#daily tokens of thought

[saatmans]

My thoughts About Sleep Token members I would love to discover:

What were they like as children?

When did you start liking music?

When did you meet?

What is the happiest, saddest and funniest moment you have ever had?

Who is laziest, who is the most playful, Who wants the last piece of pizza?

Where would everyone's dream gig be?

There are so many questions, I hope to have some answers someday.

#sleep token #ii sleep token #iii sleep token #iv sleep token #vessel sleep token #daily thoughts

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh, and I know I can tell I'm falling further again But I won't turn away It's far too late for me

(It's too late for me / It's too late)

I can't really put into words how much of an iron grip this song has on me. Especially that last part, where he repeats "It's too late for me" - I can't listen to it without tearing up and waiting to sing along from the top of of my lungs. It's one of those where I desperately wish I didn't relate to it, but in a weird, sick way, I'm glad I do.

It's SUCH a cathartic feeling to just put in on full volume and sing along. I just know Vessel must've had such a visceral moment recording this (all of their songs really, but yeah).

#i could go on and on about it but i'm not really in the right mindset for coherent thoughts rn #but yeah #“i can tell i'm falling further again” - oh how i understand it #when you've been living with depression for over half of your life it's not hard to “tell” the signs #and yet it's so so impossible (it seems) to not let yourself sink down further #you've become so accustomed to it that your whole perception of reality shifts #it feels like this is as good as it gets and maybe you were never meant to break free #even when you desperately want to survive and cling onto something (that fall for me poem. ugh) #it's exhausting to try and resist so you just let yourself go #thankfully i'm in a MUCH better place i was a few years ago but this is still my daily struggle #i hope Vessel is getting all the love and hugs and forehead kisses he deserves #he sounds so fragile here it's heartbreaking #anyways #it's really late and i'm feeling emotional #sleep token #this place will become your tomb #darya's mixtape

[chibieggplant]

Sanji falls for you hard

Sanji Headcanons | when he has a crush on you

Sanji becomes even more chivalrous and attentive, constantly finding ways to make sure you are comfortable and happy, whether it's through preparing exquisite meals or offering small gestures of kindness.

He becomes noticeably flustered and tongue-tied whenever you are around, often stumbling over his words or getting lost in thought while trying to express his feelings.

Sanji's loyalty to you knows no bounds, he fiercely protective and he would willingly lay down his life to protect your honor or defend you if ever challenged.

He starts leaving small tokens of affection for you, whether it's your favourite snack, handwritten notes (complete with heart doodles) or a bouquet of flowers, expect daily gifts for you left on your desk.

Sanji's cooking reaches new heights as he dedicates himself to creating dishes specifically tailored to your tastes, hoping to win your heart through your stomach. Have a favourite dish he’s never heard of? You bet he will stay up all night until he’s perfected it!

Despite his normally confident demeanor, he becomes shy and hesitant when it comes to confessing his feelings, opting instead to show you his affection through subtle actions and meaningful gestures. You’ll never have to open a door yourself when he’s around.

He goes out of his way to protect you from harm, displaying acts of bravery and selflessness in order to ensure your safety at all times. Even if it means having to put on his big boy pants to get rid of the big scary spider in your room, he’s dying inside as he’s carrying it outside.

But he won’t just protect you from physical harm, he will also do his best to protect your feelings, going out of his way to shield you from any negativity and drama. He won’t stand for others trying to put you down, to him you should feel nothing but loved and valued.

The crew will often notice him staring out the window or out into the ocean as he daydreams of a future together with you. He’s picturing every romantic scenario he can come up with and imagining all the adventures you could share as a couple.

He often gets jealous or defensive when others show interest in you, though he tries his best to conceal his jealously, he wouldn’t want to cause you any discomfort or be controlling. But he swears to god if Law keeps looking at you like that he’s going to blow a fuse.

While he might front a suave demeanor, Sanji's feelings for you make him vulnerable, revealing a more tender and genuine side of himself that he usually keeps hidden from others. The guy wants to cuddle you so bad.

He becomes your personal cheerleader, offering words of encouragement and motivation whenever you need them, he will always believe in your abilities and potential.

Despite his usual flirtatious nature, Sanji's feelings for you are genuine and deep, and he would do anything to earn your love and affection.

#sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece #sanji x reader #sanji headcanons

[kingkatsuki]

— pampered

Just had this silly little thing in my head about going to get manicures with Bakugou.

Warnings: none, fluff.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Bakugou takes care of you.

And as much the media try to portray Dynamight in a less than favourable light, or cast aspersions on him unfairly. No one could deny the amount of love that he held for you.

Fans on internet were your biggest champions, photographs going viral for the way Pro-Hero Dynamight softened the moment he laid eyes on you, or the way he spoke about you during interviews as though you hung the moon and the stars in the sky to protect him from the darkness. Interviewers getting barely two word answers from him until they began to ask about you. Paparazzi pictures of you both together, holding the door open for you or carrying your handbag.

Making the big, mean, gruff Dynamight more human— shushing the critics, and unknowingly boosting his hero ranking.

And you’re lucky enough to be the one that gets to experience it behind closed doors too.

There are certain little things— tokens of his affection, that Bakugou enjoys doing for you. Things like making sure there’s a warm bath waiting for you when you get home from a long, rough day at work. Bringing home your favourite pastries from the bakery you like whenever his patrol route passes it by, sometimes even going out of his way to make it there although he’d never admit it to you. Making sure your AirPods are fully charged before your commute because he knows you always forget to charge them. And paying for you to get your nails done in whatever you can find the time.

His only request for this, as always, is to pick what colour that you get every time you visit. His lips curl into a smirk whenever you send him a photograph of the finished product, or even better— when they’re wrapped around his cock.

But Bakugou’s never once offered to come to the nail salon with you, often dropping you at the door with a kiss and his shiny metal card in hand as he finds something else to do for the time that it takes. Dutifully picking you up when you’re done and taking you home.

So you’re surprised when you find your boyfriend sitting beside you in one of the plush leather chairs as a nail tech files away at one of his hands. This time he’s seated beside you as you show him the selection of colour options in front of you, instead of the usual pictures on your phone. Completely off guard when he pulls out a picture of one of his agency logos on his phone, showing it to the woman doing your nails for her to try and replicate the black base paired with the signature orange cross across his chest.

“I wasn’t even going to get my nails done for another two weeks, you literally just paid for these.” You smiled as she continued to remove the old gel from your nails, soaking them as it gave you time to spin in your chair to watch your boyfriend.

“Yeah, but I wanted you to come with me.” He shrugged, swapping hands when the tech requested.

“So— What do you think?”

“Shits boring,” He scoffed, before his gruff features softened, “But I like doing it with you.”

“Maybe you can come with me more often then,” You grinned, “We can make it like date night.”

“Nah, I think I’ll leave it to you, sweetheart.”

“Imagine if the paps could see you now.” You laughed at the thought.

Picturing headlines splashed across all the daily gossip tabloids and news sites like Dynamight — soft hands for a soft heart, Pro-Hero Dynamight protects the hands that protect the city, What really lies beneath the gloves?

“They’d have a fuckin’ field day.”

“We should get matching colours, really give them something to talk about.”

“Piss off—” He sneered, although there was no real malice to his tone.

Bakugou’s manicure and hand massage was done far before your nails were complete, as he waited patiently beside you, a hand gripping your upper thigh as he watched the tech draw the intricate design onto your nails.

“They’re so perfect,” You gleamed as you held them up for him to see, the orange accented with streaks of glitter that made them sparkle as he opened the door for you to leave the salon.

“Now everyone will know that you’re mine.” He

“Like they don’t already.” You laughed as Bakugou opened the passenger door for you, leaning over it to steal a kiss as you took a seat inside.

“Yeah, but now everyone will.”

You’d wondered why Bakugou had been so eager to come with you to get your nails done, especially with the choice in design. Until the man you were in love with bent down on one knee in front of you, pulling out a shiny ring concealed in a black box from his pocket as you said yes.

Smirking in the background of one of your pictures as you held your hand up into the air, the ring now sitting pride of place on your hand while your nails shone in the evening light. Pictures that were certain to go viral by morning—

“I just wanted everything to be perfect like you.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #soft bakugou

[incognit0slut]

Right Kind of Wrong (12)

She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Spencer gets closer to the truth while she feels suffocated by the situation. wc: 4.3k

Series Warnings: 18+ explicit content, graphic details of murders, mentions of suicide, mentions of SA

a/n: Let me give you a long part as a token of my apology for being a slow writer. I hope this was worth the wait

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

"WE BELIEVE WE ARE DEALING WITH A MALE OFFENDER IN HIS LATE 20s TO EARLY 30s," Aaron Hotchner announced, his voice loud and jarring. "Based on the crime scenes, the Unsub doesn't have a lot of experience as they were most likely done in a moment of rage."

The team stood in front of the bullpen, facing a room full of officers and agents scattered along the space. Pens clicked and notepads rustled around them as everyone prepared to add insights to their unfolding narrative.

Rossi, who stood by the evidence board, skimmed his eyes across the room. "It suggests someone who is impulsive and might have difficulty controlling urges. This could also be a sign of an underlying mental illness."

"It's likely that there is some kind of history there, either of abuse or trauma in their childhood," JJ added. "It seems that the Unsub may have difficulty connecting with or relating to others and may be socially isolated as a result. He would mostly like to keep to himself."

