#I can’t be subjective about my own content anymore

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Can't Leave Me

Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader

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

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Female Reader

SUMMARY: Seeing a darker side of Keigo has you rethinking your entire relationship. But it’s not like Keigo is planning on letting you go. 

WARNINGS: Murder; Kidnapping. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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His hand rubs comforting circles over the expanse of your back, innumerous apologies being mumbled as he kisses the crown of your head. 

“I should’ve eased you into it. I‘m so sorry, baby.” his tone is apologetic, almost regretful, but you can’t be bothered by that.

Not after what you witnessed. 

The queasiness in your stomach increases, and you swallow hard, closing your eyes in a poor attempt to control both yourself and the wave of nausea that threatens to rise. 

“Next time, I promise I’ll let you know beforehand, ‘kay? No more nasty surprises, I promise.” his cooing has you pushing your palms against the edge of the marble kitchen island, and you take a few stumbling steps backwards.

“I really thought you’d like to see my patriotic work.”

“You…” his golden eyes squint for a second when you dodge his hand from touching your arm, “That man-”

“He’s no one. Just some fucking dirtbag I caught the other day on patrol. No one even cares that he’s gone, if that makes you feel better.”

You look at him in bewilderment, unable to believe his words. Was Keigo - always so sweet and gentleman - trying to convince you that killing people was fine? That it was okay for his basement to have pools of blood and pieces of human limbs?

The pungent smell of fresh blood is still haunting your nose and you scrunch it, remembering the nasty scene your boyfriend presented you. 

When Keigo asked you to come to his house, telling you he had a surprise stored in his basement for you, your mind wandered to the idea of receiving a sweet gift.

Maybe a painting or a bracelet, anything with a romantic meaning. A normal thing. 

But when Keigo took you to his basement, chest inflated with pride at what he called “city scum cleaning” it wasn’t at all what you expected. 

“You’re worrying too much.” he sighs, his wings ruffling behind him. “I’m cleaning the city from the filthy scum, nothing else.”

“They’re human beings, Keigo. You can’t take justice into your own hands, that’s not your job.”

Keigo only shrugs his shoulders, disinterested at your attempt to bring some conscience to him.

“I know this upsetted you, baby, so why don’t we change the subject? How about we start making dinner and then watch a movie? I know you’re excited to see that new action movie, right?”

His proposition makes you feel sick to your stomach for more reasons than one, but the realization that your boyfriend is trying to distract you from the fact that he’s a serial killer is too much.

You need to leave. Immediately. 

But you’re scared. Terrified of becoming Keigo’s new addition to his basement, if he realizes that you’re not on his side. You’re not sure if he loves enough to spare you from such destiny.

You’re not sure of anything anymore. 

You shift the weight from one foot to the other, eyes drifting to the kitchen door. 

“I think…” your voice shakes, and you attempt to clear your throat, “Maybe I should go,  Keigo. I’m not…feeling great.”

His expression drops for a moment, cold anger being replaced with feigned sympathy so quickly that you almost believe you imagined it. 

“Sweet cheeks, if you’re not feeling well, then you can just sleep over.” he takes a minuscule step in your direction, his wings stretching behind him for a moment. Demonstrating their enormous size before he pulls them back.

A not very subtle threat.

“I can prepare a warm bath for you, and then get you in bed with some painkillers. How about that?” 

You shake your head, feeling helpless. 

“No, Keigo, it’s fine, really. I can just go home and-”

“Nonsense. Besides, I don’t like the idea of you all alone in your apartment, especially if you’re feeling sick.” he brushes you off, “I can’t have you puking or passing out when you’re on your own. What kind of boyfriend would that make me, am I right?” 

A few of his feathers gracefully fly in your direction, gently but effectively pushing you forward. 

The conflict inside your mind only fires up, but you’re hardly able to bitterly swallow down all the shabby excuses and useless begging that would only result in angering Keigo. 

Your body bumps against his and Keigo instantly wraps his arm around your waist, replacing the feathers that rejoin his wings. 

He kisses your cheek with an arm tightly gripping your waist, as if he’s waiting for you to bolt and run away. You’d be lying if you say the idea doesn’t seem awfully tempting.

Maybe if he looks away or gets distracted…maybe then  you could take the chance. 

“C’mon, let’s get you a bath, ‘kay? You’re really not looking too good.” 

The melancholic moonlight hits you in the face, seeping through the locked window. Your eyes are wide open, despite the ungodly time of the night. It’s quiet now, aside from the light cricket’s sounds and the occasional car speeding up through the street.

You barely move your head as you glance towards the fluorescent numbers of the digital clock on the bedside table next to you, careful enough to shift as little as you can.

The arm draped across your waist feels like a rope, keeping you bound to Keigo.

But it’s better than the red wing that lays wide open in all of its immense size, acting as a second blanket to your body, caging you to the bed with its oppressive weight. 

Despite your objections of becoming too hot during the night, Keigo still insisted on covering your body with it, shutting you down with a gentle kiss.

He sleeps soundly, his chest a few inches away from your chest, his deep calm breathing hitting your ear and neck. 

You can’t sleep. Your mind is too bothered, too upset to even consider something as futile as sleeping when there are more urgent necessities. Such as escaping this house. 

Keigo fell into a deep slumber a few hours ago while you remained awake, thinking about your next steps. You have to leave the bed, leave the house, leave him. 

But even the last step seems complicated when you can’t even pull yourself out of the bed - out of Keigo’s suffocating embrace. 

You’re frozen with fear, you begrudgingly admit. Scared of accidentally waking Keigo up and in the process, to wake a side of him that you don’t want to see. 

You have to do this.

The first step is to test the waters.

You take a deep breath, slowly shifting your body, your hand gently pushing his arm down and away from you. Nothing happens.

Your heartbeat speeds up as you embrace yourself for the final step. 

Looking down at the impending problem of escaping the red wing, you take the decision to slide underneath it. 

It’s awkward and embarrassing when you weirdly dive underneath the wing, squishing yourself against the bed as you try to touch the feathers as little as you can. They don’t pulse or move, remaining completely still as you make your escape. 

A relieved sigh gets caught in your throat when your feet touch the floor. Just a little more, you think, bending your body to slide down the curve of the bed. 

Premature hope makes your breathe faster. Maybe you can actually get away.

Oh god, you’re actually going to get away. 

Your whole body freezes for a scary moment when Keigo mumbles a few incoherent words, shifting and turning in bed, but thankfully he remains asleep. You can breathe again.

It’s a bit hard to walk in the darkness, only the dim light of the moon helping you guide yourself, as your feet take baby steps and you prod the walls with your hands until you finally find the closet room.

The door creaks slightly as you slowly close it, and you hold your breath for a moment. Nothing happens. 

You open the light, hoping it doesn’t infiltrate through the door’s crack and search the place with your eyes, looking for your clothes. Keigo kept them there before handing you one of his shirts earlier in the night, saying that it would be more comfortable for you to sleep in his clothes than in your outer clothes. 

It’s easy to find your shirt and pants, both of them tucked away in a corner of the room, the evident contrast between Keigo’s expensive clothing and your cheap casual outfit standing out. 

You quickly put them on, looking around for your purse before remembering that you had left it in the kitchen. Fuck. 

You close the light, and silently leave the closet. 

“Babe.” 

Your blood runs cold at the sight of Keigo casually standing in front of you, arms crossed in his chest. There’s no anger  in his face - nor sleepiness, you notice - but there are hints of annoyance. Did he really expect you not to try and run? 

“I’m kinda disappointed, I gotta say.” he shakes his head with a tired sigh. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t do anything stupid tonight. Guess I was wrong.”

“I wasn’t-” your words lose strength, and for a moment, the idea of dashing for the door with all of your speed seems incredibly enticing, “It’s not what you think.”

“Yeah? Pfft, c’mon, you seriously think you’re gonna fool me into believing any crappy excuse? Like I didn’t just catch you trying to sneak off on me?” he clicks his tongue, messy strands of blonde hair falling onto his forehead, “But you know what?”

It’s now. The moment he switches the flip on you and beats you and-

“Let’s continue this tomorrow, alright? It’s late, so how about we sleep on this and in the morning, we’ll talk.” 

You look at him, surprised. Isn’t he gonna drag you by the hair to his basement and beat you? 

Keigo directs you back to the closet, watching as you hesitate to change back into his shirt. 

“That was never gonna work, you know that, right?” he says. “It’s not like you could outrun me. I’m too fast for you, with or without quirk.”

When you get back on the bed, his wing covers you once again and his arm pulls you flush against his chest, suffocating you with his presence.

He kisses the nape of your neck. 

“Sleep tight.”

You wake up startled, mind buzzing with a chilling nightmare. Red blood and sticky viscera follow you even though you rise away from the realm of dreams. 

