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kisses4kaia · 4 months

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on my knees, foaming at the mouth, begging for more sub coryo

u guys are so funny oh my goodness😭 (slight au where sejanus did not die because we love him🥰) i got a bit carried away as you can see!! but that’s ok !!!! also, university!corio .. okok go read now plz enjoy and reblog :)

being the girlfriend of the winner to the plinth prize whilst simultaneously biting your tongue constantly was no easy feat.

every thoughtless, careless, borderline sexist, comment corio received from older men—and even some of your male peers—along the lines of, “oh, she’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? bet you keep her on her knees, huh?” (whilst you were right there, mind you!), infuriated you beyond belief and typically made corio tense up and awkwardly brush them off.

because no, corio did not always keep you on your knees. as a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. you had him on his knees, every night, begging and pleading for a taste of you. and if he was a good boy, he would get one. you were assertive, not cruel.

you so badly wished you could shut them down, tell them exactly how it is, but you still loved and respected corio, and you knew what might happen to his reputation if that kind of secret got out.

so you kept on biting your tongue.

and tonight, corio’s arm is snaked around your torso and his large palm rests on the small of your back.

you’re at a elite party he was invited to, making friendly conversation with clemensia and sejanus while throwing witty comments back and forth with your boyfriend, when all of a sudden, one of crassus snow’s old friends come up to the both of you and it goes how you would expect; however, this time, something’s different.

this time, he laughs boisterously and nods, agreeing with the crude comment the man made. coriolanus shakes his hand and says “oh, absolutely. would you expect any less from my father’s son?”

you are fucking appalled, and the astounded expression on your face doesn’t do much to hide it.

when the old man whose name you didn’t bother to remember finally leaves, corio finally looks down at you to see your narrow eyes shooting daggers into his.

you say no words and storm off, and he’s hot on your trail. “baby? baby, hold up, slow down!”

you heed no mind to his words, and only stop your stampede when you find an unoccupied bedroom and drag him inside.

it was glamorous, which was to be expected, considering the host of the party was volumnia gaul; she always was one for dramatic flare. the ceiling was high and the walls were crowned in gold paint. the layout was simple, there was nothing but a queen-sized bed, an empty dresser, and bare vanity gracing its presence, all but proving that it was not it use, and perfectly fine for you to punish coriolanus in.

“what the fuck was that?” your voice is scornful and with the way your face twists up and contorts into a look of contempt, he knows he’s in for it.

he stumbles over his words, trying to think of a way he can phrase his words to deescalate the situation, lessen the blow for himself. “i-i’m sorry. i don’t know what i was thinking. please, honey. please forgive me. i’m begging you,”

the last phrase causes you to look up at him before smirking wickedly, “are you?”

you can see it dawn on him, the realization that you really are going to make him beg—the proper way, down on his knees.

he sighs ashamedly before letting his knees buckle, right one hitting the ground, the left following suit.

the slicked back hair on his scalp gleams perfectly underneath the warm overhead lighting the small chandelier provides, and his glossy, devastatingly blue, eyes are boring into yours as his bottom lip begins to quiver ever so slightly.

“i’m so, so, so, fucking, sorry. i’m so stupid, i just didn’t want him to think lowly of my fathers kin. i fucked up, i know, just, please, please, forgive me,”

he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears when he speaks and you can’t help but revel in how hot this all is. having one of the most powerful men in the capitol at your feet, pleading for you, you have to work hard in order to conceal the ache between your legs.

“show me, then.” you turn around on him and walk to the bed, sitting, before crossing your legs and leaning back, dangerous, siren eyes inviting corio to crawl to you.

he doesn’t even hesitate before getting on his hands and knees and desperately pawing at the ground, trying to get close to you again. and when he reaches your sat figure, he grabs your ankles, uncrossing them and pulling your high heels off slowly, all before kissing his way up your calf, and up to your mid-thigh, where the slit in your dress begins. he looks up at you pleadingly, expression reading ‘may i?’ and you could praise him for being so polite if he wasn’t enduring punishment.

you nod slightly, raising your hips just enough so corio could hike your dress up, bunching up at your waist.

his eyes stay on yours, watching you intently as he pulls your delicate, lacy, black and pink, panties down your smooth legs, before gently placing them on the floor next to him.

when you part your legs ever so slightly, the eyes boring into yours spark up with excitement and hope. he finally breaks eye contact when he shuts his eyes and lays his tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up the ego-boosting amount of arousal that’s drooling from your achy hole.

he’s so perfect for you, timing his transitions between fucking into you with his tongue and sucking on your clit just the way he’s learned you like just right, never lingering too long on one part of you.

at this point, you have your legs wrapped around his head tight, nearly restricting his facility to breathe, shamelessly moaning and praising his ministrations. “fuck, yes corio! oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum? yeah? so fucking pathetic,” you spit at him in between borderline moans so pornographic that you’re apprehensive that somebody outside of the four walls you’re in may hear you, but it doesn’t seem to bother you that much, considering the lack of you lowering your own volume.

and the sounds, the sounds are vile, fucking disgusting. his salivated muscle messily dragging all over your labia, his perfectly pouted lips making out with your pussy like he’s in love with it (he is). all of the insanely erotic factors of this moment don’t do anything to hold off your impending release, and with a weak cry of the boy beneath you’s name, sweet syrup leaks out from your tight hole lands onto corio’s anticipating tongue, and you can feel him smile against you at the taste of it.

he drinks it all down in no time and when he continues to lather his tongue all over your clit, not seeming to want to be done, you have to physically pull his head away from you as a result of overstimulation.

he frowns but when he sees the look on your face, your exhausted, satisfied, fucked-out, face, he has to bite his lip to contain his smile.

“i did good?” there’s a special twinkle to his eye, and you find it all-enamoring.

“so good,”

“you forgive me?”

“yes, but next time you pull some shit like that, i’ll jerk you off under the dinner table, you hear me?”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !#angelnon 🤍#kai's got mail <3📑#young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #corio angel 🪽★#tbosas smut #tbosas #thg smut #the hunger games #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #got just a tad bit carried away here.. oops!#kaia writes coriolanus

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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home for new years — husband!reiner x fem!reader

contents: fluff, sex, m!pen

happy new years to everyone!! last fic for the year but not the last from me! the last 4 months on here have been great and i cant wait to see what 2023 brings us! thank you to everyone whos supported me and my work so far i love u all MWAH! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

home for new years will have you declining invitations and calls from your friends who are asking both you and reiner to back the nye party sasha and niccolo are hosting.

“i’m sorry, sash! not this year. me and reiner already planned to just have a night in between the both of us.”

“but you can come and spend it together with us!” she’d whine into the receiver.

you could only chuckle at her. even though she may have come across as invasive or unregarding of the quality time you’ve decided to dedicate to spend with your spouse, you knew she came from a place of love.

sasha wasnt the only one. both of your respective messages were blowing up; relatives who lived in different countries already wishing you the new years well due to their forward timezones, friends asking about the motives and misc notifications.

none of them, however, were as adamant as reiner’s younger cousin.

“why cant i spend new years with you two?! if you’re only staying home then that means you’re not doing anything important.” gabi moaned.

