#also if you're reading this go draw a tiger. it's hard but it's fun i had a good time

[skrunksthatwunk]

look sometimes you hang out with your underling's many cats after a sparring match and learn new things about him

[tubbypeddle]

May I request a platonic/queerplatonic matchup for JJBA and One Piece? (No Dio, Kira Part 4, or Doflamingo please)

I am 26 years old, autistic, and schizoaffective, I am on meds that allow me to function from day to day and am living my best life. 

I’m a feminine presenting nonbinary person and I go by they/them pronouns. I’m 5’7 ft, have tan skin, dark brown eyes, and wavy, brown hair. I have a curvy body type with stretch marks on my hips and stomach I lovingly call my “tiger stripes”. My default outfits consist of hoodies/sweaters, basketball shorts, joggers, and graphic tees or something of equal comfort. 

I am aromantic allosexual with a preference for individuals that are masculine. 

Personalitywise, I’m an introverted leaning ambivert, I do my best to push myself to be a better person than I was yesterday. I am very emotionally open and vulnerable to those I trust, but said trust is hard earned and some trust is reserved only for specific individuals (i.e what I trust my Mum with is different than what I would trust my siblings/best friend with). I love learning new things and always remain curious with the world around me. I am creative and imaginative; I have lots of ideas swirling in my head though I do my best to work and finish one at a time. I have a hard time with small talk but could talk people's ears off about and exchange special interests.I also love teaching and being taught and am patient. It takes quite a bit to get me mad, but when my threshold is reached it’s “take no prisoners”. 

I despise willfully ignorant/vulgar/bigoted people. Yelling, loud cars, and motorcycles feel like an attack on my nervous system and a way to bypass my patience and tick me off is teasing someone about their appearance or things they can’t biologically control (past bullying trauma), I don’t care if it was “just a joke” Brad, get a better sense of humor or I’ll run you over with my electric bike. 

I’m scared of my friends leaving me behind, treating me like a second class friend, or otherwise losing interest in me in favour of a romantic partner (no hate on the partner, my usual thought process is two friends for the price of one but what pans out is usually not the case 🙁) and of course heights. 

My hobbies include writing, reading, drawing, swimming, travel, baking, karaoke, and crafting.

I love gifting my loved ones with things that pertain to their interests and coming up with fun things that I could do with them (Taking them to a carnival, comic con, waterparks, baking together, etc.). I am also very affectionate and I love, love, love cuddles, the deeper the pressure the better. Kisses are Very Noice™ too. 

Sunshowers and flurries are my favourite types of weather, I love anime/animated shows/movies, raspberries and rain are my favourite scents, and I have collections ranging from plushies to enamel pins to ita bags to action figures.  I would prefer someone who can be my rock when I’m not doing my best and is patient with and does their best to understand me. In return, I will be their companion, their friend, their confidante. I will accept their authentic self as they do me and be the one they can always come back to, who will always put in the effort, me, their dear platonic partner. 💛

Hello!! I'm so sorry for the ridiculously long wait! And thank you for sending this in! I'm going through a horrible a burnout right now, so I worked on this as much as I could without breaking down ;-;

Now, while I had the time, I thought long and hard about who would be your ideal friend! And maybe partner for life, queerplatonic or not, if you're up for it.

(author's note: I apologize if they're out of character ☹ I feel out of character myself. I hope you enjoy it anyway 🫂 and as always, credits to gif owners, gifs are not mine)

We'll start off with this one.

You find yourself in a world of Stand users. Of Hamon and vampires and devils whose evil is beyond our comprehension.

There's one man who's perfect for you. Your perfect friend.

Mohammed Avdol

Starting off with that which is most obvious, he does not seem to care much about your physical body. Not in a way that he finds you ugly, or that he doesn't like it.

He just never comments anything negative about it.

In the most positive way possible, Avdol does not care what you look like.

If you're looking for compliments from him, he'll dish them out happily. He does not mind showering you with affection and compliments if you want it. But what you look like isn't the first thing that comes to his mind when he thinks of you.

Since you're so personality driven, he's very happy to help you as much as he's able. He wants to see you at your best, and he wants to accompany you on your journey to that version of yourself.

You wouldn't have to worry about him making insensitive jokes. He's rather proud of how much effort he puts into being as inclusive and as inoffensive as possible.

He enjoys listening to your ideas, about anything that comes to your mind. Avdol is happy to listen, and even give some of his own ideas and suggestions for your infodumps, perhaps. If you're willing to hear.

He's also quite fond of your very curious personality. He enjoys learning, and will make time in his day to just sit and learn anything you want with you. To keep your company, and to make you happy.

Avdol, despite being very easy to become heated, is a very steady and stable man. He will be your comfort, your rock when you need someone to keep you grounded. Just as fire can be wild and uncontrollable, it can also be tame and warm and comforting. The hearth in your home.

You want patience? This man is made of that stuff. I mean, if he can deal with Polnareff and Joseph on that adventure? I'm sure he can handle someone as comparably docile as you.

Every single gift that you give him, he keeps it. Anywhere he can think of. If he's able to, he'll even display them in his home. There's something about your gifts being presented in his most intimate spaces that's so special. He wants reminders of you when he's most comfortable. As an assurance, perhaps. Or a comfort.

Cuddles are the best with him. He runs warm because of his Stand and his abilities, so they hit especially harder on colder nights. His favorite cuddling position is him just plopped on top of you, like he's a big weighted blanket.

He understands trust is a very tricky thing to balance with people. He's okay with not knowing every single little thing about you, if you so wished to keep some things from you. He just wants you to be comfortable around him, and if that means keeping some things from him, that's fine with him.

honorable mentions! Part 6 Jotaro

You're so charming to him. Captivating in a way he hasn't seen since his wife. He finds himself a little too attached to you, which may scare you off.

That's Jojo's done!

Onto One Piece.

You find yourself sailing across the sea. Or maybe you're on an island, made of candy, or made of ice and lava. Of rock and sand.

Wherever you are, there's one man who finds himself particularly interested in you.

Trafalgar Law

He's a loyal loyal man. Once he's decided you're his friend, you're his friend forever.

Post time skip is probably the best era of Law for you. Post time skip, he smiles and laughs less, but it's not impossible for him to be amused at all. His favorite activities with you tend to be

He finds you very charming, similar to how Jotaro does. You're short (compared to him, at least), and feisty, and know yourself well enough to be clear about your boundaries. He appreciates that. He likes when people are clear about themselves and their intentions. It's why he's such good friends with Luffy.

Hi friendship with you isn't the same as it is with Kidd and Luffy though.

With them, he's competitive. Dangerous. Downright vicious with them, in the most affectionate way possible. (You know, as is the One Piece way)

With you, he's a little bit softer. A little bit more physically affectionate. His only examples of showing love that he can bring himself to remember are his parents, and how Corazon treated him. He doesn't remember much of his parents' tendencies anymore, it's been so long. But he could never forget how Corazon treated him.

He often finds himself repeating Corazon's actions to you.

Maybe he's a little mean sometimes, a little firm with you. But it comes out of the softness of his heart.

He wants you to be safe. He doesn't want you to get hurt because of him and his pirate lifestyle.