You breathe in. It was just a dream. 

Distant sounds coming from another room catch your attention and you remain quiet, catching the tiny rays of sunlight that come through the curtains, basking on pacific solitude. 

What are you supposed to do now? Relent and pretend that everything is peachy, to act as if the basement isn’t torture chamber and that your boyfriend isn’t some cold-hearted killer? 

You roll to the side, yelping when your leg gets caught on. 

A chain. 

A soft leather wrapped tightly around your ankle, connecting it to the links of metal that keep you in a short leash. There’s barely any length to it, meaning you won’t even be able to reach the bathroom if you need to. 

This can’t be real. 

You persistently rub your eyes, shaking your head as fear threatens to spill in the shape of a panic attack. 

Keigo wouldn’t do this. He can’t do this. He just can’t. 

Much to your consternation, you don’t wake up. This isn’t some wicked dream, after all. 

“No, no, please, no.” you cry, pulling and tugging on the solid chain with both of your hands. It doesn’t work, despite all the clicking it does. Doesn’t so much as move away from your ankle.

But it does make a shrilling noise and soon Keigo rushes into the room, a worried expression on his face before he understands what you’re doing. 

He plops next to you, firm hands pulling your shaky ones away from the chain, despite you not giving up and you yelp when he uses his strength to expertly twist your wrist, forcing you to let go of the chain.

“Keigo, please, don’t…don’t do this. I promise I won’t run away, I swear!” you plead, snot and tears pathetically dripping down your face as Keigo pulls you into his lap, a large hand securing both of your wrists. 

“Keigo…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything is fine, it’s all okay.” 

It only makes you cry harder. One of his hands rubs your back while the other holds the back of your neck, pushing your face to his chest. 

“C’mon, don’t cry.  You know how awful that makes me feel.” he presses a gentle kiss to your head, rocking your bodies back and forth, comforting you as if you were a child throwing a tantrum.

“You left me no choice. You were gonna leave me, abandon me like I never meant anything to you.” his voice is almost quiet and you know that if you looked up, his face would resemble a kicked puppy.

It almost makes you feel bad until the stupid chain in your ankle clinks, reminding you that Keigo isn’t a good man. 

“But it’s okay now. I know you’re not happy with… our current situation, but you’ll soon see it my way. I’m doing this for you - for us.” 

His arms tightened around your wriggling body, keeping you close to him. 

“I’m not letting anything get between us. Not even you.”

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[bedsyandco]

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❥ — ꒰ pairing ꒱ violet x luke hughes

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ the one where violet tells Luke she’s moving to Jersey!!

❥ — ꒰ content ꒱ sfw. fluff. kissing.

❥ — ꒰ note ꒱ ahhh!! she’s finally moving!! who do you think is more excited us or luke?? also this happens summer ‘25

Violet was clutching the little gift box tightly, practically vibrating with excitement and nerves as she sat on the bed and waited for Luke to finish up in the bathroom and come to bed.

“What’re you doing?” her boyfriend asks amused as he enters the bedroom as catches sight of her.

Violet gets momentarily distracted by his naked chest and gray sweats but remembers that she has more important things to do right now.

“What’s this?” Luke mumbles, tapping the gift box and laying on his side facing her.

“It’s a gift. For you,” Violet says and he smiles, gently taking the box from her hands and carefully taking off the lid of the box.

“It’s a key. Looks the same as the one to Jack’s apartment,” Luke says and Violet nods as he looks at her.

“You’re giving me a key to my own apartment?” Luke asks confused, an adorable frown on his face and Violet laughs.

“The key is for me. I’m gifting you me. In jersey,” Violet says softly, and Luke’s eyes light up.

“You’re moving to Jersey? This summer?” Luke asks excitedly

“If you want me, if you’ll have me,” Violet says nervously and Luke drops the key and the box on the bed, nearly tackling her in a hug and she laughs as he kisses her face all over.

“Are you kidding? Of course I want you. I always want you with me. I’ve been waiting for you to move in with me since the moment I left Michigan,” Luke says kissing her sunburnt cheeks.

These last few weeks at the lake house, waking up with her every morning, and ending the day with her by his side has just reminded Luke even more of how much he misses her when he’s in Jersey and she’s here.

He wanted to bring the subject of moving up again since she graduated now but he didn’t want to feel like he was pressuring her.

“I’m so excited. We should get our own place,” Luke rambles and Violet giggles at how happy he looks.

“You don’t wanna live with Jack anymore?” she asks

“If we live with Jack, I can’t fuck you anywhere I want to. Or any time I want to. And I wanna be able to do that. I wanna come home after a win and celebrate with you without having to hear my brother complain about it. Besides I want a place that’s just ours. I want you to decorate it the way you want to, and buy your big bed you’ve always wanted. I want us to start our life, together in Jersey. This would be a lot of firsts for us, and I don’t want all our firsts to be in Jack’s space. It should be our space,” Luke says, kissing her softly and she runs her hand through his hair gently.

“Okay, we’ll get our own place,” Violet says and laughs again when she hears Luke mumbles a quiet “yes” under his breath

#❥ — ꒰ violet + luke ꒱

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Next-Door Desire

Pairing || Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t avoid your hunky next-door neighbour. Despite your attempts, his adorable kids made sure it didn’t last.

Word Count || 806

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Implied Smut, Slight Angst — 18+ Only, Minors DNI, minor explicit content/language, major age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early 40’s), implied infidelity, sexual tension.

Authors Note || This is before my Late Night Rides fic. Thank you to my lovely @jadedvibes for helping with the title and summary!

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky Masterlist

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You were in a rush to get out of the house and get going to meet up with some of your friends. You were already 15 minutes late. With your phone in hand, you texted them that you were on your way and would be there very soon.

Fumbling with putting all your stuff in your bag, you stepped outside and locked the door.

With your stressful mind, you didn’t even notice that your next-door neighbours were out in the front garden until their kids screamed your name and came running to you.

The two little troublemakers clung to you—one on your leg and the other holding your waist as they talked over each other, asking too many questions for you to keep up with them.

“Wow, wow, wow! Hey, slow down. One at a time.” You chuckled as you looked down at them with a bright smile.

“Are you going somewhere?” The one on your leg, the youngest, questioned.

“Are you meeting a boy?” The oldest giggled.

“Can you please come and play with us? We miss you so much.” They both said in unison with puppy dog eyes while tugging your clothes. It was hard to resist their innocent and sweet nature, but you really couldn’t stay, and it would break your heart that you had to break theirs.

“Yes, I’m going out. No, I’m not meeting a boy,” you chuckled, “and, oh, you guys, I miss you too. But I can’t play right now, ok? I’m so sorry.”

“Awww.” They drew out while putting their heads down and going back to playing on their own.

Because you were so preoccupied with the sweet and clingy kids, you hadn’t realised their parents had watched the spectacle unfold. Your hot next-door neighbour Bucky had a bright smile on his face while his wife looked annoyed beside him.

“Hey,” Bucky uttered with a wave.

“O-oh, h-hey, Bucky.”

You were always so nervous around him that you almost always fumbled your words and felt all flustered. He was an unbelievably handsome man that you’d had a fat crush on ever since you met him a few weeks ago while you were babysitting his kids.

It was especially hard now to function properly when he was practically half-naked in front of you with nothing but a pair of shorts covering him. You stifled a whimper as you took in his bare and muscular torso. A few drops of sweat ran down his abs after working in the garden. And the few spots of dirt decorating his skin made him look so much hotter.

He had his hands on his hips and stood in such a way that it looked like he was showing off his delicious goods, and you wanted nothing more than have a taste of that.

Bucky must have sensed you zoning out and chuckled in amusement while licking his bottom lip. You got pulled out of your fantasy and felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at getting caught staring. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself, but Bucky shifted the clear sexual tension into another subject.

“Sorry about the kids. Hope they weren’t too much of a bother. They just miss you.”

“N-no, it’s fine. R-really. I miss them as well, and I wish I could stay, b-but I have to get going.”

“Yeah, of course. But if you want to come over tonight or maybe tomorrow, I know they would love that, and we wouldn’t mind, right honey?” Bucky glanced over to his wife.

You had completely forgotten that she was right beside him because all your attention had been entirely on him, and now you felt extremely bad about the obvious ogling you'd done on her husband a few moments ago.

“Sure, whatever,” she muttered in annoyance while returning to gardening, leaving you and Bucky.

That woman had always hated you for some reason, and you didn’t know why.

“Uh, I’m sorry about her.” He pursed his lips.

“I-it’s fine.” You took a few steps away from him, starting to leave before turning to him again. “But I can come over tonight if that’s still ok?” You smiled shyly.

“Yeah, of course, I would love that. I-I mean, the kids would love that.” He laughed nervously as he averted his eyes from you. A slight blush crept up on his cheeks. And you also felt all flustered and giddish again.

