#I could really care less if you hate his character or if you hate flower husbands just please talk shit about someone else dear god

[mooblesandsoups]

I think what really upset me of being a c!Scott enjoyer on tumblr (the place known for c!Scott hate for some reason idk) isn't the hate itself (some people do gives valid criticisms. Many I also disagree with but valid nonetheless) it is the fact that I never see this type of criticism for any other life series character besides Scott. It's always "This is why Jimmy is so reckless in the life series" or "This is why The red king wasn't truly evil in 3rd life" but never any hate like the amount c!Scott gets. (Which is another issue but that's not relevant)

Come on tumblr it's not all black in white here!!

Let's talk about Jimmy's reckless behavior and how it does much more harm than good. Let's talk about Joel with his uncontrollable anger issues that only leads to the death of himself and others he cares about. LET'S TALK ABOUT PEARLS UNHEALTHY OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR TOWARDS HER ALLIANCES!!

Let's really get in there and dissect all of these characters like they're pigs and frogs in a science class!

[luffypedia]

one piece characters reactions to having a tatted-up s/o & what tattoos they would get

— including: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace

luffy

— probably would not notice for a while, but when he does, he is ENAMOURED

— absolutely adores your tattoos, and loves to hear you talk about them

— “what does this one mean? did it hurt? it’s so cool!”

— has never really thought about getting a tattoo for himself, but seeing you has tempted him

— “what if i got a massive jolly roger on my forehead?”

— you would definitely have to talk him out of some crazy tattoo ideas, but he would probably settle with getting a small x on his forearm, in honour of the crew.

zoro

— also really likes your tattoos, and is also one to appreciate the precision of the drawings on your body

— thinks they are unique and it makes him even more attracted to you than he thought was possible

— DEFINITELY TRACES YOUR TATTOOS WITH HIS FINGERS

— similarly to luffy, he would also take genuine interest in your tattoos

— “this one’s beautiful. how long did it take?”

— personally, i don’t think he would care enough to get a tattoo and probably still wouldn’t think about getting tattoos by himself, but could easily be tempted by you to get one

— would probably settle for a small tattoo of his three precious swords!

sanji

— he noticed that you had tattoos when he first laid eyes on you, and it definitely increased his attraction to you.

— notices every small dot of ink in your tattoos, and definitely appreciates the artistry behind them

— he thinks everything to do with you is a piece of art so your tattoos are nothing less than a masterpiece!

— “hmm.. what if i got a tattoo of your face across my back? that would be so splendid, don’t cha think?”

— WOULD get a tattoo of your name on his forearm and wouldn’t even think twice about it

— it would definitely be written in the most curly cursive handwriting ever in pink with hearts surrounding it

— “what do you think? it’s almost as beautiful as you, my dear!”

— you have no words.

law

— is the most appreciative of your tattoos out of all of these guys i think

— since he has tattoos himself, he understands the pain and the beauty of them

— “this one must’ve hurt a lot. it’s gorgeous.”

— would be pretty open to getting a matching tattoo with you because he would hate having the pressure of being your first tattoo, so he would be a lot more chill with it knowing that you already have multiple.

— “what do you think about this little heart? i think it would be perfect for the both of us!”

— is very enthusiastic and hands-on in picking out your matching tattoos

— i think he’d like to tattoo something symbolic and small, like the first bouquet of flowers he ever got you on his wrist, and on yours too

ace

— joint first with law for most appreciative about your tattoos

— adores your tattoos and seeing you has definitely encouraged him to get some more!

— “this one’s gorgeous babe. i want it too!”

— will give you a yes to any tattoo ideas you propose to him immediately, without any second thought

— one time you jokingly suggested he should tattoo your face on his pecs and the way he said “yes!” so seriously made you take a mental note to never suggest any tattoo ideas to ace because he will do them

— on a more serious note, he would genuinely love to get a matching tattoo with you or even just a tattoo which symbolises you on himself

— i can see him getting your birthday in roman numerals emblazoned in his chest. it would be very pretty and you would definitely go crazy over it!

© luffypedia 2023

[christinebloodwrittings]

Dream a little dream of me.

Request: I had an idea for you to accept yourself and feel comfortable doing so, of course! 💕

Well, what if the reader was a human from an alternate universe who fell into the world of Hazbin... And the reader has a secret, that she can use magic, but refuses to use her unique magic, until the day of war. .. The reader hates wars and seeing her friends getting hurt, so use her unique magic, where she summons magical flowers that cause drowsiness, and with that, making everyone in hell and the angels sleep peacefully and as a bonus, healing everyone who are suffering while they sleep (The reader's plan is to make everyone sleep until the extermination time ends, so that no one gets hurt or dies)... And in their dreams, people would be living their greatest desires and dreams come true, having and discovering what they really want, even if they refuse to admit it when they're awake...

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader Summary: A decision made in between desperation and love, to protect everyone reader makes everyone sleep, while she made sure everyone was taken care of. Warnings: Blood, violence.

(The real ones will acknowledge 2 references) Also I tried, but I simply can't write yandere characters XD it came out cringy.

You felt a slight distant feeling in the spirits surrounding the hotel. A battle was coming, not quite a war, but no less deadly. You sat in the windowsill, watching the red city thrive with life and evil, unaware of the affairs dealt within the hotel’s walls.

Sorrow was not an emotion you would attach to a situation quite like that one, but thinking in all the princess has done for you, and how open minded she was of your condition and your posture against violence, you couldn’t help to feel a great deal of sadness, contemplating an untimely death for everyone inside.

“Y/n, I know you had told me before, but would you please consider changing your mind?” earlier, the princess pleaded, her hand caressing your arm. Your dexterous ability with magic was clear to her, so she tried to bend your arm – figuratively – to get you to join the battle.

“I’m sorry princess, I cannot” you watched the sadness wash over her eyes. Her girlfriend offered some reassurance after she walked away from you, not wishing to press the matter onto you any further.

“What was it like, in your dimension?” Husk asked, not looking up from the glass he was cleaning. “Violent, dark, strict” as if you could describe your birthplace, not quite like a home but a prison, a place that seemed like hell, just with a tad of more fire.

“I dare bet that you used to be an angel, dearest” the radio demon slid onto a barstool, taking the one closest to you. “What makes you say that?” he took your hand off your drink, rising it to his lips, feeling each and every single one of the cold scales on your knuckles against his skin. “There’s not a single demon in hell with your capabilities, specially those to resist the call to freely infringe pain” in another life, maybe, but seeing what your anger could do, you simply couldn’t.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Radio Demon” he made a static sound as he chuckled, finding your cheekiness adorable. “Wasn’t it?” he still held your hand in his, enjoying the ridges on the back of your hand. “In your tongue? No” you made your scales stand in point, prickling one of Alastor’s fingers, which made him wince and hiss.

“I wish you bests of lucks, Alastor. May fortune be on your hand when you slay that ignorant so-called angel” you saluted him as you would do to a soldier or a knight. He watched you go up the stairs, his favorite time of the day was when he could just watch you flee.

The gentle sway of your hips had a vice grasp on his sanity. Your eyes were those of a snake, captivating and mysterious, with the most beautiful color he had ever seen, such combination couldn’t have an earthly name, he once thought. Your skin seemed soft and undamaged, yet it hid millions of little scales that shined subtly with the fire’s light.

If it weren’t for your black crooked horns that made a crown at the height of your temple, and the black bat-wings that you dragged behind on back, you could be mistaken for a divine creation. Alastor knows he made that mistake upon first meeting you.

How easy was for you to make his powers flee him, and a chill to travel up his spine to the tip of his prongs. He not only met arousal for the first time, but also attraction.

You are intelligent, Alastor was aware of that from moment one. That's why he knew that you would never choose a sinner of his level as a life partner, you were made for greatness, for something far out of his reach to become. If his pride didn't get in the way, he would easily kneel at your feet, and make you his, even if he had to beg you for it. But his pride and denial of his own feelings was as big and vast as hell.

But oh, how he loved to see you go. It was a spell itself, the way you took his breath away as you disappeared inside the corridor.

The next day, the battle was freely fought in the front garden of the hotel. In your room you kept the little creatures safe, while you kept yourself safe. But there's only so much a person can take, so much explosion and dismemberment, it made you jump out of your hiding place and take to the field.

“ENOUGH!” you hit the earth with your fist, not breaking it, but your green power made grass grow up from the dry and dead soil of hell. Then, red little flowers bloomed, the spores made everyone who smelled it fall asleep, including Alastor and Adam on the ceiling.

“What is this magic?” Lute remained on the sky, covering her mouth with a cloth. “Poppies, they’re just asleep” you flew to meet her level, she didn’t take that too nicely since she rushed to attack you with her sword, “So you can kill us faster?”, you were quick to avoid her advances.

“Not at all, please pick up your wounded sisters and leave” you gave her the chance, “Why, what makes you believe I will-” you summoned your spear, made of dark magic, and pointed her neck with it.

“If you fall to your blinded nonsense and attack me once more, I will retaliate” you mere poked her crown with the flat blade before making it go away, “If I do you will be the last one to die” the aura surrounding you, made her wings twitch. “Let’s see about that” was what she muttered before launching herself at you.

One of the properties of the sleeping poppies, was that they provide whoever that smell them a pleasing slumber, dreaming with what they desire the most.

For Charlie it was the hotel finally working.

For Vaggie, it was Charlie happily married to her.

For Angel Dust, it was to be free of Valentino’s grasp. Husk shared that exact vision.

Everything was dark. Guided by the smell of humidity and damp earth, Alastor walked blindly, the only sound was his own footsteps and his heart beating in his ears.

He felt short of breath when he heard a second pair of footsteps behind him. He quickly ran, spotting a light between the trees, without knowing why, he followed it. His chest was heaving painfully, and each gulp of air felt like fire down his throat.

When he reached the light, he felt himself fall, and when he opened his eyes Alastor was laying on his back, green grass under him, and a cool refreshing breeze softly moving the tuffs of hair on top of his ears. He hadn’t seen a blue sky in a century, he didn’t even remembered he missed the feeling of the sun on his brow. But he did.

“Earth to Alastor!” he looked to his right, and there you were, “Hey mon cher, penny for your thoughts?” you had a fork on your hand with a strawberry on it. The intimate gesture of you feeding him something seemed surreal, but he neverminded, opened his mouth and relished in the sweetness, even though he wasn’t a fan of sweets.

“It’s a lovely day” he was unsure of what to say, one moment he was with Adam, and in a blink of an eye, you were with him. “It sure is, we haven’t had one like this in a while, huh?” he pressed his hand on your cheek, not believing for a second this fake sense of peace in the air.

“This isn’t real” he whispered for himself, but you caught on his words nonetheless. “Wasn’t trying to convince you otherwise” your voice was so gentle, had you always been like this?, “Then, where are we?” he felt a tug on his face, his smile, he didn’t noticed he wasn’t smiling.

“You tell me, my spell reflects the desires of the person in their dreams, so where are we?”  he didn’t recognized the place, It could well have been some postcard image, he liked to see them on the way to the studio, but he wasn't sure.

“On a hill…wait a dream, what about the battle?” what about his body? Although, everything was so idyllic, but in no way did he, after being killed in battle, ascend to heaven. It didn't even cross his mind.

“I’m taking care of everyone as we speak, I’ll be done in a minute” Outside, you were flying over the battlefield, while looking for a way to immobilize Lute without killing her, she made it hard to do so by moving a lot, and attacking you.

Alastor sensed your eyes and your mind were far away, given the stare into nothingness you had. “We lost?” he startled you, so you gave him a rushed answer, entering a separate state of mind connected to his dream.

“No” he was confused, why would you put everyone to sleep after denying the use of your powers? What was the reason of the change of heart?. “Then?” he tried searching in your face, any sign of anything, his ego was dying to know if he managed to kill the winged-wretch of Adam.  

“I heard all the screaming, then…your voice, I just couldn’t anymore” You couldn't handle the thought of losing more people, and dammed as he could be, you had taking a liking over the radio demon’s antiques and old personality.

Your face contorted into a grimace of pain, all of a sudden Lute had attempted to plunge her blade into you, but failed only by a few inches, making a piercing wound on your torso nonetheless, but not in the way she wanted.

“What is going on?” The cuts, given Lute’s advances, were starting to reflect on your skin, staining your white sundress. “I got distracted, is all” you did your best to disregard your situation, making a cover that soon was shattered by another whimper of pain on your part.

