#i do need it. but god knows i don't deserve it.

[eraserbread]

God forbid a girl asks for some ex-husband kento (pls 🥺)

kento really should leave. it's obvious -- this is not his home anymore.

no, it's his daughters and ex-wife's. he handed it over like stone once the divorce went final, wanting his girl to grow up in spacious security. he'll sign on a lackluster one-bedroom in the city just so all of his money can flow into keeping you afloat.

though you're perpetually trapped by him, using a bank account he monitors and living in a home you don't pay for, he still gives you grace. it's because he's guilty. kento knows he fucked you over, it's why he's pacing your bedroom door where he knows you're asleep.

he's a good dad, carving out time between missions to run and take his daughter to school. it's the one constant his little girl has, and in first grade, she's old enough to understand that he's never really around.

it's why he has her hello kitty lunch box tight in his grip that she left in his car today. he knows you need to pack it for tomorrow and would likely freak out if you lost it, so he needed to hand it to you personally.

or, that's what he tells himself to justify the anxious pacing. he needs to swallow that familiar need for you that brews in his bones and leaves him tossing and turning through his sleepless nights. It's only been a year without you; surely he can handle a lifetime, right?

all he was going to do was drop the box on your nightstand, send a quick text, and be on his way. but, you had other ideas.

it was his stupid pacing; it woke you up, and now you were staring at the windowless wall, scowling into nothingness. blankets are bunched neatly at your lace-covered waist, wrapped in a honeymoon artifact you used to show off for your husband, now your insecure ex who doesn't speak more than two sentences at a time.

unless, it's to tell you to be obedient, or stop talking.

this time, it's you who initiates the talking. "what are you doing?"

you can't see the tense in his shoulders when he realizes you're awake. he thought he could get lucky, sneaking around like a criminal. you wouldn't give him luck -- he doesn't deserve peace.

"just dropping off rin's bento box." the hard plastic hits your side table, and you shudder. his voice is deep like he's tired. "she ran out of my car like she was mad this evening... all to see you. she's a mother's girl, not like I can blame her much."

"she has like eight bentos, you could've left it."

kento sighs, letting your words overtake and shove his efforts right back in his face. "it's her favorite."

"she has eight favorites."

"okay." he deadpans. "anything else i'm doing wrong? or that I don't know?"

"nanami, we'd be here all night if I told you the truth." with every sentence, it's becoming increasingly obvious that you won't be getting much sleep. you sit up, pulling your blankets around your half-decent body. "say it. whatever it is that brought you here with the excuse of a bento."

you know better than to expect kento to listen, but you don't expect him to round the expanse of the bed, dropping to his knees right next to you. he attempts to reach for your tangled hand, but you swat him away, gaze full of indignant fires.

"forgive me... please." he's muttering, head dipped in embarrassment. since he gave you up, he's realized it as his biggest mistake. he can't calm the burning within him at night, he can't stand going back to his old ways - convenience store dinners and storefront sandwiches. but, he also can't let you be dragged into his work again. He could see the effect it pulled you into, the worry that ate you alive every time you saw him. but, there must be an answer, some alternative to cold-turkey. you are an addiction.

"forgive you? forgive you for what? breaking apart our family? giving up? giving in to your cowardice? i don't think you understand -- you leaving me doesn't just affect you and I, it affects rin in ways we won't see until it's eating us alive. that's on you. it's your fault." always level-headed, always the voice of reason even if it's painful. kento nods, but can't look at you.

"forgive... me..." he pleads, emotionless and unblinking at the rugged floor. "...please."

you scoff, pushing away from him on the bed. you crawl to the other side, the side nanami left the bento, and take it as an excuse to run from this situation.

"you're just going to walk away?"

"yes! because i'm not dealing with your bullshit." he follows you out into the hallway, past your sleeping daughters room and into the kitchen. you can feel his shadowed eyes staring at the jutting expose of your ass through the nightgown, but for some reason it doesn't bother you. emotionally, you're as disconnected as possible, but your body still likes him. i mean, it's undeniable, kento will always be the most attractive man you've ever, ever seen.

it was not you who cut those ties. never you.

and he's crowding you as you turn on the faucet, opening rin's box and putting it under. kento is on you the entire time, but he actually corners you against the sink, huge body caging you in, hands planted at your either side. his breathing is nasally and pathetic. you're scowling.

"...ignore that."

you're squinting, trying to gauge what you're ignoring. then, you can feel it. anger rises your body temperature. an erection, pressing right between the swells of your loosely covered ass. "you're genuinely so unbelievable."

you've begun washing the dish, spinning soapy water in the painted pink plastic as he breathes on your neck. you wish you can push him away and lessen him to a lifetime of sexual pining and angst, but you're stoic.

the dish is washed, you're turning around, breathless. and just as you go to close your hand over his cheek and give in, a tiny voice from the hallway catches you.

"mama?" your little girl whines, one eye cracked open in the harshness of the lights. she's all messy-haired, red-faced and sleepy. in her left hand hangs a tattered kuromi doll. "I heard... dad..."

you've never pushed kento away like this, but he's being pushed, taking it like it's nothing, too. he understands that whatever rin needs comes first - he's okay not being at your attention.

and he loves seeing you two interact as you sweep her up in your safe arms. rin settles on your hip, long legs kicking into the air as she rests on your shoulder. "sleepy."

"i know, my baby." you coo, running a hand through her hair. "want me to put you back to sleep?"

staring at her twin, her dad, rin nods her sleepy head, using a fist to tug at her right eye. "dad... bye, daddy."

"bye, my princess." kento stands from his lean on the counter, closing in to kiss rin on the cheek. he lingers for a moment, peeking up to your unreadable gaze. you make him feel so little, now. like he hardly exists as a human, let alone the father of your child and the man you loved for over a decade. "sleep well. be nice to your mama, too. I'll be here to take you to school tomorrow."

as you tuck your girl back into bed, she's peaceful. "mama? are you and dad happy again? will he live here again?"

kneeling at her bedside, you smooth the blankets over her figure, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "probably not."

she whines close-eyed, turning her face away from you. "I didn't do anything to make you mad, so why is it my fault?"

"what? rin, dad and i not being together is entirely our fault." you're mindful to the core when speaking to her, deciding it better not to pin blame on you or kento, just for the respect of her mentality.

she whines again, shoving away from your touch defiantly. she's holding kuromi like she's stressed, and it kills you.

"please, mama. please fix it."

[lufyuu]

Yandere God drabble

Plot based on a dnd character's backstory

[Keep in mind that when they were adults when they were created]

Bottom male reader

Tw/s: possible dub-con, tentacles, yandere obv

So imagine two Gods who lived with nothing but love and admiration for one another. The both of them grew up together—even if the concept of growing old was foreign to Immortal beings. You, are one of the two Gods. The other had admired you from afar as soon as he was given life. Your radiant smile and energy meant everything to him—so he worked up the courage to talk to you. All he remembers from that day was how nervous and full he felt from your presence alone. It was as if he had been searching for you all his life despite having _just_ been created. His hand grabbed yours gently, bringing it up near his lips and before letting his lips touch the back of your hand, he looks up for permission to which you grant.

And from then on, the love story bloomed. He dedicated most of his time towards loving and praising you. He vowed to always protect you, which is why he became the God of Protection. It was not only for the mortals, but also for his beloved. Spoiling you felt like an honor to him. Seeing your joyful expression and reactions only motivated him to work harder, to fulfill his duties quicker so he could spend more time with you afterwards. For a few thousand years, the two of you walked the path of immortality together, never looking back–only at each other with loving eyes.

