#this is literally @ me but just in case someone else needs to hear it

[theflyingfeeling]

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tl;dr: I want to open fic requests for December but I'm scared 🤧

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ugh I always feel so self-conscious about talking about my fics because I feel like I'm always talking about (my) fics or (my) fic ideas, and the mean part of my brain is constantly trying to convince me that everyone is sick of that already and think I'm an attention seeker (which I swear I'm not 😭 having said that, I want to clarify that I'm not implying I think anyone who talks about their fics is an attention seeker! it's more about me expecting everyone to hate me specifically for constantly talking about mine 🤡)

in addition, I'm scared of everyone getting bored of all the Olli/Allu talk on my blog as well (apart from the lovely people who send me Olli/Allu related asks almost daily, I love you all so much 🥺💕) and that people think I'm incapable of talking about anything else (which is not the case, even if I do spend a worryingly lot of time thinking about these two nerds 😂)

oof, so now that I've gotten all that mandatory self-depracating talk out of the way: I really want to try and create an Olli/Allu prompt fic challenge for myself for December 😭

yes I knooooowwww there are already at least two fandom events for December and I could just participate in those and I'm sorry for being greedy and attention-seeky but...I kinda want to make my own 🥺 because I'd like to make it prompt-based, because I think that would be fun 🥺 a word-prompt maybe, or a situation-prompt, perhaps from a list of prompts I've compiled myself to make sure I can handle it, because I'm still traumatized by how horribly I failed with the super adorable Valentine's Day prompts last winter, because my brain just wasn't braining the way I needed it to brain 😭 for this reason I'm also considering just coming up with my own prompts, because I swear I could come up with 24 different fic ideas in one sitting with little to no problem, but on the other hand, getting requests is also super fun... 😩

also, if I was to open requests, I feel like I'd have to do more than Olli/Allu, because I understand it's not everyone's OTP (actually I don't but you do you lol (jk)), and I do want to write other pairings as well, but some pairings inspire me more than others, and recently I've felt like I've been inspired by Olli/Allu only, and maybe Joel/Joonas occasionally

another two-bladed issue is that while I feel like requests would perhaps make me more motivated to write, there's also a very likely chance they might start to feel like a chore, because when I'm not motivated, I simply can't force myself to write for the sake of fulfilling a request 🥲 that's just not how I work, no matter how much I wish I could. and I absolutely don't want to go through all the guilt and crying buckets for not fulfilling requests like I did earlier this year. I know I'm not quite as miserable now as I was then, so maybe I could bribe my brain to brain the way I need it to brain this time around, but the risk I'd be taking is just too terrifying 😭

so anyone who writes a ton of fics on request: you guys are my fucking heroes and I don't understand how you do it, can you spare a tip or two for a poor brainless fic-writer who's only able to write when the stars are in the exact right position? 🥺 and no, saying stuff like "you don't have to fulfil every request you get, that's completely alright and your readers will understand" will NOT do, because hellooooooooo of course I'll feel unnecessarily guilty about not fulfilling prompts even if there's no good reason for me to do so, don't you know me at all?! 😭😭😭😭😭 of course I know that my sweet, amazing, loving, world-deserving readers will be unreasonably understanding and not hold it against me if I did end up failing to fulfil their requests, but I'd still feel terrible about it, and there's nothing anyone could say or do about it I'm afraid 🤧

(I'd also be more than happy to collaborate with other content-creators for this but 1) there are already two fandom events for December, 2) I'm sort of only interested in writing Olli/Allu myself and making the whole challenge just about them would seem a tad circle-jerky and I'd hate to exclude anyone, and 3) not enough braincells to carry out a whole entire fandom event by myself)

so if anyone has any suggestions or ideas or tips regarding what kind of (perhaps) prompt-based fic challenge I could do without scaring myself shitless, I'd like to hear from you, totally alright if not though < feel free to ignore I promise I understand 🥺

#trigger warning: an unnecessary amount of self-deprecating talk lol ✌️ #i know i'm overdoing it i know i know i knooowwww but look. it's a form of self-defence okay :-: #if i hurt myself first no one else has to okay? and that way i have control over it #even though literally everyone i interact with on here has been nothing but sweet to me? 😭 #but sadly you never know who might be lurking and just waiting to break you to pieces #so self-deprecating talk is a way for me to show y'all that there's no need for you to do that #because none of you will ever think of me as lowly as i think of myself 💅 #this is unrelated to what's behind the cut btw lol #this is just something i wanted to say in case someone wonders why i keep constantly talking myself down 😂 #there's a reason why i'm like this and i'm working on it 🤧 #but yeah. i'd love to hear from literally anyone 😭 #fellow fic-writers and olli/allu enthusiast do interact 🥺👉👈

[snekdood]

the problem with vaush’s anti theist argument is he assumes that people just blindly follow whatever a book or religious leader tells us the gods want rather than ever thinking on our own also he’s heavily relying on an argument that religious ppl think their gods word isn’t anything you can go against ever so if they tell you to rape and murder people then its fine to do so but like.... i really dont think any religious person is like this?????? i dont even think rapey serial killer religious people are like this??? like religion is always a front or a justification for their actions i dont think they genuinely believe god came down and told them it was fine i think they know they twisted what they heard/read to their benefit. the problem is with manipulative ppl who are able to take leadership of some sort over a group of people and twist the narrative to their benefit for whatever they’re gathering for, which can obviously happen in literally any kind of setting

#i really find it hard to believe that ppl who do immoral shit actually believe thats what their god wants or asked for. #like i think cases like that are far and few between #they *know* deep in their heart they're reaching for justifications to abuse other ppl and thats rly it #abusers do this. ppl do this in political spaces. ppl do this with science. ppl do this with conspiracy theories. ppl can decide to crazy #shit from literally nothing i swear its not unique to religion. #and it can be just as hard to rationalize with someone if they're just a stubborn prick who never thinks theyre wrong science or religion #it has a lot more to do with emotions and maturity and peoples pride than it does with religion broadly. imo. #ppl not willing to be swayed by arguments for why their actions are immoral inspite of being taught religiously its fine are 100% doing it #out of pride and an unwillingness to be wrong or see flaws in their actions. which is purely an emotional reaction. not some irrational m #agic woowoo one. #it almost seems like he thinks religious ppl are all robots being fed information with no autonomy of their own like dawg lol #wat #or like they're all dumb and reject science and can never ever think of things from a 'rational' or 'grounded' standpoint #i kinda think he believes religious/spiritual ppl are like. a disease the way he talks about it #or like an addiction ppl just need to 'heal' and essentially get over #like im sorry but theres no way you're gonna be able to exclude religious/spiritual ppl and not hurt them #theres so many cultures and practices and beliefs that have fought so hard to stay alive from colonization n shit and idk. #its just kinda insulting to hear imo when thats the case. cant imagine actually being from a barely surviving religion n hearing that shit #also he kinda seems to have a really christianity informed view that like everyones gods are something above you that has ultimate power #over you or else but like. ive come to the conclusion that my gods are all inside of me in a way? i dont really have this dualistic view of #it nor is it really all that worshippy. all of my actions towards my gods are based on emotions and what feels right outside of their- #interests. i dont see my gods as being so black and white my way or the highway like that? #for me i personally have the philosophy of only 'wroshipping' a god if i genuinely feel some sort of connection or i like them somehow #i do actually see them as my friends sometimes bc i also practice bhakti. i dont do whatever for them out of obligation just like #'this would make my friend happy' and also. idk. in hinduism the gods kinda worship eachother too #because they're friends and they respect eachother and like eachother so they do that sorta thing for eachother. #thats kinda the way i see it. i offer my food bc im sharing my food. etc. i also dont believe people have to directly worship them to gain #their blessings. i think ppl who dont know shit abt them can recieve their blessings. i sure as fuck did i feel. #general gratitiude goes a long way in my experience.

[citrinide]

Mari says I should get a cane with a hidden sword. That would be incredibly awesome so yes.

#this is just like that one ace attorney case except I'm NOT going to die by my own cane woo #cecil.fm #mari.cha #i feel like i just drop the most random ass Nigel lore possible on you guys sometimes #like 'oh yeah I literally live on a ranch' and 'im actively deteriorating' and 'i think about my own death frequently' #that's the Nigel Ellis difference baby 🙏 nowhere else will you be subjected to this kind of random lore about someone #*friends and loved ones frequently get this lore dump. Mari hears me ramble and complain so much. thanks wifey for tolerating me. #will I ever draw myself with literally any of the aids I need? nope I literally dont even draw myself with glasses anymore #Cinnamon can take all of that for me it's fine. wawawa #shapeshifting evidently doesn't remove the excutiating constant pain. sucks to suck Cin.

[nope-body]

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#midterms week is so stressful and for what #also losing my phone Thursday evening and only getting it back this morning meant that my functionality over the weekend plummeted #other issue is that with my fatigue I cannot handle a 3 class day- especially one that doesn’t give me time to rest #by the time I get to my last class on Mondays and Wednesdays I am like half asleep and barely capable of coherent thought #and it is an entirely discussion based class that I have to write an essay for #i have a test for one of my other classes but honestly half of it is 6th grade chemistry and the other half is environmental issues I #learned last semester so I’m not too worried #but there’s no clear prompt for the essay!! and I’m behind on the readings and barely remember classes because I’m so fatigued by the time I #get to the classroom- this isn’t even something that becomes a problem halfway through that class #honestly it usually becomes a problem a bit before my second class ends just because of how that class functions #we do small group discussions every class and I can never hear what people are saying because it’s so loud and there’s like three people who #are just. so. loud. and I can’t hear someone else talking even if they’re literally right next to me #so that saps a ton of energy #I might ask my professor if going forward I can choose to opt in or out of that part due to how much fatigue it causes and how much I #struggle just to understand what someone is saying #I also need to send an email to the ODA because they dropped the ball in a couple different ways in regards to my accommodations and I need #them to fix that. also like. I know the head of the department. we have had multiple conversations since I am the chair of the student #disability group and she is the head of the disability department #I also know multiple people working in the ODA (students) and another person who I specifically can go to if an accommodation is denied #because she will get them to revisit my case (and likely approve the accommodation) #what I’m saying is that I have Connections. but they’re worthless if I don’t know if I’ve been approved or denied an accommodation! #I’ll send them an email. cc the person I met with both this year and last year (who somehow managed to remember me?) and see what happens #one of the issues is that they approved me for an accommodation to use this application and said they’d send me a link to access my account #and they just. never did! like they approved an accommodation and then failed to provide me with said accommodation #and the last thing that the ODA wants is the person in charge of the disability group on campus to decide that they’re not doing a good #enough job because I can cause a huge commotion #I have semi-regularly emailed with one of the assistant deans. I am actively communicating with one of the organizers in our #campus’s student labor advocacy coalition (which I was a part of last year) and they are super experienced in making a big impact about #an issue. I also learned from them last year and we support each other this year so again. Connections #they really don’t want me on their bad side. should I have to threaten my way into getting my accommodations? no but I will as a last resort

