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all-shriveled-up · 2 years

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Hi hi! can I request headcannons for uppermoons 1 2 3 and 6 with a shy reader? Like would they tease or take advantage of their shyness ect? ty!

Hello and thanks for requesting! I really love this idea so here it is :D

Also I wasn’t sure if you meant Gyutaro or daki for number 6 so I just put them both! Hope you don’t mind!

I feel like he’d be more confused than anything.

In his eyes you’re perfect! You shouldn’t have any reasons to be shy!

If he were to be born in your body he would be nothing but proud! But he’ll never make fun of you for it.

You’re one of the only people who has ever gave him joy!

And since he doesn’t want you to leave him, he grows REALLY possessive.

And since he knows that you won’t speak up about it even if you were to recognize it, it continues.

But disregarding that, he’s surprisingly gentle.

He’s grown to have a soft spot for you in contrary to giving everyone else the cold shoulder.

But that’s not saying he won’t tease you just a little bit.

He’ll say some corny things to you just to get your classic flustered reactions.

It always works.

ALWAYS.

His favorite thing to do is fluster you when your face is pressed up against him in some way.

He loves being able to feel the temperature in your face gradually rise against his rough skin.

It’s a strange sensation but still.

“You really are the most beautiful work of art” kokushibo whispered in your ear, pulling you closer to his chest. He chuckled at the sudden temperature rise in your face. It pleasantly warmed up the exposes parts of his chest. “I love you, my dear” he sang admiringly. “I-i lov-love-lo-“ you were cut off by him shushing you, and simply pulling you under the blankets. The next thing you knew you were in a peaceful dream land.

A/n: sorry this is so corny lmao☠️

Oml this mf.

Hes a bastard.

LITERALLY NON STOP TEASING

"Oh sweet y/n~ why can't you look at me? Are you to embarrassed, hm?"

Hes like the type of guy to pop your booty anytime you bend over.

He's honestly a satanist, an it definitely shows through when you're with him.

If he feelin a lil goofy he'll just randomly bite your collar bone, sometimes hard enough to draw blood.

He loves hearing you squeal anytime he does it. It gives him a feeling of full control over you. Almost as you are nothing but a measly pet, only here to satisfy his... Needs

But he also spoils you rotten with his followers offerings so it aint so bad.

Sometimes he'll ask you to just hit him.

Just randomly!

You'll be like ????

His excuse is normally like "i just wanna feel my beloved's hand on me~"

as soon as he says that, he watches as you slowly turn red and hide your face in your hands.

He especially loves sleeping with you though.

He compliments you on how warm you are all snuggled up against him.

He'd definitely be into public humiliation, just to see how you react. So he uses his cult to his advantage.

"Mmmmh.." you here him groan while shuffling next to you. He turned back to face you, pulling you closer. "You're so warmm..." he mewled. He began to wrap his arms completely around you. "Imagine if one of my followers were to walk in on us being so intimate..." he began. "I bet your face would be so adorable.." he said nuzzling you "p-please no.." you pleaded as he chuckled quite loudly. You were pretty sure he wouldn't go through with the subtle threat, but its douma you're with so you never know.

Ok so completely opposite to kokushibo, he CAN understand why you’re shy

It's not because he thinks you’re ugly! That couldn’t be farther from it!

He knows you aren’t the strongest, and being in a world full of demons, that’s not the safest. So he can understand why you’re shy!

It also gives him a sense of pride knowing you trust him to protect you though!

He'll ask you to spar with you with the sole intent of helping you get stronger!

He thinks its adorable anytime you look away from him after he compliments you!

He just loves how domestic you are.

Hes probably asked you multiple times if you would've wanted to settle down with him if he wasn't a demon.

He would never admit to it, especially douma, but he's REALLY soft around you.

Like you just doing the smallest things for him could leave him puty.

After his battle with rengoku he began to rant to you about how strong he would've been if he accepted his deal.

It was really cute how passionate he was about the topic.

Hes grateful that you took the time out of your day to actually listen to him.

So what does he do with that greatfulness?

He asks you to spar.

