#he is also a precious bean that needs to be protected

[suja-janee]

I love Lucy Maclean, she’s such a sweetheart

[zetsubo-bani]

I think it's funny how people seemingly forget that ociel isn't a good character. Morally I mean

He's not completely evil, but he isn't good either. A morally grey character.

Yana herself said that ociel got vincents evilness and I think it's definitely visible.

Not caring that more people will die if they keep up the phantom music hall (which abberline commented on), ordering the deaths of multiple people, the circus crew incident (because let's be real, he could have just let them get arrested instead of killing them and the kidnapped kids), setting violet dorm in fire and most likely injuring students in the process, wanting to win no matter what it takes and drugging students as a result, purposely framing someone for a murder he didn't commit...

You get the point

But he also isn't completely evil and heartless.

He is shown to care about others a lot even if he claims he doesn't. Sebastian also likes to point that out on different moments in the manga

Frustrated after soma and agni got attacked, giving a murder victim who he didn't know a grave, jumping in front of a bear to protect lizzy, helping joanne to escape from the bizarre dolls, giving sieglinde another chance at life instead of killing her, buying things for the servants, building up snakes confidence when snake was feeling insecure about himself...

So I think it's wrong whenever people reduce him to "a precious bean that needs protection" or "a heartless person that doesn't care about the servants or anyone else"

He's a flawed character: he is selfish, makes mistakes, lies wherever he can. But I think that's what makes him so interesting

[kandadze]

When Ying Lei joined the Demon Hunting Bureau squad, he gained:

a parental unit:

in which the "mom" also plays the role of a naughty auntie:

... and the "dad" is a mischievous kid himself, going along with her shenanigans:

2. two brothers (joined at the hip):

the younger brother is a precious lil' bean who needs to be protected at all costs:

... and the elder brother also plays the role of a strict uncle (who drinks vinegar on a regular):

3. last but not least, a cool!emo!sister:

whose facial expression never seems to change...

The DHB squad gained:

(just joking... XD)

They gained the one and only, Little (Emotional Support) Mountain God (he's got all the tea!):

Fangs of Fortune, ep 7

[jordanli-dribbles]

Made of Glass

Jordan Li x Fem!Reader | 2.6k words

Prompt #3: You think I’m weak because I’m not like you. Synopsis: They are a supe, you are merely human.

You and Jordan are from entirely different worlds. They are a supe, ranked number two and you are merely a normal human. Currently, a barista working at Jitter Bean on the GodU campus. As you pull shots of espresso and froth milk, you're also juggling your studies at the local normal university. Your days are filled with textbooks and coffee beans, study groups and latte art. This is your world, your routine, and you wouldn't trade it for anything else. You've come to love your life and routine, especially after meeting Jordan.

When you first started dating, you noticed a certain hesitation in their behavior. It seemed as if they were always holding back, afraid of causing you harm. They were exceedingly gentle with you, treating you with a delicacy as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at the slightest mishandling. Their actions and touch were calculated and cautious, reflecting their love for you. Yet, it pained you to see how much thought and effort they put into the smallest things in order to keep you safe.

Every action they took seems to be for your protection. They open doors for you, not merely out of courtesy, but out of a deep-seated need to shield you from the world. They open jars for you, seeing an unnecessary risk in a simple task. They prevent you from doing anything they deem dangerous, their definition of 'danger' being far broader than yours. You weren’t the only human on campus but the few incidence with supe and human have left a sour taste for Jordan. Their overprotectiveness only growing.

If someone hugged you a bit too tightly, they immediately step in, serving as your personal protector, reprimanding the 'offender' for their thoughtlessness. If someone sneezes, they ensure the person stays a safe distance away, as if a mere sneeze could shatter you.

While you love them, their constant vigilance can feel like a cage. Their kindness, while well-intended, begins to blanket you, smothering your independence and creating a sense of claustrophobia. But you see the love in their eyes, a love that is as deep as the ocean, as vast as the sky. It's a love that is genuine and caring, a love that sees you as the most precious thing in the world. Every time they look at you, their eyes hold a promise to protect you, to cherish you.

So, you tolerate their overprotectiveness. You understand where it's coming from. You see the fear ingrained in their actions, the fear of losing you. And maybe, just maybe, you can help them see that you're stronger than they think.

It was just like any other day. You were sitting by the Polarity’s statue waiting for Jordan to finish their office hours scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Suddenly, you saw Andre zoom past you on a flashy new electric scooter at a speed that was definitely unsafe.

"Dude, is that new?" You couldn't help but call out, your smile wide and your curiosity piqued as the scooter gleaming under the sun. Hearing your shout, he quickly turned back around, heading towards where you were now standing. The scooter stopping with a dramatic screech that stirred up dust around your feet.

"Yeah, you like it? It's a new toy from dad," Andre replied, his voice full of pride. He dismounted with a youthful spring in his step, leaving the scooter to stand on its own. It hummed softly, like a futuristic machine out of a sci-fi movie, this wasn’t a standard electric scooter. You found yourself drawn to it, your eyes scanning over its sleek design, the fancy built-in gadgets, and the vibrant neon color that seemed to pulsate with life.

Wandering closer, you circled the scooter, your fingertips hovering just above the surface as if afraid to touch. You were intrigued, the childlike wonder in your eyes evident.

Seeing your interest, Andre offered, "Wanna give it a try?" His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of excitement. You looked up at him, a hint of apprehension flickering in your eyes as you glanced from side to side. It was as if you were considering the potential risks and the thrill of the unknown simultaneously.

Andre noticed your hesitation and, with a teasing grin, he nudged you gently. "Oh come on! Live a little. It’s easy, I'll show you how." His words were a challenge, an invitation to step out of your bubble and embrace the adventure.

After reviewing the basics, Andre tilted the scooter towards you, encouraging you to ride. With a big smile, you stepped onto the scooter and took off. Feeling free, you zoomed past dozens of people, the wind blowing on your face, the thrill coursing through your veins. You laughed, feeling giddy like a child with a new toy. The feeling was exhilarating, it felt like what you imagine flying would be like.

You were so engross in the feeling that you didn't notice the curb and both you and the scooter went flying over the hedges. After tumbling and having the wind knocked out of your lungs, the world spun. Your ears were ringing, and you tasted the metallic tang of blood from your split lip. Despite your body aching, you didn't care, you had never felt so free before.

"Oh shit, are you okay?!" A panicked voice rang out. Looking up, you saw Andre. His eyes were wide, his expression frozen in shock as he stared down at you with concern. Yet all you could do was laugh, lying flat on your back on the grass. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, his expression softening at the sound of your mirth. The two of you were laughing like idiots, as if you hadn’t just been thrown across the campus.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your laughter. "What the fuck happen?" Jordan demanded, concern etching their voice as they ran towards you. Their eyes darted over your form, quickly assessing the situation and the extent of your injuries.

"Oh, hey baby!" you greeted them cheerfully, managing to sit up on the grass. Your voice held a tone of delight despite the circumstances. "Andre was just teaching me how to use his new scooter, but the asshole forgot to show me how to brake," you explained, playfully squinting your eyes at Andre in mock anger.

Andre, seemingly unfazed by your comment, flashed you a wide grin. “In my defense I thought that was pretty intuitive!” he declared, shaking his head in a gentle, almost playful manner.

"Apparently not, jerk!" you fired back quickly, laughing at your own clumsiness. You struggled to stand upright, wincing slightly as you felt the fresh bruises forming on your skin. Jordan, immediately reached out to lend a hand. Their touch was gentle, and you appreciated their concern, even though you knew it was fueled by their instinct to protect you, anger and worriedness evident in their eyes.

With Jordan's help, you managed to get on your feet. You took a moment to dust yourself off, brushing away the grass and dirt that clung to your outfit. It was a futile attempt, considering how much you had tumbled, but it made you feel somewhat better. You licked your bottom lip, wiping away the blood from the split, wincing a slight from the pain.

Jordan stood by your side, examining the extent of your injuries until your eyes met with Andre's. There was a brief silence. A small smile tugged at your lips until you both burst into laughter, the sound echoing around you.

