#unwilling caretaker

[danafeelingsick]

I have a writing request if you weren't already planning on writing anything for the new event. But Itto and Shinobu (platonic ofc) sickfic where Itto gets seasick on the way to Liyue? He would probably deny it the entire time. I'm honestly just a sucker for Itto suffering and denial.

A/N so, i'll just say right off the bat, this isn't my best work. i planned way too much, and in the end i couldn't use half of it. and not only that, if i had written all i planned this would've been 5 parts long, at least. ugh. sorry for the wait anon, if you're still around. i was working on some stuff behind the scenes, had some places to be, think i got food poisoning for the first time in years (didn't even get to puke), all that on top of a writer's block. but i think i'm past that. hope you still get to read this.

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NON-KINK BLOGS AND MINORS DNI

Takes place before the Interlude Chapter II of the Archon quest: Perilous Trail, in which Arataki Itto and Kuki Shinobu travel to Liyue by boat, but what Itto failed to realize is that he gets seasick.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ seasickness, nausea, hunger, stomach noises, vomiting, descriptions of food, too much exposition

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The day seemed promising. The skies were clear, dyed a peaceful blue, with white clouds blending into the light of the sun, making for a sight worthy of a painting. It was a blessing the people of Inazuma had long prayed for, and now that they could grasp it, adjusting to the peace could take a while.

The Sakoku decree had been lifted, and the fierce storm enclosing Inazuma had since dissipated, allowing for open borders and hospitality to flourish. With plans on hold for more than a year, any aspiring traveler impatient enough latched onto the opportunity to course the seas of Teyvat as soon as it was permitted.

Kuki Shinobu, on the other hand, had been smarter, waiting until the high spirits died down so she could snag a place aboard the next parting ship. The sudden influx of newcomers wanting to experience the famed irodori festival first-hand put her schedule on hold for another few months.

Her diploma, the proof of her time studying law at an acclaimed school of Liyue, and the independence she held dear, could wait. After all, it had already waited for several months, a few more wouldn't make a difference. And her gang needed her, first and foremost.

A soothing breeze carried the lingering smell of salt as it blew gently over her, although subtle through the mask, she could still notice it. The scent was nostalgic, almost, she could associate it with the thrill of a chase, or a silent escapade in the dead of night. It was an aroma that clung to her memories, and to every corner of that island.

It was pleasant, familiar, at least to her. Arataki Itto had been trying not to let her notice, but the smell had been bothering him ever since they arrived. She would sneak a glance only to catch him shoving a knuckle in one of his nostrils, or wrinkling his nose every time the wind brought it.

She was worried at first, but that didn't seem to sour his mood. Itto had been nearly bouncing in excitement when they boarded the ship, talking non-stop about all the things he expected to see in Liyue, his enthusiasm would be contagious if it wasn't tiring.

When Shinobu first spoke of the trip, Itto's eyes had quite literally lightened up, immediately he insisted on going along. Strength in numbers, under many excuses, but she knew well he just wanted to meet the land of his vision.

She didn't complain, not initially. Maybe separating Itto from the rest of the gang would prevent the messes she wouldn't be around to clean in the meantime. She would be able to keep an eye on him, maybe Liyue's culture of hard work and value would drill some sense into him. Or maybe he would only serve as a nuisance for another nation…

The deputy leader tried to push those worries to the back of her mind, glancing away from the infinite sea ahead to her more immediate concern. Arataki Itto was leaning over the railing, both hands gripping the cold steel as he watched Inazuma city turn into a silhouette beyond the rolling waves. His eyes darted across the horizon as he found new things to be excited about.

Maybe boarding this early hadn't been a mistake, after all. It was such a beautiful day, the sea looked so calm, she couldn't help but indulge him for a bit, so she agreed to stay with him on deck. Quickly, she lost track of time, watching the sea glisten under the sunlight, her plans of reviewing the basics of her studies during the trip now a second worry.

Seasickness was the last thing on her mind, as serene as she was, so when Itto leaned further over the rail and lost a bit of the color in his face, she thought nothing of it.

Itto wouldn't have been any wiser. That first excitement was still buzzing within him even as he grew tired of watching the horizon, shifting his attention to the waves below instead, watching closely as he thought he could see the outline of sea life swimming along the ship.

Maybe all of that excitement served to leave in his blissful ignorance. Itto was a crimson Oni, first and foremost, which meant he was bound to be explosive, his emotions burning more intensely than most. Which in part, left him regularly experiencing the stronger parts of it through his stomach.

He first noticed the sharp smell of salt stinging his nostrils, but soon he grew used to it, and the faint dizzying effect it had on him. None of that he could excuse, but still, he tried, even when it quickly evolved into a slight pressure behind his eyes, spreading to his forehead.

The Oni remained optimistic, finding in the scenery new things to distract him for a while. But as soon as he turned to the waves he noted the pressure was building steadily, translating into an odd tension in the back of his throat, and then in the extent of his esophagus.

It took a moment for it to reach his stomach. In the meantime, he tried to get used to the unusual, almost uncanny motion of the ship. He could feel the constant swaying whenever he focused on the waves relentlessly whipping the side of the boat, bathing it in glistening salt, raising that smell… The floor tilting beneath his sandals, almost as if it was breathing along with him.

And when it did, he could only think of acid bathing the inner walls of his stomach, just like the sea bathing the side of the ship, staining the wood, threatening to slip into the deck… Cold chills ran through his abdomen every time his mind decided to get colorful, a frigid sinking feeling flashing along any thought that otherwise left him excited.

After all, he had never traveled by boat before. Even when relocating cargo doing some odd job, they wouldn't move like that while moored to the pier. It could be said he'd never properly boarded a ship either, but he wasn't about to go telling Shinobu that. Just the sharp look she would shoot him already had his stomach already growing cold.

Itto blinked repeatedly, feeling somewhat disoriented as his head hung over the rail, but he shook it vehemently, almost as if he could just negate what this trip was doing to him. It wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening.

His mouth tasted stale as his saliva turned thicker, reminding him of the meal he had the night before: lavender melon which he roasted with his gang as a brief departure celebration, and a commemoration for the deputy leader's graduation. He lied when he said to Shinobu that the celebration was only that, but that idea was still on the drawing board.

Itto was loosely running through concepts for his great drumming festival when something pulled him out of it, a pang of hunger sprouting in his abdomen, anticipating a short yet deep growl coming for the pits of his stomach. He looked over his shoulder discreetly, trying to see if Shinobu had heard him.

They hadn't had the time for breakfast, he remembered, Shinobu was already rushing him out the door before he even had the chance to properly wake up. Breakfast was the least of his worries, but he would hold her to the promise of grabbing a bite sooner than later.

Lifting his shoulders off the railing, Itto brushed a hand over his exposed midriff, letting it rest there as he softly kneaded into it, trying to make it quiet down. There was his excuse, he had been hungry this whole time.

“Hey, Shinobu?” He called first, turning in time to see her peaceful look sharpen as she caught his. It gave him pause, making him think again of how he was going to approach this. “How hungry are you, like right now?”

Shinobu was nearly unreadable, her face was always indistinguishable from rage under that grinning Oni mask, but he quickly noticed her relaxed posture, a hand casually resting on her hip as she tilted to face him.

“Not much, why?”, she shot back, arching an eyebrow behind her choppy green bangs. “Are you already?”

“Yup”, he chuckled, giving his defined abdomen a few firm pats before rubbing over it, her eyes following.

“Really? We had lunch less than an hour ago”, she informed, crossing her arms. “Are you sure you want to eat now? I think they will be serving food soon.”

It didn't sound so bad, but Itto's stomach cramped impatiently, his lunch hadn't been much more than a portion of rice that barely made a dent, he had even forgotten about it, and his stomach had as well.

“Then I'll just have to eat again”, Itto shrugged, trying to laugh it off once more, but Shinobu just rolled her eyes. “It's just a snack, c'mooon.”

“Ugh, fine”, she scoffed, but her gaze softened not that he had convinced her, she knew arguing against a bull-headed Oni was a lost battle from the very beginning. “I'll see if I can grab you anything.”

“You're the best Shinobu”, he thanked her in a playful tone, making himself chuckle once more when he recalled her scowl.

Itto must've only spent a couple of minutes alone, his eyes following the wave's constant movement when he quickly grew bored. Part of him still fought to believe all of that unrest was just hunger pains, but the more he could feel his stomach sloshing inside his abdomen, the more he realized he was lying to himself.

