#GOOD BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SHORTEN IT TOO

[kyokutsu-sama]

Headcanons| They protecting you from someone who's messing with you

Characthers: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Hotaru, Akaza

A/n: I remember making one of these for the Bleach characters and I decided to make one for KNY too. How to be loved by a protective man like them😮‍💨

Tw: a lot of swearing, violence

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Sanemi :

I think it's no surprise that he's overprotective and jealous. And when it comes to you, he can't help but show this side of him. When he goes somewhere with you, his hand is always on your waist. He also likes to put his arm around your shoulders. Sanemi just wants to make it clear to everyone there that you're not alone. One time you were walking to his house when you crossed paths with Maeda (the pervert who was, unfortunately, in charge of sewing the uniforms). And also the one that Sanemi made him piss his pants out of fear. "Y/n, it's really nice to see you. I'm glad I saw you, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't like to wear a new uniform?" He suggested but you already knew what he used to do and you just shook your head "No, mine is still good. Besides, I already have someone to sew my uniforms." "But seriously, I can make you a wonderful one." He took a few steps towards you trying to shorten the distance and you shivered a little, feeling insecure around him. "You just need to give me the one you have and I'll make you a new model." "I already said no, I don't want it and now get out of the way, I need to go because I have things to do." You tried to get out of there but he stood in front of you, preventing you from passing "But why didn't you just--" He was about to finish his sentence when a loud, authoritative voice appeared and pushed him to the ground "What the fuck is your problem, you freak?! Are you fucking deaf or something, huh? Didn't you hear what she said? She said a fucking no, don't you understand or do you want me to explain it to you better with my punches?" Sanemi said, with clenched fists ready to beat the shit out of him and you looked at him, surprised that he had appeared so suddenly The kakushi turned to see the hashira's mad face, his bulging veins and his bangs slightly disheveled. He was really scary when he was out of his mind. "Nemi, please, there's no need for this. I think he already got it." You held his arms, trying to calm him down, but he insisted on giving him one last warning "I've already warned you once about this shit, but now I'm going to warn you for the second and last time." He left your side and lifted him off the ground, holding him by the collar with just one hand. Maeda was shaking in his boots in fear of Sanemi. "If you ever mess with my girlfriend or another girl again, I'll cut your head off like I do to demons, you understood, you piece of shit?" Sanemi yelled at him "Yes, yes please, I do. Don't kill me, please!" The man begged and Sanemi threw him to the ground again, watching him cower in fear "Get the fuck out of my sight." The hashira ordered, and the man disappeared in seconds You looked at Sanemi, and he turned to you, with a softer look now. He didn't want you to be afraid of him for acting so aggressively. He did not want to be like his father in any way. "Did he do something to you?" "No, he was just saying he wanted to make me a uniform, but I refused. I know what he was going to do." "Good, I don't want to see that stupid pervert near my girl." Sanemi said, hugging you that made you feel safer and calmer now "You scare me more than the demons when your mad, you know?" You joked and he pulled away to look at your face "I'm just protecting what's mine. I didn't want to scare you, but you know that guy gets on my nerves." "I know, I know, my love." You hugged him

Kyojuro:

Our beloved Kyojuro is a cinnamon roll for everyone, but he is also fair and protective of everyone around him. Especially you, his wife. He's not the jealous type, but when he sees someone crossing the line, he can intervene without having to make a scene. One time, you were going out to dinner, since this man is always hungry because his stomach has no bottom. Once inside the restaurant, you two were talking when you started to notice a man at the next table behind Kyojuro, was staring at you. At first, it didn't bother you, but it only got worse when he started making suggestive expressions at you and even signs, which made your blood boil. Kyojuro only realized it when he got up to go to the bathroom but you held his hand, stopping him. "Is everything okay, honey?" He asked, sitting down again, seeing you with an uncomfortable look "Kyo, that guy in the back is staring at me and it's making me uncomfortable with some of the gestures he's making." You explained and he changed his expression to a more serious one, which was unusual for a man full of joy like him He was a very good person, but messing with the people he loves. That's crossing his boundaries. Kyojuro looked back and saw the man turn his face away, pretending he wasn't doing anything. "Don't worry, my dear. I'll take care of it." Kyojuro held your hand and smiled at you before getting up The flame Hashira went to the table of the man who was alone and placed both hands on the table, bringing his face closer to the man who had been caught off guard by Kyojuro's intimidating presence. Kyojuro was not at all happy with his disgusting attitude. "My friend, my wife didn't like your disgusting attitude and neither did I, so I'm going to be direct with my words. Either you stop looking and making those gestures now or I'm going to have to take action and put an end to this in a way that neither you nor I will like, do you understand?" He warned with his eyes wide open in the man's direction, showing that he had no problem ending it right then The man was so flustered by the warning and by his nerves due to the intense gaze of the Flame Hashira that he almost fainted on the spot. He really regretted doing that in that moment. "I-l'm sorry, p-please, I don't even know what went through my head. I apologize to your girlfriend and to you for this. I'm leaving now, I won't cause any more problems. Please, I'm so sorry for this." The guy said completely shaking in fear and with his hands raised in surrender "Well, I also think you should leave, you've already ruined our night enough." Kyojuro said and the man ended up leaving the place You were sitting and smiling at your man's courage for protecting you and for having dealt so well with that idiot without having to make a scene. "See? It's already settled. He left and won't mess with you anymore, my dear." Kyojuro said, approaching the table and smiling at you "I really appreciate that. You're amazing, love." "Anything for you." He winked. "Well, I'm going to the bathroom, but you know, if anyone else here messes with you, scream and I'll come running." He warned and you laughed "You're an idiot, Kyo." "Your idiot."

Tengen:

As flashy as ever, Tengen is always ready to protect his wives. And any idiot who messes with them will have to deal with him. He would never share his wives with anyone, much less with someone who has no extravagance whatsoever. One night, you, Tengen and the other three wives were going out to the club to enjoy his night off. It wasn't every day that this man had days off, so they had to be well spent, and here you were. There were a lot of people together having fun too. Some were drinking, others were dancing, you and Makio decided to go to the dance floor after getting some drinks while the Suma and Hinatsuru stayed with Tengen by the drinks counter. But the sound hashira always kept his eyes on the two of you, even from afar. You and Makio were having fun when an idiot came up to you two (probably already drunk) and started wanting to dance with you, but you both frowned at him like🤨 "So, how about I join in and dance with you, beautiful girls?" He said laughing. "With bodies like that, it would be a waste to just watch." "And with a dirty, shit-filled mouth like yours, it would be a waste to just watch without wanting to punch it" Makio bite back, before throwing the drink in his face. "Get a life, you pervert!" "Bitch, you're going to pay for---" Just as the man was going to raise his hand to her, Tengen appeared with the other two and grabbed his wrist, scaring the man just by his presence since the Hashira was much taller than him "Messing with other people's wives isn't flashy, you know? Besides, I doubt they'd want anything to do with a jerk like you and so you know, those four girls you see here are all mine, so get lost." Tengen pushed the man away and laughed at him, mockingly "Well, it looks like the mood has been ruined now." Makio crossed her arms "Yeah." You agreed "Don't worry, girls. There's no shortage of clubs on this street out there. Why not go to another one? The night is just beginning." Tengen suggested "And what if another crazy guy messes with us?" You asked, and he gave you a little smile "Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure they know their proper places. I always promise to watch your back, that's what I'm doing, right?" He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek. "Okay, let's go have fun somewhere else, my dear wives."

Akaza:

Our Akaza is the true protector of ladies (he has my respect for that.) If he sees someone messing with you or trying something, heads will roll and blood will flow. He broke Douma's jaw many times and even ripped off his limbs just because he simply mentioned your name. "Akaza-dono, why are you always so violent?" Douma smiled at him even after he had ripped off one of his arms "Say her name again and I'll rip your head off." Akaza threatened with a dark look That threat applied not only to the demons around him but also to the humans on the surface you walked on. Anyone who laid a finger on you could be considered a dead man. One time you were walking home late and as a precaution you looked back and saw a man chasing you who seemed suspicious. "Don't you think it's too late to be out here alone, girl?" The man said and you stopped for a moment, turning to him. "You know that a lot of bad things could happen to you on your way home." The man said with a scary smile, he seemed to be drunk by the way he slowly staggered towards you

You took a few steps back until you decided to run away from him. The man managed to grab your wrist and you looked back scared of the individual.

"Let me go now!" You pulled your wrist and pushed him back but it didn't stopped him "Don't you understand yet? I'm not going to let you run a--"The guy didn't have a chance to finish his sentence when a strong, calloused fist passed through him and separated his head from his neck. A fist that worked like a knife so sharp that it cut just by looking at it. You screamed when you saw the agonizing scene of the man's head on the ground and his neck forming a pool of blood. You were shaking so much and so scared that you didn't even realize it was Akaza who was there. For a moment he felt guilty for having used so much violence in front of you but there was no other choice. He would never let anyone hurt you. He couldn't contain himself, that bloodthirst and anger at seeing you in danger consumed him and he wouldn't let it go unnoticed. He couldn't let someone smile at the expense of your suffering. He came closer and knelt down next to you, who were sitting on the floor and curled up. His hand passed over your head, stroking your hair, and you shivered when you felt that touch. A touch as soft as velvet, it didn't even seem like those hands could kill so quickly and in such a bloodthirsty way. You looked up slightly and saw his golden eyes meeting yours. Eyes that were only generous to you. "Y/n? It's me, you don't need to be afraid, it's okay, I'm right here." He said as he lightly held your forearms and extended them to wrap them around him, trying to pull you into a hug and you gave in. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" "Akaza, I was so scared..." You cried and sobbed, hugging him tightly, feeling your heart slowly slow down on his strong arms. "He didn't hurt me thanks to you. You showed up at the right time, my love." You smiled, kissing his cheek and he gave a little smile "I'll always be on time to protect you, always." He said, hugging you tightly."No one will mess with you as long as I live."

Hotaru:

Hotaru is our boy with anger issues and I can only imagine him forging an entire sword from scratch just to stab the guy who messed with you. Hotaru, the man you are... He may even be a brute most of the time but deep down you know that he has a little warmth in his heart that he only shows to you. You were walking through the swordsmiths village and ended up passing by a group of blacksmiths who were talking but whose eyes flew to you when you passed. One of them who was there had been following you for a few days, sending you a few flirtations or even winking at you when he saw you and he was also the same one who at that moment saw an opportunity to go and talk to you once again. Wrong choice... "Hey cutie, how are you?" He said and you rolled your eyes seeing his idiotic look "It would be better if you stopped showing up in my way and let me move on."You crossed your arms, looking at him "Why are you so cold? come on, be nicer." He said, putting a hand on your shoulder and you slapped him that made him back away "Get out of my way." You ordered but the idiot just laughed "Oh you have attitude, let's see if--" As soon as he approached you again, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and he looked back finding a man taller and stronger than him. And he wasn't happy at all, which you could see even under the mask. "My sword broke during the process..." Hotaru began by saying. "Then, when I tried to make a new one, it didn't turn out as I expected and I had to start over from scratch." He continued. "My hands hurt and my sweat is still dripping, it's unbearably hot inside the forge because of the fire, my calluses are getting worse, my blades aren't sharp enough and when I tried to sharpen them, I cut myself a few times..." There were small cuts on his fingers and hands that were still open, which emphasized his speech. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing his strong forearms and the veins wanting to pop out as his voice got deeper and angrier due to the fact that his work day had been a mess and for seeing him messing with you. "And now, as if that wasn't enough, I come across an idiot like you messing with what's mine. I'm definitely going to kill you." Hotaru declared, taking out several knives at the same time and scaring the man, making him run far away Anyone would run from a very angry Haganezuka. But you just laughed at the scene of him scaring the man and even his friends far away from you. After the scene, he came back and went to you, who was still in the same place waiting for him. He took off his mask and you could see a slight embarrassed look. That was always how he looked when he took it off and had to look at you. He became more vulnerable. "You did a good job scaring them away. That guy was like a stubborn mosquito that's been messing with me for the past few days." You said, holding his injured hands. "But now I think we should see those hands, don't you think? Those calluses and wounds need to be treated."

"Only after I make my swor--." He objected but you put a finger on his lips, silencing him "You're going to come home with me now and I'll take care of this, understand?" You said and he narrowed his eyes at you, wanting to slice you up at that moment for making him give in "Fine, let's go then, you annoying thing."

"But you love the annoying thing here, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have done all that, right?" You joked and he turned his face away, feeling his own blush "I only did it because... You are..." " 'You are...' ?" "You are my love and I can't let other guys mess with you." He confessed and you couldn't help but find it cute of him "Wow, you're getting better with words every day. At least you are not being rude like always." "Shut up." "Okay, I shouldn't have said anything." You laughed

[reader-wandering18]

Yuu Professor

In the staff room, Yuu leaned back in his chair as he sighed deeply.

