#so I think it'd be cool if they were just unbothered by it all

[misc-obeyme]

LISTEN. (cw torture, barb thirst, mc infofump, mentions of murder and devildm politics, a bunch'a spoilers for Barbatos live ★ & Tea time w you-, obey me whump, conditioning, rant about newer fandom this ask is a wild ride)

But I also like the idea of him discovering what you’ve been doing & then questioning you about your methods. Like he’s impressed you would take matters into your own hands, but he is also an expert and can teach you many things~

Cue you getting taken on as the torturer’s apprentice. When you tell Solomon, he just goes pale and stammers out a joke about how he doesn’t like sharing his apprentice lol.

I'm gonna interrupt you like the potato i am but like???yes????? you do not understand my obsession with torture. I always thought I'm a masochist but I've recently figured i was wrong and Boy it Was the best feeling in rhe world to figure out whats wrong with me-

also my mc is both Sol's apprentice in magic and Barb's student in torture and baking. mhmhmmm. I also Do Not Like the brothers so much my mc was never an exchabge student. I did some black butler shit back there and now he lives in the castle. like two years before the exchange program- (no my canon doesnt follow the game's canon caue thats so very badly written) and he also helps w murdering people who are against Diavolo. and people just ?? can't believe it- there has to be some sort of a war shit going on. Dia is too kind to do this- also, if anyone figures they don't. Barb has POWERS-

and BOY DO I LOVE BARB FOR THAT. Also dia but he isnt important rn sjsksk. in the new event's card he said smth like he would cross his own boundries for the sake of Diavolo and Devildom. althought he didnt say for mc so 😔 but thats hot af still. But buT BUT vvv

villain wannabe. wdym darkness?? you said itll be for the sake of devildom! idk im misinterpenting or no but this is so side ways I'm a bit ????ing rn

also in Tea time with you when you ask him what the fuck he did that even being a 24/7 slave butler to Diavoli won'y undo the mistake he had done?? he laughs?? HEEHEEE???? what are you Michael Jackson? and the other option he goes straight to anger so idk whats with the huge difference in replies-

anyway angry Barb is also best Barb i dont make the rules. also he's the butler of their PRINCE noone gets to harm mc. they'd dissapear. go missing. possibly either killed or very altered. Came Back Wrong™ ohoho, imagine if some of the castle workers/maids etc used to be high ranked nobles and demons and they've done smth so wrong that lowered them to this. and they don't remember it?? and noone else does remember too. just some lost names. okay not to get far-

BUT LISTEN Barb has definitly done some conditioning bs out there you can not prove it otherwise. also, Mammon keeps getting punished by Lu and hasn't changed so imagine the pain those demons have to go through for that-

JSKSKAJ!! BARB IS HOT OKAY- HES SADISTIC. I live sadistic demon butlers . also the fact that he has a torture dungeon- and who says there aren't demons in the hidden prisons waiting for their turn? i imagine Barb would randomly take one, do the things™ and leave for the next few months. the second the demons think they're forgotten/ theyre doomed. its also not in order so yep more stress. so wha i was goimg to say is imagine a very sadistic and mentally ill™ mc whos very angry tortuing some " innocent" souls in the dungeons. also, I tend to imagine Barb has taught Lucifer a few forms of torture when he fell (cough, Believer cough-) so-

Barb is such an interesting character (like Sol) and the older fandom used to really put those aspects in mind but the newer fandom is stripped completely from darkfic. like. can we have more darkfic i am begging I want obey me whump I dont want mc angst i want mc whump i want these bad boys dying of pain and being saved the last minute i want more stories on devildom politics i want more dark! demons/dark! mc aus- like can we bring that back??? can we stop w 24/7 fluff/comfort/angst thats just mc's death ?? no hate to those but can we bring back the dark shit i want to see demons getting their asses whooped in barb's dungeon or Dia being manupilative af--😭😭😭

ok ok ill shut up now😂

There is so much happening in this ask, but for some reason I keep coming back to "HEEHEEE???? what are you Michael Jackson?" because wow that made me actually LOL for real.

I'm always going to be for canon divergence. I say do whatever makes you happy! Your MC must truly have their hands full learning all that stuff with Barbatos and Solomon. But like if you're gonna learn those things, might as well learn from the best, right???

The thing I like about Barbatos is that he is very versatile. They've kept him very mellow in the game, but he has so much potential to go dark if you want to write him that way. I mean they don't even confirm that he actually has a torture dungeon in the game... I'm pretty sure it's just Mammon who says he's rumored to have one. But like by leaving it open ended like that, we can speculate all we like about it, you know?

And traditionally, wasn't that the point of demons? Aside from tempting humans, they're supposed to torture souls, right? I mean, I don't know how accurate that actually is, but it's interesting to think about.

I'm not especially obsessed with torture and I think it's pretty clear from my writing that I'm generally on the fluffier side of things lol. But it's interesting to think about, especially considering the types of characters we're dealing with here. And I really like the exploration of morality and inner evil and that sort of thing when it comes to heavy stuff like torture.

I thought it was very interesting in Barbatos Live how he calls MC his good conscience. 'Cause in Tea Time with You, he very much indicates that he used to do crazy stuff all the time, but then the Incident happened and now he doesn't. So wouldn't his guilt over whatever happened be his good conscience, like it has been all this time before MC showed up? Is he saying that MC just makes him want to stick to that even more?

Though he also says that it's like demon nature to have some darkness, so I don't know if he's talking about his specific experience necessarily. It's more like he's saying he wants to fight against his own nature? I dunno.

OH DANG but I love that idea about the maids and such in the castle! Demons that messed up so bad, now Barb keeps them at the castle to work??? What was that about not giving into the darkness???? lk;asdfkjlfd

I'm afraid I can't really comment on the amount of darkfic present in the fandom at any given time... due to being a Fluffster Extraordinaire, I'm faaaar more likely to read sweet lovey romance fics than Barb torture dungeon fics. Which isn't to say that I don't like the Barb torture dungeon situation because I do indeed find it very intriguing lol. I'm just usually like yo I want that guy to bake for me and make me tea, I don't care what he does in his spare time.

In fact, I really like the idea of a sweet and doting house husband Barbatos that pampers MC all day every day while being a ruthless and loyal demon butler the rest of the time. Like the dungeon isn't a rumor but as long as he washes off the blood when he comes back, MC is like whatever lol.

Oh but I also like the idea of MC being just as bad as him, now that I think about it. Like MC isn't ignorant, they don't turn a blind eye, they are right there with him, actively participating. The torture couple aadsflkjdfkjldf

I dunno, I think I'm considering it in more of a humorous way than a serious way, though.

Anyway, it's fun to consider all aspects of Barbatos because he has so many facets! And I think it's fun to explore the different sides of him.

#I've just been feeling like I prefer MC to be a badass lately #so I think it'd be cool if they were just unbothered by it all #um okay I do feel like I need to cw this so #cw torture #tw torture #obey me #obey me barbatos #expressionless-fr #cc mutuals #misc answers

[bellysoupset]

I cannot find the ask who requested for sick Wendy + Bella caretaker, so maybe it never existed at all.... Anyway, have some pure sick bromance between my girls.

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"You think I should cut it?" Bella frowned at her reflection, glaring at her hair. She was standing inside of the changing room of the store, in just a swimsuit, so Wendy could help her pack for honeymoon.

"Your beautiful lion mane?" Wendy scoffed, curling up on the puff she was sitting on and absently minded going through the rack of reject bikinis standing next to her, "are you crazy?"

"Sometimes I feel like it stands out more than I do," Bella pouted, hands on her waist and then sighed, tugging on the swimsuit, "so what do you think?"

"I liked the blue one more," Wendy studied her from head to toe, "but I also think you're going to give Luke a stroke."

Bella opened a big, smug smile, looking over her shoulder to stare at her ass in the mirror, "good, then I'm taking it as well," she walked over to the private part of the changing rooms in order to get back in her clothes, "so how's the extra class you were gonna start taking coming along?"

"Which one of them?" Wendy asked, getting up and checking the price tag of a cute little pink bikini with a matching skirt.

"How many classes are you taking!?" Bella opened the curtain of her changing part, unbothered by the fact she was just in her bra and panties, "aren't you also doing the neurology residency!?"

"Well, you see, I have a lot of free time," Wendy shrugged, "and a lot of energy."

"You should join my boxing class then," Bella zipped up her black leather pants, "Jonah's there and I'm kicking his ass."

"No, you're not," Wendy giggled at the transparent lie, "no coach would ever match you up with Jonah, Bell, he's huge."

"Please," Bella rolled her eyes, putting on her band t-shirt and grabbing her purse as well as the picked swimsuits and bikinis, "I could kick his ass, I know I could," she walked over to Wendy and grabbed the smaller woman by her shoulders, "come up for a class."

"I'll think about it," Wendy wrinkled her nose in distaste. A gym wasn't exactly her idea of fun. Sure, she did hot yoga, but there was none of the loud upbeat music and shouting at each other to do more and better.

"So what else are you studying then, Tink?" Bella walked to the cashier part. Wendy handed her the piece she was planning to buy for herself when her friend flashed Luke's black card before her eyes with raised eyebrows, wordlessly putting it on his tab and Bell didn't comment besides snorting at it.

"Interior Design classes every Monday and Thursdays, yoga every Saturday morning, fashion drawing every Tuesday night... I wanted to try ballroom dancing, but my partner is in freaking Doveport and Jon said he already knows and it would be no fun."

Bella wrinkled her nose and shook her head when Wendy opened her mouth as if to ask her, "absolutely not."

"Boo," Wendy sighed, "I think we should take some class together, it'd be cool. Babs is in my hot yoga class and it's a lot of fun."

"Sure," Bella picked up the bags and they started to walk out of the door, "but not ballroom dancing, thank you. I'm actually participating in a coding challenge right now and-"

"A coding challenge," Wendy raised her eyebrows, "what's that?" They walked the short distance between the store and Wen's apartment building.

"Basically I have to try and design a mockup app with the monthly theme," Bella explained and Wendy frowned at that.

"I thought that was your job...?"

"No," Bell followed her inside the elevator, "I'm a backend developer, a frontend does the design and thinks the interface, I do the math that makes it work. But I like UI design, so that's why-"

"God, you're so nerdy," Wendy grumbled, resting against the metal and grimacing slightly as the movement made her stomach lurch, "I can't believe you didn't get shoved into lockers when you were younger, Bell."

The ginger rolled her eyes, "that's because I was always hot," she showed the other woman her tongue like a five year old, running a hand through her curls and then frowning, noticing Wendy's face had lost its usual pink tone.

Bella opted for not saying anything and they kept chatting, walking into Wendy's apartment. However, the longer they talked, the more Bell realized she was the one doing most of the talking, Wendy getting quieter and quieter.

"Wen," Bella pouted, after spending a good thirty minutes talking basically on her own, "do you want me to go? I don't need to spend the night if you're tired-"

"No!" Wendy exclaimed, shaking her head and moving on her spot on the couch, "sorry, no, I don't want you to leave. We planned you'd spend the night, I was looking forward to that, it's just-"

"It's just?" Bell leaned in, confused and Wendy grimaced, moving again as if she couldn't find a comfortable position, "what's wrong, Wen?"

"My stomach is bothering me," Wendy's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, "I don't know what's wrong, I know I didn't eat anything off, but it's all gurgly and kinda crampy."

"Oh," Bella raised her eyebrows, "do you think it could be hunger?"

Wendy shook her head, "no, definitely not hunger, I feel a little queasy..." she pouted, hugging her knees, "I'm sorry, its just my stomach- I- It's a bit of a sore topic."

"Your belly?" Bella frowned, more confused than before, "you feeling sick to your stomach is a sore topic?"

Wendy nodded, pouting and resting her cheek to her knee, "yeah..."

"Why?" Bella crawled on the couch, moving closer, "because you're chubby? That's silly, babe-"

"No," Wen scoffed, before pausing, "I mean, sorta? I used to have issues with my weight back when I was a teen, which led to becoming bulimic and, well, I don't have an eating disorder anymore, but every time I feel like I'm gonna barf, it makes me feel disgusting-"

"Okay," Bella raised a hand to interrupt her, "your order of priorities is a little skewered, Wen. You should've started by telling me you think you're going to puke..." she opened a small, amused smile, "let's go sit in the bathroom, c'mon."

