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ash-says · 2 months

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Survival 101 :

Buckle up your seatbelt darling because this is going to be triggering and one hell of a ride. Don't expect mushy from me. Might do it when tapped in my soft girl era but today I feel like a Villain.

1) Keep your mouth shut where you don't hold the power. No power no expressed opinions that can put you in trouble.

2) Learn manipulation and seduction skills. This will help you to detect when someone is trying to manipulate and seduce you. Saves a lot of drama and heartache.

3) Fight back strategically. We don't want to lose a job, a degree certificate, a bruise on your body,etc depending on your situation.

4) Facts over emotions. Always.

5) 90% of older men are creepy. Speaking from experience here. Play with them by ear. Get what you want by being polite and respectful but if they try to harass you or take advantage we turn Medusa on them or if you are not in a position to fight and walk out safe just play cutesy and shy and dumb. Ask him what he means and do not take a word said by him seriously. Dodge his advances like your life depends on it until you get an opening to run for the hills.

6) Snap out of delusions and pay attention to reality. People are not what you make them out to be they are what they show you. Stop making excuses for them.

7) Anxiety can be crippling. Panic attacks are the worst but no matter what happens try your level best to never show them publicly. Men are vultures and vulnerable women are easy prey for men.

8) That one friend who is all sweet to you and is your bff but anything positive happens in your life and suddenly starts becoming passive aggressive. Not your friend. Don't share any secrets. Best to be kept as an acquaintance.

9) Develop sarcasm and don't be afraid to put self entitled bitches and bastards in their place. Better being called a 'Mean Girl' over a 'Doormat'.

10) Bully back the bullies. It's 2024 sweetie we don't wait for an opportunity for revenge we fucking create it.

11) No matter how tough your life is going everyone shouldn't be getting a broadcast about it. At least not by your own mouth. Try to act as put together as you can.

12) Kindness is virtue but being apathetic saves you. Don't be the fool who bleeds through the stabs of the same knives again and again. "Because I can't see them in pain. I have a heart." Babygirl you have a life too. All that emotional stress is going to result in some serious problems in the upcoming years.

13) Learn when to quit. The most emotionally intelligent people I know are great quitters. They know when it's the end of an era.

14) Never disclose your family issues to outsiders. Until and unless a person has proved their loyalty to you year after year only those selected one or two people should know your domestic issues. Anyone else knowing it is like having a good gossip for tea time.

15) Lastly, there are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour.

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himehomu · 6 months

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One of my favorite madohomu scenes of all time takes place in the anime, episode 8 at the 17:50 mark to be exact. After Homura kills Kyubey before Madoka can make a contract with him, she approaches Madoka and asks why she's so self-sacrificial, tells her to stop demeaning herself by thinking so lowly of herself, begs her to think of the people who think the world of her, those who'd be mournful if, god forbid, anything were to happen to her, to please think of those trying to keep her safe. From Madoka's perspective, this is the first time the usually stoic, cold, and standoffish Homura is being vulnerable, open, and emotional. From Madoka's perspective, this is the first time she's seen someone so seemingly brave as Homura cry. The first time she's ever heard her voice above her usual calm and collected tone. This is the first time Madoka sees Homura so upset, so frustrated, so afraid.

Madoka, whom has never met this girl aside from seeing her in a strange dream, sees Homura fall to her knees and cry and, as if on instinct, Madoka stands up to comfort her.

And, in this moment, Madoka has some moment of clarity, recognition, familiarity. It goes by pretty fast, but if you capture this moment frame by frame, you can tell in the way her face changes and she stares at seemingly nothing. She goes from staring down at Homura worriedly to getting caught off guard by something. It kind of looks like she's looking at something off screen until a black void of static accompanied by a low buzzing plays for a brief second before Madoka, out of nowhere, asks "Have we met before?" Then you realize she was experiencing that feeling of familiarity from seeing Homura so upset. "Wait, have I done this before. Have I comforted this girl before? Have I seen her cry before?"

This scene is so powerful to me, because this Madoka doesn't know Homura. Or, at least, she shouldn't. Yet, when she sees this girl fall to her knees crying, when she sees this seemingly emotionless girl so broken and fragile, and more importantly as soon as Madoka stands to comfort her, she has this sense of "Have we met before? Have we done this before? Have I seen you like this before?"

Even in her "dream," she wanted to protect Homura, wanted to stop what was happening in front of her: Homura giving up her life to defeat Walpurgisnacht and failing. That's the reason why she agreed to become a Magical Girl in the "dream"; she wanted to change the outcome of Homura's fate. In the first timeline, she saved Homura from a Witch. Despite Homura wishing to be the one protecting Madoka, the moment Homura lets her brave facade down, shows vulnerability, is afraid and frustrated and upset, Madoka stands up to do what comes naturally to her: comforting and protecting Homura. And that's what sparks her recognition. She stands to comfort her because deep down she feels like she knows her from somewhere, that they've met somewhere, sometime before. Throughout the anime, when Sayaka and Mami were antagonistic towards Homura, Madoka kept saying "Is she really that bad?" and "I feel like we could all be friends" and "What if she's telling the truth?" Because she's known her throughout 100 time loops, she's protected her throughout 100 time loops, she's loved her throughout 100 time loops. This is kind of an underrated madohomu moment yet it's one of the most solidifying on Madoka's end.

#pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica #mahou shoujo madoka magica #madomagi #homura x madoka #madohomu #when i say “a thousand years” by christina perri was made for madohomu i mean it #she literally stood to comfort her because it's natural to her because she's been doing that throughout 100 time loops #like wtf i hate them

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catsvkis · 3 days

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i love this scene so much, it really shows how much they've grown. izuku can be openly vulnerable and said what was on his mind to him, and katsuki can accept it and attempt to be reassuring. like he's really trying to show that he cares in his own way :(

i don't think he's telling him to suck it up, i think what he meant here was to stop blaming himself for what happened to him. like they've brought him back to UA and showed him that everything that's happened is not his responsibility, so he shouldn't be so hard on himself anymore. they should start looking ahead, because being stuck in past would just endanger himself with shigaraki and afo. but i think katsuki just failed to understand that izuku wasn't only blaming himself, he was afraid to hurt katsuki. that it wasn't about izuku, it was about katsuki and the potential fatal consequence of his mistake with shigafo. it was fear of losing him.

(nevertheless even if it's not bkdk i still love that izuku has a scene that shows how much the previous events have impacted him.)

#bakudeku #bkdk #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #im still ill btw #this is an anime original but this is what i deserve #bones redemption arc?#im so sentimental

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illubean · 4 months

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Hi hellooo <3 I love your blog and since I have a thing for this bug-eyed boi, I wanted to ask you to please write a headcanon or a small one-shot (whatever you are comfortable) about teenage!illumi SOMEHOWWWWW having a secret friendship and he meets reader in the forest etc :)

Assassins Don't Have Friends

Characters: Teenager!Illumi Zoldyck Type: Fluff, oneshot, Teenager!Gn!reader

this turned out kinda long >.< idk how to feel about it tbh

Warnings: mention of human trafficking kind of?