—I see you’re too tired, Professor Yuu.

— Professor Trein.

— He’s the youngest of us all, try not to intimidate him, Professor Trein.

— What are you trying to say, Professor Crewel?

Yuu felt like he was in the middle of a clash between two mountains. He was afraid his life would end before he even started at that school.

— Come on, get along, we have to make a good impression on the new teacher!

Professor Vargas had arrived, grabbing Yuu by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a tight hug as if they were old classmates. Although with his large muscles, Yuu felt suffocated.

— If you need anything, you’re more than welcome to come to the Mystery Shop. We have great promotions this year.

Sam handed him a business card.

Professor Crewel was right when he said he was younger than all of them, he was only 27 years old and to top it off… he had no experience in being a teacher.

“It was all because of that incident”

While he was undercover due to his previous job, he was caught in the crossfire between two strangers. Both of them were apparently killed and to top it off, one of them was the new teacher at Night Raven College that year who was mistaken for him.

He had no intention of entering that school and taking that teacher’s place.

When he was ready to escape, he found himself in the school surrounded by a magical field with no way out unless he asked the headmaster for permission.

If he speaks now, he would get into big trouble and have charges like identity theft, possible murder (when he didn’t) and if they were to investigate further…

“Two years, my contract period is only for two years”

Nothing bad could happen.

He would like to kill his past self.

— RIDDLE!

A case of Blot had appeared in front of him.

And soon, a series of them in that prestigious school.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?!”

Yuu activated a magic shield to protect himself and the students.

Riddle’s blows were fierce, clearly aggravating his anger at the moment, causing the earth to tremble… But the shield showed no signs of breaking.

“That damn crow had said he would bring more teachers, but he hasn’t returned for a while now!”

All the students had evacuated, except for four stubborn young men.

— WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Get out of the dorm immediately!

— I can’t do it, Professor. I can’t leave Riddle as he is now.

— I refuse, he still hasn’t apologized to me!

“These damn proud brats.”

— Worrying about you shortens my life,— he said in a whisper.

— Don’t leave the shield or I will punish you!

— Professor!

Yuu stepped forward, holding his staff firmly, the wood looked ancient, there was also a design made of pure silver with complicated runes, the magic gem was on top with an exquisite crimson hue.

The moment he stepped out of the magic shield, air bullets pierced the rose bushes leaving nothing but small pieces resembling toothpicks.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

Riddle was shocked by the speed at which the master had released the magic. He hadn’t uttered a single word or seemed to have hesitated when it came to making projectiles with the air element!

The strength of the magic power they released could be compared to the cannons of a warship.

— It’s incredible.

Yuu walked towards Riddle with his head held high and only one thought in his head.

“ You are too young to waste your life”

Riddle came back to his senses, thanks to Professor Yuu's intervention. He was taken to the school infirmary after waking up and talking to everyone.

Though Ace, seeing him cry, could only behave as Ace would.

Seeing that moment of conviviality between students, Yuu decided to take a step back and leave that dorm. His rush to flee was also to avoid cleaning Heartslabyul's dorm, which had practically been left in ruins because of him.

"I'm really tired, let the students take care of it."

After a week, in a lonely classroom, Yuu found himself grading his students' homework.

"How can this guy be in charge of teaching him at three years old?!"

The identity he had accidentally taken was not only that of a teacher, but also that of a high-level magician. If anyone else who hadn't studied magic as exhaustively as he had, they would be in serious trouble.

But this coincidence sent shivers down his spine.

That guy, despite being a high-level magician, has no family or friends who can get him into trouble if they see him. Also his age and appearance.

It was as if the role was made for him.

Knock knock

Yuu was startled but didn't show it, his eyes went to the classroom door where he found three students from Heartslabyul. One of them was holding a strawberry cake.

— Teacher, may I come in?

— Clover, Diamond, and Rosehearts. Come in.

With magic, Yuu arranged all his documents and before he could ask the reason for his visit, Riddle put that strawberry cake in its place.

— This is a thank you for helping me.

Seeing the shiny cake in front of him, Yuu couldn't speak for a moment.

— As an educator, I must take care of my students. You don't need to give me a strawberry cake.

— Come on, teacher, the dorm leader made it with so much effort for you!

— Carter!

Riddle scolded the blonde haired boy, though seeing the blush on his face was not something he could hide.

—This is a cake I made as an apology for the trouble I caused. Before the no unbirthday party, I want you to be the first to taste the cake.

Hearing those words, Yuu couldn’t help but look at Riddle tenderly. The overstain is caused by the negative feelings of wizards. It’s something that simply can’t be controlled and he was burdened by his past.

“I still feel a little uneasy knowing that I was able to see his past. It’s really strange.”

He cut the first piece of cake and as he brought it to his mouth.

“This is really salty!”

Hahahaha here I leave you another part of Master Yuu living with heartslabyul, there will be more interactions with the other students, I hope it is to your liking.

PD information: In order not to make Riddle feel bad, Yuu did not tell him that his strawberry cake was too salty. So that was how Ace along with Deuce, Trey and Carter ate the other cakes that he had made beforehand. Yuu couldn't throw away the cake so he endured having to eat it.

One more thing, I probably won't upload anything in the next few weeks, more than anything unfortunately I'm a student so right now I'm full of projects. I already have the two chapters of Darkness ready as well as more ideas of Yuu from other worlds but honestly they don't convince me so I haven't been able to upload them and I also don't have time to edit them but in my free time I plan to move forward.

Slowly but surely.

[aimedis]

milo & sweetheart headcanons 🐺🫥

"i'm ever at your service, baby.."

milo definitely gives sweetheart princess treatment (gender neutral)

milo likes resting his head on sweetheart’s stomach in between their legs

they're the only ones who can reign each other in from being the assholes they are

when sweetheart is overheated, they get really mean and milo has to apologize to everyone for them

in general, sweetheart's attitude to everyone they're close to is just mean. they get mad pissy with milo too but he gives them shit back

they're the takes himself too seriously x doesn't take themself seriously trope

they wear each other’s clothes all the time and have the audacity to get mad at the other for it

“is that mine? take it off.” "whose hoodie is that, huh?" "..." "exactly"

they play fight so often it's not even funny, even around other people

sometimes sweetheart tells milo “don’t touch me i have a mate” when he tries to kiss them. milo threatens to beat him (the mate) up 

sweetheart calls milo "aggro's handsome dad"

they both speak spanish fairly fluently and they use it whenever they're arguing in front of others or talking shit about people

sweetheart is kind of the therapist friend and tries to be the support system for all of their loved ones even if it burns them out. milo is their support system for when it gets to be too much

milo worries about sweetheart constantly over-working and burning themself out but he knows he can't stop them. so he just remains as the person they can fall back on when they can't do it anymore

they have fake arguments about literally nothing for fun

when sweetheart got to take milo home after the inversion, they kept their hand on his chest as often as possible to remind themself that he was still alive

they will argue about literally everything and anything

it only gets super bad when they're both stressed out and only then does it make them say things they don't really mean. but they're both pretty good at accepting blame and communicating afterwards

arguments always end in cuddles and movie nights with warm blankets

there was a time when an argument was entirely milo's fault and he refused to apologize so sweetheart put him on a physical contact ban. no touching, kissing, hugging, cuddling, hair ruffles, no nothing for a whole two days

milo was so distraught after he got home on the second day and they were practically ignoring him so he started compulsively apologizing

sweetheart made him beg for forgiveness on his knees for 10 minutes before they let him touch them again

darlin flirts with sweetheart sometimes and it makes milo crazy jealous

sweetheart is constantly looking at and touching milo's chest

milo slaps sweetheart's ass every chance he gets

they're insanely competitive with each other and milo's a sore loser (“…milo I don’t know what you want me say cause if I say anything it feels like I’m gloating” “because you’re a cheater!”)

milo always has an arm around sweetheart's shoulder/on the back of their chair

their song is ho hey by the lumineers

milo gets really cold on the summer solstice and sweetheart gets really hot. milo clings onto sweetheart the whole day and sweetheart let’s him no matter how sweaty and agitated they are

sweetheart and milo make playlists together as quality time (they 88 playlists with extremely specific moods and titles)

in serious situations, they cannot look at each other without laugh at absolutely nothing

sweetheart went to the same empowered high school the wolf bois did (they never crossed paths, it was a really big school) and when they told milo he flipped his shit

sweetheart is constantly bothering and harassing milo and he thinks it's the most amusing thing in the world

they have matching necklaces with the other's name on

milo definetly has a nickname for sweetheart that's based on their actual name (shortened version of it, elongated version, a rhyme, etc.)

they're the couple that, after being together for so long, have basically turned into the same person (adopting the other’s speech patterns, clothing styles and acting the same way, acting in sync)

milo is an absolute baby when sick, sweetheart babies him the entire time until he's 100% healthy again

sweetheart likes to pretend they're not sick until they collapse which is why milo is always cautiously watching them once he notices (because they have fainted before)

milo and sweetheart love playing the chapstick challenge because sweetheart has an egregious amount of chapsticks and lip balms and it’s an excuse to kiss each other

milo and sweetheart sometimes recite (love) song lyrics with a completely straight face and not singing it. they think it’s the funniest thing ever

they will also just randomly start singing out loud together from a phrase that happens to be in a song

they do each other's hair whenever they have the extra time in the morning because it takes so much longer (it's the extended make-outs)

milo is sweetheart's alarm clock because he wakes up at the same time every day and he cannot, for the life of him, leave bed quietly (sweetheart is also a light sleeper)

whenever sweetheart is extra tired and doesn't feel like doing their whole after-work care routine when they get home, milo does it for them

if sweetheart wears makeup, milo loves watching them put it on

occasionally, sweetheart makes tiktoks (thirst traps) to their favourite/trending songs and posts them on their private socials (only the pack/close friends are on there)

milo is always first in their comments, spamming at least 20 interactions before he texts them letting them know he saw it

they also do tiktok dances (the old actually cool ones not the garbage ones bitches do these days) and milo goes crazy for those

sweetheart's parents were very neglectful so having marie in their life means a lot. milo reminds them often that she's their mother now as well (fuck you colm)

sweetheart paints whenever they need to calm down or stop thinking and they always add a little bit of milo to their paintings (his favourite flowers, a shirt he owns, adding his freckles onto every one of their characters, etc.) ((they also paint aggro all the time))

milo has definetly threatened to kill someone for sweetheart

sweetheart didn't think milo was an overly possessive boyfriend at first because he really doesn't show it that often but they mentioned a coworker flirting with them and he straight up growled

milo gets more jealous than sweetheart does because wolf shifters are generally more possessive than others but sweetheart can also get crazy jealous

they're both really possessive in a "touch my mate and you're dead" way

sweetheart hates throwing up (it's kind of a fear but not quite a phobia) so whenever they do, milo is always sitting next to them to hold them and he dotes on them until they feel better

they both worry over each other all the time over everything

neither of them know how to be subtle or how to keep their hands off of each other

milo loves telling sweetheart they’re gorgeous every damn chance he gets 

sweetheart slides their cold hands up milo's shirt just to make him flinch

[nectardaddy]

OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN. . . single dad! meian + f!reader

✮⋆˙ notes/CWs - brief mention of parental death, heavy underlying emotions, meian's a flirt when he wants to be, typos probably

It was all too early for the man that morning, the sun barely even breaking the horizon when his alarm went off. He rubbed at tired eyes the whole morning, fighting off the urge to do nothing more than get back in bed. But he couldn't do that, even if he had the chance - he had more than just himself to take care of. 

His daughter, Himawari, always, without fail, fought him on waking up; and now that it was earlier than normal, it was a complete lost cause. She fought against waking up, fought against getting ready, and fought against going outside because she refused to wear a jacket. But the chill outside turned her off to the idea of going to school all together. Stubborn, and moody from the change of schedule, he had to all but drag her to get in the car - she fought against that too.

They had to get to her school earlier than normal, his schedule clashed with all other times to meet with her teacher - a prerequisite, of sorts, to meet all new families at the beginning of the year - and he finally bit the bullet and asked for a time before school. Thank god her teacher agreed; despite the coaxing and near begging the man had to do to get his daughter in the building to begin with. 

She walked beside him, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl; a rather adorable sight at how small she was and the Hello Kitty bookbag she adorned. (But Meian told anyone who would listen to not let her fool them, she was as devilish as they came.) He shortened his strides whenever he walked with his daughter, he was tall enough that one stride was about three of hers; so he opted for picking her up with a groan. “Come here, you're killing me.” 

She fought against being picked up as well, “put me down!” A loud whine that nearly echoed in the empty hallway, “I don't wanna’ be held right now!” He only sighed as she squirmed against him, but eventually gave up once she realized she was no match. 