"No," Wendy curled up more, "I'm fine, it's gonna pass- You're not gonna say anything about..?" she raised a judgmental eyebrow and Bell shrugged, standing up from the couch.

"I don't have anything to say," she said in a nonchalant manner, "I'm happy you don't do it anymore...?"

Wendy let out a snort, noticing how uncomfortable Bella seemed being in the emotional caretaker role. She rolled her eyes, "okay, Bells," but the humor quickly vanished, as her lunch flipped yet again. Wendy let out a sigh, curling up in a smaller ball, "I feel gross."

"You're not," Bella patted her head, "c'mon, let's go sit in the bathroom before you ruin your pretty rug."

Wendy didn't have the heart to tell Bell that sitting in the bathroom waiting to throw up really made her feel more awful, not less. She fidget uncomfortably as Bella rummaged through her cabinet drawers until she found a good claw clip to pull Wen's hair back.

Then she sat down as well on the cold ground and planted a hand on Wendy's back, "you feel a little warm, Wen."

"Isn't that just grand," Wendy groaned, leaning forward and staring at the still water of the toilet. She pushed away, fanning herself, "can you go sit in the living room? I don't want you to see me like this..."

"Nope," Bella popped the P at the end of the word, pulling Wendy to lie against her, "sucks for you, but I'm not going anywhere. Come here- Come here-" Bell pulled her closer, draped across her lap and planted a hand on Wendy's unsettled tummy, "I do this for Luke all the time and it helps."

"That's because your husband is an overgrown puppy, I'm not," Wendy groaned, but she couldn't help but melt at the soft touch. Even if her whole face was aflame, Bella was being really delicate, moving her fingers to the sorest spots as if she already knew them by memory.

The ginger slid down slightly, muffling a yawn and pressing the heel of her hand to Wendy's tummy. The pale skin was pushing out, bloated, and every time Bell pressed it she could feel a string of gurgles under her fingers, traveling up-

"Oh, you silly idiot," Bella scoffed, flicking at Wendy's ear, "the belly rub doesn't help if you don't burp. That's the entire point of it!"

"You're killing me," Wendy groaned, pressing her face to Bell's leg and hiding the angry blushing overtaking her cheeks. Bella snorted at that, continuing the rub.

"I'm trying to help," she whispered, "tell me know if I'm making it worse."

"Not worse," Wendy squirmed, then a burp rushed up before she could muffle it and she let out a whine at the loud noise, covering her face, "oh God- I'm sorry-"

"You're so silly," Bella chuckled, "that's nothing, Wen.”

Wendy cringed, pressing her face further to Bella’s thigh and continuing to burp, trying to muffle them. The burps, that at first were making her feel better, got progressively wetter, until one brought her lunch with it and Wendy scrambled up, slapping a hand over her lips and rushing for the toilet. 

She didn’t vomit, it went back down, but left her feeling shaky, nausea causing cold sweat to break on her forehead and over her upper lip, flooding her mouth with a horrible taste. 

“Wen,” Bell planted a hand in the middle of her back, “what do you need? What’s wrong?”

Wendy groaned, lifting herself slightly so she could press her sick stomach against the porcelain and resting her forehead on her hand, elbow on the seat, “can’t puke… Wanna puke, I feel-” she spat again, the act of speaking causing more saliva to come up, “feel sick…”

“Okay,” Bells continued to rub her back, short nails making a scratching motion, “do you think drinking something might help it come up?”

She felt so horrid, talking about vomiting like that. Wendy nodded, before letting out a groan, almost a sob. Not quite crying, but close. At least this time it wasn’t her fault she was sick, silver linings. 

“Babe,” Bella sighed, returning from the bathroom sink with a glass of water, “hey, you’re okay, it’s just a stomach bug. Happens to everyone…” 

Wendy took the glass with shaky, sweaty fingers and forced herself to gulp it down. The first sip was actually good, pushing back the horrible taste and the stickiness in her mouth, only for the throat to seemingly close up, tongue curling with disgust, making it incredibly hard for the to swallow more-

“Fuck,” Wendy haphazardly shoved the glass in Bella’s general direction, not even sure if she took it or not before letting go and her whole back arching with a violent heave. Nothing came up, but it set off a chain reaction, her belly squeezing before she could catch her breath and another two gags, until a wet burp brought up a huge gush of half digested french fries and a milkshake.

The sheer volume made her feel like she was drowning and Wendy coughed, hacking again and letting out a string of moans as even more puke rushed up, splashing on her fingers, and making her head swim with the lack of oxygen.

“I got you, I got you,” Bella said softly, cupping her forehead and flushing the toilet, helping Wendy lean over it, “get it up, Tink, you’ll feel better soon.”

“Urgh,” Wendy spat in the now clear swirling water, struggling to breathe. Her nose was stinging and it felt blocked, she felt cold all over… “Can I have more- More wa-” she never did finish that sentence, her stomach contracting violently and more puke rushed up, this time actually choking her. 

Wendy folded almost completely with a coughing fit, feeling Bell thump her back and force her to straighten up in order to clear her airways, “big breaths, babe,” Bella tipped her chin back, forcing Wendy to look up, and some clear air to make it through. 

The smaller girl groaned as oxygen came back, her spine giving up on her and she fell back, only for Bella to grab her by the wrists and stop her from swan diving and hitting her head against the porcelain. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck — Hey, Wen? You with me?”

“Uhm,” Wendy closed her eyes, dizzy and nauseous, still gulping for air. She leaned to the left, her cheek meeting something soft, so Wen let her weight drop against it, “feel…” a little burp interrupted her, “really shitty.”

She heard Bella let out a relieved sigh at her being responsive, then the ginger’s hands on her face, something wet wiping her lips and chin. Wendy frowned, a new wave of humiliation washing over her, “don’t do that…”

“Shush it,” Bell scoffed, pulling her to lie against her, “you’re done? Surely you must be empty…”

“Don’t know…” Wen mumbled, planting a hand to her tummy. Bella had pushed up her top and it was still up, which made Wendy feel even worse. She must be a sight. Under her hand, there was a string of bubbles and gurgles, rushing up and causing her to let out a little sickly burp, “don’t feel done.”

“There ain’t no way,” Bella scoffed, but there was an amused tone to her words, “well, okay, do you want to just wait it out here or-”

Wendy forced her eyes open, feeling more than a little dizzy. It took her a second to realize she was pressed against Bella’s side, her cheek against her friend’s boob, causing her whole face to turn pink with embarrassment. She pulled back, then leaned forward over the toilet once more and shoved a finger inside her mouth, only for Bella to yank at her hand. 

“No, absolutely not,” Bella’s voice was harsh now, none of the previous lighthearted air, “you’re not doing that.”

“I don’t feel good…” Wendy whined, spitting in the water, “I want it out…”

“I don’t care, you’re not doing that,” Bella scoffed, then in a calmer tone she said, “let me rub your tummy, okay? Maybe it’ll help.” 

“No, Bell, I-” Wendy heaved, a mouthful of watery vomit falling in the water and leaving her panting, “I need to puke, my stomach feels sour and like it’s burning…” 

“Alright,” Bella had a practical tone that caused Wendy to groan, like she was a little engineering problem for her friend to solve. The ginger got behind her, pushing the glass of water back to Wendy, “big gulps.”

“Not- Not gonna-”

“Big gulps,” Bella repeated, voice firm, “c’mon, Wendy.”

Wendy sighed, blowing out another airy burp and then forcing herself to drink the rest of the water. It landed in her stomach like acid, causing more of the burning sensation that tickled her throat and Wendy groaned, leaning more-

Bella touched her belly, her fingers no longer that soft, pressing the heel of her hand to Wendy’s bloated upper stomach, right where it rounded out of her rib cage. The pressure caused a gurgly burp to come up and Wen moaned, squeezing the toilet seat with both hands, as Bell continued to literally squeeze her tummy. 

She couldn’t breathe properly, making a slightly wheezy sound, and then her stomach contracted once more, sharply, and Wendy moaned her way as another gush exploded out of her mouth. This time it was mostly sour, salty water, but the first gush opened the gates for the rest and she continued to gag, puking little mouthfuls of chunkier stuff, until she finally let out a deafening heave, whole back curling as her stomach forced up the last of it.

Wendy groaned, her knees giving in and she felt Bella wrap her up with an arm, flushing the toilet, “there you go,” the ginger pressed a kiss to the top of her head and Wendy would have started crying, if she wasn’t half convinced she already was. 

She whimpered, pushing her face against Bella’s stomach and falling into an awkward position across the woman’s lap. Bell seemed unbothered, combing her fingers through Wendy’s hair, then moving her hand to her tummy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Pathetic, disgusting, horrible-”

Bella glared at her, “that’s all bull,” she said sharply, “I wanna know how’s your belly.”

“Ah… Better. Not settled,” Wendy sighed, curling up her knees, “I think it’s the flu.”

“I think it’s the flu too,” Bell agreed, “you’re really warm. Think you can stand up? You need to get out of these clothes and into bed.”

“Not now,” Wendy mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut when shaking her head no caused the bathroom to blur, “I’m sorry you had to-”

“Madre de Dio, Wendy!” Bella cried out, “babe, you didn’t gross me out or whatever, just stop fucking apologize. It’s fine, you got sick, that happens.”

Wendy let out a whine, forcing her eyes open, all feverish and emotional and wanting to die, “you don’t think I’m gross? I mean, I-”

“Wendy,” Bella grabbed her cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet, “what world do you live in where we’re running beauty contests on the bathroom floor?”

The phrase caused Wendy to let out a chuckle, pulling back and forcing herself to sit up. She wiped at her forehead, desperately wanting out of her the clothes that were sticking to her, “I guess.”

“You guess,” Bella repeated, dryly and rolling her eyes, “that’s a ten for Wendy Marshall for puking her guts up with class and elegance, minor sobbing and almost no mess.”

Wendy’s cheeks caught on fire and she glared at her friend, “shut up, Bella.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Bell scoffed, getting up and extending her hand to help her up, “c’mon, let's get you in a shower and then in bed.”

#sickfic #stomach flu #emeto #emetophilia #belly rubs #wendy marshall #mywriting

[frenziedslashers]

this is a super specific request but if you ever feel like it I think it would be really cool to see Jack with a reader who's an archaeologist/eridian specialist employed by hyperion <3

Ooh, I really like this idea! I actually had a sort of idea with this yesterday when I was playing Borderlands The Pre-sequel! Thank you for this wonderful ask, anon <3

Jack with an eridian Specialist S/O:

You were so intelligent, he just couldn't get over it. The way the purple of the element that you worked with contrasted with your everyday attire seemed to stick with him everywhere he went. Anytime he say the color purple, or anything with eridian. All he could think of was you and how at ease you always made him feel. You seemed to see him for who he really was, after all.

"What are you doing after work?" He asked you, nonchalant. He was always so confident in himself. You never knew if you should respect him for it or roll your eyes. "Nothing that I know of. I might work on some of the research I have for the current project I'm working on." You tell him, and he chuckles. "You're cute, you know that?" You hadn't a clue why wanting to get ahead on your work was cute, but it still had you feeling a bit bashful, nonetheless.

"Well, I was going to see if you'd like to go on a date with me? Nothing too fancy, just something I thought you'd like." You hadn't realized he would be the type to accommodate for others, but he'd been surprising you a lot these past few weeks. You said yes, and many, many more dates happened after that. Jack praising you for your work, and even helping out a little. While you praised him for his own and helped him when it was needed.

The two of you spent all the time you could with one another. He was grateful that Moxxi had left him when she did. If she hadn't, he didn't think he would have ever met you or even thought of being in a relationship with someone as geeky as you. Every scientist was geeky to him. You were no acceptation. Just instead, you were his geek.

"So, sugar," Jack rolled his eyes as Moxxi's words. The only reason he was talking with her was because she was helping he and the Vault Hunter with the issues on Helios. "Cut the sugar crap. I told you to stop." He clenched his jaw. "And why's that? I thought you liked it when I called you pet names." "Well, I have someone else who calls me pet names, Moxxi. Now cut it out." He snarled, and this left the girl at a loss for words. Someone new? Since when did Jack have a new partner?

