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[mwoolf-art]

LOVE IS WAR HEADCANONS

Kabru x Reader

Headcanons until this somehow turns into a full-blown fic because the premise is hilarious.

Honestly, if this man was in a romcom it would be the love mental warfare one.

That being said...

First, you fall in love.

Then you confess it.

Ask anyone and they will say this is a wonderful thing.

But they are so very wrong.

LOVE IS WAR, whoever gives their heart first will be conquered.

Or so you two think.

-You two happened to be in the same class in university, both of you from different programs.

-You had known Kabru, the charming and gifted adopted kid of a reclusive woman, everyone on campus fawned over him but not you, he would never be able to make you fall for him.

-However if he were to ask you out you'd probably entertain the idea.

-He had known of you, you were top of the class and a hard worker. Your position was earned and many people thought highly of you for that.

-Unlike them however he was not in love with you, but if you were to give him your entire heart, soul and mind to him he'd probably entertain the idea.

-Of course, you'd/he'd come around and confess your/his infinite and undying love and devotion to him/you...

-It was just a matter of time....

-And just like that, half a semester had gone by with no progress from either side.

-So it was time for you/him to take matter into your/his own hands.

-Honestly, I was conflicted on whether Kabru would be more like Shirogane, but really? He's like Kaguya in this case. (Congrats on the Shirogane role by the way, you are not broke like Miyuki though.)

-He may not be as wealthy as Kaguya but he definitely has the cunning and smarts to try to put you in a situation where you are bound to confess to him.

-You on the other hand can tell he's up to something and probably known him well enough at this point to know he's plotting something and you are too stubborn and prideful to fall for his schemes.

-But you also have a tendency to take advantage of a situation and try to make him be the one cornered and be forced to confess to you.

-It's a constant battle of wits between both of you that hardly anyone can tell it's going on, because honestly who would imagine something that ridiculous is going on?

-He tried to get you to go on a date by hiding coupons under your desk and have you ask him out.

-But if you did that it would mean accepting you want to spend time with him and if you want to spend time with him it would mean you like him and doing that it would be like confessing-

-Yeah, no you are not falling for that. So you decide to make the best evasive maneuver you could convey...

-You asked Rin if she wanted to go to a cafe with you so you can both get some studying done.

-Kabru lost that one.

-Then there was the time it started raining out of nowhere, you knew Kabru would have an umbrella at the ready for something like this so you pretended you didn't have one

-At the same time he said he didn't have one, he was bluffing and you knew it but he also knew you were lying.

-So you two spend a long time "arguing" (more like trying to prove) about who was lying and who was telling the truth.

-Just when he was about to corner you into admitting you did have an umbrella and just wanted to walk with him while sharing one...

-Laios came from behind the two of you, gave you his umbrella and ran away using his own jacket as a shield.

-You two were dumbfounded and in a way you both lost and won that time.

-The mental gymnastics you both come up with to evade admitting you love the other are amazing...

-After all confessing would mean opening your heart and be vulnerable and neither of you were about to do that.

-It is easier to just make the other kneel and say the thing or at least that's what you both think

-You don't want him to know how much effort you put into everything you do and how much failure you have to go through for things to be perfect.

-He doesn't want you to see the worst version of him and make you run away the second you take a glimpse of that.

Love is war.

And you won't lose this war.

You will conquer and make him admit his love for you./ He will conquer and make you admit your love for him.

It all depends on who is smarter.

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IF I GET ENCOURAGED I WILL FOR REAL MAKE A FIC THESE ARE JUST THINGS I NEED TO GET OUT OF MY MIND NOW BACK TO WORK ON THAT PART 2.