[inkskinned]

they don't see it, because it is around them like air. to them, it would have to be through movies, through magazines. they think it happens outside of life, like it must be selected to be interacted with.

but you discovered in the fifth grade that you couldn't wear shirts with words on them, it was an excuse for someone to look at your chest. you were catcalled before you were in middle school. sometimes you look at that memory and deny it - surely that can't be right, you were young. but you were in a skirt, so maybe that was a natural byproduct. it was a skirt from that place "justice by limited too" - a store literally for kids. it was popular around then. you wore that skirt twice and then never again.

you can't wear headphones, because what if a man wants to talk to you? there's a guy on the internet who complains that women shut themselves off from being approached. at night, you often keep the headphones positioned but with the sound off, just in case you need to hear something behind you.

you learned at 12 that you can't make eye contact, don't acknowledge the aggression. just walk faster and hope he picks on somebody else. don't wear your hair like that. do not park next to that kind of car, park an entire cityblock away if you must.

you can't go to the museum, you're sitting and tying your shoe when he approaches you and mentions that nobody understands art anymore. that in the whole world, it's just you-two. you have no recourse for eating a meal (it's rabbit food if it's salad, and someone will roll their eyes, eat a sandwich. it's pick-me behavior if it's a burger, we get it you're a cool girl). if you like mushrooms you are cottagecore, which is cheesy. if you like video games you're an egirl (similar to a pick-me). boys do not get categories, but if you point out the categories are sexist, you are told okay but these girls really exist.

it is somehow developing, a little undercurrent that you've been uncomfortable with. the nickname "karen" went from being "a white woman that uses her whiteness as a weapon, particularly against people of color," to now mean "any woman raising her voice or being even a little upset." the reappropriation of a term used specifically to call out white women for their racism has set your skin on edge. now it is just another version of "bitch," one that can be said on television. recently you saw a woman get called a karen because a drunk driver sideswiped her, and she screamed when it happened. the comments on the dashcam video all say "why do women always scream about everything." "when has the world ever been bettered by women screaming." "this fucking karen. she deserved to get hit."

in the sitcom, it's a joke that the wife is furious; slamming her hands down into the sink. i do everything around here, might as well do this too. in your house, your father is always in-his-office. before you know better, your first boyfriend is the type to say it's just easier for you. you used to beg him to take you on dates. he used to make a big deal about it, about the sacrifice of effort, even if you were the one who did most of the planning.

someone on the internet makes a "POV: the most boring person you've ever met" where he puts a towel on his head and just talks like a normal person. his impression of a boring woman is just a woman that is talking about her pretty-average life without exaggeration.

you are sometimes actually sad in the reverse, because actually you did used to struggle to pay attention in conversations. you were also easily bored of normal things, your adhd pinging off of every radio tower in the vacinity. it took time and therapy and patience, and now you delight in the small things about your friends. you like having them show you their organizational systems and talk about their taylor swift tickets. you are entertained by them because you learned to be, even though your brain is structured to only be excited by novelty. you kind of hate the idea that the reason your father will never actually pay attention to you is that you're no longer interesting. eventually the shine wore off, and you were just a person, not a spaceship. he never learned how to just, like, form an actual intimate friendship. it was always at a distance, this sense - emotional closeness was too much. (and yes. he's homophobic).

you're already tired of whatever the fuck is happening with the words "divine feminine", a rancid take that is basically just a rebranding of the patriarchy in action. what the fuck do they mean "being small and delicate and needing protection" is feminine. the words they are looking for are that they want a partner, not that their desire for equivalent support is relegated to gender. the human desire for community is not actually gendered at all. also, what fucking wolves are these "divine masculine" men even battling. fuckken taxes? shouldn't their "desire to protect" also mean "protect you from emotional neglect", or are all emotions off-limits (and how sad would that be. that's a horrible bar to set.)

and they tell you it's really not bad actually, because it's just there. they suggest you get off the internet or you stop reading that book or you stop thinking so hard about the movie or you stop just-being-a-feminist because honestly it's a killjoy sort of thing and then you tilt your head to the side and there's that little siren in the back of your head. if things were actually fine, being a feminist wouldn't put a stop to anything, it would go completely unnoticed, because you wouldn't have any comment to make about any of this

but you are ruining your own life, they tell you. also, girls don't sit like that. also, all girls are catty. also, all girls are bad drivers. also, all girls just need a cute bracelet and an iced coffee.

you do like iced coffee, is the thing. when you close your eyes, the world around you has this strange note to it. and once you hear it, it never stops ringing.

#writeblr #this is far too long #sjw bullshit #idk i MEANT to write about somethng else completely and if i have time i will #about like . how if ur gay this is even more obvious #bc they like. hi ur 3 now where is ur boyfriend #and ur like. :) good news mother i have activated the lasers in my plush dog and he is dancing in the guts of my barbie

[kissohee]

We had first time with virgen!anton...

Can we have a little shot of their first time having that heating makeout session?? Pls.

virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 992 ☆ one-shot mdni! warnings; anton gets a boner, male masturbation, quite literally uses the same dialogue from the full fic, written in antons pov read full fic here! a/n; sure! i kind of loved writing that small part too sooo ^^

There was nothing Anton loved more than to kiss you. He was sure it was because he was just so in love with you. And although the kisses were very short and sweet, they meant the world to him.

So of course when you're kissing him longer than usual, he swears he could fly. Every time you pull away to get ahold of your breath, he's pulling you back in for more. It was like there were magnets inside your lips that he just couldn't stop attracting to. He knew the kiss got more suggestive when you moved to sit on his lap without pulling apart, your hands moving to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue desperate in his mouth, mixing your spit together. His fingers slightly grazing your breasts, but not daring to touch them in case it wasn't what you wanted. He remembers someone mentioning to him about hickies once, and he absolutely loved the idea of his marks on you. So he slowly broke your kiss, leaving pecks down your jaw and onto your neck. You gripped his shoulders as he explored your skin, sucking on spots in hopes to leave a bruise, but not hard enough to hurt you in any way. It wasn't until he felt your grip harden when his lips touched a certain spot, where he softly took the skin between his teeth. The sound that came out of you so melodic to his ears. He needed to hear more of you. His lips traveled down to your chest, focusing on mainly your collarbones. When you said his name, he thought he had gone to far. It wasn't a moan, but more of you genuinely trying to get his attention. He stopped to look at you, your eyes however traveled down to his crotch. Scared to glance at it too, he finally felt it. His cock throbbed against the sweats he was wearing. Fuck. Without thinking, he removed you from his lap, placing his hands on top so you couldn't look anymore. "Oh my god.." Your eyes never leaving the bulge, Anton swears he's gonna faint. "I'm so sorry.." His voice decreasing to a whisper. "Why are you sorry?" Your attempt to not laugh went unnoticed by him, his focus everywhere else. His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." He was already hooking his legs off your bed, reading to get up and leave. But he felt your arms wrap around him in an attempt to comfort him, "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." That did not comfort him. There were many times in Anton's life where he felt embarrassment, but this one was by far the worst. Neither of you moved, he couldn't move. He felt frozen. He tried making himself feel better by reminding himself that you love him, and you've already expressed that you aren't disgusted. But still, your words don't take him back in time to avoid the situation. Despite the fact that he physically couldn't move, he felt his cock twitch. He should leave and go home, but then that means he'd have to go out in public like this. His desired solution would just be to die. But then at his funeral someone would have to bring up that he 'Died from embarrassment after popping a boner under his girlfriend.' Anton swears he was fighting demons in his head until he decided to just suck it up and jerk one off. "The.. Your.. Bathroom.." He stumbles over his words before leaving your room and heading to your bathroom in a hurry. If he's quick, he could just pretend he really needed to shit.

Leaning against a bare wall, he lowered all articles of clothing between him and his cock, his hand softly tugging on it while he bit on his index finger on his other hand. The feeling of his hand wrapped around his cock had him biting down slightly harder on his finger. His mind wandered back to the situation, to you. How much better you would feel than his hand right now. He tightened his hand to mimic your hand, which was much smaller than his. Was he a terrible person for imagining you, despite the fact that you were dating him? He wasn't sure, and he sure didn't care enough to stop and think. "Anton?" Fuck. "Are you okay?" Fuck fuck fuck. "On-one second!" He heard your footsteps walk back to what he assumed was your room after you acknowledged it. He was too busy to bother with his finger again, so he let quiet moans slip from his mouth. He didn't think they were loud enough for you to hear, especially considering your room wasn't too close to the bathroom. He's never felt so much sensation from his had before, which just drew even more moans from him. He was so close, he could feel it. His head couldn't catch up with his cock, as his cum covered his hand, hips twitching while it was released. He took his lip between his teeth so he could contain any louder moans than he ones he had already let out. When the bathroom finally stopped spinning, he cleaned himself up with urgency. How long has he been in here? He wasn't sure, but what he does know is that it was much longer than he had hoped. He quickly washed his hands, praying to avoid any awkwardness when he opened the door. He found you sitting on your bed, chewing on the sides of your cheeks as your eyes traveled everywhere but on him. "Walls are thin 'Ton..." This was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to him. There was absolutely no way Anton could ever face you ever again.

this was small and not really detailed but still 😭 - 🐠

#𐙚 anonies #riize smut #anton smut #anton x reader #riize x reader #𐙚 riize talk

[junicult]

first, i am in absolute love with all ur posts and works—second, could you do headcannons of the bachelors when they get jealous?? could be smutty or sweet literally anything u give is amazing

!! how the bachelors act when they’re jealous

contains ; sfw! established relationships! farmer is noted to be outgoing / social. mostly fluff, but not intended to be fluff. majority of these take place in the city.

note ; i do love man that can get a little jealous. anon i love u ur gassing me up🤭

harvey.