Your handle on the situation grew weaker by the minute, until one of her movements graced your wing, forcing you to land forcefully on the Hotel’s ceiling. “I'm going to take advantage of your curse, and when I'm done killing everyone here, I'll come for you” she laughed with a sinister tone.

There was so much hatred in the heart of that angel, it surprised you, you even wondered if he shared the sky in your world with this one, and I hope that's not the case. You were surprised at how cruel a divine being could be.

A ravenous roar echoed through the air; you were immediately held by a huge hand with enormous claws. You looked down in search of Alastor, who had been asleep for a while in a bed made of poppies, but he was not there, and in his place was the beast with red hair, huge jaws, and eyes like...radio dials.

“Holy fucking hell, Alastor!?” the beast took one look at you before pressing you near his wounded chest, as if he was trying to shield you. Lute had to fly backwards, because of Alastor and also because Lucifer made it to the scene.

Seeing his daughter on the ground made him think the worse and he took it on not-so-poor Lute, killing her after a lot of punches. “Ah, sir?” the king of hell took a side look at you, his blood pumping with raw anger, “It’s a sleeping spell, she’s asleep” as if nothing happened, Lucifer’s mood shifted like a light switch, “Could you undo it?” his tone was a bit too stern despite his much better mood, which caused Alastor to growl in warning.

“Relax Albert, I’m not gonna hurt your girl” due to Lucifer's inappropriate insinuating gesture, Alastor tried to crush him with his free hand, failing due to the obvious advantages of the fallen angel, but he still received the message.

After waking everyone up, kicking Adam's ass back to heaven, and a quick remodel of the Hotel, everyone was able to return to their respective rooms to tend to their injuries. Alastor was the first to move towards his room, with you still in his hand.

Still in his large, demonic appearance he entered the room. You didn't remember him having a bed the last time you saw his room, and yet there was one, with red satin sheets, in which he was kind enough to gently place you on.

“Alastor, are you alright?” His size became more normal as he walked to the bathroom, as he did so his fur also began to dissipate, and if it hadn't been for his adorable little tail, you would’ve seen his full naked ass on his way to hide in the bathroom.

“Is your wing alright?” he asked, out of breath and seemingly upset, but it was hard to know from your distance. “I asked first” a robe few from the closet to the bathroom, then Alastor walked back into the room.

“I’m fine, your turn” you knew damn sure he was not okay, but you weren’t going to press the matter, yet. “It’s not bleeding anymore” you showed him the cut on your extended wing, his eye twitched then proceeded to ask, “And your body?” given the extensive cuts on your cheek, arms and legs.

“Alastor what the hell happened back there? I appreciate you getting defensive, it was a bit attractive, not going to lie- I mean, how the fuck did you woke up?!” It hit you harder than a train when you put two and two together.

"I don't know, I just did" the fact that his dream started out as a nightmare, the scenario similar to how he died, and then there was you. It was unconscious to wake up and transform, but the fact that he took you in his hands and had the intention to protect you was not only visceral but also something that he felt was right.

“That’s impossible” he shook his head at your words, "Listen, in your spell, was it my head making you talk or...were you really there?" He sat in front of you, bandages in hand that he magically made appear, ready to tend to your wounds. "What do you think?" he took your hand, watching your inky black blood coloring your skin, you were an enigma to him.

"I heard you calling me" when you said that, his ears twitched. Your spells are accurate, but people's wishes are not written in stone, they change, grow and are full of life. Alastor was calling to you, whatever that reason was, it was strong, enough to split your subconscious to be with him.

You knew, just by seeing the relief in his eyes upon seeing you, that even without calling you, your image would have been reflected in his dream.

“I…I want you to stay” he brushed up your wing, to put a large band aid on the cut, his face close to yours. “I’m not going anywhere” you whispered close to his lips, “I mean–” you pecked his lips, “I know what you mean, I’m not going anywhere” his hand caressed your cheek, passing your pointy ears and down to your neck.

After a light tug he pressed his lips onto yours.

An electric feeling ran through his body, inside his pants his little tail was wagging because of how happy he finally felt with the truth on the table. To think that his heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of losing you in battle, he simply couldn't have lived with that.

“I will finish this up, you did a great work with my wound by the way” he kissed your cheek, sighing onto your soft skin.

After leaving you to be more of a bandage than a person, Alastor opened his heart to say something he hadn't said since his mother passed away. "Y/n, I think that, more than just a desire, I feel like I can't breathe properly if you're not present. The idea that you could have died yesterday filled me with rage, I couldn't tolerate the image in my head” he took your hands in his, they were shaking.

“I think that I love you, but I also feel that that term falls short, and I’m afraid I don’t understand it very well either, or you for that matter” Alastor hadn't felt this nervous since the first time he auditioned to be the new voice of the radio, and being a man of color, damn he was nervous.

Fun fact, he was less afraid when fighting Adam.

“Well, I have no desire to come back to my home-world, so we have time” a genuine smile painted his face, as he slowly pressed his lips back to yours, “You’re magical” he sighed, taking you into his arms, no matter how much it hurt post-war.

"I don't understand it either, but once I had a dream of you Alastor, similar to this"

"When?"

"Half a century before we met"

"Destined to be, then?"

"Yeah, feels like it"

"You know this means I won't let you go, right?"

"I was counting on that"

[powertaco]

What are your thoughts on WR development overall and your thoughts on WR being developed/made canon in V10?

Ugh I am going to ramble about everything here I can feel it...well you asked for it. I apologize for none of it, and if you all hate me at the end well I don't mind.

Volume 6 and before are pretty much great. They go from kinda at odds to tentative friends, learning to trust, and rely on each other, best friends, pining over one and other and V6 was a loooot of WR for us to feast on.

Afterward I felt like it got sidetracked. There could be various reasons for this (in hindsight I feel like Penny being given a way bigger role so her death could hit harder is to blame for part of this because realistically how long has Ruby known Penny? A month?)

Even if you don't like the ship they're supposed to be canon best friends so I take personal issue with almost all of volume 9.

I think it was sloppy writing that didn't move the story forward, and even though I don't care about Bees I feel like they still got shafted since they basically were forced to confess to move things along, and them doing so made them miss out on the sister/supposed friend and her problems, and only showcased the worst sides of the relationship.

For example Yang let's Ruby scream at Weiss but only moves to do something when Blake gets yelled at. Blake and Ruby still have...less dialogue than Ruby does with Ren I think etc.

Jaune was too present merely because his entire deal took away from Ruby's imo.

I've said it before but frankly Nora falling and learning who she is away from Ren so when she sees him in V10 she's ready for the relationship is far more satisfying to me narratively.

Leave Jaune above ground so he has to deal with the fact that he thinks he failed his friends and they all died and let him learn from that experience instead.

This also doesn't take into account that Jaune's one interesting change in 9 (being old) is taken away via random deaging (although I guess this makes deaging canon and hey young maria this is how dwr can still win! more at 11!)

Generally when characters go through a volume you want some sort of arc for them to go and change through. Weiss gets none of that. Out of all the characters nothing really happens to her, and she doesn't change at all. She's just sad about Atlas. Neat.

There's no time for it just like there's no real time for Ruby.

In Ruby's own words 'gotta help Jaune right?' and they do. Ruby removes herself from the census, which is how its framed, and they stop to...help Jaune.

There are a few moments that are WR'ish in 9. The Nevermore summon, Weiss believing in Ruby, and calling her name first etc, but overall Weiss's main job is to backslide.

I said it before but in the market Neo, the perfect assassin is after Ruby, and they split up. Weiss goes 'gross nosehairs', and ditches her best friend who she already knows by that point is NOT doing well.

This is not Volume 1. This Weiss is not that petty, and she's literally had to manhandle corpses. The fact that she wouldn't stay near her canonical best friend, and leader is asinine, and only happens so she can be alone to meet the smith.

Even if Weiss can't help Ruby fight Neo she's an extra pair of eyes (and Neo doesn't care how crowded it is in the market), and just being there for Ruby can help.

With all that said RWBY is big into symbolism. When WR are together in almost all the side spin off material it means something. Manga Anthologies has them making heart eyes and flirting like every other page. Ice Queendom was a love letter to WhiteRose (precious?). The movies, etc.

When their weapons rest next to each other on screen like the Bees do? It means something. When their flowers break ranks to be near each other (and Weiss's flower is the lily please note)? This means something.

Ruby can stand and jump from missile to missile but has to wrap her arms around Weiss to stay seated?

If Chibi continues it's pattern of predicting things in the main plot then the fact that Weiss is the woodsman in the fairy tale means a loooot as in several versions of that fairy tale the woodsman marries little red after helping her deal with the wolf problem (which varies by the story).

They're the knight and princess for each other. Ruby comes into Weiss's live turns it upside down, and helps her change. Likes her for her genuinely and wants to be her friend at the start. Through this she changes the world for Weiss, and helps her grow, and Weiss in turn helps Ruby be the leader she can be.

But yeah I guess that's just friends things and they should date some guys they've had like a half a dozen lines with instead? I don't get it really.

She and Oscar punch each other in the face, and they talk about strategy. Oscar has a younger kid crush on her, and Ruby is awkward because that's her headmaster in this kids head. Oh right he went in for a hug she ignored. Peak romance.

Jaune and Weiss have almost no interactions, and when he saves her at Haven her response isn't to be like 'omg i love you' it's 'keep doing it i have work to do'. Are they friends now? Sure, but that's about as far as it goes.

It remains that outside of group hugs the only person that's allowed to initiate contact with Weiss almost all the time outside of battle is Ruby.

Ruby knows when she needs help and will guide her away when she needs it, but other people don't' touch Weiss unless she does it first because they know she doesn't like it...except Ruby.

I have tried to look at other relationships for them, and I honestly don't see them as realistic.

Even Penny would need a lot more development to make it work. I get that it's cute and wholesome but they've known each other for again a month, and Penny just defers to Ruby.

Ruby needs a partner and equal not a submissive enabler. That's a relationship you have with a pet, and not a person.

Now if Maria were young and hot that'd be different...

Anyway...

Ruby and Weiss are partners. If they're allowed to have the much needed conversations they never seem to get, ie haven, ever after, Ruby's mom, everything, etc.

Then is it possible? Maybe. If they do go WR I suspect it'll be more hints, and slow ramp up until the final season.

I would expect it either on the eve of the final battle, or literally during it maybe as in Weiss gets feds up with waiting, and decides to do something about it.

More likely at this point is they'll both just end up single with maybe faint hints so fans can imagine what they want for it.

Would I prefer it if it was WR so the team can truly be family? Yes, but I don't even know if we're getting a volume 10 at all to be honest. The fact that it wasn't announced at the last festival, and we get an extended eppy, and then nothing after the last movie?

Not making me feel super confident. I could be wrong though. On many things. Except Young Maria.

[asunnyh]

∿ ░᪶⃗ 🌱៹┊ what's their favorite love language?

cw: fluffy, kinda silly, gn reader

characters: wanderer, heizou, cyno

wanderer ;; physical contact

I swear, give this little brat a hug that lasts a fucking lot.

hear me out: he >> loves << physical contact, but hates to admit it. After you started date, he has showing himself ...clingier? at first, you could only look at your hands shyly grabbed by his, he didn't dare to look at you face almost dumping in a stranger who was just passing by, when you asked out from curiosity, all he said was "You're so dumb you'd definitely lost yourself in this crowd, you should be thankful! besides, I don't want to have to waste our time to look for you" in a higher tone.

( you also notice how he said "our" time, instead of saying his own time, almost like the time he spend by your side is way too precious, but he would never admit it out loud)

by the time you find out he only take your hand in public because he could use that excuse, but always search out for it when you're both just chilling in the couch or doing any casual active, of course, if you make the same mistake than before and asked out, he'd pull it away saying it wasn't intentional.

If you enjoy minimum physical contact, be sure he will do it for as much as he can. but if you also love physical contact, that's way more interesting to him, specially if you are the one who starts hugs. he will complain a lot, mumbling how clingy you are, but not letting you go after he got what he wanted.