That was until you fell from grace. Casted out and killed like you meant nothing to them despite being a God yourself. When your spouse found out, he weeped and weeped, falling into a great state of depression, wanting to see you again, to touch you to hold you. He searched for thousands of years to bring you back, never getting over the grief of not having you by his side.

And when he did have you back, he vowed to never let you go. You were never going to get out of his sight. He would keep you by his side at all times. Wrapping his tentacles around you to prevent your escape attempts. He became even more attentive and possessive. The slightest interaction with another drives him absolutely insane with jealousy and anger. He's the only one you need by your side. Nobody else deserves your attention—you're way too good for them. He'll just have to fuck that into you. Starting with wrapping his tentacles around your body, acting as rope to restrain you as he gets his way with you. The two of you have done this countless times before so, why are you so shy now? His hand trails up the thin piece of clothing you call a 'shirt,' reaching your nipples just to squeeze them, your mouth letting out sounds you had never made, at least not that you know of. Meanwhile, the God of Protection enjoys every second of it, hearing your moans once more turns him on so much you wouldn't understand. After thousands of years of not doing it, he's glad to finally have you under him, all vulnerable and cute.

His movements are rough, his big cock doesn't help either. Then only thing saving you is him preparing you properly. He would whisper sweet things into your ears, face crazed and blushing like a mad man. A lot of "I love you"'s and praises. If you beg enough, he might even fuck you with his tentacles whilst he works. Don't expect him to be able to hold back though, he really can't stand a second not being inside you.

He'll defy all those stupid heavenly rules just for you. Who'll stop him? Afterall, he's their most important asset. Even if you don’t remember your past, he'll make sure you never leave him, ever again.

[aptericia]

I've realized that a lot of people (not just on tumblr, but irl as well) don't really know how to respond, emotionally, to strangers asking for money. This is not anyone's fault, of course! I grew up in a densely populated city where I would encounter beggars every time I went out of the house, so it doesn't stress me out at all. A lot of people aren't as used to it though, so here are some tips to keep in mind:

Not donating to someone in need does not make you a bad person. Even if you can afford it, money/time/mood-wise.

Accidentally donating to a scammer also does not make you a bad person.

When it comes to giving individual strangers a few bucks, it's basically pointless to try to deduce their authenticity. If you try, you are probably either a) relying on "vibes"/"common sense" which is extremely prone to emotional whims, demographic-based bias, etc. or b) spending WAY too much time on research.

Many beggars will make you uncomfortable. They will be mentally ill, or bigoted, or they'll say "God bless you" to people who don't believe in God, or they'll lie/exaggerate to garner more sympathy. This doesn't mean they aren't deserving of help, but it may mean that you can't/don't personally help them. Both things are true.

Related to the above: scroll past, block those accounts, filter those tags, avoid those streets, kindly interrupt that person and walk off.

If dealing with individuals is too stressful, you can always donate to trusted organizations instead! These are easier to research and may be more efficient. You can also volunteer for these!

Others aren't necessarily gullible because they choose to donate. Others aren't necessarily uncaring because they choose not to donate. Don't judge, especially if it's not someone you know.

Please don't spread unproven "facts" about individuals just to make others agree with your choice. Again, see the first three bullet points.

In short, your approach to donation should be based off YOU, your values and lifestyle, not the person you're donating to... because you know a lot more about yourself than them! If something makes you feel good or gives you energy/incentive to create positive change, then do it! If it makes you anxious, ashamed, or burnt out, then don't do it!

It may seem like a big deal when people ask for money because it probably is a big deal to them, and they will act accordingly! But the reality is, you and I can't afford that much emotional investment to every stranger on the planet. Individual donations are one of many, many different needs in our society, and having a massive moral dilemma over them every time is not healthy✌️

[ysrjune]

໒꒱ You should let me love you ★

LET ME BE THE ONE TO GIVE U EVERYTHING U WANT AND NEED - Mario (and Anakin, highkey..)

ts so ahh

Anakin so badly wished that you would just give him a chance to show him how good he could treat you even if he had to be secretive about it to the order. "Why don't you just give in?" He'd asked you one evening. "The worse that can happen is not being into my romancing." Anakin smirked, looking into your eyes. "We can't be together, Anakin. you're a padawan, soon to be a Jedi Knight. And I'm just a girl from the city." But you were also the girl he wanted more than anything. He often spent his breaks visiting you at the small shop you worked at.

"You should forget about our roles and start focusing on what we could be. Do you really think it matters to me that you work at a coffee joint?" He joked. "You know that's not what I mean." You sigh, locking up a few things as he followed you around. "Then what do you mean. Please just tell me." He pleas. "What's keeping you from me? And don't give me that 'because you're going to be a jedi' nonsense. Give me another legit reason. A good one." Anakin crossed his arms in annoyance. "Is it like an ex boyfriend or something like that?" A hint of jealousy in his tone.

"No. I just.. I don't think Im right for you. You deserve someone who's actually doing something big in her life." You shrug, now washing dishes. Anakin groaned and ran his hands down his face. "So it seriously is because you work at a coffee shop. My God." He leans against the counter. "How old are you? 18? I don't expect you to be, like, a CEO of something or whatever. I like you because you make me feel stuff. You make me laugh and give me butterflies whenever I see you." You ignored him. "I could take care of you, you know? If you're into that sort of thing." He speaks up again. "I think im tough guy who'll be making the big bucks." He tries to bring in some humor.

"Yeah, I'm even bulking up. In a couple years I'll be looking insane." He flexes, making you laugh. "Okay, Anakin. Whatever you say." You shake your head. "So that's a yes, then. You're finally giving me a chance." He states. You cock an eyebrow at him. "No, I didnt say-", "Well thats how im taking it. No backing away from it, you know you wanna." He winks and presses a kiss to your cheek. "I have to get going. Master's probably wondering where I am.. I'm supposed to be in a "very important meeting," He air-quotes. "Anakin!"

"Bye."

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaasxo @anakinca @dollfilmz @alexlovesysrjune @sockiess @sythethecarrot @speaknow-sw @loveamira

[writinginatree]

If He Were Better At This...

Relationship(s): Bodhi Durran & Xaden Riorson & Riorson!reader

Summary: Raising his little sister isn't easy for Xaden.

Warnings: Bittersweet angst, parentification, jealousy, mentions of apostasy trauma, Xaden low-key has anxiety. Set during Iron Flame.

@littleemissperfecttt requested: XADEN GETS JEALOUS OF Y/N AND BHODIS CLOSE RELATIONSHIP as y/n is more close to bhodi than she could ever be with xaden

(Sorry it took so long, I kinda struggled to come up with a scenario for this, but I hope you still like it!)

Landing in the valley above Aretia after a tiresome three-day mission, Xaden is greeted by the sight of you and Bodhi wrestling in the dirt. Your laughter is balm on his weary soul, but the feeling of peace it brings only lasts a second, quickly replaced by panicked irritation. You should not be up here — only riders and fliers are allowed to enter this valley, not civilians like you.

Sgaeyl gives an amused huff as she stalks off to find her mate. "We do not mind the little one's presence."

Well, that's good. At least he doesn't have to worry about his own damn dragon scorching you for trespassing.

