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Like fr to everyone in the notes talking about headcanons/AUs/"having fun" in the notes: the word you are looking for is REinterpretation. Not to go webster or anything but
-Interpret: explain the meaning of information, words, or actions. (explain, expound, clarify)
-Misinterpret: interpret something or someone wrongly. (misunderstand, misconstrue, mistake)
-Reinterpret: interpret something in a new or different light.
It seems in fandom spaces the word interpretation is often used at times when what they actually mean is reinterpretation (or sometimes just reaction or impression, ex: your opinion of a character is subjective and valid, but that's not the same as an interpretation).
If your "interpretation" is completely divorced from or contradicts the text, it's not an interpretation anymore. It's a reinterpretation. A reimagining. And yeah you can totally have your fun, go off! Just don't act like it IS an interpretation. Because valid interpretations come with supporting evidence, which is the whole point of the og post.
I think this bit from OP's other reblog describes it best:
this is one way it gets messy that fandom is a space for both media analysis and transformative works even though those two things don’t always co-exist comfortably or necessarily serve each other.
This is the crux. Both happen in fandom because both are a form of engaging with a work that you appreciate. But one literally relies upon analyzing what IS presented in the text, and the other upon reinventing and transforming that text (and headcanon sometimes straddles this line in between). So the important thing is recognizing the distinctions and not mixing them up. And it goes both ways:
-“He would never act that way” we know, it’s an intentional recharacterization bc we're exploring something different right now
-“But he's just a poor meow meow” not relevant right now because we're analyzing how the writing actually portrayed him
Textual evidence doesn't matter when we're just having fun and making incorrect quote memes, and headcanons don't matter when we're analyzing thematic content. The distinction helps us to have more productive conversations. And crossing the streams can sometimes take us to harmful or frustrating extremes.
To borrow an example from Rowan Ellis: You relate to a Taylor Swift song and feel seen in your queer identity? That's great, no one can stop you from experiencing the song that way even if Taylor didn't intend it. But if you turn that around and say this is proof that Taylor herself must be secretly queer, or worse that she's somehow queerbaiting? Please stop!
Another example: Someone once pulled the "we're just having fun, you can scroll past" card on me when they were straight up bashing the writing for not going the way they wanted. Please, have your fun, I won't stop you. Write a fix-it au where your blorbo comes back to life. Vive la fanfic! But when you say "the writers should have done [random specific thing] if they wanted me to believe he was truly dead" whilst blatantly misinterpreting the thing the writers did do to confirm it so it can fit into your theories/denial? That's not 'just having fun' anymore, that's flawed/unfair criticism and I'mma push back on it. (I didn't actually, just for the record)
Headcanons by definition are not canon, and I think you'll find most people are totally fine with you having whatever headcanons you want, so long as you don't start claiming that they are canon or that your way is the only way. That's where people have a problem.
But even headcanons that don't contradict canon, that could fit into ambiguous gaps where canon did not confirm or deny the possibility either way, are still headcanons. They aren't presented in the text itself and therefore not useful to analysis and criticism.
And I think this is where the distinction can feel blurry at times. Because some headcanoning is based on evidence from the source material. So some may think it's the same as media analysis, but I'd call it extrapolation rather than interpretation. It uses canon evidence in more of a imaginative/conspiracy theory/inspiration to bounce off type of way. Especially since fanon is often about filling in gaps.
Fanon focuses on the story, and treats it almost as if it and the characters are living. But media analysis relies upon treating it as media. On recognizing it was written by a person who made choices and used literary devices and elements intentionally to convey meaning (even if we can debate on what that meaning is).
Subtext is not just whatever you want to project onto a story. Subtext is an actual literary device. Meaning that is intentionally implied by the author because you shouldn't spell everything out and it's important to let the readers participate. It's what the characters aren't saying but the author is.
Unreliable narrator is also a literary device, that is intentionally crafted and indicated throughout the whole text. It's the author saying something through the character saying the opposite. It's not an excuse to ignore whatever you want to ignore of what the narrator says.
Characters aren't people and they don't actually make any choices. Everything they do, everything they are, was written and crafted by the author.
(In short, when I analyze character arcs or critique writing choices, I'd love for the discussion I get to point out things I may have overlooked or misinterpreted. Not for it to just shove in a bunch of irrelevant headcanons, character personifications, and Watsonian explanations that have nothing to do with my arguments.)
Fanon is very open-world concept (and open multiverse lol), but analysis is about looking at what the author did give you, what they chose to include or not and what it is meant to show us.
Writing is about crafting an iceberg that implies a keel under the water. Therefore analysis is about studying the iceberg to try to interpret that keel. And fanon is about exploring the whole ocean. And transformative work is about idk cutting off chunks and making ice sculptures.
All of them are very cool and fun in their own right but I think we can see how they can definitely clash and get in each other's way.
Not “Only my reading of canon is correct” or “Interpretations are subjective and all valid” but a secret third thing, “More than one interpretation can be valid but there’s a reason your English teacher had you cite quotes and examples in your papers, you have to have a strong argument that your interpretation is actually supported by the text or it is just wrong and I’m fine with telling you it’s wrong, actually.”
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How would you add depth and complexity to the culture of the Purview?
Right now, the KTB gets way more attention both because of the two supplements dedicated to it and because the competing noble houses each with its different gimmick and political alignment make it so easy to come up with drama and intrigue.
Meanwhile the Purview seems, both in and out of fiction, flat and uniform. I'm sure its leadership would want to see it and have it seen that way, but given how much it keeps expanding, and therefore adding new cultures to itself, it would have to have a lot of diversity under the hood, even if it would like to pretend otherwise.
I definitely think the Purview has a harder time of it than the KTB, but that's largely because we have a Field Guide to the KTB, whereas the Field Guide to Harrison Armory never got published because of Miguel's non-compete.
There's also the problem that the KTB has this... glamour to it, in both the modern and traditional senses of the word. I've noticed this in a lot of sci-fi properties - that applying the veneer of nobility and monarchy to something can make people forget or forgive its transgressions more easily.
When Harrison Armory, the nationalist corprostate, does imperialist expansion, we can point at it and immediately say "that's a fascism" (even when it's actually... not? Imperialist expansion is always bad but it's not always necessarily fascistic). But somehow, when the KTB do the same or sometimes worse things, like using nanite terror weapons on Free Sanjak, I've noticed people are quicker to make excuses? Like, oh, yeah that's obviously bad but their society works different the KTB are a big place and like of course they're shitty traditionalists and that's really only the Hagiographs and at least the Karrakin have Republican elements who want change and reform and yeah it's bad but aren't Knightly Chivalrous Mechs Just So Gosh Darned Cool?!
I think the nuance of the KTB is also helped by the fact that they're explicitly depicted as non-monolithic. There are ten named Major Houses with their own distinct cultures, politics and homeworlds, and great pains are taken to ensure us that there's multifarious cultures and religions even on an individual world. HA suffers because to some extent it would be more monolithic - it's a nationalist corprostate with only 400 years of history, compared to the KTB's hybrid elective-monarchy neofeudal federation with 10,000.
HA is distinctly American in the way that the nation has become a brand, and a good citizen has to remain on-brand, so things would be more homogenized. To add to that, omninet and blinkgate technology has existed for the whole of HA's lifespan. The unique and distinct cultures of the KTB worlds came about largely because they spent millennia separated from one another by light years. HA has never had this issue, and likely never will. They have the option - and, more importantly, are motivated - to keep a homogenous culture across all of the Purview.
Lancer is fundamentally a game about examining and fighting against unjust structures of power that oppress people but also being larger-than-life heroes that have fun doing it, and the KTB has an innate leg up by virtue of the fact that it has what I'd call a really strong "initial sell:" YOU'RE A SPACE KNIGHT! SPACE KNIGHTS ARE COOL! (PLEASE DON'T EXAMINE SPACEE FEUDALISM!)
To make Harrison Armory compelling, you'd need a similarly strong initial sell for them. And I think I know just the thing.
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FOR HUMANITY! FOR LIBERTY! FOR HARRISON! (Please don't examine space nationalism!)
If I were to write the Harrison Armory Field Guide (Tom and Miguel HMU - just kidding. Unless...?), I'd make it BIG and LOUD and OVER THE TOP and OBVIOUS PROPAGANDA with insertions of the actual truth from a HORUS hacker on the side. I'd put Harrison Armory's positioning as "liberators of the galaxy" front and center - "we dive feet-first into hell to save people from tyrants and slavers. We do the work even the UDoJ/HR won't do. Please do not examine our imperialism or social credit system."
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dabidagoose · 2 years ago
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She's the sword.
A sword can be used to block, to protect. Or a sword can be used to slice or stab, to hurt.
She's the sword.
She's the sword of the citadel.
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minikoko-a · 21 days ago
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general relationship headcanons —proxies x fem!proxy!reader
including: ticci toby, masky, hoodie and kate the chaser (individually)
suggestive mentions, mentions of murder, creepypasta masky and creepypasta hoodie (but with some features of MH tim and brian).
i'll make a distinction between Tim and Brian from MH and Tim and Brian from Creepypasta, if i'm writing of both and i don't mention if it's the creepypasta version, then it's from Marble Hornets! but in this case, i mentioned that is their creepypasta version (if it's said like that? (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠))
i did my best with my proxies characterization, hope you like it! 💗⭐
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Masky/Tim Wright
oh Tim my beloved.
one thing is to interact with Tim outside of work and another one to interact with Tim as Masky while working.
he's protective way too much.
please understand him, everything is already very fucked up and even more to being controlled by Slenderman.
y'all live in cabins in the woods! and even though you have your own, you tend to spend a lot of time in Tim's cabin.
since you started dating, you both made one thing clear: private relationship.
and to be honest, helped you quite a bit.
it didn't suit either of you for others to know exactly what's going on.
when y'all aren't deeply under his command, Tim is more soft and more talkative. his sarcasm makes you smile and he then sometimes initiate some kisses and physical contact.
but you are more of the one who initiates it.
when he has missions where the two of you don't go together, he tries to bring something to you.
but when you both go together on a mission, you take things and he covers them up and also you both deviate a little from the path or take a little longer to return (if you understand me wink wink)
but it isn't so common that you deviate from the path.
use honey, dear or your name
he holds your hand when you are together.
sometimes he wants to be alone but he always tells you before you give him space (something that he had to learn and it's difficult for him but he tries to do it to avoid arguments between you, he is an exhausted guy).
when this happens you go back to your cabin or take a walk nearby until Tim is the one who comes to find you.
his jealousy is more of a pessimistic comments to himself.
he loves you and he doesn't want to lose you.
he genuinely cares about others despite his reserved demeanor.
when you go shopping, even if he says that only what is just and necessary, he buys you what you like without anyone knowing.
but when he's Masky.
well... it's almost the same attitude.
he doesn't soften his voice to you.
just wants to do the mission, finish it and leave.
but also, that everything goes well and ends well.
he actually talks more than Hoodie.
more reserved.
he doesn't hold your hand at all.
but his protective attitude is still there!
if you get hurt during one of the missions, he will help you.
says your name, no nickname, no pet names.
but in the end, he knows you are his partner and her girlfriend.
"look at her, i would die for her, i would kill for her" vibe.