He thought closely about what he was feeling, assessing his mix of symptoms, and until that point, he could excuse everything for hunger. He was used to his digestive system being unsettled from the smallest thing, this wasn't any different. The dizziness, the pressure behind his eyes, the taste of his mouth salivating, all of that remained in his head, but his stomach was starting to feel more agitated than normal, his appetite along with it.

That same hand came to rest over his belly again when he heard it grumble impatiently, something shifting uncomfortably under his palm as his gut sloshed, sending a stale taste to his mouth. He tried to swallow, gulping an awful lot of saliva before more washed over his tongue, his throat bobbing as it became indecisive.

Puking was the last thing in his mind as he leaned further over the side of the boat, promptly spitting out the excess into the sea, watching as the thick gob of froth disappeared almost instantly. It was a feeling he hated, his tongue both soaked and dry, his drool slimy and heavy weighing on it, filling his mouth with saliva right before he…

“Boss?” He nearly jumped when something sharp poked him in the shoulder and Shinobu appeared in the corner of his vision, her mask gone, revealing lips pressed in concern underneath it. “You okay there?”

“Uh? Y-Yeah, I'm okay”, he responded promptly, his voice coming from the back of his throat as he fought to keep the growing nausea there.

Shinobu's eyes lingered around his face as she sought a tell of his lie, Itto had a sheen of sweat making his face glisten, and his lips were quivering as if he was about to burst into tears. She had seen him cry before, it wasn't a pretty sight, but not a single logical explanation came to mind. He straightened his back, towering over her even though they were a few feet apart, but his hands remained firm on the railing.

“Yeah… look, I brought some egg rolls for us”, she said, suspicion still lingering in her tone, even as she handed him the plate, but kept the chopsticks to herself. “There, you look like you're about to fall over, so eat up.”

Itto thanked her clumsily, eyes fixed on the rolled squares of the fried egg as he took one between his fingers, creamy yolk dripping back into the ceramic. He risked a bite, his appetite disappearing as soon he tasted the over sweetness, but without thinking ahead, he shoved it whole in his mouth.

The gooey undercooked texture threatened to make him gag as it went down his gullet, only adding more for his gut to churn. He had to squeeze his eyes shut when his stomach seemed to lurch, almost as if it was rebelling against the attempt to ease it.

Itto carefully breathed through his nose, swallowing almost convulsively the near river of drool overflowing his mouth. When he could finally open his eyes, everything was spinning slowly, alluding to the contents of his stomach swaying along with the sea.

“Let me guess, you don't want it anymore?” Shinobu scoffed, her suspicion shortly confirmed by Itto pressing a hand over his belly, clutching at it when it gave a low sickly growl. “I knew you'd be too full to finish it. Give it here.”

Gladly, Itto handed her back the plate, hurriedly turning to the sea and gripping the railing, the cold steel biting into his palms as he squeezed on it, nearly bending it. He pressed his lips into a thin line, hoping he would be able to breathe around the slimy nausea clouding his senses. His throat was spasming against his resistance, weak gags making his cheeks bulge and quiver.

Shinobu watched in disbelief as Itto leaned further over the side of the boat, losing all color in his face as he tried to contain the gagging behind his lips. She quickly placed the food aside, a last lonely egg roll none of the two wanted, and rushed to his side.

“Boss, what's wrong?”, she inquired, laying a hand on his shoulder, he nearly winced under her touch. The first thing in her mind was allergies, but seeing him sway in place, almost in sync with the rolling deck. Suddenly everything clicked. “You get seasick?”

Itto squeezed his eyes shut when he heard it, vehemently shaking his head, small breathy hums of denial following. He fought to get a word out, but when he did, it dripped with raw nausea: “I- I don't… 'm guh, fine I swear.”

Shinobu frowned, feeling his back hitch under her hand, each motion being cut short by his stubbornness. He fought to swallow, his belly caving painfully as he struggled to keep it under control. Silently, she started gathering his long hair, joining messy strands of white and red between her hands and holding it away from his face.

“You should've just told me”, she said, coming off harsher than she intended. “I would've brought medicine for you.”

Itto didn't respond, his body only growing tenser as he anticipated another heave, ready to stiffen his abdomen as soon as it came. But Shinobu guided him to lean further, laying a free hand on his bare stomach, the touch earning a muffled whimper out of the Oni.

“Just get this over with”, she hissed, forcing him to hunch as she mercilessly kneaded into his stomach.

“Fuck– eEeERrUGgHH”, he gave a broken retch as the added pressure forced out everything he had been trying to contain.

The Oni lurched forward, the contents of his stomach spewing through the crack of his lips, lumps of bright yellow egg bits, and watery stomach acid forming an arch in the air before they plummeted to the ocean. He could feel the pieces of egg he barely chewed going up his esophagus, flooding his mouth.

His belly clenched harshly under Shinobu's palm, but she didn't stop pressing, earning more garbled retches out of him. If it wasn't for her holding him in place, Itto would've probably fallen over by that point, his head was spinning mercilessly, the constant swaying of the ship translating into his legs nearly giving out under him.

“Uuuggh… ughh, guh–”, he moaned, the noise strained and pitiful, turning weirdly wet when more vomit cut him off. “EeurRRGHH.”

Itto lurched one more time, offering more of his lunch to the waves below, the mixture taking a lighter more tan color when it tapped into the rice he had eaten earlier.

Shinobu tried not to pay attention to it, but only a glance and she could already identify singular grains and yellow lumps amidst the bile, barely different than what it looked like before. Just the thought of it, how she knew exactly how it tasted and felt in her mouth had her suppressing a gag, wishing she hadn't taken her mask off.

Her mask, she thought, horror flashing in her mind, and instinctively she looked over her shoulder, finding a few wandering gazes glued to the seasick Oni. She could only sigh and hope no one capable of recognizing her would do so. One priority formed itself, however, she needed to get him back to their cabin.

“EEeeUURRrrGGHHHH”, Itto retched loudly under her, his back heaving as he struggled through another sizable wave of dense lumpy puke. This time she could even see when some of it gushed out his nose, trailing towards his mouth. She had to look away. “F-Fuck, huUURrk.”

As the wave tapered off, Itto started hacking painfully, his lungs giving sharp spasms she could feel on her palm, and gently, although impatiently brushed her hand up and down the line of his back.

“There, there”, she said, her voice coming off as a bored rasp, but there was still some sincerity to it. “Just try to breathe, okay? You'll be alright once you get used to it.”

He kept gagging, unable to bring up anything else, his dizziness unwavering even as Shinobu tried to stabilize him. Against his better judgment, Itto shook his head, the motion sending him further into nausea.

“No what?”

“Not… I'm not… seasick”, he slurred, voice bordering a gurgle as he fought through nausea to get his words out. “I… swear.”

Shinobu let out a deep sigh, giving him another glance. His lie was clear in the way his legs were swaying along with the ship, his head hanging low as bile and drool leaked down his chin.

“If you're not, then I'll just leave you here. You seem okay enough to get back to our cabin on your own”, she crossed her arms, watching him freeze, the constant gags turning into shuddering swallows.

“I– guh”, he tried to speak, but the threat of vomiting again weighed on his voice, trapping it behind his tongue.

“For fuck's sake”, Shinobu muttered, returning a hand to his back. “Alright, I'll give you a minute. Just tell me when you're good.”

Itto waited a moment, leaving his mouth open for the excess of awful-tasting drool to drip out, his eyes drifting along with the waves before he realized he could just close them. His headache was killing him, making him feel as if someone was holding him upside down, mercilessly shaking him like a cola bottle.

Shinobu kept that hand on his back, weighing on him more than anything else, but he didn't dare to complain. She already sounded pissed off enough, and he couldn't blame her. He had come on this trip uninvited, and now he had just become a nuisance.

“Ugh…”, he groaned, raising himself from the rail. Why was this happening to him? “A-Alright… I'm good, l-let's go.”

Shinobu raised an eyebrow, doubting, but didn't say a thing, simply crossing her arms. Itto moved slowly, for a moment just standing there with both hands over his belly, eyes closed as he swayed from side to side, taking careful shuddering swallows. Each step took years off him, but eventually, they made it to their cabin, a tidy-looking one at that.

They had agreed to share a bunk bed, Itto would stay with the bottom one simply for the fact he didn't fit the space between the top one and the ceiling. Shinobu carelessly tore off the bed covers, dragging the mattress to the floor, and led Itto to it.

“There. Puke on this if you feel like it, but don't get any of it on the floor”, she ordered, handing him a small empty trash can which Itto took shakingly. He hadn't said a word since they arrived here. “What's up with you, huh?”

“I–”, he sniffed, his eyes welling up with tears. “I really don't feel good…”

“Wow, really? You don't say”, she faked her surprise. “Come on, you could've just said you get seasick. I would've brought anything you would need, no need to be shy.”

