#(cause honestly I don't think they'd get along right away like at all)

[machinthemachine]

I'm sorry

[ddollfface]

There's just something about... a silent yandere, who's constantly overthinking, that gives me an eerie feeling. You never know what they're thinking, but you know that something's brewing in that mind of theirs, and it sure as hell isn't anything good.

They're smart, no doubt, that was clear the moment you met them. The way they hold themselves just gives off an air of natural intelligence, something they were gifted the moment they spoke their first word. And they've kept that same energy throughout their whole life, until they met you, you, you.

The moment they met you, for the first time in their life, they had no idea what they were doing. They had no control over their breathing. Their heart pound through their ribcage in a rhythmic bum, bum, bum. Their palms become sweaty and the hairs on the back of their necks begin to stand, causing their brain to go foggy and all rational thinking to go out the window. No doubt, you were something different, something they'd never encountered before. And they had no idea what to do.

You made them feel weak in the knees, and they couldn't think of a way to stop it. At first, they thought to avoid you at all costs, only to find that an ach in their chest began to form. This feeling in the pit of their stomach opened up their heart, and it burned, searing through their flesh, and they began to cry.

What the hell have you done to them, Goddamnit! All rationality wasn't found and was replaced with an insufferable need to talk to you, to touch you, and to consume you. They wanted to know everything about you; why you don't you like math? What's your favorite color? Do you want kids, they sure want your babies, if only she had a dick...

What?

What the hell is wrong with them? They must've gone mad... but they're far too gone to rationalize what they're feeling, so they decided to follow along with their heart, ignoring the impending feeling in their head, telling them to run away.

As each day passes, they grow closer, and closer to you, finding more reasons to stay near. They found that they like you, everything about you. And now, instead of wanting to run away, she wants to be as close as possible. She wants to be your best friend, the person you turn to when shit hits the fan, she wants to be your girlfriend...

If only you'd wake up and realize that your friend in fact does not want to go on a date with Javier. That she is in fact not interested in Daniel, or Owen, or Chuy, or Carlos- Goddammit! Can't you get it through your thick skull!? She wants you, you idiot!

Who knew someone so smart could be so dumb. She surely didn't because sitting here, listening to you talk, she's realized that you're utterly oblivious. For the past seven years, she's been giving you hints as to her sexuality, but instead of taking the hint and waking the hell up, you've decided that she's unlucky in love... Yeah, right... You've taken her love life into your hands and have made the decision to set her up on multiple, and I mean multiple, blind dates with far too many men to count. Each and every time the topic comes up, she tries to divert it away from her barren, and honestly sad, love life towards something far more interesting like the haircut you got last week, or the recent Kardashian drama. But nope, you don't want to hear it, instead babbling on and on about some new guy you've met, who would be the "perfect" fit for her. If only you knew... Maybe there's something about the way you seem too enthusiastic about setting her up, or the way you know so much about these men, that gets her riled up to the point where her knuckles turn white and her smile becomes taught. You're completely oblivious to the storm that's brewing, going on and on as you take a sip of your warm beverage, sitting right next to her. Her eyes drift down to your lips, which haven't stopped moving since the two of you walked into the cafe. And, without thinking, she grabs your chin, smashing your lips together, nibbling at your bottom lip. Her tongue piercing rubbing against your upper lip, asking for an entrance. And at that moment- oh You get it now.

[lighthouseshepard]

felt inspired by this insanely gorgeous piece of art that i cant get out of my head by @mikonez and my hand slipped (posting it here with their permission! ❤️)

"John?" Arthur murmurs, cracking one eye slowly open. "Is that you?"

Among the haze of his vision, a blend of shifting shadows and points of flickering light like radio static made tangible, he barely makes out the figure standing at the edge of the bed. If he had half a mind more than what he currently possessed, the sight might have set his nerves on edge. As it stood, fighting against the dredges of sleep which sought to keep him under, the familiar silhouette was nothing but a cause for another kind of concern.

"John?" he asks a second time. With a mumbled groan he picks his head up off the pillow, straining to see. "Are you alright?"

The figure shifts. John steps up to the side of the bed, walking through the wide beam of moonlight piercing soft and silver through the windowpane. In its gentle illumination the long, silken strands of black hair falling across his shoulders and down his back seemed to hold a faint glow.

"Hi, Arthur," he says quietly, uncharacteristically subdued. "Did I wake you?"

Even after a week of hearing that voice aloud he couldn't get used to it. The distinct and velvety rumble of John's words was stronger outside of his own head. Kinder somehow, too. Though they no longer carried the undercurrent of an echo, something of the god remained when he spoke.

"Hmm? No, no, you didn't." Arthur holds back a yawn. "I think I was dreaming."

"Oh?" 

John drifts closer. The pajama pants and shirt they'd bought for him fit loosely on his new frame, creating the image of a man slouching uncertainly. Arthur couldn't tell if he truly was hunched or not, all six feet and more of him trying to appear as small as possible.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Honestly? I don't remember. A field of flowers, maybe. Something golden." Lifting his head further, he squints. "John, are you okay?"

Expressions on his face were surprisingly easy to read. Before they separated John theorized that he'd need to learn how to show emotion, that it wouldn't come naturally after getting his own body. His worry eventually fizzled into frustration when the opposite became true - every feeling, every fleeting thought, any inkling of desire was visible on his face from day one. He couldn't hide anything no matter how hard he tried. A lack of poker face, Arthur told him, but he failed to see how a card game came into play.

"I'm fine." He shrugs. "Couldn't sleep."

"Again?" At this Arthur props himself up on one elbow, both eyes focusing fully. "This is the third night you’ve woken up. You're not too cold, are you?"

"I don't... think so?" John replies, frowning. "I don't feel cold, anyway. If anything I'm itchy."

A flash of amusement shines in Arthur's tired smile. "I imagine clothes are going to take some getting used to, yes."

"That’s an understatement," John grumbles. He picks absently at the hem of his shirt. "I don't see why these are necessary."

"Because it's freezing outside and in, and you'll likely catch a cold without them. Plus-"

He waves him off. "I know. Societal conventions. Whatever. You're not wearing a shirt, I might add," he points out stubbornly.

"That's because I'm never cold."

"Do you even have a blanket?"

Arthur gazes up at him pointedly. "John, what's on your mind?"

Rubbing one arm with his hand, he glances down at his bare feet. Ten new fingers, ten toes. Entirely too many to deal with on top of everything else. "Like I said. I couldn't sleep."

"Right," Arthur says empathetically. His smile begins to dwindle, lips pulling downward. "I can't imagine it's an easy task, John. You are learning how to for the first time, essentially."

"Yeah, well," he huffs. "Instead of getting easier it's slipping further away from me."

"Are you still having those dreams?"

"I wouldn't call them dreams, Arthur." More along the lines of nightmares.”

"Right," Arthur repeats, mumbling. "No, of course not."

He rubs the sleep from his eyes, studying what he could of John in the moonlight. Although his sight had yet to return fully, the slow progress was enough of a lifeline to keep him at ease, for now. Neither could have predicted how the ritual would turn out, and for them to both emerge alive, first and foremost, was an odd little cosmic blessing in itself.

After a week John was still adjusting. Arthur didn't blame him in the slightest, but the empathy he felt for his situation wasn't always well received. John, so far at least, tended to misconstrue it as pity regardless of how many assurances he was given. 

As Arthur gazes up at him, he notes two things: among the frustration worrying a crease into his brow, another more poignant emotion lingered underneath, so far removed from what shape he knew longing to take that it swung all the way back around into desperation; and John, arms now crossed along his torso, was shivering.

"John, you're - come here," Arthur says without a second thought. "Take my blanket, take something. Where's yours?"

"In the other room." Hesitantly he sits on the edge of the bed. A body still so weak from all it had endured made for difficult navigation. Muscles and limbs he was figuring out how to control never seemed to want to bend easily to his will.

"Why didn't you bring it with you? You’re clearly freezing."

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to be near you."

"Oh."

In the silver tinted darkness, he reaches out a hand. At the touch on his arm John startles, glancing down. He doesn’t pull away.

"Listen, John," Arthur says quietly, "why don't you just stay here tonight?"

"What?"

"Stay here with me. There's plenty of room. You're tall, yes, but you aren't going to fall off the end. It might... help, that's all. And-"

He swallows. "Truthfully, I miss you over there."