"You do?" She tried to seem unbothered, but also ask some question to get more information. "Yeah, they're great and they actually care about me." Moxxi scoffed at this information, and Jack smiled. Getting a kick out of the girl seeming to be bothered by Jacks words as he sat at the bar. Waiting for the Vault Hunter to return. "I feel bad for them, truly." She told him with an eyeroll. Busying herself by cleaning up the bar. Jack only smirked, taking amusement in her discomfort. "Well, they don't seem to mind me. They're perfect. Perfect mind, smile, sense of humor, body. They're thoughtful and caring, I even got them a necklace that they wear around everywhere." He told Moxxi. Moxxi took notice in how genuine he sounded, and how his smirk turned into a dreamy smile. His eyes starring off into space as he thought of you. It was then when she finally realized that Jack had moved onto better things. Better people.

Jack felt his body tense up when someone had tapped his shoulder. Expecting to see the Vault Hunter, but it was you instead. His serious expression softened into a look of adoration, with his signature charm. Of course. "Baby!" He shouted, standing from his seat to greet you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Moxxi stared at the both of you for a second. He was never like this with her. Maybe he was a changed man. "I didn't expect you to actually come here, what happened? I thought you were staying with Janey? I told you it'd be safer with her." He told you with a slight frown, paying no mind to the girl behind the bar who was now sulking and wandering off and away from you two.

"Well, you dork, Janey works here, too. Remember?" You told him with a grin. "I came here to get something to drink and saw you talking to the bartender with a dreamy smile," you raised a brow. "Is there something I don't know about?" You shifted your weight on both feet, and he smiled. Holding your hips with his hands. Pulling you closer to him. "No, nothing at all. I was just telling her about you, and how much I adore you, pumpkin pie." He cooed, leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of your lips, and you smiled back.

"So, how're the eridian experiments going?" He asked, and you shrugged. "Well, nothing's really changing. I tried using the slag that you sent to Janey to convert to the bullets you use for your wrist shooter and I just can't seem to figure it out. I mean I can, but I'm trying to figure out how I can switch it so you can use the slag to stun an enemy, and then shoot them with regular bullets to give more damage. Without having to take the time of putting in the different bullets." You told him, and he started snickering. Furrowing your brow as you looked up to the other who was sitting on his bar stool again. Giving him a height advantage.

"What's so funny? Did I say something?" "No, no, you didn't say anything," He told you. Watching as you climbed onto the bar stool beside him. Scooting the chairs closer. "I just think it's adorable when you talk about your work. Did you know you get a crease in between your eyebrows. Right," He reached over to poke your forehead. "There." You felt a little self conscious, looking down, and then back to the other. "Well, sort of, I guess. I don't really pay attention." He hummed, "Don't feel bad about it, baby. You look cute when you do. Plus, I may not know what you're talking about half the time, but it's super hot when you talk about all that science-y crap." You rolled your eyes this time. Leaning towards him when he pulled you over to kiss the side of your head.

"But this isn't really even that science-y, Jack. It's just me trying to figure out how to add a rotator into your blaster so you can rotate the ammunition within it. I have the ideas, but I can't figure out how to process them." You pouted a bit as you worried over it all, and he sighed. Grabbing your hand in his which caused you to look his way. His other hand reached up to cup the side of your face. "Baby," He paused, making sure you were paying attention to him and you weren't going to start rambling again. "If there's anything I've learned about you in the past year of knowing you, and a couple of months of dating you. I know you'll figure it out. You always do." He told you with a smile, and you smiled back. He was right. You were always too stubborn to give up.

Before Jack could lean in and kiss you like he wanted to. Athena had returned, clearing her throat while looking between the two of you. "Am I interrupting something?" Jack let out a groan, glancing over to the girl. "Kind of..." "Well, that's too bad, isn't it. I got everything you needed, what's your next plan. Or would you rather get laid than save innocent lives." Jack couldn't argue with that. Even if he wanted to, he knew you wouldn't let him. Pursing his lips before leaning down to press a quick kiss on your forehead. "I'll meet you at Janey's later tonight." "I'll be waiting."

#Handsome Jack #handsome jack x reader #borderlands #borderlands the pre sequel #x reader #sorry if this isn't the best #I'm trying my best with Jack

[mishkakagehishka]

Hihi Korka!!! I bring you another Natsume request because I love your writing and also this has concept has been marinating in my head all night;

A student of the Producer course who decides to produce for Switch, but kind of ends up falling for Natsume; but Natsume seems oblivious to the Producer's attempts at hinting to their crush. But Natsume himself is also harboring a perceived one-sided crush, leading to a bunch of misunderstandings and pining shenanigans~

I hope this all made sense lol. Thank you once again, Korka <3

Whew!! Ay, I'm ngl. I looked at this and went "Oh this would go so hard as a 20k slowburn idiots to idiots-in-love multichapter" but if I were to write multichapters, it'd take literal years, I think, so. Best I can do is implied past pining and a confession scene preceded by a misunderstanding that gets resolved relatively quickly. OTZ

Word count: 1737 Summary: How do you ask out someone who seems to be completely unaware of all your advances? Directly. Be warned: the really oblivious ones won't even get that one. "KitTEN" count: 2 Notes: they/them pronouns! I hope this is fine, again. I'm always a bit more nervous ab writing for mewchies, I feel like I need to wow you </3

Being in the producer course meant being fought over and for by the various students and units who frequented the idol course. That was simply the natural order in Yumenosaki school – as each year a lot more applicants would apply for the idol course over any of the other courses. And, of course, it’s best to have a producer who’s only dedicated to your unit. However, that simply isn’t possible in a lot of situations, and a single student of the producer course will often have to juggle multiple units – which prompted the cycling method to be implemented. So, instead of a single producer having to split their attention into working with multiple units at the same time, all of the producer students would simply switch who they were producing every once in a while. But, despite that, if a single producer clicks well enough with a unit, and vice-versa, they can claim exclusive rights on one another. This was, naturally, another way to encourage developing professional relationships amongst classmates, as switching units and producers right when they’d gotten used to each other was generally considered bothersome.

This is the path that the unit Switch decided to walk on when they chose their permanent producer. And this was quite the feat, considering not just Switch’s popularity, but also the fact that their leader was one of the so-called Five Eccentrics. As the name said, he was quite the eccentric young man, and he never really made an effort to become closer to any of the producers. Except for that one. It was as if that one enchanted him. It was obvious to everyone except to him, who thought he was being so cool about his changing feelings. Although, to his credit, thanks to his general odd behaviour, nobody really figured out why he was treating them so specially. It certainly took him a few weeks to realise, too – but Natsume Sakasaki had a crush for, what was probably, the first time in years, if not ever.

It didn’t start off that way, of course, at first that Producer was just one of the many who were assigned to Switch. And he didn’t even think to bother getting close to them, despite Tsumugi and Sora welcoming them with open hands – as they treated every producer. The Producer was just as professional, seemingly not caring for Natsume’s cold behaviour towards them one bit. After a few days of that, Natsume realised he was getting frustrated with their behaviour. He just couldn’t figure out why it bothered him that they were so unbothered by him ignoring them. But the week passed, and they switched units, and… he couldn’t forget about them. In fact, he couldn’t stop comparing every next producer to them. “That’s not how they would do THAT,” and “They were so much more skilled and fasTER,” – most of the student body noticed that he’d somehow gotten even pickier and stricter with the producers.

So, when the cycle closed, and that Producer was assigned Switch again, he changed his behaviour towards them ever so slightly. Instead of ignoring them, he was now watching them almost too closely, as if waiting for a mistake to be made. In part, that was what he was doing. Natsume had noticed that none of the producers were good enough for Switch (for him), except for this specific Producer. But he still wanted to be sure that he wasn’t being selfish or centring himself – they were a unit, after all – and so he spent the week carefully observing them. How they planned, how they talked to the higher-ups as well as the members of the unit, how they adapted to sudden changes in plans and how quick they were at coming up with solutions to problems that commonly arise in the business. And he was pleased with the results.

By the end of the week, Natsume had sat down with Tsumugi and Sora to talk the matter of offering the Producer the title of Switch’s producer over. And the offer was made on Friday, accepted on Monday.

But Natsume hadn’t realised that he had a crush on them until weeks later, at which point he cursed himself for not trying to cast a spell on them sooner – by then it would have worked – and the fact that he had to start trying to win them over only from when he found out his own feelings. Even though he tried to make his intentions known to their Producer from that moment onward, he was being very charming, and rather subtle about it. Too subtle, maybe even, as the Producer never really noticed his attempts at flirting. Which frustrated him more than the way they shrugged off his behaviour back during their first week as colleagues.

Perhaps, most frustrating of all (or, it would have been frustrating to him had he known) was the fact that his flirting didn’t fly over their head for no reason, or even because they weren’t interested. Rather the opposite, actually. The Producer never noticed because they were too busy trying to subtly let him know of their own crush on Natsume. So, their back-and-forth attempts at flirting and seducing one another without even realising their love was reciprocated was quite the sight to behold – and one Tsumugi and Sora had fun observing.

“KitTEN,” one of the more obvious methods Natsume employed in his flirting was that pet name for them, “tell ME, what’s your favourite coLOUR?” He’d cornered them in their classroom just to ask such a simple question. “Hm,” the Producer thought for a moment, looking deeply into his eyes, as if hypnotised, “Yellow. A similar shade to your eyes, actually.” Well, it was possible that the Producer wasn’t as subtle as Natsume was oblivious. It was as if he didn’t even hear that their favourite colour just so happened to match the colour of his eyes, he was instead thinking of flower language and which yellow bouquet best to buy for his Producer – framed as a gift of gratitude for their support, naturally. “YelLOW…” he mumbled while dragging a chair over, placing it between their and the desk in front of them so he can sit directly opposite them. “It’s a colour that would really emphasise your beauTY.” They laughed. “Is that all you came to ask?” “It IS.” He made no effort to get up from his seat and leave. His eyes never left theirs. “You won’t mind if I ask you something, then?” “Of course NOT. Ask aWAY.”

It took a moment for the Producer to settle into asking, fidgeting slightly with the textbook that sat on their desk, waiting for the class to start. “I wanna ask this guy out.” Natsume frowned. “What do you think is the best way to do that?” It’s not that he was in shock. He was just a bit surprised, really. Did they seriously never notice his flirting? He already noticed his magic doesn’t work on them, but was he really being too subtle? “Who do you want to ASK? I can’t give you advice without knowing any deTAILS.” He quickly pulled himself together. While he wanted to be supportive, he couldn’t deny how disappointed he was. “That’s not really important, I just want to know your opinion. Do you think I should give him something, like a chocolate or a letter or-“ “KitTEN, you’re being awfully cruel by asking me for advice on asking someone else OUT,” though said like a joke, it was more of a warning. He didn’t like the conversation anymore. “I’m just curious!” “Well, maybe you should go ask him, then,” Natsume snapped, before he had a chance to stop himself. And though he bit his tongue, it was too late to make a difference. He didn’t apologise, however, instead he just lowered his head, yet still keeping an eye on the Producer from the corner of his eye. They… didn’t seem to have taken it personally. In fact, they were laughing. “Okay,” they said between giggles, “I didn’t know you got jealous so easily. So, how do you want to be asked out?”

It took him a few seconds to realise just what they were trying to say with that. And when it clicked, his face flushed a bright red. Whether it was shame at his outburst or the embarrassment of having confirmation of his feelings being reciprocated shown so suddenly, he wasn’t certain. All of the natural charm he’s shown in the past while openly flirting with them seemed to have evaporated in that moment, as he just sat there in total silence, head still turned to his lap, where his hands were folded politely. The Producer called out his name. “Wh-what?” “Well? How do you want to be asked out?” “… Maybe don’t start by pretending you’re going to ask out somebody ELSE. It’s a bit of a mood kiLLER.” “Sure thing!” They laughed again, which eased Natsume’s nerves as well. He breathed out a bit, trying to hide what was left of his blush with his hand. Once again, a bit too late to make a difference. “Do you want to walk with me to the station after school today?” “I’d love TO. But I’m going to take you on a proper date this weekEND.” He tried his best to save face, and whatever was left of his pride, by attempting to appear as assertive as possible with the offer. He was thankful they played along. Seeing them smile in agreement was enough to have Natsume relax.