“I– I didn't know either. I've never… been on a boat before”, he admitted.

“Ugh, of course”, Shinobu hit her face with a palm. “I should've known. You get motion sick on wagons, why would this be any different?”

Itto let out a strangled whimper, both lamenting not thinking ahead. His stomach growled sadly, and his face crumpled.

“Why don't you try to take a nap? I'll see what I can do in the meantime”, she suggested, her gaze softening.

“A-Alright…”, he agreed, kicking off his sandals and laying back in bed, his frown never letting up. “I-I'm sorry Shinobu… for ruining your trip.”

She froze where she stood. “It's fine, you didn't ruin anything”, came the cold answer. “Not yet anyway.”

He understood the message, loud and clear, and turned his back to her, closing eyes and waited for sleep to come.

#emeto #emetophilia #nausea #seasickness #hunger #food mention #vomiting #stomach noises #gen/shin imp/act #gen/shin imp/act arat/aki it/to #gen/shin imp/act ku/ki shin/obu #mentioned arat/aki gang #read as platonic only #unwilling caretaking #unwilling caretaker #tw vomit #tw emeto #dana//emeto fic #my writing

[whumpfessional]

Sweetness

Pt 11 of Circe’s Story, other parts in Masterpost.

No brutal violence here, just sweetness.

Only to make the pain later so much more bitter

CW: Slavery, minor whump

“So.. uh…” Ghorek scratched his head slightly as he stood by the door, “what do you want from shore?”

The girl looked up from the huge pile of different sized bolts she was sorting through. The raiders tended to just throw everything in a bag while looting ships they boarded and she was often stuck organizing the random assortment of gear. She furrowed her brow at the question, confused. 

Ghorek let out a sigh looking down at her. “Come on, help me out here. It’s an inter-species port, I’m sure there’s something there for you.”

The girl looked confused still. Something there for her? Was that a threat? He didn’t look very threatening, hadn’t even thrown anything at her since Balak had talked to him. She shook her head, of course she didn’t want anything. She was given everything she needed and deserved. If there was anything lacking, that was her fault. She turned back to the pile in front of her, sitting cross legged on the ground. 

“Hey, kid.” Ghorek stepped forward, snapping to get her attention. She jerked her head up quickly, fear lighting up her eyes. He stopped suddenly, putting up his hands in front of him. “It’s okay. Just… do you want something sweet? Kids like sweets, right?” 

Sweets. She had sweets a couple times, stolen off of platters returning to the kitchen from banquets. There were bowls of them in some of the guest areas in the compound but she hadn’t dared touch them. 

Was it a test? The girl looked him over again. He was impatient to head out but wasn’t mad, didn’t seem to be concealing something. She had noticed that he was not as good a liar as Balak, often rubbing the bottom of his nose when he did. 

She took a risk. She gave a quick nod, making eye contact with him, before turning her eyes down again, focusing on the task. Ghorek gave a grunt, heading out the door into the hallway. Laughter trickled in as the door opened but the noise was cut off as the door slammed shut. 

Click. The lock. She was safe. Her shoulders dropped as she relaxed slightly, happy to continue sorting uninterrupted. 

Once the bolts had been properly sorted and filed away, the girl stepped back, admiring her work. All those years of keeping Balak’s quarters maintained had given her the skills needed to keep a clean and organized engine room. The bins weren’t labelled but everything had its place and the system made sense to her. Sometimes Ghorek would file things in the wrong place and she had to fix it. But that was okay. She was being useful. 

Humming a song she had heard on Ghorek’s holoscreen, she turned back to a second pile, this one of random widgets that had been collected. Plopping herself down, she happily lost herself in the organizing. 

So lost that she jerked upright when the door hissed open however many hours later. Her heart raced for a moment before Ghorek stepped through, carrying a small bag with him. She lowered her eyes, turning back to her work. 

Ghorek cleared his throat as he stepped closer. The girl lifted her head again and noticed he was holding out the bag to her. She tipped her head to the side in confusion. 

“It’s.. uh.. for you.” Ghorek cleared his throat. When the girl made no move towards the bag, he dropped it in her lap. “I found a human vendor. She said they are some kind of bean bun.” He grumbled again, shrugging awkwardly.

The bag was warm in her lap and the most incredible smell wafted up from it. The girl slowly reached for the opening of the bag, peeking inside. 

A puff of steam rose up and beneath it, she was able to see three beautiful large white buns. She looked up quickly, trying to hide her excitement. “Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely, folding the bag back up. 

Ghorek gave a nod then turned to leave. “I’m going to go gamble and drink away my credits. Don’t blow up the ship while I’m gone.” He gave a wave as he stepped through the door which hissed shut with a snap. 

Click. The girl waited a few more moments for the boot steps to recede before ripping open the bag again, taking a deep sniff. Slowly, she reached in, pulling a hot bun out into her hands. Her calloused fingers absorbed most of the heat but she still held it lightly, admiring it. 

It was made of perfect white flour, none of the brown cracked grain she was used to being served. She pinched it slightly, the airy dough compressing between her fingers. Pinching off a piece, she popped it into her mouth. 

She couldn’t resist letting out a hum of contentment as the sweet bun melted in her mouth. Her stomach grumbled loudly and she caved, taking a bite right from the bun. 

Something warm and sweet filled her mouth and she pulled the bun back, revealing a red paste filling. She closed her eyes, savouring the taste until it had left her mouth before taking another bite. 

The girl tried to stretch it out for as long as possible but the first bun was gone much more quickly than she wanted. She made herself hide the other two in her little alcove, saving them for when she was hungry again. 

She tried to return back to sorting but her stomach grumbled again. It couldn’t hurt, she reasoned, to have half of another one. She set the half on one of the pipes, the heat radiating off of it warming up the bun again. 

The girl took her time with the half, forcing herself to sort a section of the pile before she delicately took another bite, letting it dissolve in her mouth instead of chewing it. 

It was still over too soon but the sweetness lingered in her mouth until she lay down to sleep that night, still dreaming about that kindness.

#circe story #slavery #circe #unwilling caretaker #whump

[journey-to-the-attic]

i was rewatching dw and I thought of this

lucifer: to be clear, your father kissed me first

ik: and you kissed him back?

lucifer: no.

lucifer: i kissed his mouth.

ik: ???

solomon: ik, it's too late. he's making dad jokes already

it doesn't work as well with he/him pronouns lmao-

no this is excellent... we can say that it's a slip-up on lucifer's part because he's not 100% dad quite yet, so of course his jokes aren't completely butter-smooth

#a lot can be said about moffat's dw run but at least a lot of the jokes still hold up #it's just when he starts taking himself too seriously that the issues arise... #answering asks #anon asks #zhaolu #ik: are you. are you dating?? #lucifer (unwilling to label it): no. he's... like a caretaker. he cares so i don't have to

[whumpetywhump]

Kinnporsche - Ep. 11

#kinnporsche #thai drama #captivity #torture #aftermath #unconscious #infection #tied up #unwilling suspension #concern #face touching #caretaker #bandages #medicated #dehydration #build jakapan #bible wichapas #whump #thai whump #asian whump

[corpwhump]

Hi! I'm bad at making decisions so I'm just putting my playlist on shuffle, my song is We Have It All by Pim Stones ✨️✨️

Hope it gives you ideas <3

Whumpee turned whumper looking back at caretaker, face splattered in blood, knife still in whumper's chest, still-warm blood pooling out onto the floor, half-smiling and wide eyed

Whumpee laughing a bit, clearly incredibly freaked out and still processing what they just did-- immediately spilling into a ramble about why they did it, justifying themself to caretaker any way they can, while caretaker stares at whumper's mangled and lifeless body in some mix of shock and horror that whumpee was capable of that.

Whumpee eventually realizing that caretaker is actually afraid of them, and whumpee deciding they can be the one to protect caretaker now, that caretaker absolutely can't think of them differently now, it was only natural after all they've been through and making caretaker their new whumpee, taking whumper's spot at the top, slowly becoming the person who had tormented them for so many years, shoving their guilt down about what they're doing to caretaker in favor of deluding themself that they're doing it for caretaker's own good even as they start to recreate punishments enacted upon them when caretaker steps out of line

their lines.

#oof I had both trouble and fun with this one #song gave me vibes of a whumpee turned whumper #and there's lyrics there that suggest that the singer is apologizing desperately to a lover or something #although the singer seems to be absolutely unwilling to admit that they lost the deal they made #god I love music. #thank u for the ask :) #whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumper #whumpee turned whumper #caretaker turned whumpee

[whump-it]

WHUMPTOBER 2022

No.1

Unconventional Restraints

Tagging some people who might like this. Please say if you want to be removed!

