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rayroseu · 20 days

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I drew this for @chernabogs story Elegy !!! The way they wrote this scene was just so tender and soft, I HAD TO DRAW IT ‼️‼️😭😭🙏🏻💖💖✨✨ it was such a perfect treat considering how the previous chapters was "coarse" with how the story handled Malleus poor coping skills with loss, I love reading and rereading the chapters lol

I wishhh i was eloquent enough to verbalize how much I loved reading it 😩😩😩 The repeated questions of am i ill or that ever repeating quote that love is for the lonely then it gradually changed to its meant to be or or the way in every chapter there is always an element of Malleus wanting to get to know Yuu WAGHHHDJDBIEB JUST THE YEARNING OF IT ALL!!!!

ALSO ALSO ONE THING I NOTICED.... all the chapter names relates to a lament for the dead, and i just think thats such a devastatingly beautiful detail to add considering that even until the ending Malleus will still lose Yuu from death and he'll be alone just like how he always fears JUTSGUEGKFGDKBCHFKN i know it ended on a happy note but the chapter titles makes me think of that quote where "there WAS love but it didnt change anything" or smth😭😭😭

also love how "Malleus in a crisis" was written as well,,, malleus was so on character omfggg I swear Ames' characterization of this guy makes me feel like Yana Toboso is ghostwriting with them/lh ☠️☠️ LIKE HELLOOO the way the story sways erratically between Malleus accepting Yuu made an impact of his life and Malleus wanting to go back to being alone where he didnt know anything at all and wasn't quite in distress about having relationships, thats soooooo GOOD 😭😭💐💖💖💖 granted i cried from it though aihskwbks

Dont even get me started on the buildup????!!! and conflict that was all resolved in the final chapter was AUGHHH THATS BEAUTIFUL IM SO GLAD I CAN READ 😭😭✨✨✨ And and the realization that Malleus fears is not death but them?? Beautiful!!!!! 😭🙏🏻✨✨💖💖 Cuz really its true throughout the whole story he was more stressed that he's so attached now XD AND AND I LOVE HOW ALL THE MESSAGES(?) FROM PREVIOUS CHAPTERS MAKES A CALLBACK TO THE FINAL CLIMAX LIKEEE "He can be bold. He can be brave. He can say this.“I was not ill that night, nor are you at fault for that. I was… I am afraid." PEAK LITERATURE!!!!!!! I LOVE FORESHADOWS AND REPEATING THEMES, MAKES ME GO YELL ABOUT IT ALL 😭😭😭💖💖💖💚💚 I love the kobold on the last part as well lol he is a promoted therapist now 😭✨✨✨

also going back to the way the chapter titles are meant to be lamenting for the dead, "A new memory for each day he outlives you. He can capture those memories, store them in a glass ball so that he may watch them whenever he pleases. You will never truly be gone if you can both make it work." HELPPP THE RESOLUTION,..... AUUGHH IT MAKES ME CRY AIHWLDHOSHSK 😭😭😭💖💚💚

anyways my favorite part always ehehe grim fishing with lilia✨✨✨🥺🥺 and malleus having the naive expectation that first kiss is magical and wanting to test it out again skgixgsk😂

I love the part where Meleanor would raise an objection the moment its a human hes been contemplating about, this story just made me think.... LMAO MALLEUS IF MELEANOR SAW YOU LIKE THIS,,,, XD i feel like she'll tell you that if you fear living alone, just go out first and damned the other person about it instead JSKHDKDHHK i think it was really tragic how Lilia seemed to be set on dying for Meleanor only for the tables to turn ☠️

yes i did reference that acheswan dance from honkai star rail on lilinor part lol

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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could you do a platonic clarisse & enby!child of thanatos!reader where they are THE feared capture the flag duo? Like, known throughout the camp as the duo that can and will fuck you up if you get in their way.

Thanks! ♡

⋆⭒˚.⋆ platonic! clarisse la rue x child of thanatos! reader hcs

content: platonic! clarrise la rue x child of thanatos! reader hcs warning: language, mentions of blood and battle and whatnot author's note: this was another one that scared the shit out of me to tackle. i'm over here biting my nails with stress because i do not want to inaccurately portray something but i also don't want to be a pussy and deny the request??? you know??? idk i be stressin about the dumbest stuff but like...everyone deserves to be represented i just dunno if that's my place, ya know???? as a straight, mixed but white passing, cis girl, my voice doesn't need to be heard anymore in conversations like this. which is why this one is so short, i'm so sorry but i just...feel bad, ya know??? agh i'll stop talking now.

dynamic duo??? more like destructive duo

so kickass together that after a few brutal games of capture the flag, mr. d and chiron made the excutive decision that the ares and thanatos were no longer allowed to team up together

but before that, these two wreaked havoc on anyone who stood between them and that damn flag.

they didn't even waste time trying to come up with any other strategy than 'rip them to shreds'

big time enemies within the apollo cabin were as they were quite literally overflowing the infirmary.

will cried when mr. d and chiron announced that cabins were being broken up

tears of joy, rest assured

even the new campers knew to steer clear of the two, even if they were just casually walking around camp

they just had an ominous vibe to them that scream 'i could kill you and not think twice about it.'

it also didn't help that the veteran campers physical steered them away too.

"who are those two? they look-"

"don't make eye contact!! it's like youre looking for a reason to get your butt kicked. those two...they're the most badass fighters you'll ever meet. but also the meanest of the mean. keep your head hung and your eyes on the ground if you'd like to see tomorrow."

what they don't know, though, is that you and clarrise get along just like any other pair of teens.

you've got your inside jokes and your trading of clothes and weapons

you know, like normal teens.

just two big bloodthirsty teddy bears fr

author's note cont. : so so sorry, but i also just needed to rip the band aid off and get this one done. i hope you kinda liked it, at least. though i would totally understand if you didnt!!

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #clarrise la rue

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Hi! I got a Pomni x reader prompt:

Imagine if the reader and Pomni both have crushes on each other (something that everyone else in the circus is aware of and doesn’t stop teasing Pomni cause of it) and at some point, the reader gives Pomni a quick kiss on the cheek spontaneously leaving Pomni in an incredibly stunned silence and the reader instantly embarrassed. The two avoiding each other out of fear of possible rejection and losing their friendship with it only taking everyone forcing them together for Pomni to actually saying the words to ask the reader out but they get there

Pomni x reader where theyre both losers!!! in love!!!

no clue what i wanted to name this one so uh uh uh uh !!! last request of this batch, gonna stretch my legs real quick then get right back to writing!! making pretty steady work of the remaining requests, me thinks

the gif above is more or less the face pomni makes when you kiss her on the cheek before running off... except her face is all pink, from blushing... and its not exactly a face of dread or anxiety, rather one of pure shock

i mean she had been crushing on you for how long exactly? it was hard to tell time in the digital world but it had been quite some time... oh jeez was she that obvious about it..? the though that you returned her feelings doesnt even cross her mind for a while, until later that night when ragatha found her still standing in the hallway with that look

ragatha, god bless her heart, manages to snap pomni back to reality and gets her to speak... she has this... look on her face when pomni says that you kissed her cheek

a "about time" look

"so are you two finally together?" or something in that vein, i dont think ragatha would word it like that but! you know?

meanwhile youre in your room cursing yourself for your actions

words gets out about what happened; mostly because jax entered the conversation between ragatha and pomni

and of course, jax told everyone about what happened

that everyone included caine

oh, you two were really in for it now, because caine decides to play match maker!

you guys ever seen the owl house, that one episode in season 2 where hooty makes a tunnel of love to try to get luz to confess her feelings to amity? thats basically what caine does; makes something thats really really lovey dovey and cute under the guise of it being for an in house adventure

except caine is not subtle about it, probably congratulates you for finally spilling your heart out to pomni

except... you didnt...

but hey at least the IHA forces you two to pair up

alone

in a tunnel, while cheesy romance music plays... so.. maybe in another heat of the moment thing, you both spill your guts to each other at the same time

pause

wait

huh

wow you guys have a crush on each other? who would have guessed!

^jax, probably

bonus if the tunnel of love thing has a camera and it takes a few pictures but instead of you two kissing n stuff its just both of you beat red, hands lightly raised as you guys take turn talking lightning fast to try to salvage the friendship out of that whole... fear of rejection thing... only for the shock on both of yalls faces to be captured as you confirm to one another that the feelings are mutual

caine feels... particularly proud of himself after this

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #pomni x reader #pomni x you #pomni imagine

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raynavan · 28 days

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heavy spoilers for chapter 23 of Always by your side by @ingo-ingoing-ingone!! this chapter was so fantastic i. didnt have words for it. ended up doing 6 (nearly 7) drawings for it instead. i think this is my record- it took me roughly 7 hours. a fair warning! this is both art and a comment to the fic in one. so its rather long!

ok i had an Unreasonable amount of fun doing the background on this one. ended up looking up a lot of the celestial bodies mentioned in the fic, man are they cool! it was implied that Emmet didn't really have a body so! stars instead. the colors were fun- i dont often let myself just. color like this haha! this one was... reall amazing. a fantastic opener! i immediately latched onto the visuals and painted a picture in my mind. it was just so... astronomical?

i actually struggled with how i was going to position these two for a while. at first it was just them coloring in a clearing- then i made them watching pokemon, and then. this! idk- there just something sweet in how Ingo turns around to look at Emmet and... lighting was funky for this one- how a forest shades the things beneath it will always hold a special place in my heart. these two interacting is always so wonderful to read. the gentle ribbing and teasing and... just them chilling and talking was so nice. the fact that it was dragons was even better! dragons are the best. i felt a very sweet and gentle moment needed an equally sweet and gentle drawing. if i could, i might have gone for line less on Ingo and Emmet here as well.

right- this was the last one i did. i think its the only one that i didn't get specifically from what was written. i just... wanted to give Emmet cuddles alright? /lh i had another sketch exploring exactly what Emmet might look, but i think ill revisit that when i... haven't been drawing for 7 hours straight hgfireohgope. the one in this is more simplified. the horror of having your face show one emotion- not even the one your most known for... your voice is toneless and the only was you can show even a fraction of what you feel is by copying what you (supposedly) dead brother used to do. there is a quiet horror in that- and yet Emmet still goes on. he cant feel texture and yet... he deserves many nice things.

this one!!! was originally going to be an Entire piece with a more "realistic" drawing of Ingo sitting behind a fire just like this. when i sketched this out (in the middle of reading it) that was the plan. Jedi saved me by making Emmet draw it like this. you saved me probably an hour ghirepoghpeirh. i... still might draw it how i wanted at some point. also the lighting was added last minute! i thought it would look... more messy with the light of the fire shining on it. i think it looks nice. the scene was sweet and, like Emmet mentioned he did, i put emphasis (or uh... thicker more defined lines) around peoples faces to better define their happiness. it made me happy to read them being happy and then draw them being happy <3

them!!!!!! i do not think it is a secret at All how much i love this au. i was More than happy to draw them again. and!!! being happy!!! perfect. i remembered this was a dream, and decided to blur the background quite a bit of this one- lopsided like its not really being thought about. adored this one. them!! teasing each other!! just!! going through a day!! perfect. amazing. it was really fun the way the small details of their routine was captured. from Ingo just. turning to goop so he doesn't have to pick up his clothes to Emmet just. accepting everything that happened from the mental connection to the shared feelings.