Spencer took a step forward and carried on with their profile of the unidentified suspect. "The Unsub might also have grown up in a deeply religious environment. Their beliefs may have become twisted and distorted, leading them to believe that they possess a unique calling to carry out their crimes as a way of punishment."

"Based on the victims, the Unsub has targeted specific people whom they believe have harmed one of our witnesses," Morgan added, his voice seeming to turn deeper as he continued, "Y/n L/n."

A jolt of electricity surged through Spencer's consciousness. The human mind really was a powerful thing. Somehow the simple sound of her name projected the memories he had of her and suddenly he was seeing her face, her radiant smile, her beautiful eyes—he was seeing her so clearly as if she were standing right before him.

But then Emily moved past him, jolting him awake from his reverie as she bumped against his shoulder. "The Unsub has a sense of loyalty to her that they are acting out these crimes as a desire for retribution on her behalf. They might believe that they have a connection or some kind of relationship with Ms. L/n."

"We believe the Unsub might know her personally," Hotch addressed, his eyes, sharp and penetrating, scanning around him. "Go through places where the witness is most likely to go. This could be her neighborhood, workplace, daily commute, and so on."

The atmosphere seemed to shift as he finally dismissed the room. Everyone rose from their seats, each one heading to their respective posts and assignments. It didn't take long for the phones to ring in the background, followed by the constant shuffle of feet as the entire space started to come alive.

And as Spencer turned back to his desk, a familiar man pushing the glass doors of the office suddenly caught his attention. His steps faltered while the man looked around the room as recognition hit him. Spencer walked over, addressing him as one of the witnesses. "Mr. Adler?"

The other man blew out a sigh of relief. "Eric, please." He entered the office and gave Spencer a look. "The people downstairs told me I could find you here."

"You were looking for me?" He frowned. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I hope so," Eric replied. "Has there been any missing person report lately?"

The confusion on his face grew prominent at the question. "Not that I know of. Why? Is someone you know missing?"

"A coworker of mine hasn't shown up to work and I can't contact any of his family members," he explained. "I'm starting to get worried."

"What's his name?"

"Oliver Walsh."

Having an eidetic memory helped him recall the name easily. His mind went through all the information he gathered these past few days and remembered the exact name written on the list of employees. "When did you last see him?"

"Three—no, four days ago. He left work looking very troubled."

Spencer's brow was furrowed, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Eric's. "Troubled?"

Eric nodded. "He seemed distracted."

"Do you have any idea why he acted the way he did?"

"No," he responded. And then it suddenly happened. His eyes, previously engaged in maintaining eye contact, drifted upward for a fleeting second. It was as though a switch had been flipped in his mind and the gears of his memory whirred to life. "Although he did seem to act different that day... especially towards Y/n."

His stomach churned. A subtle tremor coursed through his limbs, betraying the unease that was slowly but unmistakably creeping into his consciousness. "...Y/n?"

"You remember her, right? She was with me the night it happened."

Remember her? She was the only person he couldn't stop thinking about. Spencer cleared his throat and leaned forward. "I'm aware Ms. L/n was also a witness."

"Well, Oliver has been fixated on her for so long, everyone in the office knows this. Y/n mostly thinks of it as a joke but I don't think Oliver sees it the same way as she does."

"And something happened between them on the day you last saw him?"

"I'm not sure." Eric sighed. "I saw them talking after work hours, and by the looks of it, I think Y/n was pissed at him." He then crossed his arms, his brows in deep concentration as he seemed to be recalling that day. "She looked like she was under a lot of stress, actually."

"Did you hear what they were talking about?"

"No. But after that, Oliver didn't seem like himself anymore. Then he didn't come to work the next day..." Eric trailed off, his eyes casting down before he mumbled, "I still don't know where he is now."

Spencer's mind suddenly became a whirlwind of calculated chaos, connecting the dots with lightning precision. His heart raced in his chest, pounding out a rhythm of urgency that echoed in his ears. There was no room for hesitation, no luxury of second-guessing.

He needed to move fast.

"Emily!" He called out as he saw his friend walking past them, quickly stopping her pace at the mention of her name. "Can you help Mr. Adler file a missing person report?"

"Uh..." she looked between the two men, uncertainty written across her face. There were questions lingering at the tip of her tongue but she stopped herself when she saw the urgent look Spencer was throwing at her. "Of course," she decided to agree, her attention shifting to the other man. "Right this way."

With a swift, purposeful stride, Spencer left them behind, his footsteps echoing the urgency that had taken hold of him. His heart was still racing when he walked down the corridor, quickly making his way to the room down the hall.

The door swung open with a resolute push, and he entered the room, his senses on high alert. "Garcia."

"I wasn't doing anything!" The woman sitting before him shrieked, closing the window tabs on the screen in front of her. Usually, Spencer would tease her on how unprofessional it was to be doing something else that wasn't related to work, but he didn't have the time to engage in playful banter.

Spencer stepped behind her, placing a hand on the back of her chair. "Garcia, I need you to find Oliver Walsh for me."

She wasted no time. Her fingers danced across the keyboard with a rapid, almost feverish intensity. "Oliver... Walsh..." The soft clatter of keys echoed in the room as she navigated through files and databases. "There are too many Oliver Walsh in this country."

"He works at the same company as Y/n."

"Should've mentioned that sooner." Her eyes scanned lines of text, images, and documents in front of her. "Bingo. Oliver Conrad Walsh was born on 18th December 1991 as an only child—wait, look at this. His family was part of The Haven Hill... a sanctuary of unwavering faith and profound tranquility?"

"Is it some kind of a cult?"

"I don't think so." Her eyes landed on an old article buried within the archives and clicked on the link before a picture of a worn-out brochure greeted them. "Prospective members are welcomed into Haven Hill, a secluded and serene enclave where faith and tradition unite. It seems like a very tight-knit community with a very religious belief—oh!"

Her fingers moved as she navigated through digital records. "Reid..."

"What is it?"

The screen suddenly displayed a grim history of illicit activities and misdeeds, a virtual breadcrumb trail leading them closer to the truth.

"Oliver Walsh was far from being a saint albeit growing up in a religious environment. Along with his group of friends, he was constantly rebelling ever since a very young age. He had to do a lot of community service for it too; underage drinking, burglary, public disturbances—oh dear."

"Attempt sexual assault?" Spencer read out loud.

"...a group of underage boys was proved guilty of trying to violate a fourteen-year-old girl on school grounds—"

"Garcia," Spencer stopped her, not wanting to listen to the rest of the story. "Give me his current address."

"Already on it," she responded, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Spencer's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't believe this, the suspect was no longer a shadowy figure; they were becoming real, tangible, and within his grasp. Then his eyes caught the shot of the man on the screen. A jolt of recognition surged through him as he scrutinized the suspect's image on the screen. The face staring back at him carried a haunting familiarity.

Memories raced through his mind like flickering images from the past. He remembered him, he always remembered people's faces, and that man right there was the same man he had seen in Y/n's house that afternoon. There was a huge chance this was all a coincidence.

But there was also a possibility of Oliver Walsh being the Unsub.

He didn't know which one was true, but what he did know was that he needed to find out the truth.

The sudden, shrill ring of his phone shattered the intensity of the moment. It was a jarring intrusion, snapping him back to the present. With a swift, almost automatic motion, Spencer reached for the device and answered the call without looking away from the screen. "Yes?"

"Agent Reid," the person on the other line greeted, their words rushed in a moment of panic. "I can't find her."

Spencer pulled his phone away from his face and glanced at the caller ID. Officer Anderson. A sense of relentless panic coursed through him as the realization hit like a lightning bolt. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a visceral reaction to the gravity of the call.

"What do you mean you can't find her?"

"I—" There was a sigh. "I-I was watching inside my car and I somehow ended up sleeping. She's nowhere inside the house now—"

"Did you call her?"

"She left her phone in the kitchen."

At that moment, he was acutely aware of every heartbeat, every pulse of blood coursing through his veins. Panic resounded through his thoughts, casting a dark shadow over him. It was a visceral, gut-wrenching sensation that threatened to paralyze him like the ground had suddenly shifted beneath his feet.

"I apologize, Agent Reid."

But then anger coursed through his body. He was suddenly angry—Angry at the situation, angry at the Unsub, angry at the officer who couldn't seem to do his one simple job. His jaw clenched, his knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone tighter, and his eyes flashed with fury.

"Being sorry isn't going to help you find her," he snapped. He then straightened himself. "I'll be there in ten."

"What happened?" Garcia whispered, noticing the sudden tension in his shoulder.

Spencer shoved back his phone and turned to her. "Garcia, I need you to inform the others, I have to go."

"What?!" She yelped, watching as he turned away from her. "Right now? Where are you going?"

But her question was left unanswered as he bolted out of the door.

There was no other way to explain what being followed by a disguised officer felt like. It was suffocating. Even everything felt suffocating these days, and when she meant everything, Y/n really meant everything.

At first, the idea of protection had offered comfort, but now it was an oppressive weight that bore down on her shoulders. Everywhere she turned, a shadow loomed, an unwelcome reminder of the loss of her freedom. The suffocating sensation was inescapable, restricting her every movement.

The constant surveillance had pushed her to the brink of stress and manifested in the form of tension that coiled within her, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. Her patience wore thin and the weight of anxiety rested heavy on her chest. One moment she was on the verge of tears, the next, she was snapping with sharp words, irritable and sullen.

She really needed a break.

"You should go to the gym," Sandy had suggested the other day. "It might help relieve the stress."

