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myvampyrez · 1 month

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Can I request dmc guys jealousy headcanons, if thats something youd be interested in writing? 👀

dmc guys jealousy hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in nero’s hcs (?), mentions of possessiveness and obv jealousy, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ for DANTE, i feel like he trusts you deeply and wouldn’t get jealous as easily as maybe, say— vergil?

❥ he’s pretty confident in your relationship but on the off chance he does get jealous, he’ll let it play out for awhile as he watches from afar.

❥ he’ll play it off as a joke, but if the person starts getting a little too touchy, he’ll ‘casually’ slide in with an arm around your waist and a kiss on your jaw, looking into the person’s eyes while you giggle at the sudden affection.

❥ dante would lowkey try to one-up them on the down low. oh, they buy you a drink? dante’s buying you ten. they compliment your hair? dante’s in your ear telling you how gorgeous you look today.

❥ and it’s not like he feels like he needs to give you false compliments just to one-up the other person, he just finds it amusing the way their jaw clenches when they see dante muttering in your ear while his eyes lock on them, a shit eating grin glued to his face because he knows what he’s doing.

❥ if you leave for whatever reason, dante might ‘accidentally’ make the person uncomfortable if they don’t get the hint already just by his tone. he’ll make passive aggressive comments if they’ve been getting too touchy, maybe nudge them a little too hard in the ribs or grip their shoulder a bit too tight at a ‘really funny joke’.

❥ dante does trust you though, it’s only when the person starts to get physical is when it becomes more of a problem. his energy speaks volumes, so you can tell if he has underlying intentions just from his smile.

❥ he’ll try to act friendly, albeit still a little petty, even if you know them personally. an arm slung across your shoulder or your waist along with scattered kisses across your face and shoulder is his main go-to. dante’s main goal is either for them to get the hint or for your mind to be occupied on him only.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ now VERGIL.. vergil is much more intimidating with his reactions. once he spots someone chatting it up with you and getting a little too close, he’s there in an instant.

❥ the only difference between him and dante’s reaction is that fact that vergil silently brews, eyes burning holes through the person as he watches quietly. he’ll take a seat next to you as his eyes never leave them, even once you greet him when he sits with you— just his piercing gaze staring them down.

❥ he swears that he doesn’t get jealous, that’s he’s better than whatever assumption you’re implying, oh my my! how dare you assume such things about this son of sparda?

❥ but alas, vergil gets hella jealous.

❥ it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just very possessive over you. and it’s not like he’ll keep you locked away for him and him only, either. it’s simply a matter that involves his own ego and i don’t know if it’s some demon thing, but he just craves your scent. that, or his scent on you. just something that tells people that you’re his and he’s yours.

❥ if the person doesn’t take the hint after the abundance in glares that vergil throws at them, he’ll start making remarks. nothing too serious, just initiating some sort of confrontation if he sees that you’re uncomfortable. if you don’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, vergil will second-guess it and leave you to your own devices, trusting that you’ll handle it at some point.

❥ i doubt anybody would try vergil, so i wouldn’t even consider that a possibility. he’s a devil hunter that’s over six feet tall with a fit body and yamato sheathed in his back pocket, nobody in their right mind would fuck with him.

❥ vergil obviously knows to be logical, though. he doesn’t let his emotions get the better of him during this time and hopes that you’ll know how to handle it yourself. although, he definitely wouldn’t mind scaring the person off a little more.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i honestly doubt that this man can keep his mouth shut. NERO just struggles with not making a stupid smartass remark every second.

❥ nero definitely has some insecurities that he buries, often only coming out in shorts bursts of when he can’t take it anymore. these jabs and quips that he makes are his form of concealing the fact that he’s insecure about himself and his abilities, especially if this is during or post-to-finding-out-who-his-father-is.

❥ i wouldn’t say he’s aggressive, but his mouth would def get him into big trouble. if he saw that you looked uncomfortable with the person or they started getting too touchy with you, he literally teleports next to you and greets you with a chaste cheek kiss. if you seemed okay with it, though, he’d try his best to brush it off but still glance at you every once in awhile (and by that i mean literally every minute) just to check on you.

❥ if he does decide to sit with you and just listen in on the conversation, he’ll basically just be hovering over you awkwardly. there are two ways this’ll go, either nero’s going to act all nonchalant like he doesn’t care even though he has a keen eye on whoever’s flirting with you (like father like son)— or he’s going to be really clingy with you.

❥ not really physically clingy, but more so clingy in the way where he’ll follow you around like a dog with heart eyes the whole time. even after you’ve stopped talking to the person.

❥ (he’s just like that, guys.)

❥ i think he gets a tiny bit butthurt afterwards though. i mean, he’s been called dead weight and basically has been looked down upon by both his father and his uncle, essentially being seen almost as a pest during the duration of dmc5.

❥ help this boy please, he def needs it

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ im sorry but i cannot see V as a jealous person

❥ i think v is a very calm natured guy, and i think he has a lot of faith in you. he trusts that you’ll be able to make the right choice in the end, and he knows that you wouldn’t just up and cheat on him or leave him out of the blue. he knows you know better and so he leaves you be.

❥ though.. it doesn’t hurt to watch from afar, does it?

❥ v is also an observer, he watches the interactions between you two as he studies both of your body languages. it’s not like he thinks you’ll do anything, it’s just his nature.

❥ griffon would definitely tease him about looking at you so much, squawking out nonsense as he calls v whipped for you.

❥ if he sees that you’re uncomfortable or you want to get out of the conversation— it can go a few different ways.

❥ one of the scenarios, for instance, would consist of him closing his book as he gets up and he walks over to the two of you. he’d greet you sweetly, side-eyeing the person in front of you as he kisses your hand. maybe he’d take a seat next to you just to let the person know that he’s watching. and if that didn’t work, griffon would certainly scare them off just by his yapping.

“shit, a bow tie? really? was your torso too wide for a tie or what?”

❥ overall, v isn’t a jealous person in general. however, he does love you enough to help you when you’re in need of a knight in shining armor. even if that knight is a gothic poet with an annoying bird and a panther at his side.

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frvnkcastles · 1 year

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Hi!! I read that you write for traumatized girlies so here I am, i don’t know if you’d like to write about other people’s experiences but I’ve never read anything about this and it’s sad because I can’t relate to any of the fics I love with Frank. So basically after being sa multiple times I developed sensory issues, specially with touch. Some fabrics feel like I’m being trapped, and specially, and this is the ‘request’ I don’t like how some skins feel like. It’s not about them being dry or soft or oily, I don’t even understand my brains criteria to decide I don’t like how someone’s skin feels on mine, so I don’t touch anyone ever, I wear gloves like that mf Kaz Brekker and that makes me very touch starved, and when I find someone who’s skin feels good, I’m clingy asf. So maybe frank is friends with reader and she realizes she likes how he feels? And he likes her but knows about what happened to her and was waiting for confirmation to finally touch her?

ONE MORE TASTE ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You don’t like being touched… until Frank comes along.

Warnings: MENTIONS OF S*XUAL ASS*ULT, sensory issues, alcohol, language, fluff and TENSIONNN

Word count: 2.1k

Author’s note: I hope you like this anon! I apologize for how long it took me to finish, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. I didn’t follow every detail (gloves aren’t mentioned) but I hope it meets your expectations nonetheless. Thank you so much for sharing your story with me <3

Frank liked to think he was relatively perceptive. Yet, despite inexplicably finding himself in the same room with you more often than he had anticipated, it took him all of 58 days to figure you out.

He could, of course, blame it on the fact that he wasn’t particularly touchy or handsy. Not enough to make you uncomfortable, anyway. When he had first met you through Matt who had insisted on introducing the two loneliest people he knew to one another, he had been holding a beer bottle and you were awkwardly fiddling with your dress — therefore, no handshake ever took place. And if anyone was respectful of personal space, it was Frank.

Still, he began to notice how you leaned away from him whenever he threatened to come closer. How everyone else hugged their friends, gave high-fives, just casually brushed hands… Just the slightest of touches occurred every day, every second, and you seemed to be missing out on all of it.

Get your shit together, Castle, he told himself, why are you obsessin’ over this like some fuckin’ creep? Maybe, he was just overthinking it, imagining things, fixating on how pretty your hands were and how he suddenly regretted not going for that handshake.

Then, one night, you were having a drink with Frank at his favorite bar, and none other than Curtis Hoyle happened to round the corner, slapping a hand on Frank’s shoulder as he greeted the man. ”Hey, man. Missed you at the group yesterday”, Curtis noted with a disapproving look, and chuckling, Frank scratched the back of his neck.

”Yeah, I, uh, I’ll make it to the next one. Promise”, he pursed his lips in a narrow smile before gesturing between you and his friend. ”Oh, this is Curtis”, Frank introduced him before giving your name to Curt, who reached out with his hand.

You nearly flinched, withdrawing into yourself while giving the two men an apologetic smile. ”Sorry”, you spoke in a timid voice, ”I—I have… a thing.” The worst explanation anyone had ever heard, but it was good enough for Curtis to back off, his hands lifted up in defense.

”Hey, that’s cool. I’ll leave you two to it. It was nice to meet you”, he smiled at you, and sheepishly, you returned the favor.

When he was gone, you squeezed your eyes shut and dropped your head against the bar counter. Frank frowned, but held back the urge to place a hand on your back, supposing that while he didn’t quite understand, he could still respect whatever was going on.

”You okay, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, genuine concern on his face as he eyed you up and down. His heart ached for you, and he goddamn hated the uselessness of his presence, the way he didn’t know what to do to make it better.

”I don’t know how to… how to even begin to explain”, you chuckled dryly, casting a look down at your hands, trembling ever-so slightly.

Frank licked his lips and leaned against the counter. ”Hey, I got all night. I ain’t sayin’ you owe me anythin’, but if you wanna talk about it… I got two good ears right here”, he offered, and with a look up at him, you seemed to review just how serious he was. A lot of people claimed to be open and willing to listen, but as soon as you shared, you could feel an irreversible shift in the air. But Frank? He stared right back at you, not faltering under your scrutiny, his hand wrapped around his beer as he waited for you to start.

”Okay, but you asked for it”, you warned him, earning a chuckle from him.

”I can handle it, sweetheart.”

You shrugged. ”Well, I won’t beat around the bush. I was sexually assaulted. Ever since then, I just… don’t experience touching the same way. Sometimes it’s different types of fabrics making me feel… trapped, I guess, but it’s people, too. I can’t tell what it is, why I can’t stand the feeling of some skin types, so I just… don’t touch anyone, ever”, you began to explain, glancing at your hands and then back at Frank to see if he was showing any signs of regret.