“It's not my fault you walk slow,” he groaned, but the smallest of smiles peaked at his lips once he cut his eyes over to her. She pouted, huffed, and did anything she could to make him feel bad; but it didn't work. 

“Maybe you just walk too fast.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Hima.” 

The hallway was long, almost liminal as the doors seemed to never end. Each decorated, or not, which showed the personality of who occupied it. The school was basically empty, besides the few staff members who got to work early on their own free will, and quiet. Quiet enough to hear the small sigh of defeat from his daughter, and she now rested her head on his shoulder. “Dad, I'm tired.” 

“I know.” Good god did he know. “Maybe if you went to bed on time you wouldn't be so sleepy.” 

“But I can't sleep when you're not there,” she sighed again. He felt his heart drop at her words, even though he knew them all too well. Every babysitter he ever had loved the girl, but every single one had never gotten her to fall asleep. The girl refused every time; and if she didn't, she laid in bed until she heard the front door open and shut, and the familiar voice of her father. She would drive herself to sleep deprivation all because Meian wasn't there. “I miss you too much to go to sleep.” 

“I know,” he repeated, much more softly than the latter. Filled with care, and hinted with regret, though he knew he had no other choice but to not be home. Games were important, not like the stray practices he would miss here and there; and the games that were later in the day he unfortunately couldn't bring her to. “I miss you too.” There was a small moment of silence, not knowing what to say as he felt his daughter fidget with the sleeve of his shirt.

The man prided himself with his encouragement skills and wise words, but more often than not he couldn't find them for himself. There was a missing piece to his mind it seemed, gaping and dreary as he wished nothing more than to be a good father - but to him, he always fell short. There were times he wasn't home, important events like school plays and concerts missed from commitments to his team, he couldn't help her with her homework as he wasn't home when she got back because of practice, and the period of time away for nationals felt like a stake through the heart every time it rolled around. 

An optimist with others, but a pessimist with himself. Always falling just shy of what he thought a good parent should be and what a good parent should do. It was utterly exhausting.

Despite his aching heart and rattling mind, he gave her a small smile and desperately tried to change the subject - more for himself rather than her. “Why don't you tell me about your teacher?” 

He heard the girl hum before she lifted her head to look at him with tired eyes. “I think you'll like her,” a tone that finally seemed to melt away the prior attitude. “She's really nice, not like my teacher last year, and she makes crafts with us.” She smiled, the first time that entire morning, “yesterday we read about bunnies and we made plates that looked like bunnies.”

“I know, you brought it home.” He smiled at the reminiscent thought; he came home just after she did, and she all but knocked him down running to show him the plate with construction paper and pom poms glued to it. “I'm actually pretty jealous, ‘sounds fun making bunny plates.” He chuckled, “you think the guys would want to make them?” Hima was well aware of the team he played for, moreover his teammates. She often saw them at the handful of practices and games that he took her to, but more so knew of them through the stories he shared.

She laughed at his question, and he took a silent sigh of relief. “Mr. Hinata might,” she giggled, “but I know Mr. Bokuto would!” The child picked favorites, most definitely; however, her favorite, out of all of them, was Sakusa - and he still had no unearthly reason why other than the dry humor he offered. Every practice he ever brought her to was always met with Hima hanging off of the man, annoying him, and pressing every button Sakusa had - and Meian let her, a silent act of revenge for the consistent arguments he started with Atsumu.

“You're right, he would.” Bokuto was just as childish as she, if not more - he would probably beg the man to make one if given the chance. “Do you want to show him yours later today?” While he didn't plan to take the girl to practice, the sentiment of longing still lingered in the back of his mind; twisted and turned until he felt sick. The awful feeling of thinking he spent too much time away from her returned; and he hoped bringing her with him might mend how he felt, and maybe make her tired enough she would, for once, go to sleep on time. 

“Really?” She asked excitedly. The girl cheered just before continuing on with her child like rambles. Himawari could go on for hours, days really, if he let her (which he more often than not did). She enjoyed talking about just about anything, and would find side story after side story as she went on through her rants. But the man never minded, he found it endearing that the girl had picked up his outgoing attitude. 

He smiled as she continued on, rounding a corner to the hallway that her classroom was on. The school was quite big, a primary school that housed kindergarten through sixth, so every grade level was split into smaller hallways. The man surprised himself that he could remember where to go, as the only other time he went was when she was in first grade. 

“She's really pretty, y'know?” Meian cut his eyes towards the girl, still holding her within his arms, and scrunched his brows.

“Who?” The word laced with confusion as his daughter only giggled again.

“My teacher.” He couldn't help but let a small breath pass his lips, and fought against rolling his eyes entirely. Himawari was prone to talking up the people within her life; which was an admirable trait to have, he was happy the girl wasn't a bully. But she was apt to make the older women around her larger than life - to play matchmaker. The girl couldn't remember her birth mother, she had passed when she was only a year old, but Meian made it a point to consistently remind the girl of her. Consistently reminded her, and himself, they were never abandoned. 

That never stopped Hima from yearning for another woman's presence though. Didn't stop her from the small smiles she would give her father when talking about women much older than she, his age, with an err of playfulness that made him roll his eyes. So to her latter statement he only hummed, “and what do you say about me then, huh?” 

“That you're old.” 

“Ouch-” he rolled his eyes at her nonchalant attitude, “I'm not even that old, Hima.”

“Yeah, ok.” Her sarcastic tone made him sigh, and he thought to himself that maybe he allowed her to hang about Sakusa all too much - his blunt choice of words rubbed off on her in ways he couldn’t imagine. Never rude, but curt replies that never failed to make him groan. But he kept his mouth shut on the topic as he continued walking, and thanked the stars he was almost to his destination. 

“Put me down, put me down!” The girl began to squirm in his arms, desperately trying to escape him to go to her teacher’s room that finally came within their view. The man quickly caved, picking his battles wisely with his daughter’s already flighty mood, and figured it wasn’t all that bad for her to be excited for school - quite the opposite really. 

He watched as his daughter ran through the doorway of the open classroom, and heard a cheery voice greet her from the other side. The voice was light and airy, joy mingling amongst syllables with every word spoken. There was an intent behind it that felt sound, secure - a voice that most definitely belonged to a second grade teacher. 

“Dad said I can bring my bunny plate to his practice and show his friends!” 

“Really? That's so cool, I bet they'll love it.” A small smile peaked on his lips at the woman’s words; although he couldn’t see it just yet, he could practically hear the smile she wore. “Did you get to show your dad yet?” 

Yet. 

The word alone made his steps slow just before he reached the door, letting his pace taper off before completely stopping and he let out a silent breath. It was her job to care, to provide comfort and joy, to create a sense of security and structure - but Himawara had no structure in her life. And it was all his fault, or so he thought. The girl, frankly, never knew her father’s schedule, as it always dialed and changed according to the needs of the team. He desperately tried, at any given opportunity, to cling to time with her - and while he cherished every second, it was never enough. 

He couldn’t help her as much as he liked with homework - yet. He couldn’t pick her up from school most days - yet. And he couldn’t find it within the chasms of his mind to give himself grace - yet. 

“I did! He put it on the fridge!” He wished he could be more like his daughter - happy and unknowing in the reality of real life. A childlike sense of certainty that everything was fine, that one could find joy in everything if they looked hard enough, and an unwavering belief that her father did everything under the sun for her. He couldn’t help but smile softly at the thought, and allowed the burden of ‘yet’ to pass him. 

“Now that's where real masterpieces go,” she mused. “Did you tell him the book we read?” 

“Not the title at least,” he chuckled as he rounded the doorway. “Everything else about it? Absolutely. I could probably quote it to you at this point.” A joke that landed fairly well, as he heard the woman laugh in response, but the comedic energy the man once held was quickly replaced with awe as he leaned against the doorway.

Himawari was wrong, utterly wrong. Her teacher wasn't pretty - she was beautiful.

He felt his stomach lurch to his throat, a brief sensation but one that made him cough. The realization that the woman was his daughter's teacher made him feel rather small, stupid even, and wildly out of his element. He woke up that morning and simply got ready for practice - a slam packed schedule as the practice started just after this meeting would be over - and now he deeply regretted it. 

“‘Morning, Mr. Meian.” He felt like a puddle of the man he once was only seconds ago, before she said his name. A subtle code switch that he picked up on from her - a voice for talking to children, and a voice for adults. He felt his mind go blank and nearly asked her to talk to him as if he were a child, maybe then he wouldn't have been so enamored. 

He couldn't help but linger in the doorway to the classroom, the exposed skin of his arm leaning against the cool wood of the frame. Hands shoved into the pockets of track pants as he watched the woman retrieve papers from her desk. Only then did she meet his eyes and his breath hitched in his throat. She paused for a fraction of a second, her pace stuttering just before forcing her eyes to the ground and continuing on. 

This was terrible. 

“You can come in,” her voice was softer in comparison to her latter statement, nervous even. It made him second guess why he was here in the first place, despite the flicker of his daughter playing with a puzzle on the floor nearby.

“How are you?” He asked, trying to fight against the heat that wanted to surge to his face. He felt silly making small talk, the man always fell flat on his face when it came to it, but felt even sillier if he had said nothing at all. 

“Tired,” she spoke through a chuckle, and he could tell. Behind a, semi, forced smile was tired eyes and a look of exhaustion. It was only Wednesday, and he suddenly felt bad for making the meeting in the first place. “But I'm here. How about yourself?” 

“About the same as you,” he smiled. “Sorry again for wanting this meeting so early, it's the only time that worked.” An apology didn’t seem like it should be enough now that he looked at the woman. Albite pretty, she looked weary, burnt out, and he sensed a twinge of discontent - like she didn’t want to be there in the first place. Groveling may have been a better thing to do, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the time he chose. He exhausted all other options from a meticulous schedule that was downright impossible to change.

“Don't worry about it,” she shrugged, “I'm just glad you didn't want it way after school.” 

“Feels like a crime to make you stay that long.” 

“It should be.” She met his eyes again and smiled, one that seemed genuine rather than forced this time. And he watched her eyes flicker to the other side of the room after a moment. “We can sit back there,” she motioned towards a semi circle table in the back of the room. “It's a little cluttered, but it's better than sitting at a desk made for a second grader.” The table didn't seem cluttered in the slightest; occupied with stacks of papers and different containers, each having a different color that he only guessed was for ease of organization. 

She sat down, he followed, and began shifting the papers and containers over, now lining the edges with organized chaos than the latter neat piles. “Sorry,” she chuckled. “They come back here to work with me, so keeping everything neat is almost unheard-of.” 

He let a laugh pass his lips just before he cut his eyes to his daughter, then promptly returned his gaze to her. “Trust me, I know. She'll pull out everything and decide she doesn't even want to play anymore.” 

He felt his heart squeeze when she laughed in response, it was a laugh he could easily get used to, a laugh he wanted to hear more often than just at school. It was gentle, lighthearted, and voluntary - it didn’t feel like a laugh she had to force, as he suspected she did often. His mind kept circling back to the sound as she spoke; he didn’t even realize she had formally started the meeting just minutes ago. His thoughts were the furthest from where they should have been, as he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her. 

Dazed, seemingly on cloud nine, he didn’t register that she spoke of grades, behavior, and reading level. He simply nodded along as he tried to memorize every detail of the woman in front of him: her eyes were dark and tired, she had smile lines on the sides of her lips, of which he guessed were from years of doing nothing but, her clothes were casual but nice despite the knowledge that children were frankly disgusting, and the side of her dominant hand was stained with multicolored marker, which he only imagined was the set up of a craft for later today. 

“Do you have any questions?” The sentiment jerked him back to the present, and his fuzzy mind cleared quickly once he realized he didn’t register a single thing she spoke about. “Anything you want to add, maybe?”

“When's the next time you're doing these meetings?” The only query that made headway in his mind left his lips at the same time; speaking without thinking, and noticing too late what managed to tumble from his tongue. 

“Conferences?” There was a sense of confusion riddled in her voice; if he were listening, he would have known that his daughter was doing just fine - excelling even. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. And despite his better judgment, he doubled down on the sentiment entirely. “When's the next time I can talk to you?” He watched the woman’s eyes widen, and for a moment he felt like an idiot until he noticed a barely there, bitten back smile. 

“You could always email me?” It was a subtle change in conversation, but one that both picked up on quickly. He was convinced the woman was trying to make his heart stop when she locked eyes with him, a cheekiness to the once serious discussion now diminished. “I respond pretty quickly actually.”

“Do you, now?” He leaned forward slightly, enough to rest his elbows against the table. At first the distance between the two was vast, professional, but he closed the door to professionality and locked it when he leaned in closer to her. She bit the inside of her cheek, still fighting the smile that desperately wanted to bloom on her lips. “That's good to know. But, I feel like I get a million emails every day. I'd never live it down if I missed one from you.” 