“what we want to do is important enough that we dont need you around. we literally spent christmas eve, christmas day and even boxing day with you, isnt that enough?” your husband responded.

reiner was definitely tired of gabis back and forth notion that she practically needed to be in your hair on all seasonal events. even though he was too kind to say it to her face, he definitely made it known to you through the agitated expressions he occasionally made behind her back.

“no, it’s not enough! there’s no reason for you not to see me if you’re free.” she haggled.

reiner sighed loudly. you could tell that he was tapping out from the argument as from the way he rested his head against the sofa back.

seeing him no longer want to entertain his cousin, you decided to step in. with an easy smile, you replied to her instead.

“just because we’re staying home it doesn’t mean we’re free.”

she didn’t say anything but she definitely considered your argument a lot easier than she did reiner’s. reiner always said she listened to you better.

“if it makes for anything, we can spend new years day together?” you kindly offered.

gabi huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest and bounced herself onto the couch.

“that’s such a cheap excuse. no one does anything on new years. it’s a free holiday. you wouldn’t be sacrificing anything to be with me, you guys don’t even go nowhere. i am literally the only fun in your lives.”

even though you were surprised at her level of rebuttal, you couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the twelve year olds words. whilst you and reiner may not be the childless lavish-life living adults she wanted you to be, she still seemed to want to spend every waking moment with you both.

but alas, you and reiner were okay with that life for now because it meant you had room to spend new years at home.

you didn’t have to worry about childcare expenses or who was willing to have your kin on a holidays like this. you didn’t even have to worry about answering to anyone for anything. you both had the night to spend it within each other and that alone was the reason you were fine with how things were.

“i’m really happy we’re spending new years like this.”

reiner placed the last platter down onto the coffee, the look on his face giddy as sat down next to you.

“same. i feel like we don’t get to spend a lot of our holidays with it just being the two of us. it’s a nice change.” you replied, fingers already sneaking into one of the snacks.

reiner’s arms found solace over your shoulders, his warmth already seeping into you as you pressed play on the remote which started up the movie.

“we should deffo do it more often then.”

he said more quietly due to his awareness of the movie starting. still, looking down at you, reiner couldn’t help but plant a closed mouth kiss to your temple.

“deffo.” you agreed, your attention already captivated with the movie introduction.

there was no doubt; reiner would definitely treasure this new years.

throughout the year, the two of you were always so busy. if it wasn’t work then it was extra-curricular commitments and even in between those times, the both of you were deeply involved with the lives of your family and friends.

deciding to simply spend it with just the two of you was a well curated decision. really and truly, the both of you could have spared yourselves once again and indulged with the lives of others.

but deciding to chose each other just this once was the best decision you could have ever made.

“god, i love you so much.”

reiner endearingly muttered into your ears as he pumped himself in and out of you. the soft whimpers you poured out into his were just as sweet as your arms hooked around his neck.

“i-love you too, rei.” you breathed, the feeling of his dick stretching your insides so familiar yet estactic.

and oh how you did love this man because when he first offered for the both of you to ditch all new year plans just so he could spend it with you, in you, you couldn’t help but to allow him what he wished.

making love to reiner in the most enchanting low light and soft candle glow was such a way to go into the new years.

rough and lustful sex had its place and it was definitely one of your favourite past times with reiner. but there was none of that right now. there was no biting, rough handling, guttural or carnal intent, nothing.

just you and reiner underneath the blankets, vulnerable and opened for the other to indulge in.

and you loved that, because this, was how you wanted to spend new years. with reiner, and totally enamoured by him.

and just as the neighbouring fireworks bursted outside your bedroom window, and your phones simultaneously buzzed with texts, you couldn’t think of a better way to go into the next age but within his arms.

with the indication that you had been graced into a new year, the both of you wispily smiled into the others embrace.

reiner continued to chase his climax as he lightly kissed the top of your shoulder, his face then burying into the crook of your neck

“ha-happy new year, baby.” he said with a grin, his hands still working over your curves beneath the duvet.

“happy…new year to you too, rei.” you muttered back, your hands gently caressing the short bristled hairs on the back of his neck.

#reiner braun #reiner headcanons #reiner aot #reiner x reader #reiner imagines #reiner smut #reiner x black reader

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Nine

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Dubious Ceremonies (I’ll Give You One Guess).

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

Word Count: ~2.3k

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“Níib óolal (Thank you), Namora,” At K’uk’ulkan voice, your gaze snapped to where he was standing. You weren’t the only one who had a wardrobe change. K’uk’ulkan was now wearing all white, like you. Simple. Respectful. “Je'el u páajtal u p'atik k (You can leave us).” Even as he continued to speak to Namora, his eyes did not once stray from you, soaking in your appearance. You were the only one he saw. K’uk’ulkan had seen many beautiful women in his five hundred years of life. All dressed in similar garb which you wore, decorated with traditional Mayan jade and vibranium piercings… but none of them looked as heaven sent as you. He was sure that out of all 13 layers of heaven, you descended from the highest level.

“Do I look weird?” You whispered in worry, shifting in place and grasping at the skirt of your dress. K’uk’ulkan slowly strode towards you as Namora bowed and left, leaving you with K’uk’ulkan and the older Talokanil. Approaching you, he stared down at you with blazing desire that oozed from his pores. A desire that you were still half blind to.

“Kin wilik jump'éel pixamech ti' tu táan Jaajal tin (I see an angel before me). ” He murmured, itching to sweep you into his arms and kiss you in fervent passion until he was drunk on your lips. Even then it would never be enough for the god. You blinked at him and your forehead scrunched. With a chuckle, K’uk’ulkan smiled at you. “You looked beautiful, Y/N.”

“Oh,” You commented, feeling a rush of heat blooming on your cheeks. Why were you acting like he was your school girl crush!? The man literally had his tongue down your throat not even three hours ago! And you certainly weren’t opposed!! “Thank you.” You cleared your throat. “So, I don’t know what I am supposed to do.”

“I have brought one of the Talokanil Elders, a shaman, to oversee the ceremony. It will be in my native tongue, I’m afraid, but you do not need to worry. I will tell you what you need to do when the time comes.” You nodded at him before looking at the table. There were so many things, varying from fruit and flowers, to pottery, intricate cloth, seeds, and more jade jewelry. “Offerings from our people, In k'iino’ (My sun). The seeds and petals we will offer to the sea when the ceremony is done.”

“That’s kind of them,” You said, glancing down in slight shame. You had nothing. “I have nothing to offer.” K’uk’ulkan gaze intensified, nearly drawing out a physical manifestation of what he was feeling for you in that moment.

“You are offering yourself, Y/N, that is more than any Surface Dweller has offered since our migration to the seas.” With those gentle words, K’uk’ulkan gestured to the alter. You tentatively stepped forwards, your eyes scanning the meticulous set up and for the last time, wondering if you really should be doing this. You knew nothing about what was about to be done. It was too late to back out now, both your and K’uk’ulkan’s people needed this. Your feet reached the edge of the alter and you paused, staring down at circle of grain encompassing the alter.