After debating whether it was a good idea to visit the gym when she couldn't even remember the last time she stepped foot on a treadmill, she finally decided to slip out of the house. She walked over to the black car she already grew familiar with and stood by the window—only to find Officer Anderson fast asleep behind the wheels.

A pang of guilt tugged at her, but the allure of temporary freedom was too strong to resist. It was an unexpected opportunity, a rare moment of freedom dangling before her like a tempting prize. Was it wise to leave without informing him? Probably not. But she couldn't imagine herself working out—all awkward, tired, and sweaty—with Officer Anderson watching her from the corner.

So silently, she retraced her steps. Her pulse quickened with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration as she walked away. It would be fine, she had assured herself. She would be back before he realized she was even gone. And with that thought in mind, she quickly made her way to the closest gym around the corner.

The place felt both familiar and foreign as she navigated the equipment, but she finally found her place in an exercise routine. Her muscles protested the unaccustomed effort, but with each movement, she could feel the tension slowly dissipating. It wasn't until she could barely feel her limbs anymore that she stopped and left the place.

Even though her body was aching from pushing her body to its limit, she did feel slightly better. Her steps also did feel lighter when she walked back to her home, and her mind felt calmer, and less chaotic than it did when she left her house. But as she approached her street, a knot of unease tightened in her stomach.

The evening's fading light cast long, ominous shadows that seemed to reach out and embrace her front door, which stood ajar. It was an unexpected sight, one that sent a chill down her spine. Two things flashed into her mind at that very moment. One, she realized Officer Anderson was nowhere in sight. His usual parked car looked very much abandoned with no one inside the vehicle. Two, she could probably die if she entered her house alone in this state.

Maybe she should call the police. Maybe she should call Spencer... Yeah right, she didn't even have his number. Maybe she should just call Agent Jareau. Or Agent Prentiss. Yes, that would be a wiser option than to—shit. She clutched her empty pockets.

She didn't even bring her phone to begin with.

She cursed to herself. This was a bad, bad decision. She was probably going to regret this, but she couldn't just stand there and do nothing. So very cautiously, she approached her house, her senses on high alert.

As she pushed the door open wider, it revealed a slice of the dimly lit interior. She couldn't help but hold her breath as she stepped over the threshold, her footsteps hesitant, almost reverent, on the creaking floorboards.

She stepped deeper into her home and slowly entered the dimly lit kitchen. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a figure standing shrouded in shadows, a silhouette in the gloom. A gasp of shock emitted through her lips, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, recognition washed over her like a tidal wave.

"Officer Anderson!" She yelled, placing a hand over her heart. "You scared me!"

"Ms. L/n," he breathed out, his expression softening when he saw her. "Where have you been?"

Guilt washed over her as she noticed the concern in his eyes but she quickly dismissed it, stepping further into the room, and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "I went to the gym."

"Why didn't you tell me? I'm supposed to accompany you—"

"You were asleep, I didn't want to wake you."

"You should've woken me up, Ms. L/n."

"You looked like you could use some sleep," she mentioned before glancing at the clock perched on the wall. "I was only gone for like an hour, it's not a big deal."

Officer Anderson looked like he wanted to argue with her, but stopped himself before letting out a sigh. "Can you please inform me whenever you step out of the house, even when I might be asleep?"

His concerned gaze met hers as he turned to her, a mixture of relief and worry in his eyes. Guilt twisted in her chest as she nodded. "Alright, I will."

"And please bring your phone with you at all times."

Her eyes snapped towards the device sitting on the counter. "I did forget to bring it with me, I'm sorry."

With a nod, the officer excused himself, giving her a moment of privacy to collect her thoughts. She watched him go, his retreating figure a testament to his dedication, despite the surprise of her brief absence.

Feeling overwhelmed by the mix of emotions—being scrutinized by an authority, being a potential target of a serial killer still on the loose—she retreated to her room, seeking solace in the familiar confines of her private space. She quickly peeled off her clothes which clung to her body from all the sweat and stepped into her bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the room as she turned on the shower, its warmth a soothing embrace. Steam enveloped her, and as the water cascaded over her body, the tension that had coiled within her began to unravel. Under the gentle caress of the water, she closed her eyes. Her shoulders trembled with the tension she had carried for so long, the weight of guilt, responsibility, and emotions too complex to unravel.

How had things turned the way it did? A few weeks ago her life seemed normal, yet now she was linked to a crime with her name at the center of it. This felt so unfair. Why her? Why now? Wh—

Bang!

She opened her eyes.

What was it now?

It sounded... it sounded like a thud coming from somewhere in her house.

The sudden interruption jolted her from the sanctuary of the shower. Her heart raced as she hastily wrapped a towel around herself and emerged from the bathroom, water droplets glistening on her skin. The door to her room suddenly wrenched open with force before a figure she last expected walked in.

"What the—Spencer!" She gasped, not believing who she was seeing. "What the hell?!"

His gaze met hers, and she saw something in his expression that sent a shiver down her spine. It was an anger she hadn't seen before, a storm brewing beneath the surface of his usual calm demeanor. His jaw was clenched, and his normally warm eyes were steely and cold.

"Are you crazy?" He suddenly snapped.

"Me?" She wailed, tightening the towel around her body. "Are you crazy? What are you even doing here?"

"What were you thinking going out without notice?" Spencer's tone was incredulous, his anger unabated. "Without informing Officer Anderson?"

So this was why he was here? To confront her reckless action perhaps?

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "He looked like he needed the sleep after constantly watching me with little to no rest."

Spencer's frustration deepened, his brows furrowing. "He's assigned to you to keep you safe. You can't just disappear like that, it's irresponsible."

"Well excuse me for being considerate," she retorted.

"You were being reckless."

"No," she argued. "I was being thoughtful."

"Why are you not taking this seriously?" His voice grew sharper, a desperate attempt to make her understand as he stalked towards her. "Can't you understand you were putting yourself at risk?"

"I was only gone for an hour."

"Something could've happened!"

"But nothing did!"

She met his frustration with a defiant glare, holding her ground as he approached her, his tall, intimidating frame only stopping when he was directly in front of her. She saw his eyes drift down her body before pinning his gaze on her face again.

"Y/n, I need you to be safe."

"I am safe! I've been safe ever since you guys put someone to watch over me. I've been safe ever since the same person has been following me everywhere I go, which if you haven't caught on my sarcasm, has made me feel more like in prison than actually feeling protected." Her voice was tinged with frustration as she squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. "It's like I'm being controlled."

"It's not about controlling you, it's about ensuring that nothing bad happens to you."

"I was simply gone for an hour, Spencer," she reminded him again. "No need to go all dramatic over it."

Then in the blink of an eye, the heated tension that had filled the room seemed to snap, leaving them both breathless and disarmed. But instead of reacting with anger or shouting, Spencer's frustration found a different outlet.

"Why are you not fucking listening to me?"

And in a sudden and unexpected gesture, he cupped her face in his hands. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, filled with a mix of emotions too complex to name. And then, in a burst of raw and unspoken desire, he leaned in and crashed his lips on her.

She was too stunned to speak, too stunned to respond. There was nothing else she could do but to give in his advance, because dear god, it felt too good to have his mouth moving against hers again. Spencer had kissed her many times before, but not like this. Not this rough. She could even feel the frustration seeping from his body as his lips moved against hers with urgency.

He continued to kiss her, biting hard at her bottom lip, teeth gnashing against the soft flesh of it as a rumbling noise vibrated deep in his chest. Each time she gasped in response at his teeth, his tongue forced its way into her mouth and lapped so mercilessly that she was left desperate for air each time he returned to assaulting her with his teeth and lips.

"Is this what it would take for you to listen?" He growled against her mouth. "Is this what you want?"

Speechless, she responded to his ardor with a fervor of her own, her body leaning into his, fingers tracing the contours of his face. She continued to stare up at him, trying to quickly piece together what was going on, though she nevertheless found herself aroused. It was as if their desire, long suppressed by their arguments and differences, had suddenly ignited, leaving them both powerless to resist the pull of passion.

"Answer me," he barked out.

"Yes," she finally breathed out. "Yes."

Releasing her face, his hands rose in between them. Her eyes dropped down, watching as he gripped her towel with so much force before he ripped it off her body in one swift movement, throwing the material onto the floor.

His eyes roamed over her body, tracing every curve and contour with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. His hands traced over her sides before he gripped onto her hips, tugging her towards him desperately. "I won't be able to restrain myself."

She knew what he meant. She was acutely aware of the tension seeping from his body, all the anger, all the frustration. She understood how hard these past few days had been for him, she could even feel it from the taught in his muscles. He was tensed and from the way he was looking at her with hooded eyes, he needed a release.

And so did she.

The intensity of the moment had ignited a different kind of fire within her, and her previous anger and frustration began to fade away, which was why she found one of her hands caressing his cheek, pulling him closer as he leaned his forehead against hers. "Then don't," she whispered. "Use me."

His eyes snapped to her.

"You can use me, Spencer," she assured him. "Use me in any way you want."

There was a moment of silence as he contemplated her words. "Do you mean that?"

She nodded. She missed this—dear god, she missed him so much. She hadn't realized how much she missed being close to him until she was standing naked underneath his heated gaze.

She pressed her lips against his softly. "I'm all yours."

And then he deepened the kiss and she melted into him, her tongue dancing with his. He slowly loosened his grip on her hips and found its way onto her hand resting against his cheek. He pulled away from her, tugging her hand towards him, his mouth hovering above her wrist.

"In any way I want?" He asked, gently brushing his lips over her pulse.

"Any way you want."

