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hello<3 i hope you are well!! I recently read the kyoshi novels and i love them so much it hurts! I love earthbender / firebender romantic due - so… i was wondering, if possible for your ATLA/TLoK event if you could possibly do an Azula x fem! earthbender reader with the trope “it hurts me, just how much i ache for you.” with angst/comfort/fluff ? thank you i love uouuuuuu

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ᥫ᭡ as someone who has read the Kyoshi books, i feel you! rangshi is permanently indented into my mind. anyways, tysm for requesting for my atla/lok event! i absolutely adoreeee azula, she’s always been my favorite and .. my first childhood crush.. enjoy!

princess azula x fem! earthbender! reader

ᥫ᭡ a night on ember island leads to a moment between you and your beloved princess, something that changes everything for the rest of your lives.

the burning inside azula’s chest was worse than any flame.

Her eyes traced along your swaying body as you moved in sync with Ty lee, dancing to the music blasting loudly from the speakers of Chen’s party.

Azula could only lean on the wooden pole, crossing her arms and biting her lip so hard she could recognize metallic taste of blood flowing to her mouth. The princess felt uncharacteristically helpless, as she watched you spend your time dancing with ty lee- unaware of the many desperate eyes that linger on your form in such a disgusting manner.

If azula could have a moment alone with all the people who dare to look at you, she would be the only one walking away breathing.

the fire princess took pity on most people— but, right now, as she helplessly stared you from across the room, for once in her life— her pity was reflected to herself.

azula was the princess of the fire nation, she had royal blood, she was a firebending prodigy and the heir to the royal throne— but here she was, helplessly in love with a woman from the earth kingdom Omashu.

she felt so pathetic. where was her pride? her grace? her honor? she couldn’t even bare to think about what she’s become. So weak under your touch, under your gaze.

goodness, were you a spirit? an evil being meant to take the power from inside the princess heart and convert it into this.. softness? this fondness she holds so close to her heart, the fondness she only holds for you.

the most beautiful woman azula has ever known.

her hopelessness molded into rage— rage at those who dare thing they can look at you like you are an object, rage to those who dare think anything of you, rage at herself, rage at her heart.

Azula let out an irritated sigh as she pushed herself off the wooden beam, sparing you one last glance before she stomped up the stairs to get away from the party as fast possible, a sad action in hopes to rest her churning nerves.

but unbeknownst to the princess, you’d been keeping your eye on azula all night, knowing she was not one for parties. In all honesty, you’d wanted to spend the evening with her— but ty lee had insisted you go with her and dance, to have some fun. you tried to protest but felt for your friend, telling azula you would be away for just a little while.

You noticed how she was looking at you, and how her eyes always danced along the many other figures in the room. you frowned when you saw her stomp off, leaving nothing but a trail of smoke in her wake.

you turned to Ty Lee, excusing yourself and saying you’d come back— not completely sure if that was true or not.

you followed in azula’s footsteps, up the stairs and into an empty room. You quietly opened the door, closing it behind you and catching sight of the princess standing outside the balcony attached to the bedroom. You approached her, carefully.

“why did you leave?” your sudden question didn’t seem to phase her, as she knew you were the one who entered the room. you were the only one who truly cared.

azula took a moment to respond, her hands gripping the metal railing so tight you thought you might begin to see red from the burn she would leave.

“no reason.” her tone was meant to be harsh and degrading, but it came out a hushed whisper, almost like a plea for you to care.

your frown only grew, daring to step forward and stand beside her. you stood so close you felt her warmth, her heat always radiated off of her so perfectly.

“azula,” you placed a hand on her bicep carefully , feeling her warmth. she shuttered under your touch, looking away from your gazing eyes. “you can tell me.”

your voice was so soft, a melody unlike any kind azula has heard before. it was soothing, the only voice in the world who could calm her racing mind, the only voice who could calm her aching heart.

azula opened her mouth, but no words came out. She was helpless under your touch, under your gaze.

the idea of you being so close had her heart reaching through her chest, trying to reach you.

Princess Azula recalls the day she realized she was head over heels, so deep in love with you she felt like she was in a ditch she could only dream of climbing out of- you two were about eight or nine, a sunny day at the royal castle.

azula watched as Zuko showed Mai some flowers, azula overhead him blabbing on about how important they were.

“these flowers are actually very special, my mom loves botany so she told me a lot of things about it.” zuko held a white dragon lily in his palm, showing it to mai as she looked up at him with red blush coating her usually pale face.

Ty lee wasn’t there that day, but luckily for azula— you were. You sat beside her, humming a very low tune and weaving some flower crowns from some flowers you’d brought from your own mother’s garden. Azula continued to keep her eyes on Mai and Zuko, a mischievous smile embracing her lips.

azula turned to you, “hey, y/n, wanna play a funny game?” the princess questions you, taking your attention from the flowers in your hands. “sure!” you smiled. you followed azula as she stood up, turning towards you.

“okay so, here’s how it goes: i’ll act as zuko while you act as mai. got it?” she pointed at you as she spoke, a constant smile on your face, and even a laugh at her idea.

“hehe, okay! let’s do it!” you smile widely, giggling softly.

you turned away as did azula, placing a dramatic hand to your forehead she held her hand out in means to show the distance between you both.

“I’m sorry, Mai, but we can’t stay together. i’m a big boy now and mom said i shouldn’t date such young girls.” Azula’s voice was spoken in mockery of her brother, causing you to hold back a little giggle.

“Oh, zuko!” you expressed dramatically in reply to azula, “my beloved, why are you doing this to me?”

“i love you!” you expressed, turing to jump on azula dramatically, wrapping your arms around her neck as she held her hands out in either side of you. “don’t you get it? i can’t go on without you, zuko!” you really played the part, azula replied; “well, if you love me that much, i guess it can’t be helped!” she put on arm on your upper waist when mai and zuko turned to you both with strawberry red faces.

“Hey!” zuko shouted, “I’m not like that! stop it, Azula!” he embarrassingly expressed, mai behind him with flustered tears in her eyes. “ugh! you guys are the worst!” Mai fumes, watching zuko stomp off. “Puah! enough of this!” he huffed angrily, leaving the scene with a red face.

“Bye Bye, zuzu!” azula laughed, your cheek still pressed against hers with her hand on you as you laughed, watching zuko walk off.

“What a dumb-dumb.” she said once he left, a smile evident on her face. silence followed for a moment with you in her arms before she turned her head to you, realizing how close you were- her face blew aflame, much alike to her brothers.

“let’s keep playing, i love this game!” you said happily, turning to face azula, your face only inches apart, eyes locking as she stare at you with a flustered expression— just before you felt a rough shove in your abdomen.

you gasped as she pushed you to the floor, being poked by a tree root on your back your eyes teared up. you missed the very, very red face of the princess when she instinctively shoved you off, as she had covered her flustered mess of a face with a boisterous voice. “hahahaha!” azula laughed obnoxiously, “you always fall so easily!” she pointed out, hand on her stomach to control her everlasting laughter.

you stood up, her hands moving to cross over themselves as you walked over, an upset expression on your face as tears welled in your once shining eyes. “that’s not funny azula! you hurt me!” your voice broke, wiping a tear as you ran off. “I hate you when you act like this! I don’t wanna play with you anymore!”

Azula watched you run off with tears in your eyes, huffing air and leaving the garden. She was left alone, the heat of her cheeks at your proximity still felt warm.

“fine, i don’t care about you anyway.” she whispered to herself, knowing it was a lie. In all honesty, she felt horrible, she instantly regretted her decision to push you— not meaning to hurt you what so ever.

your words were like stones in her heart, and it was only when she went to her room and sat on her bed, she realized how much she really did care. she cared about you more than anything in the world, so much the word love indented into her mind for years to come.

azula stared down at the beach, the bitter taste of her decision still lingering in her mouth even all these years later.

you knew she regretted that, but to you it was just the silly memories of your childhood, and you knew she didn’t mean it.

She never meant to hurt you.

you brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ears and let your hand linger for a few moments. it was times like these your feelings were the strongest, isolated moments between you both where your hearts fought your mind in a civil war, hoping to catch a glimpse of each other before being locked away for eternity.

the look in azula’s eye was unfamiliar, something you could only pray to understand. You wished with all your heart that she one day would truly understand how much you care for her— not only as a friend, but as someone you love, with every fiber of your being.

“Azula..” you whispered softly when she pulled away from your lingering touch; yet still allowing your hand to rest upon her bicep.

it was difficult to communicate with her sometimes, when she felt so isolated and alone from the world, and no matter how hard you tried, how much you fought— you couldn’t get it through to her that you were there for her. that you loved her.

you allowed silence to follow after the previous call of her name left your lips. She was shaking, and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger, or from the cold of the night.

or perhaps, something else entirely.

while you struggled with hoping azula could understand your feelings, azula suffered with the scorching feeling burning the inside of her body. The intense warmth that devoured her skin and insides with aching pain, a yearning unlike any kind.

it was painful, to watch you and see you, and not be able to take you. To claim you as hers, to kiss you and hold you and show you just how much she loves you.

it burnt worse than any possible heat, any possible flame— it was an eternal pain, a scorching sensation that only you could ease, and a scorching sensation that only you could cause.

Azula couldn’t take it— she wanted to scream, to yell and burn down everything in her sight— to kill and destroy anyone and anything— except you. she wanted to protect you, to show you her love in an intimate way, a way she could only wonder of.

Azula was haunted by the dreams that followed her in her sleep.

Dreams of you and her, alone, holding one another in a way that was sorely for those who meant to be more than friends. It was what she hoped to happen one day, but the thought of rejection made her nauseous, so sick she couldn’t breathe.

it gnawed at her flesh like an infectious disease, chewing away her pride and honor.

but, the feelings inside her were stronger. she turned to you, shyly and afraid, she watched your face with desperate eyes.

“Azula, i… don’t know what is bothering you,” the sound of your voice was something she could bask in for hours, a sound she could listen to for the rest of eternity. “and i want you to know that no matter what,” you hesitantly rose a hand to her cheek, and azula fought the urge to sink into your touch. “i’ll always be here for you.” you voice followed with a confident tone, telling her that you said the truth and nothing but, and swore that no matter, you’d be here.

Azula couldn’t take it.

She inhaled through her teeth, the burning of her skin eating her alive as she locked her eyes with yours, those beautiful, warm, loving eyes she had made her home.

“it..” her words faded off; her fear burning her throat as she tried to speak, but was at a loss for words. You listened, waiting patiently.

“It hurts me,” she whispered, swallowing harshly. “How much I ache for you.”

azula’s words blew you away, shocking you to your core. Your face must have been as surprised as you felt, as azula turned away with reddened cheeks.

you felt like.. laughing. like laughing of pure joy. Happiness flooded you like a tsunami floods a city, your surprised face quickly becomes one of pure, luscious happiness.

Azula misses the exchange of expressions, thinking that was it. that was you showing your rejection. she might as well be banished, just like her brother.