DRAMATIC FORESHORTENING!!!! i almost wanted to play it up More but then i might lose Ingo's expression. the background for this was fun to do- emphasis! strong colors!! looks like something broke. like something was torn away. this whole bit is just. exactly what Emmet fears and its just. ough. Ingo would never do this- we know this, Emmet knows this two- he knows how ridiculous Ingo was being here. and then the climax with Emmet just... falling off... amazing. Ingo's horrified expression is what caught my attention here, though i had a few more ideas depicting Ingo leaning over Emmet. i figured a dramatic drawing here would fit.

so! there ya go. i had. so much fun doing this and! thank you so much for writing this and sharing with us Jedi. if you keep this up, ill just have to keep making more drawings!! i don't think words are enough- not even sure if these can properly express how i felt reading it all (i actual had to get up and pace around bc i got so excited) but! i think that your art inspired my own art is a very beautiful thing.

lets all keep making art with one another forever.

#submas #submas au #ray's art #ingo #emmet #ray rambles #man.#sometimes #you encounter something that strikes you hard enough to let you work for 7 hours straight #and its freaking amazing #ah- apologizes for any misspellings #i am rather tired haha- im not checking as thoroughly as usual #thak you jedi <3

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snowmist-hashira · 11 months

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Hello! You might know me though XD I hope you're having a good day/evening! <33

I've been seeing a couple of gorgeous fics about Muichiro x Tsuguko! Reader, so I was thinking of trying Muichiro x Ordinary Civilian! Reader this time hehe. It's up to you how you're gonna write this, so there's this young lady that Muichiro saves from a demon when she got lost in the woods and eventually she conveyed how much she finds him cute. Muichiro has never experienced this sort of thing, so he didnt mind when she asked if they can exchange letters. Their pacing in conversation was normal, except Muichiro wasn't the type to write too long and was straight to the point. Despite that he never fails to respond to her letters, there was a sense of wanting more like she wished he had been a little more dedicated to writing longer sentences but she realized she can't ask him that. Until one day, he stopped writing back and it took 2 weeks to hear from him again. She got really worried, and was scared that something bad might have happened to him and when she did hear from him again, he actually went to visit her house which surprised her. Eventually, she was teary eyed and a bit upset and scolded him that he should've responded to her instead of making her worry like that. Muichiro understood so he genuinely apologized. She notices how Muichiro seemed different from the first time they've met. It turns out, he's got his memories back and he's sorted out many things including his feelings for her. He admitted that when he saved her, he thought she was actually beautiful and she reminded him of the golden gingko tree. Muichiro never understood his feelings before and was new to this, but he didnt want to stop writing to her. As she was shocked at this and was trying her best to digest everything he said, he said he wanted this time to be near to her and keep her close. He wanted to see her everyday, so he asks if she could live with him. (I think the most suitable key phrases would be: "I fell in love with you.", "I regret my inconsistencies.", "I feel you even though we are apart.") Omg idk if this was too much, I wanted to provide specific details with the best I can 😭😭 I'm quite excited how this'll turn out, you're really such a wonderful writer 🥺🥺 I'll also lookout for your other chapter updates waahh sending you support and love 💜💜

[Chapter title: Unveiled in Letters]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:[KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list:♠ Information ♠ Word count: 2,276

Artist link: https://twitter.com/oekaki_eririn

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠ I have just returned from my trip, and I feel like I may have rushed this particular piece. I'm not sure if I was able to capture all the specific details accurately, so please forgive me if I missed anything. I hope that it still meets your expectations, and I appreciate your patience. Here is the result!

It happened in an instant, catching Y/n off guard. With the intention of taking a leisurely walk in the nearby forest for a change of scenery, she found herself losing her way amidst the dimly lit woods. As Y/n stumbled through the darkened woods, her heart pounding, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a sinister figure lurking among the trees. It was a demon, the tales of these flesh-devouring creatures, once dismissed as mere stories, suddenly felt all too real.

Frozen in terror, Y/n desperately searched for a way to escape, but her mind was clouded with panic. Her eyes fell upon the gruesome scene of blood and felt the unmistakable aura of hostility, a chill ran down Y/n's spine, intensifying her fear. The menacing creature advanced towards her with a palpable sense of malice, leaving her paralyzed with terror. She tried to scream, but her voice failed her, suffocated by the overwhelming fear.

With her eyes tightly shut, Y/n braced herself for the inevitable, prepared to face the demon's claws tearing into her flesh. But to her surprise, no pain or injury befell her.

As Y/n opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, she was met with a sight that defied all expectations. The demon that had approached her, brimming with malice and hostility, had disintegrated into a pile of ashes. In its place stood a young boy with striking black hair that faded into a vibrant mint color at the tips.

The boy's presence exuded an otherworldly aura, and the blade he held in his hand emitted a soft, ethereal glow that illuminated the dimly lit forest.

As Y/n gazed into the boy's eyes, a sense of calm washed over her, transcending the initial shock of the encounter. His mint-colored orbs meeting her golden ones, though devoid of life, held a certain depth and grace that captivated her as if resonating with tranquility and understanding.

Without looking back, the man continued walking, his gaze fixed ahead. However, Y/n couldn't resist the urge to call out to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She clenched the fabric tightly, summoning the courage to speak.

"Um!" Her voice trembled, causing the man to pause in his tracks, his body turning slightly towards her as if awaiting her words. "T-Thank you," she managed to utter, her gratitude ringing through the quiet forest.

With a small nod of acknowledgement, the man seemed ready to resume his departure. Sensing the moment slipping away, Y/n mustered up the courage to speak, hoping to extend their brief encounter.

"C-Can I... know your name?" Her voice wavered, the question hanging in the air. The boy, seemingly in his mid-teens, regarded her with an unreadable expression. His gaze shifted downward briefly before he answered.

"Muichiro Tokito," he replied, the words carrying a hint of detachment.

Muichiro Tokito. The name hung in the air as Y/n absorbed the sound of it. She repeated it softly to herself, committing it to memory. There was something about the name that felt significant, as if it held a hidden story waiting to be unveiled.

Desperate to keep a connection with Muichiro, Y/n summoned her courage and boldly made a request. "I-Is it okay if we exchange letters?" The words tumbled out, tinged with a mix of anxiety and hope. She knew it was an unconventional proposition, but there was something about him that captivated her, and she yearned to learn more about his enigmatic nature.

Muichiro blinked in surprise at her peculiar request, she was fully expecting to be declined. However, after a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, accepting her proposal. Y/n's eyes sparkled with delight, her golden orbs reflecting a bright smile as she expressed her gratitude for his acceptance.

And so, their exchange of letters began. While she poured her heart out, sharing her thoughts, emotions, and daily experiences in great detail, Muichiro's responses were brief and concise. His letters consisted of a few sentences, sometimes just a single paragraph, and he often used only one sheet of paper, leaving the rest blank.

Y/n couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in their letter exchanges. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. She longed for more expressive strokes, longer sentences that would provide a deeper glimpse into Muichiro's world. She yearned to understand him better, to unravel the layers of his personality, and to forge a stronger bond through their letters. Deep down, she wished that he would dedicate more effort to writing longer sentences in his responses.

Nevertheless, Muichiro never failed to reply to Y/n's letters each time, and she still cherished and appreciated his responses, even if they lacked in length and words. The fact that he took the time to acknowledge her and maintain their correspondence meant a great deal to her.

His consistent replies became a source of comfort for Y/n. Even if his letters didn't contain extensive details or expressive strokes, she knew that Muichiro valued their correspondence and respected her desire to get to know him better. It was a silent affirmation that he was willing to invest in their exchange, albeit in his own unique way.

Y/n's appreciation for Muichiro's responses grew as she began to realize that perhaps his brevity and simplicity held their own kind of beauty. His concise words held meaning, and she started to notice the subtle nuances in his choice of phrases. It was as if he had mastered the art of saying more with less, leaving room for interpretation and deeper reflection.

As time passed and Muichiro's replies ceased, Y/n's worry intensified. What was once a steady flow of letters turned into a silent void. Her worry escalated with each passing day as the pile of unanswered letters grew taller, resembling a small mountain of her unanswered thoughts and emotions. The absence of Muichiro's replies left her feeling unsettled and anxious. What could have happened? Why had he suddenly stopped responding?

She replayed their previous exchanges in her mind, searching for any signs or clues that might explain the sudden silence. Had she said something wrong? Did she unknowingly cross a boundary? Doubt and self-blame crept into her thoughts, adding to her growing distress.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/n's worry transformed into a constant state of sickness. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, fearing the worst. It was as if a deep void had formed within her, longing for the connection she had cherished so deeply.

Muichiro did showed up at her house after two weeks of silence, he stood before her, smiling and seemingly unharmed, Y/n's initial surprise quickly transformed into a mixture of anger and hurt. The floodgates of her emotions opened, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Without thinking, she lightly smacked his chest, her hand connecting with a mixture of frustration and sorrow.

"Why?" Y/n's voice quivered with anger as she scolded him, her voice laced with disappointment. "Why did you disappear without a word? I've been worried sick, drowning in a sea of unanswered letters!"