The offer doesn't sit so much as float between them, a gauzy, gentle thing. John studies Arthur's face, all his various scars, the hint of gold in his gaze now subtler for his absence. How peculiar for those features he knew better than the ones he had now to be reversed, no longer viewed from behind a mirror’s reflection.

"Okay," he says simply.

John leans forward, stretching out over him. Wide eyes follow his movements, lips parted slightly in a question Arthur couldn't quite get out, but he doesn't dare move. Long legs straddle just below his waist, forcing his head back down onto the pillow. Sections of silken hair slip forward off John's shoulders as he comes into view, hovering over Arthur with a kind of familiarity and trust that leaves them both a little breathless. One hand cradles his cheek, and Arthur feels his own slip unthinkingly beneath the fabric of John's shirt to splay steadily along the warmth of his stomach.

"Hey," Arthur whispers, smiling. "When I said stay here, I didn't mean on top of me."

"You didn't tell me not to, though," John hums. A thumb brushes across Arthur's jaw. "You're warm."

"And suffocating.” 

“Mm. Do you want me to move?’

 Breath not his own whispers against his mouth. Their faces were only inches apart. It would be so easy to kiss him now, he thinks, repeat the way they’d all but crashed against each other upon coming out from that ritual weak and coughing but alive, not thinking anything save for the gratitude they couldn't figure out how else to express.

They hadn't talked about it afterwards, too focused on the everything which came after. Arthur wonders if he would taste any differently fresh out of a bad dream, settled somewhat into new limbs. He stares up in abstract wonder, hoping one day soon he would be able to see the person above him with enough clarity to fully appreciate what hard won circumstance gave them both. 

“Arthur?” John asks. His voice drops to a low rumble, expression searching and hopeful. Though he looked just as exhausted as Arthur felt, a quiet fire was beginning to brim behind his eyes.

“What?” he stutters out. “Sorry, John.”

“I asked if you wanted me to move.” That caressing hand drifts upwards, brushing through auburn hair mussed from sleep. “Is this okay? I don't want to go back to the other room.”

“No, John, it's - no, wait, don't go!” He grips John’s hip with a force that startles them both when he begins to pull away. “I meant no, you don't have to go back. You can stay here. It's okay,” he adds, pulse a flutter caught in his throat. “It's alright.” 

John exhales in relief. “Thanks. I, um… I fucking hate it, Arthur,” he admits softly. “Not having you next to me, I mean. It doesn't feel right, sleeping alone. Not that sleeping overall feels right, but…”

“Yeah, John,” Arthur sighs, “it doesn't feel the same to me, either.”

“Arthur?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you kiss me again?” 

“I - what?”

A body starved for connection from the first moment of its tangible conception lays out along him, chest flush to his own scarred torso. Parts of John felt only in passing were suddenly closer than they ever had been previously: knees on either side of his thighs, a waist he grasped with both hands, arms and elbows and a brief glimpse of collarbone from beneath the shirt slipping off one shoulder. All the indelicate human pieces which comprised someone distinctly inhuman pressed against him, imbued with a fervency reminiscent of an ocean trying to return to the droplet from where it first originated - and it aches.

Arthur answers his question.

It’s nothing like the first, yet still an inkling of similar desperation colors the way their lips meet. They don’t collide so much as come together solidly in the middle, both tilting their heads forward to close the few inches that remained. John’s mouth is warm and firm, his hesitation lasting for only a second, and Arthur kisses him with as much conviction as he can muster without losing himself in the process. His arms move from John’s hips to wrap around his back, pulling him closer still. When they part by necessity for breath alone, each gasping quietly into the dim, Arthur struggles to speak.

“Yeah,” he rasps out. “You can stay, John. I don’t - I don’t want you sleeping anywhere else from now on.”

John grins down at him. “Good,” he says, and leans in anew. 

[yanderes-galore]

Can i request yandere Poly Princes Cadence and Shining armor concept?

I'll do my best! This is just general thoughts/HCs of you being a third more than an actual plot. Sorry for the long wait! I am now trying to prioritize older drafts.

Yandere! Princess Cadance + Shining Armor

(You being their third idea)

Pairing: Romantic - Sharing/Poly

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Poly relationship (Cadance/Darling/Shining Armor), Manipulation, Slight abuse of power, Isolation, Controlling behavior, Jealousy, Love Spell, Brainwashing, Imprisonment, Dubious relationship.

Honestly, they're such a lovely couple I'm going to struggle a bit making them dark.

Princess Cadance is said to be kind, caring, helpful, persistent, and a natural leader.

Shining Armor is said to be kind, caring, protective, warm, loving, stern, yet playful.

They are loving parents to Flurry Heart, even if I am not that far in the series.

In terms of how you met, you could have been a foalsitter for Flurry Heart.

That or be a guard for the pair since Shining Armor is captain of the Royal Guard.

The darkest thing I can think of for them is how manipulative they'd be over their shared obsession due to the power they hold over you.

In either scenario I listed, they're your superiors.

Princess Cadance is... well... The Princess of the Crystal Empire.

Shining Armor is Captain of the Royal Guard.

The two could easily manipulate you into being with them due to their reputation, and you may even go along with it.

Imagine becoming their third and having no idea they were preparing you for the role.

After all, the two are so kind and caring...

Nothing dark here, right?

They would both be subtle with their obsession.

Ever so carefully they'd manipulate you away from other ponies.

They pay you the most and often invite you on family outings.

Be that to watch Flurry Heart or protect them... it doesn't matter.

The main goal was to keep you close.

Before they officially make you their third they'd definitely isolate you.

The couple becomes your closest friends and soon you aren't even helping them for the money.

The Crystal Empire is already your home, but now you feel you have no need to leave it unless the couple has to go anywhere.

The scary part about them is the fact you have no clue about their subtle manipulation.

They both know how to play their cards right.

Even if you eventually found out, Cadance is confirmed to know a Love Spell.

As a Princess of Love, you already feel like you can trust her like most ponies do.

The couple probably does get a bit jealous when you're around other ponies.

Especially when they both have a romantic attraction to you... which is why they keep you away from other ponies most of the time.

While they are pretty tame yanderes, they have the most control over you when you're their third.

They are very caring once you're theirs.

All smiles and coddling as you roam about the castle, looking so happy.

Poor you is blinded by rose tinted glasses.

You're completely unaware of the planning they put into making you theirs.

They fired others over you... used a few spells to alter your way of thinking...

But you'll never know.

In fact... why would you care?

They pamper you, smother you in affection, and you feel like you're part of the family.

It's toxic, but not in the physical sense.

They'd never harm you.

However, they'd still manipulate you to keep you in the castle.

Your lack of freedom is toxic, yet you don't seem to care or notice.

Why?

Could be a love spell... or maybe you're just naive.

It's best you don't look too close into it, yeah?

Although... you may pick up on it eventually.

For example, things may seem too... artificial.

This perfect life with your two royal partners seems... off.

Why don't you have any other friends?

Didn't you have a family before this?

This curiosity or yours may cause you to look deeper.

Even though Cadance and Shining Armor protest... you are still insistent on looking deeper.

Which means the two have to put a stop to it.

Be it brainwashing with a love spell, more lies, or imprisonment...

The two plan to prevent you from leaving them.

They aren't violent but will rely on subtle/sneaky tactics to keep you by their side.

You always have a guard with you, all so they know where you are at all times.

You won't be leaving the Crystal Empire without them knowing...

You three will be the perfect family, they won't let you fight it.

"Isn't your room to your taste? We wanted to make it perfect for you...."

"Why do you seem so worried? There's nothing wrong... don't you know we love you?"

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

7+8 of hurt/comfort with glitchy red?

7) "Because nobody cares about me!"

8) "Because I care about you!"

..........

When Red finally managed to escape that game with your help, of course you weren't expecting him to become your best friend right away.

After all, he never really trusted anyone who managed to get ahold of the GBA with the hacked cartridge inside it--the latest person being you.

He thought you were just like the "others": players who'd mess around the code and force him to see things that caused his sentience to begin with..which set him on the path to a torturous existence he didn't ask for.

No matter how much he resisted, they'd always find a way to make the code work in their favor. And because of that, it took him a while to realize that you're only hacking the game to give him a way out. Yet he would still fight back and beg you to stop, insisting there was no point in saving him.

Yet by some miracle...you did.

