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everlasting-rainfall · 5 months

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Hi I’m all caught in the manga and I just had to know , what are your thoughts/hcs on yandere gear 5 Luffy 👀 love to hear your thoughts (sorry if that was a spoiler it wasn’t my intention to spoil it for u )

Also hi hope your doing ok and happy holidays 💗🥰

🌸anon

Oh happy holidays to you too, Darling! I’ve been well if you don’t count the occasional crying breakdown here and there but I hope that you’re doing well too just without the breakdown crying part!

Also don’t worry, you didn’t spoil anything for me!

Anyways enough about me, I’m not gonna lie that I really like Luffy’s Gear 5th form like it’s absolutely terrifying but in a good way. I’ve actually been laughing occasionally about the idea of Gear 5 activating when Luffy was about to be eaten by the Sea King as a kid as I think that’s a bit funny like suddenly Gear 5 child!

Terrifying to imagine but also kinda funny if you think about the chaos that would ensure

Anywho before I get too far off track, let’s get into it!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

SPOILERS FOR GEAR 5, Kidnapping, Stalking, Near Destruction of an Island, Heavy Size Difference, NSFW at the bottom

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly with your request, let’s pretend that Luffy is always in Gear 5 mode as that will make this easier for me to write like there’s no such thing as turning it off now that he’s activated it

I feel like catching the attention of Monkey D. Luffy in the sense of him being a Yandere is already bad enough but what makes it worse is the idea that he can’t turn it off anymore and I feel like when it comes to this form, his emotions are amplified

The best example that I can give for what I mean is like if Luffy was already a Yandere then these tendencies have been amplified big time like if he’s willing to pick a fight with the World Government over Robin right now then now he’s willing to completely demolish anything that even vaguely threatens his crew now

Doesn’t even matter if it’s like he doesn’t actually know if said person wants to hurt his crew like let’s say that someone like knocks over Chopper while they’re running causing him to get hurt just a little bit. Unless the crew can convince him not to or manage to distract him then that person is done for

Also you’d think that dealing with Luffy raiding the fridge would be a pain in the ass now, yeah? It still is but if Luffy has any feelings buried deep down for some of his crewmates then Gear 5 has brought it up to the surface

So Luffy might be able to be distracted from raiding the fridge through a little something from Sanji like a kiss or something but that might result in Sanji having a hard time walking without a small limp for a good while afterwards but whatever keeps them from starving at sea

Chopper definitely gets Platonic Yandere’d to hell and back like he’s basically kind of acting like a dad, I’d say that you should probably check Luffy’s temperature as he’s actually being a semi responsible parent like telling him to eat healthy and not really allowing him to go off anywhere alone

As for if he had an S/O in this form like if you were dating Luffy before he awakened Gear 5? I’d recommend just honestly getting ready to never be out of his sight like you’re gonna get up to head to another room and he’s already getting up to follow you

He’ll be following you just about anywhere that he can and if I’m right then he’s much bigger in that form too, yeah? So let’s say that he can change his size and when he’s all big then chances are that if he doesn’t like what things look like then he’ll just pick you up and stuff you in his pocket for a while

What better way to keep you safe than to keep you right with him after all? Although even as much as you tell him that a battle with another pirate crew is not enough of a reason to shove you in his pocket, it’s not like he’s gonna listen

Much like with any Yandere too, don’t even think of attempting to escape as not only is he impossible to escape even without Gear 5 but now he can literally just lift the roof of any building that you’re hiding in and grab you like he’s playing with a dollhouse

I wouldn’t recommend at all turning yourself into the Marines to escape him either as that just sparks one hell of a frenzy, you thought that doing this sort of thing before Gear 5 was bad? You ain’t seen nothing yet…

If it wasn’t for the others then he would probably unintentionally destroy the whole damn island alongside the Marine base just to get you back especially if the Marines have roughed you up

You cant fight him either, that goes without saying so it’s really better to just do as the rest of the crew has and accept that this is your new life being watched over by an extremely possessive sun god who refuses to let anything happen to any of you…

I’d also recommend getting used to being in Luffy’s bed… Lord knows that when that man fucks you now, it’s gonna be a marathon that leaves you unable to think straight with legs so numb that you’re certain you’ll never regain feeling in them…

Honestly though imagine him being absolutely gigantic and playing with your body like you’re some kind of doll, imagine like laying in one of his hands while a single fingertip of his rubs at the area between your legs or he tries to give you oral but just winds up licking your whole body

It probably isn’t the worst thing but it’s not pleasant although let’s hope that he never wants to stick his dick in you while he’s big like this as you’ll be stretched to absolute hell and back… Like I legitimately think that you’d need either a wheelchair afterwards or a mobility aid for the rest of your life…

#the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #yandere male #Yandere Monkey D. Luffy #Yandere Luffy

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zlebooks · 1 year

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12 — childe’s homemade lunch

brisk walking through the halls of the school, you try to catch your breath after participating in a literal marathon from your home to your campus.

that’s what you get for sleeping through three alarms and taking your time texting yoimiya.

as you squint through the windows to see if the teacher is already in, you catch a glimpse of childe right outside your class’ door, presumably waiting for you.

“there you are!” he greets you shushedly, not missing the beat to wave his hand.

walking towards him with your eyebrows scrunched, you ask, “what are you doing here?”

“i know, but what am i supposed to do with it?”

“take it and eat it.”

if the cars themed lunch box isn’t the most ridiculous thing that has happened this morning, him offering you lunch is.

“yeah but why? is this laced with poison or something?”

childe puts a hand on his chest, feigning hurt as if your words actually hurt him.

“first, i’m offended that you think of me that way,”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes,

you give the man an unamused look, basically telling him you weren’t buying it.

childe sighs exaseratedly, his shoulders relax, slumping as if he gave up keeping up the facade around you. the ginger blows a raspberry, conceding in the mental battle.

“can you help me practice later?”

“no.”

“please? i cooked the family recipe just for you,” he drawls out the second sentence, waving the bag in the air in an attempt to attract you with it.

“i was so tired yesterday that i slept through my alarms.”

“i promise it’s menial work this time! you’ll just pass me some balls to hit.”

“still a no.”

childe clasps his hands together, knees partially bent as he practically begs you to help him. “just this one time again? besides seeing how you’re almost late to your class, i bet you didn’t get to bring your own lunch.”

“i can buy from the canteen.”

“the canteen food sucks ass and you know it.” childe states a matter of factly, and you feel your eye twitch.

while you’re sure the cafeteria is doing its best to supply a large amount of food due to high demand, you can’t help but complain at their meals tasting like dust. really, if you wanted to choke on airy crumbs, you would have eaten your mother’s homemade polvoron.

“fine. you got me.”

childe visibly lights up at this.

“yes! thank you so so much, i promise this tastes better than what you could ever imagine!” the older expresses his gratitude, before finally handing you the cars themed lunch bag. the bundle felt heavy in your hands, peeking into it you see an insulated food jar and your mouth waters thinking about how good it will taste when still hot.

finally looking up at the male, you school your expression to turn into a serious one. he doesn’t need to know that you’re basically salivating at the thought of food (with him cooking said food)— his head was big enough already.

“i should probably go before my teacher enters the class.” you say curtly, looking through the windows just as you did before to confirm that your subject teacher is nowhere to be found.

“oh right. i should get going too, i might be late for my own class.”

before you could scold the older for being irresponsible despite literally being in the student council, he’s already gone like the wind. you end up shrugging, not really knowing what to do but to enter your own.

you take another glance at the lunch bag you’re holding and as you stare at the vibrant reds and the toothy grin that lightning mcqueen dons, you can’t help but to think of the teasing that might come from your classmates.

it doesn’t matter— you had the stainless steel lunch box anyway. who was really winning?

love equation [ prev / masterlist / next ]

embarrassed by your three year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either help with your lie or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.

FEATURING: childe x she/her!reader, a little bit of zhongli x reader, other genshin impact characters! (they are too many to list)

fun facts

the lunch box childe gave you was originally teucer’s.

you’re a classic cramming student trying to get through high school!

yoimiya is in a different section from kokomi

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coro-chan6 · 9 months

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Somehow Supernatural

Summary: What happens when you somehow end up in the Supernatural universe? What happens when you're somehow special in the Supernatural universe? Read on to see the chaos that ensues.

Warnings: poc!character, gn!character, teen!character, heavy cursing, Winchester madness, Dean needs a warning just for himself

Word Count: 2018

Chapter One: What The Fuck and Where The Fuck

Do you ever feel like time is going slow? I usually don’t because I’m a fast-paced type of person, but lately, I’ve felt like time has come to a standstill. It feels like my 10th-grade year ended three months ago when it’s only been three weeks. I feel like I haven’t seen my friends in 2 weeks and not the mere two days that it actually has been.

I don’t know why my world feels like it’s spinning at half the speed it usually does. Maybe it’s because I’m excited? In August, I’ll start my junior year. My first year in high school that I’ll be an upperclassman. Maybe I’m happy at the prospect of almost being done with high school. Or… is time not going by because I’m not having fun? I haven’t been completely bored, but it hasn’t been the best summer I’ve ever experienced.

Is there something waiting for me in the near future? Did my world slow because I have something to look out for?

I know this sounds really dramatic. Some 16-year-old goof with an overactive imagination. Perhaps that’s it… but something in me can’t let it go.

Welcome to my thoughts! They never end, even when I’m asleep. They take me down dark and gorey paths and also wildly stupid would-never-happen-in-a-million-years paths as well. All this shit in my mind flying around at lightspeed is probably why I’m such a good writer. Or, at least I think I’m a good writer. And my mom, but do moms really count?

I come up with things that are unique and cool. Because I’m a unique and cool person. I don’t know who I’m talking to but I feel like I’m talking to someone so instead of letting you suffocate in the hornets nest that is my mind, I’ll introduce myself.

I’m… actually I don’t want you to know my name, but I’ll tell you other things. I’m 16 and I like anime, and colorful stuff, and reading, and writing, and basically anything. I’m flexible like that. I can deal with people until I run out of battery like most introverted people. I have a severe superiority complex that I like to pretend isn’t a thing, but it’s definitely a thing. It doesn’t affect how I interact with people, but since you’re in my head, um, you’ll see all of it. I thought I’d give you a heads-up.

Anyway, what are you doing in my head? Who are you? It may be my superiority complex talking here but… am I some special being that’s about to save the universe or something?

…I’ll take your silence as a no.

Could you talk to me though? It’d make me feel much less lonely and a lot less crazy.

…

Oh my god, what am I doing? There’s no one in my head. There’s no one listening to my thoughts. I am quite literally just a goofy teenager that thinks they’re gonna gain superpowers but, let’s be honest, what I really gained was a mental illness.

That’s what this is, isn’t it? I have split personalities like Tobias Hankel in Criminal Minds. Am I gonna start killing people because my alter ego demands it of me? Am I gonna go to prison? I know I’ve talked huge crap about how tough I am to my friends, but I would be deluding myself if I thought I could survive prison. I would be eaten alive!

Wake up!

Be so hilariously for real! I am so awake I can see the words spinning around in my head. I’m so awake that I could pinch my arm - when I find it - and it would hurt as much as my self-harm! I am awake!

…

Okay, I can’t find my arm. I know I said I would so I could pinch it, but I look down to where my arm should be and there’s nothing there but black. And I’m not saying that because I’m black because I’m not. All black people are brown, let’s get real. It’s a dark ass void. Like, a space of complete emptiness.

Maybe I’m not as awake as I thought I was.

Wake up!

Dude, I’m trying! It has never been this hard for me to wake up in my life. Even when I was having those dreams about that tall, gnarly-handed fucker chasing me around I still had an out. I had that key that I would find and it would wake me up. And, yes, that sounds like the most made-up shit in existence, but those are my dreams. They’re a fucking acid trip.

“Wake up!” Hold on just a second… I’ve heard that voice before. It’s familiar, at least.

Not my mom, not my dad, not either of my brothers, none of my friends sound like that. It’s kinda looking like I don’t know this eerily familiar voice and I’m making shit up to sound cool, but I’m not!

I feel someone shaking my shoulders like I’ve pissed them off or something. I would have been upset, but the feeling in my shoulders means I have to have arms! Right?

“Wake up! I did not hit you that hard!” They continued to shake me like I was a fucking snow globe, “You better not be messing with me, dude!”

The dark void and my thoughts that I could see as words in front of me were starting to fade away. After they did, I was kinda hoping that I could’ve stayed in the darkness forever. I mean, if this was a dream - and it definitely was - this was one of the most realistic ones I’ve had. So realistic that it was practically rude.

The image that replaced the void was a face. A face that I never thought I’d see except for on my calendar and TV. If I wasn’t going batshit crazy, I was seeing the Dean Winchester leaning over me as I was laid out flat on… hardass concrete?

“I swear I taught you how to avoid that move weeks ago. Where’s your head?” My head, Mr Dean Winchester sir is still trying to grasp the fact that you are a living, breathing, hunk of a man that is occupying the same space as me.

My mouth opened and closed like a brainless goldfish until I finally managed to word, “What the fuck?”

Dean looked taken aback. It was the type of face you’d give someone when they do something unexpected and I curse all the fucking time. This shouldn’t be surprising to him. Plus, he shouldn’t even know me in the first place!

“Where the fuck and what the fuck?” I sounded like a psychopath. Wording wasn’t going very well for me right now.

