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aeragan · 11 months ago

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[anon: Heyyy can you do a nsfw alphabet for bi han !:) thank you] figured since i was already working on it, i'd just drop it w/ the ask :P i know it's definitely not on par with a lot of people's headcanons, but this is how i see him. no one can convince OTHERWISE, he's MY SCHNOOKUMS, i get to choose the HEADCANONS!

cw: NSFW, amab, soft bi-han cause i said so, blowjobs, he's only slightly possessive, temp. play, he's kind of unfair, not proofread MINORS DNI

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A = Aftercare (what they��re like after sex)

Bi-Han is touch starved. So, he doesn't end up craving affection, actually, it seems like he kind of has an aversion to it. It is only until he fully realizes his feelings towards you that he puts full effort into aftercare. He'll clean you up, obviously. But he's grown quite fond of seeing you in his clothes, so he will always offer his for you to wear after. Or even during. He'll draw a bath for you, with a variety of salts,- Epsom, Himalayan, and Solar salt- he'll even throw some dried chamomile and yarrow in there. He also loves washing your hair for you, not that you mind. He'll then carry you back to bed, which has new, clean sheets. And after all that, he'll hold you close. Real close. He holds you with such a purpose, he'll play with your hair, run his hands down your back, anything and everything that'll send you to sleep. Despite his cold demeanor, Bi-Han prefers to treat you like royalty. You're also something he's afraid will get taken from him. He really cherishes what's his, and he wants to make sure that's especially prominent after sex, since he knows what it's like to feel used.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his is probably his back. It shows off a lot of his muscles and a lot of his training. It's also particularly defined, and as vain as it sounds, he does find it particularly attractive. Not that he focuses much on that aspect of his life, especially since he's the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, but it's definitely a thought that passes through his mind. Especially when you run your warm hands down his back.

His favorite body part of yours has to be your hands. He loves holding them, anywhere, everywhere. Although, he isn't much for PDA. He loves how warm your hands are, though. It balances out his naturally cold body temperature. It's something he can never get enough of. He also loves it when you hold his face ever so gently, especially while he's fucking you. And don't forget, he loves to hold hands during sex, especially when he cums.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Bi-Han prefers to cum outside, especially with a condom. He prefers you to be clean, and for there to be less of a mess to clean up. You can coax him to cum inside, but he'd much prefer to keep the condom on. Not that it makes much of a difference.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Just how much he thinks of you. Yeah, yeah, it's meant to be 'dirty', not endearing, but I'm getting there. Any given time, even when he's pre-occupied with combat, he's always thinking of you. He does so as if he's afraid of forgetting your face- which he is, don't get me wrong. And sometimes, just sometimes, he remembers just what you're like in bed. A mess, moaning, drooling, looking at him with those needy eyes, begging him for more. How your hands drift down his body, sending shivers down his spine. Admittedly, he has broken concentration because of this, and he has had to sneak away to find a private place to jack off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got an average amount of experience, I like to think. Normally, he doesn't fuck for any sentimental value. At least, until he met you. When he really got into it, he's at your beck and call, so to speak. He knows how to satisfy you, just the right places to touch, how to hold you, how to kiss you, but if you tell him to do something (as long as it doesn't break his boundaries), he'll do it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lotus Flower. No contest. He loves it because he gets to hold you close, still be in control, and see your face. He gets to enjoy you in nearly all ways like this. And since it's especially close, it makes the encounter feel more intimate, at least to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bi-Han's serious, all the way. Sex is a very intimate and sacred act to him, especially with you. And he makes that very clear. Every word he's speaking to you is full of love, no matter how dirty they sound. His favorite thing is getting close to your ear and whispering all sorts of phrases that are so sweet, it's almost uncanny to hear it from him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's fairly smooth. He has some pubic hair, and a beloved happy trail. But not much chest hair, with a little bit of arm hair. He cares little about his body hair, really. Not that you're complaining.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Contrary to his cold demeanor, with you, he's the softest man in the world. Just the words he says makes your legs weak. He treats you like your his, he's possessive, but he's gentle about it. He says just the sweetest things to you, tells you "I love you" in this soft, quiet voice, runs his hands down your body oh so gently, plays with your hair, and can just never take his eyes off you. He also loves calling you his, his darling, his love, anything. And especially when he's cumming, he'll say "我爱你", get real close to your ear and whisper, "那么".

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bi-Han doesn't really jack off much, once a week, maybe. He doesn't really have the need to, nor the time to. Besides, he has you. He prefers you, over his right hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Temperature play is one of his favorites. I mean, are you surprised? He loves using his powers on you, especially when your blindfolded. He loves all the little gasps and moans you make, watching your body shiver, how you anticipate his touch. He'll still be gentle, don't worry, but it's hard to hold himself back when you're just waiting for him to touch you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the privacy of his bedroom, or yours. It's the best place for it, he thinks. To be in the comfort of his own bedroom, he gets to have you how he wants. But if he had to choose a place outside of the bedroom, it'd be the woods. As messy and un-practical it is, he enjoys the tranquility of it all.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you tease him. Not in front of the Lin Kuei or anyone else, no, he hates that. But when you tease him when you two are alone. I mean, yeah duh. But he enjoys knowing of your yearning. He particularly loves it when you run your hands through his hair, or even just simply checking him out. Even he didn't think he'd be turned on by something like that, but the first time you eyed him up and down, and bit your lip, fuck. He had a hard time containing himself.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bi-Han cannot forsake his control in bed. While he would not mind doing anything for you, that is one of the things he cannot do. It is a hard no, he has to be the top.

He also hates it when you tease him in public. As long as it's subtle, he doesn't mind it. But don't run your hand down his thigh in public. He hates that kind of display, especially in front of the Lin Kuei.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He will always prefer receiving. Not so big on giving. Like I said, he prefers to be in control. As soft as he is with you, he will never, ever turn down a blowjob. One of his favorite things to do is brush your hair out of your face when you choke him down, he loves just watching you, really. It's hard not to just cum at the sight of you. He'll praise you all the while, too. Of course he will, you're his.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Contrary to popular belief, I think he'd be all sweet and slow with you. Bi-Han's going to treat you like royalty. And he loves making sex last as long as possible. This is all to make sure it's satisfactory. More than satisfactory, really. He wants you to enjoy yourself, to know how much he loves you, all adoring and sweet and sappy. He feels like rough sex would just make you feel used. But, if you ask for it, and you tell him very explicitly that you are sure, he will go rough & hard for you. But he does enjoy taking his time with you. Sometimes he'll go so slow that it'll be excruciating. And maybe, that's what he's going for. As much as he's in this to make you feel like you're the only boy in the world, like you're all his, he does enjoy teasing you a little, too.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hard pass. Again, he feels that if he doesn't take his time with you, that it won't count. And quickies do his love no justice. Even if you two haven't been able to enjoy each others presence in a while. He just can't.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bi-Han is picky. If it's anything in public? No. If it's anything that could possibly hurt you? Hell. No. Unprotected sex? Maybe. Introducing someone else to the bedroom? No, don't even think about asking. Now, bondage? He'll think about it. Role-play, too. He doesn't turn down those, immediately.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Don't ask. Unless you have what it takes to tame the beast. Like I said, he's touch starved. And with you, I like to think that's the first time he's let anybody in this close, aside from family. But with his training, and how reserved he's been. He could last all night, and maybe even all day. He definitely has a lot of pent up sexual tension.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bi-Han doesn't own any, no, but if you have some, he doesn't mind using them on you. But he always prefers to just fuck you without them, he thinks it's more intimate that way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's an asshole. He won't edge you, but sometimes he'll slow down and just ever so carefully bring you to your climax. He likes savoring the moment, but you can always feel him smirk in your neck when he does this. Sometimes, he'll slow down right before your orgasm. While you're begging for more, to pick up the pace a little, reaching to just give yourself that one push you need to cum, he gives you such a sinful look.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bi-Han is rather quiet. He'll moan in your ear, and obviously he'll praise you every chance he gets. But he likes knowing that it's for you only, so he won't really be screaming for you. Like I said, he likes to keep sex a very intimate moment between you and him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He really loves giving you hickies. At least, in places he knows others can't see. It gives him a sense of pride, he knows you're his, but he feels like he's got to mark you just a little. He especially loves marking up your collarbone, he thinks the noises you make are adorable, running your hands through his hair as his kisses you softly, only to end up marking you once more. And don't worry, you get him back. He always ends up with scratches on his back.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bi-Han is on the bigger side, and he's a grower. 6.8" in length when hard, 1.9" across. Uncircumsized, leans slightly to the left, and a little bit veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's moderate. His sex drive depends on yours, really. Especially since he doesn't have much time to really notice it. But he's always happy to fuck you when you ask- as long as you two have proper time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bi-Han is kind of self conscious when it comes to falling asleep. He also wants to make sure you are comfortable enough, so he worries over you until you fall asleep. He'll fall asleep maybe like 20 minutes after you do, even if you express how much you enjoyed the sex, and even if you fell asleep happy, he's going to mull over it and worry for a little bit afterward.

#mk1 x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x male reader #mk x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mortal kombat x male reader #bi-han x reader #sub zero x reader #bi-han x male reader #sub zero x male reader #⁺◟aeragan

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blindmagdalena · 1 year ago

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Trick & Treat

18+ 2.1k Dullahan!Homelander x F!Reader. established relationship, body horror, dirty talk, cunnilingus, cream pie. written for monsterlander mania

A world in which all supes are the results of humans experimenting on one another with the blood of Fae from the Seelie Courts. Homelander is one such amalgamation, and as a result of his Gan Ceann blood, he has a particularly neat party trick to show you.

Homelander always kisses you like he means to devour you. You’re certain he could, especially when your teeth touch the sharp juts of his canines. Never do they seem more like fangs than when he’s dragging them along your throat, licking the salt from your skin with a wicked, hungry noise.

“You said you were going to show me a trick,” you remind him with a giggle, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Mmmm, that I did,” he hums, walking into you, forcing you backwards until the back of your legs bump his bed. You laugh as he gives you a gentle push, sending you down onto the plush bedding with a bounce. “Think you can handle it? It’s an awfully spooky trick,” he warns, those fangs of his flashing in a brilliantly white smile.

