#cloud baby you have to know this isn't how people act

[withoutanumber]

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “ - biggs

Cloud didn't know exactly where Biggs stayed the night, generally speaking, but he was pretty sure it wasn't in the apartment complex where Tifa had found him a room. And that was where he was chilling, sitting out on the steps leading up to the second floor at midnight, watching the people go by. Midgar truly was the city that never slept.

He didn't know why Biggs was still there, other than – well, nerves, from the sound of it. Cloud himself was still buzzing with adrenaline, like Biggs had suggested, but he wasn't going to admit that. He shouldn't have been.

“Not especially,” Cloud replied flatly, knowing full well that such an answer wasn't going to deter the other man.

@vctlan

[restless-soulz]

HOW THE HOUSEWARDENS ACT W/ A BABY (not their own, they're all still underage)

RIDDLE:

-man this guy is so bad with babies, but damn it if he isn't efficient

-he'll make sure that the physical needs are taken care of, but that's not entirely what a baby needs.

-but a baby can't tell you what exactly it needs so it'll just be stressful for both of them until he figures it out

-it might be a while

-doesn't do super well with physical affection (giving)

-he probably won't burn down the house to make a bottle for the baby but he will stress about the temperature and it'll go cold before he's satisfied and it'll repeat the process ad infinitum

LEONA:

-pls the baby he knew was cheka, and he was easy he's got this (NOT)

-lion man just wants to sleep and does not appreciate being woken up for feedings or changings or anything else

-doesn't care about bottle temp, milk is milk

-won't show but is a little stressed about having claws vs incredibly fragile baby skin

-genuinely confused to as why not all babies are not like Cheka

-after a while he'll get down the baby language and be so fast at it, just to maximize his sleep

-hey if it works it works

AZUL:

-another one not really fit for children

-would try to foist off the child to the leeches, and then realize that unfortunately he is the much better option (because morays eat their young)

-he will do his best tho and he will do an almost perfect job

-he just...overestimates human baby milestones

-it's ok, it can go one of two ways. either the parent is delighted by fast progress or Azul feels embarrassed

-like riddle, doesn't super love the whole physical contact thing

-also secretly i'd think he'd be great to talk to for anything involved in being recognized outside of your children or a body dysmorphia kind of depression cause same

KALIM:

-mans has 40 siblings or something

-i trust him, but he can be a little...cloud heavy

-he will make sure that baby is cuddled, and fed, and played, but sleeping is not his thing. adorable, but babies are AWAKE around him

-plus he's had servants that take care of the gross parts so he's clueless about how messy babies usually are

-jamil would lose his mind having two people to take care of, one infinitely more dependent than the other

-as much as i love him, don't give him a baby

VIL:

-he wouldn't try very hard

-babies are hard and he's not planning to babysit very long, he has more important things to do, but in the meantime

-this baby will be TAKEN CARE OF

-he bought a lot of...well...everything and all the excess goes to the parents.

-the cutest outfits you've ever seen

-detests changing and other gross parts but will do it

-does not like the not sleeping part, but he will admit they are very cute

IDIA:

-you're playing with fire here

-the only baby he's ever been around was Ortho, and that...ended terribly

-panicking every single second, and rapidly googling every time the baby breathes a little weird

-builds an automated bottle warmer and baby rockers so he has minimal contact with the baby as possible

-until Ortho says that skin to skin or physical contact is best for optimal health

-he'll whine and cry but do it, for a super short amount of time

-made an automatic changing station so he never does the gross parts

MALLEUS:

-adores children. they do not adore him.

-he can scare them a bit being all dark colors and rbf

-but he does theoretically know how to take care of a human baby

-i don't think silver should count since he's more of a changling

-will not put the baby down unless absolutely necessary (my kind of guy)

-the baby lives in a singular too big shirt or the most regal ensemble you've ever seen. no in between

-doesn't bother with changing since he can just magic it away

-also buys everything for the baby and keeps half for when he hopes to be asked to babysit again

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 🖤

Can I request an a-z fluffy hc for Pietro?

lovie, OFC OFC!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

SFW ALPHABET

pietro maximoff x implied female reader, 1.2k words

found lots of different templates, so I combined parts as wasn't sure

A = attractive (what do they find attractive about their partner?)

— physically: hands, hair, eyes, thighs

— mentally: how kind and considerate you are. your big, loving heart

B = baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

im in 2 minds - either yes and have a tonne or none. thinking he likes the idea of some of the responsibility, so being an uncle is a good compromise. he probably only wants to spend time with just you, so a kid may get in the way (sorry) 

C = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle?)

on the sofa, huddled under blankets with you half lying on him. legs wrapped together kinda thing

D = dreams (how do they picture their future with their S/O?)

maybe lots of travelling, but eventually you'd both settle down somewhere quiet and grow old together

E = emotions (are they open with their emotions?)

I think he's mostly open with his feelings. not ashamed to cry at a movie. VERY open and vocal about his feelings for you

F = feelings (when did they know they’re in love?)

probably immediately/ after your first date. definitely when he realises how similar you are to him - ie when playing along with is humour

G = gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

I think sometimes he can be a little oblivious, but that doesn't mean he's unappreciative!! he's very grateful for you, and how you love and care for him, just sometimes he doesn't particularly notice your sacrifices - like when you'd put his feelings first. but he's getting better at noticing and in turn showing his thanks

H = honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

I think he's mostly an open book, and probably overshares on many things - tells you gross stories you don't wanna hear and will tell you other people's secrets too. bit of a blabber mouth

I = injury (how would they react if you got hurt?)

would definitely wanna hurt the person that hurt you. but would also help patch you up if you hurt yourself. probs a bit overdramatic about something minuscule - all up in arms, acting like you lost a limb if you sliced your finger when chopping food

J = jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they deal with it)

yep very, but like the tan one, he knows that only he gets to have you, so that reassures him when he sees you get hit on. he def tries to make the other person jealous while they're chatting you up - would kiss you, or wrap an arm around you, maybe whispers something before walking you away

K = kiss (how do they kiss you? how do they like to be kissed?)

im thinking the chastest and most innocent of kisses are likely to turn into a full-fledged makeout. he's a very passionate guy, so he probs kisses like he's saying goodbye

L = love (who says ‘I love you’ first?)

him. him. pietro! probably way too soon, but he means it and didn't say it just because 

M = memory (what’s their favorite memory together?)

when he took you back home to sokovia to meet his family (and no, they didn't die, everyone is alive and well!) he saw you talk and mix yourself in his culture - like when you help his mum make a meal or play a game with his dad. the whole trip would be one of his most favourite memories

N = nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

yes! he tries to with what he can. it may not be extravagant, but it's thoughtful and special. (or maybe he borrows it from shops) he says when he gets rich and old, he'll buy you anything you want. makes these cute 'promises' about buying you a big house (even though may never afford it)

O = on cloud nine (what are they like when they’re in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their feelings?)

SMITTEN! SMITTEN! SMITTEN!! completely and utterly smitten. it's very obvious and he isn't afraid to show it. he loves you and he wants everyone to know. like in elf, "im in love, im in love and I don't care who knows it"

P = pet names (what pet names do they use?)

any 'sokovian' terms of endearment - milovat/ draga. also thinking baby, but it's said lazily, so not baby, it's baby. the a gets pronounced like an e ??

Q = questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)

he def asks lots of random questions. mostly 'would you rather' or 'if you had to pick one' - those kinda questions

R = rainy day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

def movies on the couch kinda day/ other homely activities. OR you guys go out into the rain and have a cute walk around

S = support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?)

he's super supportive and very encouraging, even over tiny tiny things - like you send him a text saying that you did food shopping and he replies like you've just cured an illness, but he's not sarcastic about it (that often) he's just a hypeman, like a puppy in human form

T = talking (what do they like to talk about?)

anything and everything. def think he's the type to have verbal diarrhoea. blabbers on about things when you're trying to sleep, or make witty comments about things you see. often you have to kiss him to shut him up

U = understanding (how well do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)

super understanding and in tune with you. he wasn't always like that, but over time he's learnt and got better at it. very empathetic and sincere towards you

V = value (how important is the relationship to them? what is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

EXTREMELY!! you'd be the only special thing to him. he loves many other things, but not in the way he loves you

W = wedding (when, where, and how do they propose?)

I do think he can be a bit flashy, but would refrain from that for the wedding. he wants it to be a huge celebration with all of his and your family - like a huge party. would be spring/summertime. maybe somewhere exotic ??