“Okay, let’s get you off the floor, and then we can talk about any brain damage you may or may not have gotten,” The next thing I knew, Dean’s firm arms were wrapped around my torso and my world expanded from just his face to… a storage closet room thing?

There were those old-looking boxes that looked like fake wood but were really plastic stacked all over the room on various shelves. Toward the edge of the floor-to-ceiling concrete room was an opening through the shelves that seemed to go into another room. In the center of the room we were in - I know, a lot to keep track of - there was a white-painted demon star thing. Dean sat me in the chair that was presumably moved from the middle of the demon star.

“What the hell is going on with you right now?” Dean was now crouched in front of my chair staring at me with half-worried eyes.

“Dean…” I started.

“Yes?”

“Where the flying fuck am I?” His half-worried expression went to full-blown worry in a split second.

“Does your head hurt?” He tried to feel the back of my skull but I quickly shifted away from him, “What’s wrong? Why are you acting like you don’t know where you are?”

“Because I don’t know where I am! I’m not stupid enough to think I’m actually in the bunker!”

Dean looked as confused as I felt, “Kid, you are in the bunker.”

“And you’re Dean Winchester,” I scoffed, “You may look like him, but that’s kinda impossible.”

I know I said it was impossible, but remember that superiority complex I mentioned earlier? It kept making this whole situation more believable the longer I sat here looking at what looked like Dean Winchester and made me think I was here to save the universe or some shit.

…look, man, I can’t help it!

“I’m getting Cas,” Dean huffed and turned to see the angel himself standing behind him. He let out an inhuman squawk of surprise that I wasn’t gonna let him forget before he reprimanded Castiel for probably the umteenth time for sneaking up on him.

“Dean,” Castiel said in his monotone voice, interrupting the hunter from his lecture, “Their energy is off.”

Dean quickly turned back to look at me before responding to Castiel, “What do you mean off?”

“It shifted. Like they’re like a whole different person.”

“May I interject?” I said… interjecting, “I don’t know who the fuck you knew before, but I am definitely not them. I’ve never met either of you in my entire life.”

“And they’re not a demon, Dean,” Castiel spoke up when he noticed Dean reaching for something - probably a knife - in his pocket. I owed Castiel one. I was not trying to get stabbed today.

“If they’re not a demon,” Dean stopped reaching for his weapon but was still tense, “Then what are they?”

Castiel and Dean both turned to me thinking I knew what the fuck was going on. I’m just as confused as you two!

“Well, my name is Jenny.”

“Don’t lie or I’ll be forced to look through your mind,” Castiel threatened.

“Maybe you should do that anyway,” Dean stated.

“No!” My voice cracked as I tried to keep my cool, “My real name is Casey. I’m a quirky 16-year-old from the barren land of the Quakers and I don’t mean any harm. I mean, look at me. Do you really believe I could do any harm?”

“They do have a point,” Dean said, “They’ve always been kinda skinny and noodly.”

His saying that made me look down at my body. I was wearing a plain red T-shirt with dark blue jeans and cringe-looking sneakers. I did look pretty skinny. My body - which was most definitely not this one - was more muscular than skinny. I also didn’t have hair scratching at my neck because I cut it when I was 13, but with this person's body, my hair was down to my shoulders. At least I was still my beautiful, golden brown skin tone.

“So… can I get up now or…?” I don’t know if it was a conscious thing or not, but Dean and Castiel had blocked my escape from my chair with their bodies. If I wanted to get up, I would have to push them, and I didn’t want to break the very thin layer of trust we had built up with my cooperation.

They seemed to have a whole conversation in their mind - maybe they did, I don’t know the extent of angel shit - before they eventually gave me space to stand.

I stood. Honestly, I thought I was going to fall over for some reason, but I didn’t. My new, skinny body did what it was told and stayed upright.

“Okay,” I smiled, “Where’s Sam?”

“How the hell do you know Sam? And how did you know my name?” Dean was still a bit suspicious of me. Telling him that he was part of a TV show I watched during COVID would probably make me sound crazy so I just went with:

“It’s a long story.”

Dean squinted his eyes at me as if he could actually see if I was telling the truth or not then, let out a huff, “Fine, come on. We’re going to the meeting room for a meeting.”

Oh boy.

AN: First chapter of my new series. Really excited to see how it goes! I have a bunch of chapters already written. I might post one every week. Hope you enjoyed!

#my oc stuff #supernatural #deanwinchtser #sam winchester #oc character #nonbinary #spn fanfic #spn fandom #spnfandom #superpowered oc #dean x castiel #castiel #teen!reader #dean winchester #samwinchester #alternate universe #poc!oc

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redcarat · 2 years

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐 : 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

summary : Mingyu convinces you to model for one of is projects and then one thing leads to another. genre : College!au , fwb to lovers , mutual pining , Smut!! , Angst pairing : fashion student!mingyu x STEM!reader warning : mentions of sex , making out , swearing A/n : so i am back from the dead ...sorry for being gone for long but now im back...hope ya'll enjoy ...MINORS DNI .. <33

Mingyu’s mornings are basically bitter coffees and scrambling through magazines to find outfit inspo for class . He , Minghao and Seokmin share an apartment together . Minghao , also a fashion major, scrolls through his phone and Seokmin plays a match on his Nintendo smash.

“Hey Seok…” mingyu muttered while sipping his black coffee mentally preparing himself for what he was about to say before he got a simple hmm for seokmin who was working through a Mario kart round with Olympian-like intensity . “ do you think y/n would model for me if I asked her ?” mingyu rushed through the question with as much obliviousness as he could muster….silence....

Now both Minghao and Seokmin turned around to face him , Seokmin’s game had stopped and Minghao almost dropped his phone . “Since when have you been into her ?” he rubs his eyes expecting some stupid excuse waiting in Mingyu's brain .

“I'm not into her…I'm just interested in her” mingyu was now shifting around in the kitchen waiting for the clock to strike 9 so he could leave this mess and run away to the comfort of his studio .

“That's what you say all the time..” Minghao said breaking the silence …”each and the next moment they end up in your bed” Seokmin added , standing up .

“She lives rights across us” mingyu started reasoning

“And that makes her qualified for modeling …?” Minghao snatched the half eaten croissant from Mingyu's hand

“I see her everyday…she's pretty hot '' Mingyu grabbed his stuff and headed towards the door.

Mingyu doesn't see it but seokmin and Minghao look at each other having a whole conversation silently and get up to prepare for a house party .

"Would you want to model for me ?" Mingyu said, Getting closer to you on the beat up couch ."i bet you'd look really hot in an outfit I made" he added on in an attempt to persuade you. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Mingyu was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—"

"I get it .Thank you ...I'll think about it" you interrupted him , because how on earth were you supposed to react when he was blatantly flirting with you ? You held on to his shoulders with the very little will power you had left in you preventing him from getting any closer . It would be a lie to say that you didn't want to pull him in , make out with him and run away in shame .

“did'ya think about it yet?” Mingyu grinned, putting his hand on yours and removing them from his shoulders . When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it's totally cool if you don't want to do it , well it would ruin this vision i had and—”

"I'LL DO IT !!"....fuck.....

Terrible horrible idea…..but then again you were pretty bored and wanted to step out of your comfort zone . Obviously you won't sleep with him , you’ll just try some , pose and he’ll take a few pictures . It's for a project ; and you’re being a good friend . But you two weren't even that much of friends ; he was just a boy next doo—

“Really! Well, let's go to my room. I'll take your measurements. '' Mingyu pulls you lightly by the hand in the direction of his room . you gulped …its final

Mingyu kept running his hands all around your body , your back , your shoulders or maybe that was in your head …your heart was thumping , muscles tightening up . you wondered if he felt it too. “You're too stiff …loosen up” he said stroking your back …he did feel it . Now Mingyu was directly in front of you and you couldn't hold yourself back from looking up at him. The ambient lights of the room glimmering in your room . He was focused on his work, maybe that added to the feeling of a whirlpool forming in your stomach .

He finally looked at you, understanding the secret message you tried to tell him . “Is this position making you uncomfortable ?” “No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. mingyu followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.”

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” mingyu teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Mingyu was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.” You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave? No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

Mingyu raised one of his eyebrows. “Hmm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “I want you to tell me if you want me to stop or not ….no hard feeling …promise “ he came even closer to you if that was even possible This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. He smiled at you knocking your breath out and proceeded to give you the most impatient , sloppy kiss ...it was all teeth and spit .

Mingyu picked you up without breaking away for a second and placed you on his bed, pausing to look at you “you’re just full of surprises aren't you..”

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twilightmalachite · 1 year

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Hinata Aoi - Daybreak Heliolite 1

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Hinata, Wataru, Leo, Anzu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: meteorgreen

"(…There has to be something, but… everything that comes to mind reminds me more of 2wink than it does of me…?)"

Season: Autumn

Location: Cafe COCHI

⚠️ This chapter is not yet JP Proofread!

Hinata: I had no idea that coming up with our personalized outfits would be such a pain…

You were surprised too, right, Anzu-san? We came up with our ideas completely separately, yet they were still identical, save for the colors![1]

But doesn’t this also mean that Yuuta-kun and I’s minds are connected? Could this mean we’re always communicating~? ♪

…Kidding, kidding~. I’ve got to start over from scratch, so it’s no time to be joking around.

After all, our last attempt was a failure. We weren’t able to turn our own uniqueness, those characteristics only we have, into a personalized outfit.

Now that I’ve had time to think on it, I know that, of course, I want it to be something that’ll make my fans happy…

And Yuuta-kun happy, too. We wanna make something that will make us both say, “Wow! It suits you perfectly!”

And that’s why I decided to reach out to you, Anzu-san! I’m sure right now, Yuuta-kun’s doing his best to come up with something, too.

I bet he’s all hyped up over the thought of being able to wear something different than his Aniki… So I gotta hype myself up too, and get to work!

Basically, a personalized outfit means having something tailored for me, right? Not like a 2wink unit outfit; something for me and only me.

So if it doesn’t scream “Aoi Hinata” at first glance, it’s no good…?

(Hmm… Figuring out what makes me “me” is surprisingly hard. “Bright, flashy, and cunning!” maybe?)

(No, no, that sounds like 2wink’s introduction on the official site. I’ve built up a stronger identity for myself over time.)

(…There has to be something, but… everything that comes to mind reminds me more of 2wink than it does of me…?)

Ah, sorry, Anzu-san. I’ve made you come all the way here, but I’m mulling over everything on my own anyways—

Wataru: On behalf of Miss Anzu, greetings! It is I, your very own Wataru Hibiki...☆

Hinata: Wh… Whaa?! Hibiki-senpai?!

What’re you doing here? No, I mean—wasn’t Anzu-san in that seat just a second ago?! Where’d she go…

Wataru: Why, right behind you, of course. Go ahead, go on and look and see for yourself!

Hinata: Behind me…?

Leo: Wahahah, now the one pretending to be Anzu is me! Uchuu~☆

Hinata: Uwah!? Now she’s Tsukinaga-senpai?!

…Wait, she’s back in the seat across from me again. She doesn’t look like she was expecting to be teleported around…

Wataru: Wonderful reactions, both of you~♪ A pinch of wonder was just what we needed to spice up this rendez-vous, don’t you think?

Leo: You call that a pinch~? I can’t imagine what would happen if you spiced it all up beyond recognition, then…♪

Hinata: Glad you’re getting a thrill out of this, but… What brings you guys to COCHI?

Leo: I’d collapsed from hunger, but Wataru found me and picked me up! I was lost in composing and hadn’t eaten anything in a while, so…

Wataru: And thus, when I brought His Majesty to this cafe for food, I encountered you and Anzu-san.

Leo: Y’see, I got all curious ‘bout what you two were talking about~! Personalized outfits, was it?

Hey, if you two are having trouble, how ‘bout you try askin’ me and Wataru?

Hinata: You guys are willing to help me with my personalized outfit…?

Umm… I do think you guys are amazing senpai, so I appreciate the offer, but…

Why’re you offering to help me? I’m not a junior in either of you guys’ units, and it’s not like we share the same agency or attend the same circles…

Wataru: You wish to know why?

Hinata: Yep. And Anzu-san looks like she wants to know too!

Riiiight, Anzu-san?

Leo: …Ooh, Anzu’s nodding to your words!

Hm… The reason’s nothing profound, really. We wanna help a junior out with their personalized outfit!

Hinata: …Ok, and…?

Wataru: Other than Anzu-san, most people turn to fellow unit members, close friends, or perhaps a dependable senior when they have trouble with this outfit, no?

But, alas! We have yet to have anybody turn to us for help~!

When Tomoya-kun was at his wit’s ends, I only just happened to be there to meddle in his affairs!

Leo: I thought I helped with Mittsu’s outfit… but after thinking about it, all he did was just ask me about superstars, really~!

I didn’t even know about Suo~ and Naru’s outfit designs ‘til after they were finished! Well, luckily, the outfits suit ‘em both perfectly, though! ♪

Hinata: Hmmm… So basically, it really is just as you said earlier—you really just wanna help a junior with their personalized outfit, huh?

Although it’s beyond me why you want me to be that junior… Alrighty!

Please, help me create my very own personalized outfit!

Leo: Didja hear that, Wataru?! Hinata’s letting us help him out! ♪

Wataru: Fufufu, now, allow us to make all your troubles magnificently disappear…☆

Hinata: …Hmm? Anzu-san, what’s up?

