference, though.

How much sleep do you need to feel well-rested? Do you usually get this? If not, what commonly prevents you from getting this?

At least 6 hours, but preferably 8. Good sleep is essential to my wellbeing because of a neurological disorder. I usually sleep with breaks, but I’m working on it. My main cause is anxiety, so I got antidepressants from my psychiatrist and it should help in a while.

B) Safety needs What’s the longest time you’ve been unemployed and how would your habits/routine change if you were to become unemployed now? If you don’t normally work, what part of your current routine would require the most adjustment if you were to take on a 9-to-5 job tomorrow?

I haven’t been unemployed, but I’ve spent over a year on sick note due to physical disability, just recently came back for two half-days. I’ve never had 9 to 5 job, too. I’m a factory worker. I had to adjust, though; or rather my workplace has to accept that I have to take my medication at 8am, during work hours.

How do you feel about your overall health? What would you say can be improved? Is there anything you’re worried about?

Well, I have epilepsy and as far as I know, it’s incurable, medication only prevents the symptoms. This is my concern because most likely I’ll be doomed to medication for the rest of my life. Except that, one of my hands is disabled and has limited functions. I’ve just learnt to use it to some extent and I was able to come back to work, which makes me happy. Another thing I have is a connective tissue disorder known as Marfan syndrome, it affected mostly my eyes. My vision is really bad.

C) Love and belonging What makes you feel instant connection with new people? Is there a difference between the connection you look for in friends vs. romantic interests?

There’s no difference. I don’t really understand romantic love. I’m married, but he’s my best and closest friend. I feel connection through similar interests or through their attitude, I’m naturally drawn to kind and gentle people.

What would you say is the best thing about your relationship with parents, family or relatives?

That we can always count on each other.

D) Esteem How has your self-esteem changed over the years? Is there a specific thing that you would attribute this change to?

My self-esteem fluctuates, but it’s rather on the low side. I find it hard to believe that I’m likeable, even though I’m being credited as such. It doesn’t really change over years.

When did you become aware of your own social status? How important is it for you to maintain or improve your current social status?

When I started earning my own money, I guess. I could be classified as upper working class, because I’m a blue collar worker, but my job requires qualifications. I’m fine as I am, I don’t need more.

E) Self-actualization What part of you do you want to achieve to its full potential? How do you feel about where you are at on this specific thing?

My disability, definitely. I’ll never be 100% fine anymore, but I want to be able to use this hand on satisfactory level. I feel I’ve achieved a lot on that particular matter, but still, a lot needs to be improved.

What would you say is the biggest barrier between you and reaching your full potential?

My disability. It’s called disability for a reason.

PT. 3: RANDOM 1) What has been the highlight of your week so far?

I pushed my limits at work. I had to use physical force on something and it worked. I think I’m doing really well at work, for someone with physical disability.

2) What food would you love to have right now?

I’m not hungry, thanks.

3) Did you do anything for the first time recently? If so, what is it and what did you think of it?

Does the first time since my incident count? If so, then I pushed the floor plate for the first time in two years and I succeeded.

4) Describe your current mood. Is this a mood that your normally have?

Content, but sleepy. It’s one of my default moods, either this or anxious.

5) How do you feel about cleaning? How often do you clean your house and is there anything about it that you particularly like/dislike?

I’m okay with it. Not that I love it, but what needs to be done, needs to be done. I really dislike decluttering, though. I’m okay with dishes, laundry and vacuum cleaning.

6) How do you usually wear your hair? Do you have a go-to style for specific occasions or activity?

My hair is short, so I just put some hair gel on it. I don’t need to do more.

7) Name someone you had a falling out with.

Can’t recall any specific person.

8) Do you have a favorite part of your usual day? If not, what’s the first thing you usually do after getting out of bed?

Yeah, I love mornings. But the first things I do after waking up are going to the toilet (obviously), and then taking my medication. I do it even before getting dressed.

9) What would you say is your best habit?

Consistency and self-discipline. I’ve never missed a dose of my meds.

10) Who is the last person you interacted with on social media?

Someone who liked my post on Instagram, but I don’t know them in person.

PT. 4: THEMED 1) Game Night: Do you have a favorite party/board/card games?

Truth or Dare, I think. Nothing too extreme.

2) Old School: Do you know anyone who can be described as a “man child”?

Yeah, sadly I do. He doesn’t respect boundaries at all. Thankfully he lives in another country.

3) Office Christmas Party: Have you ever been to company gathering/party that actually turned out fun?

Many times. I quite love these.

4) The Heartbreak Kid: What is the shortest time you’ve been single between two different relationships? If you’ve never been in one, do you know anyone who can’t seem to stay single?

I think three months. I never cheated on my first ex, but I realised I started having feelings for my second ex while I was still in relationship. I realised it after breaking up, though.

5) No Country for Old Men: Do you like suspense in TV shows or movies? Is there a most suspenseful scene that stands out to you?

I don’t like any movies. For TV shows, I mostly like funny ones.

6) The Wolf of Wall Street: Is there any part of the ‘rich and famous lifestyle’ that appeals to you (e.g. drugs, luxury yachts, hanging out with celebrities, etc.)?

No. I love my life as it is, I don’t envy anyone, I value my privacy.

7) The Disaster Artist: What is the worst movie you’ve actually sat through until the end?

I don’t watch movies.

8) Her: Can you imagine actually having a relationship or even a friendship with an AI?

Could be hard, but why not being friends with one?

9) He’s Just Not That Into You: Was there ever a time when you felt more invested in someone than they were with you?

I think so. I had that kinda crush on two guys, but nothing has ever come out of it.

10) Interstellar: Do you like sci-fi? What movie genre do you enjoy the least?

I like sci-fi, but I don’t like movies. Threy are way too long and boring for me.

PT. 5: LISTING A) Your 5 favorite places to visit

Middelkerke

Ghent

the Netherlands

France

my parents’ house

B) Your 5 favorite songs

Lange Frans & Baas B - Ik Wacht Al Zo Lang

Vildhjarta - Shiver

HRFTR - Zealot

Tourist LeMC - We Begrijpen Mekaar

Kraantje Pappie - Pompen

C) Your 5 favorite people in the world

my husband

my sister

my dad

my *celebrity crush*

PT. 6: PICTURE 1) How your penmanship looks like:

2) An outfit you’d wear during winter:

3) The kind of view you’d wish to have from your window:

4) An animal (other than a dog or cat) you find cute:

5) A nice rug or carpet you’d like to have in the house:

#survey #categorised survey #bolding survey #q&a survey

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RAAAWR HUG! HUG! qiapyon loves being hugged :3 and squished (is a slime so squish!) hehe you are so nice and soft :>> not at all intimidating

YOU FELT LIKE A BIG BLOG just so very top tier writing. great graphic. whole package deal. there's only two possibilities that happen to follower count when you go ia:

it goes up, because people are finding you

it goes down, because people are not finding you and your followers think you are dead