But the call of her name caught her thoughts, and as she hastily turned to you, her eyes blew wide. The expression on your face was the most happy she’d ever seen. It mirrored the pure joy that she could only remember being in her childhood, in the moments she spent with you.

She felt her voice leave her body, her heart pounding so hard against her chest she was sure you could hear.

did you.. feel the same?

her question was answered by the feeling of your soft, warm lips embracing her own. the princesses eyes became somehow even more wide, her hands losing their grip on the railing shock.

but soon she wasted no time in kissing you back, absolutely absorbing the feeling that she’s been dreaming of for years of her life.

her hands carefully wrapped around your waist, grabbing softly. She held you close, your chest pressed to her own as she devoured your lips in a savory kiss.

the sweetness of your taste was utterly addictive, a taste more divine than anything she’s ever tasted. The kiss was warm and gentle, a savory event that you both had been waiting to happen for a long, long time.

but as it continued, it became desperate. Azula’s grip on your waist tightened, her nails digging into your skin. your hands had traveled up to her head, fingers running through her hair— twisting and pulling her black locks as you pulled each other impossibly close.

your tongues decided to join in the chorus of your mouths, dancing in sync with one another in a way you didn’t know was possible.

soft sounds that left your lips drove the princess over the edge, turning her body to pin your against the railing. her hands clawed against you, trailing down and sliding to your hips, pulling your body against hers as to the point she could feel your heartbeat, your breathing.

azula was the first to break contact, gently and deliberately breathing a wisp of steam down your neck, a parting gift of heat that drifted underneath your clothes.

you were gasping for hair, a look in your eyes azula could only imagine she mirrored. She grabbed you, turning your body and rushing in through the balcony’s door, pushing you against the end of the bed— she pushed you down, causing you to gasp. Her lips met yours once more, and that night was one that you would never forget.

the night azula finally got what she wanted.

you.

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cryptidcorners · 5 months

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Suit & Tie - Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader [ 100 Follower Special ]

Description: You've been stood up on a blind date you were deathly excited for. Miserable and smeared with disappointment, you decide to visit Mike to cool your frustrations—though, it looks like you aren't the only one having a hard night.

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: 100 Follower Special, Hopeless Romantic!Reader, Rough Night, Fluff, Romantic, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, Lots of Kissing, Sweet Talk, Flirting, Shy/Awkward + Tease!Mike, Slice of Life, Domestic, Mike being a Sweetheart.

No Warnings.

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It was one of the worst nights of your life.

You had fixed yourself a wispy, rich fit for your blind date. As well as saving up enough to pay and have some leftovers to indulge in last-minute activities. Blinded by excitement, you had prepared too much for your own good, and ended up waiting in your booth until after hours. Wrecked with frustration, you began to march outside to hook a taxi driver to drive you home silently. Only to realize a storm you hadn't expected muddied up the roads and made it almost impossible for someone to risk their time for a hopeless romantic like yourself.

So, now you were straying along the lines streets lightly flooded with blankets of darkened rainwater that were filling your shoes and weighting your fabrics. Disaster unveiled within your already distressed twister of a mind, as well as regret and heartbreak. You felt like an oblivious character thrown into the spotlight with a single to be humiliated and ragdolled. You couldn't believe your date had done that. All those bubbly giggles across the phone line, smooth walks in the park. You hugged yourself in an attempt to warm your frosted skin, as well as applying some solo comfort. Hot breaths tunneled out of your throat desperately to challenge your aches, blowing on your timid hands didn't give you a lick of justice. Nor hope.

How badly you wanted to go home and sink into a mindless of blue-screened entertainment from your glitching television to forget everything. To just pass away after all this cruel effort and embarrassment.

Had you really felt so connected to your date? To somebody you'd talk to over a table dressed with scarlet and a vased batch of yellow tulips within the center? Did you think it would work? To click with somebody—it felt so foreign, so alien, so unreal. You hardly knew them, but you still made the glorious effort to fall into available arms at any chance. To be cradled lovingly, to be covered in soft kisses, to be cared for. Would you ever find that?

Your eyes narrowed as tears mixed in with the shower above the black sky. Would you?

As silence crept into your conscience, you heard a voice thorned into your attention. You jolted up, eyes flickering like some startled deer. You wondered if you had imagined it, and your energy halted.

“—Hey! What are you doing outside?” Your eyes veered towards a tall house, drenched in shadow and fog. It was Mike, calling your name. Suddenly, you felt your heart throb intensely, from not only the sight of him, but from embarrassment. You chewed your lip at the thought of Mike strolling past his dripping windows and seeing your figure, head down getting soaked by the rain. You could draw him being incredibly startled in your head.

“Hey?” Mike echoed. “You’re soaked! Come—Get over here!” Now knowing you couldn’t ignore his signals to warm hospitality, you sailed across the street. Almost limping as you felt incredibly uncomfortable at the feel of mushy socks growing heavy in your pooled shoes. You huffed, scrambling up the steps to meet Mike’s gaze. His wear was surprisingly lacking that cozy picture you had seen so many times. Instead, he was sharp. Ruffled curls now backed and silky, face lightly shaved and his wear neatly ironed. Your face flushed nervously, “Hey. Hey, how are you?” You sheepishly smiled. It was a pathetic attempt to look grounded, but you couldn’t help yourself. Feeling vulnerable in front of him tugged you in a way you couldn’t explain, as if you had to impress him somehow.

Yet, despite his golden appearance, he looked defeated, and heartbreakingly exhausted. You desperately wanted to kiss his pain away, or see his face light up with that infectious grin you could never mentally shut up about. Mike stepped aside, inviting you inside. “Don’t worry about me just yet. Come inside,” he said and once you entered, Mike unleashed a concern lurking in his mind, “weren’t you supposed to be on a date? A—what’s it called? A blind date?”

“A blind date.” You confirmed, eyes awkwardly flicked on the mud and storm you were dragging on his hardwood. Mike noticed and stammered quickly, “I can get you a towel, or something. Coffee?” He scrambled quickly to his kitchen, flicking on the light after holding onto your gaze for much longer than he wanted. Before you could speak, you could already hear the flicker of the stove. Mike called over, gripping a bag of coffee beans that was light from great useage. You wanted to deny, but you were too broken to push aside such an offer. With a slim exhale, you answered shyly, “That’d be nice, thank you.”

As the smell of brew calmed your senses, you relaxed on one of the dining room chairs. Mike turned back to you, smiling, “Right, so. What happened? I thought you wouldn’t be here until midnight?” His gaze hung to the bubbling coffee in the pot, opening up the cabinets to prepare a decorated cup. “Was the date early? Oh, traffic?”

“No, oh God, no.” You huffed, “I got stood up.” you said casually, and you heard something clatter from the surprise. Mike immediately turned to you, shocked. Without the context, you would probably laugh at his dumbfounded expression. You cleared your throat, “It’s—fine, really. We didn’t even know each other that well,”

Mike poured the coffee with his eyes occasionally flickering towards you. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,”

“No, really.” Mike approached, “Here–,” and you whispered your thanks. “I just didn’t expect you to get up like that, you know? And you had to walk home? I could drive you back after you get dried up, you know it’s never a problem for me.”

You breathed heavily, “Thanks, Mike. But, I think I’ll be walking home. You’ve already made me coffee.” you humored. “I think I’ll be fine.” Despite the feel your cup resembling cinder against your fingertips, you still swallowed and cringed at the heat. Though, it pumped some warmth through your veins despite lightly damaging your throat.

Then, you felt your skin grow hot as he leaned close to you. “I insist.” Typically, Mike getting close to you wasn't all that rare, it was just something he did. Though, tonight felt different. “I’ve had a rough night too, and me helping you could make us both feel better.” He explained, “Of course, you don’t––you don’t have to. I’m just, suggesting.” Mike pulled away.

You were fond of his quick rambling, so this question was plastered with a smile, “So, what happened to you, handsome?”

“Fired.” He stated.

“What?” You coughed, regretting your playful tone in a flash. “Mike, that’s horrible!” That explained why he looked like that. His gaze washed, “I know, but, I have a lot of other numbers in my cabinet. I could look, they seem to pay well.”

He sat next to you, “It’s not as bad as what happened to you, though. I haven’t even told Abby yet.” Mike sighed. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Mike,” you were shocked. “Don’t compare what went down tonight for you, that’s—terrible, I can’t even grasp how sorry I am for you.” You cleaned your coffee-stained lips. Mike’s eyes had been particularly hyper focused on your expressions, your body language, your lips. Just to name a few. Mike shrugged as you leaned forward slightly, “I guess we didn’t get what we wanted.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” Mike suggested. You were immediately confused, “What do you mean?” you hadn’t realized how quiet everything had gotten. Even the rain pitter patting against the window had no affect, it was only you and Mike. Paired up with your warm breathing. Mike’s eyes, for once, were maintaining contact. “I mean, I can still tell you how I feel. Like, how pretty you are. And how much I wish I could give your date a piece of my mind right now.” His laugh had always enchanted you. There was something so healthy and wonderful about it. It sounded as if nothing terrible happened to him, that he was content. Mike’s face flushed, “I’m sorry, am I going too far?” he asked breathlessly. As if he weren't tearing you to shreds right here and there. If he knew he was such a tease you doubt you'd be the victim of so many oblivious moments where you swore you were going to faint due to Mike's antics.

You whispered as your tone grew intimate, "No. It looks like you have more to say,"

"Well, I can say whatever you want me to." Mike's voice mirrored yours, and he dragged his chair. Your legs were touching, yet you pretended not to notice. You knew you were so lovesick, and that you could possibly be romantically interested in your best friend. The man that had always been there for you. His attitude was a flux, and Mike was raising his head with a sluggish grin as if he were surprised he uttered such a line. Which somehow made him more desirable in your world.

"I won't tell you anything. You need to tell me honestly." You toyed, "I know you're holding back."

Mike exhaled, "You know you're opening a door you can't close, right?"

"Maybe I want the risk." You tried to stay stable, "Who said I was scared?"

"Nobody."

"You looked like you were implying it, Mike."

He answered with a low chuckle, "So, you aren't going to run away?" Mike's face was dangerously close now. You could taste his breath, his skin was fresh with cheap cologne and lavender soap. Paired up with his lazy gaze and tired voice. It was enough to drive you to the edge, and you could barely muster a reply. "No."

He was so desperate for your approval, the moment you shook your head and opened your mouth, Mike was already smothering you gently. You melted into the kiss, your wet clothes and skin dimming onto his neat fit. Mike's hands were secure around you, obviously testing the waters and going slow. Meanwhile, you were needy. And desperate. And a little new. Both of you were, but that was the magic wasn't it? You had always prayed Mike would be the first person you would kiss. Even if it didn't cradle romantic context. You just wanted him. His giggles, his kisses, his kindness, his love. You wanted his love more than anything it hurt your heart how much, your passion burning in your gut.

You were both growing tired of sitting, so you stood up, growing handsy and messy. It wasn't until Mike found your neck, you folded. Before you could sink into pure joy in the moment, Mike pulled away, gasping. "I'm sorry, you're just standing. Are you okay?"