Her words came out in a rush, her emotions overwhelming her. The mountain of unanswered letters, the sleepless nights filled with worry, and the longing for a connection that had been abruptly severed all converged into a whirlwind of anger and hurt.

Muichiro's smile faded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of remorse and understanding. He reached out to gently touch Y/n's cheek; his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to cause you distress or make you feel abandoned. I should have communicated with you beforehand."

Y/n's anger wavered as she saw the sincerity in Muichiro's eyes. The tears in her eyes blurred her vision as she tried to reconcile her emotions. She lifted her gaze to meet his, her tear-filled golden orbs widening with realization.

The once lifeless mint-colored orbs he possessed now seemed to shimmer with a newfound gentleness. There was a noticeable change in him, something that Y/n couldn't quite put her finger on. A glimmer of gentleness that hadn't been there before. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that she hadn't witnessed until now.

Muichiro's transformation filled Y/n with a mix of hope and curiosity. She wondered what had prompted this change, what battles he had fought within himself to reach this point. But above all, she was grateful for this newfound glimpse into his true self.

Muichiro noticed her awestruck gaze, and a small smile curved on his lips, as if he could read her thoughts. "I regained my memories," he said, referring to his previous amnesia. While Y/n had never minded his condition, seeing him more expressive in his facial features made her heart flutter.

The admiration for his cuteness and charm deepened further after that. Y/n listened intently to his explanations, including his newfound clarity about his own emotions.

"I was able to sort out a lot of things," he continued. "Including my feelings for you."

"… ‘Feelings for me’?" Y/n repeated, her heart skipping a beat at Muichiro's words., her voice laced with uncertainty, trying to comprehend the significance of his words.

His admission that he had sorted out his feelings, specifically his feelings for her, sent a wave of surprise through her.

Muichiro's eyes met hers, his gaze steady and sincere. "Yes, Y/n. I've come to realize that my feelings for you run deeper than friendship. The more I got to know you through our letters, the more I realized how much you mean to me.”

"I don't fully understand these feelings, but I do know that I want to get to know you better," he confessed. It began to make sense to Y/n, realizing that despite the brevity of his letters, he had always made the effort to keep the correspondence going.

He continued, his voice sincere, "You're beautiful. Your eyes hold a sense of longevity, reminiscent of the color of a gingko tree." It was a unique and poetic comparison that resonated deeply within her. His ability to see beauty in the small details of the world around him only deepened her admiration for him. A visible blush tinted Y/n's cheeks as Muichiro praised her.

Y/n's mind raced, trying to process the unexpected confession. She had admired his charm and cuteness from the beginning, but she hadn't dared to hope that he felt the same way about her. Her lips parted in astonishment, struggling to find the right words.

“I’m sorry for being inconsistent with my letters.” Y/n's heart fluttered as Muichiro's hand gently cupped her cheek, his touch radiating warmth and tenderness. The softness in his gaze mirrored the gentleness of his touch, deepening the swirl of emotions within her. It was a moment of vulnerability and sincerity that left her speechless, unable to find the right words to express the depth of her feelings.

"I apologize for my sudden disappearance, but now I want you to be with me.” Muichiro's caress on her cheek, his thumb gently gliding across her skin, sent shivers down Y/n's spine. His touch conveyed a depth of emotion and a sense of protectiveness that was difficult to put into words. Y/n's heart raced with confusion at his words.

Y/n's voice trembled as she asked, "W-What do you mean?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as Muichiro's smile filled her with warmth and anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment when her bangs got in the way of their contact, but the soft kiss on her forehead still sent a wave of affection through her. "I want you to be by my side," he repeated, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to see you every day."

"I can protect you from demons, and I can provide for the both of us," Muichiro expressed, his words filled with confidence. "Will you stay with me?"

His words carried a sense of unwavering determination and a promise to be there for her, no matter what challenges they may face.

Overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions, Y/n found herself at a loss for words. Her heart thumped in her chest; her cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red. The warmth radiating from Muichiro's actions and words seemed to melt her into a puddle of blissful contentment.

Y/n's nod was a silent affirmation of her acceptance, and she found solace in resting her head on Muichiro's chest. her heart filled with a mix of emotions: love, excitement, and a sense of security. She leaned her head onto Muichiro's chest, finding solace in the steady beat of his heart. It was a gesture of trust and vulnerability, allowing herself to be close to him and feel the warmth of his presence.

Muichiro's soft smile deepened as he gazed down at her, his eyes reflecting tenderness and affection. With gentle care, he parted her bangs, ensuring that their connection remained uninterrupted. Y/n's breath hitched as his lips met her forehead in a tender kiss, a gesture that conveyed a promise of love, protection, and devotion.

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lunar-lair · 1 year

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i think too hard abt leo being at the center of their little flame in the movie and i go INSANE

mikey may be the heart, raph may be the eldest brother and the protector, and donnie may be the smart one, but leo is the leader.

hes the one who knows them best. hes the one who hypes up the team. hes the one who makes the first move. hes the one who does the background tuning when he isnt leader, and hes the one who puts things together.

he doesnt work alone. hes only a leader because he has a team to lead, only the strategist because he has members to make it work, only the face man because he has a team to back him. and hes not the eldest, not the one they all look up to. not the heart, not kind. not knowledgeable on as much as donnie, not as “useful”.

but what he didnt seem to notice, for so very, very long, leader or not, is that hes their core.

his flame is small, but bright. such a seemingly simple place and simple role and simple existence, but hes the start of everything. the one who said, why dont we not go after a killer? and they met the foot. the one who understood big mama wasnt to be trusted.

and its small. he says, im just the face guy. just the leader. just the background strategist and the jokester and idiot fool who almost ruined everything. but he would do anything for them. he understands them best. hes the one the kraang feared most, the only one capable of pulling it into that portal, the one who lead the resistance and the man who raised the boy who won it all.

like i just..i dont exactly know how to get it across but. he really is their core. he isnt the heart, the brain, the muscle.

hes the soul.

the driving force behind it all. the one who pulls them along, the one who understands, the one who knows.

leo…hes the soul. and what he doesnt seem to realize is that they would fall completely apart without him.

if he wasnt there to run when big mama proved she wasnt to be trusted, theyd still be captured. if he wasnt there to tell them not to go after a serial killer in the first place, common sense and root and ground, they’d most likely be dead, fools that they tend to be. if he wasnt there to brew up this huge plan to get big mama to hand over that collar, they wouldve been toast when the shredder first arrived. and they wouldnt be the same family, the same team, the same people without him.

no ones quite sure hes there at all. the concept of a soul is so transient, so uncertain. but hes there whether he or anyone else knows or not. his smarts and his heart and his care and his unyielding willingness to make sure everyone makes it out alright (of course, except for him).

you may not notice, through his mask and his jokes, through layers and layers of tangible muscle and brain and heart and skin and bone, but hes living there. at the core of it all. a driving force, whether hes seen or not.

#hello welcome to my leo appreciation hours #i love him so much..hes got sooooo many layers to him he means so much 2 me #lunas lies #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #uhh. well everyone else is kinda just mentioned so. eh #rise analysis #oh boy! never thought id get to put my own post in that tag hehe #long post question mark? kind of

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beuhakkaka · 1 year

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🌊The Sirens Song🌊 (PT 4)

(TW for Blood mentions and injury!!)

Venti grumbled in frustration, his tail flicking beneath the waters in correspondence with his emotions.

Who did this puny human think she was? Did she think of herself as higher than him?

How dare she, and how dare she so blatantly ignore him. Him! The gem of the ocean, the terror of the land-!! He was a ferocious legend of the waters, capable of taking down the mightiest of ships and strongest of pirates with a single hand! A puny human like her had no right to ignore him!

What made it even worse was she even openly admitted to blatantly ignoring him as well-!!

If he could have, he would have snatched up that over confident human right then and there, capturing her in his clawed hand and shredding her to bits; he felt he may enjoy that more than just eating her at this point. But, no matter how far he stretched his long arm, he just couldn't reach the little infuriating insect.

He may have been able to reach her if he beached himself; but, he didn't want to pull his whole torso up on the cliff. Knowing that there was definitely no way he could fit his entire chest on the measly rock formation. Nor did he want to be vulnerable, if he beached himself, he would lose all mobility.

So he had to just wait there, chest pressed against a mountain side and chin rested atop that cliff, hoping that his words would convince her to just give up.

"Well, clearly you're not totally ignoring me, because you're still responding..."

He forced a smirk, his sharp teeth shining and his head tilting to the side.

"Anyways. I think its pretty obvious what you should be choosing here...I'm at least offering a quick death, that on the other hand...you'll die within minutes~"

He kept himself cool and collected depsite his frustrations; as long as he stayed calm, she would just spiral farther.

Though, against all odds, sense and reason, the woman responded with a shockingly calm voice.

"I'm not going to die. Not by your hand, or by this wounds doing..."

Venti watched with wide eyes as the woman stepped out from behind the tree.

She trembled as she stood there, Venti guessed that was due to a mixture of fear and pain.

Yet. She didnt back down, even with her leg surely being in agony. That fiery, piercing gaze of hers was something Venti had only seen twice in his long life; and Venti found himself shocked for the first time in centuries.

"I'm leaving."

She spat out, her teeth grit tightly.

Venti recovered quickly at that, tsking. This human had no right to be so stubborn.

But whatever. It didnt bother him, she was gonna die anyways.

His lip pulled up into a snarl.

"You're gonna die! You'll never make it!"

He shouted at her, finally letting his frustrations out.

The tiny human didn't respond. Limping away in silence

Venti growled. There goes his scrumptious little delicacy.

"Dammit..." he muttered to himself.

He had put so much effort into getting this girl, yet he somehow missed again.

Normally, Venti was quite the lazy siren when it came to hunting, this is why he liked to target boats. They were just slowly moving plates to Venti basically, the delicious little humans his favorite spread. So for him, having a hunting escapade go so terribly when he was actually putting effort into it was highly annoying.

But...he wouldn't let it get to him. She was just a snack, it wasn't like he was starving or anything. He'll just find an easier human to devour.

He let go of the cliffs edge, letting his body crash back into the waters.

