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eveomo · 13 days ago

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bounties and blessings - arthur morgan x f!reader

chapter 3 (SFW)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ synopsis : after meeting a seemingly dangerous yet kind outlaw during a bounty, your world seems to get turned upside down after you can't seem to stop running into each other. could this be the beginning of something you've both been longing for?

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ warnings/tags : MINORS MAY INTERACT WITH SFW CHAPTERS (NSFW WILL BE TAGGED), depictions of violence, arguments, angst, eventual smut, unprotected piv sex, guns, gun violence, swearing, mutual pining, strangers to lovers, soft arthur, animal death, PTSD, mentions/depictions of abuse, attempted SA (very brief and non descriptive and for plot purposes only), NO PREGNANCY, NO BABIES, MC isnt a frail weak girl who constantly needs saving, often grammatically incorrect (probably)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ contains : arthur morgan x f!reader, no use of y/n, reader changes the plot for the better

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ wc : 3.8k

You awoke to the sound of rain hitting the window panes of the hotel room you had gotten for the night. The clouds hung low, clinging to the mountains like a nervous child clings to their mother. Whatever light shone through the clouds was directly in your eyes, and you let out a groan of irritation at the intrusion. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up, placing your sore feet on the ground before running your hand through your tangled hair and deciding you needed a bath—badly.

After putting your boots back on, you headed for the front desk and placed some coins on the counter. The clerk directed you to the bathing room, and you gladly entered, appreciating the dim lighting. After undressing, you folded your clothing and placed them on the stool next to the bathtub before stepping into the hot water and sighing with relief. Grabbing the bar of soap, you rubbed it between your hands and started with your hair, scrubbing your scalp, then your shoulders, working your way down all the way to your feet. You remained in the tub for quite some time, appreciating the way the warm water released any tension held in your body.

Now freshly clean, you left the hotel and unhitched Lenora, climbing on her back and lightly tapping her sides with your feet before trotting out of Valentine. You were low on food and money, which left you with one option to fill your empty stomach: Hunting. Were you bad at it? Not necessarily, however you had long run out of arrows and hadn’t had the time to make more, forcing you to use your revolver or rifle to hunt which was less than ideal for killing small animals such as rabbits and turkeys. Crossing over the hills, you kept your eyes out for herds of deer, or anything that would keep you fed for the next few days.

After riding for about 20 minutes, you saw a herd just down the hill and you quickly dismounted, removing your rifle from your saddle. Taking light steps down the hillside, you crouched behind a bush and waited for the grazing deer to lift their heads up, giving you the perfect shot. You held your rifle up, closing one eye and taking a deep breath to steady yourself, finger ghosting over the trigger. You locked in on a movement, and as soon as the doe had looked up, you exhaled and fired, sending the rest of the herd running in a panic.

Letting out a sharp whistle, you approached the deer’s body while the sound of Lenora’s beating hooves got closer. You hoisted the deer onto your horse’s back, grunting at the exertion. A loud grumble erupted from your stomach, and you mounted Lenora, setting off to find a campsite so you could cook what you had hunted.

The sun was beating down on you now, a sharp contrast to the previous rain and clouds just that morning. It painted your face a slight pink despite the shade your hat provided, and you found yourself longing for your blouse despite the rolled-up sleeves of your button up you had stolen from a bounties dead body. Spotting a cloud of smoke coming from a clearing in the trees, you quickly pulled the reins and directed Lenora, hoping to find an empty camp with a forgotten fire. Unfortunately for you, gunshots began to erupt from the area. Hesitating for a moment, you urged your horse faster, quickly approaching the camp as part of you hoped you would be left with dead bodies to move, and an empty camp. Despite your speed, the gunfire had stopped as you had arrived, no more than 20 feet back.

“Dirty O’Driscolls.” A familiar voice spat out, and you sighed at the realization that it was Arthur before dismounting and walking towards the now empty camp.

Just as you were about to enter the clearing, you spotted a man in a green vest sneaking up on him, knife in hand before lunging and tackling Arthur to the ground and you froze. A struggle ensued, the knife getting far too close to Arthurs neck. You quickly drew your revolver and pulled the trigger, shooting the man point blank in the head.

“We gotta stop meeting like this. You alright?” you said, finally emerging from the bushes as Arthur pushed off the dead body slumped over his.

“Sure, thank you, ma’am.” He replied with a huff, rolling his shoulders in pain. Arthur quickly looted the body, putting a watch and some tonic in his satchel before approaching you and dropping some coins in your hand.

“Ma’am? Just how old do you think I am, Mister?” Looking down at your hand, you quickly counted the small amount of coins sitting in your palm. “‘nd hold on now, me savin’ yer life is worth $3?” You exclaimed in disbelief, cocking an eyebrow as you shoved the coins into the back pocket of your trousers.

“What? An outlaw can’t have any manners now? I already thanked you,” He scoffed, clicking his tongue as his horse returned to him. He grabbed the reins and mounted his American Standardbred, looking down at you. His gaze was strong and unnerving, a distant look in his blue eyes that chilled you to your core.

“Well, I oughta head back-“

“Wait!” You spoke before you realized the words had even exited your mouth, and you felt the blood rush to your face in embarrassment. Thankfully, your minor sunburn concealed your blush.

Arthur cocked a brow before replying, “Yes?”

You threw your thumb back, gesturing to the deer resting on the rear of Lenora.

“Err… Could you help me skin this? I ain’t all that great at it.” He shook his head in amusement and dismounted.

“Sure, I’m not expected back for another day or so anyway.” Arthur approached your horse before picking up the deer and resting its body on the ground. He squatted next to the animal, his eyes scanning its lifeless body. He let out a low whistle as he noticed the bullet hole straight through the skull.

“You got a good shot there.” You smiled softly before replying,

“No point in havin’ a good shot if I can’t skin it myself.” Shrugging, you squatted next to him and removed your hat, wiping the back of your hand along where sweat had collected at the brim. You glanced down at Arthurs hands, knuckles scabbed over from the bar fight, and various scars covering both worn hands.

“You been livin’ alone out here and you can hunt, but you don't know how to skin what you’ve caught?” Arthur teased, a glint in his blue eyes that made your breath get caught in your throat.

“I-I know how… I just ain’t good at it.” You mumbled. You were still somewhat new to this. Hunting was usually a success for you, but the skinning? That’s a different beast altogether.

Arthur chuckled softly, voice low and gravelly. “It ain’t about knowin’ how. It’s about knowin’ when to make the right cuts. You gotta let the blade do all the work for you, not your hands.”

You shot him a skeptical glance, but his posture and the confidence in his voice made you reconsider any doubts you had. With a long sigh, you dropped your head. “Alright, teach me then.”

A small smirk worked its way onto Arthurs face, but he didn’t say anything more. He removed a knife from his satchel and it sliced through the hide without any hassle, a clean line following the curve of the ribcage. The first cut was always the hardest, and despite his years of practice he had yet to perfect it.

He glanced over at you, admiring the furrow in your brow and the way you tugged your lip between your teeth in concentration. “You ever skin a deer before?” Arthur asked, further separating the hide from the meat and muscle.

“Once or twice,” you murmured, though it was painfully obvious from the way you shifted uncomfortably that you weren’t confident in the slightest. You gestured towards the hide as he worked. “Never as cleanly as this, though.”

Arthur paused for only a moment before continuing on. “Yeah, well that’s the trick. Slow and steady. Take your time, there’s no need to rush.” He slid the knife down the flank of the deer and handed it to you, hilt-first. “Take it from here. Just follow the line.”

“What, you think I don’t got my own knife?” Arthur rolled his eyes in response while you drew a slow, controlled cut through the hide, following the line he had made. It was much harder than Arthur had made it look, your hands were shaking and it felt as though the knife was fighting you.

“You’re gripping too tight,” Arthur said, his voice lined with a soft tenderness that disappeared as soon as it had bubbled up. “Loosen up, let the blade do all the work.”

You relaxed your grip slightly, and the knife slid more easily through the meat and hide. The scent of the deer wafted through the air, sharp and pungent. As you worked, you fell into a rhythm, the initial discomfort dissolving as your movements became more fluid.

Arthur nodded in approval. “That’s it, girl. Just like that.” Your face flushed as he spoke, a simple praise making you feel giddy inside. He helped you peel back the hide and roll it up, placing it right behind the bedroll sitting behind your saddle.

“Make sure you keep some fat on the meat, just not too much. You need that bit for cookin’.” He finished, and you glared at him.

“I know how to cook, thank you.” It came out sharper than intended, but Arthur just laughed.

“You sure? Even a lone wolf has more meat on its bones than you.” He joked, gesturing to your small frame.

“It ain’t polite to comment on a ladies body, Mister.” You chided him, beginning to cut the meat away from the bones.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were a lady.” Arthur teased, removing his hat so he could wipe his forehead with the back of his hand.

You glared at him. “Shut up.” Eyes narrowed, you continued to work while a pleasant silence settled between the two of you. The only noise being the chatter of the wildlife and the occasional grunt from you and Arthur as you worked on the deer. You worked delicately, cutting away at the tender joints and muscle.