Should you find yourself insisting to come with him aboard the Polar Tang, he'll be very against it. He appreciates and even likes that you want to prove your strength, and stay by his side. But he just cannot risk losing you. He's lost too many people already.

He might be a bit tense when it comes to any sort of soft physical affection, initially. It doesn't take long for him to soften, though. He melts with your touch, honestly.

Trust also doesn't come easily to him, so it comes as a surprise to him when you open up to him so easily. (To him, at least, it seems easy. because he has issues up the wizzow)

He's careful to keep your trust in him, cradling it as if it were the most precious gem in the world. He opens up to you slowly, and it's easy to scare him off. He's like a stray.

Just as he's patient with you, please be patient with him.

He's damaged, and lost a little too much in his life to know how to open up so easily.

He takes your gifts easily. He loves being gifted things, even if it flusters him beyond belief. He hasn't been gifted things very often throughout his life, so he'd forgotten it was a thing that people did.

honorable mentions!! Luffy

Luffy is easy to be friends with, because he will just straight up take you hostage if you refuse the first time. He sees you and immediately thinks, "I must be their friend."

I am so sorry this came out so so late. I don't feel very good, I think it's a depression episode, but I DID IT!!!!!

I hope you enjoyed this one 🫂

[sillyrabbit81]

Syverson & Vixen

Summary: Captain Syverson retires from the Army and takes an extended vacation. He wasn't planning on falling in love. Then he meets Vix, an unlucky in love tattoo artist at a party. Do they have what it takes to make it?

Pairing: Syverson x OFC

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Swearing, Daddy Kink, smut, violence, assault

Authors note: I hope you enjoy my version of Syverson. Thanks for reading.

Masterlist

Part 16 Part 18

Part 17

Victoria

As I walked down the hall, my hair was grabbed, and my head yanked back. I reached behind my head, grabbed the arm with both hands. I moved my body to the side, bent at the waist and walked backwards until I was behind my attacker. I held his arm tight and lifted it until he leaned over and let go of my hair. Then I twisted his arm until it turned at the elbow, and I forced it up to his back until...

"Red," Sy said, and I let go of his arm. He rolled his shoulder in his socket. "You're getting better at that one, Vix. I think I'll make a tiger out of my Kitten yet."

I warmed inside at his compliment. A couple of weeks ago, Sy started to play a game with me. I rolled my eyes and thought it was stupid initially, but it had actually been fun. The first week he said he would teach me some self-defence moves he had learned in the army. We practised them all last week. This week he had laid surprise attacks on me to see if I could use them in real-life situations.

As I said, it sounded stupid, but it was surprisingly fun. I knew I had no hope of actually beating him, but the competitive part of me wanted to try. I wanted to see the look on his face if I did, then have him manhandle me back under his control.

Sy taught me other self-defence techniques. The first thing was if they can't get you, they can't hurt you. He showed me how surprisingly far away, you need to be from someone to make sure they can't reach out and grab you.

He complimented me on the thumbs in the eyes I used against Macca and said to use it again if I need to. Sy said, if you can get an elbow or fist to the nose and hit it hard enough, the attacker will probably let you go for a moment as a reaction to the pain.

I mean, don't get me wrong, the whole thing felt silly and almost pointless. I'm not a very petite girl, I'm average size and height, but I couldn't see myself actually using the techniques. Sy told me if all else fails, play along, let him think he has won and wait for an opportunity to strike. He said all I have to do is surprise him enough that he lets you go, then run as fast as you can.

Sy had also started driving me to work and picking me up. I resisted at first, but then he said, "I have nothing else to do. Why don't you let me pick you up, lil Kitten? It'll make your Daddy very happy, and you know what happens when Daddy is happy." I relented, obviously.

I'm glad we moved in together. It wasn't much different to before, but in some ways, it was. It had lead to other fun games and routines.

On our first morning together in our new home, I had to go to work, and the 'Noah chooses the panties' rule was born. After my shower, I'd come out, and he chooses my underwear each day.

It started as a joke. I was just out of the shower, ready to get dressed, and he was laying in the bed watching me as I pulled out five different pairs of underwear, looked at them and put them back.

"What are you doing, Vix?" Sy asked.

"I don't know. Some days I can't even decide which undies to wear, let alone what clothes."

"They're panties, and no one's going to see them." He gave me his silly grin. "Except me."

I sighed, agitated, "why don't you pick them then?"

I had been joking, but Noah had gotten up, his grin was gone, and he just looked horny. He came up behind me, his breath warm on my neck and looked over my shoulder into my draw. He looked at a few then picked up a black lace French cut pair of briefs. He said in his deep, commanding, Daddy voice, "wear these, Kitten."

It was such a turn on. All day I thought about watching him fling little bits of lace around until he found the one he liked. Then his voice in my ear telling me to wear them. It made me hot all day, knowing that he would be home thinking about it.

Sy liked it too. He had sent me a text during the day. I can't stop thinking about those black panties. I'm picking again tomorrow, Kitten. So he had, every day since.

When Sy picked me up from work that first day, I could tell he was up to something. He put his hand on my lower back as we left, hurrying me along. He used his long strides to get to his car, and I practically had to run to keep up.

When we got in the car, he said, "open your legs Victoria and keep them open." He pulled my skirt up to my thighs and played with the rear vision mirror until he could see up my skirt as he drove me home.

By the time we got home, I was soaked through the underwear. Noah didn't wait until we got to our bedroom either. He instantly took me to the ground and fucked me on the entryway floor. He was primal, masculine and dominant, and I loved every second of it.

I also found that what underwear he picked for me often dictated how I felt in some strange way. When he chose cutesy, frilly lingerie, I felt playful and kittenish. If it was something white or more modest, I felt coy or coquettish. If he picked something dark, I'd feel seductive and sensual. If it was racy, like a few days ago when he found my crotchless underwear, I felt like an insatiable whore all day.

Today Sy had picked a pink g-string, or thong, as he called it. These were a nice mix between playful and racy. I found the matching bra and put that on with a black pencil skirt and pink cardigan, the buttons half done up, so it was only just covering my breasts.

I finished my make up and pinning my hair. "I'm ready, Noah," I called, standing at the door ready for him. He came out of the kitchen with his predatory smile, creasing his cheeks.

"God damn, you're a sexy thing, ain't you. Turn around." He said as he grabbed his keys and stood at the door. I turned around in a circle. I knew what was next. It had become our unofficial 'leaving the house for work' ritual.

"Show me, Kitten," Sy said. I lifted my skirt and showed him that I was wearing what he had picked for me. "Good girl," he said. "Give me some sugar." I kissed him softly on the lips. "Let's go."

I had settled into my new job pretty well. I was doing walk-ins mainly as it would take time to build a client base again. Repeat clients tended to be either be shop loyal or artist loyal. Most of the artist loyal ones followed me on social media, so I got regular jobs but not completely filled days as I had been.

The shop opened at 10 am, so I usually got to work around 9 am to prepare for the day. I checked my supplies and made sure my equipment had been sterilised. I checked my jobs for the day. I had an all-day booking, which was unusual, most people can't sit all day. He had also prepaid for the whole day. That was weird. Most people were asked to put a deposit, usually just $100 or so, but he had paid nearly $2000.