Truth be told, he never really imagined that his feelings would be reciprocated. Instead, he thought of the Producer as entirely out of his league; a being that floated above him and whom he was really only allowed to gaze at from a distance. And to think it would be them themselves who would end up reaching out their hand to him, that it would be them who’d be asking him out. He’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t overjoyed. But the clock’s hands nearly overlapped, signalling the start of the lessons for that day, and serving as Natsume’s cue to leave for his own classroom. With one last promise to meet him for lunch, he bowed out and left as quickly as he’d arrived, still composed on the outside, but nearly screaming of excitement on the inside. He was already anticipating the weekend.

#i love natsume but writing his dialogue is so. i have to keep a dictionary website open for syllable breakdowns </3 #ensemble stars #enstars fanfiction #nastume sakasaki #sakasaki natsume #natsume sakasaki x reader #reader insert #my writing

[k00293721]

Disrupt 26/10/2023

This week I was meant to do the Introduction to Photoshop workshop but it was cancelled so I was sort of lost on what to do for the week. The workshops sort of served as a foundation for ideas but without one I was sort of just wandering.

Eventually I just focused on making up concepts or ideas I could try next. I ended up doing Stop and Hold It finally. Originally they were meant to be male presenting but I decided to make them all female presenting.

Also while I was thinking of new outfits to give the other two I thought about how I could actually make them in a tarot card format. I knew I wanted to do some sort of illustration but I wasn't sure what exactly. I also feel as though I haven't experimented with that many media. So I'm going to try painting for my next thing.

Along with that revelation I thought it'd be helpful to explain why I designed the characters the way I did accompanied with some quick sketches. I'm not sure if I mentioned before but the face shape was based on safety pictogram signs and so is the colour scheme.

Hey: so basically since it could be interpreted as cautious, friendly, demanding, or authoritative depending on the tone it is used I made her somewhat carefree and unbothered. One could call her the head of the group because she can represent all of them and more.

Wait: from my observations of the people around me using the word wait, it's usually in a passive, warning or anxious state. I made her wear a kind of more modest outfit compared to the original design. I'm trying to capture a sort of guardian angel type feel, the voice of reason before you potentially do something that could harm you. The disruption for good.

Stop: Is usually said in an annoyed or angry tone. It's a simple word which stops people from what they're doing. It can be a negative thing or to prevent disaster similar to wait, just more forceful I guess. Anyway I gave her a simple design, tank top and military cargo pants. I had the vibes of someone strong and I made her short just because everyone else was giants for some reason.

Hold it: the thing with, hold it/on is it isn't used that often but when I do hear it it's followed by an instruction. Regardless it also stops you from what you're doing in a more authoritative way because of the following action. Hence I gave her a suit, when I think of authority I usually think of people with suits.

In the end they all have something in common, they're a disruption in the way that they try to prevent bad things from happening. And when I came to that conclusion I thought it'd be cool to make them into cards depicting them as like protectors or something like that. It's a start anyway.

#lsad #disrupt #art #character design

[redemptioninterlude]

Five times blurted to sookhee 🫶😘

5 times ... meme ( no longer accepting ) + @wndrbcy // jade five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender

"This isn't serious." OUCH. She knows how that sounds. But Sookhee likes to make things clear, to define the boundaries of things, before it becomes complicated. A certain weight to that kind of potential problem that she hasn't the capacity within which to deal with, her cooled gaze darting in his direction, knowing that there, too, was a truth in it that he's never even implied that it might be like that with her. But better to cut ahead of things, she reasons, unbothered if he might turn to her and consider her perhaps too forwards instead... and honestly, given the circumstances, he ought to know by now that she's no shrinking violet, her stern expression settling over the passive one of his own. "But thanks for the fun time regardless. I didn't think that someone like you would have interests like this, but... you know what? Maybe it's not so bad. You're not going to go running your mouth to anybody about this. And neither am I. Let's call it the perfect discretionary experience for us both."

"Why did you call me?" They were meant to be a one time thing. Something fun, but nothing warranting a repeat, even if it'd been a rather strict, but enjoyable session for the both of them. After all, she couldn't afford the attention a pop star like him had to OFFER UP should the both of them get caught, peeling off the gloves she's got on at the front of his door, stepping inside with the decisiveness of a woman who'd already decided what she wanted, stepping closer so that her fingers could run through his hair, her lips curving into the slightest of smiles. "I suppose I'm lucky that you still had the number. I'm surprised I even had it." and it's not the nicest thing to be said, but Jade, she knew, was some who seemed better suited towards the truth rather than fanciful words of comfort, her grip tightening at the base of his skull as she leaned in to sear a kiss against his mouth. "... whatever. Who cares. Let's have fun."

"I missed you." The words even surprise her. But they've been at this for how long now? Across cities, in different spaces ; she links a phone number that only he has to her line, digitally access and pulled from, and... it's almost nice, to entertain someone like this. And that's all this was, right? A little bit of extra curricular activities for whenever THE STARS ALIGNED and allowed for it. But it's getting easier to read him, and harder to ignore that they've met more than she has with anybody else in all too long. And it's not as if she particularly minded if he had other lovers and people in between. It wasn't as if she'd hold it against him, either, if it took time between each meeting and momentary affair caught between each call, each tour, each new world location. Jade never asking how she was there, or what was happening that allowed them such deliverance - he'd only ever send a schedule, and ask if she was available. But it was nice, wasn't it? Hearing from him... lips pressing to the curve of his neck, head tilting to whisper in his ear. "... I can't wait for you to show me how much you missed me too."

"Was that a good idea?" His bandmates are leaving ; the two of them caught, their stares EVER CURIOUS when examining the two of them together. Sookhee, clad in business clothes, as if she were a rich patron rather than a temporary comfort, her lips curving, red-slicked with lipstick, downwards. Wouldn't they have questions? Or was that nothing that really seemed to concern him, Jade's indifference to the affair halfway a comfort, half infuriating. But whatever. Let that be a problem for him with questions that he'd dodge just as apathetically, the elevator doors closing behind them as her hand found itself wrapped about his wrist, jerking him closer to her with a sharp edged grin fixed upon her features. "... now. Do you still have the things you wore in that photo for me? You're such a good boy... I want to see them on you in person. You brought them, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry." She didn't mean for this. Any of this, not knowing that he'd have to go on the run like this with her, fingers curving along her skull, because really... what could she say? Knowing that it as a risk to divulge these things to him, but honestly, WHAT OTHER CHOICE WAS THERE given how much he was giving up for her? Given that he's killed for her now. Motioning for him to take a seat, her fingers curving through Jade's own, slotting them closer so that she could give him something to hold to as she carefully dissected her words, knowing that once the shock wore off, that he'd have more questions, and feel further betrayed unless she got ahead of it. Be smart, Sookhee wanted to tell herself. Kill him, move on. But... she couldn't, could she? "I think I need to explain to you what it is that I do for a living. Actually. Not the things I told you before. Are you ready?"

#wndrbcy #❝ s. min ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ it's stupid without proof or contract ! #❝ s. min ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ how could you come knock on my door !

[centi-pedve]

4 the ask game, maybe one of the extremists? whoevers ur fave lol. or all four of em! whatever u want

All four of em... whenever we get an opportunity to write an absurdly long post, we're gonna. we loooove talking we won't shut up

COMMUNISM

Sexuality Headcanon: Uranic if we're remembering that right like. MLM and MLNB essentially. As well as ace-spec. We cannot imagine Commie with a woman in any capacity don't know why but that's just how it is. And also he seems like the type who would not seek out sex nor have any desire to but if his partner were to want it then he would be unbothered and he'd be okay doing it for them when asked.

Gender Headcanon: Just seems like a cis guy to us. Very cis guy.

A ship I have with said character: Tbh we don't like explicitly ship things within Centricide we just sort of go with the flow but we guess both Leftunity and Authunity lets us vibe. We vibe with Leftunity just because you know it's The Ship and we don't have any gripes with it and we like Authunity because we like reading the Authunity fics. Smiling bigly and widely and hoping you understand.

A BROTP I have with said character: Authright would also just be a cool BROTP because you know they vibe well with the whole bootcrushing thing and they can bond over being pieces of shit. We like how they interact in Centricide in that way you know? Bros. Homies.

A NOTP I have with said character: It's so hard to come up woth NOTPs with Centricide characters because our viewpoint is that all Centricide ships are valid and it depends on how it's expressed but we guess if we had to pick one...? Maybe with Nazbol? Because it just seems those two wouldn't be able to romance. Nazbol doesn't seem like the type to be able to romance anyone tbf he's just a quirky lil guy.

A random headcanon: Used to be a scrawny little creature--!

General Opinion over said character: Decent character. Surprised we didn't like him more because generally he's our type of character but we just didn't feel that strong connection. No complaints though.

ANCOM

Sexuality Headcanon: Omnisexual tbh, pref for male-aligned but can go for literally anyone if quee vibes enough with them. Also definitely polyamorous.

Gender Headcanon: Anarchogender lol lmao

A ship I have with said character: Well Leftunity again like we said before. But also we really like the polycule and esp with Anqueer we think those two would TOTALLY vibe with each other romantically and honestly a little better than Leftunity because it seems a bit more balanced relationship-wise? The two just have more in common y'know.

A BROTP I have with said character: Honestly same with ships we still think the ships would still be awesome as friendships but we think Ancap is a good BROTP. Like the two kind of hate each other but they fuck with each other as well. Lil drug buddies. We like looking at art of the two of them getting absolutely fucking blasted with each other.

A NOTP I have with said character: We don't explicitly think the ship is bad (like we said we ain't a ship hater generally) but we don't really get Libunity that well. Maybe we just can't Understand it like we're cringe in that way but we just can't see how the two would get along in a relationship. We feel like Ancom is the type to kind of get turned away by excessive wealth so it'd be uncomfortable for Ancom you know?

A random headcanon: Catkin. Stfu

General Opinion over said character: Hot take we don't actually like Ancom that much like we aren't an Ancom hater but we don't really like. LIKE Ancom if that makes sense. Don't know why... Soz guys we know quee is like the Tumblr one but we just aren't Ancompilled enough.

ANCAP

Sexuality Headcanon: Definitely pansexual like so hard. This guy just fucks he doesn't care about gender or anything. But also aro. Aromantic pansexual. He just seems like he wouldn't be interested in people romantically but is definitely interested in them sexually and that's pretty based and cool. But also not self aware of it at all and people think he disregards people and only sees them as sex objects but he just genuinely can't form those sorts of attractions.

Gender Headcanon: We just see him as a cis guy but we like to see other interpretations of Ancap's gender. Just not really feeling strongly on anything ourselves.

A ship I have with said character: Not really a shipping guy with Ancap esp because of the aro interpretation but if we disregarded that then probably with Anpac. They seem cute together lol it's one of the few Centricide ships we've seen that we genuinely got really excited over.

A BROTP I have with said character: Ancom like we said before and also with the lib gang obvi!! Him and Libertarian are def little bestie businessmen guys they love exploiting people together. Just girly things...

A NOTP I have with said character: Once again no hate but we're not the most Commie and Ancap guy in town. Not really something that seems like it'd work out from our perspective.

A random headcanon: Owns this stupid fucking spoon we hate

General Opinion over said character: Pretty swag guy. Not really a fave but we chill. Also he was our favorite Centricide character when we first watched Centricide over a year ago but only because we were an unironic Ancap and we were like omg! He's just like us except rich xoxo We love it when Capitalism! (we no longer love it when capitalism)

AUTHRIGHT

Sexuality Headcanon: Gonna stay consistent with the art we just uploaded and go with bisexual. He definitely embodies that one meme that's like "guys will say they're fighting demons and the demons are bisexuality" or however it goes. Definitely a preference for women but that small little manloving part of him causes him to think that a little bit of gay thoughts is normal so he tries to use that to disprove other people's bisexuality.

Gender Headcanon: Cis man generally but we can and will drool over the idea of transmasc Authright.