"older sis of her family x older brother of his family" vibes/trope
his kisses are long but with a strong charge of emotion.
he's a soft dom.
and again, the difference between when he's outside of work and when he's at work is not much, it's just that he acts more distant and less expressive, but for the rest, he is still a big protector.
he also values autonomy!
don't get him wrong, he just enjoys seeing his girlfriend being self-sufficient, especially with the life y'all lead.
it's between Toby or Brian that teases both of you.
Kate doesn't care much.
he loves it when you squeeze his shoulders! even though your hands hurt from how tense they are.
please give him words of affirmation and quality time :(
his love language would be acts of service and quality time!
your dates are going to the nearest city or town or just hanging out inside his cabin or yours.
there are times when it's already daylight but he doesn't let you go, for him, you're the only that can keep him putting up with that shit any longer.
and vice versa.
the sound of leaves colliding against each other thanks to the gentle gust of air was the background noise of the scene.
your head was resting gently on his shoulder, somewhat snuggled into him being greeted by the strong smell of coffee and cigarettes, his arm around your body to be more in contact with you. Tim's breathing was a little slow, you thought maybe it was because of all the cigarettes he smoked or the scene was really peaceful, a calmness that you always appreciated.
"Tim, honey..." your voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"yeah, dear?" you opened your lips, thinking a little about the words you would say. "if we get through this, will we be able to live far away and have a life together?"
your question made him go back into his thoughts, that question was so sad but Tim knew the answer for a long time.
"honey, we both already have a life together and when we least expect it, we will be living in a house somewhat away from the woods."
"love you" your lips joined together forming a beautiful connection and dance, that words were not enough because of how much you loved each other.
although you both know that it's increasingly a distant dream but he couldn't say no to his future wife.
Hoodie/Brian Thomas
ALRIGHT HEAR ME OUT.
Brian is a great boyfriend.
Hoodie absolutely not lol.
i started with Brian outside the power of the operator/slenderman.
brian is a golden retriever vibe, something in his past remains present and that is his charisma.
although his charisma is later interrupted by more sarcastic tones. after all, he's not the same as years ago.
the first to know about your relationship with Brian was Tim.
after all, he's his friend.
then the next to know it was Kate and Toby almost at the same time.
Brian does the best he can, knowing the shit y'all live, he tries to make sure to have at least some good moments within that... exhausting reality you both live in.
use honey, babe and love.
the kind of give you some flowers that are picked up in the forest.
remember when i say y'all live in cabins? well, he also has his own but he's constantly in yours.
his love language is words of affirmation and quality time!
he's not a jealous type at all, yeah sometimes he is jealous but he's more the kind of "yeah, she's my girlfriend, all mine, look at her because that's the only nearest thing that you're going to have something about her" "proud that she's my girlfriend, so what?"
your relationship is also private!
your dates consist in going to the nearest city.
a great kisser (i still hc that he's the top 1 among them lol)
an absolute service dom.
when he sends both of you on missions, he tries to do the hardest parts (although you don't care much about that later and end up doing too).
the cool aunt and cool uncle couple vibes.
but when he's working as Hoodie... well
you missed your Brian when he's not completely under the slenderman's control.
i mean y'all are completely but when he put y'all to "work".
when he's as Hoodie, he doesn't speak.
he just sighs, pants, grunts but doesn't say a word.
but those sounds sound different, because he carries a voice changer inside of his hoodie and balaclava.
Hoodie just treats you as an equal like the other proxies.
kind of stubborn (but not as toby)
Hoodie genuinely cares for you, if you go the wrong way, he grabs of your clothes and pulls you back to the right path.
there aren't many displays of affection when he's in the mission, to be honest.
but it doesn't mean that he doesn't do it completely, he is, along with Toby, the one who mind the least about showing affection (knowing the current situation everyone is in).
but he adores you, and even though you're under Slenderman's command, he's afraid that he will do something against you.
your footsteps that made the old dry leaves scattered on the dirt ground crunch made Brian turn his head to you.
"hey babe" he showed you a smile, revealing his small tooth gap.
"i didn't know you had arrived" the sound of crushed leaves began to get closer to Brian, you stopped your walk when you were already next to him. "Tim told me you got injured"
there was no response from Brian, he kept his gaze in the direction where you were but without seeing you as such, appreciating the green grass with brown tones due to dryness. the only thing he could enjoy about this shit was nature in its purest state and you by his side.
he let out a small chuckle and looked away, now looking at the lake in front of you. "just a little scratch".
your mouth curved into a smile, taking your hands out of the pocket of the large and thick jacket you were wearing, you ran your hand over his abdomen, causing him to press his lips together. "you got me, you got me" now you let out a little laugh.
there was a brief silence, the sound of leaves rustling against each other from the gusts of wind that appeared was the only noise between you and him. his hand slid down your back, at the height of your waist, curling his fingers at the end of.
"hurt or not, i'll always come back to you, love" he murmured near your temple, placing a kiss. in response, you tilted your head to his shoulder, still not losing your smile.
one thing you both know is, wounded, healthy or dead, you will always come back for each other.
Ticci Toby
OH THIS BOYY
being with him everything is a box of surprises.
he's so spontaneous, seriously.
and stubborn.
when you accepted to be his girlfriend, that same day everyone already knew it.
"hey, can you tell your boyfriend it's his turn to take out the trash?" "how do you know- nevermind"
"I LOVE MY WIFE!!!" vibes
laughs and jokes will never be lacking!
he has a terrible diet and terrible habits, but you help him improve it!
he really tries hard to make the relationship work (and he achieves it very well).
for Toby, you make him live his teenage romance (although he's no longer a teenager).
he says things directly and, well, someone said that truth hurts.
it's not his intention (sometimes it is) but he doesn't know how to be "delicate" with what he says.
he tries it but after a while, he does it again.
when you go on dates, he wears a mask and something to cover his wound. all to prevent everything from spilling out when he's eating or drinking.
after all he's been through, he would never dare treat you badly or hit you. he lived with an abusive father and he saw what his mother and sister were suffering, including himself.
but it doesn't exempt him from the fact that he can fuck up on some occasions.
sometimes he leaves you on seen, sometimes he forgets to go see you at your cabin, sometimes he tells you something and can hurt you his words (by the way he said it), that kind of things.
he has not filter when saying things, to be honest.
uses princess, babe, love, honey or a nickname of yours.
i dare to say he's the one who doesn't mind showing affection at all.
"Toby! you stink of blood!" "just another kissss c'monnn"
he's a switch.
can't keep his ass in just one role.
when he's working under Slenderman's control, he is much less careful.
even with you.
if you fucked up something, he will tell you much more directly.
if you get injured, he'll bring you or will be healing you without much care.
doesn't measure his strength.
he spends more time in his cabin than yours.
his love language would be words of affirmation and maybe physical affection, but the last one would be when he has too much trust in you.
he's the most jealous of the four.
but just like Tim, his jealousy would be self-sabotaging.
and maybe a little finishing off those who are in your way, OH! who said that?
his kisses are kinda sloppy and with tons of little smiles between kisses to kisses. just sloppy and passionate.
he just hopes that you both will get away from that life and still living in the woods, without being tied to him.
the thick sheets that were impregnated with the aroma of fresh oak managed to lull you more and more in your sleep.
your mind was blank, you were eternally grateful for that, genuinely missing dreaming. your chest rose and fell calmly until you quickly became alert when you felt the sheets lift slightly, quickly you turned around pulling a dagger out from under your pillow but it was stopped by Toby's hand holding onto your wrist with a smile on his face.
"what are you doing, honey?" he smiled making short sounds with his tongue, pretty amused how your muscles seemed to have memory.
"sorry, love" his arms quickly caught you, leaving you lying on his chest and his back being hugged by your soft pillows. the dagger was left on the nightstand. "why aren't you this quiet when we're on our way to missions?" you said playful.
"i don't want to" you chuckled. he didn't say anything, he just held you in his arms.
"babe, i want to live with you" "well, you can come to my cabin-" "not that way, du-dumb"
you looked up, could see a beard just trying to emerge from his skin, his pale skin looked similar to the moonlight and then, he sighed.
"i mean far away, where we are not tied to this" he lowered his gaze to you "would you promise to be with me?" "ye-" "forever" "forever"
both lips collided in a slightly rushed kiss but you could feel his feelings on the surface of the skin of his lips.
this is forever.
Kate The Chaser
MY GIRRRL KATEEEE
"toby i'm lesbian" "i thought you were american"
the majority of your dates are at dusk and at night.
sometimes she tells you about Lauren and Chris but just a little of what she can remember.
actually she's pretty good at drawing!
usually draws you recycling pages.
be patient with her, she isn't very familiar with relationships, not romantic ones.
but still, she's a sweetheart!
she goes to your cabin very often.
every time you go out of the woods to go shopping or just to go on a date together, she tends to hold your hand or be very close to you.
although most of your dates are inside the cabin or near the forest.
the first to know it definitely was Toby and it was by accident.
he saw you kissing behind a tree and almost got killed by him thinking you both were intruders.
and then Brian and Tim knew.
praise her please.
sometimes she just walks away and leaves you, when she does that you know he's starting to torment her.
when she is on his mantle, you don't say a word, she just nod and sigh.
then she holds you, she wants to confirm that you're real and not another hallucination of Slenderman's part.
when the both of you go on missions, you're quite fast, which is why there isn't much interaction between you.
but when she comes out of that trance she asks you if she was ever too harsh with you.
she loves you, like, way too much!
you both have an engagement ring (don't ask where she got it).
when she's with you, the mask is freely removed.
how is she going to kiss you with the mask on?
use love and honey.
there are times when she snuggles up on your chest when you're lying down.
her jealousy is just like Tim's, it's self-sabotage and tends to grab you with more intensity.
the relationship is private but the affections are obvious.
her kisses are slow and shy.
her love language is definitely quality time and words of affirmation.
tell her you love her and spend time with her, she has been through so much.
she's a switch.
although she's more a top but she's beginning to accept receiving.
the kind that brings you many objects that remind you.
often lend you her clothes.
although your lives are no longer part of you, you both have each other's hearts.
the large, rough trunk of the tall tree behind you made abrupt contact with your back. you had leaned on it without much care, watching as Kate desperately cleaned the fresh blood from her hands.
"love, you did it amazing" you tilted your head slightly without receiving a response from her.
"how can you be so calm and, i mean, how can you get used to it?" now you were standing next to her as she looked up to you, she didn't have her mask on and her reflection could be seen faintly in the lake thanks to the sunset.
"because it's not like we can leave and he won't find us" you stopped for a little moment. "apart from that, the only thing i'm grateful for is that i was able to meet my fiancée" you extended your hand showing the ring. you finally achieved your goal, a soft smile curved on her lips.
"do you think this will end at some point?"
"i hope not" she looked at you again. "because I know i couldn't be with you" now you were both looking at each other. "and if it ends, i would go with you, no matter what"
your voice was silenced along with your lips as you felt Kate's lips on yours, she's fast definitely. her hand descended, passing through your abdomen until it reached your waist as your hands made a short journey between her shoulders, neck and ending on her cheeks.
you both separated with your breathing agitated but the sweetness in both eyes made a genuine smile appear, reuniting again in a much slower kiss.
you couldn't say if you were sure that this control and nightmare was going to end, you and Kate wished to know the answer but it was almost impossible.
but what you both were sure of, was that you didn't want the relationship to end.