I shrugged. I've had far crazier jobs in my career. I grabbed a coffee, had a cigarette in the outdoor courtyard and waited.

Just before ten, I went back inside. Ally, the desk girl, called me over.

"Are they here already?" I asked her. "Shit, they're keen."

She points to the waiting room, and there was Robbo. Oh, Fuck.

"Hey Vix," he said. "Long time no see." He stood up and walked towards the counter that divided the work stations from the waiting area.

I was in shock, my hands shaking with fear and rage. Rob opened the half-door, and I snapped out of it. I pushed it back and locked it. I said, "what do you think you are doing, Rob?"

"Getting a few tattoos, Vix." He smiled at me. I used to think his smile was charming. Now it looked hideous and turned my stomach. I couldn't look at him.

"Ally," I said. "Give this guy his money back. I'm not working on him."

"Come on, Vix," Rob pleaded. He still made it sound like I'd be doing him a favour. "You know, we've always talked about tattooing me. Why would I go to anyone else to get it done? I've known you forever."

A few of the other artists looked at me to see what was going on. My boss had also come out. I did not want to explain this shit to them. I sighed and opened the latch and let him in.

The first tattoo wasn't so bad. It was a neo-traditional rose on his pec. I supposed Rob thought he was clever, knowing I'd have to see him with his shirt off. But after being with Sy, Rob looked so small and unappealing. Rob was a little taller than Sy but probably weighed 25kgs less. His body was lean and muscular but did absolutely nothing for me anymore. When I shaved the area I had to tattoo, it almost wasn't worth the effort. Rob had the complete opposite of Sy's warm hairy chest.

I quickly got lost in work. The buzz of the machines soothed me. As the work's familiarity overtook me, I almost forgot who I was tattooing. I was relieved that I had stopped shaking. The last thing I wanted was to have Rob come back for constant touch-ups. I did have the urge to run the needles really deep and rip his skin up, but I refrained.

A few hours later, I was finished. Rob seemed satisfied and immediately asked, "Shall we do the next one?"

I shook my head, "Nope, now I go get lunch. We can meet back here in 30 minutes."

"I'll take you somewhere nice for lunch if you want, Vix. I'm paying for your time, but it doesn't have to be spent tattooing." Rob winked at me. I felt sick and had to swallow down the bile that rose in my throat.

I kept my voice low and tried to keep the fear out of it. "I'm not a fucking whore who gets paid whether you fuck her or not. The only thing you're paying for is a tattoo. My time is mine." I grabbed my bag and walked away, "see you in 30."

I went to the Vietnamese bakery to get my usual pork roll. I wasn't hungry, but I had to eat. I knew how badly my concentration failed if I didn't. I took my sandwich back to the shop, hid in the staff only tea room, and forced myself to eat.

I looked at my phone. I wanted Noah so badly. I wanted his arms around me, and I wanted to feel his warmth and his love, to feel like everything was going to be ok because he was there. I couldn't call him, though. He would know something was wrong the instant he heard my voice. So I forced down half of the sandwich, had a couple of cigarettes and went back to Rob.

"Did you eat?" I asked him. Sometimes when people get tattooed, they faint, so when it's a big day like this, I always make sure they eat.

Rob was playing on his phone. "Yeah, I got a roll from a bakery a few doors down. A pork roll."

I looked at him and tried to read his expression. Was it a coincidence, or did he follow me there? Sy will be disappointed that I wasn't more aware of my surroundings.

I ignored it, figuring any response to Rob beyond the bare minimum would be seen as an invitation to chat. "Alright, what's next?" I asked.

"I still can't believe you don't remember talking about this before."

"Sorry I don't."

Rob pulled out of his pocket a ziplock bag with a folded piece of paper inside. "This is my next tattoo."

He flipped it over, and on the page, someone had kissed the page, and there was a bright red lipstick kiss. "I was going to get this on my lower stomach or my neck." It wasn't an unusual tattoo, but it creeped me out for some reason.

"Do you recognise it, Vix?" Rob asked. He is suddenly very close to me.

My veins turned to ice. No, they aren't my lips. Surely not. I shook my head.

"You should baby, they're yours," Rob cooed in my ear. I could feel my lunch rising.

I shook my head, "I don't remember Rob. Look, Rob, I'm tired. I'm done for the day, ok?"

Rob moved like a snake. His hand gripped my cheeks, his finger digging deep into my skin. He backed us both around a corner into the staff only area, so the rest of the shop couldn't see us. He forced me to look at him. "I waited years for you, Vix, fucking years." His face was close to mine, his breath hot and gross. "Then you pretend you don't know what happened between us. You think you can fucking tease me for years, let me in once, then shut up shop. Nah, Vix, not me."

I tried to remember what Sy taught me, how to get out of this, but nothing came to mind. Then I remembered, all I have to do is get him to let me go. Sy's voice was in my ear, "If you can't get away, sometimes it's a good idea to let them think they have won. Stop fightin' but watch and wait for your chance."

"Rob, I'm sorry," I said, trying to make my voice soft and seductive. "I didn't know you felt that way." I covered his hand on my face with mine, and I caressed his fingers.

Rob released some of the pressure in his fingers, but I still couldn't get away. One of his fingers was in front of my lips. It turned my stomach, but I pressed my lips against it in what I hoped looked like a kiss. Rob's eyes closed, and his hand was nearly slack. With my heart thundering in my chest, I smacked Rob's wrist away with the palm of my hand and ran back into the shop.

"Hey, Vix, you ok?" One of the other artists asked as I went and stood near him. I felt the adrenaline pumping through me, and I started shaking again.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Javier," I said. Rob came round the corner. He was livid. "Rob was just leaving, weren't you, Rob?"

He put a huge fake smile on his face and said, "yeah, I was just saying 'see you soon' to Vix."

"See Ally on the way out. You're owed half of the fee," I said. If the shop didn't take half of what was charged, I would have given all his money back. I didn't want it.

"Keep it, babe," he said. He leaned in close so only I could hear and said, "after all, you are a whore."

I made sure he had left and texted Sy to pick me up.

Part 18

[awxward]

A3! Boys + My Stuffed Animals

Spring Troupe:

Sakuya

Gabriel

Gabriel is a small elephant with big ears that constantly make him fall over. He has a pink bowtie that says 'I Love You'

Makes Saku feel safe and Gabriel is a reminder to himself that he's loved and appreciated by everyone at Mankai.

Named after a friend from theatre class :)

Masumi

George Washington

George Washington is a tiger. He is small, but his arms are like those slap bracelets so you can wear him on your wrist (or let him hang on the side of shelf like I do).

So I got Georgy-Boy for easter 2020. i asked my friends for name ideas. They sent me stuff like 'Stripes'. I went offline for a few minutes and when I came back online I told my friends his name was George Washington.

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Me: tiger has a name now

Friend: which name did you choose?

Me: his name is George Washington.

Friend: what the fuck. how'd you get George Washington?

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Pretty sure he got the name bc I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.

Citron

Daniel

Daniel is mostly pink but has other pastel colors that look like watercolors. He's a unicorn. And a ketchain. And he's one of those dream lites, so he lights up. (He's supposed too anyway, but he's never lit up since i got him like 7 years ago at a yard sale).