“Things happen,” she shrugged with a gentle chuckle. “Did you have a better alternative though?” It was then he realized she wasn’t talking to him like a teacher anymore; instead, the tone had shifted again. This was actually her - not a teacher, not a professional - her. A coy change in the color of her voice that made his heart do flips, but played upon regardless. 

“Getting your number was one.” 

The battle between her and her ever growing smile ultimately ended in defeat at his proposition. Her lips pulled upward in an inviting smile and she cast her eyes to the table, a sheepishness washing over her at the man’s boldness - but she couldn’t deny that she liked it. “It's not every day I give a parent my personal number.” 

“We don't need to talk about school.”

“Then what exactly would we talk about?” 

“If you're free this weekend, or any weekend really?” The question left his lips with ease, despite the nerves that overflowed him when he first entered. He saw her eyes flicker back up to meet his own, catching his gaze once more, to which his heart hammered in his chest. 

“What did you have in mind, Mr. Meian?” 

“We don't have to decide that now,” a cheeky reply as he flashed her a smile. “We have until Saturday to figure that out.”

“I guess we do.” She looked down again, biting at the inside of her cheek, before reaching next to her at a stack of sticky notes. “You better not use this to ask me questions about second grade math,” she teased as she wrote the number down. Her handwriting was pretty and neat, a whimsy to it that matched her job to a tee. Once done, she took it off the stack and handed it to him, their fingers briefly touching as he took it from her. There was a pause when their fingers met; her fingers were cold against his own and it sent a shockwave through him. He could die happy if he was able to feel that again. 

“That sucks. Because I've been really struggling with adding and subtracting.” He broke the brief silence with a boldness, one that looked all too good on him, and he smiled again. She rolled her eyes and laughed at his statement, “I’ll text you later today.”

“I hope you do.”

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「 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 」

SYNOPSIS: just a compliation of cute nicknames various BNHA boys would give you

PAIRINGS: various BNHA boys x the cutest person in the world (a.k.a you)

AUTHORS NOTES: i am correct about these headcanons. you will OBEY my headcanon opinions, bitch /lh

TAGS: fluff, light teasing, some cursing because bakugou tings

izuku midoirya's cutesy nicknames are all, very awkward, but can you blame him? he has never been in a proper relationship before you and of course he's had crushes, but he has never gotten this far in his crushes. babe, is something he says pretty regularly, but it still falls out a bit awkwardly. he definitely has a shortened version of your name that he calls you (or a longer version, depending on the length) but that is not as appealing to him as just saying your full first name. he says it with so much revereance that genuinely, you would want him to say anything else?

katsuki bakugou does not do cutesy nicknames. in fact, if you called him anything too cute then he would for sure give you a look of disgust and refuse to respond. whoever came up with the idea that katsuki calls his s/o "teddy bear" should be jailed, because the most romantic he gets is babe and that is rare. it's more frequently him calling you dumbass, but in a softer tone that he has never used with anyone else.

shoto todoroki does not even think of any cute nicknames. it's first name basis like normal until YOU start coming up with cute nicknames for him and honestly he is ABSOLUTELY SHOCKED that people actually call each other cute nicknames outside of silly romance movies and can you blame him? this man has literally never seen a normal romantic relationship in real life. he does call you love if you call him cute things, but that's about it. although, if you have a nickname that you have expressed a liking for he will call you that. he does not detect sarcasm that well so do not give him a cringy name because he will unironically call you that IN PUBLIC.

shouta aizawa, the man that he is, will sometimes just call you lover. sometimes as a greeting or if you're trying to get his attention he will just respond with "lover?" and if you two are married then he will say wife/husband/spouse instead of just lover. and if he is especially exasperated or stressed out at work he will say love, but he does not do shortened versions of your name or cutesy versions of them or anything along those lines, but that does not mean he does not like when you shorten his first name to "shou", he thinks it's extra cute.

keigo takami, out of everyone on this list is the most liberal with his nicknames and not all of them are good. in fact most of them are bad. of course, he says them all (mostly) ironically. here is a list of a few he has called you in the public chat; the love of my life, apple of my eye, cutie patootie, baby, baby bird, the wind under my wings, everything i need and more, hot wings, my man (regardless of gender he will call you this), and song bird. have a fun time guessing which ones he says genuinely and which one he says as a joke.

should i add anyone else?

[slashersbabes]

Pour le pire

Summary : I never meant to become part of their world—but maybe I was always meant to be here. They claimed me, hunted me, bled for me. Their love is obsession, their devotion a cage, but I’ve never been one to break easily. They don’t just own me—I own them too. Their love is possessive, suffocating, but I don’t mind the way their hands bruise or the way their knives carve. If this is madness, then I’ll sink into it willingly. After all, love is just another form of power—and I refuse to be the one who breaks first.

Chapter 5 : Good girl

Proxies x fem!reader

TW : OOC, toxic behaviour

Chapter 4 - Chapter 6

A/N : Hey guys ! Just wanted to warn you, I'm going on vacation for two weeks in Japan, so the updates are going to be slowed for a bit ! Thanks for your understanding and enjoy <3

2.4 K words

I woke up feeling the warm rays of the sun that managed to skim through the barricaded window. The room wasn’t that cold considering we were in a forest, the heater wasn’t working but I managed to snatch some extra covers from Toby. I didn’t want to steal them from him but apparently he couldn’t really feel the cold, so he helped me bring them to my room. I am so thankful to him, I think I would have frozen to death by now, but it made me kind of worried for him, even if he can’t feel it his body still reacts to it. 

I got out of bed reluctantly, the coldness biting at my exposed hands and feet really made me wish I could stay in bed, but I had a goal in mind. When we finished eating yesterday I helped with the dishes and cleaned up the counter, and I realised that there was stale bread just sitting on the counter. Now I just couldn’t let this bread die on the counter, so I decided to make us some french toast for breakfast. It serves a double purpose, firstly it’s just good and easy to make, secondly as the saying goes, the way to the heart is through the stomach. It’s not really manipulation if you think about it, it’s more of a way to gain favours ! 

I stood in front of the stoves, toasts fizzling from the heat, and with a sweet and appetizing scent making its way through the house. It wasn’t hard to make when you were used to making them, and when you had the right ingredients, which thankfully were all there. It’s usually a sweet intention I reserve for my parents or friends. Just thinking about them made me suddenly sad, just thinking that I can’t even tell them that I’m alright, that I’m losing all the progress I made at trying to be normal, I wish I could just talk to them. My mom and dad, and Lilliane, god is Lilliane even alright ? I am slowly starting to get more and more anxious, I feel my breaths shorten, because of all the what ifs running through my head. I am too confident with all the plans I am making, but I need to remind myself that I can still die at any moment. I'm not some special girl, they probably chose me because I’m far away from home and didn’t have a lot of friends, so harder to track down. I can’t believe that I’m special, I’m just a good opportunity for them. God my brain is giving me a headache. 

I’m not what you would call your study case of mental illness. My old psychiatrist tried to subtly tell me that I probably had some form of personality disorder, she didn’t want to put it on a record in fear that it would hinder my chances at getting better. I do not want to be another one of those examples of mentally ill people being dangerous or just going crazy. Even though that is what I am, I’m a danger to myself and others, I used to do good, when I had my little routine of course as it was easier to manage. Now I had to adapt to something completely different and unsafe, with no one to rely on but myself, and I had to do all that while keeping up appearances. It was eating at me, I didn’t realise it yet as I had spent most of my time plotting and trying to keep up, but now I realise that I’m slowly regressing back to how I used to be. It honestly scares me, I wish I could at least talk to someone about it but I know it’s impossible, I can’t let them know how I really feel. 

I can feel the tears starting to form at the bottom of my eyes. I tried to distract myself by concentrating on what was in front of me, and I also didn’t want to burn what I spent my time on doing and ruining breakfast. My head perked up when I heard footsteps coming down the steps, I tried to compose myself but I realised I was unable to, the tears kept flowing and my eyes were probably swollen red. I watched as a figure slowly emerged from the door, I could see a head of dirty blonde hair clearly still groggy from waking up. He looked up at me while I tried to avoid his gaze, but I could feel his gaze observing me, trying to decipher my body language.

“What are you cooking ?” He clearly avoided bringing up the elephant in the room, which is of course me crying. I am thankful for that, the last thing I wanted to do was explaining myself to one of them.

I tried to control how my voice was coming out but I obviously couldn’t considering how Brian was looking at me. “It’s french toast, the bread was going stale I didn’t want to waste it.” My answer was curt, I could still feel his gaze on me like he was trying to dissect me.

“And you mind telling me why you’re crying over french toast ?” I could hear from his tone that he was trying to make the situation lighter by making a small joke. 

I let out a quiet snort, Brian had this calm energy around him that easily transpired into others. “I just- I felt kind of bad, I used to eat this back home and it made me nostalgic I guess.” My voice was still quiet, though at least I wasn’t crying anymore. I finished the last round of toasts before setting one down in front of him. I started walking towards the sink before he stopped me by dragging me down on the chair next to him. 

“Sit down, we’ll do the dishes later. How about we eat this in front of the TV yeah ? Would that make you feel better ?” I noticed how his voice obviously softened when talking to me, like he was trying to make me feel better.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah okay, I’d like it, thanks.” We both got up with a plate in our hands before making our way to the couch. When the TV turned on, the channel was already switched on to the news, we silently watched them while eating breakfast. I also realized that I was mistaken, I thought it was morning but we’re already late in the afternoon. 

As news and news passed I had to admit that being with Brian felt really calming, it was like my problems were slowly disappearing, well I guess it was kind of ironic considering he was part of the problem. We were silently enjoying each other’s presence when suddenly a breaking news segment started. 

“Two other college students reported missing, right after the disappearance of Lilliane Ross aged 20 years old. A boy named Cameron Wallas, aged 22 years old has been reported missing since friday night, last seen living his apartment some time during the night and the girl (Y/N) (L/N), aged 19 years old has been reported missing since saturday morning, last seen living her workplace during friday night. The police are asking for your help and for any information concerning these people. Take a look at their photos and-”

The TV was suddenly shut off. A look of pure horror is etched on my face as my eyes are still stuck on the now black screen. I slowly turned my head towards Brian, who held his hand up to his mouth, with his eyes cast downwards, avoiding my gaze.

My voice slightly trembled as I spoke. “Did you do something to Lilliane ?” 

He looked almost guilty as he started looking directly at me, my eyes watering again.

He quickly put his hands on mine, his eyes almost pleading while looking into mine. “No we didn’t, I promise you (Y/N) we don’t have anything to do with that. She wasn’t in our plans, it’s an ugly coincidence I promise you. Do you trust me ?”

No I don’t. “Yes I do, I believe you.”

My eyes held contempt, I knew that they weren’t innocent. Did they kill her, I don’t know, but they have something to do with it I’m sure. Still I had to keep my composure, and right now I need to lie to him, I need to make him think I’m on their side. I could see relief on his face, but also a bit of doubt. He isn’t dumb, he knows it’s dangerous to put all his trust in me. But it seems that it worked as he backed off.

“Thank you… I’ll go wake up the others, you can stay here if you want.”

He quickly scurried upstairs, I could hear ruckus from everyone moving around. I decided to go back to the kitchen, take my mind off of what I learned. I put everything I used in the sink and started washing everything. My mind kept going places, is there a clue I missed ? Why would they hurt Lilliane, she would have been useless in their plans. There is something that I don’t get. At least now I am officially reported missing, that’s a relief ! 

After the noise upstairs faded, I realized that they were all coming down. I continued the task at hand to keep my mind off of everything I just learned. The chairs behind me squeaked on the floor, Toby’s voice rang through the room recounting the dream he had, something to do with the forest and the “operator”. Whatever that it is.

“What d-did you c-cook ? It smells f-fucking god.” He was almost screaming even though he was like a meter away from me. I don’t know how someone could have so much energy right after waking up. I mean considering it was the late afternoon I guess it was easier but still.

“Just some french toast, it’s good for breakfast.”

“D-Damn, we're s-spoiled today. You better s-start eating b-because I won’t leave a-anything.”

And with those words he started engulfing everything in sight, leaving barely anything for Tim who barely managed to steal one of the toast. 

Tim started to get aggravated at Toby’s behaviour, even as I washed dishes you could feel the tension in the room. “Dammit Toby, we have a mission later so let us eat. Stop being fucking selfish.”

Toby chuckled at what Tim said, almost mocking him, and I could still hear him munching on the food while Tim sighed heavily. I quietly finished and sat down with them. I thought for a bit about what Tim said. They’re going on a mission, which means they’re leaving the house. Well at least I guess they’re all leaving since he said “we”, and I already know what I’ll be doing when they’re gone. I’ll go check the hidden door.

I look at Tim almost expectantly. “You have a mission today ? How does that work ?”