@pepperonyscience @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @justabitofwhump @ashintheairlikesnow @whump-tr0pes @albino-whumpee @stab-the-son-of-a @strahlenderzynismus

"Do you remember that game?" Whumper asked, casually. Easy. As though they weren't handcuffing whumpees wrist to a horizontal metal pole, arm outstretched at ninety degrees to their body where they stood.

Whumpee glanced around, breathing coming in quick and panicked little inhales and exhales.

"What game?" They asked. "What are you talking about? Game?"

"Yes you know the one," Whumper said, clipping the handcuff so it was loose around the pole. The pole that went straight from one wall to the other. "Other hand now," Whumper said, cuffing Whumpees other wrist to the second pole that ran across the room on the other side of them.

Parallel bars. And Whumpee stood in the middle of them, arms outstretched to either side.

"I don't know!" Whumpee shouted.

"Now now," Whumper said, stepping back and adjusting Whumpees hands, one at a time. First this one. Lifted up. A pat on the back of the hand. A silent instruction to stay just like that. Then that one. The same lift and pat.

Trembling in place, Whumpee watched as Whumper walked across the room and stood by the door. Hand on a switch. Not a light switch.

"Don't buzz the wire,"

"What!?"

"Don't. Buzz. The wire!" Whumper said, laughing. "That's the game!"

"Why are you talking about games!? I don't know what you're talking about! Please!"

"If the wire gets touched," Whumper said, smiling. "Well then, you lost. You lost! Yes? You must have played this game!"

Whumpee shook their head, arms shaking where they were outstretched. Eyes filling with tears.

"Yes? You've played it. Yes?"

"Yes," Whumpee whispered.

"Good!" Whumper said with a huge smile plastered across their face. "Metal cuffs, metal pole, then I flick this switch here and..." the switch clicked quietly, but Whumpee flinched. "... go on. Test it out."

"Please," Whumpee whispered. "Please don't make me. Please."

"Do it," Whumper said.

"No,"

"Do it,"

Whumpee shook their head. Trembled. Shaking already at the effort needed to keep their arms outstretched and the cuffs away from the poles. "Please. No. Please please. Please..."

"Do it. Do it. DO IT!" Whumper yelled, making Whumpee jump. The cuffs caught on the poles, clanging.

Buzzing.

Loud.

Whumpee cried out in anticipation, tried to pull their hands in on a reflex of self preservation, but nothing happened. Nothing. No pain. Just a buzz.

Whumper laughed loud, a bark of a noise.

"I hate you!" Whumpee screamed at them. "It didn't do anything! I hate you!"

"It didn't?" Whumper asked, stepping away from the switch and coming to stand by Whumpee. Adjusting their hands again so that the cuffs came away from the poles and the buzzing stopped. The laughter had stopped too.

"You know it didn't!" Whumpee shouted through tears and hiccuping sobs of relief, the force of which let their arms move which set the poles to buzzing again as the cuffs hit into them.

"Not to you, no," Whumper said, adjusting Whumpees hands again.

"What do you mean?" Whumpee asked. "What do you mean!?"

Whumper stepped away and went to the door by the switch. Opened it.

Stepped into the hall.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?" Whumpee screamed, the cuffs hitting the poles again as they frantically tried to readjust their position.

"Hmm?" Whumper smiled at them from the hallway, hand on the door knob. "Oh! Yes. I forgot to tell you. Caretaker, who you like so much? Well, they're not having quite so much fun as you. Because every time you set those poles to buzzing...?" Whumper trailed off and shut the door.

"NO!" Whumpee screamed, body moving on instinct.

The poles buzzed as the cuffs caught on them.

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #unconventional restraints #oc #medium writing #whumper #caretaker #whumpee #don't buzz the wire #hurt off screen #unwilling whump

[the-three-whumpeteers]

May I ask for a list of prompts where the Whumper and the Caretaker are the same person? Thank you!

Apvkrkgj shoutout to me losing my progress with this-

Ahem, but I’m gonna call the caretaker/whumper whatever fits most in the situation

The caretaker was being forced to hurt the whumpee by their boss, and they always felt horrible about what they did- so the last thing they can do is comfort the whumpee every once in a while. The whumpee was just scared of the caretaker, not knowing what the caretaker would do every time they walked in.

The whumper was manipulating the whumpee, I giving them periods of comfort in order to make the whumpee a bit more obedient. The whumpee can’t help but yearn for the moments of comfort after long periods of torture, it’s the only thing they can hold on to anymore.

It would be random every time, the whumper could be the most caring person they’ve met one day and the most sadistic the next- they were completely unpredictable. The whumper loved doing this, confusing their whumpees every time they walked in only to see them cry from joy or grief moments after.

#whump #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump prompts #whumper #caretaker #unwilling whumper #torture #captivity whump #the void screams back

[mariocki]

Michael Goodliffe as British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain in The Roads to Freedom (BBC, 1970)

#fave spotting #michael goodliffe #the roads to freedom #callan #hunter #neville chamberlain #1970 #bbc #classic tv #Goodliffe plays Chamberlain as a slightly tired‚ sickly seeming man‚ somewhat detached and perhaps not fully grasping the weight #of the moment he finds himself in; probably a pretty fair assessment of the real figure‚ who had widely been considered a caretaker pm #but was unexpectedly thrust into a pivotal moment of history (and was indeed tired and sickly; he'd be dead by 1940) #Chamberlain's immediate postwar legacy had been highly negative‚ and he was widely considered culpable for escalating conflict in ww2 #by failing to act more quickly or decisively in the crucial moments depicted in Roads to Freedom; Churchill's own memoirs had cemented #public opion of the man as a leader who may have been well intentioned but was fundamentally weak and ineffective‚ blind to Hitler's #strength and unwilling to take a firm stance when one had been required. by 1970 tho‚ when this series was being made‚ there had begun #something of an attempt to rehabilitate Chamberlain's tenure as pm

[devotedlystrangewizard]

gnawing on corrin fire emblem

#ramblings #oh corrin. if only your game was good. #someone who grew up as sheltered as corrin did ending up witnessing the worst humanity has to offer could be so interesting #HELL. CORRIN WITNESSING THE HORRORS AND STILL THINKING THOSE COMMITTING THE HORRORS CAN BE HELPED #ALWAYS BELIEVING PEOPLE ARE GOOD #a person sticking to their ideals so strongly until they truly do make the world a better place is compelling #its just that fates doesnt know what character development is #or character depth. could you imagine corrin losing someone close to them on the battlefield #being dragged away kicking and screaming. unwilling to believe they actually lost someone #having to live with the fact that EVERYONE in that army. is basically sworn to die for them should the need arise #their siblings? nieces/nephews? friends caretakers their fucking spouse ANYONE. would die before them #because theyre the main character. if you play on classic corrin dying is a gameover #theyre at the heart of the army and they barely even know how war works #corrin hardening over time but still sticking to their ideals. no matter what #sorry im writing fates fic to fill the niles-shaped hole in my heart and the dynamic of hopeful idealist/pessimistic realist #is getting to me #something really fun about corrin breaking and making characters like niles attempt to comfort them #their supports are mostly just 'tell me ur sad backstory' 'lol sure' BUT NEVER THE OTHER WAY AROUND PROPERLY #forcing niles into being a character instead of a caricature since 2016. jesus fucking christ hes gonna be on my mind forever #niles struggling with a genuine relationship. because he cant really comprehend unconditional kindness. but trying. bc he loves them #these two are on my mind again i love them (the version of them in my head)

[astrologythingzzz]

Astrology observations Nr. 4

I am officially back! I hope you like my observations and remember: these are all my observations, they're not meant to hurt anyone! 🧸

Pisces rising women can be pretty cold, distant and aloof. Even when you're really close to them, it always feels like there's this barrier between you and them

Also I've noticed they're really bad at conversation. I really despise talking to them because they're so passive and unwilling to say anything. They're just too quiet for me (I'm a Gemini moon and air dominant) (sorry to anyone who's a nice Pisces rising 🧸🥺🤍)

Saturn in the 4th house had mothers or caretakers that were strict and not pleased with their accomplishments. They may feel like they're never good enough for their mother

Neptune in the 4th house may have caretakers that were unable to actually take care of them. I've seen this in people whose parents struggled with substance abuse or mental health issues. These children dream about the perfect life and the perfect family. They wish they grew up "normally" 🥺

Leo sun and virgo rising is just such a beautiful placement. Both my friends have this and they're the perfect mix of generosity, playfulness and helpfulness. They're the best 🥺

Virgo Venus and their obsession with pets, a healthy and balanced diet and their body.