Named after Daniel Howell (formerly danisnotonfire) [YouTube]

Tsuzuru

Lucifer

Lucifer is a small panda pillow pet. Very easy to travel with bc he fits in most backpacks.

My mom told me she wanted me to have a stuffed animal with a biblical name, i picked him up, looked her in the eye and said "His name is Lucifer." My mom tried to protest. "You said a biblical name, Mom. Lucifer is in the bible."

Itaru

Pao(???)

Pao is a panda. They are also a phone holder thingy. Like it'll hold your phone if you're watching movies or whatever.

Like 5-ish years old. Got them from a friend. They have a tag with their name on it, but I read it once and then just called them "the panda" for some reason instead of their actual name and now the tag is too faded to read the name, but i am 38% sure it says Pao or something close to that.

Chikage

Tsuki

Tsuki is a dinosaur. Tsuki is a sparkly dino. He's green rn, but if you brush your hand over him, the sparkles turn over and he becomes orange. I like green tho bc his tummy and the bottom of his feet are orange and so are his eyes.

Named after Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)

Summer Troupe:

Tenma

Hinata

Hinata is a narwhal. A bright orange narwhal. Infact he is the same color as Tenma's hair.

Named after Hinata Shoyo (Haikyuu) [bc its the same color as his hair. there is a theme with this narwhal and the anime boys i associate with them]

Yuki

Steve

Steve is a regular teddy bear, except he has a shirt that has pikachu on it. (the shirt was originally Tsuki's bc i got tsuki at a friends build a bear bday party, but it fits Steve better)

I just think Yuki would try new designs/color schemes/styles by making clothes for Steve to see how they look.

I got Steve from a claw machine (my bf at time won him for me just before we watched Endgame together.)

Named after Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Muku

Eeyore

Muku most definitely loves the Winnie the Pooh movies and I will fite for this hc. He gets my Eeyore. You know how Eeyore's tail is always going missing or falling off??? Eeyore's tail comes off (velcro) but its attached to his actual body with a string so it cant be misplaced.

Eeyore has a patch that says "official disney store" but i got him for $3 at a thrift store.

Misumi

Sherlock

Sherlock is a polar bear. Sherlock is very huggable. He makes Misumi feel safe. He has a hat and scarf (that don't come off. they are sewn on him)

the hat has a pom pom on top and the scarf has a pom pom on each end. the hat and scarf and the bottom of his feet have a blue/white plaid pattern.

Kazunari

Victor

Victor is a puppy and the first big stuffed animal of mine on the list! He's all tan and abt maybe 3-4 ft long. Victor lays pretty flat so he's comfy to lay/sit on. I think Kazu would like sitting or laying on him when drawing. Probably has him on his bed so he's like a giant pillow.

Victor is from Toys R Us. I got him last August-ish from my Aunt and Uncle who found him at a thrift store and thought I'd like him.

Named after Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Kumon

PJ

PJ is a small white tiger. He is also a ball. He can fit in one hand. When Kumon is thinking or stressed or bored (etc) he just lays on his back and tosses PJ up into the air.

When Kumon is laying on the floor tossing PJ, Misumi sits on the bed closest to where PJ is and tries to grab him (but only if Kumon is in a good mood and okay with it) It's a fun little game they made up they like to play.

Pretty sure he was named after KickthePJ (YouTube)

liber pls give us a pic with all of autumn i am begging

Autumn Troupe:

Banri

Sammy

Sammy is another one of my large stuffed animals. He is also a puppy, but unlike Victor he is sitting instead of laying. He's abt 2-3 ft tall. His fur is the same color as Banri's hair. Great to squeeze at anytime, but very therapeutic when you're in a bad mood. Has a heart on his ear.

i got him abt 7 years ago. I had just finished spn season 2 and was upset abt the finale and had no way to start season 3.

Named after Sam Winchester

Juza

Tiggs

Tiggs is a beanie baby tiger. Tiggs is a little larger than PJ (and not a ball). He's a regular orange tiger instead of a white tiger like PJ. He'd buy Kumon PJ so they could have matching stuffed animals. Small and very comforting to just hold/hug.

Omi

Benedict (Ben)

Benedict, also known as Ben, is a small koala. Just a little bigger than Tiggs. He has a heart on one of his feet (i think the right one). very soft. very fluffy.

Named after Benedict Cumberbatch (Actor)

Taichi

Dean

Dean is my largest stuffed animal. He is a dark brown teddy bear that's abt 4-ish ft tall. He can be put in a corner and used as like a bean bag chair, or he can lay down flat and be a good pillow like Victor can.

It's very fun to just wrap around him and squeeze as tight as you can. Especially in when your in a bad mood. Very comforting to cry into.

I got him a couple years ago at a thrift store.

Named after Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sakyo

Lev

Lev is a lion abt the size of a regular teddy bear (maybe slightly larger). I got him a thrift store so he's slightly worn out from age. He's mostly a pastel dark yellow-ish tan and his mane is dark brown. very huggable.

He's the stuffed animal I sleep with. Smells nice all the time, like the fabric softener.

Named after Lev Haiba (Haikyuu)

Sakoda

Emotional Support Iron Man

So Iron Man is small and he sparkles. He will hurt you/someone if thrown hard enough. Sakoda likes heroes bc they remind him of Sakyo they look cool. I'd hc that he got Iron Man from Sakyo when he was younger and its one of his most valued possessions and goes everywhere with him (or stays with Azamo or Sakyo at the dorm. Maybe Izumi or a couple others are on the list of who can watch over Iron Man.) Very protective of it.

Got the emotional support part of his name from a friend.

She saw Eddie Redmayne on a movie cover (think it was The Danish Girl) and started freaking out bc she loved him. I handed her the Iron Man and the next day she thanked me and said he was an Emotional Support Iron Man and the name stayed.

Azami

[Emotional Support] Spooder-Mon

Sakoda knew Azami as a kid. He most definitely got him the Spider-Man so they could have matching plushies.

Spider-Man is square and has little blob hands doing the web thingy. The tag said travel pillow, but he probably just chills by Azami's bed. When needed, Iron Man will be placed next to him if Sakoda can't take Iron Man with him.

I brought him to school one day and we had a bio test and all the people sitting around me passed him around and gave him a pat for good luck. We all got good grades and then he was dubbed as Emotional Support Spooder-Mon, but the Emotional Support title isnt part of his name (unlike the Iron Man).

i wanted guy in the pic, but i also wanted tsumu and hiso in the pic so you get 2 pics for winter

Winter Troupe:

Tsumugi

Phil

Phil is a zebra. He is a pillow pet zebra. Like Lucifer, Phil is also easy travel size. The bottom half of Phil is pink, so I refer to him as my pink zebra.

I just think it'd be cute to have Tsumugi with a pillow pet ok. I also thought he'd probably have has Phil for many years (since he was a kid) and Tasuku most definitely brings up things from when they were kids and shit.

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Tasuku: you chose the pink zebra, and for what???

Tsumugi: its a very aesthetically pleasing pastel pink.

Tasuku: THERE WAS A DOG PILLOW PET RIGHT THERE AND IT WAS CUTER

Tsumugi: dont talk bad abt Phil.

the rest of mankai: ????????

