#Cloud actually acts like a doll a little!

[justcallmesakira]

DOA trio (Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma) separately with a fem reader who

Absolutely loves everything pink, frilly and with bows.

Nsfw and sfw PLEEASSEE.

Fyodor definitely has an innocence kink or something..

"TIED YOU UP WITH RIBBONS"

Sypnosis: DOA trio with a s/o who is just obsessed with frilly dollete stuff!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: bondage, clit teasing, use of vibrator, hickeys

A/N: PLEASE I LOVE DIS REQUEST SO FUCKING MUCH BECAUSE LITEARLY ME

FYODOR definitely likes well dressed women, its just his type!

I am pretty sure he can easily get you all types frilly stuff its really easy for him

Though he sometimes wonders why you are so obsessed with it infact hes more shocked when he sees your curtained bedroom

His eyes being flashed by all sorts of stuff like teddies, plushies bows pretty clothes

Sure he will act a bit judgy when he finally takes a seat in your feathery brown sofa but he will get used to it

No because i can see both yalls aesthetic being opposite he might even match fits with you!

Like for example for him dark coquette and you light coquette

Imagine calmly walking beside a lake in the afternoon with the clouds like gloomy???

I think he also likes seeing you in dolly like clothes like pink lolita skirts, big PUFFY ones and i mean puffy puffy.

NSFW MENTIONS★

I can totally see this one ride of a man have an innocence kink

I personally cant see fyodor be into bondage but he absolutely loves edging you for hours

Pressing a pink vibrator against you clit and watching you with a sadistic face as you whimper and beg to be his little fuck doll

Fyodor absolutely loves ruining your innocence especially if its in your bedroom because the you will be constantly reminded of last night

I can assure you NIKOLAI is more obsessed with dressing you like his doll then you being obsessed with pink

Not only in dollete clothes also in maid dresses with frills, pink nurse costumes, maybe even jester clothes

If you dont like the red and yellow then he will jjst make dress you into a soft pink and baby blue parriot like melanie in her Glued Up mv.

He loves doing your make up the most whether its heavy or just tinted he can do it pretty well

But what he enjoys the mlst is teasing you like asking you to mark him by revealing his collar

Nikolai definitely calls you innocent lamb, little fleece, angellete every type of pet name like this

Sometimes if you ask him to tie the ribbon he might tie it a bit too tight just to see you squirm in discomfort

NSFW MENTIONS ★

He definitely has a doll kink, shifting you here and there and using you like a marionette

Tying you up with pink laces, your wrists above your head just so he can see your pretty face whine and squirm

OKAY HEAR ME OUT nikolai specifically buying you those pretty lingerie sets you know the ones with like a transparent layer on top?

Nikolai very touchy so expect a larger hand at the top of you thighs at all times or stroking your white stockings randomly

I dont really know what to type for SIGMA because he already memorized your characteristics and stuff you like!

For example if you like big poofy skirt you will already have 10 different of them in ur closet all ready!

Hes actually intrested in your style

So one time you tied his hair in a ribbon and you just couldnt stop luaghing

I think sigma has really skilled hands so he can style your hair with different clips!

He isnt really a menace like the other two so you will just find him staring at your cotton teddies

You two switch both of them at night and he likes your one better because it reeks of strawberry <3

NSFW MENTIONS ★

Personally the thing i can see him doing is making you place hickeys on his neck

SORRY but i jst cant see him be kinky with an innocent type reader

He just wants to cuddle with you man😭

Infact sigma probably blushes and curses himself whenever hes staring at your stockings for too long

A/n: sorry it was short also FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT!!!

Tags! : @inojuuy @little-miss-chaoss @terururuko

Divider crds! : @muruffin

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x (female) Pogue!Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

WARNINGS: Obsession; Stalking; Mentions of Noncon.  Manipulation.

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Rafe doesn't like you per, but he can’t stop himself from obsessing over you. 

You’re not like the rest of those irritating Pogue’s like JJ and John B. You don’t share the same inclination for confrontation, always trying to bring peace and calm everyone down, especially Kiara.

That type of attitude fascinates him, with a tinge of jealousy, cause it shows you do care about them and often Rafe tries to imagine you doing the same for him, pleading him not to fight with those filthy Pogue’s, that you don’t want him to get hurt. 

Whenever your group of friends (which includes his annoying sister) are nearby, his eyes are immediately searching for you. Although he tries to be discreet, sometimes it becomes painfully obvious to Kelce and Topper that Rafe is staring at you. 

You’re not particularly pretty, not in the artificial way that Kook girls like to doll up, but there’s something about you. Something of a hint of natural beauty that draws him towards you and that pisses him off. You’re a medium, at best, yet Rafe - a fucking 10 - is obsessed over you. A Pogue. What a joke. 

But not even his inner conflict is able to make him forget about you as  some random girl sucks him off ýet all he can imagine is that it’s you, your hands holding onto his thighs for dear life as you struggle to take all of him inside your little mouth, expressing how good his cock feels. 

But when he’s alone in the comfort of his room, his fantasies are on the softer side, imagining a life with you by his side. Wedding in NY, honeymoon in the Bahamas. Not sure if he’d want to live in Obx, not with the Pogue infestation and your close relation with them. No way he’d let the mother of his children around those savages, if Rafe gets the final word then you’ll never see those friends of yours ever again. The more distant they are, the better. 

Rafe wants all of you, to keep you happy - with him, of course. To give you all the best in the world, to show you how good he can, if only you let him. He’d change for you, be the best boyfriend you could ever possibly ask for. You’be treated like a freaking princess, he’d make sure of that. 

But all of these delusional fantasies crack when you never seem to even acknowledge his presence, preferring to avoid him like he’s the plague. Rafe doesn’t let it show but a small part of him is actually hurt by this, while the rest of him is purely frustrated. 

It’s impossible for you not to like him, every single girl wants his attention yet you don’t seem to care. Most of the time, you completely avoid him, it’s even hard for him to get to cross eyes with you. Why do you play so hard to get?

The few times that you’ve been to the house with Sarah, Rafe did try to engage in a conversation with you, figuring it was his chance to woo you. No luck there. You’re like a vault, keeping everything to yourself, barely uttering a word to Rafe. 

Quickly, Rafe starts getting the impression that maybe you’re not as nice as he thinks you are. Maybe you’re just an arrogant silly girl, who thinks she’s better than him. Ohh, you must think so highly of yourself, no? That you’re above him, acting all high and mighty as if Rafe doesn’t deserve you.

This theory of his makes more and more sense as time passes, all the frustration and anger clouding his judgment. It’s got to be the only explanation on why you constantly ignore him. 

Rafe still wants to give you all the love in the world, but only after he fucks the atitude out of you. If you don’t drop the bitchy act, then Rafe will do it for you, don’t worry. 

Soon, he’s no longer lurking around but yes actively seeking you. He’s tired of being a nice guy, tired of playing games. 

“You should go on a date with me, have you ever been to Cesar's? Of course you haven’t, it’s a bit expensive for Pogue’s, isn’t it? Not for me though, I can show what a real date feels like.” 

If you keep denying him, boy, Rafe is gonna snap so hard one day. If you don’t want the nice Rafe, then maybe you deserve the evil Rafe for now. The one that will follow you around and won’t even try to hide it. He’ll park right outside your house, not bothering to disguise himself. 

“Stalking? That’s a pretty nasty word, you know. I would never stalk you, you must be imagining things. Why would I want to follow you? I got better things to do with my time.” 

Wherever you go, Rafe is right behind you. And each time, he gets bolder, his comments getting meaner and creepier. Maybe you wanted to deal with him on your own by ignoring his behavior but one day when he finally breaks in to your house, forcing himself on you over and over again. 

From now on, things shall be very different. You’ll do exactly as Rafe - your new boyfriend - says otherwise your family and your friends are gonna face the consequences. 

Rafe didn’t want it to be like this, to force your hand on this in such a manipulative way but seeing how you weren’t gonna budge, maybe this was the best way. He did get you in the end and that’s all that matters. 

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[dudeitiskarev]

Accidentally In Love | Part One

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x florist female reader

Summary: Penelope has a plan: throw an arrow full of love dust and make you and Hotch fall in love with each other. A series of small…inconveniences keep happening whenever you two end up in the same room, so it takes her more than one try to work her magic on you. Each incident serves its purpose, though, meaning Garcia’s work is only the last push you two need to get a happily ever after—a Penelope centered fun ride with lots of fluff and all the cheesy stuff.

Word count: 2.6k

Content/warnings: nothing really. Just fluff.

Long author’s note: I can’t remember where this idea came from but oh boy, I love it so much. This little story might be my last Hotch x reader piece ever and it feels like an appropriate story to wrap up the end of an era for me. I will always love Aaron Hotchner and I’m so grateful to have found this fandom. It’s not a long fic but I’ll still split it into a few parts because I think it reads best.

To my very loyal readers, I see you always and I love you forever and thank you for everything. I hope everyone who reads it love this story as much as I do and as always, I’d love to know what you think. Enjoy! Mwaaaah <33

Penelope was born with a gift. She could see people’s hearts—like actually; bright red beating flesh inside people’s chest cavities.

Most had a glow of their own that came with a special colored aura. She often felt them as her own, too, and though that might just be the deep empathy her dad also had, she embraced others’ heartbreaks like a treasure from day one.

Her gift came with what could be considered a lethal weapon: an arc and endless arrows. It wasn’t supposed to be dangerous since she was the only one who could manipulate it and see it overall—and because the arrows were made out of clouds—but she’d never been very skilled at using it, so accidental love matches happened often. Most happened when she was a kid—when she’d just discovered her gift and would use it at the supermarket or the movie rental with two random people. It was like introducing a Ken doll to a Barbie for the first time ever so it really was just a game.

It became serious business when one of her closest friends in high school got her heart broken by some guy named Trent. It physically hurt Penelope to see her friend’s heart break and do nothing about it, so she went out of her way to find a guy with a pure heart for her dearest friend; they’ve been together ever since.

That love match was the one that made her polish her gift. She’d keep a love-matches tracker journal where she’d write down everything—from potential couples to different scenarios where she could make the magic happen. Her aim was the one thing she hadn’t been able to refine that much just yet. It has improved, but accidental matches kept happening, just not as often. Which was part of the fun, anyway.

The fun turned into dust the moment she got the call about her parents getting in a car accident. Her gift froze along with her heart that night. It took her a while to let it warm up again, even when it was all she wanted; the only thing that’d truly make her feel something other than grief.

It was hard, though. She’d witnessed love slipping away from people every day and every time she knew she could’ve done something about it. She didn’t want to push herself that much—it drained her, so she started again slow, remotely, with online love matches since she spent most of her time behind a screen and under a fake name. That worked, surprisingly— Bitter_Fruit_Punch and Dark.Knight announced their relationship through the chat 3 months after Penelope worked her magic on them.

Matchmaking has been part of her daily life ever since. It brightened up her own heart to see others fall in love so why not make it a full-time job? She was getting paid with smiles and love all around which was a much better reward than money but she couldn’t actually live out of it.