Also 6th house venus, they're the ones going after a career as a nutritionist or a dog trainer

Scorpio sun gemini rising look absolutely stunning in black, with black eyeliner, a corset top and silver jewellery

Aries moons are the perfect friends for spontaneous day trips. They're so full of life it makes me so happy! It truly fulfills and satisfies my need for variety

Love love love virgo mercuries. So smart, so talkative, so good at conversation. The perfect friends to visit a café and talk about life for hours 🫶🏼

Venus opposite Ascendant have a lot of Libra or libra rising traits. Though they know how to "use" people for their personal social gain and status. They're very charming and are always surrounded by a ton of friends. They're also always in a relationship or in love

They also loove romantic novels like the ones that are a bit too much

Aquarius Mercuries are real musical geniuses

The weeknd, Rihanna, Lolo Zouai, Harry Styles, Justin Bieber, Olivia Rodrigo are all aqua mercuries. We're the best 🫶🏼

Many astrologers say that the moon sign is most important when it comes to music, but I personally relate more to the artists that have the same Mercury sign as me, for me it's aqua mercuries or people who are heavily influenced by aquarius

That's it for now, I hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts!

Love you, have a nice day wherever and whenever you're reading this!

Also happy new year🤍 I wish you all the blessings and love you deserve! 🤍🤍🤍

#astrology observations #astrology #aries moon #saturninthehouses #Saturn #saturn in the 4th house #neptune #neptune in the 4th house #virgo mercury #leosunvirgorising #leo sun #virgo rising #aquarius mercury #mercury #virgovenus #venus in the 6th house #pisces rising #venus opposite ascendant #ascendant #rising sign #scorpio sun gemini rising #scorpio sun #gemini rising

[yandere-sins]

Just read your yandere!Ghost HCs and I am absolutely in love!! What are your thoughts on a shared darling between an all yandere!task force 141? Do you think it will make Ghost less possessive cause he doesn't have to worry about protecting their darling all the time or even more so cause he has to share? 🤔 Also curious about the other members interacting both with their darling and each other.

You're an amazing writer and I love all of your works so much!! Have a lovely day!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for your request! ♥ I only did the core members I know of and about, hope that's alright!

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Price

♡ John has undisputed dips on you in this dynamic. He doesn't take the active role of caretaker for you, but he gets to hold you first after a mission, be the first to kiss you, and ask if you've eaten and if you were good while he was gone. He's the one giving orders concerning you after consulting with the others, and he's the one to cozy up to if you really want to better your living situation, even though he doesn't easily fall for tricks. You'll have to behave in front of him because the punishments he orders are all the harsher. Putting you into your place never feels more bittersweet than when he gives you both carrot and stick to remind you of your position by his side. That you are nothing without him. That you need him. But as long as you indulge him a little whenever he asks for it, his presence in the group isn't much trouble to you.

♡ Price mostly hands over taking care of you to the boys, laughing when he jokes about "being too old" to clean up after you. But he has that authority no one can argue against. If he wants you in his bed for the night, the others won't complain as they send you to his room, and if he dislikes your attitude, he'll treat you like a rookie soldier in need of some discipline—just without professionalism holding him back. But it's so easy to get along with him if only you let down your pride a bit. When you catch him watching you across the table, get up from whoever's lap you are on and climb on Price's. Allow him to knead your thighs and ass while you cuddle against his chest, and you'll have this grown man melt with affection for you. And when he asks whose bed you want to share that night, never hesitate to ask for his. If he doesn't want to, he'll send you away anyway, but showing him how devoted you are will earn you lots of browny points that might help you out of more complicated situations with the others. Price never forgets what you do—neither good nor bad.

Soap

♡ Soap is, undoubtedly, the social butterfly of the group, and you are his unwilling victim. He so loves to hang out with you, every bit of attention going straight to his ego. Then again, he's also your best bet when it comes to food, bathing, and other basic needs that you want met from your captors. He's the easiest to ask for anything because he wants your attention desperately and will try to fulfill your wishes like a dog trying to impress his owner. He's also your main chaperon around base, gladly escorting you to the kitchen, the bathroom, or wherever the rest of the group is. If no one else claims you for the day or night, his room is basically yours, and you are often collected from it, as John will claim all your time and your sanity if left unchecked.

♡ Regardless, behind all the smiles and jokes, he's definitely the most obsessed. You'll find him wide awake, watching you sleep at night or licking your cutlery after you eat. There have been no fewer than three times that he didn't accompany you into the shower, taking advantage of you whenever he can. It's hard to look into his eyes sometimes, wide open and swirling with madness while he watches you, always right there to catch you when you fall. Soap will gladly lick the blood off your wounds if he's not pulled away by the collar of his shirt. King of not caring what the others think, he's not even realizing how weird he's being, but you know. You know what he does with your underwear at night. You know the crazed rambles he whispers into your ear when he thinks you're asleep. You wholeheartedly believe he's tempering with your food sometimes, and you know there's hell to pay if you make him snap. John will take a lot of screaming and fighting back. However, you still have bruises from the last time his composure cracked, and no amount of him kissing them better helps to forget the way he can and will crack your skull on a wall if you defy him one too many times.

Ghost

♡ The reality is that Simon profits greatly from the arrangement but isn't too keen on it. He'll tolerate it; watch quietly as everyone else salivates over you. But nothing can convince him that any of the guys are better for you than he is. Even if he gives in to Price's authority, Soap's efforts, and Roach's right to you, doesn't mean he thinks they should have you. He's known for stealing you out of beds and sometimes kidnapping you to someplace the others won't find right away to get some undisturbed alone time. However, being with him is terrifying. You won't be able to relax, your heart pounding against your ribcage when you're with him. After all, it's Ghost, and he's a big, unpredictable meanie, at least in your opinion.

♡ Doesn't help that he's usually the one to diffuse any problems the others have with you before taking you with him and giving you the punishment you'll feel for the next few days. The others trust him to do the right thing, to make you obedient and sweet again. And he does, most of the time. There's only so much pain and torture you can endure. But he's also the one to mend your wounds and patch you up, gently asserting authority over you when you get fussy while he helps you stay alive after one of the others caused havoc on your body. You told him so many times you wanted to die, and he was the one to soothe you, hold you until you fell asleep. Sometimes, you think about thanking him. But then you remember his other side, the one that enjoys your pain, enjoys your dependency on him. The Ghost that loves cornering you against walls and kissing you breathlessly while you struggle, the one that broke and put your ankles into casts after you tried to run away. The shadow that is always there to remind you to play nice but who never rewards you in return. He must love you, somewhere, deep inside his shrewd brain. But you hate him with every fiber of your being. He's your worst nightmare, enemy, the bastard of the group. And your savior, protector, and most devoted lover at the same time.

Roach

♡ Gary is the yandere that you want to get along with. Who you actively try to pull on your side against the others, thinking he'd give you some leniency and compassion. After all, he ensures you get what you need when everyone else is too busy fawning over you. He brings in the goods to play with you, and makes you little gifts that you know are from him but he never claims your thanks. Roach is the last escape when you're in for another punishment, and you gladly disregard the fact that he's turning a blind eye to what his mates are doing if it means escaping whatever Soap or Ghost are planning to do with you. He's the eery presence at your back, his eyes always drilling into you, but his hands never forcing you towards him. He feels safe. Safer than anyone else, at least. But still waters are deep, and you don't know how you and his delayed gratification affect him.

♡ You are in for a rude awakening when you run to him, beg him to help you, and plead with him to make the others stop. Suddenly, his hands are all over you, and you are pulled into his lap, tightly secured in his arms, face burying into the crook of your neck as he breathes you in. It feels like you're imprisoned in his grasp, your body crushed between his and his arms. He's patient, always laying in wait for you to come to him, so when you do, you are all his. No one dares to disturb him when he traps you against him. The others might sigh and groan but will retreat and give him the time he's owed, considering he never asks for it. And Roach plans to use his time with you wisely, give you all the attention and care he's been holding back or doing in the shadow. You'll belong to him all night long without a second to breathe while he devours you, devotes all his love to you. You'll only be given back once he's done smothering you in suffocating adoration, leaving his marks all over you, and making you thoroughly regret the trust you put into him to help you and protect you. He's just as bad, if not worse than the others, and he'll gladly lure you into the fake sense of safety again with his presence and subtle touches that will keep them away as no one knows when Roach is ready to claim you again. Now that he had a taste, it's hard not to want more...