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I got phil before I got Lucifer many years ago. He was old when i got him and he is very old now. I love him so much.

Named after Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) [YouTube]

Tasuku

Cap

Cap is a husky. He was won from a claw machine with Steve.

There's just something abt the grey and white that gave me Tasuku vibes. Also, Cap's eyes are abt the same shade of blue as Tsumugi's and Tasuku knows this bc they are in love. Very squishy when hugged and with the way he sits, you could make it look like he's guarding something.

Named after Captain America (Marvel)

Homare

Ushijima (Ushi)

Ushijima, also called Ushi, is the last of my giant stuffed animals. He is abt 2-3 ft tall (like Sammy) and has a tail abt the same length.

Ushi is a raccoon thats mostly hot pink. Ushi's eyes are also pink and just abt the same shade as Homare's hair, although Ushi's fur is brighter by a few shades.

Ushi hurts when thrown/swung hard enough. Very fun to hug bc he's filled with beans (like beanie babies) so unlike all my other giant animals, he doesn't have to be fixed/adjusted after everytime you squeeze him. The tail has cotton tho and makes a good pillow.

Homare would definitely just see a 3 ft tall hot pink raccoon and claim it with no explanation.

Named after Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)

Hisoka

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd (Vlad, Drac)

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd, who has many other names but usually goes by Vlad or Drac, is a vampire (surprise).

Vlad is a squishmallow thingy, and their tags say something abt them being able to be used as pillows, and thats why Hisoka gets Vlad.

Vlad is triangular in shape, with triangle ears, and triangle fangs, so I thought abt Misumi, but i figured Hisoka bc it's a pillow.

He's like the perfect travel size and he has a cape and a bowtie.

Named after Vlad the Impaler, the real life inspiration behind Dracula (my brother thought he was named after Vladmir Putin and I wanted to punch him for that but I was too busy laughing.)

Also named after Dracula, who was a vampire.

Idk where 'the 3rd' came from, but it's part of his name for forever.

Azuma

Sebastian

Sebastian is a dinosaur thats blue with a white tummy.

He's also a squishmallow, but he's bigger than Vlad by abt 2× as wide, so he'd be harder to carry around, which is why Hisoka got Vlad instead. Being a squishmallow means he looks more blob than dinosaur and i love it.

His tag said his name was Dominic or something, but I named him Sebastian before I actually checked the tag, so he's Sebastian.

Named after Sebastian (Black Butler) and Sebastian Stan (Actor)

Guy

Moriarty

Moriarty is my other polar bear. I got him with Sherlock and named him Moriarty bc Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis.

He's just a plain white bear thats very huggable and adorable. I usually have a bowtie on him bc it makes him look fancy.

Guy would like him bc he's plain white and very fluffy.

[reveltica]

Gone Blind

part iii

a/n: hello! you can now read this in ao3. The title is "Her Faith: Chapter I (Mondstadt)". I'll be constantly posting the rest of the story there instead but you could always come back here to see artwork of some scenes from my story.

i hope you find this story fun~

trigger warning: Cursing and blood

'...miracle that she's alive..'

'...blind?'

The voices fade in and out of her mind. What happened? Where was she? The last thing she remembered was that she was supposed to go to work this afternoon.

Ah, that must've been a dream. Surely, there's no way she was in Teyvat. There's no way she was chased down by Hilichurls. And there is no way in hell she would make a deal with the Devil!

She internally sighed in relief. Sometimes, her dreams could feel so real. But her relief was short-lived when she felt pain all over her body, mostly on the front of her head.

She groaned, alerting the people in the room with her. A girl rushed to her side, hushing her with a soft voice and telling her to take it easy. Iris tried prying her eyes open, but she couldn't, sensing something wrapped around her head.

'Easy there Iris, your eyes are still healing.' A familiar deep voice rang through her ears. She flinched and grunted in recognition and realization.

Ugh, so it wasn't a dream. I'm really here.

'Dantalion' she started, letting herself be assisted to sit up by the girl. She gave a quiet thank you and she made herself comfortable. 'Don't move too much, you're still healing.' Dantalion stated.

Iris scoffed and her mind reeled back to the events earlier. She couldn't believe it, she was in Teyvat. Made a deal with the Devil and possibly had lost her vision!

And what did she tell him? She doesn't mind being stuck there for a bit? She mentally kicked herself for telling him that. Of course she minds! She obviously doesn't belong there, she had a life.

And look at where that had gotten her. Blind. Blind for an escape.

But "seeing" that the damage had been done, she might as well roll with it. 'Miss Barbara, thank you for your service, but can we have a little moment to ourselves?'

Did he say Barbara?

'Why of course. Please, if you need anything please don't hesitate to call upon me or the other sisters. And may the Anemo Archon protect you.' Barbara replied before closing the door.

Iris immediately chucked a pillow to where she thought Dantalion was. 'I can't fucking believe that you're a demon! Ugh!' she groaned in annoyance. Dantalion just looked at her amusingly, trying to muffle his laughter through his fingers. Because Iris just threw the pillow through the air, nowhere near him.

'Alright, calm down tiger−'

'Calm down?! Are you fucking kidding me right now? Not only have I possibly sold my soul to the Devil, I am also blind!' She retorted. She was frustrated from all the hasty decisions and words she said.

'You'll continue to be blind if you keep on thrashing. Now hold still, I have something to do.' Dantalion said. Iris huffed and felt his presence near her. She heard him chant something unfamiliar. She felt the air around flowed and breezed around her head. Tingling sensation erupted in her eyes. The sensation slowly turned to a stinging pain that lasted for a few seconds.

She felt so much better, on the front of her head at least. Dantalion then helped her remove the bloody bandage around her eyes. She slowly opened them and she felt her heart leap from her ribcage.

She could see again! She was ecstatic, she was happy, she was overjoyed that she immediately cried for the first time in that world. After calming down, she turned towards Dantalion who was now wearing a cheeky grin.

She frowned, turned her head away and grumbled a small thank you. 'Huh? What was that? I couldn't quite hear you my dear.' He teased, cupping his hand over his ear to mock her.

'I said thank you...' much more quiet this time.

'What? Could please repeat that−'

'Ugh, I'm not repeating myself! I know you heard that in the first time!' Dantalion just laughed heartily while she was disgruntled. A second later she asked 'Why'd you helped me?'

Dantalion looked at her incredulously, arching an eyebrow. 'If I didn't give you your vision back, then how could you draw for me?' he said a-matter-of-factly. 'Oh right, yeah sorry'

'So, we really are in Genshin, huh?'

'Yup, we are.'

'Would we affect the original storyline of the game back in my world?' finally, the real question.

'Hmm, not really. This universe is already fixed*. The Teyvat we are in is a separate universe from the game itself since that one is still updating. Therefore, we wouldn't be affecting anything on your world's version of Genshin.' He explained, making Iris curious on how much he knows. 'And where did you get this, from a book from your library?'

She felt the bed dipped a bit since Dantalion sat down in front of her. Iris scooted away from him a bit, knowing full well that he is, in fact, a Great Duke of Hell. She was wary of course. Dantalion took note of this and chuckled.

