#though its nice because the names are similar and like they are “Whole” in a sense but idk

[neon-catarina]

couldn't a reason Mind and Heart hate each other be because of whole's love interest (sung in Haiku and Hidden In The Sand), like how Whole really liked them, but he thought that they would never love him, so basically his Heart wanted to ask them out and pursue a relationship, but his Mind refused thinking they would never love him. And its mostly because of that Whole split into three in the first place, so they both blame each other for it, and that's why they hate each other?

[signedkoko]

Could I pls get hcs about Vox having a fem! s/o who's close friends with Alastor's GN! s/o?? Like what's Vox's take on this friendship?? Because I feel like this is an interesting cocept lmao. Ty!! <3

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which your close friend is dating the enemy of Vox; Alastor

Vox was the looming eyes behind every device in all of hell, so much so that his reach was beyond just pride- psychologically and informationally, at least

He knew everyone's secrets, whereabouts, relationships

Or so he thought

Because it was more than surprising when one late afternoon at dinner, your name was called by a face he vaguely recalled, another sinner who snuck to your table to greet you in a warm embrace

Oh yes, he certainly would remember someone so close to his mortal enemy

" Darling, have I ever introduced you to my lovely best friend? I'm so sorry I never called! It's been so busy since I found this one over here...! "

You pointed to Vox, giggling, though the tv was far from amused at the situation unfolding across the table from him

" Have I introduced you to my new boyfriend? He's super classy! "

As your friend spoke, a looming shadow closed in and wrapped its arm around your friends waist, another hand just inches from landing on your shoulder

That same hand was smacked away with a sudden screech of the heavy table moving and several glasses rattling

The whole restaurant had gone silent as Vox stood over you, claws digging into Alastors wrist and holding it high above your head

" My oh my! Was offering a kind embrace to my beloved's closest friend too much for you? "

Alastors voice was one you, yourself, recognized

Ah.

So you and your friend had a similar taste for media based overlords

nice

Vox was ticked off more than Alastor seemed to be, so you carefully pushed him away from the deer-like demon and made distance so Vox wasn't so worried about you being near him

" Let's talk later! Maybe we can set something up- just us two! "

Your friend called over their shoulder as they dragged Alastor back to their corner of the restaurant

Vox is just bewildered that of all people in hell, with SO many options, of course your closest friend had to be dating that asshole

" No double dates "

" I figured "

Author's Note - Teehee hi voxxxx its me koko your favourite writerrr 🖤Thank you so much for requesting!! I was a bit unsure of your request based off wording so I hope I caught it right!

[caeunot]

hii first of all i love your writing and im so glad i came across your fics 🖤 i was wondering if you could maybe write a johnnie x fem reader, enemies to lovers fic? or something along the lines of johnnie and fem reader always bullying each other a bit only to realise they've been crushing on each other the whole time?

johnnie guilbert x reader

enemies to lovers 18+

➷ you hated his guts, everything about him irritated you and made your skin crawl. you are friends with jake and you absolutely love him to bits so you spending time with him normally equals to you having to be around johnnie. these feelings aren't without reason though, your not the type of girl to hate on others very easily.

it happened a few years back, when your own youtube career recently jumpstarted and you started spending time with other similar youtubers near you. this is how you originally met johnnie, even before jake. you were first invited to a party hosted by some popular la youtuber at the time and you obviously took the invite since you knew this would not only help you make more friends in the industry but to also promote yourself!

you were greeting everyone and taking many pictures as the night went on, fully using this opportunity to the best of your ability. as it hit 12 you decided to look around and scope out the last person you want to introduce yourself to before you head home. you saw a short-ish guy with deep red emo hair swooped to the side with harsh makeup around his eyes and you were immediately intriged. you preferred a more grunge look yourself so seeing someone with such familiar fashion made you feel at ease.

"hey im y/n!" you say, introducing yourself. "do I know you?" he says coldly as he turns to see who was speaking to him. "no but everyone will soon the way my channel is going" you say with some sass so you can counter his rudeness. "you have way too much confidence" he says with a smirk. "so I've been told".

"what's your name?" you ask, "my names johnnie, johnnie guilbert". "well nice to meet you johnnie" you say with a smile. "what do you do for a living? if I can ask", " I make youtube videos and I also make some music on the side!" he says. you two talk for a little longer before you check the time seeing its quite past what you had planned. "hey it was great meeting you! I don't want to stay too long so I think I should get going!"

as you say goodbye and walk away you feel him grab you by your wrist, you turn around. "wait don't go yet, your the most interesting person I've spoken to today and I don't want to go home just yet" you bite your lip, "fine, how about I just walk you to your car then". he rolls his eyes, "is that all? anyways I don't even have a car, I came with uber"

"wait why did you take an uber?", you say confused, "do I really have to say". "yes", " okay, I can't drive.. happy?" you scrunch up your face, you don't feel comfortable letting him go home with an uber this time of night. "I don't mind giving you a lift! then you can talk to me during the ride all you want"

you walked him to your car and he got in on the passenger seat, let me just say that convincing him to let you take him home was harder than you imagined, but you could see in his face he appreciated it.

"why are you doing this again?" he asks as you start driving. "because I'm a nice person and I don't trust ubers". he nods, "I like your piercings" he says, observing your face in the dim lighting. "thanks!" you say as you stick out your tongue, showing your snake eyes. "oh shit I've never seen that in person before, it looks great". you blush slightly, "it was pretty painful and it's hard to upkeep but I don't regret it at all".

he brushes his hands through his hair, probably anxious from the small talk. "this might sound weird but, do you have a girlfriend" you ask. "I don't, why?", "it's because I figured that if u did she would be the one driving u home from a party, so I was just curious". "haven't had one in years", he says leaning back. "really? your really hot so I'd imagine girls would be all over you".

he laughs, "maybe in the past but not anymore, my sense of fashion and my lack of confidence kinda makes getting a girlfriend hard" he says, opening up to you effortlessly. "I think emo guys are hot" you turn and look at him.

"what are you implying?" he says, giving a lewd grin. "that if I had the choice to either have sex with you or not have sex with you that I would". you notice him squirm slightly in his seat. "if you mean that, pull over" he says

you do as he says and you climb into the back seat. you crawl into his lap and find yourself grabbing and pulling on anything you can find as you feel his tounge slip deep into your mouth, tasting the alcohol he had ingested that night. you wish you could recall the rest but you were much drunker than you thought you were and ended up slightly blacking out.

the moral of the story is that you gave him your number, and he never came back after that. not a call, not even a single text. you never ever hooked up with guys, this was your first time. and you hate how knowing a guy for just one hour could make you feel such strong feelings towards him, for johnnies case those feelings were a mix of lust and disgust.

back to current times, you ended up meeting jake a year later and that's when you saw johnnie again for the first time since that night. but instead of apologizing or at least being honest he instead found himself ignoring you. this frustrated you the most, you despise a man who cannot own up to his actions, let alone not even acknowledging them. every time you found yourself around him you felt your blood boil and you just wanted to give him a peice of your mind, but you can't.

you can't since it's been 5 months since and neither of you have said anything at all, 5 months of pure pretend. jake noticed your dislike towards his roommate but he didn't want to get involved in any issues that didn't require him, which you appreciated greatly.

after a lot of convincing, jake did eventually get the both of you to film a video together with him. it was one of those food rating videos and the goal was to order one type of food for everyone, jake said that I will do the drinks, johnnie the main and jake the desert. you were dreading this.

and you have been dreading this day for the past month since jake started bringing it up. you couldn't even handle being in the same room as him for a few minutes let alone a whole video.

"let's plan what we will order now so that we don't have to think to hard tomorrow!' jake says as you sat down on the couch next to him and opposite from johnnie. "I already know what I'm making you guys eat", "let it be actual food and not just chicken nuggets please" jake says jokingly. "knowing johnnie he will probably poison mine" you say with a scoff. a few minutes later jake started getting a call from someone and had to leave, aka leaving you alone with johnnie.

"why would you say that?" johnnie said to you the moment jake left the room. "say what?", "say that I'd poison your food, it's rude". you laugh from the pure nerve this guy has. "don't fuck with me, don't act like your the victim here". "says the one starting unnecessary shit". " I'm not starting anything, you started and I'm just continuing". the tension in the room was cut as jake walks back in, "sorry guys that was my studio, anyways where were we!" he looks between the two of you and johnnie gets up and leaves, saying he's not feeling well.

that evening you sat down in the passengers seat of jakes car, you breathe in and out meditatively to calm your nerves. "okay everything is orderd we just gotta wait for the food!" jake says climbing into his seat of the car and started prepping for the recording. you fiddle with your rings and move around your hair for a solid 12 minutes before johnnie got in the car with the food in hand.

the video started off fine, you didn't laugh at his jokes and he didn't laugh at yours. you two didn't even make eye contact, that was untill it was jakes turn. "okay guys for johnnie I got him a really massive chocolate chip cookie because hes a basic bitch and I got y/n a gummy lunchable because she's never had one" you laugh since the idea for having gummy pizza seems so obscure. "jake that's so wrong you know I love lunchables". jake turns to you as if implying you should give him a piece.

"I rather not" you say softly, but not soft enough to where johnnie couldn't hear you, "it's literally just a lunchable what's your problem". " I never said I had a problem, it's not my fault you don't have manners and can't ask for something yourself". "I literally just said that I love lunchables, stop starting shit were recording".

jake turns around to face the both of you, "what the fuck guys, what's your problem", you look at johnnie, "ask him". " you guys are acting like fucking toddlers either tell me what happened or just sort your issues alone, like now" he says as he gets out of his car, "there's no point in keeping on filming so let's just go inside okay".

you go inside and sit down and you feel as if your in the third grade getting detention from your angry teacher Mr Webber. "so.. what happend, you two have been like this since the moment you met and I don't understand, y/n, johnnie,I love you both so much but I can't handle this bad energy", you stay quiet and so does johnnie. "okay if you guys are going to be like that I'm going to my room, just please sort something out because I promised our fans we were doing a collab". he says walking off into his room.

you bite the inside of your mouth and look around, not able to handle the awkward silence. "johnnie I just have to ask you one question, why?" he makes an upset face, "what do you mean 'why'", " you know what I mean" you say in almost a defeated tone. you stand up and walk towards where he is sitting, "I mean why didn't you text me back, why did you ghost me" he looks away. "don't be a coward please, im tired of our crap". upon hearing this he stands up.

"fine okay, I'm a fucking coward. I was too scared to message you back because I was drunk and you were drunk and I knew for a fact that nothing would happen between us because I mean look at you, your gorgeous and I know if we somehow started something in the future I would feel so guilty that we hooked up the night we met, I've only ever had sex with two people y/n!! that's you and my ex and I feel guilty for it every day because sleeping with random people is not me!!"

your feel as if your in shock, almost frozen in place. you brush your hand through your hair about to say something but nothing comes out. "I never met to hurt you at all I just, I'm stupid I'm fucking st-" you cut him off by putting your lips on his, he doesn't push you away and instead takes his arms and grabs onto you tight while pushing you against the nearest wall. "I sware I'm not usually like this" he says, breaking the kiss,"you just.. do something to me"

'fuck' you mutter as you grab onto his hair as the kiss becomes more and more passionate. he takes his hands off the wall and starts to remove your baby tee, exposing your lacy black bra. as he did this you hear something behind you and look to see jake, his mouth dropped right to the floor. johnnie immediately stood in front of you to cover your exposed skin and when he heard jake walk away he helped you put your shirt back on. "I'm so sorry" he says with the most guilty look on his face.