Her actual job wasn’t so bad—being recruited to work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit was one of the best things that have happened to her—it paid her rent, and she could afford colorful outfits and even more colorful glasses that matched every single piece of clothing she owned.

At the beginning of her career, she was hesitant to use her gift on the people she worked with. It was a serious and professional environment, but being surrounded by blood, murders and real-life monsters pushed her to subtly pull some strings the more she got to know her team.

She wanted each one of them to have a significant other, but not everyone’s hearts were easy to work with. Some hearts were too fragile or too stone cold. Some of them loved too much and others simply didn’t know how to show love, even when they experienced it immensely.

Emily had one of those hearts that unexpectedly loved too much once and simply would not let anyone in anymore because the one time she did, she had to die to keep herself safe.

Spencer’s heart was… something else. Which made it hard to find him the one since not many understood how it worked. He had it once, and it slipped away right in front of him.

JJ’s heart was as stunning as her eyes. Friendly despite having some scars from her past—as most hearts did. Her heart craved love and to be held tenderly, so as soon as Penelope felt how JJ’s heart would glow around a cute guy with a Louisiana accent, she threw an arrow at them.

Then there was her boss’ heart. One of the hardest hearts she’s ever come across. One of the biggest ones, too. Aaron Hotchner had a good heart, and when his ex-wife passed away, his heart only had room for his son.

Hotch was one of those cases that needed its own section in Penelope’s journal. She often thought, what if Haley was his one true love? Did it mean he couldn’t have another one? She wanted her boss to be happy, so she gave his heart all the time it needed to heal.

The right time came but she needed to test the waters first, so she put a pretty woman in Hotch’s life. Her name was Beth, but she wasn’t the one—García knew it from the beginning since their hearts weren’t on the same page. It was a good exercise that showed her that Aaron was ready to love again, though.

That’s when the real challenge began.

There was only one person perfect for Aaron Hotchner: you.

Penelope met you thanks to one of her many hobbies—theater. She needed a bunch of floral arrangements for her upcoming play, and your flower shop was a very well-known shop in the city. She walked through the door and the floral scent bathed her along with your welcoming heart.

It was like finding gold. One of the prettiest hearts she had ever seen. Glowy and generous like your smile, and so warm a ray of morning sunshine couldn’t compare. It resembled a mosaic and all she could think about while you showed her around all kinds of flowers was Hotch and how those broken pieces perfectly fitted together.

What Penelope didn’t know at that moment was that you two had met each other before. Or rather, shared a single glance.

You had the same favorite coffee shop—the one close to your flower shop that also happened to be on the way to the BAU. He’d thought you were beautiful; you’d felt the same. But that’s about it. Neither of you dared to make the first move if possible.

Until it had to happen again.

“Thanks.” You smiled at the barista while receiving your latte and turned around, bumping into a broad and very good-smelling silhouette.

You didn’t get the chance to give him a smile since your coffee spilled all over your hand.

It burnt like hell, but you didn’t even make a sound.

“Are you alright?” he was quick to assist you, taking your almost empty cup from your hand at the same time a bunch of hands around you offered you napkins.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You looked up and finally smiled at him. That wasn’t a common face so you remembered him perfectly—made your heart thunder senseless like the very first time you laid eyes on him. “You have no idea how often this happens to me,” You tried to play it cool.

Your cheeks started to grow hot from the inside out. Painfully slow. It completely erased the burning sensation on your hand. You looked down to dry the sleeve of your blouse hoping the heat of your face would disappear.

It didn’t.

“Let me buy you another one.” He moved you out of the way by your arm and guided you to an empty corner. His touch was as gentle as a petal.

“Oh, there’s no need, I promise. I’m okay. There’s still some left.” You peeked at the cup he was still holding. There was barely a sip. “I— I should go.”

“Please, I insist.”

The look of concern made him even more attractive. You couldn’t reject him with words so you simply gave him one last look and walked away in a hurry, leaving Aaron with his mouth half open before he could insist even more.

The barista called his name right after and the guilt while he received his perfect order wouldn’t let him enjoy it. He walked to his car with his coffee in one hand and your empty cup in the other. The least he could do was get you another latte, somehow. Thankfully your name and order were on the cup, and there was only one person who could make that happen with that little information.

“I need your help and I need you not to ask any questions.” He stormed into Garcia’s office and stood next to her, dramatically placing your empty cup on her desk.

She jumped at his sudden presence. “Y-yes sir. What can I do?”

Hotch gave her some more details he picked up from you from the brief interaction that could be useful. The more she typed each one on her computer, the more information about you showed up on the screen. Her naive self thought it all was just a coincidence, but then a news page popped on the screen from a couple of years ago. There was a tiny picture of your pretty face in the bottom right corner that announced the opening of your shop.

“That’s her,” Hotch confirmed.

Penelope looked up at him and caught the glimpse of a smile taking over his lips and a tiny spark inside his chest. She held the urge to squeal right then and there.

Hotch didn’t tell her much detail about how he ended up having your cup, but his heart already lit up at the thought of you. Meaning, it shouldn’t be so hard to make you two fall in love, right?

All she had to do was make something like that happen again and be there to throw that arrow.

The coffee stain on your sleeve looked like a jasmine blossom—if you really stared at it.

There was no point in washing it off since the coffee was almost dry. Plus, wet sleeves around your wrists would only worsen your day. You should’ve known it was going to be like this from the moment the hot water ran out while in the middle of your shower this morning.

But you were at your shop now. Your happy place. A dream come true. Nothing could bother you as long as you were there, so you decided to leave the embarrassed thoughts behind and went to check on the flowers and plants you had outside on display, making sure they were healthy and ready to be chosen.

They’d been sorted by size since the very first day. Tallest at the very back and smallest in front, that way none would be unnoticed.

The voice of a stranger calling your name made you turn away from the ficus trees. You didn’t know the kid or why he was handing you a cup of coffee that had your name written on it.

“I think you got the wrong person.” You hesitated whether to receive it or not. “I didn’t order anything.”

“Well, someone did. This is Silver Spring 2089, right?” He looked at the numeration behind you.

“Yeah?” You took the cup just so you wouldn’t leave him hanging.

“Then it’s for you.” He nodded with an annoyed customer-service smile. “Have a great day!” He hopped back on his bike and added, “I think there’s a note for you,” gesturing at the cup with his brows.

“Oh, okay? Thanks”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, pedaling away.

You stood there for a moment, frozen by confusion. You had no idea what that was about but it was better figuring it out inside rather than out in the sun. You made your way back inside your store and once you were behind the counter, you examined the cup, twirling it in 360 degrees. It only had your name on the outside.

“Hmm.” You bit your lip.

Maybe the note was on the inside? You slid down the cup holder, revealing a note written in all caps across the cup.

HOPE YOU CAN STILL ENJOY A LATTE AT NOON.

Your lips twitched into a smile and the good kind of butterflies spiraled in your stomach.

The kind that you haven’t felt in so long.

García knew her boss too well. He may have sent you the coffee but he was going to need a little push to get him to do more than that.

“So?” García walked into Hotch’s office. “How did it go?”

He lifted his eyes from the paper. He had no idea what she was talking about.

“Flower girl?” She continued. “Her coffee?”

His eyes rushed back to the document. “She received it, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” She took a few steps closer, the click-clack of her heels loud under her. “She didn’t text you a thank you, you’re so incredibly nice?”

It was very unlike you if you didn’t.

“She doesn’t have my number.” He looked at Garcia again. “So I don’t see why she would.”

“You didn’t write it somewhere in her order?”

“No?” He frowned softly, waiting to be reprimanded.

“Sir,” she huffed out a breath, sitting across from him and placing her thick sparkly journal over her lap. “That was your chance.”

“Of what?”

“Of… love.”

He paused for a moment and sighed, raising his brows while saying, “There’s no time.” As if he was trying to convince himself.

“There’s always time for love,” she quickly added.

The truth was that he didn’t want to let someone in yet after Beth. It had already been scary back then to let Beth in after Haley. There was a big difference, though. He let Beth go by choice—which was the right thing to do—and Haley was ripped away from him.

Both things have hurt his son, meaning it wasn’t just his heart that could get exposed to love or abandonment by letting someone new in.

Jack’s heart lived right behind Aaron’s, so he had to be careful.

“Is there anything else you need?” He changed the subject.

Penelope’s face dropped in defeat as she said a quiet no, though it slowly turned into a smile as she added, “I mean yes. Yes, actually, I’m here also to give you—” she riffled through her documents and took out a flyer, handing it to him “—this.”

The flyer promoted her new play, and as always, had her face on it.

“This Friday?” He took a closer look at it.

“Everyone’s invited, per usual,” she said proudly.

Whenever he got the official invitation, he looked forward to it. It reminded him of his high school years and often made him want to give it a try again now that he was older to do something out of the ordinary. But in this case, there really was no time.

“I’ll be there.” He smiled at her. “Thanks.”

“You are very welcome.” She stood up and walked to the door.

“Hey, Garcia?” Hotch got her attention, making her turn around. He remembered when she was embarrassed about the team finding out, and now they were a permanent crowd in each of her plays. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, sir.” She smiled big big. “Goodbye, sir.”

She left his office with a bright grin and an even brighter plan.

If he didn’t dare to give you his number or any other hint about his persona, she was going to make sure he did.

That very same day she sent you an invitation to her play.

Her plan? Forced proximity.

Classic me, I’m not sure when I’ll post next part but I hope you enjoyed this ♥️

PART TWO

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner fluff

[miyaur]

Hey! Could I perhaps request Kazuha, Venti, Heizou and Scaramouche with a reader who looooves sitting on their lap? Could be fluffy, suggestive or smutty idc!!

⟢ 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ft. kazuha, venti, heizou, scaramouche

・ sypnosis. i cant think of a summary for this, but just headcannons of reader who loves sitting on their spouse's lap!

・notes. yay motive is back, i'm so happy i'm actually recieving requests now, pls keep sending!!!

・warnings. suggestive, generally fluffy, maybe slight spoilers for in-game story, some of these, or most of these, are relationship hcs, so beware!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑: 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

・probably only after you guys have been dating, a few dates later, or enough dates that you'd be invited to his pristine palace of ivy, cough aka a small home in sumeru that his aunt buer gave him. and honestly after that one date he decided to have (because you asked), at home, after that he's decided on mostly just inviting you over and spending time together either (window) shopping or just at home, he probably took a cat that was just walking around home, they're best friend forever now, probably named him something overly cute, and maybe a bit childish, would probably be your name mixed up, or those really generic names for the cat breed. probably prefers white cats with them blue eyes, like a ragdoll! if he's had that cat since before you guys dated, he'd call both of you doll probably, if it's after, it'd either be your name or something generic (again) like cloud, misty, or lily, maybe even a flower's name.