But even if Sgaeyl thinks it's fine, the fact remains that you shouldn't be in the valley. If you keep getting away with ignoring all the rules just because Xaden is your brother, there will be trouble eventually. The fliers already feel underprivileged; if they get the idea Xaden is favoring his own people, the dissent will grow until the situation escalates completely.

Luckily, the group of first-years practicing lesser magics nearby doesn't seem to be paying the two of you any mind. Then again, maybe it's just that they already lost interest. You could have been here for hours already for all he knows — it's even possible that this isn't the first time Bodhi brought you into the valley. Xaden is all too aware that his cousin never has the heart to tell you off for following him around, even when he's going places you aren't supposed to go.

Xaden might wield shadows, but you practically are one, always trailing after Bodhi unless forcibly kept away. The trauma of the apostasy has left its marks on you, mentally as well as physically. Dad's execution, the long separation from Xaden and Bodhi that followed it, the lies drilled into you like brainwashing. It's really no wonder you don't want to be apart from Xaden and especially Bodhi now that you're finally reunited. And it's no surprise either that you cling to Bodhi more than him; he's been your favorite for as long as Xaden remembers, and, unlike Xaden, he's always here.

Xaden tries not to be bitter about it. He knows it doesn't mean you don't love him too, you're just closer with Bodhi.

But it's not fair. Xaden is your brother, not Bodhi. Yet he'll never be able to have as lighthearted a relationship with you as Bodhi does, because he's the one in charge. Not just of Aretia and, partly, the revolution, no, more importantly, he's in charge of you.

It's a walk on knife's edge, trying to balance between showing you the love you deserve and teaching you the strength and discipline you'll need to survive if the war isn't over by the time you're old enough to participate.

The thought nauseates Xaden every time it comes to his mind. He'll do anything so it never comes to that. They have to win, so you can grow up safe, without the fear and responsibility Xaden himself was burdened with when he was just a handful of years older than you are now. But there's no guarantee they can defeat the venin, no guarantee he'll be able to keep you safe, so, despise it as he might, he's doing his best to prepare you for the worst.

But gods, how he hates it.

You seem so young laughing there in the grass, and yet you've already been through so much — too much. He could watch you all day like that, innocent and carefree, the only indicators that you're not like other kids the rebellion relic crawling up your neck and the dark circles under your eyes. Xaden knows your nightmares are worse when you know he's away, but, as with so many things, the war leaves him no choice.

Walking over to where you're playing, still oblivious to Xaden's presence, he contemplates what to do. He doesn't want to spoil your moment of fun by getting mad about you being where you shouldn't. Even if the mere thought of you in the dragons' proximity sends cold fear through his body, you aren't in immediate danger. Maybe he can just convince you to walk down to the house with him, and give Bodhi an earful for bringing you into the valley later, when you won't have to hear. He can explain to you why it's not safe some other time.

But then your play fighting has you rolling much too close to Cuir for Xaden's liking, and instinct takes over. Your shadow springs to life, lifting you into the air by the back of your shirt.

"That's enough, now," Xaden says, aiming for a tone of mild authority like he remembers his father using. Xaden never quite gets it right. Much too frequently he speaks more harshly to you than intended, and other times, he overcorrects and loses all strictness. He can never seem to find the middle ground.

Sharp longing for his father bubbles up in his chest. Xaden shoves it away. Dad is gone, and can't help him. Raising you is on him and Bodhi now, unsuited to the task though they might be.

Xaden knows his cousin sees him as a role model, has always wanted to be like him, but it's times like this that Xaden wishes he were more like Bodhi. Softer. Kinder. Better at feelings. Of course there's no replacing the parents you lost, but if Xaden were better at this, maybe the hole they left in your life wouldn't still ache quite so badly. If he were better at this, maybe you and him could be closer. If he were better at this, maybe it would be him you go to when you have a nightmare, would be him you insist on sitting beside at meals.

Quickly, he shuts that train of thought down, too. It won't get him anywhere.

Despite his slightly too sharp tone, you don't even have the decency to look apologetic — no, you just beam at him. "Xaden! You're back!"

He nods, shadows setting you gently down on your feet.

It's hard to stay irritated when you're so obviously happy to see him, your smile a reminder that while you love Bodhi more, you do love Xaden too. Xaden has to remind himself to remain strict despite it.

He hates that he has to be the responsible one, ruining all your fun. That is exactly why you like Bodhi better.

Part of him would like nothing more than to join your roughhousing and forget about the war and all his problems for a little while, but the rest of him knows he can't afford to do that. What would that look like, the Duke of Aretia — even if only his fellow traitors view him as such — rolling around in the dirt? It's bad enough that Bodhi doesn't seem to care about his reputation, but Xaden can't afford not to care. And it's not just about appearances, either. It isn't safe for you to be this close to all these dragons and the practicing first-years with no proper control over their magic.

"Yeah, I'm back," he nods, accepting a brief hug before peering down at you with a raised brow. "What're you doing up here?"

"Bodhi was showing me some new moves. Do you wanna see?"

Regretfully, Xaden shakes his head. He would like to see what progress you've made with your combat training, but he doesn't have the time. The Assembly will want his report as soon as possible, but first, Xaden needs to talk to Bodhi and make sure he'll keep you out of the valley in the future.

"Maybe later. For now, I want you to go inside."

The words taste bitter on his tongue, the disappointment on your face cutting sharper than any blade he's ever felt. Belatedly, he realizes that sending you back to the house on your own when you know very well he's about to go inside too must make you feel like he doesn't want to be around you.

He fucking hates disappointing you, and yet, it seems to be all he ever does.

"Can't I—"

"No," he cuts your protests short, forcing himself to use what Violet calls the wingleader voice. He always feels bad when he uses it on you, but it's the only way to make you listen. "Get inside and wash up. Now. You know you're supposed to sit in on the Assembly meeting tonight, and you're not doing so with grass in your hair."

You grumble something unintelligible, but head for the path leading down to Riorson House, hopefully to do as he said.

Xaden knows you don't much like when he drags you along to meetings, bored by politics and strategy alike, but you need to learn. If anything happens to him, you might be in charge someday. You're Aretia's future, their insurance.

Once you've disappeared around the bend of the path, Xaden turns to glare at Bodhi, hissing, "What the fuck were you thinking bringing her up here?!"

His cousin, unflinching in the face of Xaden's temper, is quick to try and soothe him. "I know, I know. No civilians allowed. But Cuir said it's okay."

Xaden won't let himself be placated that easily, pointedly ignoring that Sgaeyl had said much the same thing. "Cuir doesn't speak for every dragon," he shoots back. "What if one of the others disagrees and attacks her?"

"Cuir would protect her. He hasn't let her out of his sight for a second, and neither have I."

"Oh? Aren't you supposed to be watching over the first-years?"

Xaden knows he's not being fair. Bodhi was just trying to brighten your day, to spend some quality time with you — something both of them don't get to do nearly enough. He would never consciously endanger you.

"I can do both." Bodhi sighs. "Look, I know she's supposed to stay in the fortress, but she's going crazy with boredom. This just seemed like a good opportunity to take her outside for a bit. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first, but I promise she wasn't in danger for even a second. You know I'd never let anything happen to her."

Xaden also sighs. "I know. I just— I don't like having her anywhere near the dragons."

He doesn't need to elaborate on why exactly the idea makes him so uneasy. Bodhi is just as aware as he is of what would have happened six years ago if Xaden hadn't made the deal that prevented all of them from sharing their parents' fate — execution by dragonfire, even for the youngest. A thought that will never stop haunting Xaden, no matter the scar on his back promising your safety.