Illumi Zoldyck was a perfect assassin and a perfect son. He never showed fear, vulnerability, was excellent at his job and followed all the rules to a t. Or so everyone thought.

It wasn't long ago that Illumi had went on the job that would unknowingly change his life, maybe about three months give or take. He was assigned to take out a member of the mafia known for trading illegal goods. Apparently he had owed the man who hired Illumi money and had no means of paying it. He was to dispose of the target swiftly and silently.

After the job had been done the young Zoldyck somehow failed to notice the figure in the corner, who had been watching him with surprised and tired eyes. Upon realizing he was not alone, the boy was quick to pin the figure down, ready to take their life at any given moment. Now that he was up close to this person, he realized it was another kid around his age, wearing tattered and dirty clothes. The part that intrigued him most is that they didn't seem afraid of him.

The mysterious person only smiled at him, eyes softening with admiration as they spoke.

"Thank you for saving me."

The young assassin stared blankly in confusion. Saving them? All he did was his job and you just happened to be there, he didn't really try benefiting you on purpose. Illumi lowered the needle he had pointed at the persons neck, eyes narrowing before he responded.

"What are you talking about?"

"That man you killed. I was just auctioned off to him and needless to say he was a horrible man, so thank you. I'm Y/n by the way."

Illumi got off of Y/n, turning around to leave before speaking up once more.

"I didn't kill him for you, I was doing my job. I should kill you too for being a witness, but I'll let you go this once."

The Zoldyck boy began to embark on his journey back home before he heard footsteps running to catch up to him.

"I never caught your name? Who are you anyway?"

He continued to walk, not once turning to face Y/n.

"Quit following me."

"But I have nowhere to go-"

"I don't care where you go, just get away from me."

It was silent for a few moments as the teens continued to walk. Y/n ignored Illumi's demands as they neared a path that stretched through a vast forest. At the end of the trail there was a large mountain. Illumi knows he shouldn't have led this stranger so close to his home, but something inside him wouldn't let him push them away.

"You still haven't told me your name. Are you like a secret spy or something? Geez we've been walking for so long- don't tell me we have to walk all the way up that mountain!"

The young assassin stopped when they got to the base of the mountain, causing Y/n to run into his back with a small 'oof'.

In front of them was a large stone wall with metal doors in the center.

"This is as far as I can allow you to get. I shouldn't have let you follow me for so long but frankly you don't pose any threat."

"Aww, I think you just let me follow you so far because you like me! Noowwww can I finally know the name of my new friend?"

Y/n smiled at the stoic male in front of them, blinking and awaiting a response.

"Assassins don't have friends, now leave."

Illumi approached the seven large doors of his home and began to push them open before pausing.

"It's Illumi."

He entered through those doors while Y/n stood confused for a few moments before realizing.

That was his name.

While the doors were closing he heard a voice yell from the opposite side.

"Okay Mr assassin! I'll come back here here every day to see you!"

{Pov switch? kinda?}

And that's exactly what you did. Every day for about a week you showed up at the foot of the mountain, sometimes convincing Zebro to call the butlers quarters.

After Illumi found out about this, he finally went down to meet them. This time you looked much cleaner, holding a small basket with a cloth over it.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I told you I would visit every day, didn't I? Oh, and this is for you. I managed to make a little money by fighting so consider this as a "thank you'. Y'know, for killing that guy?"

You held out the basket, gesturing for the boy in front of you to take it. He lifted the cloth to reveal some baked goods underneath. Illumi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You can't keep trying to call the house. I told you assassins don't have friends."

"Welllll can't you make an acception for little ole me?" you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. "It could be our little secret!"

Without a word, Illumi grabbed one of your wrists and began walking into the forest surrounding his home. He stopped as the both of you came to a clearing, sitting down against the trunk of a tree.

"You're annoyingly stubborn."

You only smiled before sitting down next to him, reaching into your basket and pulling out two custard buns.

"Well it seems to work," you started, offering him one of the buns. "We're friends now, after all."

Illymi accepted the sweet treat with a sigh and ended up sitting there with you for hours. At some point you had both agreed to meet there once a week.

After these visits Illumi began developing a soft spot for you. He anticipated the days you would show up and the time you got to spend together.

Maybe he wasn't a perfect son.

He had secretly been seeing you without his family knowing and you were beginning to break down those walls of his.

Maybe he wasn't the perfect assassin.

Because after all, assassins don't have friends.

#hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #illumi hxh #illumi x you #illumi x y/n #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi

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innaillus · 3 months

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I saw in another comment that the woman you draw with Sukuna could have been his wife. If that is the case, then why does she seem to be afraid of him. I would imagine that as his wife, she would be the one person that shouldn't fear him. It's giving a little forced marriage vibes or is that the point?

If this is the case, it's cause I forgot to draw little hearts around them in said images.

I don't imagine the marriage/relationship forced, and I also don't think she is actually afraid of him. It's part of the love game. I think Sukuna is a person who thrives on challenges and she knows. (I think I only ever made one single pair of sketches where they embrace, maybe I should have made more but I didn't think people would be interested in this aspect of my headcanons.)

I also learned a lot of interesting things about Heian-period love and seduction from this video. Apparently, showing yourself weak and vulnerable was a major turn-on.

Thank you for your feedback! Hope this helps.

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#thank you #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen

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saey707 · 6 months

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*heavy breathing* pls, feed my thirst with a little heartsteel kayn pls I need him -I-I need to read some yandere heartsteel kayn *coughs* I can't breath I need him to be angry at me for his own feelings omg omg I need it I need the water

✿ Prompt: Kayn is a toxic boyfriend ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: npd, yandere ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author's Note: Your request made me laugh so hard that I had to respond as soon as possible LOLOL ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა I'm always down for writing toxic yandere boys! So let's get into Kayn ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Enjoy!

Most days, you couldn't help but feel like you were trapped in a relationship with Kayn. Yes, you loved him, hell you even accepted him the way he was... But really, that was only because you feared what he could if you did try to speak up.

The warning signs were always there- People constantly reminding you... no, warning you that Kayn was toxic. But, you chose to ignore them. You wanted to believe there was some degree of good inside of Kayn. You wanted to love him like no one did before. You tried to convince yourself that you could even change him!

However, seeing Kayn in all his selfish, narcissistic colors made you realize far too late that you were stuck with him... and Kayn loved the power he had over you.

He loved having control over your shared relationship and felt like he could do as he pleased whenever he pleased. Time and time again Kayn would exercise unscrupulous control and influence over you. And you let him.

The control issues Kayn harbored at the beginning of your relationship were small. So much so, that you believed he was just obsessive-compulsive. He spoke devilish whispers that persuaded you to do things you would never do. He had you wrapped around his finger. He had you in his possession. His trap.

And as the devil's web unwound, it was only a matter of time before he was only just beginning to control every aspect of your life, from deciding what you wore out to events together to who you spoke to.

"I saw Aphelios looking at you the other day. You shouldn't trust him. You never know what the intentions of the quiet ones are..."

"I heard what Yone said to you the other day. You shouldn't listen to him... He has no idea how happy we are together!"