“I will not force you into doing something you do not wish for, Y/N,” K’uk’ulkan spoke, holding out his hand while giving you one last chance to change your mind. Not that it would change his desire for you. Staring at his hand, you took a deep breath and thought it over one last time. For once in your life, you wanted to have a purpose to your country, to your home. This was it. You didn’t want them to fight. You didn’t want war. You didn’t want K’uk’ulkan to be your enemy.

“For once in my life, I’m making my own decision.” You told him, reaching for his offered hand and placing your hand in his. “If I can stop bloodshed by offering myself, then I will.” Your hand, your fingers, were so small compared to his, but he held your hand with such gentleness as you lifted the hem of your dress and stepped your red painted foot onto the alter. Taking a standing position in front of the elder Talokanil, you looked between K’uk’ulkan and the elder as few short sentences were spoken.

“We are to be kneeling now,” K’uk’ulkan told you, helping you to get down on your knees without tripping over the skirt of your dress. Sitting back on your shins, you held your hands in your lap and watched as the shaman began speaking in rapid tongue. He made gestures to each of the four points on the alter, waving about more incense and shaking different objects around. While he was doing so, you tried to keep your anxiety in control but your left hand wouldn’t stop trembling against your right. K’uk’ulkan, without even glancing down at your nervous tick, reached over and placed his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around your shaking ones.

Soothing warmth radiated from his touch and you returned his grip, grateful to have something to ground yourself to. The more the shaman spoke, the closer you listened, to more entranced by the beauty of the language you became. You couldn’t help but peer closer at the bowl of… something, that the shaman held up. He spoke a few more words before offering it to K’uk’ulkan who took it with a bow of his head and took a sip from it. The he handed it to you, and you started sweating.

“It is balché, In k'iino’ (My sun),” He told you as you held the bowl in front of you with wide eyes. The liquid was an orange color, reminding you of a tea. “You only need to take a sip.”

Only a sip, you could do that. Raising to your lips, you took a meager sip of the liquid. Sweet ancestors this was alcoholic! You coughed a little as it went down your throat and warmed your cheeks. The shaman held out his hands and you passed the bowl over, trying not to continually cough. At least the shaman looked pleased you had drunk it. He spoke some more and reached for yellow and white flowers.

“This is the exchanging of flowers, the yellow represents the sun, and the white symbolizes the moon,” K’uk’ulkan murmured in your ear as the shaman offered you the two flowers to take, you took them and twisted them between your fingers. K’uk’ulkan continued to speak as he slipped the flowers behind your ear. “The Sun god is Kinich Ahau and the Moon goddess Ixchel.”

Looking down at the flowers you held, your lips twitched in concentration.

“Where should I put these?” This time K’uk’ulkan could not help the smirk.

“Wherever you may please, In k'iino’ (My sun),” He told you with a curvaceous smile. You just about shriveled in place at his smirk and the intensity in his eyes. Ancestors this man was lethal. You decided that they would look just as nice behind his ear, so you reached over and placed them there, neatly tucking them against his brown skin with a smile. Your fingers itched to stroke his pointed ears, to trail along their curve… you resisted yourself but K’uk’ulkan could see the desire within your eyes.

“What’s next?” You questioned, retracting your hands to your lap so you didn’t accidentally (or compulsively) touch his ears. Those ears you had been staring at twitched and the shaman spoke once more. K’uk’ulkan cocked his head to the side.

“One more exchange, and then he will tie ours hands and feet together and we speak our vows.”

“I don’t know how to speak Yucatec Maya,” You panicked, your eyes instantly filling with panic.

“You only need to say yes, je'el, or no, ma’. Assuming that you are willing to proceed, I believe yes will be your answer.” K’uk’ulkan spoke to you soothingly before being handed a beautifully carved box. He set it down between you and looking at it, your eyes followed along the carved Mayan symbols until he opened it to reveal two very intricate jade necklaces.

“Please don’t tell me I am going to owe you even more after this,” You whispered as K’uk’ulkan reached for the more delicate of the two necklaces.

“You already wear my mothers bracelet around your wrist, Y/N,” K’uk’ulkan spoke, unhooking the clasp. You glanced down to the lone piece of jewelry you had been allowed to wear, his mothers bracelet. “Now I wish to complete the set, or do you wish to refuse this gift?”

“You aren’t playing fair, K’uk’ulkan,” You snipped under your breath as he slowly clipped the intricate and delicate jade necklace around your neck, draping down in a curtain to brush against the skin of your chest. The cool beads touched your skin and started soothing your nerves. You received a playful grin from him.

“With you I shall never play fair, In k'iino’ (My sun). For you are a temptress that will lead me astray should you wish it.” That made you chuckle. You? A temptress capable of swaying someone as powerful as a god? Doubtful.

“I doubt that, K’uk’ulkan.” His eyebrow twitched and his fingers lingered near your chin, brushing along your jaw.

“Even the sun influences the tide,” K’uk’ulkan told you, reluctantly withdrawing his fingers. You didn’t understand what he meant by that and reached for the masculine jade necklace. Holding it up, you appreciated the design of the beads and how carefully crafted the jade was.

“This looks heavy,” You commented before stretching over to him and hooking it around his neck, letting the beautiful green jade rest where he usually wore his tribal necklace. “Are you sure I’m not shackling you to me?” Amusement flared within K’uk’ulkan eyes. You weren’t too far off the path with your words.

“If that is what you want, In reina.” You eyed him scrupulously, picking up on his teasing tone.

“I really should learn to speak Yucatec Maya, shouldn’t I…”

“It would be my ultimate pleasure to teach you.” K’uk’ulkan countered as the shaman who had been observing you the entire time, brought out red string. K’uk’ulkan held his hand out to you. “This is the last part, we need to stand for it. The shaman will bind our hands and feet together.” You were helped to your feet, K’uk’ulkan carefully holding the skirts of your dress so you didn’t trip. Then he held your hands firmly in his as the shaman wrapped the red string around your joined hands. When he bent down to tie the string around your and K’uk’ulkan’s ankles, you wobbled slightly.

“If I fall I am taking you down with me,” You told him frankly, your head leaning into his chest. You could feel his soft rumbling chuckle, and looked up into his face once more. How could anyone be that beautiful?

“In what world would I ever let you fall?” He reassured you with his blinding smile. Your heart skipped a beat and you found yourself entranced in his gaze. You vaguely heard the shaman speaking, and then registered that K’uk’ulkan has said je’el. Blinking yourself from your trance, you looked to the shaman who asked you a question. Your eyes went back to K’uk’ulkan and for a moment you found that you couldn’t speak. Had anyone ever stared into your eyes like he was? With such intensity that you felt like you had been left out in the Saharan desert to melt. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly, and you remembered you were supposed to say either yes or no. Your lips parted.

“Je’el,” You uttered, watching as K’uk’ulkan’s eyes nearly started glowing like chocolate embers. A shiver went down your spine and you could have sworn you felt something rushing through your veins, but you couldn’t break your gaze away from his. Lost in your trance and consumed by the look in his eyes, you were caught off guard when the triumphant sound of a conch being blown reached your ears and rattled your body. You jerked in place and lurched against K’uk’ulkan in surprise as the sound traveled around you, echoing through the caves and spreading outwards like a rippling wave. Deep within you, you felt like that was a signal for all to hear.