"I know," Bodhi echos. "But we can trust our own dragons with her."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Alright. I guess she can come to the valley with you so long as she sticks to your side." Which he knows you will — you always do. "Just make sure she knows she's not allowed to enter it alone. Under no circumstances, ever."

Bodhi smiles. "Already told her that, but it probably won't hurt if you tell her again, too."

"I will," Xaden says, turning to follow you. Maybe he can catch up to you and walk the rest of the way to the house together.

[alicelillianshaw]

Alice's cheeks round and round in a smile— grin growing so wide that it almost hurt.

'Well, I would’ve asked. All the time. About everything.'

Hmm. Alice would have liked that. Would have like that a lot.

Fuck.

Honestly?

All this talk only highlighted how sad Alice is that they didn't know each other earlier— that they weren't meeting over a work interview, over the wreckage of a political scandal. They could have met in English Literature. Maybe ceramics, if they were in need of an elective.

Jack would have pestered her, and Alice would have retaliated, and it was very likely they wouldn't have spent more than five minutes apart.

Alice's mom would probably invite him over for dinner— Jack could explain how he'd executed his sky-writing plan so perfectly.

God.

If only they'd had that.

But they have today, here at the falls.

And Jack.

Still holding her hand. Now looking at Alice with a gleam that looked ... alert. His eyes seemed to be darting everywhere.

'Yeah. Yes,'

Her brows raise. It almost sounded very emphatic, his answer.

'I’ll do anything.'

Anything? Alice's brows climb steadily higher as Jack expands upon his answer.

'I’d … walk on broken glass. Jump off this rock. Carry you all the way down these steps, to my car.'

'To be a good boy for you.'

The gleam in his eye could almost be described as fevered. Alice wasn't sure, but— he didn't seem as if he was overly joking, or exaggerating for effect much.

Not much.

Her brows knit together. Alice stares for a moment. How intense. How impulsive.

How very Jack.

Fuck, that heat in her abdomen was back for some reason.

Alice straightens and appraises.

"Well," she begins. "I don't need you to do all that."

"Yet."

A smile stretches across her lips. Yeah. He looked extra handsome like this, for some reason.

"...You can just keep being this amount of good and that should be sufficient...."

Jack had shivered. Without thinking, Alice reaches forward, pushes a lock of his hair back over his head, as if settling him into place— tidying up.

"Just like this."

She smiles. Fuck. He was so fucking ... endearing. Intriguing, if she was being honest, this very earnest tone he had just adopted it. Alice's skin felt prickly all over. Maybe all that earnestness did deserve a reward.

"I think you've earned New Mexico."

"I would have said yes, obviously. To every time you would ask me something."

Something about this statement. Jack didn’t feel it was fair to compare, but — he thought about his marriage, and how little patience his ex seemed to have for him. It already felt different with Alice — in this make believe high school scenario.

“Well, I would’ve asked. All the time. About everything.”

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Jack watched as Alice pondered over his question. She had no reason to say yes to New Mexico. He wouldn’t have blamed her, actually, if she drew it out until the very last day of her visit. Or if she revoked the points simply because he'd asked.

Whatever rules she established — well. Jack would try to play by them.

She placed her other hand atop of his, and it made his chest feel all tight and warm.

"...You have been a very good boy today, haven't you?"

Jack smirked. Well. Yeah, he liked to think so. He found himself nodding, leaning in for the simple pleasure of being closer to her.

“Yeah. Yes,” he finally answered. Jack’s eyes bounced around her features — her eyes, nose, mouth. God. He briefly wondered what would have happened if he’d kissed her earlier.

“I’ll do anything.”

Alice in his Yale t-shirt. Yeah. He would've done anything. They were just getting bolder and bolder, weren’t they? This was a lot to reveal to someone after only two days. But he trusted Alice.

“I’d … walk on broken glass. Jump off this rock. Carry you all the way down these steps, to my car.”

Jack swallowed.

“To be a good boy for you.”

Could she tell that he really meant it? Jack shivered.

[dramalove247]

Preparing for episode 7 of Top Form 🤢

a Dori 🐠 rambles post

Look, I love me some serious pain and drama in my series. Though I don't mind some fluffy series, most of my favorites hurt me badly. I love to live in my fictional characters' pain and go along for the ride with them. But I was NOT PREPARED for episode 6 of Top Form.

I often experience a wide range of intense emotions while watching series, but I am rarely triggered by them, even when they do something I find horrifying. I can obsess and live in the pain of characters, but this effected me on a completely other level and I was completely triggered. There is no other explanation for what I experienced last week. That was BAD. And even when I walked away, gave myself time, and came back, everything that came after the initial assault/rape made it worse.

Let me be clear, objectively, episode 6 was VERY WELL DONE. That was hugely the problem. It was TOO real. Akin's confusion and fear, shame, lies, withdrawal. They all made sense. The way we were along for that ride was the best AND worst at the same time. And Jin's insecurity and fear and pain at feeling betrayed is so understandable. And it was DEVISTATING! I know it would have not been true to the characters and their relationship, still I had desperately needed Jin to just hug Akin and let him cry and feel safe and loved. But instead we got a very real and understandable reaction by both characters caught up in their own pain and emotions, neither able to give the other what they needed in that moment because they were both falling apart. Objectively, it was so well written and acted and treated with the full weight the topic deserves. And I can appreciate that they did it well and "right" instead of giving me the quick fix I wanted/needed... once I was able to step back from the emotions. But in that moment, I didn't care how good or real they made it because I was not okay.

I've mostly emotionally recovered from the gut punch that broke me last week, though I am feeling increasingly anxious as we get closer to the next episode. Originally I was planning to wait to watch episode 7 until someone gave me hope that there would be some sort of emotional safety for Akin. But I think I have decided I want to see where they take it this week, even if it isn't resolved quickly.

I'll be patient, but here's what I NEED from this series:

I don't give a shit if it turns out to be assault or rape, Johnny is a predator for what he did. Period. Do not try to paint him as anything else. I'm going to see RED if everything is considered not a big deal if it turns out Johnny didn't actually fuck Akin. I don't care. There is no gray area here. Johnny is deplorable.

Akin understands that he is a victim and isn't responsible for what happened to him so he can begin to heal. This show needs to be clear that what happened to Akin is 100% wrong.

Jin realizes that Akin is a victim and takes back all accusations of infidelity.

I really don't want to see the toxic forgiveness shit in this series. Please don't let Akin forgive him and please don't try to make us sympathize with Johnny.

Wish list: Please let Akin get angry, specifically at Johnny. I am literally sick that he has to face Johnny at work and is too caught up in his shame and guilt to treat him like the predator he is.

As much as I had wanted them to fix that shit ASAP, they better handle this well or they shouldn't have done it at all. I'm going to cut myself off here before I let myself ramble any more.

A prayer for the BL gods: Please let me respect this show and the story they are telling.

Please take care of yourself and protect your mental and emotional health. Hugs for everyone that needs one.

[dislikabledionysian]

Can I have a safe space to ramble a bit about reconstructionists? Just seeing the posts over the last few days have recemented some feelings I have and I don’t really have anyone to bounce them off of-

And for one I completely respect reconstructionsists! I think there absolutely is value in studying how Hellenic polytheism operated and was integrated into every day life. It’s a part of history and deserves to be covered and I love to concept of being able to bring back some older traditions into our modern day practices even if they are separated by thousands of years. And it’s really good to reflect on how these gods existed originally outside of modern interpretation.