"I don't want you talking to Ezreal anymore!"

While the rest of the band felt it was wrong to enable Kayn, they kept quiet. They kept their distance when you all were alone. Because Kayn knew as much about them as he knew about you. And Kayn wasn't afraid to abuse the information he knew he sabotage all of them if they crossed him and his relationship.

The only sigh of relief you ever had was when the group performed interviews out of the country. Even though you could tag along, you chose not to. You made the excuse that you had work, and that saved you every time. Work was the only thing you had in your life that gave you some sense of control. Kayn couldn't take that away from you... yet, at least.

"Why aren't you texting me back? Are you listening to me?!" "Answer right now!!" "You're seriously going to put your phone on mute this long?! Who the hell do you think you are?!!" "Fine then. You did this to yourself. Keep that in mind." "LMAO" "When I get back you better hope that I'm fucking happy!!"

And he made sure to let the world know how frustrated he was.

"So Kayn, how is your relationship with your partner? You both are still together right?!" The interviewer happily questioned, your boyfriend playing the part, showing off that devilishly smug smile in front of his awestruck audience.

It made you feel sick to your stomach. It made you dread what he was about to say and what he could say.

"Oh, we are! Things between us are better than ever. We're both so happy..." His smile fell. "But..." He began to brood, looking off to the side for a moment. The audience ate up his vulnerability.

"They get so busy with work sometimes. I just wish they could respond to me sooner! Babe, if you're watching this, answer me!! Ahahaha!!" His smile returned, the others trying to hide their discomfort with joyful laughter.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be happy to see you when you get back Kayn. Don't be so discouraged!" The interviewer reassured him, Kayn rubbing the back of his neck, staring forward at the camera. Staring forward at you.

That was the telltale sign: That you were absolutely, most positively, fucked.

#saeybaewrites #request #short #headcanons #heartsteel kayn #kayn #heartsteel kayn x reader #heartsteel x reader #kayn shieda #shieda kayn #kayn lol #x reader #kayn league of legends x reader #kayn league of legends #kayn lol x reader #kayn shieda x reader #shieda kayn x reader #lol x reader #league of legends x reader

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ravens-two · 8 months

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PICK A CARD reading

Messages from your Higher Self

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Deck used: Seasons of the Witch Beltane Oracle

TIPS | BOOK A READING WITH ME | PATREON | LINKTREE | SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC

Pile 1

Oracle

"Spirits of other worlds: tell me tales of the unknown, tell me tales of the forbidden."

Hi pile 1! Your Higher Self really wants you to tune in to your intuition. Listen to what your guides are trying to tell you and don't doubt yourself so much. Yes, it's important to exercise discernment when it comes to the magical, but you shouldn't doubt yourself all the time. Sometimes the messages that you receive are simpler than what you make them out to be.

Most of all, pile 1, your Higher Self wants you to focus on honing in your intuition (be it through learning tarot, using a pendulum or paying attention to your dreams). This is because your Higher Self really wants to talk to you directly, your guides have a lot to teach you, but that information needs to flow directly between you and your guides.

What you also need to know, pile 1, is that your guides and ancestors are on your side and they want to help you. Simply ask for their help with the problems that are troubling you and you shall receive.

Pile 2

The Lovers

"Love lulls all sorrow and bewitches flesh, mind and breath, reminding me that I am unafraid of the unfurling winds of my eternity."

Hi there, pile 2! Your Higher Self really wants to put you at ease here. They want to tell you that you are safe and you can relax now. Trust that everything is okay for now - and if for some of you it isn't, trust that it will be okay for a while. There's a feeling here of deep relaxation, it's like your image, swimming calmly in a pond.

This is also the card of vulnerability, so you are being told that in order to forge deep connections you need to be vulnerable. You don't need to be invincible all of the time. In fact, you just can't. Learn to lean on others for support and don't be ashamed to ask for help when you need it. I know that it hasn't always been easy, but the people who love you really do want to help you and support you. They want to feel that you need them too.

When you manage to be vulnerable is when you can really show who you are to other people without fear. This vulnerability doesn't need to be just about your personal relationships, but it could also be about your work. Let's say that you are an artist, but you don't want to share your art because you are afraid of being judged. Your Higher Self wants to encourage you to do either way, in spite of that, because you will learn something from it.

Pile 3

Wildcat

"Be still and tune in, for there is something afoot lurking alongside you."

Hi, pile 3! The Wildcat is the card of danger, but don't sound the alarms right away. Your Higher Self isn't saying that you are in danger, but that you should be aware of what is happening around you. Not just your surroundings, but also your relationships, work or school life.

With this card it's possible that someone's hiding something from you. This could be something as simple as a surprise birthday party or the fact that someone has been talking behind your back.

Most of all though, your Higher Self wants you to be more present. If it's something that you enjoy or are interested in, why don't you try to do a bit of meditation? If that isn't really for you, I'd recommend you research and try some grounding techniques.

Another message from your Higher Self is that you need to spend more time in nature. Go for a walk or sit on a bench in the park and just listen and observe. Listen to the birds or other nature sounds around you. Observe what's happening around you, do you recognize the plants you see? If it's safe touch them, what do they feel like? It's really important that you tune in with nature right now.

Pile 4

Sacred Waters

"Drunken by the swell of the sea, I can feel the blanket of her embrace. Unafraid of the presence releasing the cords, I call her in, I call her deeply within."

Hi, pile 4! This is the card of healing. Your Higher Self wants you to let go of the things that have hurt you in the past and allow yourself to heal. Your guides want to tell you that they care so much about you, they see you and they want to help you as much as they can. Just like with pile 2, don't be afraid of asking them for help.

This is a period of healing and change for you pile 4. As you accept your past you begin to feel more at ease with your present. The song "Never let me go" by Florence and the Machine just came to my mind. This might represent a bit of how you have been feeling. And now, I just heard "What the water gave me" also by Florence. This pile has a very strong Star energy. There's this sense of deep hurt here, but finally feeling hopeful that it might turn out fine. I also think that you guys also really love music - it might be a way for you to process things - because I keep getting songs in my head. I think I'm going to leave you guys a little playlist at the end of your reading.

A very important message that I'm getting is that your Higher Self is asking you to please be gentle with yourself. Be gentle with the things you say and think about yourself and please, please don't be hard on yourself when you don't manage to live up to your own standards. This is a time for healing.

Never Let Me Go - Florence and the Machine

What The Water Gave Me - Florence and the Machine

Quarter Past Four - Avriel and the Sequoias

Youth - Daughter

Standing By - Pentatonix

Ophelia - The Lumineers

#pac reading #tarot #pick a card #tarot reading #pick a picture #pick a pile

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honeeslust · 7 months

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Shigaraki | greedy

This is a little rushed but I rewatched that last fight of Mha and well… you know how I do lol

You hopped off of Shigaraki’s bike, panting as your heart raced like a motor in your chest. You bent over putting hands on your knees while you tried to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe that you had just gotten away with him.

As you sucked in a deep breath of air, Shigaraki was at your side. You ok, Angel?