More words were exchanged between K’uk’ulkan and the shaman, but your mind was focused on the sound of the steady beat of K’uk’ulkan’s heart and the sound of your own breathing. Receding footsteps of the shaman leaving you and K’uk’ulkan alone, met your ears. A hand slipped across your cheek and pulled your face up.

“It is over, Y/N.” He gently told you, caressing your jaw lovingly. “You don’t need to stand so stiffly.” You then realized that your hands and feet were no longer bound.

“That’s good,” You murmured more to yourself than him. “That’s good… I don’t like fighting, I don’t like war. I— I don’t like it when people get hurt. It’s taken so much from me.”

“I know, In reina, I know,” K’uk’ulkan soothed, unable to stop himself from running his fingers across your cheek once more. “Shall we offer the seeds and petals now? Once we do that I can get you something to eat, you must be hungry.” You blinked and frowned, now that you thought about it, it had been a while since you last ate. You never did get around to fixing your dinner.

“Okay,” You agreed before shivering as your painted flesh prickled once more. Before you even noticed that he noticed, K’uk’ulkan had the white cloak he always kept perched on his shoulder, wrapped around your shoulders. It was warm, already having been heated by his skin. Looking down at the stitching, your fingers trailed along the hem line of it in appreciation. “How old is this?” You questioned, looking back up to K’uk’ulkan. He smirked.

“If I told you, you would refuse to wear it.” K’uk’ulkan told you, delighted by the pinch in your eyes as you fought against scowling at him. “Come,” He continued, placing a hand on your back and picking up the bowl of seeds and petals. “It is time we make our offerings.”

Date Published: 4/30/23

Last Edit: 4/28/23

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#namor #namor x y/n #namor x reader #namor of talokan #namor fanfiction #k'ul'kulkan #marvel #marvel x reader #black panther 2 #wakanda forever

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the-broken-truth · 5 months

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Hello friend! How are you? Are you making Yandere letters?! How awesome!! I want to request a Yandere letter too but from our Mighty Bear AU, for now I would like a Kratos Yandere letter to Björn that he receives when he’s in Asgard with his adoptive family. Björn decides to read what’s in the letter but when he finishes he’s like “HAHAHAHAHA F*CK U!” and he burns the letter with an annoyed smile in his face.

Broken Truth (Reading a Nordic Scroll before looking up at the ask, then back at the scroll): Björn getting a letter from Kratos while he is in Asgard? How would it even get there? Revna could take it to him - considering Kratos doesn't know who Revna really is. (Waves tail) Let the words weave together!

Björn was seated on a sofa in front of a fireplace, feeling the warmth radiating from the pit that filled the room with light and comfort. His clawed hands were holding a tome, and his golden eyes scanned through the written words on the pages. Lord Heimdall had given him the task of learning everything he could about the Asgardians and their way of life. Having made a name for himself in Asgard, Heimdall wanted the Bear Cub to be well-versed in the Asgardian hierarchy. Surprisingly, Björn knew his place as someone below Heimdall, even though Thor had taken him as his kin after losing his own sons Magni and Modi and his brother Baldur. Heimdall wanted Björn to be all he could be in Asgard, and he knew that knowledge was power, which is why he gave him books to read.

Björn looked up from his book as his mother Sif and twin sister Revna entered the living room. Sif kissed Björn on the forehead before allowing him to continue studying. Revna, known as the Wise Raven of Asgard, sat next to him. Despite her vast knowledge, Björn respected her just as much as she respected him. She handed him a folded letter from her satchel without a word. Björn looked confused at first, but as soon as he began reading, he understood why Revna looked uninterested. The letter contained news that left him stunned.

Boy,

I hope this letter finds its way into your claws, I was certain to give it to the girl known as Revna since she seems to know where you are all the time. I would have given the letter to Atreus to hand to you but I understand from what he has shared with me during his time in Asgard, that you avoid him as if he is the personification of death itself; I shall assume that you have not forgiven him nor I for what we have done in that past but you must understand that your anger, your rage, towards your brother and I are completely misplaced. We were only trying to make you see the error of your ways by making bonds and blood ties with the Sons and Brother of Thor; why would you make them your 'brothers' when already had a blood brother in Atreus - the one whom you shared a womb within the belly of your one and only more - Faye.

When you were born moments after Atreus, you mirrored Faye to perfection even though you were her son; now that I think of it, that girl to whom I had delivered this letter to you also looks like Faye, almost a spitting image. It is quite chilling considering that she has no links to her or even you, correct? I digress, I am getting distracted from the reason I am contacting you: You are to come home at once the next time Atreus returns here. This game you are playing has gone on long enough and we are sick of it, Björn - you are one of us, not them. You have the blood of a Greek God and a Jotunn and, I am sure that you know, the Jotunn are enemies to the Asgardians; especially Thor, who hunted down all of them but only missed your mother since she was able to defeat him in battle. How can you really call yourself Faye's son when you are calling her mortal enemy 'Father'? Get this through your head, Boy; you are not an Asgardian and you never will be. The only reason you are there is because they believe the Blood Contact you did with their lost spawn means that a piece of them still exists within you but we both know that is mere fantasy.

Stop this game and return home. You are not meant to be a warrior and you shall never be what you desire. Accept what you are and allow us to defend you as Faye would have wanted.

Until Then, ~ Your Father, Kratos

Björn looked at the letter for a while before looking at Revna with an expression that matched her own; they held their eyes together for a good minute as if they were having a silent conversation before they started bursting out with laughter as if they were jackals.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I needed a good laugh." Björn said as he balled the letter up between his clawed hand and threw it into the flames, watching the burn away the Ghost of Sparta's Words, "Your delusion is that I would actually believe your words, Ghost. FUck you and your words." He said before picking up his tome once again and continued reading with the smile remaining on his face.

#the might bear au #male reader/björn #female reader/revna #god of war ragnarok #platonic yandere letter #platonic yandere

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falling-heights · 1 year

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So I'm asking for turles. Because he is a masterpiece have you seen this man? That's a material. No idea what type but I like it. I like to think saiyans are shook by half human saiyan hybrids who are super strong. Ever think he'll pursue a human for the chance of strong offspring? He is looking for his perfect mate? Headcanons or thoughts? Your post literally give me life my dude

"D o I m a k e y o u n e r v o u s ?"

Turles’ entire life mission is essentially the hope of restarting the Saiyan Race. Really though, his real goal is to become a god. He wants something to rule, something that's his. And most importantly, he wants to be worshipped.

To him, the idea of a mixed breed is appalling, a disgrace to its own existence. His first thought would be to dispose of you. Of course, that's truly the only reasonable thing to do.

But, you seem to have caught him off guard. This silly excuse of kin should be easy work, but how is it that you're able to keep your own, even to the point of his possible defeat?

How is it that a mutt could best a pureblood?

Upon the realization that half-breeds are indeed stronger than pureblooded saiyans, his way of thinking may begin to change. Instead of some hindrance, if he were to gain your trust, you could easily become an essential asset.