“I-I’ll be over.” You smiled as you waved. “Bye, Bucky.”

“See ya.”

On your way to your friends, you shouldn't shake off your enormous smile and excitement at the awkward yet thrilling interaction you just had with your extremely hot neighbour.

You felt a longing now when you weren’t in his presence, and you would feel a deep ache within you the whole day until you could see him again tonight.

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

hi its me again, the will brainrot is still strong. i want to protect will so bad, so could you write something hurt/comforty for will. lets say the scenario is that hannibal is incarcerated, everyone knows he is the chesapek ripper and he will never leave prison again. reader helps will move on, will gets a happy end, a hopefull end.

the lay on the bed, will is comfortable, happy, still a bit scared of the future, of his mind but he now has a rock

sorry if that is to weird

Howdy!! Not weird at all don’t worry! I love hurt/comfort so i’ll gladly write this for you!!

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There were nights were Will was more quiet than others. A month had passed since the shock of Hannibal’s incarceration first hit, and the road to recovery had so far been rocky.

Not that you minded taking on the responsibility of mending his broken heart. Patience and love were needed for such a task, and luckily, you had both in abundance to share.

You brought him some tea to bed, snuggling in close to him. He gave you the barest smile of gratefulness, blowing on the hot water to cool it down.

You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair, setting down your own cup. “How are you feeling?”

“Just thinking,” he said with a sigh, tapping his temple. “You know I spend a lot of time stuck up here.”

You nodded in understanding, not wanting to press him to share his thoughts. Some days he did it out of his own volition, but if he didn’t elaborate, it meant he didn’t really want to.

So instead, you decided to change the subject to try and distract him.

“You know, it’s supposed to be really nice out tomorrow. Maybe we could go for a hike and picnic by the stream,” you said. “I got more film for my camera, too.”

He smiled as he took a tentative sip of tea. “You’re still chasing that cardinal, aren’t you?”

“Little fucker is hard to picture,” you said with an amused huff. “But I think I know where its nest is, so I’m bound to get it eventually.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, setting down his cup on the nightstand and wrapping his arms around your waist. He lay his head down on your lap, and your fingers buried in his hair once again.

“And when you do catch him? Then what?” He asked softly, though a part of you felt like he was asking himself the question, too.

“Then… I don’t know. It’s hard to say.” You thought about it for a moment. “I guess at first it would be weird not to feel that drive anymore. Maybe I would miss it for a time, but who knows? Maybe I’d see it again and I’d just be content that it happened.”

Will was quiet as he processed your words. You wished you could give him a better answer, but you hadn’t experienced all he had.

“And if it’s gone forever?”

“Then… I’ll have my memories to look back on. As for the rest, I can’t foretell what the future might bring.”

“That’s true,” he said. “It brought me you, and I never could have predicted it.”

You bent down to clumsily kiss the top of his head. He laced his fingers through yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Whatever it is that happens after, we’ll be together,” you promised. “I can tell you that much.”

“I know,” he said, and the relief he felt was immeasurable.

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#will graham x reader #will graham fanfiction #hannibal fanfiction #minors dni #will graham with a bird watching gf/wife? it’s more likely than you think

[dirtyvulture]

GP!Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Could you write something about reader deepthroating GP beefy nat? Maybe nat us really stressed and reader wants to help her relax

AN: Let’s start the New Year with a healthy dose of Beefy!Nat. 😉

"What’s wrong, baby?” you ask as Natasha slumps into the room, dropping her duffel bag to the floor. Her head hangs low and she says nothing as she walks over to the bed and flops down on the mattress next to you.

“Nat?” you say, nudging her shoulder gently.

“Just...work stuff,” she finally answers, her face still buried in the blankets.

You know her work is a touchy subject for her, and more often than not she’d rather just keep it to herself, no matter how much you tell her that her thoughts and opinions are safe with you. 

“Do you want...a distraction?” is all you can offer her. 

Natasha doesn’t respond at first, then flips herself over on the bed so she’s lying on her back. Your eyes immediately zone in on her bulge, and your mouth waters at the thought of having it in your mouth.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Natasha sighs, and it hurts you how genuinely upset she sounds.

“It’s okay, baby,” you assure. “If I can do anything to help, I want to.”

“Are you sure?” She sits up, her arms winding around your waist and pulling you closer so you’re perched atop her muscular thighs. 

“Always.” You lean in and kiss her softly. Despite her muscles, her line of work, and the cold, intimidating way she carried herself, your girlfriend was an absolute sweetheart. She always wanted the best for you and she always wanted to take care of the people closest to her.

But right now, it was your turn to return the favor and make her feel good.

You push Natasha back against the pillows and shift down to sit between her legs. You undo her belt buckle and pull down her pants, moving out of the way so she can kick them and her boxers off. Her cock twitches against her thigh as you stare at it hungrily, finally lowering your head to take the tip in your mouth and suck lightly.

Natasha moans, dropping her head back into the pillows. Her legs instinctively push further apart as you descend on her cock, determined to fit her entire length down your throat. No matter how many times you’ve done this, it’s still a challenge to take her all the way. 

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels like heaven,” Natasha pants, wrapping her hand in your hair and trying to push you down faster. You feel her veins throbbing in your mouth and you force yourself to relax, your eyes tearing up when you feel her poke the back of your throat.

You swallow around her, and Natasha bucks up into you, despite that she can’t thrust any more of herself into you. Her pre-cum shoots directly down your throat, and while you wish your taste buds extended back so you could taste her, you’re happy to milk her cock with your throat.

Her body flexes, the muscles in her thighs tightening as she uses all her impressive strength to hold herself back from destroying you. 

“Oh my God,” Natasha mutters over and over, looking down and loving the sight of you between her legs, your lips sealed around the base of her cock. 

She gives no warning before she cums, and there’s too much of it for you to swallow. You pull back when you can’t take anymore, wiping the corner of your mouth. Her cock is still hard and a darker color than before, glistening with your saliva, and clearly ready for another round.

Natasha motions you forward, her hands gripping onto your waist as she helps you lower yourself onto her cock and you ride her until she forgets about her stressful day.

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[simonsdoll]

⛓POSSESSION⛓

PART:FOUR

WARNING:angst,possessive/obsessive behavior,jealously, stalking and kidnapping

DISCLAIMER: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

PAIRING: Yandere Ghost x fem! Reader

A/N: I want to make this very clear that I do not condone this behavior. This is written for military fem reader. The yandere will gradually get more intense so please be aware. Again please be aware that this is a touchy subject. Hope you enjoy ! ❤️

Ghost holds power in his hands by being a lieutenant. He has the power to access your personal files with information about you. Since you refused to give him the answers he needed to find you, he took it into his own hands to do it for you. He pulled out your personal file with compromised information and he took a picture of your address. He then closed and turned off the computer and quickly left his office. “I’ll find you and you can’t hide from me anymore”.

Price set up a small meeting announcing that the mission they recently came back from was a success and that we could go home now that we weren’t in deployment anymore. He now had the perfect opportunity to stalk you and to find about any other things that could keep you away from him. Also he doesn’t seem to be that stressed over you having much friends because your always deployed and you have complained to him before that it’s difficult to balance work life with civilian life and that you had difficulty getting back to them. “I’ll be here for you always”.

It was one week after you came back home from base and Ghost thought he had to act now on his stalking spree. Ghost found out that you liked to go to a specific coffee shop to order your coffee every late afternoon. He looked the place up and started walking his way to the designated location. After walking multiple blocks throughout the city he finally made it to your favorite coffee shop and ordered a coffee and left outside to see you from across the street.

And to his surprise you made it to the coffee shop and made your way inside. He stood outside the coffee shop for minutes waiting for you to finish your drink and to get out of there. After finishing his coffee he saw you walk out of the building and admired the way you were so clueless and so oblivious to what he was doing to you. He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of you. He was planning on getting more pictures of you in the future. Trying to be unnoticed by anyone seeing him do that to you. Ghost was preying on you. Though it was dark outside he could only be furious on why you would put yourself in danger where no one could protect you. “Where do you think your going dressed like that? Your body is only for my eyes only”.

As you walked on the sidewalk of the streets Ghost started to walk with you. Slowly making sure he was undetected. Ghost was trying to blend in with the walking civilians the best he could due to his tall height and massive frame. Ghost’s eyes were heavy on you and never breaking eye contact with your frame. Just watching you intensely every move you make wishing he was the one walking next to you and protecting you.

It was dark time and Ghost would think to himself how easy and possible it was to just take you away and to have you all to himself. How you wouldn’t even be able to fend for yourself. He was twice the size of you and could easily hold you back from any fighting and tussling. It was nighttime. Dark and dusk able to blind you from seeing who is behind you stalking you every move. “ You’re all I ever think about love”.