"shh don't be it's okay!" you say holding his face and giving him a soft kiss, "I definitely overreacted to everything because of how much I liked you, it hurt me so much that someone I felt so strongly about could shove me aside like you did". " I haven't gone a day without regretting what I did" he says. you felt so relieved that this issue between you two was finally sorted out.

"what now?" you ask, indentifying the elephant in the room. "its my turn to say sorry I shouldnt have kissed you like that it was impulsive and careless of me".

"y/n". " yes?", you ask completely confused. "I've never met someone I've wanted more then you in this moment, I want you and all of you" he says walking towards you and holding your waist, "let's not torture each other as we have, please" you smile "I'm all yours".

❣

[hollowtones]

first yiik impressions?

Hi. Thanks for your message. I've been thinking about this for days. I wrote paragraphs. Here you go!

Everyone talks up how the game is bad, but I've never looked into it much myself, so I went in with an expectation along the lines of "people whose opinions I often agree with think it was an awful mess, I'll likely think something similar". Expectations were low. Even then I wasn't really ready.

"YIIK" is a game of tedium. I don't think it's a game about tedium, that's something different (though it could be, if it was a different video game altogether; "what if the world was made of pudding" etc). To some degree I think the tedium is by design but I'm not really sure what it's in service of.

I don't think tedium in a video game is a bad thing. "Morrowind" and "Breath of the Wild" are two video games I like very much, and some of my favourite memories of those games are of slowly wandering through empty expanses, or having to suddenly deal with equipment degrading or supplies dwindling because I forgot to prepare. Moments like that feel thoughtful! They're interesting moments of reprieve or of tension that feel thoughtfully and intentionally designed! "YIIK" feels like trudging through chest-deep molasses so it can shout "hey did you know you're stuck in my molasses right now? that's weird, why are you stuck in my molasses right now? did you notice?" directly into your ear.

You'll notice this is a pattern.

Combat is turn-based and involves completing little minigames, timing button prompts or hitting targets or some such. It's a cute idea that wears out its welcome when you start realizing how long every single one takes to resolve, especially when you have multiple party members, and sometimes multiple enemies (I'm told this part specifically gets more egregious as the game goes on). I don't think it's awful or unsalvageable but I'm not super into it as of the point we're at.

This is a pattern.

Leveling up is a manual process that you have to unlock, and it involves going to a save point (any save point? we didn't check), to enter the Mind Dungeon, to enter the actual Mind Dungeon, to walk down a set of stairs and enter individual doors one-by-one, so that you can choose how you want to allocate stat increases, so that you can walk down a different set of stairs to commit your choices and spend your banked experience to level up. I think "you can only power up at specific points / times / locations" and the granularity of stat growth are interesting ideas, and the environment they made for it are a charming idea, and I don't think it needed to be a "Hotel Mario" level that you had to slowly walk through. It could have been a menu. They could have used the resources for a nice background or backdrop for a menu that accomplishes the same thing.

This is a pattern.

I haven't really mentioned anything about the story or writing yet. The protagonist's name is Alex and he's a very self-important nerdy misanthropic dickhead white man (a very specific kind of guy that I've definitely met at least once or twice) who is obsessed with a paranormal message board populated by people like him and desperate to find out more about the disappearance of a woman he witnessed. (The woman & her disappearance are based on the real life death of Elisa Lam & aren't handled with a whole lot of tact, IMO, but other people have put this into better words than I can right now. It sucks. It keeps coming up and it makes me bristle every time.) Alex is a bad person. I know he is. You know he is. The game knows he is. I've seen some reviews say a negative point of the game is "the main characters aren't likeable", which I don't really get, because that's the point of the characters, as far as I can tell. The issue, then, is how much time the game takes to exposit at you how bad the characters are. It's exhausting. Every time Alex has a monologue, it feels like it sums up to 10 minutes of "I am a bad person. I am a bad person. Alex is a bad person. This character is a bad person. Do you get it? He's a bad person. Alex is a bad person. Do you understand yet, player? Alex is a bad person. You should know that he's a bad person. Do you get it?"

This is a pattern.

(I don't know how interested I am in bringing up the game's lead writer right now, if at all, but there's a well-known anecdote where he talks about wanting to write a story about a bad person who is forced to grapple with himself and do better, and how the reason why his game wasn't well-received was because people who play video games didn't get it & weren't ready for a story like that. I dunno. I can understand being upset about negative reception to something you poured time and sweat into, and saying something hasty because of it. "Final Fantasy 4" is a beloved RPG classic, though, and "Disco Elysium" came out the same year to overwhelming praise. I haven't played either of these yet, though, so I'll admit maybe I'm off the mark here.)

The characters we've met so far (i.e. the ones that aren't unnamed NPCs) are… well. There's a smarmy younger kid who idolizes(?) Alex & also made the aforementioned paranormal website. So far it seems like he mostly exists to go "hey fuck you Alex, you dickhead" and immediately say something even more insensitive. There's the insensitive based-on-a-real=ass-dead-woman elevator woman, who immediately disappeared from the narrative while still being an essential part of the narrative. There was a dead(?) robot in a bedroom, who had a choir of ominous hooded people monologue about how weird and sad and strange and uncanny the scene is. What the!? There's a woman who works at the arcade and has Powers. Her design's cute. (I feel like, generally, the game's visuals are Fine. The audio, too. That all ranges from Just Fine to Surprisingly Neat. I don't really have much issue with those aspects of the game, but I don't have much to say about them either.) Alex and Kid Whose Name I Didn't Care To Remember are constantly very uncomfortable to her, because she's a woman and because she isn't white, in the 15 or so minutes we've seen her on-screen, and she gets to tell them off, but then immediately kind of goes "well whatever I can smile and put up with this and hang out with you". It feels misogynistic. I know to some degree Alex is misogynistic on purpose, because the game is bludgeoning your skull in and yelling "ALEX IS SHITTY TO WOMEN! AND PEOPLE OF COLOUR! DO YOU GET IT? HE'S SELF ABSORBED IN A SHITTY WAY! DO YOU GET IT, PLAYER? YOU UNDERSTAND THAT ALEX SUCKS ASS YET? MAYBE 10 MORE MINUTES OF THIS WILL MAKE IT CLICK?" But for a woman of colour (the only one we've seen so far who isn't Probably Just Dead) to finally tell him off for being a shithead, only to turn around and go "well it's ok, you're cool now, let's hang out now because it's narratively convenient and you're the protagonist" is pretty damn egregious!

This is a pattern.

Writing in general feels stilted and long-winded. Most of the main characters feel like they don't talk like people do. Alex gets to feel like a person but that's mostly because he gets to talk to himself so damn much. Most of his monologues feel like overly flowery prose, like someone padded it out with identical adjectives to meet a school essay word count. There's an interesting idea or premise or setpiece every now and then. There's a spark. A glint of something compelling. Every single time this has happened so far I find it immediately snuffed out by an over-blown "oh my god!!!!!!! how weird!!!!!!', or a very long plot dump, or a Joss Whedon-ass quip. There can be no small moment of joy. No story element or visual element can stand on its own legs. There can be no room for ideas to breathe. No space for the player to wonder, to dream, to play in the space. The narrative is compelled to suffocate iself on itself, to take up all space, to swallow itself whole in its making. One very minor (so far?) side character has some interesting dialogue in this one dream world, and I think "oh that's neat", and then I learn they're lines taken wholesale from a book (and I think that's fine, reference is fine, but I have a bit of a chuckle over the fact that this character is the reason why the game has a giant REFERENCES option in the main menu). The literal first minute of the game is a bird telling you "oh my god, the title of this game, right? why'd they spell it like that? so fucking dumb, am I right!" It feels insecure. It reads like the writing has no confidence in itself. It has to make a comment about how silly and video-gamey it is, roll its eyes at itself, mock itself for the thing it's doing while continuing to do it without addressing it or discussing it or doing anything with it.

This is a pattern.

There's a specific part of "YIIK", at this early point in the game (we're only around the start[?] of chapter 2), that feels emblematic of the thing as a whole up to this point. Alex is getting phone calls from a stranger. They're confusing and weird and sound a little like something you might hear in a dream. They make references to some shared past, some childhood, some understanding of Alex, or maybe of you, the player. They've come up a few times. Every single time, I'm left thinking about what it could mean, how it fits in with everything we've seen so far & what the game seems to be talking about, with regards to connecting to other people and to yourself. It's a neat little thing. It's a neat idea. I'm charmed by it. As much as my thoughts on this game are largely negative, I still try to look at it fairly, to understand it, to talk about it, to let myself be surprised by it. As soon as I find myself thinking about this, my thoughts are immediately drowned out by Alex telling me how weird the phone call is, how random and uncanny and dumb this is, and how he's rolling his proverbial eyes about it, in spite of all the other paranormal happenings around him, for another period of Just Too Long. And I am sapped of all strength and I crumble to dust.

I'm genuinely transfixed. I'm transfixed! Maybe the fact that I wrote Paragraphs about the 4-or-5 hours I've seen of the game can tell you as much, even if you skip everything I wrote in them.

I can't wait to see more.

This, too, is a pattern.

[yourbpdgf]

obsession ?

warnings: obsessive!suna x obsessive!reader, stalking, yandere behaviors, weed, alcohol, fire play?, knife play, making out, choking, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating, dick sucking, public sex?, rough sex, pet names: little one, bunny, bun, pretty,, etc .

you and suna were at your spot, the rooftop of an abandoned building beautifully overlooking all of hyogo prefecture. you were sat in his lap, sharing a blunt, enjoying eachothers presence.

suna, rin to you, has been your boyfriend for about a month and half now and youre obsessed.

you love everything about him from his dark brown hair, his mesmerizing eyes, his physical appearance to his sarcastic personality.

but in addition to your love for him you also know everything about him. full name, home address, social security number, mother and fathers name, to his favorite song, color, number, and everything else.

you memorized his whole schedule and adjusted your routes to class to make sure youd pass his locker everytime.

you have his instagram password. you go through his following daily, his likes, his archive, everything.

if its about suna rintaro you need to know.

you stalked him a little too, just to gain more insight into his home life, you reasoned.

you saw all the nasty things hes done behind locked doors. you saw how he masturbates to your instagram highlights. you even heard how he moans your name as he cums all over the screen of his phone.

youd be lying if you said you never done the same thing.

you fantasized about the things you want him to do to you too, more than any regular human should.

your late nights are spent with a dildo, the most similar looking dildo to sunas you could find, strapped to a fuck machine fucking into you at max speed. clamps vibrating on both of your nipples and your shaky hands holding a hitachi wand to your clit. you cum every 2 minutes and when you do you scream and moan for your rin rin.

but little do you know suna is just like you but worse.

he does all you do but even more constantly.

in addition to that, anybody who dares flirt with you is either jumped, publicly humiliated or exposed, sometimes all three. nobody will never know it was him though.

hes protective. nobody is allowed to come within a 2 foot radius of you when hes around. oh and you need to hold his hand at all times, too. a little one like you gets lost easily.

and most nights hes at your window, watching you moan for him, like his good little slut.

despite all of this, you two have yet to be intimate, and sunas trying to change that today.

now back to the present...

suna passes you the blunt with a heavy sigh. he speaks, breaking the peaceful silence you both built, but not before he takes a nice swig of the tequila you brought for the two of you, "let me try something."