A ship I have with said character: Authunity again because of the fics but UGHHH the international union of nationalists... Okay we like it with Homonat because it's just so quirky like homosexual thoughts in denial vs homosexual thoughts front and center like that's a little bit quirky n stuff... also Conservative we don'ttt really see it as well as would like Homonat x Conservative but we also think Authright x Conservative is interesting because two dudes who don't like the gays being gay with one another? Very fun very cool because you have to have like TWO STEPS of denial abolishment to get there. And Moderate is cute because big scary guy and little guy aahahaha... we feel like we sound so weird right now like maybe a little bit creepy and shit but we just very much enjoy nationalist pairings.

A BROTP I have with said character: Once again we pretty much think ships can translate well to BROTPs but also Libright could potentially be a bromie with Authright depending on how it goes.

A NOTP I have with said character: Ancom probably wouldn't be a good idea.

A random headcanon: Fortnite player

General Opinion over said character: We love pathetic little motherfuckers who deserve pain so we quite enjoy Authright.

#sorry to anyone who read all this

[tentacle-stylograph]

(non-spoiler thoughts on Puss In Boots: The Last Wish, specifically very superficial impressions about El Lobo. some scene-specific discussions, but nothing revealing about the plot or characters, i don't think. this isn't me saying it's a bad movie, and i even recommend it to anyone, 'cause so far i've been the only person i've heard or seen say they didn't like it; even many people who don't care for animation like it a LOT. this post is just me rambling)

hm. it's been odd to be an animation person who was actually bored by Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, especially since it's so colorful, and i often seem to be taken in by technically well-crafted and colorful animations

i'd like to rewatch the movie to see if i can appreciate it more a second time, but anyway

watched a collection of clips of El Lobo last night to see if i'd think he's any better than i did in the theater and, yeah, i just don't find him as cool as other people do. i was resting my chin in my head watching the clips. i don't find his action moments exciting

for when he first meets Puss in the bar, currently all i have to work with is "maybe i would have thought he's cooler if

"a) he didn't talk as much, or

"b) he didn't 'interact' with Puss as much?"

like, when Puss attacks him, he turns to face Puss. maybe it'd be cooler if he continued facing in the same direction as if he were that unbothered. and maybe if he didn't change his mood when he tells Puss "Pick it up," i'd like that moment more too (even tho i actually did like that moment more than the rest of the scene) like it'd be better if he continued seeming entertained instead of irritated. (for his character i can understand the latter, but i'm just rambling)

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yeah. -shrug- dk what it is stopping me from liking the movie more. i feel like a big part of it is i was going "okay, and?" a lot of the time, and i am pretty sure there were some storyline ideas that just aren't favorites of mine, but getting more specific would mean spoilers, so i won't say it here.

...was about to say, "don't know if i'll make another post for the more specific spoiler things," but, hey, i can make one with at least bullet points, just so Future Me can know what Current Me was thinking of with my vagueness

#puss in boots

[sodadrabbles]

Hey! I really like your writing and was wondering if you could do a request! If not its totally understandable. Could you do a fic where phill and techno find a pheonix hybrid reader (like with the wings and tail) passed out in the snow? I just think it'd be kinda cool, thanks for considering my request!

Ohoho, phoenixes are my favorite mythical bird to mess with! I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing it :]

Paring: c!Philza + c!Technoblade x phoenix!Reader (Platonic!)

Rating: Fluffy with a little mention of death.

Summary: You passed out in the snow- What happens when an old man and an anarchist find you? 1.4k words

Cold. That was probably the most simple way you could describe the situation you were in. But it isn’t a simple cold. It’s a freezing wind that pierces your skin with ice and sends a chill down to your bones. You could feel it deep inside you, like a curse or illness. But it was just the freezing arctic winds. You should have been prepared for this situation, you knew it would happen, yet you let yourself wander this far. 

Snow swirled in your vision as the wind whipped against you, freezing and unrelenting. You shiver again and try to curl your wings closer to your body, but the joints where the fiery appendages meet your back ached. You had been flying for too long, and now you have had your wings stretched even longer. The melting heat that usually poured from the ends of your feathers was starting to feel lukewarm at best, and that told you clearly that time was running out.

The arctic just isn’t the place for a phoenix, as warm as their cores might be, the icy arctic can put them out in an instant. It’s unforgiving, it made you question how anyone could live out here. But you had heard the rumors of the two men that lived far away from the Greater DreamSMP, sheltered away in the far snowy tundra. But in your state of ever-growing drowsiness, you couldn’t recall their names. 

You sigh, a tired and heavy sigh, as you finally let your wings rest. The large limbs droop and you can see, at the very tips of your largest feathers, where your fire burns the hottest, your flame could no longer melt the snow under them. Your time had come, though a few days early. But you showed no fear of the process, one you experienced so many times before, as you let your body slump to its knees, before falling forward into the crunchy snow. 

‘I’ll wake up in a few hours.’ You thought to yourself, feeling the now cold wings pressing into your back. ‘Just a little nap for now.’

---

“I just don’t see why I needed to come with you, Techno.” The blonde man huffs, pulling his heavy coat tighter to him. The snow had been picking up fast, the winds howling louder than the pack of wolves Technoblade had adopted. The piglin walking beside him was much less bundled up, the warm blood of his kind seeming enough to keep him warm through the oncoming blizzard.

Techno just snorts in response to his old friend, so unused to the snow, keeping his pace against the freezing wind. He had just been minding his business, brewing some potions when he swore he saw what he could only describe as ‘a column of white-hot fire’ sprout up from distance. It, quite frankly, scared the shit out of him. So, he grabbed Phil and dragged him out to investigate the strange occurrence.

After a few more moments of fighting the harsh weather, the two arrived at where the fire had come from. In its wake lie what was now a puddle, and scorched grass beneath that in the shape of a person. The two men glanced at each other before Techno stepped forward and reached out to touch the grass. Before he could, however, the spot of the grass that was once scorched burst into flames again, ash rising from wherever the fire touched. It swirled in the warm light, moving against the wind to take its shape. Despite how the wind roared the ash moved so calmly and in such a distinct way, forming the silhouette of a person. Of you. 

Once all the ash of your ‘death’ had clumped back into your form, burning red light filled the cracks and sealed the process. You felt your consciousness slip back into place, your memories, your being. You felt the heavy weight of your wings, the light flicking of your birdish tail, and the warm crackle of your fiery feathers.

And then you fell.

You had expected this, and yet as you tensed your muscles in preparation for impact, you found yourself getting caught by two separate pairs of hands. You open your eyes and blink, glancing at the two men now staring bewildered at you. Wait, there are other people here?

You gasp and scramble to push away from the two, but the older one- A blonde wearing a green bucket hat- Held tight onto your shoulder, holding you in place. He spoke, his voice was calming and warm, unexpectedly paternal. “Easy,” he breathed, using his other hand to steady you. “We aren’t gonna hurt you.”

You’re hesitant to comply, but carefully you steady yourself to your feet. You stare at the blonde man, his eyes heavy from many years of living. It surprised you a bit to see another immortal face to face. But as you looked closer you noticed the way the part of his robe that wasn’t torn refused to move with the wind, it hit you. An elytrian. 

You snap out of your thoughts as a gruff voice to your left draws your attention. You glance to see a large piglin standing there, his eyes still wide in shock. He was tall and broad and just standing near him made you feel small. You didn’t like feeling small. Out of instinct, your wings spread out. Not to full length, but enough to calm the anxious feeling of a prey animal being stared down by a predator. You feel the elytrian’s presence disappear from beside you. “What the- Mate, you’re on fire!” He exclaims, staring at the way your feathers spark and crackle like a fireplace. 

Yeah,” you laugh at the elytrian. Had he never seen a phoenix before? “That’s what phoenix wings do.” Your response doesn’t earn any laugh from the two, only more confused stares. The piglin is the first to speak up. “A… Phoenix?” The way he says the word makes you step back. This time the elytrian speaks up. “Aren’t phoenixes extinct?”

You stare at him, eyes wide. Had they really? Sure, it had been a while since you met another of your kind. Phoenixes were not social creatures, they preferred their seclusion and stuck to their own. You just assumed…

“No, clearly not.” You straighten your back and try to puff your wings. You wouldn’t let yourself be intimidated by the two hybrids. “I’m here, so we aren’t extinct.” 

---

After you explain why you were in the arctic in the first place, you managed to earn the two’s names. Philza and Technoblade. You had recognized the two names, you heard stories about the two Anarchists from your friends in the Greater DreamSMP- How Techno had taken down L’manburg twice, and Phil helped him turn New L’manburg into L’manhole. You had admired those stories- Admired the bravery it took to stand up to corruption.

It was the remaining members of L’Manburg that drove you from your home in the Greater DreamSMP- With Tommy building his hotel near your home and being unable to find safety in Las Nevadas with Quackity, you wanted to find somewhere to go where you would be unbothered.

Though you must admit the life you found wasn’t what you expected. Phil allowed you to stay with them in the arctic, after much arguing from Technoblade. So you built yourself a home. You got to meet Ranboo formally- You had seen the ender wandering the Prime Path a few times, as well as near Snowchester. You weren’t too fond of him, but you learned to accept him. 

You finally were able to learn of what happened to your species. Techno had an astounding collection of books. His library was impressive, but he never allowed you inside. He claimed your wings made him too nervous, and that made you laugh. The worries made sense- You once set part of Phil’s house ablaze as he was teaching you how to brew potions. 

Techno had handed you a book with no title, its leather cover stamped with a fiery bird. The piglin watched you as you flipped through the pages- Phoenix hybrids had, in fact, been hunted to extinction a long time ago. You remained to be the only one and would be for the rest of your life. 

And somehow, this didn’t bother you. You found all you needed right here- even closure.

#c!technoblade x reader #c!philza x reader #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #technoblade x you #philza x you #request #anon

[writteninkat]

xii - overwhelmed

word count - 2,220

"if i love you was a promise, would you break it if you're honest?"

index

You walk towards the classroom with your palms sweating and your heart about to beat right out of your chest. You had just confessed to Katsuki thinking he also felt the same, but all he replied was a lousy 'you don't even know me'.

You furrow your brows, clenching your palms into fists in irritation. How am I so stupid? I came to Japan to prove myself and to that dumb father of mine that I can be a powerful hero! And yet here I am being swept off track by some lousy high school crush!

"Careful- if you stare any harder you're gonna melt holes through the walls." A tired and very familiar voice calls out feom behind you. You turn around, anger still clouding your head as your eyes fall on a violet-haired boy.

"Careful- if you don't do anything about your lack of sleep anytime soon you're gonna collapse." You spat back; suddenly everything around you vexes you. You send a mental message to everyone in school; today you're hot-headed, your patience is as thin as a hair strand and taking out your anger through physical violence seems like an amazing idea right about now.

"Jokes on you, I've been like this my whole life and I've never collapsed." He smirks, causing you to raise a brow. "Okay maybe I never collapsed from my lack of sleep."

"Look what the hell do you want?"

"Well- thought you looked pretty upset." He holds up two pastel yellow-colored papers. "And I just so happen to have two free ice cream passes for that new ice cream place right beside the campus." He takes a look at his watch, "We still have an hour and thirty minutes till the bell rings. What do you say?"

"And that idiot just says 'you barely even know me'" You wave your hands up, making a dumb face as well as a dumb voice to match, "like hello! I know I barely know you and that's why I feel so upset and conflicted right now! You get what I mean???" You huff back on your seat, shoving the small pink translucent teaspoon in your mouth.

Shinsou nods his head, eyes on his ice cream as he shoves a few scoops in his mouth. "Mmm- this banana flavor tastes amazing. You should try it." He offers his cup to you, making you frown.

"You're such a jerk! I thought you brought me here to let me vent out my anger." You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as you place your cup on the table, leaning back on your seat as you crossed your arms.

"I did. I listened as you vented out your anger to me and we're having ice cream but I never said we were going to talk about the situation." He points out, annoyingly unbothered expression resting on his face as he continues eating his own ice cream.

You look at him in irritation and silence for a few moments, trying to calm yourself before taking your little teaspoon and scooping a bit from his own cup. You shove the scoop inside your mouth, pouting. "The banana tastes amazing." You huff, expression still angry.