I just really feel squicked out by the… elitism? that a lot of reconstructionists I’ve encountered hold. Just this idea that they know the right way to worship the gods and all of us to who mix our practices into our modern lives or work with our modern limitations are actually doing it all wrong.

I never really like this line of thinking that the gods are confused or turned off by modern customs and changes. As if they are incapable of evolving past the period of time we classify as Ancient Greece. As if Greece is a place that doesn’t still exist as a modern location. If that makes sense?

There’s also the fact that the period of time we recognize as Ancient Greece existed a couple thousand years ago- and the period of time where helpol was working was also over several hundred years itself (talking more as the “main” religion of the region yknow?).

I just feel that it’s inauthentic for reconstructionists to constantly peddle this idea that they are worshipping in this true old way- when there’s no doubt in my mind that helpol existed and changed so much from its inception to the time it “ended”. If anything, their own practices can really only cover brief periods of time.

I could go on but I think I’ll end it there- hopefully this made sense, some of these thoughts I don’t fully know how to articulate, but thanks for listening <3

You honestly just put everything I've been thinking for so long into words. TOTAL reconstruction is fully and completely impossible because of how old and lost to time the religion is

I want to obviously say that I LOVE reconstructionists, I'm friends with many and most of them are wonderful people full of respect and a passion for learning. It's just a few bad apples.

But holy shit I so agree. It's a dick measuring contest of who knows the most about the absolutely miniscule amount of information we have. And learning and reading up on stuff is good, it's GREAT!! we all SHOULD be! But at the same time, we're all human, and it's a lot of information that's hard to find, hard to understand, and needs an insane amount of cross referencing. It's HARD.

honestly I don't even have more to add. You were so well spoken and put it all so well. Thank you for finding me a safe space to share this 🩷

[little-one-eyed-monsters]

Smart Chisanupong working as a night market vendor in Bangkok at age 18 (as captured by a Filipino travel vlogger; 5:00 min mark):

Am I the only one who didn't know this? As if we needed more reasons to make Smart insanely successful in the industry. Give this talented man all the interesting and complex roles! Give him an album! A dance concert! Make this wonderful guy trend.

Looked into it a bit, and Smart did mention during the press run for Don't Say No that he worked odd jobs to help pay for school and his auditions (he just didn't mention what jobs). He wasn't able to do the New Thitipoom route where you get scouted out of the blue to join the industry. Instead, Smart went the Daou Pittaya method and kept auditioning for boy band/idol positions (hence the formal dance training).

This origin story really explains why Smart always comes off as very passionate, down-to-earth, and respectful during his fan interactions and interviews. He knows the value of hard work and is trying his best not to take any opportunity for granted. He's trying to make it through sheer will alone, and judging from his MDL it hasn't been easy. Years in the industry and Top Form is his first breakout role, under a new company that doesn't have the fame or marketing that other competitors have. You can tell this newfound fame for him and Boom is organic.

Of course, I have nothing against insanely rich BL boys like Nouel Nuttarat, Nat Natasit, or even Tul Pakorn. I find it funny to know that they have all the money in the world to literally do anything they wanted (Noeul collects luxury cars, Nat owns buildings, and Tul's family are business moguls dear God), yet they choose to entertain us through Boys' Love of all things. Even our nepo babies like Gun Attaphan and Tay Tawan have earned my respect, because they're using both talent and resources to actually star in diverse and interesting content that's helping push the boundaries of the genre. Heck, Smart's partner Boom is a nepo baby, and he is still 100% an acting marvel.

So good on them. But there's just something so satisfying about seeing underdog talents like Smart become successful in the industry, too. He deserves to be just as famous as the Noeuls and Guns of Thailand. I hope Smart gets all the opportunities moving forward.

P.S. Amazingly accurate casting choice there for Jin and Akin. The casting directors did their homework in hiring Smart and Boom, well done.

P.P.S. As a fellow Filipino, I condemn the gross behavior of this vlogger and their friends during that interaction with Smart. They had no business perving on an 18 year-old boy, a private individual, who was just trying to do his job. Smart was respectful and accommodating all the way, but don't think that coercing the boy's address and contact details is acceptable behavior.

[imperatorrrrr]

T, in honour of devils playoffs and to hopefully remain positive during these crazy times, I have some silly devils questions. if you could pick one player for each of the categories, who would you choose?

One player to miraculously avoid any kind of further injury during the playoff run. like not even a scraped knuckle kind of invincibility.

In that same thread, one player who's on IR to come back in full health but the catch is none of the other injured players will return for the rest of playoffs.

One player to score a history-worthy game-clinching goal that everyone talks about until September.

One player that will most likely give a playoff quote so bizarre during interviews that people begin to meme him and it gets utterly out of hand. He thinks it'll die down over summer but come September the first question he gets is that meme once more.

And last but not least, one player that the bus leaves behind AGAIN. Could be a player that wasn't part of the Original Abandoned Four but could also be a player that was part of the Original Abandoned Four (tragic.)

have fun! 🦭

omg these are so fun, lets go!

One player to miraculously avoid any kind of further injury during the playoff run. like not even a scraped knuckle kind of invincibility. I'm going to be incredibly myself and incredibly predictable and say that Nico Hischier should get this one. That's the heart and soul of this team. Has had a career year offensively. This team can't seem to win a face off without him. And he deserves to see real playoff success. He didn't have a stellar offensive playoffs last go around.

In that same thread, one player who's on IR to come back in full health but the catch is none of the other injured players will return for the rest of playoffs. This one's tough because I think Siegs missing is actually the thing thats got us in the hole we're in and I'm going to be use some out of the box thinking to say Luke hasn't been placed on IR yet, so if I don't choose him he'll be able to come back. But I mean there's only one answer to this and its Jack Hughes. I miss him so much. I miss his smile I miss his skating I miss his goal scoring. I miss his everything. And so does the team. And so does Nico. Plus, I think his return would truly do numbers for us. Emotionally, hockey-ily, etc.

One player to score a history-worthy game-clinching goal that everyone talks about until September. This is my own personal agenda (and maybe also @jonasiegenthaler's agenda), but this will have to be Simon Nemec. I am very concerned about my boy's future on this team and I need him to have a memorable playoffs so the fanbase will shut up about trading him and so they let Luke keep his boyfriend. I think if he scores a history worthy game clinching goal that might gain him some respite from all the god damn discourse.

One player that will most likely give a playoff quote so bizarre during interviews that people begin to meme him and it gets utterly out of hand. He thinks it'll die down over summer but come September the first question he gets is that meme once more. The first player that came to my mind was in fact Cody Glass and you know what I'm going to stick to it. I feel he is so wholesome that he's going to say something he thinks is so innocuous, but ends up being something insane. Like when I was younger and I was getting a ride home from Mock Trial from my friend's parents and they asked me if I had a good time at Mock Trial and I wanted to say "we were just jerking around" like being silly goosey and instead I said "we were just jerking off" and the entire car fell silent.

And last but not least, one player that the bus leaves behind AGAIN. Could be a player that wasn't part of the Original Abandoned Four but could also be a player that was part of the Original Abandoned Four (tragic.) Okay, so I was originally gonna say Bratter because I think he would never find himself in such a situation, he's too on top of things and it would be high comedy if he did, but there is actually a correct answer to this and its Luke Hughes. Very much in the style of that scene from Home Alone where Nico wants to pass something back to Luke on the bus and it goes through the whole team "pass this to Luke" and then comes back with a "Luke's not here" and then you have a zoom in on Nico's face going "LUKE!" Cue Luke playing on his Nintendo DS waiting on the curb for the bus to come back for him.