Is this ok with me? Yeah, ‘course it is! It’s not every day you get to receive advice from Hibiki-senpai and Tsukinaga-senpai, don’tcha think?

They’re the ones who approached us, so I say let’s go for it!

I’ll get to hang out with my seniors and maybe get to know ’em better too…♪

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A scene from Twilight Malachite, Yuuta’s feature scout story. I recommend reading it before reading this story! Here’s a link to the story.

#hinata aoi #wataru hibiki #leo tsukinaga #scout #daybreak heliolite #translation #anzu

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quodekash · 1 year

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well that episode was freaking SOMETHING

Gun in Tinn’s imagination is always the funniest thing

WHY WAS POR’S OVERNIGHT BAG SO FULL

Also I thought that now they’ve both confessed we wouldn’t get anymore Tinn imagination scenes but we still get them and I deeply appreciate it because they’re so freaking funny

TIW THOUGHT SOUND AND GUN WERE SECRETLY DATING AND I WAS FREAKING OUT COS SURELY HE DIDN’T ACTUALLY SEE THAT AND WAS TIW TRYING TO CREATE DRAMA AND WAS OUR BESTEST SHIPPING BOY STARTING TO BECOME NOT THE BESTEST but it was fine, he misread the situation, and Tinn barely changed the way he spoke to gun and they communicated and solved it quickly so it was fine

When the characters suddenly speak English, if only for a little bit, it’s so startling. Like stop. Stop speaking our disgusting language pls keep speaking your beautiful flowing poetic lovely language I prefer hearing that, English is so jarring. Like I’m so used to neung sawng saam see not oNe TwO tHrEe FoUr

they said they had to run through the rain. no one saw it rain. and also they surely smell like chlorine. how is everyone so STUPID?? (INCLUDING Tinn’s mum)

“I slept really well in class, I’m ready to pull an all-nighter!” Ah, the classic high school experience

about halfway through I was getting very angry cos we’d gotten like five seconds of Soundwin

but then immediately that thirst was quenched

also HOW WAS WIN PUTTING ON SOUND’S HELMET MORE INTIMATE THAN WHEN THEY LITERALLY BASICALLY KISSED??? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY??? I’m not complaining but HOW

“Save that hand to play guitar, let me be the hand for you” HOLY. BAJOOLIES.

WE FINALLY GOT THE MOTORBIKE SCENE

WIN WAS ACTUALLY BEING NICE TO SOUND AND SOUND WAS ACTUALLY GENUINELY HAPPY IN WIN’S PRESENCE

WIN FED SOUND WIN FED SOUND WIN FED SOUND

AND THE WAY HE DID IT- THEYRE LITERALLY JUST BOYFRIENDS AT THIS POINT

yes Tinn and gun you’re very cute and you’re the main characters and yadda yadda I love you but could we please get back to Soundwin????

“What musicians like me want the most ISNT advice or nice instruments. It’s the audience.” LUKE PATTERSON IS THAT YOU?

WIN OPENING AND CLOSING THE WATER BOTTLE FOR SOUND FJFJFJFJH

“I want to pee.” “Why are you telling me?” REFERENCES TO THE LAST EPISODE FJFJFJFHH

AND SOUND’S PURE ELATED SMILE- I CANT TAKE IT

“You want me to take you?” “I’m kidding. Thanks.” “How’s your wrist? Is it better?” “Why? Are you worried about me?” “…What? I’m worried about our band. I’m afraid you can’t play guitar.” “Don’t worry. I’m 100% fit to play. I got a very good caretaker.” “Of course. I’m a very good caretaker.” First of all: MY HEART! Second: they’ve never been so GENUINE with each other. Every time sound said a word, he was looking up at win, and pure joy, elation, happiness, ALL THOSE GOOD WORDS, were all over his face. He’s literally never been so smiley and happy, especially not in win’s presence. (My guess is he’s finally seeing that there’s a chance for his feelings to be reciprocated so he has hope and happiness and HE MAKES ME HAPPY OKAY?)

“let’s not waste all of the bbq pork we’ve eaten!” Out of context, that’s just a weird little quote. But if you’ve seen the show, it’s actually inspirational and lovely (i may go more into this another day)

HELL YEAH THEY GOT INTO THE NEXT ROUND OF HOT WAVE

they need to compose a new song which will be really difficult but it’s fine

I’d also just like to say real quick: I love guns mother with ALL MY SOUL. “*pinching his cheek* you did great, buttface” HOW IS SHE SUCH A PERFECT MOTHER??? AND THAT HUG. THAT WAS A PERFECT HUG.

this show may actually be the death of me.

I saw the nivea bottle. I smelt the sponsorship. And I made my predictions: Tinn was going to appear out of nowhere and clean gun’s face for him and they would have a sweet moment.

and then what happened? Exactly that.

and then they made it seem like they were FINALLY GOING TO KISS but it was only a flipping forehead kiss. Which like that’s fine I like forehead kisses they’re very cute but I got my hopes up for nothing

Tinngun’s hug at the end was a very nice hug

EPISODE 9 TRAILER

WE’RE FINALLY GETTING THE FREAKING BEACH SCENES AND I GENUINELY DONT KNOW IF ILL SURVIVE THE WEEK. AND IF I DO, IDK HOW IM GONNA SURVIVE THE EPISODE

why are Tiw and Tinn there. They’re not in the music club. Im not mad I’d just like to know please.

I THINK SOUND’S LOVE SONG IS GONNA BE NEXT EPISODE OH MY GOSH IVE BEEN W A I T I N G FOR THIS

”gun and sound, yoy two write a song for the final round.” “do you want to try writing a love song?” “I like that.” “…yOU JUST SAID-“ “HEY!” “DONT TELL ME…” I THINK GUN AND SOUND ARE GONNA FIND OUT ABOUT EACH ORHER’S TINN AND WIN IT’S GONNA BE GREAT

AND ALSO GUN IS TELLING THE GUYS ABOUT TINN????????? IM SO CONFUSED

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versegm · 2 years

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Hi ! It’s been a while seeing your fate posts wanting to get into it - but with that last post about fate series levels…! Do you like… recommend getting into it ? And with a particular series ? Or is it the kind of media where you’re like i adore it but i wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy

I wholeheartedly recommend the Fate serie. It is, and I mean this completely unironically, one of the best series I have been given to eat in years.

Usually when I make headcanon or meta posts about a given serie, there is a large amount of wishful thinking and self indulgence involved. I don't think Ariosto intended to write Orlando Furioso as a story about Angelica desperately trying to escape the narrative, but it is a lot more entertaining for me to read it this way. I am well aware that digimon is a children's cartoon and a lovecraftian horror story about the inherent corrupting power of light, it's just more suited to my tastes too imagine stories that involve that.

That's not the case with Fate. I am still very often self-indulgent and horny on main, but generally speaking when I say shit like "the protagonist of Fate/Grand Order is a normal person gradually becoming insane the further the plot goes" or "people die when they are killed means that if you refuse to let someone die when their time comes you are denying them the simple right to be a person" that is. Very textually what happens. The Fate serie allows itself to go all out on bonkers and/or horrifying concepts and themes, which is doubly refreshing in a world where media are slowly being made blander by corporations who don't want to alienate their audience and lose money.

That being said, it is a serie that has been going on for a very long time, so the writers like to reference their old works, make use of concepts they've foreshadowed 16 years ago in an obscure visual novel that never got translated, make full aus of their own stories, ect ect. So the joke of this post is that there are some Fate works you can jump in with 0 knowledge of Fate and you'll be mostly fine save for maybe a couple cameos you won't recognize, while some others will be fucking incomprehensible if you haven't eaten the full wikipedia page beforehand.

If you follow Lance's post, you can probably pick any work from level 0 to 5 and try to work you way out from here.

If you want my personal input, my entry point was Fate/Grand Order, and while I could make a whole post on its strenghts and weaknesses if you need one the important part is that it did a well enough job having a compelling story on its own while explaining the worldbuilding basics to me.

Fate/Stay Night (the visual novel) is the first title of the Fate serie, so it's a good entry point as well, but it is fucking long and frankly the first route has aged a bit so that's up to you. If you want something easier to digest to see what's Fate about and if it'll be up your alley, you can always check out the Unlimited Blades Work anime (which is an anime adaptation of one of the routes of the vn) or the Fate/Zero anime (which is a prequel.) I also know a guy who got in through the Fate/Apocrypha anime, so if you like Mordred specifically it might be your thing idk.

Honestly don't sweat it too much, Fate is very much a serie where you will revisit works you've already eaten and go "oh THAT'S who that bitch from episode 5 came from and that's why they made it into a big deal at the time" once you've got a bit more context. It's worth asking your friends if any of them are already into Fate so they might be able to give you insight on how blorbo #34 actually has SUCH a compelling backstory in an earlier work, but if you don't that's fine just go with the flow.

Oh yeah fair warning tho that Fate sometimes features some Anime Bullshit (that's a polite way to say "lolis") so if that's a dealbreaker for you be aware of it.

#ask #anonymous #i have couple posts somewhere on the tl;dr of fate as a serie i'll see if i can hunt it down later

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logos-of-experience-and-truth · 2 years

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Podcast Transcript: Season 1) Episode 10 Fertile Soil

Podcast Transcript: Fertile Soil

Welcome back to experiencing the Logos of truth and knowledge. This will be the final episode of this deep dive into many different aspects of the mysteries of Christ, and yet, still in my mind it is just an introduction. There are reasons for this especially if you're a beginner in the search for truth and wisdom from the mysteries of this, the mystic walking upon the narrow path of the Christ. Though many of the things I've spoken about are deep dives into many of these metaphysical and highly interesting questions there are many other topics I've only brushed upon in relation to the first mystical experience I described as the Ascension to the Temple of the Father. The specific reason for this is I didn't want to explain everything learned and gained from this experience since it did occur seventeen years after the very first Awakening experience. And my plan is to unfold how much of a noob I was in regard to these mysteries at the onset of that experience and how knowledge of everything that had occurred was given and or fulfilled in the Ascension to the Temple experience and then brought to further depth and fruition over the next few months until my next set of mystical experiences. Speaking about all of this in this manner is bringing up what I want to talk about in this final episode since I've had several days now to think about it. I think this episode will feel and sound much different than the previous ones and even as I outline and picture myself speaking inside of my mind, it seems a weird way to end the series of talks but then in another way, perhaps it won't be. So, I had an incredibly lively, rich and energetic ping-pong back and forth conversation with my wife regarding the previous episode, while I was in the maybe. . .I don’t know. . . second draft stage of outlining it and had simply struck up a conversation with her if she knew about Pascal's Wager or not. She said she'd never heard of it and then I spoke about it in relation to the search for the true self and that the true self is what is made in the image of Christ and basically everything I spoke about in the previous episode, though since it was still in the second draft stage and was kind of like the journal entry I read you and was pretty much still raw in my mind and not as filtered or thought out prior to when I step to the mic and start talking. So, when I say energetic conversation that's obviously a nice way of saying borderline argument, or at least that's what I kept asking myself if this was an argument or not. But really, she was just deeply questioning what I was talking about and deeply imagining herself listening to my podcast and what she would have thought to herself had she heard some of the things I had just said to you. Now, this is somewhat unfair on both her part and my part as well since she hasn't listened to any of these podcasts since they're not complete yet. So where you dear listener may have heard me speak for over six hours and built up the concept of the true self ingrained with my logic and dipped within the mysteries and most importantly, have heard me with as much compassion address that I understand how hard it is to see some of these truths at least if one is suffering, or in a state of suffering and that the words or ideas may not be words or ideas one is ready to hear. I'm pretty sure I juxtaposed this with the parable of the sower and the seeds, that the seeds have to land on good soil, or they get eaten by birds or choked by thorns. If there's an underlying purpose of my speaking of these mysteries is to help others understand how to make their mind fertile soil for those seeds of truth from the Christ to take root since as I'm stating clearly throughout, there is a process of this: the dying to oneself in order to be spiritually reborn in Christ. That's literally the purpose of meditation and contemplation and the various spiritual exercises. Sure, on the surface, it's to feel temporarily good, temporarily to clear one's mind for instance if one's mind is overwhelmed. But the goal of it is to enact lasting change. Like I said, in regard to the Lenten season when it finally got me to actually change instead of only change from between Ash Wednesday until Easter. There'd been a decade of Lent’s between that with only the temporary change when the seeds had fallen on dry soil and the birds either swallowed them up or they were choked by the thorns. So, it's not like I don't understand where she was coming from or what she was trying to express regarding how she felt hearing what I was talking about. So, I will try to explain and expand on this since in my mind I'm brainstorming these types of things and writing these things out and speaking them into a microphone, uploading them, podcasting them for a target market just like any business would try to define their target market. But even though what I speak about is very specific to the mystical understandings of the mysteries of Christ, it also revolves around Catholicism, Christianity, along with many other orbiting topics like history, science, theology, philosophy, etc. I'm aware that more than just my target market would potentially be interested in what I have to speak about. But she spoke about her own target market, her own idea of a specific person wanting to listen to what I have to say for whatever reason they may have and being either upset or frustrated or giving up before even starting is the only way I could see it, due to specific and yet obvious facts regarding everything I've spoken about, many of which I've already mentioned but will still be worth mentioning further I think because what she said struck me to my core of course since she's my wife. As a devout Catholic, as well as having earned a master's degree in medical science, she understood everything I spoke about regarding the neurological topics I've discussed along with the philosophical and theological conclusions I've come to and have been speaking about with you dear listeners, along with how she'd probably word it: the weird and bizarre things I speak about that seem to sound almost biblical and have caught her off guard on a couple of occasions. Though I speak to her about these things and even though her jaw dropped when I showed her the depth of the symbol for this, the mystical experience, which honestly, I've shared only the crust of the pizza so far with you listeners; she's still sort of on edge regarding that which I speak about since she isn't sure what it means. I don't know what further purposes God has to all of this either, I just know what I've seen and understood and that I'm supposed to talk about it and not just ponder it to myself any further or solely rely on writing it down, which was as I've kind of stated my modus operandi for over a decade. So she understood the comparison that finding your true self is also finding God and it agitated her because in her mind, picturing both herself now: working twelve hour shifts in an understaffed urgent care that continues to fail to provide PPE gear during this pandemic along with homeschooling two children under six years old, as well as picturing herself long ago as a single mother rushing to drop off her daughter at school in the morning, commuting to work, then desperate to get through traffic to pick up her daughter before the after school daycare starts adding dollars to every minute past 6pm with their weird entire business model almost revolving around how much money they can suck out of a parent with that daily roulette of how Southern California traffic will destroy a single parent on this day or that. So, in her mind her question was, “How on Earth is somebody that is barely able to survive their day, swamped in the hustle and bustle, the daily grind of work in life, how is somebody in this state of life even able to ask themselves or question within their hearts regarding their true self? How on earth is somebody like this supposed to find God if their true self is what is made in the image of God?” A very deep question, comment, remark in my opinion, and one that caught me off guard to be honest, since again, I have the person in my mind I'm speaking to while she had her idea of herself along with other swamped individuals in mind as people listening to these strange and bizarre yet always logical words that I speak. Read the full article

