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YOU hate terfs

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Reblog to have something lgbt happen to you this summer

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are you good?

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ID: a digital drawing of a black dog in sketchy pencil. its leaping forward, held back by a leash, its teeth bared, blood dripping from its jaws and splashing underfoot. in a serif font in all caps it reads "good boys maul transphobes". end ID

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[posted a month ago]

you fucking LIAR

I GOTTA STOP FORGETTING I HAVE A TUMBLR. i did not get locked out 2 years ago just to dramatically regain access and make my return for NOTHING.

That being said, expect a few things out tonight <3

#sorry lol #ryu speaks

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Worth.

Volo x Reader

Authors Note: im gay for him sorry. he has my heart. also, READER IS NOT REI OR AKARI reader is a separate person with the same circumstances, and also a whole adult. slay. SORRY ITS SO SHORT </3 I can write more on this concept more if you guys would like! warnings: some adult themes, Volo planned to kill you, Volo finds your strength hot lmao.

The fresh autumn weather was kind to the two of you today. It seems recently there was only harsh cold or sweltering heat, but today was mild. The sun had already begun to set, the gentle chill in the air beginning to nip at your cheeks and tips of your ears as the two of you trotted through the forestry.

You rode on the back of Wyrdeer, your company on your beloved Rapidash who was lovingly named Winnie. 

Volo sat in silence as he listened to you hum tunes he’d never heard before, unable to help himself from stealing glances of you. The silence between you isnt tense, much to Volo’s confusion.

You were so kind. It wasnt that you were harmless, that was far from the case and he knew it. You just were so kind as to bring him with you on these little trips you made. No one these days is truly a friend of his after his attempts to have Giratina create a “new world”, but you? Well… you’re the closest to a friend he has left. And even then he knew you still had your caution about him, and he had no intent of giving you anymore reason to suspect him. He knew what you were capable of and he’d seen it up close in its rawest, cruelest form. 

You should have killed him. Anyone else would have, and Volo knew he would have deserved it after betraying you the way he did. He intended for you to die, he wanted you to die, and it was his plan from the beginning to have you killed by Giratina when it came time for him to be summoned- or even to kill you himself as a sacrifice, if it meant it would appease his lord. The plan was always to have you retrieve the plates and to then rip them from your cold, dead hands, wether you were killed by Giratina or Volo himself, it didn’t matter. You were supposed to die, and that was supposed to be it.

But there you are, living, breathing, singing songs he doesnt recognize happily- with the man who tried to kill you riding on the back of one of your beloved companions, trusting him enough to keep your back turned to him.

Volo watched in awe of all that you are. He felt his face drop, his heart heavy as he felt the guilt deep in his gut swirl sickeningly as his thoughts spiraled. He had already given you his apologies for it all, not that you can apologize and undo the damage of an attempted murder. You were honest, stern as you told him you weren't sure you could forgive such a betrayal. Your words weren’t kind as you ripped into him, telling him what an ugly display of his heart he gave you the “pleasure” of looking at back then. You later echoed the thoughts he had himself, having gripped him by the throat as you hissed to him through gritted teeth “I should have killed you.”

Volo’s fingers gently grazed his neck as he thought of when your hand closed so tightly on it. He wasn’t used to letting others get even close to laying their hands on him, but for whatever reason he refused to fight back against you in that moment. 

Well, he had an idea as to why. The guilt in his gut swirled and twisted harshly as his mind wondered on it. You always fascinated him as you carried yourself in this unfamiliar land with such strength. He truly was drunk on pride to believe he ever could ever subdue you, even with Giratina at his side. But with the fresh ego death... well, he doesn’t exactly feel as he once did. In place of his once burning devotion to Giratina now sat a more searing, burning emotion he could never entirely understand- perhaps due to his willful ignorance to it. Remembering how you slammed him into the wall as you verbally tore into him a if he was nothing, it made something within him flutter… and that made the feeling of guilt swirl and twist tighter.

Volo shook his head, as if he could shake his clear attraction away with just that. If anyone cared to pay him any mind these days, they could tell from just looking at him he’s fallen for the very person he was ready to kill. But he wasn’t exactly ready to come to terms with that yet.