He smiled at her then, the first smile she saw on him ever since he barged into her room unexpectedly. But there was something about his smile that sent her into a frenzy of nerves. It wasn't genuine, it wasn't gentle.

It wasn't until his other hand reached behind him that she finally understood what his smile meant. Because right at that moment, to her surprise, he retrieved a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, and with a soft click he carefully bounded one of her wrists, the steel bracelets feeling cool against her damp skin.

And then his smile morphed into a more dominant edge as he leaned closer, his eyes burning with need.

"Any way I want."

>> NEXT PART

a/n: Did you think I wasn't going to insert another smutty scene in between all the chaos? You thought wrong!

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[natalievoncatte]

Lena was in the dark in more ways than one.

The lights in her penthouse were all dark save one, a night light in her en suite to ensure that she didn’t take a fall if she got up. Swirling the edge of a migraine, she’s grown tired of an again-delayed product launch and the hoary halls of power and their patriarchs. Few things frustrated her more than the spiteful condescension of old men clinging to a world with all the success of a man trying to gather all the sand in a desert through chapped fingers.

Few things annoyed her more.

One of those things, she could give no name. Since Lena had realized Kara’s identity, things had been tense between them. Mostly in a pleasant way; they had been feeling out this new normal, Kara tentatively broaching this or that topic to add to brunch chats and lunchtime gossip.

“Oh,” she’d say, “that last alien hit pretty hard,” as if being knocked clean through a fertilizer plant by a blow to the head were part of her commute.

To Lena it was all new, but there was something else with it. Something neither of them dared to name, some friable, delicate new shape that they could only feel by its edges. It began with Kara bombarding Lena with friendship. Fresh breakfasts hand-delivered at hypersonic speeds. Daily lunches. For the last month, Kara had spent every weekend at Lena’s, or vice versa.

Lena’s penthouse had a guest bedroom. Kara’s place had a bed and a sofa. Comfy, but it was no bed. That was how the dance began. The first steps were hesitant, the dancers circling each other without breaking the barrier. A token argument about who gets the bed, only for them both to share it. And once they’d shared it at Kara’s place, it made no sense for Lena to confine a living space heater to the guest room.

They didn’t discuss, or analyze, or talk it out. No boundaries were ever set, and so the dance continued. What started as two people curled up in a big king bed on opposite sides became the pair of them entangling during the night, then skipping the pretext and curling up with each other before the lights went out.

It was driving Lena insane. Kara never pushed, not really, and yet it just seemed to happen. It was as if her best friend was daring her to take the initiative. The morning when Lena awoke to find Kara’s arm protectively curled about her waist, her thumb hooked on the waistband of Lena’s lounge pants, she’d almost turned over and said something.

The excuse she made was that Kara needed her sleep after the pummeling she’d taken that afternoon. That Lena enjoyed how Kara grazed the pad of her thumb over Lena’s hip bone was incidental.

Lying in the dark, Lena knew that Kara had arrived by the sound of the balcony door opening and didn’t bother to call out to her. Still dressed in her suit, Kara peeked into the bedroom, her movements tentative, somehow almost birdlike.

She came back a moment later with a cool, damp cloth for Lena’s forehead and a few murmured questions, before excusing herself.

“Darling, you can stay,” Lena sighed. “I want you to.”

“Okay,” Kara whispered back, lightly seeping stray curls from Lena’s eyes. “I need to change. No peeking.”

And why would you be worried I’ll peek? Lena thought. A platonic Best Friend isn’t going to peek. Best friends don’t do that, just like they don’t nuzzle into each other on the couch. If Lena were Kara’s best friend, then Lena wouldn’t be looking so much, so openly. Admiring Kara’s smile and her biceps and the way her abdominal muscles strained those button-downs.

She wouldn’t be thinking so much about the touches, the way she’d sat in Kara’s lap for hours at a time or how Kara had carried her to bed or how Supergirl had lingered to cradle her post-rescue, well past the point of safety.

Lena wasn’t aware she was peeking until she’s already started. Kara’s suit had taken care of itself; it was her work clothes she needed to discard. When Lena turned over, there was the broad expanse of Kara’s beautifully muscled back, flexing deliciously as she pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.

Because Kara kept multiple sets of PJs at Lena’s place.

In Lena’s bedroom.

Because this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

Lena turned back, knowing with certainty that Kara knew. She must have heard the creaking of the mattress and the soft whisper of skin on silk sheets and the rapidity if Lena’s traitorous heart.

When Kara climbed in with Lena, the world shrank around the pair of them. Kara swept immediately to the boundary tonight, gathering Lena in her arms, hands finding spots just on this side of chaste, and their bodies molded together.

Lena was finally able to get some sleep.

When she awoke, later, Kara stirred with her.

“Zhao,” Kara muttered.

Lena froze, blinking in the dark. That wasn’t a nonsense word; it was Kryptonian.

“Come back. Zhao,” Kara muttered, as Lena stirred. She didn’t seem to be properly waking.

A nickname?

Lena couldn’t remember when she’d started calling Kara Darling, though she increasingly wished she had.

Dear diary, it was on this day at this date that I admitted my feelings to myself before wrapping them in cardboard and then in concrete and then in steel before shoving them somewhere deep down.

Kara, for her part, had tried a few pet names but most were one offs, never quite fitting. She’d even called Lena “buddy” once before Lena had cut that shit off with an arched brow.

Lena stilled. She could deny Kara nothing, and so drifted off to sleep.

By some quirk of fate, they woke almost at the same time. Lena was still groggy and bleary-eyed when Kara’s sky-blues flitted open, bringing more light than the sun itself. She shifted in the bed without letting Lena go and began to murmur something in Kryptonian, cutting herself off as that last sharp, buzzing word tumbled from her lips.

The only world froze. Kara stared at Lena with wide eyes, and the sudden tension between them made both women go rigid, neither willing to move, to break it.

“You called me that in your sleep,” Lena finally whispered. “Zhao. What does it mean?”

Kara was unusually pale.

“Oh, it’s sort of a term of endearment in Kryptonian. It means, um, ah…”

Lena sighed, cracking a soft smile. “Kara, I’m not fluent by any measure, but I know enough Kryptonian to know what Zhao means.”

“Oh,” Kara whispered, barely more than a short and sharp exhale.

“Even if I didn’t,” Lena whispered, locking eyes with her. “Your hand is literally on my ass right now.”

“Oh. Um. Golly. I’m sorry, I…”

Kara started to pull back. Lena gently took hold of Kara’s wrist and held her hand there. Her heart fluttered not only at the strength in Kara’s forearm but how those steel cable muscles went slack beneath her touch.

Lena swiveled her hips.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Kara whispered.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve got that covered,” said Lena.

Kara shivered. “No, I mean… I don’t know what to…” She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing.

Lena pressed in closer, until the space between them was more a theoretical concept than an actuality.

“Just say what you want to say.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Lena snorted a laugh, briefly ashamed at her inner dork, and afraid that Kara would take offense.

“Kara, you’ve been sleeping over every weekend with your hand in my pants for months. Yes, I will be your girlfriend.”

Kara grinned, starting to sit up.

“Come on, zhao,” said Kara.

Giving their partner a nickname/having their partner give them a nickname.

#prompt #supergirl fanfiction #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #ficlet #these are turning into random vignettes from their life together #waff #pointless waff #fluff #fluff with just the tiniest taste of angst #a little angst in the fluff is like salt in the pasta water #a little angst… as a treat

[coffeexafterxmidnight]

The Token Human - Part 3

Hi y'all, me again back with part 3 of this... adventure, let's call it that. Sorry for not posting this yesterday but I had a random Depression Day and couldn't get much done. I seem to be doing better though so, let's hope I don't have another one of those days for a week or so.

Part 1 Part 2 CW: nothing too bad this time! Just Wally having no sense of personal space, and stalking. And memory alteration, too. [what does it say about this fic that this stuff is 'not too bad'?]

You couldn't help it, you were a little jealous…

From your spot under a friendly tree, you watched Eddie on his daily route. He looked up from the envelopes in his hand. With a smile, he waved at you. You waved back. 

Eddie was a good guy, a friend of yours for sure. It wasn't his fault, not at all.

No, it was no one's fault, probably…

But as Eddie so stopped by Julie's house, three letters in hand, you had to look away. Something bitter chewed at you.

Why didn't you get any letters?

Seemed like everyone in the neighborhood got them. Family members and distant friends, pen pals from far away, even each other. But your mailbox remained only full of dust and longing.

Hard to think of who you'd want to get a letter from though. Your own family… you didn't want to think about that, for some reason that made you sad. Old friends… that made you sad, too.

You sighed and leaned against the tree, messing with the friendship bracelet Wally gave you. He made them with Barnaby and gave one to everyone. He even put yours on himself because you couldn't figure it out. The memory of his little nimble fingers brushing against your wrist still stuck out at you. Why did you always remember the weird stuff?

Wally wasn't around right now. You glance towards Home, in the center of town. Wally was busy inside his Home. Wally hadn't talked to you in a few days, really deep in painting. You wondered before if he was angry with you, but you hadn't done anything, not on that day or any other. Baking cookies with Poppy wasn't a bad thing. You'd even offered him some…

Wally was busy inside his Home. Everyone was having fun on their own.

I'm going to write a letter, you thought, and stood. That sounds like the absolute most.

Humming a cheery little song as you walked down the street to your house, you thought about who you'd send a letter to. Your parents? You didn't know their address. Some distant friend? You didn't know any of those either. Someone in town? You chuckle at the thought. Wouldn't that be funny, sending a letter to someone you saw every day.