#Mystic #Meditation #Synchronicity

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rintoki · 2 years

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tw: period sex

imagine your favs eating you out while your on your period. you’re laying on your back, legs hooked over their shoulders as they lap at your clit hungrily, moving downwards to tongue at your entrance when you tug at their hair, urging them for more. your sighs of pleasure music to their ears as they plunge their tongue in and out of your sopping cunt, not one bit caring about the blood dripping down their chin and smearing everywhere.

their own arousal pooling between their legs from just hearing your gasps as they push their nose into your swollen clit, burying their face further into your pussy. your grip on their hair tightening as you begin to grind against their mouth, gentleness thrown out the window with every plunge of their tongue. finally pushing you over the edge as they push two fingers past your folds, carefully massaging your spongy walls as it tightens and contract around their fingers, waves of pleasure rushing through you.

#aw i wanted to write a whole thing about this #but i have neither the time nor the mental capacity #basically what i wanted to say was imagine getting eaten out so good they you’re dizzy #only to look down and see their cute face covered in your blood #🥰#tw.period #tw.period sex #but also this is me eating out yuzuha #tokyo revengers #sub tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut

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mothra-mcyt · 3 years

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☾ MCYT's reaction to a gen z reader ☽

!Warnings: mentions of self deprecating jokes!

》 Dream 《

That guy loves your chaotic energy and always pranks other people with you

Would definitely laugh along with your depressing jokes but after a while would get concerned and ask if you're okay

Immediately puts you into the Dream SMP thinking you're gonna be a good character always on his side

Then you end up just end up annoying him (especially when he's in prison) so he threatens you

You can't keep yourself together and just end up having a laugh flash

You once definitely called him a chad for watching football and a boomer which lead to him getting very defensive

》 George 《

Would honestly just end up annoying and pranking Dream with you

You would definitely call him a bottom on multiple occasions. At one point he just accepts it

Gets very concerned at your jokes

You guys definitely make weird tiktoks together

Will just go along with it when you start ranting about how capitalism is the source of all evil

He will also be a victim of your pranks and he can't do anything about it

》 Sapnap 《

Would definitely make jokes about committing arson with you (sometimes he doesn't know if you're joking or being serious about committing arson)

You two are dnf biggest shippers and no i don't take any criticism

When he finds out how touch starved you are he will definitely ask if you two ca platonically cuddle together

You would also be his biggest enemy though always saying how you're going to fight him when you meet him

Will ask you if you have eaten and how much to make sure you eat enough

Definitely anime marathons on discord together when you both can't sleep

》 Badboyhalo 《

This man would be so concerned

Even if you don't swear he still wants to say language at all the self deprecating things you say

You tell him that you don't care that he has a gun and knows how to throw knifes to which he asks why because people should definitely be afraid of that in his opinion

When you tell him that you don't care if you die he gets so much more concerned

Would be the parent who always stops you from doing stupid and dangerous shit 24/7

You definitely called him a boomer once when he said "Language"

》 Awesamdude 《

That man is taking care of you and making sure you’re okay 24/7

After you told him that you haven’t slept in 2 days with you’re reasoning being “Why not” he always makes sure that you get at least 8 hours of sleep per day

Honestly just dad energy

We know that literally half of gen z have daddy issues and when he finds out you didn’t have a good father figure growing up he’s like “I’m your dad now.”

“Have you drank water today?” “Does energy drink/iced coffee count as-” “No they don’t count as water. Go get a glass of water right now.”

At first he wanted to stop you from saying self deprecating jokes but after a while he just gave up.

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

Chaotic energy²

When the two of you have a plan no one will be able to stop you even harder if Tubbo is with you guys

Honestly just laughs about your self deprecating jokes and says “same”

The two of you have never respected authorities in your entire life and you two will not start

As soon as someone talks shit about the other person hell breaks loose and their ego will get completely destroyed

When role playing on the Dream SMP you guys will definitely just laugh at Dream trying to be threatening

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

Depressing jokes. 24/7.You know it’s true. (The people around you will be so concerned for the two of you oh god)

We know very well that Tubbo is not innocent and flirts (makes sex jokes) as a joke with other people his age so he would definitely do that with you if you’re comfortable

The two of you will definitely stay up til the middle of the night playing games (chess, csgo, minecraft etc.)

Whenever someone (probably an authority) is trying to get you guys to do something both of you are just like: No <3

》 Fundy 《

Honestly he completely relates to you

The being touch starved, the loneliness

Difference is he is not used to people joking about those topics to cope

So he's very concerned

"Y/N this is really relatable but are you okay?"

Streams with you two sometimes just end as therapy sessions and both of you desperately need it

He always drags you along to prank people and when the person gets mad he blames it on you and just leaves

》 Wilbur 《

Big brother energy

You are now his little sibling and you cannot stop him

Will definitely cause much chaos with you (poor Philza trying to keep you two under control)

When you two do dangerous stuff he's the one making sure you don't hurt yourself

Whenever someone is mean to you he will definitely destroy them

Will make sure you get enough sleep and will keep you company when you can't sleep

He absolutely loves that you don't give a shit if someone is an authority or not

》 Schlatt 《

He absolutely hates how you not give a shit about what he says to you and how you just roast him

His humor is already broken so he's probably laugh at your jokes and while trying to stop himself from laughing he'll ask if you're okay

Honestly he's just confused on how you're still alive with not taking care of yourself and always getting yourself into dangerous situations

You definitely called him a boomer once

You guys would probably make political jokes constantly

》 Technoblade 《

Anarchy. Lots of it.

Both of you have just random conversation where you start talking about the things you're obsessed with

Both of you are probably gonna have a short attention spam leading to a lot of funny situations

Absolutely loves how you don't give a shit about authorities

Being awkward together in social situations but standing up for eachother

I can just imagine you with the "He asked for no pickles" meme while he doesn't know what to say

》 Philza 《

He is your dad now and he doesn't care if you want him to be.

(He honestly already kinda expected your father figure to be shitty because he knows his audience)

Oh lord when he finds out how you're not able to take care of yourself

When meeting you irl will actually sit down with you and have a talk about you not taking care of yourself

You: "Sometimes i'll just sleep for 14 hours and then i won't sleep for 3 days."

Phil: "...I will punt you into the sun when i meet you irl you idiot."

I could honestly write so much more about Philza basically adopting a young reader

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

Constant sassyness

Gen Z x 2

You two would understand eachother so well

Constant zoomer slang and no one except Tubbo and Tommy will be able to understand it

Both of your humor is just so broken and it's so concerning to everyone

Someone is being like "You will do as i say" and you two are just like "No i don't think i will"

Tiktok references. Constantly.

Sending eachother tiktok's about the other's character

》 Eret 《

You two would be good friends honestly

Eret would probably bring out the wholesome part of your personality

Also sending eachother tiktok's and making tiktok references

Arson. Lots of arson. Fire pog.

You will bring out their chaotic side

She loves how you just not give a shit about authorities

Will also make sure that you drink enough water and take care of yourself

》 Quackity 《

He's more random chaos and you're more dangerous and destructive chaos and somehow that works together really well

Definitely invites you to Jack Box streams because you just bring such funny energy into it and chat absolutely loves you

Is very concerned tho when you make self deprecating jokes and when he hears you say one he just looks completely shocked

Completely freaks out whenever you roast someone who's being a bitch (you can just hear the "Where are the askers" playing in the background)

Very dramatic energy from the both of you

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ateez and their love language

ateez x reader

requested by anon, thank you <3

tag list: @bobateastay @hxneyboy

hongjoong:

words of affirmation

i chose this love language for joongie, because he is constantly working so hard being so creative and making all sorts of pieces- and all and all i just feel and know that he deep down loves to hear you tell him how amazing he’s doing. that his long spent time on projects is worth it and that you’re proud of how much he does.

at the same time- hongjoong also wants to spend more time with you, so he’s going to make sacrifices for you (as you’ll do for him) and he will be keen to know and hear if you’re grateful for him making those changes or adjustments. when you notice good things, say it (often)

seonghwa:

acts of service

i chose this love language for hwa, because we all know he likes to keep things nice, tidy and organized. not only in cleaning but in his overall everyday life. if he came home to you on a late night- to everything settled and dinner warm and waiting for him… i think if hadn’t already proposed to you yet, he would for sure. like it’s so meaningful to seonghwa that you would go out of your own way to please him

and i honestly think he’d like you to leave him a little bit of a mess (maybe clothes in your room or something lmao) to pick up, because he’ll froth at the mouth in a want to clean. so it goes both ways ehhe. he does it for you, and in return you do the same

yunho:

quality time

i chose this love language for yuyu, because deep down he is a giant baby and likes to just be with you (in the flesh- no matter what). like if you’re just chilling on the couch and playing a little game of cards or mario kart- yunho is going to have the most wonderful time. seeing your smile and hearing your laugh is his fuel to keep on going in life no joke

he strives for seeing you everyday, whether it be over the phone or in person.. he has to make sure you’re okay and happy- whether you’ve eaten plenty, etc. really making you inherent it into yourself as well. and please, if you came up to him with a blanket, pillow and stack of movies, yunho’s heart might burst

yeosang:

quality time

i chose this love language for yeo, because i don’t see him as the type of person to be into the other ones. he’s down to earth and would rather you be in his company doing whatever than anything else. yeosang wants you to be interested in what he likes- and basically he’ll eat you up if you suggest one of his favorite things to do.

and please- like imagine working out with him AHHH. seeing an effort in you being with him, and enjoying it- is going to make yeosang the happiest he could be, truly. it’s pretty simple, he just loves being with you- and making you laugh at his hilarious or maybe even mean jokes

san:

physical touch

i chose this love language for sannie, because he has to feel affection in order to take it to heart i think. he loves the simplicity of just touching you and you touching him (non sexual and sexual lol) and it doesn’t take much, it just makes san feel loved and appreciated. like you love him for who he is, and that you’re not afraid to show it

hold his hand when you go out, kiss him whenever you get the opening, snuggle him when you see him down, you know the gist. san is clingy, and it shows. plus it’s hard not to bombard him with hugs when he’s whiny and pouty hehe. if you don’t give him physical contact, he’s gonna think he’s doing something wrong.. and that’s so sad

mingi:

words of affirmation

i chose this love language for mingi, because he needs be protected at all costs. he takes things to heart most of the time and words can hurt the worst. mingi needs to be lifted up and praised, it makes him feel like he’s actually valuable and important to you. when he doesn’t get recognition, or something of the sort- he doesn’t know what to do, and feels like he’s not good enough

it can be small, but it will still take a big part in his self esteem and confidence. you could literally be like, omg mingi i’m so proud of you for putting away that tupperware- and he’s gonna run laps swooned from love. lmao, you know what i mean. be proud of him because he’s amazing

wooyoung:

physical touch

i chose this love language for woo, because it is obvious. he loves the feeling of you close to him, on him, etc. it could be a lil spank or some shit, and it’ll make him feel like ‘yeah they love me so much’ lmao. it really boosts his confidence, making him literally melt inside. and no matter how cocky he can be when you give him kisses, or how long he teases you about it- wooyoung only does it out of love.

he’s just funny like that. he’ll pretend he doesn’t want any of your kisses or touches, and when you go away- he’s gonna immediately find you and tell you he was joking. like wooyoung is a little shit- and annoying, demanding you to be by him. though, when you do give him attention on your own accord- he is going to feel like a warm baby bundled in a blanket

jongho:

quality time

i chose this love language for jongho, because he doesn’t really need or depend on the other ones too much. of course, he loves you giving him praise, showing him affection and all that- but he really takes the time you spend together into his heart most. it makes him feel like he’s entertaining and fun to be around (no matter how outgoing he can be)

please beg him to give you a lil concert, because he’ll hide his smile for an embarrassingly short time- and overflow with joy. jongho loves to be a bit childish at times, and there all kinds of opportunities to do that- and will be felt deep in his heart. he thinks your the bomb dot com, so if you want to hang out with him.. then he literally thinks he won at life

#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez fluff #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez scenarios

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So You Want Your OC to be Jewish

So you’re writing a story and you want to make a Jewish character—great! I’m here to help. I always want more Jewish representation but I want good Jewish representation, so this is my attempt to make a guide to making a Jewish character. What are my credentials? I’m Jewish and have been my whole life. Obligatory disclaimer that this is by no means comprehensive, I don’t know everything, all Jews are different, and this is based on my experiences as an American Jew so I have no idea, what, if any, of this applies to non-American Jews.