"go ahead." you reply. you trust suna and youre not one to ask too many questions anyway.

suna loves that about you, he already doesnt like talking so it saves him words. though even if you did ask, he wouldnt mind explaining just for you.

once you pass the blunt back suna takes a drag, cups your face and pulls it to his. you get the idea at this point. you peck his lips before opening your mouth so he can transfer his smoke to you.

suna smiles and you do too, "such a smart bunny, catching on so quick. maybe you deserve a lil reward."

he puts the blunt out on your zip up, and ashes spill onto your neck. they burn on your skin and instead of pain you feel pleasure. the burn is good. suna throws the extinguished blunt to the side.

youre a little too high to realize him snaking his hands up your skirt, into your panties until he slowly starts to rub your clit. you cant protest though, not that you wanted to, because sunas lips are on yours.

youre still kissing when his hand moves to your throat and gives it a squeeze. before you can do anything about it your mouth opens, tongue lolling out. suna takes advantage and begins to suck on your tongue.

you stay like that for a moment before suna moves down to your neck leaving purple bruises as he travelled to your collarbone. he comes up to speak,

"good little bun. be good for me and thisll be good for both of us, kay?"

"mkay, rin rin."

he unzips your zip up, not knowing you had no bra or shirt on under. when he realizes he kisses your lips once more before sucking and swirling his tongue against the harden buds on your chest.

his fingers stop their circles on your clit, eliciting a high pitched whine from you, and slip into your pussy. two fingers, after a few pumps, turn into three.

until suna suddenly stops. you whine and complain as suna lifts you up and lays you down on the roof, positioning himself between your thighs.

"please rin rin, pleasee!"

"patience, little one. youre gonna like this."

he reaches into his pocket and grabs a pocket knife, tracing it along your thighs, cool metal making you moan. the sensation to die for. suna then slips it under the waistband of your panties and cuts them off. the knife goes back into his pocket and his face goes into your pussy.

he slurps, spits, swallows and suckles as you squirm and sob. he enjoys every noise you make and every twitch your body convulses. it doesnt last long though because as soon as he plunges his fingers back into you you squirt all over his fingers and face.

he gives you a second before he sits you up. he takes your hands and guides them to take his sweats and boxers down. your hands, with sunas guidance, pull them just under his balls, exposing his 8 inch cock to you, fully hard.

"open." suna commands,, and you do.

he puts his tip to your lips and automatically you suck. you swirl your tongue and give kitten licks to his tip, making sure to give it ample attention before moving to his shaft.

when you do finally move down to his length, you suck along the sides before placing half his length down your throat, going up and down. your head moves in a wave motion, eventually you take his whole cock inside the wet cavern that is your mouth.

"mhmm.. just like that, pretty. youre so good at this. youre such a perfect little thing just for me."

sunas head is thrown back, his hands the only things keeping him up. you really start to hear him moan as you hollow your cheeks, swirl your tongue, bob your head, and play with his balls all at the same time.

"...mine, mine, mine. nobody else can have you."

low grunts, soft moans and sighs that can only be described as pretty all come from sunas mouth. you giggle at his cuteness, the vibrations from your action immediately go to his dick and push him over the edge.

sunas big, veiny hands grab the back of your head and push you down his dick, forcing you to let his cum leak down your throat until he lets go. you swallow.

rintaro takes his squirt covered shirt off before laying you back down on your back. quickly, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. with each thrust he goes deeper, deeper and deeper.

rin grabs your ankles, holding them over your head, he has you in a mating press. he angles himself to hit that one spongey spot you love. how does he know where it is? all the times he watched you try ever so hard to hit it with your little dildo. maybe he should make this known to you...

"im way better than that little fuck machine, arent i, little one?"

"huuhh..? how do yo- fuckk! know about that?"

"answer me, bunny."

"yes! way way better! way better than any of my toys! please go deeper, rin harder!!"

rintaro slams into you over and over until youre both ready to cum. and when you do you do it together.

you both lay there for a while, eventually you put your clothes back on. you both drink for a little longer until suna walks you home and spends the night at your house <3.

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im back... maybe. i feel like everytime im here i write a fic to self project then leave. wtv 🤷‍♀️. btw this rushed so dnt come for me.

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everything ???

[zikkytheblicky]

hii! how are u?? Hope I'm not bothering<3

could u do (separate) headcanons with Alastor and Vox x a chubby Male Reader who is kinda insecure and very sweet and kind?

if u only do for one character for request, i prefer alastor

have a Nice day/night!

HIII IM GOOD YOURE NOT BOTHERING ME LMAO I JS SAW THIS 💓!!

(A LITTLE WARNING I DIDNT HAVE ANY TIME TO DO VOX N DIDNT WANT THIS TO COME OUT TOO LATE/DIDNT RLLY HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR HIM SO IM SO SO SORRY 😭!! )

anyway this idea is so AGGGGH its so adorable ☹️☹️☹️ also some characters might be a little ooc ! im not too sure that’s kinda ur pov!! :3

SORRY FOR THE bit of lore i js inserted for the angst

c/w:

you and charlie have a little brother older sister relationship. very loving <3.

for the french/creole i used google translate so im sorry if its wrong :(

ALSO YES ALASTOR IS HALF HATIAN LETS GOOO 🙏🏾 CARIBBEAN HUSBAND 🙏🏾🙏🏾

everything about the little niffty part i had to google cuz i genuinely thought niffty was 5..

husk is so black coded idc idc idc

sir pentious holds such a special place in my heart i love him. ☹️☹️💓

alastor’s is kinda crack like until you get to the NSFW and the angst part!!

mentions of cannibalism.

ALASTOR

MEETING A GENTLEMAN.

the first time alastor met you was the day after the meeting with the overlords. charlie mentioned you were one of her best friends and somethings about you and how you and her clicked like two puzzle pieces because of your similar personalities.

alastor, like the gentlemen he was, introduced himself first, complimenting your looks and calling you sweet names off the bat..

you obviously caught his interest. may it be because of your calm aura, your gentle eyes, or the sweet tone of your voice… or maybe the plushness of your body?

as the sinners finished trampling you with questions and introductions, alastor spawned right in front of you- you didn’t know he was watching or even there for that matter. “hello there my dear! it seems charlie has friends besides her girlfriend after all!-“ “hey!” you heard charlie interrupt, a pout on her lips. their antics caused you to giggle into your palm which immediately caught alastor’s and the rest of the sinners’ attentions. “you are quite the adorable thing aren’t you?” alastor whispered, his tone holding what seemed to be a seductive tone behind the static that filled the room. “huh ?!” you asked as your face became flustered, refraining the urge to hide your face into your palms and slowly sink into the floor of the hotel. alastor just smirked, standing up to his full height (wait.. he was leaning down this whole time? what the fuck is it with overlords and there overbearing heights ! you thought bitterly, craning your neck to look up at the (sadly) much taller demon.) later on when everyone went to there respectable bedrooms you went down stairs for a nice, tall glass of water. unknowing of the pairs of red eyes that stared hungrily at your abdomen.

that day you went into your specially made bedroom with a teeth mark on your tummy.

after a few months he got to know you better.. and better.. and ended up dating you. which wasn’t a shocker to charlie since she’s noticed the overbearing and possessive stares alastor has sent you and the bashful glances and flustered faces sent alastor’s way.

but the others..

“toots theres no way you’re dating that jackass.. though he’s good lookin’ though.. got taste.” angel dust had said with a disgusted yet amused look on his face, faking a gag as he stared at the claws massaging your scalp and the toothy grin on alastor’s face. “tsk. gays.” was all angel said before turning away from you both and going back to bothering husk.

“i know already. you guys don’t think i haven’t noticed the bite marks on m/n/n (male names’ nickname) thighs and stomach ?” husk had huffed out, rolling his eyes at the look that was sent his way from charlie and forcing himself not to laugh at the way blush that was already on your face sprouted from your face to your neck. “i had to keep it a buck. sorry.” (husk was definitely not sorry he likes seeing you flustered it’s funny to him.)

“oh! sssso i guess the eggssss were right!” sir pentious slurred out, a grin in his face. “you too make such an interesting couple! one a nice, kind and sweet sinner and the other a… a..” sir pentious stuttered as static started to fill his ears. “a..a very well put together gentlemen overlord!” sir pentious rushed out before going back upstairs to his pet eggs.

“wait men can impregnate other men ?��� niffty had asked curiously. all you did was sigh, clasping your hands together as you shook your head while alastor let out a staticky cackle, clutching his chest as he leaned over in laughter. “thats- thats not what we said niffty .” you murmured, rubbing your temple gentle before playfully hitting alastor. “it’s not funny she’s like 5.. or something!” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. “she-“ alastor coughed- “she was in her 20s when she died, mon amour (my love). and that was in the 1950s.” alastor corrected you gently with a toothy grin and a pat to your head. “oh..” you mumbled leaning into the touch with a pleased sigh. “gay people!” niffty blurted out, raising a rainbow flag she clearly stole from charlie in the air in front of you both. “oh my god. so out of pocket.” you gasped out, a slight giggle coming out while alastor cackled even harder than before

ALASTOR ver 2

(IN)SECURITY.

when alastor found out about your insecurity he was very confused. very. who cares about how you look? you’re so beautiful to him and that’s all that mattered. who cared if someone wouldn’t date you because of your weight? most people like that are still lonely masturbating themselves on valentines day while listening to those break up songs.

though that’s what he wanted to say, he was actually very gentle with you and was so sweet and practically worshiping your body when he found out (not like he didn’t worship your body on the daily.) though he was a little silly.

“what’s all this nonsense you’re saying, Mon pécheur ? (my sinner)” alastor cooed with a frown, pulling you into his lap and gently squeezing your stomach. “you see this? this is what keeps me sane.” “and these?” alaator grabs your thighs pressing small kisses to them. “these keep me from killing everyone in hell.” alastor mumbled into your thighs, resting his head on them as you combed through his hair. sitting in comfortable silence despite the happy tears that flowed down your chubby cheeks beautifully.

the time you fat shamed yourself in front of charlie and he got so mad at you. (he comforted you by being scary as fuck and then complimenting snd practically worshipping your body.)

“‘m so.. fat i need to start starving myself again.” you murmured quietly. so quietly. so quietly the sinners you say near didn’t hear you. but who did? charlie. she was standing across the room talking to vaggie and she STILL heard you. the only reason alastor didn’t hear you along with charlie was because he was out taking “care” of the eggs (you made sure he listened to vaggie by threatening to revoke his permission to bite your thighs and stomach.) charlie turned your direction and furrowed her eyebrows. “hold on, vaggie. i’ll be right back..” charlie mumbled as she strutted her way towards you where you, angel, husk, and sir pentious were in a group chatting.. well except you. you only sat with them because you were lonely and didn’t want to disturb charlie and vaggie- that’d be rude. charlie pulled you away with her to the second floor of the hotel in a dark corner. “m/n/n..” charlie started, a knowing frown and glance in her eyes. no. not this again. “charlie- charlie please..“ “listen, m/n/n. i don’t wanna have to tell him but i kinda have to. alastor will never trust me again if i dont tell him this… but seriously, amour (platonically.) going back to starving yourself? you remember what happened last time?” charlie whispered, cupping your cheeks with her soft palms. “‘m sorry.” you mumbled into her palm. “it’s ok. now are you ready for me to tell al?” charlie asked as she slowly took out a bracelet that had “INCASE OF EMERGENCY” written on it. “yes..” you mumbled, slowly moving towards al’s room as you got ready for a feral alastor to appear. “now.” charlie clicked the button on the bracelet, flashing a smile at m/n before disappearing back downstairs on the main floor. almost immediately alastor appeared behind you, grabbing you by your waist rather roughly and taking you inside of his room. “al, please i didn’t-“ “silans (hatian creole; silence).” was what you could make out- he was glitching slightly and his voice was very staticky. and also- oh god he’s speaking creole. he usually only spoke creole when he was pissed or was cursing someone out. you felt a shiver down your spine as alastor’s shadow locked the door- hell even it looked mad. and it’s a shadow for hell’s sake. “Wi mesye (yes sir)” you mumbled back in his native language, pulling your legs closer to your chest and resting your head against your thighs, sniffling slightly. you felt like such a disappointment (your nails digged into your thighs), why couldn’t you just listen for once? so useless. useless, useless, useless.“are you crying, love? what are you thinking?” alastor pulled you hands away from your thighs, watching the skin heal in a split second. “‘m such a disappointment. why can’t i just listen to you and charlie? im so fat too- why can’t i be as skinny as-“ you were immediately shut up by the cruel, almost scary laugh alastor let out. when you rubbed your blurry eyes full of tears you could see al’s eyes glowing, his regular toothy grin was now a scary, painfully fake (even more fake than his usual one), and prey-like. “silly boy. so stupid yet sweet and bashful yet so careless. do you not know how much your body is worth? in the city i practically was born in (cannibal city) your body is worth over a million. and i get to have it all to myself- every curve, every freckle, every birthmark, every bump and every hair. just to myself. do you know how nice it feels to know that, little deer?” alastor hummed out, pulling his coat off and pulling you up onto him to sit on his chest, his hands roamed around your chest and thighs, treating each and every curve with so much love it hurt.