"More than okay,"

"Well, good, because I—" you cut him off, dragging him by only his tie and your lips to his couch. Passion stirred within the air as you began to unveil his collar and pepper his throat. Where, surprisingly, he was most ticklish. Mike was giggling the whole time, while also growing antsy. You had no concept of how long you two were making out for. Maybe a couple minutes? An hour? You didn't care, even if it hurt your lips, you wanted to be with him. With Mike. Somebody who understood. Your eyes grew glossy as he pulled away, catching his breath while pathetically mumbling a: "I love you, so much. So, so, so much." Then, he brought you back into his eclipse of pleasure. Everything was blurring and the only way to detect a number was by counting all the red marks on his skin because of you. It was all because of you.

You were growing crazy, humming and chuckling as your mouth grew tired of sharing oxygen with him. Once it was finally over, Mike rested his ruffled up curls against your forehead. You were more or less the same. There was silence, until you delivered: "I'm in love with you too." And it had circled, all over again. His lips and hands were on yours, just like you wanted.

Then, you both really stopped. Mike was drinking up the air robbed away from him. He giggled, face bleeding from blush from his flustered expression. "I'm sorry just—give me a second, Lord. I'm gonna pass out."

"Take it easy." You joked and you rested his head on your chest. Your skin was still radiating from your fling, and you couldn't help but blush like a teenager when he gazed up at you, eyes dark with an obvious love for you. He felt the need to repeat, "I love you."

"God, love can't even top what I feel for you." You cupped his face, "But that being said, I'll always love you more."

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they-stare-i-ship · 4 months

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I finished reading the atlas paradox

and now you're subjected to my SPOILERY thoughts.

Parisa Kamali: I love Parisa, I have loved her since the first book. I LIKE HER SO MUCH she's funny she's mean she's cool she's kind. She's incredibly powerful. She's so interesting and I really enjoyed how she slowly became "her royal softness". Whenever we have her pov it's so fun. I love how she's not scared of Atlas and how she challenged him. I can't wait to see what she does in the next book. I'm actually excited to see how Dalton has changed and how she reacts to them in the next book. Her relationship with Nico makes me so feel so nice. I also need her to be kiss Reina sometime in the next book.

Nico de Varona: he's been my annoying lil baby since the first book. I loved how he became more fleshed out in this book. I loved how lonely he got, his relationship with Reina and Tristan really intrigues me. HE'S SUCH A CHILD sometimes and I love him for it. Obviously I have spent the two books insane bc I knew he was in love with Gideon, I just knew it and they're just *chef's kiss* also speaking of his relationship with people, I think him and Libby will be stunning as besties, I truly cannot perceive them as romantic. They act so sibling like or even just asshole bestie like.

Reina Mori: when we started with this series I actually had more hopes from her. I feel like she didn't do much (especially in book 2) and my girl really doesn't understand communication. If she just talked to people sigh. But honestly her God thing, I am down. Go off, I'm excited to see her go off the rails bc people didn't talk to her the way she could have understood. I am low-key in love with how funny the duo of Reina and Callum is, tbh. I also get major ace vibes from her.

Libby Rhodes: honestly she was my second least favourite amount the six when we started. She desperately needed the corruption arc we got in the later half of the book. I think I will like her a lot more now. Her crush on belen was stunning to read. I can't wait for Libby to fuck shit up, literally fuck everyone up. And I genuinely truly deeply want her relationship with Nico to just be friendship. Friendships are equally as important and the fact that the universe made them parallel to eachother is my favourite thing.

Callum Nova: honestly I didn't really like him much during the first book, he was fine but we had more interesting characters. BUT DAMN CALLUM NOVA POST HEARTBREAK?? ~~ exquisite ~~ he's so fucking funny and hopeless and sad and pathetic. he is so desperate for love and so upset that he was denied it. He's my pathetic lil meow meow. Also I would LOVE to see him use his powers more in the future. As we keep learning about it, I keep loving him. Also I need Tristan to beg Callum to take him back.

Tristan Caine: actually I didn't enjoy his povs at all in the first book, I couldn't wait for them to be over. He is still my least favourite among the six but in the second book he was more interesting and fun. I'm a lil anxious of how Atlas is gonna use him and his powers. I don't care much of him but I want him to beg Callum or regret it for the rest of his existence. Also I hate LibbyTristan as a romantic permanent thing, they can fuck around and have fun but pls end at that.

Gideon Drake: I have loved him since day 1. He was the softer kinder balance to Nico's aggressive and abrasiveness. He is so interesting, his origin and his powers. I spent both the book wishing we had more of him. Now that we are out of the library maybe he'll get to play a more active role in the book. I am obsessed with Gideon (bc Nico is obsessed with Gideon) I love the tidbits we learn about Gideon like how Libby always liked him more or how max travelled with him for the rescue of the "prince". I want Gideon to have everything he wants, that's all.

Atlas Blakeley: I have been think of Giancarlo Esposito as Atlas the entire time. There's no explanation it's just vibes

Ezra: I'm glad he's dead 💖

#Reina mori #nico de varona #libby rhodes #tristan caine #callum nova #parisa kamali #the atlas six #the atlas paradox #the atlas complex #the atlas trilogy #the atlas series #olivie blake #lgbt books #atlas blakely #gideon drake #nicogideon #novacaine

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bakerrat99 · 4 months

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@cheaplord-p3 NEGATIVE AU Ideas - Plot and Ex's.

- NEG Ramona Flowers, Every time she gets a new partner, they must battle her previous ex's "Trail of The Ex's" (NEG) Scott is finally someone to match her Awfullness.

- NEG Matthew Patel, the first Evil Ex, the whimpiest by Ramona's standards if she hasn't already forgotten him- How someone can fail without even having someone to battle is beyond her. Insecurity : Weak

- NEG Lucas Lee, Second Evil Ex, he is constantly seeking the approval of others in a despite attempt to seem "cool" specifically too Ramona- but his desperateness made Ramona realise just how Pathetic he was. Weakness : People Pleaser

- NEG Todd Ingram, Third Evil Ex, He suffers from an ever increasing case of frequent "Puppy Love" He is fragile because he is constantly hoping to find some sort of magical form of love. Weakness : Hopeless Romantic

- NEG Roxie Richter, Fourth Evil Ex, Ramona never even made her battle the other ex's- it almost felt like a sign of disrespect to her she has a deeper anger toward her, but also longs to be acknowledged. Weakness : Longing

- The NEG Katayanagi Twins, Ex Five and Six, Orginally defeating every task that Ramona put them up to together - eventually, the both thought they could win the heart of Ramona together without having to fight eachother. They were wrong and now are both still angry at each other, consistently fighting, trying to be the one to still get with Ramona rather than together. Weakness : Eachother

- NEG Gideon Graves, Final Ex, She thought he was just as evil and manipulative as her. But, it was all an act and a front so he could impress her, but his wits still manage to impress her and make her question if he could be made into something evilier. Weakness : Arrogance

#scott pilgram fanart #negative #nega scott #scott #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram vs the world #scott pilgrim au

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stevebabey · 2 years

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it’s too late for me now (i need you sticking around)

a/n: ruby?? finishing something?? u better believe it! this was inspired by future me hates me / the beths & i STRONGLY recommend it for the VIBES + much luv to my dearest kenny for the threats so that this finally got finished <3 intended lowercase + fem!reader. word count: 3.1k summary: it’s hard to believe in love after so many bad first dates — you’re desperate to make sure the next one sticks.

your run with love had its history.

consider it the lore of your life, but the winding tales of your many failed dates — that road was long. counting them went off both hands, much to your distaste. though, you’d hardly say you dated around; especially considering none of the guys seemed to make it past date three.

what was the problem? you were splendid company if you did say so yourself. you tried to not be too loud, nor too quiet, a good balance of serious and flirty, all loud or odd parts of your personality packed away to try not to scare off any dates. it didn’t seem to make a difference — the fault had to be the male population of hawkins.

so why did you keep accepting dates?

well, it wasn’t your fault for getting swept up in it each time. somehow, you never managed to learn your lesson — but when a boy slips sweet notes into your locker or plucks a flower to ask you to dinner, it kicks your heart into a fuss that won’t settle and you swoon.

you daydream about holding their hand, pressing a soft kiss to their brow, finding a soft spot in their heart where you can nestle & live and become someone that someone loves.

it doesn’t matter if you’re cradling your still bruised heart from being stood up by jeremy jones last month because when the next boy asks, your stupid heart still flutters out what if it’s real? what if this time it’s different?

and it never was.

perhaps, worst of all is that you were still so tangled up with the idea of love. there was no helping the flip of your stomach, the nervous anticipation, the skip of your heart when thought about love. the track record of your battered heart didn’t seem to matter, there was no shedding the hopeless romantic in you.

however, it meant you were a tad pickier these days. standards high enough to warrant being called a bitch from the guys who couldn’t handle the rejection but hey, if they can’t bother with flowers on the first date, it told you everything you needed. you wouldn’t get yourself pathetically worked up on boys that only asked you out over the phone and had different intentions.

but still, your poor heart loved to latch to whatever it could.

so, when steve harrington asks what you’re doing friday night on shift at family video, you have to curse the skip of your heart.

for the last couple of months, you had gotten to know steve as your co-worker. as anyone who grew up in hawkins did, you were well aware of his prior reputation with the ladies — so it was a pleasant surprise to find you actually enjoyed his company. maybe it helped to have robin who called him dingus in the most endearing way and introduced him as her best friend.

and if robin buckley, certified band nerd, and king steve could be best friends, then maybe you could give him a chance.

and somewhere between the dorky jokes and his handsome grin, you had melted into easy friendship with steve. between bad customers that you gossiped about after and both of you attempting to distract the other while on the work phone, the two of you drew close. so much that you started looking forward to shifts with him.

so naturally, you accidentally grew a crush the size of jupiter on him.

how could you not? he always picked you up for your friday shift, knowing your brother got dibs on the car and you’d have to walk otherwise. whenever it rained, steve would trot to the café down the road and return with a steaming cup of hot chocolate for you, extra marshmallows in your cup — even though you didn’t remember ever telling him your affinity for mallows.

this time, however, you were determined to not ruin a friendship just because your heart had different plans. for perhaps the first time, you were not going to fall for the delusions you fed to yourself, no matter how much you’d like to believe that steve was different. even though you had sworn you’d caught his gaze caught on you one too many times.

you didn’t think you could take another crumpling of your heart, your ideas of love crushed once again, especially from sweet steve. friends it would have to be.

“friday?” you ask nonchalantly, looking up from the returns cart and blinking at steve. “no plans, i think. why?”

on the other side of a shelf, steve looks as though your response surprises him, lips parted and you swear a patch of pink has crawled onto his cheeks. he clears his throat and ducks to place a tape on the shelf. “i was— do you like parties? there’s a party on friday.”

your pulse jumps for a moment, a nervous feeling settling in your stomach and you try to shake it off. “a party? yeah, who doesn’t like parties.”

it’s enough of a casual answer you hope, continuing to slot tapes back on the shelves slowly. without meaning to, your eyes dart back up to steve, trying to gauge what he’s building up to ask. butterflies swarm in your stomach and you clench your fists, willing them to dissolve.