X = XOXO (how affectionate are they? in public/in private)

BAHA very. very handsy, and big on pda!! not afraid to snog you in public, or hug you in a queue

so much more affectionate in private, my god. big physical touch kinda dude

Y = yearning (how well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

not good, not great, at all. texts you constantly, calls you whenever he can, video calls you at night - will have to stay on the phone as you get ready for bed. probs likes to stay on video call overnight just so he can feel close to you

Z = zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

yes, absolutely. he hates to lose you, so if that means admitting his wrongdoings, he'll do that

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Smutober Day 11 ~ Prompt~ Changbin [M]

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

PAIRING: Changbin x Fem!Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, STALKER VIBES, prompt: “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home”LIGHT  spanking, fingering

TW: Stalker tendencies are mentioned, toxic behaviour, I in no way condone this behaviour but this is a work of FICTION, all consensual 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

There was no trying to reason with your stalker, he was always there, watching you, waiting for you and you knew that there was no escaping him not that you'd ever truly fought away from him before though. Maybe there was something wrong in your mind but you'd never feared your watcher, you'd always found him rather placid. That was until earlier in the night when he'd made a threat you could no longer ignore.

Your hand graced over your wrist as you remembered how hard he'd been squeezing your wrist in his grasp and you let out a small sigh. You'd been dancing with so many in the club and clearly, your stalker hadn't enjoyed watching other people being able to touch you and he'd come to you. The first time he'd ever touched you and spoken to you verbally. Before everything had been through notes, flowers or some text messages from unknown numbers. You could still feel his breath on your skin when he whispered in your ear.

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look after I get you home,"

You'd hightailed out of there so fast you were almost sure you'd left a cloud of smoke like you were some kind of cartoon character. Now you were in the "safety" of your own home which you knew wasn't safe, not even close. It was why you woke up to flowers inside of your home almost every day and then there were the times you'd woken up to notes telling you to get better locks. Thunder crashed outside and you jumped, turning to look at the balcony doors that were now open. But thanks to the darkness of October all you could see was the outline of your stalker staring at you, 

"You were a bad girl tonight." He said as he walked further into the room, Your hands shakily reached for the hammer you'd begun to sleep beside and he chuckled darkly. You'd never feared for your life but you'd slept with a weapon beside your bed just in case you ever needed it, not just for your stalker but who knew what could happen in the night.

"We both know if you were going to kill me, princess, you'd have done it long before now." Lightening flashed and you dropped the hammer onto the floor.

"Changbin?!" The hammer slipped down onto the floor, bouncing and almost hitting your toe but he pushed you out of the way and pressed you up against the wall.

"The one and only," He whispered, biting your lip as you slapped against his chest, How had you not recognised his voice earlier? Changbin was someone you'd worked with for years and when you left the company he owned he hadn't been exactly nice about it. He'd tried to bribe you back into the company and when that didn't work he tried to threaten you. Clearly, this was all some kind of game for him as a way of getting revenge for leaving him.

"I told you I wasn't coming back to work for you." You grumbled, staring at him as you reached for the lights and flicked them on. 

"Oh baby, you're cute. This isn't about work, this is about us and our undying chemistry," He ran his hand over your cheek, his thumb gently running along your bottom lip before pushing your lips apart while you glared at him.

"What makes you think we have that?" You weren't an idiot, the reason you'd left his company in the first place was because of the sexual tension that there was between the two of you. God, it used to drive you insane going to work every day and having to act as though you didn't want him to fuck you against every surface of the office. So you left. Cut him out and try to be cold so you won't have to talk to him anymore.

"You think I haven't seen you touching that pretty cunt when I'm watching you? I know it gets you off." Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him,

"Even before you knew I was watching, you were moaning my name," 

"You're delusional." You tried to play it off as though it was nothing, that he had no idea what he was talking about but it was the truth. You used to touch yourself and cry out his name almost every night, imagining him in every way possible.

"No baby, I took my Delulu pills this morning," He whispered before biting down on your lip, you let out a low moan and you hated yourself for it because he was right.

The idea of him watching you did get you off whenever you were laid in bed touching yourself and maybe it was the excitement of it all,

"I bet if I put my hand down your panties right now I'd find you soaking wet and all for me."

"I-I'm not wearing any." You admitted you'd gone clubbing without them on as it was just nicer with your dress but you let out a squeal as you were suddenly spun around with your chest pressed flat against the wall.

"Dirty fucking whore," He growled, flipping your skirt up and groaning when he found that you weren't lying and the slap was delivered against your bare ass making you hiss out and buck your hips into the wall.

"W-What are you doing?!" You squealed, you'd only ever read about spanking in books and you'd never imagined it was something you'd enjoy but you'd loved the way that felt against your skin.

"Making good on my threat, let's see how cute you are after your little punishment." You wriggled a little but another slap was delivered to your ass and you bit back a moan, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to you.

"Who touched this pretty cunt last?" He questioned as he ran his finger up your thigh agonisingly slow, almost touching you but holding back.

"Why?" You mumbled, not wanting to go into details about your past sex life.

"Because I want a list of people I need to kill for seeing what belongs to me,"

"I'm not a possession," You hiss at him as he chuckled a little,

"When was the last time someone touched you like this?" He quizzed, his voice soft this time as his other hand ran over your breast grazing over your hardened nipples and you sharply inhaled.

"A long time ago," You admitted shly before he pinched your nipple, your eyes fluttering shut a little,

"Changbin," It came out in a sweet, breathless plea and Changbin felt himself harden beneath his trousers. Tonight was supposed to be about punishing you but now all he wanted to do was please you. 

"I'm going to worship this pussy," He whispered as he watched you, your eyes found him and you bit down on your lip. You wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of you, ruin you and fuck you until you're screaming his name.

"You're fucking drenched," He whispered as he dipped his hand between your legs, your head falling forward against the wall and a moan left your throat.

"Do you like this? Your stalker spreading you open?" He hummed, rubbing your swollen bud until his fingers were soaked,

"You want to get finger fucked by your stalker?" He whispered, biting down on your ear as you let out a whine, panting and rolling your hips back to try and get him to touch you more. He pushed your legs wider apart and pressed his thumb against your clit as he pushes a finger inside of you,

"You're so wet for me," He whispered as he pushed his finger as deep as it would go,

"Now answer my question, do you like being finger fucked by your stalker?" He curled his finger inside of you and you clenched around him tightly, letting out the loudest moan you'd ever heard yourself do.

"Y-Yes! Yes! Fuck!" You cried out as your head tipped back, landing against his shoulder as he dragged his finger out of you, lazily rubbing our clit in circles before slamming his finger into you again. Air caught in your throat as you screamed his name out, sweat beginning to build on your forehead.

"My dirty little whore, letting me finger fuck you when you claim to hate me," He pushed a second finger into you, stretching you out as your fingers curled into fists on the wall. The room filled with wet sounds as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, looking at you with a smirk.

"Changbin,2 You moaned out as you clenched around his finger, his pace increasing with every pump. Changbin leaned down, biting and sucking on your neck as he continued to fuck his fingers into you.

"C-Close," You warned him, your vision begins to blur as you felt a tightness inside of your stomach and your eyes screwed shut. No one had ever been able to make you cum so quickly before and you hated that it was coming from him, You hated how much you wanted this and you mostly hated how you never wanted it to end. Your legs squeezed together a little as you came around his fingers, screaming his name out as he gave you a toe-curling orgasm.

"Such a good girl," He whispered, pulling his hand away from you and looking at you as he took his fingers into his mouth cleaning them with his tongue. Your eyes locked onto his as you whined a little, throwing your arms around him before kissing him deeply.

The kiss was hot and commanding, he pushed you toward the bed laying you down as he took in the sight of you.

"I like this outfit on you, You've worn it a lot which means you like it too." He ran his hands over the fabric of your skirt and you frowned, Why would he notice what you were wearing?

"I didn't realise you noticed what I wore," He chuckled darkly at you, shaking his head. He'd noticed every little detail about you, from the moment you'd walked into his office all those years ago he noticed everything.

"Oh Yn, I notice everything about you," He whispered before kissing you softly, gently laying beside you on the bed as you rolled on top of him continuing with what he'd just started.