ALASTOR ver 3

NSFW HEADCANNONS (SHORT)

he uses your ass or thighs as a pillow sometimes and likes to bully you by telling people he’s friends with on how much he recommends your ass or thighs to his friends (as a joke of course).

“i truly recommend this pillow to you, dear !” alastor lifted his head up slightly, grabbing your ass in his sharp claws and squeezing it gently. “very soft and squishy too!” al gave his signature toothy grin as rosie chuckled into her palm. eating another piece of human legs that she had boiled up nicely and was seasoned to perfection; just the way she liked it.

purposefully does doggystyle just to see your ass jiggle (very much an ass man imo.)

loves your kind personality. one time you told him not to go to hard because charlie wanted you to help her do documents the next day and it required you to move a lot. alastor purposefully fucked you into the stars (his excuse was, “i don’t like getting told what to do.”). you didn’t realized though. you just thought he was really pent up and didn’t mean it.

alastor added special noise cancellation to his room once he started dating you. you never asked him why when you started dating but now..? you understand.

alastor loves watching your ass idk why.

alr that’s it bye bye!! :J this is a lil late (๑´·.̫ · `๑)

[drconstellation]

First-Order Archangels

Part 1: Maybe You'll Spot An Archangel

GABRIEL: I told you you could ask. However, I am the only First-Order archangel in the room, or, you know, the Universe, so I'm not gonna answer so much. But you feel free to knock yourself out with all the asking.

While I was writing my meta series The Passion Of Jimbriel it became fairly obvious to me there was something more going on between Crowley and Gabriel in S2 than just the numerous pointers to Crowley's pre-fall angel status. They are acting as both parallels and foils to each other, and in places you can swap their characters and get the same story at a different time – and that just opens up a whole new window of context and insight into things. For pre-reading, see this meta from @vidavalor that nicely lists some obvious parallels. It doesn’t mention everything though, so I’m going to discuss parts in more detail.

A foil is a character who contrasts with the protagonist, to highlight or differentiate certain qualities between the characters. Crowley and Gabriel do this because they have come from essentially the same place, and share some story elements, but they still end up in different places.

There is a lengthy original discussion about Crowley's pre-fall angel status here, for pre-reading. It points out the obvious and some not so obvious points that ops have noticed in S2 telling us about Crowley's pre-fall status. Rather than just go through them all again, I'd like to look at some other scenes in S2 that also tell us something about both the similarities and the differences between these two high-powered entities as I go along. In addition, I’ve done a series of posts looking at Gabriel as a shoulder angel (links at the end of post,) because quite often he’s on the demonic left-hand side – which makes sense when you realize he’s a Crowley parallel.

Take the arrival of Gabriel to Whickber St and the bookshop. I’ve already mentioned this parallel story line a couple of times now, but lets look at it again in more detail. It mirrors the opening of S1E1 where the serpent climbs the wall of the Garden of Eden, morphs into a demon and starts to converse with the angel standing on the wall.

Back in the present day, we have a Gabriel, who also tends to present on the sinister-side, walking up to the gate of the present day Garden (the bookshop), which is still guarded by the same angel as it was 6000 years ago, and basically tells Aziraphale he has “fallen.”

How to we know this? It is a reference to the Fall of Man, when Adam and Eve ate the apple the serpent offered them, they suddenly became aware of their nakedness, and hid from God. Gabriel has already upset the love-apple tomato cart on his way to the door of the bookshop, its a sign of the chaos to come.

The fallen angel is not sure of his name, so he prompts with a question…

And asks for shelter under the (reluctant) angel’s wing..

But there is one thing he does know, the one thing that drew him to Aziraphale in the first place:

AZIRAPHALE: Then why did you come to my shop? GABRIEL: I don't know. I just thought I should. You know what it's like when you- when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?

Later, Aziraphale realizes that he must give Gabriel a new name to hide him – because fallen angels take on a new name, don’t they? Just like Crowley did.

Then we get a confession:

Which is what Crowley loves about Aziraphale as well - that bit of unpredictability, because you know how humour kind of works? It throws the unexpected at you.

Early on in S2 we find out they are both in trouble: first His Royal Smugness, then Our Hero himself. Our view is turned upside down, with the angel made the bad guy and the demon the good guy who needs to win. But both of them are being hunted by Shax.

Then we get one of the early clues pointing to Crowley's high status as an angel:

SHAX: A miracle of enormous power happened last night. The kind of miracle only the mightiest of Archangels could've performed. CROWLEY: Mm? SHAX: Somewhere very close to your friend's bookshop. Are you telling me you don't know what caused it? CROWLEY: How'd you know I didn't do it?

Shax stalks and threatens both of them, sometimes at the same time:

Another parallel Gabriel and Crowley shared in S2 were associating their identity - no, lets rephrase that - "essence" was one description I've seen - with boxes.

Gabriel arrives with a box that strategically covers his front, and quickly tosses it aside once Aziraphale opens the door to the bookshop. It lies forgotten until Gabriel mentions it a while later. Inside it is the fly from Beelzebub - an object from Hell - so it really needs to be 'invited' across the threshold of the bookshop by Aziraphale to be able to enter. The box initially appears to be empty, Once inside, the fly is free to roam. It has a message written on one side of it.

The same goes for the matchbox. Message included.

ah, wot? you say. Yep.

The matchbox represents Crowley, probably in more ways than one, but I'll just go through the stuff relevant to this meta here.

I notice I'm not the only op to connect the line from the Book of Job on the side of the matchbox with Crowley. The line is from Verse 41, which talks about Leviathan. Among the various shapes it is described to take is a great sea serpent. This deserves its own meta for further discussion, which I plan to do after this one, because yes, Crowley is Leviathan in disguise, but there is much more to it than that. But for now, just know that the matchbox is Crowley.

Once you know this, it makes sense that Muriel finds it - a discarded cardboard box by the front door to Heaven - and deals with a material object that shouldn't by rights exist in Heaven. Then a certain demon finds Muriel lurking outside during the siege on the bookshop at the end of S2E5, and talks them into letting the certain demon be escorted up into Heaven where he doesn't belong, where he's free to roam around - only he needs a guide because he's not sure where to go. Ah Muriel, you poke the Serpent, he's going to poke you back. Good thing he likes you, and it just was a gentle nudge.

Two empty boxes, two cases of memory-loss. That is what S2 seems to suggest to us at first glance.

Gabriel's seems to be the most straight forward in hindsight - find the fly and restore Gabriel to his original "Gabriel-ness." But its more complicated than that. When pushed to remember, his lilac eyes return and another voice can be heard speaking through him of the past. This happens twice, with the second one being part-prophecy. What is really triggering these episodes of channeling? Is it God or someone else speaking through him? We really aren't sure at this point in time.

Then there are questions around Crowley's memory. Did he have his memory wiped when he fell? Was it wiped repeatedly? Was it not wiped at all, and he just pretends he doesn't remember? Neil has even said he is an unreliable narrator about his own Fall, so who are we to trust at this point? Crowley does seem to understand in the end some of the problems Gabriel is having with his absent memories and that brings them to a temporary truce.

Both Aziraphale and Michael inspect their respective "empty" boxes, and neither notices anything obviously amiss. Gabriel's box just seems empty to Aziraphale, he takes no notice of the fly container in there, and archangel Michael tentatively inspects the matchbox brought to them by Muriel but nothing seems out of place there either.

Crowley's change in costume in Heaven during his little infiltration caper with Muriel is also another clue to his past status as an archangel. He has a silvery-gray suit, similar in style to Saraqael's to reinforce the link with them, but at the same time he is also mocking the other archangels and their elite status. We've assumed for a while now that the appearance of the tactical turtleneck signals that Crowley is up to something sneaky or spy related, but I'm starting to think it also relates to a bit of a power play (and Crowley certainly laid the power on for Mr Brown in the pub!) Looking back at S1, Gabriel's not adverse to wearing one either when he needs to be at his worst (or best. Your choice.)

The way one dresses is a way of expressing and reinforcing authority, and its something both Gabriel and Crowley do without much thought. They have been used to being in a position of power and/or independent authority for much of their existence, and I would say that even if Crowley is a few steps down now from where he started, and he's more cautious around those higher ranking than him than he used to be, he still retains that knowledge of what its like to be at the top.

Crowley's usual near all-black costume is a form of power dressing in itself. Whether is was in the past, when black was an expensive color to buy and maintain in clothing, or in the present day, we are still respectful of those in a stylish cut of black.

Gabriel's impeccable tailoring as Supreme Archangel also commands respect. So it's no wonder that one of Gabriel's first requests on regaining his memories was to ask for new clothes! He wasn't just being the vain archangel we believe him to be (although, I think there is still some of that) you also need to consider the elements of the reference characters that went into his shop assistant character: Granville, the belittled shop assistant nephew from the sitcom Open All Hours, who got stuck with all the shop duties from his uncle and felt like life was passing him by, and the silly Monty Python gumbies, that complained of hurting brains - lovable and much loved characters, but not ones you'd really want to be forever. We all want to be loved, but we want to be respected as well.

For all his fierce posturing around Gabriel, there is a brief moment in S2E3 where Crowley backs down and treats Gabriel as an equal - and that is reflected in a change of dress as well. His outside jacket off and sleeve-garters on, Crowley sports a look we haven't seen since S1 when he was home alone in his Mayfair flat. He patiently explains gravity to a curious Gabriel and then describes his "Operation Lovebirds" plan to his puzzled companion. He admits he hasn't "done weather in ages." It's just a quiet, charming moment, watching two ex-archangels get along together.

You're smiling, aren't you?

This meta continues in Part 2: Foils of War, where the differences between Gabriel and Crowley get explored in more detail, and how Aziraphale and Beelzebub act as mirrors to each other a few times as well.

This meta is part of a series on Gabriel: Gabriel as a Shoulder Angel: S1 Study S2 Study Part 1: Ep.1 The Arrival and Ep. 2 The Clue S2 Study Part 2: Ep.3 I Know Where I'm Going and Ep. 5 The Ball S2 Study Part 3: Ep.6 Every Day

First-Order Archangels Part 2: Foils of War

First-Order Archangels Part 3: Seeing Eye to Eye

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

12am incoherent Spider rant incoming:

The fact that a huge portion of Spider fans sympathise with him because they had similar family experiences in life is low-key making me feel kinda weird about people who hate him. Like let us recap the events real quick-

Like why do you hate a kid who did more to keep the Na’vi safe than Jake through the entire movie? “They’re after us” ok? This is not just about you dumbass it’s a whole-ass war, the RDA will still want to find the rest of your tribe because they want to ERADICATE your people 😐 the fact that it took him MONTHS to realise that running will not save anyone is 😬 (though I can get behind it bc family and all)

How is it that a goddamn 16 year old was the one who carried the good guy team??? 😐😐😐 he saved tribes from getting murdered, like literally, Tonowari said that no one had died, WONDER WHY???? DO Y’ALL THINK QUARITCH WAS NICE OUTTA NOWHERE???