"Ok y/n...come at me!" he yells across the field. You charge at him with no intent of actually hurting him just poking him with the stick thats currently in your hand. Once you close the distance hes starting to dodge, but awfully slow. He was clearly holding back. By a lot. As you keep on jabbing your stick towards him, his smile never breaks. After a while of constant movement, he noticed you were getting tired. If only you had infinite stamina like him, but alas you did not. Just as you took your last swing he grabbed the stick, pulled you to the ground with him, and layed you in his lap. "Great work today, dear" at that point you were looking everywhere but at him, trying to hide your creeping redness as he cooed at you.

She literally bullies you.

No mercy just straight roasts.

For example, say you blushed from eye contact or something.

She'll be like "somone as ugly as you shouldn't blush from meer eye contact"

You know she doesn't mean it, but it still hurts man!

She knows shes pretty, and she loves seeing other people fluster at her, but she feels weird whenever you do it, thus making her act out rather rudely.

Maybe its because she finds you beautiful, but she hates it!

Unfortunately the relationship would be pretty toxic if you weren't able to recognize and say something about her harsh words, so to spare you the heartbreak, lets say you mustered the courage to speak up about it.

"Do you mean the stuff you say.." you say slightly above a whisper. The room was quiet, filled with no one but you and your harsh speaking lover. You heard a barely noticeable gasp leave her lips. she started looking down at her feet visibly uncomfortable. "I... Well no i..." she didn't finish her sentence, she simply walked over to you and sat down next to you on the soft cot. As she bumped shoulders she said "you're not to bad y/n.." for once she gave you a genuine smile... Or more like a smirk but still!!"

He's literally obsessed with you.

No joke.

However he never understood why you got so flustered whenever he made a bold move.

He knows hes ugly, so he doesn't understand why.

Poor bby need a lot Reassurance.

Anytime you flush at his small actions it does boost his ego quite a bit.

While he’s not nearly as bad as douma (I don’t think anyone is) he will occasionally tease you.

Some small remarks such as:

“You’re so red y/n..do I make you that nervous?”

“Look at me y/n..I wanna see that beautiful red face of yours..”

Whichever it is it’s always followed by a passionate kiss.

One of his favorite things to do with you is to lay his head in your lap while you play with his hair.

He’s been made fun of by daki multiple times for it, but he couldn’t care less. His scalp always tingles afterwards!

“Nghh~” Gyutaro let out a throaty moan as you massaged his scalp, and occasionally messed with each individual strand of hair he had. "I'm glad that feels nice" you chuckled as you continued. Gyutaro eventually sat up, confusing you in the process. he closes the distance between the two of your faces giving you a very lazy kiss. Once he pulled back, you were a red tomato. He ignored your subconscious response. And wrapped his arms around your neck, and legs around your waist while he rested his head in the crook of your neck. "Mm.. Thank you" he purred in your ear. You almost passed out.

Special credits to my biffle for helping me fix my grammatical mistakes... There was a lot lmaoo.

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edxlive1982 · 4 years

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There are basically two types of people who watch Fashion TV. Men who like to ogle at half-naked women and a strange species called Fashion Designers. But since the latter consists of just 0.00000015 of the total population of the world, one can safely ignore them. Most people who watch FTV notice that it is more about nudity rather than about clothes. It is ironic, but what surprises me is that most people notice the irony. I mean, the world is quite topsy-turvy, but not many people notice that. But, I guess the reason people so easily see this fact so clearly, is because most of us exist primarily in our root chakras (For the uninitiated: root chakra is the lowest chakra that exists at the base of the spine and is responsible for our sex drive), so anything connected with flesh, is easily discerned and understood. As I said, the world is quite topsy-turvy: We have religions that are supposed to be about love, peace, compassion and harmony, but somehow manage to preach the opposite and drive people to kill, burn, destroy and rape in its name. We have schools and colleges, that are supposed to educate us, which instead keep us ignorant of real knowledge, while making us memorize useless facts (like – the battle of Panipat was fought in Panipat in the year 1789) We have complicated Judicial systems, where justice is often delayed, seldom delivered. We have medical systems, which try to keep us forever sick, instead of making us healthy. We have governments which instead of governing and protect us from looter, loot us through high taxes. 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[RF] [MF] A Trip To The Pond

I had always liked frogs.