・but back to where i was, the first time you got to sit in his lap was when you were watching something with him, i like to think there are at least cds and basic little tvs sumeranian people can watch on, but again back to what i was saying, you both were watching something, he was probably against the headrest sitting up, the cat he brought home was on top of his head, he's pretty petty and childish so probably would fight for popcorn if it ever came down to that, and it did, so what you decided on was to sit on his lap with the popcorn in your hands, so that no more arguing. and honestly it felt nice, being wrapped around in warm blankets, combined with a pretty boy cuddling you from behind, definitely felt nice. you just didn't notice the bulge in his pants growing.

・obviously he hasn't really been in a romantic relationship before, let alone a forever friend kind. so it's really new to him, and almost anything about you does something to him, a bit of revealed skin? hard, getting to see how you fight against enemies? hard, like anything you do he loves, just hates to admit it. even if you compliment him, he gets really flustered, really easily. sooner, or later his little tsundere act will end, he's really giddy on the inside, i promise you that.

・on those days where you do feel a little down, he just happened to offered you to sit on his lap... he likes those little moments between the both of you, where you both are in each other's space, skin to skin contact, just you and him, together, snuggled in together, you staying in his lap honestly made him miss it every time you weren't on his lap. he did find it annoying at first, obviously, but he warmed up to it soon enough. he always acted like he hated it when you did, but he liked it enough he let you stay. probably once you sleep he'll kiss you on the forehead, lets out all the thoughts he's had about you, everything he loves about you, everything that's been bothering him. sincerely, he doesn't care if you happen to just still being awake. likes to rest his head on yours if ur smaller than him, if ur taller, he likes it better to rest his head on your shoulders.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐈: 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

・would maybe allow it, just as long as you both are around no one else, or people you trust. but it isn't like he doesn't favor pda, really encourages it actually. but he prefers those little moments with you both, just alone together. one of the most precious, and pristine memories he has with you. he thinks of it as cuddling, in general doesn't really mind. loves every bit of affection you give.

・probably holds you by your waist then lifts you up onto his lap. probably tickles you and gives you a whole bunch of kisses, and maybe in front of the moon. and he'd go the moon is lovely isn't it. and he'd be giving the really lovey dovey looking stare down at you, and he'd add onto the lil' poetic line he just spat out with more smooth pickup lines, again. likes to give kisses on your neck, he's kinda cheesy, but it's also in a loving way, and only for you.

・doesn't really care if you do sit on his lap at random times, just know when is the appropriate time you know? overall loves it when you do, not the kind of guy to get hard when you sit on his lap though. (just dry hump him a bit and that'll do the trick.)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃: 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

・he gets all giddy and shit. "you need me now?" he says then giggles at you, proudly presents to everyone that the oh so great and wonderful y/n is his. places his hand on your thigh and everything, lowkey a tease tryna make you horny sometimes. always allows it, but will tease the shit out of you. and sometimes when you rest he'll nibble on your neck just to wake you up and watch you fall asleep again. it's not consistent either so you never know when he'll kiss your neck or anything, it annoys you but it's definitely why you love him.

・probably likes to whisper stuff into your ear, like the spicy kind of stuff, just to get your reaction. thinks your flustered expression is the cutest. also tickles you while tryna ask you something probably.

・not the best at comforting you when you're a bit down, so he offers you to sit in his lap, while he tells you stories of the past, not even the oldest people of mondstadt remember, not clearly at least. if you allow him, will play with your hair while talking to you. these are the mostly serious moments you have with him, the romantic serious moments, where he stops joking around, and actually tries to help. he tries to make jokes to put a smile on your face though. he'll do anything to see your face light up again, and praise the archons, as he's the one who put the happy little expression on your face.

・he loves you, and your affection, he has his boundaries, but he loves you in general for this. at first he was a little cheeky about it at first, but it grew on him, always prepared for it now, because he doesn't wanna get tackled over his improper sitting position. very childish, but that's what he loves about you. and that's why you love him.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔 ・awfully surprised at first, for someone who expects the unexpected, this is not what he meant by he wants to get surprised, probably gets a bit flustered, you wanna sit on his lap? gee alright, you sure though? may be a bit playful sometimes, but doesn't hesitate to make sure you're really okay with it. the first time you did it, he was definitely really worried, were you comfortable? did you sense his nervousness? archons, you look like heaven when your pretty face is as close to his. what did he do to deserve such a beauty of a partner, mostly those were his thoughts, definitely was really really scared if you were not comfortable with it, even if you assured him he was still scared. ・super flustered at first, even the second, third, fourth, and so on. always catches him off guard, and that never happens, promise. even if he's used to you just jumping onto his lap, hanging your arms around him to tell him about your day, he will always be so red while tryna listen. always so shocked like, huh?? that happened?? ・you tended to be super affectionate, he wasn't used to it, so whenever your hands were around his neck, or your lips on his, or when you slept on his chest, it wasn't his first relationship, but the first time the other person was affectionate, so much so, that you decided to sit on his lap, and wanted to do that whenever you wanted to tell him about stuff! you think it's hilarious that he gets all shades of red when you do kiss him, but don't tell him that he'll become a tomato, again. ・overall 100% enthusiastic about it, keep doing it because he loves it, and breathes for your affectionate. questionably supportive about the idea, still kinda teases you about it like when you a bit upset that's overly stupid and/or childish about something he'll go "aww poor baby, wanna sit on my lap and talk about it?", if you say yes he'll be flustered, ez gg

lowkey tho i giggled while writing this, swinging my feet in the air n shi

#genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #venti x reader #venti x you #venti fluff #heizou x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou fluff #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin scenarios

[aibloomie]

GESTURES THEY LIKE RECIEVING

✧ featuring — xiao, scaramouche/wanderer, ganyu, thoma x gn!reader

woo one week break from school <3 hopefully I get motivation to write more throughout it. I was listening to lana the entire time while writing this guys just thought you should know HELP wait does thoma even have a house I forgot

XIAO

━ his heart aches to be more involved in mortal activities, no matter how stoic he acts when he hears about them. he fails to maintain that nonchalant facade when he is with you though, because his one true desire is to feel worthy of you and he cannot achieve that without bettering his understanding of you. so his heart flutters whenever you ask him out on a date, or suggest he accompany you to an event held by the people of liyue. he might feel a little overwhelmed at first, but you are his lover and safe space so he eases into it. holding onto your hand and walking alongside you in the crowded and lively streets of liyue make him believe he has a chance at happiness.

━ he finds it very romantic when you cook for him, mostly because his diet is limited to almond tofu and grilled tiger fish because of the comforting taste they bring to him. the idea of you gathering/buying all the ingredients and cooking those dishes with his preferences in mind makes his mind feel fuzzy with nothing but love and appreciation for you. he will not fail to thank you and return the gesture in his own way. as he is eating it, thoughts of how much effort you make for him flood his mind. he'll look up and make eye contact with those pretty eyes of yours and see the excitement in your expression as you watch him eat something you made for HIM <3 and he'll actually feel very emotional in that moment, because he knows just how much you cherish him

WANDERER

━ his reoccurring fear of abandonment is eased whenever you mention that something reminded you of him. when you are away he cannot help but succumb to the tormenting thought that you will not come back, and will instead discard him as if he were a mere doll. guilt clouds his mind, but you are his beacon of pure and loving light in his new chance of living and redemption, so he waits and aches for your presence. you always return though, and fill his ears with joyful tales of your journey. occasionally, you drop in some comments on things you saw along the way that brought your mind back to him, such as: the indigo bouquets of flowers in a merchant's stall that made you think of your lovers hair, or the gust of wind that made you remember his ameno abilities. his eyes will soften as you continue with your stories, he realizes that he is always in your thoughts and you always intend to return back to him and continue to love him

━ the matching accessories he receives from you will never leave his body unless it is absolutely necessary. if you gift him even ten matching bracelets then he will wear every single one of them, even if the color schemes do not mix well with his outfits. he finds himself toying with them whenever he thinks of you, and his lips turn into an almost unnoticeable bashful smile at the thought of you having the other pair

GANYU

━ you are the one person who gives back to ganyu, and does not ask anything of her. most of the time her mind is flooded with a long to do list of tasks she needs to finish in order to attend to the people of liyue. you, on the other hand, chase behind her and try to make her rest. you take care of her, and it takes her a while to get used to your kindness and concern. she would have never guessed that a gentle massage from you would make her feel better than pleasing other people. she looks up at you with tired eyes when your hands make their way to relieve all the stress carried in her temples, and she truly believes she has been blessed because someone has rewarded her for all her hard work

━ because she has walked the terrain of liyue for uncountable years, time seems to slip like sand from her fingers. she looks at you sometimes and feels her heart ache because it feels like each minute with you is going to become a memory prematurely. for this reason, she likes it when you are physically affectionate with her, but in a slow and steady way. once you wrap your arms around her, she feels like time has frozen and it feels euphoric, as if she can reflect on every single memory she has in her long lifetime, and can still be in your arms when she has finished.

━ ganyu is very insecure about not only her abilities, but her appearance. she doesn't outwardly seek it, but any words of affirmation coming from you make her heart burst and cheeks redden. remind her of her everlasting beauty, make it your goal for her to be able to look into the mirror and feel worthy when she sees her reflection

THOMA

━ thoma does not feel comfortable or safe in the confines of his own home. you on the other hand, make him feel safer than what four steady walls and a sturdy roof over his head could. he likes it when you cling onto him and make your desire to be in his presence known. he could easily fall asleep outside if you were right next to him. you are his home, the comforting one that he has been seeking for his entire life. he worries for you, but also feels your loving warmth spread throughout his body when you insist on staying right by his side

━ he always tells you not to, but he appreciates it when you help him out with anything he needs to get done. running errands is very common for him as he is always helping people out. having you accompany him reminds him that he does not need to burden himself with everything, especially because he has your sweet and loving self supporting him

#genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #xiao x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #thoma x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #ganyu x reader

[fafnir19]

Doll-boy

The Okavango Delta shimmered under the scorching African sun, as Eva and her gay friend, Leander, embarked on their expedition through the untamed wilderness. With Leander's striking blue eyes and tousled blond locks, and Eva's fiery determination, they made an enchanting pair.

Despite their captivating allure, Leander's ongoing quest for a boyfriend left him feeling despondent. "I wish a man would finally be interested in me," Leander sighed. "You just have to make a little more effort, you're actually a pretty handsome guy!" Eva encouraged with a playful grin. However, Leander seemed more inclined to wallow in his misery than take the initiative in finding a partner. In a remote village along the Okavango, Eva and Leander brightened the children's day by distributing toys, sharing joy wherever they ventured.

It was during this charitable act that Eva encountered the village witch. Sharing her concern for Leander's lack of confidence, Eva confided in the enigmatic woman. Offering a wry smile, the witch suggested a voodoo doll to imbue Leander with a touch of mischief. "With the right ingredients, I can craft a doll to bring out the best in him," she mused, tapping her lips with a long, gnarled finger. Fueled by a mischievous glint in her eyes, Eva eagerly agreed. "This could be just the thing to boost Leander's confidence!" With a lock of Leander's hair and a Ken Doll initially meant for the village's children, the witch crafted a doll with mischievous intent.