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darqx · 3 days ago
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Another BP/HH/Gen answer dump as usual starting with BP and then moving into the other two \o/
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All demons age about the same rate as humans (although with earlier milestones as babies) UNTIL they hit their 30s-40s after which aging slows down drastically 🙂‍↕️
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Izm chasing you down to get .D back like
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🤔 You guys sometimes really make me think about things I don't often have to think about LOL. I'm just gonna do the gang this time so off the top of my head:
Izm and .D are often eating sushi in my drawings and since I'm pretty sure Izm is mainly the one buying, sushi is his fave. He'll eat any type but he prefers the raw fish ones.
Whilst .D also likes sushi, it's not his fave dish. His fave dish is pasta in a red sauce (like Sugo or Arrabiata) for some reason. Nostalgia maybe?
Zeke is a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so, a nice juicy sirloin with mushroom sauce and a side of roast potatoes and veggies. (BP!Zeke is similar but he really likes pork/bacon particularly, so a pork roast for him probably).
Wei Ren's comfort foods are chicken congee, and seafood steamboat/hot pot.
Marcus' fave is his mom's chicken casserole.
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Oh I'm glad (and thank you very much)! I hope you get lots of inspiration and can create a lot of things :D
Hm, that's a good question! I think, for doodling purposes, my fave is Rire mainly because Rire always looks more or less completed in black and white. My other two faves are .D and Izm - .D is a good exercise in subtle expressions whereas Izm is the complete opposite (esp with BP!Izm with that mouth).
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Yes. I mean, I'd prefer you be at least 15 for those two things only cos if i had to age rate them they could be considered M or MA15+.
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Hullo! The short answer is that there are also "not normal" skin tones, it depends on the demon species :)
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The rest of society is pretty standard so yes there are charlatans in the world of BP lol. HOWEVER, no one would pretend to be a BP for three distinct reasons:
You need to be sanctioned to be a BP (ie they have abilities that normal people do not, like being able to perform exorcisms.)
There is no profit to be had as BPs generally don't get paid (all their living expenses are generally covered by their religion's HQ).
It's dangerous work. You'd have better luck being a bank robber.
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Desmond is def a club music kind of guy XD EDMs, techno, trance, hardstyle, house, whatever - the kind of stuff you jump energetically up and down to at a club/concert/rave, he'll listen to it.
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Not yet for BP (soon...🙏🏻). HH wasn't really a comic series so much as a bunch of somewhat random one shots I did for fun lol.
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^ you guys :d
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I don't put my pronouns anywhere partly because it is lowkey amusing for me to see how people perceive me online. It doesn't really matter to me, so go with your best guess lol.
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You would be surprised at how much time those two hobbies can take up outside of work |D; I also like doing puzzle games (like Quordle etc), coding, going for walks/bike riding, making slightly odd food combos in normal recipes and freaking out my friends on Discord with them, and watching horror/disaster films and playthroughs of horror games.
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Maybe one day I would, but not at this particular time, sorry!
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Thanks for asking as this is a bit of a grey type area! Personally, I think that as long as this is purely for your own use and you aren't going to on-sell it in any way...then it should be ok. I'm going to categorise something like this as somewhat similar to say...people printing out my art to stick to their wall type thing. Of course, if you ended up buying a bunch and then thought oh i have so many extra I'll sell them to whoever wants them - that would be a no no.
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In what capacity lol if there's something I've learned from real life it's never agree or disagree to anything without knowing specifics. Eg if you would like to use my art as a PFP on tumblr then you can if you credit it, but if you want to use my art as a face claim for your own charac then i would have to say no, etc.
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That makes two of us as i am not familiar with the twisted wonderland universe :P
.D: Diasomnia
Izm: Pomefiore
Wei Ren: Ignihyde
Zeke: Savanaclaw
Marcus: Diasomnia
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I never really specified one so my friends and I have been calling it the fictional city of Hedone lol.
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I haven't given up on HH, i just dont draw it nearly as much since i'm focussing on developing BP :) Anyway HH wasn't seriously planned to be a comic or anything (though technically...it does have a very loose storyline that I've alluded to in some drawings |D ) so it's something I can just jump back into and doodle whenever i feel like.
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This was from a while back
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It's pretty straightforward HH is a slice of life 'verse where my main characs are in an all boy's boarding school and Rire is the headmaster. It focuses on the boys shenanigans though so if you specifically like Rire you will be disappointed as he's barely in it.
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I cut off this post cos I dont think the stuff in it should be shared with other random people even though anon is on anon. If this is you anon i hope you are doing well and i would genuinely encourage you to talk to someone about certain things (like a therapist maybe).
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pwblant · 2 months ago
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things you’re insecure about that bf!RIIZE love about you ⋆˚✿˖°
⸝⸝ shotaro : laugh
even though everyone says that they love when others laugh, you were constantly insecure about your own. people always used to say that you were too loud and that your laugh was hard on the ears when you were younger, so undoubtedly, these comments made you feel self-conscious and you frequently tried to hide it as much as you could. when you started dating shotaro, things changed. he would always comment on how beautiful your laugh and smile were. he enjoys teaching you his group's choreographies, which you aren't particularly adept at learning, but it always ends with laughs. whenever the two of you would hangout, your laughs would always flow together so seamlessly. he just found you so fun and sweet and nothing could ever change that. shotaro was your safe space that you were comfortable to be yourself with. “you don’t have to hide it, okay? i love it when you laugh, it’s one of the things that make you so… you.”
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⸝⸝ sungchan : height
growing up in a household full of reasonably tall individuals, you always felt like the odd one out because you were so short in comparison to them. relatives would frequently remind you that it was a bummer that you inherited the recessive genes—you despised these comments as much as you despised being the only short one in the family. of course, being vertically challenged presented numerous difficulties, such as not being able to reach certain heights. this was your life until you began dating a boy called jung sungchan who, strangely enough, was one of the taller boys at your school. he was like your missing piece; he was everything you weren’t—well atleast regarding height. nonetheless, he was the most comforting person you’ve ever known. When you were together, he would regularly lean down and cup your face to give you forehead kisses, assist you in reaching objects, and carry you around in a bridal manner as if it was nothing. height has never been an issue in your relationship; he loves you and would never change a thing. “i love holding your hand because it feels like you’re just the right fit for me, like a puzzle piece.”
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⸝⸝ eunseok : clumsiness
eunseok, your long-term boyfriend, never minds your clumsiness, whether it was spilling coffee on his favorite hoodie or accidentally stepping on his foot. you’d always hate yourself for ruining perfectly fine things and for creating chaos in times of peace and quiet. though, he never got irritated at you and would instead laugh and ask, “are you okay?” as he made sure you weren't wounded before caring about anything else, flashing his distinctive heart-fluttering smile. even when you started apologizing excessively, he'd merely shake his head, grab you into a hug, and say, "it’s fine, baby. I know you didn't mean it." while kissing your cheeks. his tolerance for you never ran out, even when you were convinced that asking where you had left your phone for the third time in the span of an hour would be the time that it would. even if accidents happened so often, he never teased you for it; he was just filled with pure love and affection for you. “guess i have to hold your hand then, huh?” he chuckled. “for safety of course.”
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⸝⸝ wonbin : anxiousness
without a doubt, you were a nervous person. once, as you waited for your turn during your impromptu speech test at school, you were so anxious that you couldn’t stop tapping your foot on the ground. you genuinely envied those who seemed so carefree, those who weren’t terrified of doing the things you were struggling to do on the daily. sometimes, you just wished all your nerves would suddenly disappear. though that didn’t specifically happen—which you’re glad it didn’t, you met wonbin. in contrast to you, he always seemed calm and collected at all times. even if you were jealous, you were grateful of this characteristic of his. he seemed to always balance you out; he was like your other half. he always thought you looked cute when you were nervous yet determined to give your best efforts. he really, really admired you for it. when he sees that your hands are clammy and shaky because you’re nervous, he would always cover them with his and reassure you that you’d do well, and tell you to just enjoy what you’re doing. you loved his words of affirmation and they really helped in making your troubled nerves feel calm again. with him by your side, you started to feel more relaxed and knew that he’d always have your back no matter what. “hey, hey, don’t stress. just breathe, okay? i’m right here. no matter what the result is, i’m already super proud of you.”
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⸝⸝ seunghan : soft voice
your voice had always been naturally soft; no matter how hard you tried, it would never quite reach the volume of those around you. you’d grown used to people talking over you, unaware that you were speaking at all. it frustrated you, but over time, you accepted it, feeling like there was nothing you could do about it. with seunghan, however, it was different. there was never a moment when you felt unseen. he always made sure to be patient with you, leaning in a little bit closer to catch your words when you spoke softly. he would never get frustrated when he didn’t hear you the first time. instead, he’d become quiet and give you room to speak. this simple act always warmed your stomach, because with him, your voice mattered—not because you spoke louder, but because he cared enough to listen. “hey, you don’t have to be louder, you just need to be you. i’ll always be here, ready to hear you.”
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⸝⸝ sohee : interests
growing up, you were always fond of disney shows. most people assumed you’d outgrow it eventually, but your love for them only deepened as you got older. at this point, you had grown used to everyone calling you “weird”, and you figured that’s just how it would always be. that is, until you met sohee. when you first started dating, you kept this little interest of yours hidden, afraid he would find it stupid like the others do. but over time, it started to show and instead of making fun of you, he’d even ask to join in and watch them with you. he found it endearing and even made an effort to watch disney movies—despite his busy schedule—just so the two of you could talk about them together. one night, the two of you were curled up on the couch watching lilo & stitch, and ended up falling asleep while cuddling. it made you realize that with him, you didn’t have to hide any part of who you were. “i used to think that i was too old for this kinda stuff, but… watching disney movies with you? it feels absolutely perfect.”
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⸝⸝ anton : crying face
this one wasn’t serious at all, you always knew you had an “ugly cry”—honestly, it was normal! still, comments like, “why do you make that face when you cry?” and “why does your face look like that?” always stuck with you, leaving you feeling more insecure about it than you cared to admit. it wasn’t until you came across anton that things started to change. unlike others, he wouldn’t laugh or make jokes about it. Instead, he would wipe your tears away and tell you to let it all out. his words of affirmation really stayed with you long after, making you realize that maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all—especially because you have him by your side. he absolutely adored giving back hugs, so if you come home after an awful day, he’d wrap you up into a bear hug and shower you with kisses, instantly brushing your sorrows away. oh, how unbearable life would be without him. “i like seeing you cry, it means you’re being honest. you can always be honest with me.”