“did you wanna go?” for the second time in one minute, steve clears his throat. you wonder if he’s nervous. “with me?”

you pick over his words, trying desperately to ignore the way your heart sings. no matter how much you’d like it, it seems far more likely that steve isn’t asking you out. is this how king steve asked girls out? all suave and chillaxed? steve wasn’t like that anymore and it leaves you with no hints to the true nature of his question.

even if he was asking you out, you’re not supposed to track that road you remind yourself. a beat later, you realise as the word date hasn’t even passed steve’s lips and feel embarrassment flush up your neck. friends. you were friends. friends go to parties together! all the time!

“yeah, that sounds cool.” you smile at him, pressing down the hot flush you can feel fighting onto your cheeks. casual. friends. not a date. you could do this.

speeding back to the task at hand, you miss the fist-pump steve does, hidden behind the shelf and the quiet ‘yes!’ from his lips.

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how do you dress to go to a party with your friend, that you secretly wish was a date, without giving it away?

apparently, you don’t know the answer. at least half of your closet is strewn across your floor, a dozen different combinations tried and failed as you stare at yourself in the mirror. you twist back and forth, eyes analyzing like a hawk and a groan escapes you when you realise you don’t like this outfit either.

your hands pull at your face, dragging down your cheeks dramatically as you lean closer to the mirror and lock eyes with yourself. “it’s not even a date.” you whisper, trying to shake the nerves that are ruining every outfit you try.

it works; at least long enough for you to pull on one of your better pairs of jeans and the new top you had yet to wear out and finally, feel satisfied. you’re just swiping the last of your mascara when the horn of a car outside startles you, your hand nudging forward and dolloping black onto your cheek.

“shit.” you mutter and move to the window, peeking through the slats to spy steve’s bmw in the driveway.

“shit.” you repeat, wetting your thumb and doing your best to wipe the black from your cheek. in the mirror behind you, you catch the blink of your alarm clock. god, he’s 10 minutes later than you both agreed and you’re still not ready.

gathering your jacket and bag, you nearly stumble down the stairs, your footsteps thundering as you speed towards the door. rushing in a blur past the kitchen, you call out your hasty goodbyes and step outside, the door swinging closed behind you.

the night air is cool, the moon nearly full in the sky and beyond the rumbling of the engine in passing cars, it’s nearly peaceful outside. you don’t keep him waiting.

despite the chill, steve’s been waiting outside for you, leaning back on the hood of his car with his arms folded over his chest. he looks good; his navy shirt stretched deliciously over his biceps, hair fluffed in his usual style, looking a picture of cool. it’s broken immediately when he stands up in a rush to meet you, feet stumbling for just a moment before he catches himself. you must imagine the tips of his ears tinted redder than normal.

“hey!” the word is tinged with excitement and steve’s smile betrays it as well, wide and bright. “you look— you look great. amazing.”

it’s impossible to fight the hot glow that surges to your face, forcing you to duck your head to hide it for only a moment. god, the plan to not swoon has immediately foiled. you’re about to undoubtedly fumble through an awkward thank you when steve steps closer, one of his hands reaching for your face.

“sorry, y’just got some,” his thumb grazes your cheek, gentle as he can, over the swatch of black you hadn’t managed to rub off. your breath catches in your throat, the skin burning where he touches it and you fight the urge to follow his warmth when he drops his hand. “makeup— there was something, uh, on your cheek.”

when you don’t say anything, words stuck in your throat as you rein yourself in, steve ambles on nervously. “sorry, i’m late i just— shit, i hope you weren’t waiting, i just thought since when i pick you up for work, you’re always a bit late and—”

“—steve.” you cut him off, finally finding your voice. “you’re perfectly on time; any longer and i would have started fussing over something silly.”

it seems to relax steve a bit, hearing your voice and your assurances and you see the drop in his shoulders. he turns and opens the passenger door, a handsome smile back on his face as he nods at it. “after you then.”

the radio fills the airwaves on the drive to the party, crackly as you move between towers and you bounce your foot in time in hopes to iron out some of your nerves. you take a deep inhale but it manages to make things worse; the alluring scent of steve’s cologne floating through your nose, a musky mixture of bergamot and something sweet.

as steve parks up down the road, your eyes latch onto the house of the party, obvious from its flashing lights and occupants that spill out of every entrance. even before you open your door, you can hear the faint notes of a duran duran song playing inside. you clip the door closed and lean against it, waiting dutifully for steve to lock it and join you on the sidewalk.

the two of you begin to wander, steve’s pace slower than expected but when he nudges his shoulder against yours and begins to speak, you know why.

“y’know,” he begins, nervousness wrapped around each of his words. “i’m actually surprised you agreed to go on a date with me.”

the word hits you in the throat, halting your feet. it shouldn’t shock you too much but considering you had spent the better half of this evening convincing yourself this wasn’t a date, you can’t help your next words.

“wait, this is a date?”

you cringe as you watch steve take in your words, expression dimming and shoulders slumping like he can’t control it. fuck.

it’s like you’ve kicked a puppy and through the elation in your heart, you feel a sick twist in your stomach knowing that you’ve accidentally hurt steve. head spinning, you try to grapple with explanations but steve beats you to the punch.

“well, i guess that explains why you said yes.” the deprecating tone hurts your heart, a thousand thoughts competing for your attention but none as loud as the one that says tell him the truth!

“steve—” you begin, but he’s already speaking.

“would you have still said yes... if you knew that i was asking you on a date?” steve’s voice is smaller than you’ve ever heard it and his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows tightly, his words tinged with worry.

it’s a good question. the battle between your head and heart pulls you in both directions; your lovesick feelings denied by your desperation to never experience another failed date. especially with steve.

“i don’t know.” you answer honestly, only to desperately want to reel the words after you said it having seen steve’s face fall further.

the next words come out frazzled, too loud, as you try explain. “it’s not that i didn’t want to! i’ve just had so many— too many first dates that go nowhere. dates where they want to end in a parked car or stop calling or—”

cutting yourself off with a sigh, you try not to feel embarrassed at the ramble of your shitty love-life attempts. man, this evening was not going how you expected. you dig into your feelings, knowing that you owed steve the truth, that he deserved to hear what you truly meant. he waits patiently, his face giving away only a trace of his hopelessness.

“i like you steve.” you say, voice closer to a whisper at your admittance, eyes fluttering closed as you swallow your nerves. “i like you a stupid amount and i-i don’t think i could handle the heartache if you were just another failed first date.”

a beat of silence. and then, the softest oh falls from steve’s lips in his realization which forces your eyes open again, seeing some of the sadness lift from his figure. you can feel his gaze scan your face and he chews his lip in thought for a moment. your heart all but purrs in delight when he reaches out, his warms hands unfurling your clenched fists (when did you do that?) to hold in his delicately.

without thought, you begin to commit the rough feel of his hands, the curl of his fingers that keep your own warm and toasty.

“unfortunately, i can’t see the future, so it would be wrong to tell you i know we’ll be perfect for each other.” he smiles, a hint of teasing hidden within it.

the joking tone hits you the wrong way and you frown, pulling back a little. is he making fun of you? steve senses it instantly, tugging you closer and this time his tone is all serious, raspy and earnest.

“but, i can promise i will take every date you offer because i like you stupidly.” he blinks, seeming to register that he hasn’t said what he meant. “a stupid amount! i like you a stupid amount, too. as well.”

your words. he’s using your words to tell you how he feels. shit, you two haven’t even been on a date yet — somewhere in your mind, it quietly occurs that this means steve must have liked long before he worked the nerve to ask you out. you think your knees might be wobbling from the wonderful feeling in your chest that aches in the best way; you want it to live there forever.

“which means even if you offer me just tonight, i’ll—” he pauses and smiles so sweetly it makes your knees weak. “i’ll take it.”

you can’t help the hesitation in your bones, the feeling after another first date that crushed your thoughts about love running reminiscent under your skin.

but there’s something about steve. something that yearns, that makes you want to risk the future heartbreak, the wide-eyed late nights, and potential stupid mistakes all for the chance of his love.

oh well, if it went wrong, future you could hate you.

“you better not break my heart, harrington.”

the sunshine grin that breaks on his face could be bottled and sold, you think as it sets your body buzzing with giddiness. steve grins boyishly, tilting his head back as if he really has to think about it, pretending to hmm.

his eyes catch onto the house party and another emotion ripples across his face, gone as quick as it was there. the genuineness in his response touches you with surprise. “only if you promise the same.”

you want to kiss him. the urge has twisted into your heart-strings and you’re sure that steve’s gaze has dipped to your lips for just a moment. turning your head to survey the party, you realise that if this time you’re actually right this time, that there will be plenty of time for all of it.

you tuck the desire to taste his lips into your heart, bookmarked for later, and instead shift your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. you tug him along and finally begin the both of you walking in the direction of the party again.

“next time,” you begin, your smile already giving away your teasing. “use the word date, idiot.”

steve’s hand tightens in your own and when you glimpse at him, unable to help yourself, you can’t miss the beautiful blush on his cheeks.

“oh, i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’ll make sure to be clearer next time.” he drawls, a touch of sarcasm in his words. he pulls you even closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him. your arms are touching, you realise fondly.

“you better be.”

he leans in, breath warm on your ear and you can’t help but melt at the next words that fall from his lips, soft and natural. “do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

you can’t help your giggle, flustered and hot in the face because man, is he good at this. it makes you ache with want, wanting and wishing with every part of your being that this works.

even though you shouldn’t be promising anything dates before the first has happened, you know steve and you nod eagerly — then tug him into the music, your hands keeping you connected as you step into the dark together.

tomorrow, when he picks you up in his car, bouquet in his hands, you will let the buzz in your body take over because god if that doesn’t make you weak in the knees.

when he takes your hand, a thought will niggle in the back of your head, something about waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this date to be the last and for him to stop calling, stop dropping off flowers and kisses, for him to stop gazing at you like you hang the goddamn moon.

another thought, steadier and sure, will tell you that you might be waiting awhile.