Sitting up, you scoot forward on the bed so that you can begin working his belt loose. “I’ve handled everything else you’ve thrown at me, haven’t I?”

Dating Homelander has more or less been a gauntlet of how many strange quirks you can endure from a single partner. You’ve grown accustomed to his fussiness when it comes to the rules of hospitality, his severe aversion to any and all iron, his penchant for milk–he likes it best when you leave it out for him unprompted–and most importantly of all, his deep love of jokes and trickery.

“True,” he supposes, cupping either side of your face. He strokes the rise of your cheeks, smiling down at you with the kind of tenderness that makes your stomach flip.

Returning his smile, you tug at the zipper of his pants, but he stops you. “Ah ah ah. I’ll be the one giving you head tonight, missy. But first,” he says, which tells you he most definitely has a scheme in mind. “Undress for me.”

Huffing a playful breath, you withdraw your hands and instead pull off your own shirt. You shimmy out of your pants and underthings next, leveling Homelander with an expectant look once you’re fully undressed. He lets out a low whistle, leaning down to kiss you. “It’s like a self-opening present. Never gets old,” he says, nipping at your bottom lip.

“What’s the trick?” You ask, bouncing lightly on the bed.

He laughs. “So impatient! Fine, fine, alright, Christ,” he says, reaching up to the collar of his suit. He unzips a concealed zipper, and tugs the opening loose. Watching you, he places both hands flat over his temples, and gives you one last lingering look, lips curled in a devious grin. “Y’ready?”

Apprehension crawls into your gut and nestles there, your own smile faltering slightly. “Ready…”

You jump when he snaps his head to the side with a strange sound. It almost sounded like the tear of velcro, and before you can question what the hell it was, the wind is knocked completely from you when he lifts his head clean off his neck. No connective tissue, no blood, no gore. He simply holds his head up like a trophy, the bottom of it an empty, black abyss.

“Surprise!” He says, his disembodied head still grinning as he suddenly holds it out to you.

You scream, scrambling back on the bed, your eyes wide. “What the fuck! Oh my god, what the fuck? What the fuck, Homelander!?”

He starts laughing, kneeling on the bed. “Whaaat? I thought you liked tricks,” he says, placing his head on the bed while he adjusts his collar. “Yeah, we don’t advertise this one too much. Freaks people out,” he says, rolling his eyes. It’s beyond surreal to watch him emote like this, his neck cushioned by the bedding while his body continues to operate behind him.

Mouth agape, you continue to stare at him, a morbid curiosity slipping in amidst the horror. “How… How is this possible?”

“Same bullshit that makes flight and laser vision possible,” he says, watching you. It takes you a moment, but beyond the perverse enjoyment of your shock, you’re sure you see a flicker of apprehension in his expression. He’s waiting, you realize.

Waiting to see how you’ll respond. If you’ll reject him.

These are often the stages of your relationship with Homelander. He parts the curtain of himself bit by bit, daring you to flee with each confession about his existence. This is by far the most alarming reveal so far.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, the tension in your body easing.

He looks surprised, as if no one has ever asked him that before. Behind him, his body shrugs. “Uh, nope. Feels like stretching.”

“This is insane,” you say, crawling towards his head. Of all the things supes are capable of, you’ve never seen anything like this.

His smile slowly returns. “Pick me up.”

Your expression blanches. “What?”

“C’mon! Pick me up. Gimme a kiss,” he says, puckering his lips, coaxing you with kissy sounds.

Oh god.

“I…” You sigh. “...Alright, I’ll… Okay. Let me just…” You slip your hands behind his jaw, cupping the back of his neck, using your thumbs to brace him from tipping forward. “Oh, god, okay, I don’t want to drop–your head is really heavy,” you grunt, surprised by the density of it.

“Thirteen pounds, baby,” he confirms proudly.

“I was sure all the hot air would lessen the load,” you say, hefting him up to your eye level.

“Veeery funny,” he drawls. “Kissy time.”

After one last beat of hesitation, you lean in, bringing him close as you do. Closing your eyes, kissing him feels like it always does. His lips are as hungry for yours as ever, coaxing them into a dance. If not for the weight of all thirteen pounds of his head in your hands, you might forget anything was different at all.

Distracted, you don’t notice the bed dip behind you until you feel Homelander’s gloved hands on you, pulling your back to his chest, startling you. “God,” you gasp as you look back, a shiver running up your spine at the image of his headless torso poised behind you. “That is so fucking scary,” you say, returning your gaze to his head in your hands.

“Relax, babe,” he purrs, licking his lips. “You got your trick. It’s only fair you get a treat now.”

“What do you–oh!” You startle at the press of his fingers between your thighs, grip tightening on his skull. “You seriously want to–to fool around like this?” You ask, unable to do anything but fall back against his chest while his fingertips stroke your clit, his other hand sliding up your side, cupping your breast.

“Do I seriously want to eat your pretty pussy while I fuck you? Uh, yeah. I do,” he says, which admittedly lights a spark right at your core. “C’mon, sweetheart. Like this,” he says, taking his hand from your chest to grab a handful of his own hair, pushing your hold on him down, bringing his head between your legs. He nudges your knees further apart with his own, and brings himself close enough to drag his tongue over your clit, glancing up to watch you shiver, the glint in his eyes downright wicked.

“This is so weird,” you say, but it fades off into a moan as his tongue swirls. He only stops so that he can suck his own fingers into his mouth, thoroughly wetting them before he returns to licking your clit while his spit-slick fingers stroke your cunt, rubbing back and forth a moment before slowly sliding in.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, hips jerking. “Oh, ffffuck…”

It’s almost like being in bed with two different people at once. Homelander is as voracious as ever, licking and sucking every drop that spills from you. You feel his tongue lap at where your pussy is stretched around his fingers before dragging back to your clit, lips closing on it while the pointed tip of his tongue swirls.

“That’s it,” he says between the drags of his tongue. “Taste so fuckin’ good, babe. Ready for me?” He asks, slipping his fingers free. You’re not left hanging for long, the wet head of his cock eagerly nudging your pussy. He moans at that first hot press, giving a playful little growl as he nuzzles against your cunt, sucking hungrily at your clit.

“Yeah, yes, yes, m’ready,” you pant, thighs shaking. His head is getting heavy, but his tongue feels too good to let go of, or even adjust. “Don’t stop, keep–keep doing that.” He eagerly complies, humming against you while the head of his cock splits you open in one slow delicious slide.

You’ve had his head between your legs, and you’ve had the fullness of him inside you, but never could you have imagined both at once. The sheer heat of him is overwhelming, and you shudder bodily against him. His arms move to either side of you, and he nudges your hands out of the way, taking his head from them and relieving you of the weight.

“Touch me,” he groans against you, bracing you firmly in place within the bracket of his arms. You do so readily, slipping one hand into his hair while your other falls to his thigh, gripping it tight. He snaps his hips harder, knocking a moan out of you as he picks up a rhythm, his tongue never once faltering. Your breaths grow pitchier the faster he moves, his arms giving you nowhere to squirm, no reprieve while he fucks and devours you to his hearts content.

All you can do is hold on.

“I-I’m gonna come,” you whine, struggling to get the words out with the way each crack of his hips knocks the breath from you, edging you closer and closer to your climax.

“Me too,” he murmurs, though you feel it more than you hear it. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Do it. Wanna taste it when you come on my cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, Homelander, Homelander!” You cry, your nails biting into the fabric of his suit, yanking hard on his hair as your body locks up. The orgasm that hits is torrential, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. Your thighs shake, and if not for Homelander’s arms braced on either side of you, holding you tight to his chest, you’d collapse.

All the while he sucks and licks you through it, fucking greedily into your quivering pussy, gasping hot and wet against your clit as he comes, too, fucking it into you as deep as he can while lapping up whatever spills on his tongue.

You sink back against him, loose-limbed and shuddering. Every pass of his tongue earns a jerky little thrust from you, the wet slide of it creating a burst of little aftershocks of pleasure.

Eventually, overstimulation begins to edge out your enjoyment. “Okay,” you rasp, giving his hair a gentle tug at the same time you pat his thigh. “Okay, good, good boy, that was… Fuck.”

Homelander pulls off of your clit with a pop, humming a pleased little purr. You completely collapse against him as he lifts his arms from you–lifting them over your head like the bars on a rollercoaster–and takes his head with him as he does. You hear a shuffle of fabric, and then an odd kind of crunch not unlike the one you heard when he first popped it off.

“Mmmmm…” He sighs, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling at your neck. As he tenderly kisses up your neck, it's good to feel his lips where you expect them to be relative to his body again. “God, I’ve been thinkin’ about that for awhile,” he says, nipping playfully at your ear.

“I can confidently say that I had never once considered that,” you say, your words half slurred. You barely feel like your own head is attached after how hard you came.

He laughs, the heat of his breath on your ear giving you goosebumps. “Think you’d do it again?” He asks, voice pitched low and wicked, but you can hear the slight edge to his voice. You’ve been with him long enough to know that he wants to know that you liked it. That you like him.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, and you can’t help but smile. You kiss him, licking the shared taste of you both from his lips. He squeezes a little moan out of you, hugging you like he’ll never let you go.

“Yeah,” you say softly, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Part of you is surprised you don’t feel some kind of seam. “In a heartbeat.”

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #teratophillia #monster romance #monsterlander mania #my writing #smut #ok i had a lot of fun with this one fghjkl #threw in some folklore for shits and giggles #anyways enjoy!!!#not proofread bc my adhd would rather kill me

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oneofthecacti · 1 year ago

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S2 Thoughts: Izzy and Lucius

(Spoilers below the cut)

So I could definitely be wrong about this, but I’m putting it out here anyway:

I have this little itch in my brain that’s telling me Lucius and Izzy will have some sort of significant (positive) development in their relationship throughout the rest of s2. Could be platonic or romantic (I’d be happy with either), but I think it’s already been catalyzed through Lucius’ not-so-secret resentment towards Stede/Stede’s incompetence, and Lucius’ difficulty connecting with Pete post-reunion (due to Lucius’ acquired trauma post-shove + Pete’s aversion to what Lucius tried to recant of said traumatic events). I love both Pete and Lucius, and their relationship during s1, but the vibes I was getting from their interactions after their initial reunion felt off-kilter (could they be the couple that parts amicably? I didn’t miss the lukewarm reunion/interactions between Jim and Olu, but Jenkins is a crafty mf, so… Also to be clear, I am 100% in favor of healthy polyam relationships, so shhhhhhush).