I’m fine, you stood and smiled at the ground instead of him and he noticed.

Why do you always do that?

Do what you sighed, looking off to the side. still coming down from the pure adrenaline rush you had just experienced. He lifted your face so that you could look up at him. The gesture put even more on edge than you already were. Being so close to him made you feel vulnerable, like there was nothing you could ever hide from him. Nor would you have to.

You always look away, afraid I might actually see you?

You couldn’t say anything. The truth was that you did this because you couldn’t handle the way he looked at you, it was like he was looking into you.

You don’t have to hide from me.

This was bad. He was wearing you down and he knew it. Shigaraki had always wanted you for himself, and now, you considered whether it would be so bad to let him.

He wasn’t who you were supposed to like. He was intimidating but exciting. He was dangerous, but somehow you always felt safe with him. And in a way, he always seemed to be daring you. To do what? That part you couldn't quite figure out. So maybe that's why this time you didn't pull away from him when he planted himself firmly in your space.

All you had ever known was how to people please. So when he came along and showed you how good it could feel to be selfish, you rushed toward the fire like a moth.

You stood there questioning everything, how would this even work? what would he think of you after?

The longer you looked into his eyes the more he sensed your hesitation. That's when he leaned in and brushed his gloved finger over your bottom lip.

Do you remember what I told you? He said looking at you with those scorching red eyes. If you want something, you take it.

After the way life had gone for you, you could appreciate how simple he made things. Why shouldn't you get to do what makes you feel good?

You touched his arm as he held your face. What if — it’s someone I want.

Finally speaking the words had your panicked heart hammering your chest. Never could you see yourself being so bold. But the rush you felt was because of him. He was daring you to be free.

You shouldn't think so much. He said removing his mask and revealing the countless striatic like scars across his face. You reached up and trailed your fingers along the linear markings. This time, you weren't going to turn away.

You're right. I shouldn't

You felt every lingering moment as you stared into his crimson eyes. You felt his hand skim down the side of your face, your arm, your hip—

And then you kissed him, deeply. The taste if his lips as he gladly drew your body to his had you ready to give him that taste he’d always wanted to desperately. You liked the way his tongue swirled around yours as he tilted his head into the kiss. You could feel how badly and how long he had needed you from the way he grabbed you tight and held you close.

You bite down hard on his lip, making him grab you by the throat and groan. Ow, he smirked, wiping the blood from his lip. He forced you to the wall behind, pinning you as he began to sucking all over your neck and chest leaving hickies everywhere.

As he happily marked your soft skin, you felt how much his roughness had excited you. A pool of warmth grew between your legs making you push your hips toward him inviting him in with your body.

Fuck me. You half moaned, hooking your leg around him.

Shigaraki pulled away and looked into your desperate eyes, surprised to actually here you say it. His wide eyes stared back at you, awaiting your invitation. You panted heavily, so hopped up on adrenaline and lust and nodded to him.

He couldn’t believe that you were finally giving in. He slipped his hand down between your legs and pushed them right against the slick area in your panties.

So wet from a kiss. Shigaraki teased rubbing his fingers along your clothed slit. He worked them back and forth making you moan. Fuck you’re so sensitive, he grinned toying with you some more.

You moved your hips toward him silently begging him for more of his touch. You wanted him to fuck you but this— no other man that had ever touched you had made it feel like this. You felt yourself growing wetter as he worked his fingers in fast tight circles. Every little stroke made you arch and writhe until you were coming hard and soaking your panties even more.

His mouth captured your moans as he let up some of the pressure. Your eyes shot open wild and burning from how good it felt to come on the same fingers that could so easily kill you if he chose. Before you could even stop spasming he was at your clit again, teasing that button, and automatically your thighs tried to squeeze shut.

Your poor underserved kitty was too sensitive to take anymore. But he leaned in and sucked on your neck again. Don't hide from me, keep these legs open for me.

You tensed ready to detonate again when he whispered, be greedy Angel,he spoke low and slow working your pussy with such skilled hands need you to come for me.

The tightening in your core made your eyes roll back and you wept as the drool slipped past your trembling lip. Your body went limp and he held your weight as you shook from head to toe.

Shigaraki laughed, making you blush.

When your breath finally settled, you stood and straightened your dress. You shoved past him and walked back over to his bike. When you stopped and looked over your shoulder, it was your turn to laugh at him as he stood there completely confused.

You smiled and tapped the seat of the bike.

Let’s go. I asked you to fuck me, and as good as that was, I’m gunna need more than that.”

From the sblood room 🩸

#shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #smut writer #smut oneshot #mha smut #mhashowerthoughts #smutxanime honeeslust

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 5 months

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Okay I know I shouldn't have started thinking about That One Meta again (it's the super long one going around for being an absolutely unhinged conspiracy, here's a link but I'll warn you it's not even unhinged in a way that's fun to read, it's just offensive and uncomfortable). But one thing that keeps making me kinda mad is how the author argues that Ed was not feeling scared when Izzy confronted him in s1e10.

Textually, and looking at the acting we can see on screen, Ed looks scared, and that is reasonable in the text of the show. Izzy has already proven he's willing to call the cops on Ed and try to sabotage his happiness, and when Izzy responds with approval to Ed choking him, that's obviously triggering Ed's fear that he is a monster. Ed isn't just scared of Izzy and feeling threatened, he's also horrified by his own capacity for violence. Izzy is breaking the safe bubble Ed has created for himself during the first half of s1e10, where he was finally feeling safe and happy and comfortable, and now Izzy is making Ed think he's not the kind of person who can have that and he will not be safe unless he's Blackbeard, not Ed - of course he's scared!

Like. He's fucking scared and that's a very easy takeaway from this scene on a basic level. He's very wide-eyed, he has tears in his eyes, he flinches away when Izzy moves.

But in That One Meta and similar analyses, reading Ed as being afraid here is portrayed as some kind of problematic "infantilazation," like a little gotcha for everyone who actually bothers talking about what Ed's feeling in this scene. It's a transparent excuse to try and argue that Ed wasn't afraid of Izzy and absolve Izzy of wrongdoing. And that's such a weird take to me, but it's also a bit illuminating, because-

In this kind of logic, Ed's emotions are dulled down and made simple. He's only truly capable of anger and reacting with violence, a prop pushed along by the actions of White characters in general and Izzy in particular. Fear is too human an emotion for the caricature of him that exists in metas like this.

It's very telling, I think, that only White characters get to be motivated by more vulnerable emotions, while for Ed it's apparently "infantilizing" him.

#ofmd #our flag means death #don't even get me started on how that meta sexualizes a lot of Ed's actions either. it's gross!

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silli---lilli · 9 months

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The Only Hoax I Believe In

Simon Riley had worked for months to figure out exactly what the new Sergeant was up to. Johnny Mactavish had treated him strangely since they met, and he was not one to let some shit like that go.

In Las Almas, Ghost had hung back for Soap, barely knowing him, and he'd had to get to the bottom of his own actions then, too, because getting him out alive had become his only goal. More important than any other aspect of the mission. That was strange.