After the first hug he will try to get more, leaving "hints" of it... which consist mostly him protest you don't give him enough attention, not as much as he deserve as a superior being and all. if you do get the "hint" and hug him, he gets easily comfy into it, but still sharp saying you took too long.

if you don't (or just want to tease him, which I don't judge) he will pout in a fake-angry expression. the first time it happened you could only laugh, finally giving him the hug.

just be sure to have the acknowledge he won't let you go so quickly, don't matter what

heizou ;; gifts

okay, this one I got really in between gifts and words of affirmation, but since I'm like, 100% he is a words of affirmation person, I'm sure he'd love you to give him gifts.

hear me out once again: it doesn't mean he likes expensive stuff, he actually couldn't care less, but having something, the smaller or cheaper it is, to remember of you is just too much for his lovesick heart.

if you like to make little gifts, like flowers of paper and all (you're probably a "marry me with paper rings" person btw) he definitely got a box or a special part of his desk just for the things you gave him. there are one of this in both his house and in his office, so he could always remember of you whenever he wants.

if you're a traveler tipe, he misses you a lot (and will make sure to be specially clingy when you arrive) and always put some of the stuff you gave him closer, always in his field of vision.

and last, if you just enjoy buying stuff for him, cheap or expensive, he will keep at least one of it close to him all the time you're not by his side, if it happen to you don't be at Inazuma or don't be able to see him at least once a week, once you got the chance to visit him he will, all the time it happened, be with a plushie, a colar, a ring, even a blanket you gave him, anything to make him feel like you're by his side or at least loving him whenever you are right now.

( I even got a specific one shot about it )

cyno ;; quality time

Is not like wanderer or heizou aren't into spending a good quality time you you, they are, but cyno is specifically attached by it.

you see, he is always too busy with his work, you can't blame him, but yet is quite hard to don't miss his company. he always tries his best to make every second with you stay recorded in his memory, to always recall once things gets too bad.

it doesn't necessarily mean to get a date every time he comes back home to you, sometimes he is too tired, and in these cases, you just chill in bed, enjoying each other presence; if you're a physical touch available person, you could rest in his chest or the other way around, whatever is fine by you, but you would hug until you both fall asleep in each other arms, cyno would sigh in relief and comfy before finally getting some well-deserved rest.

"...I love you" he whispered.

When you get the opportunity to go in a date, he makes sure to spoil you the best he can, stick with you (literally or not, depends on you) all day if it's possible. not necessarily talk, just enjoying the day by each other side, without any pressure, just chilling and if you're up to, he would obviously, play some card games by the end of the day (who wins get a kiss)

[kanekoii]

Boo! Guess whos back with another request :3

Could you pretty please write kissing hcs of...guess. guess who. Kyo. also Vox, Sonny and mmmmmaybe Doppi?

ALSO KYO IS FINALLY BACK!!! I'm so happy to be able to watch his streams again I'm gonna microwave him!!!4!44!4!4

lyra’s notes -> KYO MY BELOVED EXPLODES EXPLDOES EXPLODES PLZ KEEP THESE REQUESTS COMING BBY I NEED AN OUTLET FOR THIS STUFF

pairings -> kyo kaneko, vox akuma, sonny brisko, doppio dropscythe

genre -> headcanons, scenario, fluff (i included a scenario of your first kiss with them too for fluff and shit)

song -> runaway baby - bruno mars

warnings -> a shit ton of kissing, kyo’s and doppi’s are in a highschool setting cuz their characters are highschoolers, strong language, some sad talk in sonny’s and mentions of food

KYO KANEKO •

his kisses are very playful in nature. he’ll pull you in a little roughly and press his lips to yours with a smirk as he mumbles something about how much he loves you. pull him by his tie into a kiss and printer man will be in HEAVEN. something about it is so attractive to him in a way he can’t explain.he just loves it nearly as much as he loves you. wait no, he loves you way more.

as for your first kiss with printer man (formerly printer boy before he got his glow up), it was really an accident at first. it had been a few days since you confessed your feelings for each other, and now you and him were working with the rest of the iluna gang to decorate for a school dance. kyo was hanging directions when he began to teeter off the stool he was standing on, causing you to run up behind him in case he fell. he turned around to say hi before the stool mysteriously fell (not like maria was standing right behind it and kicked it out from under him haha what are you talking about of course not). in true fanfiction written by a teenager fashion, he ended up on top of you with his lips on yours. it really was an accident. but when he pulled away, he simply looked in awe and asked, “can we do that again?”.

VOX AKUMA •

he’s a very passionate kisser. he doesn’t care where you are or how many people are allowed with your consent he’ll pull you close and kiss you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. of course our demon man loves just kissing your forehead or hands or cheek, literally anywhere lmao.

for your first kiss, it was by far the most romantic of the bunch. he had planned it out for sure, he wanted your first kiss with him to be something special, even if it was something you would go on to experience multiple times every day. it would be on a date, he would bring flowers, all that stereotypical shit. the moment he kissed you, it just felt right.

SONNY BRISKO •

his kisses are short and sweet. he’s a busy man, but that doesn’t mean he wants to show his love any less. he just simply doesn’t have time most of the time, and he really hates that he doesn’t know if he’ll come home to you some days just because of how dangerous his job is, and if that happens then he wouldn’t have been able to give the goodbye he wanted. but sad stuff aside,

i think your first kiss with him would be when you visited him on a less busy day to have lunch in his office with him. he knew he was in love with you but certainly not to the extent he realized right then. you had gone through all that trouble just for him and brought him lunch? he couldn’t resist pulling you into a slightly nervous kiss.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE •

oh doppino here we go. when it comes to kissing him, you never know what you’re gonna get. sometimes he accidentally pokes you with his almost fang-like teeth, sometimes it’s passionate and warm, sometimes he says something really fucking stupid under his breath. despite being the xsoliel student counsel’s disciplinarian, he had a fun side to him too.

his first kiss was probably a very spontaneous thing with you. just the simple question of ‘can i kiss you?’ mumbled as he was caught off guard by just how much he really loved you. he loves you a lot but he also likes showing his more silly side! here at doppino’s he’d mumble as he kissed you.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

To Mama Rosehearts: (calmly but sarcastically) Oh, hello. You must be Mrs. Rosehearts. How do you do on this fine day? Forgive me for staring but I must say, you look quite stunning, madame. Your haircut really suits your face. (Mama Rosehearts asks about Riddle) Riddle? Oh don't worry about him, he's doing fine. He always had a knack for keeping things under control. Unlike some people.

Aaaand here’s the big one… the final boss of Family Day…

I tried to write this with a nuanced look at Mama Rosehearts, as I felt this was the most fitting for TWST’s themes of grey morality (which also comes through in the OB boys). No one is truly 100% evil, and I didn’t want to just have her screaming at other people 💦

Mama Rosehearts’s parenting methods are overly controlling, she’s uncompromising, and she has a bad temper. But in her eyes, she believes what she’s doing is genuinely the best for her son, and she’s also protective of him. She absolutely cares for Riddle in spite of her strictness. I wanted those aspects of her character to be present too, not just the worst parts of her that we tend to hate.

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

The problem with bad apples, you sometimes thought to yourself (blame Epel for sticking the apple metaphors in your head), is that they appear so normal at a glance. It’s hard to tell they’re rotten until you’ve had a close look for yourself.

Gazing at Mrs. Rosehearts, you’re shaken. Your mental image of her, cobbled together by hushed words and wisps of shadow, was always that of a monster—the kind that caged children and relished in feeding them lies, keeping them ensnared and submissive. Mother knows best. Listen to your mother. It’s a scary world out there.

She stood before you in blood red heels, wrapped in a smart business suit and modest pencil skirt in the same shade. Her hands were adorned in tulle gloves, sheer enough to grant a glimpse at her immaculate nails. Arms folded, head high, she was poised like an imposing queen before delivering her judgment.

Her eyes a blue-grey, red hair tightly pulled back and secured by a hair clasp. Even her bangs were cut the same, two locks atop her head curling into a heart-like shape. Mrs. Rosehearts was the spitting image of Riddle—or was it more accurate to say that he was a spitting image of her?

But if she was a monster, and Riddle, the same as her…

The terrified expressions of Heartslabyul students blitzed through your mind. The garden and its roses falling apart around them.

“He… He was really gonna do it…”

“He’s completely out of control.”

“He’s like some kinda monster!”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away. They quivered, burning with an indescribable intensity.

“Hello.” Her first came clipped, cutting right by your greeting and fabricated compliment. “I can’t say I care for your tone of voice.”

Mrs. Rosehearts diverted her attention from you and to the young man standing in her shadow. “Riddle. They seem know you, but surely this one doesn’t belong to your dormitory?”

You could barely recognize him. The Riddle you knew was serious and strict—but he was also someone who loved to tend to the hedgehogs, and adored tea parties in the garden. His smile could practically make the flowers bloom.

But now he was less of a blossoming rose and more of a shrinking violet, most traces of his confidence wiped away. He diligently trailed behind his mother, appearing even smaller than usual. Meeker, and less sure of himself.

A remnant of Riddle. Not a rose-red ruler, but just a sad little child.

You stared at him helplessly, and he refused to meet your eyes.

“No, mother.” A trained, automatic response. “They are not a student of Heartslabyul.”

“I thought so,” Mrs. Rosehearts sniffed, unimpressed but satisfied. She silently noted your untucked shirt, stray hair, and crooked tie. “They’re far too ungroomed to be someone under your rule.

“And here I was, worrying that you had fallen in with the wrong crowd again. You aren’t still hanging around those horrid Clover and Pinker boys, are you?”

Trey and Che’nya. Your stomach churned, upset for them in their absence.

“Well…” Riddle fidgeted uneasily. Unable to tell a lie, and lacking the courage to tell the truth.

You took the chance to cut in, your eyes close to burning a hole in his mother. “Oh, don't worry about him. Riddle’s doing fine. He’s always had a knack for keeping things under control, unlike some people.”

Mrs. Rosehearts frowned at the insinuation. Her next words could make flowers freeze over. “You’d do well to learn some control yourself. This conversation is between a mother and her son.”

She placed a protective hand on his upper back and gave a slight nudge. “Come, Riddle. We wouldn’t want to be late to speak with your professors.“

“Yes…” He reluctantly turned away from you, trying to focus on the road head. At the path already chosen for him.

You couldn’t help yourself. Your feet fell forward, and you called after him.

“Riddle…!!”

“That’s quite enough,” Mrs. Rosehearts snapped. Her cheeks colored red with rage as she stepped between you and Riddle. “I don’t know who you think you are, sticking your nose in our affairs like this!! I won’t have another unruly child and their bad attitude invading my son’s life—not again!”

Anger surged in your chest. There were so many things you wanted to tell her, things she couldn’t possibly know because she never bothered to entertain them.

Riddle likes strawberry tarts. He doesn’t care if the roses are white, or if the flamingos are pink. And he prefers honey to sugar cubes in his tea, and milk tea over lemon tea. After a meal, he wants to sits and talk with everyone.

The smart thing to do, you thought, is to bite my tongue, or else it’ll just lead to a pointless screaming match.

But you weren’t so smart. Your opened your mouth, prepares to let loose a torrent to challenge her.

What rang out instead, loud and clear, was a boy’s authoritative voice.

“Excuse me, mother!”

"Yes, Riddle? You have something to add?"

“I..." He caught his still-quivering words and straightened. A quiet resolve burned in his steely eyes. "Those selected by the Mirror of Darkness boast exceptional potential and strong moral character. That holds true for myself, as well as my peers. I will not underestimate them, and nor should you."

Mrs. Rosehearts pursed her lips.

"They are worthy rivals that are deserving of respect," Riddle continued, "and they will continue to push me to excel. That is all I wished to say.

"Now then, we should be on our way. We're running late for a very important date with the teaching staff."

His mother looked as though she had a rebuttal, with her brows knitted and the color of her mouth vanishing. Riddle held his breath—and you weren’t sure if it was safe to take one.

"... We will discuss this at a later time," she declared at last. “We need to stay on schedule.”

Riddle released the air in his lungs, and you took a sharp intake.

Mrs. Rosehearts turned away, tossing an icy farewell to the wind. “Good day to you.”

She led her son down the street, saying something to him in a hushed tone. You couldn’t tell what sort of expression Riddle was making, but he held his head high the entire time, like a defiant rosebud in a bed of snow.

When they had finally disappeared into the horizon, you let yourself smile. He’s come into his own… even if just a little.

[ghostofthemost141]

Lindor

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,404

About: You and Ghost have disclosed feelings for each other, knowing that it's forbidden to be together in y'alls line of work. Noneoftheless, Ghost ends up in your room one night and you end up sharing a chocolate bar together.

Themes: Fluff, Suggestive Themes but Nothing Explicit, 18+

Notes: Zara is your nickname for this one, which means 'blooming flower' and it comes from the word Zahrah from Arabic roots. I enjoyed doing this but I hope I didn't write Ghost out of character. Enjoy!