'Yes, I am a demon−as you have already figured out−but not the kind your beliefs tell you I am.' He reassured her. 'Well, no. See, I am demon who could travel to any world I wish and record them for a book in my library. This is a new physical world for me to record but I could tell that this is a separate physical universe form the game back in your world.'

Iris nodded a bit, she stopped and saw her reflection on a mirror on the other side of the room. Instead of hazel brown, she saw different colors. She was confused and intrigued at the same time. Dantalion turned to where Iris was looking.

'Why−'

'Oh that? It's fine I just gave you the gift of Omniscience.' He clarified. Iris turned her head swiftly and her face scrunched up. 'Omni-what? And can I have my brown eyes back?'

'It's Omniscience, slowpoke.' Dantalion groaned, flicking Iris' forehead. 'You can activate and deactivate it whenever you wish. I gave you that gift so that whenever we encountered a new character, you would see who they are from the past. What their intentions are and if they are worthy to trust. I can't have my master be involved with sketchy people.' He huffed and crossed his arms.

Sketchy people? Like yourself? she thought and mocked him by arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms as well. Dantalion took the hint and was flustered. 'B-but, I'm already exempted aren't I?! I already pledged my loyalty to you by giving you my sigil!'

Sigil. Iris looked down at her hand. The pact mark etched on her skin, glowing in angry red. 'That reminds me, is that why you got your powers back?'

'Not all of it, just a quarter. enough to shapeshift and give you that gift.' He uttered with a hum at the end. 'That's why I need you to fill that book. Journal every magical property and then I could get my magic back.'

Iris sighed and nodded. She was now determined to accept this demon as her companion and do everything in her power to get his magic and get her back home. It all works out in both of their favors.

'Just don't do any funny business and break my trust alright?' she threatened.

Dantalion chortled and shook his head. 'Of course not! My honor as a Great Duke, I wouldn't even dream about it. But when push comes to shove, you can always break off the contract. Just slash the pact mark and it'll become null and void.' He said confidently. She just looked at him seriously, noises from outside their room could be heard.

The singing of the choir, chatters of people praying for guidance and the gentle breeze of the night passed by these fateful two. 'Alright I'll take you on your word.' She agreed and smiled.

'Of course! I am a demon of my word. You can trust me.' He encouraged, before falling down on the soft bed. Iris snorted and fixed her sitting position, to let him get comfortable.

'Really? It's still hard to hear the word "trust" coming form a demon himself.' She mused. Dantalion just groaned, lifting his hand and lazily waved her statement off.

'Oh just give it some time. You won't regret it.' He grumbled with a smile on his face. For now, she will trust him since he is the only one she could rely on going back home.

Besides, he couldn't do anything to harm her. She's practically his master.

Right?

Just then, she heard and felt her purse vibrate. She was surprised! Her phone was working? She scrambled to get her phone from her purse on the bedside table. She looked at it and saw that her notifications from her socials were still updating. The only thing that occupied her mind for the time being was:

'This is ridiculous.'

this universe is already fixed*

- meaning that the other nations are already established and because they really are not in the game itself. if they were, they would be swimming in code for months waiting for the next update. but the plot would still follow the original story of Genshin. i just wanted to clear that out, ehe.

rest of the story is here~

you might not find it in search but just type in 'reveltica' and you'll find it!

[juupajaa]

i will restrict for an amount of time, and then binge constantly for twice as long. with the thoughts im having im worried i might start purging.

do you have tips for maybe just prolonging the amount of time it takes before i start restricting again? im trying but its so hard, and i cant keep doing this. its making me gain weight which is making me feel worse

also glad to see you're back, hope you're feeling okay :)

Oh man that sounds like a hell cycle 💀 You might wanna take any or all of these approaches:

Avoid purging at all costs. It's addicting, it's physically devastating, it's causes irreversible damage, it's mostly useless as a weightloss method, and I'm sure you know all that already. I found the most useful way to resist purging is to think about your teeth and the damage you'd do to them. Teeth are something you can't hide or easily fix if you mess them up, so it can be helpful to remind yourself of your pretty little teeth and how they're begging you to not purge. Other good ways to avoid it is to drink something that would be awful coming up, like apple juice, soda, coffee, so you'll know that it just isn't worth it to go through with it (this kinda requires you to know what it feels like when any of these things are coming up but trust me, it's worse than sitting with a full belly). Another thing is to always take on some idle activity post-eating. I used to sit at the table for an hour or ½ after eating, filling crossword puzzles, drawing or reading a magazine, and my rule was that I couldn't get up or go to the bathroom until the time was up. That requires discipline but it gets easier with an activity you like to do.

Stabilise your eating schedule. What makes it easy to fall into the restrict/binge cycle is the mental and physical hunger we get from going from one extreme to another. Eating in a steady and predictable schedule will start healing both. Following a meal plan or at least a meal schedule is crucial. Not only can you stop thinking about food for once, but you're also healing your body from the rollercoaster it's been on with your ed. Things like following your own hunger cues come later, once your hunger cues start to normalize, but at first it's good to just trust a plan and be patient. If you want the meal plan I had in inpatient care, send me a DM and I'll give it to you. And remember, even if you can't always follow the plan 100%, 70% is good also. My nutritionist always told me it's the pattern that matters, not the exceptions.

Try out alternative coping skills and minimize unnecessary stress/anxiety. Since disordered eating is what we use to deal with stressful conditions and our anxieties, learning new coping skills is an absolute must if we ever want to start moving to the right direction. What coping methods suit you is hard for anyone else to say so you have to try them out and see what works. Remember, they're not necessarily supposed to make you feel all good or remove stress and anxiety completely, but they're supposed to make you cope and get through the hard times without going back to unhealthy coping mechanisms (such as disordered eating) Here's some handy pics you can save on your phone:

Keep going tiger, you're going to get to calmer waters one day and life's gonna be fun and you get to relax again ❤

[etlunainmorte]

"WHAT THE FFFUUUCCCKKK?!"

Christopher wailed helplessly for seemingly the sixtieth time that evening. He has been brought by an unknown force to many places he hasn't even seen, and in a space of only thirty minutes, it was safe to say that he has traveled all four or so corners, and nooks and crannies, of the planet Earth.

And now, he found himself standing at the edge of the cliff, staring down from a height where he could fall down, down, down into the deep, vast ocean where the waves crashed wildly, with no hope of coming back up alive.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" Christopher was truly about to stumble down when a strong hand grabbed his already wrinkled coat, saving him from his demise.

"I GIVE UP!" The doctor finally cried in defeat. "I GIVE UP!"

"Come again?" Came the threatening voice of the man behind him. The man who was responsible for all of these unwanted travels.

"I GIVE UP! I'M SORRY! I WILL NEVER INTERFERE AGAIN!"

"Ah, I can't quite hear you." Vergil simply answered. "The waves are too loud. But, where shall we go next? The Himalayas? The Amazon? Or perhaps the - ?"

"STOP! PLEASE! NOT THE HIMALAYAS AGAIN! I'M SORRY!" Christopher cried helplessly. "I'LL,... I'LL GIVE THE NECKLACE BACK. JUST,... PLEASE! BRING ME BACK HOME!"

"And you swear it?"

"YES! YES!"