THE RETURN OF NYA im so excited rawrrrrr tag me in everything

afadsfhsd me big blog... i guess i'm a big blog. i dont know why 1.1k people are still here for my shitposts

ajdslfsdf its only a few,,, a lot of my blogs are ia..... unfortunately.... and i mostly have focused on nazukisser though i literally cant stop writing for enstars its in my soul... i always strive for weekly for every fandom but darn thats really hard with the amount of shit i have going on

WAAAAAAAA i hope YOUR works get the true recognition it deserves (one day you'll write a leo fic that will become known as that leo fic (in a pos sense))

professional.... ate lis told me that i looked professional on my blogs,,, i just try. lots of trial and error and i always try to look fresh. have gone through so many phases its insane. one time i tried replicating an actual site design on tumblr while combining it w my style and it was so hard. stares at my (long gone) tori fs2 theme

RIGHT like the readers were nice, all of the people were so nice... now its too big like who is everyone... but also its kinda dead too like damn... 2023 is not anybody's year... i wish we could return to all being silly....

help me omg big blog. i mean being a writing blog the writing might as well get a pass but the graphics suck and i'm the first one to acknowledge that. i simply don't know what to do with them >< the one and only graphic i'm still head over heels for and is the reason i still haven't remade my theme is the cute cat soren did for me a looong time ago and is my current banner. it's. so. round. so cute. silly but sosososo adorable

i mean my followers have probably accepted i'm a sporadic writer and i don't really have a schedule. it hurts when you try to put out your stuff but it doesn't get attention but aaa this is the internet. there's no point in overthinking that. my one and only concern is that anons that rq something i answer a few months later manage to read their rq :(

JESUS CHRIST QIAN YOU HAVE 1.1K FOLLOWERS?!?!? big big biggest writer indeed. i just checked mine and it's 744 followers which is an insane number for someone who posts so little!! what you said about the leo fic... i can only hope. i personally think i suck at writing leo a lot. and rei. and natsume. my izumi is pretty much a mess too. see? if i love them i can't write them right. but uuuu i'd love to write a series. i've never tried that. i also considered something like a social media au bc that's usually really cute too. i don't think any of my works will ever reach that level of importance buuuuut. i'd love that

i've been working a bit on some sort of new theme for my super due revamp but i hate editing sooo much. whatever you say your themes always look super nice and cohesive <3 they're really nice to look at ;;

the fandom being big and dead (from a writing pov) is just as you said ;; i occasionally go into the tags to look for cute fanart but i don't see any writing and it's very sad. sorry to whoever might be offended by this but x readers actually carried the fandom before engstars. but we all either grew frustrated with the lack of interaction or found new interests

i simply miss that sense of community TT the nuri era... nuri feeding the entire fandom one post a day. bee coming up with the absolute prettiest things (like hello THEIR PROMPTS. i still haven't recovered from those). swanee dropping these insanely talented bombs and leaving us knocking on their askbox like "pls comeback when". soren's blog (which i actually visit from time to time bc there's a handful of fics that carry half of my mental sanity rn). runa ;;;;

see? i miss a lot of people ꒰⁎′̥̥̥ ⌑ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ on those are only the ones that came first into mind because there are even more moots i miss... that comfy feeling of being able to jump into everyone's askbox and be silly... nostalgia hitting hard ;;; makes me think i should try to join a server(s) to try and interact with people again, even if it's just some talking from time to time

#phew that was a bit of typing #as usual i can't shut up

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penny of my thoughts...or really just a long late thread...

senior high...i havent really decided what i should take for college.

i dont know which path to take...i dont know if i should continue...i dont have any thought on what courses there are.

as i submitted my application form for college entrance exam, i questioned myself if this are really the choices that i want for myself...then the results came in, i was qualified but below quota.

i thought that was the end of it; that i was gonna pursue a different path...and really disappointed my parents for not passing the exam in the school that they want me to be in.

but an opportunity came. a friend helped me get in. i know it wasnt the nicest choice, but it was what i had the best option b/w pursuing education or taking the opportunity.

engineering. that was the opportunity given. never in my life that i have thought i would pursue this profession, nor did i know abt it. but still went for it...a fresh start and new foundation.

it wasnt really the best, but it was worth it. had sleepless nights, multiple vices, had lost and gained friends, breakups, breakdowns, failures, and many more that helped and wrecked me multiple times.

but still, i graduated. but is it enough just to graduate and not really knowing about what you had pursued? i dont think so. i graduated with just a half knowledge of what career i chose. and so, the licensure exam bothered me the most.

throughout the whole review, i kept on doubting myself. am i gonna pass? will i succeed? is it really for me? endless questions yet at the end of the day the only thought that i had in mind was "i am already at this point in my life, why not just go for it? bet on it."

I already mentally prepared myself for the worst...and also for the best. if i dont pass, so be it. find work and retake again next year. but can i really afford not to pass the first take? insert regrets if i didnt pass. the disappointments. the pity. the self doubt. can i really handle all of it? maybe, maybe not.

tho i was really lucky, i had friends who pushed me hard to be the best of me. they had faith in me that i can do it. and gave me pieces of advice all throughout.

lucky to have a mother and a sister who provided me comfort and financial support throughout. although sometimes i feel really bad that i had to spend so much in a different city. thus, never failed to support me til the end.

as i took the exam, it's one of the moments that i had to pray really hard. every flip of a page, every question that didnt make sense, questions that i didnt know the answer to. had to do some supertitions during the exam and after. and after that, what now? as i started to remove my notes on the wall, what in store in the future?

waiting for the results seems like years of agony. endless thoughts of what will be my reaction if i passed or not.

i pretty much prayed that if it's not for me so be it. if it is, then thank you. i prayed harder for my friends to pass than me to pass. i have lived in regret and guilt during most of the time. it affected most of my friends and classmates. i heard their concerns after the exam. i guess because of the guilt i had during the review showed which i thought i really concealed. and yet another choice to make after exams.

results came in, it was still surreal. messages are flooding. results are out. i ignored those messages but i can see that they are congratulating me. what i passed? i really passed?

and the moment of truth, i saw my name in the list of passers. i did it. i passed. i passed the fucking licensure exam that i worked hard for. the exam that i know i had given my best thus i know my knowledge is not at its peak to be ready. the exam which can greatly affect me. i cried. hard. i passed...im an engineer. licensed. i cried in front of my friends and my mom as i carry the news to them. all of them are excited and happy. my friends cried with me. they had the biggest faith that i can make it. thus it felt me completely incomplete. why am i not really happy? why is there a gap in me? i already passed. what's more to be sad for?

thoughts aside, i really wanted to thank my friends who had supported me from the very beginning to the end. teaching me and scolding me for various reasons, the laughs that we had, moments that we shared, intellectual conversations, playful conversations and most importantly, personal conversations that we shared. we cried, we laughed, we were scared, studied, ate meals together, prayed, and many more. i think i wouldnt be what i am today without them. making all things bearable to bring. they were there at my lowest and also in the peak of my life. i couldnt be more grateful for having them.

i also wanted to thank several people but never really had a chance of doing it. tho here i will thank them. i thank them for giving me great lessons in life. for sharing meaningful conversations and experiences. advice for life and just a little chitchat to catch up.