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yushiteru · 3 months ago
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give you all my love
description: yushi x reader (kisses with yushi, fluff, a little steamy at the end)
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with yushi, you could break down his kisses into two categories. one would be all the kisses that you can expect. the predictable ones, the ones that feel almost like they're built into your every day routine.
for example, if you guys were able to spend the night together, he always made sure the last thing he did before falling into sleep was to give you a goodnight kiss. some days, the kiss comes after he puts his phone away for the night. maybe you guys were silently scrolling on your phones, you on tiktok or twitter, and him catching up with comments from fans on weverse. yushi would turn to his side to face you and gently cup your face with his left hand.
even if your eyes were still glued to your screen, not wanting to miss a second of the show you were watching, yushi would wordlessly wait for you to pause and face him, offering your puckered lips for a soft kiss. without saying much else, he would lean back to his side of the bed to turn his bedside lamp off before laying flat on his pillow and falling asleep.
on other nights, he would come home well into the early hours of the morning. the birds aren't quite chirping yet, but the streets are empty and the air has the distinctive crispness of dawn. you're already asleep in bed, hair spread out on your pillow and the book you usually read in bed fallen onto the ground.
slipping quietly into the room, yushi would wash up as quickly as he could, at least as quickly as his tired, lethargic limbs would allow. slipping his sleep shirt over his head, tossing his worn clothes onto a surface somewhere, mentally making a reminder to clean up in the morning, yushi pads softly over to the bed and climbs into the covers, trying not to jostle you around with his weight.
deep in your sleep, you're momentarily pulled back into consciousness when you feel yushi brush away the strands of hair that had fallen into your eyes. before you can even think of reaching out to him, he leans over and kisses you on the lips, the touch light as a feather. you feel him hover over you and feel his gaze glide softly across your face, taking in the image of you with pillow creases on your cheek, the slight twitch of your eyebrows, and your steady breaths giving him the comfort he needed at the end of his tiring day.
you'd already fallen back into dreamland at this point when yushi adjusts the covers around you, tucking the material back over your shoulders before he lets himself succumb to his own sleep.
there are other times that you can count on a kiss from yushi. more than one would expect from him, yushi likes to express his unspoken endearment for you through a kiss. when he thinks you're being especially cute that day, or when you have a larger appetite than usual, yushi would watch you eat with a look of satisfaction on his face and give you a kiss in between bites as his way of letting you know he's proud of you.
when you're rambling to him about a random internet rabbit hole you went down or catching him up on the drama in your friend group, yushi would be the utmost patient listener, if not for his habit of leaning in to steal a smooch in the middle of your sentences.
"sorry, keep going," he would say after cutting you off.
"you're not really sorry," you would accuse him teasingly, a smile threatening to break through your pretend tough facade.
you could be in the car with him, sitting in the passenger seat as he drives you guys to your dinner reservation. the car pulls to a stop at a red light as skate by the wishies comes on shuffle through your phone connected to the music system. without missing a beat, you're singing along, including all the adlibs and nodding your head to the percussion, oblivious to the way yushi's looking at you with practically hearts for eyes.
"y/n.. come here," you hear, pulling yourself away from the passenger side window you were drawing smiley faces on through the fog of condensation.
when you turn to face the owner of the voice, he's resting his hand on the console between the seats, palm open and facing up. yushi uses the hand you slip into his hold to pull you close to him, stealing your breath away with a resounding kiss before you can even steady yourself.
"and what was that for?" you ask bashfully, feeling warm in your seat despite the vents blowing cool air.
"just... 'cause you're cute," he answers without taking his eyes off the road, "i like when you sing my songs."
he's not a guy that's big on excessive pda or bold declarations of love, but he's consistent and reliable. he doesn't go overboard, but he never lets you forget or wonder about his care for you. you can confidently say his love language is spending quality time and doing acts of service, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
however, dating yushi is not without any surprises. he likes to keep you on your toes, whether or not he actually realizes that's what he's doing.
if you visit him at his company building, he always walks you out to the elevator. even though he would much prefer being able to walk you all the way out to your car, the possibility of being seen by those not meant to see you two together prevents that from being an option. though today, he doesn't let those constraints keep him from getting the affection he wants from you.
stepping into the elevator with you, he stops you from pressing the button for the garage level and instead, presses the door close button. before you can even question him, he's backing you up into the corner, the cool surface of the wall reminding you where you two were. you press a palm on his chest with the intent of dissuading him, even if just for a moment, but the message is lost as yushi rests his forearm on the wall behind your head and swoops down to find your lips with his.
most of time, the kisses shared between you and him are short, sweet, with careful patience, and often with a smile pressed into each other's lips.
today, he kisses you with a fervor, as if he had been parched all day and the taste of your lips was the only thing that could satisfy his thirst. he's greedy, wasting no time in swiping his tongue across the seam of your closed lips to ask for entrance, though you doubt he would've taken no for an answer. you can barely focus on reciprocating with his right arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close enough for your chests to touch, and his left hand gripping and squeezing your hip.
the worried voice in the back of your head afraid of someone walking in on you two is now long forgotten, the only thing on your mind is the pleasure his touch is giving you. the kiss is sloppy at this point, the sounds of lips smacking and your soft sighs fill the elevator, something you would be deeply embarrassed by if you had any sense left. yushi's left hand has abandoned your waist to firmly hold your jaw, tilting your head this way and that to get the access that he wants.
when you let out a soft whimper, he suddenly lets you go and pulls away. flustered, you open your eyes to see him smiling down at you as if he hadn't just kissed you within an inch of your life. he looks barely affected, only his hair slightly out of place while you're sure you look a disheveled mess.
"uh... wha-," yushi interrupts your fumble for words, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your puffy and shiny lips, collecting the residue saliva from your previous activity. you continue to gape at him, rendered even more speechless by this action.
"have a good day, y/n. text me when you get home," he says casually, before fixing his fair in the reflective surface of the elevator wall. he presses the door open button and steps out, smiling sweetly as they start to close again, as you're rooted in place, the feeling of his lips leaving a lingering tingle on yours.
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carbondioxidewater · 3 months ago
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Make A Move (Pt. 3)
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americanfootballplayer!Sukuna x fem!reader
genre: slow-burn romance, college au, fluff, angst
warnings: none so far
word count: 3k
(-> Pt. 1) (-> Pt. 2) (-> Pt. 4) (-> masterlist)
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A small gift bag in your hand, you're currently on your way to the football field. You figured it would only be fair to thank Sukuna for his help last thursday. All of your classes were over for the day and after your talk with Utahime - you had a lot of explaining to do after all - you found out that the team had training in this exact period.
Because Utahime is a senior tutoring juniors occasionally - as she had the best score in the mathematics exam last year - she knows about their schedule through a guy named Aoi Todo, who is also in the football team and simultaneously one of those juniors she tutors. You don't know how she keeps up with her own studies, considering she has that minijob at the hotel AND is a tutor on top of that. But she had always been a very determined woman and luckily, she only tutors every few weeks.
When you arrived, the team was just getting ready to start. You looked around the area to find that distinct pink haired guy you were here for and when you thought you had found him, he turned around and didn't have those typical tattoos on his face. You were utterly confused to say the least, when all of a sudden you heard a deep voice from behind you.
"Looking for me in your free time?"
You turned around and Sukuna gave you a smug look.
"Actually, yeah." you admitted and his face turned into a stunned one. He didn't expect you to be so blunt about it.
"I just came to give you that." you added and reached him the small bag.
"What's that?" he asked, mustering it before reluctantly taking it into his hands.
"Just a small thank you for last time." you crossed your arms behind your back and looked up at him, a genuine smile adorning your face. At this sight, he gulped. He examined the gift closely, slowly removing its content. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the chocolate in form of a football, his mind went blank.
"You got this for me?" he quizzed, taken aback by the kind gesture. You couldn't help but chuckle, a small bluff following.
"No, I actually got it for the other pink haired boy over there." And with that, you turned around and pointed at the man you had mistaken for Sukuna a few moments ago.
"'The other pink haired boy?'" he repeated with an amused grin. "Don't tell me you don't know him."
You shook your head.
"I don't. Why would I?" you doubted to which he responded in disbelief.
"Because he's one of the best players of our team?"
"I don't really concern myself with football or who plays it." you confided to him, causing Sukuna to drop his jaw in a state of shock before closing his mouth again in a moment of realization.
"You knew who I was though." he then stated.
"Yes, because you're a well-known womanizer." you rolled your eyes. He just laughed.
"If I am, then why aren't you all over me?"
"I'm resistant to boys like you." you shrugged your shoulders.
"Really? How are 'boys like me'?"
"Let me think." you pretended to be serious, getting into the thinker pose. "Arrogant, insufferable, boring, nasty..." he nodded at every word, occasionally raising his brows amusedly but letting you speak. Sukuna couldn't hide his entertainment, you were truly something else.
"You think so?" He came closer. "Then why did you give me the chocolate? You sure you're not crazy about me, sweet thing?" he smirked and that startled you for a moment, but you composed yourself again.
"Don't flatter yourself. You know it's not like that."
"A man can dream." he sighed and held up his hands in retreat, eyes closed. Once again, you felt your face heating up, when suddenly some of the players on the field headed your way.
"Yo, Sukuna! Hurry up, before you're late again!" someone screamed while coming up to the two of you.
"What do you mean again? I'm never late for training!" Sukuna hissed at him. Then the guy was already next to you, though on the other side of the fence.
"And what happened on thursday?" he asked him to which Sukuna kept silent. Your mind went to work, catching onto his words.
"What happened on thursday?" was your next question, curious because on that day, Sukuna helped you out.
Then another guy followed after the first, answering your question. It was the one that looked so similar to Sukuna.
"He was one hour late to our meeting, delaying the bus drive and our whole timetable and all!" The kind looking boy unfolded and now that he was closer to you, he looked like a boyish version of Sukuna, who was rather mature in contrast. His words left you speechless though, Sukuna prioritized your safety over football? You couldn't believe your ears.
"Yeah yeah yeah, and now I'm never hearing the end of it." Sukuna complained while the others laughed at him.
"Deserved." The black haired one said.
Then Sukuna took the opportunity to introduce you to each other, exposing the one with the black hair as Todo and the other one as Yuji. The two seemed to be extremely surprised at Sukuna's action for whatever reason, stammering sceptically while greeting you.
But that was not what caught you off guard, it was the way your name rolled off Sukuna's tongue. Now that you heard it slipping from his lips, you noticed you don't reckon telling him your name, so how did he know? You instantly glanced at him and when you did, he already met your gaze, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Anyways, hurry now or we're starting without you!" the two boys exclaimed to which he responded with a simple "I'm coming, dammit!", walking after them while all three of them grinned.
And with that, the athletes said their goodbyes. You returned, leaving slowly but surely. Sukuna, though, halted for a split second, calling out your name once more. He was definitely doing this on purpose.
"Hey! We're not done with that conversation!" he shouted and you inwardly agreed, wanting to confront him about the new found information that was revealed to you.
"Is that a threat?" you screamed back and he beamed at you.
"It's a promise!"
And then he turned around, running after his teammates. You couldn't help but start growing a wide smile yourself.
In the distance, you could see them teasing Sukuna about something, but you couldn't catch their voices.
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It was the next day and you were sitting in your linguistics class that was about to start in a few minutes, busy reading through the endless pages of text you were supposed to read at home. Thankfully, your lecturer was not there yet, but you still cursed yourself for not starting earlier, positive that you wouldn't finish reading it in time.
Focused on skimming through the text, you jumped when suddenly someone plumped down the seat right next to you. It couldn't be your friend who typically sat there, because she was sick this week. Of course, it was Sukuna.
"Can you stop doing that?" you hissed, still recovering from the shock.
"Where would be the fun in that?" his pearly whites flashed you.
"Why are you even here? Mixed up the classes?"
"Nah, but we have unfinished business."
"So you thought this was the right place and time for that?" you remarked sarcastically, but he replied with a careless "Yeah."