But he wasn’t. He was leaning in, listening attentively with his head tilted to the side and his eyes transfixed by you, not an ounce of judgment visible on his rough features. In that moment, he looked only kind and understanding, not even a little bit intimidating. Safe.

”That must be tough”, he muttered, sucking in a breath, ”you need me to take care of anyone, you just say the word.” You could see the clench in his jaw, and you swallowed, supposing that underneath the kindness directed at you was a whole lot of Punisher waiting to be unleashed.

”I’ll consider it”, you pursed your lips together in a weak smile, ”thank you, Frank.”

You waited a moment before speaking up again. ”So, you’re not… weirded out? Think I’m too much trouble than I’m worth?” you queried, unsure if you even wanted the answer, but before you had the chance to regret asking, Frank had spoken up.

”No.” He was direct and honest, not a hint of doubt in his raspy voice. ”Nah, you’re fine, sweetheart. Everyone responds to trauma differently, y’know? I’m a livin’ example. And it ain’t like you can choose to feel a certain way, yeah? It is what it is”, he shrugged before inching his hand towards yours, not enough to close the distance and touch you but enough to imply he wanted to.

”Don’t mean I ain’t a lil’ disappointed, though”, he whispered, and with your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you nodded.

”Me too”, you spoke shakily, wanting so badly to just be like any other person and shake his hand. Caress his cheek. Hug him, kiss him…

Dismissing the tension between you by pulling away and chuckling, you gestured for the bartender and then flashed a smile at Frank. ”Well, I say we get a few more drinks”, you cleared your throat, and lifting an eyebrow, Frank grinned at you.

”That usually work?” he asked before finishing his beer, and well-aware that it usually only amplified the need for human contact, you just gave Frank a smile that spoke on your behalf.

A few drinks turned into many more, and your conversation with Frank didn’t seem to have an ending in sight. Being with him felt so natural, so effortless — maybe it was the fact that there was no elephant in the room anymore, and you opening up got him to do the same for you.

Only when the bar closed, the two of you were practically kicked out, and still refused to leave each other’s side. ”I’mma walk you home. That alright with you?” Frank questioned while shoving his hands in his pockets, and breaking into a grin, you nodded.

It was mostly smooth sailing. But it seemed the drinks you had had were getting to your head, making it sway heavily, and before you knew it, you were stumbling on the sidewalk. You could laugh it off, until you finally tripped over air and flew towards the pavement, your body destined for impact if it wasn’t for Frank.

You found yourself reaching for him instinctively, and he didn’t hesitate to pull his hands out of his pockets and grab yours to keep you upright. Your fingers wrapped around his and he seemed to only be worried about you not falling flat on your face. You, on the other hand, panicked at the contact, and as soon as you were firmly planted on both feet, you withdrew from his touch and shoved your hands into your pockets with wide eyes.

”Oh, fuck”, Frank murmured as soon as he realized, ”hey, ’m sorry—”, but you cut off his apology with a rushed smile.

”It’s okay. It’s fine. Thank you for the help”, you insisted, and with a nod, Frank fell into silence.

In fact, silence was exactly what ensued between the two of you. He was getting wrapped up in guilt, sure that he had messed things up and broken your one very clear boundary. But you… you were trying to figure out why the feeling of his hands didn’t make you want to recoil in disgust. You wanted to touch him again.

You didn’t know how to express that in a way that didn’t sound too weird, though. But as soon as you reached your apartment building, you turned to face him before he could run off.

”Hey, wanna come inside for a while? I know it’s getting late, but…”, you offered, and before you could beat yourself up for the awkward line, Frank was nodding.

”Hell yeah, sweetheart. Lead the way.”

You were painfully aware of his taller frame behind you, making you fumble with your keys and only allowing you to breathe once you made it inside your apartment. You kicked off your shoes and took off your jacket, whereas Frank kept his on and simply wandered about the small space, inspecting all your little knick-knacks and decorations that made it truly you.

”Can I get you something to drink?” you asked with your nerves obvious in your voice, not to mention the fiddling of your fingers, which Frank noticed — just chose not to comment on.

He chuckled, though. ”Pretty sure we’ve drank plenty for the night, huh?” he pointed out while heading for your couch and gesturing for you to join him. ”Lemme clear the air. I didn’t mean to touch you like that, yeah? I apologize”, Frank went on, and with a swallow, you weighed your options. You could accept the apology and pretend like nothing had ever happened… but you knew that you’d always wonder.

”Actually”, you cleared your throat, ”can I do it again?”

It was obvious Frank was taken aback by your words. His eyes widened and his back straightened, but despite the moment of silence, he ended up bobbing his head in a nod. ”Yeah, ’course”, he spoke quietly, holding out his hand for you to take.

You only stared for a second, your stomach full of butterflies at the invitation right before your eyes, but eventually, you placed your smaller hand in his and gently squeezed. A smile broke onto your face as you brushed your thumb across the back of Frank’s hand, and Frank couldn’t help but smile to himself, as well, enamored by the sight of you inspecting his scarred, calloused hand like it was the most fascinating thing you had seen.

Quietly, he moved but only to take off his jacket and roll up the sleeves of his button-up. You met his gaze curiously, and he simply gave you an encouraging nod, which was quite enough for you to trail your hand up his palm and across his strong forearm. He tensed under your touch and you swallowed at the veins protruding from his rough skin, but none of it was unpleasant. In fact, you were loving it.

”Can I touch you?” Frank whispered, husky and low, and quite enough to send a chill down your spine. You considered it for a moment, but agreed with a silent nod, one that wasn’t satisfactory to Frank. ”Need to hear you say it, sweetheart”, he noted, and with a shaky voice, you spoke up.

”Yes, please.”

Gently, Frank squeezed your hand before letting go and lifting his up to your cheek in a tender caress, his fingers soft and steady as he trailed down your jawline and to your neck. You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily, and without another thought, you let the words tumble out of your mouth.

”You feel so nice”, you confessed, and with a soft chuckle, Frank flashed a grin.

”Yeah?” he licked his lips. ”Shit, I’m real flattered, you know that?” he continued, and you could have sworn you could see him blush.

You hummed and took his hand again, choosing to be bold and interlocking your fingers. You sat there for a moment, just reveling in the feeling and the contact you hadn’t had in so long, and as you did, another realization dawned on you.

”You know this means I’m gonna be super clingy, right?” you pointed out, and snorting, Frank gave you a look.

”Pretty girl like you? Don’t sound like a problem to me, sweetheart. You just remember to tell me if it gets too much, aight? We’re doing this on your terms”, he reminded, and with a genuine smile spread across your lips, you nodded in agreement.

”You’ve got yourself a deal, Frankie.”

Mirroring your smile, Frank leaned down to give the back of your hand a careful kiss. ”Deal.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

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averytiredart1st · 6 months

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✨JEALOUSY✨

One thing I do when it comes to shipping is just thinking of how possessive or jealous said characters of ship would be. It’s like fucking mandatory at this point for me so you know what that means.

ATSV JEALOUSY!!!!

Ships used in this post are my go twos Goldenpunk and Ghostflower cause they’re my OTPs. (Since I’m following the movies a bit let’s just say that Pavitr and Gayatri just has a mutual break up and are besties okay? Okay, we don’t tolerate Gayatri slander here.) No like? No read.

Ok right off the bat Hobie is definitely not the jealous type at all. Nada, zilch, nope. To me he’s just confident and knows that Pavitr isn’t gonna go run off with some random person so he doesn’t really feel the need to be jealous in the first place. But don’t get it twisted there’s a difference between jealousy and anger. Such as if Pav is getting uncomfortable in a situation where someone keeps on trying to push themselves onto him after Pav has said no. Yeah Hobie is gonna threaten the hell out of them but if it continues he’s not afraid to fight. Doesn’t matter if you’re a boy, girl, or whatever you better know sign language cause all you gonna be seeing is hands. He is very big about boundaries and doesn’t play when it comes to it as well.

I can’t really see Gwen as the jealous type. “BuT pAwS DIDNTYOUSEEHERDRAGGINGMILESAWAYFROMMARGO!!!!!!” Yes yes I know I know but this whole thing for me is happening after the whole multiverse chase Miles to the ends of the earth thing happened. So yeah she’ll feel a tad bit jealous when Miles gets flirted on by another girl (he doesn’t even notice that he’s being flirted on unless it’s really obvious let’s be honest) but it’s quickly overridden by guilt that since she betrayed Miles and really hurt him emotionally that yeah maybe he does deserve someone better than me someone that won’t hurt him so badly. Miles is quick to break that train of thought tho. The moment he sees that look on her face he’s quick to realize that he’s being flirted on and wraps his arm around Gwen’s waist and is like “This is my girlfriend Gwen by the way, you two should hang out some time, it sounds like you guys have some stuff in common.” And reassures her that no one in the entire multiverse could ever make his heart race like her.

Miles yeah he’s the jealous type. You can’t tell me this walking ray of sunflowers doesn’t have some type of tiny insecurities after that whole fucking being body slammed into a damm train thing and having someone tell you you’re a mistake thing happen to him. NO ONE CAN WALK OUT OF THAT THING WITHOUT AT LEAST A TINY BIT OF DOUBT. Also it was obvious with anytime Gwen mentioned staying over at Hobie’s during the second movie. He’s not very like obvious with it, it’s more like when he sees someone flirting with Gwen he stands closer to her and “casually” wraps his arm around around her shoulders. He’s basically the song Jealous by Nick Jonas and no one can ever convince me otherwise. He gets why people would flirt with Gwen cause who the hell wouldn’t his girlfriend is fucking amazing but dude back tf up she’s taken.

Pav……this man…this man lowkey fucking possessive. He’s not even fucking subtle about it, while Miles might glare a bit this man is is sending fucking death threats with his eyes. It’s not even from insecurity too this man managed to date Gayatri who is a fucking model and now he’s dating Hobie who was also a fucking model this man is confident as shit. It’s more along the lines that everyone just keeps on fucking staring and flirting with Hobie (and he can’t blame them have you seen his boyfriend?) and honestly it’s becoming annoying to be like “yeah MY BOYFRIEND is amazing isn’t he? I’m so glad we’re dating.” All the damm time cause cause Hobie finds it fucking hilarious when Pav is “jealous”, so he makes it clear that they’re dating from the very beginning. Anytime someone is flirting with Hobie he walks next to his boyfriend and like snatches his hand into his own very fucking obviously. There’s no way people don’t immediately catch on and back off. And we’ve seen the way he’s talked about Gayatri there’s no way he doesn’t gush and go on and on about Hobie and how his boyfriend is so hot and is in the band and can play guitar and has amazing fashion taste and such. He’ll fawn over Hobie to anyone who has ears this man doesn’t shut up.