As Ghost kept following you in the night time of the city he finally found where you lived. He saw you shuffling through keys and made your way into your home. You settled into your home making sure to lock the doors. You went to go take a shower and to relax and watch your show in the living room. Ghost from the outside lurked and looked for any windows he could stalk you from. After what seemed like minutes he found a small crack from one of your blinds of your living room and he took watch of you. Every movement of your body was being stalked and preyed upon. You were no longer alone.

He saw you dressed in a silk nightgown that hugged your body so tightly and showing your plump breasts and cleavage. He palmed and touched his throbbing erection as he thought of perverted thoughts about you. He took his phone out and snapped a couple pictures of your oblivious and domestic self. Once he had what he needed and saw that your lights went off from the living room, he left your house and made his way back home. “You have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

Ghost got home and immediately looked through the photos he took of you that evening. He examined photo by photo of you while touching himself. How he wished to rip that nightgown off of you and let him feast on you. Let him buy you a new one just to rip it off again. How innocent and oblivious you were to his perverted stalking. Why didn’t you let him into your home? Don’t you know he wants to see you? He wanted to see you is all. He just wants to know your ok and still only have eyes for him ONLY. Your his and he is yours. No one was better than him. Look at how much he loves you. How far he went to find you and to be able to see you again after work.

“We’re going to be together forever.Just you and me”.

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[greyennui]

Q&A for Anger is but Passion Borne of Love

@waterho-writes and I can still hardly believe how much love and support we've gotten on this Bowuigi fic, so we want to thank y'all for sticking around on this journey! We're only about halfway through the story, and we can't wait for y'all to read the rest.

Below the cut is the Q&A with all your questions. Enjoy!

Q: Did Mario and Luigi come from Earth like in canon or have they always been in the fantasy world?

It’s a passing mention in Chapter 1, but Mario and Luigi grew up in an orphanage that still sends them a monthly stipend (allowance). They’ve always been a part of this Regency-era Mushroom Kingdom, but are still outcasts in a way.

Q: Is Luigi allergic to flowers?

Not all flowers, just the really pollen-y and smelly ones (like lilies).

Q: How tall are Luigi and Bowser?

Luigi is 5’8” (~172cm) and Bowser is 6’4” (~193cm) For a visual reference:

Q: What happened at the trial?

Keep reading to find out!

Q: Are we gonna get Bowuigi smut??

Waterho: There will absolutely be smut. GreyEnnuigi can only stop me for so long. 😈 GreyEnnuigi: Don’t worry; the Explicit Sexual Content and Dom/sub tags are not just for show (and note that we did not add the Rape/Non-con archive warning). Consensual spicy times will come! And so will Bowser and Luigi!

Q: Could you give a summary of the smut in the chapter notes if it’s plot-relevant?

The smut will be plot-relevant at some points, so we can definitely do this.

Q: Will Luigi get his own emotional support animal for his anxiety (like Polterpup)?

Waterho: Does Bowser count as an emotional support animal? GreyEnnuigi: We haven’t planned for a Polterpup in this story, as there’s already a fair bit going on plotwise. Putting a dog into the mix might well and truly throw us off the rails. ;)

Q: Will Luigi be able to overcome his anxiety? I want to see Luigi put someone in their place after they insulted him.

Luigi actually does this during the announcement dinner in Chapter 8 in this exchange with Lord Booking: Lord Booking paled a bit, his mouth turning into a slight frown. “Indeed. Such a delicate flower must be hidden away, for exposure to that world would surely wither it.” […] [Luigi] straightened himself up, still holding Lord Koopa’s hand open in both of his own, then addressed Lord Booking directly: “Some flowers may thrive in the shade and wilt in the sun, but it does not make them any less a part of this world, Lord Booking.” Lord Booking is implying that Bowser is hiding Luigi away because he’s a commoner in a noble’s world and can’t handle the change. Luigi’s response is essentially, “Yeah, I’m a commoner and I’ve lived my life differently, but that doesn’t mean I don’t belong here.” Don’t worry, we like character growth in this house. ;) GreyEnnuigi: On the same sort of subject, if you ever have questions about the fancy Regency language, don’t be afraid to ask! It’s very flowery and can be complicated, especially if English isn’t your first language. I’d be happy to “translate” any passages for you into modern English.

Q: Is there going to be a good or bad ending?

There is going to be a happy ending! This is a fairytale retelling, after all. ;)

Q: You started this fic as a joke, but now it’s not a joke anymore. How did that conversation happen?

A few things to note before we answer this: 1. GreyEnnuigi has wanted to write a Regency AU for a while. 2. We saw the Mario movie together and started reading Bowuigi fics because we couldn’t get enough. 3. We noticed that a lot of Bowuigi fics had a Beauty and the Beast theme. With that out of the way, here’s the transcript of how that conversation played out over text messages: 22:48 Waterho Ok hear me out 22:49 Waterho Bowuigi Beauty and the beast set in a regency setting 22:49 GreyEnnuigi omg wait haha 22:49 GreyEnnuigi but like 22:49 GreyEnnuigi is Bowser still koopa 22:50 GreyEnnuigi or is he big beefcake human 22:50 Waterho Big beefcake human obviously 22:50 GreyEnnuigi excellent 22:51 Waterho The more I fall down the bowuigi hole, the more I feel like I gotta try my hand at it lmao 22:51 Waterho That movie changed me [sparkles emoji] 22:51 GreyEnnuigi bro the URGE i have had this week 22:51 GreyEnnuigi it's undeniable 22:51 Waterho Why are we like this 22:52 GreyEnnuigi i prefer not to ask questions like that 22:52 GreyEnnuigi BUT LISTEN 22:52 Waterho This was a children’s movie why did they have to make The Scene so spicy 22:52 GreyEnnuigi if you can give me plot and conflict and incidents 22:52 Waterho Listening 22:52 GreyEnnuigi i will write that shit 22:53 GreyEnnuigi i have too many plots I'm thinking about rn but if you can give me an outline I'll do the rest [relieved face emoji] 23:04 Waterho [drops a 5-paragraph summary of the first chapter and main plot points] 23:04 GreyEnnuigi omg that was quick 23:04 GreyEnnuigi okay I'm reading 23:06 GreyEnnuigi eheheh yes I like this 23:06 Waterho Excellent After that conversation we kept feeding each other ideas and plot points and then GreyEnnuigi was writing it and Waterho kept coming up with more scenes and now here we are.

Q: What is it like making a chapter for this fic?

Waterho: basically, I supply the maladaptive daydreaming, and GreyEnnuigi supplies the prose and structure. Then we add it up and try to create a somewhat cohesive narrative. Many of our conversations these days start with “ok listen….” GreyEnnuigi: We have the overall plot planned out and most of it outlined, so we already know what main plot events we want to happen in each chapter. After that it’s a matter of filling the rest of the chapter by fleshing out the characters, doing a bit of worldbuilding, and making sure we’re progressing all the relationships properly. This usually happens with Waterho proposing a specific scenario, then we ask ourselves how this and that character would react and does that fit with the plot, and then we agree on how the situation unfolds. Then I write it all out, Waterho tries to convince me to add fluff and smut too early, I rein it back in and write something more subtle, and then we review, edit, and post. Here’s an example of this sort of back-and-forth from our chat transcript: 23:00 GreyEnnuigi thinking I'm gonna start chapter 3 with Kamek confronting Bowser about Luigi, but what else should happen in ch 3 after that 23:00 Waterho Let’s see the part where bowser [redacted for spoiler reasons] 23:01 GreyEnnuigi ooh so soon?? 23:02 Waterho If we want to draw it out more we could push that part off 23:02 GreyEnnuigi i just don't want Bowser to be too soft at the beginning 23:02 GreyEnnuigi Luigi needs to wear him down first lol 23:02 Waterho Fair enough

Q: Is this fic definitely going to have 20 chapters?

With what we currently have planned and outlined, 20 chapters is our best estimate for how long the story will be. It’s very possible this will change, and if it does, it’s more likely that we’ll end up with more than 20 chapters as opposed to less.

Q: Is there a schedule for uploading chapters?

We don’t currently have a schedule and we’re just posting the chapters as we finish them. That being said, we’ve been on a pace of about 1 chapter every other day. That could definitely change, though, so don’t expect us to stick to that.

Q: In this world hetero is not seen as the default. Did you write it this way because you didn’t want to focus on the homosexuality topic but more on the Bowser/Luigi ship itself?