If there’s anything you want me to make a post going more into detail about or if there’s anything I didn’t mention but you want to know please ask me! I hope this is helpful :) Warning, this is long.

Jew PSA

If you are Jewish you can use the word Jew(s), e.g. “She’s dating a Jew.” If you are not Jewish you cannot use the word Jew(s). This is not up for debate. Non-Jews calling us Jews has a negative connotation at best. Don’t do it and don’t have your characters do it.

Basics, Plus My Random Thoughts that Didn’t Fit Anywhere Else

A confusing enduring issue is, what is Judaism? It’s a religion, but some Jews aren’t religious; is it a race? A nationality? A culture? A heritage? The only constant is that we are seen as “other.” There’s a lot of debate, which makes it confusing to be Jewish and as such it’s common for Jews to struggle with their Jewish Identity. However many people agree that Jews are an ethnoreligious group, aka Judaism is a religion and an ethnicity.

Temple/Synagogue/Shul = Jewish place of worship. Shul is usually used for Orthodox synagogues.

Keeping kosher = following Jewish dietary rules: meat and dairy can’t be eaten together and you can’t eat pork or shellfish. Fish and eggs are pareve (aka neutral) and can be eaten with meat or dairy (but again not both at the same time.) When eating meat it has to be kosher meat (e.g. kosher Jews are allowed to eat chicken, but not all chicken is kosher. I know it’s kinda confusing I’m sorry.) Kosher products in stores will have symbols on them to identify them as kosher. If someone is kosher they’ll probably have separate sets of utensils/plates/cookware/etc. for meat and dairy

Shabbat/Shabbos/Sabbath = holy day of the week, day of rest, lasts from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday. Depending on observance Jews might have Shabbat dinner, attend Shabbat services, or observe the day of rest in its entirety (making them shomer Shabbat)

Someone who is shomer Shabbat will refrain from any of the prohibited activities. These can easily be looked up but include: working, writing, handling money, cooking, and using technology.

Bat/Bar/B’nai Mitvzah = tradition where a Jewish boy/girl becomes a man/woman. Celebrated at 13-years-old for boys, 12- or 13-years-old for girls. Girls have Bat Mitzvahs (bat means daughter in Hebrew), boys have Bar Mitzvahs (bar means son in Hebrew) and twins or two or more people having one together have a B’nai Mitzvah. They will study for this for months and then help lead services and, depending on observance level, read from the Torah. The ceremony is often attended by family and friends and followed with a celebration of sorts (in America usually this means a brunch and/or party.)

Goy/gentile = non-Jew. These words are not slurs, they are literally just words. Plural of goy is goyim and is a Yiddish word, plural of gentile is gentiles.

Jewish holidays follow the Hebrew calendar, meaning that according to the current solar/Gregorian calendar the dates of our holidays are different each year.

Jewish law recognizes matrilineal inheritance. This means that Jewish law states your mother has to be Jewish for you to be Jewish. This is because of reasons from biblical times that I can explain if you wanna come ask, but as you can imagine is a bit outdated. While Orthodox Jews might embrace this idea and only consider someone Jewish if their mom is Jewish, many Jews are more flexible on the idea (and yes, this does cause tension between Orthodox Jews and other Jews at times.)

Judaism =/= Christianity

Some people think Judaism is just Christianity without Jesus (some people don’t even realize we don’t believe in/celebrate Jesus so newsflash, we don’t) and that’s just wrong. Yes both religions share the Old Testament, so they also share some history and beliefs, but the entire ideologies of the religions are different. In brief, they are similar in some ways but are not the same.

What seems to me to be the biggest difference is that Christianity (from what I understand) has a heavy focus on sins, more specifically repenting for/gaining forgiveness for your sins. In Christianity you are born tainted by original sin. In Judaism we believe everyone is born pure and free from sin and everyone is made in God’s image. Judaism has some concept of sin, but doesn’t focus on them and instead focuses on performing Mitzvot (plural, singular form is mitzvah. Direct translation is “commandment” but basically means good deed or act of kindness. It also relates to the commandments, so following the commandments is also performing mitzvot.) Examples of mitzvot include anything from saying a prayer or lighting Shabbat candles to helping a stranger or donating to charity (called tzedakah). One of the main tenets of Judaism is tikkun olam, which directly translates to “repair the world” and means exactly what it says on the tin. Instead of focusing on being forgiven for doing bad Judaism focuses on doing good. The only day we focus on past wrongdoings is Yom Kippur, one of our most holy holidays, discussed below.

Holidays

Rosh Hashanah – The Jewish New Year, occurs around September and lasts for two days, though Reform Jews often only celebrate the first day. Day of happiness and joy, celebrated by eating sweet things for a “sweet new year” (often apples dipped in honey) and circular challah to represent the end of one year and beginning of another. Also celebrated with services and blowing the shofar (rams horn.) Some spend the day in prayer and/or silent meditation. Possible greetings: chag sameach (happy holiday; can be said on almost any holiday), Shana Tovah, or happy new year (which is what Shana Tovah means, some people just say it in English.)

Yom Kippur – Day of Atonement. Occurs ten days after the start of Rosh Hashanah. One of if not the most solemn day for Jews, but also the most holy. The day is spent reflecting on yourself and any past wrongdoings and atoning. The day (sundown the night before to sundown the day of) is spent fasting, a physical way of atoning. We do this in hopes of being “written in the Book of Life” and starting the year with a clean slate. The shofar is blown at the end of the holiday. Most Jews will end the fast with a grand meal with family and friends. Most common greeting is “have an easy fast,” but happy new year is still appropriate.

Sukkot – Celebrates the harvest, occurs on the fifth day after Yom Kippur and lasts seven days. Celebrated by building a temporary hut outdoors called a sukkah and having meals inside it, as well as shaking palm fronds tied together (called a lulav) and holding a citrus called an etrog. Very fun and festive holiday. Possible greetings include chag sameach or Happy Sukkot.

Shemini Atzeret and Simchat Torah – Some Jews (mostly Reform Jews and Jews living in Israel) combine both holidays into one day while some celebrate them as two separate days. Either way they occur immediately after Sukkot. Shemini Atzeret is similar but separate from Sukkot and features a prayer for rain; Sukkot is not mentioned in prayers and the lulav isn’t shaken but you do eat in the sukkah. Simchat Torah celebrates finishing reading the Torah, which we will then begin again the next day. It’s a festive holiday with dancing and fun. Some Temples will roll the entire Torah out and the children will run under it. Appropriate greeting for both would be chag sameach.

Rosh Hashanah through Simchat Torah are referred to as the High Holidays.

Chanukah – We all know about Chanukah, celebrating the reclaiming of the Second Temple and the miracle of the oil lasting eight days. The most represented Jewish Holiday there is. Unfortunately it’s one of the least significant holidays for us. Occurs around November or December and lasts eight days and nights. Celebrated by lighting candles in the Menorah each night with a prayer and kids usually get gifts each night. Also celebrated with spinning tops called dreidels, fried foods like doughnuts (sufganiyot in Hebrew; usually the jelly filled ones) and potato pancakes called latkes. Greetings: happy Chanukah or chag sameach.

Tu B’Shevat – Birthday of the trees, basically Jewish Arbor Day. Minor but fun holiday, sometimes celebrated by planting trees. Occurs around January or February.

Purim – Celebrates how Queen Esther of Persia defeated Haman and saved her people, the Jews. Occurs in Spring. Festive holiday traditionally celebrated by dressing in costumes, eating sweets, and giving tzedakah (it’s also technically commanded you get drunk so woohoo!) Whenever Haman’s name is mentioned you make a lot of noise, booing and using noisemakers called groggers. Greetings: happy Purim, chag Purim, or chag sameach.

Passover/Pesach – Celebrates the Jews being freed from slavery in Egypt. Occurs in Spring and lasts eight days. The first two nights (some only celebrate the first night) are celebrated with seder, a ritual meal with certain foods, practices, prayers, and readings from a book called the Haggadah and often attended by family and friends. Most famous prayer/song of the holiday is the four questions, which ask why that night is different from all other nights and is traditionally sung by the youngest child at the seder. The entire holiday is spent not eating certain foods, mostly grain or flour (the food restrictions are complicated and differ based on denomination so look it up or ask a Jew.) We eat a lot of matzah during Pesach, which is like a cracker kinda. I personally hate it but some people actually like it. Greetings: happy Passover, chag pesach, or chag sameach.

Tisha B’Av – Anniversary of the destruction of the Temple. Occurs in Summer. Very sad, solemn day. Some celebrate by fasting from sunrise to sunset. Not the most widely celebrated holiday. Some also commemorate the Holocaust (also called the Shoah) on this day as it was the destruction of a figurative temple.

Denominations

There are a bunch of denominations in Judaism, we’ll go into it briefly.

Religious denominations:

Reform/Reformed: This is the least religiously observant level. Often Reform Jews don’t keep kosher or observe Shabbat, their services on Shabbat will use instruments. Reform Jews probably attend services for the high holidays at the very least and probably had a Bat/Bar Mitzvah. Might say they consider themselves more culturally Jewish. Their Temple/Synagogue will be the most “liberal”—aka have more female/diverse Rabbis and a more diverse congregation. I’m Reform and my Temple’s lead Rabbi is a woman and we used to have a Rabbi who’s a queer single mother.

Conservative: More religiously observant and more generally traditional. Might keep kosher or observe Shabbat, but not necessarily. Services likely won’t use instruments (not supposed to play instruments on Shabbat). Most likely had a Bat/Bar Mitzvah, but girls might not read from the Torah, though this depends on the congregation. They do allow female Rabbis, but in my experience it’s less common.

Modern Orthodox: Very religiously observant but also embrace modern society. Will keep kosher and observe Shabbat. Men will wear kippot (singular=kippah) and tzitzit under their shirts. Women will cover their hair (if they’re married), most likely with a wig, and wear modest clothing (only wear skirts that are at least past their knees and long sleeves). Emphasis on continued study of Torah/Talmud. Parents will likely have jobs. Might have larger families (aka more children) but might not. Services will be segregated by gender, girls won’t read from the Torah publicly, and female Rabbis are very rare. Children will most likely attend a religious school. Will attend shul services every Shabbat and for holidays.

note: there are some people who fall somewhere between modern Orthodox and ultra-Orthodox, or between any two denominations really. as you can imagine people don’t all practice the exact same way.

Ultra-Orthodox: Very religiously observant and not necessarily modern. Will keep kosher and observe Shabbat. Men will wear kippot or other head coverings and tzitzit under their shirts, and are also often seen wearing suits. Women will cover their hair (if they’re married) with a wig or scarf and wear modest clothing (only wear skirts that are at least past their knees and long sleeves). Emphasis on continued study of Torah/Talmud. Men might have jobs but might instead focus on Jewish studies, while women most often focus on housework and child-rearing. Don’t believe in contraception (but this is kinda nuanced and depends). Will often have very large families because having children is a commandment and helps continue the Jewish people. Might be shomer negiah which means not touching members of the opposite sex aside from their spouse and some close family members. Services will be segregated by gender, girls won’t read from the Torah publicly, and there won’t be female Rabbis. Children will attend a religious school. Will attend shul services every Shabbat and for holidays.

Ethnic denominations (the different denominations do have some differences in practices and such but tbh I don’t know much about that so this is just the basics):

Ashkenazi: Jews that originate from Central/Eastern Europe. Yiddish, a combination of Hebrew and German, originated from and was spoken by Ashkenazim and while it’s a dying language it’s spoken among many Orthodox Jews and many Jews of all levels know/speak some Yiddish words and phrases. Majority of Jews worldwide are Ashkenazi.

Sephardi/Sephardic: Jews that originate from the Iberian Peninsula, North Africa, and southeastern Europe. Ladino, a combination of Old Spanish and Hebrew, originated from and was spoken by Sephardim. It is also a dying language but is still spoken by some Sephardim. After Ashkenazi most of the world’s Jews are Sephardic.

Mizrahi: Jews that originate from the Middle East and North Africa.

Ethiopian Jews: Community of Jews that lived in Ethiopia for over 1,000 years, though most have immigrated to Israel by now.

Stereotypes/Tropes/Controversies/Etc.

There are so many Jewish stereotypes and shit and I ask you to please be mindful of them. Stereotypes do exist for a reason, so some people will fit stereotypes. This means your character might fit one or two; don’t make them fit all of them. Please. Stereotypes to keep in mind (and steer away from) include:

All Jews are rich.