As now he was in your room, looking down at the GBA and its cracked screen on the floor from which he emerged. It was a shock to see that tiny little machine was his prison since his creation..and to finally stomp on it and crush it to pieces felt liberating.

Except...

He still felt the same anguish as before, even as he stared down at the broken pieces.

You promised him that getting out of the game would bring him peace, and he decided to believe you and trust you, since you genuinely saw him as a person trapped inside that hellish thing.

That being said...why was his heart still full of hatred and misery?

Why didn't he feel better?

But as he began to realize he could actually interact with this world, he took one look at you...

And he felt rage overcome him as you stood there, not saying a word. You were simply surprised that your plan worked, and stunned that of course you managed to free him.

Though Red didn't see it as that at all. He thought you were afraid, or having second guesses.

He still didn't know what your ulterior motives were for helping him. But he firmly believed you were just going to abandon him now that you were "finished", seeing you back towards the door as he approached you.

He couldn't get to any of the players before, but now you two were on the same plane of existence.

This was his chance to exact revenge.

And that's what he did as he lunged at you without warning, easily overpowering you and leaving a deep scratch mark along your torso. It turns out, his glitchiness was still a part of him as he managed to unhinge his jaw and bare his teeth like a wild animal.

He thought being free would make him human...yet he felt the opposite.

"You said you'd fix me, but you LIED!!" He screamed, furious that his voice sounded the same as it always did: ran through a bitcrusher program. "Why do I sound like this still?! Why am I...still broken?!!"

"..R-Red..I..I only said I could help you get out." You tried to reason with the raging glitch that had you pinned against the wall. "I'm sorry if that wasn't enough but-"

"Oh, it was plenty enough." He huffed. "But I guess I should thank you...because now I can take my revenge on you sickos who tormented me for fun."

"I...wasn't tormenting you.."

"Yeah, but you reminded me of all that pain. Honestly..I think freeing me was the stupidest decision of your life-"

"It's true I've made tons of stupid decisions, but..th-that wasn't one of them. I wanted to help you."

Blinking in surprise, Red raised an eyebrow. Though he just scowled at you again, unwilling to let his guard down. "No...you don't mean that. You only freed me so I'd shut up about it...so I'd stop haunting your stupid little game. No sane person would do that out of "kindness"."

"That's not true." You huffed, annoyed that he was refusing to believe you after all you've done. "What makes you assume I don't care-?"

"Because nobody cares about me!!" He snapped. "Nobody has for years, and they never will. So just stop pretending...it'll make this easier for the both of us." His hands went to your throat.

Yet despite knowing he could easily snap your neck, you refused to fight back or even struggle a little bit. And he quickly noticed this, frowning. "What's wrong? Too scared to fight because you know you lost? Because you know you shouldn't have freed this monster?" He taunted.

"You're not a monster-"

"STOP LYING!!"

"...I'm not lying to you, Red." You firmly insisted. "I believed you were a real person from that start. I couldn't leave you in that game to suffer! I spent days trying to figure out the coding. I lost sleep over this, but you still think I don't give a shit, huh?"

Finally, you managed to catch him off-guard with that response. And for the first time...he began to wonder why he was doing this to you.

All you've ever wanted to do was help him.

And this is how he repays you?

Still, he doesn't understand the "why" of it all. Why you'd lose sleep over someone like him..or why you don't seem afraid anymore.

You must've wanted something for sure.

"Why go through all of this for me?"

"Because I care about you!" You blurted out, embarrassed but relieved to get the truth out to him. "I never stopped caring since the day you talked back to me. I-I know I can't make you forget what you've been through...or find the people who made you this way, but...I just wanted to give you a better life in this world. That's all."

"And you...want nothing in return?" Red blinked, feeling himself calming down from his rage.

"Not a thing." You smiled a bit, showing him you were sincere. "I know you're angry and hurt, and I'm an easy target. But I promise I won't leave you like they all did. You can stay with me as long as you want."

"...you won't throw me out?"

"Why would I do that?" Gently, you put your hands over his gloved ones, slowly bringing them away from your neck. But you didn't let go of them, holding them tightly. "But there you have it...that's the real reason I wanted to let you out. So we can be together and you can be happy."

For a while, he didn't say anything back, as he had averted his gaze to the ground. Though moments later you heard a sniffle, which worried you.

Especially when you saw small water droplets splattering onto his shoes.

"Red?"

Reaching over, you gently cupped his face, making him look up at you. Not only was he completely free of glitches...but he was also crying.

At last, he showed vulnerability.

"It's okay," you reassured him, happy that he was finally willing to trust you. "You're safe now. You won't be abandoned ever again."

Tears streamed down his cheeks, some of which you gently brushed away with your thumb. He sniffled again and nuzzled against your palm, slowly becoming addicted to this feeling of comfort.

It was so foreign...yet it felt so right.

"..s-sorry, now I feel like an asshole after all that stuff you said." Closing his eyes, he just tried focusing on your kind touches, trying to forget about all the pain he endured. "It just..hurts so much. I'm tired.."

His head fell against your shoulder, but you just rubbed the back of it, letting him rest for as long as he needed to.

[voidslittlebitch]

Well I'm bored.

Time to just write out some things about my cod ocs and introduce the main three!

First up we have Angel!

Full name is Aurelia Keres Leika Zakhar.

He's 31, trans ftm and gay. He's Spanish, African, and Russian.

Works for Makarov. Somehow his right-hand man and uh...basically the other soldiers call him "Makarov's lapdog."

He's a sniper!

Next is Spirit

Name hasn't been decided yet...but he's 25, male, and bisexual! Also Italian and French.

Also works for Makarov, but is simply one of his soldiers. Ironically, he follows around Angel a lot, who follows Makarov like- almost constantly.

Also a sniper, but less experienced than Angel ofc.

And last but not least, Medusa!

Full name is Alina Avril Cadell.

She's 23, female, and a lesbian! She's russian.

Does not work for Makarov! Is instead 141's medic. Cause uh...I don't remember if they had one. If they did oh well too bad I ain't changing her role, because then I'd need to change her lore.

She's a medic, but it's not like she still doesn't go on missions...and shoot people. Idk what to call that role, but named it as 'ambusher'. No idea why.

How are they all connected?

Oh well they were all part of a unit in the past along with most of my other ocs. But then after their last mission, where the people they worked for decided that to...get rid of them, they split up and couldn't get in contact with one another, figuring that everyone else must be dead. But nope. None of them died. Honestly the people they had worked for were stupid. Did they really think that one of their most dangerous units would betray them? Yes that was the whole reason this all happened. They seriously thought that they'd all die just because they got the wrong information for a mission.

But yeah, that's the basics of what caused the whole unit to be split up. Spirit and Angel were together while getting away, while Medusa had been alone.

The next time they had met was on the battlefield, when 141 had been on a mission involving Makarov, and Angel & Spirit had been there (Angel leading Spirit's squadron). She saw them and...well, felt betrayed. Who wouldn't?

So it went from best friends to enemies.

But yeah that's basically all of their basic information.

[bruisedandbloodysunflowers]

This is just a silly little exercise with one of my favourite art pieces done by @mr-oldman-appreciator - because honestly, who hasn't thought about patting the devil butt. Featuring Dummy, the tiefling warlock - a lovable ditsy clown who sadly did not learn the importance of looky, but don't touchy.

~*~

"You know, darling. Has anyone ever told you that it's remarkable that you're still alive?" Astarion drawled as he'd stepped close to watch the tiefling woman wriggling on the ground on all fours, looking for all the world like a cat getting ready to pounce. "What in the hells do you think you're going to do?"

"Sshh! You're gonna give away my position!" Dummy hissed over her shoulder, shooting him an irritated look. Arching a single eyebrow, the vampire had held up his hands in defeat. In all honesty, he couldn't wait to see how this was going to turn out - and if any bodily maiming would be involved. Far be it from him to stand in the way of the girl's own stupidity.

The target in question was none other than Raphael, currently discussing some sort of contract business with Tav, the leader of their merry little group of misfits. He had his back turned to them, focusing completely on the performance of convincing Tav to aid his cause - whatever that was supposed to be about. Truly, he must have been committed to the act if he couldn't see the quite obvious clown woman creeping along the ground on her belly, her tail waving to and fro, wide eyes on the prize.

Once she'd deemed that she was in striking range, she sprung - pulling herself up to smack the devilish trickster right on the butt, spinning around to declare loudly to Astarion, "Didja see that?! Fifty points!"