It’s forbidden, you can’t act on your feelings. You’ll get booted from the team if you do it. But he makes it so damn hard to do that. Whether it be a brush up against my hand or even just a glare from across the room, my feelings grow more and more for him every single little thing he does to me. I can’t tell if it was intentional or not but it has to be. The fact that he always sits next to me on the lounging couch at base or always insists on going on a task with me if I was going to be alone or I always catch him staring first. I never expected Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley to be that kind of person, a ‘hopeless romantic’, but I guess you never know with people. I have never even seen his face under that skull mask or even the balenciaga he wears, but I can only imagine what he looks like. He makes me feel things that I have never felt about a person before and I hate myself for it. He is my Lieutenant, it would never work out. 

*KnockKnock*

Who could that be? I’m not expecting anyone. Am I? 

“You in ‘here, Zara?” 

Simon. That was Simon’s voice. What on Earth would he want with me? I scanned over my little cubicle room, seeing it was mostly tidy.  

“Yeah come in.” I announce. 

The door swung open and Simon stepped in, shutting the door behind him. He wore his skull balenciaga with a black hoodie on and gray jeans on. Even though we are on call duty, we can still be in our lounge clothes just as long as we can get dressed and ready into our gear in less than two seconds. 

“What’s up?” I asked as he came and sat on my bed with me sitting on my desk chair that was right near my bed. 

“Can’t sleep.” Simon mumbled. 

I peeked at my clock seeing it was nearing midnight. I didn’t even notice the time, had I been thinking that much?  

“I’m sorry, rough day today?” I offer him to vent. 

Today was arguably our slowest day ever. Just last week we had come back from a nearly month long mission and since we came back, there hasn’t been much to do except drink and do stupid shit around base, and even then that can become boring after so many times of doing it. Simon mostly keeps to himself during the day and does his own thing. No one sees him until it’s dinner time. 

“No, just boring as shiet.” Simon mumbled. 

“I feel that.” I agreed. 

Even though he wasn’t looking at me, just sitting there on my bed, looking down on the floor, made my heart race. Why was he even here? I didn’t understand it. I found myself staring at his hands. I don’t think I have ever seen him without his iconic gloves on. His hands looked so soft and smooth. You can tell by someone how they take care of their hygiene and his nails were neatly trimmed and cleaned which is very Simon. I could see that for sure. 

“Zara.” 

Simon’s deep voice brought me back to reality and I realized he caught me staring. 

“Yes, L.T?” I say, trying to act like I wasn’t, in fact, staring. 

His eyes pierced into mine, intimidating me strongly. 

“Is that a book you’re reading?” Simon asked, eyeing the open book that was on my desk. 

“Yeah, I am just rereading it, already read it once before.” I comment, closing the book and admiring it. 

“What’s the poin’ in that?” He asked. 

“Well when you enjoy something so much, you want to revisit it again because of the joy it brings you. And if something really brings you joy, then you revisit it multiple times, basically.” I explained. 

“Interesting.” He mumbles, averting his eyes from me. 

Alright, awkward silence, thank you Simon. Really appreciate it. I reached into my desk drawer and peeked into my hidden stash of assorted chocolates and candies. It’s hidden because if Gaz or Soap found it, it’d be dryer than the Sahara desert. I wasn’t even sure if Simon likes this sort of thing. I could see mints being his favorite candy. Oh well, one way to find out. I pulled out a Lindor Milk Chocolate bar and shut the drawer. 

“Want some?” I offer, showing him what it was in clear view. 

“Sure.” Simon mumbled. 

I opened the candy bar halfway and reached out to hand it to Simon, giving him first dibs. 

“No, I just want one piece.” He grumbled. 

You’re really gonna make this hard for me aren’t ya?  I broke off the first piece and stretched my arm out to Simon. He didn’t move at first, and instead just stared at it. It’s just chocolate dude, not a bomb. Suddenly Simon pulled his mask up enough just for his mouth to be exposed, leaned forward, without moving his butt off my bed, grabbed the chocolate with his teeth and took the piece out of my finger. He chewed the piece of chocolate slowly and eventually swallowed it, looking satisfied from the mini dessert. 

…

…

What just happened? That was weird. I didn’t expect him to do that. But for the record, I have never seen him without his mask off, let alone what his lower half looked like. His skin was light, with little blonde stubble on his chin, with his clean light pink lips. He is not helping my situation right now. 

“That was good, actually. Could I have another?” Simon asked, not hiding that light smirk that was on his lips. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” I answer, snapping out of my delusion. 

There is no way, you’re being delusional Zara. Here you are calling yourself by the nickname that the Task Force gave you instead of your real name. You have really gone off the deep end. I broke off another piece, held it in my fingers, and stretched my arm out to Simon. This time he did it almost instantly. He reached for it, with his tongue agape from his mouth, and I felt his tongue make contact with my fingers, sending instant chills down my spine and into my core. Simon kept his teeth on the chocolate and locked eyes with me. His deep, dark blue eyes staring into my soul as he slowly gripped the chocolate with his teeth and pulled it away from my fingers, consuming it. The cold air in my room confirmed that he did indeed lick my fingers. What is this man doing? 

“Your face is bloody red.” Simon said. 

“Shut up.” 

“That’s no way to talk to your Lieutenant.” Simon remarked, with a deep tone. 

His voice change went straight to my core. It was tingly and it made me shiver. 

“Simon what are you-” 

*SMOOCH*

Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, why, why, why, why, why-

Simon’s lips were soft against my dried up ones, keeping our lips connected as he held my cheek with his hand. His bottom lip tugged with my lip a little causing me to gasp, and he deepened the kiss. His soft fingers went into my hair, tugging slightly, but not too hard. I instinctively held his face as he continued to kiss me. My entire body was hot and heavy, until he let go of the kiss, but kept his hands on me. 

“Hm.” Simon chuckled, “your nickname is true to its word.” 

I was confused, what was he implying? Simon then leaned in, placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away from me. 

“Thanks for the chat.” Simon thanked me as he headed towards my door. 

“You’re welcome, anytime. You’re welcome to do that, anytime.” I emphasized the last part. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow ‘hen.” Simon said, “Goodnight, Zara.” 

“Goodnight L.T.” 

Simon then left my room, shutting the door behind me. I was still holding the Lindor chocolate bar that started this whole mess. 

“It’s your damn fault I got left hanging.” I grumbled at the bar, putting it on my desk and slamming myself onto my bed. 

Simon, you’re such an ass. But my God you’re a handsome ass. 

END 

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

kiridai + part time jobs p1

for anon who asked "if kirisaki worked part time, what kind of job would it be and how would they behave?" i'll get round to doing hanamiya + zaki + maybe the others eventually, but i figured it was better to post something than nothing. also because it was matsumoto's bday last week and there's nowhere near enough matsumoto content out there. kiridai's unsung hero <3

Hara Kazuya

cannot keep a part time job to save his life

he doesn’t need one for the money but his parents thought it would be a good idea for him to get some real world experience instead of doing whatever the fuck it is that he does all day when he’s not at school or on the court

the problem is though that not having a financial incentive to keep a job means that hara doesn’t take them very seriously

the corporate environment - and most of his part time jobs have been corporate, working for family friends’ big businesses - bores him to death

and when he’s bored, the urge to bother poor innocent accountants and administrators, who are just trying to finish their 9-5 to go home to their family, is unbearable

what do you mean ‘have sympathy for middle-aged and depressed old salarymen who were minding their own business?' thinks hara as he sets forth on yet another mission to find someone to terrorise

so yeah, it’s not surprising that the jobs don’t usually last

i mean, he practically fires himself

like he gets called into the boss’s office, or into hr, or whatever, and they minute they say “so, hara, i think we need to discuss your behaviour recently…” hara interjects with “it’s horrible, isn’t it? guess i’m fired. sick. see you never.”

and is out of the office before they have time to call him back

the longest part time job he ever held down was at a music store, which worked for a while because he got along with most of his coworkers, and liked fiddling with some of the instruments on sale

but, yet again, bored hara + customer-facing role = very dangerous combination

even though some of the customers liked hara's very rock ‘n’ roll attitude to customer service, the minute his manager had to make cuts, hara was the first to go

(in retrospect, maybe it was something to do with how often he’d mock the manager for not having made it as a singer. hara just can’t help himself when it comes to kicking someone who’s already down.)

Furuhashi Kojiro

i’m not going to try be creative here, and anyone who knows anything about furuhashi already knows what his part time job would be

furuhashi works part time at a flower shop / garden centre type deal

furuhashi loves the flowers and plants under his charge, genuinely loves them like they’re his children

furuhashi hates the vast majority of his customers, with the same scathing fury that any animal lover would have if they had to let people with a history of animal cruelty adopt an animal in their care

when furuhashi sees that one person who 'loves' plants but can’t keep them alive to save their life (as they always tell furuhashi with a sheepish smile, “i love having them around but i just don’t have the knack for it!”)-

yeah the look on furuhashi’s face could kill

(n.b. the customer in question is probably hayama because he’s sort of got that vibe)

really furuhashi deserves our pity for having to spend so much time dealing with people he would gladly stab to death given a dark alley with no cctv

these being people who forget to water their plants; people who keep buying bouquets for their loved ones, bouquets that never end up watered and die an early death; people who buy a plant even after being told its high maintenance, ignore looking after the most basic needs, and then come back a week later like “uhh you sold me dying plants”

”i sold you dying plants,” repeats furuhashi, very slowly, eyes more less dead-fish and more piranha-on-the-prowl

“yeah, so can i get a refund or what?”

“i sold you dying plants,” says furuhashi again and his voice is getting lower, raspier, like a movie character who’s about to swear he’ll get vengeance on his wife’s murderer

luckily the customer realises its not worth taking a punt trying to get a refund they don’t deserve, in a darkly lit garden centre where they’re the only customer around, and they flee the scene before furuhashi starts an experiment on whether human flesh is a good fertiliser

honestly furuhashi’s probably the only person who’ll ever experience a garden centre to yakuza pipeline, because one day some oyabun’s going to scout him based on that anti-plant-killer rage alone

Seto Kentaro

torn about what to say here because, on the one hand, i can see seto being a trader as a part time job - after all, the man likes maths so he’s going to be good with spotting patterns

but, on the other hand, i really struggle to imagine him committing to a part time job whilst he’s in high school, or even university

there’s no motivation for him to have one, since his family are well-off enough to support his studies without him needing to pay for anything; and between studies, sleep, and basketball, does he really have the time for a job?

his parents would rather have their son studying to make sure he gets into tokyo university, than have him waste time with a part time job since he’s already got a work ethic (sort of)

maybe, like hara, seto’s parents get him a gig at a family friend’s company? you know, to get him out there networking in the world

but this would just be a part time job over the summer, and probably not many hours either, more just something for him to put on his cv

(though with a network of rich people, who needs a cv? hahahahaha…. ….)

and to be honest, i think seto would probably do alright in the corporate environment (by corporate, i mean big bucks corporate), even as a high schooler

he’d have to do something mentally stimulating - because if he was told to just deliver coffees to people, he: a) wouldn’t be bothered to do it, and b) would be too insulted to do it

but if he was doing something mentally stimulating, and maybe working with a team of fellow smart young people, then i do think he’d work hard and even enjoy what he was doing.

the man needs more hanamiyas in his life

(a sentence that applies to very few people in this world)

Matsumoto Itsuki

works at some sports equipment chain store as a sales assistant. he’d be lying if he said he enjoys the job, but it does mean discounts on his gear and gym membership, and, unlike many of the students at kiridai, he does appreciate having some extra money on hand.

when he’s at work without stuff to do, he’s usually twirling a basketball on his fingertips or trying to convince his coworkers to let him do inventory checks and avoid the customer-facing side of things

unfortunately this usually doesn’t work because a) matsumoto wasn’t gifted with a silver tongue and b) the guy who’s usually on matsumoto’s shifts with him refuses to let matsumoto live down the time where he hid in the storeroom to avoid hanamiya and hara who had just popped into the shop, and then locked himself in there by accident

‘course, that was when matsumoto had only recently joined the basketball team, and was still filled with teen angst and awkwardness

these days, if a teammate comes to the shop, he sticks his middle finger up at them if they ask for help and essentially treats them like he wishes he could treat all the customers

on the other hand, he always applies his employee discount to their purchases, even when the customer in question is hara in a particularly irritating mood. so let it not be said that matsumoto doesn’t have a soft spot for his teammates.

but, yeah, in general customer service is not matsumoto’s thing

he does genuinely try to help customers out and does a very good job of not punching annoying customers in the face (this is easier said than done in matsumoto’s case; after all, he spends most of his time with a bunch of guys who all believe violence is The Solution TM), but sometimes he lets his guard down

like the time someone came in saying they were new to play golf and wanted recommendations for a suitable club

“why the fuck would you want to play golf?” says matsumoto a little louder than intended.