I never really expressed this to them because they might think im being emotional and all. but someday i will. they deserve the recognition. it bothered me for the longest time that i havent really expressed myself fully. but someday...

i guess thats it. work life is ahead. hire me pls. joke hahaha. half.

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gaycey-sketchit · 2 years

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(Gary anon) The fact Iris never really interacted with Lance at all is certainly a choice by the writers. (I'm sure for the most part they had pre-planned Journeys' plots and are prepared in case of anything that could disrupt workflow, but an earthquake is not the same as a world-wide health scare. But strangely, it feels like it may have been more than just that this time)

(Re-send Part 2) I'm grateful that he saw return, with new captures, is back out traveling the world, new drive, still an overachiever, retains his battle prowess and caught a legendary. Just wished he was utilized different, considering Journeys' initial premise. (My main concern is Gary being made a joke again; to potentially make Goh look like he "surpassed" him. When story-wise, he really hasn't earned it? Goh getting to close to Mew is fine, not if Gary is made blatantly helpless again)

(Part 3) I wouldn't be surprised if some of the choices made in Journeys has definitely made some concerned about the S/V anime. (There doesn't seem to be much info on Ash yet. Based in the datamine, most sync pairs coming up are returning ones) It's Dragonite last chance to get a Master Class victory. I have a feeling Charizard will strike it down.

(Part 4) (Some are expecting Ash to maybe reignite Cynthia's passion for battles. There's also her in-game quotes when you battle. I'm guessing she'll have a similar reason to Leon for wanting to possibly quit) Heh, it was either that or Frontier Brain, like some were hoping for. We hadn't had a Battle Frontier since Gen 4, so I think that may be why they went with that.

(Part 5) (Saw the dub, Gary kinda sounded meaner than he did in the original. Maybe it's the sarcastic tone, but it feels like that for most of his lines. Tokio's voice, hmm. And this seems to be the first time that an Arcanine got a dub change. It's usually keeps its Japanese voice. The website I mentioned a while ago: Blissey Husband has it up under "Ultimate Journeys". You have endure wait times between pages though)

Yeah, it would've been nice to at least have the two dragon-type trainer champions interact a little bit.

Yeah, Journeys has had... a bit of a difficult run, huh. The pandemic's affected so much.

True, true. Grateful as I am to see him again at all and to see him accomplishing great things like fighting legendaries without it ending in trauma, they could've done something so much more... fun with him than the route things ended up going. I don't know.

That's the worry, yeah. Goh's great, I love him, but I'd have a hard time buying him really surpassing someone who has so many more years of experience on him. Hoping Journeys can handle that situation well enough to stick the landing despite the... issues there have been.

I have to say, I'm a little nervous myself. After SM and JN both went against the usual formula in their own ways, you have to wonder if they'll keep doing that with SV and if so, how. Hoping for the best however things play out.

I can totally see her battle against Ash reigniting her passion, yeah!

That makes sense.

I've seen it too at this point and... yeah. I don't think Gary's sounded that abrasive since Indigo League, damn. Honestly not the biggest fan of that particular episode's dubbing, the dialogue felt... off. Feels like they tried a little too hard to stay close to the original dialogue and the result was kind of stilted. The dialogue usually flows better than that, I don't know what happened.

#Andrew answers #Gary anon

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justmywriting1313 · 2 years

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Sad M/C headcanons Part 2 (Leviathan, Satan, and Asmo)

Hello lovelies!!!! I hope you guys are having an amazing week so far!!

Okieee so here is the next part for this Head canon set. I know Mammon and Luci got their own. It was just cause I couldn't control how much I was writing hehehe so yeah anyway its not favouritism, I promise.

Again so sorry it took so long! Lord knows i’m kind of stretched thin and its funny since I am thinking of writing a Haikyuu fic that I can’t get out of my head lol.

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Summary: Leviathan, Satan and Asmo x Sad M/C and how they react to her crying + how they cheer her up!

Trigger warnings: Not anything but i guess Homesickness and just yeah being a bit sad. (unedited)

LEVIATHAN:

Oh dearie me!!

Honestly, I can see this being a hard situation for Levi to navigate solely because he doesn’t leave his room often enough to even realise whats happening. I mean, yeah, one of the brothers could tell him that you aren’t your normal self but even then. I can’t see Levi coming to you solely because he wont think he could be of any help. I mean he sees himself as a recluse so like yeah.

I think in Levi’s case it would be a sudden realisation when you are playing games. Even if you've been feeling this way a long time. Its not because he doesn’t pay attention and thus didn’t notice, but when you are around him, it was a distraction for you and so you were more upbeat than you had been with the others. He also was so focused on showing you his new anime that he doesn’t even realise. I feel like Levi could be one of those friends/ boyfriends who aren't great at problem solving but really good at distracting and listening and then they would do their best to dote on you.

So like, you've been upset for a while now. All the other boys know and though they've tried to help and alleviate some of the things weighing down on you it hasn’t worked. You have still been avoiding them and keeping to yourself. The only one who doesn’t realise is Levi. Its because whenever you come over to his room to play games and watch anime you’ve been fine; listening to him and watching with amusement. So when the brothers come to him telling him to help he doesn't even take them seriously or really understand.

But somewhere in his brain he starts keeping an eye out and he does notice. The signs aren't super significant but still they take away from your personality so much that it scares Levi. It starts with when he is opening the door to let you into his room. It takes you a minute to get that tired look of your face and to smile. When you had been sitting and watching anime’s the dazed off look you get where you don’t even register him saying anything. Oh or the one time you fell asleep and he saw smudged up mascara stains and tear tracks. He assumed you were super touched by the anime but then it happened more often than not.

The biggest thing though was when you had stopped encouraging him to leave his room. Usually when you would tempt Levi out of his room by promising to hang out with him and only him if he left the room. Now however you would just trudge into his room and flop onto the couch or his bed. It started to concern him deeply but at the same time he didn't think he could help nor did he know how to. I think he is the main one who wouldn't do a huge gesture, not because he didn't want to but I think out of all the demons he understands best the negative feelings of self worth.

He understands that someone making a big deal out of it is probably the exact opposite thing you needed sometimes. Sometimes, the right person asking you at the right time whether you're okay is all that you need to open up and then to pretend it isn't a big deal… a distraction. It may not be problem solving and therefore not the healthiest but it is helpful in not bottling things up. And thats exactly what happens.

He opens the door one day and this time you couldn't even be bothered to cover up the exhaustion and underlying sadness. You trudge into a room and flop onto the chair next to his gaming one. He got an extra one for you. He queues up an anime. Halfway through the movie he hears you sniffling but he doesn't say anything. It’s the small hiccups that make him look towards you. You're burying your face in your sweater paws. Your eyes trained on the anime but they have a far away look. Levi has kind of had it so he finally pauses the anime. He turns you towards him and though he is blushing he says,

“M/C… are you okay? If you are then its fine and it’s also fine if you aren’t but… I mean you can talk to me you know?I… I wont judge...I want to help thats all...”