Now that The Revenge Crew (including Ed, but minus The Swede) are all back together, Lucius is going to be looking for that sense of security he’d found on The Red Flag and under the command of Zheng Yi Sao. From Lucius’ perspective as of s2e3, Stede doesn’t currently spark confidence (and may not even after Izzy whips him into shape), Ed is a definite “hell no” for obvious reasons, and both have either failed him or outright tried to murder him. So who is left, really?

Izzy.

From what we’ve seen in s2e1-3, Izzy displays profound competence that results from his decades of pirating, as well as his genuine concern + care for the crew under his charge (and their care for him in return) + the ability to keep his head/make logical decisions under extreme emotional AND physical duress (s2e2 will be forever burned into my brain /pos). We even see that while he and the remainder of “Blackbeard’s” Crew are being held on The Red Flag, Fang, (especially) Frenchie, Jim, and Archie all seem to be (subtly) deferring to Izzy as if he were acting captain (even if not in title and despite how at least 2/4 mutinied against him in s1). While Stede (and later, Ed, as co-captain (maybe)) will likely resume command of The Revenge and her crew there is no denying that Izzy has earned the trust, respect, and care of those he had been sailing with during the time-skip. He’s an old salt—has seen a lot and been through A LOT—and it definitely shows now more than ever (despite sucking at being a captain in s1) that he can and will keep them alive if he has any say in it. I feel that Lucius will inevitably be drawn to Izzy for that reason, and then (through plot shenanigans and tears) go on to develop a healthy relationship (don’t ask me for details my brain hurts).

Anyway, what did y’all think of S2? because so far I’ve eaten three of my toes and am even more besotted with Izzy and Con O’Neill than I was yesterday (like that’s even possible)

10/26 me @ today me:

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 speculation #izzy hands #israel hands #lucius spriggs #sprizzy #sprigghands #lusrael #izzy x lucius

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fluffydice · 1 year ago

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Here’s a small essay on Saiki’s aromanticism that I’ve been meaning to write lol

I think a big reason why some people absolutely go insane when Saiki is shipped with someone (despite the fact that being aro is a spectrum) is that there’s a certain degree of complexity in understanding it. I’m not aro, but I am pretty sex-neutral most of the time (and if my feelings change in this, I’m more likely to be repulsed than positive on most days), and it’s not always an easy thing to get. It’s fascinating, but sometimes scary and disgusting. Despite this, I’m not totally against the idea. It’s not just not a black and white situation. And I think the same could be argued for Saiki’s sexuality.

He’s been shown to at least experience romantic attraction. Whether that’s through something as obvious as Satou to more subtle things like being mildly flustered over Teruhashi. Even though he seems pretty averse to it sometimes, it intrigues him. He likes romance stories, whether fictional or not.

And there’s that complexity again

Saiki is a hard character to understand if someone struggles with the idea of complexity in characters, because that’s all he fucking is. He’s such an unreliable narrator about so much that it’s hard to tell truths from just his words alone. (And sometimes people don’t agree on what should be taken as truth!) You need to pay attention to the things he does, and know when to take his words with a grain of salt. I think that a lot of people on tiktok and stuff struggle with dichotomies like that in literature, and things that aren’t spoonfed to them just aren’t payed any mind.

Of course, it’s totally okay when people want to headcanon Saiki as entirely romance repulsed. That’s a perfectly good interpretation of his character. But when aggression starts because someone believes it’s the only way his character can be read, I believe that’s when we start seeing the issue of being unable to see complexity in characters (especially for a sexuality that’s a spectrum. I’d argue it’s harder to understand than someone being entirely gay or straight).

#booyah #saiki k #fluffy writes an essay

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tarnishedinquirer · 9 months ago

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Tombsward Catacombs

Another psychopomp was waiting for me just south of the Church of Pilgrimage. This one was located right beneath a Minor Erdtree, which seems convenient for accessing the roots.

Speaking of roots, the first thing I noticed, right near the site of Grace, was a hideous, gnarled root. It formed into strange shapes, reminiscent of fish scales, fins, and eyes. It was deeply unsettling, for reasons beyond its unnatural appearance.

Straight ahead, I found an imp statue ward, but I've amassed a fair stock of keys at this point. Once inside, I was attacked by skeletons, but not like the skeletons I've fought elsewhere. Instead of wearing archaic armor, these ones were naked. They also used different weapons, including round iron shields.

After dispatching them, I picked up an armorer's cookbook from a burned corpse, prostrate before the statue. The cookbook only had one recipe, for something called a Rancor Pot.

In times of old, the dead were burned with ghostflame, and from those cinders arose vengeful spirits.

Hrm. It's odd. Most cultures only one type of burial. If they practice more than one, they're typically socially stratified. In these catacombs, however, I've found at least three different kinds. One, traditional burial (coffins, catacombs, sarcophagi). Two, Erdtree Root burial. Three, cremation, which was apparently carried out with ghostflame, that cold and white flame which still lights these tombs. However, if that flame is cold, how did it burn corpses? And why would it make vengeful ghosts if that was a culturally acceptable form of burial?

The final thing of note in this room was the statue. A verdigrised bronze of a woman with folded hands and a heavy shawl. Who is this woman? Is this statue the reason for restricted access? I haven't seen this statue anywhere else that I can recall.

I took two steps into the tomb proper and immediately exploded. Someone taught these skeletons to make fire pots.

Well, two can play at this game. As soon as I took care of the skeletons in this room, I set to work making my own pots to throw at them. Not fire pots though. Skeletons don't have much left to burn.

I'd picked up a cookbook a little while ago from Merchant Kalé that held a recipe for holy water. I haven't really looked at it due to my aversion to matters of faith, but you don't have to believe in a god to use holy water. You just have to believe in the water itself. Herbs, salt, water, heated over a bit of flame...all symbols of purity that don't require a god's intervention. The only true innovation here was the use of certain mushrooms as a thickening agent, so the water will cling more tenaciously to the target.

Once I held the book and really looked at it, the voice chimed in.

A record of crafting techniques left by a man who, unable to become a Finger Maiden, instead became a missionary, and went forth to spread holy teachings.

A man who wanted to be a maiden? I've lived that story. Me, I had to travel to a land called Yharnam where...

...no, wait. That wasn't me. At least, not this me.

Can men become maidens in this land? If so, what was it that barred this man from becoming a Finger Maiden as well?

Once I finished my work, the voice informed me that the Golden Order holds especial enmity for Those Who Live In Death skeletons for "trespassing beyond life's bounds." Well, that hardly makes them special. Seems like no one can die properly these days.

It was more than effective. Skeletons I hit with it died horribly, their mouths open in a silent scream as they dissolved. I almost felt bad for them, but this also saved me the trouble of having to hit them while they're down to make sure they stay there.

The roots were even more prominent further into the tomb, covering entire walls. At times it seemed like they were trying to make a face, though not a human one. What the hell are these things?

An imp fire trap at the end of a hallway, easily disabled by a bow. I wish my spells would go far and aim precisely enough to take care of these traps without having to switch weapons. This one had a new trick, as I had to use it as a platform to get to a higher ledge. After that, it was basically a straight shot to the lever, and then I backtracked to the door.

Once again, I was not prepared for the horror I found beyond the golden fog. A lanky figure shrouded in darkness that moved faster than the eye could track. At first, I thought it some kind of shadow demon, with its arcing horns, but then it sprayed some horrible sticky fluid at me. Once I was immobilized, it all but teleported right in front of me and I realized I was fighting two monsters in one. The insectile aberration on its head reared up and began chewing at my face. Fortunately, there isn't very much of my face reachable through my prison mask, but I swear I saw something through that spider-crab, something I could only describe as "dead lights."

Once it released me, I ran to the corner, not wanting to repeat that experience. It chased me with dual swords, swinging in such a frenzy I had no hope to block or dodge it. Not knowing what else to do, I hurled holy water at it. The shadows parted for just a second and I could see a hole straight through it. Did I do that, or was it already like that?

The holy water damage was extreme. I admit, I threw the next two pots in haste, and only my last one connected, but by now I realized just how fragile this thing really was. It was damned fast, and only about two out of every three attacks connected, but those attacks were utterly devastating.

Once it dissipated, I recovered some spirit ash from its remains. The remains of a knight named Lhutel the Headless.

Lhutel sacrificed her life so that in Death she could continue to protect a soulless demigod until their revival, earning her the hero's honor of Erdtree Burial.

So. The Mausoleum holds a soulless demigod until their revival. And they are guarded by a cadre of headless knights? Incredible.

One last thing of note: The weird root, with its eyes and fish fins, was nowhere to be found in the final chamber.

What is the strange grey root?

Who is the bronze woman, and why was her statue locked away?

Was it his gender or some other factor that prevented the missionary from becoming a Maiden?

Why does the Golden Order hold the skeletons in special enmity?

What was the insect on the Cemetery Shade's head? Was it the puppeteer or a symbiote?

#elden ring #elden ring lore #in character #in character blog #in character post #let's play

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cryptidsurveys · 21 days ago

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Saturday, December 14th, 2024.

1 - Have you ever had stitches? No.

2 - Who was the last person to shake your hand? I'm pretty sure it was someone I was introduced to at the animal shelter, but I can't remember who.

3 - What was the last thing you bought when you went to the grocery store? Cat food, a few frozen rice mixes, pierogi, chicken pot pies, frozen carrots, grapes, potatoes and sweet potatoes, spring greens salad mix, rolls, hamburger buns, pepper jack and jalapeno cheese, eggs, butter, chips, diced grilled chicken, some wreath-shaped sugar cookies, panettone, pizza, powerade, paper towels, and I think that was basically it.

4 - How often do you find yourself needing to do laundry? Every couple of days. Especially in the colder months when I wear bulkier clothing like hoodies and jackets.

5 - Coke or Pepsi? I guess Coke, but I don't really care. I'm fine with Pepsi too if that's what's available.

6 - When was the last time you struggled to get to sleep? I think I struggled a little bit on Thursday night.