“excuse me!” goes the customer

“what?” replies matsumoto before remembering he is talking in the real world and not in his daydream land where he beats up customers. “shit. um. let me go show you the club brands we stock.”

the only reason he didn’t get fired afterwards was because the store’s running low on staff as is

oh and matsumoto’s the only guy the manager doesn’t scold for not smiling at customers, because matsumoto’s customer-service smile makes him look like a gun is being held up to his forehead

it scared away far more customers than it attracted

[loggiepj]

FORBIDDEN

Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3

Wanda felt like exploding. The good kind.

Warmth spread all over her body straight to her core, making her let out a moan so carnal, she couldn't believe she'd ever possessed such a sound. She clutched on tight against the sheets underneath her, holding for dear life, and threw her head back against the pillow, whimpering through the night.

She didn't care if anyone could hear her, she was far too gone in her own world, chasing her own high.

Wanda unknowingly bucked her own hips against the weight that was holding down the lower half of her body. And when she tried to pry her eyes open, just to take a peek, so she could thank the person giving her bliss some time later, maybe even return the favor, she was met with two familiar eyes staring right back.

"Y/n," she gasped, awaking into the night, sweat sticking into her own body. She knew she was drenched and uncomfortable in her own center as she pushed her thighs together, thinking between getting off from her dreams or getting back to sleep.

Wanda could only groan.

She shouldn't be even thinking about Y/n at all, especially obscene things far from her imagination. Especially because Y/n was a normie. And she should hate normies.

No, she didn't like Y/n that way.

Wanda cursed as she slumped herself back on her bed, not feeling like getting up in the dark. But she couldn't sleep anymore, not with the dirty thoughts of Y/n always coming into view, so she decided to get up and come out of her tent.

The sun had not yet risen up, and the only source of light around the camp was the lit torches on each corner of the pathway.

Wanda could see Pietro's tent beside hers, closed and dark, indicating he was still fast asleep, if his snores were not that much obvious.

She didn't even know where she was going, maybe if she was prepared enough, days from now probably, she'd try to escape.

"You're not trying to go outside the camp, are you?" A familiar voice made Wanda freeze on the spot.

There Y/n stood behind her, her eyes looking like she just woke up abruptly from the noise.

"It's none of your business," Wanda spat back as she headed towards nowhere, preferably away from Y/n, away from the one she just had obscene dreams about.

"I figure you might be already hungry, I'm heading to the kitchen right now, to help Bruce with breakfast, if you want, I can assign you to knead the dough for the bread-"

"Really? You'd trust a witch like me to do something like that?"

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, then smiled. "Why would I not?"

"I could poison you," she suggested. "Or worse, the entire camp."

But the smile Y/n had on her face only grew wider, making Wanda scrunch her face in confusion.

"Oh, please, you wouldn't do such a thing," Y/n replied, chuckling softly as she walked past Wanda.

The witch only scoffed. "And how sure can you tell?"

"I am a good judge of character... And besides, I also trust you as much as your brother..."

Wanda forced a laugh. "You shouldn't be."

Y/n only sent her a smile and a wink, making Wanda suddenly weak to the knees. Figuring she hadn't yet recovered from her dreams, the witch decided to walk towards the opposite way.

Y/N was sharpening the obsidian tips of her arrows when she came across some beautiful flowers that instantly reminded her of Wanda. For the past few days, the constant bickering and insults thrown towards Y/n turned more aggressive and harsh rather than harmless playful banter Y/n thought was at first.

The witch's wounds had already healed and while the interactions grew far less than before, Y/n still hadn't managed to get through the witch's soft side. Not that she had noticed, she wasn't stalking Wanda all the time. But when Wanda was talking to her friends or Pietro, Y/n had grown mesmerized to the sound of the witch's voice when she's not mad. Especially the sound of her laughter.

Y/n continued to give the witch the benefit of the doubt, that maybe it'd take more time to get through Wanda's heart, to earn that trust. So she decided to pick the flowers and give them to the woman who's occupied her mind for days. And Honeysuckles were a symbol of pure happiness, the one Y/n had witnessed the witch exuded.

Y/n should have known it was a waste of time and beautiful flowers. Wanda only threw them back to her with an emotionless blank look, as if she was thinking of how dare a normie like Y/n would attempt to do something like that.

Pietro only patted Y/n's shoulder when he saw the rejection. Y/n tried to explain that it wasn't what he thought it was. But he knew far better there was more to it than Y/n had let on. She had a crush on a witch, there was nothing wrong with that.

"I just want her to feel welcomed." Y/n let out a sigh as she picked up the flowers, intending to keep them instead.

Pietro pursed his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. "She's not a big fan of flowers, Y/n... I should have warned you about that. She used to despise killing living nature. To us, a flower is also a living thing."

"Well, I didn't mean to offend her like that."

As Y/n went to head to her own tent, she accidentally bumped into Layla on the way.

"Oh, are those for me?" Layla mused.

"Uhhh-"

Without waiting for a reply, Layla immediately took the flowers. "Thank you, Y/n. These are so beautiful. What are they called?"

"Ummm, Honeysuckles," Y/n said, her cheeks suddenly blushing.

"Mm, Honeysuckles, lovely things. Sweet. Like you."

Y/n stepped back when Layla attempted to step closer towards her. Then out of curiosity, she asked, "Aren't you like offended or something? Like I cut them off from their branches?"

"Offended? Why would I be offended?" Layla asked in a playful tone. "I should be honored. No one has given me flowers before. I hear they're some sort of courting when it comes to humans. Are you courting me then, Y/n?"

While Y/n made up of some excuse that she didn't mean it that way, Wanda had heard enough when she snuck behind the bushes to listen. Is it true then? Are you really courting Wanda?

But if Y/n did, what Wanda couldn't understand was why you could just easily give the flowers to Layla when you should not be flirting with anyone else other than Wanda?

Wanda groaned with frustration as she left. She shouldn't be even thinking of you that way. She should be thinking about how to escape from the camp, how to protect herself from getting captured by Deviants once she had managed to go out, how to survive.

SO Wanda had been starting to attend archery lessons given out by some instructor named Clint. She needed to defend herself. She couldn't use her magic during combat when no one was covering for her.

But to her surprise, Y/n came walking in front of the class a couple of minutes later.

"Sorry, I'm late," Y/n apologized. "I will be your temporary instructor for the day since Clint still hasn't come back from a mission-"

Y/n's gaze met Wanda's eyes, the former's lips curving into a wide smile. "Wanda, I didn't expect you'd be here."

All heads were turned to Wanda and the last thing she wanted was to have a panic attack and leave. Y/n noticed the dilemma written all over the witch's face so she immediately changed the topic, getting the attention of the group off from Wanda.

Wanda tried to concentrate during the class. She really did. But when Y/n came to teach her how to properly use the bow and arrow, the close proximity or lack of it was accelerating the witch's heartbeat.

The touch of Y/n's hands against hers as she helped Wanda sent shivers all through her body, the ones Wanda had missed when Y/n had been tending to her wounds. Wanda could literally feel Y/n's breath against her face, the witch's eyes daring to look at her, drifting to the human's magnetizing eyes then somehow to her lips so close to her.

"Breathe in through your nose, breathe out through your mouth," Y/n whispered, shaking Wanda from her silly thoughts. Wanda decided to focus and do what Y/n had instructed, aiming the arrow towards the target before them.

"Let go, Wands," Y/n muttered softly, her fingers slipping off from the witch's.

And Wanda let the nock go, the arrow flying through the air, hitting the target perfectly.

Wanda jumped in happiness, never had she done that before when Clint was around. Of course, Clint was a strict instructor unlike Y/n.

"See, you're a natural," Y/n said, congratulating Wanda.

The witch immediately shutted down her lifted behavior, she shouldn't be relaxed around Y/n. Y/n somehow noticed how Wanda's walls seemed to come back right up. So she decided to give her space as she went to teach another troubled student.

AS it turned out, the rescue mission Clint had went to was unsuccessful, making the others come back for more support. Y/n didn't hesitate one second longer to volunteer herself.

When Wanda saw Y/n equip herself with arrows behind her back, she immediately made her way to her brother.

"No," Pietro firmly said when Wanda suggested to volunteer too.

"Why?!" she argued.

"You'll only harm yourself, sis-"

"I can protect myself. I can use my magic against them while you distract-"

"This is not like before, Sis, and besides, you just recovered from-"

When Y/n came closer to give Pietro his weapons, Wanda immediately retorted.

"What can she do? She's only a human. She doesn't even have magic like us," Wanda protested. "Without her bow and arrow, she's basically like a helpless damsel like you thought I'd be."

Y/n scoffed, having enough of the insults. "Hey, I saved you-"

"Enough, you two!" Pietro shouted. "This is not the time. Clint and a lot others need our help. Wanda, stay here. Y/n, I'll meet you outside."

Y/n begrudgingly left the twins, frustrated along the way for not being able to argue back against Wanda.

Pietro still had unfinished business unbeknownst to the human. He looked at Wanda with serious eyes. "You know, try to be nice to Y/n once in a while, you don't know what she's been through too."

Wanda shook her head in disbelief.  "And you would side with her, of course, don't forget humans killed our parents, Piet-"

"Witches killed Y/n's too," he interjected. "And you don't see her hating us."

Wanda's eyes only widened for she didn't know. But before she could ask more, Pietro already left, the guilt in her body increasing tenfold.

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[yanderelovlies]

Please look only at me

Note: Jack is written as if the both of you actually live in Cloudy town.

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack, and Shaun

Tw: Yandere tendencies on Jack's part.

Sunny Day Jack

Jack hummed as he unlocked the door to your shared home. He was excited to see you again despite only living together for the convince he has come to really enjoy your presence. He would even go as far as to say he has grown to have feelings beyond friendship for you. You are everything he has ever wanted yet couldn't find anywhere else.

"Sunshine! I'm home!" He watched as you excitedly poked your head from the kitchen a smile on your face.

"Welcome home, Jack! How was work?? How are the kids?"

He chuckled, setting his stuff down on the table. "Everything is good! The kids have grown so much."

Your backed was facing him as you cooked comething over the stove, but he could tell you were smiling. This all felt so normal, so...domestic. Now, if only he could wrap his arms around you as he lays his head on your shoulder and continues to tell you about his day, then it would all be perfect.

"You wanna hear something interesting?" Jack hummed in response, still lost in his own little fantasy."Rory asked me out today."

The world stopped as Jack's face fell, and eyes widened. "...what?"

"Yeah! he asked me right after my shift at the bakery. Even got me those flowers on the table."

Jack's head swung to the table just now, noticing the beautiful arrangement of all your favorite colors and flowers. It was really well done if he was being honest, and he hated that. "W......what did you say?"

You shrugged. "I told him I would think about it."

Jack would feel his world stop. Think about it? You were seriously considering it? Not there was anything wrong with Rory, but... He doesn't know you like he does. He doesn't think anyone does. He was perfect for you. He could take care of you.

Jack's arms wrapped around you as he laid his forehead on your shoulder. "Don't do it...please sunshine.."

He could feel your turn your head to get a better look at him. "Jack...?"

He lifted his head, meeting your side gaze. "I like you y/n. A lot. I don't want to lose you."

He could feel you tense up all your movements coming to a halt. You stared at him with wide eyes and red face before finally speaking "D-do you mean it....?"

Jack's hold you on tightened slightly. "More than anything sunshine." Before Jack could say more, you turned in his hold, crashing your lips into his.

This kiss was messy and frantic, but to Jack, it was magical. You tasted better than he could ever imagine, and you felt so right in his arms. At first, he was afraid it was a dream till your teeth clashed, making the two of you pull apart in breathless giggles.

Once the two of you gathered yourselves, your eyes met. "I like you too, Jack Like a lot."

The smile on Jack's face brightened as he pulled you in for a more calm kiss. Finally, he could call you his

"Hey, what's that Bruning smell?"

"OH SHIT THE FOOD!"