Turles values others by how much they can offer him. Though, internally, he may hate the idea at first, your presence would eventually become a lifeline.

If he could spawn saiyans not only stronger but better in almost every aspect than those of before, then of course he’d be interested. Albeit, Turles is picky.

You are the least appealing option for a mate. You are half-human, after all. However, his respect for you will eventually outweigh his disgust. You are after all, incredibly strong and exactly what he would have wanted in a true-blood. He may say that this sort of relationship is only based on business, something that both of you can offer each other, but its easy to see that this really isn't the truth.

I think, given a lot of time and patience, he would eventually see you as an equal, something he could rely on and trust only as much as he trusts himself. Which says a lot considering he's never trusted anything in his life.

It's been awhile, hasn't it? I have a few more things I plan to post. We shall see.

#yandere turles #turles x reader #turles dbz #dbz turles #dbz #dbz x reader #dbz fanfiction #dbz saiyan #tree of might #yandere #yandere writing #yandere x reader #[ turles ]#yandere headcanons

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unhingedkinfessions · 3 months

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so like. we're in this discord server and its p sick lol theres not many issues with it tbh but there is smth thats been botherin me and ive gotta get it out somewhere so that i dont feel like an asshole for sayin it in the server itself its very 'kin focused, a lot of ppl in the server are otherkin. so we have a channel for ppl to talk about 'kin stuff. only issue is that its open to anyone who joins the server. which wouldnt be an issue if we didnt have the occasional person join whos a 'normie' and then they automatically have access to the kin channel. we're also all very anti-kff and are very open abt how those ppl arent welcome in our space and are fine with explainin the dif if needed this is context needed for what imma talk abt lol so theres this guy in the server, we'll call him G, and he's just some dude who is in the server and exists in our space. which is totes fine. but. G has a bad bad habit of thinking that being kin = relating to a character/having a comfort character. and we (several members of the server + the owner) have explained that he is wrong several times. he asks what 'kinning' is and we explain. we explain at least once a week atp but for some reason, it just isnt clickin for the guy. that or he is blatantly ignorin us anytime we explain it. but the thing is. he blames not understandin on his autism/adhd. which is genuinely the most bullshit thing ive ever heard bc like. most of us HAVE autism/adhd and we're like... come on dude.... i understand not gettin social norms and shit but at this point, its gettin absurd. it doesnt help that he also blatantly ignores ppl's boundaries and continues to post things that make ppl uncomfortable and then once again, blaming his neurodivergence for his actions. which again. most bullshit thing ive ever heard. i genuinely dont know why this fucker is still in the server atp. he doesnt respect any of us. he's even gone as far as to try and use tupperbox (which we have for system + kin use) for his 'fandoms' as he says. and then ignoring when i told him that he's NOT ALLOWED to do this. genuinely i cannot fucking stand this guy and i want him out of the server because fuck him. if you cant respect our space or us you can get the fuck out. stop acting like you're kin when you say you dont even know what being kin means. stop ignoring us when we try to explain it to you. stop acting like you're absolved from any repercussions just bc you're autistic and downt undewstand uwu fuckin. shut the hell up dude i hate your bitchass. petition for the server owner to ban his ass the next time he says some stupid bullshit

also ik someone from said server follows this blog so hiiii if u see this <333 ik u agree with me bc weve talked abt it before <3333 love you dude /p ur so cool

girl what the fuck

ruling:

#kin server stories #Anonymous #mod bender

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thefestivelbnuy · 5 months

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I'm bored, but i also want to make a beenose design army. Anyway put send me your beenose design or commenting say (I had a design for her) or whatever (as long as it isn't innaproriate) or somebody design (with permission consent ask to them, or if they allowed it). To join the beenose army. Pls send here or post it on your tumblr or link it at comments section so I could see it and draw it. or on reblog comments.

Edited:Current status: it still open and available (feel free to submitted or post or send here or comment ^_^).

Question and answer.

~Can we used art bases if I can't draw but can colored art base to submitted this beenose army?

Yes you can as long as you credited the person on who originated drawing the art base while you colored them.But respect and pay attention if they want it used, also a p2u (Pay to use) base that you use for this is allowed as long as you pay the artist to use them not stealing it!, also f2u (free to u

Is allowed if the artist base want allowed it for design).

~can I submitted/joined about I still a new artist or beginner artist or unpopular artist?.

Yes you can, you don't need to be popular or professional to join this, spread your creativity, everyone is allowed to join, and go ahead, and feel free (except for problematic artist).

~can I join in as a popular or semi-popular or professional artist?.

Yes you can. Go ahead feel free.

~can I join this even if I don't know who the character or can't read book, not join fandom, not read AVOS (a vision of shadows), not a big fan of her?.

yes ofc.

~ can I join even if I draw and picture beenose design different than the canon or others?

Yes you can whoever, you can follow the canon or your ways or interpret it different.

~can I add my friends/bestie/family/someone else/idol beenose design here?

Yes you can but with their consent permission ask or if their allowed but with credits.

.~can i join if I had multiple design of beenose because I had no idea which one I like because I like design her much.

Yes ofc, the more beenose, the more beenose.

~could you put my new beenose design, if it outdate/old?

Yes of course, just ask me to do it, so I could update it and added the new design and also keep the old one.

Credit on who start the character army thing= (I has no idea but pls tell me. So I could credit them here).

Beenose = character isn't belong to me but erin hunters and warrior cat books.

But also inspired of this.

Link:

Edited: Also part 0.

Beenose Design wasn't mine or created but by @disgruntleddemon or @antfur (the person design blog), check them out. While I'm only in charge drawing the art.

Thank you so much for participating.

Part 1.

My beenose design (she look similar to frostpaw, the one that had mane fur back and tabby mackerel stripe and pale white eclipse back, spiky fur with ear 1 down flop) is on left while the is on right ⬅️ while the left ➡️ is by @/disgruntleddemon or @/antfur.

Word tags/hashtag [ignore]

#Warrior cat, #warrior cats, #beenose, #warriors, #erin hunters, #warrior cat book, #wc, #binos, #shadowclan, #she cat, #the kin, #the kin, #snowbird family, #beepaw, #beekit, #wc, #wc fandom, #warriorcat, #warriorcats, #beenose character, #beenose army, #warrior cat community, #warrior cat fandom, #warrior cats fandom, #fandom, #avos, #a vision of shadows, #warriors, #warrior cat character.

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gatoplaga · 28 days

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FAQ

It'll be updated to keep track of anything new or necessary to add.

Can I draw/write fanfics/do edits/mood boards with/of your ocs?

YES! I love when people do things with my children, just make sure to credit me and tag me, I wanna see (headcannons are also very welcomed and encouraged).

I do not give permission for the usage of my work in any form that involves AI in any way tho. No chat bots, no feeding it, no anything, relating to that shit.

Can I make pins/posters/other merchandise of your art?

Yes, but only for personal use. Pls do not sell my work in ANY way.

¹Can I RP with your ocs? (²& kin them/tag as kin/anything of the sort)

Privately. I don't mind as long as I don't see it. Not judging or anything, it just makes me kinda iffy yk?