He quickly looks over before answering. “Oh yeah, we’ll be leaving today when it gets dark. I don’t know how long it will take, it usually lasts an hour, depending on how it plays out. You know it’s not the kind of job where you have regular working hours.”

He snorted at the end, I didn’t find it funny but I guess if I want to make them like me I have to play dumb so I just let out a small laugh. “Okay, and what will I do during this ?”

“Well, everything is locked so you can’t go out, otherwise you’re free to do what you want.”

Perfect. They can’t be mad if I start snooping around then. Now I just need to wait for them to be gone. Considering how late it was starting to get, it was sooner than ever. And I couldn’t be more right when I saw them leave the table to get ready. I decided to just wait and watch the TV, after a while, they were all going down the stairs and… Okay murderers I get it but hatchets ? I thought they were like hitmen, not butcherers ? Well now I have even more questions than when I first came here. I also noticed their masks and outfits, it was quite creepy seeing them dressed up to go kill someone. And it was even creepier when one of them started walking up to me, I could only guess that it was Tim considering the brown locks adorning his head. 

“We trust you alright ? And we don’t want things to get… bad. So don’t do anything stupid, don’t go anywhere you know you shouldn’t go, and everything will be fine. Am I clear ?”

He spoke to me with the tone of a parent scolding a child, I started getting worried that they already guessed my plans but he’s probably just taking precautions. I looked deeply into his eyes, well more like the dark eyes from his mask, before answering. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid Tim.” I gave him my best doe eyes to convince him.

He put his hand on my cheek before whispering. “Good girl.” He stayed there for a few seconds, before turning around and going back to the others, the both of them looking at us. Toby left first, throwing a loud “See you l-later.” Tim followed him and then Brian slowly turned around, looking at me with the same mask I saw the night I killed Cameron.

I could feel his stare from beyond his mask. “(Y/N), please don’t do anything stupid alright ? We like you, we don’t want to do anything bad.” 

The tension between us was so thick that it felt suffocating. “I promise you Brian, I’ll be good.” I threw him a febrile smile, before he turned around without saying anything in return.

I turned back around to watch the time pass by, and when I felt ready I knew what I had to do. I got up from the couch and made my way towards the door. I was scared of what was behind it, but I can’t stay passive for any longer. I know something important is behind it, and I’ll find out what it is.

[deepdreamnights]

Using Vidu to Make Character Turnarounds

Disclosure: I am in the Vidu Artist Program.

Having (at the very least) front and back reference greatly improves the quality of character image prompting. And very often, one finds that they were lazy and only got a couple of bits of character reference. Or they have tons of it in the wrong art style.

A character like Wally Manmoth requires some good reference to work right.

Now, it's not that hard to prompt up something that matches close enough and then modifying the stuff manually until it works, such as I did with TriceraBruce and DeinoSteve:

You can tell Steve's the bad boy because he's got a cool rip in the back of his jacket.

But for Wally, I decided to try out Vidu as a means of getting turnaround frames.

So I loaded Wally's front-view pic (above) into the image-to-video feature, and prompted with:

vintage traditional animation scene (1985) humanoid mammoth/furry elephant wearing a red hawaiian shirt and blue shorts, by filmation and sunbow productions, 90s colors, friendly on green background, streamlined black line art with cel shaded vintage cartoon color, official media, character design fullbody shot on green background. The mammoth-anthro starts facing the camera, turning around to face away from the viewer, providing a view of his back.

I gave it two shots at the 720x quality setting (12 points per, total of 24), and got:

Huh. Weird it happened twice, etc.

This demonstrates both that the tech is viable for this use, and the reason you'd want to have that multi-view reference. The robot clearly assumes that a luau shirt would have a large print on the back, whereas wally's is a more basic print. That's ultra easy to fix, though.

I started by exporting the last frame of each (or close to it, picking the one that looks cleanest)

While its image editing features and often touch-and-go, one thing the Midjourney edit feature has going for it is it's utility as an upscaler. You load the image in, make your tweaks (just a little bit of background if you're just upscaling) and then upscale and at the very least you have 2048x2048 worth of resolution.

I used the midjourney edit process, that got those two images to the following state, as a test.

The results are good, but getting the large trees to erase-and-replace out took several attempts, and just doing it in photoshop then using the editor to upscale would have been faster.

This is why we do tests.

I went with the slightly-at-an-angle one for the main reference sheet. I'll be keeping the straight-on-back-shot in case it winds up being useful for specific scenes down the line.

In photoshop, I touched up the shirt print, made sure the colors where consistent, and simplified the hair coloration to something more period-plausible.

No more giant trees on the back! On the other hand, I think the feet sprouting toes on the heel is going to be something I'll be fixing frame-by-frame until there's another revision.

Human characters will induce these issues less often. I just stick with my genre of choice.

Midjourney was not cooperating with TyrannoMax (it really doesn't like giving him the proportions I like, preferring to make him a weird big-head salamander), so I went the same direction, resulting in this stage 1 front/back:

Only Midjourney refused to work with it, at all. Declaring everything that came out of it too lewd for its internal censor. Apparently, this hunky relative of cheesasaurus rex is too sexy for general consumption. Nevermind that it's a cartoon lizard in a shade tangello orange.

The workaround is too dumb for words.

Slam the hue slider until it's off anything that could be perceived as a human skintone.

Then make the modifications. Here I had to rework the leg several times, and do a lot of tweaking to remove-overinking. Then I popped it back out, droped it back into lineart, re-colored it, and and composited it back together:

And voila, a front and back for Max. I shortened his tail, as the longer tails have been causing problems with confusing the image prompting systems. The armor skirt has scallops to accommodate the tail, which looked better more consistently than the flaps folding around the tail.

The results are, thus far, encouraging.

Of course, if the back of your character has any unexpected details, you're going to have to add those in after the fact or include them in the prompting, and you're going to be making a lot of edits regardless (as you should).

Oh, and Max has a sword now.

A blade of amber crystal with a fossilized femur grip and a faceted dino-eye that should be far enough away from the Eye of Thundera for safety. A roleplay-toy friendly trademark weapon, usually a sword, was a must-have for 80s action-adventure lines despite the fact that you'd never see it used on anything that wasn't a robot, living statue, or skeleton.

Thus the sword's gimmick is it cleaves through non-living matter with ease but anything BS&P doesn't want subjected to a stabbin's is encased in amber crystal: locked in place if partially encased, put into suspended animation if fully encased. A nice, nonlethal use for a magic sword.

It's proportioned like a gladius, but is generally interpreted as larger, approaching a broadsword, in keeping with the generally ridiculous blade sizes of kidvid fantasy. They're just more fun when they're stupidly huge.

Is "Sword of Eons" too on the nose?

[d34dlysinner]

This has been on my mind so.. WHB Kings (+ Sitri, Leraye) reaction to MC forgetting their own name due to being called "Solomon" or "Solomon's child" so much, that the MC asks the guys "What was my name again?"

MINORS DNI

The demon needed something from you and called out a shortened or nickname version of your name that he rarely uses. He noticed that you didn't respond and this time said your full name to catch your attention.

"I just called for you... Are you awake?", he says as he sees you snap out of your train of thought.

You opened your mouth: "Huh?... What is my name again?"

Satan stood there as his eyebrows raised in sync with his eyes widening.

"What do you mean-... Your name is MC.", he says as he watches how you snapped your fingers.

"Ah... right!", you said as if you suddenly understood something.

To say that Satan was shocked at you for forgetting your name was kind of an understatement. Then he remembered all the times he hears others call you "Solomon" or "Child of Solomon", and he understood why it became hard to remember your name.

After that he made sure to watch over you for a while and kick anyone in Gehenna that never calls you by your name.

Mammon needed a second to register your question.

"Your name is MC.", he says to answer your question. He didn't understand how you forgot your own name. It's something that he could not even own and even he knows many names.

"You should write your name down. It's one thing that others shouldn't be able to take from you. It's also something you shouldn't forget.", he says as he becomes worried at how easily you forgot your name.

After that scene he would atleast call you by your name 3 times a day.

Leviathan frowned as he said: "MC... How could you forget your own name?"

He definitely didn't understand how so he kind of blamed it on you being a human.

"Maybe humans forget things too easily...", he says to himself as he stood up and walked towards you.

"What's your name?", he asked as he expected you to say the name he used on you a few second ago.

"... MC...", You said. The way he looks at you while waiting for an answer sort of feels as if you were being scolded for making a dumb mistake, but that feeling disappeared the moment his frown vanished.

"Good. So, you do know your name. Now you should remember it forever."

Beelzebub thought you were joking at first.

"You're messing with me.", he said before he saw your expression turn into a confused frown.

"Wait... You're really asking what your name is?", he asked. He questioned if you hit your head or something.

He was about to say your name until he had an idea. "Hmm... Well, if you want to know your name you have to get it out of me.", he purred into your ear. He gave you a relaxed smile, a smile you knew all to well.

"You can't just tell me... You really want me to get it out you by teasing or?", you asked. Your answer was confirmed the moment he shone you a bright smile. He wouldn't keep your name secret forever if you don't want to do it. In fact, he'll just call you boring and say your name if you refuse.

Sitri was confused for a moment. He thought that you were joking as he said "Solomon?" again. You were also confused as you knew that it wasn't your name, but your ancestors name. Sitri does know your name but would refuse to say it. It was only when you 'threatened' to leave him there that he spoke up. "MC. MC is your name."

He does call you Solomon most of the times. Solely because this is how he copes with the reality of Solomon being dead, but he also didn't want you to leave too just because you were going to ask around for your name.

"Your name is MC. If you allow it... Please let me call you Solomon for a little while more."

Leraye was shocked. "Wait... MC?... You forgot that your name was MC?", he asked as he just used your name as usual.

Leraye didn't want to call you or compare you to Solomon. It's cheating to him. And on top of that he loved your name so he was confused on how you would forget something as simple as your name.

"I will call you by your name everytime we meet, everytime we say goodbye and every time I'd think of you. That way you won't ever forget who you are!"

[bon2bonn]

Flowers to you

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*First life update!🌷 with little Mari, the firstborn of the Leclerc-Sainz clan .

The Small grunts made Carlos smile in amusement, slowing his steps a bit for his determined daughter to catch up with . her steady pace was due to the big bouquet she was holding onto for dear life , refusing to let anyone else hold it or even come close to touch it , a special gift for her Mama , insisting on each colour , type and even made sure to ask politely if they could wrap it in blue wrapping papers .

That's why now she's carefully making her way up to the front door supporting her precious flowers , pausing every now and then to adjust her small hands around it and huffing dramatically as she tried to and failed to blow away strands of hair that stubbornly fell over her face but that won't hinder her from doing what she planned to.

Carlos chuckled at her struggling form , asking softly " you want some help there Mari? " , she shook her head or at least tried , answering confidently " non papa , I got it! " he hummed unlocking the door to let her get in first before he did the same , both taking off their shoes before heading to the kitchen when they took notice of the quiet house, making sure to not make too much noise in order to maintain the peace. Both washed their hands and made their way to the counter, where she stood on on her stall , a set of steps for her to reach the counter, the sink ....etc , patiently waiting for her father to get one of her favourite vases down for them to work on.

" So , miss Mari what do we do first ?" Carlos asked with his hands on his hips, feigning confusion making her shake her head dramatically, pointing at the vase then at the counter " the vase , papa! Did you forget already ? " His face broke into a grin as he set the vase on the counter where she leaned over to inspect the inside and nodded in approval, then he turned again to grab his wife's clippers , waiting as little Mari carefully unwrap the flowers and untangle the secure knots at the stems, taking out one at a time to hand over to him to clip out the excess leaves , shorten the stems before taking them back to arrange into the vase to her liking.

She hummed a tone as she took one from his hand delicately adding it to the rest before picking another from the pile, nodding at her work with a focused look on her face , her brows creasing as she took out one that she didn't like and put it aside before proceeding, and once she's done she took out the blue ribbon out of her pocket , the lady on the counter was kind to give her a one to match with the wrapping , saying it was for good luck , so she now took it and wrapped it around the vase , asking with frown for her Papa's help when she couldn't make the knot as neet as she wanted, then she leaned back a bit to give it a final inspection, Carlos crossed his arms over the counter where he leaned on it after putting everything away and cleaned the remains of leaves and wrapping paper " so , what do you think miss Mari ? You think Mama would like them ? " She nods confidently her small hands on the counter " Mama will love them , they're her favourite and , we made it with love because, we love Mama , so she'll love them " he propped his head on his hands with his elbows still on the counter and asked in amusement " and how much do we love Mama ? " She gave him a wide grin answering " as much as I love papa " making him ask again " and how much do you love papa? " She held out her hands giving an exaggerated measure "as much as there is stars on the whole whole universe" he placed his hand over his heart Groaning dramatically " too sweet , ugh ! My Mariposa is too sweet what should I do !" He then scooped her up spinning around the counter , emitting a loud laugh out of her as her hair fell all over her face " papa! My hair! " He placed her down and sighed in content " alright how about we wash our hands and go show Mama what we made ? " Her face lit up and she hurriedly made her way to wash her hands, dried them and waited for him to do the same , he teased her by doing so slowly making her groan impatiently and throw her head back , just like her mother .