7 - What did you have for your last meal, whatever that was? I'm eating a bowl of oatmeal right now, but lunch was a sandwich with cheese and greens and some baked bbq chips.

8 - Do you have anything fun planned for the upcoming weekend? Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the animal shelter 8:00am-12:00pm on both days. I did just finish baking a variation of a pecan pie, though. I made some "bars" the other day and while they turned out well enough for me to enjoy, they were probably a bit overdone and the homemade crust was a bit difficult to cut through, so this time around I just added the filling to a premade pie crust. We'll see! Hope everyone likes it! (fingers crossed)

9 - Which of the four seasons is your favourite? Autumn. I love winter as well, but my favorite aspect is the snow and we don't get nearly enough for my tastes. Instead, it's just sunny and barren. Preferable by far to summer, but not to the beauty of autumn.

10 - Do you still have all four of your wisdom teeth? I do.

11 - If you drive, do you enjoy it or is it just a necessity? It's both. I enjoy driving when the traffic is light, but not so much on busy weekday mornings.

12 - Do you prefer sweet or salted popcorn? Probably salted, but I enjoy sweet as well.

13 - When was the last time you were in pain? What caused it? Earlier. Not serious pain, but I keep messing with the little wound on my earlobe.

14 - Are there any textures that you have a weird aversion to? Like food textures? Not really. Textures in general? I don't like touching fleecy / woolen blankets with super dry hands.

15 - What was the last thing you said outloud and to who? I said "bless you" to my dad.

16 - When was the last time you got up from where you're sitting and why? Not that long ago. To go smoke.

17 - Have you been diagnosed with any chronic health conditions? Apparently, migraines are only considered chronic if you experience symptoms on 15 or more days per month, so technically no.

18 - Are you an early bird or a night owl? Eeeearly bird.

19 - What are some of your favourite Christmas movies? Mostly just the ones I remember from childhood - A Christmas Story, A Christmas Carol, How The Grinch Stole Christmas, Rudolf The Red-Nosed Reindeer, A Charlie Brown Christmas…

20 - Have you ever met up with someone in real life that you first met on the internet? Was it just as good as you hoped? I have. Looking back, it was a very rushed and naive decision.

21 - Who was the last person to text you? What about call you? The last person to text me was my dad. He was telling me that everything was alright with my car, etc. On Friday morning, very shortly after I set off, I started to hear a clunking sound. I pulled over at a nearby laundromat to check things out. Opened and closed the doors in case they were what was rattling. Noticed one of my tires was looking pretty low on air. Wondered if the sound might have something to do with that. Decided to drive home and have my dad take me to the shelter instead of risk it. While I was gone, he took the car to get checked out, got a much-needed oil change, and put air in the tires. But lol it was probably one of the doors after all. As for the last person to call me, that would have been my mom. I think it was on Wednesday night?

22 - What are some of your favourite smells? Coffee brewing, freshly baked bread, baked goods, the woods, crisp and cold snowy air, when people light their fireplaces or cook bacon and I can smell it from a distance…

23 - Are you more hungry or thirsty right now? Probably thirsty, but I am still a bit hungry after that oatmeal bowl.

24 - When's the next time you plan on going to the cinema and what will you be going to see? Most likely within the next few weeks. I'm not yet sure what I will be seeing. It's almost always my mom who comes up with ideas.

25 - Would you rather watch a film at home or in the theatre? I sort of wish I had the motivation? concentration? (whatever it would take) to watch films at home, but I just don't. If it wasn't for my mom taking me to the theater, I might never watch anything.

26 - If you have pets, what colour are they? Esther and Karenna are white and gray and Lacy is a calico.

27 - Did your parents have any influence over the music you like? My dad got me into listening to classical music. He started off listening to it in his car, which morphed into me listening to it in mine. When I was younger, my mom had some influence over my tastes, but they've obviously evolved beyond that into their own sort of thing.

28 - When was the last time you rode a horse? Not since I was a teenager.

29 - Has your style changed much in the last few years? I'm not even sure how to describe my previous "style." Flamboyant thrifty pajama goblin? A whole ass mess? I guess I'm still a thrifty pajama goblin, but the flamboyancy has been replaced by animal shelter garb. I kind of want to revive at least some of my old style, though. I just feel so boring and unlike myself.

30 - Do you prefer real books or audiobooks? What was the last one you read or listened to? Real books. I switched over to reading The High Adventure Of Eric Ryback on my lunchbreaks.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #survey blog #random survey

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takuas-eyebrows · 1 year ago

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by popular demand, here are some reader insert headcanons for the Toa Nuva!

by popular demand i mean 2 people asked me for nuva hcs and my lizard brain spent a week obsessing over it. it's very easy to make me do things apparently. (thank you for your support!!)

as before, some of these hcs are slightly nsfw so beware. oooooOOoOoOoooo more ghost noises as I disappear back into the abyss.

Tahu: Enjoys PDA, especially if it means showing off how hot y’all are together! Expect him to have a proud hand on your hip or your knee at all times. Even touchier in private. He smells like licorice and fennel. He used to be very hotheaded and took on a lot, has since learned to delegate and work as a team. Sometimes still needs to be reminded to talk about his feelings. He can also get a little competitive, if he loses against you at something he’ll sulk a bit. Dates tend to be very active & physical–ziplining, axe throwing, skateboarding–or competitive–sports games, arcade, nights in playing video games. Not skiing. Shows & receives affection through gifts and acts of service; he’s not the best at giving or receiving words of affection. He enjoys movies, particularly comedies & action flicks. He says he likes horror, but he actually hates it and watches horror movies through his fingers or from behind a blanket. In bed, he’s intense, focused, and passionate. He’s not as kinky as one would think but he is very open minded. He likes being in control, but he would enjoy & benefit from not being in control every so often, though he’d need to be convinced. Big spoon.

Gali: Is already quite touchy to begin with, but gets flustered easily beyond anything she’s not used to. She likes holding hands and linking arms. She smells like clean linen and salt water. Very good at communication, but her patience is not limitless and she’s probably already used up a lot of energy doing emotional labor for her team so you’d better pull your weight and learn to communicate. Shows & receives affection through quality time & words of affirmation. Dates involve volunteering together, working out, nature walks/hikes, and going to the beach or lakeshore. She also likes sightseeing, so take her somewhere neat & unique. She’s very cuddly in bed and prefers positions that give her as much body contact as possible. She tends to take charge unless otherwise agreed upon. She’s actually quite kinky, but shy about voicing her desires, so be patient with her. She’s a fantastic kisser. Vers spoon.

Kopaka: is extremely PDA averse. He’ll let you hold his hand and sit pressed up against him; if he’s feeling particularly touchy maybe he’ll put a hand on your knee. In private, he likes holding you as you lean back into him. He smells like pine. He’s a little slow to voice his concerns/needs and sometimes needs to be reminded to talk about them, but can be an effective & straightforward communicator once he opens up. He’s surprisingly hilarious, but only ever mutters jokes into your ear. Shows & receives affection through acts of service and quality time, he’s abysmal with words of affirmation–he gets flustered if on the receiving end. If there’s snow, dates involve skiing/snowboarding, cross country skiing, etc. followed by a warm drink in the lodge lounge. Non-snow dates involve hikes or anything that involves exploring, being high up, and not a lot of people. He also likes independent cinema. In bed, he’s extremely curious and fascinated by your reactions to his actions. He’s attuned to his senses and enjoys exploring your body with touch and taste, but needs some of your guidance. Responds well to praise, so tell him he’s a good boy. <3 Little spoon.

Pohatu: Enjoys PDA and is usually touching you in at least one place at a given moment, but he’s also a touchy person in general. Chances are, you’re probably sitting in his lap already. He smells like leather & cloves; he also might smell a little sweaty if you catch him at the right moment, huff huff. Very amicable, nothing fazes him so others may think he’s a pushover, but he can actually stand up for himself just fine. Very confident in himself. Very aware of how attractive he is and uses it to his advantage. A good team player and partner, doesn’t expect you to change anything for him but also will not compromise his sense of self for another person. All your disagreements come to a peaceful resolution somehow. Shows & receives affection through all means–quality time, acts of service, words of affirmation, gifts, etc. Dates mostly involve sports games, playing sports, running, and working out, but he is truly down for anything so hell yea take him to that pottery class you’ve been eyeing. He loves action movies, biopics, and rom-coms. He’s very laid back in bed and will try anything at least once, and has a long list of things that he wants to try as well ;) Has incredible stamina and can go on forever. Big spoon.

Onua: He’s shy about initiating PDA and can get a little flustered, but actually enjoys it. He��s a big cuddly teddy bear and especially loves holding onto you, or just holding hands when out and about. He smells like rain and fresh grass. He’s definitely the strong, silent type and needs to be reminded to speak up if something is bothering him. He speaks gently but straightforwardly, and you find yourself relying on his wisdom and unique way of looking at the world. Great listener. Prefers to give & receive affection through quality time and acts of service. Gets very flustered at words of affirmation, but it’s very cute. He’s very much a gentleman and loves a traditional dinner date + evening walk somewhere nice followed by a coffee; y’all cook together and tend to your joint community garden plot. Dates may also involve birdwatching, hiking, browsing through bookshops, or volunteering. Loves documentaries and sci-fi movies. Tends to let you take the lead in bed, but thinks using his strength to manhandle you a bit is hot. Surprisingly loud. Big spoon.

Lewa: Naturally very touchy, so enjoys PDA. Will kiss you in front of other people. Always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. Smells like lilacs and citrus. Constantly moving and appreciates when someone is able to keep up with him. Easily excitable, charismatic, and full of humor, generally very lively to be around. At times, his smile doesn’t reach his eyes and there seems to be something gnawing at him from deep within, and sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and only sleeps again when you hold him tight and stroke him. Dates feel like adventures–ziplining, climbing, sightseeing. Y’all may have tried hunting for cryptids together once or twice. Knowledgeable about plants you can eat, so he’ll take you foraging and show you dishes you can make from foraged produce. Loves a good concert and a good party, loves dancing. Not picky about love languages, anything goes for him–quality time, gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service. Even though he’s extremely agile and in touch with his body, past events (read: being possessed and his body being used to do harm) have made him a little hesitant regarding physical intimacy. He wants it, but it takes him a while + a lot of patience & encouragement to make him understand that he will not hurt you/he is not still a pawn of Makuta’s. Once he’s opened up to it, he still prefers not to take the lead, but does seem to develop a kink for fucking in risky places. Little spoon.