Short answer: Yes. Long answer: The concept of homosexuality being accepted in this AU came about as we were discussing the reason Bowser would accept Luigi in exchange for Peach as a spouse. If we were to follow realistic Regency-era ideologies, then it would be extremely unlikely for Bowser to take Luigi as a spouse as he is (i.e. a cis man). We wanted to follow the Beauty and the Beast storyline, which at its core is our protagonist falling in love with someone who is widely regarded as unlovable. It wouldn’t have made sense to include homophobia in the plot, and that wasn’t the story we wanted to tell. Also, the beauty of fiction is that we can make our own rules and do whatever the hell we want with it, so we did!

Q: Who’s who??

Luis Walbright: Waluigi Thomas Kamek: Kamek Kammy Magis: Kammy George Morton: Morton (Koopaling) Lemarcus Swift: Lemmy (Koopaling) Laurence Ripley: Larry (Koopaling) Lord William Booking: King Boo Ellord Elvin Booking: Professor E. Gadd Lady Daisy Sarasa: Daisy Ellady Rosalina Sarasa: Rosalina Lord Henry Toadsworth: Toadsworth Ellady Etta Toadsworth: Toadette Lady Birdie Pirah: Birdo Ellord Peter Pirah: Petey Piranha John Tannock (tailor): Tanuki (maker of Tanuki suits) Lord Robert Ombler: King Bob-Omb Ellady Sylvia Ombler: Sylvia (Paper Mario: TTYD) Lord Lionel & Ellady Catherine Graham: GreyEnnuigi made these up, but their names are basically animal crackers (Lion & Kitty + Graham) for no reason other than it amused them Ignatius Hopper: Iggy (Koopaling) Wendy Carter: Wendy (Koopaling) Gustav Ember: Goomba (general, no specific character) (note: Waterho still maintains that the Goomba should have been named Barry Ragoon) (note: GreyEnnuigi still maintains that it's best if GreyEnnuigi remains in charge of naming the characters in this fic)

Q: If we were to make fanart for this fic, where should we tag y’all to let you know?

We would be honored if you wanted to make fan art for our fic! If you do, tag @greyennui and @waterho-writes on Tumblr, and you can also use the fic’s tag #Anger is but Passion Borne of Love

#Q&A #bowuigi fic #Anger is but Passion Borne of Love

[gayleafpool]

Give me some Varian and/or Hugo related angst

Just rip my skin off with it

Go hard bestie

FUCK YEAH

-i think all interpretations of donella are fun, she’s not real so ppl can imagine her in any way they’d like. however my interpretation of her is that shes. kind of awful. she’s cold and distant and imagine she likely had a rough upbringing but she’s the type to think it made her stronger SOOOO she subjects hugo to the same things she went through to try to make him stronger. perpetuating the cycle type shit. i think he got his eyebrow scar from her. i think as he grows older is capable of physically overpowering her but he is so afraid of her that he would never be able to do it because she has so firmly cemented herself in his mind as someone he needs to fear and respect. i also think that donella does actually care about him but she’s so awful at showing it that it doesn’t matter. and when hugo finally is able to leave her behind she’s kind of shocked and it prompts her to try to make things right but it’s just too late there’s nothing to salvage

-building off what i just said i think donella would be very adamant about hiding weakness and pain n stuff. so when hugo gets injured on a mission he learns he has to hide it or she’ll yell at him for showing weakness. so he learns to either take care of his wounds by himself if they’re bad enough or just try to pretend they’re not there. fast forward to him meeting varian and he gets injured one day idk stabbed or something and nobody sees bc he hides it but he can’t get access to stitches or anything to clean it for a lil while so it gets infected and he gets ill and then of course varian finds out and helps him clean the wound (his hemophobia ran away for the day idk. or maybe the wound isn’t bleeding anymore so it’s fine. or he’s not looking too close) and hugo is like. pissed tf off because he hates that he needs help and hates how it makes him feel and varian is just so kind and gentle with treating his wounds and it makes him feel WEIRD and i think after that he has a bit of a moment bc being cared for after so long of not being able to show pain just kinda makes him realize how sick of this he really is

-when varian finds out how badly hugo had been treated by donella i think it would help him forgive hugo fairly fast bc varian understands how it feels to be used and manipulated by someone who has power over u. i think i’ve said it before but i think he had a real bad time in prison. why did they put him in a cell with a grown man. that was such a bad idea. i will not go too in depth abt it but i think he endured a number of types of abuse while there and i also think he would struggle to understand that it was a bad thing. he just lost all of his friends and his father he’s got nobody i think he would be so desperate for someone to care about him that it doesn’t hit him how fucked up the things he went through were until a little bit after getting out of prison. i think he ends having major issues with dissociation after prison bc of what happened to him and he’ll just kinda space out. i have soooo many feelings about this actually this is something very personal 2 me i could go on and on and on damn maybe i should write a fic. alexa play hard times by ethel cain but heed the content warnings

-hugo has major issues w food insecurity. he spent most of his life having to struggle to steal his own food bc donella couldn’t be bothered to take care of him. adjusting to a life where food is always readily available and free would be hard for him. i think it would make him angry. it’s just been this easy this whole time for all these people? why did he almost starve so many times back when he was just a kid? why did he watch the same thing happen to other kids around him? actually just in general i think hugo harbors a lot of anger and frustration towards royalty which again. makes living in the palace very tough. i think it’s at a level where he’s not even annoying and antagonistic towards most people in the castle it’s just like this quiet hatred bc it’s a wound that cuts so deep for him. he doesn’t even really wanna speak to them. doesn’t wanna be around them. i don’t think he really ever gets over this and i think the only person he ever really truly grows to trust (besides varian) is cassandra actually bc she very much understands how he feels

-varian varian varian my bpd king i think he is so talented at forming unhealthy attachments. he’s a weird little guy who spends all his time in his lab so he did not have any friends as a kid and probably got bullied tbh i mean he’s a tiny little nerd and basically for the longest time his dad was his only friend thus u have his first unhealthy attachment there which would explain him going off the deep end when quirin gets nerfed. i also think he got extremely attached to rapunzel eugene and cass as soon as they were nice to him bc again. no friends +ough the disorders. and he puts them on a pedestal. i think this also happened w andrew while he was in prison. and this habit of his makes him miserable bc he gets upset when he can’t be the center of their universe or when other people take priority over him or when he’s not getting the attention he wants but it also makes him more likely to endure being treated badly bc he can have a hard time differentiating between good and bad attention

-i think hugo is scared of becoming anything like donella and he’ll often catch himself doing things to other people that she used to do to him the cycle she perpetuated is so aggressively trying to suck him back in bc she’s literally all he ever knew. he had nobody else to look up to and all she ever taught him was how to be cruel and how to use others and hurt them when they didn’t behave the way you wanted to and it sucks bc he has seen that it WORKS. it’s awful and it’s cruel but it works. and sometimes his brain will tell him that it would be so much easier to just scare someone into doing what he wants but then he remembers that’s what donella would do to him and he just kinda. spirals because he can’t take the idea that someone who caused him so much pain is becoming a part of who is he and he can’t stop it because it’ll happen almost unconsciously sometimes

#asks #OUGH I EXPLODED SORRY #they have soooooo many issues #abuse #<- just in case #also there probably so many typos in this #varian

[tomaytow]

i have seen your tags! so i must say: how about making that another time about jealous venti rn time? only if you're up for it though!

again i am very sorry for this late response but here’s a snippet from a fic (that’s actually all abt jealous venti in a modern setting LOL <3) said fic is 5/6 done so here’s a preview in case i won’t get it finished; 

cw: a lil suggestive. (i should calm down honestly.)

Drowning in your reviewers and notebooks, you bump your forehead on your study table. 

Ugh. 

This. Is. Too. Much.

They can’t expect us to memorize this all! You glare at the piece of note card you made. You wrote acronyms for this stupid topic just so your brain can get familiar with it, but unfortunately, there are so many! And it’s not even a major subject!

“Hi, my Windblume,” There are arms that encircle your waist, and you take a deep breath. Venti’s voice during this time is able to calm your nerves. He presses his front to your backside. “You seem frustrated! Take a break—just for twenty minutes will suffice.”

You glance by your shoulder with a sly smirk. “You just want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

Venti lets out his signature giggle, “Bingo. Now come on—“ He yanks your hand forcefully, and you topple over with a shriek. Venti’s so strong, sometimes it scares (and amazes) you. For someone his own size, who knew that this delicate looking man can generate so much strength and power?

(Oh, isn’t he part of the archery team or whatever…?)

You return to reality when Venti pokes your waist, making you squeak. “Ah! Venti! Don’t do that!”

“Thinking about other people rather than me?” Venti pinches your cheeks, “I’m hurt~ aren’t I supposed to be your distraction?”

You remove his hands on your face, but you still keep holding it with yours. “I was not thinking of other people. I was thinking about you.” Then, you find out where you’re sitting now—on his lap. “Venti, aren’t I heavy? I should get off.”