[poisonousivy616]

𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕮𝕽 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕯𝕽

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ. 🐍🖤 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

"You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."

—Morpheus, The Matrix

Hi babes!! ♡

We all have a reason we're drawn to our DRs, right?

Maybe it's to live out a dream career, meet our comfort characters, wield powers that override the rules of this world —or maybe it's just to date Draco Malfoy (no judgement, I get it <3)

But here's the thing. I know that for a lot of us, reality shifting started as an escape. An escape from pain, trauma , and instability from a CR that felt too heavy, too limiting, too harsh.

And I want you to know—I see that.

I honor that.

Your struggles are real and your feelings are valid.

But...what if I told you that your CR could be just as beautiful as your DR?

What if you didn't have to leave this reality to feel joy, peace, love, and magic?

Because babe—if you're a law of assumption girlie like me—you know the truth:

༺♰༻You are the operant power.

༺♰༻You are God of your reality.

༺♰༻There are no limits here.

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕯𝕽 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

What do you love about your DR?

Let's really look at this.

What is it about your DR that makes your heart ache in the best way?

The aesthetic? The relationships? The version of you that exists there?

Okay, now: bring that here.

You can literally manifest it into your CR.

We're always scripting for our DRs: our dream appearance, our wardrobe, our apartment, our besties, our soulmate, our dream career...

Why not do the same for your CR?

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕮𝕽 𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕯𝕽 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

How do you turn your CR into your DR?

༺♰༻Make a Pinterest board for your CR aesthetic

༺♰༻Script your friendships—the kind of moments you want to share, the way your friends uplift you, the adventures you go on

༺♰༻Script your S/O—do you want a slow burn? "It's always been you"? A friends-to-lovers trope?? BABE. YES. You can manifest that.

༺♰༻Pick your aesthetic—elegant dark academia? Cottagecore? Soft grunge baddie? You choose.

༺♰༻Manifest skills + traits—script that you speak 3 languages, play the violin, or are known for your charm and wit

༺♰༻Make playlists for your CR like you do for your DR. What songs fit the vibe of your ideal day here? Romanticize it!!!

༺♰༻Give your CR a name. Stop calling it a "current reality" like it's some dusty default setting.

Make it yours. Name it something that reflects the energy you're cultivating.

Want to be rich & famous? Call it your Fame DR

Manifesting a cozy soft life in a small town? Welcome to your Soft Life DR.

Going through a glow-up? This is your Main Character DR.

You see what I'm saying?

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝕱𝖚𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

So a few days ago I was making a Pinterest board for my DR style—you know, outfits, shoes, all the cute girlie things I wanted to wear there.

Tell me why, literally the next day, my friend showed up and surprised me with a gift...

It was the exact shoes and coat from my board.

No, I hadn't shown her the board. No, I didn't say a word.

But the universe was listening, always.

Do you see how easy it is?

How interconnected everything is when you just allow it?

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

You weren't born to dread this reality.

You weren't meant to live in survival mode.

You're here to learn how powerful and limitless you truly are.

You can live a thousand lives in one lifetime.

So why not make this one beautiful too?

Create a reality you don't feel the need to escape from.

One where you wake up every day with the same excitement you'd feel in your DR.

And when you want to shift? Do it!!!

Go be an avenger, visit Hogwarts, revisit yout childhood.

But come back to a CR that feels like home too.

You deserve that <3

This isn't just a reality—it's your reality. Make it magical.✧✧✧

Happy shifting!!! Happy manifesting!!!

Let me know if you want more posts or success stories on how I've made my CR my DR.

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝕴𝖛𝖞 🖤💚

[kikyoupdates]

Changing Plotlines ⭑˚💞⭑ 𝑎𝑤𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

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If your parents’ sources were to be trusted, word on the street was that Triston Von Hersch, son and heir to a powerful family from a neighboring kingdom, had just arrived in Zodite. Naturally, this came as no surprise to you. Triston was one of four pivotal characters in the game, apart from Flora herself. His appearance at this time could only mean that it wouldn’t be much longer until he inevitably crossed paths with the protagonist, thus marking the start of his infatuation with her.

You felt bad. Really, you did. And you realized that you would probably continue to feel this way for a good while. But it was better to live and feel guilty than play the part of a hero and end up dying in the process. There was no way you were going to sacrifice yourself for Flora, no matter how kind and lovely she was. You’d already suffered enough in your previous life. This time, you deserved to be happy.

Hopefully, it would get easier with time. You would become busy enough with life’s many challenges and forget about Flora. Well, somewhat, at least. Odds were that the icky feeling in your stomach would never completely disappear, but really, who in their right mind would stick their neck out for a complete stranger knowing the sick things some assholes would do just to be with her?

I’m not cruel for minding my own business. I have no choice.

Running into Theresa had certainly been a pain, but as much of an insufferable brat as she was, there was no reason to actually be afraid of her. Based on the way things were going, you expected that she would continue to give you a hard time for a little while, but she’d probably lose interest before long. Besides, depending on whose route Flora landed on, Theresa might even find herself being killed. Not that you felt as if she deserved to be outright murdered for her shitty personality, but actions did have consequences.

Also, and perhaps you were being a bit naive here, but you’d recently met the literal god of this land. Was it really so much of a stretch to hope that he might give you a heads-up in the event that shit started to hit the fan?

You pursed your lips, remembering Zodin’s stupidly carefree expression as he sat on your bed.

On second thought, it was probably best��not to get your hopes up too much. He didn’t really seem like the reliable type.

Whatever. Triston was here now, in Zodite Kingdom, but it had nothing to do with you. Honestly, you hoped that Flora ended up with him. Of all the yanderes, he was arguably the mildest. But again—literally anyone was better than Friedrich. Fuck that guy.

You didn’t have much planned for today apart from reviewing some notes from class. Even though you were pretty on top of your studies, you felt the need to always go the extra mile. Your sickly body had prevented you from getting a degree back in your previous life. But here? There was no reason not to aim for that top spot and be the best damn student in all your classes.

You yawned, still a bit drowsy after the big lunch you’d had, then promptly sat down at your desk and opened up one of your textbooks. It was going to be a productive day, you could already feel it.

No sooner had you put a pencil to paper before someone knocked on the open door and poked their head into the room.

“My lady?” Lizbell said. “I’m sorry to disrupt your studies, but it appears as though you have a guest.”

You stared at her in disbelief. “A guest? Are you sure they’re not here to see my parents? Lizbell, I feel like I don’t need to keep reminding you, but I have no friends.”

“I’m not really sure what to tell you,” she shrugged. “The young lady waiting is quite adamant about seeing you. I’d say you have a friend, after all.”

Young lady? Uh... no. Seriously, there was no way. It couldn’t be.

“Did you happen to catch her name?” you asked, swallowing nervously.

“Indeed, I did,” Lizbell smiled while nodding. “She introduced herself as Flora Tillberry. Oh, actually. Now that I’ve said it aloud, it sounds rather familiar. Isn’t she the same person who sent you that gift basket not too long ago?”

Fuck, fuck, holy mother of fuck! Why? Why was Flora here? You thought you’d made it abundantly clear that you weren’t interested in seeing her after you’d ignored her letter!