#ghost #soap #price #roach #yandere ghost #yandere soap #yandere price #yandere roach #cod #call of duty #yandere cod #yandere call of duty #yandere!cod #yandere!call of duty #yandere!ghost #yandere!soap #yandere!price #yandere!roach #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Bowling Pin

Debut: Bowling

Yeah, Bowling! It's the pin, from Bowling! Bowling is a game, so it is fair game for this blog. And the pins are Weird Enemies! The whole point of Bowling is to Defeat as many pins as possible. You are taught to HATE them! It's messed up. I will teach you to love them.

When anthropomorphizing a bowling pin, are you on Team Face On Tip or Team Face On Base? I think both have their merits. Tip is good for if you want to give it a humanoid impression, like it could walk up to you and shake your hand. Hug you. Even... kiss you?! Base, however, is more of a creature, which I imagine waddling around on a bunch of legs or tentacles emerging from the bottom. It would hobble up to you and ask you, "Gleep gwanorb?" Answer carefully, or it might aim its Space Ray Gun at you! In the base design, the tip of the pin could be an antenna, or it could be read as a long-haired creature that tied its hair up in a tall bun!

You know something messed up? There are more types of bowling pins! No one ever told me that! The classic one we all default to is the Ten-pin, but there are two others! We'll get to them. Biologically, a Ten-pin must abide to the specific standards set by the United States Bowling Congress, adopted by World Bowling. They MUST be 15 inches (380 mm) tall, 4.75 inches (121 mm) wide at their widest point, and weigh 3 pounds and 8 ounces (1.6 kg), give or take 2 ounces (.057 kg). Wow! These would be some unrealistic standards to live up to, if these were not chunks of carved and coated wood produced specifically to match up to these measurements.

The reason the different pins are pictured with different balls is that they are used in different variations of the game! Candlepin is pretty self-explanatory. It's shaped like a candle. But Duckpin? That looks like a smaller, cuter, more marketable Ten-pin. What's its deal?

My first thought was, it's called a Duckpin because it looks like a duck! It has the one red line like the ring around a male mallard's neck, and it is rather shaped like a duck as seen from the front, overall! How cute! In reality, they are called Duckpins because the way they scatter when hit reminded a duck hunter of a scattering duck flock. Always comes back to violence with poor little Bowling Pin. They have it so rough! They could really use a friend, who's always there to pick them up when they're down.

Name: Pinsetter

Debut: Bowling

Pinsetter is just the sort of friend a Bowling Pin needs! No matter how many times Pin is knocked down, Pinsetter will be there to pick it up and put it back in its deserving spot. If any mean ol' stray Bowling Balls try to land a cheap hit, Pinsetter's sweep bar will block them. Play fair, you bully ball! Pinsetter's job used to be done by human Pin Boys, but there can still be a human in the mix, making sure the machine is clean, and unjamming it if need be. I can only assume this beautiful relationship between human and machine is just like that of horse and rider.

The more I think about it, though, is Pinsetter really helping? It's just putting the pins back in harm's way every single time, facilitating their unending torment. It blocks incoming balls, but only briefly, allowing them to crash through the pins as soon as they're all reset. Why does it do this? Who does it work for? Who is sending all these balls?!

...It's Pinsetter.

Pinsetter does not only set the pins. It detects the score, encouraging players to hit as many pins as possible. It returns the balls, giving them the weapons to do so. Humans think they're playing a game, but Pinsetter is playing them all! It controls the whole operation, driven by nothing but pin bloodlust! Maybe Bowling Ball has been misunderstood, another tortured soul, an unwilling pawn in Pinsetter's twisted game!

Bowling Pins are beautiful creatures. They belong in the wild, or with trustworthy, knowledgeable caretakers. To bowlers, they are an Enemy. To me, they are a Friend.

#bowling pin #bowling ball #duckpin #pinsetter #bowling #bowling enemies #bowling allies #bowling friends #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako #long post

[moronkombat]

I'm not sure if you do funny requests, but if you do, maybe a single parent s/o with two chaotic kids dragging along Syzoth, Tomas, Kenichi, and Johnny to gift their mom a boyfriend?

i chose to do syzoth and tomas because i am feeling sleepy from all the typing. im sorry!!!

"Where are you taking me again?" Comes Syzoth's inquiry.

"To see mom." A small voice says.

"Yeah, she'll be very happy with us!" Comes another.

Syzoth's brow squirm in confusion but as two little hands guide him, just gently pulling on his fingers, he finds himself unwilling to pull away. Their smiles are that of happiness and he too once knew the happiness of a child.

But he hasn't the time to think about it, not when he feels a tug from the two little ones that pull him further. He hears some shouting then, panicked and calling. Names? Soon he doesn't have to guess who these names belong to.

A woman comes into view and her eyes dart to the children holding Syzoth's hands. "There you two are!"

She is rushing over to them now, kneeling down to check on them. She appears nervous and breathless, having been searching for her children for sometime now.

"We've brought you a present, mom!"

"Yeah, we've found you a boyfriend!"

What? Suddenly Syzoth is blushing and the woman is chiding her children before her gaze finds him. She stands then.

"I am so sorry, sir." She begins rather embarrassed.

"It's...alright." Syzoth says, giving a half smile, "I'm just glad they found their mother."

"You and me both, and you two-" her gaze snaps to her children, hands at her "-no more games about this, alright?"

Her children merely seem to laugh and giggle and Syzoth can't help but smile.

"So, what's your name again, Smokey?" Says someone much smaller than the Lin Kuei member

"It's Tomas."

"I like Smokey better. Don't you?" A small pair of eyes find another.

"Yeah. It sounds a lot better."

Tomas raises a brow as he follows these two kids who have claimed to have lost their mother. They rather calm to be without their caretaker, aren't they? That's what Tomas thinks but how was he to turn away two small children in need of help?

Shouting hits his ears and his brow quirks. The two children seem to speed up and so Tomas steps a bit lighter. When turning the corner he is met with a woman who appears most frantic. She is quick to run over, taking the children into a hug and Tomas figures this must be there mother.

"Where have you two been?!" She demands but her children appear ever calm.

"We went to go find you a boyfriend. His name is Smokey. Our plan was done perfectly, right?"

"Yup yup!"

Tomas feels awkward, rubbing the back of his neck. "They told me they lost their mother..."

"Oh did they?" She gives her children a look but they play rather innocent.

"Thank you for bringing them back to me and I'm sorry you got caught up in their game."

"Don't mention it. Just happy to bring them back to you. My name is really Tomas, by the way."

"Well, Tomas, it is good to meet you."

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat fanworks #mortal kombat headcanons #mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #syzoth #syzoth x reader #tomas vrbada #mk smoke #tomas x reader #tomas x you #syzoth x you

[fatuismooches]

Hello! If your requests are open, may I request Akademiya Dottore and Reader where the reader helped design his hair? Like, cut his hair and get him to have the curtain bangs and mullet he has now? I apologize if this is confusing.

Being Zandik’s lover in the Akademiya also meant being a dutiful roommate and his part-time caretaker, because if it weren’t for you, there would be many more occurrences where he skipped meals and lost dozens of hours of sleep. Let’s just say, you were a very persistent person when it came to your boyfriend’s health.

At the very least, he did keep himself presentable. But once he came to terms that you were genuinely trying to help, he left the buying of products like lotion, soap, and shampoo to you, so he wouldn’t have to leave the dorm to purchase such items. This was actually a good thing because you could make him smell however you wanted! Though you don’t want to think about the time you found out he used a 9 in 1 shampoo. (It was banned from the dorm immediately.)

One of the other things you did for Zandik was cutting his hair. Many of his haircuts were done by you, he found it convenient since he could continue to read while you snipped-snipped his locks away. You normally kept it short, so it wouldn’t get in the way of whatever illegal or legal things he wanted to do. But this time, you wondered how long his hair could grow if you didn’t intervene.

And oh, did it grow.

His blue hair was now a little bit past his shoulders, fluffy and curly thanks to your brushing. (The first few times, he had chased you away, but gave in when he found out he liked the feeling of his hair being combed.) Zandik didn’t bother questioning why you let his hair reach this length, he didn’t care much about his appearance unless it was bothering him personally. Until now.

“[Name], give me a haircut,” Zandik’s annoyed voice broke the silence of the room, his notes lying abandoned on the desk as he gave you a vexed look, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. You giggled, pushing away your homework that was definitely due the next day in favor of your lover.

“Oh? You’re not enjoying the long hair anymore?”