Yeah sure, have fun, go wild. Love to see people relating to my dumb creations. I would like if you try and keep them as close to canon as possible, it's not mandatory tho!

Can I send you an ask about something 1.NSFW / 2.Personal?

Yeah! be as nasty as you want, there’s no shaming in here. We love that nasty stuff. . . .But about characters and stuff, obviously nothing directed to me. I think that should go without saying.. Be respectful though, and mindful. We're all buddy buddies in here until lines are crossed. And please have your age in bio or somewhere where I can see it! I won't answer anything even suggestive otherwise.

Shoot, but an answer is not guaranteed! I'm not fond with the idea of putting too much personal information about me out there, but we'll see.

What program do you use? Did you study art?

Fire Alpaca now. Used to use Sai2 but.. well. Stuff happened, so it'll be a while until I can go back to my wife.

And.. does self taught-ing myself counts..? if so, then yes. I did go to art school but honestly I didn’t learn shit and it was stupid, worthless, pointless and draining. It sucked and I hated it. Don’t go to art school kids. It kills your creativity.

Are we allowed to repost/reference/use/trace your art?

Don't repost. To any platform, especially tiktok(hate that shit..). Not even with credit, yeah? Giving credit is not having consent. Send links to my posts, reblog them, I have an insta, you can upload my stuff to ur stories and all. But NO REPOSTING of any kind.

But reference and trace? Yeah, sure. By all means, have fun with it, I don’t mind. If it helps u grow and learn, then I'm happy to help! Just credit me when tracing (ref too), and it'll be nice if you can take the time to add the original piece or leave a link to it in the post. OH! and make sure to tag me in referenced stuff if you want to, I would love to see what y'all can do with my shit!

Can I throw money at you for no particular reason at all?

I mean... if you want, go ahead. Feed me your greens. The links should be up there. In the carrd thingy. If ya don't see it or it's working wrong, my PayPal is @gatoplaga LMAO<;33

#pinned post shenanigans

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loveletterkins · 1 year

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♡ ♡ ♡ oh, hey, you! i've been waiting for you! welcome!

welcome to loveletterkins! ࿐

we're a system-run edit blog where we all pitch in to make edits for you! that's right, you! we do stuff for kins, fictives (and other sysmates), irls and just about anyone else who wants them! this is our pinned post, where you can find all of our information! please take care to read if its your first time on our blog.

here's the REQUEST TRELLO.

♡﹒mod monika

『 RULES 』

please be sure to check the header for if my inbox is open! whenever it is closed, i like to keep the asks open so i can answer questions and talk to followers, but any reqs sent while my reqs are closed will be ignored and deleted!

its encouraged that you give me a general themeing for your reqs. for example; scenecore rainbow dash icon or red toned nagito icons. if you dont specify, i will use my default style (as seen in my own icon and header and such)

we are a system and the only mods we will ever accept will be within our own system. mod apps will not open.

because this is only a hobby for fun, we might delete requests we simply dont think we have the motivation to do. that will be a rare occurrence, however.

no discourse in the inbox. no drama of any sort, in fact.

you can req for specific mods but it might take a while if you do!

『 DNI 』

terfs, swerfs, radfems or people who police identities and don't respect neopronouns/mogai identity labels.

people who are anti-self diagnosis and/or fakeclaim people.

people who disbelieve and/or dislike the kin community.

more can be added.

『 BLACKLIST 』 sources that i will not do.

Hetalia

Countryhumans

Attack on Titan

South Park

Family Guy, American Dad, other similar cartoons

Rick and Morty

『 WHITELIST 』 sources that i enjoy and will do eagerly, will take priority over other requests!

Pokemon

Cookie Run

Ace Attorney

Danganronpa

NGE

Splatoon

MLP:FIM

DDLC

NOTE: i will do any source other than whats on the blacklist! even if i am not familiar.

『 WHAT I CAN DO 』

Icons (incl. pride, aesthetic, matching, reply, shaped)

Headers (for tumblr or twitter)

Wallpapers (desktop or phone)

Banners (for pluralkit or blog use! dni included.)

Moodboards (for characters, but also will do these for songs and names!)

Playlists (will take a long time, and will be on youtube!)

Stimboards

Sprite Edits (will take a long time)

Character Pride Flag Recolors

Userboxes

Shopping Suggestions (fashion, stim, self-care, etc.)

Pronoun + Name Ideas (based on characters or just based on vibes you want!)

Pluralkit Display Name Formats

Pluralkit Bio Formats

Pendulum Readings

Tarot Card Readings

Shufflemancy Readings

Sparkle Images (scenecore blingee style ones)

Blinkie Packs (i don't make them but i suggest them!)

Stamp Packs (same as above!)

Promotions

Kin Confessions

Kin Venting

Kin Positivity

Kin Calls

『 PACK OFFERS 』

packs take longer than normal requests, but they come with a lot for your troubles!

Layout Pack (3 icons, 3 headers)

Pluralkit Pack (3 icons, 3 banners, display name + bio layout)

Identity Pack (1 - 3 pride icons, pronoun suggestions, name suggestions, OPTIONAL color picked pride flag)

Old Web Pack (3 scenecore icons, a sparkle image, a blinkie pack and a stamp pack)

Spiritual Pack (shufflemancy reading, pendulum reading, tarot card reading)

Bad Day Pack (3 icons, a wallpaper and kin positivity)

The Total Package (1 of each request type except for calls, confessions, venting and promotions. can ask for things to be left out if desired!)

『 MODS 』

Mod Monika (she/they/it)

Mod Sherlock (any pronouns)

Mod Karkat (he/they)

Mod Maki (she/they)

Mod Mikan (she/they/deco/nurse)

Mod N (any pronouns)

Mod Azriel (they/them)

Mod Arven (he/they)

Mod Fluttershy (she/her)

Mod Roxy (she/they/he)

Mod Callie (she/they)

Mod Ankha (she/they)

Mod Sunset (she/they)

Mod Piers (they/it/he/null)

『 BELOVED ANONS 』

if we see your anon name (such as 'tiny dog anon' or 'papyrus anon') 3 times or more, you will get added to the list so we can greet you every time we see you for frequenting us!!

🎸 anon

#pinned #edit blog #kin edits #system edits #fictionkin #requests

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monkiebois · 2 years

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What’s Nezha’s relationship with Erlang Shen like in your consequences AU??

hoooo boi, im glad u asked anon!

so erlang shen lead the celestial troops to capture sun wukong and then burn down ffm, one of the causes for wukongs IMMENSE trauma.

right yeah we got thatn down but speaking of nezha....hhmmmm i cant say some things about what happened on ffm bc some shit did go down with nezha, but im making a 3 part comic for it so i dont wanna spoil anything.

but lets just say something happened on ffm so now nezha somewhat fears and hates erlang.

overall nezha sees as he does every other celestial in heaven that was involved with the whole "war against swk" thin, stuck up prissy assholes. bassically this is the whole sun families opinion on them but nezha is the best at hiding said opinion.