All Jews are greedy.

All Jews are cheap/frugal.

All Jews are [insert job here]. We’ll go into this more below.

All Jews hate Christians/Muslims/etc.

All Jews are white.

First of all Ethiopian and Mizrahi Jews exist, many Sephardi are Hispanic, and today with intermarriage and everything this just isn’t true.

All Jews have the same physical features: large and/or hooked nose, beady eyes, droopy eyelids, red hair (this is an old stereotype I didn’t really know existed), curly hair.

Many Jews do have somewhat large noses and curly hair. I’m not saying you can’t give these features to your characters, but I am saying to be careful and don’t go overboard. And don’t give all of your Jewish characters these features. As a side note, it is common at least among American Jews that girls get nose jobs. Not all, but some.

Jews are secretly world elite/control the world/are lizard people/new world order/ any of this stuff.

STAY AWAY FROM. DO NOT DO THIS OR ANYTHING LIKE THIS. If you have a character that’s part lizard, do not make them Jewish. If you have a character that’s part of a secret group that controls the entire world, do not make them Jewish.

Jews have horns. If you have characters with horns please don’t make them Jewish.

Jews killed Jesus.

The blood libel. Ew. No.

The blood libel is an antisemitic accusation/idea/concept that back in the day Jews would murder Christian children to use their blood in religious rituals and sometimes even for consumption (did I mention gross?) Not only did this just not happen, but it’s actually against Jewish law to murder, sacrifice, or consume blood. Yes these accusations really happened and it became a main reason for persecution of Jews. And some people still believe this shit.

Jews caused The Plague.

The reason this conspiracy exists is because many Jews didn’t get The Plague and the goyim thought that meant it was because the Jews caused it/cursed them. The real reason Jews didn’t get it is because ritual hand-washing and good hygiene kept them from getting it. Sorry that we bathe.

Jewish mother stereotype.

Ok, listen. I know stereotypes are mostly a bad thing but I have to admit the Jewish mother stereotype is not far off. Jewish moms do tend to be chatty and a little nagging, are often very involved in their children’s lives, and they are often trying to feed everyone (although they don’t all cook, my mom hates cooking.) They also tend to be big worriers, mostly worrying about their family/loved ones. They also tend to know everyone somehow. A twenty minute trip to the grocery store can turn into an hour or two long trip because she’ll chat with all the people she runs into.

Jewish-American Princess (JAP) ((I know calling Japanese people Japs is offensive. Jews will call girls JAPs, but with a completely different meaning. If that’s still offensive I am sorry, but just know it happens.))

This is the stereotype that portrays Jewish girls/women as spoiled brats basically. They will be pampered and materialistic. Do these girls exist? Definitely. I still recommend steering away from this stereotype.

Names

Listen. Listen. There are some names that Jews just won’t have. I won’t speak in definites because there are always exceptions but you’ll rarely find a Jew named Trinity or Grace or Faith or any form of Chris/Christopher/Christina etc. Biblical names from the Old Testament? Absolutely Jews will have those names they’re actually very common.

I’m in a Jewish Sorority. My pledge class of ~70 girls had five Rebeccas and four Sarahs. Surprisingly only one Rachel though.

When it comes to last names I have two thoughts that might seem contradictory but hear me out: a) give your Jewish OC’s Jewish surnames, b) don’t give your Jewish OC’s the most Jewish surname to ever exist.

By this I mean I would much rather see a character named Sarah Cohen or Aaron Levine than Rachel Smith. Just that little bit of recognition makes a happy exclamation point appear over my head, plus it can be a good way to hint to readers that your OC is Jewish.

On the other hand, please don’t use the most stereotypical Jewish names you’ve ever heard. If you have five Jewish OCs and one of them is Isaac Goldstein then fine. If Isaac Goldstein is your only Jewish OC I might get a little peeved. There are tons of common Jewish surnames that are recognizable and easy to look up, so don’t revert to the first three that come to mind. Maybe it’s just me, but I find it yucky, for lack of a better word.

Jobs

We all know there are certain jobs that are stereotypical for Jews to have. We’re talking lawyer, dentist, doctor, banker type stuff. To an extent these stereotypes exist for a reason, many Jews go into those careers. Do not make these the only careers your Jewish OCs have. Stereotypes might have reasoning behind them but it doesn’t mean they aren’t harmful. If you have multiple Jewish OCs some of them can have these careers, but not all of them. I do know a lot of Jewish lawyers, dentists, and doctors. I also know accountants, people involved in businesses (“mom, what does Brad do?” “he’s a businessman” sometimes there just aren’t more specific words), people involved in real estate. I don’t actually know any bankers personally, and with money and stuff being one of the most common and harmful Jewish stereotypes I would suggest steering away from that.

These are common fields for Jews, but Jews can have literally any job. Please feel free to get creative. And if you have more than one Jewish OC you can think about making one of them a Rabbi, but DON’T do this if they’re the only Jewish OC. Please.

Yiddish

So I mentioned Yiddish earlier. Like I already said, it’s not a very widely used language anymore but there are some words and phrases that are still used by a lot of Jews (in America at least.) Here’s a list that is absolutely not comprehensive:

Oy vey = oh no

Shvitzing = sweating (but not just a little bit. Shvitzing is like SWEATING)

Kvetch/kvetching = whine/whining or complain/complaining

Mazel tov = congratulations; this is the same in Yiddish and Hebrew

Chutzpah = nerve or gall (e.g. “He’s got a lot of chutzpah for breaking up over text like that”)

Kismet = fate; I just learned this is Yiddish

Bubbe and Zayde = grandma and grandpa

Schelp/schlepping = drag/dragging, can also mean carry or move (e.g. “I had to schlep the bag all around town” doesn’t mean they literally dragged it)

Schmutz = dirt or something dirty (e.g. “you have schmutz on your face”)

Schmatta = literally means rag but can be used to refer to ratty blankets or clothes

Plotz = collapse (usually used in the sense of “I’m so tired I might plotz” or “she’s gonna be so excited she’s gonna plotz”)

Schmuck/shmendrick = both mean more or less the same, a jerk or obnoxious person

Shtick = gimmick, routine, or act (can be used like (“I don’t like that comedian’s shtick” or “he always makes himself the center of attention it’s his shtick”)

Spiel = long speech, story, or rant

There’s so many more so look them up and think about using them, but don’t overdo it. A Jewish person isn’t gonna use a Yiddish word in every sentence (or even every day or every few days.)

Israel

In my community at least it’s very common that by the time your college-aged that you’ll have been to Israel at least once.

Israel is a controversial topic within the Jewish community and in the world. It’s sensitive and complex. I really, really suggest not getting into it. Just don’t bring it up because no matter what you say someone will be unhappy. Just don’t do it.

Ashkenazi Disorders

Ashkenazi Jews have some sucky genes (I’m Ashkenazi so I can say this, you cannot.) These sucky genes cause certain disorders to be more prevalent for us. Children only get the disorder if both parents are carriers of the disorder, so Jews usually get genetic testing done before having children. If both parents are carriers the risk of the child getting the disorder is high, so parents might reconsider or have some indecisiveness/fear. Some of these are:

Tay-Sachs

Cystic Fibrosis

Canavan Disease

Familial Dysautonomia

Gaucher Disease

Spinal Muscular Atrophy

Fanconi Anemia

Mucolipidosis IV

Niemann-Pick Disease

Torsion Dystonia

Bloom Syndrome

Ashkenazi Jews also have a high prevalence of the BRCA1 and BRCA2 genes, which increase the risk of breast and ovarian cancer in women and increase the risk of breast and prostate cancer in men.

Crohn’s Disease, Ulcerative Colitis, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and Lactose Intolerance are also very prevalent

In a dorm of like 40 Jews, six of them had Crohn’s.

Ways to Show Your OC is Jewish

Wears Jewish jewelry, e.g. Star of David (also called Jewish Star and Magen David), Chai symbol (means life), jewelry with Sh’ma prayer, or hamsa (but beware this symbol is used outside of Judaism).

Mentions their temple, their Rabbi, having a Bat/Bar Mitzvah, going to Hebrew School, Shabbat, or a holiday coming up.

Have someone ask them a question about Judaism.

Have someone notice they have a mezuzah on their door.

Most Jews will have a mezuzah on the doorframe of the front door of their house/apartment, but they could even have one for their dorm room or whatever. It’s traditional to kiss your hand then touch the mezuzah when walking through the door, but most Jews don’t do this every time, at least not most Reform or Conservative Jews.

Have them call out antisemitism if you’re feeling spicy

The end! I hope this helped and if you have any questions my ask box is always open!

#writing advice #writing tips #writing help #jewish characters #judaism #writing resources #writeblr community #wtwcommunity #i said i would make this post literally months ago but i finally did it!

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sineala · 3 years

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How would you say fandom culture has changed over the years? What are some differences you notice between older and younger fandom folks?

I’ve been thinking for a while about how to answer this, and I’m not sure I have a really good answer, but I’m going to try.

I’ve been in fandom since approximately 1995. Maybe 1994. At that point, the world wide web was a relatively new part of the internet, and the fandoms I was in had most of their activity on privately-hosted mailing lists (predating eGroups/OneList/Yahoo Groups) and on Usenet newsgroups, with fiction beginning to be available on websites as part of either fandom-specific or pairing-specific archives as well as authors’ individual pages. Fanfiction.net did not yet exist. LiveJournal did not exist. AO3 definitely did not exist. If you wanted real-time chat, there was IRC. I was coming in basically at the tail end of zine fandom; zines were no longer the only way of distributing fanfiction, as fandom started to move online. So I have a selection of zines from 90s-era Western media fandoms but even by then zines weren’t where I was doing most of my reading.

I think in terms of generally “what it was like to be in fandom,” the big-picture stuff hasn’t changed. Fandom still produces creative fanwork and likes to, y’know, get together and talk about fandom. Also, almost every fight or complaint that fandom has about something is a thing that has been going on for actual years. People complain that, say, the kudos button is ruining comment culture because back in the LJ days the only way you could comment on a story was, well, by leaving an actual comment, or sending an email on a mailing list, and this might mean that people who would have otherwise commented have left a kudos instead. But back in the LJ and mailing list days, people were complaining that commenting was going downhill since the days of zines, when in order to comment on a story you had to write a real paper letter and mail it and because you had to do that, the quality of feedback was so much better than you got nowadays because people could just dash off a quick email or comment. You get the idea. Top/bottom wars are not new either. Pairing wars are not new. If you’ve been in fandom a while, you will pretty much have seen all the fights already. I think one thing that is new, though, is the fandom awareness of things like privilege and intersectionality and various -isms, as well as things like “providing warnings might be nice” (do you know how much unwarned deathfic I have read? a lot!) and I sure won’t say we’re perfect at any of this now, but I think fandom is trying way way more about all that stuff than it used to.

There are some fights we actually don’t have anymore, as far as I can tell. I feel like it’s been years since I’ve seen the “real person fiction is wrong” battle, but also I don’t hang out in a whole lot of RPF fandoms, so it’s possible that’s still going and I just don’t see it.

There also used to be a recurring debate about whether gay relationships that were canonical were slash or not. When slash started, obviously this wasn’t a question because there weren’t canonical gay relationships in fandoms, period. But as gay characters began to appear in media, people started to wonder “does slash mean all same-sex relationships, or does slash mean only non-canonical same-sex relationships?” Now, you may be reading this and think that sounds like an incredibly weird thing to get hung up on, but that’s because what appears to have happened is that the term “ship” (originally from X-Files Mulder/Scully fandom) has, as far as I can tell, come up and eaten most of the rest of the terminology. Now people will just say, “oh, I ship that.” For any pairing, gay or not, canonical or not. Fandom seems to have decided that for the most part it no longer actually needs a term specific to same-sex relationships as a genre.

Similarly, there are a few genres of fic that we used to have also pretty much don’t exist anymore. There are also plenty of genres that are well-entrenched now that are also extremely recent -- A/B/O comes to mind. But there are some kinds of fic we don’t write a lot of now. Like, I haven’t seen smarm in years! I also haven’t seen We’re Not Gay We Just Love Each Other in a while. There was also a particular style of slash writing where you’d basically have to explain, in detail, what made you think that these particular characters could be anything other than straight. You’d have to motivate this decision. You’d have to look at their canonical heterosexual relationships and come up with a way to explain why all those had happened in order to reconcile how this one guy could have romantic feelings for another guy. When had he figured out he wasn’t straight? Who might he have been with before? How does he interact with people in ways that make you think he’s not straight? That kind of thing. You had to, essentially, show your work. And these days a lot of fanfic is just like, “Okay, Captain America is bisexual, let’s go!” It’s... different.