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just tagging ppl below! hehe sorry mutuals u HAVE to see this but also this means u shud tag ME in everything <3

@hawkinsindiana @harringtonbf @parkerroos @cptnleviackerman @skylergisondo @cultivatingkindness @aphrodites-perfume @lurkymurker @familyvideostevie @rogersharringtons @sattlersquarry @yellowharrington @upsidedownwithsteve @milkiane

#i left this alone long enuf that when i reread it to check for posting i was like DAMN WISH THAT WAS ME #anyways its a tale as old as time and that tale is that i LOVE steve harrington #he's my wife he's my babygirl he's the man for me <3 #ruby writes #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve fic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #bada bing bada boom #i hate ppl who misuse tags so thats all from me folks #other than that enjoy!! <3

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lotus-pear · 1 month

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It’s pathetic to see how Soukoku is always ever going to be about Chuuya. It’s not for Dazai, not meant for Dazai or his character or feelings. It’s a ship that is only about chuuya and always will be. It explains why all skk fans are chuuya fans only and couldn’t care less about dazai. Even the ones who do “stan” Dazai apparently, actually don’t. They just for some reason can’t admit to it. Dazai is grossly mischaracterized and reduced down to a “pathetic simp” and his mental health issues are again, made only about Chuuya. All the “shippers” even think they’re dazai because they “simp for chuuya” implying that’s all his character is about. Tells you a lot about how much skk shippers “understand” dazai. So the self projection makes dazai’s characterization worse. This ship exists only for chuuya. It has nothing to do with dazai and it never was about dazai.

i agree with this actually. however, you’re talking about fanon skk, which is an entirely different ship than canon. but fanon? disgusting. i agree. although chuuya is my favorite character and gets blatantly mischaracterized within the ship, it’s always dazai that gets the worst of it, being reduced to a hopeless romantic with an unhealthy obsession with chuuya. he is written off as desperate and missing and crying for chuuya when the opposite could not have been more true. while dazai does recognize that his will to live has been reinforced after meeting chuuya, that is not enough to justify how badly he needed to leave the mafia’s manipulative and dehumanizing environment. so yea, i’m glad he escaped and he has a healthy fulfilling job that lets him honor oda’s last words and give himself a new purpose.

but i have to say you cannot ignore the fact that skk is always a cinematic parallel in the sense that dazai never doubted chuuya’s humanity—which he always faltered in—and chuuya who brought change and life to dazai who was so suicidal and had nearly given up. they are intertwined in a way that saved them both, leading to a bond of trust that surpassed even their self preservation at times. they trust each other with their lives, wholeheartedly, and this is something no one can deny as it is seen proven time and time again throughout the course of the manga.

#again you don’t have to ship them to realize that #i actually really like platonic skk. the idea of them as platonic soulmates is just as intriguing as them being lovers in my opinion #but anyway hope that clarified things anon #skk is so much better in canon don’t interact w fanon skk content it makes me throw up #lotus’s asks

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madmutts · 8 months

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If your comfortable sharing, was Raph the only one with a partner?

OH, no! Lee had a partner! (Which is also a sensitive subject hdsjfs...) I've never had one tho. And I don't feel the urge to have one! (I am a desperate, pathetic, hopeless romantic but oh woe is me, I am aroace crying emoji /lh-)

#angelo txt #inbox answer #hea au

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thedarkonesposts · 9 months

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Obligatory omega Kylar posting…. We r also talking abt the other school love interests in abo terms cause… I neglect anyone who isn’t Kylar 😐

Kywar (omega)

Everyone can tell he’s an omega. He gets made fun of for it because of course the grimy weird kid also has to be an omega

Kylar might be an omega but he has the violent possessiveness of an alpha. He’s also mad delusional and thinks he’s secretly an alpha despite being quite breedable and tiny. Obviously he isn’t and instantly gets submissive the second an alpha is actually around.

He’s unintentionally slutty, he has no ability to control his impulses- which leads to being starry eyed and needy around every single alpha before he’s mated. He’s just a little desperate to have a mate honestly.

Cute, he’s cute.

Even more of a hopeless romantic than usual, someone needs to claim and knot him before he whimpers at the wrong person. He’s incredibly shy but his urge for romance weighs out enough that he’ll stalk alphas and stare up at them w his heavy breathing the second they’re close.

Obsessed w having pups. Does not shut up abt it, thinks he’d have the cutest babies despite hating how he looks.

Being forcefully claimed wouldn’t phase him, he’d be happy someone wants him that much tbh.

Biter. Like regular Kylar he shows love in weirdly violent ways- biting excessively is definitely one of them. Once he gets a mate it’s over, they’re going to be covered head to thigh in bite marks and hickeys so everyone knows.

Gets separation anxiety from his mate, even if it’s just for a few hours he can barely handle being away.

The master of nest making and nesting. Dude makes the coziest nests and has the best naps there. Shits built with care and love.

Runt

His omega scent works hard against his lack of showers. He smells cinnamony. Christmassy almost. Just a nice mix of spice.

Sydney (beta)

Alluring to literally anyone, alphas, betas, omegas. Everyone wants him and thinks he’s a gorgeous and perfect mate

People argue abt what he is. They think he’s too pretty and kind to be a beta or alpha but too headstrong and self assured to be an omega. He’s also strong enough people doubt it. They’d probably be shocked to find out he’s just a beta

Doesn’t understand alpha or omega instincts and has a giggle abt how desperate and crazy they seem,,,But still wants a mate and hopes being a beta won’t ruin his chances

Grew up with an omega best friend so he’s kind of picked up on cozy omega activities like nesting and scenting. He’d definitely do them with a partner whenever he got one.

Prefers omegas, despite his masochistic tendencies he doesn’t like how alphas act, it annoys him.

Literally so pretty.

Whitney (alpha)

Annoying about it, everyone knows he’s an alpha because he’s the most stereotypical asshole alpha possible.

Claims he doesn’t want a mate and doesn’t care about having one yet absolutely does.

Has tried forcefully mating several ppl just for it to reject and him to have a bitch fit over it

Would be weirdly possessive once mated, definitely also a biter. He wouldn’t let his mate go out without being bitten and scratched to hell.

Smells nice, pine maybe.

Doesn’t want pups even once mated

Robin (omega? Beta?)

Could either go omega or beta, he’d still be smaller and submissive regardless but I think he’d suit being a beta more. His submissiveness is more earned than being inherent.

He isn’t like… pathetically needy. He’s dependent and loves to cuddle but it isn’t excessive.

No matter what he is he’s getting bullied for being an omega so he might as well just be one.

Neutral on pups, he feels like he’s too young to worry about that stuff.

Bonus Eden (alpha obviously)

Did you guys know Eden and Kylar would be the perfect couple? Yeah I’m making a section for eden just to shove this down ur throats again :)!!!!

Undoubtedly an alpha, just look at him. He’s aggressive, primal, big. The mate literally any omega would want. (ESP Kylar, Kylar would be on his knees begging for a chance if they met)

Violently possessive but also very protective and loving as a mate.

Not above forcefully mating someone, and doing it over and over until it doesn’t reject

He wants pups. Badly. The satisfaction of breeding his mate would be the best feeling in the world. He’d also be more than happy to trap them at home to keep them safe during pregnancy. He’d do literally everything for them- but still ask to be bathed and fed if they could manage it.

Smells like a campfire, cozy.

If only there was some desperate, loyal, needy omega who also desperately wanted pups. That would be crazy. If only someone else could match the same level of possessiveness and delusion it takes to kidnap someone and forcefully mate them….

#yea I think Eden would kind of be like eek abt Kylar’s genetics bc he’s so runty #but he’d get over it cause Kylar is… breedable still. even a little cute #pls I want them to meet and destroy each other #they’re both so possessive and insane they’d be so happy to isolate each other and never see the outside world #anyways I also wanna see alpha whitney be all :/ no one wants me while saying he hates everyone #just for Kylar’s gross self to be like hiii I want you I want you I want you pls love me #just because Kylar is desiresble to me and Eden doesn’t mean shitney wants him tho #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #dol whitney #whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity Sydney #dol sydney #dol kylar #tsefried rambles #omega shenanigans #robin the orphan #degrees of lewdity Robin #dol Robin #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity eden

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givingboysflowers · 1 year

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Meeting and Dating Ryosuke Kawashima

(My gif/don't look at it for longer than three seconds)

- Wallowing in self pity has never been Kawashima’s style. Even when things weren’t going well for him, he never just sat around and thought about how miserable his life was or convinced himself that there was some sort of malevolent god turning his life into a tragedy. He never considered himself particularly lucky but he also didn’t consider himself unlucky: he was a teetering balance of the two like everyone else in the world; though maybe he just never thought about that sort of thing in general.

- His life had always been aggressively ordinary; arguably even a little boring, so the whole “phantom threads of fate and destiny” thing never really crossed his mind. Maybe once or twice in a cute, hopeless romantic or yearning for adventure sort of way but nothing remotely serious. Not until the day he met you, at least.

- You’d been standing in front of the vending machine he typically went to whenever he needed his daily fix of Coke, face half obstructed by your hair as you rummaged through your bag for spare change. He stood a little ways away, patiently waiting his turn and curiously looking you over, wondering if he’s ever seen you around campus before. He comes to the conclusion that he hasn’t around the same time that you let out a sigh and give up on your search, leaning against a wall a little ways away as you seemingly realize you don’t have the money you thought you did.

- The moment he takes your place is the moment he receives his first taste of destiny, an event so weirdly inconsequential yet convenient that he couldn’t help but assume that it was the universes way of telling him to do something; and boy was he glad he did it.

- He fed some money into the machine and blinked in surprise as not one but two metallic thuds rang out in the silence of the hall ...one for him and one for....

- He still hadn't gotten a good look at your face so when he approached you and let out a shy “um” in order to get your attention, he felt as though the wind was knocked from his lungs the minute your eyes met. Your face is a mixture of boredom and beauty and curiosity all in one and if talking to strangers was difficult for him before, right now it was feeling near impossible.

- He holds the can out to you and he prays that you aren’t looking too closely, close enough to notice how his hands are shaking as he extends the soda towards you, giving a brief and stilted explanation. …He thinks he’ll remember the smile that breaks out on your face for the rest of his life....

- Kawashima isn’t great at conversation and if he was anymore quiet than he already was during your first meeting, you’d probably just assume that he didn’t like you and was trying to get out of the interaction as quickly as possible. But, even though he hums and half answers your questions, he always manages to utter out a short sentence to keep you talking whenever there’s a lull in the conversation: all the while wandering and pacing and orbiting around you like you’re his new sun.

- He’s never been as compelled to throw money at a vending machine as he is when you both finally finish your cans. He’s willing to scrounge around campus for spare change like a beggar just to stay in that moment with you and drink another Coke and feel your presence, and he doesn’t care how pathetic that may seem.

- Fortunately for him, he doesn’t have to. You rummage through your bag for the second time that day and you retrieve a scrap of paper and a pen, writing down your number for the awe struck boy and telling him you’ll see him around, feeling a fluttering in your chest while looking at his adorably polite and surprised response.

- Kawashima wastes no time in calling you and it’s honestly sort of endearing how eager he is, not many men are willing to look vaguely desperate but it seems as though the concept of acting cool and nonchalant has never really crossed the boys mind.

- He dials you up later that day after spending a solid thirty minutes contemplating the perfect “excuse”; something related to one of the things you’d talked about: like directions to a place you’d mentioned, something about your major, or one of the hobbies or the bands you’d brought up. The topic might have never even crossed his mind prior to meeting you, but he thinks whatever effort he’ll have to put into this new thing is worth it; particularly if it means being close to you.

- Kawashima is like a bridge when it comes to making first moves in your “relationship”: his actions allow you to make the first move, giving you the ability to decide if you want to brave the distance and get to the other side of whatever step you want to take. He suggests things, hints at them, lets you take the bait and invite yourself along for the ride because he’s far too shy and slow to action to do it himself.