“Lizbell,” you whimpered, getting down on your knees and bringing your palms together as if you were saying a prayer. “Please, please tell me you didn’t let her inside the manor.”

“I did not let her inside the manor,” Lizbell affirmed.

“Oh, thank Zodin,” you sighed.

“One of the other servants did.”

Wow. A whole five seconds of relief. That was a new record.

“You have got to be shitting me!” you cried out. You stood up, already fuming and ready to make a scene. “What in the hell is going on here? Who’s just letting strangers into our house as they please?”

Lizbell frowned. “But my lady, it’s hardly polite to leave a guest waiting outside.”

“She isn’t a guest! I didn’t invite her here!”

“Perhaps there was some sort of miscommunication,” she said tiredly. Clearly, she wasn’t at all concerned with your plight, which sure, from her perspective you could understand why. Flora was just a nice, polite noblewoman, same as you (although you were slightly less polite, perhaps). That being said, you just couldn’t get close to her. Even if your reasons were nothing short of ridiculous paranoia, this was serious shit you were dealing with here. Your life was literally on the line!

“She isn’t my friend, and I didn’t invite her here,” you reiterated. “I’m not sure what she told the other servants, but I’ve already chosen not to let her into my social circle.”

“It’s highly exclusive, I hear,” Lizbell snorted.

“Oh, shush! The point is, I have no intention of speaking to her, so rather than keep her waiting for no reason, I’d like to ask you to make her leave.”

Now, you’d only known Lizbell for a rather short period of time. But somehow, in that short period of time, she’d already given you more disapproving looks than you could count.

“Lady [Name]—”

“No,” you cut in, lifting your hand to silence her. “I’m sorry, but I honestly don’t want to hear it. I understand this is your way of caring for me. Forcing me to put myself out there and meet new people. I get it, trust me. But I don’t think you realize just how upset I was when you ratted me out to my parents to make me go to that party. I thought I could trust you, and you just... what you did really sucked. I had my reasons for not wanting to go, but you didn’t seem to care at all. And right now is the exact same thing. I have my reasons for not wanting to see Flora. Can’t you just respect that and move on?”

Lizbell’s brow creased. She usually looked so sure of herself, calm and collected, but without appearing arrogant. This was one of the rare moments where it appeared as though she was second-guessing her decisions.

“I suppose it wasn’t very fair to do what I did,” she reluctantly acknowledged. “It just pains me to see that... you don’t have a single friend. After all this time. And I can’t understand why, when being around you always lifts my spirits right away. I knew it also meant a lot to your parents that you go along with them to that gathering, but I must have forgotten my place. I serve both your mother and father, but I am your personal maid, first and foremost.”

She looked guilty now, which was making you feel guilty too. God, all this guilt! It was practically eating you up day after day.

“I’m sorry, my lady,” Lizbell said sadly. “I know we joke around a lot, but I can tell that you’re actually quite upset with me this time. I don’t understand your reasons for avoiding so many people, but I realize it isn’t my business either way. If this is what you wish, then I will go speak to Lady Flora and make sure she leaves.”

You offered her a smile. “Well, if you understand what you did wrong and promise never to do it again, then I’ll forgive you. And yes, please get rid of Flora. I know this probably sounds counterintuitive, but I promise I don’t dislike her or anything. There are just... reasons that we can’t be friends. Alright?”

“Alright,” she nodded. “I will go relay the message.”

“Perfect. But, um... try to let her down easy, okay? She’s a really nice person, and I just... feel bad about all this.”

Lizbell chuckled. “Very well. I’ll do my best to soften the blow.”

She left after curtsying hastily, and you had to admit, even once she was gone, the urge to creep around the manor in search of Flora was ridiculously tempting. But against all odds, you kept from giving in. This was it. After today, Flora would completely give up on you, and your life would finally return to normalcy.

“Um... Lady [Name]?”

Goddammit. Why did you have a sneaking suspicion that shit was going to go wrong again?

“What now, Lizbell?” you sighed. “Did she start crying? Because I really don’t want to hear about it. It’s only going to make me feel even worse than I already do.”

“It would’ve been much simpler if that was the case...”

“What?”

Lizbell nibbled on her bottom lip. “Erm, how do I say this...? I was going to politely ask that she leave, as you instructed, but by the time I got there, it turns out Lady Flora was already engaged in a conversation with your parents.”

Of course she was. Because why wouldn’t she be?

“This is giving me a headache,” you groaned, rubbing your temples impatiently. “Can’t you let my parents know that her being here is making me uncomfortable?”

“Erm, that’s another thing...”

“Meaning?”

“They’re actually—”

“[Name]!” your mother’s cheerful voice cut in. “Your friend, Flora Tillberry is here to see you! You know, that young lady that sent you the gift basket? She was just telling us about how close the two of you had become in such a short span of time. Why didn’t you let us know that you’d made a friend at school? We would’ve celebrated right away!”

You glanced over towards Lizbell, exasperated.

“...they’re actually coming to speak with you right now,” she finished with a nervous chuckle. “Haha. I probably should’ve finished my train of thought a bit faster.”

Zodin, are you seeing this shit right now? Do you see how atrocious my luck is? Can’t you do something about it?

You didn’t even know if Zodin could read minds. He liked to communicate with you telepathically, so you wouldn’t be surprised if this was within his abilities. But if he could hear your thoughts, he sure wasn’t giving you the time of day right now. Jerk.

“Mom, I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sighed. “Flora and I barely know each other. We only talked the one time.”

“Oh, you’re just pulling my leg,” she chuckled, playfully poking your cheek. “Flora told your father and I all about it. Why did you hide the fact that you’d made a friend? We just don’t understand. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Having a friend is a good thing! It means that there’s so much more for you to look forward to!”

You really didn't know what she was going on about, but your parents were usually pretty understanding. The fact that she was being so stubborn about this issue meant that Flora must have really laid it on thick. If she was going so far as to lie about your “friendship”, then clearly she was a lot more determined about this than you’d given her credit for. Which spelled a whole lot more trouble.

“Flora’s not my friend,” you insisted. “I don’t know what she’s been telling you, but it isn’t true.”

Lizbell glanced nervously between the two of you. “Baroness [Last Name], I really don’t see why she would lie about this. It is possible that Lady Flora has simply shown up here without any regards as to Lady [Name]’s personal wishes.”

“But why would she come all this way if not to see her friend?”

“I’m, um, not too sure about that either...”

“So, she has deceived us?” your mother gasped, her brows instantly drooping. “But... she seemed like such a nice girl.”

“She is nice,” you sighed. “But I still can’t be friends with her. And it’s far too complicated to explain why. It’s not the sort of thing you can explain.”

Your mother glanced around. “Well, if that’s really the case, then we’ll have to escort her off the property. But we’ll have to hurry, because last I checked, she was chatting with your father and—”

“Aha! We seem to have stumbled across a rather lively little gathering!”

Internally, you were already screaming.

I’ve never been more upset to hear my own father’s voice before.

Yeah, it was bad. Your father was here now, with Flora standing right by his side, her doe eyes wider than ever as she gazed at you both fondly and guiltily. She knew what she’d done wrong, the little rascal. And yet, being faced with her in the flesh, you were reminded once more of the fact that she was nothing more than a kind soul whose entire fate had been cruelly dictated.

Even if she’d lied her way into your home, you still couldn’t hate her for it.

“Come here!” your mother hissed, pulling your father in by the wrist. “That girl isn’t supposed to be here. Everything she’s told us is a lie.”