#bionicle #suggestive #tahu #gali #lewa #onua #pohatu #kopaka #sorry not sorry #lewa's hesitancy around physical intimacy is actually something i wld like to explore in fic at some point #i think i saw a post abt it at some point but i can't remember where it came from #so if anyone remembers that'd be awesome thx!!

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mythseekerblog · 5 months ago

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ASWANG INTRODUCTION

The Aswang is a mythological creature from Filipino folklore known for its malevolent nature and shape-shifting abilities. Usually, the description is that of a supernatural creature that preys on humans, especially on tiny children and expectant mothers. The Aswang has the ability to change into a variety of animals, including pigs, dogs, and birds. It also frequently possesses a long, prehensile tongue or beak that it uses to eat flesh and blood.

Typical Features of the Aswang:

Shape-Shifting: The Aswang can change its form, making it difficult to identify. It can appear as an ordinary person or an animal.

Hunger for Blood/Flesh: It is often depicted as having a craving for human blood or flesh, especially targeting pregnant women.

Aversion to Sunlight: Many stories suggest that the Aswang is weaker or less active during the day and prefers to hunt at night.

Fear of Certain Objects/Practices: In some tales, the Aswang is repelled by certain items or practices.

How to Counter the Aswang:

Protective Talismans and Charms: In Philippine folklore, certain objects are believed to ward off the Aswang. These include garlic, salt, and religious artifacts. Placing these items around your home or carrying them can be considered protective measures.

Special Rituals and Prayers: Some communities perform specific rituals or recite prayers to protect against the Aswang. These rituals are often performed by local shamans or spiritual leaders.

Garlic: Garlic is widely believed to have strong protective properties in many cultures. Its pungent smell is thought to repel evil spirits, including the Aswang. In traditional beliefs, garlic is often used as a deterrent against supernatural beings because it is believed to drive them away or make them uncomfortable.

Salt: Salt is another substance considered to have protective qualities. It is commonly used in various cultures to ward off evil spirits and negative energies. The idea is that salt creates a barrier that supernatural beings cannot cross or that it purifies and cleanses areas of malevolent forces.

Avoiding Night time Activities: Since the Aswang is often associated with nighttime activity, avoiding going out at night or being cautious during dark hours can be a preventative measure.

Securing Your Home: In folklore, securing your home with barriers like locks and placing items like crosses or religious symbols on doors and windows can help protect against the Aswang.

These counter measures are rooted in traditional beliefs and practices. They reflect the rich cultural heritage of the Philippines and its diverse approaches to dealing with mythical creatures.

#philippine mythology #aswang #fypシ

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m1ckeyb3rry · 1 year ago

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Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: XV

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: You arrive at a village by the sea in your quest to find the girl.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.1k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: the way y/n and kashimo have basically just been doing side quests for the past five or six chapters

“It smells like salt,” Kashimo observed. You gave him an amused look at that.

“Have you never been to the sea?” you said. “Of course it smells like salt; we’re quite near to it now. I assume we’ll be in the village you suspect her of being in very soon.”

“I usually avoid the sea,” he said.

“Really!” you said. “I’m rather fond of it. Is there reasoning to your aversion, or is it just one of those things that you can’t bring yourself to like?”

“Water and lightning don’t mix well,” he said. “When I’m in the water, I’m completely defenseless. I can’t risk discharging my cursed energy for fear of harming myself in the blast, too. Even bathing is the most paranoid ritual for me.”

“You must still do it, though,” you said with a frown. “After all, you do smell nice.”

Kashimo coughed strangely at that but nodded, his face reddening for some unknown reason. “Of course. But always alone, my staff with me, the doors and windows tightly sealed.”

“That’s a sad existence,” you said. “Not just the bathing part, but the sea, too. You’ve never felt waves against your feet?”

“No,” he said.

You had been foolish to ask. When a person was as taken with his own strength as Kashimo was, they would never dare do anything that’d compromise it. Furthermore, he certainly had made so many enemies that even a second off guard could spell his doom. What would Hisashi, Kichiro, and Naoki do if they knew of this weakness of his? How would they respond to the discovery that their greatest opponent was not invincible?

It was simple to imagine. A shove into the water. A sword through the head. Kashimo would be dead before he even knew what had hit him — after all, the leaders of the Big Three Sorcerer Families were no slouches in the power department. It was Kashimo’s brilliantly fast, all-encompassing lightning that they could not avoid and feared so greatly, but if they had a way around it, then there was nothing stopping them from defeating him, especially if they teamed up.

You vowed never to tell them. Kashimo was not theirs to defeat, anyways.

“Do you tend to remain inland, then?” you said. He nodded.

“I avoid the coasts if I can help it. Maybe that’s another reason I haven’t seen her yet — I never did manage to muster up the courage to go near these fishing villages where she likely might be,” he said.

“What changed?” you said.

“You’re here now, and you need to find her,” he said. “Since that’s the case, it’s what we’ll do. But don’t expect me to enjoy myself greatly.”

“I was hoping you would,” you said. He clicked his tongue, equal parts derisive and fond.

“We’re not on a vacation. We just have to find the girl and get back to Daisuke. There’s no time for playing around in the ocean or lounging about on the beach,” he said.

“What a role reversal,” you said. “That you are the one so serious about these affairs and I am being so lackadaisical. You’re right, of course; we should endeavor to be quick so that our time is not wasted.”

You hadn’t been to the beach in so long. The Gojos thought it by-and-by below them, so you rarely visited, but when you were younger, it had been your parents’ special treat to you, something you did to celebrate whatever small miracles were going on in your daily lives. Even though Kashimo was right in reminding you that this was a trip for business, you could not help the childish excitement brewing in you at the thought of being by the ocean again.

It was a bustling village you entered, people milling about the streets, a market in full swing. Trotting around carts of fruit, you looked back at Kashimo, who seemed entirely bewildered by the crowds of people. It was interesting, seeing him so out of his depth, and you laughed softly at the expression he made when a child thudded against his leg and ran off without so much as an apology.

“It’s strange not being recognized,” Kashimo said. “I’m used to people cowering when they see me. This is different.”

“It is different, but I like it,” you said. He tilted his head at you, reining his horse to a walk so that you two could travel side by side on the widening path instead of one after the other.

“How is it for you?” he said.

“Hm? How is what for me?” you said. His thick lashes were lowered, his brow heavy with shyness over his eyes, like he was doing something extraordinarily uncomfortable by asking you that simple question.

“When you walk into towns. You said this is different, so how is it usually?” he said. You raised your eyebrows — Kashimo asking about youwas unprecedented. It was usually the other way around, after all.

“You were there that one time,” you said. “With Hisashi and Kamin. It’s always like that. People recognize him. They recognize the Gojos and the Kamos and the Zenins, and so they rush to win their favor, tripping over themselves in order to be heard and seen and recognized by them. I am usually a victim of that, as well.”

“But you are not Gojo, nor are you Kamo or Zenin,” Kashimo said.

“Still, I ride with them,” you said. “I am their weapon. The dog of the Big Three Sorcerer Families; even affection from a dog with such high status is enough for most of these people, who would not understand true power if it slapped them across both cheeks.”

“How can you be considered a dog?” Kashimo said.

“Am I not?” you said rhetorically. “It’s something I’ve realized. This life I live…it is full of debts. I am always owing somebody. The Gojos. The hummingbird. Even, in a sense, Ten. There is nowhere I can go where someone does not expect something from me, where I am not leashed by these very expectations.”

You did not expect him to fully understand what you were saying, as you could not fully understand what he meant when he referenced his own life. Your upbringings, your pasts, even your lives at present…they were exact opposites. You would never know him as Daisuke did; he would never know you as Hisashi did.

In that moment, you were overcome with a wave of longing for your fiancé. Maybe it was a little strange, that you rode beside Kashimo and were suddenly missing Hisashi, but it was nevertheless the case. He was your friend, after all, the boy who had known you for much of your youth. These many stories you were telling Kashimo were ones you never had to tell Hisashi, for he had lived through them himself or had heard them before.

You remembered when you were younger, when you had still been afraid of lightning and thunderstorms, how those nightly summer squalls had always frightened you. The boughs of the cherry blossom trees would beat against your windows, and without fail you’d awaken from your nightmares of your parents’ death, screaming about how Ten was coming for you next. When they first began, Kamin Gojo permitted you in his quarters during these episodes, telling you stories of his past until the rain abated, but eventually he grew tired of it and told you you ought to face your fears and leave him alone.

Of course, it did not work like that. You wailed and you sobbed in the isolation of your chambers, each crack of lightning convincing you that Ten had arrived to kill you, each snapping twig akin to his footsteps. When you could not bear it anymore, you ran to Kamin’s door despite his adamance that you leave him be, but to your chagrin discovered it was locked.

It was there that Hisashi had found you, weeping and clutching the carpet. You hadn’t expected much from him — after all, he was still at that point in his life where he found you to be on the whole an annoyance — but he had knelt beside you and hugged you carefully to his chest.

Look, he had said, I’m turning my cursed technique on. Limitless. That means nothing can touch us.

You had asked him then — not even Ten? And he had responded in turn, promptly. Not even Ten. You had not understood the exact, minute details of his cursed technique back then, had not known that Limitless could only ever protect himself and not another, so in the moment you were soothed by the supposed invulnerability he had provided you with.

You won’t let go? you had whispered. I don’t want him to come for me. I don’t want him to kill me like he killed my parents. I am so afraid of him, Hisashi…

You thought he might belittle you, tell you to face your fears as Kamin Gojo had. After all, to Hisashi, you were nothing more than the irritating girl he would one day have to marry, the child his father had taken in for the sole purpose of eventually being his wife. Hisashi was still a boy himself, too, and you had briefly doubted that he possessed the maturity to care for you at all.

I will stay with you until all the storms are over, he had said to you. Until not a single stroke of lightning dares pierce the sky. Only then will I let you go.