Back home, Eva surreptitiously placed the doll in a toy gym, hoping to facilitate Leander's transformation unwittingly. Little did he know, the voodoo doll had begun working its magic on him. Leander found himself irresistibly drawn to the gym, with each visit refining his physique until he mirrored the Ken doll.

"Hey, Eva, have you noticed anything different about me lately?" Leander inquired, a furrow creasing his brow as he peered at his reflection in the mirror. "Hmm, now that you mention it, your physique does seem more defined," Eva observed, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. As time passed, Leander's grooming habits evolved, due to regular trips of the voodoo doll to the toy beauty salon. It ignited Leander's penchant for regular waxing and visits to the barber and it further transforms his appearance. "I've never felt more confident and fresh," Leander remarked, running a hand through his flawlessly styled hair. Unbeknownst to Leander, Eva continued to make subtle alterations to the doll, each change manifesting in ways he couldn't comprehend. Mirroring the doll's evolving style, he transitioned from casual attire to sophisticated tailored suits, emanating an aura of refined elegance. Eva watched from a distance with quiet amusement.

However, deep down Leander was affected by these changes. “It's like I'm becoming someone I'm not,” Leander confessed to Eva one evening with a hint of uncertainty. “I don't know if it's really me or the influence of some strange force that I can't grasp.” As the elegant tailored suits replaced his casual clothes, Leander's inner turmoil became palpable. "I feel like I'm losing touch with myself," he admitted, eyes clouded with uncertainty as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the lapels of his new suit. “I don’t recognize the person looking at me.” Eva listened intently, her heart filled with concern for her friend's inner struggle. She knew that while the external transformation was remarkable, the emotional toll it took on Leander was a high price. She tried to reassure him: “Inside you are still the same person, no matter how your appearance changes. I will always be there for you no matter what.” Despite Eva's comforting words, Leander's unease remained, gnawing at his core as he dealt with the whirlwind of changes that was rapidly transforming his life.

As he adjusted to his newfound size, Leander felt a growing disconnect between the person he was becoming and the person he had always been, a tug of war between embracing the appeal of sophistication and being true to himself. And In the midst of this inner conflict, his heart tugged at him and resonated with the quiet longing for authenticity amidst the glamour.

As an additional touch, Eva adorned the doll in silk underwear, a devious addition that seemed to excite Leander with each wear. "I can't explain it, but I feel so seductive and confident in these silk boxers - and so overwhelmingly horny," Leander confessed, grappling with the growing desires he felt. He tried to avoid donning the silk boxers but he couldn't resist the power that forced him to wear it. Initially his constant horniness was a torture, but gradually it became a part of his newfound persona, exuding charm, elegance and an aura of desire at every turn.

Eva discovered that she had unintentionally fallen in love with the Leander she had crafted, captivated by the unintended allure she had imbued him with. Despite her growing feelings, she couldn't deny the sinister nature of her actions.

As time passed, Leander's enchantment grew, his newfound charm and sophistication captivating those around him. Meanwhile, Eva found herself drawn to the very persona she had unwittingly created. Unable to resist any longer, she longed for a single date with gay Leander, even though she knew her actions were deceitful. Taking some of her own hair and affixing it onto a Barbie doll, Eva placed it along with the voodoo doll at a table with candles in her dollhouse. Shortly after, Leander extended an invitation for a date. The evening arrived, and Leander took Eva to a charming bistro. The ambience was warm and inviting, with soft candlelight casting a flattering glow over the couple.

As they delved into conversation, a wave of warmth washed over Eva, her conflicted feelings stirring beneath the surface. Their witty banter and shared laughter filled the air, punctuated by affectionate glances and lingering touches. In that moment, Eva realized the depth of her feelings for Leander, knowing that toying with his love and orientation was wrong. As they parted ways, the energy between them hung in the air, charged with unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. Over the next few weeks, Eva found it difficult to see Leander in the city's gay clubs because she was so in love with him.

One day, John, Eva's brother, paid her a visit, accompanied by his daughter, Emily. As Eva engaged in conversation with John, Emily roamed freely around the apartment, her curious gaze settling on the voodoo doll and the Barbie doll adorned with Eva's hair. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Emily couldn't resist incorporating the dolls into her games, unaware of the repercussions her actions would invoke. First, she dressed the voodoo doll in soccer attire, believing it to be a suitable choice for a boy, before steering it towards tender moments with the Barbie, mirroring the affectionate interactions she had observed between her parents. She then playfully maneuvered the voodoo doll in a toy convertible, setting off a sequence of unforeseen events.

One fateful day, Leander found himself engaging in a conversation about soccer, a subject he had previously detested. Surprisingly, he agreed to join in a game of soccer with some acquaintances, igniting an unanticipated passion for the sport. Perplexed by his newfound enjoyment, he pondered why he had dismissed the activity in the past.

As the day unfolded, Leander visited Eva to unwind. They settled onto her couch, drawn together by the familiarity of their routine. In a fleeting moment of unspoken tension, their eyes met, igniting a dormant passion that surged between them. The magnetic attraction led to an intimate and electrifying kiss, an unexplored territory that set off an unexpected chain of events. "I've never felt like this before," Leander confessed, his voice tinged with a newfound desire, their shared encounter eliciting a cascade of uninhibited passion. The room echoed with ecstatic pleas and fervent moans as Leander climaxed.

In that unforgettable moment, the bond between Leander and the voodoo doll fractured, captivating in fiery tendrils of iridescent sparkles. The once-gay Leander was now straight as an arrow, a transformation kindled by the unseen influence of the voodoo doll and Emily's innocent actions.

Embracing his newfound heterosexuality, Leander delved into a world of allure and grandiosity, captivating all those around him. His once unwavering attraction to men had transformed into a powerful desire for the company of women, leaving him awestruck and curious. "I never thought I'd feel this way about women," Leander admitted to a confidante, his voice filled with a combination of wonder and yearning. "It's like a whole new world has opened up to me, and I'm the prince in this world!" His presence exuded an air of snobbish sophistication and he became the epitome of shallow vanity.

Eva found herself hopelessly infatuated with the man she had shaped, yet realized that she had become an outsider in his newfound world. Leander's gaze no longer held warmth or closeness when it met Eva's, his once-kindhearted nature eclipsed by a veneer of aloofness and disdain. "Hmm, I think it's time for a change in my social circle, Eva is just too common and boring," Leander remarked, his voice laced with an air of superiority that pierced Eva's heart. With a heavy heart, she acknowledged that she was no longer part of Leander's stratosphere. With her heart in tatters, she made the painful decision to step away. Meanwhile, Leander found himself irresistibly drawn to the enigmatic women he encountered, his newfound ardor for their company marking a profound shift in his perspective. As he immerse himself in his new life, he realized that he had become the object of affection and envy, basking in the adulation and allure he had longed for.

This story was inspired by an idea of @objectifiedhimbo

#personality change #musclegrowth #gay to straight #unconscious #mind control #voodoo

[belades]

Okay so for a while now I've had an absolute Galaxy brained theory about Iono from Pokemon SV.

Namely, the theory is that she's straight up actually not human but is a Rotom.  As ridiculous as this theory is, I figured I may as well record all the reasons that led me to come to that conclusion, initially as a joke.  I don’t necessarily think it’s TRUE, but think all the details are worth compiling and sharing, so humor me.  If the pace of this seems weird, it’s cuz I’m adapting it from a twitter thread I just made.  Anyways, heads up, this post will contain spoilers for major game plot point.  I won’t spoil things directly but there’s allusions to really important stuff.  Anyways, as ridiculous as this sounds, I actually find it pretty interesting, so hear me out.

So for starters, first and foremost: her mouth.  She has the same mouth as Rotom, just like any mechanical object Rotom inhabits.  What she DOESN'T have is Rotom's eye color, but Rotom's eye color specifically changes based on what it's inhabiting, it is only blue in base form and the phones.  There's more to it though.   Second most obvious is her personality.  She's a mischievous little shit and it is frankly the best thing about her.  As simple as this is, it also completely describes how Rotom act.  Third simplest is that wild Rotom live nearby, even if they’re rare enough people are startled at the idea of seeing one outside a Rotomphone.  

Initially though, this just made me think it was EXTREMELY weird she didn't have a Rotom on her team.  This woman kind of looks like a rotom, notably has a personality like one, and lives near them, it feels like a glaring omission.  This caused me to jokingly hypothesize "Oh, she's a Rotom that is inhabiting an android body or an electronic doll, which is why she doesn't have a Rotom on her team".  Of course it was a joke, this is all pretty circumstantial evidence.  While it still is absolutely a goofy “what if” even now, it started to become a bit less of a joke as I thought about it.

The next bit's circumstantial but starts to add up with the other stuff.  Every gym leader in Paldea has an off type Pokemon that they Terastralize to be on type.  For all of them there's logic to it, even if strange.  Teddyursa like Honey -> bug (and it’s used by a pastry chef, thus would have honey).  Sushi chef sends out crab, sudowoodo goes from fake grass type to real grass type and the trainer considers it a form of performance art, Staraptor loses flying weaknesses, which goes into Larry’s side job, the musician has a guitarist, the cosmetic and perfume woman has a flowery fairy, the guy in the alps has a cloud bird who becomes protected from a 4x weakness.  All of them make sense and are on theme for the trainer’s brand, occupation, or the pokemon’s competitiveness.   Except for Iono's Mismagius.   So Iono for some reason has a ghost type that has nothing to do with electric type or her occupation.  Humorously enough, this makes Electricity Iono's primary type, and Ghost her secondary.  I can't think of any other reason for a mismagius other than perhaps, once again, “She’s a little shit” which is.... a lot more vague than all the rest.  

This is where things start to go from design and personality quirks to being actively strange.

If you talk to people around the city, some of them will comment on something weird they noticed about Iono when they think about it: she doesn't age.  They say she's been streaming for years (How many is unclear, but from the dialogue, presumably at least five to ten) and still looks the same, and they have no idea how old she is because of it.   Add to this the weird glitchy looking twitches she does both in and out of battle whenever she's startled (it is very much blink and you’ll miss it in battle), which I initially thought was simply a bad animation, and let’s be very real, it might be, this game was way overcrunched.

Anyways,  all this was stuff I noticed as I was playing through the main storyline and it felt increasingly weird and consistent, despite the implausibility of it all.  In fact, the implausibility of it all was the main thing bugging me and making me keep dismissing it as just a fun what-if.  Pokemon world technology is advanced, sure, but not advanced enough to make a totally visually convincing lifelike animatronic or android.

And then uhhhhh.... And then I beat the game.

As I said, I’m going to limit spoilers, but the whole "Technology isn’t advanced enough to make an android body humanlike enough to fool people into thinking it is one" is uhhh, no longer the case.  Albeit there are caveats to that.  Anyhow, what led me to decide to actually compile everything an actually post it was that a few minutes ago, I noticed something explicit enough that it ACTUALLY STARTLED ME, even though I've known about it this whole time but never put much thought into. 

Iono’s outfit.