And then he sunk a ship. HE SUNK A SHIP BY HIMSELF????

AND THEN HE INDIRECTLY SAVED KIRIS AND JAKE’S LIFE????

“He backstabbed them” I know you’re not blaming him for it when Neytiri exists 🧍 bestie outright REFUSED to help a literal child and didn’t bat an eye when he got captured. I can get behind her putting a knife to his throat in a rush of emotion but to very clearly ABANDON him? Fuck off. If her active decision to leave him behind didn’t turn into the reef Na’vi’s literal saving grace I’d be hating on her so actively.

“He saved his homocidal dad after he promised to murder his family” first of all the Sullys NEVER adopted him and it’s made abundantly clear. You sound like a gaslighter when you use that rhetoric. 😐📸

And secondly — HELL YEAH HE DID???? I would too if I was him and so would you and so would we all because Miles is the first grown up who GAVE A SHIT. MILES GENUINELY CARED. “It’s morally wrong” NO CAP 😀😀😀 NO ONE SAYS IT WAS RIGHT BUT THE KID HAD A SPLIT SECOND TO MAKE A DECISION AND HE CHOSE NOT TO BE A MURDERER.

You know what else is morally wrong tbw? Neglecting a child for 16 years.

“B-but they had no obligation to take care of a human kid—” cry me a fucking river 😐 what they want or not doesn’t fucking matter when we are talking about the mental health of an actual living breathing being. They ALL (the scientists, the Sullys and even the mf McKoskers or whatever the hell their last name is) were morally obligated to give that kid the best they could to ensure that he wouldn’t turn out like his father BECAUSE THEY’RE ADULTS.

The fact that their collective neglect DIDN’T blow up in their face is a pure miracle. Thant kid had every right to turn evil and burn the village that rejected him to feel it’s warmth but he DID NOT. In fact he is so goddamn kind and compassionate that he sees good even in a piece of shit monster like Quaritch.

It’s mind-blowing when we consider the lack of parental love and guidance throughout his life.

☝️ THIS is the kid you’re hating on???? Bc it’s starting to look suspiciously toxic 👀💅

Pay my boy some respect. He was a literal hero and y’all act like the Omatekaya, ignoring whatever good he might do and then point fingers at him when he does something morally questionable LIKE ITS NOT JAKES FAULT??? LIKE THE REST OF THE ADULTS ARE NOT AT FAULT TOO??

Neglect makes people vulnerable. Vulnerable enough for an asshole to swoop in and manipulate them and it is only thanks to Spider’s unyielding loyalty and heart that neither Ardmore, nor Miles had pulled anything out of him in MONTHS of captivity. They had NO idea where Jake or Omatekaya were until Norm fucked it all up with his trackable ship.

Listen I love all the blorbos, but the parents dug their own grave so to speak. You fumble the bag repeatedly and then get surprised when it flies into your face? 🤨

Anyway, I’m out. Might delete this later idk.

[cloudyyoimiya]

I just found your blog and I love your work!

How about a GN!reader like Kokomi from Genshin? Someone's who's very passionate, but also tends to get overworked or Burnt out easily <3

this has me giggling and kicking my feet because i’m similar to kokomi in some ways. i remember that i pulled for her on her first banner when everyone hated her. anyways, since you didn’t specify who to write i’m gonna do dazai and atsushi! i hope that’s okay! thank you for requesting! <3

With a S/o Like Kokomi From Genshin; Atsushi Nakajima and Osamu Dazai

Format: Headcanons and scenario

Possible warnings: none!

Atsushi Nakajima

First off, he’d be the sweetest out of the two.

What originally drew him into you was your kindhearted nature and how you were so devoted to helping people. He really admired how you managed to be so passionate about such a dark job.

One time he saw you talking with another detective while investigating a crime. The case was fairly simple, but you were still so passionate about helping the people affected by it.

He didn’t know that someone could be so tenderhearted.

When he first saw the side of you that overworked yourself, he’d be quite surprised. He never thought that you were the type of person that would stay up late at night, strategizing for your next mission. In a way, he almost found it admirable as well. Though, he would never tell you because sometimes it gets unhealthy.

Atsushi cares for you so much, so when he sees you over working yourself he’d immediately be worried. He would usher you to take a break, even if it’s for five minutes.

If you ever needed to take a break from society and go somewhere secluded, Atsushi would fully support you. If you didn’t have a specific spot to go to in mind, he’d give you a few recommendations after asking you if he could join you as well.

If you did let him join you, get ready for some praise and cuddles. He wants you to know that you’re loved, and that you do so much for those around you.

If you happen to like books, then he’d let you read to him. He’d most likely fall asleep, but he’d be happy that you’re sharing one of your passions with him.

He’s so sweet!

Scenario…

You put your hands in your hair as you stared at the computer screen. You then shifted your gaze to its keyboard, then your lap. A loud sigh escaped your lips as you slapped the sides of your head. You had been doing work for hours by now, and you were starting to get burnt out. Even the thought of bringing your hands down to your keyboard again made you want to clock out for the day.

Atsushi looked over at your figure with a slight frown. Recently you getting burnt out like this was becoming more common, and he hated it. He hated it with his whole being. Therefore, he was determined to help take your mind off of things for a while.

He stood up from his desk and tapped your shoulder. You immediately whipped your head around to meet his gaze. You then gave the weretiger a questionable expression.

“Atsushi? You should get back to work!” You exclaimed.

The weretiger gave you a small smile. “You’re getting burnt out again, (Name). C’mon! Let’s go out for a while!” He paused for a moment. “Only if you want too though! I won’t pressure you into anything!”

You blinked at him before letting out a short chuckle. “Atsushi! You’re too sweet.”

You stood up from your seat and stretched out your limbs for a moment. Who knew sitting for so long could make you cramp up?

Atsushi smiled as you got up from your seat. “Where should we go today?”

“Hmm… Let’s go to the park. It’s nice and relaxing. Plus, aren’t the sakura petals in bloom now? I’d love to see them,” you rambled. “I just love how pretty they are.”

“You seem quite passionate about them,” Atsushi butted in.

You giggled as you grabbed his arm. “C’mon, let’s go!”

You practically dragged Atsushi out of the office. He, of course, didn’t object. Once you exited the office, you looked around for a little bit. The streets were busy, as per usual. You wouldn’t have it any other way though. It just meant that people had something to do with their lives.

Eventually the two of you reached the park after a short walk. The sakura petals were falling gracefully as the wind started to pick up. It was a beautiful sight.

You sat down on a bench with a sigh. “Thank you this.”

Atsushi sat down next to you and glanced at your face. “For what?”

“For making sure I’m okay.” You smiled as you said this.

The weretiger only chuckled. “It was the least I could do… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Osamu Dazai

Simply put, the two of you would make up complex plans for the agency.

That is what originally made in interested in you in the first place. The two of you were lounging around in the office, coming up with a plan for an upcoming fight against the Port Mafia. It was very complex, and it all depended on one variable, but the two of you made it work miraculously.

Dazai admired how you put his trust in him so easily. He also admired how you could keep some of the most grim situations lighthearted.

If he ever saw you be passionate about something, he’d only fuel the fire. He’d do everything in his power to make sure that passion stays with you.

Sometimes he’d ask you questions about what you’re passionate about, only to hear your cute rambles. He finds it very endearing.

He knew about your unhealthy habit of overworking yourself from the start. He wouldn’t try to persuade you to not do it, no, but he’d make sure that you’re taking care of yourself. Dazai knows what it’s like to be unable to stop yourself when it comes to something like this.

If he ever catches you asleep at your desk or something of the like, he’d take off his coat and drape it over your shoulders. He’s a gentleman after all!

If you ever needed to take a break from everything and retreat somewhere for the day, he’d encourage you to do so. Dazai would recommend some book stores, a bar, and or just staying at your house. He wants you to be comfortable.

Scenario…

You slowly woke up at your desk. Some of your spit was on the cold wood alongside some on your cheek, so you lazily brought your hand up to your face and wiped it away. As you were doing so though, you felt a slight weight on your back. It wasn’t heavy, no, far from it. It kept you warm and cozy.

Once you let out a yawn, you grabbed the thing that was on your back. It felt like fabric, so you pulled it over into your line of vision. Lo and behold, it was Dazais jacket.

You got up from your chair, your bones cracking at the sudden movement. You then looked around for the tall brunette, wanting to give him back his jacket. Recently it was getting chillier outside, so you didn’t want him to be cold. You eventually found him slacking off on the offices couch, listening to music.

You tapped him on the shoulder, then offered up his jacket. “Here. I don’t need it anymore.”

Dazai smirked at you as he took off his headphones. “Keep it for a while. You were absolutely adorable with it on!”

“Oh! Are you sure?”

“Of course I am!”

You hesitated for a moment. You then sighed then put on his coat properly. After that you sat down right next to him and pulled out a book. He looked at you questionably, but then decided not to pry.

“What’s that book about?” He asked suddenly.

You looked up from the seemingly endless pages with a small smile. “It’s called Gone Girl. Basically this wife frames her husband for her murder. The ending gets very twisted though. It has to be one of my favorite books of all time…”

Dazai smiled at your rambling. He loved how passionate you can get over something like this.

“If you like the book so much, then I’ll just have to read it for myself,” he said sweetly. He then grabbed the book from your grasp with a smirk. “I think I might do that right now!”

You let out a shocked gasp. “How dare you!”

You reached up for the book, but he had the height advantage. After a few minutes you stopped fighting for the book and sighed in defeat. All throughout the whole ordeal, Dazai was chuckling. He enjoyed teasing you like this.

“Fine! You can read it,” you said as you pinched the sides of his torso.

Dazai let out a fake groan of pain. “Ow! You’re so mean to me!”

“That’s what you get for stealing my book.”

You brought your hand to your face, letting out a short yawn. Dazai seemed to notice as he looked over at you. He placed the book onto the table in front of you two, then guided your shoulders to his lap.

“You’ve been overworking yourself recently. Go on, take a nap,” he spoke gently.

[duckiemimi]

https://www.tumblr.com/jgnico/729415078056755200/stop-taking-nanamis-words-for-why-gojo-did-what

Hey mimi!! Hope ur having a nice day!! I really love your thoughts and metas its a very insightful!!! And ur fanfics god i hold them so tenderly in my hands each time i read them!! thank you for making them!! And i wanted to ask: whats your thoughts on this ?

i’m so sorry this reply is so late, i’ve been a little busy these days 😭 but i love this post so much! it’s so well-written and well-articulated!

most people in the story don’t understand gojo; the whole point of 236 was to hammer that home. gojo died misunderstood. (well—if you don’t count geto understanding him, i guess. and some of his students try to, his friends, too, but that’s besides the point. most people didn’t. doesn’t mean they were incapable of loving him, though.)

i understand nanami’s sentiments here. to nanami, gojo was the guy who could’ve solved everything, who could’ve prevented deaths, who could’ve prevented haibara’s death. to nanami, gojo was the embodiment of the system. of idle power. it’s a little similar to geto’s point of view in shinjuku: why the hell should he try and sympathize with someone who can do it all? gojo is different. he’s not like us.

really, i believe most of the characters in the story feel this way about him, this attitude of begrudging hope because though he is an enigma in their eyes, he is also a beacon of hope because if gojo exists, then a better world is possible. they see the idea of him before they see him for who he actually is. they see his dictated role before they see him.

but here’s the thing: gojo is readable to us. as readers of the story, we should be able to understand him and what motivates him, we should be able to understand his alienation and loneliness more than anyone in the story. because he is wholly readable and thus knowable, because we see the things the other characters don’t. we should know him by how he was written, not by other characters’ perception of him. that’s subsidiary.