Fandom also used to skew older, is my sense. A lot older. I don’t know, actually, if it really was older, but I get the sense now that there are some younger people who are surprised that adults are still in fandom. I have seen people saying these days that they think they’re too old for fanfiction because they are not in middle school anymore. And I think a lot of this has to do with the fact that the barriers to access fandom are a lot lower than they used to be. You used to basically have to be an adult with disposable income (or know an adult with disposable income who was willing to help you out; but even then if you were reading explicit fiction you also had to swear you were 18+, usually by sending in an age statement to whoever you were buying the zine from or to the mods of the list you wanted to join, so a lot of fandom was very much age-gated). Internet access was not widely available. Even if you had internet access, you maybe didn’t have your own email address, so you couldn’t sign up for mailing lists; free email providers didn’t exist. If you wanted to buy zines, you had to have money to buy them. If you wanted to go to cons, you had to be able to afford the cost of the con, travel to the con, et cetera. If you wanted to have a website you had to know HTML. Social media did not exist. You want to draw art? Guess what, you’re probably drawing it on paper! You might be able to upload a picture to your website if you have a digital camera or a scanner, but both of those things are expensive, and also a lot of people don’t have the capability or the money to download pictures from the internet (some people have data caps with overage charges, and some people have text-only connections!), so they won’t get to see it. Maybe you can sell your piece at a con! You want to make a fanvid? We called them songvids, but, anyway, you know how you’re doing that? You’re going to hook two VCRs together and smash the play and record buttons very fast! If you want anyone else to watch them, you are either making them a tape personally and mailing it to them or bringing your vids to a convention. Maybe you can digitize them and upload them, but it’s going to take people hours to download them!

(Every three hours my ISP would kick me off the internet and I’d have to dial in again. If it was a busy time of day, it might take me 20 or 30 minutes to get a connection again. And that was assuming no one else in the house needed to use the phone line. Imagine if your modem went out every three hours now.)

And now, for the cost of my internet connection, I can read pretty much whatever fanfiction I want, whenever I want it. I can see all the fanart I want! I can watch vids! Podfic exists now! Fanmixes exist! Gifsets and moodboards exist! If I want to write fic I can write it with programs that are completely free, and as soon as I post it everyone in the entire world can read it. If I want to draw or make vids that may require some additional investment, but I may also be able to do it with things I already have. Do you have any idea how good we all have it?

There are a couple of kinds of fan activity that don’t seem to exist anymore, though, and I miss them. I know that roleplaying still goes on, but I feel like these days most people who do real-time text roleplay have switched to things like Discord. I know that in the LJ days, RP communities were popular. But I really miss MU*s (MUDs, MUSHes, MOOs, MUXes..), which were servers for real-time text-based RP with a bunch of... hmm... features to aid RP. There were virtual rooms with text descriptions, and objects in virtual rooms with descriptions, and your character had a description, and they could interact with the objects as well as with other characters, and you could program things to change descriptions or emit various kinds of text or take you to different rooms, and so on. Just to, y’know, enhance the atmosphere. It was fun and it was where I learned to RP and I’m sad they’re pretty much gone now.

I also don’t think I see a lot of fanfiction awards in fandoms. Wonder where they went.

Going back to the previous point, the barriers to actually consuming the canon you are fannish about are way, way, way lower now. You can pretty much take it for granted that if right now someone tells you about a shiny new fandom, there will be a way to read that book or watch that show or movie right now. Possibly for free! Of course you can watch it! Why wouldn’t you be able to?

This was absolutely, absolutely not the case before. I’m currently in Marvel Comics fandom. If there is a comic I want to read, I can read it right now on the internet. I have subscribed to Marvel Unlimited and I can read pretty much every comic that is older than three months old; the newer ones cost extra money. But I can do it all from the comfort of my own home right now. I was also, actually, in Marvel Comics fandom in the nineties. If I wanted to read a comic, I had to go to a comic book store and hope they had it in stock; if they didn’t, I had to try another store. Not a lot of comics were available in trade paperback and they definitely weren’t readable on the internet. I used to read a lot of Gambit h/c fic set after Uncanny X-Men #350. I never found a copy of UXM #350. I still haven’t! But I did eventually read it on Unlimited.

Being in TV show fandoms also had similar challenges. Was the show you were watching still on the air? No? Then you’d better hope you could find it in reruns, or know someone who had tapes of it that they could copy for you, otherwise you weren’t watching that show. It was, I think, pretty common for people to be in fandoms for shows they hadn’t seen, because they had no way to see the show, but they loved all the fanfic. The Sentinel had a whole lot of fans like that, both because I think it took a while for it to end up in reruns and because overseas distribution was probably poor. So you’d get people who read the fic and wrote fic based on the other fic they’d read, which meant that you got massive, massive amounts of fanon appearing that people just assumed was in the show because it was a weirdly specific detail that appeared in someone’s fic once. Like “Jim and Blair’s apartment has a small water heater” (not actually canonical) or “Blair is a vegetarian” (there’s an episode where his mother visits and IIRC cooks him one of his favorite meals, which is beef tongue).

Like, I was in The Professionals fandom for years. I read all the fic. I hadn’t seen the show. As far as I know, it never aired in the US, and it certainly never had any kind of US VHS or DVD release. I’d seen a couple songvids. I eventually saw a couple episodes in maybe 2003, and that was because my dad special-ordered a commercial VHS tape from the UK and paid someone to convert it from PAL to NTSC. I didn’t get to see the whole show until several years later when I got a region-free DVD player someone in fandom sent me burned copies of the UK DVD releases and then I special-ordered the commercial release of the DVDs from the UK myself. But if I were a new fan and wanted to watch Pros right now? It is on YouTube! For free!

I think also one of the things about fandom that’s not immediately evident to new fans is the way in which it is permanent and/or impermanent. There are probably people whose first fannish experience is on Tumblr or who only read fanfic on FFN and who have no idea what they would do if either site, say, just shut down. But if you’ve been in fandom a while, you’ve been through, say, Discord, Tumblr, Twitter, Pillowfort, Imzy, DW, JournalFen, LJ, GeoCities, IRC, mailing lists. And sure, if Tumblr closed, it would be inconvenient. But fandom would pack up and move somewhere else. You would find it again. It would, eventually, be okay. Similarly, if you’ve been in a lot of fandoms, if you’ve made a lot of friends, drifting through fandoms is like that. You’ll make a friend in 1998 because you were in the same fandom, and then you might go your own ways, and ten years later you might be in another fandom with them again! It happens.

But the flip side of that is that I think a lot of older fans have learned not to trust in the permanence of any particular site. If you like a story, you save it as soon as you read it. If you like a piece of art, you save it. If you like a vid, you save it. Because you don’t know when the site it’s on will be gone for good. I have, like, twenty years of lovingly-curated fanfic. And I feel like people who have only been in fandom since AO3 existed might not understand how much AO3 is a game-changer compared to what we had before. It’s a site where you can put your fic up and you don’t have to worry that the webhost is going out of business, or that the site might delete your work because they don’t allow gay fiction or explicit fiction or fiction written in second person or fiction for fandoms where the creator doesn’t like fanfiction, or whatever. Because all of those things have absolutely happened. But, I mean, I still save pretty much everything I like, even on AO3, just in case.

So, basically, yeah, fandom is a whole lot more accessible than it used to be. I think fandom is pretty much still fandom, but it’s a lot easier to get into, and that has made it way more open to people who wouldn’t have been able to be in fandom before. There is so, so much more now than there ever was before, and I think that’s great.

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cqsuanla · 3 years

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fury shakes the rafters

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. And that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean.

(inspired by jennifer’s body)

additional notes: mommy kink, dom/sub, bloodplay(?), dacryphilia, uhh pussy spanking, choking, unhealthy relationship, terrible aftercare

title from a song suggested by an anon: nobody by the crane wives

(ao3)

The light in the stairwell flickers, but it doesn’t make a difference, dim and dirty as it is. It buzzes distantly in your ears. You’re too focused on taking the steps two at a time to notice. You hold your groceries to your chest and fish your keys out of your pocket. If you were strong like Nat, you might just have knocked the door clean of its hinges with the force of your body. Instead, it crashes loudly into your wall, and you nearly fall on your face from the momentum.

In a bid to gain purchase on your wall, you sweep your coat rack over, and you stumble over it. The clatter makes you wince — you hope she’s in a good mood. It’s hard for her to process stimuli when she’s weak. You scramble onto your hands and knees, shoving scattered boxes and cans into the grocery bag.

Then, the rhythmic thud-thud of footsteps. You pause, exhaling as your eyes close.

“Drink?” in a monotone.

Yikes. You open your eyes, biting your lip. Steel-toed boots. You’ve told Nat a million times that this is a shoes-off apartment. She never listens, and you never argue more. Nat stays; she’s the only one who’ll stay. You can’t drive her away.

Her right boot rises, scraping against the floor, and you flinch. It just kicks a cereal box away so it can nudge at the shopping bag. The way she says your name, evenly, firmly, has you blinking rapidly, has your hands automatically shooting to the bag, following her prompt. Thank god the bottles are fine. You don’t know what you’d do if they had shattered.

You wiggle a beer out of the pack, and only then do you dare to make eye contact.

“Hi,” you murmur.

She gives you a brief glance, impassive, before snatching the bottle from your hand and returning to her spot on the armchair. “That fucking coat rack.” She flicks the cap off your side table, grungy and scratched up for this very reason. The cap bounces off the wall and disappears under the couch. “Just move it further in. You never listen.”

You did, weeks ago. You don’t say so.

The coat rack came with the place, and it was nice, so you refused to get rid of it. Nat hated it, hated that it was so close to the door in your already bite-sized entryway, but never enough to throw it out herself. But you did move it because her complaints were valid, and you wanted her to like being here with you, living here with you. Anyway, she stopped complaining afterwards. Not that you think she noticed — you supposed it was a minor inconvenience to her, the way a fly was, annoying when it was in your face but non-existent once it stopped bothering you.

Quietly, you move your groceries to the kitchen island, putting everything but your new medical supplies away. There are dirty plates in the sink, which you’ll wash after you make yourself dinner. You wonder what she’s eaten – you’d just bought two new steaks, but Nat likes a bowl of strawberry ice cream now and then.

The TV channel switches in the background. Nat snorts, and you peek around the wall to catch a report on the gruesome series of murders that have been happening lately. People in the neighbourhood hardly went out anymore, too afraid of the dark now. It would scare you too if you weren’t well aware you’d never fall victim. Nat was with you, after all, and you were with her.

You would be with her for as long as she’d let you. So, what if she was the monster in the dark? So what? It was Nat. Your Nat. She came back to you, talked to you, fucked you. It’s not like she was disembowelling you in some grimy alleyway. She kept most of the violence away from you because she cared. Anyway, like everyone else, she had to eat. You couldn’t fault her for that.

You’re pulling the gauze out of its packaging when Nat scoffs loudly at the news. They must’ve insulted her because she clicks the TV shut, practically inhales half her bottle and flings the remote onto the couch.

Then, she sets her sights on you, meek behind the counter, and raises an eyebrow. “Honey, the hall’s a mess. Clean it up.”

You frown. “You’re still hurt.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll eat tomorrow, and it’ll be fine.”

You don’t think so. The longer Nat doesn’t eat, the worse it gets. It’s how she’s in this mess in the first place. Nat’s ethereal after a feeding, next to omnipotent. But the guy she picked to eat last week turned out to be some sort of track star because he had booked it at the first sign of trouble, and she’d been forced to retreat when the sirens started blaring. The day after that, she picked a local thug as her next meal, and she’d been caught off guard by the switchblade. So, here she is: slumped on your couch and stitched up sloppily.

Her hair is limp, skin wane and dry, and in a bad enough mood that you can basically feel it every time you’re within a two-meter radius of her.

Her physical weakness emboldens you a little, makes you think you can get away with a bit of stubbornness. You pick up the gauze and tape and round the corner. A car speeds by, high beam making Nat’s eyes glint a deep green in the dark. The green follows you the whole way until she has to crane her head around to watch you slip her tank top off a shoulder.

Those eyes weren’t like that before when you first started dating. You don’t mind the changes, though. Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded.

“You don’t want to listen?” she asks, almost conversationally.

You know better. You clench and unclench your fist. Shakily, you lift it and tuck a hair behind Nat’s ear, hoping foolishly that it will placate her.

“Baby,” says she, like a gentle mother to a misbehaving child, “you should really listen.”

You trace the bumps of her stitches, staring hard at her shoulder so you won’t have to see that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean.

“At least answer me.”

“No, Nat,” you mutter, undoing the bandages on her bicep. “I don’t want to listen.”

To her credit, she lets you fix her up. Methodically, silently, you clean her wounds and rewrap them in new bandages. She doesn’t get in the way unless it’s to take a swig of her drink.

When you’re done with her arms and back, you move to her front. She’s got an ugly gash on her calf, bruised midway from where the man had kicked her bleeding leg. You imagine this is causing her the most pain, not just physically. Nat’s not great with sitting still. She’s independent to a fault, enjoying control to the point that it’s probably some sort of diagnosable complex, and this restriction on her mobility has her restless and irritated.

Looking down at her, at the space between her knees, you wonder if she’ll cooperate with you. The last time you tried to clean her leg, she’d torn your duvet in half and has since refused to let you look at it. But Nat tilts her head, coy, and gestures toward the space in front of her with her bottle.

“Scared?” she whispers.

You glance at her face just in time to catch her tongue tracing the jagged end of a canine. Mutely, you shake your head. She smiles wide.

“Liar.”

Of course. You’re always scared of her. For her, too. But you don’t think it matters; it doesn’t change anything. You just want to help her, be good for her. Anyway, she’s trying to get a reaction out of you. You refuse to take the bait, raising your eyebrows and wiggling the bandages in your hand.

“Fine.” With a roll of her eyes, she parts her legs.

As if dealing with a feral animal, you move slowly, cautiously, afraid to make sudden movements lest she starts getting violent. You squat down and reach for the cuff of her sweatpants.