(wait I just noticed putting this together that she also has Rotom’s horizontally split pupils, shit).  Anyways, back to her outfit.  Without straying TOO far into spoiler territory, her outfit is interesting because of her inner outfit.  It is very specifically a lattice of iridescent Hexagons.  And now I’m starting to think again about how her outfit appears to be a modified straightjacket, complete with belts to restrain someone. 

I don't expect us to ever get official confirmation on this, but wanted to share it.  

Also, because I sure as heck didn’t consider why it might be significant for a while, if you need a clue as to why her outfit being comprised of a lattice of iridescent hexagons is important, then without getting too much into endgame plot details, I’ll leave you with “what are they that would make this important” as opposed to the “Why is this important”

#Pokemon #Iono #Theories #Long Post #Pokemon SV #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet #Pokemon Scarlet #Pokemon Violet

[whitemancumslut]

WARNINGS! Mean!Dom!Harry, Petnames (Doll, Whore, Slut, Puppy etc…), Sub!Reader, Reader has a thigh tattoo, Not actual smut

"i'm in here!" You called out.

"It's just me, love," You heard the lovely deep accented voice behind the door and a smile grew on your face when you swung it open.

Seeing Harry leaned up against the exterior with the naughtiest smirk known to man.

"Well, what are you wearing, my sweet puppy?" Just right when he said, "Puppy," your stomach started doing backflips. You couldn't explain it but the rasp and pur in his voice always made your pussy ache. He grinned devilishly before expectedly pushing himself against you and closing the bathroom door.

"Harry, he's here," You mumbled as you continued to press a long awaited kiss on to his lips.

"No he's not." He chuckled against your lips. " sent his ass outta here," He grinned and chuckled deeply, once again. "Along with his bitch, Chris."

"No," You mumbled once again as he kissed you. Trying not to laugh at his name calling, you pulled away and spoke again, "I just checked his location. He's pulling up to the house right now." Harry cursed out loud.

"Well, shit. Them little bitches didn't waste a second, huh?"

You mirrored his grin pressing your lips against his letting him tilt you side to side.

Unable to put on a worried act you smiled into the kiss. "Looking really good tonight," You told him sweetly. He had a white dress shirt on, slightly unbuttoned at the top revealing his tatted chest. His sleeves rolled up and long hair to the side like he was about to propose a drug deal.

"I look pretty good? Oh sweetheart, you know what you are doing." He roared lowly. "Let's not dance round it," He said tilting his head to tease you.

"Walking in with Jay all over you tonight, hmm? Having him press himself against you. Is that what you like?" His eyes grew darker as he didn't even care to get an answer out of you. You whimpered when he roughly manhandled you and turned you to face the mirror.

You felt so small in front of him. Especially looking at him through the reflection. He wasn't trying to make eye contact with you, his eyes were trained on your body. He pressed his hips against your back and put his large palm on your tummy. Pushing you against him, wanting you as close as possible.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, slightly hurt your muscle but you were too interested in whatever he was finna do to care. He kept his chin in place and looked up through his long lengthen lashes to you in the mirror.

Softly sniffing your scent of A Thousand Wishes, as you do him. His eyes were piercing into yours making you wanna bust right there if you could.

"Ye' see... These pretty things," He dragged his fingertip around, tracing the cup of your large breast. His fingertips lighting you up like a million suns. "Mine," He claimed. You slumped up against his body allowing him to claim you once again. If Harry felt he hadn't seen you in so long (so long equalling two days or longer), and as usual, a cloud of jealousy would float over his head, he'll feel the need to repeat and reclaim what's his. You did not mind a little reminder every now and then, even if you didn't need it.

"Understand that, Love?" His green orbs inky and becoming almost haunting as he stared you up and down through the mirror. His accent and tone of voice sending butterflies in your tummy whilst still being mesmerized by the large tatted hands roaming your body, didnt even noticed when they flattened against the both of your boobs and his fingers clenched as he groped you harshly.

"Argh!" A sharp gasp left your mouth, dramatically leaning back in his arms, your head falling on his shoulder. He released his grip pinching your clothed nipples letting his hands fall down to your stomach. Harry placed his chin on your temple, allowing some force onto you, he pushed your head back so you can face the mirror with your obedience under his touch.

"I said," He tightened his force on your stomach by pushing down. Your insides turning like machinery and eyes squeezing shut before looking back at him through the reflection. "Do you understand?"

"Mhm, mhm, mhm.," You hummed, still caught in the moment, swarming like someone under arrest. You were gone. It's like Harry was a drug and you were feigning for him. It was an indescribable feeling, words couldn't explain the hold he had on you. All it took was two minutes to get you to melt.

"Words.

"Y-yes I understand. Yes, all yours."

"These.," His hands moved down to your thick thighs. Harry loved your thighs. He loved the tattoo you had going down your thigh from your hip, seeing it made him jump.

He roughly pinched your thigh meat tugging at the permanent ink on your skin. You scrunched your face up to the stinging pain and your eyes flicked down to your thighs in the mirror.

You winced to the small sting of pain he gave you when he slapped your skin. Right on the tattoo, he lightly scratched like a cat.

"They are practically on display for everyone to see. Don't you think, Lovey?" Ducking his head down to your ear lobe to place a soft kiss against your bone. Soon taking your ear lobe between his teeth and tugging lightly.

"Y-yeah."

He tuts pulling away. "I just don't understand why you'd put what's mine out on display for everyone to see," He teased.

You groaned, eager for him to touch you more and continue reclaiming what's his.

"O-o-oh!" He chuckle deeply pushing you away but his hands still on your waist. "Dont even get me started on this ass of yours." He quickly spun you around so you were facing him. But his eyes were on your back's reflection. Sliding his large hands under the skirt of your dress, letting them land on your ass cheeks, feeling your bare ass. Lifting the smirk up so he can see all of it.

When you turn your head to see what he was doing, you see he pulled up your skirt to see your ass. You blinked and he pulled his hand back slapped it against your ass. "Argh, Harry!" You screeched out. Squeezing your ass meat not letting the sting linger enough, making his mark. Harry shook the meat in his hand, digging his nails into you. You scrunched your face up enjoying the pain and the sensation he was giving you.

"Shush, shush," He told you quietly.

He brought his mouth down to your ear, still holding on to your skin on your bum but lighter, "Is there a good explanation for why your dressed like such a slut tonight, huh?Wanted everyone eye-fucking you tonight, huh?" His was still low and raspy making your mind go completely foggy. “Is that what it is? You being an attention whore?”

He pulled back to look you in the eye to see he had you wrapped around his finger. Your eyes were low, mouth agape like you wanted to say something. You looked like you were high up in the clouds. "Puppyyy," His voice dropped at least five notches with a slight huskiness to it.

You could feel your pussy clench around nothing, debating to lookup at at him or not.

Your still recovering from the harsh slap to your skin, slumped with his palms keeping you steady resting on your waist. He looked down at you like his eyes awaiting your answering but also filled with dominance and forcing you to opening your mouth and spit out the words he's wanting to hear.

He could see your lust filled eyes when you decided to make eye contact. He smirked knowing that you were staggering under his touch, his words making your insides move around like a game of checkers.

His head came down to yours, nudging you aside carefully placing his lips upon your neck.

"What's the reason, baby?" He cooed at you.

You whined to him, pressing your nails into his broad shoulders. "| wanna know what or who... got you dressing this way." Harry knew the answer. He knew she dressed like this just for him. He knew there was no way in hell, she dressed like this because of Jay.

Jay. The man who was probably walking around for both Harry and his girlfriend. But the thought of you two together in the bathroom didn't even cross his mind.

It took you a while but you brought your chest up, your breast slightly pushing against his chest, giving him a breathy and whiny response, "It's you, H. I dressed like a slut for you," You moaned out. "All for you."

Harry grinned against your neck making you whimper. "Please," You breathed out.

Harry pulled away realizing that she was in deep into the moment and her boyfriend had to be back by now, wondering where she was.

Not that Harry cared. Harry would literally fuck her with her boyfriend in the room next to them. But he wanted to make her wait.

"Alright, Pup. Come on," He released the hold on your waist and cupped your face with both of his hands. Your cheeks were pushed up as he tried to get you straight. Your pupils dilated and filled with desperation and lust, he sighed.

"You're going to get yourself together, come out a couple of minutes after me, greet your prick of a boyfriend, and I'll see you back at your place," He planned out the night in front of you but you were so dizzy and horny it was all muffled.

"You can't fuck me here, right now?" You whined, ignoring his orders, gripping onto his white dress shirt and pulling him towards you.

Harry kept his composure trying not to just bend you over here and forget his plan, he then tsk'd at you. "No, and you wanna know why the answers no, darling?"

"Is it because Jay is right outside? You're scared he'll-" You barked and Harry's face filled with disbelief of your remark and he immediately got the wave of jealousy mixed with anger.

"No," He immediately shut you up gripping your wrist. "This has nothing to do with Jay." He barked back. "It's because you decided to show up and dress like a slut to get me all riled up. Teasing me all night- You think I give a shit if Jay hears, sees, knows I'm fucking you? I think he’ll love the fact his precious, sweet Y/n is acting and dressing like a whore for me?” Your thighs were aching, wanting them to be on the sides of his hips while he fucked you on the sink until you were seeing stars. But your imagination stopped when Harry continued.

"Shit! Let the whole house know! I couldn't give a shit. But now, I have to punish you. Can't properly do that when in a tight space like this can we, Doll?"

You whimpered and shook your head.

"This," He said, tugging at your dress, "Should be off by the time you step foot in that house. Understood?"

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #dom!harry #sub!harry #subbry #harry styles hot #harry styles x y/n #domrry #sub!harry x dom!reader #dom!harry x sub!reader #harrys house #harry headcanons

[deceasedream69]

TRAUMATIC

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, cursing.

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I started to slowly open my eyes. My head hurted a little bit, from the back mostly. But my neck... the pain was worse there cause I was hunched while I was unconscious.

I tried to move my hands, but they were tied. I relaxed against the chair, trying to steady my breathing.

-" see... how beautiful she is", said a guy in front of me. I couldn't recognize his voice. "you're going to get us what we want, pretty thing", said another voice behind me. He brushed my hair gently with his hand, and nodded to the guy in front of me.

The other guy also nodded, leaving us both alone in that small room.

The walls were dark, and everything was wet because of the lately storms.

I was actually somewhat calmed. They haven't hurt me, and the only appeared to be two guys. I've had it harder.

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Spencer's pov

it was really weird that she didn't come to work today, or sent me funny videos last night. I always wake up and boom, 3-5 videos she sent me and a goodmorning message. But today, nothing...

Maybe she was sick, yeah, I didn't want to think anything bad. Even if statistically kidnapping was a really high chance, even higher with the fact that she's a woman, and even higher because of our job. But I was really scared of thinking of one of the worst scenarios. I was probably overthinking everything.

-"Hey pretty boy, you ok?"

-"have you heard from y/n?", I licked my lips and fidget with my hands.

-"no, she didn't talked to you last night? you know, while you discussed nerd shit", Derek smiled and hit me on the arm, playfully.

-"no... that's why I'm worried"

-"awww, that's cute, Reid. You finally have someone to carry about", Emily invited herself into the conversation.