“Why’re you helping me, Arthur?” You asked, absent-minded as you made another cut. “Ain’t like you owe me nothin’—except your life.” He chuckled at the last comment, but stayed silent a beat before setting down the other knife he had retrieved from his satchel and studying your face for a moment.

“You’re better off with help than on your own, and I guess because you saved my life.” He drawled.

You didn’t ask for more, that was enough.

You both worked together in a comfortable silence, the deer slowly being separated into usable parts. As you freed the meat from the bones, Arthur wrapped the meat, then used discarded sinew to tie it together. It was taking a lot longer than you had expected it to, and the sun was beginning to creep behind the mountaintops. You lit a cigarette, nursing it between your lips as you continued to cut away, before finally finishing and cutting some of the meat into smaller chunks. Standing up, you grabbed a couple of logs that the O’Driscolls had so kindly left, and you nursed the fire until you could feel the heat on your face.

“Well, I’d best be on my way.” Arthur grunted as he stood, wiping his hands on his jeans before turning on his heel and approaching his horse.

“Hey,” you started, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly “you want to stay and eat? It’s the least I could do since you helped me,” Arthur turned back around and nodded, not saying much else.

The two of you sat around the fire, chunks of venison sitting on the blade of your knives as you cooked it and ate silently. It was a little more awkward now, the sun had set completely, the only light being the now warm glow of the fire which illuminated Arthurs sharp features. You studied his face for only a moment before his eyes met yours, and you quickly diverted your gaze towards the flames.

Suddenly, the night was thick with smoke, the air heavy and burning your throat with each stuttering inhale. The once sturdy frame of your home enveloped in flames, now nothing more than splintered wood and blackened timber. It groaned as the flame further consumed it, shooting sparks up into the air like dying stars.

You knelt in the snow, your hands trembling as you held the body of your now lifeless husband. His blood, warm and sticky on your palms now coated the front of your nightgown, but you didn’t notice, nor did you care. You were too focused on committing his features to memory, his pale face illuminated by the growing fire, his green eyes the same as the day when your parents had introduced the two of you, his muddy hand held out with a gap-toothed smile as you hid behind your mothers legs. You placed your hand over his now glazed over eyes, closing them forever. A warm kiss against cold, dry lips made your body wrack with sobs as you held him closer, kissing him for the final time.

His chest, once broad and full of life, was now still. There was a gaping wound where the shotgun had torn through his torso, his blood staining the white snow. He’d fallen just outside the door, trying to make it to the horses, trying to get you to safety before the debt collectors came. But they were too fast, too brutal. The gunshots rang through your ears, reminding you-

“Hey,” You were snapped out of your flashback, staring back at Arthur with wide eyes.

“You alright?” He finished, putting out his cigarette. You sat upright, releasing yourself from the nervous posture you held. Bringing a cigarette to your lips, you struck the match and lit it, inhaling.

“Yeah, just thinking ‘s all.” Wiping a stray tear from your face, you put your blade back over the flames since the piece you had cooked had now gone cold. Arthur let out a hum, clearly not wanting to dig any deeper, and he shifted uncomfortably where he sat. He scratched his head and sighed before standing.

“I really should be going now, Miss…” He trailed off, clearly expecting your name. You spoke it softly and he repeated it, before mounting his horse and riding away. Left alone, you allowed the pit in your stomach to consume you, and your body wracked with sobs as you held your head in your hands. It felt like you could barely breathe, your chest constricting and compressing; breaths coming short and stuttered as if you were swinging on the end of a rope.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

You froze as the click of a rifle cocking resounded through the clearing. Your hand slid instinctively to the grip of your revolver. There were 5 of them. You could hear their murmurs and the muffled shuffle of feet creeping closer from every direction.

“Look at this, boys,” came a low voice from behind you. “A pretty lady waitin’ here just for us. Ain’t that a sight?”

He was closer now, just to your left. You didn't turn, but your fingers wrapped around the cold steel of your revolver, your eyes flicked quickly to the nearest cover—a barrel just ahead of you. You had seconds, maybe less.

“Get the rope,” another voice sneered, this one rougher and deeper, laced with authority. “Tie her up nice and tight. We got ourselves a real prize this time.”

Your heart pounded, but your movements were fluid, second nature at this point. You quickly swiveled, pulling your revolver from its holster in one quick motion. The first a scrappy man with a scar running down his face stepped into view just as you fired a round. The bullet ripped through his chest with a sickening thud, his body jerking back and collapsing into the dirt with a gurgled scream, his green vest stained with blood.

The other O’Driscolls reacted insantly, guns drawn. But you were already darting to the side, tucking low behind the barrel as bullets whizzed past you, striking the dry earth with sharp cracks.

“She’s fast,” one of them cursed, his voice filled with frustration. “Get her!”

You breathed deeply, mind sharp and calculating. You needed to thin their numbers, fast. You knew they wouldn’t just back off—these bastards would press until they had you cornered.

A younger man, no older than twenty, emerged from the trees ahead of you, eyes wide with panic as he aimed his rifle. You ducked and popped out the side of the barrel and fired, sending a bullet straight through his knee. He collapsed with a scream, his rifle falling uselessly beside him.

“Goddamn it!” The leaders voice rang out. “You ain't getting away from this, girl!”

You didn’t respond, you couldnt afford to. From behind the barrel, you pulled a second revolver from your belt, your finger sliding across the trigger as you darted toward a wagon, firing off two quick shots. The third O'Driscoll went down with a hit to his shoulder, his rifle flying from his hands, the second bullet catching him in the side. He didn’t make a sound as he hit the ground, twitching for a moment before stilling.

Two down. Three left.

The leader, a burly man with a thick beard, shouted for the others to fan out. You could hear their feet scrambling in the underbrush, closing in from all sides.

"Come on, girl!" the leader yelled. "We ain’t playin’ fair anymore!"

You gritted your teeth, slamming the revolver back into its holster, and grabbed the rifle you’d left propped up against a nearby tree. You rose up above the wagon and pulled the trigger, catching the next O'Driscoll—a tall man with a wild-eyed stare—right between the eyes.

The remaining two O'Driscolls exchanged panicked glances. One was the young boy you’d already injured, clutching his bleeding leg with a grimace. The other, a grizzled man with a long scar across his throat, charged forward with his rifle raised, desperation in his eyes.

You could hear him coming, his boots crashing through the underbrush. You didn’t wait. As he broke through the tree line, you were already aiming. The rifle bucked in your hands, two shots ringing out like thunder. The O'Driscoll staggered back, his rifle spinning from his hands as he crumpled into the dirt.

You felt a burning pain in your thigh, and you looked down as you watched blood begin to stain your trousers.

Shit.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you were brought back down to earth as you remembered the boy. His face was pale, his leg a mess of blood. He was fumbling with his own gun, terror written all over his face. You took a breath, steadying yourself. you moved quickly now, ignoring the searing pain in your right leg as your boots thudded softly against the earth as you closed the distance between the two of you.

"Please," he whimpered, his voice shaking as he leveled his gun at your chest. "Please don’t—"

He didn’t get to finish. A shot that wasn’t yours rang through the air with deadly precision. The boy dropped his gun, body slumped in the dirt in a heap. You shot your arm back up, aiming for wherever that bullet had come from.

“‘S just me,” Arthur spoke, and you sighed in relief as you placed your gun back in its holster. You sucked air in through your teeth as the adrenaline left your body and you were reminded of the gunshot wound in your thigh. Looking down, a choked gasp left your throat as your pant leg was almost entirely soaked.

“Shit.” He dismounted quickly and tugged his bandana off his neck. Guiding you with a hand on your shoulder, he sat you down and instructed you to put your leg out straight as he began applying a tourniquet. You hissed in pain as he tied it.

“I know, I know.” Arthur comforted you, his eyes meeting yours. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled your arm over his shoulder, walking you towards his horse.

“I can ride, Arthur.” You murmured, attempting to free your arm from the grip he had on your wrist as he helped you walk.

“Not with an injury like that, you can’t.” Arthur said with a raised brow.

Huffing, you reserved yourself to your fate, allowing him to guide you to his horse. You looked away in embarrassment as he placed his arms underneath your shoulders, hoisting you up onto the back. Arthur approached Lenora, a series of ‘You’re alright, girl’s and ‘It’s okay’s left his mouth as he grabbed onto her reins and led her back over. He mounted and clicked twice, his horse jolting forward.

“Wait—Where are you taking me?” The realization dawned upon you that you had nowhere to go, and you clearly couldn’t stay at the empty O’Driscoll camp. Anxiety clawed its way into your stomach for no good reason, nausea twisting your gut as the pain in your leg grew with every stride

“Back to camp. My camp, I mean. That leg needs tending to, Miss Grimshaw and the other ladies can help you with that.” Miss Grimshaw? The other ladies? Confusion settled between your brows as you held a little tighter onto Arthurs waist. Very few gangs ran with women, and if they did, it was for the men’s stress relief.

“No! I can’t ask that of you. Just leave me somewhere with cover and I’ll figure it out.” You pleaded with Arthur, the last thing you wanted to do was invite yourself into their camp and use their resources. You hadn’t had many run-ins with gangs, sure you cleared an O’Driscoll camp here and there when you had to, but you preferred avoiding them at all costs

“You won’t last a week out here with your leg in that kinda condition. You’re coming back to camp with me and that's final.” The commanding tone of his voice shut you up instantly, and you reserved yourself to your fate with a sigh as Arthur passed you a bottle of whiskey from his satchel.