So regarding erlang he does not like him, as far as he's concerned he's the one of the main reasons his mother was tortured in heaven before his very eyes. nezha ofc regrets not doing anything to stop it back then, deeply regrets it. but there was nothing he could do, either stand up for him and eventually go down with him or stand aside and at least one of them gets out of this unscarred.....

at least physically.

but he respects erlang as his boss, he's good at not letting emotions cloud his judgement so no one suspects a thing. even wukongs shocked at how easily nezha can have a conversation with erlang.

Erlang doesnt suspect a DAMN thing, in fact he see's nezha as like...some kind of star pupil. Nezha is one of the only celestials he truly trusts to get something important done, efficiently and on point without complaint. Nezha is a smart and reliable god in his eyes. if theres anyone he will trust to get something important done its nezha.

this ofc doesnt bother nezha bc the more he gets in good standing with erlang the less the rest of heaven can talk shit about him and his past.

it does bother swk

"you know you could always just...not do it...punch him in the face and then come here. whats he gonna do 'fight me' again? HAH that furnace those fucks threw me in only sharpened my abilites. i'd love to see him try"

"mother"

"he wants a damn rematch ill give him one"

"mother"

"ill rip out his third eye and stick it-"

"OOOOOOOKAY MOTHER IM LEAVING GOODBYE"

yeah

sun family overall none of them like erlang but nezha is the best at controlling himself, so they merely have a respectful coworkers relationship but if nezha could punch erlang through a mountain with no consequences he would. but there are consequences...ones he truly fears even 3000+ years after the burning of flower fruit mountain.....

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hmmmmmm i have aboslutly no impulse control so ill show you guys this. its written to plan out a comic so its kinda sounds wierd

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“You are a traitor to your own kin, a diastrious beast”

The darkness curls up and over nezha a single eye open upon its forehead “perhaps you must share sun wukongs fate”

It’s hand reaches up “you both are one and the same…”

Nezha is frozen in place, show his shoulders but not his eyes “although…”

The dark hand traces the scar upon nezha’s neck “I’m sure we can kill you”

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(i dont like erlang >:] )

#consequencesau💫#nezha #erlang shen #sun wukong #anon ask #wordscribbles

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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For the noncanon ask | I will absolutely take any excuse to talk ab my Tokyo Ghoul kin bc it means so much to me.

I was a GNC transman Quinx. I had a twin brother, also noncanon, who was human and felt a lil weird ab the whole Quinx thing. Becoming a Quinx helped me So Much though - I was so weak and sickly before, but after the transformation I could really hold my own! Which he appreciated, at the very least, but now I was in danger all the time.

I also had a friend. A ghoul (not that I knew that). We were friends since childhood but when I was not only gonna join the CCG, but also undergo a surgery to be Ghoul Lite? Oh it was NOT happy. We had a really big falling out about it. We stopped talking for a Long time. I never put it together that it was upset because It was a ghoul. I ran into it again in a really bad fight. It was just us. The reconnect was scary, and it still seemed Really angry with me. Seeing it like that though... Everything clicked into place. And I felt awful... Through some fighting, we kinda came to terms and the idea to leave the CCG was planted! Also I was in love with it. But I was also in love w Haise. Tricky :/

I was really close to Tooru. There was a mutual respect bc Gender. I was jealous but enamored w how well he passed, and how that was how he Wanted to look. I lamented that performing hypermasculinity made me feel trapped, and he respected how I could wear dresses and makeup and have long hair All The Time and get misgendered All The Time in favor of dressing how I wanted. I loved him sm (/p) and he loved me sm (/r) and then he got offed cuz 😬 Haise Jealous. And I went 😬 and Haise went 👹 and that was kinda that.

Haise n I left the CCG Together, which was prolly good for us cuz Urie was Always like hey u two are Gross even when we WEREN'T DOIN ANYTHING we'd just stand next to each other n he'd be like youre disgusting. What's wrong w u. Shove us apart n shit. Idk why he was like that. Maybe he wishes he were us 😤

This is so long. Anyway me n Haise n Hot Friend all eventually came together as a couple and we helped Haiseneki through his DID anddddd it's my favorite lil life rn

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #quinxkin #tokyoghoulkin #memorie sissue #medical cw #misgendering cw #transphobia cw #homophobia cw #au canons #mod party cat

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ikilledamanforthisurl · 1 year

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Minami anon x4 but you bring up a lot of really interesting points abt like subcultures / attitudes and also more personal life stuff I never thought about b4! In my head the kinda headcanon justification I made for myself was like the idea Minami used to be formerly realllyyyyy low on the yakuza ladder and as thus kinda just acted like a robot / as dully competent as possible (he wouldn’t drink because What If that affects his ability to Do Anything etc) and so on and Internally Really Wanting To Live A Much different life / be more important then just Another Guy In this Organisation. Which is why he clings so hardcore onto emulating Majima who IS someone eye catching and attention grabbing and to him Important. I think my main basis for this is all of the times Minami in like fight scenes acts really dramatically and even when he loses tries to insist on Keeping On Fighting UNTIL Majima walks in and Minami completely shuts down and just lets him Do As He Does. Sorry if this is a rly big deviation I didnt have a lot to respond to your previous answer outside of I think it’s all really interesting especially the stuff in tags regarding his tattoos (who is she fr!) and if this were a situation where we were having a more private one on one conversation i'd nod very enthusiastically

HAHAHA i know this feeling. thank u for indulging me either way anon and idm the deviation it's like waving a new set of keys in front of my adhd ass. passionate conversations with me derail all over the place i'm very used to it ^_^

and i really like your point about him not wanting to blend in, wanting to Stick Out as a Somebody. it would not phase that kind of Minami if drinking + whatever else was the norm amongst his peers. perhaps it was influence from Majima that convinced him to drink after all........ its certainly what i like to think....... makes their stupid toxic dynamic hurt a little more

and i am so glad u also noticed the way he refuses defeat every chance he gets it literally plagues my thoughts the most.... i think about it sooooo much so so soo much. it's definitely an ego thing + just another nod to Minami's utter reverence of Majima. he goes from being pretty emotional and throwing a tantrum when you Throw Off His Groove™ but forgoes doing what he wants the second the bossman gives the order. Boss' word takes all priority, regardless if you're stupid, or emotional, or whatever else.

I love picking this apart trying to discern their dynamic but it also reflects on how Majima is with his men in general..... I've yet to see any of his boys defy him. And for good fucking reason (insert montage of him smacking around his own men)........ Minami also kindof reflects this in how he strings along a bunch of his fellow Family men to watch him fuck around on the karaoke machine, who CLEARLY don't want to be there but tolerate him regardless! I'd like to think he doesn't randomly assault them though. Not over small shit anyways, he seems pretty lenient and understanding (see: "shit happens"). He's probably just very obnoxious when ribbed, as he is in many other aspects. Or hell, maybe he shuts down and gets so bummed out that its obnoxious in a really cringefail pitiful way

Ideally Majima's garnered respect not strictly through violence.... We have all seen how personable he can be and how he got himself roped into helping random folks all over in y0. Ideally Minami even less so, if he is as lenient as he seems. Which leads me to asking what's up with his title, "junior leader"? What the fuck even is that? Surely it doesn't bring all that tolerating respect with it yknow. I dont think anyone else in the series is a JL. We're not particularly clued in to how Yakuza life actually works in the game about Yakuza, but you can bet I can pull ideas out of thin air to tie stuff together if given scraps

Least likely in my opinion: JL is literally a next-of-kin for a leader position in the Family, possibly for patriarch itself, which implies a much closer relationship between Minami & Majima than we're ever clued into. i'm also not so sure it suits him (though i can pull arguments for it out of thin air as well if you want) since he really seems like the kinda guy happy doing his regular grunt work. brother is not patriarch material imo...... not for what i personally believe a patriarch's duties are, anyways.