You look at him for a minute. All the others had tried to get you talk and as much as you love them you don't think they are great at accepting human flaws so you always waved them of. For some reason though Levi asking made you want to tell him everything and you knew he would understand. With that realisation you dropped your hands and started wailing. At first Levi panicked almost getting ready to call one of the others but then, you collapsed into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck while you curled your knees inward and your head tucked into his neck. Levi tried his best not to have a nosebleed as he very hesitantly put one hand around your upper thighs, the other hugging you shoulders as he lifted you further into him. It took him a while to loosen up but after half an hour or so later he was stroking your hair and cooing at you to shhh while you kind of sobbed into his jacket.

See with Levi its not about the sadness being little or big, its not about wanting space or not wanting it. Its solely distraction based. Its about getting away from it for a while. Its kind of Levi’s whole thing you know.

Eventually Levi could tell you were tired and wanted to sleep so he stood you both up. No pressure to talk or tell him everything. He let you cry it out so that at least the exhaustion wasn't bottled up. He felt better about it and knew you would feel better even if you hadn’t solved anything. You got rid of your skirt and shirt, changing into the hoodie Levi threw in your general direction. Levi changed out of his pants into pyjamas. He settled into the bathtub and before you could complain about being heavy on him, he pulled you in like he had seen many of the guys do in anime. The entire time his cheeks were red and he was stuttering. You were still teary eyed and crying, but just the general warmth of Levi’s skin against your palm, the way in which he kept stroking your hair and the way he kept whispering reassurances. It wasn't long before you had kind of knocked out.

Though it took some time eventually Levi also knocked of, not before kissing your forehead. The following morning, you stretched out in Levi’s arm almost smacking in the face which made you giggle and him flounder. For a bit you both just chilled in each others arms talking about recent Manga’s and anime’s but this is the part where he would get a little serious and the part where he would hope you start talking. Again he isn't the types to force it out of you like Luci or Mammon but he also wants to help which is exactly why he is the easiest to talk to. While still laying with him, you start to open up to him and let him know everything thats been bugging you.

Regardless of wether its small or big, Levi kind of just listens with no other notions. I think if you are looking for solutions then you need to specifically tell him that in which case he will give his two cents but otherwise his only plan of action was to listen. After you've gotten everything of your chest, its anime marathons and just spending the rest of your day in bed.

Overall yeah, I think with Levi its hard not to just talk to him because as much as he would like to pretend differently he is very open and it makes you open up to him in equal amounts.

I think his also clearly involves the others least because he doesn't want you to feel suffocated. So yeah overall absolute cutieeeee.

SATAN:

Okay so with Satan I think its a no brainer that this demon would know from the get go if something was wrong.

He is incredibly intellectual and incredibly observant. He would see the signs before anyone else really did. He didn’t even have to attached to you by the hip like Mammon is. He saw it in your interactions with others.

It started small like at the dinner table. In Satan’s eyes you are an absolute heaven sent with the way you can manage and entertain not just Mammon but Lucifer and all of his rowdy brothers. You indulge them in a way that keeps them happy and has them listening to you. So for the first time when he sees the dull way in which you respond he already knows something is up. He doesn’t miss the way the loud banter that usually you partook in was making you twitch and rub at your eyes.

Your distance from others is made more obvious when you stop hanging out with them in large groups. Usually you all hang out together or in sub-units. It started with you leaving the big group to you not being able to handle hanging out with more than one or two of them at a time. You were shy and hesitant and it was very reminiscent of when you had first started getting close to them. You were hiding away and Satan disliked it very much so. He hated feeling as if you didn’t trust them.

One of the big things about your relationship with Satan and his with yours was trust and faith in one another (be it a romantic relationship or platonic). What that means is that when Satan feels like indulging in his sin or when he feels that overwhelming wave of rage you trust him to come to you and know that you can help. That means that when you're having a tough time he expects you to come to him so when he sees you not giving him the same courtesy he feels angry with you.

You continue to pull away and unfortunately for Satan it feels like he can’t do anything about it. He has learnt not to push you too much because usually you would come to him on your own. Think of it as his way of giving you space. He just continues to keep a watchful eye over you whenever he could and he made it so that that was ninety percent of the time.

It finally comes to head in one of the school council meetings. You had barely been able to get yourself there. The anxiety of so many rowdy boys all in one room gave you a headache before the meeting even started. You were sitting between Mammon and Levi and it seemed they planned on being the loudest today. Everyone was talking all at once, there was so much noise and so much chatter. Amongst all of the chaos Satan’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. He watched the way you lolled your head forwards using your hair to hide your face as you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt your breath get short as the noise became too much. You stood up abruptly and before anyone could question you, you were out the door and running for the closest empty classroom or bathroom.

For a minute there was the silence that you had desperately wanted before once again all the boys were shouting at each other. Each shouting for why they should be the one to chase after you. Satan shared a quick look with Solomon and Simeon to let them know he was on his way and both boys understood to keep the others distracted as Satan quietly slipped out of the room and then dashing in the direction he thought you went in. It took him some time to check all the empty classrooms before he stumbled on the muffled sounds of sobbing from the art room.

He opens the door to find you on your knees, your legs splayed on either side of you as you tried fruitlessly to wipe your eyes while tears kept pouring out. You let out a frustrated groan at that as you kept repeating the phrase ‘Stop crying!” over and over again. Satan sighed. You were so busy in your own head you didn't even recognise that someone had come in. You only looked up when you sensed a presence in-front of you. You lifted you head to say something when you met Satan’s worried eyes trained on you. You really didn't have it in you to push him away. He had taken to kneel in-front of you, knees touching yours, his hands resting on his thighs as we waited for you to let him know it was okay to touch you.

For a second there was complete and utter silence between you two, before you let out a loud sob as you buried your face into Satan’s chest, hands grabbing at his sweater front. He quickly wrapped one arm around your shoulders the other going to hold your head, gently stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest.

Satan would be very upset that it had gotten to this point but at the same time he is happy that he is the one there to help you and take care of you. He would let you cry it out sitting there even though he wanted to get you guys back home and safe in one of your rooms. He knows you need to get everything out of your system or at-least some of it before you're ready to brave the world again. Its only when your sobs have dwindled to sniffles that he would pull away to hold your face. There really isn't any point in hiding away or shying away cause Satan’s grip on your face is strong. His thumb stroking under your eyes clearing away the tears as best he could. He would sit and observe the way your eyes are puffy and red rimmed, your cheeks splotchy and your nose raw. He would simply sigh and kiss you lightly before getting up and helping you up as well. His silence would make you nervous but you didn't have the strength to say anything either so it would remain quiet as he interlaced one hand of yours tightly with his.