- overthinker ™️

- he’s his own devil on his shoulder.

- no matter what, he’s secure in his relationship. he knows you love him, and he knows you’d never even think about cheating on him.

- he literally remembers every single compliment you give him. he’ll just randomly think of when you told him his mustache looked especially neat one day like months ago, and smile.

- but there’s always that little shadow of doubt that appears every now and then.

- it more commonly happens after you’ve had an argument of some sort.

- he’s not insecure in your very committed relationship by any means, i’m not saying that any little argument he’ll just believe you don’t love him anymore & want to be with someone else.

- i’m just saying there’s always that thought that crosses his mind, and manifests quicker then he can push it away.

- i feel like one of his worst habits is that he needs to be reassured quite often.

- doesn’t have to be major, just an “i love you” will suffice.

- so if you don’t clear the air right away, he accidentally gives himself time to 🥁🥁🥁overthink!

- “i need to finish working, we’ll talk about this later.”and you close the door before you have time to resolve it—it leaves those few hours to be a living hell for him.

- the jealousy doesn’t creep in unless he actually sees it, or hears about it.

- he’s too mature for that.

- his mind doesn’t automatically go to, “she’s cheating on me!” when you talk about another guy or whatever.

- it’s more or less if he hears about him a little too much, or sees the two of you alone together.

- but knowing him he’ll never bring it up.

- he’ll bottle it inside if he feels it’s not worth it.

- or unless he’s given an opportunity 😊

- you’re laughing, wrapping up your day as usual, just talking to each other, “oh, and he made the funniest joke the other day—“

- “he is funny. i didn’t realize you two were friends,” he laughs stiffly, keeping his eyes on the plate of food in front of him.

- “yeah, well, he needed advice on a couple plants he has in his shack, so i helped him out a bit.��� you smile innocently, because it really was innocent.

- he pauses mid chew, shooting you a glance.

- “i see…you’ve been in his house?” he clears his throat a little.

- you just blink at him for a second, before you have to purse a smile. “only a couple times. haven’t you?”

- “…yeah. i guess so.”

- u could practically see the thoughts in his mind. he really does go to the worst case scenario.

- you giggle, gently kicking his shoe under the table and leaning in to hold his hand. “aw, don’t do that. you know you’re the only one for me.”

- now he’s able to look at you, even smile. because really that’s how easy it is to clear the air for him.

- well, he might need a kiss or two.

sam.

- ignorance is bliss for this man.

- the longer you two have been together, the more and more oblivious he gets to affection from others.

- especially when u live in a town as small as this one😭😭

- if you two went out of town or something, let’s say for one of his concerts—he literally wouldn’t think the girl that’s flirting so hard with him was even flirting with him. he’d just think she was a rly big fan LMFAO

- which has been the cause of a couple arguments between you two dare i say, but he means well.

- he’s the most secure out of all of them i think.

- when you’re in town, his mind just kinda goes to ‘everyone knows we’re in love so they wouldn’t even try.’

- and he knows you wouldn’t either. it’s not even something he has worried about before.

- he really doesn’t get jealous i think. it’s so unbelievably rare it’d get to the point where he’s actually upset about it.

- he’ll doesn’t think twice when he leaves you and sebastian alone together.

- i think it’s really sweet how much he believes in the two of you.

- i feel like the only reason he’d ever get jealous, is because he finds you’re spending more time with someone else besides him.

- not even a another guy, just a person😭

- like let’s say you’ve just been around vincent a lot, especially since he’s grown so much of a liking to you.

- so every time you come over to see sam, you end up spending time with his little brother instead.

- not even intentionally, it’s just cute to see how excited he gets to see you, and you like hearing the things he has to say,

- “and penny’s teaching us cursive! cool, right?” he grins, showing his handwriting that definitely isn’t intelligible but you still smile and congratulate him instead.

- so you just end up preoccupied with vincent more then you even realize.

- because of this, you entirely miss the way sam’s all uncharacteristically quiet beside you, just watching his little brother take up your time together.

- although he loves to see how close you are with his family, he’s still pouting.

- it isn’t until vincent has to leave for school, or something other, when he’s finally able to get your attention.

- “so you finally have time for me, i see.” he hums, pettiness dripping from his tongue, arms crossed.

- you furrow your brows, mimicking his stance. “i’m sorry?”

- sam isn’t the type to pick a fight out of nowhere. i feel like, for him to actually get angry or upset at something, it’s have to be serious.

- and this just wasn’t serious enough for him to encourage a bad mood, so he merely gives you a side-eyed glance before he unfolds his arms.

- “you know…you’ve just…been a little busy…’tis all…” he looks down at his shirt like he’s all embarrassed.

- “please, are you upset that i was spending time with your brother?”

- “…well not anymore…”

- he can get over it fast. promise you, within minutes he’s all over you, kissing and hugging you like nothing even happened.

shane.

- 😭😭

- similar to harvey in the sense that, he needs to be reassured a lot. (bold and italicized)

- tell him, kiss him, hug him, whatever it is. multiple times a day.

- he trusts you, but he doesn’t trust very many else.

- he knows the other bachelors let out a literal sigh on ur wedding day. he knows they all want u🤷‍♀️

- which, for the most part, makes him feel soooo cocky. he likes knowing the woman everyone wants fell in love with him of all people.

- during festivals, and gatherings at the saloon, he pretty much likes to stay attached at the hip.

- wraps his arm around you, resting at your waist while you’re both having two separate conversations (more like you’re talking and he’s just beside you).

- he gets a little clingy around the guys that he knows are into you.

- he’s gotta show them what they don’t have🤷‍♀️

- it’s kinda funny cus he’s not being subtle at all, and instead of outright bringing it up in front of other people, you’ll give him a slow glance, and he’s just smirking.

- that’s only because you’ve totally brought it up before in private.

- “you know we’re married, right?” you snort, going to tug on the pendant around his neck.

- “hey, that doesn’t stop some guys.”

- “well it stops me. i fell in love with you, not them.”

- he grins when he hears that. “s’true. but you’ve gotta see the way they look at you—“

- “and let them look. doesn’t mean they’ll get anything out of it.”

- he has to admit, he does kinda like knowing they can look but can’t touch—and he gets to do both.

- when he gets jealous, it’s all because someone is spending a little too much time talking to you.

- he’s a tad fragile.

- when he sees one of the guys talking with you, he’ll glance over a couple times, making sure the body language stays casual n stuff.

- last thing he’d want (for you) is to cause a scene.

- but if he were to look over, and you were still talking with the same guy for a while, that’s when he’d start to frown.

- what makes alex so interesting? what’s he got to talk about that’s better then shane?

- he is soooo fucking petty. to the guy that was hitting on you, and you.

- “miss your boyfriend?” after you’ve left and are you’re walking home.

- your expression turns to disgust. “what?”

- “oh i dunno…just, you and alex seemed to have a lot to talk about.”

- “don’t start.”

- “you’re being awfully dismissive—“

- those are the fights you have.

- immature😭😭

- if the argument gets heated, you’ll both probably limit each other to the silent treatment 💀💀

- no matter how stubborn he is, though, he hates not being able to joke with you more.

- eventually he’ll find it unbearable, and he’ll come up to you with a look only he gives you.

- eyes soft, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and resting his chin. “i’m sorry baby, i know i can get pretty jealous. i’ll work on it, okay?”

- he knows you’ve forgiven him when you turn to look him in the eyes, smiling at his affections. “good. you don’t have any reason to be, i promise.”

- and he’s suddenly the luckiest man in the world when you cup your hand around his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss he’ll never fail to melt into.

sebastian.

- he gets jealous. lol.

- it’s definitely his worst trait, because yes he trusts you, but he still might think you’re doing the wrong.

- you’re way more social then him, that’s a fact.

- you talk to people every day that he hasn’t even spoken with in months. he’s always just a little on edge.

- that cloud of doubt always tells him you can do better, he doesn’t deserve you. but you’re good at reassuring him, so it makes it easier.

- not to say his jealousy doesn’t get a little annoying.

- at the start of your relationship, it probably made u roll ur eyes a little lmfao

- ur casually talking to sam, literally just listening to whatever he’s rambling about, and sebastian’s nearby with a frown on his face.

- “what were you guys talking about? should i be worried?” he crosses his arms when you walk towards him.

- as if sam would even think to do that to his best friend.

- honestly, the best way to get him to realize it would be to lay it on thick.

- “stop it, your overthinking is exhausting the both of us. you need to get better with that, or this won’t work out.”

- he might be a little upset at your bluntness, but pretty soon he’ll come around. you have a point, and he realizes that.

- so afterwards he’ll tone it down.

- he still has moments where he gets a little tense if you’re giving guys gifts, or talking to them for a while during festivals and things—but he knows it’s just your personality.

- you’re not even flirting, and if they would, you knew to shut it down.

- once he got better at controlling it, you guys thrived. cus really, that’s the only thing you guys would argue about.

- i don’t think he likes pda.

- like, at all.

- but you guys have a little routine when you’re in public to reassure him.

- if he’s standing next to you, not mingling because his social battery is out, & he doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation you’re having,

- it’s with a guy, but he’s been with you long enough to not get upset over the little things,

- you’ll just reach out, and give his hand a little squeeze to reassure him you’re still with him (if that makes sense.)

- like, yes you’re focused on the conversation you’re having, but you’re still thinking about him in the back of your mind, so you want to silently show that everything’s fine.

- after years of dating, and when ur married, his thoughts of jealousy pretty much go away.

- despite you being the only person he spends time with on a daily basis, he trusts you at this point. he should’ve from the very beginning, and he definitely feels guilty about it every once in a while.

- but now he understands you don’t give him any reason to feel jealous.

- just talking to someone doesn’t mean you’re intending to cheat on ur partner.

- he’s a bit stubborn, although i think it’s sweet to think he’s given you a heartfelt apology about it.

- “i’m sorry for not trusting you. i know you love me, and i love you too.” with a little kiss on the cheek.

alex.

- he doesn’t really get jealous.

-…if anything, i feel like it’d be the other way around.

- his ego is skyrocketed😭😭 he thinks very highly of himself, and yes that’s a good thing, but omfg can it be so annoying.

- don’t get me wrong, he thinks very highly of you as well. sometimes he thinks you’re too good for him, honestly.