Shinsou chuckles lightly, the small smile actually lighting up his usually dark features. "It is, isn't it?" You've only ever met one person with a so-called 'contagious smile' and he was the funny boy you met at the park one day.

Ethan will have to share his spot in my list for 'contagious smiles'. You thought to yourself, letting a smile break your frown as you look down at your ice cream.

"Have you seen the new conjuring movie? It's pretty cool, a solid six out of ten." He shrugs. You shake your head, "I can't watch scary movies. I won't be able to sleep especially now that I live alone."

He raises a brow at you, "Oh come on. We can watch it together through video chat or something. I really wanna see you piss yourself while watching it." He chuckles, causing you to squint your eyes at him. "Is that a challenge?" You point your spoon accusingly at him.

"What if it is? You gonna back out? Loser?" He pushes jokingly, mirroring your squinted eyes. You bring your hand on the table in a fist, "Oh it's on."

Shinso walks you to your classroom just five minutes before the bell is about to ring. "How can I contact you?" He asks, doing the thing with his hand behind his nape as he looks away. "Here." You tug at his hand, writing down your discord account with a marker. "Call me after the sun sets. I'll be home by then."

He waves you good bye and you step in, almost completely forgetting about why you were annoyed so early in the morning. Your eyes fall on the blond boy, still looking angry as usual. His eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second before your looking towards your seat.

As you sit down, the bell rings and in comes Aizawa, tired as ever. "Today, you will all be choosing your hero names. This has a lot to do with the Pro-Hero draft picks and because you are only first years, any offers can be taken back before you graduate." He explains, pointing at a chart where Todoroki's, Katsuki's and your names are written at the top with thousands of heroes wanting to recruit you.

"You will all spend one week interning with the pro heroes you choose or those who chose you, depending on if you have multiple offers or just one." Aizawa continues to talk about the importance of hero names before Midnight walks in the classroom.

The class begins to cheer in excitement as they all are given boards and markers for their names. The cheering and yelling dies down in a few minutes but the excitement doesn't. You smile, feeling your heart throb at the innocent looks in your classmates' faces.

Each of you all are being called up to present your hero names and as your turn slowly comes closer, your palms begin to sweat and that feeling of not being able to stand properly hits you.

"L/n Y/n. It's your turn, come on up sweetie." Midnight calls for you, curling her fingers a few times. You stand from your seat, walking towards the front, keeping your eyes forward and looking anywhere but Katsuki's eyes.

You flip your board around. "I chose the name Tempest. It means a violent windy storm." Midnight claps her hands, "I love it! Basically telling the villains not to mess with the storm." She cheers, allowing you to walk back to your seat.

"So! Have you guys chosen an agency yet?" Mina asks, shoveling food in her mouth as Kirishima and Sero follow suit. You shrug your shoulders, "I'm having a difficult time choosing between Hawks' agency or Endeavor's agency. I want to work on my speed but then again, Endeavor's the number two. It'd be a waste to throw this chance away."

"And yet," Denki points his fork at you, "It's also a waste to throw away the chance of working with Hawks. I heard he's the youngest pro right now who has his own agency and is in the top ten."

As you were about to scold the blond for talking with his mouth full, Katsuki marches towards the table, setting his tray down before sitting down beside Kirishima. You look at the empty space beside you and your mood immediately turns sour.

Wow. Sure, he has the right to feel uncomfortable with my sudden confession but to not actually have some type of closure? You sigh, not bothering to finish your food before standing up. You slide your tray to Denki, earning a cheery mouthful 'thanks!' from him before you walk away.

You walk out the classroom upset, tired and hungry. Your mind races back to the tuna sandwhiches the cafe sold and your mouth immediately begins to water.

"Hey idiot."

All your food fantasies disappear the moment his gruff yet very warm and relaxing voice calls out to you. To make sure you weren't about to embarrass yourself, you look in front of you, searching for someone else only to be greeted by an empty hallway.

Slowly, you turn around, pressing your lips together as you look at Katsuki with the most nonchalant look you could pull, no matter how much you wanted to scowl at him.

"What's up?" You ask, mentally slapping yourself. What's up? What's up??? Who the fuck do you think you are to him, Kirishima??

He looks awaw, walking towards you. "They have new matcha cookies today. I checked before I got here."

You stand there, staring at him for a second, two seconds, five- ten- "Dumbass. Yo. Can you hear me?" Katsuki snaps his fingers in front of you, gaining your attention as he snaps you out of your daze- literally. "Well?"

As much as you want to say yes, accept his offer and just live a happy life, you didn't want to live a confusing one where you get hurt in the end. "I don't see why you have to do this, honestly." You look to your right, looking out the windows.

"We hang out, I feel like you're treating me differently than the others, I feel like I'm special to you, I recognize my feelings, and although I feel conflicted and upset I still confess my feelings to you." You grip onto your bag, "And you respond to me by what- telling me I barely know you?"

You look back at him, the corners of your lips pulled downwards sightly. "Katsuki I- I got the message, okay? Don't do whatever this is to me because from my point of view, you're leading me on cause you can't voice out or even figure out your own feelings." You motion your arms between the two of you. "If you liked hanging out with me, I'm sorry but I gotta keep some distance between the two of us before I go confessing to you again like an idiot."

You stand there, eyes dropped to the floor in silence.

Say something, you idiot! Fucking say something to me! Tell me how you feel- it doesn't matter if it'll hurt me, just say something!

"I'm sorry."

You look up at him, confused. His brows are knitted together in dejection as his shoulders sag momentarily.

You feel your eyes prickle with tears as you nod, pressing your lips together. "Okay." You click your tongue, turning away as you walked from the unnervingly quiet boy.

As you reach your apartment, the sun has already set, you're tired, your cheeks are stained and are still being stained with tears and your phone is blaring.

You answer it without another thought, Shinsou's tired and relaxed voice giving you a soft 'hey'. You can hold it in much longer as you break down into sobs.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, Y/n." He sounds genuinely concerned. You sob for a few moments, letting out all the emotion you've pent up inside you as you walked back to your apartment.

"I-I just-"

Another call interrupts the two of you, making you furrow your brows. "Hold on-" You sob, your eyes scanning down your screen to see your mom calling you. You put your call with Shinsou on hold, answering your mom.

"Hey mom!" You cheer, trying to act as gleeful as possible. "Hey baby! So I heard you have a boyfriend, your aunt Miwa sent me a picture of the two of you in the paintball place? I just thought maybe you wanted to know about that boy's abrasive and violent past?"

He's not your boyfriend.

"What- you looked into him?" You yell.

"Well I had to! It's my first time my baby has a boyfriend. Anyway, I don't mean to be that mom but I don't think he's a good fit for you, honey. He's bullied countless students in middle school and after observing how he acted in the sports festival, I don't think that boy changed at all." Your mother does sound truly concerned for you but everything seemed to be too much for you today.

Before you can even think of the sentences you want to say, you hear a knock on your door. You sigh, pacing towards it as you pull it open, brows furrowing in anger at the sight of your father in front of you.

"Y/n I just want a second chance-"

You yell.

You yell out your frustrations, your sadness, your hesrtsches, everything. Every single emotion you felt today just came pouring out as you yelled from the top of your lungs.

Your body falls to the floor as your limbs begin feeling like jell-o and your head begins to spin. You hear your father ordering his guards around frantically, but his words are all muffled and unclear. You begin seeing double- seeing two of your father really isn't helping right now.

"Hey, Y/n, baby keep your eyes open for me. I'll bring you to the hospital just-"

"Can all of you just shut the fuck up for a moment?" You whisper weakly before darkness swallows you up once again.

It's cold. It's dark. You're alone.

You're always alone.

#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #mha bakugou #bakugou bios #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero fluff #my hero fanfic #my hero fluff #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fluff

[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ ateez's reaction to seeing another idol's photocard in your phonecase

𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 ─ ੈ༊ 

seonghwa would come across your phone left on the couch. thinking it'd get broken if he accidentally sat on it, he'd move it, only to see pentagon's hui in your phonecase. he'd frown at the photocard and point accusingly at it as if he was warning the photocard. would probably say something along the lines of "there's only room for one idol in this relationship" before placing the phone case-down on the coffee table.

𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈 ─ ੈ༊

i don't think hongjoong would be all that bothered seeing exo's suho instead of him as your phonecase's photocard. he'd probably just nod at it and continue doing whatever it was he had been doing. there were more important things in life than worrying about which photocard you had put in your phonecase. would secretly swap it while you sleep.

𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 ─ ੈ༊

puppy eyes. yunho wasn't angry about it, he was actually sad that seventeen's s.coups' photocard had replaced his own in your phonecase. would literally sit on the couch wondering if he'd done something wrong. he'd pout and furrow his eyebrows, worrying about it: had he made you angry? sad? it was all okay once you'd told him that your friend had gotten you a seventeen album for your birthday, and you that you wanted to show your gratitude by popping a photocard in your phonecase.

𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 ─ ੈ༊

although yeosang was quiet about his own photocard in your phonecase, he would probably be more than vocal about bts' jimin being in your case. "___, please explain to me why this oaf's face is in your phonecase instead of mine?" would definitely calm down once you explained you had a fanmeeting with bangtan, but only if he was allowed to come too! but you had to change it back when you got back home.

𝒔𝒂𝒏 ─ ੈ༊

what did stray kids' minho do to earn a place in your phonecase? well... in photocard form. of course san would be upset, but would he show it? i dont think so. i think san would play it cool, 'i won't let this bother me, it's just a photocard' but it did bother him, because minho was just a year older than him, and being san's person, you were often able to come backstage at mnet performances and so on; what if you met minho and went away with him??? youd be forced to change it back after two hours...

𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 ─ ੈ༊

when mingi notices that you've changed your phonecard in your phonecase, his eyebrows furrow, his lips pout and his cheeks puff a little: what was better about onlyoneof's love than him anyways? did he have better hair? better visuals? a better voice? sulky mingi became noticeable quickly, but it was kinda funny. nothing a smol cuddle wouldn't fix! but i think he'd ask you to change it back so you could have matching phonecases again ~

𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 ─ ੈ༊

upon being met face to photocard with nct's taeyong while settling for bed, wooyoung frowns immediately. i feel like he'd ignore you and roll over, hoping you'd take a hint and change it back to his photocard. low and behold, taeyong's photocard stayed in the phonecase for almost a week before wooyoung confronted you about it; "hey! why does taeyong get to have his photocard in you case? huh?" but you'd just burst into a fit of laughter

𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐─ ੈ༊

i feel as though jongho would be unbothered by this? like, sure seeing jackson wang's face in your phonecase instead of his earned a few frowns, but i honestly think he'd retaliate by putting a monsta x photocard in his??? it'd be a civil battle, but either way, it'd be a funny conversation holder. i feel like it'd be a constant thing too, changing the photocards every week and laughing at each other about it, seeing who could decorate the case best etc ~~

@regular-ity

#ateez #ateez atiny #ateez soft hours #atiny #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez timestamp #kq fellaz #kq entertainment #kpop soft hours #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop aesthetic #kpop timestamps #kpop reactions #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez seonghwa #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang

[aarcanechaoss]

13. Seeing Red

Masterlist

Tenten doesn’t like to celebrate her birthday… but Temari wanted to give her friend a gift

Warnings: Swearing // Filler chapter

Nineteen. Tenten was nineteen now, technically twenty-seven.

Chunin exams were around the corner for her friends but here she was alone in her room staring blankly at the ceiling. She had her blankets bunched around her legs, a book lying beside her bookmarked and waiting for her. The room was dark, she'd turned off the light ages ago wanting to be in the cool chill of her apartment unbothered.

It's been two months since she had travelled back in time, before shit hit the ceiling, before the pain and suffering she'd gone through.

She briefly wonders how Shikamaru is doing. Out of them both he seems less disoriented than her even as she allows herself to settle in. Still, dark thoughts nip at her mind.

      She hasn't celebrated her birthday in years. To be fair she never really did before hand either, she doesn't remember the last time she willingly told someone when her birthday was. Her parents had sent a card, adopted as she was she was still their daughter, their pride and joy but she wasn't currently their Tenten... she sighed and continued to stare at the ceiling.