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[aruanimess]

Mikahisu + lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos

Quiet acts of love prompts

Hello, Al!!! Thanks for the prompt 🥰

~~~

When Mikasa first heard of a carnival being thrown in town, two things came to mind: tacky tents and screaming children.

The others didn't agree with her estimate, though, and lo and behold here she was, a couple days later, surrounded by a rainbow of colors and gaggles upon gaggles of kids. Thankfully, they weren't screaming as much as she'd expected. The decor wasn't as obnoxious either, but had a fetching, old-timey charm that captured the eye. The music helped complete the mood, too.

Armin and Annie had abandoned them the minute they set foot on the grounds. They wanted to visit the Haunted House for some cheap thrills and no one else was inclined to join them. Reiner and Jean were having a shooting contest in one of the stalls, competing over who would win a toy for the other first. While Sasha, Nicolo and Connie never even made it in. They got stuck at the food trucks lining the perimeter.

And then, there was Historia.

In her frilly, floral top and her baby-pink overalls, she blended in among the crowd of festive carnival-goers. She was fleeting from stall to stall, playing each game and trying each ride whose line she deemed short enough. A huge grin was plastered on her face the entire time and childlike wonder was shining in her eyes.

"Carnivals never stopped by where I grew up," she had explained in the beginning.

It made sense. Historia was raised in the countryside, much like Mikasa. Not in a village or a small town, but in a ranch in the middle of nowhere. Again, like Mikasa.

Where their stories differed, however, was that Historia had no close friends in the city to stay over at summertime, and never really got to attend fairs, concerts or theater productions.

She was also homeschooled. So it was really no wonder that her first time experiencing a funfair was during her college years.

Mikasa shuffled awkwardly along wherever Historia dragged her to. Her only contribution to the evening being the two cones of cotton candy she insisted on buying them. And she was right to insist, she thought as she watched Historia picking tufts of spun sugar from the lavender cloud, almost bigger than her head, and placing them delicately on her tongue.

"They asked me to volunteer for this," said Historia as they passed the dunk tank. She gazed at the girl in the already dripping tank top manning the booth. "But I refused."

Mikasa bit off a bundle of floss from her cotton candy and nodded. "Me too."

Historia lowered her eyes, almost in shame. "I feel guilty. It's for a good cause."

The dunk tank profits were supposed to go to a charity. Their uni would manage the earnings. Something about funds for a children's hospital.

"It is," said Mikasa and left it at that. No matter the cause, she wasn't interested in having thousands of people ogling at her tits, and she had no delusions about the purpose of the tank. Unless there was a professor perched up there, waiting to be sunk, there was only one motive: wet, semi-dressed women.

Historia continued without prompting: "I just didn't feel comfortable, sitting there like a prize to mark someone's victory. Not to mention the outfit..." she trailed off, picking at her cotton floss miserably.

Mikasa squeezed her arm. "You shouldn't endure something that distresses you for any reason. No matter how noble."

She smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Mikasa." She glanced at the girl at the tank. Her top was plastered to her torso, revealing a bright red bra underneath, and she was shivering, but the grin on her lips seemed genuine enough. Historia wrinkled her nose. "And it's kinda sexist, isn't it?"

"It is," confirmed Mikasa. "But she doesn't seem to mind."

Historia broke out in a fit of giggles. Then she stopped abruptly as her eyes widened. "I know what we should do!" she said. "We should share a story on Instagram telling people to come over and try their luck. This way we help raise funds without actively participating!"

She looked so excited, how could Mikasa say no?

"Hey, ladies!" called a voice. They turned to see Jean approaching with Reiner in tow. Reiner was holding an obnoxiously large dinosaur plushie.

It was Jean that had spoken. "Guess who won?" He preened.

"Was it Reiner?" Mikasa decided to play along.

Jean gasped in betrayal and Reiner sniggered.

Historia stepped in, bouncing on her feet giddily. "Oh, it doesn't matter! Jean, Reiner, will you make a story with us? We'll encourage people to come try the dunking booth!"

Reiner scratched his stubble. "Sure. It's for the oncology wing in St. Jude's, right?"

"That's right!"

Jean shrugged. "Okay then. If it's for a good cause." He winked at Reiner. "Plus, I'll get to show off my skills as a provider, too."

"I'm not getting caught with this on video," said Reiner, lifting the plushie. Jean pouted.

"Oh, come on, Reiner. It's gonna be cute!" Historia insisted.

Mikasa was only too happy to let this unfold without her input, but Historia wanted the plushie in the story, and what Historia says, goes. She fixed him with a look. "Reiner."

He rolled his eyes in response. "Fine. Whatever. What do we say in this story of yours?"

Jean and Historia lapsed into an animated debate over what their message would be. This time Mikasa stayed in her lane and didn't chip in. Once they figured it out, though, another issue emerged.

When Historia was holding the phone, the frame wasn't wide enough to catch Reiner and Jean's faces. When Jean held the phone instead and angled it way above their heads, Historia looked like a dwarf and Mikasa's cleavage was visible down to her belly-button.

"We want it to attract people, but not like that," remarked Jean, frowning at the screen.

Mikasa couldn't agree more. Then, it hit her.

"Reiner," she said. "Hold Historia's cotton candy."

"Can't Jean do it? I'm already holding the dino."

"Jean will take the picture. You get the candy."

"And what will you hold?"

It was as good an opening as any. Mikasa marched to Historia and squatted in front of her, urging her to climb on her back.

Historia blushed brilliantly. "Um," she bit her lip, "Mikasa... Are you sure?"

Mikasa glanced at her over her shoulder and smiled with an encouraging nod. Historia didn't need another nudge. She scaled up her back and looped her arms around her neck. She let out an adorable squeak when Mikasa hoisted her up in a confident piggy back ride.

Jean angled the phone properly and started recording. They all recited the little zinger Jean and Historia had composed with huge smiles straining their cheeks.

Mikasa paid it no mind, repeating the lines on autopilot. Her eyes were glued to Historia's mirror image on the screen above her own shoulder. Flushed to her neck, eyes shy, her glossy lip caught between her teeth, Historia was gazing at her side profile with a smitten look on her face.

Heat rushed to her own face and her stomach fluttered with unexpressed emotions. Maybe carnivals weren't so bad after all.

[mr-crawlings-wife]

Hello 👋 can I pls request dating headcanons for Julian, Schnauder and Duke Grane? Thank you ❤️

𝚂𝙾 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: uhm bad writing, not proofread, a bit toxic, lots of baby fever, ooc kinda

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

🚩🅳🆄🅺🅴 🅶🆁🅰🆈🅽🅴:

✾I've done this mf before but ya know what, maybe I can bust out some more.

✾So let's start with before Jiwoo.

✾before he got defeated by Jiwoo and his ego took the most massive hit ever, he honestly wasn't half bad.

✾made time in his tight schedule to spend time with you.

✾not just training but also just for hanging out with you.

✾you guys binge watch horror movies because he thinks romcom is dumb (it's actually because he starts giggling like a fucking high school girl whenever something cheesy happens)

✾he tries to act all macho and shit during horror movie nights but he isn't as slick as he might like to think. Yeah, you very obviously notice the way he jumps slightly whenever the ghost pops on the screen out of nowhere.

✾I mean how could you not, you're basically using him like a chair. And he isn't bothered by that.

✾cause after a long day of training, he's sore as hell and your body on him feels like a weighed blanket that makes him forget the pain and numbs the soreness.

✾kind of reserved and not into PDA. Like the most you'll get out of his is probably hand holding and he barely tolerates that.

✾but when he's jealous or feels like he needs to show people (and you) who you belong to, he gets 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝.

✾straight up spanks your ass whenever he's passing by.

✾drags you into the bathroom and latches onto you like a leech.

✾leaves hickies in the most conspicuous places known to man.

✾literally everyone is staring at you and he's acting so fucking smug when he sees the guy that has been getting too close to you burn with anger.

✾literally a petty baby.

✾will get so mad if you don't let him do your eyeliner.

✾and if you watch a show alone that you two were supposed to watch together but he was absent because he was going around the world whopping ass.

✾will not look at you. Act like you betrayed him and will be glued to the opposite side of the couch muttering about how evil you are.

✾might flirt with others to make you jealous.

✾will not tolerate the same treatment.

✾very whiny and bitchy.

✾will say some really harsh things when he's mad.

✾it's likely that you guys are already betrothed or about to be.

✾will train you if you're weak.

✾if he loves you enough, he might, rare chance, might share a teensy tiny bit of force control. Especially if you're weak as hell.

💍🅹🆄🅻🅸🅰🅽 🅿🅰🆃🆁🅸🅲🅺:

✾have done him before too but eh.

✾let's talk about before Jiyoung because honestly... He changes so much and it gets so depressing for you.. .

✾anyway ahem.

✾at some point in his life. When he was probably quite young, he probably hated you cause he had to marry you when he got older. But obviously he later found out how awesome you were and fell for you.

✾literally the best boyfriend ever.

✾learns how to braid if you have long hair because he adores it and wants to play with it.

✾will also learn how to do makeup. Because he wants to spend even more time engaged with you and he gets a bubbly feeling in his chest when you smile at him and tell him he did a good job (bro got a praise kink).

✾him doing good and making you pretty makes you happy and you being happy makes him HAPPY HAPPY.

✾will let you paint his nails. Will get upset if you don't use gray, black or some dark color because that's his aesthetic. But don't worry, he won't whine even if you use that puke green shade, but there will be a depression cloud around him.