- but when you’re both out together, he kinda loves when he looks over to see some guy trying to talk you up.

- he’s not insecure in the slightest. he’d be devastated if you did cheat, but with his ego he just kinda thinks it’d be your loss LMFAO.

- what makes it even better is when you have a little scowl on your face, leaning away and dismissing the stranger to go find him.

- don’t get me wrong tho, he’ll always step in if he sees someone overstepping boundaries.

- anyways, when it comes to whenever you guys are together in town, he’s touchy.

- he does not fear pda😭😭

- he’ll be all up on you if you’d let him. he loves letting everyone know you’re in a relationship.

- so he’s not even given any opportunity to get jealous.

- i’m serious. if you guys go out somewhere together, for example a gridball game he invited you to, he’s not leaving your side in general.

- but while you’re still trying to find your seats, you end up sitting next to a guy that’s clearly checking you out.

- “is this seat taken?” you ask, purely out of politeness before sitting down, and it’s obvious that this stranger is excited you’re sitting next to him.

- and if alex sees the small smirk on his face, he’s instantly swinging his arm around you, speaking loud enough to turn a couple heads, “these are great seats babe! we can see everything!” and pressing a kiss to your temple.

- throughout the rest of the game, the stranger keeps finding chances to say a few things to you, all of which has alex involving himself in your conversations.

- trust me, he’s making a grand show of how you’re not single.

- leaving his arm around your shoulders the entire time, kissing you and your cheek.

- and after the team scores, he’s pulling you close after cheering, speaking loud enough for the guy to hear, “you’re their good luck charm, baby!”

- he’s full of one liners like that the entire night, each of which make you roll your eyes.

- “i know what you’re doing,” you tease, despite not doing / saying anything to stop him cus…honestly it’s so attractive how much he’ll fight for you.

- he just smirks, tossing a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth, “oh, you love it.”

- and that you do.

elliott.

- he’s also not the type to get jealous.

- or well, he doesn’t let it get to his head.

- his communication is too perfect.

- he’s not fragile enough to pout if you’re just talking to another guy. i think what he likes most about you is how welcoming you are.

- you’ll talk to anyone and everyone, and he definitely admires that about you.

- which is why i don’t think he’d think twice if he saw you talking with one of the other bachelors. you’re just striking conversation, getting to know everyone a little more.

- even then, you always tell him about it when you’re recapping your day.

- “oh, and then i dropped off one of the items shane requested today, got a nice chunk of change for that—“

- there’s nothing he needs to be jealous about. you’ve made it clear, and so has he.

- now being protective…that’s another story.

- he’s the perfect amount of protective.

- in general, he doesn’t look very intimidating. but he tries his best to make you feel secure if you’re out in public, and a guy keeps hitting on you.

- he knows you can handle yourself…i mean, ur the one who carries around a sword the majority of the time lmfao.

- but if it ever gets to the point where you’ve repeatedly shown disinterest, yet the guy won’t let up, he can step in.

- he’s so casual about it, swooping in by your side, sliding his arm around your waist.

- “you ready to go, honey? i called us a cab,” and he won’t even address the guy at all.

- “hey, we were in the middle of a conversation?”

- then he turns to him, gives him a bored once-over, before shrugging, “i don’t really think she wanted to talk to you, anyways.”

- whether the guy wants to press further is his own problem, because he’s hardly paying attention to what he’s trying to say.

- once you’re out of earshot and he’s finally let you go, he tugs you closer.

- “i’m glad you’re okay. sorry he wouldn’t leave you alone.”

- he’s so sweet you can’t help but smile, “don’t worry about it. thank you.” and he’s kissing your cheek, before actually hailing a cab.

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ headcanons #me dropping this after not posting for a month😊😊 #again i’m so sorry u guys please forgive me😞😓 #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv sam #sdv sam x farmer #sdv sam x reader #sdv shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #sam x farmer #shane x farmer #sdv shane #sdv alex x farmer #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex #alex x farmer #sdv sebastian #sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv elliott #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliot x reader #elliott x farmer

[kunikuma]

patch 1.2 // “hey, heard you like these, bought you like 8 boxes of ‘em.“ 🥭

relationship | streamer!kuni x gn!reader

synopsis | after bestowing fruit to you the other day, kunikuzushi was alone in a grocery store with the shopping list. and he’s at the produce section. 1v1: kuni vs his innate desire to make sure youre fed and happy. content | fluff cw | swearing i make a lube joke oops, and it seems like he roasts u for makeup and money but nawr. not the case. a/n | soft and domestic house husband scara is cute and i couldnt help myself. eek. an excuse for me to write kuni shopping, and being cute.

♡ patch 1.1 // masterlist for kuni’s patch notes — ✧ !

it was not grocery shopping day, but the two of you could have planned your last run better.

alas, the two of you didn't. so on his off-day, the irritated streamer found himself lacing up his shoes and heading out in the rain to get a few missing ingredients for dinner. unfortunately, to his partially concealed displeasure, you were busy streaming a new game to your community, so you had to opt out of ‘yay, quality time!’

he did click his tongue and turned away from you when he heard that earlier.

upon announcing he was missing a few things and needed to head to the local grocery store, you pouted and said you had 'felt sooo bad' and woefully wiped an imaginary tear... grieving that you couldn’t help with the shopping and you were ‘stuck at home doing suuuch boring things’. 

he had merely scoffed and waved you off, commenting that he could handle shopping by himself while you entertained your community. besides, based on personal experience, you'd just drag him down a random aisle and spend extra money, anyways. probably buy some random room decor that clashed with his apartment's vibe. 

he’s thinking about the eyesore plushies you put on his couch.

kunikuzushi was the one who liked curating the grocery list for each night’s dinners, neatly crossing off each item as he dropped them into the silver cart at the market. he just… happened to forget a few things this week. not his fault; probably yours, if he had to surmise. 

these days, the two of you had a shared note on each person’s phone where someone listed their desired items. you had started it after you complained there wasn’t enough room to write your items on his sticky notes. pursing his lips, he could hear your complaints even now as he walked through the overly white fluorescent lighting in the store.

‘kuni, the little cat picture in the corner is cute, but it literally takes up a quarter of the damn note. get with the times, grandpa. check this shit out—‘

while kunikuzushi preferred walking into stores with a pen he had stolen from his mother's office and a sticky note crumpled in his back pocket, he had to begrudgingly admit the electronic approach made things a lot easier ever since you moved into his apartment. another mouth to feed and suddenly, his little slip of paper wasn’t sufficient when you started annoyingly mixing your spam texts with pleas for snacks on the way home. or scrawling over his items with your own chicken scratch.

his neatly manicured thumb scrolled through his notes before pulling it up. when he pulled up the note again to mark ‘garlic’ off the list, he squinted as he scanned for what else he needed for the evening. fortunately, he had half the mind to check the pantry and fridge before heading out, so most of the produce was accounted for.  

he had already gotten your snacks and shampoo. the conniving young man debated on grabbing you a garbage shampoo brand but decided against it, deeming it unworthy of a few bucks for the joke. 

...he tossed in your joke item for the fun of it. 

navigating the cart through the store, he finds himself in the seafood section, peering into the cold, open fridges to find a rosy-toned fish. he hums to himself as he scans the various styrofoam-packed salmons, eyeing the price tags on each of them. god, the economy was horrid-

dully, he mulls over how expensive everything was getting and he grumbles to himself about how seafood couldn’t be on the menu as often as before. unless you were willing to chip in with the cash. or if he was willing to drop a quick ‘hello’ to his mother; he’s sure she’d scramble a few hundred his way. he rolled his eyes at the thought of him mom shoving money into his account, thinking that was the way to rekindle their relationship.

anyways. seafood. dogshit economy.

feedin’ for two or whatever. 

well, not in that sense.

“...do they even want salmon?’ he wonders as he paws through the pile of sealed fish to find a smaller fillet for the two of you. leftovers were always welcomed, but he'd get tired of leftovers after a few nights in a row. while he wasn’t entirely sure if you’d like fish tonight, he knew who did:

him.

so, tonight was salmon since you weren’t there to stop him. sucks to suck; maybe don’t stream. maybe. maybe cook your own food? 

he’s kidding. sorta.

with mild delight, the pleased young man grabbed a fillet of skinless salmon and gently placed it into his cart as he scanned the aisle markers to find the beauty section. as he rolls his cart into the aisle, the indigo-haired male was greeted with various brands of drugstore makeup. as his eyes scan for the familiar packaging of your cosmetics, he scoffs at the shoddy selection. 

the wall of eye products was messily kept and a lot of the sections were not even in stock.

“intentionally using cheap makeup for such a delicate and pretty part of your face?” he mutters, spinning and catching his phone in his hand. he trails over and squats in front of the brand you like, but frowns as he notices even your eyeliner was out of stock. in the back of his mind, he could hear your jabs about him being a rich brat and buying overpriced black and red liner.

kunikuzushi would only huff in response every time, fully knowing he’d get to tease you harder when you’d both get caught in the rain and only your makeup was smudged and melting. while you’d whine at him, he’d only smirk as he used a tissue to tidy your face up. holding your cheek in his hand, you’d pout at him and he’d briskly tut at you, commenting about how ‘you’re being quite the brat, don’t you think?’

truthfully, he wasn't judging you for using what worked within your budget. he just found it irking you didn't want to accept his offers to supply you with something he thought worked infinitely better. last month, he had nonchalantly left a fresh tube on his dresser near your jewelry. when he saw both your jewelry and the tube missing, he walked to the bathroom in hopes of finding you prepping for the day. when he coughed and leaned against the doorframe, you whipped around. with a sheepish stare, you tossed it back to him, only for him catch it and dryly comment that he conveniently ‘received an extra in the mail’ and ‘you were welcome to have it, seeing that you already tainted it with your germs’ as he twirled the liner back in your direction.

he knew you liked it, noting that you were reaching for it (and not your old one) when you wanted to accentuate your eyes for the day. seeing that you went back to requesting your old tube of tar, he figured you were too shy to ask him for more or didn't want to spend the extra cash. 

in the corner of his eye, he could see himself beaming slightly in the small mirror riddled with lipstick and nail polish swatches; with your choice actually out of stock, he didn't have to come up with an excuse for failing to buy it. 