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blackstarchanx3new · 9 months

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FSR Rambles magic 8 ball-

Here we go again, I feel the chemicals kicking in-

Ah, we've arrived at a scene I literally wanted since I read the manga so I might have some stuff to say. X'D Shadow introducing Vio to Vaati. Like I stated on the posts of these updates, it's heavily implied (And even outright stated in the German translation, thx AK for that info ^w^) Vio met with Vaati directly.

Also his "I can't believe I didn't notice..." line when fake Zelda turns out to be Vaati ALSO leads me to think he knew what Vaati looked like/has met him before....?

In English it's vague as hell but the Viz Translation has a few genuine flubs imo compared to what I've seen of other translations. (The German one seems super accurate from what I've heard? but that makes sense because it was directly translated from Japanese to German apparently. English gives off "interpretation not 1 to 1" vibes.)

Suffice to say: I've REALLY wanted to know how their interactions went down. X'D

Shadow feels he has some leverage with Vaati since TECHICALLY him and Vaati are equals? Even though Vaati bosses him around oof.

Because Creatures of darkness can sense fear, despite Vio putting on a blank face Shadow knows Vio's nervous and kinda tries to subdue it. (He cares aww)

He's really excited to get this out of the way so they can officially work together.

I figure he technically doesn't NEED Vaati's permission but is still getting it anyway: Because he doesn't wanna upset daddy lmfao.

Also the lines about Vaati being "Lazy" and using people: It comes up later

Vaati's entrance here was so fun to think of. Bro was napping or smth lmfao. Loved the idea of his weight being so huge it shoves giant gusts of wind as he rises.

The other 3 in FS seem surprised, I think it's supposed to be Green who shouts "SO THAT'S VAATI!?" during the fight. Already mentioned Vio's "I can't believe I didn't notice" rather than HORROR at the Eldridge monster they're about to take on??? X'D

Figured he got the terror out of the way when he MET Vaati. Because Vio is ya know, not experienced fighting DEMONS and virtually ALONE right now he is obviously shitting bricks at the sight of this huge floating eyeball demon lmao.

He also holds Shadow's hand cause it's cute and Shadow Link is the only person who could MAYBE protect him against Vaati.

I can't with eye contact so maybe I'm just a wuss but Vaati's design is so unnerving to me. X'D Also again: If you know my previous fandom work you know I love creepy/scary scenes. You'll notice I virtually always avoid making characters look AT YOU because I literally hate that so much in manga.

Especially in romance scenes I cannot stand eye contact, don't look at me look at your lover lmfao. So if a character in my comics is looking AT the audience: It's because it's meant to be uncomfortable.

Vio tries to dampen his own fears and Shadow not so casually tries to keep things smooth between them and Vaati. Talking about how great this is.

Vaati can see right through that shit though.

Vio tries to pass off his fear as just being nervous to meet someone so amazing lmfao. Stroke that ego Vio, Vaati's a sucker for that kind of thing.

Vaati wants a moment alone with the hero. X'D Shadow again is very adamant on Vio being on their side because he really thinks they are.

He in THEORY has just as much of a say as Vaati and has MORE of a say considering Vio's fate is up to him because Gannon put him in charge of that.

Which is hysterical considering he's like 14 to 15 here at minimum considering Link's old enough to drink in FSR and Link deals with the curse for 7 years tho their ages are really whatever in the flashbacks. Like the idea of Vaati and a 14 year old having the same amount of say on their evil plans is so damn funny to me lmao. Gannon thinks Vaati is as competent and useful as a literal child and that's HILARIOUS.

Vio is quick to realize Shadow's wording here and that SOMEONE is a bigger player. He assumes Gannon because that's the only name he has to go off of.

Something I noticed in the manga: Despite being Shadow's partner Shadow doesn't EXPLAIN a LOT to Vio. Vio has to ask him things lmao. I genuinely wonder if it's a trust issue thing or if it's a "he didn't ask so I didn't tell" thing. I had to be smart about this scene because Vio and Shadow don't bring up Gannon until like...WAY LATER in the timeline of them hanging out. I really try to take into consideration the timeline of the actual manga while writing in-between scenes. I'd love to do an entire rewrite of FS but I do not have the time or patience for that. X'D

Honestly the most annoying thing about writing in between scenes is just how WEIRD it is from like: a regular ass person perspective.

Like it's not natural to be like "Yeah lol Gannon, I'll wait to bring that up like a week after it was first relevant"

This is done a LOT in media. Lmao literally just experianced a scene like that in JJK volume 0. It's like for the audiences sake, always awkward and ALWAYS done for exposition, and it's ALWAYS weird from like: an actual person conversation side of things? Idk if I'm articulating this well lmao.

So Shadow was told to leave the room because Vio brings up Gannon to gain Vaati's trust and I needed a reason for Shadow and Vio not to bring up Gannon here because they do later in the manga.

But I thought it'd be clever if Vio brought up Ganon because: He's already gambling might as well use the fact he THINKS the bigger player is Ganon to his advantage.

Anyways: Shadow's still a bro and gives Vio some advice on dealing with Vaati.

The panel of Vaati's eyeball/body taking up the entire background behind Vio while he steels his mind miiiiiight have a very special place in my heart. UwU It's just so ominous.

I wanted to get across just how much of a threat Vaati is. Mans is TERRIFYING. He's also HUGE.

Vio's rightfully terrified of this thing. I really wanted to show the struggle Vio went through with this plan because it was A HUGE RISK. I feel kinda snuffed we didn't get to see Vio's struggles with this plan in the manga save a few panels of him looking guilty.

We were robbed by page restraints and I'll never forgive whoever only gave Akira 2 volumes for FSA for that, they did SO GOOD for what they had to work with though so don't think I'm dunking on them for this.

I also get the liberty of giving thought bubbles. Smth I noticed is the severe LACK of thought bubbles in FSA?

Also 1 on 1 convos but that's a whole other thing. Again, time and page restraints would be my assumed reason. Pacing in FSA was rushed so I can't really say "For pacing reasons" imo.

So we get to see inside Vio's head as he goes through this, he uses Shadow's assumptions about him here: "Admitting" he always had second thoughts and admired the darkness.

Vaati is obviously skeptical of this nonsense considering who Vio is.

Vio really hams it up.

Bringing up Gannon which surprises Vaati considering NONE of the heroes should even know about Gannon. He is purely there to distract them while Gannon gains power after all lmao.

The fact one of them KNOWS is not only surprising but kinda scary!

Vio continues to show his "faithfulness" by bowing and declaring his loyalty.

His words hit different for somebody who's been through the same shit as Vio's describing, as Vaati's eyes widen and his wings droop as Vio continues to describe how he would have been despised. If you don't know: Minish Cap manga explains Vaati worshipped the darkness and was a bit of an outcast.

Vio's mind is on one person only at this moment: Princess Zelda! :D

Vio cares about Zelda deeply as we'll continue to see through FSR.

I don't like to see it as romantic (Just because I think Vio is gay but that's a whole other thing), but he is DRAWN to her and wants to protect her no matter what, because well a LOT of reasons.

1. He's apart of Link. And this version of Link and Zelda are childhood friends and deeply care about each other. So just on a personal level he wants her to be alright

2. He's apart of the chosen hero destined forced to save hyryle.

3. I kind of like to think Zelda Gannon and Link have the Triforce in FSR at least, and it's drawn to itself. Side note: Would love for the Triforce to appear on Link/the four's hands at some point. Because I love that design motif on Links.

The moment of truth...Did his plan work? Everything is FUCKED if it didn't...

Vaati just silently stares at him as Vio dares to raise his head to meet Vaati's eye.

But Vio can't even tell if Vaati's looking at him in this moment with that thousand yard stare.

Rightfully: Vio is still shitting bricks.

Lol so that blurred word bubble is Vio stating "Lord Vaati?" but Vaati can't hear him lmao.

He's too busy wrapped up in remembering the time he grave robbed-

Jokes aside: You might have noticed smth a tad ODD about being able to see what Vaati was thinking in this moment. But this point is SO FAR from being relevant I'll just leave you to think about it.

If ya noticed it: You noticed. I'll bring it up when it's actually relevant. Which is a LONG time away.

Anyways also if you don't know: Master Elzo gives Link the hat Vaati used to be magical boy at the end of Minish Cap's manga. So Vaati's just stealing it back lmfao.

He is still a demon with magic regardless of the hat, the hat is just a symbol of his bad boy-ness.

Also the idea he "returned" to Minish Cap Link after the dude died was an idea I just could not leg go of.

I maybe have an idea for Minish Cap Link in FSR but I dunno if I'll end up going with it or WHERE. Stuff has changed in the script before so who knows.

Stealing some of Zelda's light force forever fucked Vaati's mind and body up.

You can kinda assume what went down but the general idea is Master Elzo is fucking dead and Vaati's on a downward spiral. Link is dead because the door between the Picori and the Hylians only opens every 100 years. Also the "Using people" line: Vaati often doesn't use his own striength but uses others to achieve his goals. Ya know like a coward. X'D

Nobody ever fully trusted or accepted Vaati after what he did in the events of the Minish Cap manga. Sooooo.

Bro turns back to the dark side.

That's the only thing I could think of after seeing he was "Good" at the end of Minish cap manga I was like "????????" after reading FSA first. X'D

Like did he just wake up one day and decide to be evil again lmfao.

The Zelda manga's reference themselves so I'm under the impression they're all SOMEWHAT connected. SO like- WHAT'S VAATI'S DEAL???

Presumably after this he went on to do the events in the story told at the start of the FS Manga: where he fights the first incarnation of the four hero.

Which holy shit I'd also like to dive into buuuuut mmghhh- It's wild to me OUR Link from FS manga is the SECOND bitch to do this. Like MMHH So interesting to me...

Insanity aside this is my explanation for "Good" Vaati. He just reverted. Like a lot of people would under that scenario.

Lol looking at the same face he did years ago. That must be weird.

Vaati kinda felt a kin-ship with the purple hero cause...YOU KNOW. EVERYTHING I STATED BEFORE THIS. XD

He's a Link-

He's caught off guard by all this so is just kinda like "Oh...Yeah sure you're a part of the team yeah... Yeah...Whatever" Vio broke Vaati by appealing to his trauma lmao.

Shadow spying on if Vio's okay is very funny to me. Dude's worried about his new friend.

Shadow nervously walking up to Vaati after being caught spying is very funny to me. Bro was just keeping an eye on his new Boyfriend. UwU

Vaati asks for Vio's unput well: Because he was on the Four Hero team at one point lol. If he IS evil getting his opinion is a good route to take.

Which he doesn't fully believe considering he's still sus of Vio but doesn't feel like arguing with Shadow, who is the equivalent to his boss's entitled bratty kid.

Vio of course gets leverage to go to Death Mountain, because he's holding onto the idea he MIGHT be able to regroup.