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Annora wouldnt cry in front of the dastardly creature, no matter how much she wanted to. She wouldn't give him even an inch.

So, as long as she remained in his sight, she was silent. Even as she heard the crash of waters and looked back to see he was gone, she remained quiet.

She hmphed, and continued to move.

About thirty minutes later, and she had made it a little more than half way down the path.

Normally it took her a much shorter time, but with a injured leg, everything was slower.

She trudged down the dark, beaten path, shoving aside stray branches and stumbling on strewn about pebbles.

She would have preferred to put no weight on her lacerated leg, but as of right now she did not have a cane, or even a walking stick, so she had to very delicately balance her weight distribution.

But even with her intricate intentions, walking had become one of the most agonizing things she had ever done.

The torn skin shifted and moved with every step, threatening to open up again and start pouring out warm blood; and the pain, oh gods the pain.

She felt she may faint, even if her wound didnt start to bleed out again just because of that.

Even while still in the state of shock, her leg could only be described as agonizing. Burning, hot, aching pain coursed up and down her muscles and flesh, making her wish she simply didnt have that leg anymore.

Annora did her best to not dwell on her darker thoughts, shoving aside another stray branch. But, as she did that, her lame leg caught on a hidden stump.

With her balance knocked off and an already exhausted state, she fell down immediately, crashing to the ground and tumbling down the incline.

Her body rolled off a practically steep step like a barrel, gravity dragging her to the ground and knocking her face right into the dirt.

The breathe was knocked out of her, leaving her gasping for air like a beached fish; nose shoved into the grimy ground. Slowly she started to gain her breathe again, trying to recollect her surroundings.

But she lay there, trying to gather herself...she just couldn't take it anymore; and she began to sob. Messy tears poured down her cheeks, plopping onto the ground and soaking into the soil.

She was an idiot. An utter incompetent fool. She was the reason this happened. Her stupid impulsive decision is now why she may be maimed for life. Or even worse, die out here in the wilderness; with not even a single friend to care for her disappearance.

Her vision began to darken, fading in and out as tears continued to flow.

She dug her fingers into the ground, her nails aching from the pressure.

No. Please. Stay awake. Stay...stay...

Her eyelids fluttered, and with one final tear, she fell unconscious. Drifting into a shock induced coma.

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Something felt soft, and warm.

She clutched it a little tighter, tiny fist gripping the unknown warmth. What was this? Her mind was clouded, but she managed to pinpoint something.

A blanket.

This was a blanket.

The moment she identified this, Annora woke up.

Annora gasped loudly, eyes snapping open and darting around in a panic.

Oh no, she had fallen asleep out in the middle of the forest with a bloody wound-! Wolves could be upon her any moment-! And her wound, it could be festering with infection at this point-

She looked down, terrified of what state her leg may now be in.

But, instead of her bloodied leg, she saw a white blanket; and now she was identifying other things too.

The brown walls, the table beside her, the new clothes...

Where...where was she?

Was this the after life? She hadnt imagined it to be so normal-

The door suddenly opened, and Annora let out a terrfied yelp.

But to her suprise, it wasn't the grim reaper.

The captain...that old cook of a pirate she served the other night.

What was he doing here? Wherever here was?

"Oh, ye are awake! Good good,"

The pirate spoke joyfully, walking over to Annoras bedside.

"Ye gave me quite a fright there little lass...ye know it's not safe to go out all alone in the forest. There be wolves..."

He picked up a pitcher that had been rested on the table beside Annora, pouring the clear water out into a cup.

"Ye were mighty lucky I was taking a walk last night...Here, ye are probably mighty thirsty..."

The pirate offered it to Annora.

At first she considered not taking it.

The likelihood of this guy just happening to find her in the forest was astronomically low. There were no main roads near that area, no true walking paths, and no housing either. It was completely abandoned by humanity, and as such was not frequently visited. Nobody just "took" walks there.

He should not have found her.

Had he been stalking her? Although she didnt like thinking about the man in that light, she saw more sense in that than him just stumbling upon her.

The pirate chuckled softly.

"No need to be wary, it ain't poisoned. Ye at the clinic right now..."

So that's where she is...

Annora slowly reached out and grabbed the cup of water.

She pressed it to her lips, and the moment her tongue tasted the water, she chugged the whole thing almost desperately.

Once she was finished she wiped at her lips, speaking softly.

"Why did you help me...? And why are you here? How did you find me?"

The captain replied with a kind tone.

"Well, when ye see some poor soul collapsed in the dirt, ye ought to help em don't ya?"

He then smiled.

"And I'm here to check on ye. Wanted to make sure that the nurse been doing well by you...I wouldn't want me favorite bartender to get inferior care..."

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"And to awnser ye last question, I was just in the area on a walk. Like I said."

"In the area..." Annora muttered back, sounding as unconvinced as she could be.

But, even if she didnt believe him...a part of her was glad he had found her.

Imagining what may have happened if she hadn't gotten help sent a shiver down her spine.

She glanced down back at her covered legs.

Right, she still didnt know how bad it looked...

Annora slowly pulled the covers off her leg, wincing at the sight.

Her left leg was fine. A few scrapes here and there, even a bruise, but that was nothing.

Her other leg though...even through the bandaging, she could tell it had been traumatized. It was swollen beyond imagination, and a bright red all over.

Imagining what may be under those bandages made her want to vomit.

The pirate spoke softly, doing his best to put the bad news in a gentle way.

"The nurse said the muscle was ripped off from the bone...ye were lucky the bone was left completley unharmed, otherwise ye may have been down a leg..."

Annora chewed her lower lip.

So that's why it felt like her flesh was being pulled off the bone, because it had been.

The captain had been waiting, but now that the girls questions were awnsered, he felt it was time.

"Say...lassie. What did this to ye? I hav'nt ever seen a critter capable of doing that to a leg, yet it looks like some type of scuffle had gone on..."

Annora bit her lip harder.

To tell. Or not to tell.

She could tell the truth. She could say she had seen a siren, and a huge one at that.

But then she would sound mad. No body would believe her.

Well, maybe the captain would...but that didnt comfort her much.

After much debate, she made up her mind.

Annora replied slowly, staring down at her leg.

"I tripped, and fell on this horrid tree branch. It pierced all the way through, and I ended up pulling on it accidentally Iand dragging the wound all the way down to my ankle..."

The captain was silent for a few beats, a range of thoughts passing in his eyes.

But then, just as quick as those thoughts began to flash, they stopped.

He smiled.

"My, that's quite the tale young lass. Ye should work on ye'r balance."

He chuckled lightly.

Annora bit her lip painfully hard, nodding her head in repsonse.

"Yeah..."

She muttered.

The captain stared at Annora for a few silent moments before slapping his hands together.

"Well! It be time I take me leave, I have a crew to boss around."

He laughed loudly, slapping his knee.

He turned around, walking towards the door.

But before he left, he paused.

"Ah, right, me name is Capatin Ace. A pleasure,"

He bowed, tipping his hat to Annora, and then taking his leave.

Annora was left in silence.

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About a day later, she was sent home with crutches, her wound having been deduced unlikely to reopen.

As she sat on her dinky old mattress, she could only fester about that horrible creature, and what he had done to her; and others.

What horrors had that monster commited? How many lives had he taken?

She felt nauseous at just the thought.

Depsite how terrible that beast was, he went unpunished, allowed to roam the oceans as he pleased.

She groaned.

But even if people did decide to punish him, it's not like a tiny town like this could do much against him. They didn't even have a proper police force here, and he was utterly massive. The normal methods of handcuffs and jail cells were laughable.

But there had to be something that could be done. Something that could prevent any further injury or death.

Annora looked at her wall, staring at the star maps with an intense gaze.

If she had more information, like she had with the stars, maybe she could so something more.

Even if it was as simple as mapping out possible hunting grounds and territories.

Annora gasped, sitting up suddenly.

Of course-! It was so obvious she almost wanted to slap herself.

She hastily slid off the bed, grabbing her crutches and walking over to her wall.

She ripped off a piece a map, grinning to herself.

She would find out everything she could about him. His hunting habits, his hunting grounds, territory, day and night cycle, everything.

Then, she would use all that to prove hid existence, and keep people away from the danger.

Maybe with enough proof, she could even send in a letter to the capital, asking for help from the royal guard. She doubted Mondstats leaders wanted such a dreaded creature on their shores.

She lumbered over to her desk, ripping open her new note book and pulling out her quill.

She will take down that beast, even if it's the last thing she did.

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This one was more set up than anything, but it's set up for big stuff ok!!! So :)

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clexzq · 5 months

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Violetta 1x01 rewrite

Alright there is not much to change about the first ep.. I will obviously leave violetta cringe bc thats what we love about it..

Violetta is at the airport that thing doesnt really change nor does the whole plane scene

How does Angie know they are arriving in the city? (i will assume she stalked someone on socials or her mother)

Ok so one thing that does change is that matias and jade already did bankrupt and they tell the audience later.. until then we do not hear any phone call about the firm going under or anything. the audience assumes that matias and jade are just rich and dumb and somehow german loves jade..