- So maybe he’ll ask what color you think he should paint his walls, or say he doesn’t know any good music shops in town, or say he doesn’t know the first thing about coffee. Regardless, it’s still up to you to ask if you can come over and help, or offer to take him to one, or quiz him about his tastes and let him drive you to a café before class one day.

- Kawashima would probably consider your first date to be the first time you went to his house/the first time he went to yours upon becoming relatively close with each other, but you’d probably consider your first date the one time he took you to a fun little arcade: an event which happened a few days after he randomly admitted to liking you. And when I say “randomly admitted”, I mean randomly admitted.

- You’d been teasing him when you’d grinned and asked if he was “thinking about you”, but his response of “I think about you all the time” was anything but. You’d responded with something along the lines of “wait, really?”, upon noticing the lack of equally teasing tone in his voice and he’d very calmly told you “yeah” and that it was “probably because [he’s] in love with you”.

- He said it as though it were a totally normal thing to just casually mention: yet, even though he appeared completely nonchalant, he was still having a heart attack on the inside, side eyeing you in hopes of gauging your reaction.

- He doesn’t pressure you into responding and you sort of just let the confession sit there comfortably, moving on from it as though nothing happened and hanging out the same way you usually do; acting as if nothing has changed.

- So, after a couple more “dates”, he sort of just looks at you and asks if he can kiss you; wanting to do just that but also wanting to see if you’re actually into him and whether or not you’re now dating the way he likes to think that you are. You smile in response; because it is sort of funny, but you also nod and allow him to close the distance between the two you, pecking your lips before pulling away to look into your eyes. Once he’s done, he continues your walk home the same way he was doing before: except this time, he keeps looping around to kiss you again and again and again.

- You share a laidback makeout session either later that day; when you finally arrive home, or the next day when you find yourselves hanging out again; the same way you do nearly every other day. But, unlike every other day, you find yourselves in the midst of a silent agreement: a heartwarming understanding that neither of you are alone any longer....

- Kawashima is the epitome of a loser boyfriend and I mean that in the nicest way possible. He doesn’t have any other friends so once the two of you start dating, you sort of become his everything. 90% of his free time is spent playing video games and waiting for you to text him back and though it’s vaguely pathetic, he somehow makes it endearing. And maybe he’s just a bit too obsessive, but he doesn’t make the depths of his affection for you your problem so you really can’t complain.

- He loves pda: particularly the absentminded, blink and you’ll miss it sort of affection that comes from finding comfort in having someone close to you. He’s not gonna shove his tongue down your throat; unless you ask him to, but he’ll tap and trace shapes on your skin and hold your hand and never be too far away from you at any given moment. He can honestly count as an accessory of yours; what with the way he’s always with and on you.

- Handholding is his go to and he does it constantly. Doesn’t matter if you’re walking through a crowd or sitting down completely alone: his hands in yours and he’s reveling in it.

- He prefers when you just plain peck him on the lips but I also think he’d enjoy any sort of kiss; or nose rub, that you’d be willing to give him; and he’d return the favor anytime he could. He’d have a habit of pressing kisses to your hands and rubbing them across his face whenever you find yourself distracted/busy while sitting with him, aimlessly occupying himself with feeling how soft your skin is until you focus back on him again.

- Slow, soft kisses. He likes taking his time and letting the world disappear for a while.

- He likes laying his head in your lap, stroking your knee absentmindedly as he loses himself in his thoughts. He always leans into your touch like a cat whenever you play with his hair and scratch at his scalp.

- He’s really big on cuddling: so much so that he finds it difficult to sleep without you now that he has a taste of how comfy it is to be in your company. He prefers nuzzling into your chest and wrapping his arms lazily around you, intertwining your legs as you hold him against you. He always blearily sits up whenever you want/need to go somewhere, drowsily waiting for you to return so he can grab onto your arm and pull you back into him or silently and tiredly move on top of you once you get back into bed yourself; acting like your chest is his rightful pillow. He also occasionally; slightly, drools in his sleep so be prepared for that, and the fact that he’ll use it as an excuse to let you borrow his shirt/have you take off your top; he’s warm enough anyway.

- You stun him into silence whenever you call him a pet name but you also have him giggling and kicking his feet over it as well. He’s always torn between calling you nothing but pet names to calling you only your given name and it’s mainly because he can’t decide which he likes more: the feeling of being the only one allowed to call you “honey” because he’s your boyfriend (!!!) or the feeling of being able to say the wonderful name of the wonderful girl he’s obsessed with. Take it as a compliment when he calls you y/n: he loves you so much and thinks you’re so great that his love extends to your name itself.

- You’ll oftentimes catch him murmuring little things to himself or talking in his sleep and like everything else, it tends to be just another testament as to how much he loves you. He’ll say things like “tomato for y/n-san, y/n-sans tomato” while making you lunch because he thinks of your name and your presence like a song; one he never tires of singing and that’s always stuck in his head. It’s a relatively unheard declaration of how much he loves having you around and how much just the concept of you; and the fact that you’re a part of his life, brightens his day.

- I wholeheartedly think that his loneliness caused him to make a little habit of talking to himself; because filling the silence with his own voice was better than sitting in silence, but now that he has you, he converses with and shares his thoughts with you whenever he can; no matter how trivial they may be. Sometimes he just sits like a puppy and waits for you to finish your work so you can grant him your attention again: immediately and adamantly telling you about the cat he saw that day and how it made him think of you or how he just noticed that your shirt matches the book on your shelf and that he thinks it’s a really nice color on you.

- He prolongs your attention on him any chance he gets: subtly trying to drag out your goodbyes or “innocently” asking questions in order to distract you and get you to talk to him; even though he knows he should be leaving you be like you told him to. He just can’t help it sometimes.

- Don’t expect him to not blow up your phone. In fact, he’d probably go as far as to buy you a cheap flip phone if you didn’t already have one, just so he could communicate with you as often as possible; even though he doesn’t really have much money to spare. That being said: he memorizes your schedule so he doesn’t bother you whenever you’re asleep or at work or in class; if he knows that sort of thing bothers you. He works around what you prefer and answers back in three seconds even if you texted or called him back hours after he contacted you.

- I’m sorry but Kawashima is clingy. He can play it cool but he isn’t above holding onto you and begging and pleading for you to stay longer or to let him stay longer. He always wants to be by your side, even when you have things to do and can’t pay him any attention: he’ll just do his own thing or take a nap with the sound of you going about your day running through his ears like a lullaby.

- Dates that evolve into just sort of living with each other for a few days on end. Like, you’ll intend on visiting the zoo but then you’ll go for dinner, stop for ice cream, decide to head inside and cuddle. You’ll wake up and he’ll suggest eating breakfast together, but oh no, you need coffee, so then you’ll run out to the café down the street and, oh look, there’s a sale at the record store next door. Well, now we gotta listen to these together and chat. Can you paint my nails while we put them on?

- The two of you stay in a lot; it’s kind of his thing. You cuddle, you watch tv, you talk: you just keep things chill and laidback. And if you decide to go out later on, neither of you mind.

- He actually really enjoys running errands with you: he likes how domestic it is and also just has a habit of going along with whatever you want to do a majority of the time anyway.

- Walking around together at night.

- Arcade and video game dates. He’s very happy when you indulge him and let him show you his favorite games or ask him to help you beat a level when you find yourself struggling. You probably have a collection of stuffed animals he’s won for you; and he definitely arranges them instead of throwing them on the floor when he wants to lay in your bed.

- He’s interested in what you’re interested in. He likes learning things about you and feeling like you’re closer to each other than anyone else. He likes knowing you better than any other person you’ve dated or been friends with before; it’s a sort of reassurance to him. He also just likes listening to you talk.

- He’s always willing to do cringy, couples things with you. He might be oblivious when you look at him expectantly but once he figures it out, he’ll typically be more than happy to comply and will even begin to plan things out himself. Kissing in the rain, twirling you around, watching chick flicks or the cherry blossoms, etc. Ask and you shall receive, baby.

- Speaking of babies: he may or may not baby trap you with a pet. Like he comes home one day with a little animal; probably a kitten, and when you immediately coo at it, he feels like he just pulled off the heist of the century. He treats it like your baby and thinks of it as such. He also likes referring to you as mommy .

- Sharing clothes. He steals yours a lot, usually mumbling something about liking them better, not wanting to admit that they smell like you and it makes him miss you less when you’re gone. You also plan matching outfits with each other or let the other person pick out what you’ll wear. He likes when you dig through his closet because you have a look already planned out; he likes that you care about the two of you looking like you belong together.

- He wears the jewelry that you get him with great pride: and keeps the fact that he views it as a collar; and enjoys that very much, to himself.

- That’s the hairstyle of a man willing to let his girlfriend do his makeup and paint his nails and do every other “girly” thing under the sun. He loves his lil grooming monkey girlfriend: you make him feel all fresh and clean. Not to mention how much he loves coming over and using your shower.

- Please praise him. Call him handsome and pretty and sweet. Hold his face in your hands, and peck his lips, and watch as his eyes get all twinkly and full of love. Watch him get flustered as you call him princess and babygirl….

- He always grabs a drink for you whenever he gets one for himself. You never have to ask: he’s just considerate like that.

- The two of you sitting cross legged at his computer and taking one of those compatibility quizzes or something equally as unserious. You hold onto his arm as you debate about the questions and take it entirely too serious for what it actually is. Both of you stare at the computer in utter shock and amusement as it tells you that you should break up: he rants about it for days afterward.

- Sharing headphones with him and/or lending each other your ipods/walkmans so you can listen to the other persons collections of music.

- Taking weird couples photos. He’s a stone faced photo taker but he’ll indulge you and make weird faces/do weird poses with you. He has a soft spot for all your strange forehead angles and squished together faces and tongue sticking out selfies.

- Always has the perfect answer for those “would you still love me if I was a worm” or “would you get remarried if I died” types of questions; though it would take him a little while to understand what/why you’re asking.

- That being said: he’s the type of guy who can’t even think of you getting hurt or dying; even if you’re just making a joke. He just refuses to acknowledge it because he loves you too much and sparing even just a single fleeting thought on it makes him too sad. He’ll just shyly ask you to talk about something else, acting like you’re being morbid and it’s making him vaguely uncomfortable: he knows he’s being a bit silly but he can’t help it.

- He gets worried when you don’t answer your phone and always asks if you’re okay; even if you’re seemingly upset over something inconsequential. He has a tendency to drop by and visit you when wants to see if you’re alright, willing to drop everything he’s doing to put his mind at ease and to potentially soothe you.

- He smokes cigarettes himself but he’s also the type of guy who would wave away the smoke if you got too close to him or would refuse to let you take it up as a “hobby”. He’d also quit for you in a heartbeat, all you’d have to do is pout, touch his face and tell him you want him to live a long and healthy life and the next thing he knows, he’s throwing the box halfway across the street.