Shaking your head, you took a quick look at the time before taking the opportunity to confront him.
"Why didn't you tell me you had to be somewhere else on thursday? I would have been fine. I hope you didn't get in trouble..."
Finally talking about what left you nosy after yesterday's events, you wondered if he didn't have any classes himself. But that shouldn't bother you. You've had a hard time doing your homework and falling asleep the previous night due to Sukuna's selfless act, unable to stop your mind from wandering to said topic. You truly wouldn't have expected that from him.
"You know my reasons already, it was my decision. It was nothing your little gift couldn't have fixed." he flirted and you puffed. "I texted them I had to take care of something first and in the end, we still won. None of them was actually mad at me, so don't worry about it." he assured you and that soothed you a little.
"Next time, I'm declining your offer." you informed him.
"Next time, I'll make sure you're at the game then. Can't keep me from the game when you're at it." he smirked and you sighed. He was so annoying.
"I already told you I'm not into football."
"Yeah, about that...that has to change. Can't let you walk around not knowing who the heroes of our campus are." he exaggerated.
"Speaking of which, how do you know my name?" you finally had the chance to ask him that.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Maybe I should leave it to you to figure it out, like you did to me." he suggested, referring to you lying about sharing a class with him when you first met. The puzzled look on your face was enough for him to break out in laughter.
"But I'm not cruel like that. I know Utahime from Todo, I just didn't know she had a roommate. So when I asked him about it, he remembered your name from some of her stories. He didn't know who you were though."
So you both used the same method, the same opportunity to find out about each other? What are the chances?!
"You know Utahime?" Those were news to you. She would have told you if that was the case, you were sure of that.
He shook his head.
"Not in person, I just know she tutors Todo."
"You're unbelievable." you were shocked that he put so much effort into getting to know you.
Everything you've learned about Sukuna in the past few weeks truly surprised you. You thought he was just a big asshole that only cared about himself and had a shallow personality, but the more you got to know him, the more you realized you actually felt somewhat comfortable in his presence. Not that you would tell him that, of course.
"I know." he winked. "So, what do you say? You coming to my next game this weekend?"
"Didn't you have a game last weekend already?" And in that moment, your professor barged in.
Shit! You haven't finished reading the text yet!
"Oh you have a lot of learning to do. We have one every week of the season."
But before Sukuna could carry on his lecture on football, you tried convincing him to give you this lesson another time, internally stressed about your still due obligation of reading the text. But he was stubborn, not willing to comply until you pledged to come to his game this saturday.
The loud discussion in the otherwise so quiet room has ultimately drawn the attention of your lecturer, who quickly noticed that Sukuna didn't belong in this class.
"Mr. Sukuna, aren't you in the wrong place?" the professor voiced.
Sukuna apologized, claiming he only needed a minute before turning back to you again, everyone's eyes on the scene in front of them now. The lecturer was taken aback by Sukuna's boldness, but seeing as the period hasn't even started, he let it slide.
"Please, go already!" you pleaded whisperingly, shoving him a little but he didn't back down just yet. Thankfully, both the professor and the students started preparing for class, the noise slightly concealing your conversation and taking the focus from you.
"I'm not leaving until you promise me to come."
He pushed and you gave in, not daring to face the consequences if you didn't, and especially not wanting to make this situation even worse let alone hold up the whole class.
"Okay, okay! I'm coming! Now go!" And Sukuna grinned.
"That's what I wanted to hear, princess." he moved closer towards you, his lips right next to your ear. "Keep a lookout for number 9, he'll score the winning goal." he whispered deeply and finally stood up, excusing himself.
You let out a breath you didn't know you held and noticed some girls shooting daggers at you. You almost forgot how popular Sukuna was and that made the whole scenario the more embarrassing for you. It was in that moment that you realized what it meant to be around the campus heartthrob Ryomen Sukuna.
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Home. Finally home!!!
You thought the day would never come to an end when during all of your classes, Sukuna occupied your every thought. You didn't know what to feel, you knew he was this big ladykiller who you'd never involve yourself with usually, though at the same time, he was caring and attentive and easy to talk to.
You discarded your bag into the corner of your room and freshened up a little. Shoko would come over soon and together with Utahime, the three of you would have a long due girls night again. Movies and gossip with your two best friends - what could be better.
All of you were sitting in Utahime's room now, you didn't have a living room because your apartment consisted of only two rooms plus a bathroom and a kitchen. You didn't complain though, you were already lucky enough to have two separate rooms, many dorm members have to share one.
Shoko was even luckier and lived alone. You always switched between meeting at Shoko's place and yours. Although Shoko didn't have a big apartment, her bedroom was kind of small, so she visited you more often than you visited her.
You were in the middle of telling them the tea and they already tried to persuade you into thinking that Sukuna was interested in you. You just rolled your eyes.
"It's NOT like that! Trust me!" you insisted, but they didn't sound convinced.
"He invited you to his game?" Shoko promted.
"And didn't back off until you said yes?" Utahime's mouth fell wide open.
"I don't know, this all sounds pretty much like it is to me." Shoko was certain.
"I'm not sure, he's really nice and to be honest, different from what I thought." you admitted.
"Just be careful. His reputation speaks for itself. Don't let him fool you." Utahime then added.
"Don't worry, I won't." you sighed.
"Maybe he's just the type of guy who gets off on your 'unreachable' demeanor." Shoko wondered, tapping her chin with her finger. Your face cringed at the thought.
"Even if, it's not like I don't know better than to be cautious. I'm not playing into his game and I'm definitely not going to be one of his conquests. I could never see myself being involved like that with him." you declared confidently.
It was true, you wouldn't fall for his advances, you weren't naive. Maybe you've doubted it for a split second, but you always knew what his goals probably were. And you were thankful for your girls for reminding you.
"It's for the best, really. He is really attractive, but his reputation is just not it. If he ever makes a serious move on you, please run." Utahime concluded, disguising her sincerity with laughter. You could read her like a book however and knew she just deeply cared about you.
"I can't go alone to the game though. Are you by chance free on saturday and would join me?"
"What type of question is that, it was crystal clear from the beginning that we would come with you! Excuse me?" Utahime announced, seemingly offended and you all broke out into laughter.
Oh, how you loved your friends.
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A few days before the game, you walked to one of your classes again. This time, you were prepared. You had read the text at home and the phenomenon 'Ryomen Sukuna' didn't distract you from it. You were on your way into the building when you saw a big bus in the parking lot in front of it. It was unmistakably for the football players, you saw Sukuna and his team in the distance. Suddenly, someone bumped into you.
"Oh shit, sorry! Hey, I know you!" It was Yuji.
"Oh, hi! Are you on your way to the bus?" you asked him.
"Yeah! We have an away game again this week!"
"Oh yeah, I know, I'll be there! Good luck!"
"Oh you will? That's nice! I hope you'll enjoy our game then!"
"Thank you! By the way, I'm sorry for interrupting your training last time. I could see you and your friend were quite irritated." you scratched your head in agitation. Yuji seemed confused.
"Hm? Oh! No, sorry if we left that impression! It wasn't you, it's just that Sukuna never really introduced a girl to us before! That was strange!"
What?
His words shocked you. You wanted to know what he meant by that, after all, Sukuna had something going on with a lot of girls already. But before you could consult him, he already set off.
"Oh shit, I have to hurry up, they're already getting inside the bus!" he stressed.
"Oh, yes of course! Uhm, please tell Sukuna good luck from me. A-and the rest of the team too of course!" you passed the message on to him.
"Will do!" he beamed at you and ran off. He was so fast that it didn't take him long to reach the bus.
In the background, you could see Sukuna looking at you through the window. He was already in the bus, his chin in his hands when he winked at you. You winked back.
Great, you thought, you successfully failed keeping Sukuna from your thoughts.
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Here's part 3!!! Wasn't content with it for a while, and I've been busy. But now I like it! Omg omg so excited for all the ideas I still have for this story. Next part will be about the first game we're at! Sukuna in action (WOHOOO)! Let me know what you think! <3
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naamahdarling · 3 months ago
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The Jeebs both trundle like Smooch did, a low-to-the-ground, rapid trot that becomes a scuttle when mischief is afoot.
Jasper's "please stop, please put me down!" noise is a kind of.... It goes like if !_*' was a noise. Tiny squeak, tense hitch, little "kh!" sound. Distinctive noise, Ihave only ever heard one other cat make it: Smooch. He did it to make a point about something he wanted. But it's the same distinctive sound.
It's not that I don't miss Raleigh and Sid, of course I do. But Smooch was mine, attached to me like a hairy limpet, always there. And so I feel that loss physically so much of the time.
Normally the other cats of the household squeeze together after a loss and fill that hole, pulling the edges together so it can heal a little faster. So the mind doesn't trip over as many gaps.
We lost all our boys, all of them, our dear boys. There's nothing to close the wound but Fancy and the tenuous threads of affection between the Jeebers and us. It's not enough.
I had a very bad couple of hours this afternoon thinking about those final goodbyes. Smooch went so easy and didn't suffer beforehand. He passed out at home after a huge snack, during a nap with both of us on the bed. He never regained consciousness. That helps. But I miss him. I miss him in ways I didn't expect, and so I wasn't prepared.
I have two pale little shades in my house, who look so much like him, if I'm not really looking. I'm not sorry at all to have them. But it's like his ghost roams with them sometimes.
The others we were going to look at were black and white. Not black tabbies like Raleigh or colorpoints like Smooch, nor quite solid black like Sid -- the blacker of the two was fluffy which Sid wasn't, the shorthair was high white. I wouldn't have chosen to color match, if I'd really been choosing. But the babies came to us and I wasn't going to say no to their little faces; how could anyone?
It's just...a form of haunting. I would honestly prefer a genuine ghost.
All that said, I'm so happy the babies are here and I rejoice in how beautiful they are. Truly gorgeous cats. A hundred times a day I think how are such beautiful cats ours?
You'd never know they aren't purebred something.
It's just. Lonely.
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Nasty little thing.
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moodymisty · 5 months ago
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Please please please PLEASE produce some nsfw with female reader Alexis Polux Propaganda. I need some Imperial Fist content.
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Author's note: HMNGNGNGGGGG POLUX TIME
Relationships: Alexis Polux/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Size difference, Praise kink, Polux is a good boy™, Rough-ish sex
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"I'm surprised to see someone so young here,"
A voice speaks, and you don't entirely realize they're talking to you until they come up on your left side with an expectant look on their face.
"You look a bit too well dressed to be someones servant," You aren't quite a fan of the way he seems to examine you like a painting, but you assume he just isn't familiar with social gatherings. Many of the people in these circles are always examining for weaknesses, valuable information, so the feeling isn't entirely new. You just aren't used to it.
With a soft smile you nod to say hello despite him not giving you the same courtesy, holding your parchment close to your chest.
Your drawings had been going well, documenting the progress of the Palace has been no small feat, and the few picts you've taken will go along will with the various sketches you've been working on.
"Well, I'm usually not on Terra, But right now I'm here on business. Imp-"
The man cuts you off, letting out a noise. You're not sure if he's a commissar out of his regalia or a lord, not that it matters in the end.
"Ohhh! That's surprising."
You wonder why he thinks that.