And then Soap hadn't thanked him and not moved on. He'd thanked him and stuck impossibly close to his side then. Simon had thought for a bit that maybe he was just showing gratitude but, then came questions.

Soap wanted to know about his home, he asked about his tattoos, and how he chose the design for his mask. He wanted to know how Simon took his tea and what he missed about being off duty and if he thought he'd ever retire. Simon answered him, respectfully, but he began to feel curious and then wary and then downright manipulated. Because he always answered in a way that had previously earned him his solitude, but Johnny had stayed.

Johnny had stuck beside him. It was Johnny in his ear, guiding him, it was Johnny's quiet voice in the kitchen when neither of them could sleep, it was Johnny's burning cigarette that lit his in a great show of his own weakness. It was Johnny who looked at his uncovered face like it was normal and beautiful and not monstrous and gruesome. But he didn't ask why Simon chose to cover it. He let him have his reasons, and respected them.

He had decided it was a trick, a great hoax the man was playing. He was smart enough, bright enough, mischievous enough, and there was no way he actually wanted to be that close. He was waiting for the moment Johnny pointed and laughed at him and all the others laughed along with him.

It was one of those nights, with the cigarettes, when he finally said something about it. To get ahead of the humiliation.

"How long you gonna keep this up, Sergeant?" His voice was steady and hollow, he didn't want Johnny to know he was afraid of the answer. Of being shown his own gullibility.

"Smoking?" Johnny pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and inspected it. "Until it kills me, I suppose."

Simon just looked at him.

"What?" Johnny frowned, realizing the tension in the man beside him.

"I mean this." Simon motioned vaguely between them.

Johnny slowly lowered his hand and stared back. Simon could see he was relaxed, not tense as if he'd been found out. "You want to stop?"

Then, it angered him. He wasn't stupid enough to get caught up again. "Well its not anything real, is it?"

Johnny nodded then, and notion he'd had earlier confirmed. "You don't believe someone could just want to be around you, Simon, do you?"

Simon questioned himself. Whether or not he was right about the whole thing, the question was valid. "I've chosen to believe it, for now, but I'd rather end it quietly. Not make a scene."

"That what you want? To end it?" Johnny sat up straighter. "I'm confused, Simon, I thought you were okay with me being around."

"I don't know." He admitted, which was a worse vulnerability than he'd uncovered at any point before.

"Well I do." Johnny turned to face him, placing his free hand behind his back to fight the urge to touch him. "I get it. But it's no game I'm playing, LT, and maybe it's my reckless nature or impulsive tendencies but I'd like to keep this up." He took another drag. "If you'll allow it."

"It's not one of your grand schemes?"

Johnny chuckled. "I'm flattered, but no. I just like you. Maybe I should have said that sooner."

"I wouldn't have believed you." Simon looked down at his gloved hands, shame worming his way into his heart. Maybe he shouldn't have doubted someone he knew to be truly good.

"And now?"

"I don't know." Simon repeated.

"Well I'd be happy to prove it. I love a good challenge."

With that, they quieted. Johnny became more vocal about why he stayed close and Simon decided that even if it was some grand trick, whatever pain came after it was revealed was worth the warmth of letting himself believe it in the moment.

#call of duty #cod #mw2 #call of duty fic #call of duty modern warfare #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soapghost #call of duty fanfic #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #141 #simon riley #soap x ghost #ghoap

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a-d-nox · 3 months

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pac/pap: message from your past lover/crush

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

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pile 1

you two couldn't be together because the universe was testing you both as to whether or not you were ready for a new level of relationship. the universe wanted to see if you could break old patterns - i sense that you both accomplished this test. now it is up to you both to make peace with your past relationships, so you can continue to welcome new energy into your romantic lives. if you are wondering why this person couldn't be here, it was because you both had different visions for the future. their's wasn't a shared common plan or even a solid foundation to keep you together through this part of life.

what they want to let you know is that they were too worried about status and reaching milestones (in life and romantically) to even try and slow down to enjoy a connection with you. they couldn't be in the moment and simply enjoy life - they were too in their head and they are sorry about it. they hope that you find the right relationship at the right time - just be patient and continue to take care of yourself.

staying together or trying to be together would have lead to delusions. things would not have been as they appeared. at first, things would have been too good to be true and quickly you would have learned why. rapid movement often leads to the fizzling out of emotions... too much good leads to a boring connection for a majority of people - you need some conflict to keep the connection interesting and evolving.

i feel like your unrealistic expectation for them was that they were ready to settle down and establish themselves. they weren't. you wanted them to be ready, and you were determined to believe that they were when they weren't. they weren't ready to be with you, you just wanted them to be ready.

its good you aren't together because someone exciting is going to be entering your life, perhaps via a friend. put yourself out there - participate in activities. you might meet them on a vacation, if that is coming up for you. be open to people who you wouldn't typically think of because you assume they will be temporary or that you would assume it would only amount to a fling with them.

what you learned from them was how to take a leap of faith and trust that the universe won't steer you wrong long term. you know now that you can't fear the unknown - everything is just lessons that are meant to expand your consciousness and present you with opportunities. everything that happens to you in the romantic sense is just a part of your personal and spiritual evolution.

the deck says that in 8 weeks or the fall is when you will be ready for the next chapter.

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you can't be together and you know exactly why. you are confident in yourself and you know your worth. you are worth much more than you were receiving. so it is time that you put yourself out there to meet new people - don't be afraid to show your vulnerability with new people. you need to be open about what you perviously experienced so that you can avoid repeated lessons and reasons for breakups. you latest crush/relationship was tore about you because they were intimidated by your intelligence and your effectiveness in communication was too much for them. they weren't mature enough to match your energy, so they likely ghosted you.

something they never got to say to you was that you shouldn't be as sure as you are. a person is never done learning. you might have came across as cocky and unwilling to understand their perception. there is something to learn in every situation and from every perspective - you just need to be open to do so.

if you tried to make the connection work, you would have lost your spunk. eventually, you would have found yourself incapable of being able to fully express yourself. you would have been incapable of finding joy, playing around, and even be present - you would have become too stoic and wrapped up in your unhappiness and incapable of having fun and laughing.

your unrealistic expectation was that you would never argue or have conflict with them - all relationships have conflict where both sides are heard. it is more about how you manage yourself than it is the fight itself. it helps you to evolve and learn each others triggers - to not fight is to remain ignorant of each other issues, triggers, etc. you want to have a relationship that grows and blossoms, then be open to arguments.

it's for the best that you aren't together because the connection moved too quickly. you both let your excitement of what could happen cloud the reality of the situation. i also sense that they were not just being pursued by you - they had several people's interest.

what you can learn from this experience is that a situation can change at any moment in time, so enjoy it while it lasts. let go of what out stays its welcome - whether it is behavior that is not right or dating patterns. you need to make space for new possibilities when your situation is starting to feel stale.

the deck says that in 5 days (or rather you should have been ready 5 days ago during the aquarius new moon when i was writing/editing this) or spring is when you will be ready for the next chapter.