✾will not mind if you try to put makeup on him but will try to make sure that he ends up looking presentable and somewhat professional.

✾you forgot your coat? Oh don't worry suddenly it's too hot in here and he doesn't need his coat anymore.

✾he might get a bit peeved if you puke on his favorite suit, but he won't stay mad for long because those obviously don't matter when he has you and also because he's holding your hair back as you throw out dinner into the toilet pan.

✾dates with him are mostly domestic because he likes the comfort of his home and just being with you without those nosy officials breathing down your necks.

✾cooks for you on every occasion. He doesn't care about gender norms, he loves you and he likes keeping his darling healthy and happy with good food. Also because he's a bit paranoid about your safety and is scared that you might get poisoned.

✾will let you put silly clips in his hair and make him look ridiculous but only in the privacy of his or your rooms. He does not want his brother to have blackmail material.

✾if he somehow ends up looking professional, fashionable and good though, he might wear it to work.

✾is literally so jealous whenever you baby his brother.

✾literally glaring holes into the poor guy's back as you talk with him, bring him sweets and just treat him oh so well.

✾gets seriously upset when you come to visit them and hug Ian first.

✾will give you silent treatment for 2 hours before caving.

💪🆂🅲🅷🅽🅰🆄🅳🅴🆁:

✾he's kinda hard to do cause we don't really know much about him but I'll try.

✾I'm kinda stuck on one thing though. Which is, I feel like he doesn't have the patience or time to le le lay lay and play around with you and if you guys met a long time ago, like 3-5 years, he'd be married to you by now but he also might play around.... But if he did, he would break up in like 1-7 months. So if he's been with you longer, you can probably assume that he plans on wife-ing you up.

✾very reluctant to get into a relationship with you if you're weak.

✾because 1. He has a reputation.

✾2. He doesn't want his enemies to target you.

✾if you're strong than he's less reluctant but still a bit paranoid of you getting targeted.

✾makes a brutal example out of anyone who tries to touch a single hair on your head.

✾will slap your ass in public, if his underlings are around? Even better.

✾instructs Roist to take care of you and protect you even if you're wayy stronger than the boy.

✾he says it's free training opportunity for him.

✾this man doesn't quite care about his apprentices. But when he sees you treating Roist like he's your son, treating his injuries, helping him train, interacting with him casually, it makes something warm in him bloom and spread throughout him.

✾literally starts imagining how you would look like with you belly full of kids, all round and cute, waddling around and whining, so fucking cute. (Tits filled with milk 👀)

✾but it wears off easily too when he remembers how troublesome children are. And how low his patience is when dealing with them.

✾he thinks that maybe he doesn't actually want babies, maybe he just like the image of you knocked up and full because that makes you just so 𝙃𝙞𝙨.

✾but he also feels a sort of longing in him whenever he watches you interact with teens or toddlers. Maybe with you, he doesn't mind having mini demons running around.

✾will train you if you're weak and help you grow strong and then date you.

✾he's self aware of his physic and in turn, treats you like a porcelain doll.

✾likes to take you shopping. Loved to see you all dolled up just for him. Just loves to spoil you in general.

✾it comes off as a huge surprise but he's great at cooking.

✾but he mostly chooses to lay back and let you do the cooking because he loves the sight of you wearing aprons.

✾if you're a healer, he sometimes intentionally get flesh wounds. They're pretty harmless as they don't have that much harmful residual powers. Because he loves being fretted over by you, his lil baby as you nag him to be more careful.

✾no matter how pissed he is, he will never harm you. He loves you too much for that.

✾if you're a fan of muscles, he'll have a huge blush on his face as he laughs and boosts about himself. In the privacy of his room of course.

✾likes to carry your stuff for you. No matter how light it is.

✾lives for seeing you in his clothes.

✾intentionally puts things out of your reach so that you would have to call him over to get it down.

✾will get moody if you call for Royst or use a ladder to get it your.

✾magically all ladders have vanished over night after you did that.

✾and suddenly Royst has become deaf because he acts like he doesn't hear you and runs off.

✾if Royst makes a silly mistake, he's looking your way for help and Schnauder immediately gives up trying to punish him because you'll be sad and pouty and huffy, he doesn't want that.

✾regrets introducing you to Royst.

✾will be on his ass the moment you look away.

✾please never leave him for Royst's safety. (Dw he won't die)

✾loves cuddling you, especially with you laying on top of him with all your weight on him.

✾insecure about your weight? Girly, he can carry you in one hand alone. Don't you worry about being too heavy.

[drkmgs]

Make this a very special one please!

Can you do a fic about Reader is Wednesdays big sister and wednesday is still a little baby and is like 4-5, So Reader takes care of wednesday while her parents are gone. But wednesday is never happy around reader and only happy around others so she acts cold and mean to reader ( As usually ) and doesnt behave, So Reader gets angry and avoids her. and Wednesday gets EXTREMELY Murderous and furious because of it.

Older Sister

Wednesday Addams x Sis! Reader

Warning: flame gun.

I don't often get requests, so why not do it? It will be my first time writing from a female Reader's perspective but I still used "you". It isn't extremely murderous and furious for a Wednesday Addams, because I think her sadistic side would be built up by the time she grows up and Maia Weems is just the young Gwendoline Christie, I have been seeing her old pictures everywhere, so might as well use them...

Being an older Sister comes with big responsibilities because how do you expect a child to look after another child? Anyway, you just turned 18 and your parents thought it would be a nice idea to leave your 4-year-old baby sister with you while they're out of town and do what evil knows! Do you have any idea how to take care of a 4-year-old? No, but you tried your best to get along with your younger sibling, which you think would never happen.

You're about to pack your things and abandon this house. You can't imagine where this little thing gets her energy from. She's been running around the house with a machete in her hand when she's supposed to be in bed for her afternoon nap. Your patience is growing thinner and thinner over time.

The whole house knows if you're mad — a deafening silence would be present in the house, and it would make normal people mad and wish to be sent to an institution. So, when you had enough of Wednesday Friday Addams's shenanigans, you treat her like a ghost. She would say mean things to you, taunt you, and/or give you the cold shoulder, but you didn't care anymore.

You asked Grandmama and Uncle Fester to look after Wednesday since she would listen to them — while you do one of your school projects, which isn't due after the summer — not like any Addams, people seem to like you and were willing to partner with you. You were excited about Maia Weems coming over. She's magnificent. She's literally like her mother and she looks 100% like her, just years younger. You have had this crush on her since you both started Nevermore and you definitely want to impress her.

You were in the middle of doing your makeup when a little dark cloud opens your bedroom door. "I'm glad you realized you aren't a good babysitter and gave the authority to Grandmama and Uncle Fester." Wednesday had her hand barely on the doorknob. "but Mother and Father explicitly said YOU should look after me." Wednesday added and stepped into the room. You flicked your finger, causing her to be sent out of the room and the door slammed onto her face. This angered the little viper and she silently walked away, thinking what the best way to get her revenge was. The doorbell rang through the whole house and she looked outside the window, there she finds her solution to her problem.

You let Maia enter the house, and you could see her face light up at the sight of the house, you could tell she liked the aesthetic of it. You toured her around the house, not thinking about where your sister is, not until you see an incoming arrow, you were about to flick it away but Maia caught it in time. She was shocked but still had a smile on her face and that's when she noticed Wednesday hiding behind the door. "Oh wow, Who do we have here? Hi! I'm Maia, your sister's friend. What's your name?" Maia kneeled in front of Wednesday just a few feet away.

When Wednesday didn't answer Maia looked up to you for a little help. "That's Wednesday. My little sister." You introduced the 4-year-old hiding behind the door. "Wednesday? What a unique name, where does it come from?" Maia asked still looking up at you. "Our mother named her after her favorite rhyme 'Wednesday's child full of woe'." You looked at Wednesday, you gave her one of your signature signs — raising an eyebrow — meaning what was the arrow for? Wednesday didn't say anything but just shrugged and slammed her door, which caused Maia to flinch and lose her balance, but you were quick to hold her up. You received a thank you from her, which you acknowledged with a nod, but your brain was in full gear thinking about what is Wednesday up to.

Both of you sat in your room on the bed and it was awfully quiet. Too quiet for your liking. You had a gut feeling that Wednesday is up to no good. This didn't go unnoticed by the girl sitting beside you. "Y/N did you even listen to what I said?" Maia sensed your attention wasn't on her the whole time. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" You looked at her but still, you weren't fully attentive. Maia took your face in both of her hands and made you look her in the eyes. "I said, stop worrying about your sister" her face was inches away from yours which made you realize that and a slight blush creeps in on your cheeks.

That's when a little Wednesday Addams kicked the door open with a flame gun, which surprises Maia for a bit, then her facial expression changes to adoration. You were sitting there with your eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed at Wednesday. "Isn't she adorable, Y/N? Wednesday you look so cute with that flame gun." She said with a big full smile, which you love so much. This comment made Wednesday stop swinging the flame gun and turned it off. "Oh sweetheart, what's wrong? Did I say something bad?" Maia was confused seeing Wednesday's face start to distort into a...smile? and is that laughing? Is she laughing?