“...just let me spoil you for once,” he swallows thickly to himself as he rises from his squatted position and heads off for the last item on his list. as he exits the aisle, cursing when the cart squeaked as he navigated left, he fiddles on his phone to let you know your makeup was a no-go. he rolls his eyes at your message of ‘booo, lame. get there faster next time 🤡!’

kunikuzushi huffs and pockets his phone, the old sticky note crinkling deep inside.

in the produce section, the young man was strolling through the rows of vibrant fruits and vegetables. inspired by recent events with a knife and fruit, he had one thing in mind and one thing left on the list.

he stops right in front of a small six-pack of mangoes and clicks his tongue when he notes the lack of options.

even these were out of stock today?

gruffly, his eyes dart around the area, checking to see if he could find the familiar cardboard box containing at least twenty-four mangos. that big box of mangoes would sit peacefully on the pantry floor while nearly ripe ones were transferred to the fruit bowl until they were fully ready for munching… and kunikuzushi was quite good at knowing exactly when that was.

“are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he hisses as he lifts the plastic packaging high above his stature to examine the six mangoes for bruising. as he rotates the plastic casing, he squints at the cute stickers riddling the skin, “organic, too? i know damn well these plump shits are not organic,” he clicks his tongue in irritation when he notices the group he was holding was so verdant; upon glancing at the others, he realized they were all green and unripe, but at least at various degrees.

irritated, he growls lowly as he plops the plastic packaging of overly green mangos into his cart, dutifully separating them from the salmon. the pack sat right where a baby would’ve sat. he ignores the amused stare of a produce stocker nearby. 

but…

he eyes another pack.

‘normally, i’d buy that large box of them… six isn’t enough,’ he mulls over, leaning against the handle of the cart, wheeling it back and forth.

since you streamed a few times a week, and he enjoyed was forced to give you snacks, six honey mangoes would not last for the two of you. especially since he liked having some fruit as dessert. while kunikuzushi’s track record for cutting ripe fruit was damn near perfect, the occasional bitter surprise would find its way onto your desk midstream and he’d snatch it back for himself when he'd see a slight grimace grace your visage.

give him five minutes and you’ll find a plate of freshly cut and sweet fruit on your desk. turn around and you’ll find kunikuzushi idly scrolling on his phone, nibbling on the bitter pieces without complaint.

he snatches another set and sets them gently into baby seat of the cart.

but twelve is still obviously not twenty-four.

he stood there, thinking admittedly a little too intensely about this as he impatiently tapped his foot against the linoleum floor.

doing the math…

taking into account the number of days you both streamed and how many meals he’d like to have fruit with…

how many potential bitter ones ruining his record...

his amethyst eyes narrow as he glowers at another set innocently sitting at the top of the pile.

“oho, welcome back! let me help you,” you cheered as he grunted and stepped through the door with every single plastic bag in his arms. you tutted as you removed a bag one by one from his arms, rubbing the reddening and marred skin. as you relieved him of the purchases, you tsked at his lightly soaked shirt from the rain, bounding over to the kitchen to explain you also just ended your stream. kunikuzushi only nodded now and then as you hummed to him what you and your chat had done today. a nod or scoff pointed in your direction, depending on the information you were sharing as he dried himself off.

“... could you believe that? her boyfriend left her,” you start, talking about insider knowledge about other streamers in the community. if kunikuzushi was a dog, you’d know his ears would’ve flicked with excitement at the sound of gossip, “and she…”

as you babbled on and on about some streamer’s current relationship status, you stowed away the lemons, but quickly took them out after remembering your boyfriend would need them soon. you turned with a twirl as you plopped them onto the counter near the sink, looking for the next item to store. in one of the bags, you spotted a small plastic container. your eyebrow quirked at the salacious joke item he actually bought, but you pocketed the little tube without a word.

kunikuzushi’s calm voice cut through your thoughts. 

“put those in the pantry, will you?”

you glanced at the man rinsing the tomatoes in the sink, his back remained turned away from you. the shoulders of his shirt were still slightly moist from the rain and the hair at the nape of his neck seemed to stick to his skin. knowing him, he was probably ready to toss the shirt off to cease the uncomfortable sensation.

you had caught the quick nod in the direction of the tiled floor. your eyes floated on down and–

“holy shit.”

your eyes widened at the stack, no, the army of green fruit on the tiled floor, “kuni, what? why…did you buy like, forty mangoes?” you squatted down near the and gawked at the back of his head. you quickly started counting the number of packages, but he cut you off.

he snorts at the sink as he rubs the red skin of a tomato under running water, “forty-two of them, idiot,” he corrects, dropping the red-rubied produce onto the drying rack. his slender back was still turned away from you as he grabs the lemons you placed on the counter. the busied man clearly had no issue with his purchase as he continued to scrub the produce as you stared from the floor. 

before you could jab back at him at the sheer absurdity of it all, he finally continues, “i’d say it’s a good idea. we stream for a total of six times per week; more, if we feel generous. i eat fruit daily. unfortunately, not all mangoes… cooperate,” he mutters that last part tersely, “so, statistically, that ruins my efficacy; i might eat more than one or two a day.”

as you stare at him, the sound of running water fills the silence. you rest one of your hands on your hip as you listen to him explain his rationale.

kunikuzushi murmurs slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “they are at various stages of ripeness if you’re concerned that we won’t finish them all,” he reasons quietly. he grabs a plush towel to dry his hands, but as he turns and slides his jewelry back onto his digits, he freezes upon seeing your amused gaze and teasing grin. your posture told him all he needed to know that an onslaught of teasing was coming and he sighed and crossed his arms. he pursed his lips, waiting.

you coo at him as you round the table, giddily placing your hands on his shoulders. the streamer glowers as heat rushes to his ears as he barks out, “what? is there an issue with my logic? i’m not wrong with my math.” 

you squeeze his shoulders gently as you laugh freely, drumming your fingers against the moist fabric. “your math checks out. i’m just… surprised you bought… well, forty-two of them,” you admit, your head craning to the small tower of them. the green gradient was evidence of kunikuzushi’s careful consideration; the bottom-most set was the greenest, with the top being closer to yellow. oh, he definitely thought long and hard about this at the market. 

oh, he was so cute for that…

“you liked them the other day,” he uttered plainly as his eyes wander to look at anything other than your teasing smile, “so, i’m just doing you a favor.” 

he notes that he was staring at his couch riddled with your plushies in the other room, but he was still able to see the hearts in your eyes as he spoke. he coughs and one of his hands darts to his mouth to cover the smile threatening to rip his face in half when he sees how touched you were over a simple act of just… buying you fruits. he could also see a slight warmth flooding your face, but unlike you, he had the strength to refrain from teasing someone for that.

he’s lying, by the way. he’s just too embarrassed.

…was it really that big of a deal though? he didn’t think so.

he just wanted you to be healthy with him.

you pat his cheek before kissing him on his crinkled forehead. he sputters, but you ignore his flustered huff and swat in your direction. you trot back to the tower of fruits, “you know, people usually just say ‘i love you’. you’re an odd one, kunikuzushi,” you coyly stick your tongue out at him before hoisting everything up. he hastily steps over and grabs the top three, muttering about how ‘you’re going to drop them on your feet—’

‘odd, but so very endearing,’ you think to yourself as you readjust your grip.

the young man rolls his eyes as the two of you meander to the pantry. as you open the pantry door, he debates on if he wanted to offer a potential reason for buying as much sweets as he did. he had thought about it before… kunikuzushi was a little stuck, if he had to be honest. logically, next time the two of you go shopping, he could just buy less to avoid your half-hearted teasing and just go to the store again the following week. but something painfully nostalgic tugged at the back of his mind when he hobbled through the front door earlier and watched you rush to him to relieve him of the heavy bags. he gnawed on his inner cheeks as he felt his cheeks bloom.

“auntie—” he clears his throat once again as a flush rushed up his neck, “—aunt makoto would buy me a lot of fruit growing up. and she’d cut them into shapes…” he trails off, impatiently waiting for you to make room on the floor for the abundance of produce. you hum, nodding as you recalled him bringing up his lovely late aunt in the past. a sweetheart who made her mark during his early life.

you place the first three sets on the floor; the only sound filling the apartment now was the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the ticking clock, along with the rustle and crinkle of the plastic as you set the packages down. he tsks at your crouched form, hating your lack of effortful response to such a vulnerable statement. “…if you didn’t want me to feed you, just say so—“

“—never said that!” you chirp from the floor.

as you turn to grab the next three, you surprise him by hopping up to peck him on the lips; he scowls before folding his arms with a huff. with a pleased laugh that rang prettily in his ears, you gripped the clear containers and squatted down once more to neatly set the fruits on the floor. your gentle approach was to prevent any unnecessary jostling and subsequent bruising to kunikuzushi’s little gifts. near the set of three, you note the small box of mandarins ready to be transferred to the fruit bowl.

from the corner of your eyes, you can see his socked feet take a tentative step closer. you assumed it was because he had noticed the orange sweets needing to be relocated, but as you right yourself up, he hesitantly wraps his arms around your stomach and presses his face against your warm back, releasing an embarrassed and nearly silent, shuddered exhale. deciding you teased him enough for today, you placed your hands on his and refrained from poking any more fun at his delicate ego. unbeknownst to you, you both closed yours eyes and as he relaxes, taking in your warmth and scent.

behind his eyelids and deep within his mind, he could almost perfectly replay his aunt happily bursting through his childhood home’s front door, a sparkle in her eye as she showed off all of the melons and cakes she had bought him. auntie makoto would have angry, scarlet lines from the heavy bags digging into her beautiful skin as she set the gifts down; her beautiful voice rang clear as she excitedly cooed at him to distract him from her discomfort. he remembered he’d rush over to bring one bag to the kitchen because that was all he could manage at the time.

his wonderful aunt would eagerly lift him into the kitchen and plop him onto the chair pressed against the counter so he could watch her prep his favorites. starry-eyed, he’d clap over every star and heart-shaped watermelon she fed him. she always fed him the sweetest pieces of melon and smudged frosting onto his nose as they laughed together in the big, cold kitchen.

it had been awhile since he’d come to enjoy such decadent and sugary treats, as those memories and flavors had only morphed into something more bittersweet over the years.

in your grasp, you could feel his hands easing as he releases a content sigh.

after a few more seconds of peaceful silence, he was phasing back to reality and shoving away the nostalgia for another day. he continued to nuzzle himself deeper against your back, retightening his hold around your midriff.

kunikuzushi softly murmurs against your frame, his voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. his teensy smile was hidden behind you.

while you couldn’t quite pick up on his quiet words, context clues helped you piece together that the forty-two pieces of honey-yellow lumps in a box and his soft mumbling against the warmth of your back were just his admissions of ‘i love you’.

#wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x y/n #kunikuzushi x y/n #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #kuni’s patch notes #streamer!kuni

[msallurea]

Your desires were never bigger than you, you created them..so why fear?

This post is actually inspired by a small thought I had while getting ready to take a bath 😭

So anyways back to my point, I will based this entirely on my experience just now, so boom, I was randomly thinking OF my desires wondering "hmm I already know every drop of loa info I need to know so why am I not applying?" That's when another thought of mine appeared and asked "is it because I wanna manifest a lot of things at once that I'm not applying or maybe I'm doing something wrong?" Then it was followed by "I've already affirmed before that I had all my desires/my dream life what was the issue? I know that the 3d doesn't matter, wavering doesn't slow down my manifestation, I've been WANTING my desires since forever, I've manifested things before what was so different about this?" And then that is when a very distinct voice said in my head

"Why would I be worried about not being able to have a desire that I created? How can my desire be bigger than me when I AM the one who created the desire in the first place?"

This has me sitting for a few moments rethinking EVERYTHING. That's when I began to change my perspective on this whole desiring thing entirely, if I am the creator of my reality and I created the desire in the first place and I also created the confusion AND ocercomplications around even having my desire, why am I questioning about something that I can just decide to have..BECAUSE I AM THE CREATOR OF MY REALITY. This honestly made Mr chuckle a bit. Especially because if had me thinking about people with epiphanies of loa, they aren't epiphanies at all, i already knew exactly what everything meant BUT I created all these overcomplications and rules and such that i literally forgot that I create all the time so therefore why would me creating fulfillment in having my desires be any different.

Then my mind started wandering to different methods because my mind already got the gist NOW that I literally do create the lack, the desire AND the fulfillment. But then it had me wondering how can I lack or desire something that I've already created? This is when one of Edward art's vids kicked in and I hear his voice in my head telling me:

"lack is an illusion and desire is an illusion, there is only just fulfillment and acceptance of that fulfillment"

So that's when my mind sat for a few seconds then went back to the whole methods thing and I thought about well hm..since I'm the creator of my reality what method should I do? That's when my mind began to go back again and it then says:

"Imagine someone anyone (for me this was higher self, my mom, and my lover at the moment) and they gave you a gift it had everything you could've ever desired and they told you yes it is all yours, you can have it its yours"

So though it wasn't vivid I didn't concern myself with that I just kept hearing the voice say yes it is yours yes you can have it yes you have it. Now it wasn't very long but it definitely made me wonder, a lot of times many of us don't "want to manifest" simply because they feel they don't deserve the things they want. In my case I knew I voild have the things I wanted and even in a way deserved it but my issue was that it was so much I wanted I didn't want to be judged for making my life the way I wanted it to be. This is when another thought comes up and says

"How could I be scared of something I created?"

This really had me thinking especially with times I've doubted and second guessed etc not only was I choosing the opposite of what I created but I was saying no to something I created that I constantly searched to get a yes to, it didnt matter what anyone else answer was the only yes I ever really needed was my own because it was my own creation.

This is all I have right now but I just thought this thought was really funny to me

#manifesting #my blog #msallurea #law of assumption #manifestation #neville goddard

[hubristicassholefight]

Swordswoman showdown FINALS

Hornet (Hollow Knight) vs Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess)

(Better here in a "preferred character" sense, not "who would win in a fight")

Propaganda below cut

Hornet

Technically its not a sword but she wields a needle in a setting where swords do not exist and she wields it in an exceedingly swordlike fashion so. She counts; Girlboss demigoddess spider lady. She's been protecting an entire kingdom for longer than many of the other characters have been alive. She systematically kills her siblings for being too weak. She's simply the best.

#im pretty sure hornet can beat like. anyone in a fight.#have you ever fought hornet#its so fucking hard getting past her every time i play hk i go literally insane.

#i remember getting stuck on the first hornet fight on mt first play through and bring likr#''omg the boss fights in this are so hard!!!''#like what. you're not even half way through what are you talking about#you can't even DASH honey. you don't know what's diffcult or not in this game.

So, SPOILERS

but I feel like the "she systematically kills her siblings" part needs a little clarification. See, one of her siblings was used as a living prison for an angry god and that uh. Didn't work out for the sibling in question or anyone else.

This account is itself heavily abbreviated but it's likely that any other sibling Hornet encounters will be trying to take over as the god's new prison. She appears to challenge any sibling she sees to battle, in order to test their resolve against herself and her needle - would they actually have a chance against that god?

We never actually see her kill any siblings, but she does quite pointedly tell one of them that (to paraphrase) "My needle is lethal and I would feel no sadness in a weakling's demise."

Feels like a relevant quote. In any case, if they can't beat Hornet, it seems like her needle would be a far more merciful end than what the god would grant.

Anyway, a bit of additional material for @swordswomanshowdown :

As is the case for any cool swordswoman, it's not just her sword that's lethal, it's her with it. And Hornet's needle was custom made for her - the creators have said that, while other needles exist, hers was made specifically for her to wield, and its construction allows her to use her spider silk better in combat.

And another thing that I think makes her a good swordswoman: she's actually pretty thoughtful about how she uses it. There's a least one instance where she tries to warn someone off before fighting them! At the same time, when she does fight, she seems to enjoy it - during her boss battles, you can hear her laugh sometimes, as if exhiliarated. She's really got it all, as a swordswoman!!!

#HORNET SWEEP CMON PLEEEEEEASE#shes gay. shes the only sibling with a gender. shes a spider named HORNET. look like croissant. whats not to like

Xena

Warrior Princess

She wields a sword and chakram. Just had to submit a biconic swordswoman.

i love her. she made me gay as a kid. Anyway, her weapon of choice is her sword, she is obviously very good with it

#unfortunately i have to choose and i have to choose xena#a) utena had no warcry. b) xena fought gods. c) xena has kickass goofy comic book combat which is my favorite

xena didn’t just fight gods. she fucked up a girl’s life so bad that she (calisto) devoted her entire being to destroying everything that xena loved that ended up with calisto becoming a god in order to destroy xena, which didnt work because xena entombed her in lava. and then when xena and gabrielle encountered calisto in the (christian) afterlife (different from the greek one which they also fought her in), calisto dragged gabrielle to hell so xena became an archangel in order to save gabrielle and then sacrificed herself in order to undo all the harm that she did in calisto’s life and then when not!jesus (played by timothy omundson) revives xena and gabrielle, calisto impregnates xena with the reincarnation of calisto’s soul in order to end the cycle of hate. xena doesnt just fight gods. she creates and destroys them

#this isnt even mentioning her fighting julius ceasar several times#telling brutus that caesar is not his friend#xena and gabrielle’s souls reincarnating across centuries in order to kick ass and fall in love all over again#or the time xena became a god but tbh that ep is kinda ‘uhhhhh…..’ even if they did hire a consultant for it

#I think everyone here knows to vote for Xena. I think a couple people here might have some propaganda for Xena saved already#everyone remember that Xena/Gabrielle is CANON and that's a pretty big deal also#(does anyone have that Xena Loves Trans People interview around because that would also make good propaganda)

I love Xena ❤️ 😍 💖 ❣️

#hornet #hollow knight #xena #xena: warrior princess #swordswoman showdown #poll #official #round 6 #finals

[just-j-really]

"I just don't get it," Hob says, for the fifth or sixth or possibly twentieth time that night, glancing over the rim of his cup at Will, who's sitting on the other side of the room, cuddling with his soulmate in an armchair that's really too small for the both of them. "Why everyone's so hung up on soulmates."

It's all anyone's been able to talk about tonight- and sure, that's fair, it is Will and Ann's engagement party, but Hob has overheard the phrases 'oh you're so lucky you found each other so young' and 'why did you wait this long?' far too many times for one night. Will and Ann met as toddlers; they've never had another option and Hob cannot fathom why everyone seems to think that's a good thing.

Case in point, even his little group of Unmatched friends react to his statement with varying degrees of exasperation.

Hob is just sober enough to be aware he should probably shut up, and drunk enough that he keeps talking anyway. "I mean, I've seen 'soulmates'," he says. "My parents were soulmates, both my siblings met theirs, half of my friends are paired off by now. It's not like I don't know how soulmates work. Soulmates are..." he takes a moment, gathers his thoughts, and even though he's not entirely sure what he's about to say, the moment the word leaves his mouth he knows it's exactly right, "Stupid."

His friends laugh uncomfortably. "You're an idiot," Andrew says, not unkindly.

But Hob's on a roll now, an argument that's been simmering in his chest for years spilling out of him, the exhilaration of speaking making the words come easily. "You literally don't have to stay with your soulmate. No one has to! Everyone just goes along with it because everybody else does. But not me. I've made up my mind," he says, setting his cup down and straightening his shoulders. He's been bullshitting a bit but he means this, knows down to his bones that this is something worth staking his life on. "I'm going to meet someone perfect who isn't my soulmate, and I'll marry them instead."

He feels like he should do something solemn to mark this occasion. Stand up on a table, maybe.

Instead, most of his friends laugh at him again. "Hobs, that's the literal definition of your soulmate. Someone who's perfect for you," Gwen points out. The laughter is teasing, and Gwen's tone is more reassuring than anything else, but still, Hob finds himself frustrated.

"But there's so much more out there. So many people to fall in love with," he insists. "Shouldn't I know who's perfect for me better than anyone?"

And his friends tease him for somehow being sappily romantic in his opposition to sappy romance, and he laughs along with them and points out that his perfect person will be more understanding than them, for sure. And he's genuinely a bit hurt, but Gwen bumps his shoulder apologetically and he thinks that destiny has nothing on these friends he's made on purpose, who know him well enough for these unspoken gestures. And there's movement in the corner of his eye.

Hob looks up.

The most gorgeous man alive is standing in front of him. He's tall- probably taller than Hob, even- pale and willowy, with a mess of soft-looking black hair. His eyes are a deep blue Hob didn't think existed in real life until this moment. He looks like the slightly magical prince in a fairy tale got loose in the real world and decided to become a goth. He's perfect.