When I was a bit smaller than I am now, my room was decorated with pictures of frogs.

Frogs, frogs, frogs.

Delightful little creatures that splash around in ponds all day saying “Ribbit.”

What more can I say to describe the beauty of my little green friends, the little men that were printed on my bed’s quilt covers. They assisted in keeping me warm at night “Thank you Froggies” I would whisper to them on the colder nights before drifting into sleep, knowing full well that were it not for my little pals keeping me warm, I would surely be shivering.

I cannot say exactly why I liked frogs, as I had not yet seen a frog in real life, being only a small child who lived quite far away from any delightful creature of that kind. And yet the smiles that were on their faces had so blessed me for many years.

Sometimes I had dreams about those lovely little creatures; their outlines would accompany them, their vibrant colours looked so pretty.

I would wake up from such dreams, and I would wish that one day my Mummy and Daddy could take me to a little pond to see the green little frogs. I would open my eyes and see the dreary colours that were so common to me in daily life. How I wished my life was as exciting as my dreams, only different from my real life due to the delightful presence of many frogs.

One morning I had just gotten out of bed and my mother set me down in front of the television so that I could watch TV for a little while before I got dressed.

It was then that I was introduced to Kermit, Kermit the Frog. I found myself to be quite a bit confused; Kermit’s puppet eyes looked so empty, nothing like those of the frogs that graced my quilt covers. His body was not so nice, so round as that of what I knew to be that of a Froggy. I did not like puppets. I could not help but feel that they were ugly, poor imitations of real things.

It was then that I began to cry. Look at what they had done to my lovely frogs, they had made them look so, so, so awful! The shade that was cast upon the puppet seemed imperfect, where as the unburdened perfection of my frogs, the ones I knew as a matter of fact to be true, did seem so appealing to the eyes.

And so my mummy turned off the television, and helped me to get into my clothes so that we could visit daddy. I always looked forward to seeing daddy, and I know that mummy did too. He hadn’t been feeling very well, and so he was spending a little while in the hospital. I didn’t worry, of course, mummy assured me that he would get all better and that everything would be back to normal soon enough. I knew from the way she looked at me that she really meant it, but she never seemed quite sure when daddy would be able to come home.

He never seemed sick when we visited. Not sick at all. It made me wonder why he was there in the first place. When he saw me and mummy he would smile and smile. I would show him all of my colouring in and tell him what I had been doing at daycare. They didn’t want us to go outside at daycare all that much, but we did do a lot of painting, and sometimes we would be let out to go on the play equipment for a little while. We were allowed to bring our toys and books if we liked.

But I always wanted to go outside, even when it was raining. I wanted to go far away to play with the animals. There weren’t any animals where I lived, just buildings and cars and books.

“Do they let you go outside?” I asked daddy.

He shook his head. No.

“Why not?” I asked. He smiled for a moment and then spoke.

“They don’t want us getting anyone sick.”

This made sense to me. I always wondered why me and mummy were allowed to see him so often if we could get sick as well, but I trusted that daddy would not get us sick.

Everyday we had to leave so that daddy could take medicine and speak to the doctor about how he was feeling. Mummy would always smile and give him a big hug before leaving.

One day Daddy would be all better and we would play with the frogs. Daddy was still sick when one day Mummy and I went on a big drive through the countryside. To visit daddy, she said. The hospital was only a little while away from our house, so i did not know why we went on the drive.

It was raining, it was very muddy along the roads that we drove.

Squelch squelch squelch. I was in the back seat strapped in, nice and warm and safe. Suddenly, while driving along, there was a splash and the car stopped. So mummy got out and looked.

She told me we were stuck in a puddle!

“How will we get out?” I knew mummy would think of something.

“I’m not sure yet,” she sighed. “I might have to call someone.”

So we waited for a little while. I read a nice book called “The Wind and the Willows” It reminded me a lot of where we were, and I thought that if we were lucky, we might see some animals, maybe even some frogs.