What if Ten gets to us anyways? you had said, still paranoid, though you had no reason to be. But that was back when Ten was a faceless phantom to you, an abstract fear instead of a concrete threat which could be faced and defeated. Some children had a monster under the bed. You had a curse in the sky. It was like that. What if we still die, even with your Limitless protecting us?

He had not made any empty reassurances. Maybe he had thought that they would not help you; naturally, he had been correct in this assumption. For a moment, he had not spoken at all, his cheek resting against your hair, and then he had finally deigned to say something. I’ll chase you into the next life, then. But that time, I’ll be reborn as a Gojo with the Six Eyes as well as the Limitless, and then no one will be able to hurt us.

Okay, you had said, your body quaking with the relief that came after crying for a long time. Okay. That’s fine. I’ll see you then, if I have to.

Even though he was so infamously meek in personality, he was strong in his body, trained as a sorcerer from a young age as he was. At least, he was strong enough to stand and carry you to his room, setting you down in his bed and promising he’d watch over you until it was all over.

Walking down the sea-slick cobblestones, you childishly wished you had Hisashi watching over you even now. Of course, there was nowhere you were safer than with Kashimo, nowhere you were freer, but sometimes you longed for the comfort and familiarity of that cage of a mansion. It was frightening, this outside world, with its hurricanes and its beasts and its wild boys with their wild pasts.

“You should just kill them,” Kashimo said conversationally, like that was a perfectly normal thing to say. “Whoever demands anything of you. Kill all of them.”

“No,” you said. “I cannot. For as surely as they have taken from me, they have also given, and I cannot kill my greatest benefactors like that. Then again, maybe it’s nothing more than the affection a dog holds for its master. Either way, that’s not an option.”

“I see,” he said. “Anyways, it was only a suggestion.”

“The problems of my life cannot be solved with death, as the ones of yours cannot be solved with diplomacy,” you said.

“Are you saying we mustn’t advise one another?” he said.

“No. Only that we must keep these limitations in mind,” you explained. “Now how do we go about checking whether this girl is here or not?”

“I presume going door-to-door would be a bit excessive for your tastes,” he said.

“Inefficient, too,” you said.

“And you’d be opposed to me threatening the lord of the village?” he said.

“You know me so well,” you said. “Though it’s not a bad idea. Not the threatening part, but speaking to the lord, I mean. At least his servants; they’d likely know if someone like the girl lived around here.”

Kashimo seemed pleased with himself for inspiring such an excellent idea, even patting his horse on the neck — something which his horse did not seem particularly amused by, snorting at the contact.

“Where would the lord of the village live?” he said.

“We just have to search for the nicest looking house,” you said, sliding off your horse and taking her reins off of her head so that you could lead her behind you. Kashimo seemed confused but did the same, though you noticed him furrowing his brow. Taking pity, you explained to him as you walked: “You’ll have to let me take the lead here. I might do things that seem confusing, but I’m much more used to dealing with this sort of person than you are, so you need to trust me. Intimidation and arguing will only make them shut their doors on you tighter; we must appear as supplicants come to the lord for aid.”

Kashimo wrinkled his nose. “I am no supplicant.”

“Today, you will be,” you said in a tone that brokered no argument. “First, let us find an inn to keep our horses and belongings at. If we come in finery, we will be summarily rejected at the door. The lord and his servants will believe us to be flexing our status on them for no reason, and they will resent us for it.”

“Fine,” he muttered. You reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, pitying him for having to do something so antithetical to who he was as a person.

“Thank you,” you said, expressing it as genuinely as you could. “You’ve done a lot for me, these past few days.”

After all, hadn’t he? Watching over your horse while you fought Nezumi and Usagi. Taking you to Daisuke so you could have a better sword. Helping you find the girl so that you could repay Daisuke. Going to the seaside when he was so afraid of water. And now, he was — albeit reluctantly — agreeing to bow his head and plead with a man who, by all accounts, he was stronger than. It was probably the hardest thing he had done in some time; he, who believed the natural hierarchy of the world was based on strength, allowing himself to be debased in front of someone who was unquestionably his inferior and weaker than him by far.

His eyes widened at the casual way with which you touched him, and he turned his head to the side, pouting childishly. His knuckles turned white around his horse’s reins from how hard he suddenly gripped them, causing the horse to pin its ears at him and stomp in warning.

“Whatever,” he grumbled. “It’s only so that you live to fight me and are the best possible opponent when it happens.”

“Alright,” you said. “Still, I’m grateful anyways.”

The nearest inn was not terribly far, though it did back up to a small, sheltered cove, the songs of seabirds echoing through the thin walls. You knew Kashimo would not be fond of how close the sea was, but surprisingly, he did not complain, only handing his horse to one of the stable boys and turning to you.

“Can we share a room again?” he said. You had been about to tell the innkeeper to give you two separate rooms, but at his request — which was made in a small voice, smaller than you had ever heard him speak — you paused.

“Why?” you said. He gazed out the window, where the ocean crashed against the sand, white foam bubbling up at the meeting-points. Lightning arced between his fingers, small sparks dancing around his wrists, and then he clenched his fist and extinguished the electricity completely.

“I do not want to be alone,” he said. “In such a vulnerable place, I do not want to be alone. It is not your protection I ask for, of course, but if there was someone there who could perhaps…be aware of approaching threats…it might ease my mind.”

“I see,” you said. “So this is the one fear you will not conquer. Very well; one room, sir. This man and I will share.”

“One day, I will even conquer the sea itself,” Kashimo promised you as you followed the innkeeper to the room he had prepared for you. “But right now is not that time. There are more pressing matters to be addressed, and my discomfort with the water is not high on the priority list.”

“That is true,” you said. “Will you mind if I visit the sea, though? Since we came all this way.”

“Why would you ask for my permission?” he said, actually rolling his eyes. “I’m not Hisashi Gojo. I would never believe it to be my place to tell you what you can or can’t do.”

“Thank you,” you said, too pleased with the relationship blooming tenuously between you both to reprimand him for speaking against Hisashi. “I’ll go once we’ve spoken to the lord of the village, then.”

“Wonderful,” Kashimo said, with no small amounts of sarcasm.

“We should be off, then,” you said. “It wouldn’t do for us to go too late and be turned away due to the hour.”

“And we’ll have to walk, right?” he said. “We can’t even run?”

“We will walk,” you affirmed. “Sorry, Kashimo. You could just tell me the girl’s name and I could go by myself, you know.”

“Not likely,” he said. “Let’s not waste time, then.”

Walking through the town on foot instead of horseback was a different experience entirely. Now, you were in the midst of all the action, weaving around the stray dogs which ran underfoot, yanking one another out of the way of women balancing baskets of vegetables in their arms, following the twists and turns of the road until you reached an imposing mansion.

Well, anyways, it would’ve been imposing if you didn’t live in the Gojo manor. The residence you shared with Hisashi was ten times as large as this one, and the grounds were likely close to the size of the entire village. It took a lot to impress you after having spent much of your life surrounded by the luxury of the Big Three Sorcerer Families, but it remained that compared to the rest of the village, this place was certainly of a better quality.

“This is it,” you said. “Now, remember, Kashimo, not a word unless I say you may speak.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” he said, voice whiny. “Hurry up so we can get this over with! If she’s not here, we should leave at once.”

“We already paid for the room in the inn, so we might as well stay for the night. Sorry. I know being this close to the sea isn’t preferable for you,” you said, raising your hand to knock on the door.

The sound rang and ricocheted around for a bit — no doubt the attempt of the lord to seem more important than he really was — and then, dimly and only because of your enhanced senses, you could hear the sound of shuffling footsteps.

It was with an ominous creak that the door opened, revealing an elderly, stooped over woman peering at you through the small crack. Behind her, the entrance was darkened, as if the house was in mourning, and to support that fact, her clothes were shapeless and black.

“Who are you?” she said. Her voice was hoarse, her stare shrewd with age. You exchanged glances with Kashimo before returning your attention to the woman.

“You may think of us as travelers. We are trying to find a relative, and we thought that the lord of the house might be able to help us,” you said. The woman looked between the two of you before nodding and opening the door a little wider.

“Lord Tachibana is inside. If you are willing to wait, I can bring him to you,” she said.

“That��s fine by us,” you said. Apprehensively, as if you might attack her, the woman opened the door ever so slightly more; it was barely enough for you and Kashimo to squeeze inside, one after the other, and then the entryway was slamming shut again and leaving you in the front hall of the Tachibana Mansion.

A few candles lit the way as you followed the woman into a small, dusty parlor. It was obviously heavily underutilized. You supposed the lord did not entertain many guests; it was a reasonable assumption, after all, given that he was so far in the middle of nowhere that likely very few people had reason to visit him in the first place.

“Wait here,” the woman said. “Someone will be in with tea while I go fetch Lord Tachibana.”

The door to the parlor closed ominously behind her, leaving you and Kashimo sitting there in wait. To his credit, he did not sprawl about the room as he usually might’ve. Instead, he mirrored your prim and contained posture, though you could tell by the muscle twitching in his jaw that he was none-too-happy about it.

When the door opened again, it was a small boy standing there, not the woman. He held a tray with two steaming teacups on it, and those he deposited before you with a bow. Despite his small stature and youth, there was an aged sorrow about him, and as he passed by you with the now-empty tray, you caught him by his small hand.

“Say, boy, do you work in this household?” you said. He seemed frightened when he responded.

“Yes, my lady, I do,” he said, cringing into another bow. You frowned.

“And is it a good household to work in?” you said. He looked around nervously, first at you, then at Kashimo, then at the door, and finally back at you. You nodded encouragingly, but right when he was about to open his mouth to respond, there was a commotion at the door. You let go of him as he gasped, collecting the empty tray and darting away before the newcomers could enter the room.

“What was that all about?” Kashimo muttered. You shook your head.

“We can discuss things later,” you said. “For now, we have company to entertain.”

This time, it was an aged, bombastic-seeming man who entered alongside the woman from before. He was probably about twenty years your senior, with gray creeping into his beard and streaking through his hair, his eyes heavily set into his severe face. His expression did not lighten any upon seeing you and Kashimo. The woman scurried after him like a mouse, as if she were afraid of the reaction he might have to seeing the two of you.