"Did I hear you say," the man asks, his voice soft and deep all at once, resonant in a way that Hob's never heard before, "you have no intention of meeting your soulmate?"

Not if he's you, Hob thinks, I take it all back if he's you.

Despite what many of his friends will argue, he is capable of not voicing every thought that comes into his head, if only under extreme circumstances, so he offers the stranger his best grin and says, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"You'll need to tell me how that works out, then," the man replies.

"Don't encourage him!" Andrew calls from the other side of their little cluster.

The man- flinches, just a little. Hob probably wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been staring at him, but Hob's universe just gained a new center, so he is and he does.

"Hey," he says, catching the man's eyes, "Don't mind him, he's just boring. You really want to know how it goes, finding someone who isn't my soulmate?"

"I do," the man says, seriously, like he genuinely thinks Hob's quest is worth his full attention. It leaves Hob feeling warm, almost giddy.

"Perfect," Hob says, and then, because he's never known when to quit, "Let me give you my number, so I can update you?"

The man nods, a teasing little smirk appearing on his face, as though he and Hob already know each other perfectly, and this is a shared, ancient joke between the two of them. His fingers brush Hob's as he passes over his phone.

Nothing happens. There's no spark, no splash of color on Hob's skin marking where this stranger's fingers first dragged over his.

They are, definitively, not soulmates.

And Hob knows for certain that he's right.

[Part Two]

#dreamling #the anti-soulmate au #I'm back on my bullshit everybody! #it's not soulmates but it IS love at first sight #for one of them anyway #my fic #unsoulmates au

[arminsumi]

HEAR ME OUT JAY— i’ve also been on a gojo kick too😩 i literally have no medical knowledge but thinking of gojo x reader angsty where he has to set one of our broken bones after a battle lowk has me giggling and kicking my feet UGEHHEHEHE

take your time w requests!! take care of yourself, lysm thank you sosososoosos much🫶🏻🫶🏻

blood n' bone.

note: hey honeypie!! yeah istg gojo has a death grip on my mind the dude doesn't let me think of anyone else rn. anyways, i have little medical knowledge on this too but i tried my best !!

warnings — lowercase used, injury ( knee dislocation, bone setting ), blood visuals, angst ( with fluff, happy ending 👍 ), he calls u angel, i think it might be implied fem reader ??

" are you okay ?! a—re you hur — oh shit, fuckfuckfuck that's bad. that's bad... okay. um. just breathe. just breathe! don't worry, you ain't gonna die sweetheart. look at me, ok — question. do you trust me ? "

" what on earth do you plan to do ? " you ask gojo wearily.

you look at him, the pain fogs your mind. it's so painful; a blinding, piping white hot pain, one that singes all your senses. it's all you focus on until you look into those soothing blue eyes.

he's hovering over you, eyeing out your knee and the gory scene of your battle-bloodied body. he's got your blood on his hands already. it hurts his heart more than anything to see you in pain.

part of him hates you, because if you had just listened to him and stayed out of this battle, then this wouldn't have happened. but you were so stubborn about staying at his side. and then part of him is thankful, because he didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to be without his girl just in case he didn't make it out alive. he didn't want someone else to come to you and bear the news that he's not coming home. gojo was selfish; if he died, he wanted to take you with him.

but he was fine. you were fine. well, "fine" besides the fact your knee was dislocated.

" do you trust me or not ? " he asks again.

" yes. " you say truthfully. of course you did, he's been your one and only since birth; the gojo clan and your clan were intertwined by fate. you and him have been in each other's lives since you were toddlers throwing tantrums.

there's a memory that comes to gojo when he places his calloused hands on your knee. it's a memory from his childhood with you.

one day, you fell and scraped your knees. gojo found you curled up, crying alone in an alley. " what the hell ? why didn't you come find me ? let's go back to my house. i'll carry you. yes of course i can carry you ! i'm stronger than you ! "

he takes his blindfold and puts it in your mouth, " need you to bite on this, angel. "

" hmmmf ?! " the reality of what he was about to do set in. but how could it be more painful than the dislocation itself?

there's no question that he can set your bone. he's the strongest; of course he can.

you watch his bicep muscles flex, his grip firm. he hesitates, breathe ragged like he's nervous. then you hear a loud pop and instantly scream blue murder into the fabric; it doesn't really do a good job of muffling the sound. it pierces gojo's heart.

" angel, angel — look at me. breathe. it's okay. i've got you. it's alright. it's really alright. angel ? there, just stay in my arms like th-this. you're okay now. i know it hurts, but you're okay. " his hair is messy, your blood is all over him, and you yourself look chaotic; but still you look beautiful to him. your face comforts him like no other; he's always had excited pangs in his chest when you walk into a room or show up at a battle.

he's always shared your pain. he's a highly sensitive, emotional boy but conceals it well; when you're in pain, he's in pain. when you're sad, he's sad. when you're happy, he's happy. and hence, if you would have died, he would have died. you're tied together by an invisible thread, the two of you couldn't escape each other even if you wanted to. at times, you hated how you always found your way back to him; especially when you and him had that fallout in your twenties after your dating life interfered with your friendship.

but your hostility towards each other ended, of course it did. and now you and him were always at each other's side. handholding, just like when you were kids exploring your little village.

" let's go home. " he murmurs, soothing you with his voice and the gentle feeling he radiated.

" i can't walk. " you mumble, " it hurts. "

" i'll carry you. "

" we're not little kids anymore, you can't carry me. "

" what the hell ! of course i can carry you; i'm the strongest. "

you smile, remembering that memory only now. " you're right. you are. "

his heart flutters hearing you agree for the first time. of course you always knew he was the strongest, it was indisputable. but you liked to tease him.

" better believe it . . . now wrap those arms 'round my neck. "

he wears a stupid, proud smile on his face while he carries you. when you're home, you feel extremely grateful.

" it's good to be home, huh, satoru ? " you say, knee bandaged and propped up.

he's given you pain medication by now. there's the background noise of the TV, and golden afternoon light sieving through the sheer curtains.

" home is wherever you are. " he says earnestly.

whenever he says things like this, it's always in a soft voice, almost like he's too shy to let you know his true feelings.

you feel warm, homely; and so does he.

© arminsumi

Do not plagiarize / repost / translate / copy layouts / etc.

Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

#tw: injury #angst #fluff #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojou satoru x you #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #gojou saturo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk angst

[gamerwoman3d]

Please Be Bi-Han 🙏

🔞 An MK1 x Reader 🔞

You aren't supposed to be in this timeline.

And to you, this timeline shouldn't exist. But it does. And this timeline is particularly exploitable, given the things you know which no one else in this timeline does. You slip into the timeline and abuse your knowledge to unethically gain just enough wealth to live very, very comfortably. And you laugh because this timeline is literally just a game to you. Admittedly, you came here to try to seduce the hotties. But when you figured out just how easy it would be to game the financial system here, you did that.

Imagine not being shocked at all to see Liu Kang at your doorstep with his Lin Kuei goons. You could laugh. You know him. You know all three, no, all four of them; your attraction to them is what initially drew you to this timeline. The fourth you knew by smell alone; the campfire scent in the air proved that Smoke was with them, somewhere ready for action yet invisible to your eyes.

Imagine closing the door to your beautiful private mansion in their face before any of them even speak. Imagine bolting it, locking it, chaining it, only to tell them through the speaker, "Whoever breaks this door down and finds me first gets laid."

🔞 Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞

Now you, you have installed several small panic rooms throughout your mansion with which to play hide and seek. So you go do that, smirking to yourself as you watch the group through the security cam app on your phone. But back up a moment to just before these guys arrived.

Liu Kang smirked as he collected his warriors at the edge of a portal that would lead conveniently into a hidden driveway outside the privacy walls near your garden.

"I have a fun little mission for us today. Geras discovered someone manipulating the financial trajectory of our timeline that isn't supposed to be here. We need to go get them, and convince them to stop, without violence."

"Respectfully, Lord Liu Kang - If you don't need violence, why did you call us? If we can't stab it, it's most likely someone else's problem," Smoke said out of turn.

"There are other methods of coercion, Smoke. And if Geras' revelations for this mission are proven true, then methods of seduction are on the table," Liu Kang responded flatly.

Liu Kang wanted to laugh. The synchronized single-eyebrow raise of the three masked ninjas before him was too cartoonish to seem real.

Fast forward.

You get a good run, scrambling to your hiding place.

"I thought this might be the case," you hear Liu Kang say in your earbud, from audio played through the phone collected from the front door security recorder.

"Seduction really is the game this evening," Scorpion said, "even with you saying as much, I am still surprised."

"Are we making a competition of it? Or am I the only one that will be chasing after that cutie?" said Smoke from seemingly nowhere.

"Don't blow your cover, brother. We're not sure if we're being recorded. It could give us an advantage if you'd keep quiet," Sub-Zero said.

"It's a competition," Scorpion interjected before slamming his boot into the door, rattling it in it's frame.

A few kicks, body slams did nothing. Sub-Zero guided the others out of the way, froze the door handle in it's place, then pulled the mechanism - deadbolts and all - through the crystallized steel. He tossed it to the side and booted open the door, which swung freely and hit the interior wall with such force that one might have expected the crash to come from a vehicle accident.

You bounce in your place, trying not to giggle as you watch the men through your tablet. You had hoped Bi-Han would breech the door first, but now the men crept inside and began to hunt for you. You saw all except Smoke, just before the power went down, taking your security feed with it.

You were in the dark, now, lit only by the glow of a tablet that showed the wifi disconnected. You swiftly realized that Smoke must have gone to cut the power - and had the foresight to cut the backup power first.

Smart of him, you thought. But now, in the dark, there was nothing left to do but wait for one of them to discover your hiding spot. Every little noise you heard made your heart jump in anticipation of being caught.

"Please be Bi-Han, please be Bi-Han," you chanted in a whisper under your breath.

FOR PART TWO - LINKS BELOW POLL

...

And now I'll be a bit evil.