“You think this is fucking funny!” Jordan yells shifting, stepping towards Andre clearly pissed off that he was the reason you had gotten hurt. Their voice was harsh, the anger radiating from their body. Andre froze, and took an instinctive step back holding their hands up in front of him, attempting to keep things calm.

“Chill man, it was all in good fun. No harm, no foul.” he replied, taking another step to pick up his scooter off the ground, ignoring Jordan’s angry glare.

“No harm?! She’s fucking bleeding asshole!” Jordan yelled taking another step closer to him. They were beyond mad, you could feel the anger emanating from their body. Seeing the situation escalating, you gently grasped Jordan's arm and tugged, attempting to draw their attention away from Andre.

"Hey, babe," you murmured softly, your tone light and gentle. "I'm okay, I promise. It's just some little scratches and bruises, nothing major." you finished, taking a quick glance down at your injuries.

Jordan didn't respond. Instead, their eyes narrowed, the muscles in their jaw tensing as their teeth ground together. Their expression was cold, dark and their posture rigid, the tension palpable in the air. And Andre did not back down, his own stare turning into a glare.

You tightened your grip on Jordan’s arm, tugging them towards you. You really didn’t want this to escalate into something else. You stepped in front of Jordan, grabbing their chin to turn their gaze down towards you. "I'm okay Jordan," you repeated, emphasizing each word.

Finally, their expression softened as their eyes met yours. There was a mixture of emotions in their eyes. Fear, worry, anger, concern. However, their anger swiftly dissipated when they saw your split lip, their concern for you taking over.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," they finally said, their voice quiet as their hand came down to the small of your back. They began leading you away, but not before shooting Andre a final glare. You gave him an apologetic smile before turning around and allowing Jordan to guide you. They led you back to their dorm, their arm still wrapped around you as they guided you. The entire walk was filled with silence, Jordan's body still tense and rigid, the tension still thick in the air.

Now you sat on the bathroom counter as Jordan cleaned your face with a warm towel. They were avoiding your gaze, their expression hard, their brows furrowed and their lips set in a tight line. The air was heavy, the atmosphere suffocating. You hated the awkwardness, and the fact that they were so upset over something that seemed so minuscule to you.

You sighed and grabbed their wrist, stopping their motions, their eyes finally meeting yours. "Are we just not going to talk about it?" you asked, your tone laced with frustration. They let out a sigh and dropped their gaze, placing the warm towel back on your face, focusing on cleaning your wounds instead.

"Jordan," you pressed, placing your hand on their chest. They looked down at you, their expression conflicted, their gaze a mixture of emotions.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt," they whispered softly. You took a deep sigh, closing your eyes before looking at them. You had been dreading this conversation, but now was a good time of any. You desperately needed to get it off your chest, before you truly suffocated.

“Jordan,” you start softly again, making sure they are looking at you before you continue. “I love you more than words can express, but sometimes you treat me like I am made out of glass. Like any sudden movement might cause me break. You think I’m weak because I’m not like you. But baby, I am human. We get hurt, we bruise, we bleed, and we get back up. Please trust me. Trust that I can take care of myself. That I won't fall apart."

You watched their face fall as you spoke, a mix of hurt and fear clouding their expression. "I know you can take care of myself," they whispered, their tone low, barely audible. "But what if one day you can't? What if one day I'm not around, and you end up hurt or worse?" they continued, their voice cracking, their eyes beginning to glisten. You sighed, and gently place your hand on their cheek, their eyes meeting yours.

"You can't keep me in a bubble, Jordan," you say gently. After a pause, you continue, "I don't need you to protect me from getting hurt. I need you to be there to help me get back up. To support me when I take risks, even if I might fail. I'm not a fragile doll that's going to shatter with a simple breeze. I'm not a damsel who needs constant saving. What I need is for you to believe in me, to trust me to know my own limitations.”

They were silent, their expression conflicted, their emotions heighten. After a long pause, they finally responded, their voice cracking. "I'm scared," they whispered, the admission almost inaudible. They leaned into your touch, their eyes closing, their expression vulnerable.

"I'm scared that I'll lose you. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and you'll be gone, and it'll be all my fault because I wasn’t there to protect you," they continued, their voice trembling. "I can't lose you."

You felt a pang of guilt for not considering how difficult this must be for them too. This was all new, and their protective instincts were only amplified by the newness. You drew them close, your arms encircling their neck, holding them against you. "You're not going to lose me, Jordan. I'm right here baby, just a little bruised," you tried joked, with a small smile, while tracing gentle pattens behind their neck.

You heard their breathing slow down, and their body relaxed. Their arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, and they rested their head on your shoulder. You both stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry," they mumbled into your shoulder, their voice barely audible. You shook your head slowly and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of their head, squeezing their shoulders gently.

"I know, baby" you said softly, rubbing their back in soothing circles, "And I love how you take care of me, but I just need you to ease up a little."

Their grip on your waist tightened, their arms wrapping tighter around you. "Okay," they replied, their voice a soft whisper. As they pull back, their gaze was tender, their eyes soft. You couldn't help but smile and press a soft kiss to their lips, the gesture a reassurance that everything was okay. They look at you for a moment before speaking, their voice soft and laced with sincerity. "I promise I'll try my best to be less overprotective." They said their thumb softly brushing over your bruise lip.

"Good, because I really want to use that scooter again," you said with a playful grin. They let out a light chuckle the stress melting away from their body, slowly rolling their eyes at your comment. A gentle smile spreading across their lips as they leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"We'll see about that," they replied. You couldn't help but laugh, at least they were trying. You knew it would take time, their overprotectiveness would not disappear overnight, but at least they were willing to try. And despite their overprotectiveness, they always made you feel safe, secure and most of all, loved. For in love, as in life, sometimes it's the cracks on your skin that allow the light to shine through.

This was based on this prompt list which inspired this new wave of inspiration. This also got way longer than I intended.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Do you love my daddy?

Vladimir Makarov x babysitter fem Reader

Let's imagine Makarov has a daughter, he's a single dad and you have been his daughter's babysitter since... The first time he saw you holding her in your arms, what if during these years you not only developed feelings for the little girl but also for her father too? What if one day your secret is discovered by her and runs to spill the Beans?

Warning: I know it says 'x Fem reader ' but I think you can read it as a Neutral, there's no physical description. Spelling and grammatical errors, as always I think is not probably the best story but I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been feeling a little depressed and this one was waiting on the list. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

From the moment the little baby was in Vladimir's arms, he knew he needed someone capable enough to protect his daughter, someone strong but also with a warm and noble heart to love the girl as if was hers.

He spent long days and nights trying to find someone with those characteristics and spent long sleepless nights with the newborn baby, it was a hard mission, until he found you, totally unexpected, he was driving while his precious baby girl was in the backseat, he was so focused on the baby who was crying disconsolately that he almost hit you with the car, you reacted quickly and yelled at him.

«HEY! Focus on the road asshole!»

That's when he saw you, he was ready to put a bullet in your precious skull until he remembered there was a baby with him who suddenly stopped making noise. The baby was still crying but not breathing. He stopped the car right there and ran to open the door, you thought he was going to give you problems but he totally ignored you, that's when you saw him carrying a baby in his arms, something was wrong, you saw the baby's red face changing to purple. It wasn't breathing, a sobbing spasm.

«Baby, come on, breath, what's going on!?»

Without thinking too much you walked to him and took the baby from his arms.

He didn't try to protest, you put the baby in the next seat, you started to talk to the baby with a soft voice, in calm, while she was laying on one side, you were giving her small pats and rubbing her back with your free hand.

- It's okay baby, breath, I need you to take air, come on honey, you can do it, you're scaring your daddy.

The baby was getting more purple so you increased the intensity of the pats In her back and held her, positioning her tiny body over your forearm with her head resting over your palm.

Vladimir didn't know the fear until that moment, he was afraid, pleading you could do something when finally, his daughter made a noise again, a strong and loud whimper. You smiled, clearly you were as worried as him.