In your house you found both paper and envelopes. You couldn't really remember when you got them - did someone bring them over for crafts? Were they part of Howdy's welcome to Home gift basket? Hard to say…

But you found paper and envelopes and stamps and a pen. You sat at your favorite desk, your only desk, and hovered the pen over the page.

Pause for a second. What were you going to say? What were you going to tell this person, someone you hadn't even decided on? Someone you might not even know. Someone… outside of Home…

It's a long shot, you thought. Your fingers clutched the pen until your hand shook. Such a long shot. If you screwed this up, you'd probably not get another chance.

It was a long shot but maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

You clutched at the memories with all your might. There had to be someone who remembered you, even if you didn't remember them. There had to be someone who could help you, out there.

The picture formed in your mind's eye, so clear, so perfect, the person you wanted to talk to more than anyone else…

Two arms locked around your body, pinning your arms to your sides. Cold sweat broke out on your forehead.

"You think too loud, neighbor," Wally said into your ear. "I could hear you from inside my Home."

He rested a fuzzy cheek on your shoulder and sighed.

"You were thinking of leaving again, weren't you?" He said.

You didn't speak, the words locked up in your throat. 

"I don't like it when my friends leave. At least, I think I don't. It's never happened before. Isn't that silly? Home is such a nice place, nobody who comes here ever wants to leave…"

The grip on you tightened.

"Except for you." 

The name slipped from your mouth. 

"Wally…"

"I think," Wally said, pressing up against the back of the chair, "You don't really understand. Home is great! Home is safe, and fun, and happy. Don't you want to be happy?"

A hand, too large, too long, gripped your chin.

"We could be happy here forever, and ever, and ever. You and me and all our friends. Why don't you want that? Why don't you want to stay with me?"

A felt finger traced the line around your lips, and your stomach churned, you squirmed in discomfort.

"There's nowhere to go, anyway. Silly, silly."

He pressed his cheek against yours. Your eyes watered.

"I'm all there is now," Wally said, "I made sure of it."

Your eyes went wide.

"What - what did you-"

His hand covered your mouth. The felt was soft. His grip was too, too strong. You struggled. A memory washed over you, Wally singing as he dragged you down a dark hall, Home creaking, squeaking, as you struggled struggled struggled struggled

"Wake up!"

Your eyes snapped open. Julie let out a cheer and wrapped her arms around your disoriented self. You raised a hand to your head, blinking in the sunlight. You were under your favorite tree, Julie and Frank on either side of you, Julie hugging you still, Frank adjusting his tie the way he did when he was composing himself.

"What happened?" You looked around.

"You were having a nightmare!" Julie said. "You fell asleep under the tree again!"

"I did?" You looked at your two small friends. "That was silly of me."

"What were you dreaming about?" Frank asked.

You stopped, thought about it. What were you dreaming about, that got you all scared like you were…?

"... I don't remember," you lied. "The last thing I remember thinking about was writing a letter to someone…"

"That's a great idea!" Julie shouted. "We can all write letters to each other."

"Tomorrow," Frank interrupted. "Some of us like to get sleep when it's dark."

As the two continued to bicker, you looked up towards the street. There he stood, your best friend Wally. He smiled at you. You tried to smile back, even as your pulse tripped and quickened in your body. 

Wally isn't your friend, where did you hear that from? Wally isn't your friend, but he'd never hurt you. Wally isn't your friend… but if he wasn't, then what was he?

He blinked at you, and you blinked back. What were you thinking about again?

After you left, walking Frank and Julie down the street, Wally threw himself down in the spot you'd been in before. It didn't smell like you. It didn't smell like much of anything but grass and dirt, and fresh leaves, but that was okay. He knew what you smelled like better than you did. And it was just the absolute most, just like you were.

He smiled. Thinking about you made him warm inside, happier than anyone ever had before. When he closed his eyes, he could see you so easily, around town, with your friends, in your bed, fast asleep and safe from the world. He liked those little moments best, when it was just you and him. When you shivered under the covers, he tucked you in. When your eyes flooded like little faucets, he wiped the water away. He sat next to you for hours and hours, never bored, not once. And when he had to go, he kissed your forehead, just like family did, before heading back Home again.

Oh, Wally wasn't stupid. He'd done a bad thing. But maybe, it was okay to do something bad, if it meant something good would come out of it?

And Wally - Wally loved you so much. So much more than anyone you knew back there. How to show it, he didn't know. How to make you feel it, he wasn't sure either. But there had to be a way, right? Someday you'd love him too, just as much as he loved you.

He had to keep telling himself that. If he didn't, he might do something scary. Something bad. And he couldn't eat your memories away for good, not like the others. He could eat and eat and eat, but yours always, always, came back.

Wally thought about the look on your face, how you trembled and your eyes got all wet and scared. He smiled, even though it was sad. Maybe that was his fault. Maybe he didn't want you to forget. It was wrong but… he liked it, when you were scared. Your fear tasted so, so good…

The sun slipped down the sky and you would crawl into bed after everyone else did. And when you did, he would be waiting. 

#welcome home x reader #welcome home fanfic #welcome home wally #welcome home #welcome home arg #yandere wally darling #wally darling x reader

[thecuriousquest]

Master List Part Two

Updated 11/29/2023

***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.

<Master List Part One

Master List Part Three>

Key:

💙 = Platonic Yandere

💜 = SFW Yandere

🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)

💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion

🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)

🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugou:

Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here 💙

Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here Part Two 💙

Sharing is Caring Headcanons 🖤

SFW Bakugou Sharing Headcanons 💜

Dirty Mouth 💙

Yandere Drunk Bakugou (NSFW) 🖤

Hole in the Wall 🖤

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

EAT, DAMNIT! 🖤

The Barbarian King and His Queen 🖤

The Ultimatum 🖤

Keigo Takami:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Baby Bird Part Two 💙

Come on Out, Chickadee 💜

Helplessly Trapped 💜

Eijiro Kirishima:

Yandere Big Brother Kirishima Headcanons 💙

A Night Out 💜

Dabi:

Your Big Brother is Here 💙

My Big Brother, My Hero 💙

Gentle Dabi Headcanons 💜

Playing with Fire 💙

Death, Sweet Death 🖤

Reaching into the Fire 💙

You’re Pissing Me Off 🖤

Body Mods 🖤

Tamaki Amajiki:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Shoto Todoroki:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Daily Reminder #2 💙

Skin and Bones 💜

Izuku Midoriya:

You’re My Everything 🖤

Shigaraki Tomura:

Yandere Shigaraki Headcanons 💜

Stockholm with Shiggy HCs 💜

Shouta Aizawa:

A Stressful Punishment 🖤

Kai Chisaki:

The Infection 🖤

Big Brother Overhaul Headcanons 💙

Overhaul HCs 🖤

Hitoshi Shinso:

Mind Jack’s Late Night Catch 💜

TodoBakuDeku:

Don’t Get Your Hopes Up 💜

Dabi!Hawks:

A Little Tied Up Right Now 🖤

Guardian Angel 🖤

EraserMic:

Dating Rules 💙

Platonic Yan!Dads EraserMic Drabbles 💙

KiriBaku:

Tag Team (NSFW) 🖤

Naruto Shippuden

Kakashi Hatake:

What Happened to Your Tag? Part Two 💜

Mud Puddles Aren’t Fun 🖤

His Little Leaf 💙

Horny Blurb 🖤

Itachi Uchiha:

Difficult Times Call for Drastic Measures 💜

Shikamaru Nara:

You Have Friends? 💜

Sasuke Uchiha:

Yandere Sasuke Pregnancy Headcanons 🖤

My Dearest Friend 💙

Naruto Uzumaki:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Kurama:

Yandere NSFW Alphabet: Kurama (Pre & Post Redemption) 🖤

Multiple Characters:

Punishment no Jutsu 🖤

Yan!Rock Lee & Yan!Shikamaru Nara + Chubby Reader Headcanons 🖤

Yandere Team 7 💙 & 🖤

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman:

The Favorite 🖤

Promise Me (AU of A Tonic for Jealousy) 🖤

If the Boot Fits 🖤

A Good Cadet Follows Orders 🖤

The Captain and the Duchess Part Two 🖤

Platonic Yan!Dad Levi Headcanons 🩵

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Best Husband Ever 🖤

My Stone Cold Husband 🖤

The Captain and the Duchess Part Three 🖤

Levi x Broken Reader Headcanons 💜

Midnight Walks 🖤

A Good Cadet Follows Orders Part Two 🖤

That Fateful Night 🖤

Little Pet (Prequel to The Favorite) 🖤

Runaway Soldier 🖤

A Rough Punishment 🖤

A Token of Appreciation 🖤

Safe Word Denial HCs 🖤

You Look Handsome Today 🖤

The Proud Marleyan Soldier 🖤

A Happy Little Family 💜&💙🩵

Years Later… 💜

Big Brother is in Charge 🩵

Be Quiet 🖤

Easy Way or Hard Way 🖤

Where Rebellion Leads You 🖤

Armin Arlert:

The Art of Manipulation 💜

Erwin & Levi:

Working Together 🖤

Fairy Tail

Natsu Dragneel:

Parties and Punishments 💙

Period Pains Headcanons 💜

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Happy:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Demon Slayer

Muzan Kibutsuji:

To Obey, to Service, and to Kneel 🖤

Horny Blurb 🖤

Giyu Tomioka:

The Choice 💜

True Adoration 🖤

Inosuke Hashibira:

Yandere Inosuke Headcanons 🖤

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Tengen Uzui:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Tanjiro Kamado:

Tanjiro Big Brother Headcanons 💙🩵

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #triggering themes #triggering content #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #naruto #naruto shippuden #attack on titan #fairy tail

[a-very-tired-jew]

Fandomization, Fervor, and Fuck Off

A consistent and appalling behavior since October has been the fandomization of the I/P Conflict by anti-Zionists and co. Many of us on this site have documented and talked about such behavior. From my own personal experience it reminded me of certain anime fandoms back in the day when they first emerged. If you weren't talking about it and it wasn't all consuming then you were a problem. I remember conventions being hell as these new fandoms crashed photo shoots and panels that weren't about them. The way in which anti-Zionists crash into other issues to make it about their particular one is reminiscent of these behaviors. As I've stated before, my toes are dipped into a variety of scientific topics as an ecologist. One of them is climate change and for the past few months the conversation within CC spheres has been forcibly turned to I/P and the "wanton destruction of the Palestinian landscape by the evil Jews Zionists. Thereby proving they're not indigenous because no indigenous culture would destroy their landscape." Never mind that the conversation prior to that moment was about pollinator loss due to climate change and habitat loss. This is Fandomization and Fervor. The want to drive your fandom into every single topic and make it everything. But now? We're in the Fuck Off stage, and I don't mean this as us telling anti-Zionists to fuck off, I mean the Fandom is telling people within it to Fuck Off or, at least, shut up. Since the beginning of this conflict there have been moderate voices within the anti-Zionist activist movement. We talk about the outright antisemitic and hate fueled ones here, but don't talk about these persons enough. The Moderates are the ones within these spheres that get pointed to when we bring up antisemitism because they bring nuance to the movement and try to curb the worst of the vitriol. They are the ones that screen capped and held up besides the token "Good Jews". While they didn't necessarily have as much of an impact in the beginning of the conflict due to the lack of numbers and the overwhelming fervor, zealouness, and righteousness of anti-Zionists, they are being noticed now. Many of the spaces I am in that posted incessantly every day and had multitudes of conversations about I/P throughout them have now become relatively silent. There might be a brief conversation over the course of 30 minutes here or there, an article gets posted every few days, and the AJ update is the only daily posting. Now, when larger conversations kick off there is more attention paid to the Moderates and the nuance they bring because it's not rapid fire anymore. People don't have to scroll back through hundreds of messages to find the nuance, it's right there and it's loud and clear. So they're being told to Fuck Off In every space I am in I have seen some variation of "Shut up, every time you talk the conversation ends" told to the Moderates. Why? Because each time they are addressing something that would have radicalized people earlier in the conflict. They are addressing outright hate and/or contradictory messaging. The culmination of which has been talking about the Islamic Republic's recent attack on Israel. I have seen them blatantly call out their activist community for celebrating an attack by a country that stands antithetical to everything its members say they stand for (LGBTQ+ rights, women's rights, political rights, etc...) and jails, tortures, and kills people like them. As such, the Fervor and radicalization of new fandom members can't happen, and I see it angering the people whose entire identity has revolved around the Fandom and the hatred associated with it. The cognitive dissonance that the Moderates invoke in the radicals has resulted in some outright hatred in these communities that I thought was reserved only for us Jews. But now? Now it's clear that the most ardent members of the Fandom are just full of hate. That's it. They don't actually care of Palestinians, they just want to justify their hate and wallow in it.

#jumblr #antisemitism #leftist #fandomization

[dinozarr]

jockboyfriend!gojo is literally all i can think rn ¹⁸⁺

𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 . . . is everything you ever expected. he’s cocky, he’s conceited, he’s the goddamn quarter back for christs sake; his ego only enlarges by the masses. Tornados of fangirls try and stop him daily, enthralled by his boisterous aroma and just flat out suffocating persona. If it weren’t for you than he would’ve been trampled over more than a hundred times… in a day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Satoru Gojo not only thinks he’s the shit, but he knows he is. He got a full ride as a freshman in high school, and graduated early just so he could play for the University of his dreams. That fact alone was his token treasure when it came to showing off around the other players; his own and from other schools. He was above all else— the chosen one, if you will. He listened to no one below or above him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀No one.. except for you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He’d lick the cafeteria floor just for the sole purpose that you told him to, joke or not. Anytime word got around (which was frequent with the obnoxiously loud man) that he wasn’t going to a party, or attending an event, simply because you suggested staying in and lounging around; everyone and their mother was discussing whether or not he was genuinely for real and was actually going to listen.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And he did.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Single.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Was it because he knew that listening to you was better than smelling like booze and vomit from random strangers was unanimously 100x better? oh most definitely.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But, it was also because, he’d always end up beneath you every damn time. No matter what, you both somehow seemed to end up with him whining tremendously while lying beneath you, the flesh of your waist in hand whilst you rode him as if it depended on your life. The skirt to your cheer uniform would ride up the sides of your plump thighs, Satoru’s long and calloused fingers trailing beneath the fleece fabric and delving into the skin of your hips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His throbbing dick prodded into your greedy cunt with ease, the juices that leaked from both of you causing an utter mess to be formed on Satoru’s lower abdomen. Each time you curled your hips while lifting yourself from the base of his dick— just to slam right back down and cause nerve rattling moans to ricochet off the bedroom walls. They (walls) may have been thin, but nothing was more ignorant than young adults that were ultimately terrified of a 6’2 cheerleader. Let alone the damn captain.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your newly filed nails would rake against your stammering mess of a boyfriends abs. His toned abs. The same ones he’d flash to everyone after throwing the winning pass in a game. Those same abs were lathered in both of your climaxes, vague and delicate spanish murmurs tumbling from your incoherent lip movements.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “F-F-Fuck, Y/N, I-I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Oh- fuck!” he slurred out huskily through the moans he tried his utmost hardest to suppress, yet failed miserably due to how diligently you rolled your hips against his.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When you both released with hard groans of pleasure suffocating the air all around, your upper body fell onto his chest as your combines liquids spilled from your pussy. Your leg twitched as his hand rested along the side of your ass cheek, each of you humming in delight with your eyes barely even open.

NOTEZ : guys i’m a wee bit drunk rn (almost wasted🤓☝️) and erm !!! well i thought of this so like have it ig. idk i’m going to bed goodnight 🚪🧑‍🦯‼️

ᶻ z Z ! © TAKST4Z — all rights reserved. mature discretion. please do not plagiarize or steal any of my works or graphics.

#❙ ⋆ 𝒁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝑺 ❞ #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk season 2 #jjk satoru #jjk geto #jjk x poc!reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n

[many-shades-of-violence]

being part of their crew I Donquixote Family

✢ characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Corazon, Trafalgar D. Law, Baby 5, Dellinger, Pika, Diamante, Trebol. Giolla, Monsieur Pink

✢ content: slice-off life, mafia dynamics, loss, death, grooming, gaslighting, immorally characters

✢a/n: the continuation for my "being part of their crew"-series. Next up are the Strawhat Pirates.

Impressed by your actions, Doflamingo extended a hand, inviting you to join the crew. He recognized that your fervor to safeguard the youngest member of the crew could be harnessed to shape loyal soldiers, ready to uphold his reign of power.

Beyond your vigilant guardianship over Baby 5 and the other junior members, you embraced the role of an informant, delving deep into the shadows of the Underworld to procure valuable resources for Doflamingo's realm.

The tender yet resilient presence of Corazon became an anchor of support, his brotherly demeanor creating a haven for you. His scruffy yet tender disposition beckoned you into a realm of trust and camaraderie. With a shared love for cigarettes, you often retreated together to concealed corners of Spider Town. Amidst the veil of smoke, you exchanged stories and concerns, finding solace in his soothing presence. Corazon's patient guidance in learning Morse code paved the way for a unique means of communication—an unspoken language that became your secret conduit for sharing thoughts, emotions, and even stolen moments of levity.

Your connection with Doflamingo, though intricate, was marked by a shared ambition and the complexities of loyalty. Your allegiance to the Warlord manifested as unwavering dedication to his cause. As you delivered crucial intelligence to him, your strategic acumen proved invaluable in realizing his ambitions, fostering a sense of trust between you. His ability to draw you into a world of power and intrigue was both captivating and unsettling, a testament to the intricate tapestry of emotions he stirred.

As your bond with Corazon deepened, it introduced layers of conflict to your relationship with Doflamingo. The tension between your attachment to Corazon and your loyalty to Doflamingo created a dynamic that tested your resolve and blurred the lines between duty and desire.

Your rapport with Trebol, Pika, and Diamante often pivoted around cutting banter and sardonic repartee. Despite the trio's lack of moral grounding, their unwavering loyalty to the crew made it easy for you to look away, even in the face of their cold-blooded actions.

From time to time, you found yourself at the mercy of Monsieur Pink and Giolla's dress-up tendencies, amusing the whole crew with their fashion experiments on you.

During combat training with Baby 5, you witnessed the astonishing versatility of her body as she transformed it into an array of formidable weapons. Her tokens of affection, occasionally bordering on excess, were as unconventional as her affections, underscoring her profound regard for you since the day you saved her life.

Law's entry into the crew brought an unexpected shift to your daily life. The palpable aura of a young boy burdened by his hatred for the world and the specter of impending mortality resonated deeply with you. Your initial attempts at camaraderie saw you treading carefully, almost mirroring Corazon's fate of a knife to the back. However, your willingness to listen and offer a space for Law to share his concerns inspired confidence in his eventual integration within the crew.