ADVENTURE TIME. C'MON GRAB -

Part 2a(i): Sub-Zero discovers F! Reader

Part 3a(i): Sub-Zero toys with F! Reader (to be read after part 2a(i)

Part 2b(i): Smoke discovers F! Reader

Part 2b(ii): Smoke discovers M! Reader

Part 3b(i): Smoke fucks F! Reader (to be read after part 2b(i)

#smoke x reader #tomas vrbada #sub zero imagine #scorpion imagine #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #subzero #mk sub zero #sub-zero #kuai liang #tomas vrbada x reader #smoke tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada smoke #smoke x you #sub zero x reader #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang x reader #kuailiang #kuai liang imagine #lin kuei #liu kang #liu kang imagine #no beta we die like outworld empresses #smoke imagine

[devildomwriter]

Can i get some headcanons on the angels being guardians of MC? 👀 In the manga, a pact with a demon requires them touching foreheads to make it, and they have to listen to their master's orders. What can the guardian and the charge do? Call for the other for help? Know when the other is in trouble or just need a hand? -Water Anon

Guardian Angel Headcanons

• An Angel canonically can only be the guardian to one human. It’s not specified if it’s one at a time or not and if they’d be able to guard someone again when the previous charge has passed.

• They get chills when their charge is in serious danger, they can hear their pleas for help, and stronger angels can answer telepathically if they only need an answer to a question or reassuring words.

• They can dispel viruses and curses more easily than if they weren’t your guardian, and can heal virtually anything with ease, be it mental or physical, whatever you ask for.

• They will immediately put their lives on the line for you and will not allow harm to come to you while you are their charge.

• If they for some reason cannot reach your side when you are in danger or in pain, you will receive some of their energy to keep you safe.

Simeon

• Simeon’s style of guarding is very relaxed. He believes it’s better you find things out for yourself and will give gentle pushes for you to find the right answers or make the right changes.

• He will always show up if you call for him, even if it’s ridiculous, because he loves you so he’s always willing to pamper you, but he does have a job so you might have to wait sometimes.

• If you’re in serious danger, he’s there instantly because he already sensed it. Simeon is normally calm and relaxed so to see him become serious and upset when he needs to protect you from something can be very surprising. If it’s person putting you in danger, his sadistic side comes out with cheerful smile and laugh as he takes care of the threat—as an angel he can’t kill them but the fear he instills is enough.

• Simeon can always tell when you need him, even if it’s not dangerous. He’ll be there for a pep talk, comfort kisses, cuddles, and a nice meal.

Luke

• You’re a handful. He has his work cut out for him, and before this he thought you were the most normal of the bunch.

• “No, MC don’t touch that!” “But you’ll protect me right?” “That’s not the point— NOOOOO MC!”

• Thanks to your guardian pact he can hear your pleas for help and he’s always super panicked but most of the time it’s because you want sweets and don’t know the recipe. He’s relieved and happy to help but make sure not to use him like a personal chef.

• He can tell when you’re in danger and gets chills but most of the time you’re just hanging out with one of the demons.

• He makes you say something specific when you’re in literal immediate danger in case he needs back up. Don’t misuse it because Raphael will show up with spears and he won’t be happy if it’s for something ridiculous.

Raphael

• Raphael is extremely protective and efficient with his job. Sometimes he can’t tell why you called him to specific situations so you’ll need to tell him.

• No matter what you called him for, he already has the spear ready. He scared people a lot by mistake. Police are still looking for a man walking around with a giant spear that cared away a group of people intimidating you.

• After saving you, Raphael won’t leave your side for a while, he needs to make sure you’re still oky and nothing else happens.

• He might guard your door at night, especially if you’re not in a good head space.

• Raphael struggles with understanding emotions so he takes a minute to learn how to help you with yours when you ask for help calming down, feeling happier, etc.

• Raphael can take on anything by himself so he never needs backup. Just calling for him scares people who know of him.

Michael

• Michael became your guardian because he knows that if you were to suddenly die it’d spell doom, as the brothers, ruler of hell, his greatest warrior, etc. would not ever be okay again.

• He already canonically saved you many times. When you almost died in the reaper cave for breaking a rule, and when Solomon’s good sent you into the past.

• He was pleasantly surprised when he found out you weren’t a wicked person but sometimes he’s baffled by your decisions and will telepathically communicate to definitely not do that thing.

• If you’re mentally stressed he sends you blessings and if he can meet you in person he will. His presence is also powerful enough to banish any curse without trying.

• Try not to call him upon demons because this could spell serious trouble for peace between the worlds but if he knows you’re in trouble he’ll lend you holy power to protect yourself to avoid disturbing the alliance with the Devildom.

#obey me shall we date #obey me requests #obey me angels #obey me raphael #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me Michael

[yumeka-sxf]

I try to stay away from negative topics, but after hearing talk on social media yesterday and seeing this post from @such-a-downer, I just had to give my two cents about the complaints regarding yesterday's chapter being "another short mission" and that Endo is somehow being "lazy" or whatever.

I honestly don't understand this mentality of criticizing manga-ka, or any artists really, because they aren't delivering by whatever standards you personally think are appropriate. To me, it just seems like entitlement because Endo has no obligation to cater to any specific fan's wants. This is his story to tell the way he wants, and his characters to develop at the pace he deems fit. This isn't a business contract where we're paying him to deliver content we want every two weeks without fail. If I'm consuming the fruits of someone's creative labor for free, I certainly feel no right to complain if sometimes their content isn't what I wanted or expected. I'm fine with that because 1) I know it's what they (the creator) wanted/needed at the time, and 2) even if a particular chapter wasn't my cup of tea, I know other fellow fans out there somewhere are enjoying the heck out of it, and that's cool!

We also have to remember that SxF is basically a one-man show. If Endo is busy or sick or whatever, it's not like he can have someone fill in for him to write and draw the series. That's what a hiatus is for, that's what making a short chapter instead of a longer one is for...that's how artists should be treated so they don't get burned out and stressed. Plus, art shouldn't be rushed. Any artist knows that there are times when you have trouble coming up with ideas and maybe need a little extra time to develop a more complex section of the story. To immediately jump to conclusions that he's lazy or doesn't know what he's doing is ridiculous. Maybe he didn't feel good for a few days, maybe he's been busy with other SxF events, maybe he just needed more time to get a particular future arc developed, or maybe he just has basic IRL obligations to take care of like we all do...you don't know what's going on in his life, so don't make assumptions.

Another thing to keep in mind is that it's literally impossible to please every fan. One of the comments I read for example, someone was ready to drop the series because we haven't seen much of Yor in "a while." All I could think of was "didn't she just have a pretty big role only four chapters ago when they went to the ski resort?" Plus she was the star of chapter 91, which was less than ten chapters ago. So according to this person's standards, four chapters without seeing a particular character is "too long"? What if it was only three chapters, would that be acceptable? It's not right to push our own personal standards of a series' pacing as the "correct" way: some people want to see more of character X while someone else wants to see more of subplot Y, so should both complain that the manga-ka isn't doing right whenever they focus on something else? I'm not saying you shouldn't make criticisms of a manga-ka's work, but the criticisms should come from within the narrative itself, not superficial things like chapters focusing on subplots/characters you don't want to see or not having enough "plot-advancing" content when it's not a plot-focused series.

People who have read SxF up to this point should know the general flow of the chapters: mostly slice-of-life episodic, with more plot-heavy, intense arcs once in a while, like the cruise arc and bus arc. It's an ensemble series that spends most of its chapters focused on at least one of the Forgers, but occasionally other characters here and there. That's how the series has been for years and will likely continue to be. So if you keep complaining because you only like the dramatic story arcs and not the "nothing happens" episodic chapters, then maybe the series just isn't for you. It's totally fine if that's the case, but don't act like Endo is doing something wrong because he's not providing the particular thing you want in his story.

To summarize, Endo has no obligation to cater to particular fans' standards, just as we have no obligation to keep reading his work if we don't like it. But being a fan to me means respecting the creator's pace and vision even if it's not always what I personally want. I can find something to enjoy in every chapter because I'm a fan of SxF, not a fan of one particular aspect of it. But I also will not complain every time my tastes aren't being catered to and will simply occupy myself with other things while I wait. What's the big hurry, after all? I'm in no rush for SxF to wrap up its plot and I'm glad Endo isn't rushing either.

And that's all I'm gonna say about this topic, lol. On a happier note, I'm going to finally see Code White on Thursday! 😁 More to come later~

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Little moments that I love in Red White and Royal Blue. PART 4. Okay I just keep finding them. This movie is a phenomenon.

"Alex, It's good to see you, sober." Henry's quip 😏 He obviously played different scenarios in his head before finally deciding on this one and probably practiced this on his way over. He knew Alex would be angry at him and probably tease him and so he went with something that would annoy Alex, throw him off his game 😏 and the look Alex is giving him here 😂

and the look Shaan is giving Alex 😭

Look how hard Alex is trying to think of why else he dislikes Henry 😂 he literally shifts uncomfortably moments later 😜 because he cannot find anything

and look how happy Henry is that Alex can't give him any other reason 🤣

And tell me if I'm wrong. In the red room, after Henry breaks their kiss, in utter disbelief he looks at Alex first

and then his lips

It's my favorite honestly, it's so cute and sweet 😍 Henry thinking how it was Alex this time who initiated the kiss and what this means 😌 his heart must have been doing some serious gymnastics 😏🤣

Ellen's "we're gonna need some pizza", imagine going to your parent and telling them something about yourself that you're very skeptical about sharing, but hearing them say this, or how they are interested in you is probably the best feeling. I love how Ellen here (being the president she probably stays very busy) realized her son needed this so she probably made time for him 🤧😭 and showed support in every possible way

Then Ellen tells her son how a relationship like this will define his life - she absolutely loves and cares for Alex and saw how this is going to affect him in more ways than one and wanted to tell him this, not to scare him or anything, just so that Alex is careful about his life choices .....then we get the I love yous 🤧❤️

I love love how Oscar already liked Henry, long before Alex liked Henry, his "he seems like a nice little guy" and then we get this scene later. The "call me congressman" and "well in that case you can call me your royal highness" lmao they are best friends already 😁😉 they understand each other's sarcasm even though they hardly meet

Yes Taylor literally invented hearteyes and you can see only one of his eyes here (😝) that too, sideways but we all feel his hearteyes on Henry. I love how animated Henry is here, for someone like Henry (who is such a closed off person and literally created and maintains a persona for everyone else that is not true to himself) to open up and feel so comfortable around someone is such a huge deal, that's how safe he feels around Alex 🤧

And the way they hold each other's hands 😩😍

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