Ok we arrive at the studio now.. the opening scene stays the same and then we have the bullies of the school which would obviously be hated by the entire school bc they dont really spread fear, they are just there for laughs and to be villains (obviously they are talented but not at all respected by their classmates)

pablo is named the principal still

the talk between angie and pablo is still the same

tomas is the same rn just not working and playing the guitar

olga is weird with ramallo that stays

now to the fight and the first singing battle.. after angie comes into the room to start the lesson ludmila has a lot to say to her.. now angie gives her a reaction instead of camila.. she puts her in her place although obviously ludmila just rolls her eyes.. they dont argue and start with the lesson

german and violetta come back to the mansion, jade pushes ramallo almost on the ground to hug german which obviously german is happy to see her he does proceed to notice that she did that so he asks her to apologise to ramallo she does say some apology which is not genuine but german is in love and blinded.. everything else is the same

ughhh now to the dumb bullies that think a guitar is ludmila.. pls alright so tomas comes to the studio and likes the guitar someone is playing and suddenly the bullies appear and leon starts to be possesive of ludmila assuming tomas must automatically like ludmila even tho there are like 3 other girls.. (its just an excuse to be rude to someone) so yeah that happens and they push him, angie comes there and sees that they are arguing and leon says the same thing however tomas.. he doesnt know them and he knows angie is an authority, obviously as he is in work he doesnt want to be harrased and tells angie they started pushing him.. angie tells leon and andres to not do it again and they go away angry.. angie asks if tomas is ok, he is and asks for the customer

angie doesnt tell pablo about the boys arguing same as original bc she has other problems in mind anyway

everything is the same with violetta finding the door

back to tomas..he meets naty he leaves and ludmila and naty talk the same

olga and vilu talk in her room.. when vilu asks about the room thats locked... everything is the same but vilu has a confused look in the end and is suspicious.. she looks at the door one more time

ludmila and tomas meet.. leon comes into the room and he shouts at tomas this time when tomas says i didnt touch your guitar , leon is stilla angry but instead of assuming that tomas called ludmila a guitar he asks what do you mean guitar and tomas explains, leon obviously thinks its a lie but he doesnt push him (see how nice i am to leon i make him be better than he is omg thank me) tomas leaves

the talk between leon and ludmi and cami still applies

the teacher bitch still gets the cake on her face and quits everything is the same

leon and ludmila talk its the same

everything is the same until angie comes in the house

angie trespasses obviously and now we finally hear matias and jade talking together and it seems suspicious even without the phone call that we didnt need. now the audience can be suspicious of matias and jades intentions, the convo stays the same (this is actually the first time we see matias since he didnt meet with angie on the sidewalk)

pablo gets captured even tho he obviously was only standing near the door but acab so yeah he goes into the police car

leon and andres come to tomas work to threaten him bc leon is insecure and blames any guy for ludmilas mistakes, all of the things are the same luca throws them out and blames tomas

ludmila maxi and cami have the talk but only thing that changes is that the water doesnt destroy the computer luckily for maxi and its logical it wasnt too much water and it was only at the pad worst things worst he problably has a broken touchpad now

angie and pablo talk.. its the same

german doesnt recognise angie bc last time he saw her she was much younger and so was he

violetta and tomas do meet in the most cringe way but yeah it stays

the end.

#violetta #violettashow #tomletta #leonetta #germangie #violettarewrite

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jettblanche · 1 year

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fear suggestions, roleplay, obsession suggestions, memory play, sort of a trance but mostly a roleplay - this one is more experimental

You dont exactly know where you are anymore. Wherever you are, it is dark and unfamiliar. Below you is bright purple carpet, and around you is a long, dark hallway with black and white vertical striped wallpaper. There are twists and turns, but you dont see any doors. It must be some sort of labyrinth, although you're not entirely sure.

You dont even quite remember how you got to this place. The last thing you remember was being at an amusement park. Phantasma Park was the name, it was a place that seemed to somehow cause mass hysteria in the area. People were attracted to the place, usually becoming obsessed with it. This obsession with the park would change a person completely, their whole life revolving around the park. A lot of these people went missing after this obsession, being last seen in the park. It had been investigated, of course, but the investigators always came out with glossy eyes, denying that anything out of the ordinary was happening in the park.

You didnt know what to believe, but wanted to see what was going on for yourself. You didn't know if you actually expected to see anything, but you certainly did not expect to wake up in this place.

As you explore this labyrinth, you start to panic. You couldnt find a way out.

In fact, everything was starting to look the same. You feel your heart thumping in your chest as you start to walk a little faster.

Everything starts to overwhelm you more and more as you continue walking.

1 step, your legs tremble as you walk

2 steps, everything starts to feel hot

3 steps, you start to hear footsteps echo followes by a threatening chuckle

4 steps, your heart sinks in your chest as they start to get louder and louder

5 steps, it's coming. Run.

You run until your throat dries, until your legs start to numb, running more after that. You run until you cant anymore, falling onto the group and listening.

The footsteps in the distance have kept the same pace, although they have gotten further.

This buys you a bit of time. You rest for a moment before getting up again, continuing onwards.

Every step you take feels so exhausting,

but you press on.

This place has to have an exit. And you're going to find it.

You try to slow your breathing and relax, but it's no use.

You can't stop hyperventilating, you can't relax.

The more you attempt to relax, the more that fear and anxiety starts to overwhelm you.

You continue on, running and stopping to rest before running again,

all in a desperate attempt to escape your pursuer.

But no matter how far you run, you always fear the footsteps walking in the distance, getting closer and closer

The running, the fear, the exhaustion, the hyperventilating-

It all becomes too much, far too much.

Your body cannot take any more. You fall to the ground, finally letting your legs rest for good.

You listen to the footsteps, listening as they get closer and closer.

Perhaps this was your pursuer's plan, to tire you out until you gave in.

After all, why chase someone when they can catch you just by walking at a comfortable pace?

All that was required was patience.

It might even be that you were already captured, that you already had lost.

Perhaps I was playing a game of cat and mouse for my own amusement.

You never really had a chance at escape

You brace yourself for whenever you finally get caught.

When I finally find you, you're a bit too exhausted to resist much

And far too afraid to even think of disobeying me

You know you are at my mercy

And now that I have you, your mind is mine

So stare into my eyes and let me stare back into yours.

Let me see the fear and panic in them.

Your mind belongs to me, to Phantasm Park, so there is no need to think of anything but this place and of me.

Let your mind fill with thoughts of my control, of this place. Let yourself become utterly obsessed.

If you are comfortable doing so, and only if you are comfortable doing so, you can reblog, tag or comment about your newfound obsession

You will not remember what happened here when you wake

and your obsession will start to fade as well.

All the fear and panic you feel starts to fade away.

You can now take a deep breath. Feel your body relax and your panic start to dissapear.

Feel a warm, comforting feeling of safety start to flow over your mind

Feel yourself start to awaken, counting up from 1 to 5

1, taking a deep breath in and letting it out

2, the obsession starting to fade

3, the memory of being chased starting to fade

4, becoming more aware and awake

And 5, wake up and stretch, get some water, and have an amazing rest of your day.

#minors dni #hypnokink #hypnosis #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #nsft #nsft rp #blanche post #probably wont do this sorta stuff often bcs pleasure is more my thing than fear or pain

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incandescentflower · 2 years

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I was thinking about Tin's hypothesis that kissing brings back memories from other loops and I'm starting to believe this is one part where Tin is actually wrong about how the loops work - but fundamentally, believing this still leads to the intended result.

I was considering this mostly because in the week-long loop Tol has dreams about the past loops when there was no kiss. But they had grown closer, spent time together, Tin had spent the night after tutoring and that is when he started remembering things. So I really think it is their feelings for one another that brings back the memories and not some fairty-tale kiss magic.

The first time Tol started to remember in the two-day loop and Tin kissed him in the clock tower, Tol reacted poorly in the moment, he didnt' expect it, but then later he was clearly considering how it felt.

And he was remembering the kiss and also remembering the other times he died, but all this came after their little shopping "date" and the kiss was definitely the catalyst for Tol to consider his feelings.

Later in the final flipped loop, they play off Tol trying to kiss Tin while sleeping as cute and honestly I don't usually enjoy the kiss sleep trope, but he didn't even quite make it, so would that really count? Also the kiss with the face mask? What was that even? lol

Before the overnight kiss, Tin had just laid out some real truths about himself to Tol, so much so that he said he didn't want to talk about it again because it was so raw. After the ER kiss, again, something major happened between them prior - Tin let go of his anger to help this person live because Tol was determined to do so. And that, Tol's belief in Tin and his bringing back to Tin who Tol knows he could be again and again, really feels like what actually led to Tin being willing to try kissing before they were interrupted outside (to all of our disappointment, including theirs lol).

And in the end, it wasn't a kiss that seems to bring Tin's full memory back, it is his fear for Tol's life when he they are captured. Tin's concern for Tol is what brings back all his memories. As with everything else in this show, it is the love between them that moves them forward, motivates them to do what is right, brings them where they need to be and eventually brings them back together again.

#triage #triage the series #triage spoilers #spoilers #i continue to keep thinking about this #i can't stop #i'm trying to write fic and keep getting my mind stuck in the loops lol #just ignore me as i yeet my emotions out here #that's what they do to me #this is possibly a bit of semantics #but for me an important differentiation #my meta

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magnoliamyrrh · 6 months

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okay so. my opinions on their eyes were watching discourse that i disagree w. here goes english class essay on tumblr

starting w quickly one of the worst complaints ive ever heard, "its written in backwoods, uneducated, slave talk" "it portrays african americans as uneducated and lower class." dear lord. yes the book is written in heavy southern dialect or avve or both bc theyre basically the same thing, but it adds a lot to the book as far as im concerned. if i as a foreigner can manage to read it just fine and enjoy it, im sure you can deal w it. if i could read this when i was like 16 and had only been speaking english for 6 years rly, im sure u can cope. hurston was also an anthropologist who predominantly studied southern and carribean african diaspora, and thus her writing is heavily based on this. she also,,, was born in alabama and raised in florida, and thus, she was trying to portay not "those backwards rural folk over there" but her own people. and you can tell too, in the book, she was also trying to find and understand herself. others have called their eyes were watching god a brilliant capturing of the soul and culture of southern black ppl, and uhhH yea, id tend to agree. the fact she focused on rural peoples doesnt somehow mean she was saying all of the african diaspora is like this, and also...... .. theres nothing wrong with "uneducated" "backwoods" poor and rural people god damn get the classism out of here

but onto the main shit

a) its a grand love story love life goals. + her relationship w tea cake is feminist goals somehow

uhh,,, not quite, not as simple as that. even the summary of the book, along w many other summeries in some versions, calls it "an enduring southern love story" and to an extent it is, but also, its far from,,, something to be glorified too much. especially not as other book summaries say, "tea cake comes along and is the best thing ever a liberator etc etc"