"Wednesday, you annoying little brat." You say which made her stop laughing. You snapped your fingers, which caused Wednesday to be trapped in an invisible rope, and floated in front of you. "Are you going to take your afternoon nap or I'll let Maia baby you until you get tummy aches from laughing?" You gently tell her, sure torture wasn't a big deal for her but laughing and a tummy ache is pure hell for your 4-year-old sister who's all melancholy since she was born. Talking to her gently was a sign that you mean what you said, being gentle in this family is odd enough, so when Wednesday got to hear your gentleness she had goosebumps all over her body, and made her tired.

The little girl yawned, still trapped in the invisible rope. Maia slapped your arm lightly indicating to let the little girl down, she stretched her arms to get the almost-asleep girl settled in her arms. You let Wednesday float above Maia's stretched arms and let her gently down. "I never knew you liked children?" Maia said rocking Wednesday in her arms. "I don't. I tolerate them." You move to stand up and show her Wednesday's room. Before Maia followed you, she looked down at the sleeping little girl and whispered "Be good to your sister, she loves you more than you know and I would appreciate it if you don't drive her mad, because I would like to marry her." The little girl squirmed in her arms, Maia knew Wednesday is listening and she knew this will change the relationship between you and Wednesday.

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Trash Boss's Chapter 128

TLDR; Cale descends to the ground. Someone gains enlightenment. Cale apologizes. Angry Demon is this world's Clopeh.

Soos?

LSH = ❌

CJS = ❌

This entire chapter was hilarious. Let's start with the new character, the Pavilion Master of the Manners and Truth Pavilion. He gained enlightenment from just watching Cale descend to the ground, 🤣🤣🤣🤣

There was the cliche of breaking the signboard of a school commonly found in martial arts fiction. However, it was not because some outsider picked a fight with the school. It just suffered from the aftermath of Toonka stopping Sima Jung from barging in the school.

Back to the Pavilion Master, he was shocked to see the cracked signboard that he almost fainted. Thankfully, Un Seon, the female ascetic from the Kunlun School who was part of Elder Ho's group, supported the Pavilion Master before he collapsed.

So you can imagine the scene before Cale's descent. Good Faction peeps and Evil Faction peeps bickering and about to fight, Un Seon supporting the shocked Pavilion Master, and other people speechless at the chaos. 😂

Something like this GIF:

And then Cale (and CH) descended via invisible Raon's flying magic.

Everyone's reactions were hilarious.

Peng Yu from the Peng Clan of Hebei was convinced that Cale was in control of all elements as he thought Cale used the wind to fly and land.

Pavilion Master takes the cake in the most hilarious reaction.

If you recall, the Kunlun School was famous for a certain technique, the Great Eight Styles of the Dragon in the Clouds. It was a martial arts footwork that resembled a dragon roaming around the clouds.

Some more explanation. The Manners and Truth Pavilion researched the "essence" of the Kunlun School, and that included the manners and conduct of how someone in their school should act and move.

Thus, when the Pavilion Master saw Cale's descent, he shuddered.

That subtle yet graceful appearance, the gait... Isn't that like a dragon roaming around the clouds!

No, Cale just felt lazy going down the stairs, so he had Raon use flying magic... 😄

The manners of a Kunlun member are contained there.

Okay, yeah... Cale's movements are indeed graceful because he's a noble.

In fact, his steps are not great. There's no sense of intimidation, no momentum. He just stepped down. But that's why it's so subtle and beautiful. Like the first step of a baby. Yes, the "essence" should be contained in one's steps.

W-What? Calm down, Pavilion Master.... How did Cale stepping down end up with this... poetry and analysis? 🤣

And then, Pavilion Master assumed a meditation pose because he attained enlightenment.... 🤣🤣🤣 Even Un Seon was surprised and confused. 😂

Cale saw the mess and apologized to Un Seon. He also offered to compensate for the broken stuff. And as usual, we get another misunderstanding.

Cale: I'll replace the door with a strong and sturdy door.

Un Seon: He's not simply talking about a literal door! He must be saying that he would be a strong door of the Central Plains to protect us from the upcoming war!

As for Toonka, he was not knocked out. Apparently, he only accidentally broke the door and the signboard when he tried to stop Sima Jung from barging in the school. Toonka was even proud of what he did, looking at Cale with a "Did I do a good job?" expression. Of course, our Cale was annoyed.

When Sima Gong tried to apologize to Cale about what his fellow Evil Faction members did, Cale told him that he should be saying that to the Kunlun School. Thus, Cale's impression on the Good Faction people further increased positively, like "He's such a noble and righteous person!"

Lastly, Cale met up with Angry Demon from the Demon Cult. But Raon described Angry Demon as having the appearance of Billos but the fiery gaze of Clopeh whenever he shouted about legends. 🤣🤣🤣

And that is all for my reactions. See you all next Wednesday!

Those who know principle and propriety are devoid of hesitation in their steps, and only naturalness lingers. Where the steps have passed, pride will naturally linger. For it is where those who know principle and propriety have passed.

The doors of Kunlun might be broken, its signboard cracked. But pride will not cease on the path the Kunlun has passed. Like the steps of Young Master Kim. -Pavilion Master on describing Young Master Kim's steps

[im-657-mv]

waves of desire

[requested]

yandere pirate kim hongjoong

word count: 1101

The sounds of waves crashing made your heart slow to a steady beat. The sun warmed the cold feeling that had numbed your thinking. Isn't this what you loved? This was the future you had wanted. You've always dreamed of life out on the sea, no land to hold you back, and no one to tell you what to do.

Isn't this what you wanted...

That fateful day he saved you. He took you from the ashes of your home and village and he rescued you. He promised that you would be safe from harm, from trouble, and safe from all things that threatened your existence. No matter how big or small he had promised to be there.

You wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him. Your rescuer, your captain, your lover. Kim Hongjoong.

He was a brave man that fought against the evil of the mainland. He was the sea encaptured within the body of a mere mortal man. Fierce and raging against all who threatened to end his rule of the vast ocean. But to those who truly knew him, he was a man of honor, of beauty, of sanctity. Hongjoong was powerful and with his crew by his never-ending side, his name was known and feared throughout the land and sea.

You love him. All of him.

His eyes. Fiery and determined. Unwilling to let go of the one thing he desires.

His laugh. Enlightening and entrancing as if the myths of sirens were real.

That's why you loved him. That's why you married him.

On the deck of a ship that rocked from side to side as the waves crashed and cheered at your union. It was all so perfect. The very life you dreamt of as a child now finally a reality.

It was all so perfect...

But your heart was racing. The sun was too bright. The waves were too loud. It all clouded your judgment, your thinking, your mind. And he... He hindered it all.

From the beginning, he said he loved you. That he would do anything for you.

"See, Y/n. Even the high seas rejoice in our bond..."

You didn't think he meant it literally. You felt sick. Your stomach turned in on itself as it threw up the food that was once there.

"Did you have to burn Y/n's village down, Captain?"

"Of course I did. I would have burned hundreds of villages for them. I would have killed thousands for them to be in my arms for all of eternity."

His words rang in your ears like a bell as they repeated over and over and over again. That pain was his fault. He burned your home down. He burned your people down. Children, wives, and husbands were all slain under his strict orders.

You had thought it was the other known bandits who targeted your home. But it was him. All this time he held you, whispering sweet things in your ears as his hands traveled further and further down. All this time his hands had the blood of your people stained on them. The blood of your parents.

And you had loved him. You had kissed him, held him, cherished him all while he had that smirk of knowing.

"Y/n you don't look so good," Seonghwa replied as his hands carefully reached to your back, but you could barely hear him. The first mate's words sounded so distant and far away that even your breathing seemed louder.

Should you jump?

But Seonghwa knew all too well before you could act on your thoughts. His once gentle hands turned rough as they bounded your hands behind your back as you thrashed in a hopeless resistance.

"Let me go, Seonghwa!" He didn't answer as he dragged your body away from the edge and toward the all too familiar Captain's Corner. You started sobbing as you continued to struggle against his firm hold, thrashing and throwing your entire body weight in desperate hopes of escaping.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the mahogany door chiseled in gold that screamed power and pure sophistication.

"Come in." His voice echoed as Seonghwa threw you into the room, locking the door as he made his way out.

"Oh baby," He whispered, getting up slowly as he made his way towards you.

"Why," His footsteps stopped as they reached in front of you.

"Why did you burn my village?" You cried out softly, pressing your face down into the floor. Maybe the smaller you shrunk the more he won't be able to see you. As ridiculous as it seems you hoped it worked, but he knew. Hongjoong knew you all too well. And he knew your hints of submission all too familiarly.

"Oh my poor baby," Hongjoong muttered in sweet sympathy. You heard his sword unsheath and you immediately grasped onto his boots deathly tight.

"Please... don't kill me..." You pleaded without looking into his eyes. His lying eyes.

"My sweet Y/n. You know I won't kill you." The metal of his sword wound up under your chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze.

"I did it for you." Your eyes gleamed as they filled to the brim with tears.