He leaned forward slightly, giving Winnie a pet on the neck as his eyes trained on you.

“Wyrdeer found [Y/N] worthy of riding upon its back, but no one else really has gotten that chance...” Volo thought aloud to Winnie, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear.

“… I’m not very worthy of being on your back, am I?” Volo turned his gaze to the Rapidash, giving a sheepish smile. Winnie turned her head to look at the man on her back, glaring daggers back at him. Volo chuckled nervously as Winnie turned her gaze back forward.

“I guess I’ve earned that look.” He mumbles, his feeling of guilt only worsened.

“I do want you to know that im sorry.” He says quietly before pausing to rethink what he means. “I mean, I know sorry most certainly isn’t enough, but it… it feels better to apologize. Even if you disregard it, that’s okay. I just… want you to know I regret what I did to your [Y/N].”

Winnie lets out a huff, clearly disregarding what the man on her back had to say. Volo couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“You really love [Y/N], don’t you? You’re such a good girl.” He says, gently scratching behind her ear. She leans into it happily, making Volo chuckle. His gaze turns back to you, watching as you grab a low hanging berry from a tree you passed under. He watched as you inspected it for second, passing it to Wyrdeer when you deemed it safe to eat. The majestic beast ate the berry happily from your hand, a smile growing on your face as you gave Wyrdeer a good scratch under the chin.

Volo’s heart grew watching you be so loving. He was determined to one day be on the receiving end of your love. Devotion to a god filled him with a sense of purpose, but love for you filled him with so much more. You were tangible, you were …here. Despite biting the hand that fed him, you reached your hand out again- still bleeding, still shaking, determined to show kindness to someone who most knew to not deserve it. You didn’t listen when the leaders of this unfamiliar world told you it was cruel to keep him alive, you didn’t listen to them when they begged you to keep your distance. They echoed the same thought everyone had. “You should have killed him.”

But you didn’t.

You were determined to be kind, despite it all.

You were a second chance he knew he didn’t deserve.

He wasn’t about to lose his last chance. He knew he had a lot to prove. Not just that he was worthy of all that you gave him, but that he was worthy to be loved and live along side you and the creatures that guarded you with their life.

#volo x reader #pla volo x reader #pla volo imagines #volo imagines #volo pokemon #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines

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I GOTTA STOP FORGETTING I HAVE A TUMBLR. i did not get locked out 2 years ago just to dramatically regain access and make my return for NOTHING.

That being said, expect a few things out tonight <3

#ryu speaks #SORRY lol

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ELLIOTT X READER HCs I LOVED THEM 🥺😭

EUEUEUEUEUE YOUR WELCOME I’m glad you enjoyed 😭😭 I was worried they were mid but I’m glad you enjoyed sm!

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Hey! Could I request Elliot from stardew valley with a chubby enby reader? I don’t have a specific idea in mind, but maybe him trying romance them and they think he’s just being a sweet friend because no one’s ever shown a particular interest in them? And eventually hen like grabs their face and (oh so gently and elegantly) forces them to realize he’s not “just being nice”

Sorry if that isn’t well worded, I am high as shit rn but thank you for considering this ♥️ you’re amazing

LMAO you’re alright! I wrote these as headcanons because of course I did I’m silly.

Warnings: mentions of insecurity, small talks on body, etc. elliott isn’t sure if your gender lmao. also it’s really long?

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Upon arriving in Pelican Town, you were quite literally the talk of the town. They hadn’t seen a new person in years move in, so the others were keen on giving their greetings to you along with small house warming gifts. Elliott was no different in this regard- the only difference was his hesitation to approach you on his own.

When you met him, you had bumped into him after leaving the pier. It was early, you had the scent of bait on you… you certainly weren’t your most graceful self. But Elliott didn’t bat an eye, instead introducing himself and said how he wished the two of you met sooner- you had been in town for about a week or so now. He took your hand gently, placing an apple in the palm of it and told you how he hopes the two of you cross paths again- and how he hopes you enjoy the life you’ve started here in the valley. Elegant, sweet, and gentle his words were.