Vaati's still distracted as fuck from the state of his expression. X'D Like he's kinda just, repeating himself/out of it.

Shadow's just like "Yeah yeah shut up we're great yeah yeah It's fine it's fine"

Shadow takes a moment to just walk ever so casually away from Vaati getting enough distance before showing how happy/excited he is.

I just like drawing Shadow trying to touch Vio in some way he's so starved for attention and positive interaction. Not having a bad word to breathe about Vio before the betrayal was always funny to me from the manga. He just admires this boy so much.

Like, I like showing off that "He's not really EVIL" side of Shadow link half the fandom seems to DESPISE.

Cry harder we sympathize with Shadow Link in this house. UwU

Vio's cracking under the welcoming nature a little by making a jokes, and even thinks "Man I used to be scared of this dude"

Shadow is just a little guy in love and I like that about him moving on-

Vio laughs at his dumb joke and Shadow's like "Finally you're not a tense weirdo" X'D

Vio's coping hard lmao.

He's still just a kid during these events so it's HARD to deal with what's going on. I wanted to write him getting his cracking through because how normal he acts in the events of the manga leads me to think he steeled himself overtime.

Laughing his ass off before going into a state of pure raw emotion of "Holy shit I could have just died" comes off as jarring and unnerving.

Shadow can tell SOMETHING's wrong but guesses the cause wrong.

Shadow assumes Vio's having a difficulty with the heat.

This goes off of TOTK/BOTW logic where sapphires ward off heat because I think that's awesome.

If I were rewrighting FSA I'd have him give Vio a different outfit or smth like that.

I DO love the sapphire specifically though because um: Anyone remember what the Zora Sapphire was in OOT?

Lmao an engagement ring- X'DDDD

From that one frame of Blue yanking out his hammer from his hat we know they store shit in there. Freakin' Link From the LOZ cartoon has a magic bag that shrinks his shit and I find that hysterical. I like to think Link's hat works similarly.

Vio's blushing and not unsubtle heart skipping is so funny to me.

If the fact Vio kissed Shadow first didn't already get ya:

Vio's in love with Shadow Link too lmao.

#FSR Rambles #four swords returns #four swords #four swords manga #four swords adventures #four swords returns au #loz fsr au

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nightmarish-fae · 1 year

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fragile line - Alex Blake/Reader prompt fic

a/n: hello there! i come emerging from the depths of a writers block to offer an old prompt fic I wrote for @prentiss-theorem. the prompts were 'How did find out?' and 'Are you ashamed of me?'

as always, i am not a native speaker, all mistakes are mine.

pairing: Alex Blake/Reader

genre: angst

warnings: mentions of casual drinking/smoking if that puts anyone off.

lenght: one-shot

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You should have known. You should have known, when you started this…whatever it was that you had going on with Alex that you were in too deep. How couldn’t you be. Alex Blake was everything you had ever dreamed of. And apparently, you weren’t.

At first, it was fun, just sneaking around, making hiding and staying unnoticed a competition. You were glad to be hers, to be allowed to touch her hand, kiss her, make her laugh in the safety of your apartments. Eventually, it became your normal. At first, you didn’t mind. Everything was so new, she was freshly divorced…it made sense. But then a month had turned into four, then eight and at last, a year. But nothing changed.

You loved the brilliant linguist with all of your heart and making her uncomfortable was the last thing on your mind, but this whole thing was starting to make you feel tired. Even when you were together, there was this bone deep weariness and unease settling into your body. Still, you never said anything. You couldn’t bear to lose Alex and at first, telling yourself that you would gladly take whatever she decided to give you worked. But of course you wanted more.

Not much, just…to be able to hold her hand while out and about, to hug her without having to maintain a friendly limit, to be able to moon over her to Penelope and JJ.

It appeared to be a stalemate. Progressively unhappy, yet too in love to do anything about it. But all fragile peace was destined to break at one point. And yours came on what was supposed to be a happy day.

It was your one year anniversary of sorts. While the two of you never outright said anything to each other, you were together anyways. And so you planned for a quiet night in with a good dinner, wine and movie. For a while, the underlying sadness didn’t exist, there was just happiness.

Somehow, you managed to be one of the last people in the bullpen, helping Garcia out. But finally, you were free. Enthusiastically packing your bag, you turned towards JJ, who was packing up as well.

“Alex already left?”

If you knew what JJ was going to answer you would probably never let the words leave your mouth.

“Ah yeah, I think she mentioned something about spending some time with her husband?”

It felt like someone pulled the rug from beneath your feet and you hit the ground in the most painful way possible. You didn’t remember much after that, only that you quickly made your excuses, all but running for your car.

Every single part of you was working on an overdrive, brain coming up with conspiracy theories, excuses and reasons to hate both yourself and her. Somehow, you got yourself home. You had no idea if she was even in there. Heavens knew you didn’t want to be angry, but there was no helping it.

It suddenly felt like you were the butt of a practical joke, reminding you of when you got asked to the prom as a prank.

A small part of you was dreading the confrontation, but there was no avoiding it. Your red rimmed eyes were a dead giveaway. That, any maybe the way the door slammed and your bag flew on to the table. There was no sign of Alex anywhere, which only drove your brain more confused.

Beelining for the fridge, you opened the wine and stalked to your balcony with a glass, which is precisely how the linguist found you when she arrived - leaning over the railing, glass in one hand, cigarette in the other.

“Hi, I brought the-you said you’ll quit.”

Her voice sounded faintly accusing and the gall of it made you whirl around, a sarcastic chuckle leaving your throat.

“Right. Like you told JJ you were…what was it…going to spend time with your husband? Which you don’t have anymore? Unless I’m wrong about that too?”

Alex looked absolutely floored. And guilty. Setting the bag on the table, she took a deep breath, opening and closing her mouth a few times, being speechless for once.

“How did you find out?”

Your eyes widened. Really, that’s what she was going to ask?

“JJ mentioned it. Honestly Alex, I just don’t understand why…”

Suddenly, your brain supplied a very clear reason, one that explained the past year perfectly. You wished you could be more like Hotch, perfectly stoic and calm in face of everything, but you knew there were tears gathering along your lash line and you were shaking.

“Are you…”

Your voice cracked in the middle and you had to restart.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

In the perfect world, Alex would start protesting immediately, explaining it was just a massive misunderstanding. But she was quiet. And when that quiet went on for longer than your brain liked, you’ve had enough.

“You know what? Forget it. Forget I asked. I don’t think I wanna know anyways.”

Storming past her, you grabbed your bag and headed out of the door, leaving her alone in your apartment.

The sound the door made must have sounded similar to what felt like your heart breaking.

#criminal minds #alex blake #ssa alex blake #alex blake x reader #dr alex blake #alex blake x yn #alex blake x you

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justalilpearlie · 3 months

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Introduction/Fun Pearlie Facts

Was abt time I did one of these.

Hello everyone, my name is Pearl, Pearlie or Sam/Sammy if you're feeling like it. Friends also call me Martini sometimes.

I am a minor, my labels... we dont talk about them (fem presenting ftm gay/mlm + trying out gendervoid and verinix + bigender??) uhmm and I go by He/She, tho mostly He/Him by strangers- I can She/Her myself and close friends/mutuals are allowed! (I also go by neos: Void/Moon/Sweet/It/Fluff/Love/Fizz/Paw)

I'm from Argentina, born and raised, never moved. Speak fluent english and spanish.

I got the 'tism and the adhd, aswell as BPD and a few other things I wont list right now! But yeah I'm psychotic (ooo scary word.. lmao)

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I'm an IRL of many, mainly c!Pearl (mcyt), Samuel Emily (fnaf [games canon]) and Shin Tsukimi (yttd). If you don't like it you can leave, block me, or whatever, cause you aint gonna change my life or how I am. I'm in therapy, which unlike random hate and harrassment online, does help me :)

I like to roleplay, draw, sometimes make playlists or moodboards.. And my biggest interests right now are Life Series (+ evo + new life), Empires1(+ a bit of e2) and FNaF! (i dont rlly like the books tho lol..)

I use kin tags for reach cause I'd love interaction from any fellow lifers or empires ppl, hermits aswell!! Tho I havent finished s8 or s9 yet...

Fictionkins, therians and traumagenic systems all welcome!

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DNI prefferably:

- Basic DNI criteria (proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, racists, TERFs, ableist, etc)

- Endos/non-traumagenic "systems" DNI. block me if u want, i wont argue abt it in the comments/reblogs. or interact if u want but im not gonna follow u back or anythin shrugs.

- reality checkers or anti-IRLs DNI. I aint "romanticizing" shit, I'm existing and living my life, if thats a problem to you too bad cause my psychologist aproves of what I'm doing, since I aint harming anyone and I myself am doing dandy.

- anti-kin also DNI cause most of my friends are fictionkins and if you talk shit abt my fellas idk i wouldnt like having u around much

CCs interact at your own risk. This is my domain, cyan man & moon lady. /hj

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"Disclaimer"

- I talk about MajorMoon (Scott x Pearl) a LOT, if u didnt notice by the acc theme. These are my romantic memories, its a gay ship, not woman/gay man, so if it makes u uncomfortable or u hate it or whatever then ur probably not gonna like my content lmao. COUGH, consider joining us if you do like what you see... /nf We're a small comunity of supporters.. just me.. and a few of my peeps... that was a joke, sir. /ref

- This isn't roleplay, its my main acc where im ""unapologetically"" myself, but if u do wanna rp life series/empires u can always shoot me a dm and maybe I'll give u my discord.

- I talk about myself (c!Pearl) using 3rd person in many posts tagged with main fandom tags. This is to cause less confusion to casual fans slash ""normies"" (lhj) that well.. don't know what IRLs are! Also that way I feel safer and don't have to worry as much abt getting harassed and such for my identity.