"You don't seem like a young lady who would be part of the fortifications of the Sol system," It takes a lot in you to keep your place- to not roll your eyes - and just smile and nod.
"Well, looks are deceiving sometimes."
The man smiles and nods, seemingly amused your answer.
"Indeed they are."
You look away from him and over the massive and ornate railing at the view below you, spires and twisting paths of gold weaved between endless construction. Your primarch has been hard at work, and the pict you decide to take will serve as a useful thing to add to your ever growing documentation.
The man looks at you amusingly as you do it, but oddly enough doesn't ask why.
"How long have you been out here all alone?" He looks at you curiously, his chin tilted upward just slightly as he casually crosses his arms.
You think on it for a moment. You aren't meant to be here for the current meeting, it just happens to be going on in tandem to your arrival. You also haven't been alone for most of it, though your guardian- you can't think of any other word to call him, even if guardian doesn't quite fit - has been absent as he left to give orders briefly.
"No more than an hour, I think." The man throws out a hand, gesturing it vaguely in your direction.
"An hour out here? how about you come and get a drink with me? At least take a break and warm up before you come back out here." You politely shake your head and take a step back, still holding your parchments close to your chest.
"Oh, no thank you, I don't have the time to take a break, I'm quite busy."
He waves off your refusal. "Nonsense, have you even been to a Terran gathering? There's plenty of things I'm sure you've never seen before. Have you tried wine?"
You haven't, but your interest to do so is nonexistent under this context. Desires aside, you have work to do; Dorn and his men hold your work to a high bar and won't be fond to see you slacking off.
"I haven't but I really need to get back to my work, or my Pri-"
The man reaches for you hand and while he grasps it gently, the gesture is unwelcome.
You notice two Imperial Fists passing by as you tug your hand out of his own and back away, scowling at him. The closer Fist that passes you by looks at you, and moments later you hear the distinctive crackle of the vox device in his helmet turning on as he continues by. It's a soft sound you've gotten used to, in your time close to astartes.
"Surely your work isn't important enough to not enjoy some company. I am far too bored of the people who only seem to chat because they want something."
Despite his lament seemingly authentic he seems to want something from you, hence his forcefulness. he reaches forward once again to put a hand on your arm and you back away, but you accidentally back yourself between him and the railing- cornering yourself.
"I told you, I am here on business and I am really not interested in-"
You hear something to your left, the thundering of heavy footsteps - and the both of you turn to see the source.
A wide surface of bright yellow armor is what you see, spanning far wider than you and far taller, as well. It makes you overjoyed, you know who he is- while the man looses all the blood in his face at once.
“Let go of her.”
Polux doesn’t need to do much more than speak and the man removes his hand, as now it's suddenly as if you're on fire.
Polux stands in the same realm as the primarchs in height in his armor, and even someone used to being around space marines would find themself more than a bit intimidated by him by just his presence, let alone being the object of his displeasure.
You know he's far kinder than his off-putting visage implies, but both you and Polux are fine with not letting anyone know about it.
"Thank you, Polux."
The man seems surprised by you saying the marine's name so casually, and the way he looks down at you. He looks at you as if he knows you, which given how rare it is for astartes to interact with baseline humans, is more than a bit unusual. His short, cropped blonde hair is stuck to his head in weird ways, after so long underneath his helmet.
You turn to him, fingers flexing around your notebook as you take one side step in Polux's direction.
"I was trying to say I am here on Imperial Fist business. I am one of the remembrancers for The Fists documenting their fortification of Terra." Polux stares at the man, and his neutral face accidentally serves to frighten him more. Despite you knowing the astartes is almost what you would dare consider shy, his stalwart, wrinkled face does not imply that in the slightest.
"And I am quite busy doing so."
The man swallows, playing with his teeth while shifting his jaw nervously.
"Oh I am, so so sorry. I never meant to intrude on Fists business, I was only trying to offer a nice lady a d-" Polux ignores the man; Looking down at you.
"Are you alright?"
You know if you say you aren't Polux will more than likely drag the man somewhere to be punished for his misdeeds. But you're fine, and find the whole idea a bit too time consuming to deal with. It's not as if he did anything horrific, besides being far too pushy and irritating. Given your status as remembrancer mouthing off to someone who might possibly be a high lord wasn't something you can do either, less you risk getting your head rent from your shoulders.
"Yes, I'm ok. Just a little handsy."
Polux only needs to take one look in his direction and gesture, almost as if the man is a wild animal, to dismiss him, and he walks off with a briskness in his step.
Now alone with Polux you soften significantly; While he doesn't do the same visibly, you can tell in his tone of voice and eyes that he is somewhat less aggravated.
You give him a sweet smile, ignoring the chilly breeze penetrating your clothes. He must've gotten the vox that the Fist sent when he walked by, probably knowing a fight was brewing. He looks down at you with that stoic but soft expression.
Even as battle hardened and massive as he is, something about Polux is almost, gentle.
"Thank you so much for saving me, Polux. I needed that."
His face changes just the slightest bit. You don't know why, and you can only assume he finds your thank you thoughtful. You don't imagine he hears the words that often.
Reaching forward he grasps your shoulder with his wide gauntlet, and starts to push you along. You nearly stumble over with how much ground he expects you to cover in one step, almost loosing hold of your parchments.
"We should return to the Eternal Crusader."
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When you returned to the ship, it had taken Polux 45 minutes to remove himself from his armor.
Record time; Given his size he wears custom armor that takes more effort- and thus time - to remove.
It had taken only fifteen more to return to his quarters, dragging you along. Once you got there, there was only roughly 40 seconds before the sound of the door locking, and Polux picking you up, and throwing you onto his cot.
Your clothes didn’t survive the minutes after- they became tattered ribbons on the floor as Polux made a strategic path to his target.
He had such a logistical way about it; his bred traits cause him to treat every scenario with stoic and almost taciturn attitude.
He thrusts into you, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room with an embarrassing loudness.
“Thank you for saving me, Alexis,”
The sentence goads him on hitting a deep part of him, and you feel the way he drives his cock even deeper into you. He’s pressing you into the cot, laying on your stomach back arched to present yourself to him. Polux is almost uncomfortably wide at his hips and torso, you can barely spread your thighs enough to allow him close enough, unless he puts your knees by your ears.
“Why must you find yourself in trouble every time I turn away from you,”
You let out a sharp moan as he drives himself into your particularly deep, and the thick base of his cock stretches you even wider.
“It just finds me, I don’t know what I’d do without you,”
He lets out a soft groan and you swear your feel his cock throb inside of you at the praise.
Polux has always had trouble recognizing his own skill among the other Imperial Fists. His skill is never enough, and he always doubts his place as belonging to his late brother. Your words fan a fire inside of him that only fuels with the acknowledgement that he has done his duty to the utmost of perfectionism, and never once faltered.
“More, please more,”
He grunts with effort as his massive forearms cage your body, his hips slapping against your ass. You know you're going to be covered in bruises that you'll have to cover, find excuses for, but you couldn't care less. You nearly squeal as the head of his cock bullies his way deeper inside of you, feeling like it’s at your belly button. His cot isn’t meant for this kind of abuse and creaks unhappily, threatening to crumble under the weight and strength of nearly 400 kilos of muscle and fat.
Why did you have to pick the biggest Imperial Fist that’s ever lived? Polux swallows your entire body in his shadow, and the overwhelming heat he exudes stifles the air with the hot smell of sweat and sex, combined with the odd chemical smell of an Astartes.
In an odd way it’s begun to stir something in you, and at times you at the way your body betrays you and begins to get hot at the worst of times.
Your hands desperately attempt to reach for anything to hold on to, one gripping his forearm and feeling his hair on your palm. You can feel the almost painful tightness in your lower stomach as you get closer and closer, gritting your teeth.
You have to be loud enough that it can be heard in the halls. You dread the idea of the serfs hearing their newest, brightest and shiniest remembrancer getting getting absolutely fucked out of her mind by one of the Imperial Fist's most stalwart and immovable men. But you can’t find the ability to be quiet- not when the Astartes is trying to force his cock impossibly deeper with each thrust as his balls slap against your cunt.
His brow furrows tight as he fucks you like it’s a singular goal, giving no mercy or gentleness.
The painful twisting vice in your stomach finally snaps when you cum, what little strength you had to keep your hips tilted upwards fails. You go nearly limp, and Polux is forced to move a hand to grab your hip and hold you up to continue trying to drive himself closer and closer to your cervix.
The way your soft walls clench around him almost stops the marine dead, and you can hear the hiss he lets out through his teeth.
This is only the third time he’s fucked you, and the first time he’s initiated it. The feeling of nerves and neurons unused being stimulated in such a way is almost overwhelming to him, and he isn’t sure if he enjoys the way his body almost takes control from him in that desperate, primal effort to finish.
He grips your hip tighter and fucks you harder with little regard to your limp and well fucked body, cumming inside of you not a few moments later. Buried to the hilt you feel the hot pooling of cum inside of you, and the way his cock twitches with each spurt.
When he pulls out, you whimper at the feeling of your abused cunt fluttering around nothing, and beads of his cum leaking from you.
You feel the back of your thighs ache in pain, and you’re sure they’ll be bruised wonderfully in a few hours.
“…Are you well?”
Polux says with an almost out of place concern as you lay limp on his cot. You nod and try to turn on your side beneath him.
“I’ll, I’ll be ok.” You don’t know if you will be right away; Your lower stomach aches as your cunt tries to recover from his abuse, and you’re sure sitting down or doing anything strenuous is going to be painful the next few days.
Polux furrows his brow, shifting his thin lips.
“I, do not like how unclear my mind gets during my… time, with you.”
You wish you could explain to him that’s normal, but to a man who’s known nothing but the machinations of a crusade, of standing stalwart and logical in the face of unknowns- desireless - you don’t know if you ever could.
“Do you want me to leave?” You look up at him, and he shakes his head.
“No.”
You attempt to adjust, but the motion puts tension on your aching muscles and causes you to grimace.
“You’re hurt? You lied?” Polux looks at you sternly, and you shake your head.
“I’m just really, sore. And bruised.” Polux shifts and moves to stand, further motivated when you hiss in pain again.
“You need the Medicae.” You quickly speak up. “Would you like to explain to them how you, an Astartes, fucked me so hard I can’t walk, or should I?”
Polux stares at you stone faced, a thinking expression that would be funny, if not for the embarrassment you implied.
“I… I will go to the apothecary and say you injured yourself and need salve.” Polux shifts his jaw, and you can see some of his more shy personality come through. “I will, forgo the details.”
You can’t help but smile a bit before he leaves, watching as the man storms off task at hand, and leaves you to wait.
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percyluvr · 1 year ago
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Hi, can you do a percy x reader? I would love for it to be angst where the reader feels like they aren’t good enough for percy so they never confess their feelings to percy and watches him get into a relationship with someone else.
percy jackson x reader summary: you don't think you will ever be good enough for percy, so you watch him slowly fall in love with another girl that isn't you wc: 1549 pt 2
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You'd never been confident in yourself, but you could usually find something, anything, about yourself that you liked that you could grasp onto that would get you through the day. You could always find something before, but not now. not after seeing the boy that you had been in love with since you first met talking with her. Your life wasn't fair. Yes, they'd been on quest after quest after quest together, but you were his best friend. Sure, you weren't as smart as her, and nowhere near as beautiful as her, but a small part of you thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of a chance that Percy could like you the same way that you liked him. Maybe you were just delusional, but you two were best friends, for god's sake, didn't that mean anything to him?