its true that thats part of it. hurston from what i know said she wrote the book almost as a love ode to a man she fell in love with when she was in haiti, and it shows for sure. but tea cake, and his relationship with janie, isnt without problems. after they get married he steals her money, uses it to "feel like a rich man," to buy food and drinks for ppl, to buy a guitar, to party, leaving her alone for days while she wonders if he aint dead, or if he hasnt stolen her money and left her, used her - she's struggling, in pain, anxious through the roof, he finds her sitting on the floor staring into nothing when he come back. and sure, he apologizes, he explains himself with charm and humor, says he couldn't help but want to know, says he didnt wanna bring her around lower class folks out of fear she wouldnt like it - and when she tells him she'd want to be there, after that, he does always bring her w him and doesnt exclude her. he gambles the money back and comes back stabbed, bleeding, but keeping his word, "look in mah left pocket and see whut yo' daddy brought youh. when ah tell yuh ah'm gointuh bring it, ah don't lie." its playful, charming, you get drawn into his shpeel, and i think anyone whose ever had a habit of falling in love w,, , how to say, those rough around the edges, those w street smarts, can say yea, theres a charm to it. he tells her after, from that point on, they're going to be living on his money, that he's a man and thus he's gonna provide - and in truth he never steals her money again, never uses her money again despite her having it, and while she works at times, he also works more than her, and its clear hes okay w sticking by his word of providing.,, and janie forgives him for this ordeal, sure. at the same time,,, it could be said its a red flag and that yup, he stole her money once right after they got married and left her feeling bad for days, which aint alright

next, the domestic violence between them, and the jealousy too, which the book at times romanticized and portrays as normal. theres several instances of this throughout. janie talks about how he strikes her on multiple occasions, but also how she strikes him. she talks abt finding out theres consequences for trying to fight him, which is getting beat. when she gets jealous and thinks he might be sleeping w another woman, she slaps him and they fight from room to room, him trying to keep her from beating him, that time not beating her and ending up w them having sex. another time when tea cake gets jealous that a woman is trying to set her brother up w janie, even tho he knows she aint gonna leave him or cheat on him, he beats her just to show that he possesses her, owns her. he knows shes done nothing to justify the jealousy, but does it anyhow. "no brutal beating at all. he just slapped her around a bit to show he was boss. everybody talked about it next day in the fields. it aroused a sort of envy in both men and women. the way he petted and pampered her as if those two or three face slaps had nearly killed her made the women see visions and the helpless way she hung on him made men dream dreams." this line v much shows the romantization and normalization of domestic abuse. and then, tea cake goes on to talk to the other men about it, to brag about it, to talk about how bc his wife is mixed and lighter skinned you can see the marks and bruises a beating leaves on her. the other men say beating on darker black women aint the same, bc noone can tell the next day you beat them, and because they will fight you back and beat you back all night, but janie seems to just take it obediently (not exactly true in all instances, she does fight back and beat him at times) and u can see it on her skin. tea cake brags to the other men that thats why he likes his wife, and that she is wherever and however he wants her to be........ which is something janies previous husband joe said too :/ except janie seems to accept and romanticise this, while having an issue w her previous husband, when in many regards tea cake and joe are doing the same thing.

and this takes us to,, well, tea cake aint exactly a "liberator" and their relationship isnt feminism 101. its just not. yes, tea cake in a sense liberates her. he reminds her of the boy she had a crush on as a teenage girl and the bees in the bloosoming tree. he unlike her previous husbands lets her.. be. he teachers her how to play board games, teacher her how to shoot a gun, goes fishing with her, takes her to games and dances she wasnt allowed to go to before. hes proud of her for shooting better than him, and he never once tells her to shut up around pll like joe does. when shes with him she talks to other ppl, shes finally involved in community life like how she wished. they spend nights on the muck dancing, singing, gambeling, joking and talking w other people, joining the carribean dancers around the fire. its clear in a sense that throughout the progression of her marriages, janie ends up w a man who Does in some regards represent and give her freedom, and who is also much closer to lets say, an african spirit and traditions than the previous two, especially joe. janie says, tea cake made her soul come out of its hiding place, and he did.

but he also..,,, was a man of the times, and they were both people of the times. and while tea cake saw her as much more an equal than her other husbands ever did, he was also clearly in charge and their marriage was still following a series of traditional norms

janie is still in many regards submissive to him, and "like a child." despite her being older than him, he calls her a girl child, a baby girl, a little thing, makes several statements and allusions to this sort of thing a lot. he calls himself her daddy, he holds up the idea that a man ought to provide for "his woman" and take care of her. she wears blue like a young gal bc tea cake says it looks good on her. and still, yea, this isnt a one way thing in their relationship, bc janie also, especially when hes sick or wounded, calls him a boy, a boy chile, her baby, mamas him etc. and theres many times when hes all too happy to try to fulfill her wishes and needs and do what she wants. and yea, its part of how love makes you feel young, its part too of how some ppl search for that sort of parental care in their partners, especially those who havent had it much (like janie, who grew up without a father.) still, this is mostly seen the other way in their relationship

and here its important to take into account janies history of trauma and how she was raised. she was raised by her grandma, who was born a slave and raped by a white master, which is how she got her mom. her mom in turn was raped, and thats how she got janie. there is a deep history here of violence and submission - her grandma even tells her, the black woman is made the mule of the world by both white and blacl men. janie is also used to being struck by her grandmother as a child, thus, to her being hit is normalized, a part of life, and even a sign that someone cares about you a lot - loves you enough to beat you for your own good. janie is married off to a man x2 x3 times her age at 16 by her grandma, and shes expected to settle bc shes not being beat, shes not being worked too hard, and the mans got property. janie struggles throughout her entire life with the lessons and morality her grandma taught her, and her marriages taught her, even saying at some point she hates her grandma for it.... janie has been conditioned throughout her life to be submissive, and to accept violence, and while she definetely has a fighting spirit and craves more than shes told to settle for, while she certainly stands up to wanting a certain amount of independence, shes also... bound by her times, by her conditioning, and this has limits for sure.

and thus we see her submission in her marriage w tea cake, even as he gives her more freedom than others - even that phrasing, he "gives" her freedom, but really, it aint his to give is it...? not only does she forgive him for the money steling, and for the beatings, but its also shown regularly that shed much rather follow his lead w things. in many regards, shes the one that asks and does - they go where tea cake wants to go, they do what tea cake wants to do. hes the one that chooses where they get married, hes the one that chooses to go work on the muck, hes the one that tells her to come work the fields w him, and hes the one that tells her to stay home and not work... after the hurricane she tells him again, well do and go where u wanna go. and while she goes along w it, while she says well do whatever u wanna do,,,, shes still following his lead by all means. shes been sweeped off of her feet like a child, and in many regards shes following his lead, and its known that hes the boss. more equal than her other marriages, but, still

.... and so. its complicated. it sure as hell aint a relationship which is "feminist" or "liberating" in a feminist sense or a modern sense..... and yet. it would be unfair to say, it also didn't liberate her soul somewhat, and they didnt love each other

b) and this takes us to the second critique i dont agree w, that the book is outright bad bc it promotes and romanticizes violence and all this. and also its definetely not a love story at all

,,, and. yea i dont think this is a fair critique at all. i think its up to you to interpret zora's writing and what it means to you. she clearly had more than just a one sided puritanical moralistic view and feeling on all this, and yes, she wrote this book in part infleunced by a whirwind romance she had in haiti and im sure to a great extent her own life experiences. she also wrote this book in the the 1930s. there is something deeply deeply honest, raw, real, and soulful about it because of this, it is complicated in the way real life is

no, janie isnt some sort of modern day "feminist" protagonist but also. she wasnt meant to be, she just wasnt i dont think

and i dont think its,,,, fair, to dismiss this entire book and all the brilliance in it bc of that.,, or to say that they didnt love each other either. it was far from perfect thats for sure. and i do really get why some would look at all this and say yea, this isnt love. i do... but i think its more complicated that that. and i think in many ways, it is a story of people and love in the context of the, well, limitations of who they are. in the context of deep deep generation and current trauma, in the context of the times, in the context of a lot of things..... and ive said this before, to me its in many ways the same sort of conflict i had when writing that ethnography on my grand grandma and grandpa, child marriage bridal kidnapping and all that, and trying to make some sense of what love and marriage mean in circumstances like that. and i could not reach a conclusion which simply said, they never loved each other. i just couldn't no matter how much i wanted to, bc, despite how fucked it all was, that wouldnt have been the true, messy complexity of it all....... tea cake did love her, he did bring her to life, he did cherish her, he did protect her, he did see her as more his equal than other men - he risked his life for her and died for it. he was also possessive, and jealous, and physically abusive. and she beat on him too.

........ and on the ending of the book, it can be interpreted in different ways for sure. tea cake's death and the way he dies could be interpreted in many ways. it was rabies that took him, and rabies is why janie had to shoot him, but the rabies made the jealousy he had before and the violence he had before come out to a stronger extent. in a way it could be said zora ending the story w tea cakes rabies being the final issue relieves him too much of his responsibility and actions, gives janie a "justified" retaliation and end... zora also v much shows how the other black ppl shed been living w largely turned on her when she shot him, caring more for him they did her. surprisingly janie talks about how some of the white women in the courtroom pitied her and "formed a protective shield around her", while her own turned their backs on her..she hears the men say, "well, you know whut dey say, 'uh white man and uh nigger woman is de freest thing on earth'. dey do as dey please." even if soon they forgive her and feel bad for their turning on her and her treatment of her and come to their senses. and thus, were also reminded that the book is Indeed very vocal of black mens views and treatment of black women, (as well as on how colorism affects things but thsts a whole other long train of analysis) and that zora wasnt just saying and showing that all this is a-okay. she wasnt saying that the other men were all good all fine, she wasnt saying that tea cake was either

.. and as for janie coming back home. welp. i think it can be interpreted again in many ways. some say it shows she had to kill tea cake in order to truly gain her freedom, it was the final step in her coming to self and self actualization, and that the ending of the book is "feminist" in this regard. others say the ending is the ending of a great love story, with janie coming home now with her soul alive, having seen the world as she says, to rest and be at peace. she sobs of what has happened, and yet she realizes tea cake lives still in her love. a beautiful metaphor of how the dead live through the love of the living. his memory lightens up the room like a sun, she draws the fishnet of his light and love and freedom over her, she calls her soul to see.... she has also learned from tea cake in part to not care what others say, so she doesnt care that the town women want to talk shit about her.. others say, the ending of the book is a feminist disaster. it shows janie giving up control over her narrative by not caring what the other women are saying about her. it shows her shutting herself into her old house with memories of a man who really, wasnt all that great. others say, its not a feminist disaster bc while the ending means the above, in zora writing it even beautifying, were still meant to critique it

honestly by this point, not quite sure i know. id say its neither and all three all in one bc its way more complicated than just "a feminist or not feminist message" "a role model message" ,,,, but rather, something deeply real and complicated...