“Drink this, it’ll be a long ride without it.”

yaaay chapter 3!!! enjoy some action (just not the sexy kind)

i gave up on arthur pov at the end of the chapters bc it felt corny. hopefully the dialogue felt accurate and flowed well but if it didnt please lmk! i am always open to constructive criticism <3<3

hope u liked it! pls like + reblog <3

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latoyalestrange · 2 years ago

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geronimo

seb. sallow x f!reader

(i am once again apologizing because this was meant to be a drabble and is not drabble length. enjoy anyway whores)

summary: when taking a shortcut leads to taking your clothes off in front of sebastian sallow

words: 1.2k

warnings: ngl she's kinda spicy. oopsie? aged up seb and mc. not edited and also not good lol. as always minors dni.

finding those blasted demiguise statues had to be your least favorite assignment yet. your groundskeeper (who was an alcoholic, by the way) had somehow gotten you to agree to do his personal bidding in exchange for learning how to use alohomora. it had to be some kind of violation, but looking for harmless little statues was much easier than exploring any catacomb or solving any trial of puzzles, so you didn't complain.

on the other hand, it required a lot of walking, and a lot of aimless searching. on this particular search brigade, however, you'd received a tip from a fellow student that lived in north ford bog that a strange glowing artifact was hidden in an abandoned cottage just outside the hamlet. sebastian decided he would come along for the adventure, mostly hoping to find something worth value in the house and to annoy you along the way.

"i think i see a shortcut just there..." you stretched your neck out to see further down the faded and forgotten bath to your right, just hardly noticeable.

"it's not on the map?" sebastian inquired, peering over your shoulder to get a look at the map in your field guide.

"no...let's see what's this way." without waiting for a response, you pushed the heavy brush to the side to allow yourself to be swallowed by the leaves.

"don't just--y/n! wait for me." he followed behind you, trying to dodge the rough branches threatening to whack him in the eye. you ignored him until you reached a clearing, not wanting to linger in the prickliness. you emerged to see a breathtaking view. you had found yourself on a cliff's edge above the quaint lake in the center of the hamlet. the evening moon reflected on the calming ripples in the water, lighting up the clearing with a haunting blueish glow.

sebastian soon emerged from the brush as well, sputtering a leaf out of his mouth. you didn’t notice, still captivated by the view. he straightened himself and his robes and finally joined you near the edge of the cliff.

“it’s beautiful, isnt it?” he turned to gaze at you, your eyes practically sparkling from reflection in the water. he couldn’t help but notice how your plush lips glistened from your homemade dittany lip oil. he smiled as it reminded him of how much he adored your femininity. you could utterly destroy grown men and women with your powerful incantations in one minute, and the next you would be fixing your hair and blotting your nose. you were badass and graceful about it at the same time. it could make sebastian weak in the knees sometimes.

“hm?” you quirked your head to the side at his distant gaze. he seemed to be looking through you with a gentle smile lingering on his lips. he blinked his thoughts away quickly.

“yeah, incredible…” he took his first look out across the water, breathing in the gentle breeze. “hey, i dare you to jump in.” he challenged with a sly smirk. your first instinct was to immediately refuse, thinking about how cold the water would be and how it would soak your best school uniform. but, upon giving yourself a second to ponder it…

“sure.” you shrugged, agreeing in a casual tone. the smile instantly vanished from the boy’s face.

“what? no, i don’t think you should actually—“

“you’re jumping with me, though.” his throat nearly closed up at the sight of your hands reaching up to unclasp the first button on your vest. he was stammering to find the right words as your vest fell to the forest floor.

“i actually don’t know how deep that lake is—“ you stepped forward to peer over the edge of the landing, inspecting the water. you turned back to him and shrugged once more.

“looks deep enough to me.” you smiled reassuringly at him, but it made him even more nervous. you placed a hand on his shoulder for support as you removed your kitten heels. he felt like his entire body was buzzing.

“okay, but you have to think about the rocks too—“

“sebastian. you know me well enough to know that i never back from a dare. i thought you were too, but it’s okay if you’re afraid.” he realized what you were doing immediately and it was proven by the smug smile on your face. you didn’t avert your eyes from his as you slipped your blouse off of your shoulders, leaving your upper half exposed to the moonlight. sebastian looked like he could explode.

any expression of annoyance or concern left his face as he watched you. he couldn’t find any wordsto say, he just stood frozen before you with an appreciative stare.

“okay, well i’m jumping. it sounds like a rush. bring my robes down for me will you?” he just nodded, holding a stack of your clothes in his arms as you stood before him in only a corset top and an aggravatingly short slip skirt. he was almost salivating at the sight. didn’t shift his gaze as you took a deep breath, centering yourself before sparking at the edge and leaping off with a graceful dive.

sebastian seemed to have come out of his trace as you left his view, blinking his sinful thoughts away. he frantically started on his own clothes, realizing the opportunity in front of him.

down below, your body had broken the waters surface with a grand splash, sending you deep down to the bottom on the lake. however cold you thought the water was, it was ten times worse. but as you emerged again, the wave of shock sent across your skin from such a drastic change slowly subsided. you dipped your head back, allowing your now saturated hair to lay flat behind your face. you rubbed your eyes, still getting your bearings before a loud splash erupted just next to you. you were drenched once again and certainly surprised to see sebastian’s head popping out of the water in front of you.

“i thought i finally found your weakness for a moment, sallow,” you teased him as he wiped the water droplets off of his own face.

“you’ll never know.” his confident smirk returned. it made you notice how prominent his muscular shoulders were just below.

“yeah? why’s that?” your words were innocent but your tone was entirely contradictory.

“you’ll just never guess what it is.” his voice reciprocated the same flirtatious influence, which you took as an invitation to swim closer to him.

“no?” your voice was quiet now, just a few inches away from him. he shook his head.

“are you sure?” your hand slithered up his arm to grasp his strong shoulder. “cause i think i might have an idea.”

it was silent between the two of you as he searched for any reluctance in your eyes and his own mind for a way to top your antics with a bolder gesture. you felt something ignite in your stomach as you saw what he wanted to do in his eyes. before you could react, his hand tangled in your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you into a passionate, burning kiss. it was like all of the pent-up desire was released between you two at the same time.

from that day forward, sebastian was your favorite exploring partner. partially because he knew the area like the back of his hand, but mostly because you never wanted mischief like this to end.

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r0-boat · 9 months ago

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After reading Lucifers selfie prolog I think he developed an 'eye contact' kink to go along with his dyrcaphilia. Its not often someone holds his gaze. Usually its one of the kings to do it and even then its in an antagonistic context. The dragon is more open than the demons because he isnt burdened by the primal need to Look Away. As a human you fight against your nature to hold his gaze. Defying your god-given instincts just so you can look him in the eyes when you say "hello"

I think just that would get him hot and heavy. After sleeping with Lucifer once he finds himself craving the intimate vulnerability of eye contact. Also I headcanon that Lucifer is more into himself crying than his partner bc its a rare emotional release from him. Ofc its best to cry together

Aa, That's really cute; I wish I had his card! Even though I saved 2,000 rings, I still didn't get him. Once I get him, I'll study him properly and thoroughly ;)

I hope you all got them though.

Being the sin of Pride you kind of can't become that intimate with a lot of people because it is probably seen as weak.

So maybe he sees MC as one of the few people he can be that intimate toward?

But that's just a theory; a slut theory.

Edit: PS.

How the fuck does Lucifer sleep with that sharp pointy ass horn on the back of his head?

How many pillows does he replace because his fucking horn pierces through not only his pillow but his mattress?

That must be so fucking uncomfortable.

#ro.chatting #whb lucifer #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#Don't get me wrong I love him I just have many questions

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ang3lwithapen · 7 days ago

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hello! i have an Ask i wanted to send you that i realized would be better done as two Asks and thereby reformatted them, so here is (part 1/2) where i babble about my MC's personality that i hope you enjoy reading! im p sure its obvious they used to be all one Ask though, so thats why im confirming they were originally joined together lol