But it was very much a played up act. He had no idea how to act, he was so unbelievably charmed by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. it wasn’t even that you did much to catch his eye, it was how the light hit your eyes and the way you carried yourself that seemed to catch him so off guard. That apple was his breakfast, he had absolutely no intention of giving it away that morning. Long after you had headed home from the pier, he had sat on the dock completely frazzled as he tried to figure out what fuse within him just blew… without breakfast.

Elliott’s sexuality was always up in the air to him, but seeing you confirmed to himself he wasn’t really sure he cared what gender his partner was. This was partially because he wasn’t fully sure how you identified upon looking at you.

With such a flustered first impression, it was no surprise to anyone when he fell head over heals for you.

Your selfless nature fed his infatuation with him. Gifts of pomegranate wine and home made crab cakes made his hopeless romantic heart swell at the thought of you. He hardly even remembered the time he told you how he loved pomegranates, but the fact that you remembered… it made him so love sick it hurt. He treasured every little thing he received from you, writing sappy entries to his journal every time he received anything from you.

Without trying, you played his heart strings like a harp into the most beautiful of melodies.

Elliott couldn’t sit idly as you did so much to make him feel so strongly about you. Under the guise that you were certainly trying to romance him, he began his own advances.

Unfortunately… you were uh……

… dense.

He’d never say so out loud, no. But your innocent lack of acknowledgement of his clearly romantic advances frustrated him, yet still somehow made him even more infatuated with you.

Being in such a small town, being such the recluse he is, he has no intentions of letting his feelings for you go to waste. Hardly ever did he want others close to him or within his space. Until you. You were so much different to him, such a precious soul. He had full intention to sweep you off your feet.

But… how is it you were able to read his entire romance novel he explicitly said you inspired him to write and see it as platonic…?

And when the flower dance came, how is it you read that as a simple dance between two friends? even with how close you two were? Elliott to this day is still dazed by it, how did you not read the intense feelings behind it all?

Or when the dance of the moonlight jellies came, how is it that you never mentioned the hand Elliott gently placed on your waist? do you have any idea how much he had to hype himself up for that?!

As much as he adored you, you drove him insane.

A short period of time passes where Elliott is hurt, genuinely hurt. He didn’t understand how you did all the little things that made him fuzzy inside without meaning it romantically. Were you just being friendly? Did Elliott misread this entire dynamic between the two of you? Even if so, that doesn’t solve the feelings that Elliott’s developed… and something had to be done.

A late night laying in bed, staring at his ceiling as he was thinking brought him to the conclusion that you must not realize what you’re doing to him, and not realize what he feels for you… despite how glaringly obvious it was.

He eventually came to terms with the fact he would have to be entirely honest and up front. No fancy tricks, no gentle gestures to suggest he likes you, just a genuine confession.

and so he had asked you to meet him at the pier you two first met at one night.

Before you arrived, he paced thinking about what he’d say. He knew he had to be forward with you, but he didn’t want to word it in a way that makes you feel like you owe him anything. You didn’t. this wasn’t a confession to make anything official between the two of you, this was to clear Elliott’s conscious. Besides… Elliott is under the impression you likely don’t feel the same.

When you arrive, Elliot greets you kindly as he asks how your day was and all that sort as you sat at the edge of the pier, looking out at the gem sea. Just hearing you speak eased his nerves, even if it’s you talking about how you had to wrestle your cattle back into their barn one night.

When Elliott changed the topic, his face visibly dropped a little. He’d gotten to a point of feeling guilty for how he felt for you if you most certainly hadn’t felt the same.

“Farmer, I… I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you.” He spoke lowly and avoided your eyes as he said it, his hand fiddling with his sleeve nervously.

Watching you perk up and speak filled him with hope just for a second.

“oh, I’ve got all sorts of feelings for you too man- you’re one of my best friends and I really treasure our friendship! I never really had friends in the city-”

No way. no actual fucking way that just flew over your head.

He placed a hand on your shoulder with a ‘pat’, stopping your ramble immediately. He deadpanned at you- not as if he was upset or anything, he was… amazed. bewildered, really.

“[Y/N], I am romantically attracted to you.”

He watched your face as you processed his words, your face flushing red as you reach the conclusion Elliott has desperately been trying to lead you to.