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you couldn't be together because there was an imbalance in the connection. I sense that someone was a bit too codependent in this connection. they relied too heavily on their partner to fulfill their needs and had unrealistic expectation for the relationship. in order for any connection to world you have to be able to find your own happiness without depending on another person to provide you with this happiness you seek. someone was too greedy in this connection and someone was too hard on themselves because they tried to make the connection work for a very long time and it just wasn't working. someone cared about how they appeared together more than the other person did - perhaps they were a bit too self-centered. someone still needs to work on their generosity.

something they never got to say to you was that they love you. they truly loved you - they weren't ready to say it at the time but it is true. they really do wish you well. they hope you are happier now than you were with them. they hope you are out somewhere having fun and doing what you have always dreamed to. they also kind of hope that maybe someday you will reconnect with them and if it can't be romantic than at least you can be friends with one another.

this is a connection that had it coming; it just had to end. you both were not ready. you were in two very different places in life and two very different states of mind. you weren't ready for the connection to be what it was. you were both clinging to each other for a very different reason thus it had to end. it is okay they you don't reach out to them. hell it is okay, if you don't reach out to them for a long long time. they love you. they just know that you both need to start fresh and see what else is out there.

your unrealistic expectation of them was that your disputes/disagreements would move to some sort of resolution. you are both very different people and very different people have very different manners of dealing with things. you wanted to move forward and they didn't want to. you might have been an agree to disagree person, while they wanted you to see things from their point of view. one side was always unheard in the connection and it just strained the connection. there was no moving on - to expect that you could was silly in their eyes. perhaps one of your arguments crossed a line you weren't fully aware existed.

it's for the best that you aren't together because someone felt hesitant about taking action and moving forward with the relationship. you should never have to think about whether or not you want to be with someone - the second you have to wait for a moment and think means that you should be on your own to contemplate romantic partnership in general. there was a fear about timing and being out of the comfort zone that each of you knew romantically. passion alone is often not enough when it comes to a partnership.

what you can learn from this experience is that there is a disconnection between you and the other person in most of your relationships. it is okay to admit that too. perhaps you are someone who has a lot of faith that things will just work or one day they will be ready or one day they will commit. it is okay to have faith, but again, if you aren't connecting and hearing what the person is saying (for example, maybe they did tell you they weren't interested in committing to a relationship) then perhaps that is something to reflect on. don't give up - your partner is out there. in the meantime, listen to what others are saying and trust that they mean what they say. it is okay if the truth hurts - you have the power to heal.

the deck says that in 4 months or summer is when you will be ready for the next chapter or to reconnection with this person like I said earlier.

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bestedoesmeow · 11 months

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⋆Barmen Charles leclerc x Younger reader⋆

inspired by the summer I had few years ago. Still thankful for the experience, and joy you brought to my life even though we are not really in good terms right now :)

'' One summer your whole system of understanding love changes due to some monegasque barmen that you meet on a holiday that you thought to be just like others.''⋆

PART 1 ( click on the title to listen to the song while reading the story!!)

'' I am just gonna go and get a bottle of water from the bar. Why am I making such a big deal out of it?" You are talking to yourself, while your hands are shaking with the excitement you feel and your blood is rushing crazily through your cheeks. It's hot—unbelievably, amazingly, and almost unbearably hot for someone to even try to walk. But there you are, walking in a rush in your swimsuit and sunglasses, with flushed red cheeks and shaky hands because of the image you have of him in your mind. You are afraid that you are going to forget how to talk when you see him—his pretty green eyes, showy smile showing off his dimples, the almost invisible freckles he has on his nose due to the humidity and salt. Is he 24? Maybe 20? You don't know anything, probably you don't even care though—all you care about is how he makes you feel whenever you see him standing at that bar, preparing drinks for people and sending that shy yet confident smile at the same time whenever someone says "thank you" or "you look handsome." Old ladies, their daughters, and even some gentlemen—everyone there is in awe of how handsome and charming he is. It would be a pity if you weren't. You don't know if you feel jealous that he has too many options or feel happy that you are not alone, with everyone adoring him. While wishfully thinking, you realize you are almost standing in front of the bar, with the sounds of the harsh sea in your ears and some people sitting on the chairs behind you after getting out of the sea to grab something to eat. Lunch? Probably.

"What can I get you?" His French accent echoes in your ears, leaving you even weaker and more vulnerable to any attack. He smiles at you—those dimples, those damn dimples. Those smiling eyes and his welcoming gesture—almost too welcoming that you start to think about telling him everything. Right there, just right there.

"Can I get a bottle of water? It's getting even hotter and I just can't stan—" You stop, wondering why you just couldn't get the water and go. Did you really have to?

"Oh, it's unbelievably hot today," he says. "I can't tell you how many t-shirts I've changed into. It's freaking hot," he adds. You feel the sweat drops on your back flow down by the time he stops speaking. Thanks, thanks for not leaving me there cringing hard at myself. Thanks for talking back about the fucking weather and making it seem like a big issue.

"Why don't you take a seat? I'll make you a Martini. Pink? That'll cool you off for sure."

You try to comprehend the moment, his voice, his offer. You look around to see if he has anyone other than you to talk to, but it seems like you are alone.

"You aren't underage, are you?" he says this time. It is the fourth time he has spoken, but there is something in your throat that controls you, and you just can't come up with words. You take a seat, and your bikini drips some water.

"I am wet, like, so much that I probably shouldn't sit, so I'll only get the water, thank y—"

He cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence, as if he is just as excited to talk with you. At least you wish he is.

"Oh, come on, do you think people who come here to drink are all suited up? Don't worry, I'll take care of it after. Martini?" His French accent is even more visible now, and he is raising an eyebrow at you. Is he being flirty or just being nice? Or is he always like this?

"Yeah, okay," you say, trying not to sound so unsure, excited, or like a teenager who has a crush on an older guy who seems like a Greek god or a prince?

He nods and looks into your eyes before acting to prepare your drink, while you pick at the sides of your nails.

"What is your name?" he asks suddenly, and you are not expecting it. It's too much for you to handle, and your heart is almost about to stop with all the affection from the guy. You are determined not to show it, though.

"Oh, it's Y/N."

"That's a nice name. Mine is Charles, nothing special, you know," he says while pouring your drink with almost shaky hands. Is he okay? Or too shy? Or are they forcing him to make connections with people?

"I love your name. I mean, I love the name 'Charles,' sounds magical, maybe?" His lips are curled into a wide smile, while little sweat drops are determined to fall from his forehead.

"You think so?"

"Yes, it's a great name. You should realize it too," you say this time before taking a sip from the Martini he just prepared for you—with his own, freaking beautiful hands.

"How old are you, huh?" he says. He leans his body on the counter, and his gaze is focused on yours. His green eyes wander around your face while you try not to turn your head around because the connection is too much more than you can handle.

"Nineteen."

"That's a nice age. I am 24, and I feel like I am already too old to do lots of things," he says. Finally, he cuts the eye contact to clean some glasses left behind by the people who just thanked him for the delicious drinks.

"Well, that's wrong. You look much younger, though, if it helps," you say. Did you really say that? You can't believe you can just sit there and talk to him—the guy you've been drooling over for almost three days maybe? Is this what magic feels like? Or am I in a dream?