"Uh, love? You might want to.."

A hand promptly curled around both of her twin white braids, yanking her head backwards and causing a strangled yelp. Dummy might have had some colourful words for the wise guy, if she hadn't found herself suddenly looking up at an extremely pissed off devil.

"I do realize that you were brought up with barely an education nor a brain-cell to rub together - but I would have thought that at the bare minimum, you would have learnt not to touch what you have no claim over." Raphael's voice rumbled, a dark growl through clenched teeth as his eyes lifted to make contact with Tav. "Do pardon whilst I borrow this companion of yours. Consider it a compensation for letting your pets run around without the proper leash."

In a bright burst of flames, both Raphael and the tiefling woman he was strangling disappeared from sight.

"..Do you think we should be concerned about that?" Tav asked Astarion worriedly, looking at the slightly singed patch of ground where they'd been standing.

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be just fine! Who knows?" Astarion grinned, resisting the urge to break down into a hysterical fit of cackling. "If anything, she might even be returned all the better for the experience, ha--!"

[raising-harmony]

Yeah that checks out, he did mention that he admired your love for the outdoors and Pokemon. He also said that you were driven, well-spoken, and kind, he also mentioned something along the lines of him getting attached to you too quickly but that's neither here nor there

Honestly I'd like to hear more! Whenever we ask about you to him he gets so snippy and defensive, it's so odd

Huh! Really now? I didn't actually expect he would have mostly nice things to say! That's actually sweet.. Not that he was ever much of the bad-mouthing type, it's just that, yknow, he has plenty of ammunition against me if he ever wants to use it, hah. And given our falling out, I thought he just might.

Strange how he says he was attached too soon, though. I don't remember us moving particularly fast. Though, him and I could have different ideas of how quick our feelings should move along.

Guess I don't really blame him for bristling at mentions of our relationship. Talking about exes is pretty awkward. And I've been told that he doesn't exactly like the fact that he was with a guy, so that probably adds to it. As for stories... hmm.. let me think.

Does Ghetsis still have a pawniard and eelektrik? Maybe they've evolved by now.. or did he "liberate" them a couple years ago? They were a funny little duo, I hope they got to stay together.

Ghetsis actually prided himself on how well-behaved his pokémon were around other people on campus. He said he treated them well, so of course they would never act out- and it was true! He was good to those pokémon, always making sure they got exercise, enrichment. He was never all that affectionate towards them, but he was never all that affectionate in general. He had more subtle love languages.

Turns out, though, the pawniard.. Truth, I don't think I even remember their names.. Probably mythology related, knowing him, but it's slipping my mind right now. Anyway, the pawniard was actually a bit of a troublemaker when he was home.

I remember one time, we were sharing a meal in his apartment. I don't believe pawniard liked me all that much, maybe 'cause I was taking attention away from him, but gosh, he'd give me a glare like no other. Ghetsis and I were just sitting and eating, his pawniard just a couple feet away, when suddenly he jumped on the table and stabbed through my food! Good thing my hands weren't in the way! Haha, I was stunned at the time, but looking back at it now, I can't help but laugh. Poor Ghetsis, though, he was just horribly embarrassed. It's almost like he was expecting it too, because he grabbed him the second it happened and instantly stormed out of the room, leaving me there in total stock.

He said something like "He has never done such a thing before!" As he scooped him up, but I know for a fact I overheard him saying they'd "discussed this beforehand", and that pawniard "knows stabbing anything outside of battle is misbehavior," immediately after in the next room over, so this definitely wasn't a first time issue!

When he came back, he was completely red in the face. I'd started picking up the plate shards, but he waved me to sit down, slid his food over to me, and told me to just keep eating. He was sweet like that, even if you could tell he was grumpy from being embarrassed... I think we wound up cleaning the mess together either way. Then we ate whatever was leftover. Eelektrik sat in pawniard's lap for the rest of the visit, kinda curled around him, like he was actively restraining him from trying to get me again.

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Time For Another Sanders Sides Analysis!!!

Oh, you thought I was done talking about my analyses of this series for a while? HA! YOU THOUGHT WRONG! I have more things to say!!

So! I talk about Roman and all the angst that's been building up for him a lot on this blog, but sometimes when I do so I get responses both agreeing with what I'm saying but also mentioning that all the other sides deserve to go a little berserk as well.

So today I'm gonna be talking about why I mainly focus on Roman in these posts other than just the fact that he's my favorite character!! And believe me, we have a lot to go over. So let's get started!!

First let's talk about Roman's arc in comparison to Logan's, since they seem to be the ones who're the closest to snapping right now.

Logan's main source of conflict is that he's being ignored. By Thomas, by the other sides, you get the jist of it. He, like all the other sides, absolutely deserves to have his issues addressed. But here's where the big difference between his issues and Roman's issues comes into play.

Logan, has already had a few moments where his anger has gotten to shine through. Obviously it's never been to enough of an extent that it could be considered, what I like to call, a "berserk moment", where he gets his chance to yell and truly crack a little bit, but it's definitely something!

Meanwhile Roman, has been sticking all of his emotions in a box and hiding it under the bed. He's been so desperate to be seen as good by Thomas that he's been willing to put up with pretty much anything to stay that way.

In Selfishness vs. Selflessness, he thought what he needed to do was befriend the dark side! Just like Patton did with Virgil! So that's the direction he went in.

His getting along with Janus in that episode can be found in this scene:

As well as in a couple others that I didn't have enough time to go grab screenshots from.

When that plan didn't end up working out, he started going against Janus! Just like Patton was doing!

And now that's not working either.

Even now, when he thinks that (almost) everyone hates him, he's still hiding most of his emotions away from everyone just for the chance that things'll go back to the way they were before.

That's why in the past few episodes he's shown up in he's been supposedly doing so much better than he was at the end of POF. Although you can definitely see a small bit of it peeking through the cracks during his section of the plushie video.

Logan's gotten the chance to yell. In Learning New Things About Ourselves,

In WTIT,

And it while it hasn't been much, it certainly seems to be more than what Roman's gotten.

"Oh but Elizabeth! Roman's been all angry at Janus recently! Doesn't that count for something?"

Honestly Hypothetical Reader, I don't think it does! Roman's dislike of Janus didn't really start showing up until after the trial in SVS, which makes me believe that that dislike initially was only there because he was following Patton and the others and didn't want to be siding with the person who everyone else saw as the villain.

The reason he was still siding against Janus after the little fight sequence with Lilypadton feels like something that might've been caused by extra confusion. Something like "Wait, why is now any different than before?! This doesn't make any sense to me!!" instead of genuine dislike. And then of course Janus said that he was just like Remus, and that dislike became very, very genuine.

All in all, Logan's already gotten a few small chances to show his anger, and Roman's gotten pretty much none.

Obviously they both need to have their issues resolved, and this post is not intended to say that Roman's issues are much more important than the others's are. But this is mainly why I'm so excited to see Roman's "berserk moment" over the other characters's. He most definitely needs it.

If y'all have any thoughts you'd like to add onto this they'd be greatly appreciated! I'd love to hear your opinions on all this.

But other than that, I think that's where I'm gonna end today's analysis.