Seeing as you clearly understood now, Elliott’s face softened as he went to speak.

“I-I have those… those feelings for you too.” You cut him off before he could even begin.

You continued on, explaining that you didn’t exactly expect him to like him like that because you never exactly got much attention from those in the city. You explained you were sure he had to just be being friendly, as you said ‘there’s always someone more attractive, more elegant, skinnier, you know.’

But Elliott didn’t know. Was the city really so cruel to one’s image of themself? He hardly visited often, and sure he felt a bit out of place while he was there. Seeing as you were someone who lived there, surely living with that feeling of being out of place was unbearable. Never for a second did he doubt you were someone who was beautiful, did those in the city disagree? … how?

Elliott was quiet for a moment as he processed everything. Sure, you felt the same, but he can be happy about that in a second.

“I never once thought of you as anything else besides beautiful.” He finally mutters. He watches you fluster at the comment, but before you could cover your face with your hands he takes them gently.

“I-, I really mean it. I had no idea you had such a cruel view of yourself, I can’t imagine thinking so negatively of you. I’m sorry if it’s overwhelming to hear, but you’re… uh-” He mentally fumbles for a second, looking back up at you from your hands. “I realize I never asked- then again it never came up- uh, do you have a preference as to what you’re called? pretty? handsome?” He smiles sheepishly.

Hearing you laugh at his fumbling is worth it, though.

The night ends with the two of you chatting about Elliott’s prior clear signs of romantic feelings and your own density to them. it’s light hearted, of course, Elliott holds no real disdain for you.

The world feels a little lighter on Elliott’s shoulder now, and he feels a little warmer inside. Especially as you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

#elliott stardew valley #sdv elliott #elliott x farmer #elliott x reader #stardew valley x you #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x farmer #Stardew valley #x reader #request open

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not just another bloody mary

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I'm back in the fucking building again-

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I love you too!

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i’ve some how managed to turn an old gay man on pinterest into a jerma stan by complete accident what is happening

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Can i request up for a Miles Edgeworth and Franziska Von Karma with a younger sibling!reader who's also clever as them however reader doesn't use their 100% braincells most of the time unless it's necessary?

If that's a bit difficult to write for, it's alright! You can do just a Younger Sibling!Reader general headcanons if you like

Oooooo I love writing silly little guys don’t you even worry. I may have self projected a tad bit on the reader because <3 me too <3 also I hope I interpreted this right? sorry if not! I focused a lot on how this affects sorta your relationship with them, so sorry if it’s short </3

Warning: slight angst, mentions of family tension, etc etc.

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Considering you aren’t always on your A-game, people like to chat about and talk about you due to your well renowned family- and they don’t always say the nicest of things, unfortunately.

Miles, at all points in time, looks to defend you against peoples (very incorrect) idea that you got the short end of the stick when it comes to cleverness. In his own words, “You aren’t stupid, you’re just too intelligent to waste intellectual energy on any and all meaningless meandering.” It’s his nice way of referring to you as low-energy.

Franziska is a special sort. She will always look to challenge you and your deductions on any sort of case, looking to exploit your low energy to prove a point. While she doesn’t do it out of true malice, it can sometimes feel kinda bad too. Franziska considers herself cut from a very different cloth- she herself is unable to pick her battles, and instead feels she must pick them all. It doesn’t always work out for her in the long run.

That being said, it must be noted that Franziska doesn’t dislike you in any sort of way- quite the opposite. She has a bit of tunnel vision on how people should be in a court of law, and she worries others will exploit your low energy like she does in your meaningless little squabbling back at forth. In a way, it’s her way of challenging you to try and teach you. Unlike Miles, I don’t she quite understands that you’re picking your battles on purpose to conserve energy. She’s being supportive in the way she knows how, but it doesn’t always land. It can just feel like a mean big sister taking jabs at you sometimes, and it doesn’t even always help “improve” your critical thinking or anything- sometimes it just wounds your ego.