“I am Lord Akihiro Tachibana,” he said, his voice a gravelly rumble like falling rocks. “You say you are in search of someone. A relative. Who is it and why have you come here to find them?”

“She loved the sea,” Kashimo said, though you had expressly told him not to speak. You sighed but did not say anything, as technically his words had been relatively neutral. “That’s why.”

Akihiro Tachibana looked at you incredulously, as if it was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard in all his years of living. You held his gaze levelly — not a challenge, but also a refusal to back down, an insistence to be acknowledged.

“We’d thank you kindly for your help,” you said demurely. “That is all, sir.”

“You are nothing,” he said. “No one. Why should I spend even a second of my time on you? Why should I care about your missing girl?”

“As the lord of this village, it is your duty to aid us,” you said. “It is your duty to know everything that happens in this village, and to assist those who visit it. Am I incorrect in saying such a thing?”

“What do you know of the duties of a lord?” he said with a snort.

“I am the lady of the Gojo house,” you said. Even though he obviously wasn’t a sorcerer, he’d understand the significance of that. The Gojos were well-known just for how utterly, obscenely wealthy they were, and just mentioning the name was enough to demand some modicum of respect. “I know better than you what these duties are.”

“How am I to believe you?” Akihiro said. “Anyone can call themselves a Gojo. It doesn’t make it true.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me,” you said, slightly irritated — you hadn’t wanted to play this card if it wasn’t necessary. “There is a chance, however slight you may think it is, that I am telling the truth. Will you ignore that chance? Will you dare disrespect one of the richest families in the country?”

He obviously didn’t believe you even still, but he swallowed his pride, the doubts you had sown in his mind taking root. He could not risk it, because he knew as well as you did that he and his village could not handle the full wrath of the Gojos if he dared incur it.

“Who is it?” he said, through gritted teeth. “The girl’s name. Tell me what it is, and I will tell you if she lives here or not.”

You motioned towards Kashimo, who leaned in and whispered the name into the lord’s ear. Akihiro’s face went white as Kashimo leaned back, coolly folding his arms over his chest.

“There is no one,” he said, the white fading rapidly to red, “who has that name in this village. Now get out. Get out of my sight, and never dare come near this mansion again.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t lie, my lord.”

“It would be in your best interests to leave now,” Akihiro said.

“Hey, asshole,” Kashimo said, lightning swirling around him again, though of course Akihiro was none the wiser due to the lightning being composed of cursed energy. “What do you know? Where is she? Tell us now, before I kill you.”

“I don’t know anything,” Akihiro said. “You should go while I am merciful enough to not prosecute you for that kind of threat.”

“Come, Kashimo,” you said, standing up and interlocking your fingers firmly with his, wincing slightly as you were shocked by his cursed energy. Digging your nails into his skin, you pulled him after you. “We shouldn’t bother him anymore.”

“He knows something,” Kashimo hissed in your ear as you stomped out of the mansion. “Why are we leaving? He knows something about where she is!”

“Of course he does,” you said tersely, waving at the woman who had escorted you out. She did not return it, shutting the door behind you without so much as a smile.

“So? Why aren’t we questioning him further?” he said. You smiled, finally allowing your mirth to manifest now that you were far enough from the mansion that you would not be overheard.

“Kashimo, if you believe that dealing with nobles directly is the greatest way to get information from them, then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

That night, you left Kashimo to stew in his confusion and anger in your shared room, promising that you were only going on a short walk by the sea and would be back once you were done. He had pressed you for answers to your earlier vagueness, but you refused to elaborate, only promising that you hadn’t given up quite yet and leaving it at that.

As you stared out at the horizon, where the moon hung clear and full in the sky, you felt the familiar burning against your throat. You laughed humorlessly as the burning ceased and there was a rustling behind you.

“Of course you could not leave me alone for even a little bit,” you said, turning around to see a large rooster staring at you. Its plumed tail was iridescent against the sand, the wheel symbol on its forehead faintly shimmering, like starlight. “Ten.”

“I am Tori,” the rooster said. “The mightiest of the Twelve Beasts of Ten.”

“The mightiest?” you said. “How is it that the mightiest has already appeared, when there are still nine to go?”

Tori squawked indignantly. “I am the mightiest of my siblings! Don’t doubt me, foolish girl!”

“I see,” you said, entirely unamused by the fact that one of the Twelve Beasts had appeared at such a late hour. Especially this one, who was as prideful as Nezumi had been fretful, cocky as Usagi had been kind. “Then I shall spare nothing in my attempts at defeating you.”

“You can certainly try!” it crowed at you before charging towards you, its beak poised to peck. Exhaling heavily, you sprung out of the way, twirling your sword in your hand to help balance you.

“There is a story in which the hummingbird is the best at diving,” you said, though there was no passion in your voice as you spoke. “So lend me that power, too.”

You have been given the Dive Power of the Hummingbird!

Shifting your weight midair so that your sword could best strike Tori’s neck, you used the power of your downward fall to slice through it in one fell blow. Landing behind it, you spun to watch its head fall unceremoniously in the sand.

Expecting it to disappear, you were surprised when the blue eyes of the rooster only glowed brighter, an indignant shriek ripping from its mouth.

“How dare you!” it screamed at you. “How dare you behead Tori, the greatest of the Twelve Beasts of Ten?”

“Clearly you weren’t the greatest, if I’ve already beheaded you,” you said, though you were a little warier now. Why hadn’t it died yet? Nezumi and Usagi had been simple to defeat, so it was a little strange that Tori still lived despite its decapitation.

“Even losing my head is not enough for me to die,” Tori said. Its body began to run around blindly, its disembodied head’s glare still fixated on you. Impossibly, the body was even faster without a head than with, so, swearing under your breath, you called upon the story that gave you the speed of the hummingbird.

You have been given the Speed of the Hummingbird!

You have been given the G-Force Resistance of the Hummingbird!

You have been given the Maneuverability of the Hummingbird!

You took off at a sprint, running away from the rooster’s body as you tried to gather your thoughts. If even cutting its head off had not been enough to kill it, then what would be? Although you did not believe Tori’s claims that it was the strongest Beast, it was certainly on another level compared to its predecessors.

In an attempt to stall for time, you jumped into the air again, but to your horror, Tori’s body flapped its wings and flew up after you, its head shouting at you all the while.

“What do you even have to be proud of yourself for, huh?” it said as you slammed into the sand, the loose grains cushioning the impact on your ankles as you continued to run.

“What do you mean?” you said irately, spinning to brandish your sword at the body, which ignored the weapon and continued to run straight at you.

“I mean what I said!” it said.

Unbidden, you took a second to think about what it was asking you. What were you proud of yourself for? What had you ever really accomplished for yourself? Nothing, of course. You were just an empty vessel through which others could channel their desires.

“I have no pride,” you said. “I know people who have so much that they can drown in it, but as for myself…it’s not a quality which I possess.”

Slashing your sword across its body, you groaned when it had little effect on it. Of course, it would be too easy for that to have worked, but you had been sincerely hoping it would’ve, if only because you had other things to do with your time.

Pride. That was the way you could kill it. It had to be; as Usagi’s defining characteristic had been its legs, Tori’s was its pride. If you could destroy what it was proud of, you’d surely win, but what could a Beast such as Tori be proud of?

Your eyes widened imperceptibly as an idea came to you. Turning your back to its body, you made a beeline for Tori’s head, pushing your legs faster and faster so that you could reach it before the body realized what you were doing.

“Foolish girl, foolish girl!” Tori sang. “What are you — wait! Mmph!”

You stabbed your sword into its beak, spearing the blade clean through and watching with grim satisfaction as a few steps away, the body began to thrash before abruptly vanishing in the same way that Nezumi and Usagi had. The head followed suit a second later, though the single-colored eyes gave you an accusing glare as it did so.

For a second, you simply stood there, your sword still buried in the sand, your fingers still wrapped tightly around the hilt as you heaved for breath, your shoulders rising and falling as you huffed with your head bowed.

They were getting stronger. There was no doubt in your mind that the final Beast would be a monster not unlike Ten himself; the thought both frightened and fascinated you. Would you be able to do it? Would you be able to defeat it?

“Well, I am proud of that,” you said, chuckling under your breath as you spoke to the now-clear blue third wedge of the wheel. “Killing you, I mean. You know, since you were asking.”

The ensuing silence was only broken by the sound of your body as you hit the ground with a thud.

You will now enter the Torpor of the Hummingbird.

You must have only been in torpor for a few minutes, as when you awoke, the beach was the same — placid, undisturbed, the ocean having smoothed away all evidence of the earlier fight. You sat for a second before shaking your head to clear it and wiping your sword on your clothes so that it was not covered in sand when you sheathed it.

“I got your token,” a soft, familiar voice said. You smiled slightly at the sound, turning to face the boy from the Tachibana Mansion, the one who had given tea to you and Kashimo. There was a wooden token in his palm bearing the insignia of the inn you were staying in, no doubt for advertising purposes. You had slipped it into his hand while talking to him — your suspicions that Akihiro wouldn’t be the most cooperative had been correct, after all, and you were suddenly grateful you had taken the precaution.

“Are you in any danger coming here?” you said. The boy looked around before shaking his head.

“As long as Lord Tachibana doesn’t see,” he said.

“I think we’re safe from that, secluded as we are,” you said. “Now, listen here. I’ll offer you a deal: if you can tell me the truth about the girl Kashimo and I are looking for, I’ll help you escape the Tachibanas. You can go work for my fiancé — you will be treated well and paid better there.”

The boy glanced at you, then at his feet, and finally at the sea, his large eyes full of longing as he stared out at it, at that never-ending expanse. You waited patiently, not wanting to rush him, knowing his cooperation was key to solving this mystery and finding this girl. It would not do to scare him off, not when the Beasts were appearing in such quick succession and getting more and more powerful with every iteration. You needed a sword from Daisuke as soon as possible; thus, you needed to find the girl, and to do that, you needed this boy’s help.

Finally, he seemed to come to a decision. Straightening his back and squaring his shoulders, he faced you once again, lifting his chin and beginning to speak.

#kashimo x reader #kashimo x y/n #kashimo x you #reader insert #canon au #hurricanes / hummingbirds #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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shiningclown69 · 2 years ago

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Inspired by @stellasolaris post on the winx specialists' individual flaws

I have similar takes on Brandon and Riven's flaws, so I won't repeat them here. Check out her post on it!