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Special People Mentions!! fps = * (1 or more.. wouldnt say in a priority sorta order but. more or less yea)

Family! <3 🌼@pehpurr* SISTER!! super duper cool, her art is great and you should check it out!! YOU. You're the brightest little girl (i say like ur not older than me) I'VE EVER MET ACTUALLY! You're so passionate and loving I freaking adore you!! I love you so much Scar, you're one of the best things to ever happen to me, Kanny <3 ⚙️@gentlexmadman DAD!! you are my daaaad, you're my dad! woogie woogie woogie! ANOTHER amazing artist! mr "I know that guy-", very funny, Henry "Autism" Emily... the copper king, my father. Speaking to you is always comforting. Love you so much papa, you're amazing :)

Simply special <3 ☕@insomniac-coffeehouse** You're all simply so very special to me. I love spending time with you guys and playing stuff together, you mean a lot to me and I'm so glad I met you. I hope we're still close for this year and many more! You're incredibly talented, not only at art, at everything you do. You spark joy in my brain and my heart <3 From the bottom of my heart, I'm in love with the hope you bring to this world. 🍊Jack***, oh my dear Jacky, where do I even begin, sport... you really are my other half. Mi media naranja if you will. haha.. I love every second we spend together, I love your voice, I love your eyes, I love your smile, your laughter. I love your use of words, the way you speak, your humor, your seriousness and goofiness. You stiff fuck, you were made for me and I was made for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my everything, mi vida, mi luz, mi estrella. Mi amor, mi mundo. <3

New friends! 🍓@strawberrystarfield I know we met fairly recently but you're all incredibly fun to talk to, your art is also amazing, your accent is real pretty (cough for a bri-💥), you're real sweet and I love reading all your thoughts and critiques about things :} (love ya Aspen /gen) 🏜️@fagdykegtws My right hand man! I know we just met through the rarepair server but oh my god we're in the same brainwave!!! You're so fun to vc and chat with and you got the best ideas ever fr fr, love ya Chewy, you're real sweet even w how lil i know you ;)

That's it folks, love yall and see you around!

#intro post #introduction #c!pearl irl #sammy emily irl #delusional attachment #fictionkin #fictkin #fnaf irl #life series irl #empires irl #mcyt fictkin #mcyt fictionkin #mcyt kin #system friendly #endos dni #mcyt irl

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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☽ chapter two | wc: 3k | series m.list ☾

“This may have been a mistake,” you admit to yourself, watching Mammon pursue the very nice, very expensive rack of clothes in front of him.

“You say somethin’?” Mammon asks, turning back towards you.

“Nope. Just wondering how you’re going to pay for all of that.”

Suddenly looking sheepish, Mammon’s hand twitches towards his pocket. “Uh.”

“No,” you say, groaning. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

“Look, I dunno what you want me to say. I’m the Avatar of Greed. I see something I want, I take it.” Mammon crosses his arms, defensive. Making him upset wasn’t your intention, so you hurriedly try to remedy the situation.

“And that’s all well and fine with me,” you say. “I don’t know the moral code of demons or how much your sin affects you. I just hope you don't steal from like, children. Or people who desperately need their money.”

Rolling his eyes to cover up the loosening of his muscles, Mammon looks at you like you’re the weird one for saying such a thing. “I’m a demon, not a monster,” he sniffs. “Even I have standards. But you really don’t care that I steal from others and cheat?”

“I mean, not really? This may be kind of a jerk thing to say, but as long as it’s not from me or people who’ll really be in a lurch because of it, no. You do you and all that.” You feel like an asshole for taking that stance, but it’s true. Mammon’s just following his instincts and you’re not going to begrudge him for that.

“Cool, cool.” Mammon rocks back on his heels, eyeing you appraisingly. “I wish you could tell Lucifer that.”

“He… doesn’t like you stealing?” you ask, and Mammon shakes his head.

“Nah, not really. He says it makes us look bad or whatever. I’m like ‘Aren’t we demons? Isn’t the whole point to look bad?’ but he just ignores me.”

Frowning, you try to follow Lucifer’s line of thinking, but admit you can’t. “That’s not very fair. I feel like he should let you indulge in your sin. Does he let the rest of your brothers?”

Mammon looks mildly uncomfortably, and you hope you haven’t crossed a line. “Well, yeah. But they're not scummy like me.”

With each word that comes out of Mammon’s mouth, you like Lucifer less and less. “I don’t think you’re scummy,” you say fiercely, with such a strength it surprises even yourself. “And I’m not Lucifer, so steal to your heart's content. Within reason. And in such a way that won’t bring the feds to my door,” you amend, and Mammon huffs out a laugh.

“Alright, alright,” says Mammon, turning back to the rack of clothes. “Not that I needed some human’s permission, though.”

“Right,” You say after a moment. “Of course.” You’d look around to see if maybe there was something you’d want normally, but the store Mammon has picked out is definitely out of your budget, so you content yourself with watching him shop, biting your tongue to hold back any feedback. You don’t want to say the wrong thing and accidentally offend him or something.

“Okay,” Mammon says, a few articles of clothing hung over his arm. “I think that’s just about everythin’.” He sighs. “Man, it sure has been a while since I’ve worn some genuine human-world clothes.”

“How long?” you venture. “You know, since you’ve been here?”

“Couple of decades, I guess,” Mammo answers with a shrug. “You humans sure progress fast.”

“Yeah, I guess we do,” you reply absentmindedly. Sure, you knew Mammon was a demon with thousands of years under his belt, but to hear him mention it so casually…

Checking out goes by smoothly enough, and soon Mammon is pulling off the brown jacket he had been wearing and replacing it with his new one, which is black with yellow stripes. You can’t help but notice how the blue lining on the inside matches his eyes. His brown jacket vanishes into the air, quickly and quietly, and you think that if you had blinked you would’ve missed it. He must have magicked it away.

You itch at the thought. Oh, to harness all of that power for yourself…

“Now, whaddya have for food in this place?” Mammon asks, rubbing his hands together. “I want to see how it measures up.”

“Well, we are at a mall, so it’ll be nothing too fancy, but there are lots of options at the food court,” you offer, pointing at it on the map. “And then there’s a handful of sit-down restaurants over by this bookstore.”

“Food court? Hell yeah!” Mammon says, so you assume that’s what he wants. When you get to the open area, Mammon looks at all of the different restaurants, seemingly impressed.

“So what do you want to get?” you ask, and Mammon shrugs.

“I don’t really know. I’m not super familiar with human-world food. Discounting Beel, Asmo’s the foodie, not me.”

“Asmo as in Asmodeus, right? Avatar of Lust?” you clarify, and Mammon nods.

“Yeah, he’s big into all of that social media stuff. Foods, trends, clothes, you name it, he knows about it and is making it trend.” Mammon chuckles fondly. “It’s a little scary, how good he is at working his audiences.”

“Do you do anything on social media?” you ask, scanning the different types of cuisine to try and figure out what Mammon might like. “You seem like you would.”

“I mean, some, but not a ton. I mostly appear online due to my modeling gigs.”

This gets your attention. “You model?”

“What? Think I’m not handsome enough to? I’ll have you know I’m very popular back home!” Mammon puffs out his chest, looking indignant.

“It’s not that,” you assure him. “you’re very, uh, attractive. I guess I just haven’t met many models before. What do you model?”

Mammon smiles, slow and sharp. Devilishly, your mind supplies.

“Whatever pays best.”

The answer, so on-brand but yet so unexpected, gets you. You laugh, covering your mouth. “Sorry,” you gasp, trying to get your breath back. “I don’t even know why I’m laughing.”

Mammon doesn’t respond, making you look up at him, still fighting giggles. he’s staring at you, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” Mammon says gruffly, turning away. “Let’s just get some damn food.”

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Mammon loads all of his bags into your car, happier than you’ve seen him thus far. The shopping trip really must have raised his spirits.

“What now?” Mammon asks, sliding into your passenger seat, and you shrug, starting up your car.

“I’m not sure. We can go back to my place or sight-see some more, it’s up to you. I don’t have anything planned for today.”

Mammon messes with your radio, something you’re already resigned to. Pick your battles and all that. “You don’t have to work or anythin’?”

“Not today,” you answer. “My shop is closed on the weekends.”

“Shop?” Mammon looks at you with interest, hand stilling.

“Oh, yeah.” You’d completely forgotten to show him your shop, which runs out of an outbuilding on the side of your house. “I sell spell ingredients, small potions, and other things like enchanted items or magical artifacts.”

“I thought you said you were a shit sorcerer,” Mammon accuses.

“I am! The only things I personally prepare are the raw ingredients. I have deals with local suppliers who need a seller for the rest. It’s a small shop, but it pays the bills.” You pause, looking at him critically. “Hey, do you think in exchange for staying at my house you can help out some? I’ve been putting off getting a helper but I really, really need one.”

“No way,” Mammon scoffs. “You really think I’m goin’ to spend all of my precious time up here slavin’ away? Nah, I’ll find a different way to pay you back.”

You heave out a sigh. “Fine, fine. Just don’t pay me with stolen money, okay? Just because I don’t care if you steal doesn’t mean I want to be an accessory to your crimes. The last thing I need is someone poking their nose around in my business.”

Mammon appraises you for a moment. “Fine, Sweetcheeks. I solemnly swear not to get you in any hot water.”

“Don’t get yourself in any either,” you order. “I also don’t have the time to bail you out of jail, magical or otherwise.”

Mammon laughs, then resumes messing with the radio. It doesn’t escape your notice that he hadn’t agreed, and you spare a moment to pray to whatever angelic deity that watches over you he doesn’t cause too much chaos. He’d also never answered you about what to do next, so you just decide to drive back to your house. You can always go somewhere later.

Once your car is parked in your driveway you get out and stretch. Mammon pops the trunk open and in a moment of niceness, you flick your wrist, sending the bags directly into your living room. Mammon turns to you, gaping.

“Was that you?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“First off, what if someone saw? Magic ain’t that accepted here, is it? And you’re pretty weak! What if the spell had gone wrong and you messed up my shit?”

For a moment you had thought he was worried about you. How silly.

“My house is pretty far out,” you say, gesturing to the empty countryside around you, “and it’s protected by a network of illusions and charms. No one’s going to be able to see. And I can manage that much, you know. I’m not completely helpless.”

Mammon inhales deeply, eyes glowing the same color yellow as what had filled the room when you’d summoned him. The normally invisible spells light up around the edges of your property, showing the elaborately linked protective net you’ve come up with. Mammon looks around, taking it all in. “How did you manage this?” he asks, tugging on one of the glowing sigils.

“I told you that I have deals worked out with local vendors.” Though you were the one who’d designed such a layout, you’re still surprised to see it all laid out like this. You’ve just had to trust that the spells are where they’re supposed to be and doing what they’re supposed to do all this time, as you’re unable to see them. “Not all of them are monetary.”

Mammon’s eyes return to normal, as does everything else, going back to its normal state of invisibility. He eyes you shrewdly, with a tinge of something that almost looks like respect.

“Huh. You’re deeper than you seem, Sweetcheeks,” he says, and you make a face.

“Thanks, I think.”

“Of course, of course.” Mammon flicks his hair and you can’t help but chuckle, grateful he’s not looking at you. You lead him inside, and he immediately heads for his bags, pulling it all out to inspect, even though he already knows what's inside. You wonder for a moment where he’s going to keep it all, then remember he’s a demon and can form pocket dimensions. Lord, how you wish you could do that. That would make your house and shop so much more organized. You would be able to do that if you had a pact, you think, eyeing Mammon slyly. Maybe you can still convince him to make a pact with you.