Shaun

Being roommates with you was one of the best decisions Shaun had made since he came to college. You were responsible, kind, and respectful. You guys agreed on most things, and on the very rate occasion, the two of you get into disagreement it's solved within an hour. You had quickly become his best friend, and somewhere down the line, something more to Shaun.

Though he would never express it to. Your friendship meant too much to him for him to throw it away for some feeling that would go away months later.

Or at least that's what he told himself to feel better as he watches Ian fail to flirt with you from a distance. He never had anything against the guy. He was the typical shy nerd that had this charm about him. However watching him now Shaun could feel a sense of rivalry with him.

Letting out sigh he made his way back to your shared home more or less preparing himself to hear you tell him everything that happened in that conversation.

.

"So I finally had to tell Ian I wasn't intrested."

Shaun's head turned to face you with an almost shocked expression "Why?"

You looked at him puzzled. "Because he won't stop trying to ask me out?"

"You don't like him?"

You shook your head. Shaun could feel a sense of relief course through him followed by shame for the relief he felt at someone's expense.

You turned back to the TV before continuing "Besides I like someone else. Someone I've know for awhile. Someone im....close to."

"Who.....who is it?" Shaun knew he was as tense as he felt, but he truly was hanging on to your every word.

You were silent for bit before taking a deep breath "You..."

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but Shaun still heard it, but that wasn't enough. He needed to hear you say it out loud to be sure. "I'm sorry I didn't catch that....what did you say." Slowly Shaun inched closer to you.

He watched you fidget trying to keep your eyes on the screen before finally giving up and turning back to him. Your face was bright red as your eyes darted to anywhere but him "u-um....You...?"

Unable to contain it any longer, Shaun gives you a big smile as his hand caresses your face. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

Not needing any more confirmation, Shaun pulls you into a slow yet passionate kiss. This was everything he had been waiting for, and if he was being honest, he could wait to experience your sweet kisses every day.

"I like you too y/n more than words can describe."

[brunhielda]

Currently watching Tangled,

-for the first time is forever 🎶

Some thoughts:

Maybe the guitar music as the major instrument for this film has to do with the origins of Rapunzel from the Mediterranean?

The Royals might still have the sun plant somewhere. You replant, you “dead end” the flower to make soup, you continue to care for it with hopes it flowers again. Did that show up in the tv show anywhere?

Useing a pan to fight is a very traditional fantasy trope. Usually reserved for a side character, but still very present. Tangled just brought it out into the common zeitgeist.

Mother Gothel is the worst for many many reasons. Today’s realization- she never braided Rapunzel’s hair. It would have been easy to start when she was little and teach her how to do it herself. It would have meant tripping over it less and spending less time on brushing. You can even keep a long enough tail for brushing while doing the song. She didn’t. Why? Because it was another layer of control. It means it is harder for Rapunzel to leave. It means Rapunzel feels like she is cared for when Gothel brushes it during the song. It keeps Rapunzel “clumsy,” a reason Gothel gives not to let her leave. Or maybe Gothel is just lazy and neglectful. Either way- as someone with super long hair? I hate that woman.

Meanwhile- the Royals never gave up on thier kid coming home. It’s not just the tradition of the lights. It’s that crown. Baby Rapunzel wears that crown in murals. They had that crown sized up, EVERY YEAR, as thier child would have grown. They thought about what she would look like if she showed up tomorrow. They didn’t just recall a baby once a year and mourn. They planned for her to return. That hurts. 👑 💔

Realization after that one- Flynn you absolute RAT. How could you?!

Unintentional side effect of Rapunzel hauling a person up the side of the tower everyday- your girl has impressive upper body strength. She could toss a full grown man into a wardrobe. Gothel… much like keeping her birthday on the same day, your laziness has been turned against you. 😂

The Chameleon has not been out of the Tower any more than Rapunzel, he just has a deep distrust of Mother Gothel. ( proof is in him insisting they check Flynn for pointy teeth😂) I am so happy Rapunzel had that. It’s also even funnier to watch his reaction to everything after your realize that 😂

Dad- “Did you know one of the brothers is Ron Perlman?”

Me- “How could you not? Did you hear the voice?”

Later question- did the other one ever speak??

Flynn is BRUISED. Smacked with a pan, stuffed in a wardrobe, fingers jammed in a door, lands on his face, bashes himself in a fight several times, then is crushed by rocks while trying to escape drowning. Realistically, that song is the only reason the man is able to walk rather than limp into town the next day. 😂

“And you’re still gonna go back?” The girl stole his retirement (his dream, really), and has been a constant irritant since he met her, but the moment he knows the real situation she’s in, he is concerned for her happiness and freedom. He still doesn’t know how bad her mother is, just that she’s been confined. I love him so much. ❤️

And that gives her the confidence to tell her mother “No!” He didn’t even say any more than that. Haveing someone care for you when you are in a bad spot is SO IMPORTANT.

And then-! Just walks out of the wood and sees her standing a little too still. “Hey, are you ok?” 😍

This girl has never seen a horse in her life. And she does that. Seriously. That is a big beefy horse. I like horses, and I would be so much more cautious. Rapunzel knows no fear is all I am saying.

That man has spent time with children. He knew exactly who to ask. He LOOKED for them. Love that continuation of the backstory from the orphanage. Character continuity at its finest.

That dance music has become the sound of joy online. That is beautiful.

They showed the father grieving, and the mother comforting. That is so HUGE, I don’t even have words to explain.

I think Pascal wanted to see the lights almost as much as she did. 🥹

“At Last I See the Light” might be up there as one of the best Disney love songs. ❤️🎶 It is just such a perfect display of who the characters are, how they are changing, and why. And of course the imagery is soft, warm, and iconic. Just Beautiful.🤩

He really stopped caring about the life he dreamed for himself since he was a child. Idk if that says something about how in love he is, or something about how he always cared more for people than gold than he thought he did, but either way, I am still in love with this man ❤️

Omg- she embroidered her own dress. It’s such a small detail, but I love it. She learned all the cottage core crafts, didn’t she? 🥰😆

“It was the old lady” = her mother will do anything, including put her in danger, to keep her imprisoned forever. He is so real for making that connection so fast. Street kid knows what is up, and he will not stand for it. I honestly think he would have gotten her out even if nothing romantic ever happened, and that, at the core of it, is why I like him. 👍

Just- the sheer bafflement of the guards and Flynn alike in that entire escape scene 🤣

Maximus- don’t get this twisted. I am here for the girl.

Actually- now I want to know, what did the horse see that led him to lead an escape mission for his enemy? Did he follow Gothel to the tower? I am intrigued.

Just in case we weren’t convinced, they actually had her “kick the puppy.” 🥺

In revenge, Pascal is like “Nah, we ain’t waiting for her to die of old age.” Ruthless. 😈

As a thief and orphan/street kid, it completely tracks that he would see the life Rapunzel was made to live and equate it to death. I mean, it really was slavery. Imprisonment to ensure services. He was willing to die to keep her free- it is very Old School Hollywood Dashing Rogue of him, and again, I love it ❤️

Omg- Flynn Rider. Errol Flynn. I am a dummy. How did I not make that connection before?!

The king had the grief scene, and the Queen greeted her first. That feels so different from other movies.

They didn’t make her a carbon copy- Rapunzel was clearly her kid, but a younger version with a different chin. The designers put in work, and they have my respect.

That chuckle is the only spoken line the King has. Interesting.

The king is so soft. Big cuddly frame, soft pull into the hug, willing to immediately embrace the young man who brought her home as well. Who designed these men???

“I want something that I want” is currently the theme for my D&D character, and I suddenly am understanding it in the context of this movie. When I first heard it, I thought it was selfish, and it didn’t make sense to me. No- it’s not.

She has never been allowed anything of her own. He has literally had to steal to not starve. This is the feeling of being allowed to want for the first time. No wonder he was so good at helping her through things. It was probably very similar feeling when he first left the Orphanage. 🥹❤️

I imagine this song hit pretty hard for some scared and controlled kids out there. 🎶 Honestly, this whole movie was such a strong example of manipulative abuse, and I am so happy it exists. They clearly put in the work to make it truthful, and it must have helped so many people realize what was going on in their own life. I think every creative hopes to tell a story that connects with people like that.

Anyways, hoped you enjoyed my romp through a wonderful film 😁

[velvetcloxds]

in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Can I please ask for a Tangled!AU for Geralt of Rivia + Princess!Reader, please? Thank you!

RUFFIENS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 0.8k words

warnings: reader having very long hair, geralt being a grumpy little simp

Geralt knew the feeling of frustration well, an annoyance to the point of murder, that nagging tug to his brain that had his fist shaking around his glass and his eyes burning- this time, however, the feeling was different, clouded, as annoyed as he was, he was also sort of awed, vividly aware of the fact that he didn't look away from you for even a second as you walked about the drunken witchers with a smile bright enough to light up all of Kaer Morhen despite the darkness that loomed its halls. You were hardly the threatening kind, in fact, he was sure he could quite easily force the information you promised right out of you without much, if any hassle, but when he saw you or rather saved you from the tower your mother had kept you in, he caved into taking you to see the floating lights you'd very adamantly demanded to see.

He questioned your reasoning when you so senselessly considered him a trustworthy traveling companion, it spoke of ignorance and naivety, evidence of being robbed from the company of other humans or living beings for that matter since he was yet to determine what or who you really were aside for a princess. He brought you to his winter home purely for shock value, needing to pass the stony confines on the way to your destination anyway, so he considered it only fitting to tease you some in the process- he'd not, for even a second, considered that you'd be just as sickeningly sweet in a room full of murderers as you were with just the one, him, of course.

You were currently sat atop one of the bulky wooden tables, fawning over Lambert's curls as he offered you a sip of his drink, he looked up at you much like he would an innocent deer running across his path- conflicted between finding you unmentionable adorable and just a bit too foolish and weak to be around him. He allowed you to drag a hand through his curls, musing about the ways you could braid it for him so it bothered him less, giving him advice about keeping it healthy while gesturing to your own hair that spread down the table onto the floor, comically well-kept despite what might be assumed.

"Las, I shall humour your remedies for keeping the curls at bay, but you're not bringing any leaves near me," he reprimanded and you giggled as you sat back, feet peeking out from the hem of your dress as you folded your legs under you, not at all looking like the princess the witchers were accustomed to, admittedly much more satisfying to be around, to listen to and to talk to- you'd managed to charm a group of men who hated your kind with all their hearts.

Geralt was walking towards you before he even knew it, reaching out to support your back when you leaned back just a tad too far while laughing at Lambert's opinions on the different flowers he'd seen on his hunts, listing all the very many reasons why he despised them. A few hours ago the touch of the fingers spread out over the thinning material would've felt foreign, unknown, but despite how uncharted Geralt's presence was to your existence, his touch was quickly becoming familiar, comfortable regardless of how uncaring it was.

"Careful," he grunted though the sound wasn't nearly as annoyed as he wished it to be, earning a shy smile from your lips as you moved your hair out of place to turn around towards him, looking up at him with those big eyes that were daring to break through his cold exterior. "Wouldn't want you to fall and get injured, might not make it to the stars."

"Floating lights," you reminded, he was almost regretting his mistake when your smile threatened to dip into a frown, shaking his system with nerves for being the reason for it. However, luckily the notion was interrupted by a giant yawn, the motion of you slipping from the table to stand next to him being far too smooth. "And I don't think you'd mind it all that much if you didn't have to take me to see them."

"What makes you think that?" he mused and you swore his eyes were lighter as he spoke, a sense of playfulness behind the golden orbs, but you didn't think of it too much, scared to get your hopes up, instead, you gathered your hair into a big ball in your hands, smiling at the white wolf when he helped you do so.

"Just a suspicion that I have," you shrugged in return and tucked the last few inches of roots under your arm, dreading the process of having to braid the main in the morning, not used to having to do so alone- but before you could make your way to the room Geralt had pointed out as yours, you looked back up at him with a sincere smile, one he noted to be very different from the thousand other smiles you were capable of. "Thank you, Geralt," you breathed and he was notably surprised, a foreign feeling for him, you supposed because he didn't recover from the slip of emotion as quickly as you expected. "I know you're only doing this to get something out of me, but I appreciate it still, so thank you," you leaned up to kiss his cheek, a brisk gesture, hardly long enough for him to react before you were tiredly skipping away from him.