- Oh yes! That's it baby, good girl, you made it!

There was something about the way you held his baby that made Makarov realize you were the answer to his pleas. He was lost in thoughts until you brought him back.

- Hey, here you have. She will probably fall asleep... These tantrums leave the babies exhausted.

- Ah, yes, thanks.

- Sorry, I suppose that's why you weren't paying attention to the road, I'm really sorry.

- It's okay, you saved her... How did you do that?

- I'm a nurse, your baby was having sobbing spasms, we have to learn those things if we don't want to lose them during their tantrums.

Like fallen from the sky, that's how everything started, he almost begged you to work for him, he didn't care if you didn't know about personal defense or combat, he paid you the most expensive course. And the payment was three times more than what you asked him for.

Time flies, and the girl and you create a strong bond, she's such a precious pearl, you adore her as much as Vladimir, the man can't say no to his little princess, you go wherever they go, you cook, play, study and do everything with the girl, you feel like her mom, it's no longer a job, she became part of your life, she lives in your heart just like her dad, who's a gentleman, he treats you with kindness and tender all the time, you try to convince yourself it's only because you're raising his kid, but even those thoughts can't help you to not develop that silly little crush on him.

And He makes it more difficult, he sends flowers every morning for you and his daughter when he's not at home, he brings presents for both when he's back, joins you In the kitchen to help with the dinner or wakes up before you to make the breakfast, takes you and his daughter to the park so the three of you can have a picnic afternoon, joins to the playing time and reads fairytale stories for the girl every night. Out of home Vladimir Makarov is fierce, brave, strong and chaotic but when he's with his daughter and you, he's the opposite, you love both sides of the coin.

It's late at night, you're sure the little girl is deeply asleep so you decide to call your best friend, and as always you're talking about your crush.

«Y/n, I swear that man considerate you as his wife at this point, the kid is almost 6 years old, you're with them since she was a newborn...»

You feel your cheeks getting red, maybe your friend is right but... you can't create fake hopes In your head, this job is the best thing that ever happened to you and you don't want to lose it for those silly feelings.

- I don't think so, he's merely a gentleman. But oh god! It is hard to not love him! He's everything I always wanted, and the little girl... I seriously consider her as my own daughter! God... I'm so in love with Vlad...

Suddenly a gasp interrupts your words, you turn around and see a small figure on the doorframe, your kid has been listening every word you say.

Both are speechless.

«Y/n? Are you still there?»

-I'll call you later, bye.

You put the phone on the bed and walked quickly to the girl who is still surprised about what she heard a few seconds ago. You try to act silly, pretending nothing of that happened and kneel down in front of her.

- Honey, what are you doing awake? It's almost midnight.

- I had a nightmare... Y/n... Is it true? Do you love my daddy?

You shiver, unsure of what to say because there's no sign on the girl's face that can tell you what she's thinking or feeling.

- I... Ummm...

There's an evil smirk on her chubby face and a bright in her eyes that makes you feel afraid and at the same time happy.

- Can we keep it as a secret? I don't want your father to feel uncomfortable with this...

- SO... YOU, INDEED, LOVE MY DADDY!!!!

The princess started to run and jump around the room while you hid your face with your hands, you felt embarrassed and nervous, excited but afraid.

After a few minutes convincing her to keep the secret and taking her back to her bed, Makarov's daughter finally went back to sleep.

The next morning the smell of butter, pancakes and honey woke you up, you looked at the clock on the wall, 9 o'clock, you put on a hoodie and went downstairs as fast as you could to the kitchen and saw Makarov and his daughter cooking pancakes.

There's some fruit and juice on the kitchen's table, also a small bouquet of flowers decorating the table. You're observing everything cautiously when Makarov's voice brings you back to earth.

- Morning, sleepy beauty... Did you sleep well?

He smiled and wink at you, you once again felt your cheeks getting red.

- I'm so sorry, we had a tremendous night full of dreams and nightmares. Sorry, I can finish the pancakes if you wish.

- No, it's ok love, come on, take a seat, do you want some coffee or tea?

- Ahhhh...

Your little kid interrupted you.

- Y/n, look! Daddy made heart shaped pancakes!!!! He loves us a lot!

She smiled mischievously at you, you gasped and pretended to be surprised.

- Oh it's beautiful!! he certainly loves you a lot my sweet girl!

You kissed her forehead and went to the table, the girl followed you and took her seat in the middle, Makarov joined both of you minutes later with two cups of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk for his daughter.

The girl was strangely happy, more than usual, observing you and her father's interaction, Makarov is also acting more sweet and kind than normal, he's talking a little about how his week went, he's more focused on you, there's a different vibe that you can't describe in words, you only know it feels good, so good.

There were a lot of laughs, jokes, compliments and delicious food but by the end of the breakfast Makarov asks his daughter to go upstairs because he needs to talk with you in private.

She doesn't look at you, nods in silence and disappears. Automatically you started to take the dirty dishes and glasses to wash them when Vladimir caught your hand and softly directed you to go back to your chair.

Why do you feel so guilty? Are you in trouble? What kind of game is this? He treats you nicely and then needs to talk to you in private? What is going to happen?

All those questions were running through your mind when he, squeezed your hand, you looked at him and... He was smiling, there's a different vibe in the way he's looking at you, in the way he's holding your hand.

- Are you ok, love?

- Yeah, just... I feel like I'm in trouble. Am I?

He laughed softly and neglected with the head.

- No, you're not, you're fine y/n, but... There's something I recently found out, I was expecting you could help me to confirm this information...

You felt like you were going to pass out at any moment, you weren't sure about what was happening.

- I found out, this morning that... You've been hiding something from me.

- Wh...

- My daughter, has informed me about certain feelings you have for this little family and about your fears about me knowing about this.... And I think it's time to...

You didn't let the poor man finish to talk, you started to explain yourself, you let it all out.

- V... Vladimir I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I thought she was already asleep but she woke up and listened to me on a phone call and... Please don't fire me, you and that precious girl are too important to me, I love you guys, so much and I wouldn't know what to do without you at this point of my life...

You didn't know when you stopped talking, you only felt your mouth crushing against another one, a warm kiss intoxicating your system, while a hand is rubbing your back slowly, without thinking too much about what was happening you let your hands go and take place to the neck and shoulder of Vladimir, the way he kissed you was electric, you felt your body on fire, fireworks in your chest and a strong desire to not end the kiss.

After a while, both separate to take air, you were already missing his lips on yours, he smiled and sighed with some relief.

- I wanted to do that so bad. Y/n, for the moment we met, I started to think about you all the time, you and my daughter became the main reason to stay at home as much as possible, when I'm working I just want to finish and drive home, because I know my daughter is here, because I want to hear her laugh and see your smile, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm on my knees ready to please someone else's desires.

You feel tears filling your eyes and a big smile on your face, you don't have words to express the happiness you're experimenting but luckily Makarov's daughter appears again yelling and running everywhere.

- Daddy loves Y/n, Y/n loves him too! Daddy and y/n are in love, daddy and y/n are in love!

Makarov catches her and hugs her, then he approaches you and kisses your forehead, you return the kiss but on his cheek and kiss his kid's forehead.

More than obvious that all that time she wasn't upstairs, she was all that time listening to her two favorite persons confessing their feelings for each other.

[gliphyartfan]

what if i just want the chain to adopt me instead. What then.

Oh, that’s adorable, and honestly, the Chain would probably go wild with overprotective, dad energy.

You want the Chain to adopt you? Say no more they’re already on it.

Time’s the honorary dad, no questions asked. Time is suddenly 1000% more invested in everything you do, from making sure you’re eating properly to teaching you practical survival skills.

You’ll never get cold in winter again because he’s always sneaking in extra blankets or jackets wherever you’re staying.

He’ll teach you all kinds of self defense techniques, (even if he secretly hopes you’ll never need them.) And every time he leaves for a fight, he gives you a nod that says, ‘Stay safe.’ And maybe a ruffle of the hair too, if he’s feeling soft.