"Very well." Vergil replied, and after another slash of the Yamato, Christopher and him were back to Swan Lane in mere seconds.

Christopher collapsed on the ground, almost worshipping the dirty asphalt for seeing and feeling it once more. Then, fishing the necklace from his pocket, he turned around to see the eldest son of Sparda looking down at him.

"Here, man, take it!" Christopher said as he handed the trinket back to Vergil.

"And I hope you learned your lesson." Vergil spoke as calmly as he could as he took the thing from Christopher's hand. He knew that the man would have no reason to lie now, and should he find him doing it again, he'll take it upon himself to make him face even greater consequences than ever before ( he was strongly debating whether to leave the doctor on an indigenous island tribe who still used poison darts to assault invaders but, he took mercy upon him and avoided the place altogether ).

"Yes! Yes! I swear I will be good!"

"Very well, then." Vergil nodded, then turned on his heel.

Christopher waited for Vergil to disappear and only then did he finally try to get up. Thinking with gusto on what to have for breakfast ( for it was, indeed, almost morning ), he simply walked back home without calling for a taxi ( luckily, he didn't drop his cellphone on the way to Nairobi ). Opening the door and going straight to his kitchen, he opened his fridge and found,...��nothing.

Thinking that his eyes might only be tired from seeing too much within a single night, he closed the fridge and blinked several times. Then, he opened the fridge once more. Still nothing.

"What,... the hell?" Christopher muttered under his breath.

His hunger almost consuming him, he began ransacking the shelves for anything to eat, anything at all. But, it was useless.

Someone stole all of his food!

Collapsing on the chair, he tried to stifle his screams of frustration as he grabbed fistfuls of his hair when he saw a piece of paper on the table right in front of him.

Curious, he grabbed the paper and read the words written on it.

Kittee an I ate all yer foods

It was yummee

Bydawei (Y/N)'s pupels tot me da alfebet last kreesmas and I learnt how ta wraite

Thankz fer da meal!

Yum yum yum

- Griffin

Can we go bak next time? Da mufens r hella delishas! Will bring Nitemerr too! He sez he wants ta see ya!

And at the bottom of the letter was a drawing of a frazzled - looking bird, with fierce - looking red eyes, in different shades of blue. And beside it, an illustration of a black cat with red eyes with the words, haha! Kittee gos mrreow! written next to it.

That damned poet's pets,... ate all of his damned food!

"FFFUUUCCCKKK!"

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🌸 Three Wishes 🌸

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The start of the new year proved to be very fruitful for you. First of all, Christopher Lancaster has moved to a different city that was very far from Swan Lane ( you found it strange that Griffon and Shadow seemed to be saddened by this fact ). Avery and Roman finally shared the good news to everyone ( you were not that surprised, actually, but all of you were very happy for the couple, nonetheless ). Your grandmother and Fleminger started seeing each other more and more and they both looked very happy ( once, Fleminger even visited the kindergarten you were working at and gave a musical instrument to each child, not to mention the more than generous sum he donated a week prior ). Dante left alone for Gaoltown on a mysterious gig he didn't want to share with others ( he didn't divulge the full details of the commission but, Morrison did spill that the client this time needed more than an Exorcist, and because of that, you have a strong feeling of what the Devil Hunter would be facing there ). Lady and Trish took turns watching over Dante's shop at Morrison's behest ( said they have this ladies' night thing going on and that they were working so hard because of this ). Nero went on more Devil Hunting missions with Nico ( Kyrie started tagging along, cooking foods for them and assisting Nico with Breaker repairs ). And Vergil? Let's just say he was busy with something,...

What about you and V?

For one, you have witnessed how V's demeanor changed for the better. As a matter of fact, he felt so different now compared to how he was the first time you've met him. Now, he smiled a lot, ate more than ever before, and most importantly, he finally allowed himself to loosen up a bit and have fun. 

Also, you're very happy to see how well he has gotten along with your students ( he insisted on visiting there every once in a while, either to play the violin or to read fairy tales ), that, over time, the children has gotten attached to him. So, he finally made the decision to apply there as a substitute teacher ( he can't focus on a full time teaching job because he was still active as a Devil Hunter ), and, honestly? You were beyond thrilled and excited. You even began looking forward to the days when it was his turn to teach because, every time he whips up fun tales for the children to listen to, he would always ask Griffon and Shadow to act out as the main characters ( the demonic bird was already asked to play as an astronaut who got lost in space, a pirate who can't swim, and a Genie who can't cook barbecue, and the demonic feline was already made to play a mermaid who turned into a hair brush, a warrior who came out of a durian, and a witch who turn swine into fish ). On some rare cases, the generous poet, along with his pet demons, would play tirelessly with the children for hours on end until the familiars got so tired, they turned into their stalemate states a few times.

And what about outside your work? Honestly, you couldn't ask for anything else, for you felt so content and satisfied with V by your side. He has even taken a vast interest with your full - time occupation as a pianist ( being a surprisingly talented musician, himself ). He never missed any of your concours and he has become your biggest fan ( he would always kindly ask to play something with you if you're not busy ). 

At times, you didn't know, or couldn't figure out, what you did to deserve such a very loving, thoughtful, and wonderful person. Your wounds of your past has now fully healed, thanks to V, and everyday, you look forward to seeing him and spending the rest of the day with him. You never stopped thanking the Heavens for granting you this wonderful opportunity of being together with the most loving, caring, and gentle man you have ever met.

Indeed, with V by your side, you have become the happiest woman on earth.

*

February 14, 2020

*

" ... and we can handle the rest. No worries!"

You still couldn't understand. Your partner's back! And what's more, she's with Vergil!

Vergil Sparda, of all people!

The two were graciously asking you to take a rest from teaching, taking over as teachers for the day to make up for the lost time ( your partner has been absent for quite a while ). And honestly? The two were doing a pretty good job ( you were a bit scared of what the students would think of Vergil, turned out he was fond of children deep beneath his stoic and intimidating shell, and they easily fell in love with him ) that you instantly felt confident of their skills.

But, work matters aside: Vergil was, indeed, the man who has been visiting your partner since last year! The man has been trying so hard to win her affections over the holidays, hence his absence from Devil hunting missions! And you saw that he has finally succeeded! The smile on his face said so!

And your partner? She looked positively radiant! And she should be! She's finally together with someone who deserved her love and kindness!

Finally, she would no longer feel heartbroken and lonely, and she could focus more on her violin now!

"It's alright, (Y/N)." Vergil reiterated as he handed a stuffed tiger to a little girl. "We can take it from here."

"Thank you, Vergil." You said, smiling at him and feeling so grateful for his initiative and generosity.

"No. Thank you. For taking care of my brother." The eldest son of Sparda answered. "I have never seen V so happy. And content. And full of life. He has changed, and for the better. I'm sure mother would be so proud of you, and she would feel honored to have you as a new member of the Sparda family,... little sister."

"Oh! I," you mumbled, suddenly feeling the heat creep up your cheeks and ears at the thought of marrying into the Sparda family. " ... thank you so much, Vergil."

"Come on, (Y/N), it's the fourteenth of February!" Your partner playfully told you as she held onto your arm. "You know what it means, don't you?"