You two would make your way home and Satan would let you hide in his shoulder if you bumped into anyone you knew on the way. He trusted one of the others to grab your things as he led you into the house and straight to your room. He would seat you on the bed before first throwing some of your nightly sweats and hoodies in your direction demanding for you to change. He would then first head to his room and grab a book, then the kitchen where he would fill a basket with snacks and various different types of drinks and lastly stop by Belphie’s room to grab a comfy blanket before returning to your room. He would leave everything on the bed before getting himself on there. His back to the headboard. He would manoeuvre you into bed with him and this is all without any words shared between you two. He would have you straddling his waist arms around his neck as he hugged you to his chest. You two would just breathe for awhile spending some much needed time together. He had missed you. He would finally pull away, before you could say anything he would hold a hand up,

“M/C, I won’t pretend to understand why you have been behaving the way you have for the past few weeks... just... just know that firstly if you ask for space the most you'll get is me sitting on the other side of the bed... outside of that I'm not leaving until we have a conversation and you tell me what is wrong... Have I made myself clear?”

You shyly nod your head fiddling with the bottom of his shirt as you do so finding it hard to look him in the eyes. He would lead you back to his chest stroking your hair and just sitting and relaxing with you, something the two of you haven't done in a while. You may or may not cry a little more but through it all Satan would just hold you. At some point he might say,

“Whenever you're ready my heart, there is no rush”

His soft voice and his worried eyes would finally make you pull away, resting on his thighs as you take a big breath and begin to talk.

I feel like Satan would be in the top three in terms of understanding you and your reaction if it was something small. He wouldn’t become condescending or judgemental. His main objective would be to sit and listen. I think the only time frustration might settle in is when he realises you could have come to him and the intensity of the negative emotions wouldn't be so strong but he decides to bring it up later. He also would be the best in understanding that sometimes you just need a good cry and so he would understand that things were just building up. He would only go into problem solving mode if you specifically asked for it. Its not that he doesn't want to help you solve things, its just he knows that it may not be what you want to hear right then and there.

I think he would handle big problems the same as small ones though I feel like he might be more geared to making a plan to avoid you hiding away from him like you did earlier. His main aim unlike the others would be to find a way to make sure you will come to him for help and if you still feel like having a breakdown at least you can do it with someone who can make sure you're in a safe space and have things you need to work through it. He knows he cant prevent all your breakdowns for the rest of you life but he at least wants to make it easier for you.

Overall I would say your relationship is one of few words. Satan and you are just oh so trusting of one another that even a big breakdown with him is still small compared to the others. He just has so much understanding for what you may go through as a human in a dimension that you technically weren't meant for and so he just wants to help make it as much easier as he could... such a cutieeeee.

ASMO:

Asmo-chan is such a cutie. Truly an absolute sweetheart BUT he is also so self absorbed that honestly I'm sorry but he isn’t noticing your building sadness on his own. I know everyone has a lot of faith in him and I do to... However he really wont see it. This baby is always wearing rose coloured glasses figuratively and so it would take one of the more observant brothers like Satan or Luci telling Asmo that you may not be in the best spirits for him to realise. I can see one of the two pulling Asmo aside to let him know that they have noticed you weren’t being upbeat and cheery as you used to and that you have been pulling away. Asmo’s first reaction is to brush it aside since he still hasn't seen it and honestly around him its easier to just forget about all your responsibilities and the useless chatter that sometimes fills your head. So you dont act any differently. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t stay with Asmo and like Levi he starts to keep an eye out for you and to see whether you were acting differently.

At first he thinks Satan and Luci were just being overprotective birdies since your behaviour wasn't any different but slowly the signs start to bleed into your interactions with Asmo. You become quieter, it takes you some time to react as excitably to him as if there is a lag in your system. You start to wear baggier clothes and you start to shy away from physical touch from all of the boys which was honestly the biggest one.

You hadn’t always been physically affectionate with the boys. It had taken time to cultivate that trust with you and it was understandable since each one had put you in danger one way or the other. However, you had finally gotten to the point where you weren’t hesitant anymore. The boys still talk to each other about how excited they get when you hug them first. So the distance you are trying to put between yourself and them becomes clearest when you no longer search them out. You were skittish like a child nervous to be touched by strangers.

One day you were all collected in the den for a movie night and everyone had chosen a spot around the couch. Like always they left the centre empty for you where they would all in some way hold you. However when you entered, you quietly placed yourself on the outside of the bundle sitting on the floor besides Luci’s legs. Usually when you would do that you would lean on his legs and huff until he was petting your head and hair through the movie until you slept yet this time you stayed as you were, body rigid and never relaxing. Luci and Satan shared a look with Asmo and he furrowed his brows.

It slowly got to the point where you couldn't handle any form of holding or touching for more than a minute. The strange behaviour that had earlier alluded Asmo now showed itself in full form. You were quick to upset and you had a hard time being around people for a long time. Your clothes become heavier and long sleeved as you tried to hide yourself away from the world. Asmo did not know how to approach you about the problem when he didn’t really understand what it was or where it was stemming from. He tried to be gentle about it at first plopping his head in your lap as you sat on his bed but with a quick excuse you managed to evade him. He tried to be whiny about it but that got him nowhere either. Again one could think of it as space as Asmo tries not to corner you too much feeling that it was fair to treat you like an adult who would ask for help when they need it… However it never came.

It finally blew up a few weeks after you had gotten this way. You thought you were having a fairly okay day and didn’t think too much into going on a shopping trip with Asmo. He had been begging for it for a month now and though he wanted bonding time alone with his favourite human he begrudgingly let Satan and Belphie tag along... as long as they promised not to hold them back. Asmo dragged you through store after store picking clothes he knew would look uber good on you. All three boys showering you in constant praise. As the day went on and on, you couldn’t pinpoint what it exactly was but you felt yourself getting more and more upset with each new shop. The boys’s praise falling on deaf ears. You didn’t realise it until you saw a young demon girl who looked like she was shopping with her mother. The teenage girl beamed up at her mother who playfully pulled her cheek. The daughter groaning in protest. Her father and brother held bags filled to the brim with clothes and other things. The boys though exasperated with the women in their lives clearly held endeared smiles as they watched the women gush… You didn't even feel the first few tears as they slid down your cheeks. Your eyes following he family as they walked out of sight. You had been homesick for a while now but you hadn’t realised the intensity until now. The deep yearning that bloomed in your chest triggered all the other things that had you feeling miserable.

Your chest starting to heave as you pulled your arm from Belphie. He had been sitting in a chair that you had been standing against. Belphie watched you aggressively wipe at your cheeks as you started to cry out. But before he could jump up Asmo threw what seemed to be a million shopping bags in his hands. Asmo didn’t pay any mind to the grumbling of his younger brother as he cupped your soft cheeks in his hands. He watched for a minute as you cried out, cries turning into full blown sobs. You worked your way into Asmo’s arms as he quietly watched his best friend and the love of his life break down in the waiting area of a clothing store. Asmo jumped to action soon wrapping both arms around you shoulders, one hand pushing your face into his shoulder. With Satan and Belphie’s help Asmo managed to get you into one of the private showing rooms where everyone left the two of you alone. All the while you stayed buried in his chest never once looking up as you continued to cry saying muffled words that Asmo couldn’t hear. He sat the both of you down in a spacious loveseat. Asmo let one arm wrap over the tops of your thighs as you sat diagonally on his lap the other around your shoulder pulling you in further. He stayed silent as you cried out and finally Asmo heard the words “I want my mom! I want papa... I want them now”. You called out for your parents gripping Asmo’s shirt in your hands. Asmo sighed clearly you had reached a breaking point and it was driven by homesickness. He hugged you tighter,

“Oh M/C darling... oh my its okay sweetie, i know M/C I know, its okay I’m here just cry it out okay dove... no one will come in so its okay say whatever you want to”

Asmo knew that there was more to the situation but for now his heart and gut twisted in his body at the way you cried out for your family. He does his best not to cry with you but he can feel a few tears slip from the corner of his eyes. You stay that way for a while. Eventually your cries dwindling to sniffles as you wipe your nose on the back of your hand. You go to whisper,

“I am sorry Asmo... I ruined our shopping trip...”