"Thanks, amour. That's so nice of you to say. How long are you planning to stay here? In France?"

"We are leaving this weekend." And I am also leaving you here, with all of my beautiful feelings and all of my dreams.

"That's bad. Have I served your family before? How long have you been staying here?"

"About a week, maybe? Yes, and you have. They like you, to be honest. Your vibe is all over the place."

SHUT UP. TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, HUH? STOP IT. HE'LL THINK YOU'RE DESPERATE.

"That's so nice to hear such a thing from someone like you. How come you never came to the bar?"

"I did, but it's always too crowded, you know? It's hard to find a place to sit."

"I know, I know," he says, and he turns his head to take another hotel customer's drink order. You take another sip from the Martini before wrapping your towel around your shoulders and pretending to get up from the chair.

"Thanks for the drink, Charles," you say, hoping he can hear you. You wouldn't take it personally if he couldn't, though.

"Nice meeting you, Y/N," he says, leaving the shaker there to say goodbye to you. He left his job to say goodbye to you? What is going on here? Can someone punch or pinch you?

He comes closer to you before handing you a napkin with some numbers written on it.

"Call me before you leave, so we can spend some time together. We can hit the downtown or go anywhere you'd like to see, huh?"

"Yes, of course."

He leaves you there with bouncy heart, sweaty palms, shaky legs, and body. His cologne follows you to your room, along with the dream of him.

#f1 fandom #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #f1 fiction #charles leclerc au #charles leclerc imagine #f1 au #f1 instagram au

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leilakaro · 5 months

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Malleus Draconia X fem!Reader

Reminiscing in childhood memories

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, ooc (?)

Content: Malleus finds out that he and the Prefect have more in common than he thought, when the Prefect opens up about her childhood.

English is not my first language!!

(I made up my own memories, childhood trauma etc. For this reader, it's very specific so if you don't like that you probably shouldn't read, I like the thought of vulnerable moments like this tho)

It was deep into the middle of the night when you decided that you needed fresh air, and stepped outside of Ramshackle. You let yourself fall into the wet grass as you gazed up to the stars, finding comfort in its beauty. You weren't able to sleep, no of course not because today was the day. The Day of your birth, a day that you dreaded. You took a deep breath in and tried to concentrate on your breathing, instead of your overwhelming thoughts and feelings.

A deep and very familiar voice, that greeted you, made you wake up from your daydreams and jump up alarmed. "Tsunotaro you scared me!" You gasped as you looked into the dragon faes enchanting eyes. "I apologize child of man, I didn't mean to startle you." You lowered yourself into the grass again and let out a deep sigh. You followed Malleus with your eyes as he sat down beside you, not caring about the wet grass as he was simply basking in your presence. "You seem deep in thoughts child of man, do you wish to share them with me?" He looked at you with love and tenderness, yet concerned.

You avoided eye contact as you sat up again, knowing he would be upset that you didn't tell him it was your birthday. Of course he wouldn't be mad, he never gets mad at you, just upset. But maybe talking about it and showing vulnerability to the one you loved would help you move on. "Today..is my birthday" you sighed as you looked into his eyes again, and just as you expected suprise and sadness filled his eyes. Sadness because you didn't tell him about such an important date.

"Why didn't you tell me child of man? I would have organised a grand Birthday feast for you." Malleus spoke exactly the words you were afraid of. A birthday party. "That's the problem Tsunotaro, I don't want a birthday party and I don't even want any of my friends to know, that it's my birthday." You buried your face in your arms frustrated. Malleus leaned in and gently cupped one of your cheeks, making you look up at him. "Tell me about your fears and problems, my dear child of man. You have listened to me talk about my problems countless of times, it is my turn to hold and comfort you." You took his hand from your face, sliding your fingers into his. His hands were so much bigger compared to yours, he held your hand softly in his, it made you feel safe. You took a deep breath in, deciding to tell him the truth, to talk about your past and be vulnerable. To heal, to move on.

"Back in my world, I grew up very lonely. My parents were always focused on my siblings, and to be honest even outside my family.. no one really liked me. I was a lonely child with no friends, and a family who simply didn't care enough to comfort me." Malleus eyes widened slightly in shock, he knew this feeling..this loneliness, you didn't deserve it. He squeezed your hand, encouraging you to continue talking.

"I was very desperate for company, I tried so hard to make friends. I tried so hard to even get them to like me and not look at me so.. weirded out. However, my tries were in vain." Malleus listened attentively to you, his heart aching as he imagined your pain.. the same pain he experienced. He slid a little closer to you, feeling the need to protect you, to ward off your loneliness and sadness.

"Even though my tries were in vain and no matter how much I told myself that I didn't need anyone, my heart was aching to be loved. And because of that I always had a little hope left in me. So every year on my birthday I would give invitations to all of my classmates and just everyone I knew. This little hope I had left would always light up and I would get ready, put my birthday dress on and sit excited at the table, waiting for everyone to show up." Malleus slid and arm around your waist, as little sobs escaped your mouth. He knew what was coming, what you would say next, he didn't want to hear it.

"I sat there and waited for hours, no one showed up..not one single damn person showed up" hot tears stared rolling down your cheeks "Every year it broke my heart over and over again, until I just stopped trying when I was about 10. And now everything has changed, even before I came here to twisted wonderland. I started healing and found wonderful friends. But still every year I dread my birthday because I can only remember the excited little girl who waited at the table excitedly for anyone to show up, just to get disappointed over and over again. I still feel her pain so vividly, this little girl is still inside me fearing to throw a birthday party again, because what if no one shows up again? What if I just spend another birthday crying myself to sleep."

Malleus heart throbbed painfully, he knew this feeling of loneliness. He didn't want you to know this feeling. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you tightly. He tried to put in as much love and care as he could, something he sometimes still struggled expressing.

Your hands grabbed onto him, as you cried into his shoulder. You cried for the little girl inside you, who's heart just ached to be loved.

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I got a lil carried away 🥹 But I just really love vulnerable moments like that ugh. Btw I wrote this at 4 am and while I did proof read multiple times there are probably still some mistakes.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst fluff #malleus fluff #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #Malleus #angst #comfort #hurt/comfort #Hurt #fem!reader

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hmshermitcraft · 8 months

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Gridoc 2 :D

Doc only likes people being afraid of him when they deserve it, and Grian doesn't deserve it. He doesn't want Grian to avoid him and he definitely doesn't want him to actively run away. He's seen it out of the corner of his eye, he'll be shopping and catch Grian come around the corner, spot him, and then do an about face and go back from where he came.

So, he invites the buttercups, and Ren, to a nice little picnic at spawn. Neutral ground, neutral people, no reason to be afraid. It works and Doc finally has the chance to talk to the guy, Scar and Mumbo too but they're more accomplices than instigators.

Calmly, and in English this time, Doc explains that pranks are fun, welcome, and expected, as long as both parties are in on the joke. He explains that he felt helpless and unable to defend his territory and why it was so upsetting. Grian understands, parrots also have nests after all and he knows what it's like to have one invaded, and he properly apologizes for taking it too far. Scar does too, Mumbo and Ren are too busy talking about their shared experience living in vans and busses to really care about the conversation at hand.