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i love so much playing a sweetheart MC who is jumpy/easily startled and also physically weak. thank you for giving me that as an option lmao

for one, because the juxtaposition of being all easy-to-scare (and it's okay if it is on accident) and sunshiney to only then give S an "unimpressed look" at their joke of murders and whatnot is just?? so hilarious. a part of me feels like, as my MC gets more comfortable, the Blackwoods being like "....don't piss MC off" over bringing in mud or making a joke that upsets my MC is hilarious. bc it's true to real life. my friends, family, and i all wholeheartedly agree that it is way more effectively scary when the smiley person gets angry than when an often-upset person gets angry. the 180 is scarier, and makes you appreciate how normally laid-back and giggly the smiley-person is as a result too

but yeah, i cant wait to have a route dedicated to each Blackwood sibling. i typically play one MC to all ROs, to see how the difference in romance changes the MC and how different ROs respond to the same person (plus: easier on my brain than creating and remembering a MC per every/almost-every RO), i just have different save files for different ROs. its not one whole messy route, even though i suspect that, in this game, until lock-ins, it will be harder to accomplish any route-differences lol (as in, my MC is always going to choose to have A show them around instead of R, even in my MC's romancing-R-route. bc getting to know the top-employer and getting a break from being flustered would motivate my MC to pick A, no matter the route. fair enough lol)

i think my MC is the most interested in R out of all of them. my MC gets easily flustered and startled, and R seems to enjoy that, while my MC is baffled by it and doesn't really know how to react or what this relationship is. this is as opposed to how my MC is assuming A isnt interested and ergo my MC does not see A that way (still gonna play A's route tho, and thatll be fun); how my MC is becoming tentative friends with S, and has yet to see S's mutual flustering over my MC's niceties as romantic (fair); and H, my MC is just fully scared of after having gotten lost, gotten a knife to the throat as a result, gotten cackled at unsympathetically the life-or-death panicking, then basically tackled for tentatively accepting the detective's card, and is just overall is trying to appease H out of a state of terror (hence, my MC keeping her manners (and also pleading) despite the fear of said blade, my MC lying that H was kind enough to help with the lostness, and my MC saying the card from the detective could be gotten rid of if it caused tension in the household, really, she doesn't mind, please). so. considering my MC's reactions: slim pickings, honestly. since my MC is boss-zoning one, friend-zoning another, and petrified of the "missing stair"-theory/metaphor of the third. like. of course, in terms of romance, my MC is the most intrigued by R. my MC has no idea what their relationship is, so by default, it has the most potential to become a crush (even though, i believe you in all 4 being slow-burns lol)

hilariously, the one IM most excited for is H and my MC. for multiple reasons. one, because i think the eventual 180, into almost hypocrisy from H, will be hilarious. like "Who threatened you?! Nobody's allowed to scare you!! You're so defenseless, who could ever attack you?!" like. H. you did. the first night my MC was in the manor and several after, you did that. the second reason im excited being because of the journey itself to get to that point, of H softening, of my MC learning to appease less/be less fearful, of MC transitioning from "threat to protect against" into "to protect against threats". i think H will have the hardest time moving from the position they are currently in (as is deserved, H shot themself in the foot there) and into being percieved as a suitor by my MC. like, again, respecting the slowburn; but i think with my MC and H's current dynamic (and of course, you know H better than i), out of the options of "who fell first? and who fell harder?", it will likely be a case of "H fell first AND harder". so. that'll be fun to discover if thats what happens or not lmao

which like. ill admit the anime/manga "Fruits Basket" is part of why i am affectionate for H/my MC despite my MC being so scared of H, because Tohru once said (im paraphrasing and summarizing heavily for Tohru btw): "I'm scared... But only because I don't understand, I don't know what's going on. I'm scared but, from now on, I want to understand. I want to keep living together, I want to continue to live life with you." to which Kyo replies (both to Tohru aloud and in his head, it's a mix), eventually, to with: "You know, if my mom didn't love all of me, that would've been fine. Or even if she was scared, I'd get that. Because being scared would have meant she was looking at the ugly part of me, and she never did. My mom used 'love' to avoid seeing the truth, to avoid even thinking about it. But I wanted her to understand. I just wanted her to say we'd face it together, to say she wanted to stay. Even back then, I knew it was stupid. A kid's dream that would never come true. Because who would ever say something like that to me? That's what I thought until... until Tohru." (with a past line that Kyo thought to Kyo's mom being: "How can you love someone when you never acknowledge who they really are?!" because his mom having always lied about how she "needed to keep him all to herself" when really she kept him hidden out of shame) which obviously isnt a 1-for-1 by any means for how i... i guess the word is "predict"(?) how H×my MC will turn out? (esp bc Kyo is dealing with a monstrous form, and not necessarily scary behaviors) but i mention "Fruits Basket" monolog bit because it shows how you can be afraid of your partner in a healthy way(?). idk, i feel like not everyone is on-board for "H×MC where MC is scared of H at first" and that's my lil explanation as to why i am already biased to be in favor of it

plus, considering H used to scare my MC, it would be funny for H to be among the ones to eventually shiver at the thought of making my MC mad. be a nice change of pace, esp since my MC's being mad isn't life-threatening to anyone, it's just "nooooo, ive grown accustomed to your affection, dont be disappointed/angry with meeeee" i assume lol

and then, of course, in addition to R and H, i am excited for A and S. im eager to see each of them to have their "Oh. OH." moment about their too-nice housekeeper. and am just so very excited for more of the game in general! im so curious what happened to Bertha and whats going on with the family. i hope you enjoyed my babbling about it lmao im very excited to see how each RO slow-burn falls in love with my specific MC lmao

You genuinely have no idea how flattering this is to me as an author, the fact you've been putting all these thoughts on characters i've written makes me so happy and amazed. Thank you so much for taking the time to write all of this down, it really does mean so so much and it's things such as this that make all the hours spent in crafting Blackwood Manor worth it. I've read this ask twice already, and I still have to read the second part (which i will be doing now!).

#answered #positivity #i wanted to put this under a read more thingy but idk how rip

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sketch-guardian · 5 months ago

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I feel like I need to start adding a -___ anon because of how much I send requests now, I would love to send them without anon but it’s honestly so scary to post or comment anything 😞

I don’t know if you’re very comfortable with writing certain types of mental illnesses, like I saw on your boundaries post that you were fine writing mental and physical conditions but I just wanna know if you’re comfortable with a request where child mc has like ptsd or depression and always seems to be sad and gloomy (turns out it’s from bullying back in the home realm.) I really like seeing posts where child mc isn’t very energetic since I didn’t really get that very happy experience and can’t relate (〃▽〃)

Also I wish there was a snow leopard emoji, that’d be so cool. I love snow leopards

SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT OF WORDS, IM STILL REALLY NEW TO SENDING STUFF THAT ISNT TO PEOPLE I KNOW 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Well, there's no obligation to add a -___ anon, only if you feel like it🤷🏻and don't worry, I know how scary it can be to write openly to people you don't know or are close to🙈so it doesn't matter the number of asks you send, if you prefer to stay anonymous, so be it, it's not a problem☺As a (hopefully) future psychologist (I'm still studying at university-), it doesn't make me uncomfortable to talk about such topics, I just hope to write them well and not make too many mistakes😖so your ask is perfectly fine and I thank you for asking anyway just to be safe💜Furthermore, as a child I was very quiet and lazy, I was sometimes compared to a doll even though I was content, so more or less I can relate and I hope you are doing better now✨Also I agree, more animal emojis should be added💕(perhaps you could be snow leopard anon?🤔). Now let's get started with the platonic headcanons, I assumed you wanted all OCs btw🙈:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CHILD MC WHO HAS DEPRESSION/PTSD"

DEMYA

Demya didn't spend an exactly normal childhood, firstly due to the type of environment in which she was born as a demon, part of a bloodthirsty tribe, and secondly due to the events that characterized her turbulent past, that is, having seen her family die in front of the her eyes and then being imprisoned in a human circus as a freak, chained and malnourished, only later when she was freed was she able to begin her journey of recovery. Demya might seem brash and prone to violence, in some respects she is, however she softens towards children and with child MC in particular she would be very protective, especially considering what they had to go through. Demya would not tolerate abuse towards child MC and would ask them to give her all the names of those who bullied them on Earth, not to kill them, not wanting to get child MC into trouble and considering that most likely the bullies are children as well, but simply to scar them for life and thus prevent them from finding other victims, the sight of her bloodied on the ceiling should be enough. Demya would also feel sorry for child MC being miserable most of the time and would try in her own way to make them happier, to make them overcome their trauma, because together they are stronger, Demya would always welcome child MC into her arms in case of need of comfort and they could stay in her nest (of blankets and pillows) for as long as they need to

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra had a fairly normal childhood, according to celestial standards at least, given that as a soldier, he was trained to fight from a young age. The most difficult period of Domnra's life began after his fall from the Celestial Realm and after Mobim's birth, it took him time to metabolize and get used to the new situation. Child MC would remind Domnra of Mobim during its first days of existence: small, weak, helpless and afraid. Having matured over time and having learned to take care of Mobim, Domnra would try to help child MC learn how to defend themselves, both physically and emotionally, from bullies or fears, because they would have the full right to assert their own person. Domnra would become like child MC's shadow, always at their side in case of danger, as a figure to hide behind or as a shoulder to cry on, anyone who mistreats child MC should pass through Domnra first if they have the courage. Mobim would also help make child MC feel less sad, becoming their friend, playmate and comforting them, without the need for words and showing child MC that crying is good for letting off steam

AZUL

Azul was a happy and energetic child, who enjoyed running among flowers along with colorful butterflies, without a care in the world, his mood management problems began in adulthood, after his fall from the Celestial Realm. Azul is a very empathetic demon when it comes to feelings, especially those of people he cares about, so when he would sense child MC's sadness, his colors would change from light blue to dark blue in a sense of recognition and Azul would carry child MC in his arms, to comfort and console them. Azul would be worryingly quiet at the news of child MC being a victim of bullying and it's likely that one day, in the form of a spirit, he will enter the bullies' bedroom and scare them so much that they will never repeat such actions again. Azul would try to help and support child MC to find a way to express themselves, such as drawing or photography and as he is better trained in managing emotions, he would try to help child MC overcome their depression, one step at a time, always by their side, showing pride at every small milestone achieved