“M/C absolutely not, you take that sorry back right now! Sweetie look the whole point of this little shopping trip had been to get you to open up about whats been upsetting you... You haven’t been yourself for awhile now and I’m sorry... clearly you were hurting and I should have stepped in but now I’m here okay and we aren’t leaving not even if the store closes, until you feel comfortable telling me what is up and how I can help okay? Now clearly you are homesick but I can’t believe this is the only thing there is it?” When you shake your head he sighs resting his head against you shoulder.

“Please M/C you'll talk now lovely yes? please my skin can’t take this stress anymore”

You giggle before finally complying, both of you becoming more serious as you begin to talk. Asmo would be the type to be more frustrated if the issue has been small things. I dont think he would realise the need for a breakdown or a good cry session. If it’s small things that made you distant all he will see is seemingly simple solutioned things that kept you form him and so he would definitely whine but of course playfully. He would start pointing all the ways in which those situations could have been avoided and fixed. You would definitely have to tell him to shut up but eventually he would understand. He would definitely talk it over with Satan a few weeks after the situation has passed and Satan would help him realise how things piling up can feel overwhelming.

If it were big things I think Asmo seems like the kind of person who would call in all the favours he could, and no matter what he has to do manage a way to resolve the issue even if you didn’t ask for it. Like for homesickness thing he wouldn't even try with Lucifer, going all the way to Diavolo and working hard to plan with him a way for you to visit your family.

So yeah overall with Asmo, yeah its definitely messy and chaotic because I think he himself is a little. Maybe not in how he presents himself to the world but more in that he is laid back and has too much faith in the people around him. I would peg him as the only one out of all seven as the biggest optimist so you would definitely have to learn to be more communicative with him but as you get better at that the more after crying cuddles you get. so yeah overall super tender and sweet!!!

I don’t think you guys realise how long this has been in my drafts good lord but finally posting it. I write way too much haha btw can someone tell me what is happening in the Obey Me world cause honestly the lessons have gotten so hard that i dont play as often (Doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing hehehehe)

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

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ihaveafandom-problem554 · 3 years

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Hey, could I request a upper three x milf reader. Like she's rui's human møther replacement, but she genuinely cares for her family. Shw calls oni her little 'koibito', or her sweetheart, and spoils all of her 'children' when she goes down to the village with sweet treats to make and little toys?

I read this so many times with the biggest smile on my face.

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Older Spider Brother = Ani (It was the name I found on the Wiki)

Older Spider Sister = Ane ( Her name was actually Ane not Oni, I might go back to naming her Oni though-), Koibito (Sweetheart)

Ok lets just say Ani can switch from his spider form to a human-looking form

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You exited the small market filled with your koibito's favorite pastries and sweets as you entered another market, this time filled with Ani's favorite snacks.

This continued until you had everyone's favorite snack or play thing.

Straight to the woods you went after finishing buying everyone’s desires. You lived near the Mountain where it was rumored to have demons.

Anyone who walked in never came back out.

Who ever did later died days later, their last words being

"I was disturbing their perfect family"

You only smiled at the thought of it happening to you. Your smile getting bigger at the words 'perfect family'.

You stopped walking once you reached a hot spring with clean spider themed kimono sitting next to it. You placed the treat filled bags under a tree as you took off your current kimono. Now undressed, you took a short bath in the hot spring to wash off all the wisteria from your body.

Once finished, you put on your spider kimono and grabbed the bags and proceed to walk towards your house.

And Once you open the door, the first thing you heard was-

“WOULD YOU STOP EATING MY SNACKS YOU FREAK!” Your spider daughter yelled at her older spider brother. Ani’s only response was to spit his poison at her and laugh. Thank goodness Ane missed just barely.

“WHAT THE HELL YOU PRICK!? THIS ISN’T FUNNY” Ane yelled. “Ani, What have I said about using your poison in the house? And apologize to your sister” You say as you walked inside.

Ani scoffed, “Why should I? She called me a freak-OW” he screamed as he turn into his more human like form to touch is head that just got backhand slapped.

“OW! What was that for!?”

“Apologize to your sister, like your dear mother had ask.” your husband, Akaza, demanded as he held a sleeping Rui. Ani held the back of his head once more before reluctantly turning over to his sister, who now wore a smug smirk across her face.

“Hmph, even though your very poor when it comes to apologizing. I guess I’ll take it.” Ane taunted. “Ok now your asking for more poison-”

“Keep the poison to yourself, or else you don’t get to see what’s in the bag” You threaten holding up the multiple bags you had in your hands. The two spider siblings quickly rushed over to you to see what was in the bag.

Treats, toys, tools (You don’t understand why they want those) Different teas and baked goods.

When the spider siblings walked away with their new belongings, you went over to your husband and youngest child. The second you sat down next to them, you got forced right back up.

“Akaza, I’m fine!” You playfully complained. “Nope, Stay still”

You giggled at Akaza being concerned for you. He checked you up and down to see if you had any bruises, cuts, burns, scratches, rashes, literally anything that doesn’t belong on your body.

As he looked around your body, you started to pose for him. “Can you stop posing, I can’t find any-”

“I’m putting on a show! you should be grateful!”

“Eh- Pose once more I need a camera!”

“Ani...broke the...last one with his poison..” A sleepy Rui said snuggling deeper into Akaza’s hold. “Hi Rui! how was your day?” You say taking him from Akaza. “Father backhand slapped Ani 13 times today”

“Why did you count?”

“AKAZA!”

“WHAT!? He can take it!”

“We spoke about this!”

“He’s a lower rank 2 in the making, he has potential!”

...

Both You and Rui gave Akaza a disappointed look.

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No this is not ending yet. I just lost the courage to continue writing this so here are some headcanons..

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Affection towards Older spider brother, Ani

Someone put a warning anytime this guy shows up like damn

- .....

- See, it's hard enough to even strike a conversation with him

- He favors Akaza more than you

- And he has no shame saying it out loud

- But-but even though he can be an ass, he has a weak spot for the snacks you buy him and when you cup his face

- He can't take physical affection well

- He's the only one who doesn't know what to do when you hug him, so he just stands there

- He loves the snacks you get him

- very different from human meat

- He doesn't like the toys you get him so he gives it to Rui

- But if you get Ane toys he takes hers and claims that her toys are better

- Do you take care of his spider underlings?