Thanks for reading! Ta ta for now!! 👋

[nine-fingered-entity]

one piece live action episode 1 thoughts:

yeah, i'm months late. who cares?

also. full disclaimer: i have both a huge sentimental connection to one piece (first ever manga, first read when i was like. 8.) and am an enjoyer of it current day (have read the whole thing 3 times. can and will bitch about it at length but genuinely do love it. have posted like. 45k worth of one piece fic.) so absolutely biased as hell.

anyways

show is silly goofy which is correct. one piece is silly goofy first and foremost. just relax, enjoy the ride, accept the cartoon shonen logic. once i did that i had a good time.

i 'm actually a fan of the changes made to pacing. breaking up the first chapter with all the luffy flashback lore makes a ton of sense for live action and makes more space for present-day stuff. we don't need to know all that right away. we'll get to it. episode was still a bit rushed but tbh the manga had that issue too with the early chapters (had a lot to do and oda did not yet have free rein to bloat)

along the same lines, introducing nami and zoro at the same time makes a lot of sense. gives us more time with both of them. get to see nami in her element a bit more-very cool. also the map gives them all more of a reason to be in shell town causing havoc.

i especially like the reworking of how zoro and luffy meet and how zoro teams up with him (not a crew! yet!). it always kind of bothered me that luffy somewhat coerced him into joining in the OG - thematically that was a cognitive dissonance, so luffy freeing him without expectation felt a) more luffy and b) will make zoro eventually joining more meaningful imo

do sort of wish that they'd somehow managed to keep zoro stubbornly hanging there starving for like. days. because i think that's a really good intro to his character and what's important to him but at least he still managed to eat the floor rice. like overall i think the changes were a good idea but they do give a different spin on him. (i think he accepted being freed too easily in this one. but. oh well.)

big fan of the alabasta foreshadowing. and zoro's opening scene. kind of ate ngl. cool to see things only offhandedly mentioned in the manga.

acting/writing. hm. i think some of the serious dialogue was a bit clunky and some bits the acting felt a bit...self conscious? sometimes luffy seemed a bit Too Self Aware/and not relaxed enough. during the sillier bits though i thought he did better and loosened up. same with zoro. no notes for nami though.

i was expecting to hate the rubber CGI but. did not mind it. fight scenes felt a bit silly but that's okay they are silly. (it is a plot point in the early manga that luffy fighting looks bizarre.)

fight scenes pretty decent, considering the medium change. three-sword style does just look flimsy live, unfortunately.

why is Garp here????????????????????

surprisingly faithful to all the important bits, honestly. we'll see where this goes. interested to see what they do with orange town now that the set-up has changed.

fun thoughts:

was that crocodile in the execution crowd? oda was apparently pretty involved in all this, so if that Was crocodile then that counts as evidence for my favorite One Piece theory. crocomom real?

spotted Foxy and Bellamy bounty posters, which imply both of them have been to the East Blue. interesting but probably inconsequential set-building. curious on what posters i missed.

my instagram ads keep showing me a one-hole zoro earring set (all three dangles but you only need one piercing) and i've never been more tempted. damn the algorithm.

huge fan of koby's hair

was jumpscared multiple times by british accents. which is on me and my USAmerican-ness.

unfounded guess but i bet they're going to change how kuina dies. please.

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#5

Thinking of Best friend turning yandere...

But honestly, they see how the other people around you are treating you. They have been your best friend for years now! Someone else comes along and tries to take their place next to you. The little pest is just using you!

Bestie makes it seem like the other person dropped you out of nowhere for no reason. Constantly threatening any newcomers that you bring up in casual conversation.

Oh! You... like someone? That's... good to know, no [redacted] I'm fine really! Bestie pointing out all the flaws in your relationship or crush anytime you ask for advice. Always telling you that a s/o would treat you better than they would. Even though they never could come close, you're my best friend after all.

Bestie coming over to your house to spend some time with you. Your family always want them over for the holidays. They take pride in getting on your families good graces. Their so called partner can't even greet the family properly... how pathetic.

143 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#4

Omegaverse AU for TSWE

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Omegas- Dominic, Thiago

Alphas- Alun, Izacc

Beta- Reader

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Dominic Finch

Domi would be all over you for cuddles, pushing you to the nest he made with your blankets and pillows. Always growling when you get up to go to the washroom. Biting and marking your shoulders, neck, and chest. Of course with you being a beta it never stays longer than a week. His unbearable heats are a nightmare to everyone around him. Clinging to you, using you as a pillow or making you use him as a pillow. It's hard to say no to those puppy dog eyes.

While Domi has you Alun and Zacc are outside the locked door trying to bust it open to get to you. However, you know what Dominic is doing and why he's doing it. He's an omega, and he sees you as his mate. So please won't you let him mark you some more! NO! Don't leave the safe nest stay here! He'll dress you up in pretty clothing and you can have a spa day right where you are laying! Order servants to get food and water, no use waste energy for such a mundane thing!

Alun Prothro

Alun, as alpha as they come always trying to impress you with his strength and sharp skills. Guarding you all the time, he takes precautions to his... alpha-ness... such as taking hormone suppressants for when his rut comes. He can not leave you to fend off these rapid animals you call concubines! That would be the opposite of protecting you. Who needs ruts when he has to protect you the most important person in the world.

He has no mate nor does he want one. They'd take time away from making sure you're safe and healthy. His hypothetical mate is more trouble than dealing with the side effects.  It would put you in more danger! His mate would get jealous of you and try to cause harm to you! NO! He won't allow that to happen. Not again. He is going to protect you til the day he draws his last breath, and then protect you form the afterlife. A very sweet and protective Alpha that isn't bothered with romantics.

Izacc Rinefern

Zacc is an alpha that hides his violent tendencies when he knows you're around him. However as soon as you are out of hearing range threats that were once thoughts are now promises to the people who have gotten to close for his comfort. You're just a naive beta, you don't know the dangers of the alphas and omegas that surround you. Omega's are known for being manipulative especially that mutt, Finch. Alpha's could over power you at any moment, little comfort he feels when an alpha (Alun) is to watch over you 24/7. Zacc does background checks on every knight or guard that tries to join the imperial rankings. 

Zacc has more intellectual strength than physical strength, lost a bit of muscle after becoming your concubine and being pampered. He uses his wit and sharp tongue to cut down anyone who thinks is worthy of even a glance at you. Still gets called to the war rooms and council meetings with the generals of the armies under you. Zacc uses his strategic skill to impress you and gain your affection. Please just let him scent you! Let him chase off that mutt and stay by your side instead. You don't need to pamper Finch, if you really wanted to pamper someone he'd be willing to act like an omega and let you pamper him and dress him up. It's not alpha like to think like that but he doesn't care about what others think. Just you, only you. Please just let him scent you! Mark you! He begs of it.

Thiago Amos

Thiago is an omega, but you don't know that, you don't need to know that. He'll play beta to get closer to you, wants to bond over you two being the only "betas" around. Tell him all of your troubles with all the alpha's and omega, (so he can know what not to do of course). Thiago comes to your room with no problem. You trust him, don't believe what the others say! Does he act like an omega or an alpha? No! He's a beta just like you please continue being close and trusting him more than them.

Hides his heat by saying he needs to report to his father that he is well. Zacc and Domi don't like him and how smart he is about hiding his second gender.

I didn't know if the people in the taglist wanted to be tagged for all of the TSWE content or just the main story.

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161 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#3

The Strong Willed Empress

Chapter 3 "Cats and Dogs"

Tw; Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

Part 1

Part 2

The two men glared at each other as they locked eyes. Dominic held a slight growl to his voice. “You, me, Courtyard, when the sun is at its highest.” Dominic walked away, not waiting for a reply. Izacc stood there still glaring at him, ‘Mutt, this is your fault. Not mine. But very well, whomever wins gets the empress to himself.’ He stalked off to his own room. 

Alun walked away from the corner when he heard the men go into their rooms. Thankfully, the concubines didn’t stall any longer than they had. Of course, he had heard the threating tones and razor sharp words that were being shared between the two men, however… the empress doesn’t have to know just yet. Dominic and Izacc need to be taught a lesson, after all.

Dominic was in the Courtyard before the sun was at its peak, hoping that he could plan to win in peace. When the idea of tripping him came to mind, he picked up some random objects that were laid across the courtyard after a training session with the top guards. It was a hot, humid, horrid day. Sweat was dripping off of him as if he were a leaking water pump.

Dominic’s fingers touched the metal piece of equipment to move it. The heat made it unbearable to touch, burning his hand. But this is more than fine. A little heat is just what he needed to get his blood pumping. Izacc entered through the large, heavy doors opposite to where Dominic stood. Neither of the men were smiling. Domi goes to grab the sword laying on the ground. Zacc had his on his hip, always prepared to protect his empress.

The first clash of metal rang hard and shrill in Alun’s ear as he watched, curiously devious as the empress’ pets fought like cats and dogs down in the courtyard. He stood in watched, enjoying the breeze that floated near the balcony he was standing on, watching with little interest as blood spilled below him. 

After an hour of waiting for something interesting to happen between the two. Alun left to inform the empress on what he “stumbled upon” leaving out that he watched them for a while. He turned to leave and closed the door, still hearing the clashing of sword and shouting that the men were doing.

At a quick pace, he raced to the Empress’ room, where she sat drinking some herbal tea to calm herself from the letter she had received later that day. 

“Empress, Izacc and Dominic, they are in the courtyard!” Alun said, as he burst through the door. The Empress pulled the curtains away from her window. What she saw angered her. 