Twilight’s the big brother/father figure you never knew you needed.

He’s in full Dad mode from the get go, making sure you’re comfortable and always within sight. Someone looks at you the wrong way? Twilight’s giving them the death glare.

He’d take you out for horseback rides, teach you about animals, and make sure you can handle yourself in the wilderness. He’s the type to make you a meal with a quiet “Eat up,” before leaning back and watching to make sure you’re getting enough.

With Sky? Prepare for smothering. Sky is constantly checking in, asking if you need anything or if you’re happy.

He’s the warm, doting older brother who treats you like a precious bean who needs constant protection. You want Loftwing rides? Done. Need a shoulder to lean on? He’s already there.

He’ll tell you stories of the sky and legends of heroes, all while making sure you feel loved and looked after. And he’ll probably teach you how to use the Sailcloth too, just in case you ever need it.

Wind’s the fun older brother who’s overjoyed to have a younger sibling. He’ll teach you every trick he knows, from dodging monsters to sneaking extra snacks. He’d love nothing more than to take you out on the seas, showing you the ropes and telling tales of pirates.

He’ll make sure you know how to swing a sword, just in case, of course. And he’d fiercely defend you if anything even remotely threatening came your way.

Wild would immediately start making sure you’re well fed, always handing you extra portions or snacks he’s made. He’ll go all-out teaching you the best ways to cook over a fire, how to navigate by stars, and how to live off the land.

You’d be his priority now, and he’s quietly protective. If anything or anyone hurts you, they’ll find Wild’s calm expression fading into something far more menacing. He’ll go from “wholesome forest brother” to feral forest dad in seconds flat.

Legend would try to play it cool, acting like it’s no big deal that he suddenly cares about you. But underneath his gruff exterior, he’s very protective.

He’ll make sure you know how to handle yourself in a fight and keep a good weapon on you at all times. And he’d give you little trinkets, enchanted rings, and amulets ‘for protection.’ He won’t admit how much he cares, but if someone so much as messes with you, they’re done.

Four would become your unofficial, super-caring big brother. He’d split into his colors sometimes just to entertain you (and play scary big brothers if someone bothers you) , creating little puppet shows or crafting tiny trinkets for you to wear.

He’d be protective but in a quieter way, always watching out for you and making sure you’re safe. He’ll share tales of adventure and give you all kinds of tools and advice to make sure you can handle yourself. And if anything dares to hurt you, he’s not above going full Four Swords on them.

Hyrule would be like an adventurous older sibling, always ready to take you on some magical journey. (Said magical journeys are just wandering the forests and inevitably getting lost.)

He’d teach you all kinds of survival techniques, but he’s also likely to enchant a few items ( just for you, so you’re extra protected.

He’s protective but gentle, always worried about your safety, and he’d go to any length to keep you from harm. If something ever goes wrong, he’ll unleash every spell and potion in his arsenal to make it right.

Warriors would become your bodyguard/big brother figure (or uncle), always looking out for you and making sure you’re comfortable and safe.

He’d teach you combat techniques and make sure you could handle yourself in a fight, but he’d also keep a close eye on anyone who dared to come too close. They’d better have the best of intentions, or they’ll have to answer to him. He’s fiercely protective, and if anyone dares to mess with you, they’re going to regret it.

All together? Overprotective squad goals. You’d never have to worry about being unsafe or unprotected ever again. They’d each take their turns watching over you, making sure you’re eating enough, learning self defense (let’s face it, they’d all chip on and teach you) , and always having someone nearby if you needed it. It’s basically having nine versions of the most protective older brother/father figure you can imagine.

And gods help anyone who dares to so much as annoy you, because the Chain doesn’t take kindly to anyone hurting their little family member.

[munchize]

for this specific scene, i couldn’t help but think this is the 1st time sakura has smiled/laughed EVER in his life. i think maybe he did when he was younger ( to try to be more approachable with others) but it didn’t work, then he learned to shut people out & expect the worst reactions of ppl bc of his appearance. i feel like sakura being able to smile like this is his way of opening up & letting himself finally be accepted in Furin & understands that he’s safe where he is. if i were to guess, i assume his life must be pretty shitty in the past due to him not knowing some things (ex: holding a spoon/chopsticks properly) he may not understand those basics, but his emotional intelligence is pretty high. and i think the reason why he’s so “innocent” in a way is because deep down he’s always been hoping to fit in, to belong somewhere. truthfully if sakura had such a horrible past, he had ever right to be a villain, but he still has a kind gentle heart & i think it’s bc sakura genuinely doesn’t want to hurt ppl no matter how much others hurt him, all he wanted was to be accepted & loved. what i am trying to say, sakura is a the most precious bean/child who needs to be protected! 😤

(this is my delulu, but i think sakura went to makochi in order to not be judged bc of the rumors of how it was there, although his goal was to be the top, i think it was also his escape in the world too, deep down i think sakura went to makochi to “belong” [meaning he thinks being in a town of delinquent/ppl called trash was where he belong] bc of how ppl viewed him was the same as how the town makochi was known for delinquents)

that’s my rant 👋

[crimeronan]

Oh, the great maker of trauma for the beans that are part of Princess Luz Au, heed my query and answer me:

Did Luz get any big bad evil guy energy or skill from being raised by the waste of space previously known as Belos?

I mean as we all know Luz is a precious bean, but I think she deserves to be a little evil towards bad people, like I assume that Hunter is already planning how to murder (or worse) Amity's parents, even if he isn't fully aware of it/is in denial that he is planning the horrors on the for making Amity, but I stay with me for a moment and imagine the verified cinnamon roll Luz Noceda Wittebane putting the fear of Titan into Odalia after learning that she abused Amity.

Also, her snapping out of it after Odalia faints out of fear (and pain), and panicking that she is just like below only for her parteners to be like, 'nooo~ it was hot normal and perfectly sane thing to do'.

this answer Might be disappointing in some ways, mainly: i don't Think luz would be physically violent with them without provocation, and i also don't think she's likely to lose emotional control around them. she'd want to be just as poised around amity's parents as she always was around belos and always is around the coven heads.

HOWEVER. as for the questions of "does luz know how to be scary" and "did she learn that from belos": UNEQUIVOCAL yes. to both.

i've been wanting to play with luz in this space with amity's parents for A While, actually, so. have a little fic :)

-

"Oh, Amity is my pride and joy," Odalia says, placing a hand over her heart. "I taught her everything she knows."

"Yes, I did get that impression." The Empress smiles, rising to her feet. "It's incredible how much she's accomplished in spite of you."

Odalia's breath catches around a shocked, bitten-down laugh. "Your Majesty, begging your pardon, I believe you meant 'because of-'"

"In spite of," Luz repeats, very firmly. "It's fortunate that Lilith Clawthorne has taken such an interest in her wellbeing."

Odalia's smile doesn't waver, but it does remain frozen for several seconds before she says, "I suppose Amity feels the need to invent an adversary. Some great trial she overcame to earn her place here. It's understandable. Children often lack the foundation to understand the sacrifices their parents make. She had a very privileged upbringing."

"Amity has never spoken unkindly of either of you," Luz says, although this she seems to mean more for Alador, whose face may give more away.

She steps lightly down the stairs from the throne, joining the pair of them on the ground. "Amity rarely speaks of either of you at all, actually. That isn't why I've called you here."

Odalia's voice turns cool, corporate. "Then how can we help you, Your Majesty?"

"Did you know that Blight Industries has a higher rate of workplace accidents than..." Luz slides a folder out of her tunic, flips it open, and raises her eyebrows. "...any other company on the Isles?"

This time, Odalia's laugh covers something else. "That's - that's preposterous. Our workplace safety records are excellent. Why, we haven't needed a single intervention by the Healing Coven in... oh, is it three years?" She taps the side of her mouth, frowning. "Four? Five?"

"That's fascinating," Luz says. "Not even for a scrape?"

"Abrasions heal quite well by themselves, given time."

"Absolutely fascinating," Luz repeats. "Did you know that it's illegal to purposefully deny people healing services?"