(if anything, other than supplementary information on gojo, the characters’ opinions on him tell us more about them and the world they live in, not about gojo.)

i think this juxtaposition between the perception of gojo and just gojo himself is best shown in his conversation with geto. there, he talks about being familiar with isolation (his metaphorical infinity) and his longing to be understood. right after, nanami chimes in and offers his opinion about gojo. i do think the writing could’ve been done more effectively (after all, the chronology makes the scene a little confusing), but it’s still plainly written for us to read.

gojo’s efforts to better the system shouldn’t be wiped off the board just because nanami said he fought for fun. we know him, we’ve read him, we’ve witnessed him give second chances to kids who’ve lost hope. we’ve seen gojo’s care. i don’t think this is a case of just selfishness or just selflessness. don’t fall into the trap of black and white thinking.

gojo was jujutsu’s pillar. i imagine if you grow up with enough people telling you who you are—what you are, really—you’d start to internalize it and learn your role. to his core, gojo was a guy who never acknowledged his subconscious and what lay beneath it because of this. a mental infinity, a metaphorical infinity. almost there but not quite; he never got to the root of things, whether it be changing the system or figuring out why he was the way he was. he was never thorough. (isn’t that why “geto” came back anyway? because he didn’t “finish the job”?)

but, hey—his given name is satoru (enlightenment). perhaps there’s more to his story.

(or maybe he died in irony.)

[my-soupy-brain]

Hey! I just wanted to say I love your writing! I have a request that maybe you could explore some? I’d love to know if Ted would be into plus size/ curvier women? Being an American from the south, maybe he’s all about it ? I totally imagine him as a boob guy

As a "cushiony" girl myself, I applaud the HELL out of this prompt. And I think Ted, specifically, is the type of man who'd love it. First, he falls in love with PEOPLE, not bodies. But second, he'd love having someone to snuggle up to and hold and be warm with. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warning: Light smut

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Your first week at Nelson Road was...intense.

Orientation is one thing. Getting to know the team and the staff is another.

Working in an office with a super model, now that's a whole bag of things on its own.

The first month went by without a hitch. You got the hang of things. People were starting to know your name.

Your second month, you and Keeley had become mates. Going out for coffee, girl-talking together. You got to spend more time with Rebecca Welton, the owner of the team, and she was a walking goddess that made you feel seen.

"You're quite funny, y/n," she said one day, enjoying tea (and your coffee) in her office. "What a breath of fresh air you bring to the office."

As you smile and thank her, Ted Lasso walks in the room, whistling a tune.

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know I was interrupting girl talk, I'll come back later," he mutters, looking around nervously.

"Ted! Don't be silly. Have you had a chance to meet y/n yet?" Rebecca starts, her hand motioning to you on the couch.

"I, ah, think we met my first week. But that was ages ago it feels like," you stammer, offering your hand. "I'm y/n. It's great to meet you, Coach Lasso."

"Aw, please, call me Ted. Ain't no need for formalities," he says, smiling wide.

Your eyes sparkle at him. He's so handsome. Built like a real man, tall and broad. His hair styled neatly, a combed and trimmed mustache. His sweater is rolled up at the elbows, showing off his muscular forearms.

"y/n was just telling us about her first time drinking tea here," Keeley jokes. "Had the same reaction you did."

"You didn't like it, huh?" he asked. You shake your head. "No. Spit it out all over the shopkeep where I picked up my first cup, sad to say. It was no McDonald's coffee burn, but I'm sure it didn't feel good."

Ted laughs at this, getting the McDonald's reference.

"Well shoot, nice to have another American around the office," he says brightly. He offers his hand again. "I'll see ya around. Bye, ladies!"

When he leaves you blush. You try to tamp it down though because whatever would you offer a man like him?

As weeks go by though, you and Ted get along. You both like coffee, so big win there. You both love barbecue, and he's over the moon to talk about it with someone who appreciates it like he does. You share similar tastes in movies, music... you name it.

One day, Ted stops by your office to ask some questions about a promotion for the team you and Keeley are working on.

As you spin around to greet him, your blouse catches on the corner of your filing cabinet, and the chest pops open a couple buttons.

"Oh, shit!" you exclaim, but before you can crouch to pick them off the floor, Ted's already at your feet.

When he finds them, he kneels and his eyes track from your ankles to your curvy torso to your chest -- which is now a bit open with a lacy red bra underneath, holding your ample breasts. And then your eye line. You almost snicker to see he's blushing.

"Uh, here ya go, miss," he offers, placing the buttons in your hand.

You realize your blouse is still hanging open, and you quickly clutch it.

"I'm so sorry, Ted, that was my fault," you stammer, avoiding his eyes. He can sense your nerves.

"It's OK, y/n. Honest. Maybe those buttons just weren't up for the job anymore," he jokes, his hands in his pockets. You laugh with him.

"Say, some of us are goin' out to Crown & Anchor tonight for a drink, you wanna join us? Get a real taste for club gossip?"

You smile widely. "I'd love that."

...

By the end of the workday, you're eager to grab a drink and unwind. You've safety-pinned your blouse for the time being, and while the fabric strains, it seems to work.

"Why don't you just ask her out," you overhear Beard chiding.

"Naw, a woman like that ain't go nothin' she wants with me," Ted says, waving him off. Your stomach drops a little at who the lucky lady might be. When Ted sees you approaching, he hushes Beard's conversation.

"y/n! Glad you could make it! Slide on in," he says, making room in his booth.

You sit down and take a breath. "Good to be here. Where's everyone else?"

Beard points to an area where folks are dancing. "Roy and Keeley are hittin' the dance floor," Beard says with a laugh. "Amateurs."

You look quizzically at him and then at Ted.

"Thanks again for finding my buttons. I appreciate the emergency help," you joke. Ted nods and takes a drink of his beer. "No problem."

Beard stands up and stretches. "Well, I gotta call Jane. She wants to go to some planetarium tonight and take mushrooms. I told her I'd be her watch."

Ted chuckles, always a new story with Jane. Beard makes eyes at Ted, as if to encourage him into something. Ted shakes his head quickly but quietly so you don't see. But you do.

"See ya later, Beardo," Ted says, and you wave goodbye.

When Ted turns to you, his arm is over the back of the booth, and it feels intimate in a way you didn't expect, your heart hammering in your chest a little.

Ted takes a breath, and you smile at him warmly.

"Do you wanna dance?" Ted asks. "It's been many years for my two left feet but you look so nice, I feel like I should show ya off."

You blush wildly, and take another drink of your cocktail. "I'd love to."

Ted leads you both to the dance floor, where Keeley and Roy have peeled off somewhere else, probably making out in an alley. Good for them.

You're not a great dancer but you have fun together when the Electric Slide comes on. Ted's eyes watching your ass, the way you shake your hips, the way your breasts bounce in your blouse. He adjusts the neck of his sweater as he warms up.

"You can feel it, it's electric!" you sing along, laughing with him.

When the song ends and a slow song comes on, you wipe the sweat from your brow and start to leave the dance floor, but Ted grabs your hand and pulls you back.

"One more?" he asks.

You blush and accept, feeling a little self-conscious to have his hands on your wider, fleshy hips. As you sway together, your hands around his neck, he stands closer, leaning into your ear and you shiver.

"You're beautiful, you know," he whispers with a deep Kansas drawl. "I don't think you know how beautiful you are."

Your heart is galloping in your chest.

"Before you got here, Beard was tryin' to convince me to ask ya out, but I was intimidated," he starts. You pull back and look in his eyes.

"How in the world would a man like you be intimidated by me?" you ask, truly curious and confused.

Ted quirks a smile under his mustache.

"Because you're gorgeous. Funny as all heck. Smart as a whip. Great taste in food, movies AND music. You've got a great laugh. Kind, and now I find you're a great dancer," he says quietly. "You check all of ol' Ted's boxes."

You smile as you lean closer to him.

"I... thought you were devastatingly handsome when I met you. And getting to know you has only made my crush ten thousand times worse," you say with a giggle. His hands hold you closer, drifting down to the curve of your ass.

"Crush, huh?" he teases. "Well, would ya look at that? Two people crushin' on each other like a couple 'a lovestruck teenagers."

Your fingers brush through the hair on the back of his head now, and he holds you closer.

"I haven't stopped thinkin' about what happened earlier," he whispers again, his voice lower and huskier. "How gorgeous you probably are under all those clothes. Those curves and that soft skin..."

Your lips let out a little moan, the traitors they are.

"Ya wanna go back to my place?" Ted asks a little desperately. As your thigh brushes against him, you can feel his excitement. You nod. "I would like that."

...

You're two steps in the door before he's got his arms around you, leaning in to kiss you properly. His hands coast down your sides, the dip of your waist and your fleshy hips, which he squeezes in a way that makes him groan into your mouth.

"Oh, sugar, I...I don't know what to do with myself," he says with a chuckle. "You've got the body of a goddess."

You shake your head but he grabs your chin to stop you.

"No, honey. I'm serious."

You can't help grabbing his face and kissing him harder. Holding him tighter. Needing him closer.

Your hands make work of the safety pins on your blouse, and the rest of your in-tact buttons, before his hands take over for you.

"I wanna do this, I've been dyin' to see the rest of what's under here," he breathes out. When he slides it off your shoulders, he walks you both back to his bedroom, where you both are in a more dire rush to remove clothes.

The skirt goes, then the heels. The sweater, the undershirt, until you climb into bed and he's hovering over you. You reach to turn off the lamp but he stops you.

"I can turn it off if ya want, sweetheart, but I'd much prefer being able to see ya," he says, leaning in to nibble the soft skin of your neck, down to your chest and the swell of your breasts.

You decide to relent, because Ted Lasso makes you feel desired. He wants this as much as you want this.

...

In the morning, you wake to a dreary London day, and Ted snuggled up behind you, his hand on your hip. As you stir, it coasts up and down, then reaches over to your tummy, then to your breasts, then to your shoulder, and then back down to your hip.

"Mmm," he says, his lips curled into a smile with his eyes still closed.

"Nothin' better than wakin' up with a perfect woman in your bed," he mumbles. You smile, turning to look at him.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," he says, his hazel eyes opening as he looks at you. "Those eyes, those thighs. Those lips, those hips," he says, leaning in to kiss you softly.

Your eyes feel like they could cry at his words of love and affirmation. His hands travel your body, squeezing and caressing along the way.

"I can't stop touchin' you, darlin'," he laughs to himself. "I just can't. If ya want me to, let me know because I'm basically glued to ya at this point."

You shake your head. "I love it. I never... thought I'd get a chance to..."

He stops you and smiles. "To what? Blow my mind? Turn me into a horny teenager again? Make me never wanna leave this bed?"

His hands go back to work, massaging your body and touching everything he can. You laugh at this, smiling and leaning into his lips.

"I really, really like you y/n," he says quietly, looking into your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair over your ear.

"I really, really like you Ted Lasso," you answer.

He leans in to kiss your lips gently, smiling, and pulling you close to his chest so he can keep his hands on you.

"I owe Beardo some money," Ted mutters against your hair, his hand on your breast, touching it gently.