The tragic demise of Corazon at the hands of his own brother cast ripples across your allegiance. Depending on your loyalty to Doflamingo and your evolving understanding of the family's dynamics, you faced the pivotal choice of persevering alongside them, marked by a pang of regret for Corazon's unfortunate trajectory, or extricating yourself from the family's grasp. Years later, you'd find yourself collaborating with Law to orchestrate a complex plot aimed at dismantling Doflamingo's rule, reflecting your resilience and strategic acumen.

#one piece #op #corazon #one piece x reader #donquixote corazon #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote brothers #baby 5 #dellinger #buffalo #diamante #trebol #pika #donquixote family #monsieur pink #giolla #my stuff #writing

[noobydabooby]

Wingman!

Helloo!! Hope youre having a great day wherever you are:) heres another gekko x reader because I love him sm<33 (may be a little short)

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You’ve been apart of the valorant protocol for about a few months now, just getting the hang of the guns and missions every week or so. Then came a new recruit, Gekko to be exact. When you met him, he seemed chill, but you did notice how he acted a little off towards you than other people. Since he came, you two have only interacted about three or four times. After that, you two have been quiet with each other mostly due to missions.

It was then a week later you had started receiving strange gifts left on your desk in your room, along with strange little paw prints next to them. It became almost a daily thing, you coming back from missions or training and finding either chocolates, flowers, or other gifts somewhere in your room. You were a bit concerned because how the hell could anyone get into your room unnoticed by anyone?

Over time you had an idea of who, or rather what had been giving you all this little token of appreciation. After coming back early from training after feeling a bit more tired than usual, you heard strange noises, kind of like little blob sounds from around the corner of the hallway your room was in, but once you caught up to it, nothing. You decided to look a little more closely at every gift you’ve been given, finding the same paw print on everything.

One day after a particularly challenging mission, you come back expecting to find a small little flower on your desk, but this time, a bouquet of flowers lay on your bed with a little note attached to it. You picked up the bouquet which read, “Gekko may be too shy, but I’m here to show you that someone cares about you more than you know” with a little smiley face at the end.

After reading that, your suspicions had been correct, it had been wingman sending you all these gifts either sent by Gekko or taken them to you himself. “God.. didn’t know his little creatures knew how to write!” You thought, intrigued by the note. A small warmth filled in your heart, does “Gekko actually love me?” You decided to figure that out on your own by confronting him.

You waited until Gekko had returned from his mission, asking to talk to him privately once he got back. “So… I found this note on my bed,” you said handing him the note given to you by wingman. Gekko stammered a bit, his face reddening by the second. “What do you think he’s trying to tell me?” You asked with a teasing look.

“Uh- well, my buddies, especially wingman have a.. mind o-of their own! Maybe he just likes making people…feel..special?” Gekko stuttered, caught off guard. You looked at him in amusement, “Or.. maybe he’s trying to tell me something you won’t?” Eventually Gekko gave in, “Alright, maybe he might be on to something, I may have caught feelings for you, but you know, haven’t got the guts to tell ya myself,” he finally admits rubbing the back of his neck.

In that moment, Gekko’s feelings were laid bare, his crush on you being revealed, Wingman came out of his little pouch cheering happily after successfully matchmaking his owner with the love of his life.

#gekko x reader #gekko x you #valorant gekko x reader

[a-s-levynn]

I'm terrified to post this. So watch me sprinting away into the distance after dropping this.

Open love letter to -in extension to the wider ST community on tumblr, but especially- to the fellowship of Sleep because without you, life would be much more lonely

My Friends,

It was today when it finally dawned on me that you gave me the most undescribably precious gift. Many of you probably going to relate to this to some degree because i am not unique in any sense but i had to get this out. And by just the sheer lenght probably not many of you will read it. But i still need to put this out there, even if i'm being obnoxious and probably sound overdramatic and maybe even cringy.

I struggle with a lot of things. Anxiety, self doubt, depression, paranoia, self destructive tendencies, self isolation and the list goes on to even darker places. All in all i have a suboptimal mental state to put it lightly. I feel inadequate in many ways. Especially with connecting to people.

To this day, i struggle every day, seeing my friends, you, talk on a daily basis, have inside jokes and wonderful conversations and whatnot and either i like it or not, thoughts intrude: "am i doing enough? Am i a good enough of a friend? Do i really have a place among these wonderful bright souls? Am i intruding? Am i inserting myself into spaces i do not have any right to be? Am i forcing myself into your circles?"

For the longest time, on most days the conclusion was no. I do not belong. You were just being nice to the pathetic little creature in the corner because by nature you are simply kind. But as the weeks went by i learned that you are also awkward people with your own stuggles and hardships which are far harder and more painful than mine. That you are choosing to be kind every day, in spite of what life threw at you. Because you know.

I started to see you also crave a particular type of companionship and you reach out with the same trembling hands, hoping that someone sees it and grabs it. That someone finally says: you are not alone. I am here. For you. With you.

And you did. You've seen a bunch of hands fumbling in the dark, desperate to hold onto something and went: yeah.. i think i'll grab all of them. Because we are coming from the same darkness. And if i can help pull you into the light than you might have the strenght to do the same for me, so we can all sit in the warmth of the fire. The fire we built together. A fire that is growing ever brighter and allowes us to see even more hands on the edges to be pulled and invited into the circle.

So we have. For a while sitting almost silently, showing the things we found along the way. Tentatively feeling out the boundries. Than we broke the silence. You even started to call me your friend at some point. I already considered you mine because i'm painfully lonely and just the gesture, that you included me among the hands you grabbed was enough for me to see you mine. But all in all, for some unknowable reason, we became friends.

The weeks turned into months and i felt a bit more comfortable to approach you on my own clumsy and awkward ways. Many of you know by now that Tiny Token was born because i was too afraid to send a happy birthday ask to someone. I still apologize regularly just for adding thoughts to posts even if i only do it in tags. I am afraid. Of so many thing.

We still don't talk daily. Yet we still call each other friend. We have actual plans now. I still stuggle with the though of not being enough. There are still days when i feel you just feeling pity towards me.

But lately there is an other thought there. Which makes me feel bad for thinking that way. A thought that's never been there before. "If i was truly bothersome or annoying or any way too unpleasent, you could simply walk away. This is the internet after all. You could just block me. You have the option to walk away but you are time and time again choosing not to. No matter how many days pass by with us not talking, you are there. I can count on you. I'm still hesitant to reach out and dump my superficial adversities on you. But i also see you keeping the door ajar, leaving the option there to be approached if anyone needs it. So it would be not just a disservice but an outright insult to you if i'd think you are just acting out of pity. But if you like me than.. there has to be something about me to actually to be worth knowing?"

And that is doing something that ten years worth of failed therapy could not. You made me question my self doubt. It is still there and will be for the rest of my life. But now there is a steady counter balance i never had this solidly in my life ever before.

I'm still afraid to ask even if anyone would be up for a talk, let alone a call because i have little to offer in conversations. I don't talk much by default and that is not a good base for conversations. I'm still terrified of overstaying my welcome. But i also know now that you probably wouldn't mind from time to time. Because you understand. Maybe one day i will get there. I don't know when but there is a hope i never truly had before.

This is something i will never be able to repay you. Thank you for understanding that we all have different levels of anxiety and fear and not holding it against one and other. I'm writing this to you with immens love and eternal gratitude i cannot truly express in any way that does it justice: Thank you for showing me hope. Thank you for being the way you are.

You gave me the biggest gift there is to give.

You gave me your friendship.

I love you.

Yours in friendship,

Levynn

#i know this is long and probably will annoy some people on the dash but this one i refuse to hide under a cut #so i'm just posting this and inelegantly running away immediately in terror to check back hours later

[slowlypalefire]

Harrison vs Victor Event story

Part 1

*The translation are not guaranteed to be entirely accurate, so expected some errors.

The season is February. Valentine's day is getting close.

At the end of my mission, I secretly visited a popular chocolate shop.

(When it comes to Valentine's Day, of course,maybe chocolate?)

(It might be a good idea to give it to the Crown members as a token of your daily gratitude. Also-)

Harrison: "You're so happy even when you're alone. eh"

I heard a voice that made me stifle a laugh. When I looked behind me, Harrison was there.

Kate: "Harry, why are you here,Huh!? We should have separate a while ago..."

Harrison: "Did you think you'd manage to separate from me after the mission?"

Flash back

Harrison: "This is the end of this mission. Kate, from now on-"

Kate: "Ah, that's though! I have something important to do.I just remembered something, so please excuse me. Well then."

Harrison: "Oh, hey…Kate?"

End of flash back

Harrison: "It would bother me if you left in such an awkward manner."

"I thought you might get into trouble again, so I followed you and..."

Pausing, Harrison looked inside the store.

The interior was decorated with enthusiasm for Valentine's Day, and my purpose was completely obvious.

Harrison: "..Sorry about the that."

Kate: "It's okay. It was my fault for being too lax."

I'm trying to prepare for Valentine's Day It was easily discovered that I had done this, and I was relieved of my own naivety./

It was easily discovered that she had been trying to prepare for Valentine's Day, and she was relieved at her own carelessness.

Harry shook his shoulders funny, and said, while he looked into my face.

Harrison: “So, are you going to give it to me? Kate's 'chocolate' "

Kate: "That's-"

Victor: "I also want to receive chocolate from Miss Kate"

Kate: "Victor!"