Miles, while worrying for you, always has faith in your ability. during the trials you were his aid in court, he willingly swats away the defenses attempts at dissecting your every word to catch you in an inconsistency so that you can focus and get to the major point. Miles always has faith due to what he calls your “gotcha” moment- the final and usually fatal blow you make to a defense’s argument that is iron clad. Miles revels in the discomfort of the defense and the court as they are completely unable to argue against your final claims, as he feels it must be something that heals your spirit after what the ignorant public say about you. He’s fine with taking the risk of you leading yourself to your main point- he’s taken much worse risks than letting you build your case as you speak. He even finds it a little fun- it’s suspenseful watching you go from the seemingly ditzy court aid to a big dog in the ring as the trial goes on.

Franziska on the other hand doesn’t quite like to risk it. She’s a very “I don’t need help, I never need help” type, so she doesn’t usually have an aid in court anyway. But in the rare cases that she takes your help, she still expects to do most of the “heavy lifting” per se. It isn’t that she doesn’t trust you, it’s that she absolutely does not trust the defense to not exploit you into accidentally destroying the case you and her spent so long working on. Franziska doesn’t like to take risks, it stresses her out. she worries about you possibly never reaching a final major conclusion in court and accidentally making a fool of yourself.

While Miles heavily believes in your ability and treats you as an equal to him, You’re still the baby sibling in Franziska‘a heart- and her need to be overprotective of you never quite faded away. It causes family tension, most certainly, but things are always tense around here it feels like…

At the end of the day, Miles is a more understanding figure, as he has a bit of a need for understand things from the inside out before making his mind about them emotionally. Despite his cold nature, Miles understands your low energy and even has a limit of his own when it comes to energy towards certain scenarios. He understands you aren’t a candle that can be lit at both ends without major consequences, and he doesn’t see the issue with that. Despite it all, he’s aware you know what’s best for yourself- and knows that you wouldn’t allow yourself or anyone to be caught up in a situation that can be easily dismantled so long as you put your energy towards it. He will always be in your corner, and will always be ready to scold the cruel press for their awful interpretation of you.

Franziska is a more complicated sort, with a need for guaranteed consistency and absolutely no room for doubt. Franziska worries more than she’ll ever let in, she’s nearly riddled with anxiety if things aren’t in their perfect place- which is why she finds your demeanor so stress-inducing as she worries she can never properly count on it catching you or her if either of you tumble in court. It isn’t healthy, and she absolutely should believe in you more, but the anxiety eats her up inside. Even when she needs you most and you’re able to keep her case grounded in court when she can’t, the crippling anxiety she feels causes her to unfortunately be dismissive of it- which is absolutely painful. She doesn’t give your grand showings of your intellect the credit they deserve when she absolutely should, still too worried about the mistakes you may make rather than the victories. She couldn’t handle the possibility of you getting hurt to a point you give up your aspirations within the court of law due to a simple mistake in your judgement. so she looks to shield you at any point in time- despite it ultimately causing a rift and a feeling that she thinks you’re unable to handle yourself.

Ultimately speaking, Franziska needs therapy- and needs to take a page out of your book. She has this idea she needs to create and be perfection, but it isn’t humanly possible, and shouldn’t be expected of her or you. She’s due for some development, and due to give you an apology for how she’s treated you due to her own anxiety. She’s been burning the candle at both ends herself, always putting 110% she didn’t have into all she does. Franziska loves you, but her skewed view on how things should be are what cause her hurtful behaviors towards you. she doesn’t want to hurt you, she aches at the idea- she just is hard on you as others were on her because she doesn’t want you hurting like she did growing up. Be patient, she’ll soon come to realize you don’t need to be “fixed” and that you’re doing what’s best for you. expect a lot of tears when she does.

Miles isn’t perfect either by any means, but in terms of conserving energy he can relate to your antics. He’s always been the lower energy type, mainly because he doesn’t like to overexert himself (it’s a fate worse than death in his opinion, he HATES being unable to compete a task due to lack of energy). Chances are you likely inherited it from him unknowingly, simply following the mannerisms of your big brother. Miles often tells you to not fret on Franziska’s criticism on you, as it’s criticism she’s given him too. He’s always looking to be a supportive figure for you, as he shares that same need to protect you like Franziska- especially after all that he’s lost. He’s not looking to lose you either.

#miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #reader insert #miles edgeworth x reader #franziska von karma x reader #request #ace attorney request #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney x you #requests open #aa #ryu aa tag

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Me: aw man I don’t got a lotta new requests, that’s alright I guess

t tHE FUCKING THINGY IN MY DESCRIPTION SAYING REQUESTS ARE CLOSED: oh I wonder why that is. truly a mystery. i suppose we’ll never know.

#ryu speaks #ryu sucks #ryu is stupid #god save me #requests are open #PLEASE #open requests #requests open

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*SLIDES INTO YOUR ASKBOX*

Hey, may i request for Herlock Sholmes x Reader where like how would Herlock confessing his love to reader headcanons? 👀

*as you slide into my dms I catch you in a little box, then moving you to a little terrarium* ah yes, my new specimen. enjoy your new home anon.

Headcanon format my beloved, you conserve so much energy <3 reader’s gender isn’t clarified so slay what you wanna slay and go cray. I focused a lot on his internal though process in this so I feel like I didn’t write him silly enough (a crime) I hope you will forgive me anon

The feelings, and eventual confession of Herlock Sholmes

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Despite his incredible mind, it takes an embarrassing amount of time for our beloved Sholmes to understand his actual feelings.

It’s not that he’s never been attracted to anyone, it’s more or less that he’s never felt anything too much deeper than general attraction- nothing ever too special.

But when he finds himself able to actually trust you enough to occasionally tell you what’s going on in his head, that’s when he becomes a bit alarmed.

It’s not as if he’s panicked or afraid or anything, it’s just that there’s a large portion of time that he was just… unsure. was it attraction? was it just a little phase of his? did he value you as a true friend, or was he wanting more?

It took him some time to figure out, “testing” his own emotions on the littlest of interactions to see what got a reaction out of himself.

Whenever you laughed at his ridiculous antics, he noted how he’d often want to pause to laugh along with you- he found the sound of your happiness so infectious. Or when he’d give you little pieces of information on cases he was working on, how you’d lean close listening eagerly- he noted his deeper desires begging for him to pull you closer.

He noted how he valued your thoughts and praise on his work more than anyone else across the world. he noted how he felt his blood rush when you told him how lucky someone would be to have him as their own- completely unaware that he wanted you to be that someone.

Though, he wasn’t unaware for long. Watching his own mannerisms and noting his own reactions to things he felt would be normal in a friendship brought him to the conclusion that he most certainly had deeper feelings for you.

He didn’t exactly like this conclusion.

It’s not that he didn’t like you, that was clearly the opposite of the issue. It was that he wasn’t exactly willing to ruin a current friendship with his (in his opinion) useless and (what he believed to be) unrequited feelings. As a busy man, he felt he would simply make things more difficult for himself if he even took the time to woo you.

So he didn’t. He absolutely wanted to, the dreamy fantasy of taking you somewhere nice and enjoying nothing more than indulging in your presence nearly plagued him.

So much so, he became fairly frustrated with himself. No matter how much work he put in front of himself, there you still were, taking up a good bit of his thoughts.

And with time, it only got worse.

He could hardly focus any more, others took note of it and even Iris herself seemed confused at the slight change in his demeanor.

So he decided the next course of action was to stop it. How so? confessing.

He wasn’t… exactly looking forward to it.

Sholmes is by no means a man with no confidence, however he was thoroughly convinced these were unrequited feelings. he swore to himself this was fact, that it was one of his great deductions he had made…

But nonetheless, he prepared to inform you that he was in love with you attracted to you.

He didn’t plan anything overly romantic, there were no rose petals or candles lit or anything like that. He asked if you cared to accompany him for lunch, to which you agreed.

You had visited a little restaurant for lunch, the two of you chatting about the most recent case of his (complete with him sharing details he probably shouldn’t, but he couldn’t bear the idea of leaving you too curious).

He’d ramble to you about the little details, telling you his more outlandish theories (some he made up on the spot- just to see you laugh) before getting to his more serious ones. When you told your own little theories, he almost felt guilty for how closely he listened- and when you gave your praise to his own work… he felt even worse about how much he enjoyed it. You truly held a monopoly on his mind… or so he felt.