ZURI

Since she was a child, Zuri has always followed a rather rigid discipline and had to meet very high expectations from other angels towards her, therefore she didn't spend much time playing or having fun as perhaps it would have been more appropriate for a young angel, too busy excel and show herself as a symbol of purity. Old habits die hard, so even after she became a demon, Zuri remained a perfectionist, however she would never want something like that for child MC, after the way they have already suffered. With Zuri, there would be no expectations of happiness and joy to respect, but rather a probable professional therapeutic path, for child MC's sake, to provide them with the tools to process their trauma and work on their depression. Zuri would probably explain to child MC that the bullies who bothered them have likely been through difficult situations, however that doesn't excuse their actions and child MC would not be required to forgive them, but rather to move on with their life and heal. Anyone who has any comments to make about child MC's behavior should respond personally to Zuri and while not often very loving, Zuri would cradle child MC in her arms during depression or ptsd episodes

ODON

Odon had a bizarre childhood due to their ancient eldritch nature, they don't know what it means to have a family and as a child they did anything to feel a single emotion, even if it meant committing genocide. Over time Odon got "bored", because suffering became repetitive and they realized that showing kindness received much more interesting and varied reactions, that was the reason for the beginning of Odon's change for the better, however difficulties weren't lacking, since everyone was too afraid of them. Odon knows what it means to be marginalized and isolated, they also know sadness although they don't show it, therefore Odon would be very understanding and patient with child MC's issues, accompanying them step by step during their growth. No sane person would be stupid enough to bully child MC given Odon's reputation, so they would stop being teased, while as for the rest, Odon would read stories with child MC on their lap while they drink a hot beverage, to make them feel protected and safe for once, with even the eye-like creatures in tow as silent guardians. Odon would go back to being the monster they were in order to ward off the evil that afflicts child MC, after all, how could pain approach child MC, in Odon's even scarier presence?

REMIEL

Remiel had a lonely childhood and not exactly by choice. As a half angel-half nephilim, many angels, the most conservative ones, have always seen Remiel as a sin, an impure angel not worthy of being called such and having always been very literal-minded, despite the reassurances from her mother Azrael and her father Death, Remiel could never help but see such statements as the truth, because after all they weren't entirely wrong, she wasn't a pure celestial being, she have learned to live with it, however Remiel would see child MC's situation as unfair, being different. Since both child MC and Remiel are often gloomy and somber, they could actually be mistaken for related. As an angel of death, Remiel would frequently face issues such as depression and negative feelings, therefore she would be quite capable of making child MC feel better, having comforted several human souls in the past. One thing that child MC would appreciate before going to sleep would be, for example, having Remiel embrace them with her wings while softly humming them a lullaby that her mother Azrael used to sing to her when she was a child

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel, although he has always been a quiet angel even as a child, who let himself be carried away by the course of events, has always felt as if he was not in control of his actions, as if his destiny was in the hands of someone superior who controlled his every move and emotional response. As an extremely patient angel, caring for and managing a child MC with depression or ptsd would not necessarily be a problem, if anything a challenge, which Nathaniel would not intend to give up or abandon for any reason. Nathaniel would try to teach child MC how to let non-constructive criticism and insults slide over them, using failures as material to grow and improve, killing with kindness when possible those who show resentment towards them for no reason. Nathaniel is chill, but when annoyed he would be quite scary, so people would hardly bother child MC in his presence, also Nathaniel would show child MC the wonders of the world, trying to rekindle the spark of life in them. Nathaniel would always be child MC's guide

URIEL

Uriel's childhood was characterized by continuous attempts on her part to show her worth of becoming a warrior angel and by seeking compliments to feel valid, no matter how many times she fell and felt inadequate, she always got up in order to reach her goals and Uriel would like to help child MC achieve their dream whatever it may be, however she's aware that first they should be motivated enough and that currently it would be too soon. Uriel would see child MC being a victim of bullying as a real violation of justice and as an angel who represents it, she would go straight to the bullies, making them regret and reconsider every choice in their life and she would force them to apologize to child MC personally, with the threat of them going to hell if they act bad again or even worse, even if they ended up in heaven, then they would have to deal with Uriel. Uriel would act as child MC's shield and sword, promising that when they're unable to fight, she will protect them, for as long as they need, that she'll be the rock on which they can lean when they don't feel well

(also here's a small bonus of some OCs reaction to child MC fighting back against a bully):

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berryunho · 2 years ago

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can i just say that i love the way seonghwa is in a way so infatuated with yn, like the scene couple chapters back where they were making out was so hot, i love stories where men absolutely melt under the woman’s gaze !! like the fact that seonghwa is one of, if not THE, most loyal men of hongjoong’s but still in that moment he was this 👌 close to having yn right then and there is making me feel things, and seonghwa isnt even the one im rooting for 😭 the dynamic does something to me ! enemies to friends with benefits>>>>>>

probably the same reason im dying to see yn and joong together because she does something to him that no one else does, HOW DO YOU WRITE STUFF THIS INTERESTING AND AMAZING ???!!!?! side note, i highkey hope that hwa and yn are the first ones that actually fuck in the answer, the poetry that would be 🤌🤌

LKJ;KFS;JKDLF;SDFJKL you dont even understand ... i NEVER even planned for there to be a relationship between sh and mc until .... it just had to happen like I WAS HELPLESS IT WAS WHAT THE CHARACTERS WANTED AND HOW COULD I DENY THEM !!! as the story progresses the relationship between sh and mc definitely will get to be ... erm how to say deeper ? more meaningful ? idk how to put it but youll see KLJSDFKJSDLFK and no litcherally im such a sucker for a weak man . this is tmi but i am NAWT a dominant person at ALL but when im WRITING ...... IM ALWAYS LIKE yk whatd be hot rn. whining. begging. KASJFSLDFKSKDFLJKJ BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU !!!! LKJSKFSDLSKDFJSDF

#anon #answered #the answer spoilers

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actualbird · 3 years ago

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Oh god!

I really love the poly headcanons they are so sweet.... (or don't but that's part of it and i think the tot boys+MC deserve all the love the world has to give).

But, liking it or not, our 4 beloved boys are kinda complicated (that's what makes them perfect). Plus I never thought about how people get in poly relationships. So i was thinking, how do you think they all get into a polyrelationship together?

(I really have no idea of how that would happen)

hi, two anons!! im glad you guys liked my nxx team polycule stuff!! i'll answer these in one go, my "headcanon" (in quotes because i think this kinda turned into a character analysis/minific of sorts HAHA) being what first anon asked, How They Get Together.

heads up, wc of this is 1.9k words long so buckle up for a bit of a read jfsjdfkjbf

because first anon, youre right!!! the boys are stupendously complicated which i love so so much but canon has also shown us clearly that each of the boys' quirks and habits and tendencies causes a lot of (mostly played for laughs) friction. the bickering, the backhanded insults, the "im the best one here" preening contests. theyre all SOOOO RIDICULOUS and it is hilarious but yep! the boys r complex!! and that means this beautiful ship, imo, has a lot of phases to get to the actual romantic relationship bit.

how they get together, in my opinion, starts because of mc.

not in the sense that she matchmakes them all, but like.

phase 1 of the nxx team polycule is this:

through being in love with her (which we all know the boys 100% are), each of the boys come to terms with their own flaws and weaknesses. it's very apparent to me in all the story thus far that these boys are flawed as hell, it's very compelling but even more compelling to me is how all of them also do intense mental gymnastics to Not Confront Those Flaws. like, marius is a dickbag always teasing and toeing the line of insincerity, vyn is a controlling mf who always tries to sway situations to his benefit, artem is so repressed to the point that he has genuine trouble with emotions, luke is a self sacrificial bastard and also a huge hypocrite about how no, actually, hes the only one that should be hiding his pain and being dishonest, no dishonesty from other people!! in the beginning of the story, all the boys have their flaws and seem to have just kinda...not addressed how those flaws are harming them and the people around them.

and then mc rolls around and they all fall in love with her. and she sees those flaws and she doesnt let them slide. she challenges the boys in her own ways to see another side of the situation, to acknowledge what theyre doing. she doesnt want to get rid of flaws, thats impossible and also not cool. she just has this beautiful hope for like, all of humanity, that goodness can prevail with the right work. so when she sees her beloved nxx boys, she believes that for them as well.

which leads to phase 2 of the nxx team polycule:

the boys, more aware of themselves, become more aware of each other.

they werent Unaware of the others of course. it's just that they didnt like...truly connect on a personal level just yet. they saw the other teammembers with their emotional armor and flaws and saw a wall that wasnt worth looking past.

but after mc makes them realize that hey, flaws arent the end of the world actually, it's alright and the person behind them may just be worth it, the boys like. end up understanding the others. A LOT OF THIS BIT IS UNINTENTIONAL, ON THEIR PARTS KJDSBFS. like they stumble into understanding each other by accident, they didnt plan it, but over the course of nxx investigations, it's inevitable that they end up seeing the depths of the others. i delve into this a little bit in my fanfic "filler eps of the lost gold" where the boys are just going thru their actions and then trip over another boy's fears or desires and through that, gain a deeper understanding mutually.