Things go back to normal, or closer to it, after that meeting. Grain leaves eggs, unhatched, around the hall of goat, like an Easter egg hunt. Doc puts a splash pot of levitation above Grain's door, and the little pranks continue on. They escalate a little bit as both parties grow bolder but it remains a game and not a war.

The only thing that's different is that both Grain and Doc are supporting a surprising, but not unwanted, growing affection for the other. It comes to a head when Doc is heading home one night and his eye fucking dies. Shouldn't have taken that last aerial view. He's under the Rock, Dwayne, currently, he meant to land on the bridge but missed, cause blindness and all that. He's busily squinting at his comm trying to make out the words to call someone and get him when Grian lands and asks if he's ok.

He is ok, as long as someone walks him home, wink wink. It's nice holding Grian's hand again, comforting and soft in his own. He doesn't have any anxieties about being led astray.

They reach the perimeter, lights from the hall of goat glow in the distance, brighter than the moon. "I can go from here, should be able to make it on my own if you want to go to bed."

"are you sure? I don't mind, I- I like...I like holding your hand."

"oh.. actually uh, I think I might need some guidance."

"I wish we would hold hands when you're not blind"

"me too" doc presses closer, Grian indulges him.

They make it all the way to docs room before he has any second thoughts, half of him wants to invite grian inside, show him his most personal space because he trusts and likes Grian. The other half of him is saying No Fucking Way, especially not when he's vulnerable, what if Grian betrays him? Well, shut up other half, he leads Grian through the door.

"I've never seen a creepers nest before.." he says in wonderment.

"they're very well hidden," doc pops out his eye and plugs it in, "usually reserved for special people."

"oh."

"mhm."

Awkward silence stretches on, doc scratches 'absentmindedly' at the base of his horn. Grain shifts his weight from foot to foot.

"can I kiss you?"

"please."

-s

first part!

Doc must really like Grian, because he wakes up the next morning with the bird hybrid tucked up against him. Doc rumbles, pleased, pulling Grian a little closer. Grian sighs, sounding like all is right in the world.

They start holding hands. They start kissing (only when nobody's looking, they know what the hermits are like.) Doc gets to find out what a parrot nest looks like.

And the pranks continue. Except now one is just as likely to lead into a candlelit dinner as it is a mess to clean up.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #docm77 tag #gridoc #s anon #mod 🎀#theme: enemies to lovers

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aeferkssr · 5 months

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serendipitous encounters. ━ if the stranger never meddled into your personal affairs, archons know where you would be right now.

‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎i. charas. lyney x gn!reader

ii. an. double uploads!?!!? thats crazy!!?! anyways i kinda rushed the end i hope its still okay tho ><

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏g ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎iii. cw. su!cide attempt, hum4n trafficin (mentioned vaguely), reader wears a dress, ooc lyney (???), hurt/comfort, angst. please tell me if there are more!

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the air on the balcony was cool, cool enough to calm you from the several interactions.

the breeze danced around the delicate fabrics of your dress, shoes being long disregarded as you stood on the railings. you whisper faint and final farewells to the very stars that keep you company on your lowest nights, the garden that you would hide away in when you needed some time alone, and to the very life that you have been blessed with.

you doubt you'd be able to live as lavishly in your next life, (you doubt you'll even remember this one, much less make a comparison) but you decided to let fate take the lead.

"you can feel the midnight air just fine from down here, i don't think the need for elevation is mandatory."

fate has got to be fucking with you right now. you didn't even look at him. you respond:

"you needn't worry about me, i'll be careful."

"really?" you could hear the skepticism in his tone. he leans over on the railing and looks up to the stars.

out the corner of your eye you could see the top hat atop his head, intricate designs softly illuminated by the light of the gala and the moon's luminescent rays. a black and maroon ribbon covers the base and is tied in an extravagant bow.

you huff as you look back to the sky, closing your eyes and slowly leaning forward.

well, since he was here, clearly he's entertained by your misery. might as well give him a show.

"what bring you to a fatui ball, stranger?"

archons be damned...

slightly annoyed, you look down to be met with violet eyes and a facial expression you couldn't describe. honest, but sly? guarded, yet vulnerable? who exactly was this guy?

without an answer, he continues:

"clearly you have to have some sort of authority, why lose it all here?"

you take a deep breathe, exhaling every ounce of courage you would of have to climb up in the first place. gently, you make your way down with the help of the stranger, or your savior in this matter.

he takes your hand in both of his as you steady yourself on the floor, he looks worried? interested? whoever this guy is, he's definitely hard to read.

he finally asks,

"excuse my prying, but, what would make someone like you give up?"

you sigh, "very trivial matters, i'm afraid. i'm just a coward running away from my problems"

"a matter worth taking your life over isn't trivial to me."

you stare at him, someone you met for the first time is more worried about you than he was. he's been with you all this time, yet you feel more understood by a total stranger.

you try to not meet his eyes as you told your story, holding his hand a little tighter.

"count blanchett of poisson, he's have many wives in his years. there has been rumors of the women he weds only serving as countess for a few months... until never being seen again."

you sniffle as you try to blink away the upcoming tears, you shouldn't be weak right now, you can't be weak right now.

"...i've told father about the rumors but he tells me i'm being dramatic, that there was nothing to worry about and that his past wives were just incompetent, and to never be like them..."

you can hear his stern voice boom throughout his office:

"all of those women simply went back to their homes. to add, they came back disastrous, unfulfilled, disappointments. that will not be you, understand?"

"the stress of the eldest always goes to the weakest" your voice starts to crack as tears flow down your face. "all of my other siblings are just lap dogs, only there as trophies of his blood..."

you finally look him in the eye,

"why did i have to be the disposable one?"

his mouth hands agape, he didn't know what to say, there was nothing he could say. you pour out your heart and soul through you tears, your hand tries to wipe them away but fail as the sheer amount of sadness that flows out.

he couldn't comfort you, but he could distract you. even if it was for a moment.

he takes your other hand and slowly walks into the grand ballroom. it glows with the warmth of chandeliers casting a soft, golden hue over the polished marble floor. the room is alive with the sounds of a live orchestra playing a mesmerizing waltz.

he brings you to the center of the floor and the music swells. he extends his hand towards you as you sniffle,

"don't be shy. you do know how to dance, right?" he teases as you take his hand with a small smile.

you two begin, moving in perfect harmony to the lilting rhythm of the waltz. the stranger leads with finesse, guiding you across the floor with effortless precision.

your bodies sway in sync, a mesmerizing spectacle of fluidity and grace. with every twirl and dip, you two seem to float on air, lost in the timeless allure of the dance. the world around you fades into a blur, leaving only the two of them in their own enchanting universe.

you can faintly see your silhouette through his eyes as he looks directly into yours.

"you're a good dancer." he speaks, breaking the silence between you both.

"i learnt from the best."

he pulls you closer to him, your chest flush against his as he whispers into your ear:

"lyney."

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