Venti firmly squeezes your waist. The way his fingers dip on your skin makes you blush a little. He puffs his cheeks, “No, stay! I want you here. Please, love?”

How can you say no to his puppy eyes? With a defeated sigh, you forfeit. “Okay.”

“Yay!” Venti smiles joyfully. “Kiss me? I will be your stress–reliever! Let it all out to me, Windblume—your frustrations, your irritations, the whirlwind inside of you. Tell me all about it.”

You’re really thankful that you have Venti as a lover. He’s just so sweet, understanding, and supportive. He’s one of the main reasons why you can withstand college.

You’re not reluctant to tilt your head and latch your lips with his. It’s so soft. But instead of sweet candy, there’s a taste of the bitterness of the black coffee he consumed. “I hate my professors.” You kiss him again. He kisses you back this time. “I hate them so much—they’re giving us so many projects when they’re aware that it’s midterms week.”

Venti’s eyelids flutter in content. “Have you talked to your professors about it? Aah, mm—windblume...—“ He murmurs, “If… if there are any problems such as this, it’s better to talk it out with them…hmm…”

“I–It’s futile,” you say, and you kiss Venti again and again. “There’s nothing I— I can do anymore when they’ve already made up their mind…” 

You add with a small pant, “Even Albedo can’t negotiate with them…”

You continue your slow pace when Venti suddenly deepens the kiss. Your toes curl and your heart skips from the abruptness. When you detach away from him, you muster up the courage to say something. Your chest heaves up and down as you whisper a “V–Venti…?” 

He opens his eyelids midway.

What you are witnessing right now—it’s a flushed Venti.

And his eyes… they’re filled with want.

You feel like a prey under a predator’s gaze.

It takes him a while to respond. Both of you are catching your breaths. You’re not sure of what’s happening right now. The way Venti looked at you, surely, he’s not…

The room is so hot right now.

You’re disturbed from your thoughts when Venti buries his whole face on your chest. You can hear his muffled voice— Windblume… 

He sounds a little upset, you think as you feel his hold on you tightens.

“What’s wrong?” You dip your head down to thread your fingers on his hair. You scratch his scalp tenderly, “H-hey. What’s wrong, my needy distraction? Are you finally realizing that I’m stopping the circulation of your blood flow, and that I must get off?”

He makes a noise akin to a scoff. As if, he probably wants to say. Venti clutches you closer. “Stay.”

A demand?

“A–alright.” You smile. “I will. But only for like, sixteen minutes.”

Venti lifts his head a little to reveal his beautiful eyes. He still has his nose and lips dug to your sternum as he speaks. “Thirty minutes.” Though subdued, you manage to understand. 

“I have to study,” you gulp nervously. “Midterms will kill me.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” Venti nuzzles into you. Archons, he is so needy. “And isn’t it your responsibility to cater my needs?”

You narrow your eyes at him. Very needy indeed. “Amazing. What should I do next, then?”

“Ahaha, kiss me.”

“Again?”

“Yes.”

“You really are distracting me from my studies. Do you want me to fail?”

“Of course not. But kiss me. Please?”

#venti x reader #cw: suggestive #sorry again for this v late response #i'm very busy with college #and life in general #i can't believe it too like man my schedule is so jampacked #i was supposed to post this a week ago #but yeaaah #had no time #anyway it's a snippet #i'm not sure if i'll post the whole jealous venti fic JHSHJDK #we will see #for now #i drown in midterms #tomato.writes #tomato.replies

[pollenallergie]

Billy comes up behind you shyly: “Alright, petal?” He moves your hair to the side and places a soft kiss to your neck. “Been working really hard tonight. Worried about you. Can you afford a break?”

You credited him with the restraint it must have taken for him to leave you on your own to study your calculus. Usually, he loves to touch you and be with you. Tonight, you had asked for silence and space and he had granted you both. You had been working for hours and your brain was buzzing with all the thought required for the subject. His kiss brought you back to him.

His warm hands find your shoulders and start to softly knead your muscles. “Really tense, love. Don’t like that. Here, lean back against me. That’s good.”

Your arms drop to your sides and you let yourself go, thoroughly enjoying his ministrations and letting out a deep sigh.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers. “Maybe you should stop for a bit? Have some cuddle time?”

You can’t. You know if you did, cuddling would lead to sex. Sex would lead to sleep. And sleep would knock you out for hours and there would be no time to finish your work. No. You have to finish.

“You can finish later?” he asks, almost reading your mind, his voice like honey in your ear. “We’ll set an alarm. You can get back to it after that.” His fingertips stroke lightly up and down your neck.

Smiling at him, you nod. This sounds like a good compromise. Cuddles with a time limit will keep you from losing much of your momentum while giving you a much needed break snuggled in your man’s arms. The promise of his warm embrace and sweet kisses were too hard to turn down. Billy is so good to you.

You get up and head to the bed, laying on top of the covers and making space for your boyfriend.

He’s got his phone out and he’s setting his alarm. As he snugs in behind you, the big spoon to your little, and places more gentle kisses against your neck, you marvel that he’s so damn thoughtful. You can’t help the soft smile that spreads across your face. He’s the best man in the world. An angel on earth, really. Respectful. Kind. And with a sense of responsibility over your needs that makes you trust him implicitly. You let him call the shots on this one: just a little cuddle time and then right back at it. It’ll all be fine.

It’s not his fault that the time setting on the alarm is entered in for AM instead of PM…is it?

After all, Billy Knight is so very very good to you.

It’ll be fine. It’ll all be fine.

umm excuse me i’m literally in tears

no, seriously. this hath brought forth tears to my eyes. it’s sooooo wonderful and pure and precioussss and so perfectly billy!!! ughhhh!! your mind!!! it’s incredible!!!

i couldn’t even be mad at him for setting his alarm for AM because like he’s just!!! he’s so sweet!!! and he knows you’ve hit a wall, going back to work, even after a short break is just… it’s just not going to help you at all. you’ve reached the point where your mind is exhausted and nothing makes sense anymore… well, nothing except for anything and everything that’s got to do with billy. tonight he’s your source of stability, he’s your ground control, helping to keep you calm and keep your head on straight so that your brain doesn’t get overwhelmed and implode. maybe setting the alarm for a.m. instead of p.m. was intentional on his part, but, in his defense, he’s only looking out for you and trying his best to keep you healthy and safe and content. there will be no all-night cram sessions, not on billy’s watch, because they’re not good for you, they stress you out and rob you of the rest you so desperately need, and afterwards it always takes you so long to recover from them, to bounce back to your baseline. billy hates watching you suffer like that, so he simply won’t allow it. all-nighters are strictly forbidden in your household. billy’ll scoop you up and hall you off to the bedroom himself if he has to, anything to get you to get some proper rest and to leave all the stressful work stuff be for the rest of the night.

also the shoulder rub??? please and thanks. i like very much. i want. he would be so good at giving massages, i just know it. and he’d be so willing to give them too!!! because he’ll take any and every excuse to touch you and to dote on you!!! pampering you is his favourite activity. how fitting then that pampering him is your favourite activity. you’re really a match made in heaven.

#pls excuse me while i go think about this and only this for the rest of the night #billy will always be my favourite <3 #sweet man is just sbdjdbdjhdvr he’s a human teddy bear his literal job is cuddle and i love that for him (and for me) #ask and i shall reply #moots moots lovely moots <3 #amy <3 #billy knight x reader #billy knight strike #billy knight

[no1ryomafan]

Yknow for most of my tumblr rants I like to keep stuff vague even when it’s apparent what thing I’m aiming at because I don’t like to trash talk people openly who I don’t know or formally knew especially on the most mundane subjects but there’s one particular thing that has been bothering me about fandom culture that I’ve noticed as of late that I gotta rant about:

And that’s the whole ordeal of “you need to consume this series in a certain way” mindset as apart from leading into general bad traits fandom culture has-toxicity and gatekeeping-I feel this is just another reason why some people get easily scared off by getting into certain things.

To further elaborate I wanna first say there’s nothing particularly wrong with advising a set order of things to consume in a series under the context of either:

<someone asked to begin with what order to watch/read/play something <a series has multiple sequels that are connected in some capacity so advising the correct order because sometimes it’s not the “chronological” that’s the correct way

Those cases you are making sure the person gets into a series by following the story the way it’s intended, that’s fine, I’m more so talking about how a handful of certain fandoms are centered a series with multiple canons and they don’t really overlap yet fans try to act authority over how you should consume the media when at that point it’s just a matter of “which series looks the most interesting too you”.

I’ve seen this behavior pop up a bit in getter fandom and while it’s not anything toxic-thankfully-I really don’t agree to the notion of you need to read all of the mangas JUST to understand the Animes when they’re ALL in their own canon. But this post isn’t actually about Getter because the general atmosphere I’ve seen in my own circle is “we really don’t care where you start as long as you’ve seen Getter” which I appreciate and can’t really get too upset over the series discourse, I’m more so noticing this happening in a different older anime fandom I was kinda apart of being Soul Eater.