"You need to be careful with that one," Lambert noted, a perfect position to have viewed the whole scene as he looked at his friend with a knowing nod. "A girl like that won't be easy to let go of," he explained and Geralt was frozen, dazed as he looked at the arch you just walked through, frazzled and confused as the feeling of your lips still tingled against his white skin.

"Get rid of," he corrected but he wasn't convinced and neither was Lambert because right before his eyes the witcher in question stood lingering, no doubt listening to your steps, determining if you made it safely to your room, a fool really for thinking you hadn't already thread your way into his heart.

[dirtytransmasc]

hey there, cool blog <3 I love reading your takes on things

so I wanted to ask your take on larycent and what you think we’ll see in season 2

(wrote this whole thing out and then my computer died before I could post it. my first attempt at this was much better. this is cruel and unusual punishment, this whole thing is now infused with anger. not towards you, just in general.)

I should first start off by saying, thank you, I'm so happy you like reading my stuff, second off, I'll say I may be one of the worst people to ask, cause Larys is one of those characters I hate so much, plot be damned, he could choke on one of his stupid flowers within the first 5 minutes of season 2 and I couldn't give less of a shit. I'm not typically like that with characters, I tend to try and give a character enough grace to care about their place in plot, but Larys just makes me that angry. despite this, I will try to be appropriately opinionated and give you a proper answer lol.

from a story point of view their dynamic is fascinating. here's this guy with such little standing (compared to her as queen) who wields so much power against her. it starts out when she is young and alone, he spots this weakness and befriends her, giving her information, gives her company she so longs for, slowly spinning this web around her. then as she gets older, he becomes a sort of confidant, biding his time, until he finds the right moment to strike. he bends her words, given in great trust and secrecy, most likely not the first dangerous secret they've shared, and uses it to 'justify' (he didn't need her command to do it, he just waited to do it in a way that he could hold her accountable for it) killing his father and brother. this gives him power, he can use this against her, to keep her close. he's piled up blackmail at this point, he's got her bound in his web of secrets, she can't leave.

she knows he's dangerous now, she has to keep him close, or he could hurt her, her kids, her image, the people around her.

the other thing is, he gets off on it all. he gets off on bringing her to his level, by stripping her of her agency as queen so that way they are equals.

then by some means, he gets her to give herself up in a sexual manner. he had already been doing this, in a way; I vaguely remember some sort of statement or interview from Matthew Needham about how Larys gets off on bringing her down, on filling her with shame and guilt, on making her feel dirty. so getting her to truthfully give herself up to him for whether it be to keep him satisfied (I'll come back to this point in a second) or for information, gives him the ultimate gratification.

he was like a parasite, taking and taking and taking from her until he was satisfied. she couldn't get rid of him, as he posed a threat to her and others, she couldn't ignore him because then he would act out and be a threat. he had to be kept satisfied. she had to give him a purpose, a use, an outlet to feel like he had power. like a dog, if he was left to himself, he would grow bored and unruly, she had to offer herself to keep him entertained.

both Olivia and Matthew played this dynamic out so well. Matthew played Larys so slimey and gross and just irksome, I was uncomfortable whenever he was on screen. Olivia played Alicent's discomfort and forced compliance so well, I just felt insanely bad the whole time.

it really built Larys up as this thinly veiled evil, he could be... well behaved and friendly, he could be useful, he could be an ally of sorts, all for a price, and if that price went unpaid or he felt undervalued, he could quickly become something so downright awful. he could be something downright evil if he wanted to really, that he was willing to bend words and step on toes (ironically) to get what he wanted and show off his power.

it also built up Alicent, adding onto her list of horrors in life, and putting her in this power limbo. she was queen, yet she was felled by this nobleman, brought down to his level if not lower. while some (*ahem* team black stans *cough cough*) saught to demonize her for her suffering, it really led me to sympathize with her more than before. she had suffered this mans sick and twisted game since she was a child, and he shows no signs of stopping. she's always stepping around fear, knowing the monster she let into her chambers, unable to get him out.

so, outside of the fact that I hate to see my girl suffering so horrible, I can't say I love their dynamic, but I don't hate it... its like, so horrible but so interesting, and I hate it not because it's poorly done or unnecessary, it just makes me feel gross and horrible. 10/10 characterization, 10/10 portrayal, 10/10 plot building -100/10 making me feel nice lmao.

onto predictions: I think she's going to attempt to stand up to him and fail. at the end of season 1 we see her lose Viserys (abuser number 1) and stand up to Otto (abuser number 2) finally putting him in his place after years of biting her tongue to him, acting against him (ordering Aegon be brought to her, that the crowning of aegon/treatment of Rhaenyra be under her command, etc,). I think she'll attempt to continue this pattern and stand up to Larys, who has been nothing but an aching wound in her side.

its only then that he will truly show how evil he can be. he will show his anger, his wrath, the power he holds over her head. he has years of blackmail against her, he will make this evident. it wouldn't surprise me if we get a scene paralleling Daemon and Rhaenyra and the choking scene, if even if only slightly. he will do something to make her keep him at her side. I think he will be the first to bring true horror to our girl. we have seen fear, strife, anxiety, worry, and disbelief, but we have not seen horror. truthfully, I think he's the only one I believe capable of doing that to her.

he is happy to remain sat loyally at her feet (again, the irony) so long as she respects him and lets him use her to get off when he pleases, so after his little show of power, when he instills fear into her once more, he will lie back down like a good little parasitic inside man, while she waits in fear, forever caught in his web. it brings this new air of sick and twisted to it all; his true self has been revealed, he can no longer be looked at with any level of incapacity or harmlessness (not that he really could before, but I don't really know how to describe what I'm thinking of in any other way), yet he reverts back to his normal self. he may be more assertive of his power over her, his word may have a sharper edge to them, but he will still play his role as her obedient servant, while she suffers the stresses of it all.

its this forced 'trust' Alicent is forced to reenter that will keep him at her side up until the end of it (I believe they separate when he is to smuggle Maelor out of the city, but I'm not sure if/when Maelor will be brought into the city, so we'll see how that goes) and I think that dynamic will be equally awful as it is interesting to watch play out.

[itsashowtime]

What kind of personality does Toshi have and what backstory?

I am still in the process of fleshing out his story but! Here's what I have so far...

(Art by: Aixen )

Japanese Name: 時紫 雨花

Surname: Toshi 時紫 (violet hour)

First Name: Ukuwa (rain flower)

Alias: White Rabbit (By most), Eighty-Six (By Sho after they breakup) 

Birthday: June 8

Age: 19

Gender: Cis Male

Height: 190cm (6'2")

Noise Form: Jackalope Cantus

Trivia/facts:

I designed him next to Rindou so they looked super hot together but then Shou swiped him like the asshole he is - I have yet to play Neo so maybe UkuRin will be able to recover but rn the Shou living rent free in my brain doesn't seem to want to share

I made Ukuwa's motif Hydrangea after a trip to the Hydrangea Shrine.

He's extremely picky about food and drink tempretures, like, it has to be just right or he'll tear you a new one

Loves Chai flavour

Every barista's nightmare, he'll yell at you if you don't pay attention to his laundry list order

He fiddles with his ear piercings when he's nervous

He thumps his feet like a rabbit when he's pissed

The neediest fucking bottom

Personality

A hardworking, judgemental and esteemed horologist. Time means everything to Ukuwa and he always seems to be in a rush! He is nicknamed 'Shibuya's White Rabbit' since he is often spotted dashing around the streets mumbling about schedules.

Ukuwa is strict and harsh but especially towards himself. He hates relying on people and prefers to get things done on his own. He is extremely counter dependent. If absolutely necessary, he takes extreme care in picking who to have around. He mostly sees people as tools for his own convenience. He calls people 'cogs'.

He has a very good eye for art and is passionate about design. He doesn't get excited often but when it comes to art, that is the one time his eyes light up.

Ukuwa's character arc is about slowing down and embracing the moment, being able to acknowledge your progress, allowing yourself to accept help and allowing friendships with unconditional love to blossom.

Backstory

tldr; He is the CPTSD haver ever - Trigger warning for: child abuse, neglect, divorce

An only child who did not have his emotional needs met. Ukuwa was raised by an abusive, alcoholic father who was a electronics technician and a neglectful mother who was a highschool teacher. Both his parents had high expectations towards him right away. Failure to perform with the best outcome would result in: solitary confinement + hitting/whipping as punishment whether that be in school, house chores, or even going out. He has scars all over his hands as a result which is why he wears gloves all the time.

Ukuwa would be locked in an empty room after a rough beating to 'reflect on his actions' for hours, his only company being clocks. This is where his obsession with clocks started. Curious and bored, Ukuwa would start to disassemble clocks at a young age to figure out their workings. One could’ve gone insane, but Ukuwa was grateful that the clock would tell him when the pain was over and he could see the light again.

His parents divorced when he was in middle school, both of them getting newer partners with other children. This applied extra pressure onto him to perform well. Unfortunately, Ukuwa was often casted aside in favour of his step/half siblings. He is desperate to prove that he isn't a burden. In fact, that's a really big fear of his.

Ukuwa functions on guilt and shame. His fear of being a burden and a failure is what causes his workaholicism and lack of care towards himself. He pushes forward and only forward. He does not allow himself to rest. Time only moves forward, and so he wants to move only forward too.

This means that he's chronically counter dependent and refuses help when it is offered. He avoids connecting with people unless it's absolutely necessary and for business purposes. Because one less person to be around means one less person to be a burden and disappointment to.

Ukuwa saved up a lot as a child just to move out and to escape his family. Once he graduated from high school, he immediately moved out to Tokyo and has been living in a sharehouse.

He currently attends a college of jewelry in Shibuya, learning how to make clocks of all kinds. He is obsessed with Il Cavallo Del Re and dreams to design clothes and watches for them.

Now, I don't usually have my OCs getting TOO involved in canon but this is sort of an exception (though Ukuwa does not effect TWEWY mainplot) *puts hands together* So where does he fit into TWEWY? WELL-

One day, when he was rushing around mumbling about time and being late, he got caught up in a sinkhole and he dies. (Haha, ironic bc of his nickname which references the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland) He was already feeling terrible because his clock design didn't get included in this competition he had participated in.

But he lands himself in one of Minamimoto Shou's earlier Reaper Games. At this point, Shou hasn't discovered Taboo bullshittery. This game takes place a while before Neku comes along.

His entry fee was his concept of time. This means that he cannot even see the timer on his phone and can only recieve missions. Ukuwa is hyper vigilant (thanks cptsd). That means he's extra sensitive to light and sound. He has several clocks on him with different 'voices' that soothes him. Suddenly, he can't hear them anymore and that throws him off real bad.

He gets grabbed by a straight-for-pay lesbian hostess and party girl, Hana, admist the panic of Day 1. She grabs him because he looks 'reliable' and wealthy. (she was wrong. Ukuwa is gay and he only looks wealthy because the clothes he wears is what he designed and he's good with his hands)

Hana forms a pact with him, wanting to take advantage of him like she usually does with men because she treats them like wallets. Her entry fee was money, so she cannot spend money throughout the game and has to rely on stingy Ukuwa. Ukuwa has to rely on Hana to keep track of the time.

They start off pretty rocky at first because Ukuwa doesn't have patience for her antics and Hana gets frustrated by how Ukuwa is so careful with how he uses his money and how he doesn't seem to know how to have fun.

Ukuwa's pysch is cryokinesis. Because you know. Time has literally stopped for him. He can summon icicles and walls of ice. Hana has immense strength and smacks the shit out of noise with her purse. They become quite a good team throughout the week.

Ukuwa starts to enjoy the moment instead of trying to push forward and ignore his feelings, and Hana learns that partying and drinking won't solve all of her problems.

Tldr, he falls in love with Shou so hard and he already struggles with feelings of uselessness in the RG so he ends up becoming a reaper. Their relationship happens very quickly and it's veeeery toxic (but that's what makes it tasty)

If you wanna know the deets about UkuShou-

Ukuwa x Shou

Ukuwa is immediately intruged by Shou's trash heaps. The symbolism and the cynycism towards humans speaks out to him. It's the first time he really feels connection towards someone. The precision of the trash, how it's held up so sturdily and is obviously so deliberate is impressive to him. Hana tries to snag a piece of trash that looks useful as a weapon and Ukuwa yells at her and puts it back. He calls it an art installment.

He doesn't know that Shou is the artist behind the heaps. Not until the trash cat turns up anyways. He actually finds Shou insufferable and annoying at first. The yelling into the megaphone is pretty triggering to him and he doesn't hesitate to throw an icicle at Shou. When he finds out that Shou is the artist though, he can't help but grow more and more curious.