-"I care about you all", Did they think I don't?

Hotch appeared and told us we had a case. We all stood up quickly and went to the meeting room.

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y/n's pov

It's been a day. They tortured me in so many ways. But my favorite is when they take a towel, put it on my face and then drop water until they almost choke me, it's so much fun!

No, but honestly it's sick how they record everything. I hate that stupid little camera, with the stupid little red light signaling that it's recording. Those are some twisted psychos.

-"Are you going to cooperate now, doll?", said the tallest, pulling me from my hair.

-"what the hell are you talking about?", I was tired, confused, hungry... so many bad things.

-"psht, we know you spy us through pigeons, that's something obvious"

-"yeah!", the other guy was holding a beer, they were clearly put of their mind. At this point I already lied about pigeons being spies, the water being contaminated, clouds being holograms, and other stupid shit. But they wanted more and more, and if I said something they didn't want... it'll be worse.

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Spencer's pov

-"they're sick!", JJ covered her mouth. Derek was so close from hitting anyone that'll looked at him wrong, Garcia had tears forming in her eyes and Hotch was even more serious than usual.

And me... I was all. Seeing how they tortured y/n, and we barely had any information to worked with. She was always so nice to me, a sunshine that made my days brighter. I didn't even like to use my phone at all, but seeing the messages she sent me made me smile everyday.

I know dating someone you work with is unethical, but I didn't care if we didn't even got to that point, at least I wanted to make sure she was going to be safe. But we had to act quickly.

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y/n's pov

-"God you're so pretty but so stubborn", the guy was holding my face with one hand, I could feel how badly he wanted to slit my throat with the sharp part of the bottle he was holding on the other hand. "record", he said plainly, and the other obeyed. "make this one live, I want this to be a warning".

The other guy only nodded. I was nervous as fuck, but I had to seem calmed, I didn't want to give them the satisfaction.

-"cars can't... fly... Does you car fly? does it? and why is it so important if they did?"

He slapped me. I can't believe a drunk ass man just slapped me cause I told him cars can't fly. But well, another freaky sunday... or was it saturday.

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Spencer's pov

-"Garcia", we were on our way to a suspect's house, but we were pretty sure it was them.

-"yes sir, um... I don't know if I should tell you this right now, but they're live"

-"show us, babygirl"

Garcia nodded and Derek took put his tablet. I got closer to him to see what they were doing to her this time. And what I saw...

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-"Careful, ladies, you don't want to hurt yourselves with that broken glass"

-"pfft, we" he got really close to my face. "are going", and he got even closer. "to hurt... you", he put the glass on my cheek, pressing hard.

The pain was so hard, a few tears scaped my eyes.

-"God damn...", I whispered.

-"God?! now you want to believe in God?!", He said walking away from me, like ready to throw a whole speech. "You know NOTHING about God", he pointed the bottle at me.

-"I know God wouldn't do this", I looked at him through my eyebrows. Some blood dripping from my cheek.

-"oh you're so sure about that?", he said almost whispering.

I slowly nodded.

-"would he do this?"

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Spencer's pov

Derek kicked the door but I was the first one to walk in. My gun in front of me, ready to shoot those assholes.

But there was no one...

-"Here", Hotch yelled, and I quickly followed his voice.

There were a bunch of pictures of us scattered all over the kitchen table.

-"this is creepy", Said Derek picking some pics and looking at them.

Suddenly a loud noise came from behind a wall. Everyone lifted their guns, prepared for the worst, when the wall unexpectedly opened, and y/n ran to me.

-"Spence! help!", she said hiding behind me, she was covered in blood, almost naked, except for her underwear and a thin tanktop.

I put my gun down, knowing that the rest of the team could handle the bad guys.

-"y/n", I caressed her cheek but she flinched. So I moved my hand, putting my gun back into the holster. When I turned back to look at her she just collapsed into my arms. "y/n? guys! I need an ambulance!"

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y/n's pov

-"Spence..." my voice was very low. I could feel my eyes burning from how bright the light was around me. I felt something touching my hand and I quickly moved it away from it.

-"y/n... it's me..." A voice said slowly.

I opened my eyes and a smiled scaped my mouth.

-"hi...", he said slowly again.

-"hi...", my voice raspy.

-"I'm glad you're okay"

-"I'm glad you're here"

A/n: I'm sorry I dissapeared lol, requests always open.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom

[thevirgincherry]

trying again … idk why ur inbox wants me dead but like i need to get these thoughts out to someone i stg . glad i wrote this ask in my notes but others have been lost to the void :(

ANYWAYS cherry :3 i hope ur doing well !! or at least better … like u deserve to fuck og4 leon in the most disgusting way possible !!

coming on here to talk about ddlg leon again bc he is all that i think about

was studying the other night and could not stop thinking about studying with mmmm maybe re6 or di leon … yeah re6/di leon with a little college gf. maybe she’s not in her little space when they’re going through flash cards but he’s definitely still treating her like she is. maybe she’ll get a little spank or slap when she gets an answer wrong … i think ddlg leon too nice for a slap but that’s beside the point !! BUT when she gets one right it’s sloppy kisses and too much praise. when she starts getting better with the material he would finger her as they go through them… maybe start by rubbing on her clit, and just giving her more and more as she answers things right. but if she gets one wrong then it all starts over… when she’s got most of the cards down u can trust that she’s getting fucked GOOD . they probably do more fucking than actual studying buuuut whatevs

maybeeee he would like lowkey pavlov dog her in a way :3 idk if that’s the right way to descibe it buuuut like would start asking her questions randomly and would give her a little treat if she got it right :3 his treats are so inconsistent tho … could be anything from a handful of her favorite candies, or maybe a kiss on the forehead to like the promise of getting eaten out later idk …

like i feel like when she first asked for help from him he did NOT want to. his ass has been out of school for so long and nobody wants to do schoolwork but he can’t say no to her :3 loves her too much !! but once he realizes that it gives him more opportunities to praise and fuck her … omg it’s over. he would see her studying by herself and be like helloooo :( like why didn’t she ask him for help ?? does she not want to suck his dick as a reward ??

anyways … failed the quiz i was studying for so maybe leon is plaguing my mind too much idk … i just need ddlg leon fr . he would cure us all :3

-💉

IDK WHY MY INBOX IS SUCH A FATTY LIKE OMG?? she just like me omg but im sorry ab it 😭

n omg.. thank u.. luv u hope ur doing well wish I could fuck that ken doll so bad..

i think once leon gets . into the daddy role he isn’t coming out of it. acts like you’re little all the time and you have to remind him like leon.. we’re in public rn. but he’s like head in the clouds. makes him look like an arrogant prick but trust he’s got good intentions. ugh… i think di leon would give a little slap (wishful thinking) esp if you ask him beforehand :3

and he probably has no idea what he’s doing LMFAOO like he went straight to police academy brother only knows the basic god forbid ur uni major is anything to do w like science you’re fucked.. but as long as there’s flashcards to get him through it’s fine :3

i think bc he’s older he drags out kissing for so long… like you’re literally begging for him but he just keeps kissing you and telling you to do one more question one more question then he’ll play with you one more question promise and it’s still just sloppy kisses like he’s such a freak omg

#inbox 💌 #💉 anon

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

This is gonna be probably the official post of the headcanon of Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing having this brotherly relationship.

This is not gonna be a whole post about me talking about it, but I'll simply say the list of things i imagine them doing (each time I see something that could happen i will edit this post and add it. Feel free to suggest!)

• Sun Wukong was Sha Wujing therapist cat.

sun wukong was very small compared to wujing, and with how weirdly wukong acted, wujing saw wukong as a small cat.

Wukong always used to purr when petted by wujing, used to headbutt wujing affectionately and tried anything to make wujing feel better when there were those nights.

it was like having a feral cat who hates everyone but you, and became your therapist somehow.

• wukong and wujing often talk about their problems.

It's more of wukong listening to wujing than the other way around as wukong never really spoke about his problems, but there were times where Wujing helped as well.

• Wujing used to brush wukong hair, they were ruined yes but at least they didn't have knots.

Wukong answered with grooming Wujing hair and bread.

+ wukong putting flowers in Wujing hair.

• wukong used to hide in Wujing hair.

I always imagine Wujing to have a lot of hair, to the point you could compare it to the princess from tangled (it reached down till his feet actually, not as long as hers.) And it was very puffy. So wukong, with how small he was, he could always hide in it if he wanted.

Wujing beard was also long, but not as much.

Wukong can't do it anymore with sandy.

• wukong usually sits on his cloud, but sometimes he sits on Wujing.

Or stands on top of him and screams at the top of his lungs "I'M THE RULER OF THE WORLD!!"

• wujing picks up wukong in different ways, most times he picks him up like a cat and let wukong sits on his hands, sometimes he picks up wukong by the neck, like mother cats do to their children, and sometimes he just picks up wukong like a bag of potatoes.

But there are times where wukong gets picked up and squeezed in a hug. Which doesn't really hurt, but it's Wujing way to say that he needs his little therapist.

• wujing once tried to help Wukong with his eyes, who are constantly irritated because of the furnace.

it didn't help at all, but wukong appreciated.

• wukong knows that wujing isn't immortal. That's why he's gentle to him.

He's not gentle with bajie for shit, and he has to be gentle with the monk or the monk will die.

• some habits never change, wukong still does most of these things to sandy because wukong has the constant reminder of wujing with the blue guy.

• no because i headcanon wukong being this kid who never shut up if he's comfortable enough, he's talkative as shit (un logorroico che nessuno lo batte vi giuro), but he never shows that side to anyone but wujing.

Wujing has to hear him talk about how bananas aren't in the monkey natural diet.

• wujing has the older brother vibe and wukong has the younger brother vibe.

• wujing 🤝 wukong = being headcanoned trans by me

• Wukong became a good guy only because wujing believed in him shut up let me have this if wujing wasn't there wukong would have killed everyone in less than a second shush let me have this let me have this

• I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THE DOLL.

WUKONG HAS A DOLL OF WUJING WITH INSIDE HIS ASHES BECAUSE WUJING DIED BURNED BY THE SAMADHI FIRE FROM AO LIE.

SHUSH.

BEST HEADCANON HERE. I LOVE YOU FOR WHOEVER TOLD ME THIS DOLL AND ASHES THING.

• you know raph and Michelangelo in tmnt? I want what they have with wujing and wukong.

• wujing is the youngest (in order of disciplines) but acts the oldest, wukong is the oldest but acts like the middle child, and baije acts completely like the youngest who gets constantly bullied by the middle one.

• wujing is the one with most hair, wukong has literal fur but he styles it to look like hair, bajie is bald.

• wukong has basically and constantly the zoomies, but while for wujing it looks like wukong is simply energetic or well, being a monkey.

For others it's like the embodiment of hell just started possessing sun wukong.