Maybe it was Gaara? Or Kankuro who was the last person she'd told her birthdate too. Still- she scoffed a little, she didn't find the day to be important anyway. The day she was born her parents gave her up, the day she turned six she could already use a kunai, her tenth she was adopted and that was the only time she really enjoyed her birthday.

Thinking about it any harder would give the brunette a headache but she couldn't help but let her mind wander. Neji and Lee never asked about it and she never told... it took Guy Sensei spotting it in a medical document for him to invite the team for a five month belated dinner.. you can't exactly tell your Sensei you don't want to celebrate your birth, especially when he seems so upset with himself for not knowing.

Another long sigh and she realised... Neji's death took the biggest toll on her. She knew that, she wasn't stupid but every once in a while it'd hit her again. His death made her celebrate even less than she already did. She wouldn't get up, wouldn't move, wouldn't eat for days sometimes and usually around her birthday. Water she had plenty in stock so she wouldn't become dehydrated but food, even with it being on hand she would just stare at it as if willing the nutrients into her body. She allowed a tear to fall as she remembered all the birthdays leading to her death. She was nothing but a shell... her confidence and sass all a front for the ache she couldn't quite shake.

Even now it still felt like the universe was fucking with her making her come back, making her see not only him but the others who had died. She hated crying, hated losing herself to her emotions but she couldn't help it she truly felt nothing but a dull aching where her heart should be. She was so zoned out she didn't hear the knock at her front door. Not that she would have gotten up anyway.

"Tenten?" The voice didn't register, too busy letting her mind remember the last six-seven years.

"Tenten?" The voice called again. "I know you are in there. If you don't open the door I'll come through the window."

Who was calling out? She didn't now, didn't care to find out right now. There was quiet shuffling around outside and before she knew it her bedroom door was slammed open.

Shikamaru stood there, like usual walking into her home as if he owned it but joined by Temari and... her brothers?

"Oh you're Tenten." Kankuro said with a hum. "You look like shit-"

"Kankuro!" Temari scolded as she pushed the boys from the room. "Stay out here."

"Hey Temari." Tenten said quietly. She hadn't known the sand siblings would be coming back today.

"Hey Tenten. You okay? Shikamaru said you weren't doing well so I demanded to come over and don't worry about my brothers tagging along." The blonde said sitting on the bed as Tenten moved to sit up. The brunette turned, allowing the light to be turned on.

"Just not a fan of my birthday."

"Ah so you don't accept presents?" Temari teased. Tenten could almost feel the tingling beneath her skin, the one that urged her to flirt with her friend and the one that made her want to tackle her in a giant hug.

"Well depends, if it's from you I might just take it." The words rolled from her tongue, Temari gave a laugh.

"Let's get you dressed and feeling better!" She exclaimed before practically jumping into her cupboard. "You own a lot more black and red now."

"I like how they look on me." She shrugged, her seemingly glum mood dissipating as Temari hummed and chatted while finding something for Tenten to wear.

"Here." The Kunoichi said finally pushing some clothes into Tenten's arms. "I'll wait outside and make sure they didn't break anything."

A grey skirt, a black bralette and a large jacket... Temari seemed to know this Tenten's style pretty well. With a quick step into her bathroom she put on some light makeup and stepped out into the lounge.

"There you go less like shit now." Kankuro laughed as a smack was delivered to the back of his head by Temari.

"She looked fine before." Gaara said bluntly. How Tenten wanted to giggle, he really didn't change much from now to in the future.

"Depressive episode Tenten is the hottest version of me thanks." She says with a laugh. The group laughed too even if a little wearily.

"Sooo what brings you to my apartment this dreary day?" Tenten question.

"Dreary?" Kankuro turned and looked outside. The blue sky clear and pretty.

"Dreary." Tenten confirmed before shrugging. "I don't like my birthday."

"Oh yeah I forgot about that." Shikamaru said sheepishly. Tenten shot him a teasing glare, it's fine she didn't need to wallow in self pity she could be happy...

"Anyway." Temari chimed it breaking the strange tension. "Here's your present it's old but I know you like these things."

Tenten grasped the present held in Temari's hand now being turned in Tenten's calloused ones. Opening the plain purple wrapping she paused. A knife, decorated prettily with an old jade handle and a carving on the blade shaped like a small star.

"Wow." Her brown eyes seemed to glimmer, a look Shikamaru was more than happy to see let alone Temari - and the brothers she'd dragged along. Tenten took the blonde girl into a hug. "It's beautiful thank-you."

"I'm glad you like it. Kankuro and I found it while on a mission last month." Temari smiled.

"So this is why you wanted the knife..."

"Yes."

"It's a very nice knife I'm glad you like it." The Kazekage said awkwardly as though he wasn't quite sure if he should have spoken. Tenten gave a smile, flashes of their future trying to claim her mind.. she shook her head.

"I do love my weapons... maybe this year's birthday won't be terrible."

"I'm glad you think that because Guy and Lee are running around telling everyone that it's your birthday and we are actually here to rescue you." Shikamaru said. Her left eye twitched.

"Suddenly I have a mission-"

The group fell into laughter, a birthday for Tenten to enjoy.

#Naruto angst #nejiten angst #nejiten #Tenten #shikamaru nara #temari #kankuro #naruto gaara #Naruto fluff

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

His || K.TH

Pairing : Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre :  fluff, i2l ( idiots to lovers), somewhat of a smut undercut but no actual smut

Summary : Taehyung fell in love with you the moment you saved him from the shit excuse of a hybrid 'sanctuary', but it takes jealousy to actually get to talk about it with you.

Wordcount: 1.8k

[ A/N: So there was a Quotev reader who had a story suggestion for a wolf hybrid Tae, I decided to make ut into a one shot instead and instead of Wolf hybrid Tae, I decided on Alaskan Noble Companion Dog Tae. Anyway, enjoy!]

Masterlist

Taehyung's pointy black wolf like ears twitched on top of his his dyed blonde head due to all the sounds around him.

It was currently almost 2 A.M., and he had woken up to the movement around him.

Which was weird, it was usually completely quiet in the 'sanctuary' around this time. However, there was currently an unnerving amount of different sounds around him. And even tough he couldn't see anyone, he could almost feel the tension.

" What about this one?" A femine voice sounded outside the metal door he was hidden behind.

Who was at the sanctuary at this time? 

His ears went back in caution as he sat up on his bed, ready to pounce at whoever would enter his room.

" He's a little.... I don't know. But every time I see him, he's growling at us." He recognised the voice of this guy as someone who worked in the sanctuary, he'd never talked to him before, but he does recognise his voice.

A genuine chuckle left the your lips, as if it's funny.

" That's probably because you work here. Okay! Fella on the other side of this room, step back cause we're about to blow it!" Your voice sounded, and Taehyung listened, even tough he was confused.

His tail wagged softly behind him in curiosity.

" You better cover your ears!" You yelled before a beeping sound was heard.

At first the beeping was soft and even, but after a few seconds it was just a flat screaming line, and before he knew it the door was blown up.

Where the door used to stand was now one big hole, and he could see how his neighbor, a black jaguar hybrid by the name of Yoongi, was also let out of a big hole instead of a door.

" See! I told you it'd work!" You yelled to the sanctuary worker, who smiled and nodded.

Taehyung growled at the worker, who was in his uniform, probably because he had the night shift.

" You can go. I'll take it from here." You told him, now serious, as you faced Taehyung.

The worker nodded and walked away, off to help the other hybrids out.

Taehyung eyed the pair of tweezers and scalpel in your hand warily.

You took a look at it too before openly showcasing it to him.

" Yeah, I know. I seem like a mentally unstable person whose going to kill you. But we need to get your tracker out. Do you mind?" You asked.

Taehyung was surprised to say the least, never had a human asked him if he was okay with what they'll do to him.

He wordlessly shook his head, unable to form a sentence.

You smiled thankfully at him.

" Turn around please. Your tracker is in your left shoulder blade. They put it there so you can't like, scratch it out or something." You instructed him.

He nodded, and took his shirt of with it, that way you had easier access to his back.

" Thank you. What's your name?" You asked him, trying not to let your hands wander over the bruises adoring his back.

" Taehyung." He answered, His voice deep and husky.

" Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm Y/N. Also a fair warning, this'll hurt." You warned him before pushing the scapel into his skin.

Taehyung sucked in his breath from the pain, but didn't move. 

" W-what would you have done if I hadn't wanted you to cut it out?" Taehyung asked after a moment.

" We'd try to create a malfunction in it trough the laptop. But that'd be way riskier and overall not nice. Or we'd take it out on location. " You said as you pushed his tracker out.

Taehyung didn't say anything as you pulled something out of him.

" There. Now off you go. There's a bus outside, they'll take you to safety. We'll stitch you up once we're at base. Oh, and throw your tracker in the river." You told him as you handed him his tracker, a small black object which looked a lot like a phone's chipcard.

" Wait- Where are you going? What about you?" Taehyung asked, suddenly overcome with concern.

" I'm going to help the other hybrids out." You told him before turning away and walking down the hall.

Taehyung decided to follow you. Not all the hybrids in here are safe to approach after all, and you're saving him, he should maybe save you too.

That's how Taehyung met you, and he couldn't have been happier.

You were part of a Hybrid Activist group, you were the Med guy in the team, taking out hybrid their trackers and patching them up when needed.

After helping him break out, he's decided to stay with you. You were fine with that, and treated him more like a person than pet, unlike how most people treat hybrids.

It's now six months later, and Taehyung feels grumpy as he watches you and the new hybrid that came in around a week ago.

The two of you were right now at the Hybrid Sanctuary where you worked at, and you were working hard as always. Whenether it'd be to care for the little ones or to care for the elder ones, you never seemed to mind their requests.

It wasn't that he didn't like the new rabbit hybrid, the guy was actually pretty cool and all. It was more that the rabbit was more often than not a little too comfortable around you for his liking. 

Like right now for example, you only sat down a moment ago to rest and the hybrid was once again glued to your side.

Taehyung's jealousy grew as he watched your hand move into the hybrid's hair, your fingers probably scratching the base of his ears.

It did seem very comfortable. Would it feel nice if you'd pet his ears too?

Even tough you two lived together, you had never pet Taehyung like that. The most you've done is run your fingers trough his hair when he was tired.

Your gaze suddenly spotted Taehyung's intimidating one, and you smiled at him, seemingly unbothered by the intensity of his eyes.

He gave you a small smile back in response before it turned into a scowl again as the hybrid at your side nuzzled his head into your neck, probably scenting you.

If he was younger, Taehyung wouldn't have minded, he knew that the younger hybrids often did it to get your scent on them, something hybrid parents usually did by their children as it made them feel safer. However, this guy was only two years younger than him, so he obviously knew what he was doing. And you're not stupid, you probably did too. He did not like that one bit, you were his after all. Altough he never said it out loud, he tough that you probably knew that.

Or maybe not, He tough as he glared at the two of you.

-

" Okay, tell me. What's wrong?" You asked Taehyung as you sat down beside him on the couch in your home.

He's been acting weird all afternoon, glaring at you for no reason and ever since you've been home he's been quiet.

" Nothing." He huffed, crossing his arms and looking at the tv, which wasn't even on.

" Tae." You sighed.

He made an acknowledging sound in response.

" C'mon. Tell me what's wrong. I can't smell emotions y'know?" You said, softly brushing some hair from his cheek.

" Why do you let that rabbit hybrid do whatever he wants?" He suddenly asked.

" What?" You asked confused.

" You know a lot about hybrids, why do you let him scent you? You're not his to scent." Taehyung grumbled, now facing you.

You blinked.

" He feels safe around me, I didn't think anyone would mind." You shrugged, now realizing that there indeed is someone who minds.

" I mind." He grumbled.

" I get that now yeah. Why do you even get jealous? You don't seem to care when one of the youngers scent me." You told him.

" They do that because they see you as a mother figure of some sort. Jungkook did it because he sees you as his 'girlfriend' or something." He said.

" Well, it's not like I am tough. I'm sure he knows that I'm single and-"

" You're not single." He cut you off.

" Sorry?" You asked him perplexed.

" I tough we were a thing?" He asked.

" What made you think that?" You asked him.

" The days of my rut." He andwered bluntly and honestly.