“Stop them. Bring them to the throne room.” She said it with such a cold tone, Alun shivered. The punishment must be great if you’re sending them to the throne room. Alun then walked away from her room. She was still looking out her window, seeing her beloved concubines fighting like rapid animals. She glanced at the letter she hadn’t finished writing.

“King Afonso Amos of Zandonia,

The offer you purposed would be beneficial to both of us. An alliance between two great monarchs. A wise decision on your part to offer it. Already better than over half of the allies I have.”

The Empress picked up the quill and the parchment and began to write.

“I accept the proposal between me and your son, Thiago Amos. He is to be my concubine in a week’s time.”

Part 4

coauthor- @abrokecupoftea

Taglist: @meforpr3sident @zanary

468 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

#2

The Strong Willed Empress

Her Ruthless Tiger

Chapter 2

TW: Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

Part 1

“Your Majesty,

Greetings from the Kingdom of Zandonia. I, King Afonso Amos , wish to offer my son, Prince Thiago Amos, to you as a consort or concubine of your choosing. I offer you my son in exchange of peace and a treaty between us. A war not fought is the greatest kind. 

Long live the Empress- King Afonso Amos”

The Empress released a breath after reading through the letter at least 3 times. She wanted peace between the Kingdom of Zandonia and the Masal Empire. However, the concubines she already has would probably seek to destroy the prince if given the title of consort. The empress thought over her response carefully, for now she will leave this for when she comes back from seeing her other second concubine.

She looked up from the letter and saw Alun standing there holding back Dominic from running to her and ripping up the parchment in her hands. It was taking up all her attention, and he wanted all of her attention. Dominic already had to share with… him. The Empress took the paper and held it to the lit candle and let it burn to a crisp. Alun let go of the Main Concubine. Dominic instantly latched onto the empress’ dress in a desperate attempt to bring her close and make her focus on him.

“My empress!” Dominic cried as he saw her dress rippled as she turned. “You can’t leave me here! Shouldn’t you take care of me more? Besides, that guard can wait, after all, I love you the most between the two of us!” 

The Empress gently held his cheek with one hand as the other hand waved Alun away to get Izacc behind her back. With Dominic melting at her touch, he hadn’t noticed her dismiss Alun. She heard the grand door of her room close softly, alerting her that Alun had left. When she had finally taken her hand away from his nuzzling to run her fingers through her loyal hounds’ hair, did he notice Alun’s disappearance.

Dominic was rather thankful the oaf of a man had left. Just more time alone with his one and only empress, as it should be. Not long after Alun had left, Dominic heard quick footsteps approach the door. He already knew who it was. A large scowled formed on his face as they drew closer and closer. “Domi be-” The regal empress was cut off by the door slamming open. Izacc rushing in from his room two doors down. A loud growl was released from Dominic’s throat as he bared his teeth at the male.

“Empress… I didn’t realize a stray had gotten in,” Izacc sent a glare Dominic’s way, “want me to rid you of this diseased pest?” 

“Izacc. You know I detest the fighting between the people I cherish most.” The Empress said to the newly arrived male. That is not the nickname she gave him, that was his full name. He looked away from her, displeased with himself at how he acted in front of her. 

He stood straight and saluted, something he did when he was punishing himself by distancing himself from the empress when he had displeased her.

 “Is something the matter, my empress?” A formal question. One that was spoken with a tone a guard would use as respect to her.

“She burned a letter,” Dominic growled out, not wanting the two of them to interact with each other more than they already had. The Empress stopped running her fingers through Dominic’s hair and stood straight. She cleared her throat as he pouted at the loss of attention. 

“The King of Zandonia sent me a letter.” She walked over to her chestnut writing desk. “As a peace treaty, he wishes for me to have his son as a concubine. Seeing you two argue this often, it might be good to have a buffer other than Alun. He has a job other than making sure you don’t kill each other.” The empress fingers gently moved the pieces of paper to pick it up. Dominic and Izacc tensed up at her words.

 ‘A third?!’ They thought at the same time. The two of them can’t handle sharing you with just them! How would a third man help?! No, not a man, a worthless insect. She wrote with a quill and the ink jar next to the large pile of documents of trade. A response to the King, no doubt. 

The Empress stopped writing when the eyes that stared at her became too intense for her to think. She looked up at the two men. She could practically see the imaginary ears pop up at the attention she gave them. They looked hopeful, however if they are going to make things this uncomfortable she needs them out.

“Zacc, Domi, I need you to leave.” The empress now spoke in a strict tone, no room for argument. Both of the men glared at each other as they turned to leave. Blaming the other as the reason for making the empress want a third concubine.

A murderous look came across both of them as soon as they shut the door to their beloved empress bedroom.

Part 3

Editor/coauthor- @abrokecupoftea

502 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Strong-Willed Empress

Yandere Male Concubines x Empress Darling

Chapter 1 “Her Loyal Hound”

Requested by: @yandere-dark-cupid thank you for the idea!

TW: Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

     Dominic woke up to the empty bed of the Empress. The bed was still warm on her side, meaning she couldn’t have gone far. Dominic played with the blood red leather collar around his neck. The panic of not being able to see his empress makes him aggressive and on edge. He finally had the strength to get up off the silk bed sheets, his knees almost giving out on him. Last night was amazing! Of course it was! He spent it with his Empress! 

The thought of it making his mood so much better than before and walked to the bathroom door on the west side of the room. Dominic knocked on the door and stayed leaning against it for a while waiting for a response. 

“Yes, you can come in Domi.” The sweet, irresistible voice of his empress called out to him. Her nickname for him gave him shivers down his spine. He opened the door after the chills calmed down and the bumps on his tanned skin went away. The sight before him made his eyes wide and jaw drop. Drool leaked out of his mouth. There in all her beauty stood the Empress with a bathrobe on fresh out of the bath. 

The Empress looked at the reaction he had to seeing her in such atire, it amused her greatly. She let a small smile grace her beautiful face and Dominic practically melted. Knees growing weak and brain turning to mush, she smiled at him after all, which is already a rare occurrence. 

She walked past him with ease and elegance, headed for the walk-in closet next to the bathroom. Dominic followed her like a puppy following its master. A door shut in his face by the Empress herself, wanting to change without prying eyes. He felt hurt, but knew she likes the privacy she so rarely has. 

Suddenly the main door slammed open by a guard needing to speak to the empress about a letter that came from the Kingdom of Zandonia. Curious, Dominic went over to the guard to see what it said.

“Sorry Sir Dominic, this is for the Empress’ eyes only.” The captain of the guard stated to him while holding the precious parchment away from Dominic’s desperate hands. 

“Give it to me Alun!” Dominic said in a feeble attempt to persuade the man to give him the letter. In response, Alun just simply held it above his reach. Contradicting his name Alun, meaning little, he is the largest man in the palace.  Alun heard the click of heels before Dominic could. He straightened up his back and stood at full attention.

 The Empress came out of the closet wearing a simple but regal, deep blue dress. Walking to where the two men were, she took the parchment out of Alun’s hand and read it. Her eyebrows creasing in thought, deciding what to do next with the offer she just received.

“Your Majesty,

Greetings from the Kingdom of Zandonia. I, King Afonso Amos , wish to offer my son, Prince Thiago Amos, to you as a consort or concubine of your choosing. I offer you my son in exchange of peace and a treaty between us. A war not fought is the greatest kind. 

Long live the Empress- King Afonso Amos”

Part 2 

Part 3

Masterlist~

986 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

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you once said that if hinata met konan, she might of joined the akatsuki — can i ask why? hinata joining the akatsuki seems sk fun, but i can't think of a concrete reason why she would.

OH MAN I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT THIS

Sorry for the long rant I'm about to go on.

To start I think Hinata would go rogue before anything else. This is all based on my opinion on her character so take none of it to heart.

Hinata is a disgrace to her clan, so much so that her father didn't even allow her to undergo her clan's special training. Shee couldn't bring herself to fight her sister, which honestly she probably could have won against hanabi given that it's shown at points that she is a good fighter when she puts her mind to it. It's just that she couldn't find it in herself to go all out on her sister.

Her relationship with neji was permanently ruined due to her indirectly being part of the reason his father was killed and the reason he received the mark. Even so she always tried to maintain a sibling like relationship with him even though he didn't care to anymore.