"You are my treasure, my desire...And I just couldn't have anyone else sharing you." You tried to look away but the threat of the blade was enough to keep you still.

"Now," Hongjoong whispered as he leaned forward, "be a good (boy/girl) and stay here." He stood up straight as he made his way back to his desk grabbing a few things. You stayed still afraid of what he might do if you tried to make your way out of there. Even if you did you'd be stranded in the sea, lost and at prey to the waves,

Hongjoong made his way back to your trembling body with a beautifully made porcelain teacup in hand. With utter delicacy he kneeled down, moving your head towards the mysterious drink.

"Drink up." He whispered and forced the tea down your throat. As the warmth spread threw your throat and down around your body, you began to feel different. Almost as if you were a cloud as you let the tea do its work. Your vision was next as it wanned from blurry to somewhat normal.

"Everything will be better, baby. I promise." With a gleam in his eye and a sly smile making its way across his face, you let your senses go, falling into his warm embrace.

"I will never let you go, my sweet desire."

[silver-wield]

Silver.. I feel triggered by the comments made over that tweet criticizing aerith dragging cloud's hand until he forces her to let go. Not a lot noticed it. But hearing that we're infantilizating cloud? Or it's misogyny? I don't understand? Is it okay for women to disrespect boundaries because they're women? Because they don't mean bad? And it's triggering to hear comments that cloud is a grown man he should show boundaries then.. but he does? Yet they don't see that? And cloud isn't okay.. he's also awkward and uncomfortable. It's not always easy to stop other's advancing on you. Especially when they force it.. it's a common degrading phrase to sexual harrassment victims. Do they realize this? Or not? Because cloud is a man? i hate this fandom. Aerith is the oldest, and in their own words, a grown woman! Yet they baby her. If put into context, she's making somebody who's 6 yrs mentally different from her uncomfortable willingly! She doesn't care! Didn't we just criticized jessie because that feels icky? But because aerith acts like a toddler who who wants what she wants it's okay?

I don't feel safe in this fandom who'd treat cloud like that.. and self insert that he likes his space being disrespected 🤮. Even if you're not a cloti.. I think it's a decent human act to respect boundaries. What is with aerith fans and some clotis who choose to ignore this side of hers.. I just don't understand.... I really can't wrap my head around it. Maybe they have a fetish.. that's all I can think off.

But the idea of saying someone who is clearly only trying to tolerate you whist very uncomfortable, yet you say he/she secretly likes it triggers me. Nobody should hear that. I want cloud to get out of this hell hole of self insert agenda. What's the use of being popular if they don't really know nor appreciate your characterization and treat you only as a pretty face.

And you're right.. a lot really can't stand the idea of aerith being reasonably criticized. She's a grown woman right? But no, since she's a woman and acts like a child, she can therefore do no wrong 🤮. Hypocrites.

They make a lotta excuses for her trash behaviour and ignore how uncomfortable Cloud is because it doesn't fit in their HC.

Honestly, you should just block people like that. They won't realise how gross it is and how much double standards there are to get pissy over a woman's boundaries not being respected but when it's a man they act like it's cute.

It's not cute.

Cloud deserves respect. He's not a piece of meat. Luckily Tifa gives him space and respect so he found a good girl just like his mom wanted.

[dracanboys]

all i ever do is ramble about ff7 on here. but i have another ramble that's just a cleaned up discord ramble <3 thanks ever crisis for fucking me up again

anybody else insane about the fact that shinra is continuously shown to prey on literal children or the otherwise less fortunate in general and makes them complicit in horrific acts of crime and colonization under guises of unity or abuse so horrific that it's inconceivable to imagine doing otherwise? anyone else insane about how shinra constantly pits the 'lesser men' against each other to avoid any sort of rebellion against them?

sephiroth, unable to see the kids fighting for their island as simple children because he is one too and does not see why that's so messed up. children are not innocent, untouchable beings - they are capable being hurt and hurting in return, of being a weapon just like he is. they are no different than any man. it's kill or be killed, in his own words. angeal, who grew up poor, constantly clinging to his ideals of honor because it's all he has, becoming a soldier (in his eyes, unaware of shinra's involvement with him) to make money to help repay his family - and given his actions towards others, likely to help people in his situation too. zack being a starry eyed wannabe hero, cloud being an ostracized small town country boy trying to prove himself, etc. etc. glenn, a full grown adult who desperately needs money for his family's survival, is the first person to go "this is wrong, i can't do this" only after participating in the slaughter of an entire people. anybody else want to SCREAM about how shinra takes these otherwise kindhearted people and sinks their claws in them so hard they are fully complicit+active in normalized horrific acts. does anybody else think about how barret and yuffie are actually extremely important characters within the narrative as survivors of the other side of shinra's - and by extension, those who work for them - horrific actions that are often downplayed/ignored/etc.

it just makes me so sad when people ignore What shinra is actually doing, boil down wutai to a big joke, woobify cloud or zack, and so on. i am not trying to say your innocent baby cloud strife a definitively bad man by saying he willingly joined a company that's committing atrocities, im saying it's an important part of his character (especially considering how he grows!) and serves the worldbuilding of ff7 of how deeply rooted shinra's ideals are within the world. in universe its insanely normalized to be nasty against anything that's against shinra. shinra's hold is so deep that even barret gets upset at the idea that he's aligned with wutai because of shinra's propaganda despite us knowing firsthand (through knowledge we'd only get as a player) wutai hasn't done jack shit to deserve that reputation because all its ever done was try to fight back. yuffie is like that for a reason. she's a child who has passively witnessed, and at least directly witnessed once (you know, the mission zack was on) violence towards her home and her people, and is trying to cope with it and take things into her own hands the only way a sixteen year old like her knows how. it's tragic! and many people ignore the 'fan favorites' active participation or complicity in, even though it serves their character and the narrative better.

to drive in the point, the downfall of shinra isn't even due to rebellion of those it has hurt through oppression/conquering. it was set in motion way before that due to a connected web of relationships relating to personal actions done to a small group of people. that's so fucked! not in a "bad writing" way, but just in a realistic-world fucked up way! its not "evil company gets whats coming to it from Rebellion by the Good Guys!" its "evil company gets fucked over because it fucked over some specific people on a personal level and that sets other things in motion." even with our main gang of 'heroes', OG makes a point of a lot of our casts motivations being more on a personal level and that Saving The World/Fucking Over Shinra just happens to be a side-consequence of that.

i love ff7 so much and i wish people would stop trying to sanitize or woobify the darker aspects of it when they serve such an important part of the narrative... anyway tldr

[nyxknocks]

So, Rashomon was not whatever I expected it to be. Though, I don't really know what my expectations were in the first place...

This style of story telling is always fun for me. It's very Clue-esque in the way you get everyone's side of the story and how it always favors themselves to look the best or the one with less blood on their hands. The characters are... interesting. I don't think a single one of them is good, but again that's the whole point, isn't it?

The line about how the demons there fled because of the ferocity of man pretty much tells you what this story is about. Humans at this point are all selfish, acting towards their own gains and for their own wants with little care for others (the assault, for one). Everyone makes a point to center themselves in the tragedy, that while yes this man did die, they are also a victim (and I mean yes she is there is absolutely no doubt of that) of other circumstances.

It feels like a nod to what we discussed about the shifting of blame. They are culpable to some extent to what happens (the assault, a murder, what have you) but it's not their fault, they were forced to. Just like how the government forced their hands during the war. But I hate linking everything around this time period and also from Japan as related to the war, because it feels reductive and small minded. But in the 50s its hard not to think of the impact the war hand, especially since Kurosawa had to deal with everything during the occupation.

Tajomaru had to assault her because she was beautiful, and then in his account he had to fight the samurai, he didn't want to kill him.

In the wife's account, she fainted after the samurai is freed, thus absolving her for whatever befell him, but she made a point to mention that even if she did kill him in her black out state (which she does not admit to) it was because he looked upon her so horribly after the assault. (Very Chicago).

The samurai's account is the most confusing, because it's told through a secondary source and also he is the one who died, so.

The woodcutter lied at the inquest or whatever because he didn't want to admit he saw the whole thing happen. Likely because he didn't want to get caught up in the blame game and also to hide the fact he stole from them. Again, selfish.

The ending can seem hopeful, with the priest saying the woodcutter restored his faith in humanity or whatever, and maybe I'm just jaded but if he lied once he can lie again. How do you know for sure he has 6 kids at home? You have no proof! You just gave this random dude you met in this husk of a building a baby you just found! Obviously it's meant to be taken well, because the literal imagery of the rain and clouds moving/stopping to let the sun in is like a ray of hope being cast on the people/story being shown. A bit of proof that humans aren't all inherently selfish and self-serving. Mildly hopeful, I guess?