- You’ve definitely triggered that whole “immortality drug” talk at some point and it’s one of the most heartwarming conversations you’ve ever had with him. It was probably late at night and he brought it up, telling you that you’d live together forever and that he’d be happy then, just you and him. It’s probably said just a tad too early in the relationship for most people; and he definitely got really shy and awkward after, but it was still cute.

- That’s a bit of a running theme with him: he’ll get really excited and blurt things out, finding it hard to contain himself. And maybe he’s moving a bit too fast and sounds really lame; or he’ll backpedal and doubt himself a couple seconds later, but it’s kind of nice hearing a guy be so unfiltered about you. So many guys will play it cool when they don’t have to, and then there’s Kawashima who admits he couldn’t think straight when you wore a certain dress of yours for the first time or that he’d move in with you in a heartbeat or that he wants to be with you forever and ever. It’s cute.

- Has and will make detailed notes to ensure that he does everything perfectly; even if he’s in charge of doing something casual like grocery shopping. Tell him the type of birthday cake you want or where he needs to pick you up from and he treats it like brain surgery. He just doesn’t want to mess anything up: he likes the subtle praise and the fact that you’re relying on him; not to mention the fact that he likes doing everything in his power to treat you like the princess you are to him.

- Kawashima’s a pretty mellow guy. He’s nonchalant but he’s optimistic and just being in his easy going presence tends to calm you down. He’s always there to ground and reassure you, ushering away your nerves and being there for you through thick and thin. He doesn’t question you when you’re having a rough time and never thinks less of you when mental illness starts kicking your ass; even if he doesn’t always fully understand what's going on.

- Pep talks!! He might be a bit unsure himself but the minute you doubt yourself, he’s suddenly never believed in something or someone more in his life. He thinks you’re the smartest and most amazing person ever so his blind belief in you isn’t put on. He’ll assure you that people mean nothing, or that you’re doing amazing, or that he’s there for you, or whatever else you might need to hear as often as you need to hear it.

- He’s torn between loving when you get jealous and fearing that you’ll be upset with him. He doesn’t want you to question his love for you, but god does it feel good to have confirmation that you love him as much as he loves you and that you’re scared of losing him the same way he’s terrified of losing you. He only ever has eyes for you though, and it’s obvious to see if you just look past your jealousy: what with the way he’s staring at you with puppy dog eyes and ignoring the other girls beside him completely.

- Kawashima is more insecure than he is jealous. You’re his one person and he’s really scared of losing you so when you seemingly have a really good connection with someone else, it makes him a little scared and it makes him wonder why he’s not good enough to be your one person like you are his. He knows it’s a bit silly and that it’s normal to have other people in your life; he’s just an exception, which is why he tends to give you space and overthink it in solitude. Just give him a little attention and reassurance and he’ll be fine. Reply with an earnest “yes” when he “jokingly” asks if you “like him most” and he’ll calm down, realizing that nothings changed and that you’ll always pick him.

- He’s passively protective; though he has his moments. He’s more likely to get worried and want to know when you’re getting home or to softly usher you away when you signal that you want to go somewhere than he is to confront someone for you. That being said, sometimes he shocks himself with how suddenly he can snap at someone for speaking ill of you; having never expected such a passionate response to boil inside of him over something so objectively small.

- Kawashima is really worried when it comes to fighting with you so though it doesn’t happen very often either way, he always tries his best to avoid confrontation; mostly in fear of upsetting you or making you think less of him. He’s not great at communication because of these fears so he’s more likely to walk out when he’s upset rather than argue: though it doesn’t take long for him to come back and try to resolve things and seek comfort in you; even if you started the argument yourself and did so somewhat unnecessarily.

- Sometimes, he isn’t really sure how to apologize so he sort of just tries to extend an olive branch; usually with puppy dog eyes that he doesn’t even mean to make. He isn’t sure how to put into words what he wants to say so he’ll pass you your favorite drink or food or put on your favorite show and nervously glance over at you to see if you’ve softened a bit. Rest assured that he’s the type of person who stares at couples lovingly engaging in pda with a scowl on his face whenever the two of you are having issues.

- He tells you he loves you like it’s the easiest thing in the world for him to say: mainly because it is. The words are constantly on the tip of his tongue so it barely takes any effort at all for him to just let them out.

- Kawashima would literally move in with and marry you at any given moment. He honestly has the makings of a yandere: somewhat obsessive, in love, and unwilling to give you up; especially after he finally has you.

#ryosuke kawashima imagine #kawashima ryosuke imagine #kairo imagine #kairo imagines #kairo headcanons #kairo headcanon #ryosuke kawashima imagines #ryosuke kawashima headcanons #ryosuke kawashima headcanon #kairo 2001 #pulse 2001 #pulse imagine #pulse headcanons #kawashima imagine #kawashima headcanons #kawashima headcanon #japanese movie imagine #japanese movie headcanons #foreign movie imagine

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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HI I HAVE A CRINGEFAIL REQUEST FOR A CONCEPT OF MY CRINGEFAIL MAN CRONOS

i feel like he’d be totally delusional, that man has not had a single clever thought in his LIFE

Orderly Anon [💉]

Oh you have no idea... I'd love to try out a proper concept for him! Hope this was long enough?

Yandere! Cronus Ampora Concept

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overly flirtatious behavior, Delusional behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Brief threats of self harm mention (Cronus being Cronus), Kidnapping, Isolation, Clingy, Forced relationship.

Cronus has been rejected so many times by others I'm not surprised he'd lose it after awhile.

By the time Cronus meets you he could care less if you're a human or a troll.

He just wants someone in a quadrant to love him already.

However, while most trolls are used to a fellow troll partner, Cronus may feel better with a human darling.

That's due to the whole seeing himself as a human aspect he has.

Cronus is a very demanding yandere.

He's needy and does just about anything and everything to get the attention of you.

Cronus would even resort to emotional manipulation to either win you over or make you stay with him. (Threats of self-harm or anything like that-)

Cronus is desperate and demanding.

He'd stalk you and hound you just to have your attention.

He's a hopeless flirt, constantly complimenting and flirting with you to win you over.

He lays the flattery on thick.

He even tries to compose songs for you in hopes of impressing you.

He can be rude and overall a bad person yet tries to play it cool and be caring with you.

He is such a suck up if it means you'll love him.

He's more likely to go for Matespritship yet will honestly take anything.

I imagine Cronus is used to feeling envious so he primarily gets really childish when jealous.

Honestly if you ever did give him a chance he'd probably be easy to control.

Just dangle the fact you'll leave him and he behaves.

Honestly, since he messes with your emotions, do it back and he's humbled.

While he's easy to control in a mutual relationship, I can't say the same if you drive him over the edge.

For the most part Cronus will follow you around like a pathetic puppy.

He's... sad to look at sometimes.

He's used to rejections and envy so he's a bit more patient than you think.

Although the moment that patience falters he can be a bit volatile.

He'll throw a bit of a fit, complaining and yelling about how hard he has it.

He so bad just wants you to love him.

At this point he feels he actually needs it.

He'd be a yandere to eventually just kidnap you if he feels he could lose his chance.

In his eyes you are his last chance of being loved.

No one else likes him so he is really desperate to have you.

If Cronus snapped he would isolate you in a room away from anyone else.

After all, if he isn't going to have you willingly, then he might as well take what he wants!

He's waited long enough, hasn't he?

Cronus does not seem like a violent yandere.

He's dramatic and emotional, he's more likely just to be an annoyance if he hates someone around you.

Can't see him killing anyone.

Be it you joined him in a quadrant willingly or not, Cronus is physically affectionate.

I like the HC people have that violet and/or fuchsia bloods feel cold to the touch due to being aquatic.

Cronus certainly craves your warmth and feels cold when he gives physical affection.

He has a poor sense of personal space so he is very clingy.

Cronus may slightly be a worship yandere, as I said before he'll do anything to appeal to you.

He is incredibly delusional.

Even if he has you locked away where only he can see you, he still thinks there's a chance you'll love him willingly.

He feels somehow you hold romantic feelings for him and is going to fish them out somehow.

He thinks that he's the only one for you.

He isn't really a giving yandere.

For the most part he takes.

He takes affection, attention, warmth, etc....

However he also intends to try to make you happy as his partner to keep you.

Cronus feels like he'd be an entitled yandere due to his demanding traits.

He feels you're his and is willing to take what he feels is his.

He may say blood color doesn't matter but he's still just as entitled as any violet blood.

Overall the primary traits of Cronus is the fact he's demanding, dramatic, clingy, flirtatious, lacks boundaries, delusional, and is very desperate.

He can possibly be controlled if you agree to being his partner.

He will take time to snap, but when he does, he comes in full force.

Cronus is willing to play nice with his darling if they are willing to go along with it.

The moment he realizes he isn't getting anywhere with you, however...

Well... then he's done playing nice, isn't he? It's about time he gets what he wants.

#yandere homestuck #yandere cronus ampora #yandere homestuck x reader

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allycat75 · 3 months

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We see you and your handlers, Boston Dumb Fuck (probably more your handlers).

We have been noticing anons coming to various blogs with a couple of sets of storylines- either "what type of girl/woman would you be happy for Chris to be with?" and "I think he is an awful person and the worst actor in the world and he ruined Steve Rogers".

I am not one for conspiracy theories, but I have been here long enough to notice patterns. We just saw it with the anons asking "what would it take to believe it isn't PR". When the consensus was more organic sightings, we got the photoshopped GG party pics and mentions (by the way, I can't remember the blog, but thanks for finding the 2020 pre-Golden Globe party pics- blue blazer, rust turtleneck- which are clearly the original images, at least for you BDF, and probably why Vogue took it down). And of course we got the oh so romantic group date, with Gully overacting to highten the importance, all leading up to the "natural" double chicken peck with the mouth wipe dismount. I think we are still waiting on the score from the Russian judge, but you have strong odds to medal in the Pathetic Olympic Games. However, you will not be allowed at Whole Foods because scientific analysis came back and it was determined you are too manufactured and modified to be considered organic.

So now to the new intell gathering. One is seemingly to gauge how far gone we are as a fandom, perhaps? Maybe would we even welcome you back as Captain America? General feedback is that there is talent in you, BDF (not for the wifey, she is hopeless) but here is an odd concept- maybe you need to work at it, instead of planning and executing these stupid stunts that make you look like a fucking joke. Have some humility that you are not magnificent and take some acting classes, and probably engage in some intense therapy because whatever is blocking you in your personal life is blocking you in your professional life. And remember, Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie is Captain America. Whether he succeeds or fails, you don't need to come back and look like the White Savior. Also, it would just be sad, like the guy who keeps visiting his high school long after graduating (and we all know why that isn't a good look for you, either).

As for whether another 26 year old would look good on your arm, if only she weren't an arrogant, childish, manipulative, racist, antisemetic, fatshaming clout chaser, my question is why does it matter what we think? If you and your team are thinking of "recasting", don't! Just cancel the show! You are not a character. Your life is not a script that needs tweaking. You should never do this type of arrangement again-EVER!