either way. im sure i could say more but thats most of my thoughts. i think its a pity to diminish this book either to some grand perfect love story, or to failed feminism, or whatever else. its so much more..... it is a book about deep deep trauma and pain, slavery, culture, humor, coming of age, soul, love, hope, hate, racism, colorism, women and men, religion, and beauty.... and id say, most all really, it is a story about how beauty somehow comes out of deep sorrow and pain.... reducing it into bits is a pity and disservice to its sheer raw and real spirit

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cherryblossomriot · 1 year

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every time i attempt to capture how deeply my chemical romance is rooted in my heart, how their music, their mythos as a band, their moral philosophies, their symbolic career, how much it all means to me, i fall short every single time.

how can i write essays to explain the words that quite literally give voice to my soul? how can i capture a heartbeat in a simple, neatly wrapped package? i cant. my chemical romance is and always will be the closest thing i will ever have to my most pure, most raw emotions being captured in a visceral, visual, auditory experience.

it is a life-long connection for me. a faith, if i want to be ironic about it.

sometimes i don't need to listen to them every day. but when i need them, their music doesn't just see me, it captures me. re-invents itself every time i come back, older and older and older, with more life experience, more knowledge, more wisdom, but just the same intense, overwhelming emotion. just the same unfathomable sorrow. unfathomable frustration, unfathomable grief, unfathomable fury.

they grabbed me where I was at 14 and said, do you want to learn about the world, do want to learn what love really looks like, motherfucker? it's not everything you've ever been taught about christianity, about the military, about capitalism, about art, about oppression and queerness and feminism and war. when education and my parents and my world failed me, they guided me into becoming a good person, just by expressing their own pain.

and then, when the years passed, i treasured their music, listened to it constantly but lost all of its meaning in a blinding repression of my high-school self and depression that changed its shape, make me purge but not bleed.

when i came back at 20, having lost my religion, lost my ignorance, lost my fear, when I came back and I knew the world, and felt like a body so alive its dying, felt like there was a star in my chest, threatening to collapse, exploding in a cacophony from the fear the drugs and the isolation and art madness and stress and the crushing weight of being a perfectionist that only sees failure. when i felt all of that i came back and i understood and it made sense again and it reformed, lost the bloated reputation i'd bulit for it from youtube comments sections and old albums and a time before me, and it all just became. about me. and i didnt need anyone else's opinion and i didnt need what anyone else thoguht or felt about their music because they were so wholly mine, so fully beloved by me. thats a lack of insecurity ive never encountered with any other form of media, any show or band or movie that i've adored.

old scars, new wounds, it's poetry that breaks through time, finds me right where i am, no matter my age. and I am beyond thankful for that.

no matter what anyone says, music is the language of the soul. don't let anyone try to ridicule you for how your soul needs to speak.

#my chemical romance #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #content warning for mentions of mental illness/death/self harm #i fell like the release of foundations of decay was really validating for me #as someone who became fan post-break up #because i never really felt like a part of anything #just an outsider watching videos like relics #when people say they were born in the wrong era #i think its because of that feeling #that feeling music evokes #that you belong in those words #in that sound #pls kindly ignore how i said i had no words to talk about mcr #and then i talked a lot of words about them #thats just kinda how i am #anyway

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he-said-irene · 3 years

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Thomas Hartnell in The Terror, episode 8

I just really like this shot, I don’t know what to say

#thomas hartnell #I got to episode 8 and I was like wow that was a lot #so I told myself I'd do a 'quick drawing' to process it all before bed #and then like 3 hours later there was this #I don't think I really nailed the expression #I didnt quite capture the FEAR #but its just a cool shot #the terror #ink drawing #ink sketch #ball point pen #tom hartnell #irene's art #I cant include a reference image bc hulu wont let me screenshot so I just drew off the paused episode #he-said-irene's art

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localspaceangel · 4 years

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[SPOILERS FOR THE NEW TMA]

rest in piss jude perry, u funky scary fire lesbian

#blablabla #ok to rb #tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #the magnus archives spoilers #tma season 5 #tma 169 #i liked this episode quite a lot!#desolation has always been one of the tma fears that scare me the most #and i think the statment managed to capture the fear of loosing something important to you and being unable to do anything about it great!#ufff also jude getting what she deserved was very satysfing 👌👌👌#the fact that she didnt even think that jon would kill her; that he just came to brag or something #and the moment she realised the he Is in fact going to kill her...*chefs kiss*#jon: thats for my hand you binch #agfklskdh #edit: That being said...the fact that jon decided to kill jude is very worrrying #like Yes she very much deserved that imo; but like just an ep ago Jon was like 'nah i shouldnt actually murder avatars; unless they attack-#-me' and then he does this!!#also its interesting how martin 'lets murder people' blackwood reacted to all of this #its kind of suprissing to me tbh; like he didnt understood why Jon wouldnt kill Oliver but when Jon killed Jude he freaked out? wuh?#i mean. hes very much justified but also i dont get this dude lol #i suppose maybe this oppened his eyes and he realised that killing all the avatars isnt the best idea?#we'll see i guess; im excited for his and jons conversation regarding what has happened :>

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ouma-kichi · 3 years

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drv3 cast with a crush on you

hey bestie i just wanted to write sumn big to help start my acct ! :]

info/warnings: none really!! i even toned down my swearing for this hehehe . reader is gender nonspecific for all but tenko (the reader would prob be fem or gn, but i cant say nonspecific bc idk how i would write her part to also apply to male readers?)

Kaede Akamatsu:

SHE IS SO SWEET, most definitely!

she takes so much time to learn about what you love to do and she finds songs to play for you while you do your favorite hobbies

she plays songs for you, because that is how she shows her love

above all she wants to spend time with you; she invites you to her piano recitals (where you bring her flowers of course), or she practices in front of you. even when she’s not practicing, she’s with you.

she is constantly at your house, and she tries her best to make a move on you but !! she is very nervous because she doesn’t want to ruin anything or make you feel awkward, sometimes she holds herself back because of that fear of being overbearing.

but every time she’s with you she just stares at you with the biggest smile.

you are the notes of a perfectly composed sonata, you are music to her. she’s obsessed with you.

and she wants to keep trying, she wants to make you understand how she feels about you.

you remind her of beethoven’s piano sonata no. 17 “tempest.” the quick tempo feels like her heartbeat, racing when you look at her. the notes that almost seem to dance and change patterns feel the same way it feels for her to fall for you. they slow at times, like the slowpaced and soft times you spent together, before quickening and intensifying the way her feelings did for you.

the song is beautiful, and she knows its only fitting for someone as beautiful as you.

Angie Yonaga:

she prayed for you.

she prayed to atua that she would sweep you off your feet or that you would feel the same way

she prays that you’ll never leave her, she prays that atua will help her make art that you like

she’s so cheery and full of light, i think she would be very straightforward! she’s blunt, instantly calling you “my love” and telling you that she has prayed to atua that you will always be safe and always with her !!

and you are the only person angie has ever painted or sculpted and felt as though she didn’t get it quite right.

she channels her god through her art, and sculpting you was no different, but every time she finished a piece she couldn’t help but feel it was never right. it didnt capture your beauty perfectly enough.

she would pray and then start a new piece, trying so desperately to push your essence into her work.

she believes your beauty is sent from atua, meaning she must perfectly capture that beauty. how could she possibly be proud of a piece that doesn’t capture your atua-sent beauty?

you are an angel from atua, she’s sure of it

but she’s not quite sure how to perfectly show it in her artwork

Kirumi Tojo:

this is a tricky one because above EVERYTHING, kirumi lives to serve

she fulfills requests with expertise and states that she does not wish for anything but to serve

so you have to make the first move, because she would never act selfishly and tell you her own wishes

but deep down, she wants to help you MORE than everyone else

she waits for the chance that you’ll ask for her help because her love is shown through her servitude. she cooks you warm meals, and cleans for you, or sits with you and plays with your hair until you fall asleep.

when she speaks it’s in small sayings of service, “have you eaten? are you well? don’t be afraid, i am here to help you.”

she wants to be with you, but she will never show that outright.

but you know that she is showing it when she brings you bowls of cut up fruit to eat while you’re working. or when she says goodnight by reading to you or tucking you in. or how she fixes the collars on your shirts.

you know she likes you because of all the tender acts of care she does for you, every soft and sweet and caring moment is her telling you she loves you

everything she does to help you is an act of affection

and secretly she hopes you realize that

Maki Harukawa:

man. she has no idea what to do

i mean she tries her very best, but she knows that she has no idea how to show affection.

if she ever gets brave enough to hug you or (gasp!) hold your hand, it’ll feel stiff and awkward

because she’s never done this before, she’s never ever felt this way before. she was never allowed to just.. feel before until she was with you

she realizes she’s fallen for you and every time you speak after that has her a nervous wreck!!

and she gets upset with herself when she instinctually says “do you wanna die?” because she doesn’t mean it and is almost disgusted with herself for even saying that to someone as good as you.

she wants to change for you and be better to you, because you allow her to exist as she is. you let her feel all her feelings, you enable her emotions with patience and no punishments

she’s afraid of the change but fuck she really really likes you

so she tries her best in this new territory, even if its awkward or uncomfortable or she can’t find the right words or she can’t get herself to touch you

but she’s trying her best for you, because she wants to be with you and feel the feelings she has for you

Miu Iruma:

OH BOY she has some fuckin trouble with this

because instinctually she is a huge rowdy and foulmouthed bitch, but you make her so nervous because she just wants to please you !!!!!

she’ll call you a perv or something or say dirty things to offend you, but even before you react she goes into NERVOUS MODE