When Shou hears Ukuwa praising his art, he's pretty confused at first. He normally doesn't care if measly humans can't understand his art's brilliance and beauty, so hearing Ukuwa reading his piece like a book is different and a little unsettling. One part of him is happy? But the other part of him just doesn't want to admit that he's understood.

So throughout the week, he makes more unhinged art pieces and challenges Ukuwa to guess the symbolism and he denies how correct Ukuwa is every time. It's annoying how bright Ukuwa looks when he talks about his art. But it's also really endearing too.

Anyways, Shou grows curious about Ukuwa and it's a running theme that he tries to interrogate him in closed spaces like alleyways, the phonebooth of love (where they share their first kiss) and changing rooms. They bicker, argue, talk about art, the mission, etc.

Ukuwa is a stupid baby gay and he starts seeing Shou as a person and he starts to understand and speak in maths lingo too. Shou becomes so fascinating and beautiful to him so he makes the extra effort to get to know him. He has the biggest crush and Hana notices too- Even trying to set them up in her own silly way.

I should prolly mention that I hc that Shou is colourblind and has protanomaly colour blindness (weak to red/green) and like.

Shou vision Ukuwa is vibrant and pretty it's insane.

I fully agree with Kiga's Shou HC and I think Shou had his art criticized in the past due to his questionable colour choices which lead to him making more sculpture stuff than paint. ANYWAYS-

Shou eventually accepts that he is understood by Ukuwa and by the time it's day 7, he realizes that actually, he kinda doesn't want Ukuwa to die in his hands. Luckily, Shibuya's Reaper's Game rules at this point aren't exactly solid yet and Shou being Shou finds loopholes. On the last day, there are a few surviving duos that reach the top of Pork City to fight Leo Cantus. This is when Ukuwa tosses humanity right out the window and he essentially erases all remaining players aside from himself and his partner Hana.

He's under the impression that one of them will have to die so he tells Shou that he'll gladly 'give him his movement' and die in his hands, but Shou cannot bring himself to do that and asks him to stay and add art to this world with him.

Tldr, thanks to the loophole of mission mail wording, Ukuwa is able to become a reaper and the two become even more inseparable.

They are very horny and very obsessed with each other. Ukuwa drops everything for love. Unfortunately, Ukuwa is a needy bitch and he relies on Shou for his dopamine. Shou is a free spirit and he likes his space so the relationship falls apart after a few months.

Ukuwa is actually the one that dumps Shou because he was 'five minutes and twenty three seconds late to our date'.

This hurts Shou's pride a lot because how DARE he get dumped. But here's the thing- they keep banging anyways. They are like magnets. And Shou is SO smug about it too. Because Ukuwa is in denial about still having feelings but he keeps going back!

I have yet to play NEO but after Shou dies in TWEWY Ukuwa acts like a fucking widower and he has a relapse with his workaholism. Kariya really helps him loosen up and enjoy the moment.

When Shou is revived in NEO, Ukuwa is like a sobbing mess. I imagine by then, Ukuwa has grown as a person more and he has learnt to give Shou space so they end back together. Shou also learns to have some empathy and stop being so selfish and finally apologizes (shocking) and they get back together. With their bond stronger than ever, they end up having a daughter (light puck baby) named Miu who is almost as unhinged as they are. She LOVES physics. She's a genius. And also a super powerful angel but I'll explain that another day LOL

[bluejay-writes]

MysticTober 2024 - Day 16: Look a this Photograph

Rating: G Prompt: Zen/OC & Theatre WordCount: 1720 Summary: Autumn finally makes it back to Korea to watch her childhood best friend act her favorite role. But will Zen even remember her? Author's Notes: (Yes, it is a day late. You caught me.) I've been sitting on this concept awhile. It's also a callback to Day 6's fic "I knew him", honestly they're probably the same timeline. I'm a huge fan of these idiots. I'll probably write more about them later.

“Zen! Two minutes to curtain.”

The actor smiled, placed a kiss on his fingers and then touched the faded photo tucked into his dressing room mirror. It was his pre-show ritual, sending his love to his best friend before he took to the stage to become someone else entirely.  He hadn’t seen her since grade school, when her family moved overseas. Hell, he hadn’t heard from her even, they didn’t have cell phones back then, and even if he had… there was no way her parents would have allowed her to stay in touch. They disapproved of their friendship from the very first day. Even after her parents divorced, her father had been even more adamant that they not associate with each other.

In hindsight, Zen knew that he’d been in love with her. Puppy love. Ten-year-old love. But that didn’t make it less, in his eyes. Knowing her had helped him feel his way through so many roles.  This role had been her favorite character in any play - he’d heard the soliloquies so many times from her on the playground, while she was trying to put on an old english accent and just sounded pretend posh instead. He hadn’t cared, then, happy to play along with whatever scene she’d bring up, even if it meant playing Ophelia to her Hamlet.

He’d auditioned for Hamlet every single time there was a show. It was his very first audition, and it may have taken years, but he finally landed the starring role.  She’d never know, but that was fine. This role is for her.

Autumn fidgeted in her seat.  Thanks to her contact with one of the Directors at C&R, she’d managed to reserve a seat in one of the boxes, the perfect view of the stage. Rested on her lap was a bouquet of flowers she’d picked out especially, knowing just how sensitive to scents that Hyun had been when they were young. Beautiful, but not overwhelming.  Coming to this show had been a risk, but one that she couldn’t avoid.  Her father had been adamant that she not come back to Seoul after they’d moved, but he would never explain why.  If she tried telling him that she was going to come out for one of Zen’s shows, he would alternate between getting angry and simply scheduling something that she couldn’t weasel her way out of over top of it.  Now that she was a grown woman, however, there was nothing he could do to stop her.  Sure, he’d protested her going “overseas” by herself, but he couldn’t really argue when she had a full itinerary planned out, most of which was business contact work with a few “leisure times” planned, like this one.

She took a deep breath, wondering if the other seat in the small box would fill - and after a few moments her curiosity was rewarded by the Director himself coming in and settling next to her. “Good evening, Miss Jones.” He raised a single eyebrow at the flowers, but did not immediately ask about them. “I couldn’t reserve simply half the box, and I’d hate to see the ticket go to waste.”

“Good evening to you as well, Mr. Han.” Autumn smiled.  “Ah, so that is why you asked if I was bringing a second person?” She hadn’t considered that he might need to reserve the entire box. Ah well, being a fan of the theatre wasn’t something that she’d be looked down on for, here at least.

“Indeed.” He said with a small smile. “I am pleased you did not have a companion tonight, as I had been hoping to make time to see this particular show again.”

“Again?” Autumn was surprised. Hamlet wasn’t that popular, despite being Shakespeare, that someone of his caliber would make time to see it twice in a single run.

“One of my personal friends is a cast member.  I find the serious tone of the Shakespeare work suits their fine acting abilities better than the romances and modern dramas they’ve been cast in of late due to their looks. Dare I suggest you might also be here to see a specific performer?” He gestured to the flowers on her lap and she smiled, knowing he’d bring them up at his earliest opportunity.

“Yes, a friend I haven’t seen since I was a child. My business finally brought me here while he was performing.”

The lights dimmed, and Mr. Han smiled and gestured to the stage. “Enjoy, Miss Jones. I know I will.”

Intermission rolled around, and Zen emptied his water bottle, his mind spinning.  He’d managed a glance up at the boxes, like he usually did during that scene. He liked to know when his friends were going to surprise him at the stage door, but today was different.  He could tell immediately that Jumin had reserved his usual box, but the person with him had bright bright red hair.  Seven had never come with Jumin to a play, and the only other person he knew with hair that particular shade of red lived halfway around the world.  He supposed it was possible that Jumin was on a blind date with someone unfortunately fortunate enough to have that particular shade of red hair, or that he’d gotten Seven to attend by letting him wear one of his girly cosplays, but… Ugh. It was getting to his head. Why did he look at the boxes again? Oh right. Not being surprised by the RFA. At least there wasn’t a mop of blonde up there. Yoosung liked to surprise him by tackling him with a hug. The paparazzi loved to speculate about their relationship. At least Jaehee managed to talk him out of it when she was there. For his reputation. But then he got double hugs at the next meeting, so at least he wasn’t hurting the boy’s feelings too badly.

.

Autumn looked to her box-mate when the lights came up for intermission. Before she could say anything, he spoke. “You’re here for Zen.”

She felt her cheeks go pink, and cursed her pale, freckled skin. “I am.”  There was no point in denying it, the man could follow her to the stage door and get the answer that way if he wanted to.

“I didn’t know Zen kept in touch with any of his childhood friends.”

Autumn considered for a moment and then came to the only conclusion that made sense with the information that she had.

“Zen’s your personal friend then, Mr. Han?”

He smiled, and nodded. “Call me Jumin, if you would. I don’t feel a need to be formal in a social outing.”

She laughed at that. “Very progressive of you. You may call me Autumn, if you’d like.  Just don’t think that’ll distract me from the fact that you know Zen. How is he doing? Thriving, I hope.”

“Hm.” Jumin said, a soft thoughtful sound, more a placeholder than anything else. Autumn didn’t expect him to tell her much of anything, she was a stranger who only claimed to be a childhood friend, after all. “I would say he’s doing well, but he doesn’t say a lot about himself, for as much as he talks about himself.”

Autumn smiled sadly. So he still had that mask on after all this time?  She’d seen it around their parents when they were younger, but he’d at least been able to be his joyful, free self around her back then.

“Sounds like Zen.” She said quietly, as the lights once again dimmed for the play to resume.

Zen was exhausted. It had been a great show, closing night, and he just knew there would be a mob at the stage door tonight.  He was half tempted to pull Jumin into a paparazzi-breaking kiss just to get himself out of having to deal with all of the people.  But he respected his friend far too much to endanger his reputation just to get out of one night of handshakes and autographs.  Maybe he’d be up for a late dinner, or… no, he was probably here with a date. He couldn’t rely on Jumin to get out of this one.  He slipped his trademark coat on, and then tucked his lucky photo back in his pocket. Time to face the music.

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Autumn bounced on her toes.  Next to her, Jumin chuckled. “You’re nervous. Don’t be. He’ll be here. He knows better than to run off on nights I’m here.”

Autumn gave Jumin a look.  This may not have been only the second time he saw Hamlet.  Did he just have that box reserved for the whole season? The whole show run?  She would likely never know, as it would be wildly impolite to ask.  They hung back, letting the fans who’d come out get their time with Zen before they monopolized his attention.

Eventually, the crowds had thinned out, and they stepped up to where Zen was casually leaning against a railing, waiting for Jumin with an eyebrow raised. “Jumin Han.” He greeted, when they were close enough. Autumn might have been hiding behind the flowers a bit. She was so nervous, even though Jumin told her she didn’t need to be. She hadn’t seen Hyun in a decade. She was terrified that he wouldn’t want to see her again, or wouldn’t recognize her after so long.

“Zen. Miss Jones here has some flowers for you.”  Not “My companion” or “business associate” even, he was carefully not laying any claim, Autumn noticed. Interesting.

Autumn held out the flowers, revealing her face as she did so. There was nowhere left to hide.

Zen took a preparatory breath before taking the flowers, and even then he noticed they were surprisingly not fragrant.  Had Jumin helped her choose, or… Wait a damn minute.

“Autumn Jones as I live and breathe.” Zen said, tearing up.  He handed the flowers blindly to Jumin, and then was wrapping his arms around her in the tightest hug known to mankind, lifting her off of her feet and spinning her around.

“Been awhile, Hyun.” She said, her voice hoarse from tears, but also full of laughter.  Why did she think he wouldn’t recognize her?  She shut her eyes against the oncoming tears just in time, as they were bombarded with hundreds of flashes from paparazzi cameras.

Gossip Weekly: Zen dating? It’s more likely than you think. People: Revealed: Jumin’s Fiance A! News: Mystery Woman to break up Zen/Jumin? Fans cry out “Get your claws off our Zenjumin!” The Daily: Love Triangle Woes: Will the mystery woman choose Zen’s fame, or Jumin Han’s money? The Herald: Who is the mystery woman? The Times: Mystery woman unmasked; Who is Autumn Jones? Business Weekly: Autumn Jones back in Korea? What does this mean for C&R? SK Money: Possible merger between C&R and Jones Financial has stock traders worried.