It wasn't fair, seeing him with her. They aren't even together and they're already looking at each other like nothing else in the world matters. He never looked at you like that, and you knew it. You knew the way he looked at you, like you were his little sister or something, and every time you thought about the distinction, your heart cracked just a little bit more. 
After the first time you saw the way they looked at each other, you could never see anything else when you saw them together. All you could focus on was their eyes, deeply and lovingly gazing at each other, blushing even when there was nothing suggestive about what the other person said. 
All you could do to stop yourself from breaking down into tears in front of everyone at camp was to think about the fact that they weren't dating yet. They weren't dating, so you still had a chance, but deep down, you knew, you knew that there was no way in hell you had a chance when he looked at her like she personally put each little star into the sky. There was no chance for you to get what you wanted, not when she looked at him like he made the sun shine every morning.
They deserve each other, you know it, but you can't help but be bitter. you knew him first, you knew him before anyone at camp. He was your friend when your mother died and you were on the streets. He was the one who told his mother about his new friend who lived on the streets. He was the one that gave you a place to stay for your entire childhood and teenage years. you should appreciate that, and you do, but you can't help but hate him when you see them together. You can't help yourself feeling bitter, not when she stole him from you.
Nothing in your life was fair. You couldn't even get the boy that you had been pining over for years. you, your siblings, your friends, everybody knew that there was no chance for you, but that didn't stop you from trying, and failing, over and over again.
You woke up, and the first thing on your mind was Percy. He was always the first thought in your mind, and you bet that he wasn't the first thought on her mind when she woke up. You were the one who thought of him every second of the day, so why did he like her? You knew that in reality, you had nothing special to offer, but she did, and that was probably why he liked her, but you couldn't stop yourself from thinking how much you hated it. Why couldn't you be special? Why was fate such a cruel thing? Why did you have to be plain-looking, average at everything? Why did you have to be the person that everyone overlooked? Why couldn't you have just one quality that stood out, that made someone say, "Hey that's unique, I want to get to know them!"
You tried to be special, you tried to find your 'special skill,' you tried to find something about yourself that you could work on that would stand out to Percy, that would finally make him say, "Wow, I've been missing out with her," but you found nothing. You were never good enough for anyone in your life, and you thought that you were finally good enough for Percy, but you now realize that you aren't, and you never would be, not when you were being compared to her.
She was special, she was beautiful, she was smart, she was one of the chosen ones, she was perfect. You would never, not in a million years, even be a fraction as wonderful as her. You were reminded of this every day. 
You were reminded of how perfect she was every time that you saw how Percy's cheeks had a pink hue dusting them every time she was in view. You were reminded of how perfect she was every time they sat together and looked into each other's eyes, adoration showing with no care who saw. You were reminded of how perfect she was every time they reached for something at the same time, fingers brushing, causing a blush to appear on both of their faces as they quickly retracted their hands, hoping that the other wouldn't see the raging hues of pink appearing on their cheeks.
You compare yourself to her every waking minute. You looked at your dull, frizzy hair and thought of how her hair shimmered in the sunlight. You looked at your rough, dull skin and thought about how her healthy, smooth skin only added to her beauty. You thought about her perfectly proportionate body every time you stepped in front of a mirror, every time you got dressed in the morning.
You wondered why life was so unfair, why you couldn't have this one thing. You'd not been blessed with anything special about you. You were plain in every way. Your skin didn't reflect the light, your hair didn't shimmer in the sunlight, and your body sure as hell didn't look even half as good as hers did in jeans and a t-shirt. Couldn't the gods just give you this one thing? All you wanted, all you ever asked for, was your best friend's love. 
And sure, he loved you as a friend, but that wasn't enough for you. You should've been grateful he even loved you as a friend, but you desperately wanted something in life that could set you apart from the rest. There was nothing about you that could possibly do that, but Percy was special. Percy was beautiful, in every single interpretation of the word. He was funny, he was strong, he was brave, and he always said the right thing, even if he didn't mean to. He was absolutely perfect, like one of the gods.
The more you thought about it, the more you realized that it was just natural that the two of you couldn't be together. He outshone you in every way possible. He was too perfect for you, and you could never deserve him, not in a million years. she, on the other hand, absolutely deserved him. She was regal, she always looked perfect, she always said the right thing, she was smart, maybe she wasn't that funny, but that didn't matter. She was wonderful, wonderful enough to deserve him and any other boy in the world that she wanted. You could never be like her, no one could, and that was why she deserved him. That was why she would get him in the end, and your pathetic, average, lame self would not.
You finally understood this, and that was why you wouldn't, no, couldn't try to get in the way of this. It was fate that they would get together, and who the hell were you to get in the way of fate? Exactly, you were no one. You were a pathetic loser who couldn't even stand up and be brave for the man they love. You wouldn't fight for him. you couldn't fight for him. but she would. She would fight for him, and even if you did attempt to win his love, you would never win. You would never win against her.
She was perfect for him, in every way that you could possibly think of. This conclusion was why you couldn't even bring yourself to be surprised when you finally saw them walking around camp, shyly holding each other's hands and happily chatting with each other. Percy raised the hand holding hers, almost as if to mock your pitiful self, and gave you a small wave. All you could do in response was slightly raise your hand and give him a small smile.
You knew, deep down, that this was right. this was the way things were supposed to be. You would never, not ever, deserve a boy like him. He was Percy Jackson, for god's sake, how could a loser like yourself ever even think that they could get with him? 
And that was it, you realized. He was Percy Jackson, and you were, well, yourself. The two of you were from two completely different worlds, and in both of those worlds, nobody like yourself could ever deserve a person like him.
a/n: you can probably tell, but this was honestly my first time writing something like this, but i really enjoyed it. it was the first time i didn't stop writing at all, like zero writer's block!!!! so thank you so much for this request, i really enjoyed writing it and i hope you love it or at least like it <3
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tavina-writes · 1 year ago
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I started writing yet another tag essay in the notes of a different post where OP posited that the reason established relationships that are rock solid or functional are hard to write and find in fiction because there's missing tension due to the lack of will they won't they, and how one way to solve this in a story is to make the characters insane about each other. (The post is here.)
And don't get me wrong! I like when characters are a little or a lot unhinged about each other! and I also like relationships that self destruct, tragedies that end badly, and all that jazz I enjoy these things a lot! They're good things!
But I'm thinking about relationship tension again and how like, okay yes sometimes we want our characters confess they're in love with each other and get together and sail off into a soft epilogue, etc. This too is love!
But I think fundamentally to deny the fact that two (or more) people can love each other deeply, be totally committed to each other, and yet still have difficulties and life problems to tackle together is an underexplored facet of romance. The mundane of this is where the real romance lies on our day to day as people, and I find this so...rarely? tackled in fiction?
Maybe this is because I'm ace, but I feel that there's a distinct? vibe to these sorts of mature and enduring romances where like, the love is there, the commitment is there, but we still have moments we need to work for it because that's life and we work for it because we find each other worth it.
What is more romantic than compromise with someone you care for deeply? What is more romantic than tackling problems together and trying to come to an agreement and sometimes not being able to but still having done your best and accepted the outcome anyway?
What is a long lasting relationship that isn't about give and take and growing together or coming apart? Aren't those stories interesting? How could any long lasting relationship where people are deeply in love with each other be boring when like, to BE in a relationship with someone for ten, twenty, thirty, sixty years and come out the other side of that saying 'you're the one, you're still the one, you've always been the one' is one of the most wild and rare type of relationships to have?
What sort of sacrifice and compromise and work it takes to build that sort of relationship, isn't that interesting? To persist despite moments of doubt and periods of despair and all the work it takes in mundanity? all the trials a relationship like that has to survive and has survived, isn't that still tension? isn't that still interesting?
Maybe it's just me that I find this more interesting than "will they? won't they?" Either they will or they won't but when I'm reading a romance they mostly will! But do they have what it takes to stay there? And if they do isn't that one of the most interesting things in the world to look at?
Isn't that also love?
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respectthepetty · 2 months ago
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Haru is asexual! It totally makes sense!
Because I'm always screaming that "the colors mean things," I truly believed that Aki and Haru were in love with each other when I watched the first movie, Let's Eat Together, Aki & Haru, even though they never kissed or explicitly stated that they loved each other, so it's odd to have people upset at depictions of sex in some BLs yet have others dismiss this couple because of the absence of intimate affection when I never doubted they loved each other.
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I don't believe there is one right way to love; therefore, there isn't only one correct way to present love, so to have Aki and Haru's love unfold the way it did in the second movie when I always believed they did love each other was a surprise I wasn't expecting, and now I'm in my feels!
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Aki is a yellow-coded character, so he is naturally loud, joyful, and far more courageous than Haru, but he is also cautious. Aki knows how he feels about Haru, but he hasn't said anything because he doesn't want to disrupt their life together. He sees these feelings as a burden he doesn't want to place on Haru, so instead, he keeps quiet because it's easier to love Haru silently as he has been doing rather than disturb the peace they have.
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Which is why I loved that Haru was the one to broach the topic regarding how important they are to each other. Haru is blue-coded. He is honest but reserved and comes across as impersonal and aloof at times. Yet he specifically tells Aki that his life is warmer because of Aki, who, once again, is yellow (and orange) coded.
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Haru didn't correct Aki at the gallery when Aki made that claim, but this has clearly been on his mind long before Aki made the comment. Haru lingers by the kitchen doorway while Aki cooks. He drinks a beer to calm his nerves. He stops and restarts the conversation several times as he struggles for the right words. They have been going along for two-thirds of this movie with Aki keeping quiet and Haru not having the words to say anything, yet here he is finally saying what he has been wrestling with the entire time all because he is so bothered that Aki doesn't realize how significant he is in his life.
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He stated in the first film that he wanted to live his life with Aki, and he reinforces that during this conversation by adding that he doesn't just want to live his life with Aki, but he never wants to part from Aki. They aren't just living their individual lives next to each other, but they are living a life, together, with each other. Haru's life is Aki's and Aki's life is Haru's. There is no distinction between the two. They cannot be parted.
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Which pushes Aki to finally confess.
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But it's not a confession of how much he loves Haru. It's a confession of what he believes to be a betrayal. He thinks Haru wants his best friend around, yet he won't want him around once he understands that Aki is in love him.
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Aki sees himself as a liar who has betrayed his friend's trust, so he believes Haru will hate him.
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And this is why I think Haru is a great example of ace representation, specifically demiromantic asexuality. He pauses to mull over what Aki has said. He lets the word "love" roll around in his mouth for a bit. Then he simply concludes that it all makes sense. Aki loves him. And that totally makes sense.
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Earlier when Haru's sister stopped by to tell them she was marrying her high school sweetheart, Aki was excited to hear the details, but Haru told her she could stop as he was uninterested in the conversation. However, he did offer up that it was by time that they were getting married as if it was a logical step in their relationship. In the first movie, he also wasn't too invested in her relationship troubles when she mentioned she has to do all the cooking and cleaning, and he immediately responded that Aki is amazing because he cooks while Haru cleans, which is a key point in their living arrangement, and even though Haru is resistant to touch, he allows Aki to put his head on his shoulder when he cooks for Aki, so now that he knows Aki loves him, it makes it easier to live their life together. It's logical.