- No

- Akaza's really aggressive with him

- In his eyes, Ani is a lower moon in the making

- So, the second you leave the house

- Akaza enters the house to train him

- Ani loves Akaza more than you because Akaza allows him to spit his acid/poison around the house

- Yes you come home to holes in the walls

- Your little koibito

- Such an angel

- She favors you more than Akaza

- Loves literally anything you do

- Vows to become just like you

- You love to hug her the second you get the chance

- And she always accepts them

- She always by your side

- Loves to be held by you on bad days

- You both love to snuggle with each other

- Akaza loves to take pictures of you two when the both of you fall asleep

- Akaza doesn’t know what to with ‘little women’ so he spoils her with treats before bed (Which you forbid)

- For some strange reason, he’s an expert on hair, so he does Ane’s hair all the time

- If she wanted something you already said no to, she’s going straight to Akaza to ask the same question because she knows he’ll say yes

- Akaza also loves to carry her on his back

- But of course, this won’t be Akaza if he didn’t think she’ll be a perfect lower moon in the making

- So yes, she has to train too

- “Hug me”

- “Hold me”

- “I want affection”

- “Mother, carry me”

- “Father, Mother is choosing Ane over me... She claims she no longer loves me-”

- He’s adorable

- and clingy

- VERY clingy

- Needs to be held at least 9 times a day or else all hell is set free

- Doesn’t have a favorite

- But if he had to choose it would be you

- But then it’ll be Akaza

- He can’t decide

- He loves it when you sit down with him

- Mainly because he sees it as an opportunity to climb on you to cuddle

- “Jesus, Akaza can you stop trying to train the kids into being lower moons?”

- “I’m not just training them to be lower moons...Rui would make a great upper moon! He has-”

- “Potential? Yeah Akaza baby, no, that’s not happening”

- Once you leave, its training time

- He’s very aggressive when it comes to training Rui

- He personally thinks that Muzan mis-ranked the moons, he believes Rui should be lower moon 2 at least

- Akaza just wants his kids to be upper moons like him

- But they do have their cuddle moments

- Doesn’t understand why you bought him plushies

- But Once you offered to take it back and get him treats instead, he didn’t want to give it back

- ....

“Before you go out into the village, put wisteria all over your body to rid off any demons. I saw a hot spring not too far from here. Wash off the wisteria before you come in here”

“Ok Akaza”

“Always take the route Rui showed you. No shortcuts”

“Ok Akaza”

“Do not get injured on the way here. We might have to train harder if-”

“Akaza..Please shut up”

- You love him, but he’s very protective

- Sometimes he won’t let you leave the house

*Insert Protective Hugs*

- You also have to train with the family, so Akaza doesn’t have to worry about you defending yourself

“NO! Baby look. The second the guy looks at you, you must give him a uppercut and break his nose. Then you tell him, if you ever look at me again.. I’ll get my stronger than Kokushibou sexy ass husband to beat your ass.”

“......I’m not doing that.”

“....Could you at least say it?”

- You have to start cuddle sessions because he sees it as a sign of weakness (he loves them though)

- He also loves the snacks you get him

- He loves Training taking care of the kids

- He does the dad thing where he puts the all the kids on his back and does push up!

- Douma teases him for having a lower moon family

- Douma loves to come over To eat you

- Don’t worry Akaza deals with him

- Ngl Kokushibou also comes over

- Ani’s first reaction to him was-

“This motherfucker got 6 fucking eyes... Allergy season must be a pain in the ass-”

“ANI! Don’t say that to guests!”

- Kokushibou likes Ani for an odd reason

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I think I went off topic-

#rui #akaza #reader #spider sister #spider brother #kny rui #kny akaza #spider family #demon slayer #demon slayer rui #demon slayer akaza #Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu akaza #kimetsu rui #demon slayer headcanons #kny headcanons #Douma #kokushibou #reader x akaza

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treesandtheirberries · 3 years

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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality

A/N: might make this into a blurb series? so presh. if you have any concepts around this, send them my way.

wc: 2,249

June was Harry and Y/N’s first baby, their biggest accomplishment before they were soon having another child. June was currently 13, the awkward age of Middle School, puberty, and overall questioning of identity. Y/N and Harry wanted this weird stage to be a smooth transition. They always encouraged her to express herself, with clothes, in hobbies, with their conversations. Although their first child, they both felt as though they managed to get through the difficulties of becoming a parent easily (thanks to the massive amount of parenting books, from birth to adolescence, that Harry kept buying while June was still in the womb).

Yet, there is only so much you can prepare your child for, and surely you can’t be there to guide them through every difficulty. Harry and Y/N weren’t sure if June would question her sexuality as both of them weren’t straight, they didn’t know if the process was the same for heterosexuals. But they never skirted around the topic. If anything, they encouraged watching same-sex couples in movies and such, even having many friends who had families with someone of the same gender (or a partner that was non-binary).

Harry hoped that this would be an excellent way to acclimate their children to the varying diversity of the world. Y/N grew up with racial diversity, but anything deviant from heterosexuality or cisgender was heavily frowned upon. They hoped that with their lack of omission of the varying aspects of identity their children would have the opportunity to understand themselves easier rather than constantly question their identity.

They forgot to take into account that this was simply a stage in adolescence they had to endure though, as Eric Erickson put it: a fight between identity and role confusion. And June was currently right at the center of it.

June, even as a child, was usually calm and they rarely had problems with her being fussy like they do with the twins, Mazzy and Mick (named after the artists constantly playing on their home turntable). Thus, any changes were quickly noticed in her behavior.

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Picking up the kids from daycare and June from school was on the top of Y/N’s list of things to do for the day. She adored seeing everyone’s faces after a day at work and seeing their warm smiles and tight hugs always brightened her mood.

Today, things seemed different.

June jumped into the front seat with a grunt, a frown, and even went as far as throwing her bag onto the floor of the car forcefully. This was generally out of character, except Y/N and Harry have noticed these bursts of anger more recently.

“What’s eating at ‘ya bug?” Y/N calmly asked, wanting to maintain a balance of emotions although knowing June was perhaps all over the place as most teenagers are.

June rubbed her hands on the top of her thighs and noticeably took a few deep breaths; a calming tactic her father taught her when she was younger to calm herself. She took a few more breaths until facing her mother to talk. “Sage didn’t want to hang out this weekend,” she finishes, the frown being found on her face once again.

“Oh, is she busy? Thought you two were having a sleepover at home?” Y/N inquired. She knew Sage and her daughter were best friends since the beginning of sixth grade, and she hoped they would maintain their friendship although she knew the ups and downs adolescents faced it might not be possible.

“She said she’s going to the mall with Rye.”

“As in the bread?” Y/N chuckled, trying to lift the mood.

June rolled her eyes, another behavior that has risen in frequency. “No mom. A boy. That she likes.” She grumbled crossing her arms and sinking further into the seat.

“Oooooh I see what’s going on here, Sage is going on a date!” She rose her voice to a pitch of puppy love, which didn’t sit well with June.

“We promised we wouldn’t date boys in Middle School. They’re all so stupid and ugly. I don’t get why she’s ditching me for him.”