"Why's that?"

"He bet me we'd work out, and I bet him I'd chicken out," he answers. "He won."

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This was longer than I expected but it felt so personal and cute to write. I appreciate this prompt -- and I do think Ted would love this. Love holding you, touching you, all of it. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

[eneablack]

I SHIFTED 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 AVATAR DR

The last few times I shifted were only with intention but this time I also said affirmations that grounded me in that reality (for example: "I am ene'ya te kalin satkie'itan” , “I live in Pandora”, “I am a na'vi”, etc…), and I went to sleep with the mentality that I was already there in Pandora.

I took notes right after I came back btw so everything was still fresh in my mind, then I added it all together and I tried to make a storytime as detailed as I can. I probably don’t remember well all the things but I tried my best to make everything accurate to what happened.

Okay so let me start.

I had scripted that Lo'ak would wake me up but that didn't happen, instead when I opened my eyes (I don't know what time it was because we don't keep track of time with clocks there) i got kind of scared because I found myself with my face squashed in a hammock so I could see everything from a big height and thought I could fall at any moment. This time I immediately realized that I had shifted because 1. I scripted it and 2. everything was too different, starting from the environment (forest) and ending on myself (literally blue), but I didn't even feel strong emotions like in the other shifts idk why, I was already used to being there as if I've always been there (in that reality it's obvious that I've always been there but you know what I mean).

As I was getting up I was told something like “you finally woke up, we thought you were dead” or something like that because it was said in Na'vi (now that I’m back I think its so weird that I knew and was used to a completely different language). Anyway, in the end it was Tuk who had spoken and she was standing next to a surface of worked wood with stuff on it that looked like exotic fruit. When I got up from the hammock for a moment it was strange to feel so huge (and semi-naked lol) and blue, but this too was super normal so I didn't think about it much.

There around the table, besides Tuk, were my father and one of my sisters and everything immediately became normal, I got back the memories and knowledge of that reality and I had the feeling that this reality was now a distant memory, or a dream, and it was there instead that I belonged. Tuk was at our place because she wanted to have breakfast with us, so then we started eating these seeds which were called pxorna and a type of fruit which name I don't remember, then there was also the spartan fruit which I think was the one from the first film (which Jake tastes for the first time in his new body). My mother and my other sister had gone hunting since I had woken up late, meanwhile then I decided to take Tuk back to her family and bro, I expected to be super excited to meet the rest of the Sully family but instead it was normal like everything else 😭 (now that I'm back here I've been freaking out the whole time that is, I still don't realize but okay).

Neytiri is fucking beautiful btw, and Jake is ethereal irl and is much more patient with the children since the sky people wasn’t there yet. Kiri is like in the movie I have nothing to add, she is nice to me but she is very sarcastic. Lo'ak is quite a kid lmao, even though he's in his 20s he acted a bit annoying and rebellious just because (obviously I love Lo'ak but I'm just describing how he was there, I’m not judging him) but still he was my best friend and i have to say we were very similar now that i think back on it.

Neteyam on the other hand.. bro, the most annoying person in the world, I’LL EXPLAIN RIGHT AWAY don't attack me. Practically, clever as I am, I scripted an enemies to lovers with him, not considering that actually in the "enemies" phase we would have been "enemies" and I have to say okay: it's not that we hated each other or were really enemies, but we kind of couldn't stand not even breathe the same air. He still always had that protective older brother personality and was kind/available to everyone BUT NOT WITH ME, I really pissed him off 😭 but it was mutual so yea. In fact, when he saw me bring Tuk back he snorted and changed seats so I remember that I kind of teased him about it but I don't remember exactly what I said to him.

Later I went out with Lo'ak and we went to get the ikrans because he wanted to go to Tsireya and wanted me to accompany him lmao because they weren't really together yet so he was shy. We had another friend called Nìmäng (he isn’t in the movies), and he was much more serious than us; I don't know how he could be our friend but somehow it worked because he balanced our non-seriousness. In short, we took the ikrans (mine is called Zeswavi) and y’all, it's a one of a kind experience, you feel the wind stinging your skin and you perceive in your body everything the ikran is feeling, then don't make fun of me but you also feel invincible, it's so incredible (I recommend you to shift there just to experience this thing).

When we arrived in Awa'atlu (I scripted that it's only 10 minutes flight away because I'm smart) it was just spectacular, it looked like the Maldives🧍🏼 but much much better. So, now I want you to trust me when I say that I had to hold back not to jump on Tonowari, that man is irresistible and so mighty irl, I can't do it lorddd. Ronal didn't like me that much and frankly I'm afraid it was because she saw me drooling over her husband. Tsireya is lovely, the kindest person there I must say, as well as Rotxo. Ao'nung on the other hand.. an infernal beast, literally; he’s cool I mean, but he was really annoying, he liked to tease me and provoke me every 5 minutes, but I responded by hitting him so it was all balanced.

The rest of the day was spent swimming with the ilus, playing a kind of ping pong with barks and also fishing at some point, which would have been very boring if it weren't for Ao'nung who, although annoying, is really funny. Later Kiri and Tuk also joined us, Neteyam as well, with whom I had a fight because I hit him on the head with the fishing net (it was actually hilarious). Before the eclipse we went back to the forest and brought back some of the fish we had caught, my mother cooked it and wrapped it in seaweed and it was all so good man.

We then all gathered around a bonfire and sang songs, other na'vis sang and some danced, it was truly magical. For a moment I stared at Neteyam because, even if I couldn't stand him, he was really beautiful under the firelight, but when he saw me he said like "what are you looking at, skxawng?" (“idiot”) so I insulted him and started ignoring him again lol.

At night I decided to shift here again because the experience was so beautiful that I wanted to tell everyone about it.

Thanks for reading this all <3 go shift!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey thanks for accepting this ask. So what I wanted to ask is how the amazing digital circus crew would react to a reader who's a strong hero...that's incredibly optimistic, dense and Guilable thinking that the world acts like a cartoon/comic sometimes

TADC cast x comic hero type reader!

meant to start knocking out these last two requests earlier this morning but i had to clean up the house a bit; but im finally getting onto it! reminder that requests are currently closed and any requests sent in will not be answered and will be deleted to keep the inbox clean; so please keep your requests until i announce theyre open again! plan on taking a day or two off to rest my brain n back as well as catching up on art and my own personal fic. the requests being answered currently were sent in prior to requests closing with that said, i hope you enjoy this anon!!

CAINE:

honestly i think caine would be the same way, not exactly but i think he would some of the cluelessness in terms of how the real world works... except its mostly with the non digital real world; call it inexperience or something! lets you play hero during the IHA.. honestly you kind of fit right in with your personality, with tropes and being a stereotypical comic book hero, if not a little naïve. pretends he doesnt recognize you when you walk around in your "citizens disguise"

likes coming up with villain npcs for you to fight during adventures

POMNI:

initial confusion when she sees you just walking around with a tie plastered to your chest, asks you what its for as well as dropping your name. even more shocked that youre shocked that she knows who you are. kind of just accepts this is a thing you do and doesnt question it, especially as she settles into the digital world.. at least youre handy during IHA.. i think during my little break i might try to figure out how i wish to right pomni because i really do wish i made her stuff more... interesting

RAGATHA:

honestly i think she would make you stuff to add to your disguise. doesnt want to shatter the illusion for you so she just tries to casually give you stuff out of the kindness of her heart... which isnt... totally wrong.. honestly i dont think she would try to change you or bring up the bad disguise thing so long as its not somehow putting you in danger. in fact i think she finds your whole hero personality endearing, you guys are both optimistic and its nice to be around someone who isnt just. losing their marbles or being a dick.. plus, you arent technically wrong to view the digital world as a cartoon, i mean, look at it and look at the physics of the world and all

JAX:

oh he is going to be a menace, probably makes a joke villain persona to mess with you only for you to immediately gun for him and deal with his "evil antics",, i mean hey as long as jax doesnt put his silly little villain mask back on you wouldnt suspect a thing... maybe... i think he would roll his eyes at some of the things you say, since youre way more optimistic and out there than ragatha... probably uses your gullible..ness... as a means to trick you

KINGER:

honestly the "as a royal myself" line he dropped in the pilot makes me think that at some level he believes himself to be a real king; or maybe he was just REALLY playing into his whole theming and he knows hes just some dude but was trying to appeal to the gloink queen... what im trying to say is that i think there might actually be a solid chance he fully leans into your hero thing, and perhaps even falls for your disguise (if him constantly forgetting gangle is standing right next to him says anything about his observation skills and/or mental state)

ZOOBLE:

similar to jax but also not. finds your optimism a little too much sometimes; especially if youre very outwardly social and friendly so its not like you swoop in to do your hero duties but you also stop to talk to the 'civilians' of the circus.. though unlike jax they wouldnt try to trick you, nor do i think they would exactly be mean to you. a little irritable by your energy and attitude, maybe, but i think zooble gets irritated by almost everyone in the circus.. reluctantly plays along with your disguise

GANGLE:

i think she would be into it, probably draws you in your non-disguise outfit. you get fanart, yay! probably similar to pomni in the whole, just accepts how you are both as a person and with your antics, but i think she just accepts everything everyone else does! not much to say, shes a fan of it and if you stand up for her when jax is mean thats just an added bonus for her

[spotlightlowlife]

What Hangout Hotel could take from Lucifer the tv show

One thing these two had in common, season one wasn't very good, learning names and the initial plot was the main takeaway.

Lucifer did atleast stick to its initial plot of 'this is the devil, he's charming, he can get those hiding something to tell on themselves, he works with police detectives, he has a nightclub, he has family issues', easily done when it all fits the characters and reasons for being around one another

Charlie on the other hand is the devil's daughter, she's nice, she wants to help sinners make it into heaven through rehabilitation, she has a hotel and sort of has family issues, simple enough to pull off had it not been buried under side plots from others

yet unlike Lucifer, Charlie's niceness isn't a means to an end, it's her whole personality, whilst part of Lucifer's charm is hypnosis

we see Lucifer present in his club regularly, we don't see Charlie running a hotel

we see Lucifer helping police solve crimes, we don't see Charlie making any effort to help anyone in their rehabilitation journey, it's debatable if she even wants her friends to upgrade out of there and there's not even been a hint of interest into anyone's backstories Vaggie being a prime example even though there are those who remember being alive Mimzy, nor is there interest in their intentions Alastor or if they're suitable, does Charlie vet or troubleshoot? Surely she need to get her investigative head on if she's serious, take a leaf out of the spinoffs book that atleast opened with the assassination agency at work.

This is a big glaring issue because this is what we were sold. Attaining the hotel and starting up the business was no issue, we didn't even see it happen, but then nothing else work wise happened.

Charlie's family issues, no matter where they choose to go with her mother, have been an unnecessary late inclusion.

Once Lucifer began getting into the swing of things and we learnt more about these family issues, we would soon learn that there was no real structure, the angels were bickering siblings either sticking to what they knew or scrambling to one up one another, desperately seeking validation

daddy issues wasn't just a Lucifer problem, the mother wasn't really an issue and when daddy did show up, the god character of this world, he probably wasn't what many expected, a free spirit, loving but very out of touch parent who sees his children as adorable and doesn't like it when they fight, yet the freedom granted and lack of interference has been a major contributor to their fighting. Freedom and lack of interference has been something that has humans asking questions too. Small actions snowball.

This character was yet another in this series to effortlessly created a divide between those like humans and those who aren't.