“Ah, ah.” She slides the leg back, staring down her nose at you. You pause. “Kneel, baby.”

Her eyes — did the ring of green get thinner? Your lips part, anticipation beginning to seep into your body, and you comply. Once you’re settled, looking up at her, she makes that same careless gesture with her bottle. A go-ahead.

As you work, she shifts to put her beer on the table and then combs a hand into your hair. You tense, eyeing her nervously, but she only watches you, imperious, intense, and remains silent. Nevertheless, you pick up the pace, tossing the antiseptic aside and winding the gauze around her pale calf.

She’s startlingly warm under your hands. Ever since… whatever happened to her — she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the details — she’s run hotter than ever. You can’t sleep under a blanket with her anymore unless you’re shirtless; the heat would be unbearable. Not that Nat has any complaints about that.

“All done,” you murmur.

The lack of reaction from Nat gives you the courage to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the top of her knee. The hand in your hair rewards you with a gentle scratch, and you can’t help melting into a smile. She’s still got that air of arrogance about her when you look up at her, but she’s not glaring. Which is why it comes entirely as a surprise when she clenches a fistful of hair in her hand, yanking your head back, and slaps you clean across the face with her other hand.

You take the full brunt of her palm with a cry, almost toppling over were it not for the grip on your hair. Your cheek burns, and so does your eyes. Mostly from pain, partly from the shock of it, maybe a little from shame when you realize you’re getting wet from the rough treatment.

Nat tuts. “Crying already?”

You imagine you look pretty pathetic on your knees for her, eyes glassy.

“Don’t give me those eyes, baby; you know I can’t help myself.”

“I just wanted to help.”

“I know,” Nat says gently, tipping your head back again so you can see the false sincerity on her face. “You can fix this, you know?”

Your eyebrows furrow, thoughts racing a mile a minute to puzzle out what she means.

“Don’t think so hard. You’ll hurt yourself. I’ll show you how, dumb baby,” she coos as she nudges your chin with the knuckle of her finger, and you can’t help flushing deeply at that. Then, she offers a hand, and you take it, and she tugs you up into a straddle on her lap. “Come here.”

You instinctively wind your arms around her neck, clinging on. Beneath you, she tenses and lets out a low rumbling sound that resonates deep in her chest. You inhale sharply.

Teeth. Sharpened to deadly points. Poised over your neck. Nat’s breath comes short and hot against your skin, and her tongue, when it peeks out, drags wetly across your skin.

This has happened once before; the first night she’d come back changed. Like before, she noses at your flushed skin, teasing you with the possibility of damage, and trails her teeth down to your traps. Back then, she hadn’t bitten you. She won’t now, you think, you hope.

She sighs again, hovering over the meat of your shoulder and prodding her teeth against you. Doesn’t break the skin.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself. Are you scared?”

This time, you nod. Nat’s lips curve into a smile, and her hold on your thighs tighten enough to bruise.

“You should listen, sweetheart,” she says against you. The front of her teeth scrapes over you when she speaks, leaving red marks behind. “I hurt you less when you’re good. Don’t you know?”

“How can you be in the mood?” you wonder, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “You’re half dead.”

“Barely.”

It would take a lot more to kill Nat like this. Anyway, how could you be in the mood when your girlfriend’s cut up like this?

Nat stands abruptly, ignorant to your yelps and complaints, and dumps you back onto the couch in quick succession. Before you can even register what’s happened, she’s yanked your bottoms down to your ankles and has climbed between your legs.

Even after that, you don’t get the chance to speak. She wraps her hand around your throat and pins you to the cushions. You grab onto her wrist.

Her body bears down, and you break into a sweat, in small part due to nerves, some part because she’s shoving her hand up your shirt to grab roughly at your bra, but mostly because she’s near scalding. You’re convinced her blood runs at a constant boil now. You’ve grown to love the heat, though. With her, pleasure comes white-hot, and you’d want it no other way.

“Nat-”

“No,” she growls, and you get an eyeful of her monstrous teeth. She flexes both hands, cutting off your airway and squeezing your breast painfully. You whimper, wound tight as a coil. “Listen to me, baby.”

You look at her through hazy eyes.

“Those eyes again. God, I love you like this.” Foolishly, your heart clenches at those words. She rucks your shirt up and claws her nails down your front. Beads of blood bloom from the thin scratches she leaves behind. “You’re beautiful when I hurt you.”

Her hand nearly crushes your throat closed, but then she releases you, and you suck air in desperately. Your hands, shaken off her arm, reach for the sides of her head. “Nat,” you croak, tasting the salt from your tears on your lips. “Nat.”

She shakes her head, descending on your chest. It hurts – badly. “Be good for mommy.”

“Mommy,” you gasp out, arching into her mouth. She ignores your pert nipples, electing instead to lick and suck at the burn between your breasts. “Please, please.”

“Shut up,” she hisses. Oh, her teeth are still out. “Hands above your head.”

You obey, another sad sound crawling out of your abused throat.

The dark pits of her eyes drink in the sight of you, face crumpled in pain and need. A thumb wipes up the last of your blood, and she delights in smearing it across your cheek.

“Messy baby, clean up after yourself. It’s basic,” she chides, thumb still rubbing at your face as if she were fixing up some runny mascara. “Be good now.”

You don’t dare to speak, just nod and look pleadingly up at her. Your core aches from neglect.

She makes quick work of that, reaching down to feel the slick between your thighs. Humming, she smirks and very deliberately rubs her middle finger over your clit. You jerk up into her, mouth falling open even as you strangle your moan.

“I could do anything to you, and you’d still want me.”

Again, you nod.

“Where did my little liar go?” she baits. You shake your head. “Say ‘thank you, mommy, for letting me breathe.’”

It takes you a moment to gather the brain cells and say: “Thank you, mommy.”

Her smile widens, teeth back to normal. “Again, for the lesson.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

She brings her hand down on your cunt, full strength. You scream, jolting away from her. Well, you would have if she hadn’t pressed you down by the chest, entirely uncaring about the wound she’d left there. Tears leak out the sides of your eyes, trickling into your hairline.

“Thank me for that too,” she demands.

“Thank you,” you cry around a hiccup.

One more spank, and another, and another. Your legs kick uselessly against the cushions, body twisting after every awful smack.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Your hole clenches around nothing, slick leaking onto the couch. Then, two fingers dip into you, and Nat thrusts them up hard and fast. She’d shoved them in on a contraction, and it hurts for a second before she’s curling her fingers into the velvet of your walls.

She makes a pleased sound. “Tight as always. Makes me want to tear you in half, baby.”

You stare up at the ceiling. “Th-” She starts up a fast pace, digging her fingertips into your front wall. “Thank you!”

Her cheek rests on your chest, listening to the thunder of your heart. “We should try that big one.” Impossibly, your heart rate quickens at the thought, and you manage to shake your head. She laughs, the sound sharp and cruel, and music to your ears. “Maybe another time then.”

She sits up then, still working her fingers into your cunt, and moves her other hand to your mons. She pets gently over your labia, a sharp contrast to the vicious pace she’s keeping up. Your head spins.

“My baby,” she breathes, “good enough to fucking eat.”

But she parts your folds to press her fingers into your clit, circling them once, twice, thrice, and you’re so close. So desperately close.

She leans down, near delicate in her movements, and licks into your mouth. You taste copper and beer and the faintest sweetness. Urgently, you try to kiss back.

If she’s mean, she’d pull back and deny you the chance to come with her mouth on yours.

She must think that you’ve suffered enough, though, because she rubs her thumb at your clit and drives her fingers deeper into you, and you push up as far as you can into her body with a scream. You’re swallowed in molten heat, pleasure stripping away at you until you’re just bones on the couch.

When you come to, Nat’s pulling out some bandages for your chest. You’re too tired to do or say anything, forced into silence by her dominance.

She smiles at you, still not kind, but it doesn’t look bestial like before. Maybe just self-satisfied. She strokes your sweaty hair as she fixes you up, shushing you if you moan quietly from aftershocks or pain. You are in a lot of pain, bruised and scratched up as you are.

“Good girl,” she says when she’s done.

Finally, you muster the energy to grab her hand and say, “Thank you.”

She lets you hold on for a few seconds before pulling away. “Sure.”

You wish she’d hold you for a bit, but you don’t vocalize it. She’s been through too much in the last few days; you shouldn’t burden her—

“Don’t be fucking needy,” she says, suddenly and harshly. Your face must have given you away.

“I don’t mean to be,” you mutter, bringing your arm up to cover your eyes. Feeling stupid, feeling mad that you feel stupid, you say: “It would just be nice if you’d stay for a bit.”

A hand grabs your arm, yanking it away from your head, and you’re treated to a view of her scowl. “Where would I go?”

You didn’t mean it that way, but you don’t know how to get out of this hole you’ve dug yourself. “I-I don’t know.”

Out of nowhere, her hand slaps your cunt again, overstimulated, sore, puffy. You groan, curling in on yourself and hugging your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, Nat.”

She takes the opportunity to sit down on the end of the couch, where your legs once were. The TV turns back on, and you hear her take a sip from her can of beer. “Clean up the hall later.”

At least she stayed.

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being karl jacobs little sibling ↠

↠ karl jacobs x reader ; fluff

↠ masterlist

hello to the entire smp’s favorite

you’re a big sweetheart like your brother

you’ve got this feral teasing, satan spawn side once you get comfortable around someone but it’s more cute than anything else

karl has always adored you & been protective of you

he used to be mean to you & tease you all the time but he grew out of that & now he is the bestest big brother

he loves you ok :(

you’re the baby of the family & karl must therefore make sure no harm comes to you

no one’s allowed to bully his baby sibling unless it’s him because then it is okay

he was the older brother who would just come into your room & lie on your bed & pretend that he’s doing it to be annoying but really he just wants to spend time with you

when he got his license he would always drive you places

school, friend’s houses, mcdonald’s, the gas station at one in the morning

he likes spending time with you i just want to make that point very clear

you two have always been really close & he just loves you alright

you’re first introduced to the internet as a possible winner of one of the many “one of the crew’s siblings gets the prize” mrbeast videos

you didn’t even know what was happening karl just picked you up one day like “get in loser, we’re doing a mrbeast video”

& off you went

suddenly you’re everywhere on the internet bc people just absolutely adored the way karl would check up on you throughout the entire video

which was obviously kept in because quality content

he brings you on or all the mrbeast videos he can

like the christmas lights video?

you were there helping him & sean win

(karl) JACOBSES FOR THE WIN L E T ‘ S G O

animal shelter video?

short little clip of karl facetiming you to show you the puppies & the camera just hears you “aw”ing over them

eventually karl does a stream w/ you & the plan was to play kirby’s epic yarn

but karl just gets absolutely spammed on discord

by who you may ask?

i think you already know

it’s tommyinnit begging karl to get on the smp w/ you & let him talk w/ you

tommyinnit: KARL YOU SHOULD LET ME SPEAK WITH YOUR SIBLING

tommyinnit: KARL PLEASE IT’S FOR THE CONTENT

tommyinnit: KARL

tommyinnit: DON’T MAKE ME INDIRECT YOU ON TWITTER.COM BECAUSE I WILL

tommyinnit: IT WILL BE FUNNY & I WILL BE MOSTLY WELL BEHAVED PROMISE

tommyinnit: KARL PLEASE

eventually karl relented & went on the smp & had you play

here comes big man tommy (& co.) to farm more “i spoke to my friend’s sibling” content

(you) haven’t you already done like fifteen of these videos?

(quackity) holy shit, did y/n just call tommyinnit unoriginal?

(george) i think they did oh my god

you meet tommy obviously & the other feral bois & a bunch of other smp members you bump into as you’re wandering around

karl shows you kinoko kingdom all proudly

he gets all smiley when you talk about how much you like it

you & the feral boys are kind of iconic ngl

bc you’re actually really funny you’re just kind of shy & need someone to hype you up

and these himbos are just the men for the job

karl would love to make content with you as long as you were comfortable with it

imagine doing a cooking stream but you like actually know how to cook smth & karl’s just your little assistant/hype man

(karl) go y/n, go y/n, go go go y/n

(you) i am literally putting salt in a pot of water

& then at the end karl just going full big brother braggart mode

(karl) guys this is literally the best thing i have ever eaten you all wish you had a sibling as cool as mine haha as if no one is as great as y/n so haha get rekt losers

meanwhile you in the background like “please stop”

the mrbeast crew absolutely adores you as well

chris especially is very verbal about how great you are

& there’s this clip of karl & jimmy just absolutely demolishing you & chandler in a chicken pool fight

suddenly it’s not a mrbeast video w/o a y/n cameo in some way

you are tucker’s official babysitter, what a privilege that is

it’s cool thought bc tucker loves you

you’re just such a lovable person

karl would totally love painting your nails or letting you paint his or whatever

& if you’re actually good at like nail art???

he loves you even more now wow

might help you up your fashion game or ask you for fashion advice too

he likes to show you off like a proud parent bc he just thinks you’re great & wants the world to know how great you are

would defo cry at your graduation just saying

prom/school formal?

cute picture of you all glammed up & laughing as karl is literally on the ground bowing to you

would go to as many of your games/recitals/concerts as he could if you have them

& if not he’d be sure to hype up the little achievements like a good test grade or baking a cake

basically: it’s karl’s job in life to make sure you know you are loved & appreciated

you all have one of those “siblings but besties” type of relationships

cuties, we love to see it

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