He then picked her with one arm and grabbed the vase with the other on their way out , heading up the stairs for the master bedroom where they left her resting before going out .

Her second pregnancy was a difficult one to say the least , suffering from long restless nights accompanied with back pains up to high blood pressure overall it was a complicated one , and on her latest appointment her doctor finally declared she needs to be on bed rest for the remaining period of the pregnancy, strongly advising them to change the birth plans to surgical option, to avoid any complications or risks as she put it, trying not to alarm the already stressed couple, but precautions are a must with her condition , specially through the last stages of it .

The moment they stepped into the room their daughter exclaimed at the sight of her reading peacefully with raised arms " Mama! " Making her look up , a smile lit up her face as she was greeted with them standing before her, with little Mari barley containing her excitement as Carlos set her down on the bed , leaning over to greet her with a kiss " hi" she smiled at the kiss , greeting back a quiet " hey " then leaned back to open her arms for a big hug from little Mari who crawled her way up to wrap her arms around her neck, leaving a kiss on her Mama's cheek and cuddled into her arms humming as she asked her " how was your trip ? ", both parents grins in amusement as she perked up in a burst of excitement pointing at the bedside table where Carlos put the vase earlier " look mama , we got your favourite " , she admired the blooming flowers along with the baby blue ribbon around it , appreciating the effort they put into it and turned to her " I love them baby " leaning to kiss her on the cheek " and the blue ribbon too " Mari's smile widened at that as she gently patted her Mama's belly " it's for Mateo " then she leaned down to leave a kiss on the side of it, speaking quietly to the baby " hi Mateo , we brought you and mama flowers today , I'm sure you're gonna like them when you're here , Mama liked them and I did too so I'll get some for you too , okay? " she promised unaware of the knowing look shared between her parents , they didn't reveal the baby's gender yet , but , Mari decided long ago that it's going to be a boy , even declaring his name to be Mateo just like she remembered from the dream she had , stubbornly refusing to settle on anything else .

Carlos then gave a sound of protest " what about me !? where's my kiss? , I did help! " his wife looked at her daughter in question , who in turn gave her a wide grin " he did Mama " making Carlos look at her pointedly, she then opened her arms for him , and he didn't waste time leaning over to receive a kiss on his cheek, then he turned his head to steal one from her lips , before leaning down to place another on her belly, before moving to the end of the bed to take her feet into his lap , massaging them to relieve some of the aches .

Meanwhile Mari leaned over to not so quietly whisper to her Mama with a frown on her face " Mama " receiving a humm before she proceeded in a serious manner making her mother frown in turn " what's wrong baby ?" Making her answer with a solemn look as she recalled her conversation with her uncle " I think thuthu is right " her mother then asked curiously, knowing her youngest brother's antics " really? And what did he say this time ? " She answered with a pout " papa is forgetting things , he didn't know what to do earlier !! , and thuthu said that means papa is getting old " that made Carlos snap his head their way , his smile fell and a frown on his face , his eye twitched as he called out in denial over his wife's loud snickers " AY ! I'm not old ! , he's lying! " He then glared at his wife who was cackling when their daughter innocently answered back with a sympathetic nod " he said old people say that too " .

[lilolilyr]

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi knows he is meant to be a Jedi Knight. He has been telling everyone else this, following the will of the Force, and still getting stomped on by life. Well, the Senate of all krififng things sending him as tribute to the Mandalorian Empire, leaders unknown, sounds like another swift kick to the balls. But maybe, just maybe, Obi-Wan is about to end up where he should have been.

Or: "Oops, Kyr'tsad was supposed to be the empire builder."

Jango/Obi-Wan, Rated M, No Warnings, Words: 23,092, Chapters: 6/?, WIP, last updated April 2024

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I had to shorten the summary on my bookmark because I kept running out of space, so I'm copying the full version here instead (I write summaries in my bookmarks of wip fics because I know I'll just forget what the fic is even about by the time it updates xD)

Spoilers ahead!!!

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previously, Jango accidentally conquers some worlds, like Galidraan, by taking down corrupt politicians, and those worlds keep sending them 'tributes', and talk of the 'empire' spreads...

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C1 When the Senate looks for a jedi tribute to sent to placate the growing mandalorian empire, before the jedi council can tell them to kriff off, Qui-Gon offers up his senior padawan Obi-Wan, saying this will count as his trials (and happy to get rid of him, no matter that he is essentially sending Obi-Wan into slavery.

Once he reaches Mandalorian space, the mand'alor is called, Jaster recognizes Obi-Wan as the Padawan who had saved Satine's life some years ago, but when he hears this has to do with the Senate, figures it's Jango's fault and says to contact him instead

Jango is currently near Dathomir trying to contact the Nightsisters about a trade agreement. Obi-Wan knows to let a woman call the Nightsisters instead of Jango, and it works.

The letter explaining Obi-Wan is a slave for them to do with as they please never really gets read by anyone. They're just happy that when the republic decided they needed a jedi they sent them a competent one, Obi-Wan is well known for his exploits during the clan wars, speaks mando'a and is both a good negotiator and a good fighter after all. Obi-Wan figures out he's probably safe-ish though, when he hears about the conquering being all accidental.

Looking for more info on the Dathomirians, he offers to contact Bant for info, telling her to keep the fact that he's safe from everyone though, especially Jinn. He also tells her that he has accidentally formed a bond with Anakin before he left Coruscant, as a bond breaking when he dies instead of being peacefully resolved could hurt the child

Myles eventually reads the letter and shows it to Jango, telling him Obi-Wan must be convinced he's their slave. Jango will contact Jaster about it.

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C2 Anya Darklighter, former slaver and current haat'ade Quartermaster, gives Obi-Wan clothes, a stab-vest, and a dagger, and when he tries to refuse, makes it clear that they don't keep slaves, they free them. Obi-Wan has a hard time believing that he's that lucky, still worried that because he's a Jedi, he won't fare that well. He just hopes that he (and the information provided by Bant) will prove too useful to dispose of him.

Jango speaks with Obi-Wan, openly adressing the contents of the letter and that he didn't mean for that to happen, that Obi-Wan is free.

Obi-Wan meditates on this (for a long time, the mandos get worried and break down the door once he misses several meals, he doesn't even notice), and decides not to return to Coruscant. He's just sad he won't be training Anakin - though it will take time for Anakin to be eligible anyway, so who knows...

He calls Bant again, telling her he's truly safe, that she can tell their other friends and Anakin (if he can keep quiet about it), that the haat'ade don't keep slaves, and that he'll be staying with them voluntarily.

Jango contacts the senate and tells them that sending him a slave was offensive af and they can consider themselves lucky he isn't going to go to war about it

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C3 Obi-Wan tells Jango that he intends to stay. Jango tells him he contacted the Senate and that he also wants to contact the Jedi temple and ask for Obi-Wan's armor to be returned to him. Obi-Wan tells him to also ask for agricorps help, especially as they are already enroute to Bandomeer anyway, and together they record a message for the council.

Obi-Wan gets to know some more of the Mandalorians. He also asks for a space to practice his lightsaber forms. He gains quite an audience.

Late at night, Obi-Wan meets Kotyc Fett, (who he believes to be) Jango's ad, sneaking around the ship. Together, they visit the gardens.

Jango calls Jaster, who wants to know how Obi-Wan is doing. He wanted to adopt him when Obi-Wan was first on Manda'yaim and still cares for him. He and Jango also talk about how Arla is doing, and that it isn't a good idea yet to bring Kotyc to her.

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C4 on Bandomeer, Obi-Wan introduces himself to his contacts as Watchman to the mandalore sector (on Bant's suggestion).

Myles, who went to lunch with Obi-Wan and his old friends, learns about Obi-Wan's first time on Bandomeer.

The Agricorps Master Jango and Obi-Wan meet with agrees to send help to Mandalore and asks for more information on the situation there.

Quinlan Vos overhears a Council session discussing how the senate can't stop the agricorps aid, but that they have forbidden them from sending Obi-Wan his things, 'to prevent further unrest' by not letting anyone go near mandalorian space.

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C5 Obi-Wan has settled in among the mandalorians, living on the Ruusaanyc ship, going on missions, teaching different classes, also teaching three younglings force control, and having made friends his own age.

He hasn't heard back from the jedi high council yet about his things, his armor or anything else, and wants to try to contact them after the next mission.

The mission is that Phindar, one of the accidentally conquested worlds, keeps sending the mandalorians Beskar tributes, more than they should have access to in the first place, so there is something fishy going on.

Before that, they stop at Manda'yaim, being greeted by Jaster, and Obi-Wan is given a set of rooms, and he learns that Jaster had wanted to adopt him in the past.

Quinlan contacts Manda'yain, saying he's got Obi-Wan's things, Bant had saved them from his rooms and Madam Nu has packed up his armor for him. Obi-Wan asks him to investigate Phindar for them.

Obi-Wan and Jango reveal their mutual attraction.

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C6 Obi-Wan learns about Arla, that she is Kotyc's buir and had been held prisoner by Kyr'stad, where Kotyc has been born. Jango is looking after Kotyc as Arla isn't doing well and the child reminds her of the time with Deathwatch.

Obi-Wan's things arrive, and he is fitted for armor by Goran Chai Mereel.

Arla welcomes Obi-Wan into the family.

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[nerdranttheories]

Watching Two Heroes again reminded me of something I haven’t really seen talked about a lot, but

All Might Keeping Secrets and Self-Isolating Led to His Downfall

Obviously, right? Everyone and their mother’s said this, and it’s clearly meant by the story. But I think David Shield is the best example of this, and I haven’t really seen the Two Heroes movie mentioned when having this conversation. This is my explanation of this movie being the epitome of this idea, and the time where I believe All Might learns from his mistake — even if it’s too late for him to change the course of his narrative.

The movie clearly indicates early on, by All Might himself, that David Shield, his “best friend” and sidekick from his college days has not been informed of One for All, and All Might intends to keep it that way. Deku, ever the audience lens character for the world of My Hero, questions it, to which All Might answers it’s to keep his friend safe.

This is shown to not be the case. In fact, by not telling his friend about One for All, David, someone who is good and concerned about his friend, turns to villainy out of desperation to save him. If All Might had simply told him about how his power works, and that he’s passed the torch on to Deku, then David wouldn’t have had as much need to worry. And this is something that All Might had several opportunities to reveal, even over the course of the movie itself. Most especially when David’s checking Toshinori’s vitals and his quirk levels. (Which, I have no idea how you would even trace something like that, but I digress.)

Then, to add salt to the wound, All for One targets David regardless of his knowledge of One for All. Just his connection to All Might as a former sidekick was enough to put him in the line of fire. All Might’s secret-keeping didn’t protect him from anything, and instead turned an already bad situation worse. In the end, presumably David Shield is put away in prison, because when we see Iron Might in the manga, only Melissa is pictured, not her father, and if David had been available I refuse to believe that he wouldn’t have had a hand in the suit’s creation. All Might’s time limit in his muscle form is also shortened once again.

Ultimately I believe this specific situation is what led to him eventually urging Deku to not make the same mistake he did, in not telling anyone about One for All.

Also, the specificity of Wolfram being drawn this way after being defeated, gaunt and steaming, paralleling someone else we all know and love, felt very intentional. I don’t have more to say about it at the moment, I just thought it was interesting and that I’d point it out.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

reader's mom is right 🥲 are we ever going to get the proposal scene? 🥺

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When your mother told you, more than a year ago now, that you better marry Joe, you knew it was never really a joke. You knew that you would marry Joe. The thing is that there hadn’t been a rush. Joe had football. You had your own life that was turning rightside up again--the campaigns to plan and film. Yet it is rather undeniable that Joe is it for you. There’s no one else you want to complain about Storm getting all your attention--even if those complaints come from Joe with his face pressed into the crease of your armpit and chest, one leg thrown over your waist, the rest of Joe resting half on you half supported by the couch cushions, pinned between you and the couch where Joe slotted himself after his return back home from his networking party-the SOS dead social battery text message coming promptly two hours into the event start- that you opted out of because of a paper for class, Storm nestled, at the top of Joe’s head. Thus leaving Storm to curl up into your neck and Joe’s head pressed into your breast bone. Your laptop long discarded to the coffee table by the time the complaints rumbled up Joe’s chest. 