Harrison: "...Wow"/ "...Uwa"

Victor: "Gokigen yo, Kate, Harrison. I can't believe I ran into you all on my way here!"

"I am lucky enough to be loved today too."

"I’m a lucky boy!"

Harrison: "Guys like you really show up everywhere"

Victor: "It was a coincidence that we met like this.Coincidence! Let’s not be shy and get along."

Harrison: "Stop it, don’t cross your arms,Na. Don't come near me."/

"Stop, don't cross your arms. Don't do it. Don't get close to me."

Victor: "Again, again ~ I'm happy"

(This is how these two argue when they meet face to face.)

Perhaps the problem is that he cares too much, but Harry, who is usually an adult, only dislikes Victor, didn't even try to hide it.

(Is it like a parent and child? No, isn't it too old?)

(Anyway, I smile just looking at it.That's true, isn't it?)

Victor: "Valentine's day is important to both men and women.The fact that you can convey gratitude and love to others.It’s a fantastic event.

"I love Valentine's Day. Let's enjoy it!"/

"I love Valentine's Day. Let's have a lot of fun!"

Harrison:"...When you're like this, your voice is too loud"

Kate: "Fufu... But that's exactly what Victor says.Because it is a great event and i have to enjoy it "./

“Hehe... But Victor is right. It’s a special occasion. I have to enjoy it "

Victor: "I see! I think I'll buy one too.Well then.."

Clerk: "Um,I'm sorry. The product is currently out of stock."

Kate: "It's very popular.Don't you have anymore ingredients?"

Clerk: "The ingredients is out of stock as well.Right now, we are only accepting reservations for products."

Kate: "Eh?"

(It seems strange that there are no products at all even though it's before Valentine's Day and it's a good time for stores to fill out items.)

Harrison: "I knew it"

Kate: "After all, what does that mean?"

Harrison:"Take a close look inside the store.The package is just a decoration and the product is empty."

Kate: "Ah"

Harrison: "And this store smells like chocolate even though no one does not do anything."

"It seems like it's not just today that the chocolates disappeared.Is there a reason?"

Clerk: "That is,the supplier suddenly told me that they could not deliver the chocolate."

"The store manager is hurriedly investigating, but the cause remains unknown."

Kate: "I've never heard of cacao or chocolate being in short supply..."

Clerk: "Yes. It seems like something like this only happened at this store and its affiliated stores."

(Does this mean someone is buying up all the chocolate before it's distributed?)

Harrison: "Hey, Victor. I think it's about time you revealed the truth."

"You're not just passing by,

you came to this store for some reason...

Isn’t that so?"

Victor: "You're still good at seeing through me."/

"you're still good at spotting lies."

Unhaunted by Harrison's piercing gaze, Victor broke the ice.

Harrison frowned at Victor's smile, which was full of compassion, as if he were happy to see his child grow up.

Victor: "Even if you don't have chocolate, you do have tea, right? Can I order three of those?"

We were the only customers on the outside terrace.There was no one there.

It's cold season, but the tea Victor ordered warms my body from the inside out.

Victor: To put it simply, a certain trading company, it seems like the company president is interfering with the distribution of chocolate"

"It seems like they're buying up all the items from this store and its affiliated stores before they even hit the shelves."

Kate:"....No way, Jude"

Harrison: "You've become stained now."

Victor:"Haha, Jude is the president of a trading company, so it's no wonder."

"Of course Jude is not the culprit.This time, he is a good collaborator. "

"Jude told me his information. Of course, the high information fee has been paid."

Kate: "As usual, still demanding rewards i see"

Victor: "His name is Daniel Brown.

He is the president of the Lown Company.”

"Brown is a long -established trading company for three generations."

"Not only does he have trust in the company, but it seems like the people around him have a lot of trust in him as well."

"The best proof of this is that he have never fought with Jude in the past."

Harrison:"That means approaching him and finding out his motives and see if there is nothing else?"

Victor: “That’s right.Currently, there is little chance of an incident,

Normally, this is not an incident that would move the Crown."

"However, there is a possibility that a major incident may be lurking."

"Now that I know, there's no reason to leave it alone."

"And if things continue like this,I'll be in trouble."

His usual smile disappeared and he looked serious. Victor tells me.

Kate: "Is there something wrong, Victor?"

Victor: “If we can’t get the materials back... Kate's chocolate, i wouldn't be able to get it"

"This is a grave situation."

Harrison: "Kate has nothing to give you. You didn’t say anything."

Victor:"Oh, that's right."

"But- I didn't say I wouldn't give anything away."

(.......eh?)

Even though Victor was smiling, he was giving Harry a somewhat combative look.

Victor: “What do you think, Harry? How about compete with me to something like that?

Harrison: "Game?"

Victor: "It would be better if we could solve this case first. Then Kate can give you chocolates."

Harrison: "What if I say I don't want to compete?'' Then?"

Victor: "Those who don't fight are considered losers.Of course, you lose here."

Harrison: "....."

"Okay. I'll ride this battle."

Kate: "What, what?!”

Harrison: "What, that was a surprise?"

Kate: "Yes, Harry always avoids troublesome fights as much as possible in my image"

Harrison: "Well,if it's about you,That's a different story."

"Besides, when I'm provoked like this, I can't afford to keep quiet."

Victor: "I like it. That belligerent look. It gives me chills."

Victor returned to his usual smile and clapped his hands cheerfully.

Victor: "Okay, if that's decided, it's an undercover investigation. "

"I heard that a social club is being held at his mansion tonight.Of course, I have already obtained the invitation card."

Where did Victor lead us? I wonder if he was planning on getting into it.

I decided to leave it aside.

The Queen's Aide is extremely mysterious.

Victor: "However, there are certain conditions to participate ."

Kate & Harry: "Certain conditions?"

#ikemen villains #cybird #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen villians harrison #harrison gray #ikemen harrison #ikevil harrison #ikevil victor #ikemen victor #ikemen villians #ikemen villians viktor #ikevil translations #ikemen translation #ikevil #harry vs victor

[wolves-etc]

[4th of May]

I'm on the second entry and realising that my reactions are definitely going to be shaped by having read people's dracula daily posts last year. somehow I thought jonathan only accepted the rosary out of politeness. somehow I thought he was totally untouched by the woman's distress, that he dismissed it entirely as superstition.

except he tries and fails to comfort her. he thanks her gravely. he accepts the token of protection that he's honestly not comfortable with. and yeah, sure, some of that's just politeness - and some's just basic decency.

but there he is later, writing his diary, and he's still got the rosary around his neck. here he is, still so near the beginning of his journey, and already he's fearing the worst.

If this book should ever reach Mina before I do, let it bring my good-bye. Here comes the coach!

friends, I am not ready.

#genuinely did not expect that writing to hit so hard - the day's entry stopping there really helps #also did NOT expect to get creeping dread so early!! I'm going to do terribly at this and it's going to be great <3 #dracula daily #dracula daily spoilers #I'll add additional warnings if I talk about later-on spoilers but no guarantees on the smaller stuff #luckily this is a fairly well-spoiled story in the cultural consciousness anyway

[seelestia]

𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. | ANEMO

❝𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?❞

SUMMARY. a token between two lovers; just a special something that only the two of you know.

CHARACTERS. xiao, venti, kazuha, aether.

GENRE. fluff, slight angst (implied), established relationship.

CW. none.

THOUGHTS. i told myself not to go overboard but here we are. this was hazily written at 2 am but i might turn it into a series? nevertheless, enjoy! <3

QUICK LINKS. click to read: geo version.

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XIAO. A locket with a picture of you inside, a reminder dangling from his neck. The Adepti has no need for grandiosity, Xiao stated when you presented him a locket in your hands. But he is never able to resist you for long, is he? Whether in the early mornings where Xiao rests atop the roof of Wangshuu Inn or in the quietness of the night where he brandishes his spear against the remains of gods, the locket taps against his chest with every single step he takes. And each time it does, Xiao is reminded that he is alone no longer, for you are by his side.

VENTI. A song about the two of you, a story told until the end of time. Ah, the bard is singing a tale of two lovebirds; that is mostly what listeners at the tavern can perceive in their drunken state — but who would've thought the song was about the Anemo Archon and his lover? Humans may tire of listening to the same song but soon, this tale will be passed down through generations and generations. Like dandelions blown into the wind, carrying its legacy to new and faraway lands... "Even time shall not erode the story of us," Venti chuckles heartily as he raises a toast to you, his beloved.

KAZUHA. A brooch clipped onto his scarf, the promise of a waiting lover. The life of a wanderer shifts and turns like the torrents amidst storms, Kazuha knows this. Yet, one thing always stays the same; his promise to return home. When he sits beside a crackling fire or on a boulder to gaze at the moon, his fingers ghost longingly over his scarf, over the brooch you gave him. To a man named Kaedehara Kazuha, home isn't a place with a roof on his head but it's the warmth of your embrace as he whispers, "I'm back." And at the end of his journey, he will return to your waiting arms, his one and only home.

AETHER. A grateful kiss on his cheek, a gesture that sets his heart alight. Whether intentionally or not, Aether always gets roped into troubles that aren't his own. And yet, his helpful demeanor doesn't shift at all even behind closed doors, he is always there at your beck and call. From how much people he has helped, hearing "thank you" must've been a part of his daily life now... so, instead of uttering those two words, you plant a kiss on his cheek silently instead. But Aether swears, his heart skips a beat every single time and the smile on your face as you pull away is not helping.

— © seelestia, june 2022. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

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