Odalia scoffs, incredulous. "For scrapes?"

"I know," Luz says pleasantly, "I was surprised, too. There are a lot of laws like that, it turns out. Text on paper that hasn't been enforced in half a century. From what I understand, this one is a holdover from early Empire anxieties. People were terribly worried about not having access to personal healing magic anymore. So healing services had to be protected."

Odalia's smile has become more teeth than pleasantry. "What a fun little history lesson. I'm sure you know all sorts of facts about the early Empire."

"It turns out that it's very easy to put laws in writing," Luz says, "without the intention to enforce them. My father, may the Titan bless him, had precious little interest in the rights of individuals to be seen by healers. But this isn't his Empire anymore. And I find the topic just captivating."

Odalia has stopped trying to hide her impatience, now. "So you'll fine us for not having healers on hand to wave away every little paper cut. That's fine. I apologize for the oversight. We'll settle up and make sure that going forward-"

"Mr. Blight," Luz says, ignoring Odalia entirely, "would you kindly remove your gloves for me?"

Alador startles.

Odalia doesn't glance at him. Her eyes are fixed unblinking on Luz. She speaks through her teeth, nearly a hiss. "Don't feel compelled to do that, dear."

"I assure you, I can compel him to do that," Luz says. Then, in a tone that would almost pass for apologetic if it wasn't so practiced, "I am sorry to compel it of you. I try not to compel my subjects very often. But if you find it difficult to remove your gloves, my scouts would be happy to assist you."

The scouts around the base of the throne don't move. Odalia's eyes slide uneasily over them anyway.

"That won't be necessary," Alador says, speaking for the first time. He pulls the gloves off without fanfare, holding up his hands.

Half of his left ring finger and pinky are conspicuously missing.

If Luz is uncomfortable with this revelation, she sure isn't showing it. "Oh, that's so interesting," she says, leaning forward to get a closer look. "The Healing Coven keeps meticulous records, and I'm certain a partial amputation was never reported to them. You were born with all five fingers, yes? I'm sure Amity will attest to that."

"This was from an accident in my personal lab," Alador says, with the mechanical precision of something rehearsed. "The severed digits were not... salvageable."

"It's so amazing that you were able to make that determination," Luz says, "without even needing to consult the Healing Coven. You must be a very proficient magician."

Alador blinks.

"Regardless," Odalia interrupts, "it happened outside of Blight Industries. The company isn't liable. You haven't 'gotten' us."

"Do you ever test Blight Industries products in your personal lab, Mr. Blight?"

"Prototypes," he says.

Odalia makes a sharp, exasperated gesture. "Alador!"

"That seems like company business to me," Luz says, still pleasant, still conversational. "Now, I will be fully transparent, before you accuse me of anything with regards to prejudice - it is true that I hate you both. It is true that I've hated you both for a while now. If you feel like I'm targeting you because I hate you, then you're very astute."

Odalia's fingers twitch, threatening to curl into fists.

Luz continues, "However, it's also true that there is no bias where my judgment is concerned. Not legally, anyway. So it doesn't matter whether I hate you or not. Whatever I decide to do with you is the Titan's will. Government is amazing."

Odalia exhales sharply.

When Luz doesn't waver, she shakes her head. For the first time, her voice cracks - properly cracks. There's a tiny tremble in her hands.

"Amity won't forgive you if anything happens to us," she says - but there's no bravado, no power, only pathetic uncertainty. "Regardless of any... petty grievances she may harbor. Family is everything to a Blight. She won't forgive this."

"I know that," Luz says. "I promise, I have no intention of doing Amity any unkindness. It's not her fault you two have chosen to be what you are."

Another sharp exhale. Odalia's breathing is ragged, audible. She's clearly not a woman accustomed to fearing for her own safety.

"That's fantastic news!" she chirps.

Luz's smile is beatific, magnanimous. The serene expression of someone who's never questioned the divine right of kings.

"Unfortunately, I'm not wholly opposed to doing an unkindness," she says, "if we can't seem to reach an agreement. It's really up to you how this goes."

She looks from Odalia to Alador and back, tilting her head.

"So. How badly do both of you want to live?"

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Schnee's video "The Deeper Meaning of Loser Baby" is by far the BEST Hazbin Hotel analysis I've ever seen. Literally. Perfectly pointed, edited and EXTREMELY empathetic. Like. For real. It clearly shows how media literate and sympathetic the author is. He analysed Angel's behaviour, his trauma, how realistic it is, how well written Angel and his whole arc is, analysed why and how Husk was able to help Angel when Charlie wasn't... omg, it's so much better than any anti bullshit trying to explain why "Angel is a bad victim actually, hypersexual and unperfect? Nhaaa you're unvalid actually yeah sorry" to validate their own hate boner against Viv. Seriously, what a fucking perfect video. I recommend anyone of watching it, even haters, so they can see how blind and ignorant they truly are.

Thanks for sharing!

I did really like how non-judgmental Schnee's video was. I do occasionally watch videos made by Hazbin haters - because I want to give the other side a fair hearing, and expose myself to different views so I'm not just in an echo chamber - and one of the things I'm struck by is how many of them drift away from talking about the cartoon to pass judgement on the fans. "I don't understand how anyone can like these characters!" "Y'all have been gaslit into thinking this is good writing!" "Everyone has such bad takes, as evidenced by this single comment that only one person said which I'm now going to rant about!" That sort of thing.

Schnee's video was different. It didn't poke fun at the fans of the cartoon (probably because it was made by a fan). It instead kept its focus on the story - what Angel goes through, and how impactful that is, and how Angel's arc fits into the wider themes of Hazbin Hotel. And the whole thing was really well-scripted and well-edited.

Another thing I liked about Schnee's video was the fact that it wasn't laser-focused on Angel's character flaws, which it seems a lot of anti-Angel videos are. They focus too much on how he was harassing Husk in the earlier episodes, and don't acknowledge the fact that he changed and stopped doing that in the later episodes.

I even saw one video that was criticising the Huskerdust ship saying, "Be mad at me for saying this all you want, but I'm sorry, does Angel even really deserve Husk at this point?" When I heard that, my jaw dropped. What do you mean, Angel doesn't deserve Husk? Yes, he has a bad coping mechanism that hurts others, but does that really make him totally unworthy of love? Can he not be loved as he is and then helped to change?

And what does that say about Husk? That quote makes it sound like Husk is better than Angel and that Angel would drag him down, like Husk is some perfect precious uwu smol bean who needs to be protected from the big bad spider demon. My fellow human being, Husk is a former Overlord. He owned souls and gambled with them and didn't care until his own power was threatened. But I don't see anyone arguing that Husk doesn't deserve Angel because of that!

Why is Angel getting all this ire? Why is he the launcher of a thousand discourse posts and not, I don't know, Valentino, his abuser? That very same video also mentioned Staticmoth, and all it said about that ship was, "I just don't feel comfortable shipping a sex abuser with someone" - and that was it! Valentino has done so much worse than Angel, but he was quickly dismissed in that one comment, whereas Angel got three minutes in this video (plus multiple other videos by the same person) trashing him in an angry tone of voice with F-bombs aplenty! It's disproportionate!

(deep breath)

Wow, that was a doozy of a tangent!

That's the trouble with watching videos by Hazbin haters: you run the risk of hearing something that boils your blood. So it's really refreshing to find videos that aren't just criticising Angel endlessly, but treat his story with the respect such topics deserve.

I feel that not enough people recognise Angel's positive traits either. Such as his willingness to assist people even if they've hurt him in the past. Or his bravery in standing up for others. Angel's got a good heart deep down! It just takes a bit of work to help him show it.

[hetalian-veteran]

How about Iceland for the bingo thing? Thanks.

I love this boy so much! And as the youngest in my family, I relate. I also love how he's a teenager stuck in a perpetual emo phase, yet he still dresses like an old man. He is a precious bean that must be protected and desperately needs more screentime! (That last sentiment is one that I share with the rest of the Nordics. All of them are huge comfort characters for me). <3

[green-crow]

Needed a bit of a distraction and tried to write a short thing from a random prompt. Not my best work but wanted to share it anyway! Prompt pulled from @creativepromptsforwriting

Prompt #796

“Being on the run from both criminal organisations and law enforcement at the same time, was not what they expected to happen today.”