Now I’ve only seen this said by two people so I’m not gonna claim this is a general thing by the fandom-fuck knows how many soul eater fans there are anymore even if it’s more recognizable than getter-however I get the vibe this is something fans when newbies get into the series advise: To not get super into SE as it be unnecessary, for those who don’t know it’s one of those animes that was unfortunately cursed with “starting off a solid adaption for the first half but by the second half it completely diverted from the manga and the anime content is not only different but inferior from its source” which from what I seen, had a lot of old SE fans advise newer fans to watch the anime up to a certain point aka right where it changes from the manga and than going to read the manga with the stuff the anime didn’t adapt, and than after you finish the manga you can go back to watch the anime if you so choose.

I really, really, REALLY do not like this approach and despite what I said early about “different iterations” this one even worse given the context SE doesn’t have that many canons outside of these and a spin off series.

Literally this entire process could be avoided if someone just said “don’t watch the anime because it’s not a good adaption, read the manga” because even if that sounds gatekeepy it’s at least not a unnecessary back and forth process with the anime being CLEARLY redundant. Sure, SE like 100+ or so chapters but even if watching the anime adapt the first half is faster than reading it, it just makes things needlessly complicated to newer fans.

It’s also not the end of the world if someone watches the show and never reads the manga because guess what? We all like stuff that is FUNDAMENTALLY flawed. People are too worried about their media being perfect when no series is and there’s nothing wrong with liking something that’s a bit messy because people still keep up with series that are hella fucking messy. If they complain about the anime sucking but refuse to read the manga that’s on them, not your issue because they knew what they were getting themselves into if someone was warning them. We also just gotta deal with people not giving stuff we like a second chance after the first time because needlessly shoving a “order” in their face isn’t gonna make them feel inclined to check it out again.

My only advice I can give from this long messy rant of a post that went too far on tangent about something I don’t even know is said by many fans-and if anyone finds this and is active in the SE circles please feel free to correct me-is NEVER advise someone a order of getting into a thing unless there IS canons that do connect with each other by being direct follow ups. Don't get mad at someone for getting into a series from the most confusing or hated iteration, because if they are actually interested they'll want to consume more of it even if they have a weak first impression.

Never force anything onto ANYONE and just welcome new fans with open arms, thats a way to make a safe space even in some of the worst fandoms.

#meg text #im not tagging the two series I mentioned here lol #I would’ve mentioned more like TF or Gundam but I haven’t experienced enough of them only been more of a outsider #I would’ve mentioned mega man but I try to distance myself from fandom talk (also that be more bias then me slightly mentioning getter lol) #I do stand by tho you don’t need to play every classic or x game to get zero/zx/legends though #or that you need to play all of battle network to get starforce bc the latter hardly references the former #but if anyone has any other fandom shit like this they can relate too feel free to share because I’m worried if I was too mean 💀 #(if my assumption about soul eater was hella off I’m sorry but I got the vibes hard)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hiiii I wanted to ask you amh, why don't you write headcanons anymore? :00

It’s a combination of not having enough time and energy/motivation for it. I have to prioritize taking care of myself and also tend to real life obligations.

(I’ll go into more detail, but it’s sort of dull and somewhat personal so I’ll slap it under the cut!)

After 2 to 2.5ish straight years of posting almost every day, it kind of wore me and my spirit down 💦 This is especially true of headcanons, as they often involve multiple characters (as opposed to imagines, which mainly involved 1 or 2 characters as the centerpiece and the rest as brief supporting roles) and taking the time to think long and hard about their unique perspectives and reactions to sometimes highly detailed situations. The format of headcanons themselves also just does not align with what I like to do the most; it usually doesn’t allow for extended dialogue or fun canon character interactions (most headcanon requests involve self inserts, meaning more reader-canon character interactions than canon-canon interactions).

Each of the characters is unique, and I want that to be reflected in my works. I’m of the mindset that my writing should be such that you can’t swap out a character’s name for another’s without it losing meaning. A character should be able to act and speak in a distinctive manner; they cannot be easily replaced with another person. A large part of this, of course, also stems from my own perfectionism working against me… so it feels like the stress is really coming from all kinds of places 🥲

Something I realized after taking writing requests for so long is that I wasn’t able to write what I personally wanted to. There was an unspoken pressure to constantly put out new content, as well as communication I received that left me feeling immensely uncomfortable. As a mild example, I often received requests that disregarded my rules and/or involved subject matters which I found to be invasive or icky, things which I explicitly stated to NOT bring up to me; it was clear that some (some, NOT all) people cared more about getting free content over respecting an individual’s boundaries, and didn't even spare a few minutes to do me the courtesy of reading my rules and staying within my comfort zone. Sometimes I just got the impression that writers or content creators in general were just not being respected. I didn’t want those frequent enough bad experiences to seep into and taint a hobby that I love so much, so… I had to limit the frequency of writing requests for my own good.

The TWST fandom is just the kind that is eager and hungry for fan content (especially considering the relatively slow output of canon content in the actual JP game). Unfortunately, that has the side effect of killing the joy of creative writing for me 😔 The demand was so high I couldn’t keep up with my supply and I burnt out hard. Think of a star—it burns so brightly in the night sky, and one day it will just have nothing left to give and just… go out.

I decided to drastically scale back my writing requests (the majority of which were headcanons) and to mainly focus on writing what I find interesting and what makes me happy. Talking about lore, theories, and putting out only a few (2-5) imagines every month has been very chill. I think I’m in a much happier and less stressed place now! ^^

I do want to get back into writing headcanons and doing writing requests in general, but only when I personally feel like it and most likely on a smaller scale/at my own comfortable pace. Creative writing is a cherished hobby of mine, and the instant it starts feeling like an obligation then… well, it’s no longer a hobby and it wouldn’t be very fun for me anymore. “Having fun” was the whole reason I first started this blog, so I want to stray true to those roots.

#question #notes from the writing raven

[whatsyourcolor]

I am ranting about PPP(read Kougami)again in your DMs after I vowed I wouldn’t 😭I really do have some strong feelings about PPP(read Kougami).So about the Tonami incident :

1.I had a feeling from the get go Kougami is going to agree with what this guy has to say or prove.Maybe not so much as his methods but his ideologies.Sure enough the scene played out just as expected.What he basically said is “Humanity trash.Society is not worth fighting over.💣🔫🧨I agree with everything he said.Sike.But I am going to humour because you want to do the right thing”🕺💅I was so flabbergasted I literally couldn’t believe it.Making atrocious judgement calls are very on brand for him but I fail to see how people can say something sets him apart from Makishima/Garcia/Tonami.Nothing does.This is what Kougami will essentially turn into.Making any and every excuses to justify his own twisted and self righteous pursuit of justice.This gets even worse because the director confirmed Tonami wasn’t going to kill Akane.He’s touched by her sense of justice and would much rather see her disillusioned.Kougami had excellent opportunities to take Tonami out without killing him too.Let’s call it what it is, a choice.It’s not like his hands slipped or he went insane because Akane was in danger.He’s calm and detatched throughout the whole ordeal.

2.I would love to point out how he’s not being constantly mischaracterised.He also killed Garcia in the end in SS case 3.He’s consistent if anything.Him killing Tonami has nothing to do with Akane just like killing Garcia had nothing to do with Tenzing.It has everything to do with himself.As long as he gets his own version of justice he’d be content to a certain degree.That IS the person he is in essence.I think people can’t come to terms with him being the way he is because we still have a long way to go in terms of accepting the fact our protagonist can be a morally bankrupt killer.

3.I think even Kougami super fans will accept in terms of charecter development Akane has left him in the dust a long time ago.It’s okay to take the initiative and fail.But In Kougami’s case I suspect that’s who he is (while the audience hasn’t caught on yet).Shipping feels reductive at this point because one is obviously doing things the correct way and the other isn’t and never will.

4.While Akane does have a lot of faith and trust in him I doubt he’s aware of his own impact on Akane.Even going forward I don’t see how he views that.We all know his promise to himself was empty and he couldn’t manage to set her free(something I don’t resent him for,way above his pay grade)But I doubt it’s going to matter in meaningful ways.Also I suspect Akane has moved on from him.

That’s pretty much my take on this subject matter.I just think canon and fanon interpretation of Kougami might be a lot different than people realise.Keeping an open mind might be the best approach when interpreting his charecter.🤷‍♀️

Ugh, I adore Kogami, but I was nodding all the way through while I read this. Him coming to the same conclusion over and over again and then licking his own wounds is getting boring. It's true he killed Garcia (when he didn't have to) and it's true he could've not shot Tonami. He could've struggled a little there, maybe even show a little bit of faith in Akane's beliefs, maybe even argue from his own side. This is Psycho-Pass, people have debates before fighting to the death all the time.