After that, the two of you walked along the streets of London, avoiding the most populated ones as to not get bombarded with people too curious about Herlock himself.

The two of you ended up at a quiet little pier, looking out over the water. in the distance, you could see the bustling city with its countless carriages and crowds, below you occasionally could see little fish and the waves. Despite Herlock’s desire to not go all out (he didn’t want to pressure you into pretending you had the same feelings for him), he somehow ended up bringing you somewhere slightly romantic. Damn.

As you leaned against the rail and looked at the view before you, Herlock’s demeanor slightly… changed.

“[Y/N], I fear there’s something I may have been fairly… evasive about, regarding you.”

While he was still our beloved Sholmes, it was as if he was purposely trying to keep up his usual act while attempting to show he was serious. For you, it worked.

Upon questioning what he meant, he turned from your gaze a bit, and took a deep breath.

“Well, I suppose you could say I find you attractive- Though, that’s not quite it. You’re someone I’ve found myself very fond of, and I seem to place you above most others. The best way to describe my current predicament is that… I have feelings for you more complicated than I’ve had for anyone else.”

Assuming you reacted how anyone would to such sudden bluntness with surprise and accidental silence, only then would he glance at you from the side, watching you process what he’s said. He tries to hide it, but he’s clearly desperate for any sort of answer- even though he thinks he already knows what you’ll say next.

Assuming you confess your own feelings back to him, his immediate response would be a nearly scripted response of his own.

“As expected, I knew you were unlikely to feel the same way but I felt it was imperative- I- sorry, I beg your pardon?”

The worlds greatest detective absolutely did not consider the possibility of his deductions being incorrect. He turned his head to look at you, a foreign look of surprise and pure confusion on his face.

Upon hearing you repeat yourself, he blinks a few times before turning back forward- you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. He’s silent as he’s processing your words, not entirely sure if he believes them.

You’d likely have to continue the conversation from there, as he’s lost in his own thought and desperately needs to be tugged back out of his own head. If you were to suggest a date, or any sort of pursuing any relationship with him, he would grow almost flustered.

He never planned you to feel the same way, much less desire a relationship with him. he is disastrously underprepared for such a thing.

But invigorated with the frazzled feeling of his feelings being requited after all, he’d be ready to make it all up on the spot for you as if that was what he expected all along. Not that he has you fooled, of course.

#ace attorney x reader #ace attorney x you #ace attorney request #request #ace attorney chronicles #herlock sholmes #herlock sholmes x reader #boy fell in love so hard he lost his sillies #give him his sillies back

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boys ,,,,

Ryu’s back in business.

My requests are back open!

Note: bc I’m gay as hell, I may have easier time writing for men than women- but I still absolutely will! :D

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THINGS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Ace Attorney

I’ve played most games, just not the professor Layton games or investigations

Demon Slayer

I’ve read the manga so no worries about spoilers

My Hero Academia

HAVE NOT READ MANGA

Stardew Valley

please give me a reason to write about the bachelors <3

The Magnus Archives

please.

Monster Prom

Haven’t played camp yet </3

Rules

I only write for x reader stuffs, we are indulging here

Please no underaged / incest / noncon / bullshit you get it. please. don’t.

I have a right to not do a request if I do choose, please keep this in mind.

No yandere stuff. Sort of creeps me out.

Please specify if you want particular gendered language in a fix, otherwise it will stay entirely gender neutral

If you request multiple characters, please specify if you want them separately or as a poly relationship

I’m chill with NSFW stuff, but remember rule 3 and 2 pls <3

Rules will be added if needed

Requests are so fuckin open rn, get in here.

#request open #my hero academia #stardew valley #demon slayer #ace attorney #the magnus archives #my hero academia x reader #stardew valley x reader #demon slayer x reader #ace attorney x reader #the magnus archives x reader #my hero academia x you #stardew valley x you #stardew valley x farmer #demon slayer x you #ace attorney x you #the magnus archives x you #bnha imagines #tma fic #tma imagines #stardew imagines #demon slayer imagines #ace attorney request #ace attorney imagines #open requests #monster prom #monster prom x reader #monster prom x you #monster prom imagines

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big day for gay people (the prosecutor's office)