Mummy talked on the telephone for a little while and then hung up. She said that someone would be around soon to help us, but she needed to do something for a little while. I had to stay here, she would be back in a little while.

And so she left, she vanished into the trees along the road.

The thought occurred to me after a little while that I could maybe have a little look for some animals. And so I did, but it would only be a little while. I undid my seatbelt and went for a little walk.

The trees looked a bit darker when I got really deep into the forest. After a little while I found a little pond with some stones. I took a few steps closer and then I slipped. My foot made a loud squeaking sound and I fell right onto the ground, my back was covered in mud and I felt yucky.

And then something jumped onto my stomach.

I quivered and squealed as I felt its weight pressing me to the ground. What is it? A huge monster with wet, sickly green skin and a body that was wet and slimy. I screamed and screamed. I hoped that mummy would hear me so she could come and rescue me.

The creature rearranged itself, it turned around to look at me. It had lifeless eyes, and its mouth curled so that it looked like it was very angry at me. It made the most horrible noise, and it wouldn’t stop. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be with mummy and daddy. I wanted to see the nice little frogs.

I heard splashes behind me, and then I recognized mummy’s voice. She yelled when she saw the monster and she made it get off, it scampered off into the pond. She hugged me, she had been looking all over for me. I said I'm so sorry. She looked like she had been crying a lot, and when she carried me back to the car I noticed that she smelt like smoke.

The woman had come to fix the car, and she left. Mummy put me in a new set of clean clothes and then strapped me back in. I had been shivering, but now I was nice and warm again.

And so we drove for a long time. I slept for a little while and had a dream that I met some frogs at the river when I was with mummy and daddy, and they smiled at me while they danced on their lily pads. They all looked so very, very nice.

I woke up after a little while.

“Mummy when are we getting there? I want to see daddy.”

I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks and I was very to see him.

My book had fallen down the side of the car seat, I noticed.

“Soon, soon.” She put her hands over her face.

Shouldn’t she be driving? I thought as I looked out the window.

We had stopped. I wasn’t sure why. I had a look outside again.

There were a lot of stones in a big garden. It didn’t look very nice.

I looked down at the floor to look for my book so I could read, but then I decided I didn’t want to read anymore about frogs.

I just wanted to see Daddy

In due time, my old blanket was too old to keep me warm. I had outgrown it, and when my mother asked if I wanted to keep it, I said that I didn’t. She seemed to be more attached to it than I was. I suppose it was because of all the nightmares it had been giving me for quite some time.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and feel a massive weight on my chest, but I know not to open my eyes, because it’s only a dream.

Just a dream.

I never really finished the Wind and the Willows. A bit later into my schooling I was required to read it, but I neglected it. Sometimes I was like that in school. If there was a project that I didn’t want to do, I would ignore what the teacher was saying and draw at the back of the classroom. Sometimes she would get a bit mad, like when I had made no attempt to make a presentation on the water cycle. Other times she seemed less angry and more understanding, and suggested that I do some reading instead. I never complained, at least I didn’t have to waste my time doing those little holiday projects for Christmas and Father’s day.

I drew a lot even as I went into highschool, and then continued when I dropped out. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, but I don’t think it’s drawing. It takes my mind off of things, and it looks nice. My mother has grown old, and she spends too much money on cigarettes. I don’t think i’m going to last forever without a proper job, but what can I do?

This evening, I started a new project. A cartoon. A round dining room table surrounded by three chairs. Steaming mugs of tea and coffee warm the frosty room. I made a note to illustrate the lines of steam in a flowery way, unlike the mass of heavy fog that stood right outside the window in the wet garden. Since it had been raining, a pond had appeared in the backyard. This, I thought, contrasted nicely with the tidiness of the dining room and made it look all the more cozy. All the more homely.

I put my pencil down as I had reached the point that all good artists are familiar with in their own special way, the intuitive understanding of when a work is complete when some part of them still wants to add something. It was perfect, and my instinct told me that, but it did always feel like something was missing, like some step in the artistic process had been missed.

Author's Note: Feel free to provide feedback or to make fun of my work in a constructive manner. Please feel free to share if you would like, but I ask that you provide a credit.

Thanks.

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