Crow knew she was fucked. Very much fucked, actually. Running away from Drago’s men after a tiny misunderstanding that may or may not have been a scam? Easy, she could manage that with no issue. Those guys were not the brightest; good at throwing a lasso and wrangling some wild horses, not so much at resisting her charms and keeping their gold and precious information to themselves. Her regular move would have been to lay low for a while, maybe stay in some random town for a few days, work at the local tavern and try her luck at the cards while her persecutors forget all about her and find another person to hunt down. The problem was that the sheriffs of the nearby towns were also looking for her. Unfortunately for her, robbing a bank while drunk and then escaping from jail was not really a favoured activity by law enforcement officers. So not only did she have a reward on her head once again, but she also couldn’t spend all that gold she just got or brag about it with fellow crooks. Great.

With a sigh, the bandit urged her horse along the vague dirt trail ahead, only dessert and the occasional rock visible on the horizon. Honestly, she had no idea where she was going or how long she’d have to wait things out, but she knew she couldn’t keep running for much longer. Boreas was tired; she could tell even if her horse had yet to complain, and their water supply was dwindling. To make matters worse, she had sent Pebbles flying up ahead to scout for any kind of water source nearby, to no avail. The small corvid was probably the weakest of the trio, so she had tucked him away in her pouch so he could at least rest from the punishing sun hitting his black plumage. And what a sun it was. Even Crow’s hat did little to protect her from the unforgiving heat; at this rate, she knew she’d dehydrate sooner rather than later. “At least if we die, our ghosts will be as rich as they come”, the bandit muttered with a wry smile as she cracked her neck, stiff from riding for so long. Boreas let out a huff, probably of resignation, but pressed on.

Things were not any better by the time the moon was up. 

She wasn’t sure how, but a handful of Drago’s men had managed to track her down. Now, not only was she thirsty and tired, but she was also hurt; one of their bullets had grazed her shoulder. Thankfully, she managed to avoid them and ran away, but narrowly. Crow’s frown only deepened as she pondered on it. To think that she, a skilled bandit had been tracked down and surprised… Her shoulder wasn’t the only thing hurt after that encounter. 

To make matters worse, Boreas was about to collapse, and her wound needed some tending to if she wanted to avoid infections. She had had enough of those. Her wound could wait; Crow was used to walking around with a limp or a messed up arm after a big fight, and it had been her fault for being so reckless anyway, but her horse? The Clydesdale had been walking and galloping, not to mention even fighting off some bandits. She shook her head. They had to stop and fast. So, as soon as she caught a glimpse of a small rock formation that could act as shelter for the night, she guided her horse in that direction and got ready for a night of barely resting in case any of her “friends” decided to pay her a visit. 

A poorly heated can of baked beans later, Boreas and Pebbles were sleeping the night away as Crow rekindled the fire again. Nights could be dangerously cold out there, even in summer, and she didn’t feel like adding a cold to her ailments. She grabbed a stick and stoked the fire, her left shoulder complaining with a jolt of pain. The wound was deeper than she had anticipated, and she was starting to think maybe some stitches were needed. With a sigh, she grabbed her old flask of whiskey and took a sip. “One for pleasure, one for business”, she closed her eyes and poured some on her wound, immediately regretting the action as the open cut seemed to burn at the smallest of contacts with the liquid. The bandit bit her lower lip and closed her free hand into a fist, trying to quiet down any sounds coming from her mouth. “Bloody-! It ain’t enough to suffer wasting perfectly fine whiskey like this, it also gotta hurt? Give me a break” she grunted as she tried to clean her wound. At least if she could go to a tavern, get drunk and maybe find a pretty girl or handsome guy to spend the night with, the wound would hurt far less. But here she was sober, tired, and cold, that cut was all she could focus on. Well, that and those weird faint noises coming her way. 

The bandit let go of her flask to instead grab her gun out of sheer instinct, and slowly made her way to one of the bigger boulders to use as cover. They were sounds of hooves, no doubt, but there was something else. A… wagon? Drago’s men wouldn’t be looking for her with that; too much of a hassle for just a lone bandit like her, and neither would the sheriffs. Curious, she peeked into the darkness, guided merely by those unexpected sounds. Crow couldn’t help but feel even more intrigued as she made out six figures on the trail, each on a different horse and with two pulling from a wagon. She couldn’t make out the finer details, yet she could tell they were some common folk, not bandits. Folks who, to her delight, didn’t seem too alert, instead chatting the night away. Guessing by the sound and movement, the wagon appeared to be loaded, or at least not empty, which meant supplies and supplies meant water, food, and possibly all she needed to patch herself up, not to mention extra stuff in case he had to stay hidden for a bit longer than expected. 

With a greedy grin, Crow’s gears started turning, and suddenly, things didn’t look so bleak anymore. She whistled, a short command that made her horse open an eye and glance her way, not too happy about getting his sleep interrupted. “Bor-bor, I think we’ve hit the jackpot”, the bandit announced cheerfully as she grabbed some dirt and spread it over her clothes and face. For a good scam, she needed to look the part, after all. Damsel in distress would do. The horse neighed, not too interested, but got up anyway. Pebbles was startled by the sudden movement and flew to Crow’s shoulder for comfort. The bandit happily indulged the little corvid by scratching his head. “Let’s put on a show and scam some innocents, shall we boys?”

[phregnancy]

RANT 🤯: people are starting to say princess-ifying phil is just like the old Innocent Cinnamon Roll narrative but I personally disagree… likeeee the thing about innocent smol bean is that it was assuming that phil was precious and pure (example: that he would never swear) but with the princess thing I think most of us are aware he is a 37 year old man with many life experiences BUT that we can have fun with the passenger princess shit and I think, so can he. I mean anything can get annoying in large doses, that I understand, but just because someone captions a cute picture of him sticking out his tongue with “precious baby angel” (a reference to the shirt that HE bought and wore) it doesn’t mean that we think he’s a dumb dumb with no substance. It’s also a bit overdue I think now that we’ve all escaped the “daddy dom phil protects innocent baby dan” stuff (for the most part) - and no one ever “calls anyone out” over captioning a picture of dan with “pretty princess” “my girl” or “my wife.” Soooo yah. sorry for dropping all this in your inbox specifically LMFAO

LOL i literally have a draft on this exact topic thank you for sharing!! i fully agree, and i also think it’s important to note that the group who innocent cinnamon roll smol bean (🤮🤮) -ified him were not the majority. they were annoying and loud and they’d get into arguments with the daddy dom phil people (who were equally as annoying imo) but they weren’t the majority. there was only like one or two popular phannies who encouraged that, while a lot of the other popular phannies were Dom Daddy Phil dannies lmao. not that it matters but it has always bugged me that people in recent years have made it out to seem like everyone was infantilizing phil when that wasn’t the case. ANYWAY it very much isn’t the same thing, just about everyone acknowledges that phil isn’t some clueless airhead innocent baby - he is a 37 y/o man who makes jokes about needing a good top and getting fucked by halloween monsters. being a princess doesn’t mean he’s innocent, it’s about being precious and catered to - which he is. they play into this, precious baby angel shirts and dan calling phil an angel and dan calling him a princess numerous times. people need to stop projecting emotions when we can take their actions and words as-is. dan calls phil a princess, phil giggles about it. it is not that deep!

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

Who is the best throne/steed? Is it Zack because he's fun? Is it Sephiroth because he's tall? Genesis because he's warm? Angeal because he makes TCD feel safe?

Does TCD get motion sickness while aboard?

❤️🍤🦐🐉🐲

Ah, yes, Thrones/Steeds! There are PRos and Cons to each, so it's hard for TCD to decide.

Zack would absolutely be the favorite. It's not that TCD doesn't love his subjects equally, it's just that Zack is the one he's the most familiar with. He makes and excellent throne/steed, as he's always doing something fun (playing pranks on Sephiroth). He's also cozy. He smells like comfort and sleep, and is great to nap on!