Your cheeks went pink at his answer. You had indeed helped him out in his rut, he didn't trust anyone else. But after those days everything had gone back to how it was before, so you tough that he didn't want you as a girlfriend.

" I pleased you for days. What makes you think I would want to touch anyone else or that we're nothing more than friends? I tough we crossed the line that day." He asked concerned.

" I- I don't know. Everything just went back to how things were before your rut, so I tough that you didn't want me like that." You said, avoiding his gaze as the loose thread of the couch was suddenly more interesting.

Taehyung shuffled closer to you, throwing his arm around you and softly kissing your forehead.

" Why would I not want you like that? I just tough that you weren't into skinship as much. You never pet my ears like you pet the rabbit's either." Taehyung said as he leaned his head under your chin, scenting you.

" Sorry." You wishpered.

Taehyung didn't say anything in response, instead grabbing your hand and dropping it ontop of his head.

You smiled but didn't say anything in response, simply complying to his silent wish.

Taehyung's tail wagged as he leaned his head into your hand, your hands were just as good as he imagined.

" Just to be clear, we're now a couple right?" Taehyung asked as he looked at you trough his piercing eyes.

You smiled and nodded, pecking him on the lips.

" Hell yeah we are."

#bts #bts x reader #idkeitherman #kim taehyung #bts fluff #hybrid bts #hybrid bts x reader #bts hybrid x reader #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid fanfic #jeon jungkook #wolf #dog #lololol

[tokyoghoose]

nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

#this took way too long to write 💀 #i dont even like how i ended it lmao #anywayz #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #dabi headcanons #dabi fanfiction #dabi fanfic #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha x reader #bnha #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia dabi #bnha headcanons #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha dabi #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mickie writes #x reader

[wretchedbitch]

I hope Kureno learned how to say no to people after he recovered from Akito stabbing him. The lack of willingness/inability to say no's really not a good thing and it'd help him a lot in the long run, coming from someone who had a difficult time saying no and occasionally hesitates. 😁

Actually! I think Kureno’s issues have less to do with timidity or cowardice or an inability to say ‘no’ but way more to do with self inflicted ‘conditioning.’ I mean, when Kureno promised to never leave Akito he was a young teenager who, in that panicked and confusing instant felt compelled to agree to something on impulse. 

Not to sound condescending or anything, but think about it: zodiac members are told and taught to live a certain way since, like, birth. The curse is the center of their existence, and for the older members of the zodiac who were alive and cursed before Akito was born, her presence definitely inflicts a new gravitas to their circumstance. For them, all of a sudden, their curse means something. And then, all of a sudden, Kureno’s curse breaks. The life that he’s learned to live in and make sense of for 15-16 years suddenly doesn’t make sense anymore and he’s free to live independently and he’s still just a kid. 

And, to put some perspective on that, the current gen of teenagers like Yuki & the gang are kids with their own agency that they want to fight for and ultimately get by the end of the series. Their conflict is how they want to live freely. Whereas when the oldest members of the zodiac were growing up, they didn’t know the same issues of abuse and negligence and confinement that the curse really frames for the younger gen. So, for Kureno, Shigure, Hatori, and Ayame there was like ... comfort in complacence? Shigure isn’t bothered by the curse, he clings to that “initial feeling”, Hatori’s life path is dictated not only by the curse but his lineage to become the family doctor and top tier secret keeper, and Ayame is also relatively unbothered, and his disinterested parents that can’t control him give him the freedom to live as he pleases so he never had much incentive to ‘rebel’ from anything in the first place. Kureno, we don’t know much about but we can assume that he lived in a similar box of cursed contentment. There’s a “Sohma way” for him to live, and he never felt a problem with it. 

So, his curse breaks, he promises to stay by Akito’s side, and he continues to live his life like he always had. Only now, the latter of his formative years are adjusting to a new form of conformity: stay with Akito and don’t mingle with the other zodiac members ever. This is his new path. And, he just...grows up in it. When he meets Uo he tells her that he’s “content” which is exactly it. He went from one form of complacence to another and found contentment in it. This is why I wish we got a little more development from Kureno. Especially when he meets someone like Uo who comes from a place of taking her life back and making it her own, striving to be her best and worthy of someone she loves so much. Uo doesn’t settle for ‘content,’ but Kureno does. As long as he knows what he’s doing and he thinks it’s the best for someone else’s benefit, why challenge it? I think it would have been interesting for him to get to know Uo more in a way where she could offer him some insight to her mentality. If we could see Kureno losing faith in the life he chose for himself in a more selfish capacity because he has the un-cursed capability to do so. The fact that all of a sudden he just decides to think: “maybe...staying with Akito...was not so cool for her mental and emotional well-being” is kind of....weak sauce. 

Anyway, this was kind of a long tangent but I don’t think Kureno has a problem with saying ‘no’ or making decisions (I mean, aside from his ‘kid in a candy store’ attitude about visiting a convenience store for the first time in his life ever), I think he just needs to take the time to live for himself rather than for someone else. 

#hannah answers #fruits basket

[insomni-snacc]

Mx. Shoggoth, I Presume? Pt 4

Warning! Sexual humor and heavy swearing ahead.

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It's Showtime!

You two stood there, shuffling your feet for what seemed like hours. You'd never been proposed to before, even if it was fake. What came next? You had an old ring you had picked up the day before. The etched silver band reminded you of him, the carvings almost matching his signature stripes. You supposed you ought to give it to him now.

"Ah, by the way doll." Beetlejuice cut through your thoughts, "I uh… well since we need this gaggle of breather kids to see me it'd be best if…" he trailed off, barely audible as he mumbled "I'd like it if you'd summon me."

"Pardon? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

He raked his hands through his violently pink hair, "Just read this, dammit." He handed you a business card.

"... A matchmaker? Beej I don't think I need this right--"

"TURN IT OVER."

You did so. "Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice…"

He had to lean against the side of the house to steady himself. He was way too happy with the way his name sounded coming from you.

"Beetlejuice." You finished. A familiar cloud of green smoke formed around the two of you as the demon launched himself into the air. He did a flip and summoned up some fireworks, sending a wink in your direction. What a showoff.

"It's showtime, baby!" Being summoned, let alone by such an exceptional human, gave him the high he needed to get past the last few awkward minutes. He glided down to you, grabbing your hand to give you a quick twirl before pulling you off of your feet and dipping you backwards. "Thanks for callin' on me, tootse. What can I do ya for?"

"What just happened?"

"Well," he pulled you back up to your feet and swung you through a few dance steps while he explained, "I haven't really felt like I could ask Lyds to summon me after what happened last time, so I've only been here in SPIRIT, you might say." He chuckled at the pun. "You can only see me because you're a bit strange and unusual, like her. For normal folks to see me, and for me to be physically here, I gotta be summoned - and guess who just summoned their first demon!"

"... I did?"

"You did!" He nearly leapt around you as he continued flinging you about. Where had this man learned to dance? Was the instructor on cocaine?

Flustered by trying to keep up with his quickening dance moves (and, admittedly, by all of the physical contact with your attractive demonic friend), your thoughts went back to the ring burning a hole in your pocket. "Ah, here." He (thankfully) stopped dancing as you pulled the ring unceremoniously from your pocket, thrusting it towards him. "Gotta have the matching set, right?"

Gosh. You were just so smooth. Cool was your middle name. The demon across from you definitely didn't notice your palms sweating, right?

"Ah… yeah. Yeah I guess so…" His earlier bravado fled from him like a frightened bird. He picked up the ring and fiddled with it for several moments, avoiding eye contact like one look could strike him re-dead.

"Y/N! Beej! C'mon! We're gonna be late!" Lydia shouted from the driveway, pulling you two from your stupor.

"Shit, right. Uh… let's go wrangle some children?" Beetlejuice said, attempting to sound suave and totally unbothered (and failing).

"Yes, let's shall!" You two were going to set a record for the smoothest not-couple in New England.

Lydia, itching to test out her provisional license, insisted on driving the three of you to the school where you would be meeting the other students. Saving you from making any further cool-headed and completely normal conversation, she took the liberty of walking you and Beetlejuice through the rules on the drive. "Beej, I'm going to need you to shapeshift. Can you make yourself look, you know, alive?"

He slapped his cheeks, turning his skin marginally pinker and wiggling his eyebrows at you as if he'd just built the Eiffel Tower in front of your very eyes.

"Can you put in about 1% effort, at least?" Lydia deadpanned.

He huffed and shook himself, emitting a puff of green smoke. The man who emerged looked like your demon friend, but cleaner and a bit… suburban. His hair was a muted brown with emerald green streaks at his temples, the moss and soil that usually clung to every crevice was gone (though the earthy scent remained). He even swapped out his signature striped suit for a casual black button up and dark wash jeans. He looked… well he still looked really damn attractive, especially when he used your staring at his new appearance to give you that cocky grin of his.

"Like what you see, tootse?" He said, running his left hand through his hair. Your eyes snapped to the ring, your ring, on his finger.

"Yeah, life suits you." You smiled sincerely. "Could do without the grave smell, though."

"Hey, that's my natural musk you're talking about. Drives my lovers crazy, if you know what I mean." He leaned towards you, craning his neck to give you a good angle to take a whiff.

You fought the urge to take an exploratory inhale. You were failing. Thankfully, Lydia literally snapped you out of it, before you could embarrass yourself a third time today, by clicking her fingers in agitation. "Let's focus, lovebirds. We're almost there. Y/N, you remember the backstory I gave you?"

"Yup! I moved here one year ago looking for a quiet place to write my book, (and God, do I wish the quiet part were true) and met BJ while I was working on my laptop in the diner on 7th. He told me he'd help me through some dialogue I was stuck on if I took him to dinner. The rest, as they say, is falsified history" At least the reason you moved to New England had been true, though you hadn't exactly found much quiet time for writing in the last few months.

"We snuck out and fucked in the alley behind the diner, right next to that graffiti of those two cartoon cats. It was hella romantic." Beetlejuice slung an arm around you, "you told me right then and there you couldn't live without me or my amazing penis. Of course, I have standards, so I made you wait a few months before I popped the question, but--"

"Beej." Lydia warned.

"What? You didn't give ME a rundown on OUR backstory, so I've gotta improvise."

"I gave you the notes three days ago, it's not my fault you drew dicks all over them, Just let your lovely, responsible spouse do the explaining, ok?" She said, pulling into a parking space in the back of the school. There was a bus waiting there to take them all to the airport, already full of kids. She quickly jogged up to the doors, taking a seat with two kids in the back that you assumed must be her friends. You wasted no time in hauling your luggage inside and addressing the crowd.

"Hi! I'm Mx. Shoggoth, call me Y/N. I'll be your guide--"

"That's my bit!" A disgruntled Beetlejuice complained, pushing you aside. "Hey kids, who's ready to party it up in the Big Easy? Maybe get your voodoo on?"

"We're here to make sure they DON'T get into trouble, BJ."

"Ugh, lame."

"Right. Anyway, this is my husband, Lawrence. You can call him BJ" You gestured to your partner in crime, whose cheeks were tinged with that familiar pink you were used to in his hair. "We're here to make sure y'all don't get mixed up in any voodoo or, you know, die in any fashion."

"Booooo." A teen moaned from the back of the bus. You could hear Lydia chuckling, as well.

"See? You're lame, the kid agrees." Beetlejuice smirked, shoving you aside and taking a seat at the front of the bus. He patted the seat next to him, glancing at you as you finished up your safety spiel.

"... and we'll be meeting your music teacher at the airport, so til then I've been told you should be looking through your sheet music." You ended your speech, taking your seat next to Beetlejuice.

"So professional. Keep that up and I may lose my libido forever." He snickered.

"Yeah well, your sex life isn't any of my concern." You hissed.

"Oh, isn't it? Is that any way to talk to your loving husband?" He grabbed your hand, grazing your knuckles with his lips for good measure. It seemed, once there was an audience, Beetlejuice transformed back into his needy perverted self with no issue.

You, on the other hand, were still easily flustered. Perhaps, you noted as you felt your cheeks practically light on fire and your breath catch in your throat, even more so with an audience. You contemplated jumping through the bus doors just as they closed, sealing you into your fate.

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