It doesn't really seem like it because they never go as in depth as they could but emotionally she is going through hell. Even with the support of her team I think eventually she'd start to have an identity crisis that could lead to her to going rogue. Not because she's against her clan or the hidden leaf but because she feels like she's not good enough. Like she doesn't deserve to be along side everyone else because she can't keep up. She's falling behind and too scared to catch up. It's pathetic and she knows it but she doesn't know what else to do. She's wishes she could be someone else. Someone brave, someone strong.

When she leaves she's scared out of her mind and knows that it's stupid but she doesn't go back. She can't. Going back to face everyone and admit she ran away because she felt like she wasn't good enough? A pathetic excuse. She knew death would be better then that. So she kept going on a path to nowhere. Leaving the life she had behind and starting anew.

Maybe when she first goes rogue someone at a random village tells her to throw the person she once was away if she doesn't like it and become what the person she wants to be, trying to encourage her on her journey. But she takes it the wrong way because what she wanted was to become someone worthy of being a Ninja. Which in her mind was an emotionless warrior. So she pursues just that.

She deals with everything alone cause she feels like that's the only way she can become 'better'. She can't rely on anyone and the best way to ensure she doesn't is to stay alone. All while also avoiding getting caught cause of course her clan along with konoha is searching for her. She also tells people she meets she's a boy to help through off their tracks.

Her training mostly comes from run ins with other rogues and such that leave her in pretty bad condition at times but she's not dead so she learns to deal with the pain. When she has the time she practices her technique and fine-tunes it. When she's stronger she starts taking on mercenary jobs in random villages to further help her training. Soon she buries the person she once was and becomes the empty warrior she was aiming for. But now she has no purpose for it. She can't go back to konoha and truthfully she doesn't want to. So what now?

And that's were the akatsuki part comes in. I think she'd join because the person she is now just wants a mission to complete. There doesn't have to be a reason provided, just tell her what, who and point her in the right direction.

Hinata would somehow run into konan by accident and she'd know who Hinata was due to hearing about konoha looking for a pale eyed girl through the grapevines. Instead of Konan using her as a lure she offers her a spot among the akatsuki as she'd could be useful with her power. Hinata accepts it cause it's a mission.

I don't think they'd really be close but konan would be the one to give Hinata her alias name (Lotus) and a paper flower to accompany it. She'd be the only one who knew Hinata's true identity as well.

Also the amount of fun I have thinking about the type of relationship this would create between Hinata and Neji. The drama would be so fun but that's for another time.

I haven't really flushed out this au well cause I know it's just me and my silly obsession with her and the potential she had. To summarize it, I think Hinata would go rogue and lose herself completely which would open the door to her joining the akatsuki. The reason I say Konan is because she's the only other member (besides Kisame maybe) that I feel like would offer instead of using her as bait or trying to sale her off.

Anyway I'm sorry for the terrible explanation but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless and and thank you for the ask.

[fangaminghell]

I had a cute thought about Ren and Arrow. Arrow, aside from Melia, is the only other person that can probably fix and tinker with Ren's cyborg body ( they....know more about this than they'd like to admit). So I'm imagining either during the month of training or after v13, Arrow sat Ren down for a check up so to speak. And Ren's awfully nervous cause 1) he's part of team Xen and 2) he's pretty sure they caught on about Ren's crush on Imani and probably ain't the happiest about it.

I'm just imagining Ren sitting there super nervous as Arrow tinkers away. He tries to think of other things to keep him distracted, one of which is Imani and Aelita( probably about the milkshake date). The minute Ren starts thinking this Arrow goes " Ren, you're heating up," and Ren is honestly lucky it's just the two of them right now, cause his face turns red from embarrassment.

Ren calms down and mumbles an apology. Arrow simply hums in response and goes back to work. The silence....is starting to get to Ren. His nervousness around Arrow is starting to get to him, too. He gotta break the ice....somehow.

" So....uh," Ren starts, hoping that his nervousness isn't leaking in his voice, " You....seem close to Imani,"

' Why would you start with that?!' he immediately chastises himself, ' Now they'll think you're jealous or something!'

" I....I like to think we are," Arrow replies carefully, and Ren's almost surprised by how soft Arrow's voice has gotten, their voice almost always being pretty monotone.....sans that one time.

' Okay, good, they don't seem to think of me as a jealous ass-'

" Is that a problem?"

' Dammit'

" N-no! Not at all I just..." Ren wracks his brain for a good excuse, only to let his mouth run before his brain could keep up.

" You just seem protective of her, that's all,"

Shit. Fuck.

Arrow stops their work and Ren can feel their eyes big holes into the back of this head.

Fuck.

" And if I am? Are you sure you don't have a problem here,Ren."

' Why is this suddenly an interrogation?!'

" No, really, I don't. You just-"

" I just...."

" .....You kinda treat her like how Erin treats Melia and the twins. Like an older sibling, I guess,"

Arrow doesn't speak for a while, and for a second Ren thinks he messed up again. But the feeling of holes digging through his skull is no longer gone. They feel....more appreciative?

" I haven't thought of it like that but...I guess I do treat her like a little sister, huh?"

Ren nods, his nerves finally calming down.

" Her and Flynn. You kinda just took them under your wing,". And they seemed to latch onto Arrow as well. Ren remembers Imani and Flynn dragging Arrow along the base like two little kids wanting to show their big sibs something,their excitement rubbing off on the tired Arrow.

" Hehe," Arrow chuckles, going back to work on Ren's cyborg body, " Yeah, I really did,did I?"

" I never really was an older sibling. The closest I got to that was with Alex, all those years ago. I guess I always wanted to be one?" Arrow shakes their head, " Though it's proven to be a handful. Especially when said siblings can be a handful,"

" Tell me about it" Ren dryly agrees, remembering all the times Reina did something just when Ren told her not to do so. How many dangerous situations she's been in now? He knows he can handle herself perfectly fine, but it's still slightly worrying-

" I guess it's nice. To have someone to protect, I mean," Arrow interrupts Ren's thoughts yet again, " Unlike how-"

Arrow pauses, both in their words and work. It takes a second for them to get back to work.

" I'm not gonna finish that." Ren nods solemnly.

" Yeah,"

Silence once more. Much more comfortable than the beginning of this whole thing.

" Also," Arrow speaks up this time, " You really don't need my permission to date Imani. That's her choice, not mine,"

Ren face flares red.

" W-wait- how did you-"

" Figured it out when you called me an older sibling- you're done by the way," Arrow pats Ren's back, fully finished with the repairs.

" I-"

" But if you really want my permission, I'll give you it," Arrow stands up, stretching. They look down at Ren, and their neutral expression turns into a cold glare.

" But if you harm her in any way, I will personally dismantle you and burn your body parts with you watching. Understand?"

Ren is too stunned to speak, only being able to nod. Arrow's cold glare turns back into their normal neutral expression.

" Good. Don't heat up too much, you'll ruin your circuits,"

And with that Arrow walks off, leaving a stunned Ren in their wake.

[forever-once-gone]

OMG, how I'm missed this series. I hate when life makes me too busy to spend time with dear Maggy's writing, cause MY GOD do I love it!! This chapter was nothing less than magnificent, and I can truly feel the fear and nausea that Y/n was feeling throughout this chapter.

Poor Y/n, truly. The way that she is just constantly on the verge of a panic attack throughout the chapter is just so heart wrenching. Oh, how I wish I could help her escape from there. Hearing how often she felt her heat beating out of her chest made me just feel so awful. Poor woman, truly. And then hearing her thoughts about her parents? Dude, I was so close to crying along with her. The way that Namjoon was almost scolding her for not visiting her parents in a while, despite the fact that the only reason she hadn't was because of her STALKERS—oh my apologies, her soulmates (I wish you could see how I'm rolling my eyes—made me so incredibly angry on her behalf. Like, how DARE you. Like how blind can he be to how THEY'RE the ones that made her distance herself from her family. They're so deluded, I swear. And the way that he was all of a sudden so concerned about her info being easily accessible to anyone in the library, when he is the one that invaded her privacy, is just unbelievable.

Taehyung and Jimin are genuinely terrifying, like the way that those two are the ones that seem to see through her the most. The way they both seem to have such a short fuse (more so Tae, but you know). The way that they seemed to already be conspiring together, idk man, it's just creepy. It's also so interesting how Taehyung so casually seems to threaten her, like it was an indirect threat, but the point was clear, "do something I don't like and they'll be consequences" when talking about making sure she didn't do "something silly." Paired with his previous gory "gifts", yeah, not a fun time at all. I am so glad though, that Yoongi and Tae had found out that they shared her as their soulmate, because I shudder to think of what Taehyung would have been like without Yoongi reeling him back in. Probably like Jimin, but like ten times less sexual and a million times more violent.