And as for your next "real" relationship, that isn't for us to decide. What I will say is that you need to get your shit together and be good to yourself or you won't be good for anyone else. This situation exposed how damaged you are by agreeing to it in the first place, with so little guardrails, and caused even more damage by exposing how much of your personality and character was built on matchsticks. There is so much to repair and build back stronger before you should even think about a partner right now. But a little tip- once you are ready, it is no one's goddamn business but the two of yours what you do and how you make each other happy. Hold it precious and don't stop learning and growing.

And finally BDF, fire your entire team- agents, publicists, stylists,... Start with fresh ideas. Even if they have been kind to you and don't have ill-intent, they have gotten you into a rut that you desperately need to be forced out of. Especially if their only solution to get you more work as an actor is to see which Netflix Chick they can whore you out to, they do not have your best interests in mind.

Also, this is just another example of where the fandom has been used and abused for emotional manipulation and free labor, so keep that in mind as you begin to balance the karmic scales again. We haven't forgotten.

#Ai in human form #brian wilson vibes #i don't like hypocrites #i hate manipulation #liars suck!#you are the company you keep #do better #get some help #is this the life you wanted

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bloodyknucklesforme · 9 months

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Carnal | VIII | When You Open Me

Carnal(adjective) : relating to or given to crude bodily pleasures and appetites

Simon was born with what his father called 'The Curse'. A wanton craving for taboo meat. Since meeting the similarly cursed Johnny, the two had formed a bond. They didn't just fight together, they ate together, slept together, and shared everything.

When a favor to Price reveals another cursed person, Simon worries she could destroy everything.

Masterpost

CW: cannibalism, gore, smut, anal sex

This is very much a horror fic mostly based around the films Raw (2017) and Bones and All (2022), if you sit through those you should be good here. This is my first horror fic.

Chapter Title Credit: Two Men in Love -The Irrepressibles

Johnny liked taking walks around the ‘house’ in the mornings. It was more of an estate considering how much land was included but Nina always referred to it as ‘the house’. To the East side was an old stable, empty for years. The path connecting it to the driveway had become overgrown. To the West and North were all woods.

“I don’t go there,” Nina said, when he asked about walking trails.

“Never? I would have been all over that as a kid. You can always join me…if you want”

“No…Just be careful.”

He never saw anyone else out there. He enjoyed the privacy but it was strange considering how beautiful and easy to walk it was.

It was eight in the morning when he walked back into the house. Nina was awake by then, taking the kettle off the stove. She made tea, he made breakfast. Simple eggs and toast today. He’d have to go hunting again next weekend.

“Who’s Simon?” She asked, stirring sugar into her cup.

Johnny choked on his tea. Nina was unfazed as he wiped his chin off. He hadn’t wanted to admit that he still dreamt about Simon. He tried to dream about Nina. It didn’t feel kind to do otherwise. They were sharing a bed now.

“Is that mask’s name?”

“Aye, it is.”

“Can I ask about what happened between you two?”

“You can. Don’t know if I’ll answer.”

He didn’t truly understand it himself. One moment they were partners, comrades, lovers and the next Simon didn’t want him. Johnny had blamed himself for it all. His eagerness, his hopeless romanticness, his naivety.

He’d wanted too much. Simon only wanted food and a fuck. Love was never on the table. Johnny wanted to be claimed, to be kept like a promise. He wanted Simon to consume him.

Simon had wrapped himself around Johnny’s brain like a parasite and he was helpless to stop it. It made him feel like a schoolgirl, how enamored he was with him at one point. Chasing him down the halls, meeting in dark corners, the burn he felt whenever Simon touched his shoulder.

He expected too much from him. Simon was The Ghost. Any tenderness wouldn’t have lasted, it would all grow cold eventually.

He’d fooled himself into believing he could bring the dead back to live. Make Simon his Lazurus. Breath life into him, make them into something better, something new.

Like the grass in Oxfordshire. It was Spring, they were camping in a field. Everything was growing again, finding food would be easier as it got warmer Simon had said. Last night’s hunt cooking on a small fire. Johnny remembered thinking it was going to burn.

They both had their jeans around their ankles. Simon had laid his jacket under Johnny’s head for comfort. Simon was gentle with him. Johnny’s spend covering Simon’s hand from earlier, using it to prep him.

“You ready Johnny?” Simon stroked his back with one hand while three fingers on the other spread him open.

Thinking back he hated how desperate and pathetic he was. Always begging for Simon’s affection, affection that had him pressed against the earth a random Sunday night in Spring. A day that used to be holy to him, when he’d walk up to the altar and eat the body and drink the blood of his savior.

Now he ate and drank with his savior.

“Please,” he moaned. He choked on air as Simon pushed the head of his cock inside him. His fingers tangled in the grass. Simon rocked his hips back and forth, keeping a steady pace. It was romantic…almost. He could close his eyes and pretend it was at least.

His first time in front of a fire and under the stars. He could lie to himself and say Simon loved him. It felt like love when he was laying sloppy kisses to Johnny’s neck and spilling filthy words into his ear. When their hands interlocked as Simon hunched over Johnny, chest to back.

“Wait…” He gasped. Simon pulled out and brushed his knuckles across Johnny’s face.

“You alright?”

“I want…I want to look at ya.” Hopeless romantic.

Simon chuckled and helped move him onto his back. He leaned on his forearm, framing Johnny’s face. Johnny whimpered when Simon stroked his cock before pushing back inside him. Johnny grunted and grabbed the back of Simon’s neck.

Simon tasted like blood and cheap beer. His tongue danced across Johnny’s lips, he opened his mouth eagerly.

“S’tight. Mm’fuck! Johnny…” Simon caught his bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. “Touchyerself’

Johnny obeyed, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking up and down. His stomach was heaving, feet twitching and back arching. He was close.

“Please Si, please. Ahh..fuck..please… I need it.” Johnny leaned his bad back, exposing his neck. He wanted Simon to bite him, to mark him. Something physical to last after this moment. Proof that they were something more, not just partners, sergeant and lieutenant, teammates.

Simon grabbed his face and pulled him back into a kiss. Johnny’s vision went white, his last breath caught in his chest. He came in his hand. Simon groaned and shuddered, pushing himself as deep as he could before following suit.

They did burn dinner. It didn’t matter to Johnny. They kissed until Simon went soft inside him.

He’d never been happier in his life.

“You moaned his name last night,” She said, taking a sip of her tea. Her eyes never left him. “I’m not jealous or anything… I miss Arthur sometimes too.”

“What were you doing with a twat like that anyways?” Johnny asked, changing the subject. It was a rude question. He didn’t know what actually happened. Price didn’t like him but she might have.

“Normalcy.” She shrugged. Her face fell, her normal look of neutrality turned to sadness. “He seemed nice at the time.”

She pouted and set her cup down harshly, sloshing tea.

“I didn’t want to kill him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“He’d never gotten physical before. We’d yell all the time but that night he just grabbed me and was shaking me.” She stood up, grabbing her cup and plate. “I’m not strong. I can’t fight. I was only able to kill him because he didn’t think I could. I could barely get his body off me.”

She left her things in the sink and left. He didn’t mean to poke a wound. He did the dishes.

She was the one to make contact again. He was half paying attention to some eastenders rerun when she came up behind him and wrapped herself around him.

“I’m sorry for bringing him up,” she said, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“You’re okay. I know you're curious.” He reached around to stroke the back of her head. “I’m sorry for bringing Arthur up.”

She hugged him tighter.

“I won’t ever touch ya like that, Nina. I won’t let anyone else do it either.” He and Simon hunted those types of men for a reason. He didn’t see Nina as helpless but she was right, she wasn’t strong. Her teeth were her only weapon and those could be broken easily. She had a hunting rifle stored in the upstairs closet. He’d get ammo for her before he was deployed again. Have her keep it under the bed instead.

He kissed her, falling backwards to trap her on the couch. She laughed. He liked that she always wore dresses. Made it easier to kiss up her legs. The fabric shrouded his head as he licked up her cunt. Pink floral bunched up at her hips as he thrusted into her.

They spent most of their time together fucking either that or watching a some dumb movie until that also devolved into fucking. It wasn’t out of pure lust. He liked the after more than the actual act. Being able to hold her to his chest, the smell of vanilla and sex filling the room. Sometimes cedar as well.

He knew Simon would come by to watch them sometimes. He’d resisted punching him in the jaw for it. He did miss him. He did dream about him. Dreamt about him and Nina together.

Simon behind him, Nina under him. Naked, clothed, covered in blood; it depended on the night. Any time he watched Simon leave, he wanted to call out to him. The three of them together could make it work. Teach Nina to hunt, have a safe place to live. Less camping in fields, more nights in the living room by the fireplace.

He liked this house and Nina but he missed Simon. Whatever life they were building didn’t feel complete without him.

“I’ll go get us something to eat, yeah?” He said, pushing the hair from her face. Hopefully something fresh, even an animal would do.

“Do you want me to come with you?” She asked, kissing his cheek.

“No. It’s easier when I’m alone.” He wasn’t skilled enough to bring her with him. Killing was easy, yes but getting someone alone, doing it unseen was harder. He grabbed his coat, gloves, boots and the old ghost team balaclava. “I’ll be back soon.”

It wasn’t soon. Four hours later he tore into the driveway, a dead man in the backseat and a knife in his gut. He didn’t even realize he got stuck till he tried to lift the corpse up. He couldn’t leave the body. Luckily his car was close. He’d fucked up. He barely made it back. He leaned against the horn, holding pressure around the blade. He had no idea how deep it was.

“Nina!” His voice was hoarse. Would she even reach him? Would be disposed of the same way as Arthur? Would Price burn his car and dump his body in the sea?

He hoped she’d eat him.

He saw the front door open, his eyes squinting from the light.

“Johnny!” She smelled like vanilla. Her arms hooked under his as she tried to drag him out of the car. “Just keep pressure on it. Oh god.”

The gravel of the drive scratched against his legs. They collapsed into the foyer. Nina rolled him onto his back. She teleported around with every blink.

Her hand against his cheek anytime he closed his eyes for too long. She cut off his shirt.

“Oh fuck. Oh my god.” She looked horrified. “I can’t take it out. Johnny it’s deep. I…I don’t know what to do.”

The ceiling light made a halo around her head.

“M’sorry.” He didn’t know if she could even hear him. He tried to focus on her face. There was blood on it, his blood. Her hands were red. She turned away from him. No, come back. He wanted to look at her. He wanted to see something beautiful when he died. He was dying. He was going to die.

“I can’t stop the bleeding. Please, help me,” She was begging to something unseen. A larger pair of hands covered hers.

“Get disinfectant and a belt!” Simon barked at her. He could hear Nina run away. “Needle and thread!”

The familiar scent of cedar filled his head. Cedar and vanilla. It was wonderful.

Simon and Nina had the same eye color, he thought. Big brown eyes. He loved their big brown eyes.

“Stay with it, Johnny. You’ll be alright,” Simon’s bloodied knuckles brushed against his cheek. His eyelids were heavy, the world was slowing down, getting darker till the only light in the world was in that foyer.

“Nina! Hurry!” Simon yelled.

The light went out.

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