and with understanding, sometimes, comes trust.

phase 3 of the nxx team polycule goes like this:

everybody in this team, whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, has a heart that wants to give love so desperately.

marius lives in a world full of snakes so he cant have his heart on his sleeve for his own protection. vyn wants to be seen as perfect and the heart is inherently messy so he holds it back. artem for a very very long time was focused on work and success and achievement that he neglected his heart. and luke has been giving love all his life in a sense but in a way thats hidden.

all these tendencies that are brought upon their life circumstances results in this: they want to love honestly but they havent been able to do this

until mc. and all of them want to push back whatever fears or patterns their life has instilled in them because they see her and see somebody so unwaveringly good that all their hearts begin giving love to her to make her happy and to make themselves happy as well.

but heres the thing. the boys dont just see mc. by this point, they have connected and understood and come to trust each other as well, and the consequence of that is that They Can See Each Other Now Too, Truly.

and heres the thing. all of the boys are unwaveringly good as well.

one by one, each of the boys realize that what they feel for the other boys in the team starts to...change. yeah theyre all friends, they pick on each other a lot of the time, but the bedrock of the relationship is solid and strong now. but when marius is with luke, marius sees a light inside of luke so bright that he seems unaware that he gives off. when artem is with vyn, artem sees a goodness inside of vyn that hesitates to make itself obvious and known because vyn is scared of getting hurt thanks to it. all of them see the other and their goodness and, unbidden, their hearts want to give love to each other as well.

and because theyre all a bit stupid in their own way theyre like, huh, weird! wonder why this feeling is so familiar! and yet i cant seem to name it...and then they all independently compare these feeling with the feelings they have for mc, a feeling they do know the name of, and theyre like.

WAIT.

THESE FEELINGS ARE...VERY BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL FOR MC.

which only means one thing: theyve fallen in love with everybody else

marius: //goes to his studio to Think and sees that a bunch of his recent art actually had little crumbs of these feelings already, etched into the brushstrokes and scenes. has an emotional crisis about it

vyn: //records a 1 hour long entry in his audio diary to examine and gain control of his feelings but by the end of the hour all he knows is that he wants to hold these people and be held by them

artem: //quite literally just bluescreens, artem.exe has stopped working, sits at his study and slowly, slowly, thunks his head down onto his desk, valiantly trying to ignore the fast pulse of his heart

luke: //manically vents about it to peanut who, by virtue of being a bird, doesnt get it. just keeps talking at peanut to get a grasp of it all and then lies down on the floor, overwhelmed

mc, sitting in her apartment watching some netflix: ...why do i inexplicably feel as if something very, very important has just happened?

phase 4 of the nxx team polycule is basically:

pining: extreme difficulty level

because pining is already hard when ur pining for one person. what more for an additional 3 more people. and those additional 3 more people are pining back.

and all these boys are SOOOO OBVIOUS with their romantic feelings, in their own special way. the way they show their affection to mc starts to bleed into their interactions with the others and everybody can CLEARLY SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, LOL, but also all the boys are too chickenshit to confront it, because if they confront it, what will even happen??? being in love with each other, all of them, thats going to be such a complicated fucking relationship, holy shit. it's 2030, yeah, being a polyamorous group relationship isnt completely unheard of, but sue them, theyre scared.

but mc (who i forgot to mention already knows of the boys' romantic feelings for her, shes just hasnt made a move yet on any of them because SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THEM AS WELL and shes been trying to figure out how the hell to make that work, she cant bear to choose just one of them, she'd be heartbroken over leaving the rest of them behind) sees that the nxx investigation team is now all pining for each other FULLY and she kinda wants to laugh when she realizes whats going on because like, what are the chances? that this would happen? that they all found each other and their feelings fell into just the right place for nobody to be left behind?

theyre all scared, she can tell. and she is as well, she wont lie.

but shes always had a belief that goodness can prevail with the right work.

and love is one of the greatest goods out there.

phase 5 of the nxx team polycule:

It's Time For Communication, Baby!!!!!

the exact scenes of how this happens is a bit vague to me. it could go two ways: mc going to each of the boys independently to talk about feelings, hers about everybodys and his about everybodys as well. OR they have a fucking meeting about it all together and artem literally schedules it in his google calendar, or something.

either way, they like, actually talk about this. starts casual, maybe over a chill date, maybe over dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe over a walk in the park as the sun is starting to set. but where ever it happens, the end result is the same: a heart is laid out bare and it is taken in gentle, grateful hands.

marius: OKAY, NOW THAT THE FEELINGS ARE OUT OF THE WAY, CAN I PLEASE KISS ONE OR ALL OF YOU, PLEASE, IVE BEEN WANTING TO KISS U GUYS FOR FOREVER

vyn, laughing fondly: has anybody ever told you patience is a virtue? we quite literally just talked it all out.

marius: //needy whining noises

artem, embarrassed: ive...never kissed anybody before

luke, embarrassed but trying to play it Cool: ....same here

mc: kissing is great, you two will love it!

marius: awesome, awesome, so is ANYBODY going to give me a go ahead or WHAT????

phase 6 of the nxx team polycule:

i dont want to say it's happily ever after, once they all get together. thats not really realistic.

they all have their quirks and tendencies and habits. and those will inevitable clash against each other. theyll have their arguments, theyll get upset, theyll sulk and be angry, sometimes. but also...

theyll see each other smile and feel like their love shining so brightly. theyll reach out for another's hand and be held in such a way that makes them think that their heart is in a safe place. theyll love each other and theyll put in the work to continue loving each other. because goodness will prevail.

and they all see each other as the most good people in the world.

so whatever happens, theyll get through it together.

#tears of themis #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tears of themis rosa #artem wing

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chaoticneutralwriter · 2 years ago

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Just finished the fallout and the pain is nOt getting any better 😭😭😭 Istg my babies better have their happy ending or I might turn into madness 😭

Really appreciate guk being there tho, made it easier on all of us:’)

Also this finally answers lots of questions because I remember being sO confused when the chapter where they did ~it~ came out and I was thinking like isnt this breaking the rules?? And isnt this a deadly sin like wHat is happening but my boi jimin fooled me and I brushed it off saying he knows what he’s doing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(I am : heartbroken) and in need of a continuation please😭😭😭

Also thank you so much for writing this amazing story I really really love it so much and enjoy it ❤️ take care love 🥰❤️

if there's one thing i can spoil, it's that it's not gonna be a tragic ending dw LOLL even i myself cannot bear to give this story anything otherwise XD

really happy you appreciate kookie there, trying to be mc's emotional support (??? kinda?? he's trying his best LOL)

ohh yess jimin was well aware that if he chose to commit, it would spell trouble but alas, mc is his one weakness

thank you so much for your kind words and enthusiastic thoughts on the series so far!! ^^ it really keeps me going and determined to finish this series <3!! i hope you take care too and look forward to the next update! 😘😘😘

#guardian demon!jimin #asks

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panickingpansexuality · 3 years ago

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Jumin with an MC that has an abusive past

TW: Abusive past mentions

"My darling." Jumin said to you one night while you two were at his home watching Netflix.

You hum in response.

"Why do you never bring up your family?"

He felt you shift instantly.

"Are you sure you want to talk about that right now?" You ask giving him a weak smile.

He sees ghosts dancing in your eyes for a moment, your eyes filling with tears before you rapidly blink them away.

"They.." you say avoiding his gaze. "They weren't the way a family should be."

"I left home was I was twenty and I haven't been back since then for what they did to me.."

"May I know what the did?" He asks softly

You smile and kiss his hand.

"At a later time when I know you won't want to get revenge."

"Mc." He says playing with your hair. "I would never."

He says with a slight smile

You smile back at him and lean into his chest.

The next week you come into the living room with a large journal.

"This," you tell him. "Is every true account of what happened to me in there."

"Promise me you won't do anything." You tell him. "Please."

He stares at you for a minute and then nods. It's not a promise but you take it. He reads every page. Every heartbreaking day every scream, fight, touch. If he is around while reading it, he holds you close having to touch you in some way just so he knows you're there with him. You're out.

If he isnt he tries to hold himself back from calling Luciel and finding information on them.

He starts to dream of you in those situations back then and finds himself holding you closer.

It's only in the back of the book does he find another story.

Your story with him and he likes this one so much better. It has no ending yet and he Hope's that it wont for a very long time.

When he's finished he leaves the journal on the bed and finds you on the balcony.

You smile warmly when you see him and he pulls you into him with a bone crushing hug.

"Why did you write us in the back of the journal?" Jumin asks later that night.