I'm honestly somewhat surprised they all left her alone when she "slept" through the day. I get that they probably didn't want to make her more scared, but I'm honestly surprised nobody just watched her sleep or anything lol. Like the way that Tae was so willing to kiss her head, even though she was obviously terrified, I'm surprised he (or Jimin, or even Hoseok) wasn't just pulling up a chair to then watch her sleep. Especially considering Jimin was waiting for her to try and escape when everyone was asleep (though she was unsuccessful, at least she got some good soup out of the ordeal lol, thanks to Jin helping Namjoon from burning down the cabin).

You know, I get how she feels about Jungkook at the moment. I understand how she feels a bit safer with him, but also feels much more betrayed by him. It's a tough spot to be in with him, considering she thought of him as a friend. And it definitely seems that he realizes how much he's ruined his relationship with her, since he was so apologetic and stuttering over her words. I look forward to see how their relationship will go forward from here, I imagine she's not gonna let him get away with this with a simple "sorry" and "just give us a chance, we love you."

I genuinely loved this chapter, I could feel Y/n's every emotion, and I honestly just wish I could help her escape. I wish I could tell her parents, too. Maybe they'd be able to do something about this, but considering that she was already a bit distance cause of them, I doubt they'd notice that she's missing for a bit. Right now, her friends are her only chance to be saved, if they noticed her missing fast enough.

This chapter was amazing!! I hope you've been well!! Hopefully I'm able to catch up to where you've left off soon, 'cause I feel so behind 🥲 Take care!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

lovesick (VIII)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 10.7k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, mention of drugging, dissociation — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!

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You wake up to a dull headache pulsing at the back of your skull. Groaning, you push yourself up on one elbow, the world around you spinning as you force your lashes to part. You peer over at your bedside table through bleary eyes, squinting as you try to make out the blurry shapes on top of it. The books you bought months ago and never read are still there, but there’s something sitting slumped over next to them, something you swear wasn’t there yesterday.

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[herleaf]

it's funny, how when you know that you're not supposed to do something, the act becomes all the more enticing. in her heart and in her head, she knew that she was pushing her luck by visiting and meeting future travelers of the tardis--future friends of the doctor--but she couldn't help it. clara oswald never shied away from a challenge and she always did what she wanted; it's what always got her into trouble. thankfully, she was clever and knew how to get out of anything. well... almost anything.

sometimes, she didn't even mean to cross paths with other tardis occupants, perhaps they just had some kind of magnetic pull towards one another. it was her curse to bear, watching from the outside as others lived the life she prayed to travel for her remaining days, walk in her shoes and support the doctor. travel the world and see the stars. she yearned to step back through the frame of the phone box but she knew she couldn't. she was already walking on borrowed time as is, but isn't that an awful lot of adventure, ey?

well, mentioning that the meetings and paths crossing happening truly and constantly at random wasn't quite truthful. perhaps she would reach out to old unit contacts from time to time, catch a few pints and talk about adventures past. they all knew she was just meddling, that if they didn't give her the information then she would just find other ways to procure it. she was addicted--no, the doctor was her friend and that was why she did this. because of friendship. perhaps it was also some kind of strange torture self-imposed, but she couldn't stop. if she stopped, what else would she do?

her informant had told her about yasmin khan, the traffic cop turned doctor companion and the exploits that the fam had gone through. she'd heard about graham and ryan leaving and about an amateur tour guide joining the tardis instead? well, she always wanted to tour the museum of liverpool for totally non-selfish and completely educational reasons.

with luck only the impossible girl could have, the day she visited was a day that @officialscouse himself was pushing the rules to try to educate anyone who would stop to listen. honestly, he wasn't at all what she expected him to be; the doctor didn't normally bring people like him along. he was so loyal, so simple to a fault, but most of all he was just... normal. not a bad normal, but normal still. she couldn't help but listen to his words, laugh at his anecdotes and stories; clara was even finding herself grasping onto some of the local knowledge that would usually slip right from her mind the moment the conversation veered away from present topics.

he was charming. sweet smile. oh, yes, she now sees exactly what the doctor would keep him around for. their conversation was, sadly, interrupted by a worker of the museum, the lines on their forehead and the tiredness of their voice showed the familiarity and monotony of the actions. They'd been through this many times with Dan. The only difference is that she was never part of the equation.

" hi--hello, sorry, don't mean to interrupt here but i was having a wonderful and insightful tour from your volunteer here. don't you find it funny how the people who are passionate about what they teach are usually the ones that engage the audience? " oh, she was meddling, meddling hard. but standing down to any type of authority was never really her style, clara would much rather cause trouble than stand by as a watcher alone. " before this lovely person here started talking to me about the history, i was only walking around and blankly staring about, using my walkthrough as a thing to pass the time mindlessly. i'd recommend you think about giving him a chance. or not. so, sir, if you're about to be asked to vacate the premises, can you give me a more hands-on tour and show me around? i was always told in my teaching classes that the more hands on and immersive an experience, the more the brain can connect and compute. "

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[becca-e-barnes]

Hey becca, any thoughts on stepdad!bucky because I cannot stop thinking about him!!

Oooooh yes, I always have stepdad bucky thoughts!! And I was thinking today about how frustrating it is when you get a cute new set of underwear and you're excited to show someone and the first thing they wanna do is take it off you? Bc that lowkey used to annoy me. Push it to the side but keep it on and appreciate it and I feel like that's more his style.

Because maybe he's taking the laundry out of the dryer some night and he notices this tiny piece of black clothing tucked right in at the back. He almost missed it honestly and at first he thinks it's just a sock.

But when he pulls it out he notices the pretty little pink polka dots. Then he notices the frills and for a second, he thinks it's your mother's but once he sees the tag, he knows it can't be. Your mother has never shopped there before so there's only one other explanation.

"Jesus Christ." He mumbles, clenching the tiny piece of fabric in his fist. The rest of the laundry is left discarded in the basket as he marches his way down to your room.

"What the fuck is this?" He demands, not even knocking before bursting through the door, tossing the panties on the bed beside you. The smirk on your face does nothing to calm him. Especially since you'd know better than to put your cute new underwear in the dryer. You lived on your own for the first couple of years of college, you know how to do your washing so you wouldn't be so careless unless you wanted him to find it.

"What does it look like, daddy?" You tease, lifting the offending article of clothing, if you could even call it that before unfolding it delicately. "If you need me to, I can show you how I wear it? It looks pretty."

His eyes light up but fuck, you shouldn't be doing this. Not with your mom downstairs. "Nothing I haven't seen before, sweetheart." To the untrained ear, his voice is calm. It's measured and even and almost indifferent but it's the way his tongue runs gently along his bottom lip that gives him away.

You strip slowly, pressing him down to sit on the bed before taking your top and bra off, followed by your shoes, skirt and panties. It's a leisurely pace but time is a luxury you just don't have right now. You slip the little black panties up your legs, letting them settle on your hips, smiling softly at Bucky. He has no idea what to say, beckoning you over to stand in front of where he's sitting on the edge of the bed. You find your way between his spread legs, reaching for his belt while his warm hands map your body, drifting over your curves and delving between your thighs. As always, you do your best not to think about the slim, gold wedding band on his finger. The only reminder that this man is actually not yours at all. He's your mother's.

"Bet those boys from college would be tearing these off you already." He chuckles, his scruff tickling your bare skin as he litters kisses all over you.

You can't help but laugh because he's nailed it. They would be. But they'd also be boys who don't know how to treat a woman. They don't know how to make you feel sexy or confident or empowered because that's not really their goal. They have far more selfish intentions and that's just not the experience you have with Bucky.

"That'd be their loss though. Especially when you look so beautiful all wrapped up like this." One pointer finger gently hooks under the thin fabric, pushing it to the side and letting him trail his middle finger towards your core. Your breath hitches in your throat because it's almost embarrassing how turned on you are already.

"Hm, you're all worked up. I'm not surprised. You know why? Cause I took the time to learn your body. Unlike them, I can get you off and you fucking know it. I remind you often enough. Make this one quick, sweetie. Who knows when mommy will come looking for me."