“It’s grown to be inconvenient,” he muttered. “It’s so long, sometimes blood gets matted in it.” You had to hold back a snicker at that complaint. As to why Zandik simply didn’t tie it up, well, for some reason, he doesn’t like doing that. Oh, but you do wonder how he managed to get blood in his hair. Usually, he’s more careful than that with his subjects. Guess it was indeed time for a haircut. “And these bangs, they get in the way of my eyes. It’s hindering my research,” he huffed. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll cut it,” you chuckled. You just wished you had some sort of device that could capture his current look forever. It was just so adorable to see Zandik with a mop of fluffy long hair.

After you had set up the area with a towel and a mirror, you got your scissors and comb ready (unfortunately Tevyat didn’t have any better tools.) Zandik already had his attention placed on a hefty ancient book, and you began to move the scissors to a tuff of hair.

Snip. The fluff ball flew down to the floor. And that was when you paused. All of this hair was really going to be gone soon. Which was a shame, considering it was really growing on you. But then an idea popped into your head.

“Hey Zandik,” you said, propping your arms on his shoulders, “What if I gave you a different haircut?” A few seconds of silence passed and you couldn’t contain a grin as Zandik’s red eyes flicked up from his book to stare at you through the mirror you had placed in front of you two.

“Is this why you didn’t bother cutting my hair for so long? I don’t recall being asked to be part of your little experiment.”

“Well, it’s not like you were that much of an unwilling participant. If you truly hated it, you would have made me cut it a long time ago, no?” Zandik scoffed and you took it as a sign it wasn’t a flat-out no.

“Come on! You’ve had that same haircut for years, it’s time to spice things up a bit,” you insisted. “It’ll look so good, promise,” you pouted, going as far as to press your cheek against his scowling face. He let out a sigh but you already knew he was going to agree. It’s the intuition you got from years of dealing with him.

“Fine. Do as you like,” he grumbled, giving you authority over the direction his hair would be now, as he returned his attention to the book. “As long as it is something decent.” You silently cheered. 

You had a faint vision of what you wanted, but you had to be cautious of the snip-snipping. Maybe you should start with the bangs first. Instead of the hair falling on his forehead, you wanted to clear that area and make two long bangs to the side of his face instead. Convenient, Zandik’s favorite, and pretty too, your favorite! And so you got to work, clipping and cutting around. But it seemed like your human experiment was more interested than you gave him credit for. 

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Zandik let out a discontented noise but allowed you to proceed. You found it amusing how his eyes were flickering up to you every now and then to assess your progress. And soon enough, you had done it! Two long, blue locks of hair now bordered your boyfriend’s face, parted from the middle of his forehead. Even Zandik seemed to be satisfied with your work.

But still… it felt like there was something missing. It needed a little something else, to make it a bit unique. Perhaps if you just changed the length of one… you brought the scissors closer to snip off a piece of hair before a hand suddenly grabbed yours.

“Is it not fine this way?” Of course now he has to intervene.

“Well, it is, but… I just think it’ll look better if I just cut one a little bit.”

“I’ve never seen anyone with two differing lengths of bangs,” he frowned. “I remember asking you to present to me a decent haircut, not an outlandish one.”

“That’s because you barely go anywhere besides the dorm, Akademiya, or deep in the forest and desert,” you refuted. “It’s very stylish nowadays!” He didn’t seem much persuaded. “I’ve been cutting your hair for this long, I know what I’m doing, Zandik!”

“You’ve been doing the same haircut for years, I don’t see how that equates to knowledge or experience with other haircuts, [Name],” he rolled his eyes at you. Harmless bickering like this was normal during your Akademiya days.

“Alright, if it looks bad, I will give myself the same uneven cut. Then we’ll be even,” you whined, practically begging for him to give in. “This is very important to your long-time partner, Zandik!” You had a vision and it must be realized!

Before Zandik could let another insult roll off his tongue you made sure to throw your arms around him dramatically and bury your face in his neck, whining out another ‘please’. He stiffened at the sudden contact and you could feel the heat slowly emitting from his body, before he quickly announced his permission.

“Fine then, get on with it idiot.” He could not meet your eyes, but through the mirror, you could see his very slightly flustered face. He still had a hard time accepting physical affection without giving you a few choice words.

“I will!” With no hesitation, you snipped one of his bangs, and now, one curl of hair hovered over his shoulder while the other rested comfortably on his upper chest. And it looked… really good. 

“I told you, Zandik. You need to listen to your assistant more often,” you puffed your chest out proudly. Indeed, you didn’t know much about hair, but he didn’t need to know that, and you turned out to be right anyway!

“It’s passable at best,” he remarked, but you had already translated his sour words to that of regular language: it meant that he liked it. Hopefully, now that he’d seen your expertise, the rest of the haircut would go smoothly.

Only that it was the opposite.

“I don’t like how that looks.”

“I’m just parting your hair…”

“Part it the other way.”

“I thought you didn’t care about this,” you heartily laughed and complied with his demands. “You seem more interested in this than me.” Seeing the mad scholar so into what hairstyle he was getting was rather amusing. 

“I’m only doing this because I cannot afford for you to mess up, since you want to be so complicated with mere hair. And I don’t need the other scholars talking about me more than they already do.” Zandik wasn’t even trying to fake his keen attention now, the book long discarded on the table. Ah, you did love doing such domestic things with your murderous boyfriend.

It was hard to shave the side of his head, but with your boyfriend’s guidance (who was honestly better with scissors than you for… obvious reasons) you managed to get that part done. And at last, came the hair to the back of his head, which you shaped up easily. The locks of hair rested at the back of his neck and tickled his shoulders. It was long, just as you liked it, but not too long that it would be annoying. And so the haircut was done, with lots of blue locks now lying on the floor surrounding you. Zandik looked like a very different person now, more mature, you think.

“Well, how do you like it? I did quite well, I know,” you hummed running your fingers through his newly formatted locks.

“It’s adequate,” he replied dryly. But it seems like your content smile and gentle hands on him brought out something a bit nicer. “Not bad, indeed.”

“I’m glad you like it, love,” you pecked his forehead before you pulled away, stretching out your body. You didn’t realize how sore you were from all of that until after it was done. And now your body was crying to just collapse in the soft bed and go to sleep. Oh, your homework? Eh… your homework could wait for the morning. You’d just let Zandik do it for you. Speaking of Zandik… it looks like he was already preparing to start getting back into his research and notes again. 

“Zandik, I know you’re not thinking of going back to work now,” you sighed. “You’ve been sitting down for hours.” He simply shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“It doesn’t bother me. And I’m busy. During our last expedition, I discovered that…” Out of nowhere, he began to go off into a tangent about something he learned, which you still listened to, because you did enjoy his mini-lectures, but the new haircut especially made him look extra alluring. It was really a good look on him… and now his voice was making you want to fall asleep even more.

“Mhm, that seems quite interesting… but you’ve been pulling all-nighters this whole week. I didn’t forget how you fell asleep in the middle of dismantling a Ruin Drake during that same expedition,” you smiled, a little bit threateningly.

“It was only for a few minutes-”

“And also,” you interrupted. “I do not want to be woken up in the middle of the night during one of your loud eureka moments again, Zandik,” you stated firmly, “Especially not after I just broke my back standing up for so long. Bed. Now. And I will hold your arm hostage if you don’t come.” Normally there would be a long back and forth between the two of you, but it seemed that even Zandik lacked the normal energy to keep up the banter. 

And so with enough pulling and tugging, the two of you landed in the bed with utter darkness around. Should you have cleaned up the tufts of hair lying on the towel you placed? Yes, but cuddles and sleep came first. And for someone who moaned and whined about getting into bed with you, after years of being together, Zandik was awfully touchy when it came down to it (in a discreet way, which wasn’t very discreet though.)

Speaking of indiscreetness, your mind was brought to a certain someone who seemed to gain some interest in Zandik a while ago. “Say, Zandik, you should let me know if Sohreh has something nice to say about your new hairstyle,” you teased. “I’m sure she’ll love it.” Zandik let out an immediate groan of annoyance.

“Don��t get me started on that girl,” he clicked his tongue in irritation. “I don’t know how much longer I can handle her.” You thought the whole situation was funny, Zandik thought it was horribly annoying.

“Aww, don’t say that… I’m sure she’ll leave you be eventually,” you giggled, tightening your arms around him while your lover just hmph-ed in response.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to sleep? Cease this nonsense and rest already.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m doing that now, Mr. Popular,” you rolled your eyes mockingly. “Good night, Zandik,” your tone turned softer at that last statement, as you pressed a kiss to his chest before fluttering your eyes shut.

“Yes, good night, [Name],” the scientist returned the farewell in an unusually soft tone as well, only after you were fast asleep though.