"Because everytime I think back to then." You say "back to those days...I remember that you're what I get to have in my life. That you, Elizabeth, the RFA are my family now, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

#short #oneshot #jumin han x mc #jumin han angst #jumin han x reader fluff #jumin han #mysme jumin #mysme x reader #mystic messenger #jumin #mysme rfa #tw: abusive past #tw abusive past #toxic family mentions #toxic family #gn reader #jumin han x gn reader #gender netural reader

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years ago

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Hi hi! I just had a random thought but wouldnt it be kinda cool if mc had a magikarp? Like they’re the “weakest pokemon” but evolve into an incredibly strong pokemon, idk i think it might be a lil poetic? Obviously being seen as weak as a parallel to mc but showing that change helps you be a version of yourself that you never thought you could be? As far as i can see it, magikarp is the most important pokemon, the most meaningful one, because it shows how change is an amazing thing, and maybe its not as important as people make it out to be. (And it would also be funny to see the Kids’ reaction)

(Big brain moment i think i just figured mc out,,,i hope this isnt going to spoil anything)

- Rose 🥀

it would be 🤔 would definitely emphasize the growth n change aspect.

but she doesn't 😅

partially bc jisung has magikarp and gyarados, for reasons that will be explained much much later. and partially bc the pokemon that she Does have is going to be important in a different way 👀 it's not that it says a lot about her, as a pokemon. what matters is what she does with it.

#anon #legendary feedback

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dumblemonchickenwing · 3 years ago

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How about Berdly for that ask thing ?

Send me a character and I will tell you my

First impression: To be honest, when I first-first saw him, in ch 1, I didn't really notice him. I mean I knew there was "that blue glasses guy who like to make fun" but I immediately forgot about him. For some reason, to my brain, Berdly first appeared in chapter 2 on rollercoasters.. I just thought he was gonna be a background character, but i was wrong. ( tbh at this point, I will not be surprised if all the classroom kids turn out to be major in future chapters)

Impression now: "Wow, Toby is so good at making loveable characters that even when he deliberately attempts to make an "unlikable" one, he fails at it" my thought. That means, I liked him a lot and he feels to me like a very fitting addition to the main gang. I hope he becomes a part of MCs, or at least becomes a recurring character

Favorite moment: When he told his story, with backgroud music "A blue bird of misfortune" with silhouette visuals, it was very nice. I understand his story was not something super mindblowing, I just liked that moment, and it was nice to see him accepting the part of himself he denied the entire time.

Idea for a story: I dont have any ideas about him.. but I thought about something connected with Rouxls

Unpopular opinion: Berdly is actually very loyal and caring and he geniunely cares about Noelle, not just because she helps him. perhaps he doesnt know he cares or isnt self-aware of his feelings. When he sensed Noelle was in danger, he dropped the act and fought 100 % seriously. What I meant to say was, Berdly cares a whole lot he just struggles with showing it properly. (tbh im not sure its an "unpopular" opinion)

Favorite relationship: Berdly and Noelle (platonic). I am weak for platonic friendships. And its such a nice touch that they represent platonic boy x girl dynamic. And in one of routes, Berdly really showed his true colors (a friend who looks out for the other) and threw his delusions of grandeur out of the window for her without any hesitation. Also.. the fandom's kris x berdly content is slowly converting me into a krisley shipper;

Favorite headcanon: Berdly and Kris are old gamng rivals, and apparently Kris is better than Berdly? That's genius, I like this hc its very funny and adds more flavor to Kris' character

* Addition to the unpopular opinion: (potential trigger warnings, transphobia mention)

Berdly Is Not a transphobe, he's not sexist or etc. he's just annoying. I dont think he is the type to force ideas on how society "should be like", because hes simply too busy thinking about himself, come on..

#Thank you so much #it is fun doing this #give me a character meme #berdly #deltarune #tw transphobia mention #im sorry for going in that direction... i just saw some ppl headcanon berdly as that type of guy and i wanted to add my opinion #anonymous #ask #ramble #text

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cantalooprat · 2 years ago

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Liu Yao

What I Liked

i love the atmosphere of liu yao, the story rly was at its best when its contemplating the nature of the dao, the origin and goal of cultivation, human nature... and how painfully human the main chars are despite going down a path that makes them beyond human

cheng qian!!! tbh the way priest writes him as this unloved middle child w a v middle child syndrome, n how it gives rise to this... almost self-importance and in a way also makes him think he's better than everyone around him? and yet somehow it's endearing instead of annoying and also kind of relatable? he's rly quite a joy to read

yan zhengming... i love how he grew from a spoiled, whiny peacock brat to a... spoiled whiny peacock young man who takes his responsibilities seriously and is unwavering when it comes to his family. its a v interesting contrast how hes strangely easygoing compared to the mc in some ways, e.g. he doesn't hold grudges, how his dao is the way of the sword despite him being...super spoiled n whiny, but his true nature as a reliable, steadfast leader is revealed in moments of need...

i love this family of five /crying theyre so cute n warm!!! in their childhood!! n then shit goes down!!

that said i also like how each action has consequences, n no one rly has "plot armor", how the ending is mostly? happy? with shades of bittersweet?

the side plot of the past between tong ru n han muchun oh my god,,, the parallel in the ending,,, copying my tg texts: in the end tong ru, despite everything hes been through, was content to have disappeared along w han muchun n to him, dying without regrets is "ascension". in parallel w the epilogue where cheng qian n yan zhengming visited the grave n mentioned that its "better to say that they ascended" n also how yan zhengming is cheng qian's "unbreakable tether to this world of red dust" which is... kind of against the principle of the dao? bc the dao is nothingness n one should be able to let go of worldly desires. but then, whats the point of all that if theres nothing waiting for them on the other side, n isnt it better to live one's life to the fullest, being aware of and cherishing the things n people precious in this lifetime?

honestly theres so much to love abt liu yao

What I Disliked

lowkey the romance didnt fully convince me lmao they had cute interactions n had chemistry but 1. ig im just, a little tired of the "shou seeking death" and "gong chasing after death-seeking shou" tropes, n also 2. the story early on works super well without romance while just focusing on the brotherhood aspects, it rly feels as if liu yao shouldve been a pure nonromance cultivation story… tbh its rly just missing, this little bit more spice… (edit 220323) crossing this out bc while i’m still not v convinced of how the romance started in the early game, the theme of “questioning ascension and the reason behind cultivation” and also “happiness in this lifetime” is v v tied to the romance in the plot, from tong ru n han muchun n now yan zhengming n cheng qian (the yuanxiao extra made me rethink this tbh, then i came to the conclusion that yeah, the romance does make sense even though it’s rly quite rough n not convincing early on)

liu yao's best points are the more somber, quiet, thoughtful moments, and liu yao's weak points lie in the action... tbh most of the chaotic battle parts just...take me out of the story

the daoling who died midway /crying i was on copium hoping he’d live but he just died offscreen!!!!

Notes

after looking at n skimming various summaries of priest novels, i end up reading liu yao, which i hadn't even seriously considered, bc i was in the mood for cultivation wn...

anyway its a great priest novel, will def read more

even tho i said all that abt the romance, its still p good n has some p memorable quotes as well… sigh some of the quotes rly r nice

i thought it was gna be wangxian reprise bc in the earlier segments cq was teased to be super interested in demonic cultivation n the color schemes of black-clad shou n white-dressed gong also match, but their dynamic turns out to be completely different lmao

i think A Lot abt liu yao tbh, would reread it eventually when i have the brain power. hard disagree to whoever says priest isnt romantic bc liu yao’s romance, while rather lowkey n understated in comparison to super romantic danmei novels, is a v prevalent theme in the whole story n can’t be discounted

Quotes

Isn’t what a person longs for all their life is to have someone angrily open the door and yell “which ditch did you die in this time?” when they come home, tired from traveling, on a moonless night?

To be able to meet and stay together in this transient world is like a dream. It comes and goes, beyond a human’s reach.

There’s no need to explain any complex details; you are already my unbreakable tether to this world of red dust.

#cantalooprat reads

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read-weep-repeat · 3 years ago

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Ok but can we briefly discuss dragon / dino mc? I miss her. Like we’ve seen you talk about how they mistake her to be a whelp when she isnt but bc she has some habits that liken her to one, the more she knew about it when she was big, the more some dragon-y mannerisms or habits come out most especially when she’s little. She’s surrounded with dragons so so of course she’ll pick them up but since she intentionally researched more about it while she was big, she just wanted all her dragon daddies purring. Like absolutely w e a k & w h i p p e d for her.

One of the things that made them weak was how she now knows!!! where the best parts are to scent in their dragon form. Human forms were easy to figure out but when they were in their dragon forms, it was always a bit harder…but when she knew each spot exactly, she’d seek those spots out in littlespace bc if “appas mine. wan’ others to know” aside from marking her daddies with scenting, she also gives them a part of her “hoard” OR she could also try learning the huffy thing they do when they’re frustrated sometimes & let some smoke out and babie tries real hard to replicate the expression her daddies do so they could feel the extent of her upset but it only makes babie look so adorable. AND MAYBE SHE ALSO LEARNS HOW TO PURR & CHIRP. Like the little chirps come out in excitement while the purrs come out when she’s satisfied and its similar enough to a dragon’s that they all just melt

AND MAYBE when its about sexual stuff, she indulges them with their temperature play. And maybe some shibari as well (especially those that could include suspension). Like when she tells them about these kinks that she is willing to explore with them… 🥵

- 🤡 anon

(I hope this sends bc this is a biiiit long)

Her picking up on habits is 🥺🥰🤤

The purring and chirping is adorable!! That’s definitely something she would do that makes them “welp. welp. Our little welp!!”

Maybe she conditions them to seek out her “purrs” 😳 like they DoorDash her some food Randomly? She calls them to thank them, and lets out a little hum cause she knows their scales will prickle with pride when they hear it.