Not doing Sky either bc I think he's been whacked on the head with a stick one too many times by the fandom alr 😭

I hesitate to consider some of these traits "flaws" for fear of being disrespectful (?), so take this with a grain of salt!

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Timmy:

-very socially awkward and struggles to fit into social situations. He's grown more outspoken, but still finds it difficult to start or hold a conversation, especially with strangers. He also doesn't really know how to act in these scenarios, which drains him

-occasionally struggles with issues of self confidence, self worth and feelings of inferiority. These usually relate to his skills and appearance (surfing comic). This causes Timmy to have angry/sad outbursts or feelings of resentment towards his friends sometimes

-finds it difficult to verbalise or connect with his feelings on a deeper level. He tries his best to explain using analogies and examples if prompted though

-way more risk averse than the others, which isn't necessarily bad (but is usually perceived as cowardice). Timmy only takes thoroughly calculated risks with a high success rate. But in a pinch, his indecisiveness might cost more harm than good

Helia:

-has very high expectations of himself and does not take well to failure or sub-par performance. This applies to everything from battling to art. He tends to dwell and reflect on past mistakes a lot. These expectations sometimes seeps into his perception of others.

-because of his connection to Saladin, he tries to over-compensate by constantly pushing himself and making sure his own abilities are always top notch.

-however, he always thinks someone else would be better suited for a task he's assigned. He's quite leadership avoidant, only doing it if he needs to.

-tends to do things alone and keeps to himself. He rarely tells people about his inner-workings and problems, as he fears his burdening them with his feelings. I feel like he would bottle most things in, or vent only through physical activity or art.

-surprisingly curt and snappy at times. He will occasionally lose his patience when he imposes his own expectations onto others. Some of his comments and words can also come accross as tactless and hurtful, even if unintentional

Nabu:

-very lax and tends to go with the flow. However, this means he sometimes lacks commitment and tends to go with whatever will make him happy at that moment. This is paired with the fact that he also tends to get caught up in his feelings and often makes impulsive decisions.

-due to his sheltered up-bringing, Nabu is quite gullible and believes very much in the innate goodness of most beings. He sometimes gets tricked or duped into doing things with the impression that what he's doing is for the greater good.

-he often sees things like morals as very black and white with little grey area. He rarely gives people he perceives as "bad" any recourse or chance at redemption.

-questionable social skills and is still trying his best to understand and apply the concept of "there is a time and space for everything, and now is not the right time."

#winx club #winx specialists #winx timmy #winx helia #winx nabu #winx headcanons #jester talks about stuff #my own opinions ofc #it was interesting talking abt nabu...i feel the other 2 are p self explanatory #i tried adding my own stuff abt timmy n helia that i didnt see others mention but most of it is p run of the mill

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raw-law · 8 months ago

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A normal question before I go to bed.

What is your love language? (Quailty time, gift giving, ect.)

I'd say my own is quality time. Maybe not for cooking. I haven't cooked with people, but just having someone else in the kitchen stresses me out

-☾

i never really considered my love language, but i'd go with quality time or acts of service, both in a receiving and giving sense. i'd say physical touch as well, but in very specific ways. i value it a lot, but i can only ever handle it in small amounts, and from people i hold close. anything else just feels... strange, to say the least.

makes me wonder what light's response to this will be, especially with his aversion to love in general..

Light:

Using elimination, probably quality time in the receiving sense, and acts of service in the giving sense. I prefer spending time around people whom I enjoy the presence of, and I also like to express my appreciation for people I care about through doing little things to make their lives easier.

But honestly, I don't really think about this very much, so please take the above with a grain of salt.

#fictive #l lawliet #light yagami #death note #ask blog #dn

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randomfoggytiger · 2 years ago

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React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part VII): Scars and Hearts, Dining and Dashing

We're back, let's go!

**Note**: Editing later, brb.

Bob is deterred from further work instructions by his workers' "we got it all done" even if they don't know what it was they got all done. It's time to clock out, let them live.

The new enclosure's done-- Sydney gets a new cage, woo.

Some guy named Fennington is going to do the speech and apparently that's mock worthy. Forgot who that was, maybe old man at the party (in Part I) or one of the boardroom guys (in Part II?)

"Elizabeth would love that, huh?" Charlie quips.

"She would've loved this."

"You did it."

"Took me long enough."

Love how Bonnie Hunt sets aside time for characters to celebrate each other-- the restaurant, the bowling alley, and now the construction completion. It makes this world feel homey, lived in.

Charlie picks up that Grace is playing at something; but he thinks it's long-term teasing rather than her being scar-shy. To be fair, no one but she and her family (and Megan-Bonnie and her husband-- who are practically family anyway) know about the scar thing.

The mock turtle soup line DOES play into this but not directly as Charlie asserts: "This is a game that all women play just to reel us in."

And that could be true-- for the women Charlie surrounds himself with, who want to play rather than settle down. But Grace isn't like that; but he doesn't know she's not like that. And he's worried about how hard Bob has fallen for her, especially how quickly.

"Well, it's working."

"You are so sad."

Bob calls Charlie Sammie Sosa-- brb, gotta research him because the kids went HAM and chased his pal across the park. ...'Kay, so he was a Chicago White Sox player big enough to be on a baseball card. That explains that, though I'm outta the baseball card loop (and baseball.)

Megan-Bonnie still insists that Grace tell him about the heart surgery; and is adoring of her chaotic, salt-of-the-earth Joe man.

Bob's getting prepped for "the talk" Grace promised-- which includes messing up the microwave over and over to make popcorn.

He does know how to make popcorn, guys.

He does.

He says so while grabbing the popcorn back out to rip off the plastic wrapper he'd forgotten to take off.

He brought up the writeup on his wife's tribute coming up.

The magic fingers worked: the popcorn will now pop once the safety guidelines have been followed. A miracle.

I guess affectionately slapping your dog off the couch is the next order of importance. I mean, he's a dog who likes it, so that's kind of tempting.

Enclosure talk time. Bob's proud and relieved and feels like a weight is off his back. And a bit of closure as well....

3/4 angst mark here we COME.

Grace understands and compliments him on his hard work.

"Yeah, but it's been worth it... to make Elizabeth's dream come true. At least I could do that for her."

"I'm sure she's very proud of you."

That's such. an amazing compliment.

Unlocked: Bob will remember that.

"Thank you, Grace." DD, perfect line delivery: a breathy exhale more than a word. A sentiment instead of a sentence. Validation and understanding.

Grace is saved by the bell (the microwave timer); and Bob reads the room, backing off and giving her space to recuperate.

And, of course, this is when Grace stumbles across the letter.

Her letter.

I knew this plot point was coming, here we go.

A furthering of the gag: Bob burns his hand on the hot popcorn... in a bowl?? Bob, you put the popped microwave packet in a bowl???? Are you okay--

They're all burned and Bob's discouraged.

Bob--

Bob, what.

Bob's spraying the popcorn demons away. Please tell me that's-- IS THAT WINDEX.

What's peak comedy about this is the scene's done in complete silence other than the kitchen banging and spritz sounds, perfectly cutting back and forth with Grace/Minnie's unraveling revelation upstairs.

Grace reads the paper, sees Elizabeth's death date, and starts making gruesome connections.

Yuuuuuuuuuuup, she just saw the letter.

Yuppity yupperoo.

She books it, making up a babysitting excuse.

Bob tries to help put on Grace's coat even if she's already whipping it on herself. It's the little touches that, to me, are unintentionally hilarious and also really endearing.

She's wheelin' outta there even if parts of her bike are breaking; and both of them are chattering-- she to avoid conversation, he to engage it.

Bob's as perplexed as any reasonable man would be. Maybe she smelled the popcorn upstairs, BOB.

He trails her out, maneuvering the bike down the steps and catching a few extra seconds with his gal pal. Bob is still chattering, wanting to lighten Grace's stress as much as possible.

All his solutions and questions are brushed away as she zooms off.

He's smitten... but he's also thinkin'.

Survivor's guilt kicking in.

"What was God thinking??" got a chuckle out of me.

Megan/Bonnie is all for transparency and honesty but can't say the complicated truth herself. Great characterization.

Joe walking in and knowing someone died and misinterpreting everything and wanting to fight Bob is both why Megan loves and wants to strangle him.

Megan blurts it out.

Joe: "He's not married? ...Oh, okay." That's good enough for him.

Joe's great.

Grandpa is making plans for Grace to go alone to Rome since that's what she thinks will make it easier for Bob to process.

It's the day of reckoning.

Bob pops in, greeting both of them cheerfully; and charmingly adds, "Hey Gracie, close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to open them."

Marty gives her some advice-- the strongest character gets the hardest challenges-- doing his best to uplift her by twisting lemons into lemonade.

Bob got her a new bike because her other one was a bunch of busted bolts. Ooooooooh, isn't that always how it goes in movies? Make it just that gut-punch a hair tougher, why don't ya?

A touched and pained cry-- I like it, Minnie Driver, I like it a lot.

Bob even made a trumpet noise to celebrate.

Bob I'm sorry I ever doubted you if our journey led up to this trumpet noise.

Those chipmunk cheeks of happiness won't last, Bob. Enjoy your mood while you may.

"You okay? I was worried about you last night."

"I'm going away."

"What?"

"I'm going away."

"Why?"

Minnie/Grace reveals what she didn't have the courage to tell him sooner, leading up to her admittance of surgery last year.

Bob's radar fears are up; but he has no idea what's coming. (But WE do, heheheh.) His posture is slightly turtled back: stomach tucked in, shoulders hunched, preparing for the worst (nice acting chops)--

but EXPLODES forward in relief at the heart transplant news.

He flings out the quickest joke he can think of that's farthest away from his true fears: "I thought you were gonna say you were a man or something." Which is the least detached way of expressing unbearable relief.

Then he immediately jumps back like Minnie/Grace feared he would: "Am I hurting you??" His face then cycles from worry to panic to lessening anxiety ("You're okay now?") to saturating, processing relief ("You're fine. You're healed."); and, finally, to mild but reasonable reproof ("You could have told me that....")