You don’t want anyone else to find face first on the carpeted bedroom floor with Storm walking up their back, unless it’s Joe--who claimed it was just a massage, but confessed later that night that Storm refused his inhaler for a solid ten minutes and Joe just gave up for a little bit and let Storm win the battle, but not the war. In the end, Storm did get the inhaler. It took coaxing Storm into a false sense of security by Joe spraying a little bit of your fragrance onto his t-shirt to lure Storm into his arms. 

You don’t want anyone else but Joe. But there’s just been time in the corner. Time to think about it, time to spend on building up your own dreams with Joe in your corner. Time as you cheer on the sidelines for Joe. But since the date to listen to the jazz band, time seems to be shortening on the imagined future. 

Joe still presents it’s still far away, like it’ll be something in the next few months or so, maybe in the new year. But maybe your first mistake is not questioning when Joe presses you about what kind of ring you want, when he sits you down one evening and goes through all the stone options, carat sizes, if you want gold or not. But Joe’s the guy that loves a plan, he likes the minute details. 

And your second mistake is when you run into Aryanna outside of one of your favorite local coffee shops--someone who lives in Ohio, but lives a few hours away from Cincinnatti. Her presence makes you laugh though as you embrace her. “What are you doing here?” you asks. 

“Conference,” she returns, and it’s not that much of a shock considering she is constantly travel. 

“Oh, I didn’t even hear about one being in town. You look good girl,” you compliment, taking in the form fitting floral dress. It’s a little too much maybe for a medical conference, but it still looks good. You ask for a twirl with a simple spin of your finger and she laughs but obliges. “Okay, floral!”

“Had to do it for the one time.”

“Did you hear about Kimberly and her husband being in town too?” you asks. It’s not lost on you that Joe’s still hovering behind you, his palm pressed into yours, fingers laced together. “She said that she was visiting family.”

Aryanna shakes her head. Her eyes flicker for just a second, just a moment and you take it as her trying to recount if she’d heard about the news or not. “No, she didn’t mention anything like that to me.”

“It’s almost like a reunion. Just need Jeremiah,” you laugh. “How long are you in town for? We should catch up.”

“I leave tomorrow afternoon. Will you be free in the morning?”

You turn back to Joe, recalling the brunch plans you made with him. “Could we add a third, hon? I know it was originally just us for brunch, but it’s literally been years since I’ve seen Aryanna.”

“That’s fine, baby,” he grins from behind the blue sunshades. “It’ll be nice, get those embarrassing stories you probably kept hidden from me from your college party days.”

“Oh, hush,” you laugh, squeezing at his hand. “Would 10 work for you?” You rattle off the name of the restaurant in addition to the time. 

“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.” Aryanna pulls out her phone to add the reminder and you two embrace quickly before parting ways.

 You turn back to Joe and he holds open the door to the coffee shop. “I still cannot believe they’re both here. What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, funny how the world all works sometimes.” 

Your third mistake comes when you spy the Zoo coming into your vision. The pieces--the minute details--don’t feel so far-fetched anymore. Your cup of tea is still warm, still cupped in your hands. You look down at the cream top you’re dawned in--the same one from your first date with Joe. Kimberly and Aryanna being in town. Joe’s insistence that you style him for the day--in the black zippered sweater and a pair of relaxed fit black pants. 

“Joe, there’s no way we’re going to the Zoo dressed like this.” It’s a fact, a mere observation, but your heart’s racing in your chest. You don’t think he could ever really plan just a date to the zoo like this. No possible way. 

“It’s a good thing we’re not.” 

It’s all he says but when you all come into the parking lot, you notice how empty it looks. There’s cars, but not nearly enough for a normal Saturday. Joe carries on, following turns and arrows until you spot the Botanical Garden open up in front of you. There are more cars there--you spot your mother’s car, even though it’s pulled in to hide the custom license plate cover but you know the tags on her car anywhere. 

And it all feels like a coincidence until Joe pulls into a space and you know, you know deep in your bones that it’s not just a random Saturday outing anymore. “Joe,” you whisper out, your chest tight now. 

He pulls the shades from his face, the ice blue of his eyes, pining you to the seat. “I only get one shot at this, so I had to do it right. Don’t touch your door.”

But you’d give Joe as many shots as he needed, you’d do this over and over for him just so he could get it right. You listen, keeping your hands off the door and when Joe cracks open the door, you’re slow to crawl out. “Is this real?”

“Does it feel real?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure my legs are working.”

“Well, you are standing by yourself, so they do seem to be working, baby.”

The entrance to the garden holds a sign, a delicate white banner with gold accented lettering, A Look Back At 12 Years.  You don’t know how much breath you can hold, how much gasping you can do, but if this initial sign is any indication, you are in for a new record. Joe’s steady beside you as the two of you start on the white arrowed path. Your journey starts with pictures of you and Joe from that freshman year of meeting in Ohio State--selfies that are much too grainy for a proposal, too embarrassing to look at, yet they exist here in front of you and solely on a phone screen. You two carry on throughout the shared years--freshman, sophomore, and junior-- until you reach another banner.  

Like all good stories, there’s twists and turns. 

You tug at Joe’s hand. “Not that many twists and turns.”

He snorts. “I don’t know when I left for LSU, I thought my chances were gone.”

The two of you continue on. The pictures that are littered through the gardens are now about the individual paths you two took--pictures of you and your friends in your senior year, pictures of you and your mother as you move into your old apartment. There are pictures of Joe at LSU, with friends, you see hints of Ja’Marr in there, not a lot, just enough. Interspersed are pieces of the letters that you two shared--You deserve to be seen, Joe, you wrote to him, after you’re sure you said it many times. You deserve it all. 

You’d been referencing all the accolades, the desire to make it big, knowing he’d been working hard to make those dreams come true. It wasn’t just an opportunity that fell into his lap. It was a journey Joe put blood, sweat, and tears into. But it’s clear as you two round the next corner that to Joe, the phrase meant so much more.

All I wanted was you.

Pictures from the last two and a half years are scattered about, a few selfies from the early days of dating, the picture of Joe celebrating on the ledge from the AFC championships with you and him tightly wound around each other and the subsequent SuperBowl win, Joe lifting you off the ground in your shared embrace as the orange, black, and white confetti falls. There are pictures more candidly taken, of Joe and Storm, you and Storm, pictures of you and Joe. Pictures from the D&D campaigns you ran for the Bengals, a collection of memories seemingly only brought possible by the throws of the universe, the timing and chaos that only the cosmos can create. 

But there’s still something missing… reads the last banner. 

You two have reached the midway point of the gardens. There’s much more left in the journey. More that you can’t see right now. “Talk about a metaphor,” you quip. Your voice is shaky as you pause at Joe’s cue. Your eyes are swimming in tears, you can feel them slipping down your cheeks. You want to say yes immediately, have the word burning your tongue. But it’ll eat him alive if he doesn't get it right. 

Joe clears his throat. “I thought this part would be easier,” he laughs. 

“Join the club. Apparently we have meetings on Saturdays,” you tease. 

Your name falls softly from his lips. Joe holds both your hands as he speaks. “The last 2 and a half years have been nothing short of amazing. They’re everything I could’ve dreamt of and so much more. Watching you grow has been the best part of my life lately. Better than any game, or any win. I have loved every second of having you in my life--from ten years as just bumbling teenagers too unsure of themselves, too immature to know how to navigate life, to getting to live life right next to you. To go from helping you navigate the challenges of your life, to watching you start building the foundations of your biggest dreams, it’s been an incredible honor to witness that. To support you. To be your cheerleader.”

You squeeze at his hands, want to tell him yes. God, you want to tell him yes. Know what he’s going to ask. It’s beating at your teeth. But you can only smile, only look at Joe with the tears in your eyes as he speaks. 

Joe continues on, “I’m so grateful for your support, to have you in my corner so I can talk football to you like you’ll understand a fraction of it, to laugh with you, to have you as the person that I always want to strive to be better for, to communicate better with and not at. I want to be a team with you forever. Want to see what the next twelve years can bring us and the next twelve after that, and the next twelve, until there’s nothing but the memories of us. If you’ll have me. Will you do me the honor of being my spouse?”

The easiest thing you’ve ever had to say, “Yes” to. Maybe second only to the speed at which you will say, “I do.”

But for today, here, in the Botanical gardens of the Cincinnati Zoo, surrounded in a sea of florals and greens, Joe’s steel blue eyes as your anchor point, you nod because there’s only one word to say today. “Yes,” you laugh. “Yes, yes, yes, and yes again.”

The band is gold, the top twisted just a little like a vine, but it is utterly perfect as Joe slips it onto your left ring finger. His shoulders shake as you two embrace, the kiss sweet and salty. You don’t call it panic, not an anxiety about something, but a release. Can feel the way his body exhales, all sinew and muscle easing down from the flexed position. “Thank you,” he whispers against your lips. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Your parents, Robin, and Jimmy, Joe’s brothers, Kimberly and her husband, Jeremiah, Aryanna, Ja’Marr, and Tee, a few of Joe’s old high school friends, as well as folks you don’t immediately place but can tell by the cameras they are meant to be there, slip out, peering out from behind corners with cheers. 

“I’m still not sure if it’s real,” you whisper against Joe’s cheek, taking in your family celebrating you and Joe. 

But what you really want to say is that you can’t believe Joe’s real. That this love is real, that somehow, some way it’s all really worked out, even when it felt like everything else was crumbling or could crumble at a moment’s notice, he stayed steady. He’d been the buoy in the open ocean for you. 

You don’t ever want to let him go. 

Could never dream of doing life without Joe. You just don’t want to turn around and walk out to not have the ring on your fingers, to have not actually said yes, to not have been asked. 

“It’s real. And if you don’t believe me right now, which even I find hard to believe in myself that you said yes, we’ll know for sure tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“Because if we both wake up and that ring’s there still on your finger, then there’s no way it’s not real. And because there’s a celebratory dinner tonight, there's definitely no way all fifteen of us hallucinated the same scenario.”

And when you wake, sliding a hand over Joe’s chest, the thin gold band twisted line vines still dazzles in the morning sunrise. 

[babybearnation]

Hi Bear! Since I love your writing so much I definitely had to drop this ask for the recent event. How about George and Alex baking with reader? Like a funny, loving date at home? Hope that’s okay with you :)

hello! i love this idea bcuz i fkn love galex! also ngl, got a tiny bit confused on if you meant separately or together so. i did both. :D

baking date with gn!reader

george russell:

you'd proposed the idea after realising you had some scheduling conflicts between baking for a party that was due soon and a long-awaited date with your beloved boyfriend, george

george had been on board instantly, paying for and bringing over any groceries you needed and helping you set everything up

you two work together so well that very little mess is made and you insist that the sweet treats you make ended up tasting much nicer with george's help

george is a gentlemen so he won't even let you do the dishes - he insists that you sit down and relax and let him clean everything up

you made sure to made extras so you and george had something to snack on after all the baking and you two curl up together with the snacks and a nice drink

george definitely suggests the two of you do it again because he found it so fun and enjoyable and you feel inclined to agree

alex albon:

it was raining awfully so you and alex had no choice but to cancel your picnic date but luckily, alex had an alternative and promised to be over soon, not telling you what his plan was

when you realise alex had set up a baking date, you perked up at the idea, having very well-honed baking skills that you were always willing to put to good use

the date goes very well but it doesn't go cleanly at all - alex makes so much mess that you're almost positive he's doing it on purpose, but he swears he isn't

to make up for it, alex will offer to do the dishes, but you better be on standby to put them all away because he has No Clue where your dishes go, especially not the baking equipment

insists that you split the snacks evenly but when you do, he puts some of his half aside to give to george & lando when he sees them the next day

wants to do it again but you completely refuse - alex may have done the dishes but the rest of your kitchen is still trashed and he's laughing too much to help you

galex:

it was a random idea you'd gotten after hearing a friend talk about it and you figured that surely it would be fun and not too chaotic if you and your two boyfriends did it together

alex and george had agreed almost instantly but you didn't realise the mistake you were making until it was far too late

the day comes and george and alex arrive and immediately, things go to shit - whilst trying to work with the flour, alex blows a puff of it at george and george lobs a whole handful back

this whole food fight continues on until you give up on attempting to bake and join in, creating a much bigger mess of your kitchen than you'd anticipated you'd make

when they realise that, in fact, no baking actually got done, george and alex feel bad and to make up for it, they offer to do the dishes and clean up your kitchen for you but you contributed so you decide to help

alex washes the dishes, george dries them, you put them away and then the three of you work together to fix up the remaining messes of the kitchen

it takes forever and to make it worse, your ingredient supply is now shortened with nothing to show for it and you have no sweet treats to eat to regain some energy

george decides to order dinner for the three of you as an apology and alex orders some sweets for you to share as well

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Gabe/Stephen; a low-key occasion (pt I)

For the prompt: Stephen Petersen, Bridezilla

It quickly became quite clear that this prompt would refuse to settle into a one-parter, so here is the first of at least two. Next one should come within the week.