It would come out when she’s little so much!! Very loud and over the top chirps and purrs when her daddies hold her, or give her a paci. They put on her favorite movie? She’s chirping until they blush and cover their faces 🥺

She would also do it during sex.. like with trying suspension/shibari (I can totally see this and its hot as hell. Especially with them suspending her in the air with them…) purrs when they start to caress her, making them even more riled up and ready to knot her.

Scenting… I can’t even I love it so much. They do it to her so much that she learns where to do it. Picture her nuzzling her face to their neck when she’s little!! (where the scent glands are) and them letting out the loudest purrs 🥺 (plus some of them would blow smoke in the shape of a heart to really communicate how happy it makes them!)

#dragon mc #🤡 anon

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char-lotteral · 4 years ago

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I agree with Kishimoto never trying to use the girls. The hate they get is not fair. I used to defend Sakura back in the days because I hoped kishi would do her justice. When shippuden started I WAS SO HAPPY because I thought this was the start of something great for Sakura and the girls but NOOOOO. Every time, Sasuke showed kishi turned her brainless. If you compare Naruto's actions and Sakura's actions to sasuke, you'd see they're completely different. What's up with that weird fake love confession scene 😭? It makes her look like she was manipulating Naru. JEEZ.

Also he literally had badass Tenten and Temari with cool useful abilities and he didn't use them ?! TF ?! Thank god for modern authors who treat their characters with respect :)

okay2 you know how i am with these longass rants so click readmore and brace yourselves

The way I see it, Sakura's character development in shippuden was always one step forward, two steps back. She gets this really badass scene (like her fight with Sasori and those cool ass medical skills) but is then regressed back into a pining girl in love every time Sauce is on screen or Kishi just throws her in the background YET AGAIN.

I love Sakura's abilities actually. Her brute strength, intelligence, vast knowledge and skill as a medic nin. But what I dislike about her character is how kishi handled her feelings for Sasuke. Naruto and Sakura's obsession with Sasuke was so???? huh??? it was so damn toxic and i never once understood why both Nardo and Sak were so obsessed with him. They were a team for one year???? I mean its great that they care about him alot but Sauce's feelings were kinda valid. His freakin clan died. Id go batshit crazy against my own village too. BUT BESIDES THAT. Both Nart and Sakura's Sasuke obsession was so annoying. 80% of shippuden was literally Keeping up with the Uchihas or Naruto yelling SASUKEH. BUT what irks me so much is the fandom's double standards with both Naruto and Sakura. "Oh Sakura shouldve gotten over her Sasuke obsession" but then turn around and call Naruto's obsession cute and gush about how he's so in love with him!!

Hot take but the only reason why sasunaru is "the most developed ship with the most chemistry" is because theyre both male characters.

I guarantee you if Naruto was a girl and SHE would be the one to have this unhealthy obsession who was chasing around Sasuke, the fandom would shit on Naruto just as much. And if Sasuke were a girl, Sauce would be sidelined like the rest of the female cast and Naruto would have another male character to have a "brotherly bond" with, because thats the only bond Kishimoto is actually good at developing. Yey for male characters having all the screentime and cool assets <333

And about that confession scene, I get her intentions. I really do. I understand that she did that in order to bring him home and that she cares about him but honey, w-why?? Why lie to him about your feelings?? Supposed he DID believe her, then what? then what kishi???? huh??? Some of her fans point the blame on Sai or whatever but I personally dont see why that scene was at all necessary. Maybe to establish Naruto's feelings for her wasnt all that serious? or his maturity? idk man. That scene was such a clusterfuck.

In the end her development in The Last and in Boruto was immaculate. She had one of the best glow ups in the old gen and ironically enough, her character wasn't butchered in Boruto. She got badass scenes she was cheated from in shippuden. I also love how she's finally getting the spotlight she deserves. Unlike the other konoha 12 :,)))

Okay onto the next female character that Kishi completely wasted. My baby. My light. 🙈 AAAHHH HINATAA.

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN OKAY2 DEEP BREATHS.

Let me just establish this real quick. Hinata's goal was to get stronger because of Naruto, her goal was never to be with Naruto. She wanted to become someone who is worthy enough to stand beside him, someone whom he can consider as an equal, as a partner. She NEVER once said "marrying Naruto-kun is my all time goal UwU" (if youre one of those weirdos who interpret her character that way, youre immediately invalid, go take a hike)

I personally dont have anything against their crushes but to the point of making their personalities revolve around these guys every time theyre onscreen is so fucking frustrating. And with the way he writes their dialogues is so.damn.cringey. Like that one scene in the war arc with Tsunade and Madara

"I mAy bE a WomAn but I aM nOt WeAAKKKK"

BAAHAHAAHHA WHAT?? Everyone else gets coolass monologues and one liners but thats the best you can come up with Kishi?????? Hilarious.

If im being honest. Hinata's character is actually kinda well written. Not well executed. Dear God no. But with the way he set her story, her personality, her chracterization. She's honestly one of the best written female characters on the show. IMO. By Kishi's standards of writing women ofc. She's hands down one of the most complex characters. Her shy personality wasnt out of the blue, it wasnt a cutesy waifu trait. Her abusive upbringing made her that way. Her trauma turned her that way. So yeah, sue her if she looked up to Naruto as an inspiration when everyone else in her family treated her like dust. Shit on her for having Naruto's love light in her dark when her own damn father wouldnt even look her in the eye and her entire clan shunned her because she was "weak." She doesnt owe her family shit so idgaf what they do with the Hyuga clan. Neji and Hanabi aren't included btw

Im not gonna deny that her role in the show was only as the love interest but tbh for a love interest, Im glad her character wasnt so one dimensional. It just pains me SO MUCHHH how fucking wasted she is. Every time she's with Naruto, they always make her into a damsel in distress. They always feel the need to turn Naruto into the heroic prince. How cute.

LIKE THAT ONE SCENE IN THE LAST WHERE SHE'S THROWN IN THE CAGE?? WHY??? LET NARUTO AND HINA FIGHT THAT FREAKING ALIEN GOD TOGETHER. QUIT WITH THE TOXIC MASCULINITY. WE GET IT. NARUTO'S STRONG. GOOD FOR HIM. NOW LETS SEE HINATA THROW HANDS AND PUT NARUTO IN THE CAGE GODAMMIT

Hnggggg dont get me started with her role in Boruto. She's as relevant as a damn houseplant in the manga. They made her into an invisible trophy wife and "the mc's mother" and we all KNOW what happens to the shounen mc's mother once mc is in need of character development :) Quit putting her in the background. Give us that scene where she won against Hanabi DESPITE being retired for years. Give us that scene where she trains Boruto. GIVE US ANY FIGHT SCENE OF HER WHERE HER POTENTIAL ISNT WASTED WTF?¿

Now if you say that Hinata didnt have development. YOURE INVALID. She came from an abusive household, the shyest girl in her class, her insecurities got in the way of her own confidence, had difficulty of standing up for herself now became a loving mother of two, has the guts to kick her husband out of the house(with whom she couldnt even keep eye contact with when she was a kid) became the strongest hyuga, most supportive wife and mother, and has given her kids the comforting childhood she never had as a kid.

She has one of the most beautiful stories in the show and if you think her personality is only Naruto-kun and big boobs, then im sorry that you cant appreciate such a heartwarming story.

And I agree, killing her would honestly make me feel more at ease than continue to see her suffer because of godawful misogynistic writers. But at least let her die in an epic fight. Please. PLEASEE. She got nerfed so bad, i feel a physical pain every time i think about it

Okay what else. I think Ino got pretty good development. Another wasted potential in shippuden but she's doing good for herself in Boruto. I dont know what Temari is up to. They basically made her into another classic angry mom who beats up her husband for comedy trope. Haha very funny and original! Im not sure with her career, im not that invested in the anime.

Tenten??

oh G O D Tenten. The dirtiest of all. Her jokes about her screentime is so mean and i hate that its true ahsjhs. She was the only female character in OG who's goal wanted to be as strong as Tsunade but what did Kishi do to her?? Sidelined. Forgotten. Irrelevant. Like every damn female on the show :D

Konan shouldnt have died. I blame plot armor. I know in my heart that Konan wouldve kicked Obito's ass if it weren't for Kishi's boomer mindset.

Tsunade had so much hype when she was introduced but died down in the war arc. Madara wiped the floor with the kages. Holy shit. Not only that, but yipee! Naruto is there to save the day AGAIN!!!!

AND UGHHHH If the female characters were given proper treatment then maybe MAYBE all the endgame couples wouldve made fucking sense????¿¿¿

I think that ends my rant. Im not sure how the female characters in Boruto are handled. Except maybe Sarada (she's pretty well executed in the manga imo). But arguably they are sooo much better handled in Boruto than how the old gen girls were. And thats because Kishi isnt anywhere near the new gen female cast. I cant formulate a solid opinion with the other new gen female cast since im not entirely invested in the anime. Not ashamed to admit that I only watch it for the sunshine moments and for Hinata :DD

#and *scene #salty char.txt #char complains about Naruto AGAIN #yey #please end my suffering #i need to leave this fandom what am i still doing here #naruto #day 202 of WTF KISHI #i think i got that out of my system

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