[lazylittledragon]

enrichment for the baby rogue

[goldensunset]

did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back

[cityandking]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

[carolinequinnbbw]

3 month prog 😱

[gettingsofter]

feeling spherical lately 😮‍💨

[girlfictions]

something i’ve been thinking about lately is like. growing up muslim right after 9/11 is something i’d never really reflected on much because it was all i’d ever known — at 5, my friend’s mum didn’t let her invite me to her birthday party because i was the only brown girl in our class, at 12, my classmates would joke about my family being part of isis, at 16, my dad was interrogated by american airport security for hours — and it always stung and it always hurt but it was just the way things were because the western world hated muslims. but i don’t think i’ve ever fully comprehended the extent to which we were hated until now.

palestine is being turned into a mass graveyard. every single day there are new photos of the atrocities being carried out against them and videos of them pleading for help and still those who can actually intervene turn a blind eye. israel is claiming to only be targeting hamas “terrorists” while bombing a refugee camp. israeli police raided and assaulted a non-zionist jewish neighbourhood. israeli soldiers are posting tiktoks of them torturing captured palestinians. this is not a complicated issue and it never has been. ethnic cleansing is being committed right in front of us. and yet the western world leaders refuse to call for a ceasefire.

and while zionist organisations accuse pro-palestine demonstrations of anti-semitism, while zionist celebrities insist that they’re afraid to leave their mansions in los angeles, a six year old muslim boy was stabbed to death and his mother wounded in the same attack in chicago. a muslim doctor was murdered while sitting outside her apartment complex in texas. hundreds of peaceful protesters have been arrested (many of whom have been jewish). despite what zionists want you to believe, this is not a jewish/muslim conflict. i have so much love and gratitude to my brave jewish brothers and sisters all over the world who are condemning israel for their actions.

ultimately, israel have been granted impunity by the west. they have slaughtered thousands upon thousands of innocent palestinians. they have bombed hospitals and schools indiscriminately. they have used white phosphorus, violating the geneva convention. they have completely eradicated nearly 900 bloodlines. how many more need to be wiped out? how many more children need to be buried underneath the rubble? how many more doctors need to be confronted with the bodies of their own family members? how many more journalists need to detail the horrific acts of violence they are witnessing? what more can be done to the palestinian people that has not been done already?

i truly believe that palestine will be free one day. i believe the palestinian people will receive the justice they finally deserve. but what breaks my heart is how much they have suffered and will continue to suffer before they are deemed worthy of help. and it would be to all of our detriment if we ignored how much of a factor palestine being a predominantly muslim state has played into the way the world has reacted to their genocide.

[morganbritton132]

There comes a time in every Robins life where they realize that crying will actually get them out of this.

[greedygirlmarie]

rolls on rolls

[moonlightsoftiesworld]

More more recent photos of me💕 I know I don’t post often but I try 😭

[hungrylittlepig]

HOW THE YEAR STARTED VS. HOW IT'S GOING

[fatvalentina]

📝So guys I’m Taking applications for me to be your chubby goth gf🌚

Anyone interested???🌚🌚🤭❤️

The best / worthy man from the application will be the one to take out my rose tattoo on my thighs between my 🍑🍑

May the best knight win my heart 🤭😇❤️❤️

👀Btw don’t y’all think my thighs is getting bigger than my belly 🥹👉👈

GOOD OR BAD? 🥹

[carolinequinnbbw]

passenger PRINCESS

[gettingsofter]

another good ol’ before & after

summer 2023- fall 2024

[obese-belly-adventure]

I think that's the most I've ever eaten in public in one sitting, and it took me almost an hour before I could stand up and leave. I couldn't tug my t-shirt down enough to cover myself and had to walk out with my belly on display. I was trying not to moan while walking downstairs; I was so stuffed. Each step I took sent a powerful wave through me as if my overstuffed insides were ready to burst at any moment.

It was truly a moment of profound embarrassment whenever people climbed the stairs, their gazes locked onto my rounded, bloated gut. I could feel their eyes darting toward me, scrutinizing every inch of my form, and it made my cheeks flush with shame. I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was silently judging me for my size, their stares adding to the weight of my own self-consciousness. To combat the awkwardness, I instinctively supported the gut from below, attempting to keep it steady and minimize any swaying that might draw even more attention.

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from