I never realized the Rashomon effect was named after this and that's embarrassing. Like I said, it's one of my favorite styles of story telling because you can see things from so many different angles and still end up wondering just who is telling the truth. It really allows you to strap in and focus on the story because you become invested, trying to untie the narratives while also having your own thoughts/opinions reshaping it to fit your own narrative. It's really sneaky how it happens and its satisfying every time, because you never know, not really.

Also. Best part of the movie.

I also like how you can see the slide cut or whatever it was called. So Star Wars. The whole beginning gave me Twilight Zone deja vu. Genuinely love that aspect.

[lilyandthegenshinbrainrot]

this post is specifically for @blu-riie bc I think you will like it <3 if you already read the first half of this on the discord no you didn't <3 <3

okay so look. everyone knows and loves Xiao and Ganyu's relationship defined as bffs/siblings, him acting as her "scary dog" and her as his connection to a social life but look at me. it's the fucking opposite. they switch on and off.

"But he's the last yaksha, but he specifically says he doesn't like social gatherings, but he can't stand to be around groups of people-" yeah, and why is that.

Xiao was a general, leading entire militias, and worked alongside four other great Yakshas AND had a close enough relationship with them that he could sleep comfortably around them. He knows what their dreams, desires, and hobbies were. He was someone who used to be around others like him all the time. Just because he currently does not work with people or engage much in social settings does not mean he was unwelcome or unfamiliar with them.

Ganyu is half adeptus, half human. Her ENTIRE thing is about not fitting in, about not being like her mentors (Cloud Retainer and Xiao) OR her coworkers that she outlives (Keqing and Ningguang specifically). There ISN'T others like her because even Yanfei is not her peer, she was born after the war and had two loving parents, she always knew what she wanted from life. Ganyu didn't have that. She was raised by Cloud Retainer and frequently asks herself what purpose is she fulfilling. Her social life was actually just professional connections that she has bc of her job, only in recent canon has she seemed to spend time off in friendly circumstances

SO !! All this leads up to just me saying sure, a modern au could still easily have that same dynamic of scary dog xiao, student body secretary ganyu, but I'd like everyone to consider:

precanon baby Ganyu with her new godkiller bow that the neighboring archon said she'll honor the reputation of and the 5 honorable general yakshas cooing over her in times of rest. Give me Baby Ganyu and General Alatus, the most recently promoted dream eater, now serving Morax.

Let's see her looking up to him as she shows him Amos' bow and tells him of how it killed a tyrant, so now she carries this legacy in her training. Let's see Alatus tell her about a jade bow that severed the head of a cruel goddess that stole the names of young adepti. Let's see them bond over this shared connection and further that development of big brother/little sister, mentor/mentee that canon suggested in Ganyu's quest

Give me Alatus who is learning how to celebrate peace and this tiny little qilin who only knows how to bare her dull teeth !!

[ourladyoflight]

What is the age and power order of Angel and her siblings?

First comes Corsanthius! Or... Angel? The record's a bit muddy on who was actually created first, no matter who you ask. All the other brothers know is that Corey and Angel both act as the oldest- and that they call each other "Older Brother" and "Older Sister" respectively, for an extra layer of confusion.

Corey specializes in flora and life, and he's the reason why new life can begin! When land is fertile enough for a harvest, and when saplings can begin to grow again in the most barren of places, that's his doing. No end is never truly finite when he's near, and nature heals by his hand. (The baby he's holding is his child, Evely! He had her with another angel that his sister may or may not have deliberately introduced him to.)

(Corey's the true eldest sibling. Angel came a few moments later, but it's a little fun to make your younger siblings wonder, isn't it?)

Next up is the Angel we know and love!! She goes by a different name when she's home, which she keeps well hidden. On the surface, it might seem like she specializes in light and purity- but all of the siblings are creatures of light, just to varying degrees.

Our Angel handles the threads of fate, which commonly take on a red appearance- but not always! They can be a variety of colors, and they're what draw people together for any reason. It's why you ran into an old childhood friend the day you felt a strong urge to go to the store, it's what drew your parents together, what drew an adult child out of the hurtful home of her family- and it's what draws quarreling friends apart, then together, then apart again. There are many types of love- platonic, familial, self- and the threads of fate rely on them. When tugged one way or another, Angel can influence the happenings of the world in a less overt manner.

After Corey and Angel comes Majdy!! Despite his seemingly peaceful demeanor, he plays an incredibly large role. Every mountain's peak, valley, ocean trench and winding river were sculpted by him; he's the force that drives Earth's tectonic plates to move, and he sculpts the Earth as time continues to pass. He was created a short while after Corey and Angel.

His siblings have proclaimed him the most beautiful out of all of them, because he mirrors the beauty he sees in the world- and he has a special eye for creating it too. Minerals and gemstones are something he delights in creating, and he's even created some in particular for his siblings.

(Rumor has it that he's searching for a mortal soul- a particular soul, on Earth. He won't say much about it- but come to think of it, there is a bloodline whose faces bear striking similarities to his.

The soul he's searching for must be very special to him.)

Following Majdy is Avgare (on the left), then Ellua (on the right). They were created a short while after Majdy, but sprung into existence within a relatively short timeframe- and they're very close as a result!

Avgare's specialty is the heavens- specifically the happenings of the sky. He's very tall in stature, and it was rumored that he held up the heavens with his own two hands to put it in its proper place. He bears a mantle of cumulus and nimbus, and a booming voice- but don't let his appearance fool you! He's a big sweetheart who loves his siblings more than anything else.

He doesn't travel to Earth often, but he's an avid artist! If you've ever seen a sunrise beautiful enough to stop you in your tracks, or watched the sun come out after a thunderstorm, he'd be honored to know that you appreciate his work. (His favorite thing to do is create fun clouds for children to see. Sometimes he'll make specific shapes he knows they'll love.)

Ellua specializes in direction- and for good reason! He's the smallest out of all the siblings, but he's by far the quickest. He orients the poles of the Earth, making sure that North is always North; he's how early civilizations came to rely on the sun rising in the east, and how humans grew comfortable with travel. He bears an iridescent shawl that accompanies him as he moves about, and the occasional flash of light can often be attributed to him for that reason.

(There isn't a thing that Ellua does slowly, much to the amusement of his brothers. The only thing that's been known to slow him down is bees. They hold a special place in his heart, and he'll take extra care whenever he's handling them or helping them about.)

And finally, we have Verche!! Verche is the baby of the siblings, and was created last. Unlike the others, whose forms are relatively humanoid and stable, Verche is... Slightly less so. One might first notice that Verche has a cluster of moths, antennae, and owl wings as opposed to a face, and this is because his form is in a constant state of change! It's very rare for Verche to look the same way for a consistent period of time, not that his siblings seem to mind. Sometimes he will forget what he looks like, and grow unstable; his siblings will take his hand, hold him, and remind him until he solidifies again.

Verche's specialty is truth- and because he sees all forms of truth, he has no true eyes. The most he can do is imitate the presence of eyes, which is oftentimes even more unsettling than the absence of them!

Despite him being blind on all accounts, it's impossible to lie to him: his soul contains all truths. Verche functions similarly to how a computer would, constantly running statements in his mind until he determines what's true. He knows what color Corey's eyes are, he knows what Avgare's sculpted in the sky; he knows the details of Angel's battles that she never talks about, and he knows what Majdy's searching for.

It can be a bit of a gamble figuring out who's the most powerful, especially with the roles each of them play in Heaven and Earth. But although the damage most of them can do is rather high, Corsanthius would be among the most devastating. Even a human can tear the Earth apart- but it would take a very disgruntled Corey to ensure nothing ever grows back.

Verche would be the next contender. Maybe somewhere in another universe, he's chosen to bend truth. It wouldn't be a hard thing for him to do.

(They all also think their sister is terrifying when she's mad. But they love her for it anyway.)

[birdmitosis]

Ship fanmix for Voice of the Cold/Voice of the Paranoid from Slay the Princess. If you can tolerate pain, can you tolerate joy? (Art credit to @phospolipid-bilayer, right here!)

Acceptance - So Contagious Oh no, this couldn't be more unexpected And I can tell you I've been moving in so slow Don't let it throw you off too far Could this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?) To say you're the only one breaking me down like this

aeseaes - Mahogany String his neck, would you, would you? Steer this wreck, would you, would you? Tease me, torturous, bend to your death I give in easy, hold me now I'll be reckless, not yet

Andy Grammer - Fine By Me And it seems that every time we're eye to eye I can find another piece of you that I don't wanna lose I'm just saying it's fine by me if you never leave And we can live like this forever, it's fine by me

Angus & Julia Stone - Just a Boy Girl, you make me want to feel Things I've never felt before Girl, you make me want to feel Did I say I'm just a boy? You can hold me to that