The two lovers had a rather restful sleep that night.

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Being raised in an abused family will often leave you with the abusive system of social hierarchy in your subconscious mind, and you might not even realize you're following its rules in the life after abuse.

The system is created to rationalize and enable abuse, to the point that it's difficult for anything but abuse to go on within the system. It puts all of the people in your life in 2 possible roles: First role are the people with authority over you, who can use you, hurt you, and you have to tolerate it, you have to see it as them 'just taking their frustrations out on you' and 'not knowing any better', and not take it personally. You can't act against them because they always have some hold over you, or just scare you too much to retaliate. The second role are people who have less power than you, or depend on you in some way, and they're the ones who are acceptable for you to demand things from, take your frustrations out on, expect things from them, criticize them or complain how they're not doing enough for you. For some people, who have are used to being at the very bottom of the hierarchy, don't have anyone with less power than them, and will therefore expect always to be the one others are hurting, with nobody to take it out on but themselves.

The reason we learn this is because it happens in the abusive homes, and often other parts of society, to the point where we think it's normal. Parent getting yelled at by the boss, then yelling at home at their spouse, then spouse yelling at the children, and children yelling at each other. In each of these stages, one person is getting their need to feel 'superior to someone' met by dehumanizing and using someone they can do it to, without suffering any consequences. And we accepted this is just how life is, how is one supposed to live without having someone to vent their frustration on? And the solution they propose is 'don't take it personally, this person still loves you they're just having a bad day'. But it's not just one bad day. And there is no love, only dehumanizing you in order to feel superior.

In abusive systems like this, attention, love, caretaking or fulfilling someone's needs is scarce, and will only ever come from those lower on the abusive hierarchy. This means that the less abusive spouse, and the children, will end up giving love and care to the worst abuser, they'll have to fulfill this person's needs and wants, when it should be reverse. Families exists so children could be taken care of. The competition for attention and care can be so fierce that anyone getting attention can make other members of the family angry or jealous, because there's so little of it to go around, and the people giving attention will be taken for granted and used as resources. Dehumanized, only there to fulfill a need.

This is not how normal, healthy communities work. In a normal, healthy setting, everyone is getting their needs met, and we don't fight to feel 'superior to others', we understand that we're all equal, nobody better or more important than another, and each of us special to someone. There's value in humans that isn't shown when all you can do is try to avoid being the target of someone's anger, or trying to prove that you're a good enough resource and you don't deserve to be punished for not doing enough. No human should ever be somebody's target for letting out frustrations. Nobody deserves that.

How to tell if you're still unconsciously living by this system? See if you check any of these points:

people who willingly give you care, attention, love, and fulfill your needs, are people who you give no attention, they're boring and you know you can take them for granted

people you seek attention from are people who are in higher authority than you, popular or special in some way, and who repeatedly ignore/neglect you or are emotionally unavailable and unwilling to care for you

you don't feel guilty or ashamed for yelling or berating someone in your life who annoys you or is in your way, even if they didn't do it on purpose. you feel it's completely their fault for not thinking of you first.

you feel immensely stressed if you accidentally annoy or slight someone who you want attention from, you obsess over how will they see you now and how you must have ruined your chances to be loved or admired by them

you long for more success and better social standing, not only for the money but to feel like you're on top and allowed to tell other people off and never have any consequences for it

you look down on people who are doing worse than you, you feel inclined to tell them it's their fault because if they had tried harder, like you did, they would have made it

you don't feel guilty or ashamed of manipulating people to get what you want, especially if they present no threat to you and there's no consequences for it. You feel inside that they deserve it

you refuse to admit or acknowledge if you're being manipulated or used, because it would feel too humiliating and unbearable to withstand it, you instead pretend it didn't happen

you don't think it's a big deal to cut off anyone who isn't of any use of you, and you don't consider their feelings on the matter

being cut off by someone whose attention you want puts you in a lot of pain and humiliation and you feel like you need to keep it secret or pretend it didn't happen, it damages your sense of self to be aware of it, and you feel it's your fault it happened

you're ready to defend and make excuses for people who are above you in social standing, if they hurt you or anyone else, you feel connected to them and want to reach their status, and for this status to be protected from criticism

you feel that people who are 'below' you in society are at fault both for being hurt, and for hurting anyone else, their motives must always be malicious and you don't think any measure of sanction is too much for them

you find it very normal to vent your frustrations at people who, in your mind, should tolerate this and understand it's just a way of life

If you were at the bottom of the hierarchy in your upbringing, it's likely you don't align with most of these, because you had nobody "under" you to take for granted, or use in any way, and instead you became the resource and the world became the unreachable, scary, and filled with pain for you. If, instead, you were in the middle of it, and were constantly relying on someone to take your frustrations, fulfill your needs, while you're also doing that for somebody else, you could potentially get caught in the loophole and continue living this way, as if its the normal way of life, without realizing it.

This is not a normal way to live. In the system, there is no love, no true connection, no humanity and no respect for any human being. There's only chase for power while stepping all over people who care for you. It's not humane, not sustainable, and the system inevitably crashes once those who provide care and love, withdraw because they realize they've been abused, exploited and got only hatred in return. System relies on abuse and fake feeling of superiority in order to run, and the result is only the abuse of human beings. Nobody is still superior to anyone, but everyone in the system gets a share of being abused, exploited, manipulated and dehumanized.

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Warm feelings

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More domestic thoughts about being warm and cozy

"Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives" -C.S. Lewis

Jackets

He always reminds you to take a coat with you on the way out the door, and you always insist that you'll be fine without one. He'll tell you it's his biggest pet peeve, you refusing to wear a coat and then shivering in the cold. He never fails to drape his jacket over your shoulders at the first sign of goosebumps.

Hotch is a traditional kind of guy and he's the type of guy who suggests you take a stroll after a fancy dinner. He's just not ready for the night to come to an end. You're all dolled up, and a little tipsy from the wine you had at dinner. You agree easily, holding his hand and tucking yourself close to his side. It's colder than when you left the house, he'll grant you that. “Cold?” He asks as concerned as he is amused. And you just have to bat your lashes at him and he's slipping off his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders. It smells like his cologne and is warm from his body heat. It's an easy way for him to say ‘I love you’.

Sweaters

Hotch absolutely has his old university and FBI academy crewneck sweatshirts. Softened and faded by time; worn and washed to the point of having frayed cuffs and collars. Aaron strikes me as the if it's not broke, don't throw it out kind of guy. He likes those sweaters. They're warm and comfortable. He knows they fit, and are easy to wash; he sees no reason to replace them. More than that Aaron has a definite nostalgic streak. As much as he acts like he's detached and indifferent to anything remotely sentimental, at home he almost overcompensates, holding on to every happy moment and memory he can. Case in point, his high school yearbooks, and the pirate hat. (You cannot convince me that he doesn't keep some kind of memory box with Jack's paintings; tickets from plays; his acceptance letter from college; and birthday and anniversary cards that you've taken such care to write such heartfelt messages in). He has fond memories of his law school and academy days; he wants to keep them close. At first, you think he might be upset that you're wearing them around the house but he would actually be thrilled. It's a collision of some of his favourite things and it's a specific domestic sight to come home to. He's a caretaker by nature and it thrills him that he can manage to keep you warm and cozy every when he has to be away. You can borrow his sweaters anytime.

Body heat

The man radiates heat. Just standing next to him is enough to feel warmer. He has a knack for knowing exactly how many layers he needs to put on to stay warm, while you struggle to decide whether or not you should also put on a scarf. He does everything with such a specific level of confidence, even the way he prepares for the day is borderline awe-inspiring.

He gets so few days off that he is unwilling to let the late autumn cold interrupt his time with Jack. When the three of you head to the park, Jack insists on shedding layers, his hat and mitten coming off first, he’s warm enough running around (Aaron doesn’t let the boy take his coat off completely but they compromise and he’s allowed to keep playing with his jacket unzipped). Despite checking the forecast several times, and bundling up, the cold still gets to you. And Aaron looks so cozy in his sweater and his coat. He’s the picture of a cozy winter boyfriend with his leather gloves, and scarf. Like his son his coat hangs unzipped on his frame, and it's the perfect opportunity for you to snuggle in, arms wrapping around his torso under the warm layer of his jacket, your cold nose pressed against his chest. “Cold?” he asks with a hint of a smile. You can only tilt your head up at him to pout back. He slips his gloves off to cup your face, his hands toasty warm against your ice-cold skin. Your face warms and your heart melts when he lays a kiss on your forehead. “Hey Jack,” Aaron calls, “What would you say to getting some hot chocolate?” Jack comes running.

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