“So what now?” Mammon asks, flopping onto your couch, and you shrug.

“I asked if you wanted to go somewhere, but you never gave me an answer. So it’s up to you.”

Mammon thinks for a moment. “I suppose we outta come up with some sort of game plan. At some point, my brothers will come a-knocking, and it would be best to be prepared when they do. Plus, we need to find Solomon and a way to break this pesky spell.

“I forgot to ask this yesterday,” you begin, “but what exactly does the spell do? I know we’re bound, but what exactly does that mean?”

“To be honest, I’m not exactly sure,” Mammon says with a small frown. “The spell is almost like an urban legend, so although a lot of people are aware of it, there’s also a lot of misinformation floating around. I’ve heard some say that you can feel each other’s pain, and others say that you can draw on one another’s power much like a pact would.”

Lord, you hope that’s true.

“I guess the best thing to do would be to find a book on it,” you decide. “I have some acquaintances with extensive libraries so I’ll ask around and see if anyone has anything.” How you’re going to do that without arousing suspicion is still beyond you, but you’re sure you’ll figure something out.

“I guess I can see if anyone I know knows anythin’,” Mammon says. “But only as a last response. I’m already in enough trouble with the witches as it is.”

“You’re familiar with witches?” you ask. “Mammon, I swear to god if they come here I’m kicking you out the door right into their arms. I don’t mess with witches.”

“Relax, relax,” Mammon placates. “It’s not like they’re not huntin’ me down! They just lent me a bit of money one time and I still have to replay ‘em.”

“Are you stupid?” You know you’re being rude, but you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “You owe a debt to witches? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that that was the quickest way to screw yourself over?”

“I’m handlin’ it,” Mammon snaps, folding his arms. “Look, you’re not Lucifer, so stop lecturing me! I already know I messed up, but I was desperate!”

Taken aback by his forceful response, you relent. “Okay, I’m sorry. I was just surprised. Witches are bad news. They don’t mix with us sorcerers.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Mammon mutters, but he seems to forgive you. “I think I’m just gonna watch some TV now.”

“Alright,” you agree, figuring you could both use a moment apart. “I’ll leave you to it.”

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Working in your garden always settles your nerves. The feeling of the earth under your hands, the knowledge that the herbs will grow just as sure as the sun will rise, it’s calming. You’d started it as a way to get your own materials for your spells and charms, but after finding out you had a talent for greenery, you’d expanded it, leading to the shop you have today.

It’s a nice form of income, as well as a way for you to be recognized in the magic community, even without a sorcerer’s license. You’re proud to say you’re now the most well-known and reliable shop in the area, skilled at providing both goods and information.

Harvesting the last of the vervain you can safely take without stripping the plants of more than you should, you set it aside, moving along to the yarrow. Your once modest garden now sprawls across your backyard, open to all fae and animals but protected from humans. The deer and rabbits take only what they need, and the fae help your garden flourish, so you leave them be, secure in the knowledge that if it becomes a problem you can take away their access at any time.

Finishing up your harvesting, you sit back on your knees, enjoying the sunlight that lands on your face. Winter will come eventually and you’ll miss weather like this dearly. Your shop does fine even in the off-season, as you make sure to keep a smaller greenhouse running through magic, the rest of the herbs made up of provisions collected and set aside in the warmer months. It’s a simple system, but it works well for you.

Standing, you collect your basket and clippers, heading towards your shop. You keep it locked with a good old-fashioned antique lock and key, aware that any magical locks you could try would probably be easier to break by anyone really desperate to try and get in. You set the herbs up for drying then spend a few moments sweeping and restocking, making sure you’re ready to open tomorrow. You notice you’re running low on a few goods and write them down. You can contact the suppliers responsible for them tomorrow, when things are slower. Maybe you can use that time to ask about the binding spell too.

Oh, yeah, Mammon.

You need to figure out something to do with him. You have no doubt he’ll get bored easily, which really doesn’t bode well for you. He seems like he can be a menace if left to his own devices. Maybe you can make another attempt at convincing him to work for you? If he sees the shop and customers, he might be interested. Especially since you have a feeling he’s a people person.

But someone might recognize him and start asking questions… but isn’t that what you wanted? His name to back you up? This is all so confusing!

Setting the matter aside for the time being, you resolve to worry about it all tomorrow, when you can actually do something about it. In the meantime, you can enjoy the rest of your weekend. Maybe you could bake something? Even if Mammon doesn’t have a sweet tooth, you do.

Deciding to make a pie, you finish up your store, locking everything back up and heading inside. Mammon is still on the couch, and you can hear some show playing, so you leave him be, heading to the kitchen.

While you don’t grow fruit, you have a deal with a sweet farmer down the road who exchanges produce with you. Though she’s a regular, non-magical human, she puts your herbs to good use, and you do the same. Maybe if you have extra scraps of dough and filling you’ll make a mini pie and give it to her. The last time you saw her, she brought you apples, and you have no doubt they’ll be delicious, so you pull down your old family cookbook, blowing dust off of the yellow pages.

A pie is exactly what you need right now, especially since you have some leftover ice cream in the freezer to pair with it.

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feroluce · 1 year

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I've decided Ingo and Irida can bang once, under sex pollen circumstances, because it would be hilarious.

My ideal is that it's actually only Ingo who gets sex pollened, so poor Ingo is kind of a hot mess and meanwhile Irida is totally fine and normal and just trying to take care of her Warden. Hisui has different values and views than Unova, and Irida just. She does not care. She doesn’t see what the big deal is. She thinks Ingo is the weird one. And I think Ingo would be appalled by his own behavior later and be embarrassed about it and he's cute and funny when he's suffering through his own self-imposed Catholic Guilt akldjlafsjdlka

Ingo has some weird reaction to a pokemon attack or whatever on his way to the main settlement, so he isolates himself in an empty hut reserved for clan members from outside of the icelands. Irida eventually goes to check on him, because this is extremely unusual behavior. Ingo is typically pretty social, and as clan leader, he always goes to her to announce his arrival first thing.

Irida finds him basically in a rut, Ingo has shoved himself into a corner of the bed up against the wall and bundled up under all the blankets, all she sees at first are two silver cat eyes staring out at her. He feels weird, like he's burning up with a fever, and he can't sit still, he keeps shifting around uncomfortably. Irida asks what's up with him and Ingo takes way too long to answer, he keeps trailing off like he can barely think and just staring at her.

Irida finally declares that she knows what's wrong with him, she's seen this before! And if they leave this alone, it'll get way way worse before it gets better, but luckily Irida knows what to do for it! Ingo sags forward with relief because oh, thank goodness, he feels wretched, like the worst flu and just miserably uncomfortable, it's already been a couple hours and he can't take much more of this.

And then he sits back up and nearly keels right over again because WHY ARE YOU STRIPPING?!?!?

Irida: ??? You've seen me bare before, we've been in the hot springs together more than once?

Ingo: BUT THIS ISN'T THE HOT SPRINGS. ///

(Ingo says this facing the wall with his hand over his eyes because he turned around so fast it made him dizzy skzjskskx)

Ingo is very determinedly staring at a spot on the wall and he nearly jumps out of his skin when Irida just casually crawls up onto the bed and sits behind him. Irida tells him he can suffer through it if he really wants to, of course. She doesn't really get why he would, but she's seen people make that decision before. The clan will watch over him until it passes. Ingo asks how long it will last, because he already plans on doing so.

Irida: Days.

Ingo: ...

Irida: Several days, sometimes.

Ingo: ......

Irida: The longest recorded was maybe almost a fortnight?

Ingo: ............

It's only been hours and Ingo is already feeling desperate, and he's going to be like this for days? Possibly over a week? And Irida mentioned it would get worse? Ugh, just kill him.

But then Irida presses up against his back and even through all his clothes and the blankets, Ingo can feel her body and it's weirdly relieving for his current condition, like a heat pack on a sore muscle. Irida tells him he can do that, OR he can just let her help him. No one's ever died of this or anything, but it can get dangerous. Irida wants to help! Ingo is one of hers now. And she doesn't want to risk the life of one of her people.

Ingo doesn't really say anything, but he uncurls a little bit and stops gripping the blankets around him quite so tight, which she takes as a good sign! He has his knees drawn up to his chest, so she has to straddle his feet and lower legs a bit to make it work, but Irida manages to wedge herself between Ingo and the wall so she can at least get him to look at her and give her a straight answer. Ingo tries to start speaking a couple times, but he can't quite seem to string words together, he trails off just like earlier, staring at her like how Irida has seen people stare at the hot springs after being half frozen in the wastes of the icelands.

Irida nods and tells him physical touch is supposed to help, takes the hand that Ingo hadn't even realized he'd reached out, and sets it on her shoulder. She manages to get him to give her his other one, too, and sets it on her waist, and Ingo sighs. It really does help. It's not even that it feels good, it's just that he feels less bad.

Irida presses in closer, happily and proudly rambling poetic about how it must be a blessing of Almighty Sinnoh, that the cure for something so terrible is simply for two bodies to share the same space together so closely they interlock, isn't it nice?

The next morning, Ingo wakes up all groggy, and just kinda lays there blinking at the ceiling for several minutes until he realizes he hears someone else in the hut with him. So he rolls over and almost immediately has a fucking heart attack because there's Irida, still naked, kneeling in front of the fire and poking at with a stick trying to get it going again.

Ingo finally croaks out a quiet little please help me and Irida pats his arm and tells him of course she will. He's her Warden, he can lean on her when he needs to. 💕

She has bruises! And handprints! And oh god, did he seriously leave those bite marks on her?! NOOOOOO-

He behaved as though a depraved animal! A beast!! He shouldn't even be allowed near people anymore!!

Ingo is facing the corner, moping and red-faced and dealing with his Catholic Guilt, and meanwhile Irida is trying to decide what she wants for breakfast VSKDKXJKSKXKX

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(About three weeks later, just when he's almost able to look her in the eye again, Ingo goes to Irida to report on some happening in the highlands. Irida pats him and tells him good boy. Ingo lights up and all but purrs for a second before his brain catches up like WAIT WHAT, NO.

Irida: Oh. Is that not ok? You liked being called that that one time.

Ingo, steaming red face in his hands: MY LADY, PLEASE.)