"I don't know about that!" You lied with a shy smile, already feeling excited for this wonderful day.

"Go on! I'm sure he's waiting for you outside." Your partner let you go and practically pushed you out of the room with a mischievous look.

Giving the couple one last look before going out, you waved at them and said, "Thanks, guys!"

"You're welcome, (Y/N)."

"No problem, partner!"

Wearing a smile that could only be described as full of love and happiness, you went outside the colorful kindergarten building and, indeed, saw V waiting for you outside. And what's more, he was atop a jet black motorcycle that made your eyes widen in awe.

With a devilish smirk, V gestured for you to join him and said, "Nero persuaded me to get my own vehicle, since we would not be getting Nico's services for the next couple of months."

"That,... looks positively badass!" You admitted as you received your helmet from him. "Is this what you're trying to learn last month? How to ride a motorcycle?"

"Indeed." V answered as he felt your arms wrapping around his mid section. "Surprised?"

"Yeah!" You answered as you watched him wear his own helmet.

"Where to, my sweet lady?" V asked, his deep voice laced with mischief and excitement.

And with a little smirk of your own, you said, leaning onto him, "Wherever your heart desires, my dear poet."

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"V,..." The poet heard Dante's voice from a distance. "V! Wake up!"

V opened his eyes and saw the worried look on Dante and Griffon's faces.

"V," Dante muttered as he grabbed the poet's shoulders, helping him sit and trying to wake him up by shaking him a bit. " ... are you okay? What happened?"

"I thought you're done for, V!" Griffon, who gently landed on his leg, sounded like he was crying in despair.

V felt his eyes getting heavy and hot with unshed tears, and there was a growing pain in his chest that was beginning to feel more and more like a massive inconvenience. His hand reached up and clutched it, feeling emptier and lonelier than ever before.

"I saw her." The poet began, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion after such a shocking and harrowing experience. "As a dancer, a musician, a teacher, a patient, a partner, a lover,... " Looking into Dante's eyes, he let out those words that nagged and gnawed on his conscience, begging to be freed after such a long time. "It has always been her, Dante."

"What do you mean by that, V?"

"It was (Y/N). We were always together. It has always been her. And her alone." Taking a deep breath, he finally set those tears of his free from their deep, jade prison and declared, with a clear voice, "(Y/N),... is, indeed, my soulmate."

Leaving the poet for a while, Dante stood and marched directly towards the one who caused V all this misery.

The one woman, dressed from head to toe in black, who mourned for the lost of her love.

For many centuries.

"Azalea," Dante began, looking down at her and trying to get through her intimidating shell one more time. But, he still couldn't. " ... what happened to V? What did you do to him?"

The woman named Azalea returned Dante's worried gazr, her pair of gold rose eyes that shed so many tears seemingly penetrating the depths of his own soul.

And with a look that made the Legendary Devil Hunter realize how weak he really was before her, she spoke,...

"I opened,... his eyes."

***

V and Dante will return.

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🌸🌸🌸

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[geminirisinggeminimoon]

Spirit asked for a dance to this song

So while it took a minute to find it, it was such sweet reward to find it and the lyrics.

always searching for the real thing

living like its far away.

Now I understand.

This exists.

This feeling.

Thanks because that interaction did in fact help me write my story.

I sometimes portray it as if its imagined. Maybe the espirit travels now but it's still real.

The longing I had to connect on that deeper level the other day the Sun smiled down and there was no hiding my body was warming up snake

But today to resonate in my belly but with a bad vibration.

I pulled his light into me thru feeling the possibility seeing the connection in my mind

surely i just cant let you draw from me selfishly

Yes I need a Majick Man

Let's fuck roll around tie each other up make sweet love under the fruit tree

This body deserves to be worshipped. Fully.

not just a ritual where i never get the

Fullness of Release.

This isn't a game but

I learned today I can still have fun exploring (me)

I don't know that i want to carry that void inside of me.

Womb.

Rejection.

we didn't even do the thing and i carried that energy in my basin.

Maybe I'm Tantric.

It would be an easy breezy union sure we act out fantasies and heal from traumas and then go our separate ways.

But see the thing is. That IS my trauma replayed.

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I deserve

I demand

A Loving Partner

Receive.

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I see my fear and constant replaying of the same abandonment trauma comes from the fear of

Being Possessed.

Flower doesn't wanna die.

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See, I'm a Woman

Who requires

A

Lot

Of Space. Oh yea look at all that Air breezing thru my charts.

And dammit I want you to be growing on your own too you dont't NEED me and i don't NEED you.

I'm far from promiscuous, l just like my growth and dancing and girl time and secrets and writing

And Nature.

We can share Nature. Let's start with that.

Then underneath the stars on the top of a rock we can talk about the real stuff

Or just be Silent.

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when i feel safe to explore my fantasies, its with him💙 Although sometimes i fear he can feel me.

I don't want to pretend anymore. Feel this pulse

As I think of you giving me a little extra pleasure with a firm smack on my ass after I've worked my body to the bone.

Hear my sweet thoughts in the morning.

My fear is monotony.

4 walls.

But yet I want a comfortable space. Leo in my Mars 4th House makes my home my domain

You, the one I sometimes talk to. You're so safe. Maybe its inappropriate timing but like come onnn

Do i have to fight my fantasies.

You know maybe just maybe we won't ever even see each other again beautiful tree.

And i will send you good thoughts forever

(why not i mean it's great practice ever heard of kything..distance healing..quantum jumps)

But just maybe by knowing it's safe with you I can start connecting that it will be safe with someone else

to be me.

I certainly deserve

Demand

To meet that one who can meet me halfway with who I am,not just a lonely hard-muscled tiger

But a sexy babe who's also emotionally demanding

Words of Affirmation.

Loves gifts. 🎁 (betcha didn't know that since I act so independent)

Love Languages. I should reevaluate yet again since I'm learning of what I desire because I deserve.

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I discovered there IS actually a description of my tempermant, my neurological type, the chemicals that shape me! Reading articles instead of IG opened my life.

Reward Dependent Low Epinephrine

In other words these little play rewards and instant gratification hold backs is LITERALLY the way my brain seeks satisfaction.

I thought it was just a game.

Inner world outer world.

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So now I'm beginning to understand why this new program works for me. Why my heart perks when I hear "great job!" Why I get along pretty well in social situations.

Why my shadow could be addictions and depending TOO much on other's approval.

I told you this was The Emerging.

I'm never gonna stop learning me. Now I can apply this and really kick ass in school fitness whatever.

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Today I put my pole on spin mode for the first time, danced with my girls, and danced to that song.

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I don't need a following although I'd love if people came to read my words see my pictures.

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I'm still learning this new body. She's well..growing. I'm losing some of my curvy face and my hair is developing. Remember when it was fun to be a kid and look different so often and grow taller?I'm starting to look forward to those changes again.

It's fun to catch a picture or video of me. Who is that

Woman.

Damn.

And it's not that my legs aren't strong or shoulders aren't which I thought was my problem for yoga. While studying pole I see that instead:

My hamstrings are tight. My shoulders are tight. Different perspective.

I can work on that. Gently.

Flexibility. My word for the Chinese New Year. 🐖

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Alright boo who's gonna be the one to tie me up?