Y/N was a bit surprised by this. Harry and she have talked about the day they’d have to worry about June’s infatuation with others and they were dreading it. Hearing that June didn’t have interest in it now was a relief, but of course, this whole conversation was concerning.

“I understand, not the nicest to make plans with someone when she already made some with you. But June-bug, you guys are teenagers. Of course, she’s going to take an opportunity to go on a date with a freaking boy!”

“Language momma!” Mick yelled, the three-year-olds’ well acquainted with naughty words.

“I guess. Just rude s’all.” June finished with another grumble. She wasn’t known for throwing huge fits, and her outbursts were usually this short.

Still, Y/N knew that this would be something that would affect her for the rest of the week. Her daughter is calm but incredibly sensitive, and the two parents have learned how to work through her internal struggles. She decided to ask the usual question during June’s turmoils: “wanna talk to dad about it?”

“Yes please.”

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Harry was finishing washing the plates as Y/N was getting the twins ready for bed. The small domestic moments like these reminded Harry of how lucky he was to have a family like his. He noticed June’s mood as soon as everyone entered the house, and once Y/N confirmed they would need to talk later, Harry was preparing himself to support his daughter through her problems. Y/N and he were definitely lucky with their firstborn being like June. Sometimes he’ll credit his efforts in teaching June meditation early, and depending on the day, Y/N agrees.

As he dries the plates to put back in their cupboards, June walks in.

“Hiya bug. C’mere give Poppa hug.”

June rolls her eyes (he’s having a hard time adjusting to these teenager habits) and walks closer to her father. Although she’s extremely close with both of her parents, there is a timeless connection she has with her father. “Not a child anymore dad. And please, do not call yourself poppa again. You’re not that old yet.” She mumbled in his chest, clearly needing the affection.

“Mom said you wanted to talk? Want her there?”

“Uhm. Maybe we could just talk in my room please.”

“Of course, let me just put these plates all back” Harry smiled, only letting go of the hug once he felt June move away. A small trick he learned from his mother after she attacked him with countless parenting trips: never let go in a hug with your child, let them determine when the hug is over. It gives them more comfort and stability in their lives and although he saw this as minimal, he understood its significance.

“I’ll help.”

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As they walked to June’s room, they caught Y/N walking back from the twins’ room. “Hey baby, twins are done for. I’ll be in the room. “ She pecks Harry quick on the lips and turns to June to wrap her in a hug. “Love you cutie,” she winks at June as she goes to her room.

“Love you momma” June smiles, happy that she has a supportive family like this one.

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Harry smiles, his arm going back to June’s shoulders, giving it a squeeze.

Once they get to her room, both take a seat on June’s bed. Her back is on the headboard while Harry sits at the edge facing her, cross-legged. Every once in a while June would request to speak to Harry, Y/N, or both of her parents on the issues bothering her. Harry and Y/N were proud of having a daughter that felt comfortable enough to communicate with her parents, and they always were looking for new ways to enrich themselves with the issues kids have a different ages.

“Speak to me June, what’s on your mind lady?” Harry starts, initiating the push. He can tell that she’s struggling to bring her thoughts to words.

“Did you....well. How did you ... realize you didn’t like ... uhm, just girls?” She hesitantly asked, too flustered to look at her father on such a strange topic.

Oh, it’s happening, Harry thought. “Well, I was pretty young, I guess around your age, and I realized that I just wasn’t fully straight. It developed from there I guess, I talked to a few friends about it, spoke to your grandma, and eventually met a boy I really liked. It was really scary, I’m not going to lie, figuring out my feelings at that point. After that, it wasn’t a big deal and everyone in the family understood. I just knew something like gender wasn’t a big deal to me, and if I liked someone I liked them. But it’s different for everyone. Your mom can tell you how she found out she’s bi.”

June was soaking in the information her father gave her. She knew both of her parents weren’t straight, but hearing how they found it out was something entirely different. It wasn’t that she was foreign to the concept, but in personal terms, it was utterly confusing.

She finally looked to her father, giving him a small smile at the personal information he shared. They were a very open family, but something about this felt even more personal. “But, did you ever think you were faking it?”

“Not really, but you already know how pretentious your father is,” he chuckled, lighting the mood. “Your mother, as she’ll tell you, had a completely different experience. Said she struggled for years thinking she was either faking it or actually completely gay! She once told me that she just couldn’t disclose it with anyone, and that led her to a lot of contemplation. But if you’re feeling this way too, I need you to know your mother and I are here to support you in any way we can.”

“Dad,” June scrunched her eyes looking down at her crossed legs. “I think I might like girls. Or at least, I think. After Sage told me she’d ditched me I just realized I don’t like her just as a friend.”

At this moment, tears began to form in her eyes from all the confusion. Instantly Harry brought her into aa encompassing bear hug, keeping her safe in his chest. It hurt him to see her going through this dilemma, the inter-workings of adolescents were never fun.

“It’s just,” June suddenly choked on a sob, grasping her dad’s hoodie. Harry began to rub her back for support. “I like her I think. Like really like her dad. I don’t want her to date a boy, I want to date her. But she won’t like me and...I don’t know! Why did this have to happen to me!” She continued, clearly soaking his hoodie.

“Oh baby, please don’t ever think this is a bad thing. Sexuality is a spectrum, many of our friends are somewhere on it, and you already know Elizabeth and Mary are married. This is a beautiful thing to discover baby. But yes, I won’t lie to you, it’s going to be hard. There may be times you like someone who doesn’t like girls but bug, that’s simply life.”

“What if I am dad. I don’t know if I like boys at all.”

“Then you are. As simple as that. You can label how you feel or not, it’s all about what feels most comfortable to you. As you know, your mother and I will be here to support you in any way we can. If you like girls, so be it, you’re still our daughter and you know that. If you like boys, which I mean yuck,” he imitated a gagging noise, rising a laugh out of June “then okay. Both or everyone? It’s all okay bub. I do want you to think about it, It might take some time to accept it but we’re accepting you any way you are. You’re so beautiful and strong, and your sexuality doesn’t diminish that in any way.” He made sure to hug her tightly as he said this, expressing his full support.

“Dad, thank you.” June exhaled, releasing herself to wipe her tears.

“Of course, June. I’m so happy you were able to tell me this, I know it must’ve been hard.”

After a deep breath, June looked calmer after her small crisis. “I knew you guys would be okay with anything but it’s just, much harder than I expected to really like your friend who doesn’t like you.”

“It’s hard, so so hard. Ask your mum, seriously I swear she told me she also liked one of her friends at your age. Universal gay experience perhaps?” Harry pondered.

June gave a small laugh to that. “Yeah, I’ll ask. I don’t want her to think I left her out of this, it’s just that I’ve heard about your sexuality in the media more.”

“Pesky things, but I understand. It was so hard for your mom in comparison to me. Do you want me to let her know first, is it okay that I let her know you might be questioning?” He gave her daughter a sincere inquisitive look, valuing consent over everything.

“Yeah, of course. Probably talk to her tomorrow after we drop the twins off. I really appreciate it, dad.”

“No problem bug. Let’s get you tucked away.”

__________ part 2

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