#sun wukong #lego monkie kid #journey to the west #monkie kid #sha wujing #mentions of bajie

[delilahcalicocat]

♧•~My Girl~•♤

{Rating: so much Fluff it looks like your lying on a cloud, Mentions of Smut}

{Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of Sexual Acts, snuggling, Swearing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Kristina Punk}

《Summary: after a long night, and sore legs Cody makes up for everything after the awful breakup》

(WC: Around 800 or 900)

[Sequel to "Would you?" Might wanna read that first! <3]

[Kristin's POV:]

I woke up at like 11:00am, Cody was somewhere in his house. And I was on the couch.

"C-Cody?" I said quietly

"Yes?" He said, popping his head out from the doorway

"What are you doing?" I questioned, Sitting up a bit

"Haha, Doll. I'm just watching the timer on the dryer, since your shirt is in there" He chuckled

I knew what he was talking about. My oversized black shirt I had arrived in last night...

My legs were super sore, but I was up and around anyways. Cody had walked out of the laundry room

I went upstairs since that was where he had put my suitcase last night, but it was in a guest room with a pet bed for a cat and a food and water bowl..

"Oh my fucking god, Cream and Coffee?!" I said looking at my twin kittens I had forgotten at David's house.

"Yeah, I got them for ya after you fell asleep last night.. Since David was gonna send them to the shelter, but I picked them up for you" Cody Said

Wow, he was very caring. Even after literally fucking me into his couch, but still he was very sweet

"Oh.. Thank you.." I said

He kissed me after I hugged him and sighed

"No problem Sweetheart" He said

I was so happy, I had a better boyfriend than David, my kittens were with me. And Cody was someone who actually cared for me..

"Alright, I'm gonna order some lunch. What do you want?" He asks

"You can get me anything, I just want a milkshake with it" I chuckled

Around 30 minutes later, he opened the door and got the food

It was pizza.

My favorite pizza! And I got a milkshake!!

We ate the pizza and we watched some random shit on the TV.

I sighed and looked at Cody

"Can We watch a movie and snuggle?" I asked

"Sure dear" He said

He put on my favorite movie, and then grabbed a Fluffy blanket.

We snuggled up and watched the entire movie together.

I would make random quotes from the movie which made him laugh a little each time

God, I love him

And I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder at the end of the movie.

He woke me up at 1:00pm after he got back home...

I felt so bad for falling asleep but he assured me it was fine.

We ended up snuggling again later on and I fell asleep at 11:00pm before the movie ended again

I feel like we really shouldn't snuggle during movies cause I'll just fall asleep-

"I love you my girl" He said as we walked upstairs

"I love you more" I joked

We are so silly <3

[again finished this Draft up a little early, so y'all get it early so enjoy! <3]

(Also I will refrain from posting on March 31st because that's Easter, but I will continue to do daily fics!)

#{♡}delilah's fics{♧} #wwe fanfiction #cody rhodes fic #fluff fic #wwe #wwe raw

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Oooooo Miss Raven, what are your thoughts on Ortho possibly using Pinnochio as one of his bases? A puppet (robot) built by a lonely old man (introverted student) to keep him company. I think that either Idia or Ortho have a personal story that also kind of goes along with the whole "I wish I was a real boy" thing Pinocchio has going on. I think it was the gym clothes card but I'm not completely sure

There’s definitely been a lot of theories and discussion about what Disney character Ortho is twisted from, but I think that Ortho’s really more like an amalgamation of many characters, motifs, and ideas. A lot of the other TWST boys also have a fluidity to their characters, even if their concepts are more strongly grounded in obvious inspirations.

I don’t think Ortho has ever explicitly stated that he wishes he were a “real boy”, but he has certainly mentioned that he wishes he could experience things that more readily come to organic beings than robots. Wishing you can do something or that you had something is not the same as wishing you were something, so I don’t believe wanting legs or feet is the same as Ortho saying he wishes he were human.

In Ortho’s Athletic Gear vignette, he mentions wanting legs or feet so he can run instead of fly, similar to Ariel wishing for legs so she can walk, run, and dance on land instead of swim. The Little Mermaid parallel runs even stronger when it turns out to be the Tweels (aka Flotsam and Jetsam parallels) that help Ortho get the legs he wants (by coercing Idia to build them for him). As far as I am aware, this is the only instance in which Ortho implies anything remotely close to wanting to be “human”, and even then I think it’s more like he wants the experience of running more than actually being flesh and bone.

Ortho has parallels with Hercules as well, in part due to his superhuman strength (as a robot) and in part due to his willingness to ��go the distance” to save his brother. (I already rambled about this topic in this post, so I’d recommend reading it if you’re interested in my thoughts!)

I think the Wish Upon a Star/Dance of Wishes event probably provides the strongest Pinocchio references in TWST. The history of the Star Sending itself calls back to the story of Pinocchio, plus we see the whale (Monstro) as a storm cloud that Ortho blasts through to clear the skies. In terms of concept alone, he is probably closest to Pinocchio as an non-human character built by a lonely, older one. Even Rook’s nickname for Ortho (Monsieur Doll, sometimes fan translated as Monsieur Puppet) may be an allusion to this.

It’s interesting that Ortho doesn’t express a wish to be human, but instead wishes for Idia’s happiness 🤔 Combined with everything else in the lore, I think that Ortho is well aware of what he is (a magical AI built to replace a lost sibling) and what his limitations are, but I also think he doesn’t wish beyond those limitations because he knows deep down it’s impossible, or maybe he’s told himself that he’s content with this current status. This might have changed as of chapter 6, as Ortho tells Idia that his AI is now so advanced that he can act beyond his initial programming... and then Ortho goes and does uh... a bunch of things in an effort to defy the destiny that Idia has already accepted... And everything is one big hot mess 😔 which makes for some delicious angst 👌

#Idia Shroud #Jade Leech #Floyd Leech #Tweels #Ortho Shroud #twisted wonderland analysis #twst analysis #spoilers #Rook Hunt #notes from the writing raven

[redrobemerle]

hey what if i made an ffvii au based around a very niche musical i enjoy. woe dolls of ffvii be upon ye

the narrator : the Planet itself (tells the story, also tries to warn people about the consequences of their actions but cannot be heard by the rest of the cast) the gambler and the monk : JENOVA and a cetra (maybe ifalna, maybe just a random one. its not like theyre mentioned by name anyway) jasper : grimoire valentine (this is mainly bc annabel had to be lucrecia) annabel : lucrecia (she canonically sort of brought vincent back from the dead. sort of. she probably wouldve brought grimoire back if she could have. its also lowkey implied that she may have had a crush on grimoire?)

((now heres where the roles go off the rails in regards to what their original relationships were))

edgar : hojo fay : vincent (THATS RIGHT BAY BEE IF JASPER IS GRIMOIRE VINCENT HAS TO BE FAY. whos the guy vincent leaves hojo for when he realizes Oh This Guys Fucked Up Actually? probably cid or reeve. i dont really ship vincent with anyone so like. as long as its not one of the Kids. anyway also thinks about how grimoires last words in canon are "tell vincent im sorry". thinks about "i took the liberty of bringing your dear old dad back. you can talk to him again! but only if you come back and marry me". thinks) byron : sephiroth (let sephiroth be an anarchist lmao) amelia : angeal ("amelia"s shitty dad is hollander obvs) priscilla : aerith (the obvious choice, but also im always thinking about the similarities between aerith and vincent (vincents similarities with cloud are far more obvious, but listen to me. aerith and vincent have their parallels too). priscilla reminding jasper of fay (aerith reminding grimoire of vincent)) soldier 7285 : theres so many people it could be but im leaning towards zack or cloud? everyone else gets to be voodoopunks

BUT TUMBLR USER REDROBEMERLE NONE OF US IN THE FF7 FANDOM HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT DOLLS OF NEW ALBION IS! YOU ADMITTED IT'S NICHE AS HELL!

fear not, for i have typed up a summary of the musical under the cut! if you read the summary and get upset about the way ive fucked with the relationships from the game for the sake of this au, please refer to this post <3

CONTENT WARNINGS: offstage but explicitly mentioned suicide, also very brief but explicitly mentioned parental abuse, immolation mentions (sort of), execution by a militaristic police state (near the end)

The Dolls of New Albion: a Steampunk Opera is a folk opera by Paul Shapera

the opera is split up into four acts, each following a generation of a single family. each act has a narrator telling you about the world as time passes. while not all of it is directly relevant to the story at hand, it tells you something interesting about the world. however, there is a recurring motif of a gambler and a monk who played a never-ending card game. this is important later. the city of new albion was built around them by the people who came to watch them play. but more importantly, in the Now, annabel(/annabelle/annabella. the script cant decide how its spelled) mcalistair is raising up the dead

okay so basically. annabel had a big ol crush on a guy in school. they had never talked until one day they talked and kissed and they became friends for a little bit. but then annabel was expelled for stealing cadavers for her own research. and she became a shut-in and he got married then died young. and she's figured out how to call his soul down into a doll she has built!

the doll is very lifelike but cant really move and cannot talk but he can play the radio! isnt he great? look at annabels doll everyone! she can go anywhere now bc hes proof that shes brilliant! shes conquered life and death! but not everything you love loves you in return. and when she realizes that he cannot, will not ever love her back or speak to her, he doesnt want to be back, she destroys the doll. and throws all of her notes in an old trunk in the attic.

and so passes the first generation.

the narrator informs us that annabel gets married and has a son named edgar at some point. edgar grows up and falls in love, as people often do, with a woman named fay, and on the night he was planning to propose to her, she tells him that while she loves him and she really tried to make the relationship work, hes got Issues and so she leaves him for another man.

in his anger, when edgar goes through the old trunk in the attic and finds annabels notes on necromancy, he makes a business out of it! he summons back the souls of the dead for anyone who asks and pays, and when his business becomes successful enough he uses the money and influence he has to run the business of fays new partner into the ground.

he goes and finds fay and is like. "look. i have a very successful business. the man that you say you love is ruined and poor and I know you cant live like that. and whats more than that, you know your dead dad who you loved so dearly? yeah i brought him back for you, but the only way you can talk to him is if you come back and get married to me. :)" and fay does but shes also like "what the fuck. i actually loved you once why did you end up like this this is why i left you in the first place" also the person whose soul edgar brought back is jasper, the same man annabel brought back originally.

and so passes the second generation.

edgar and fay have a son named byron. now, byron becomes a voodoopunk. voodoopunk is one part religious movement, one part political party, one part punk subculture. yes i know voodoo is a closed practice i dont know that the person who wrote this does and yeah.

so basically his whole plan is to run jasper for mayor? and theres this girl named amelia whos also running with the voodoopunks. it is unclear how old she is, but she is referred to as "a girl" rather than "a woman", so it is likely she's either a teenager or a young adult.

but jasper has figured something out. jasper has figured out how to string together songs on the radio to finally speak for himself. and byron is like "here listen to our doll give you a speech and prove that the dead can run this country better than any of the vultures that are politicians in any part of the political spectrum!"

and jasper sings.

and he sings about how he did not want to be brought back. death was peaceful and he did not want to be here.

and amelia heard this. and she had no friends. and she lived only with her father who was abusive (presumably both verbally and physically? it is never elaborated upon but we do know its at least verbal.)

and she kills herself with only the words of the song jasper sang as her note.

at which point theres public outcry bc ALL the dolls have been singing this song. in the publics eyes, the dolls killed amelia. and so people start rounding up the dolls -- who there are more of than living people in new albion by now -- and burning them alive (for a given definition of alive? its really more of releasing their souls again but really violently) byron manages to "save" jasper though.

and so ends the third generation.

we revisit the card game. the gambler died of a heart attack during the final hand, and cursed with his dying breath that the game was not yet finished, promising the two would come back to finish it one day.

and so begins the fourth generation.