((Gaeric is unfortunately within earshot when this happens, and he laughs so hard he wheezes, and then when he and Irida depart, he slaps Ingo on the back so hard he stands straight for a few minutes afterwards ndodjwkskmdkx))

#nobokai #pla ingo #pla irida #pokemon legends ingo #pokemon legends irida #Ingo's Catholic Guilt vs Irida being dense as a brick FIGHT #they're such an amazing combination for stupidity I love them so much #(I know a lot of that is probably just me but like. you know kdlsajdkl)#nearly faceplanted into my steering wheel thinking about this afterwards but like #I love the thought of Hisui also not sharing Unova's weird ickiness around virginity and the concept of it #anyway Irida just casually saying over breakfast that oh so that's what sex is like she guesses she can see why so many people seem into it #and Ingo having a crisis while choking on his food because OH GOD HE TOOK HER FIRST TIME TOO NOOOOOOOO JFKDLSAJFKLDASJDFKLJAD #ingirida #submas #ingo #warden ingo #irida #suggestive

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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May i request for a drabble about Sugar Daddy!Yan!Seungcheol and reader who's in a tight situation, left with no other solution than to be his sugar baby?

(can i be ur "🐣 anon"? if that identity is not taken yet hehe)

The decision to sign up for a sugaring site wasn't an easy one, but it was necessary. Your finances were getting tight, and your regular job had just cut your hours, too. Figuring this was a quick was to earn some extra cash on the side, you took the plunge.

At first, it was a little difficult, what with you learning how to navigate things, and also making sure you didn't accept any false claims. The last thing you wanted was to agree to someone's terms, only to not have them pay you. You, however, learned very quickly how that usually didn't happen on these official sites since the rules were so strict.

Good, then. Better for you!

Now, it was just picking and choosing the ones you wanted to do.

You started simple at first, mainly only accepting deals where you provided certain types of pictures to your clients. The farthest you'd ever go was escorting them to dinners or private events, because despite the site you signed up for, sex was off the table.

Not one to do anything you're uncomfortable with, you made this clear to your clients upfront. Most of them had no issues with it, given the other services you provided for them, but there were a few that felt entitled to whatever they wanted. Just because they were paying for you doesn't mean they can just take whatever they want. You made sure to swear clear of those types after that.

Recently, you've been providing your services to one man in particular. Ever since you agreed to accompany him to functions and such, you haven't really gotten any other offers. Strange, but not rare; at least he pays you well.

When Seungcheol had first approached you on the site, you thought it had been too good to be true. Not only was he your youngest client (seriously, you'd gotten so used to older people wanting your services you thought his offer was a scam), but he payed you double, sometimes nearly triple what your old clients would.

His response whenever you would bring it up? (Not that you were complaining). "I simply enjoy your company."

And you grew to enjoy his, for he was also one of the most respectful clients you've ever had. Seungcheol would always ask before touching you in any way, like putting his arm around you at events, and would seek your input on where he would be taking you out for dinner. It felt less like he was instructing you on how to behave, or like he was expecting you to comply with all his wishes, and more like a mutual agreement between the two of you.

Maybe that's why you stuck around with him for so long. Long enough to become ignorant to the obvious signs that he started to display. Signs that should have had you running right from the start.

It happened casually at first, the endearing pet names he would call you. So much so, that you had brushed him off. that is, until they started getting more personal.

Dear. Darling. Love. Nothing was spared from his vocabulary when you were involved. You should have told him to stop while you could, but you thought that maybe it was just apart of what he wanted.

Little did you realize that all he had wanted, and he ever wants, is you.

The outings you would go on became more personal, too. Instead of the usual extravagant events he would have you accompany him to, he started taking you out on what you would normally perceive as regular dates. It was a little alarming at first, how you briefly mentioned you loved the opera, or live music only to have him bringing you to the next available performance that he could. He even brought you to the zoo just shortly after you mentioned how much you love animals.

So casually you had said those things in passing, but he had been listening. Ready and waiting for any opportunity to show you a different side of him. A side which he so badly wished to indulge with you.

Soon, he started buying you things, expecting nothing in return. You tried to stop him again, asking him why he would do such a thing for you. Always, he would reply with one of three answers:

"I saw this and thought of you."

"Just because."

Or, his seemingly personal favourite:

"Because you deserve it."

The final straw for you happened on one night in particular. It was a beautiful night, stars shining clearly in the sky above as he brought you out for dinner. Not just any dinner, though, a dinner upon the rooftop of the most famous building in the city. One with an extraordinary garden and breathtaking view of the surrounding area.

Again, when you asked him what the occasion was for, he simply replied, "because you deserve it."

Dinner was exquisite, your favourite meal being served for the both of you. Needless to say you were shocked, but even after you both finished dessert, the night still wasn't over.

Calling over the violinist who had been playing soft music with the string quartet all evening, Seungcheol had extended his hand out to you.

"Dance with me."

Taking his hand without another thought, you let him guide you over to an empty area within the garden.

There was something different in the way he looked at you, in the way his grip held onto you tonight like you were the most delicate thing in the world. The fondness shining in his eyes as he twirled you softly around caught you off guard, your breath hitching in your throat as he pulled you impossibly closer, his lips but a hair's breadth from your own.

Stunned by the sudden dark look in his eyes, you froze, tensing slightly in his arms. A fact which he took as nerves, his lips quirking upwards at the corners slightly as he glances to your lips.

You barely register the sound of the violin coming to a soft halt, the musician bowing out slowly as Seungcheol holds you, captivated in his embrace.

"You're so beautiful," his voice is low and sultry, and you can feel his chest rumble with every word with how closely pressed against him you are.

Your lips part slightly, and before you can say anything in response, he places his own on top of yours.

If you weren't breathless before, you most certainly are now.

A moment passes. Then another, and another, until finally you are able to regain your sense from the shock coursing through your body. In the blink of an eye, you shove him away, much to his displeasure.

"What are you doing?" Your eyes are wide as you stare at him, a look of mild confusion on his face.

"Making you mine," comes his smooth reply. "I thought that much was obvious."

"I think you need to come back to reality, Seungcheol." You state, voice firm in your resolve as you stare at him. "There is no us, and there never will be."

You watch him swallow, whole body suddenly tense as his throat bobs. "But I thought that-"

"Look," you cut him off, straightening out the front of your outfit, "you've been a good client, and I do appreciate everything you've done for me. However, since it seems you can no longer keep this professional, I'm ending our agreement."

Seungcheol can only stare as he watches you walk back over to the table, grab your stuff and go to leave. However, before you do, you turn to face him one more time.

"Thank you for a lovely evening." You say. "Now, goodbye and goodnight."

You manage to turn around, taking a few steps towards the door that will lead you back down to the floor below and to the elevators you need to take to leave. Except, you don't manage to go very far, for in the next moment, the feeling of someone grabbing your wrist and pulling you into their chest has you halting in your tracks.

"Seungcheol," you say, voice low, "let me go."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." He replies, grip tightening ever so slightly around you. "I've spent too long wanting you, waiting for you to want me, too. I thought you did, given all that we've been through, but that doesn't matter. You're mine, and you always will be." A brief pause where he takes a moment to grip the back of your head, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. "I'm never letting you go again."

#ask #yandere seungcheol #seungcheol drabble #yandere seventeen #seventeen drabble #drabbles #of course you can #!!!#🐣 anon #I don't have many anons anyways so it always makes me happy to get a new one

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saintlaurentproblems · 22 days

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No, because the idea of being intimate with anyone gives me such bad anxiety and makes me physically cringe from head to toe, inside and out. I get so tense and so weirded out by the idea. I'm not asexual, though, so it's a strange feeling. I want a relationship and to share intimate moments with someone; it's just the idea of those things happening make me wildly uncomfortable.

For me personally, and maybe the other anon or even you can relate, I've been single my entire life. I'm a few years away from 30 and haven't even had my first kiss. The older I get and the more time that goes on, relationships become such a foreign concept to me that I couldn't even fathom being in one no matter how much I want to.

I think we get so comfortable in the routine of being alone that when the idea of something putting us so far outside of our comfort zone comes up, it's unsettling. For whatever reason, my brain just cannot process how people get into relationships and how so many have intimate moments so casually. Even trying to imagine putting myself in that scenario makes my stomach flip.

TLDR: Yes, we are clearly broken lmao

Yes I think we’re all just too comfortable being alone. We have developed habits and self soothing techniques that don’t involve an external party. I internalize everything so a guy being dependent on me would be so weird.

I’ve never had a boyfriend either but everytime I’ve gotten close I pull away and ghost them. I’ve mentioned this before but my maladaptive perfectionism impacts every part of me which is honestly exhausting.

I would like to just summon a boyfriend.

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genderoutlaws · 2 years

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yooo anon who said the thing abt “theyfabs” i accidentally deleted yr message 😭 i still wanted to answer tho bc i feel like it’s increasingly misinterpreted n another example of trans womens language being taken out of context, so its a convo worth having. bc while i get yr discomfort with any kinda insult towards a trans person mentioning their agab, when this term first started popping up in trans fem circles like it was a pretty specific phenomena of the like usually white, tme nonbinary person who stakes their identity in their birth assignment, constantly mentions being afab, and in a way fueled by transmisogyny to distance themselves from trans people assigned male at birth. like if yall have never met a ~nonbinary t/rf~ you’re so lucky but they are truly out there. and even ppl who aren’t full blown, u will see a Lottt of this casual transmisogyny n transmisogynoir totally unchecked

so i think it still has a use case to talk abt womens experiences from within the community. i Do get what u mean tho that sadly now the further it gets from the original source, you do have ppl who are just using it to mean like “any nonbinary person who was afab that i wanna dunk on” n are using it as a tool of transphobia rather than a means of calling out transmisogyny. but i don’t want to give any weight to this idea of “binary privilege” you bring up because it’s just not a material reading of the facts. its the same logic that gives us concepts like “monosexual privilege”, lumping the oppressor in with the oppressed. trans women are not oppressing nonbinary people on a systemic level, and trans woman and nonbinary aren’t two inherently separate groups anyways. pushing distinctions between binary and nonbinary trans people as, ironically, another binary really makes me uncomfortable tbh. i know many trans ppl who would not describe themselves as either one, who operate under different perceptions of gender altogether.

i do want us to be a strong community joined in solidarity but it worries me that a large faction of tme trans people do not seem committed to putting in the work of unlearning and dismantling transmisogyny, like that concerns me a lot more than trans women being kind of rude online yknow what i mean ? bc like if a girl on tiktok calls me a theyfab for whatever her own reasons to view me that way are, its gonna sit with me for a day maybe, and probably cause me to do some honest reflecting on how im moving in trans spaces. but the ~theyfabs who put all their energy into calling out and harassing trans women out of communities and safe spaces for perceived slights or deeming them predatory because of their birth assignment, doxxing them, cutting them off from support, that is going to last a life time. if not in material consequences, in terms of being able to trust at least. like idk this is a little rambly but yall understand what im gettin at here i hope.