“I don’t know what they’re talking about,” Stephen says

It isn’t always a bad sign when Stephen starts right in the middle of a conversation he neglected to invite Gabe to — sometimes Stephen genuinely forgets that ‘I should tell Gabe’ isn’t the same as ‘I have told Gabe’. But lately? Lately it’s been a very bad sign indeed.

But then, everything’s a bad sign lately. Stephen says ‘good morning’? Bad sign. Stephen doesn’t say ‘good morning’? Bad sign. Stephen shortens it to ‘morning’? Absolutely terrible sign.

It’s only been getting worse as the wedding date approaches. Gabe thought they’d be above stressing over their wedding, but in hindsight, he’s not sure why. Stephen stresses about everything, and special occasions are no exception. If anything, they’re the exemplar.

“I don’t know what they’re talking about either,” Gabe says, since Stephen’s giving him an expectant look.

Stephen squints. “You don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“No idea,” Gabe says. “You forgot to tell me.”

Stephen huffs.

“Who are they, and what are they talking about?” Gabe says. “I know you said you don’t know, but you sort of said it in a way that implies you do know, you just think that they’re—“

“Full of shit?” Stephen says.

That one, yes.

“You still haven’t told me who ‘they’ is referring to,” Gabe tells him.

Gabe knows Stephen’s trying to get him to agree, but he refuses to do that until he knows who Stephen’s talking about. What if he’s talking about his parents? Or Gabe’s? Gabe is way too big a mama’s boy to ever say his mother is full of shit. And if he did, he’s positive his mom would know. Even if he and Stephen never mentioned it again, even to each other: she’d know.

Stephen huffs at him again. “Them,” he says, gesturing expansively around the room, though Gabe doesn’t think he’s talking about their living room furniture. “Everyone.”

“Okay,” Gabe says. He thinks if he asks what everyone’s saying he’ll get a third huff, and if he gets a third huff, he’s probably going to start agreeing with ‘them’ just on principle, because, whatever it is that 'they' said, Stephen probably deserved it.

“Do you know what Jared called me today?” Stephen says.

Ah. Math. Gabe should have known it was Math, because he manages to get under Stephen’s skin like no one else. Stephen’s sole consolation is that it’s mutual.

Unfortunately, that’s the opposite of consolation for Gabe, who has to listen to both of them bitching about each other afterwards. Well, Dima often has to hear both sides of the bitching too, but he enjoys it.

“Something mean?” Gabe ventures.

“He called me high-maintenance,” Stephen says.

Gabe presses his lips together.

“Him,” Stephen says. “Jared Matheson. Who does not drink beer because he thinks it’s ‘yucky’.”

“You’re not the biggest fan of beer yourself,” Gabe says. He thinks Jared would take umbrage to the ‘yucky’ bit, claim he was too mature for to ever use that word, but he also saw Math’s face when he accidentally took a sip of Bryce’s beer, and ‘this is yucky’ is a pretty good description of the expression he made.

“But I drink it,” Stephen says. “Do you know why?”

Gabe knows exactly what he’ll say the reason is, and he refuses to participate on principle.

“Because I’m not high-maintenance,” Stephen says.

See? He doesn’t need Gabe for this at all. Doesn’t need him for conversations, or wedding planning, or —

“Can you believe that?” Stephen says, then gives Gabe a look that tells him it isn’t a rhetorical question.

Gabe makes a noise. It could be taken as support, if Stephen would like to take it that way. Commiseration, even. But it isn’t.

Because yes. Gabe can believe that.

In fact, messenger aside — no one who has ever met Jared Matheson would describe him as low-maintenance, except probably him, and maybe Bryce if he’s feeling particularly blinded by adoration that day — Gabe can’t do anything but agree.

[wolfiesmoon]

The wrong guy

teacher!Nanami x teacher!reader

so i started watching the kdrama "a good day to be a dog" recently and the ml makes me think of nanami so much it's not even funny. this fic is based on the plot!!

Warnings: drinking (but its wholesome dw), gojo

It's been about 5 months since your last breakup. You didn't really care for that ex, if you're honest. He immediately dumped you after you told him that kissing is off the table.

You could say that you are a bit unlucky when it comes to relationships and that's mostly because of that dastardly curse.

For as long as you can remember, your mom has been warning you to never ever let someone kiss you and to never kiss anyone, ever.

Otherwise you would end up like your cousin, doomed to live as a dog for the rest of his now shortened life.

It's his fault he got drunk and kissed a random girl, couldn't track her down in 100 days and didn't break the curse. But it was a pretty scary reminder of your family's curse.

Life moves on without waiting for you and there's no time to worry about your unfortunate love life in this society.

Today is another completely normal day at work. You walk to the school, greeting students along the way. The kids look awfully excited to go to school when it isn't exam season.

Youth must be fun. Especially sneaking around with your high school sweetheart.

While walking to your classroom, you run into your favourite co-worker, Gojo Satoru.

"Good morning!" He greets you smoothly, flashing you that perfect smile of his. You greet him back, always excited to see him.

"Are you free tonight? Because me and some other teachers are going drinking. Wanna come?" He asked you, and you nodded immediately. Of course you're going drinking with Gojo (and company). You could never refuse!

"Great! I'll send you the adress!" He waved you bye with a cheeky smile, going in his classroom to do homeroom.

Oh, right, you should probably be getting to that too. You can't set a bad example for your class by being late to homeroom.

You walk past the classroom where Nanami teaches and you have no idea why, but you stopped in your tracks to look at him a little.

You're not sure why, but he doesn't seem to like you at all. He always seems a bit distant and uncomfortable around you.

It kind of makes you sad. And it doesn't help at all that you constantly have to read notes about how hot he is after you confiscate them from your students.

What is up with this school and attractive teachers, anyways? Your students just barely got over Gojo and now they're thirsting over Nanami. Not that you can blame them.

You continue on, opening the door to your classroom. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, teacher!" The students shout back.

.

When you get to the meeting spot, Shoko is already waiting there. She greets you calmly.

"Hi. Uhhh..." you don't know where to go from here. It's kind of awkward just standing around and waiting for the others to arrive.

"You like Satoru, don't you?" Shoko asks suddenly, smiling at you.

"Huh?! How did you know?!"

"It's... obvious. But today's your chance. He's in a good mood when he gets drunk, you could attempt something." Shoko raised her brows.

Well, there isn't much to attempt if you can't kiss. Will a kiss-less confession work?

"Hello~" Gojo interrupted you just as you were about to answer Shoko and you jumped a little in surprise.

Nanami was standing next to him. Oh, so he invited him, too... You have a feeling this is going to get a little awkward.

While the lot of you headed to the bar, Shoko walked next to Gojo, talking to him about various things you didn't really care about.

That meant you were walking next to Nanami... in painfully awkward silence. Yikes.

"How was your day?" You asked with a painfully forced smile.

"It was fine." He answered simply, not even trying to continue the conversation. Right, you should just be quiet.

There's no use in getting buddy buddy with Nanami.

.

"Let's dig in!" Gojo grabbed the meat happily while Shoko and Nanami both immediately grabbed the bottle.

Eager to drink, aren't they...

Shoko nudged you gently. "Just wait till he gets drunk and then go in for the kiss. He likes them bold." She whispered.

You smiled and nodded awkwardly, unable to tell her why that's impossible for you.

You had loads of fun from there on out and all of you got atleast a little drunk. Turns out Shoko is more of a party animal than she lets on. Maybe you were wrong, this little get-together isn't awkward at all!

"I need some air, excuse me." Nanami bowed slightly, getting up and walking outside. Still as monotone and polite as ever when drunk, you suppose.

After about 10 minutes, Gojo's phone rang and he drunkenly excused himself to answer the call. If you weren't drunk as hell too, you would be worried about how the call will go. I mean, I doubt a professional call can go well when the other person keeps giggling and talking nonsense.

"Just goooo for itttt~" Shoko encouraged you after Gojo left your fields of vision, drunk out of her mind. To be fair, you weren't any less drunk right now, so you weren't thinking straight at all. You got up and ran off after Gojo. Who cares about a stupid phone call, you've got a man to kiss!

And there he is, on the corner behind the bar! You'd recognise that greyish blue jacket from a mile away! You cling onto him, giggling happily and he seems to call out to you.

"I love youuuu...." you slurred out, squinting your eyes at his face. Man, it's hard to see his face in the dark and with blurry vision to boot. No matter, you still know the general area of the lips.

"I wanna date youuuu.... and you should be my boyfriendddd..." you grabbed his cheeks and faintly heard his voice again. You can't make out anything he's saying right now. It's like a weird trance that your drunken determination put you in.

You pressed your lips to his, sighing. It's a weird feeling for sure, but not all that bad! Ahhh, this all feels like a dream! After a long long time, you finally got to kiss someone. And it's Gojo Satoru no less!

"What the f.... Nanamin?!"

Wait.

A shiver ran all the way from your toes to the top of your head. You looked at the direction of the voice. It's.... Gojo?! That's definitely Gojo, standing to your right and looking really surprised. But, then...

You looked back at the person who's cheeks you're currently holding to find... brown eyes staring at you. No way.

Now that you think about it, both Gojo and Nanami are wearing a greyish blue jacket. Oh no... Oh no no no no.

You sobered up almost instantly which was an out of body experience, one that you've never experienced before. Not only did you kiss the wrong guy in your drunken state, the curse also completely slipped your mind. Is it almost midnight already?! How are you going to explain this tommorow?! Why did it have to be Nanami?!

There's no time to panic, you have to get OUT OF HERE. STAT.

"I am so so so sorry!" you gently push Nanami away, running off and accidentally pushing Gojo slightly which made him stumble.

"Wait, why are you leaving already?!" Gojo called out after you but you ignored him. You have to get home to your family. Then you're safe. All you have to do is make it there before midnight or you'll turn into a dog.

Oh jeez... this innocent night which was supposed to go your way ended up becoming a nightmare.

Now you have to get Nanami of all people to kiss you while you're a freaking dog.

Still, kissing him didn't feel all that bad...

[the-chronology-of-cyset-yuan]

Introductions and Information

( 4:04 pm)

Good afternoon, This blog is to recount and organise experiences, studies, thoughts and much else. A short introduction; Cyset Yuan, He / They pronouns only. I am deeply interested in etymology and language in general, so do not hesitate to contact me with questions. Do know I will not answer anything stupid as I have better uses of my time.

The only notable names to be aware of are that of my friends who will be referred to as Poppy (she/her) and Chae (he/him) respectively.*

*This blog is ran exclusively by myself, I am willing to answer questions about them, but keep in mind that I am the only person running this account.

I studied English Literature, Latin, Roman and Greek history, Biology and Chemistry among other subjects, so do ask about those too.

Do not refer to me using 'nicknames' of any sort. I will not waste my time on people who refuse to acknowledge the importance of names. Thank you for your time.

( 4:14 pm)

Out of character underneath the cut

Hello~ @ineedapeachicedtea here, more known as the mod of @imogen-eye . Another TMA oc~

Here's my other silly. He's not affiliated with Immi, Imogen or the director at all, but you can tell him about them? If you'd like?

Important lore (please read this to understand him before interacting)

Cyset is technically dead, After spending with his friends (mentioned above); he was attacked when heading to his apartment, his right eye was removed and his neck significantly injured, However, he did not fully die, instead becoming an avatar of the end :)!!! This blog is him being... a bit delusional. He died when 17, but is now in his mid 20's. Both of his friends have completely different lives, mostly moving on from their friends death and drifting apart as it was so long ago. He cannot accept this, and thus this blog is a lot of him just.. pretending. people who are aware of the fears / the supernaturals existence will be able to notice his existence, but to most regular people he's sort of a sense of Deja vu and they likely won't remember seeing him or any encounters with him. Sort of blending into the background :D

he's very fixated on time. Always wearing a golden pocket watch around his neck ( the one in the banner) and obsessively writing times and intervals in a small notebook he carries. Along with this he's fixated on the numbers 4 and 14, so those will come up a lot!- His mother is Chinese and so there's going to be some details of Chinese death superstitions ( 4, 14, clocks ect)

His parents are very wealthy and job focused, so they did not care for him much as a child, and once he turned 16- gave him a credit card and let him buy an apartment and said "do whatever as long as you don't talk to us" - He was absolutely fine with this.

He spends most of his time collecting books, clocks, objects and that kind of thing.

he's a bit of a smartass so he may be a twat- also. The name thing. He hates nicknames. Nothing against someone changing their names (obviously) just don't shorten it.

He's Ftm and Gay :D, Im open to rping Romance but he probably won't immediately show interest!!! Magic anons are fine within reason and all.

I'll write more (because I have a lot more) soon~ feel free to ask me any questions !!! Just clarify if they're for mod or not :D

thank you, Im happy with all interactions ^_^