New Albion has become a military police state, killing anyone with any sort of memorabilia of the dead. we see priscilla, byrons daughter, hiding in a basement and playing a never-ending game of cards with jasper. (YEP THATS RIGHT ITS KINDA IMPLIED THAT JASPER AND PRISCILLA ARE THE REINCARNATIONS OF THE MONK AND THE GAMBLER, and even if theyre not, theyre still the ones continuing the game they started).

we also see soldier 7285 join the police.

priscilla loves her great grandfather jasper dearly -- and he loves her back. she reminds him of fay, when fay was younger and more innocent, and jasper lets slip during their card game that he still wants to die but he is willing to stay because he wants priscilla to live even more. because if theyre found, they both die.

priscilla is like what the fuck thats not? fair??? why should you have to sacrifice your death for my life??? and she thinks about it. and decides that a life of hiding isnt much of a life at all.

and she calls the cops on herself.

a firing squad happens, despite jasper doing all he can to prevent it because her life for his death isnt fair to her, either.

but soldier 7285 doesnt fire.

he is court martialled and stripped of his duties/rank for it. soldier 7285 thinks about how priscilla loved jasper so much she was willing to die if it meant his freedom, and goes. hey what the fuck sort of country do i serve that thinks caring about the people we loved past their deaths is punishable by death??? im going to tear this country down and rebuild it on the graves of the people who decided this, and if i die in the process, at least i can be a martyr and inspire people to finish what i started the way she inspired me.

and thats the dolls of new albion!

#rrm.txt #the dolls of ffvii #not maintagging this bc this post is not like. polished at all and i am FULLY aware im butchering character dynamics for this #but also if i dont post it it wont leave me alone #also lmao this au does mean both hojo and vincent are sephiroths dad #sticking my middle finger up both at canon AND the ppl who try insisting vincent is actually sephs dad despite it being confirmed otherwise

[blog-of-hubris]

Kagurabachi Chapter 3: Witness

A good few of my followers/mutual said they were interested in me doing metas on more series outside of jujutsu kaisen. So here it goes!

This meta is going to be about… You guessed it… Kagurabachi lol! This is a new manga in weekly shōnen jump that has gotten some (weird) attention from the animanga fanbase. So bare with me as I dissect this chapter and follow me for more (if you don't already)

P.S—If there is a series you want me to write about, let me know in my asks or comments below!

Meet Hinao

This chapter is a pretty straightforward one, and that's pretty much been the theme of this manga so far. It starts off with an interesting infomercial like moment where we are introduced to the character Hinao. Hinao is an informant on the Yakuza and Sorcerers, while also being a “handler” of sorts. She has access to both sorcerers and yakuza, acting has the connector between the two. I like the addition of a character like her, but I do hope there is more distinction given about her safety being the one who connects two unpredictable parties.

We also get a loose number of how many sorcerers are around, and in Tokyo alone there are over 1000. That leaves a lot of room for different character types, motivations, and powers. I hope that we don't get a stereotypical sorcerer of the week situation every fight. There is a lot of potential to expand on the world building, or more specifically the city building of Tokyo, Japan. Later down the line, I could see the series expand farther, but I think baby steps are best for now.

There is a flashback showing how Hinao and Mr. Shiba started working together to find information on Rokuhira (the MCs dad). Nothing special really straight forward as well, but I like that Hinao mentions she had no idea Shiba was connected to Rokuhira. That information is nice because it confirms how secretive Shiba is, making me more interested in his overall persona.

The Little Girl Char

Ok, first, her name being Char is so cool. I'm a gundam stan, so I feel like this is a homage to the red comet, but I also could be in my own head canon. Either way, WE LOVE CHAR!

Any who, the chapter isn't complicated from here, but I have some moments I really enjoyed.

For example, the conversation between Chihiro and Char felt like a big brother/little sister connection. Chihiro wanted to take her out to get food just because she hadn't eaten, but he didn't believe she actually saw and enchanted blade. You can't blame him, Char is a smart girl and seemed to be acting as if she had no information to give. I think this is her way of protecting herself from everyone. She went into Hinao's place because it was somewhere to hire bodyguards, but she can't just trust every person who asks her about the enchanted sword.

After a short time, Char mentions the sword forming a cloud, which indicates to Chihiro that she isn't lying. My favorite part about this scene, is that if you are paying attention, you see a sorcerer walk into the restaurant while they are talking. He sits right behind Chihiro, and listens in to their conversation. This is when I see Chihiro has a lot of learning to do when it comes to his surroundings. He saw the sorcerer being antagonized by the shop owner but missed that he was a threat to them. This guy perfectly catches our MC off guard, explodes a doll to cause disarray, and grabs Char.

Fortunately, the sorcerer intended on killing Chihiro with that blast but failed. This is where the chapter ends, with him expressing his disappointment in Chihiro's survival, while Chihiro apologizes to Char for not believing her. I find Char's response so cute, but I also am very intrigued with who Char is.

Why is she being chased? How does she know the bad guys? Why did the sorcerer not just kill her but capture her? I think this is a good plot point that could truly elevate the series, even though it's only 3 chapters in.

Potential…

I see a lot of potential for Kagurabachi. The paneling is nice, the character interactions are good, but I need more substance out of the world building. I hope the mangaka doesn't take too long in establishing some sort of concrete enemy, even if there is a plot twist that changes things later on.

I also want more characterization, but I'm still determining if this is a narrative based story or a character based one. Furthermore, I hope that this starts to become clearer down the line and not too late!

#kagurabachi #takeru hokazono #kagurabachi meta #kagurabachi chapter 3 #dh🍵 #weekly shonen sunday #weekly shonen jump #manga cap

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10k hits on sent by the sun today! thank you!! the fact that it’s hardly even been a month just makes it all the more crazier.

i wish i could tell you about new stuff i’m working on but truthfully I haven’t written in weeks.

so, i thought I’d give you a deleted scene from sbts instead! (cross posted from twitter ❤️‍🩹)

Louis immediately stands up, and the band gives him a knowing look. “Toilet,” he says, before walking past them, into the corridor where Harry had just gone.

Harry’s humming a Carly Simon song when Louis comes to stand in front of the doorway to the room he’s in. It’s somewhat akin to a mini kitchen with a stove, refrigerator, and most importantly, a drip coffee maker that Harry’s fiddling with while he moves his little hips to his own voice.

“I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee, and-“

He moves to fill the pot with water, and in doing so, notices Louis, and just about drops it right on the floor in shock.

“God, stop sneaking up on me all the time!” Harry exclaims, putting the glass pot back on the green counter with a loud clunk.

“Sorry, sorry,” Louis apologizes, hands raised in surrender as he walks into the room. Harry eyes him warily.

“If you’re wondering how long until they’re done, they’re packing up just now. I’m only grabbing coffee.” Harry tells him, crossing his arms over his chest.

Louis stares at him for a second with an amused smile, and Harry stares back. The green of his eyes are so pronounced today.

“You and I both know that’s not why I’m here, doll face.”

At that, Harry rolls his eyes before moving to turn on the sink and hold the pot underneath the stream of water. Back turned, he says, “That’s real bold of you to assume. No, actually, I don’t know.” Harry throws a quick glance at Louis, then returns his attention to the coffee pot again. “And before you start, let me tell you that I don’t need to know, thanks.”

There are no words to describe what Louis feels when he’s around Harry, aside from the fact that he constantly feels out of his element. Louis has never had to actually work for it before, and it’s proving to be fucking tiring. His mind races as he watches Harry take the pot back to the coffee maker once it’s been filled, and pours its contents into the opening for water. Harry seems completely content with continuing on with whatever he’s doing, like Louis isn’t right there in the room with him. Louis suddenly feels like a little dog, running around in circles yapping for attention but never getting it. Look at me! He wants to shout, What do I not have that Malik has?

Louis begins to float away, imagining a scenario in which his dreams come true. In his head, Harry suddenly pushes aside the coffee pot, turns to Louis with a lovesick smile on his face, and rushes into his arms, all the while confessing just how much he wants him, and how painful it’s been to hold back. He jumps up, wraps his legs around Louis’ waist, and tells him how much better he is than anyone he's ever had, flashing those pretty dimples up close. He’s a warm weight in his arms, The Beatles play in the background, and the clouds from earlier float away into the atmosphere so the sun can shine through the open window in the back.

In reality, Harry continues to lowly hum the song he was singing earlier while he fiddles with a white mug and waits for his coffee, his back still facing Louis like it’s nothing. He just doesn’t care at all. Louis has never hated reality more.

Maybe a compliment will ease him up.

“You look gorgeous today.”

Harry pauses. Louis watches his shoulders tense a little before he turns his head to look at Louis. “Thanks.” Harry returns his attention to the coffee pot just as quick.

There is something telling in the way Harry refuses to make eye contact, the way he shields himself from Louis using his entire body. Almost as though… He’s afraid. As though he knows that if he turns, his expression will give him away.

The realization that Harry is putting on an act hits him hard. A smirk makes its way onto Louis’ face on its own.

“That’s it? You could at least try to sound convincing,” Louis teases, leaning against the side of the counter coolly. He watches Harry’s profile, noticing as he furrows his eyebrows, glaring at the innocent coffee machine.

Louis feels unable to take his eyes off of him. Harry seems to process twenty emotions at once, and it shows in the lift of his eyebrows, the tilt of his lips, and the flutter of his eyelids. When Harry juts out his bottom lip, then suddenly twists it into a frown in a matter of milliseconds, Louis finds himself hopelessly endeared. Harry is a daydream, something pulled out of his wildest imagination and sat right in front of him like a present he’s not allowed to open. It must be why Harry brings out the petulance in him.

Harry suddenly twists around, and they’re face to face. “What do you want me to say, Louis? Zayn’s right there in the other room!”

Of course. It all circles back to Malik. Louis amusedly raises an eyebrow, and Harry only attempts to make his glare stronger. God, Louis wants to kiss him all over his stupid pretty face.

“Excuse me if I’ve missed something, but are the two of you fucking married? Was I not invited to the big wedding at the fanciest chapel in England?” Louis rolls his eyes as he steps closer, and in response, Harry takes a step backwards.

“Oh, you are just insufferable-“

“Besides, between you and me? He’s a bit of a dick, love.”

There’s a stubborn pout that appears on Harry’s lips, like he’s one second away from stomping his foot and throwing a tantrum. “No, he’s not.”

“He is, and you know it,” Louis scoffs. “You really like being around him that much?”

#sent by the sun #idk if anyone will care #just thought i’d share anyway #xx #thank you again