In Hazbin we get the similar setup of a godless reality with a load of infighting as angels form structure and rules, Lucifer here is too a charismatic outcast

yet other Lucifer would place himself on earth where he probably doesn't really belong, to start working and live a different lifestyle for some time, surprisingly not in a position to lord it over the 'mere humans', not that he wanted to, Hazbin Lucifer we are told is depressed, we are guided to believe did nothing wrong though he clearly did and all is magically not a problem the moment he can impress his daughter.

Why was it that simple?

What is he really doing all day?

Where does the leadership come in?

Why doesn't anyone bring serious questions his way, like the agreed upon exterminations?

There are many demons of hell in both series's. Lucifer of the namesake tv show is neglecting his work as their leader to be on earth, there are repercussions for this as demons have tried to topple him. He also has a demon at his side bothered by his absence, who has her own journey of not getting humans and having a major mama issue, these issues are a major part of her character and get tackled.

Hazbin Lucifer is the god of his very own realm and 'his people' are former humans who he despises, which means nothing to anyone. He has been in hell since it has began, somehow not leading and there are no consequences for any actions, anything goes, killing heaven's angels? No problem.

In the other show however, two heavenly or prehistoric figures cross paths and word spreads, the characters mean something.

Lucifer picked up, however many seasons Hazbin has left, they could do with following suit and staying focused.

[adobe-outdesign]

Review for my good boys the bellsprout line?

Bellsprout has gotta be one of the silliest Pokemon out there in terms of movement, second only to Toedscool. Look at this ridiculous thing with its skinny little root legs and dot eyes. How can you not enjoy it?

Also, pitcher plants are always cool, and giving it a "body" made of the roots and stem is fun and something that weirdly isn't done a whole lot with grass-types. The colors are also pretty nice, with a good mix of complementary yellows, greens, and browns, with a pink rim to boot (similar to actual pitcher plants, though they usually have a red gradient as well). It's super simple, but really enjoyable.

Weepinbell starts to edge a bit close to the "even blend middle evolution with no unique traits" trope, but it avoids it mostly by lacking the body of Bellsprout, but being oriented upside-down compared to Victreebel. What also helps it is it's absolutely silly googly eyes, which combined with the always-open "mouth" give it the impression of constant shock. I also like the addition of the green dots, which help break up the yellow areas a bit without being overly intrusive. Nothing too crazy, but it works.

Victreebel is probably my favorite of the line. I really like the change to slit-like pupils and the eyes being directly under the rim, and the way said rim now sports a pair of fangs for good measure. The eyes taking up less space means there's more room for green dots, and the leaves and body shape are really nice and have a better flow to them than Weepinbell's.

I also like the long stem in the back, which kind of mimics the bottom of a tropical pitcher plant without literally having it in the same place. Likewise, the leaf at the top is interesting, as it kind of works to pull in food in place of it not actually having any hands. Just a very balanced design all around.

As a quick note, the line was supposed to get a split evo ala Bellossom in Gen 2. There's actually a subtle baseball theme to this guy, because it's name (Tsubomitto) references catchers mitts, and its legs look a bit like baseball pants. Get it? Like the opposite of a pitcher is a catcher? Anyway, it's kind of fun, but it just looks a bit too similar to Bellsprout in overall body shape to really feel like it would've added anything to the line.

(Also, side note 2: these guys don't need anything too badly, but given that pitcher plants are normally extremely red in color, I think it would be fun to have a fire/grass regional that spits oil instead of acid. Bellsprout's legs could look like little fuses!)

Anyway, overall, a simple but pretty fun line with some neat looking plant monsters.

[niki-phoria]

Hi' im here just to ask a request lol 👀 is it possible to do a chishiya x reader where they both liked each other but never said anything about it, even if its really obvious. But they still are always together even during most of the game since reader is good at club and spade games while chishiya is good at diamonds and hearts game, so depending on the game: one only supports while the other does most of the work. So this could be during a club or spades game where physical strenght is important, so Chishiya lets reader and other playes to do the "hard work". However, reader encounters their ex in the same game and chishiya starts to get jealous because "why they are so friendly if they are exes?" lol, however, reader decided to get paired up with their ex instead of chishiya and this made him mad (even though he suggested to reader that they should join someone else who is athletic too so they can game faster and finish early, however he didn't expect to find reader's ex in the game). At the end of the game, reader ask their ex that they should be part of the beach but chishiya ended up saying something like: "they arent good enough" or something similar. This makes reader mad and ask chishiya about what is his problem and he ended up confessing his feelings to reader. I dont know what to write next 😭 have a nice dayyy

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader word count: 1.4k genre: fluff (??)

a/n: tysm for requesting !! thank you for writing it like this like it's an actual outline for a story this was a really cute idea. i cannot write angst i would cry so instead of an actual fight chishiya is just mildly annoyed and reader kinda calls him out on it lmao i hope you like it !!

[if my explanation of the game doesn't make sense the fan wiki link to this game is here]

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, not canon compliant, canon-typical violence, this doesn't make sense in the storyline bc it was the game kyuma and his band played but i couldn't think of any other games to make it work just go with it, slight mentions of people dying, ex bf's name is keita bc i didn't wanna write (ex's name) the whole time, cussing

i'm obsessed with this gif i'm sorry he looks like a cat and it's so cute snklns he's so gender

the amusement park is eerie as you enter. the gate creeks, worn down with use. vines crawl along their sides as if it’s been abandoned for years. the chime of a new player entering catches your attention. he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and black jeans, shifting anxiously on his feet. you recognize him immediately- keita. 

chishiya raises an eyebrow as you walk over to the man. his face lights up, a grateful sigh escaping him. “y/n,” you wrap him into a quick hug before pulling away. “do you know what’s going on?” 

you shake your head, stepping back. “no. all i know is there are games we have to win to earn days on our visa.” keita nods, shoving the white phone into the pocket of his jeans. 

“registration closed,” the announcement begins. 

“come on,” you make your way back to chishiya’s side, keita following behind you. 

“difficulty: three of spades. rules: players must reach the exit before the mascots catch them. game clear: players reach the exit without getting caught. game over: the mascots kill all players. there is no time limit.”

keita shifts uncomfortably next to you. “don’t worry,” you whisper. “we’ll be alright.” he gives you a shaky nod before the announcement continues. 

“players have five minutes before the mascots will begin searching.” a screen lights up, illuminated by a timer on a white background. you glance at chishiya for a second. he gives you a curt nod, following a group of people around the left side of the park. 

keita follows you as you slink around the right side, searching for any areas where the potential exit could be. the night is freezing as you hide behind the rides. “game start.” the announcement chimes. you duck underneath the metal beams of a roller coaster as a tagger wearing a bunny head walks out. they’re holding a crossbow as they walk, scanning around the park. keita’s shaky hand grabs your own as you watch them leave, in search of the players. 

it isn’t long before a scream rings out, followed by the whistle of an arrow being shot. the screech is cut short, leaving an eerie silence behind. you flinch a little at the noise, desperate to find the exit. behind you, keita gasps. a woman has her hand pressed against his mouth, motioning for you to stay silent. 

“have you seen anything?” she whispers. you shake your head. she removes her hand from keita’s mouth, backing away. “let’s stick together. i think i saw some other people by the ferris wheel.” 

you let her lead the way back around to the other side of the park. players continue to be killed off. the whistle of the arrows through the air makes you shiver. keita’s hand stays wrapped around your wrist as you guide him through the park. 

pressed against the brick wall of a staff room you can just barely make out chishiya’s silhouette. he motions for you to move closer, gesturing to a back gate over his shoulder. “i think the exit is over there.” keita lets out a shaky sigh, letting go of your wrist. chishiya reaches over to grab yours, pulling you a little closer to him. his warmth feels good against your skin. 

“if that’s the exit why haven’t you gone over there?” keita whispers. 

chishiya doesn’t answer him, still focused on the gate. he keeps a distance between you and keita. “we could be wrong,” you explain. “it’ll get us killed if we run over there and the gate doesn’t actually lead to an exit.” 

“but we’ll die if we stay here!” you bite back an exasperated sigh. 

“just trust me, okay?” keita nods, pressing himself further against the wall. 

you’re not sure how long you stand there, waiting. your heartbeat pounds in your ears as a tagger wearing a bunny mascot passes. they look at the darkness where you’re standing, staring for a few seconds before moving on. chishiya squeezes your shaking hand. you muster up the strength to gently squeeze back, eager to get back to the beach. 

the noise of the gate rattling makes you freeze. a man yells out as an arrow hits his shoulder before he hoists his body over the remainder of the gate. you can just barely hear the noise of his phone chiming. “game clear.” 

“shit,” one of the taggers curses. you’re grateful when the sound of something hitting against metal echoes throughout the park, drawing their attention away from you. chishiya doesn’t waste any time once the tagger is out of sight, pulling you along with him towards the gate. you force yourself up and over the fence, reaching down to help pull him up after you. he jumps down to safety before you grab onto keita’s hand, helping him over before you tumble down into the safety of the grass below. 

in your pocket, you can feel your phone vibrating. it lights up your face when you pull it out. “game clear. congratulations.” you lean back onto the ground, sighing. keita throws his arms around you, startling you a little. 

“thank you,” he whispers. “thank you.” you pat his back before he pulls away. 

chishiya holds out his hand to help you up. it’s a comforting feeling to have his hand in yours when you’ve finally reached safety. “we should get back.” you whisper. he nods, intertwining your fingers. 

“where are you going?” keita asks. 

“there’s a place we’re staying at- the beach. there are other people there. you’ll like it.” you can feel chishiya tensing a little next to you, but you brush it off as nerves from your near-death experience. 

“let’s go.” 

keita silently follows you as you make your way back to the beach. the walk is long and quiet. chishiya never lets go of your hand, keeping you close to his body. you’re grateful for the warmth, content to lean against him to calm your racing heartbeat. 

hatter is more enthusiastic than usual when he greets you, eagerly taking the card before turning to keita. “we haven’t seen this one yet,” he says, flicking the edge of it. he leans down in front of him, staring in front of his eyes. “i’d like to see more of what you can do. y/n, show him a room, please.”

an awkward air remains as you lead keita through the hotel. he opens a random room before flinching back and pulling it closed. “these doors don’t lock?” 

“no,” you chuckle. “just pick one. as long as there’s nothing inside you’re welcome to sleep wherever. i stay in room 320. come find me if you need anything.” keita nods, whispering another quick ‘thank you’ before entering the room. 

chishiya is sitting on the bed when you enter your own room. you make your way over to sit next to him, letting out a small sigh. “do you know him?” 

“who? keita?” chishiya remains silent. “i used to work with him.” 

“he seems really comfortable touching you.” 

you cock your head a little, shifting a little to face him. “we went out a couple times before i moved to tokyo.” chishiya simply hums, looking away from you. the silence feels heavy for a few seconds. “wait, are you… jealous?” chishiya doesn’t respond but you can just barely see a flush on his ears. you bite back a laugh, reaching over to grab his hand into yours. he doesn’t move away, letting you intertwine your fingers together. “chishiya, you don’t have any reason to be jealous.” you hesitantly reach out to rest your hand on his cheek, turning him to face you. he leans his forehead against yours. “i like you.”

you can see the blush spread to his cheeks a little at your confession. your lips quirk up into a small smile as he looks down at your lips before looking back up into your eyes. “i like you too.” there’s a beat of silence between you before he speaks again. “can i kiss you?” your smile grows as you slowly lean closer to gently press your lips against his. chishiya smiles into it a little, bringing a hand up to your cheek. you wrap your arms around his neck, shifting to straddle his hips. his blush has deepened when you pull away. you lean down to press a peck against his forehead, stroking his jawline. 

“nobody compares to you.” chishiya doesn’t answer, instead leaning up to press another kiss against your lips.