Cash Cash - Surrender I was running on an empty heart Not a trace of gasoline Trying to dim every single spark That could hurt, that could burn all of me

Charlotte Martin - Four Walls Here is the part you reach for me Say that you have no need of this Say it again, again, again, again Head up straight, I know what I'm doing Head up straight, I know what I'm doing (I don't)

girl in red - i wanna be your girlfriend Oh Hannah, I will follow you home Although my lips are blue and I'm cold I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath Oh Hannah, oh Hannah, oh Hannah, oh Hannah

Holly Conlan - OK I build up walls no one can climb And I tear them down, this process takes up all my time And now I'm confused on top of it all I was ready to lose and ready to fall But then something about the way you look at me It makes it feel okay, you make it feel okay

Jaymay - Sycamore Down I'm just a cloud, I'm not proud Of how I've been dealing with things No one's allowed into my world To see how I'm feeling If this isn't love What is love if this isn't love?

Keaton Henson - Limb And I will shed my skin Oh, to let you in So lay down your guns for me I'm only temporary

Maria Mena - Just Hold Me But if I wanted silence I would whisper And if I wanted loneliness I'd choose to go And if I liked rejection I'd audition And if I didn't love you, you would know And why can't you just hold me?

Motion City Soundtrack - L.G. FUAD Yeah, so I'm already dead On the inside, but I have learned to pretend It's the only way I have learned to express myself, through other people's descriptions of life I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless (In this department)

Of Monsters and Men - Love Love Love Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person Well baby, I know Oh, cause you love, love, love When you know I can't love So I think it's best we both forget before we dwell on it...

Ricky Montgomery - This December Well, this December, I'll remember Want you to see it when I do It's this state in this state I'm living in It's just a little bit, it's just a little bit lonely in this home It's always colder on your own My darling I, I let the season change my mind

Sharon Van Etten - It's Not Like Take both my hands, tie them behind my back To keep me from holding, from holding, from holding But that's so unlike myself And it's not like I have anyone to hold, or do I want to? These eyes, this heart, these arms have held almost everything But not you, but not you, but I want to

Bonus: DECO*27 - The Vampire (Rachie English cover) Back and forth from good to bad in every heartbeat Let's turn that fear of yours into something sweet Acting like I just don't care and yet I'm feeling everything The distance tears me open, holding back all emotion But if I keep tempting fate then it'll crush me 'till I finally break

(All fanmixes are a perpetual WIP.)

[somewherebetweendisorder]

We'll Do It Together

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, angst, angst. talk of self harm and depression

A/N: originally posted to my old blog (basicallybats). this is a heavy fic, so please pay attention to the warnings. if this isn't for you, just skip it. thank you for reading <3

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Everyone has bad days. It's a small fact, one that borders on myth in a broken mind, but you repeat it as if nothing else could ever be true. Everyone has bad days, and some people have good days. Some people have enough of both that they blend together into a halfway decent life, void of some constant edge of panic. You are not one of those people. 

When it rains it pours, the juxtaposition has never been lost on you and follows you like a dark cloud born from its literal verbiage, disheartening, suffocating. The heat of a storm brewing thick around you, promising only bad bad things. 

The walls close in, floor cold and barren beneath your naked feet, the bathroom too small, and too large all at once. Moments ago you were sure you were cracking right in front of Steve. Now, behind the locked door, the tears are dissipating, calming like the ocean, deceptive and wild. Untameable. Like the emotions warring within, bloody and hardened by the years spent compressing it all down, refusing to let it show. 

The bitter gnawing grows, teeth worn and dull, chewing painful, uneven holes through your nerves, craggy and prone to infection. A cursory glance around the tiny bathroom leaves nothing to relieve the itch. You're at work, you really couldn't help anything now anyway, but you'll look. You'll look and wish, taking note of every possible solution. You shake your head, failing to dislodge the thoughts, failing to do anything but rattle your aching head more than it already was. 

You flush the toilet to make this absence believable, just in case anyone, namely Steve, is close enough to hear. Crank the lever on the paper towel dispenser loudly, once twice three times, tearing off the sheet and wadding it up. Guilt pricks your skin at the waste, at the act, at the lies. 

The door opens with a loud squeal, hinges protesting your exit, a loud argument, alerting anyone nearby that you've reemerged. You walk down the main aisle, scanning the store for Steve. He's on his knees, putting the well-loved copy of Back to the Future on the shelf, scooting his bin of movies along the floor as he moves further down to replace the next VHS. He looks up as you hover at the end of the row, eyebrows raised in a silent question, head tilted back to meet your eyes. 

"Everything okay?"

You open your mouth, close it, chew on your lip, enjoying the slight bite of pain, the way the flesh gives beneath the pressure of your teeth. If you bit just a little harder, blood would tease your tongue, copper flooding your senses. It's what you want. Why not give yourself satisfaction? 

Steve waits, concern taking hold of his face with each passing second. He's rising to his feet and stepping closer to you before you know what's happening, hand extended, intent on grasping your own. It would at least, if you didn't jerk back, shocked; aghast. 

"Baby?" He pulls his hand back, fingers limp, rejected, hazel eyes a bit more green in this light. "Y/N?"

"What?"

You can't remember what he asked, eyes stuck on his pocket knife, fixated, wishing it was in your hands. You've done so well today. Woke when your alarm went off, got dressed, made yourself presentable, smiled at every patron who came through the doors today. How delicious your reward would be, sweet little ribbons of pain, earned by your careful performance. You deserve it. Some wild spell falls over you, whispers in your ear to take his knife, use it right here, right now. 

It's that voice that pushes you into his arms. There is no grace, no poise, no tenderness in the way you fall into him. It is all raw emotion, mixed-up thoughts, and tattered nerves, as you run from the darkness propagating in your blood. 

"You're scaring me, baby. What is going on?"

"I am-" You can't finish, words thick and rough, dying on your vocal cords, soundless, a plea to be saved. Like a splinter in your throat, shards of emotion making it impossible to speak, fragments of thought stealing away your breath. "I am unwell, Steve. I'm sick."

"Okay, okay Y/N. What- uh, what hurts? Your head, your stomach?"

You crane your head back, hands firm on his cheeks, demanding as you move his head down so his eyes meet yours with little care. When he takes in your gaze, nearly lifeless, dead, and walking he feels his heart speed up. It's an unnatural pace, beating with the threat of something akin to cardiac arrest. The look in your eyes... He's seen it before. Empty, vacant. It's like you said, you're sick, he can see it now clearly, bleeding into the air around you. 

"No Steve. My brain, it's- I want to hurt myself. Badly. Like I have, like I used to. It's just- Just too much right now. I can't-"

You suck in a breath, winded from that explanation. Tired, like your bones are liquifying, muscles atrophying at an unprecedented rate. You're withering away right before his eyes. And how could he not have noticed sooner? He thinks back as his arms tighten around you, recalling the smiles that he swears reached your eyes, the laughs that bubbled out of you at his shitty jokes, the friendly tone you took with the kids. Where were the signs?

"Okay, baby. It'll be okay. I-"

Steve doesn't know what to say. Who really helped him fight back the unending dark of depression? He still feels it on a bad day, but never like this, never like you. He wants you as close as possible, wishes he could crawl inside your mind and kill all the nasty thoughts, voices that whisper you deserve to hurt, whatever demon makes you crave pain. You're too fucking good for that. 

"I'm sorry."

It's a broken whisper, drawing him fully back to the moment, aware of your tears seeping through his shirt, warm and rapid. "No. No, don't ever apologize. It's nothing I could ever hold against you. It's... We'll face it together."

He wants to hold you gently, tenderly, but his heart won't let him. His arms are tight around you, too tight, but maybe that's okay. Maybe sometimes the most tender thing a person can do is hold you so tight you might break under their grip. 

It seems to work, it keeps you here; how could you run anyway? How could you run when your body is so wracked by sobs, so consumed by deep-seated grief? One you can't explain, you've never known where it came from. It works, Steve's embrace, it keeps you grounded, threatens to bruise in the best way, a hot sort of love seeping into your chilled flesh, thawing something you worried was dead. 

"I don't want you to hurt. I- I get it, I do. But if you can, I would rather you tell me. Talk to me about what is hurting before you-"

"Try to cut it out?"

The words you offer so simply make his chest hurt, ache like there's no air in his lungs and he can't catch his breath. "Yes, before you do that. Please?"

He feels you squeeze him, trying to get closer, trying to explain it all. Words fail you. "I can't promise. But I- I'll try."

"That's all I want, Y/N. Just try. Let me in, let me help if I can. You don't have to do this alone."

Neither one of you is sure who initiates it, but you're both moving to the floor, Steve kneeling, you scrambling messily into his lap, face pressed into his neck, tears slowing but not stopping, right in the middle of Family Video. No one else is here, the day oddly slow, as if time has stopped for this moment. 

Steve doesn't want to let you go. It's a hard sort of love, rough, ragged, nearly ugly in its rawness. But this moment of weakness, this vulnerability, this battle shared between partners is the most tender image he could ever conjure. He wouldn't change it for the world. And he'll be here with you no matter what.