Angeal is the Military Grade Helicopter Mom. TCD is a precious bean that needs to be protected and pampered. This throne/steed offers the highest level of comfort and luxury. It's not as fun of exciting as Zack, but the extra attentiveness is top notch! TCD can nap anywhere with Angeal. He makes him feel safe and relaxed (the nap time massage and soft blankie are divine!)

Sephiroth is the throne/steed TCD goes for when he wants to properly survey his kingdom. The man is Tol! TCD can see for miles! Sephiroth is also the one who spoils him the most and is the most protective. If you wrong TCD in any way, the man will come unhinged. Cloud naps on him occasionally because knows Sephiroth will not allow anyone to disturb him.

Genesis is the throne/steed that TCD chooses when he wants to be adventurous. Genesis is the Fun Drunk Aunt (who will claim not to know you if you get caught). He's also stylishly upholstered in the finest red leather with a built in heater. The man is a walking seat warmer. Truly a throne fit for a Tiny King!

Tiny Cloud dragon does experience motion sickness. It usually happens with:

Zack because he's almost constantly moving. He hardly sits down! He's always on the move, mostly frantically running from the Consequences of a prank.

Sephiroth because he's so tall. The man TOWERS, and sometimes the combination of height and motion is a bad combination for a tiny dragon king.

Genesis because he has to do everything with flamboyance. He's the king of drama queens. The motion sickness usually occurs when he flounces out of the room. The man can flounce better than a rubber ball on concrete.

[prettybbychim]

bruh navia digging into neuvillette and calling him heartless and apathetic..just for it to start raining when they leave

MY HEART it hurts

i’ve liked navia so far but this interaction made me love her even more. demand answers, don’t tolerate inaction, especially from those with authority and resources to do something about it

navia my new babygirl

i also really feel for neuvillette man :< as someone who doesn’t express feelings well or keeps them hidden, i getchu my boy 🥺 it’s something he might’ve needed to hear but it still does hurt…to be scorned for things you can’t control about yourself or for things you do to protect yourself. sometimes it’s harmful to those around you and someone needs to intervene…so that you can see and acknowledge the issues and work towards changing for the better

from navia’s perspective..hell yes you tell him babygirl fuck him up

from neuvillette’s perspective, sweet little precious bean im sorry she hurt you so

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[18.20]

― pairing : Jeongin x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, reader has a corruption kink, Jeongin is a nerd super shy small bean we all must protect, reader was Chris’ fwb ― word count : 2.232

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Jeongin waved goodbye at his girl-friend, right in front of the school gates. He held his books with one arm, and his smile was gentle, happy and wide. His hair was long and wavy; some strands of the bangs fell into his eyes sometimes, reason why his hair was always a little bit ruffled. In addition, his big, round glasses constantly sliding off his nose provided to make him appear even cuter, especially when he fixed them using his index finger – or during classes, with his pen. Damn him and his oversized light blue sweater which made him appear even smaller- «Please, stop.» Jisung’ voice made you snap out of your thoughts. «Mh?» you questioned, turning your head towards him and the others, with dreamy eyes. «Oh no, she’s doing it again.» Seungmin said, quickly getting up from the small cement wall where you all were seated. «Yeah, it’s scary.» Minho answered him, looking anywhere but carefully avoiding meeting your gaze. «What?» you asked, confused, looking at your friends. «What am I doing?» «Listen, doll. You… How can I say that…» Changbin sighed heavily, holding the bridge of his nose between his index and his thumb, closing his eyes as to find the words he needed, while you patiently waited for an answer with furrowed brows. «You’re looking at the poor boy like you want to eat him.» Felix completed his friend’s sentence, and Changbin nodded, silently agreeing with him. «I don’t loo-» «Yes, you do!» somehow, they all managed to say in perfect synchronization, making you gasp in shock, quickly placing a hand on your heart. First of all, how dare they lie like that and most importantly, steal precious time from your “Let’s stare at Jeongin and imagine to taint his soul by fantasies about him whining in pleasure under my control” sessions? «Well, it’s not my fault Jeongin looks like a perfect babyboy.» you licked your lips to emphasize the concept, turning your head to said boy, only to blush faintly as his eyes momentarily locked with yours. “He must have heard these idiots screaming”, you thought. 

«See! She did that again!» Hyunjin exclaimed, holding onto Jisung’s arm as he blowed out a puff of smoke. Jisung chuckled quietly, along with Chris. «I suppose we could go to the library,» Chris smiled teasingly, as he took his car keys from his jacket. «And see if under the name “succubus” there’s a picture of her face.» You restrained from the instinct to throw your backpack at him. «Yo, Mr. Australian mate,» you said, quickly getting up from the wall and slightly patting on your ass to get rid of eventual traces of cement that stuck on the fabric of your jeans. «If we’re going to the library, you’d better fuck me in the history section, or else I’m not interested.» Needless to say, later that afternoon, Chan fucked you in the history section, your back pressed against the shelves and a hand tightly pressed against your mouth.

You absolutely loved your relationship with Stray Kids. Among the group of Pink Ladies, you were the only one who got along with them the most; actually, they basically considered you one of them, more like their Pink. You also really loved your relationship with Chris: the two of you loved each other in a friendly way at the point where you could really hold a friends with benefits relationship without catching feelings for each other. It was purely physical attraction, and the fact that you had many kinks in common made it easier to have fun and release your pent up stress and frustration due to school. Another thing the two of you had in common was, apparently, your corruption kink. Both you and Chris had a massive crush on two of the most pure souls in the college campus. If you had a massive crush on Jeongin, Chris had a huge crush on his cute girl-friend which always hanged around with him. «Look at her,» Chris elbowed you one day, during lunch. «She scrunches her nose when she doesn’t like her food, she’s so cute!» «Look at him,» you answered back immediately. «His sweater is so big he has sweater paws, he’s adorable!» The both of you would spend the majority of your lunches like that, ignoring your friends muttering how weird the two of you actually looked. «You know they’re literally two tables away from ours,» Jisung pointed his fork at you, «and you could literally talk to them, right?» Chris shook his head, and you did the same. «Han, look at me, and then at him,» you sighed loudly, staring at Jeongin, «He’d never want to have anything to do with me» you finally adverted your eyes from the boy, focusing on your food once again. Oh, if only you knew that both Jeongin and his friend actually heard the whole conversation that you and your friends just had, and that they both had a crush on the two of you, too.

«Uhm, sorry! Wait!» you froze in the middle of the hallways, recognizing that voice. You turned around, as slowly as a deer blinded by sudden lights, only to face Jeongin, in all his pureness, standing in front of you. «Y-Yes?» you said, your heart picking up pace just by seeing his cute and embarrassed smile. «Hi, well, you drop-I’m Jeongin!» he greeted, a cute mixture between shy and cheerful, holding his hands out for you to hold, while a faint blush covered his cheeks. You smiled as well, trying not to squeal at the cuteness of his sweater paws, and simply held his hand as you greeted him, introducing yourself as well. «You-You dropped this.» Jeongin said, holding out your keychain. «I thought you’d be sad if you didn’t find it anymore.» he shyly explained, as he placed the small keychain in the palm of your hand. «Thank you, Jeongin. You’re really sweet.» “babyboy”, you mentally added. Jeongin’s cheeks were now a deep shade of red, and you wondered that if you were to kiss his cheek now, you would feel your lips burn due to how undoubtedly warm his skin was. Curiosity had the best of you, and you reached out, pecking Jeongin’s left cheek: his skin was indeed super warm, but also super soft. You could smell the faint scent of shampoo that still lingered on his hair, making you want to ruffle it as well, but you restrained yourself. The transaction between Jeongin’s shocked expression right before erupting into a wide grin was absolutely priceless, and you were more than happy to be the one that caused it. «I’ll see you around then, Jeongin.» you winked at him, before walking away; as soon as you were out of Jeongin’s sight, you excitedly sprinted towards the parking lot, knowing you’d find the boys there, in order to tell them what happened. What you saw as soon as you reached there, however, made you suffocate an even more excited squeal down your throat. Chris was kissing the girl he had a crush on – Jeongin’s friend, as he pushed her against his car, her back turned towards your direction. Fate wanted Chris to open his eyes and meet your gaze, and you instinctively held your thumbs out, silently cheering for him and showing him your support. As quickly as you arrived, you turned on your heels, deciding you would call him later to tell him what happened with Jeongin.