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stardustchord · 2 years

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Remus Lupin NSFW Alphabet ༄

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✧ warnings: 18+ content, do not interact if you are a minor. Mentions of thigh riding, breeding, one mention of AFAB anatomy, masturbation, innocence kink, agere, ddlc, oral, squiriting

Gender neutral terms for everyone's enjoyment! <3 ily all

✧ a/n: I have removed the letters "H" [Hair] and "X" [X-Ray] because I am personally uncomfortable going into details about that. I apologize for any disappointment!

⁂ find my master list here ⁂

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A ➙ Aftercare 《What are they like after sex?》

Sooo good at aftercare

Expect the best pampering you have ever experienced in your entire life

King of cuddles <3

But for the love of Merlin, please make sure you pamper him back

We all know he deserves it

B ➙ Body Part 《What is their favorite area?》

T h i g h s

He loves holding onto his partner's thighs, kissing them, spreading them-

He also likes his own thighs a lot- how strong they are, how his partner uses them as a pillow, how good of a job they do when it comes to fucking his partner into oblivion

C ➙ Cum 《Any cum headcanons?》

Breeding kink?

Maybe, breeding kinks aren't my think, so I'm not sure

I feel like he wouldn't want to make a mess of you

So you would have to beg him to cum on you, if that's what you want

D ➙ Dirty Secret 《What is a secret of theirs?》

The tinier you look and feel, the hornier he gets

Wrapping you in his jacket makes him so happy, or even just holding your hand in his

Definitely gets hard over little things and tries to not make it too obvious jfc just let him fuck you already

E ➙ Experience 《How experienced are they?》

Has his fair share of experience

But not an overwhelming amount of confidence

F ➙ Favorite Position 《What is their favorite position?》

Whatever gets you as close to him as possible

Secretly wants you to ride his thigh

G ➙ Goofy 《Are they serious or humorous?》

Mostly serious

But he loves it when you burst into laughter in the moment

And you love it when he cracks a smile, too

I ➙ Intimacy 《How romantic are they?》

The most romantic man you will find

But it may not be very obvious at first

He is not forward with his love for you, but if you look closely, you can notice him go out of his way to show that he cares about you

J ➙ Jacking Off 《Masturbation headcanons?》

Masturbates the normal amount, once a day max probably

Definitely thinks of you while doing it

Enjoys it, but prefers the connection you get through sex

K ➙ Kinks 《Kink headcanons?》

Innocence kink

And not in the creepy, pervy way

"Do you want me to show you how it's done, darling?" omfg

Also this is not a kink but I had to include it anyways

Would do research into agere and ddlc (AND NO THAT DOESN'T STAND FOR FUCKING DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB) once you start showing signs of slipping into little space around him

L ➙ Location 《What is their favorite place to have sex?》

A bed in front of a warm fireplace

Or in maybe his office

Or wherever you innocently ask him why he's hard

M ➙ Motivation 《What are their turn-ons?》

hhhhhhh

Looking up at him with innocent, sparkling eyes

Casually wrapping your arms around his waist

Playing with his hands or hair

Kissing his neck

Any displays of affection that may or may not have deeper connotations

N ➙ No, Thank You 《What is off-limits? What turns them off?》

Would never, ever, ever hurt you

He will apologize, but if you ask for it, he'll refuse

He has hurt enough people unintentionally, and would do anything in his power to never add you to that list, even if it were to be consensual

O ➙ Oral 《What is their skill level? Do they prefer giving or receiving?》

Giving!!

He is so skilled at it, and relishes at the opportunity to make you feel amazing

He won't complain about you giving him head, though

He'll just want to make sure that you've cum been satisfied first

P ➙ Pace 《Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?》

Slow <3

"I want every inch of your skin touching mine, love. Let me feel how hot and red this is making you..."

Until he gets a little too into the heat of things and his animalistic side starts to come out

Q ➙ Quickies 《What are their opinions on quickies?》

Not a big fan, tbh

He always wants to take his time with you

So if he needs to be quick, he'll just make himself cum

R ➙ Risk 《Do they like to experiment? Are they willing to risks?》

The boy literally has anxiety

Probably not very comfortable taking risks

Experimenting, on the other hand...

As long as it isn't violent, he's willing to try whatever you beg ask him sweetly for

S ➙ Stamina 《How long do they last?》

He's willing to go multiple rounds, for sure

Even if he gets super exhausted

Always willing to make you cum for him one more time

T ➙ Toys 《Do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?》

He's pretty old-school, and wants everything to be skin-to-skin

Again, wouldn't be opposed to them if you ask him politely

U ➙ Unfair 《How much they like to tease?》

Not at all

The most patient man you will ever meet

He may be open to you teasing him, however

V ➙ Volume 《How loud are they? What kind of sounds do they make?》

A quiet baby <3

Until he gets really into things and loses focus

Aka when he's sloppily fucking you because he's about to cum

He is part wolf, after all, so I'll leave those sounds up to your imagination

W ➙ Wild Card 《A random headcanon?》

If you have a pussy, he can and will make you squirt

Y ➙ Yearning 《How high is their sex drive?》

Probably a little higher than average, but he would never let you know

He's not the kind of man to pressure you into sex, even a little bit

Completely fine with taking care of himself if you aren't in the mood

Z ➙ Zzz… 《How quickly do they fall asleep?》

Gets a lil sleepy afterwards

Won't fall asleep until he knows that you're content, because you always come first (in all senses of the phrase)

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jimkirkachu · 2 years

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I feel like an absolute bastard. (cw gender stuff, names, pronouns, family drama)

As a way to update my parents about Janelle Monae saying in an interview that their pronoun is "free-ass muthafucka" (because gender goals x infinity!!!), I casually led into it by mentioning that my new therapist wanted to know my preferred name/nickname and pronouns—all as a means of getting to my stupid punchline, "they/them seems so much easier now, doesn't it!" ha ha ha I thought we were cool, I've been making pronoun jokes since I came out to them last September because I know it's weird for them to go from having a daughter to having an adult child / offspring / neither daughter nor son. I get it. And I've really tried to be cool about them continuing to Female me while also trying to gradually/gently push them with things like... my Kirk haircut, sharing trivia or articles about NB stuff with them (e.g. the Janelle Monae news), etc. Anyway, I didn’t think any of that would come up again, but I’m clearly an idiot because I’ve spent 32 and a half years with one parent who Never Forgets Anything and Never Lets Any Little Detail Go Unnoticed.

Six hours later, my mother asks me what my answers had been when my therapist asked me to pin them down more concretely than "either way, whatever you prefer." ((Aside: apparently therapists want to know the Real You? and having other people decide who the Real Me is... is not what they mean by that??)) I knew I was trapped but I never want to lie to my mom, right? So I told her honestly that my therapist will be referring to me as “they/them” and “Jim” (aka Not my legal name/what my family calls me, as well as a name which traditionally is given to people who are the "opposite" of my agab). (I also reminded her that my previous therapist knew me as Jim, too, hoping that might soften the blow.) Again: I get it. I knew before I said it that it was going to hurt her because I’m choosing to have certain people call me by a name that’s not the one she and dad gave me when I was born. I understand that it’s hard for them. I understand why it’s hard for them.

(And this makes no never mind, but... it’s hard for me, too. 🙁 But I know, that’s beside the point.)

After a long, very uncomfortable silence, she said, “Is it okay if I keep saying she/her?” So I counted to five in my head and said it’s fine, because I honestly never expected her or my dad to be fully understanding of any of this. But now (and not for the first time) I’m very much wishing I’d just never come out to them at all, because at least that way I wouldn’t have gotten my hopes up when they responded by claiming that my being NB was fine and claiming that they would be totally supportive/accepting of it. My expectations were low before they knew because I assumed they would be honest with me about how it made them feel, which I assumed would be along the lines of “betrayed,” “inconvenienced,” “confused,” “disappointed,” “skeptical,” “disrespected,” and/or “we failed our child.“ It seems that when they were so chill about it up front, I forgot to keep expecting those reactions in delayed forms, and I guess I let myself believe that they would actually make the effort to shift some of their thinking about me, maybe even start using they/them for me, etc.

Turns out they were enthusiastic to declare their support (which I greatly appreciate, don't get me wrong) but putting that support into practice has proven to be harder than I think they realized. “Too much has changed too fast” is what I’ve been told now... even though I’m not transitioning to male, I’m not doing HRT or having surgeries, I’m still dressing the same on a daily basis (just changing my “fancy” wardrobe), and the only thing that’s physically different is that I've stopped shaving my legs (which neither of them has even noticed because I only wear long pants).

Anyway she just happened to ask me all this as she was on her way to bed. So there was another awkward silence before she said goodnight, and if 32 years’ experience has enabled me to read any of her moods correctly, then she started crying as soon as I was out of earshot. (I would have confirmed and/or tried to get her to talk to me about it but I’m running, like, a spoon deficit at this point.)

So is my lack of much visible change the problem, then? Is this breaking my mom’s heart because I’m not different enough from my “old” self? Would this be easier in some way if I was transitioning and she could, idk, genuinely mourn the daughter she no longer has? And despite losing a daughter at least she would have a “replacement” kid whose gender still Made Sense to someone entrenched in the gender binary for almost seven decades? Or would it just make things worse?

Should I have simply lied and said I’m going by my legal name with my therapist, because how will my mom ever know that anyway? Has this name thing crushed her so bad because not much else has changed about me otherwise, so she didn’t see it coming? Or am I genuinely the asshole for expecting her to be more supportive/validating too soon, and I just need to be more patient?

((Tangent: she witnessed a really bad impostor-syndrome meltdown of mine a few months ago. I was trying to figure out what to wear to a church function and eventually got so frustrated—and convinced that I’m not really NB, just a pathetic ugly female who hates herself/her body—that I told her to pick out a damn dress for me and take me to a wig shop so I could try and undo everything I’ve done to try and hate my biologically female body a little bit less. And she responded by telling me to wear the pants/button-down/sweater aka “masc-ish” outfit I’d started with. So... is it only if I’m in crisis/panic mode that she can get on board with my being NB? Did my meltdown help her put her own misgivings about this aside? Or was she only okay with my being NB before it included having new people in my life call me by a different name??))

I keep trying to pinpoint what I’ve done wrong, and every time I re-do the math I still can only come up with, “...I was born.” But that wasn’t even my fault. I just feel incredibly selfish for trying to get them to see me the way I see myself. I keep thinking that if I don’t feel female, that’s my problem and I should have kept it to my damn self. If my identity is, in fact, Jim + they/them + non-binary, fine, but I feel like I should have known better than to reveal—to the people who named me and raised me—that I don’t really feel, and never really have felt, like I actually am the person we all assumed I was for 31 years because there didn't seem to be an alternative.

And this is precisely why I started things off with my new therapist by trying to make her decide whether to call me she or they, Jim or my real name. More than anything—more than being sane, healthy, or alive—I want not to be a burden on others.

But that’s all I ever seem to be able to do without fail.

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