Funnier option: he got the role to be appeased. you mentioned that you think he wants to Be Somebody and i completely headcanon-same..... this scrappy little shitkicker kid waltzed in one day, hounded someone until they let him join, and has been gunning for respect ever since. not necessarily power, i'd like to think he wants to be well-liked, but also, it's totally an approval-from-the-father thing. he wants to do good enough for Majima to Notice. since Minami wouldn't know subtlety if it socked him in the face, it's not difficult in the slightest to see this and he gets thrown a Special Role because he's just the most Specialest Boy Ever.... in this case Junior Leader probably just reflects stuff he was already good at while working. Couldve been a socialite amongst the new kids on the block, could even be a trainer. Higashiyama and Nojiri (Dead Souls Majimagumi) seem to imply that recruiters and their recruitees generally work one-on-one and get to know one another pretty well, but that could easily just be a Them thing. I'm sure there's plenty of newbies who get recruited by already-busy blokes.... fuck it, have Minami show them the ropes, get em ready ASAP and keep it going......... yknow that type of thing

#ikildaman shut the fuck up #i cant find where to put this in the post but i like to think minami learned this no-quitting habit from majima #in my own little... idk what youd call it.. hc story for him he trains relentlessly to try and match majimas power #backed up by canon btw minami is genuinely tough as nails. he winds both protags #which isnt hard because one of them is fucking akiyama and the other is a multi-wave fight for saejima #and annihilates an unnamed number of dudes. unarmed. without so much as a scratch #dude is a fucking machine. menace #that being said majima is also POWERFUL. absolutely batshit levels of power #and as surprisingly competent as minami is. he cant match up. hahaha he aint never matching up #the longer time post-shimano goes on and the more majima mellows out... the more majima actually trains with his men sometimes #instead of just jumping them when he feels like it yk #and i like to think minami is the Only person whose hyped when he does #i like to think he pesters and pesters and pesterrrrs majima to face off with him every time #i like to think hes never even come close to winning. he insists on retrying anyways #majimas got this whole strength = respect thing going on and totes passes down his mentality and teachings to him in the worst way possible #minami tries to hold out a little more each time #totally breaking his own body to do this #lots of easily avoidable long-lasting damage ensues #i just really love making their dynamic so miserable. majima youve fucked up your perfectly good gokudo. look at them they have anxiety etc #sorry if this is all over the place i am SICK (literal

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Going 2 b honest it's kind of weird of u 2 assume those of us who use it/its don't know the implications that might come from that . For some of us its reclaiming it (plenty of us got called "it" as children for looking a bit 2 transgender or being a bit 2 autistic or weird or gay) for some of us we don't care. Some ppl use it because their genders r more complicated than "man" "woman" or "nebulous other/none". Some ppl use it because they r therians/kin/etc but that is not my experience so I can't speak on it. It's not rlly ur business 2 decide what we deserve 2 call ourselves. I mean if u want 2 misgender ppl that's its own problem but assuming u don't want 2. Don't patronize us and assume we don't know what we're doing. Most of us aren't children and we r perfectly capable of understanding what we r saying. I hope u never interact with someone who uses it/its because its literally not that fucking deep

It is deep though. I am deeply sorry for the people who were constantly called and referred to as “it” throughout their childhoods and lives. That’s a heartbreaking thing and I can only imagine the pain each individual felt when being referred to as such. It’s heartbreaking to know that many of the people were not truly seen as humans, and it truly is a travesty of our modern age.

I know many of the people don’t understand the implications of the word as a majority asking to be called “It” are in fact children. Children that don’t fully comprehend right from wrong, that don’t fully comprehend truth from fiction, children that simply can’t understand the meaning because their brains are still not yet full developed. If you don’t trust a 10-year-olds to drive safely by themselves as they don’t fully comprehend the dangers of the road, if you don’t trust a 13-year-olds to comprehend the consequences of getting filler/injection as they are still underdeveloped puberty wise, if you don’t trust a 16-year-olds to be able to comprehend what it takes to take care of a family; then you shouldn’t trust them to comprehend the decision they are making to willingly dehumanize themselves, to be at war with themselves constantly, never knowing who they truly are.

Gender isn’t actually that complicated. See “gender” was created for the use of languages and languages alone! For example Latin uses genders to refer to masculine, feminine, and neuter nouns and verbs, and where all Romance Languages are derived from Latin, they follow similar patterns! For example Agriculae means “The Farmer” and because it ends in “ae” the word is masculine; Stella means “A Star” and because it ends in “a” the word is feminine; Verbum means “A word” and because of the “um” the word is neuter. Gender was never used to describe a person, nor was it ever meant to, it’s just for the words themselves. And as for sex, well simply put, there are only 2 sexes as proven by science.

Animals also only have 2 sexes which are male and female. So even if someone finds that they wish to be more animalistic, they would still be either female or male.

I will call people by what they are. I hold respect for the person, but that does not mean I have to respect their choices; and I expect the same in return. When I made that post I already knew someone would tell me to kill myself, which a person did. I knew that I would be insulted and told to grow up, which many people did. I knew that people would talk down to me and try to guilt trip me, which did happen. Despite this, I hold no grudge and I will continue to talk in a respectful manner. I believe that everyone has an important purpose in life, that each person is imperfect (myself included), but even so everyone can create beautiful and important things no matter what. Most importantly, I believe that real and objective truth is one of the greatest things we hold in this life. For if we can not see the world through the lens of reality, there is nothing left in this world that can ever be viewed as true and beautiful ever again. Where truth has been covered up, chaos and cruelty will reign in its place. I often hear people say that “God made a mistake”, but that would imply that God is some bumbling oaf that doesn’t know his left from right. God is a perfect being, He has never, nor can He ever, make a mistake. If you don’t believe in God, then it must be even harder. To constantly be war with yourself, to never be at peace with oneself is a heartbreaking thought. To never trust your mind, to curse your soul, to choose to remain in confusion and darkness…I can only imagine how painful that must be. I send all my love and all of my prayers to these people, because they deserve happiness; but more importantly they deserve the peace and assurity that comes with truly accepting oneself for who you are, not who you think you “should be”.

Thank you for taking the time to read through this, and please know I am open to having a peaceful and open discussion. There is nothing wrong with a disagreement nor civil debate. I hope that even if we can not come to an agreement I hope that we can at least see eye-to-eye and that both of us can come to an understanding.

#conservatism #conversation #civil debate

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