It's true that Akane now seems too good for him. She's willing to sacrifice herself for the benefit of a whole society, to show the truth and to pressure the system. Kogami has not sacrificed anything. He really hasn't. Maybe in Case 3, I'll suspend my disbelief and say that he killed Garcia because he was a threat to peace, but the fact that killing is always his go to response shows he has regressed more than progressed. For example, how long did he plan and debated with himself about killing Makishima? Now he doesn't even debate with himself anymore. He's pissed; he kills.

You saying Akane has moved on from him... ouch, that hurts. I wish we had more of them together in S3 to piece together a little bit more of their relationship. It's been a hard relationship for those two. Mainly because one of them cares more than the other. I think Kogami cares about Akane, but he obviously knows she's too good for him to even attempt to be open with her. He remains distant. It would be nice to see something else in his face than expressionless clinical rationality...or anger. I was kinda happy that he suffered a little when reading her letter. Maybe that is the only thing that's going to make his numb, disconnected ass actually get up and do something for someone else.

I just want to see Kogami care for something! I don't think we are asking for much. I also want to see him suffer (LOL) and struggle. Just some type of growth.

Thanks for sharing your opinion!

#psycho-pass #akane tsunemori #kogami shinya #psycho pass #sinners of the system #shinkane #psycho-pass 3 #psycho pass providence #tsunemori akane #first inspector

[solitalien]

Taking Time 🔞

Trigger Warning: Subject of Abuse

Just want to say that you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to. It’s not the best writing and it’s just me being sad about the situation, and supporting Shelby.

I wanted to come up here to say that I think a great way to support Shelby is going over to and subscribing to her Channel. She’s almost near a million subscribers and she deserves to reach it. She’s cozy, inspiring and amazing.

So yeah, go and check her out. She’s awesome :)

GO SUBSCRIBE!!!

I'm not going to lie, I'm still upset about everything, and although I said I wouldn't talk about it anymore sometimes it just helps to talk.

Shelby is such a beautiful person inside and out and I just can't image someone would just take advantage of it just for their own pleasure.

How fucking dare, you.

I just want people to really understand that I 110%, do not support Wilbur. I and I feel, so many other people betrayed at the fact that someone who showed us a good example of a decent human being, turn out to be the perfect example of a person in disguised.

I can't describe the heart break I feel from this because I won't lie, and this is my opinion. I used to love him, and I hope that he becomes a better person.

I’m not trying to make excuses for him. I’m just hoping for the best.

And I only say this because I'm an empathic person. I hope he becomes a better person, only because I hope he learns. Honestly I just can’t. But although I hope for that, I don't want to be there, because he’s not worthy of my time. He hurt me too much for that.

Fuck you Wilbur Soot for not only hurting Shelby, but millions of adoring fans who blessed you with their kindness. You're truly unworthy.

For the first time in a long while I watched Shelby, and the whole time I was watching her newest video, I was smiling. It was the first episode of the SOS series, and it was just so soft and cozy. She has such a beautiful soul, and I can't wait to get to know her more because she's so inspiring. I truly cannot image the strength it must have taken to speak out about the whole thing and although I have not watched the whole VOD about it my heart fully goes out to her.

I used to watch her a bit when I was younger because she would collaborate with other content creators I would watch. I enjoyed the videos she was in and I’m excited to watch more. I’m glad I found her.

Honestly, I think I started to heal from this when I saw Molzysketch’s drawing of Shelby. It honestly made me emotional because of the song choice and how she captured Shelby’s beauty perfectly. It truly solidified everything for me.

I want to end this by saying I’m sorry if none of this made sense. This is all my own opinion, and I’m a former fan who’s hurt by this situation and is trying to move on. I hope anyone else who’s feeling this way is doing okay and finds peace.

I also want to end this by saying that I think a great way to support Shelby is subscribing and liking her videos. She’s nearly near a million subscribers and I think she more than deserves it. So please if you can, please go and subscribe to Shubble she’s amazing.

HER CHANNEL!!!

Support Shubble

Support All Victims

You Are Strong

:)

#shubble #shelby grace #Shubble to A Million!!!

[drewsbuzzcut]

https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/742312288836599808/are-jeremy-and-lyla-doing-anything-for-valentines?source=share

when they both get free time, jeremy and lyla have a little valentines facetime date

“I’ve never had a facetime date before,” Lyla says as soon as the facetime call connects her to Jeremy.

“Glad I’m the first,” Jeremy says, throwing a wink in her direction.

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever. How was practice?” Lyla hides her small smile and blushing cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, you know that? I can look at you all day and never get bored,” Jeremy compliments, changing the subject on accident. He just had to tell her about how beautiful she looks.

“Jeremy,” Lyla whispers, eyes boring into his own. She knows her blush is totally noticeable now.

“I’m serious, Lyla. You’re so effortlessly beautiful. Your laugh, your voice, the way you go about life as if nothing’s ever hurt you before. You’re the most beautiful person I know. It kills me that we can’t spend the day together,” he states with conviction.

“My cheeks are on fire,” she tries to distract him from the fact that she’s about to shed tears. No one has ever said something so sweet to her, and they aren’t even officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Can he get anymore perfect?

“I wish we were together, too. However, I do adore the flowers you sent me. Peonies are my favorite and I don’t how you know that, or if it’s a coincidence, but thank you. You’re the best valentine I’ve ever had,” Lyla finishes her statement with a wobbly voice.

She’s feeling really intense emotions towards Jeremy right now. Even through the phone, his smile makes her heart race and she feels the electricity behind his eyes every time he looks at her like she’s the sun, the moon, the stars.

“A little birdie told me about the peonies,” he cannot tell her that he found out that piece of information through an online interview.

“Anyway, I can’t wait for you to get back home. There’s a date waiting for us,” he continues, waiting for Lyla’s reaction.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Lyla giggles, jetting off into a new topic of conversation while Jeremy listens in contentment.

#lyla x jeremy

[fandom-fae]

so i’ve learned a lot about art history recently because of my Abitur, but due to that i’ve noticed something. “old” artists used to spend not just days, but weeks, months or even years on a single painting. and like sure part of that has to do with the main medium of the time being oil paint, but even then it’s an interesting change. i just saw someone say that they’d never spent more than 12 hours on a single painting and honestly i relate to that, because neither did i probably. but its still so interesting yk?

i feel like the commercialisation of art and social media had an influence on that. because like this is something so many people criticise, but that constant “need” to put out more “content” to not become “irrelevant” has almost definitely driven at least some artists to prioritise speed over something else. maybe they prioritise speed over quality or over enjoyment or maybe something completely different. i don’t know for sure because i can’t read minds lol. but even when its not a matter of priority, that tendency to want to do art faster can still be there, even for people who don’t actually post their work often/at all.

i’ll be using myself as an example here, because i make art and rarely post it these days, but i’ve also noticed this in myself. like i’ll see someone post an amazing work and mention in the tags how long it took them and i’ll compare that to myself and how long something of similar detail would’ve taken me and it’s very interesting. it makes me try to draw faster, even when that makes me enjoy it less and there isn’t even a real reason for it, because like- i wasn’t going to post this anyway yk? like i make art for myself first, and only rarely post it - so why do i care about how long a drawing takes me? why do i rush myself? because of ambition maybe, but more likely its just the want to be “better” even when i KNOW that that is subjective and doesn’t actually matter. especially because rushed work isn’t better work, more like the opposite actually.

art isn’t something that should have to be rushed. both because it can take away the enjoyment but also just in general doesn’t benefit the actual artwork, you know? you shouldn’t feel like you have to force yourself to work faster just to prove your skills or to stay relevant or whatever. you should be able to let yourself work at your own pace and for your own enjoyment. and obviously that’s not possible for everyone, either because they don’t have enough free time to work slow or because they rely on their art for income - but if you’re in a position where you can allow yourself to take the time you need for an artwork; then take that time, allow the artwork to take the time it needs.

your art is still just as good if you took longer to make. your art doesn’t have to be produced quickly, you can allow yourself to rest. allow yourself to be slow and to enjoy the process, because what’s the point of art if we can’t enjoy making it anymore? <3

and even if this whole spiel about speed doesn’t apply to you, then still don’t let the enjoyment of the process of making art come short <333!!!!

#moi #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #traditional art #my writing #kinda #normally i would only use that tag for actual fiction writing but eh yk? i think it fits #writeblr #artblr #writers on tumblr #positivity #kinda- that’s the intention at least. #essay #not like really but its the closest i’ve gotten to writing an essay in my free time about sth that i care about