«I can’t believe you finally made it!» you exclaimed, holding your pillow as you watched Chris sit next to you on your couch. «I’m so happy!» Three weeks passed since you saw them in the parking lot, and with everyone’s surprise, Chris and the girl become a couple rather quickly, making you the happiest friend in the world. Needless to say, as soon as you saw them kissing, the both of you instantly interrupted your friends with benefits relationship. «Now, we only need you to settle down with your crush.» Chris shrugged, playing with the zippo lighter in his hands. «I don’t think he likes me.» you sighed, holding your pillow even tighter to your frame. «We finally talk and we sat at together at the library to study together, but,» you plopped back on your bed, staring at the ceiling with a dejected expression. «I’ve slept around a bit too much for him to be interested in me.» Chris’ unexpected laughter interrupted your speech, and you threw your pillow at him, without sparing him a glance. This was your self-pity time; he had no right to laugh at your misery. «Doll, you’re saying this but half an hour ago you told me you’d love to see him tied up to your bedpost,» Chris said, slowly lying next to you as he sustained his weight with his bent elbow and his head on the palm of his head. «Chris, don’t.» you warned. «All needy and whiny, asking for mo-» the squeal that escaped your lips made Chris laugh even more at you, which were now shifting on your bed like a fish out of water. «I want him so much.» you whined, hiding your face in another pillow, «And he’s so cute and funny!» you added. «Chris.» you said, lifting your head to look at your blonde friend, which was looking at you with an amused smile. «I want to have sex with him and hold his hand and date him and taint his pure babyboy essence.» «So?» Chris shrugged. «So,» you mocked his tone. «I’m in danger.» Chris did not answer, but simply rolled his eyes at you, before hitting you with the pillow that you previously threw at him.

Few days later, you spotted Chris and Jeongin sitting on a bench while talking, but you did not give that interaction too much importance.

Neither Chris, his girlfriend and Jeongin showed up at school for a week, no one among your friends knew why. You could have suspicion about why a couple could skip school for a week, but, Jeongin? You and your friends decided to have another extra meeting at the Frosty Palace, so you could have dinner while elaborating new theories. After all, few years ago there had been a mysterious incident revolving around aliens not too far from your hometown, what if they kidnapped the three of them? «Han, what if something happened?» you sat with your back towards the entrance door of the Diner, so you didn’t mind anytime the bell rang, signalling new customers had arrived. «Jeongin doesn’t skip school, he’s-well, he’s Jeongin!» you added, furrowing your brows and nodding to empathise the concept. You did not have time to question why Han’s eyes widened at the point they were basically the size of a pan, when you felt someone sitting next to you on the red leather couch. As you saw an arm snake around your shoulders, you instantly assumed it was Chris, but something was different. Did he change his cologne? «Hi, doll.» Jeongin’s voice said, a little bit too cheerful to sound seductive. “Wait, Jeongin?” you thought, before turning your head at the speed of light. Jeongin was sitting next to you, his arm around your waist, but he looked like a totally different person: his glasses were nowhere to be seen, his hair was nicely brushed back and fixed with grease, he wore a leather jacket and a black shirt, and high waisted jeans. «I-wha-Hi.» you stuttered, eyes locking with Chris, who was standing behind him with a smug grin, affectionately hugging his girlfriend. «Consider this as an early birthday present.» your friend say, winking at you , before sitting with you and the others. «What’s with the new look?» you asked Jeongin as soon as the others started talking about random, uninteresting topics and the two of you could talk. Jeongin smiled, now his hands were resting on his lap as he timidly played with his fingers. «I’ve liked you for a while,» he explained, «I saw Chris and my friend getting together and I asked him for some advice.» You felt your head spin as your breath hitched. Jeongin had a crush on you? Since when? When did the planets align to grant your wish? «I have a crush on you too, but,» you smiled, reaching out to take his hand, intertwining your fingers. «I want it to be clear that I like you regardless of how you look like.» Jeongin’s cheeks flushed red once again, before nodding cutely. «I know.» «Good boy.» you whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, before turning your attention on your milkshake. «Do you want to go to my house? So we can hang out?» Jeongin’s question surprised you, making you almost choke on the sip of milkshake you just drank. Without thinking about it twice, you said goodbye to the others in a very rushed way, as you leaded a blushing and giggling Jeongin out of the Frosty Palace by holding his hand. «Have mercy on the poor boy!» Changbin called out, and you glanced back at Jeongin, which shrugged, before winking at you. “This babyboy is going to be the death of me”, you smiled to yourself, as he suddenly  escaped your hold just to drape his hand around your shoulder, kissing your hair as you kept walking.

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Ooc: here's the bitch that y'all's precious little Marble has been simping over, and no it's not the opossum that's the gay third wheel

YEAAA THAT'S RIGHT YOU'RE PRECIOUS LITTLE BABIES HAS FALLEN FOR A NEON GOTH POODLE, HEHEHEHEGHEEHEHEHEHE HACK HACK fuck my throat :[

Anywho info dump the two characters under cut :3

First let's do the Goth Poodle, aka Mithra

BackStory: She was born into a family, more specifically, into a family of famous show poodles. Unfortunately, her family was a bunch of incredibly selfish poodles before who literally only gave birth to her so they can get a two colored poodle, it's like poodle usually only bread to be used in dog shows. Since Mithra is the your belly is type chains up going against your parents wants of her going into a dog show, becoming the Goth Poodle we know today!

Design details: she has specifically shaved off most of her fur to make it harder to tell if she's a two-toned poodle. She wears a off beans Pokemon shirt (more about this later). She wears plaid pants with strips of duck tape on it, she's had also doodle little hearts on the duct tape. She where's red contacts to hide her bright blue eyes. She has (mostly) straightened out her hair to once again make it harder to tell her that she is in fact a poodle!

Personality: Gloomy, surprisingly nice and sweet, parental type, chill, calm, likes dark humor, surprisingly strong, stands up for others and herself, a secret nerd for Pokemon and magic, lovable, cuddly, sharp as a blade, and fast.

Extra info: She is a beginner necromancer, she present racing the dead or anything but she does often speak to ghosts. She's actually mastered all the smallest points of magic such as teleportation, she also knows basic runes. She absolutely LOVES Swoobat, aka this little guy! This is actually the pokémon on her off brand shirt!

She refuses to do any dog shows as she believes it is useless and selfish. Her parents ignore her, pretending like she doesn't even exist, so she mainly stays out of the house instead opting to explore the tower with her bestie. She lives of the 3rd floor of the tower.

Aight now let's get the the opossum aka Cement!

BackStory: he doesn't really love worship for the fact that he is the first and only friend of Mithra.

Design details: I decided to make his design a lot simpler compared to Mithra and she really doesn't need all that many details to bring his design together. His baseball cap is backwards! He is very very furry, leading the a huge puff of fur at his chest and head.

Personality: chaotic, noisey, loud, chatty, annoying, often getting in trouble, has gone to juvie once, kinda gullible, often like flirting with girls even tho he's gay, would be besties with The Noise if they ever met, hate the fuzz (police).

Extra info: He is the younger brother of Brick. He's inspired by Derry from The outsiders (a book I'm reading in class). Rick often gets him in trouble for getting in trouble in the first place, it never works/helps.... He like to throw rocks through Windows of abandoned buildings, this is why he went to juvie, cus he through a rock thro a protected building. The only one able to keep him under control is Mithra. Mithra has a leash in her pocket at all times in case Cement gets too out of control..... Although he may seem annoying he is actually really nice and sweet once you get to know him

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