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Aki has worked it up in his head that Haru would hate him because Haru seems perfectly content with the way their life is as best friends, but Haru, the boy that blends their colors together and wears green, stated earlier in the film that he liked Aki just the way he is and hoped that Aki found a job that would allow Aki to be himself. Haru could never hate Aki because he loves him.
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And that could never be wrong because everything about it is so right. It all makes sense.
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Haru doesn't realize he is love with Aki because Haru doesn't associate any of the things his sister (or Aki) connect to love with what he feels for Aki. His sister wants someone to share her problems. His sister cooks and cleans. His sister goes places with her other half. Aki and Haru do that stuff all the time, so it makes sense that Aki would believe he is in love with Haru since these are apparently the steps to get there. Aki can be in love with whoever he wants to be in love with if these things are the basic foundation for that but at the end of the day, Aki is spending his life with Haru cooking and cleaning, and now that he confessed that he is in love with Haru, it makes sense for them to stay together, as they are, doing things that couples do.
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But after spending an entire day together on another date that Haru now realizes is a date, he comes to the logical conclusion that he loves Aki too.
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Haru went to the aquarium with Aki because he knew Aki was trying to make him happy. Haru got a futon for the kotatsu because Aki wanted it. Haru didn't want to go to England because he didn't want to leave Aki. But Haru also has a specific way to eat a burger, so he can get a bite of each component at once unlike Aki, who just goes all in. Haru has to cut off the stove before giving Aki a hug unlike Aki who can just go for a hug whenever. When their friend was squealing in the kitchen after Haru plainly admitted how much he cares about Aki, Haru didn't see why she was so excited. Haru is diligent, which all their friends point out, so he needed time to think about "love." It makes sense that Aki, with his emotions and courage, would be able to know he was in love with Haru since they do things that couples do, but Haru needed to understand that he does, in fact, love Aki too, but he doesn't express it in all the ways he thought he needed to in order to consider it love. So just like him admitting Aki gives his life warmth, he tells Aki he loves him now that he has the words.
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Haru is ace. He didn't consider that him doing all the things he did for Aki were because he loved him. He did them because he wanted to do them for Aki. But once Aki confessed that he loves Haru, it made Haru reevaluate what love looks like, not only for him, but for them. If Aki can cook and occasionally clean for him because he loves him, doesn't that mean that Haru also cleans and occasionally cooks for Aki because he loves him? If Aki never wants to be away from Haru because he loves him, wouldn't that mean that since Haru wants to live forever with Aki that he loves Aki?
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Aki is yellow, loud, and goes all in, but Haru is blue, reserved, and needs logical steps. They are different, yet they love each other in the same exact ways. Haru just needed a bit of time to understand that. But now that he does, his whole relationship with Aki and the feelings he has toward Aki make sense.
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Because *they* make sense.
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Together.
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soratsuart · 17 days ago
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Random TDP thought but I very much enjoyed that the animal sidekicks all have distinctive personalities and are characters of their own to a certain point instead of just being kinda there and serving as comedic relief sometimes.
Like. Many shows will just give characters animal sidekicks for the sake of it and not do much with them with counted exceptions (looking at you The Owl House, I love the palismen but other than Flapjack most of them didn't do much, not even Luz's). In TDP, meanwhile we are introduced to Bait from episode 1 and he's always had a very distinct personality even before the reveal that Ezran can understand animals (thus allowing for better chances at having animals express themselves and giving them personalities).
Bait is grumpy and rolls his eyes at the kids antics a lot, but he undoubtedly loves them all a lot and tries to help them to the best of his ability, be it by acting as a comforting presence when they're sad, literally acting in the face of danger (as part of a plan or otherwise) to help them or doing silly things to cheer them up like helping Callum cheer up Rayla in s7. He also has his own stuff going on, tho! I enjoy how easily jealous he gets of all the other animals (or dragon) when he first meets them only to eventually warm up to them and protect them or comfort them too! He's such a fun character and TDP wouldn't be the same without him. When I tell you I'd die for this glowtoad-
And then there's Stella! When they introduced her I was a bit worried this would be one of those instances where they give the female protagonist an animal sidekick just cuz the male protagonists had one and then do nothing about her, but turns out I was wrong! Stella is so charismatic and fun. She's cute and loving but also mischievous. She has turned out to be such a great help for the characters and I like how much she tries to help Rayla, sometimes to her own detriment like when she fell trying to catch the pearl. The fact that she has an habit to just grab whatever catches her eye is so funny to, little thieving monkey... The fact that her magic makes her a legit threat in combat caught me by surprise tho (THE FUCKING PORTAL DECAPITATION IN THE FINALE, HELLO???)
I can't say much about the bailings because they don't have that much going on for them yet. They're literal babies and their personalities aren't that distinctive in comparison + haven't had the chance to develop themselves yet, but it's nice they have at least some preferences displayed already like Hat just deciding that they want to be with Soren specifically from the get go or Jellybug having a sweet tooth. I'm also a big fan of Sneezles sticking with Callum and helping Stella make Rayllum real again (our MVPs for real those two)
Over all just. Idk, I really like these little creatures a lot, they make me smile whenever they appear on screen and I really enjoy the fact the writers made sure we'd have reasons to care for and get attached to them. They're a very important part of this show too, even if they might not be as noticed as the human, elf and dragon characters
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intimidating-fettuccine · 23 days ago
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sorry if this is too specific! can i req candy pop and/or jason the toymaker with a reader who dresses clowncore? :D ty! ♡⁠
I hope I did justice on this for you! Please enjoy :)
Candy:
Slay, Clown! (He would absolutely say this to you instead of slay, queen, and on a very regular basis.) Candy would absolutely love having a partner who dresses in clown aesthetic fashion (especially considering what his own wardrobe looks like, he's referred to as one of the mansion's clowns for a reason). He totally tries to match you in outfits, even if the outfits aren't the exact same, you're bound to have similar things in your wardrobes, so he definitely tries to match you just based off of creativity alone, but I can also see him getting the two of you matching outfits. I feel like his favorite part would absolutely be any little accessories you might have, and he totally surprises you with new little clownish accessories to wear all the time because he thinks you look SO cute. I feel like it started with LJ saying it first, but I feel like everyone in the mansion starts calling you a traveling circus because you're both always dressed like clowns, which also, speaking of that, Candy can absolutely do a few circus tricks, and he would definitely teach you some if you wanted to learn simple ones from him, may as well make the traveling circus nickname more accurate. If you ever have days where you don't want to be all dressed up he still thinks you're just as cute, plus he himself isn't dressed clownishly every day either. So long as you're happy and confident in whatever you're wearing, that's all he cares about, after all, you'll always be his little clown at heart, even if you aren't dressed for it.
Jason:
Jason just can't get away from clowns, huh? I'm kidding, but that is a silly little thought he definitely has at some point considering his two best friends are clowns. Jason definitely thinks you're incredibly cute as well, and he tells you as much all the time. Jason, as a fashionista himself, loves it when people have a distinct style and stick to it, and you are no exception, he thinks it's great that you have your own unique style, and he very much encourages it. As I always say with any related Jason and fashion related request, he will absolutely tailor you your own clothes if you'd like him to. If you have a specific outfit in mind but you haven't been able to find something similar enough in person yet, he will absolutely make it for you. Even if you just want something new and clownishly different, he will do his best to make you the perfect outfits. (He's partially used to designing clown clothes because he makes stuff for LJ and Candy.) Also loves getting you little accessories to wear and I am going to tell you with absolute certainty if you ever, EVER, wear a red clown nose he will honk it. Every single time, he will honk it, and he will do a silly little laugh after, and it's one of the cutest Jason things you will ever witness. While Jason doesn't dress in full clown inspired outfits, he does like adding a little clownish flair to some of his outfits, and I can see him making some more toned down versions of the clothes he makes for you so you can both still match, and he'll probably take a whole bunch of pictures because you're just the cutest thing in the whole world whenever you're dressed up together.
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jyeshindra · 1 year ago
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Astrolovations (I)
Hey there! Just noting down some things I observe and connections I make regarding astrology. And yes, I made up a new word. Deal with it.
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You can always spot an Aquarius by that look in their eye and a half smile. Like they're judging you, studying you, and experiencing you all at the same time.
More feminine Aquarians give me cool-girl vibes. They're detached and kind of removed from things, but super chill at the same time. Friendly and open but they have and will express their boundaries.
The more masculine Aquarians can fit that stubborn, know-it-all Aquarian stereotype a bit better. These more unhealed Aquarians are so difficult. Fixed air? Saturn and Uranus dominance? This is not a person who will follow other people's rules. A frustrating energy for sure. I dare say it's giving asshole. LOL
Sagittarius and Gemini make a good duo, but these signs are likely to solely be intellectual. Neither sign is very good at feeling. They aren't emotional! And they may talk about emotions...sure! But don't be fooled!
The most important thing to a Sagittarius Moon? Their freedom! They won't do well in relationships where the other is constantly telling them how to live their life and making critical analyses. Remember this sign is half-man and half-beast. That lower half wants to frolick and go wherever it wishes! If it feels pinned down or caged, it'll fight back or just disappear.
Taureans are always listening. These people are super wise and super knowledgeable but they won't be obvious about it like a Sagittarius or Gemini. It reminds me of how earth has this ability to hold things and fossilize things over time. Taurus kind of has this energy. I think it's the receptivity of Venus in Fixed Earth. AND that Scorpio opposition. Both of these signs are super observant and notice the little details. Their intuitive knowledge is gained from absorbing so much over time and letting that information marinate. It's how they both are able to create such amazing foundations for themselves.
I do believe in cuspy energy. But only cause Sidereal exists. A lottt of people are two different signs in two different systems. Cusps feel like the same sort of situation to me. But also...if you have your birth time you know which sign you fall under, which destroys the whole cusp argument.
I actually do kinda identify more with my Vedic chart than my Tropical chart. I see both energies, but my Pisces Sun/Scorpio Moon makes so much sense to me. Especially once I learned I'm Jyeshtha!
Speaking of Jyeshtha...the voices of these natives are usually distinguishable in some way. I think this may be Mercury-ruled nakshatras in particular (Ashlesha, Jyeshtha, Revati) but I can only feel strongly about Jyeshtha with this one. I mean Charlie Sheen...Donald Trump...even Nicki Minaj. The voices are so distinct. Even my Jyeshtha professor has a pretty distinct, raspy voice.
The way trauma has made certain aspects of my chart invisible to me. Part of what makes this practice so interesting to me is how much of my chart is waiting to be lit up by my own future. There's mysteries inside of me I haven't even met yet.
I think the last four zodiac moon signs (Cap, Pisces, Sag, and Aqua) can deal with their emotions in a very existential way. It's almost like they're thinking about their emotions in relationship to bigger/large concepts or constructs. Their perspective is already geared towards a "bigger picture" so to speak. They'll often handle their emotions in an impersonal way too. Aquarius will rationalize it, Capricorn will likely fall into pessimism or suppress it, Pisces may wallow and succumb to existential dread, Sagittarius will also intellectualize or avoid it altogether!
That's all for this round of observations! Stay tuned for the next edition.
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