“HA! you were lookin at my tits, werent ya you fuckin nasty pervert! EEEEEEEE I-IM S-S-SORRY I D-DON’T KNOW WH-Y-Y I SAID TH-THAT”

she is such a nervous wreck about it because she knows she can be way too much A LOT of the time but fuck if you left she would be so broken

she pleads for you to forgive her when you didn’t even answer or register what she said, she’s just scared because you’re the one person who makes the gorgeous gold haired girl genius feel genuinely appreciated in a way more than sexually

you appreciate her work, and you look past her foulmouthed tendencies to offend people. you just like her because she’s her, and she’s never felt that before

so forgive her if she gets super nervous around you, she’s just fuckin terrified of fucking up again

she thinks all she does is fuck up relationships with people, so every time you speak she’s trying so hard to make sure you don’t start to hate her

she wants to be nice to you, she wants you to know she’s good

because you’re good to her. she just wants to be good to you

Tenko Chabishira:

she gets so protective over you. like so fucking protective omfg

everytime she sees you talking to someone, more specifically a MALE (blegh!) she immediately rushes to your side, asking if you need her to protect you from the degenerates everywhere

she definitely doesn’t know how to show her affection in a romantic way, but she shows it in the way she wants to protect you or how she would fight for you in any instance

she trains extra hard at her aikido, so that at any moment she’ll be able to lift her fists and fight for you

and that means a lot because she already practices constantly, but now that she has something worth protecting she thinks she needs to train day and night

she knows she’s strong but damn it she needs to get even stronger for you!! you’re too perfect and pretty and caring to be preyed on by degenerates, and because of that she will go to the ends of the earth if it meant she would be strong enough to protect you for the rest of your life

she’d be too scared to let you walk home from school on your own, she insists she escorts you

you realize that when you’re walking home she’s prepared to fight

if you ever hear a loud noise she instantly has her fists up!! she gotta fight for her baby who’s not her baby yet but they will be soon!!

she just wants to protect you, and to do that she wants to be the strongest person on the planet

Tsumugi Shirogane:

i think the way tsumugi would show her affection would be in the form of her infodumping on you!! (neurodivergent moment)

if you ever expressed any sort of interest in an anime or manga she would instantly send you an entire essay on the plot and production of it. because you liked this thing so that means she has to learn everything about it and tell you everything she knows!!!!!!!!

and even if you didn’t express any interest in something she wants to talk about, she knows you wouldn’t get mad at her for talking about it.

she trusts you and you make her feel comfortable so ! she just wants to talk to you about everything .. she thinks about you when she learns something or when she’s watching a new anime, she just thinks about how excited she is to tell you everything

her feelings for you are so big but she just doesn’t know how to tell you that so instead she just tells you 152 facts about your favorite show

and she gets really nervous that you won’t like her because she’s so plain, or because she talks too much

sometimes she tries to stop herself from telling you everything about a manga she read, but when she looks at your smiling face she realizes that you would never yell at her for her interests

you just smile warmly at her or add in your own commentary to the facts shes spouting out at you, and she blushes so much because how could someone so amazing like someone so plain ????

she doesn’t really get it, she doesn’t understand how you could possibly like her

but you just make sure she knows that she doesn’t need to understand why you feel the way you do or how you do it

you just like her because she’s her

and because she thinks of you when she learns new facts about something

Shuichi Saihara:

the second he realized he liked you, you were all he could possibly think about

all he wants to do is be with you, listening to you talk about things you like or showing him knick knacks you have

he looks for you every moment he can, and he remembers your everyday schedule so he can make sure you guys spend as much time together as possible

and he’s a detective, he notices every little thing about you

he notices the way your eyes light up when you see him, or the way your hands look when you’re typing. he stares at you with a small smile because he realizes that everything you do is so tender and soft

the way you make your coffee in the morning, the way you look at him when he tells you about his day, how you hug him when you say goodbye, how you sit crosslegged in the grass beside him, how your voice sounds when you’re happy or when you’re sad or when you’re tired

the list goes on and on and on

because everything you do makes him fall more for you, every time you have a conversation he realizes how much he likes you

and trust me he likes you a whole fuckin lot

he notices everything about you, he takes them in and thinks about it until his head hurts. he thinks about every single tender, soft, miniscule moment you’re together.

he’s a detective, he was trained to think

and lately he’s caught himself thinking more and more about you

Kaito Momota:

mannnnn he is trying so hard to get you to notice him

he’ll start working out in front of you or start bragging about how strong he is

he goes out of his way to protect you or help you, because he’s a man he wants to make sure you know his strength and courage

and he wants you to know how much he likes you

not for his sake, but because he knows how worthy you are of love and affection

he does anything to be sure you’re not insecure or down on yourself because why the fuck would you hate yourself you idiot kaito (luminary of the stars) knows how fuckin good you are !!!!!!!!!!!!

he wants you to know that okay ! so he does things for you, bringing you lunch and gifts, taking you to work out with him, and showing you the stars

he climbs into your window at night with a telescope just to show you the night sky, he takes you out onto rooftops to see the stars

he thinks they’re so pretty and he knows you’re pretty too

you sit together at night with him telling you where every single star is

and he observes you with the same enthusiasm and passion, he connects the dots between your freckles and birthmarks the way he connects stars to form constellations

he is so amazed by you, he wants you to be amazed by him as well

he tries his best to protect you and make you happy because he looks at you the same way he looks at the stars

K1-B0:

awwww nervous boy

he is sososososo nervous like he does so much research into how to show affection or how to act when you have a crush on someone

because he really doesn’t want to play into the stereotype of robots not knowing how to love, he sees that as robophobic and will do everything in his power to not be a stereotype !!

you find him researching how to tell someone you like them or how to ask them out, he’s watching movies and tv shows about romance and love

he just sits there looking things up so he can try to sweep you off your feet

because you don’t underestimate him, you know he can feel and he can love the same as any human

sometimes you think he can love even more than a human, because he is so caring and thoughtful when it comes to you

he knows people court each other with flowers and chocolate, or long walks on the beach, so he tries to do everything romantic for you

and even without the research on romance, he’s still caring and thoughtful

he brings you your favorite candies or he watches your favorite films with you

he learns everything he can about you so he can show you that he has so many big feelings for you

he doesn’t quite understand it, but he knows that he feels something that is so real and human inherently. he didn’t know if it was really love but when he saw the way you laugh and the way you are so undoubtedly caring for him, he just knew that it was something more than regular friendship.

so he tries his best

and he keeps watching romance movies so that one day he can live them out with you

Gonta Gokuhara:

OH HE IS A TRUE GENTLEMAN ALRIGHT !

he already tries super super hard to be a gentleman but once he knows that he LIKE likes you he tries even harder okay !!!

he has trouble showing care in a way that doesn’t relate to his bugs, so he really just tries to show you insects or tell you all about them

he keeps a book thats full of pictures he’s taken of insects, he shows it to you from front to back and every time he adds a new picture

and he loves to handle bugs as well !! (a man after my own heart) so he holds up snails and worms and millipedes to show you, he’s so soft and gentle with them that it makes your heart melt

he is so sweet in the way he tries to share his love with you

you go on picnics and long walks together to look for slugs and beetles together

he realizes how kind and patient you are with him, meaning that you must like bugs because all kind people like bugs !!

you never make him feel dumb or lesser than, because he really isn’t dumb. he is so smart and he knows everything about insects, you can see that!

he doesn’t feel stupid around you, he knows you’ll listen to him talk about bugs

he knows you’ll understand him and that you think he’s smart

you’re patient, and understanding, and gentle with him

he shows you his bugs to say that he likes you, and since he likes you that means you must love his insects as much as he does

Kokichi Ouma:

oh he is a little shit about it

i think he teases you extra extra hard because he likes you, he thinks about you all the time and he wants you to have fun with him !!

he shows you that he likes you because he’ll run around with you and chase you and just want to be close to you constantly

and man he loves to give you gifts

not big things or anything expensive, but just little things he finds. tiny knick knacks or sticks or stones or figures or toys he finds on the ground or in dollar stores that make him think of you

he shows you his collection of little stolen objects and garbage from the side walk that he just loves so much !!! and he gives you some of his favorites or anything that reminds him of you

you can tell he actually likes you because he gives you his favorite little amethyst stone that he loves because it’s purple and he found it outside

and he takes you to pull pranks and cause chaos together, you tag buildings and trip people in the street

he’ll do anything with you, anything that he knows will be fun for the both of you

and he tries not to do big lies to you, he just lies impulsively to make himself sound better. and he lies so you don’t outright know he’s like in love with you

he’s very closed off emotionally, you can never really know what he’s thinking most of the time so he tries to hide his feelings for you. he wants to be close and that’s why he tries to be around you or give you things but he’s so scared to be honest about how he actually feels

but he tries to lie less around you because he knows lying won’t help his relationship with you

he just really really likes you

and thats no lie!

Korekiyo Shinguji:

oh fuck he is so fucking hot and mysterious ..

it’s like every time you two talk, he’s observing you, taking in your pure unbridled beauty.

he’s utterly captivated by you and he is very blunt about it

he asks you questions about your daily schedule and little rituals you do before exams or any big events. he tells you that you’re very interesting, and captivating in many ways.

he shows he likes you in the way he wants to understand each side of you. he wants to understand the inner workings of your mind, why you think the way you do, why you behave the way you do.

he could look at every single side of you, but he would never be finished studying you

you are a beautiful mystery to him and he wants to solve it, but he learns one thing and realizes there are endless things for him to learn

he writes all his observations on you in a journal so he never forgets, so he can make connections and understand the causes of your behavior and the reasons why you became who you are

he loves to learn about the beauty of humanity

and to him you are a shining example of that beauty

Rantaro Amami:

ah finally rantaro

he’s veryy chill about it, and i believe he would be super straightforward

he gets to know you, realizes you’re cool as hell, realizes he likes you, and then he just tells you

he takes it easy and just wants to sit with you

he’ll listen to you talk about your day or take you to movies so you can hang out

but he doesn’t get that nervous, he knows you’re cool and that he wants to be around you. simple as that

he does feel protective over you though, that’s why you would end up basically attached at the hip

not only does he just want to be around you because of his feelings, but he wants to make sure he’s there if you ever ever needed him

he’s chill asf but he wants to be there for you, and he’s prepared to stay with you in any time of need

so he’s just always with you, sitting across from you in restaurant booths or slyly putting his arm around you when you’re together on the couch

he doesn’t care about the how or why, he just knows he feels something for you

THATS ALL THANK YOU FOR READING LMAO <3 kisses you square on the lips

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