“What? But why would she do such a thing?”

“I don’t know! She might be stalking [Name]! Our poor darling... she hasn’t even made a proper friend yet and this is what she has to deal with...”

They were doing a terrible job of being subtle because you could hear everything they were saying, and based on the way Flora kept grimacing, she could too. Honestly, what a fucking mess. The whole situation was out of control, and as much as you appreciated that your parents were trying to rectify the whole thing, at this point, it was easier to deal with it yourself.

You sighed wearily. “Could you all please give us some space? I think it’d be best if Flora and I spoke alone.”

“Are you sure?” they frowned; even Lizbell still looked concerned.

“Yes,” you nodded. “It’s fine. We’ll get everything sorted. Flora’s a good person. We just need to clear some things up, that’s all.”

It looked like they still had their doubts, but this was the best shot you had, really. You felt awful that Flora had been holding out hope that you might actually end up becoming friends, but you needed to get your message across, once and for all.

Only once you were certain that they were gone did you close the door, leaving you alone in the room with Flora.

“I-I am so sorry,” she proceeded to splutter. Already, she looked to be on the verge of tears. “I realize this is terribly rude. I forced my way in here, I even deceived your parents... but I never heard back from you after sending the letter along with the gift basket. Perhaps I was hoping that you might have simply forgotten to respond, or maybe the letter got misplaced while it was being delivered, or...”

She cast her head down, defeated.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” she whimpered. “Now that I’m seeing you in person, I can see it clear as day on your expression. You want absolutely nothing to do with me."

Ugh. The guilt was coming in strong, which is why you needed to be even stronger.

“It’s nothing personal, Flora,” you tried to insist. “I just... have my reasons for not wanting us to get too close. I don’t have any friends, actually. And I suppose I was maybe hoping to keep it that way? I work better alone, haha...”

That was a big fat lie. Well, not the part of about you not having friends. That was unfortunately the pathetic truth.

“You hate me,” she said, and with a distinct sniffle, she buried her face in her palms and began to sob.

Admittedly, not the way you’d planned on spending your Tuesday afternoon.

“I don’t hate you,” you struggled to deny, waving your hands all over the place. “I just, um, hate everyone! I mean, I’m not making exceptions or anything!”

“That’s not true,” Flora choked out. She wiped a hand across her damp eyes and sniffled again. “If you hated everyone, you wouldn’t have gone out of your way to help a complete stranger, like me. You’re a kind person. Incredibly so. But you must have seen right through me that day. You realized I wasn’t fit to share your company.”

“Flora, I’m telling you, it’s really not like that...”

You didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t in your nature to be needlessly cruel just so that she would leave you alone. But at the same time, you also couldn’t tell her your real reasons for avoiding her, because who would believe such a thing? Or, worse yet—suppose she did believe you. Then what? It would basically be telling her to her face that her entire future was doomed.

This is hard. Ugh, I hate how this is making me feel. Zodin, I’m begging you, please help me!

No response, as expected. Then again, he did say he wasn’t permitted to meddle in the affairs of mortals, so getting any help from him would probably be impossible. To think that you’d actually met a god, but couldn’t even make use of him. It was laughable, really.

You shook your head adamantly. “I promise I don’t hate you. But I’m not looking to make any friends right now, that’s it. I’m sorry.”

Fat tears dripped down Flora’s cheeks. “I just thought,” she whimpered, “I thought maybe we could be friends. My father—the man who took me in as his own—is a very kind soul. I know how much it means to him that I can finally attend such a prestigious academy. And I too am overjoyed to have the chance to obtain a higher education. But it seems as though nobody wants me there, or anywhere else in high society, for that matter. They know of my birth and think I am unfit to study among my peers. [Name]… meeting you was the only time I felt any sort of reprieve. I know I should already be thankful for the opportunity to lead a lavish lifestyle, never having to worry about food or clothing. But ever since I’ve made the change, I haven’t stumbled across anyone who didn’t treat me as lesser than, or an outsider. Other than you. You’re the only one, and I just... f-for a few brief moments, I allowed myself to dream. But I was naive to do so. I realize that now.”

Fuck, now you felt like the bad guy. And the only reason you were even doing this in the first place was to avoid the actual bad guys!

“I’m so sorry,” Flora muttered shamefully, her face having turned completely red. “So sorry. I really, truly am...”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. If only you hadn’t given into the guilt back when you’d seen her being bullied by Theresa and ignored them both. Then none of this would have happened. You were paying the price for your stupidity, and the fact that it could all have been avoided was easily the worst part.

You swallowed, a painful lump forming in your throat. A close friend. You’d always wanted one of those. And after playing Zodin’s Benevolence firsthand, you knew all too well what a kind person Flora was. You could imagine her being an amazing friend. It just sucked so bad that sticking close to her was such a dangerous gamble. If not for that, then...

Is becoming her friend... an immediate death sentence? No, not necessarily. This is just me trying to play it as safe as possible.

In the game, Flora didn’t have any friends, which made it very easy for the yanderes to take advantage of her loneliness. But perhaps it was possible to keep her at arm’s length, while still avoiding incurring the wrath of the male leads. If they saw for a fact that you didn’t have any romantic feelings for her and made no efforts to interfere with their schemes, then maybe—just maybe...

Maybe you could actually have a friend for a little while.

But even so, you were still scared. So, you decided to test your luck.

“Um,” you said, clearing your throat. “Why do you want to be friends with me so badly? I mean, I sort of understand what you mean about feeling like an outsider, but I promise not everyone is awful. It might just take a bit of time to find another kindred spirit. And isn’t there anyone else who’s approached you so far? Some handsome men, perhaps...?”

In asking this question, you’d been hoping to get a bit more information as to which way the plot was headed. It was probably too early to tell whose route she would end up on, but you had inadvertently ended up ruining her first meeting with Cassius, so you were curious how everything else was unfolding.

But oddly enough, Flora reacted by tilting her head at you in confusion. “As in, suitors?” she clarified. “No, nothing of the sort. I don’t see who would want to marry someone like me, still so new to a life of nobility. Why do you ask?”

“Uh, no reason, really.”

Strange. By now, she should’ve at least met Lawrence at Theresa’s gathering. Unless she was deliberately avoiding mentioning how he’d comforted her and taken her into his arms. But come to think of it, you hadn’t caught a glimpse of her that evening. Granted, there had been a lot of people, but you figured a messy altercation between her and Theresa would’ve been quite easy to pick up on.

“Were you not at Theresa’s party a few nights ago?” you asked.

Flora still looked confused. “Theresa... Simmons? The same woman who’s been harassing me on campus?”

“Yes, the bitchy one.”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “I never received any such invitation. But even if I had, I would’ve had the good sense not to show up. I wasn’t about to allow her to embarrass me again after you went out of your way to stand up to her.”

Huh.

It seemed like you’d once again accidentally changed the course of the plot. The whole reason Theresa invited Flora over was in order to humiliate her publicly. But if she’d never so much as sent out an invitation, it probably meant that hitting her on the face with your shoe had frightened her more than she would ever admit. Honestly, you weren’t sure whether to be proud or exasperated.

So far, Flora hadn’t met Cassius, and she hadn’t met Lawrence either. Assuming first meetings were absolutely crucial in determining whose route she would end up on, that only left Triston and Friedrich.

Come on, Triston, I’m rooting for you! I mean, uh... you’re still kind of a piece of shit, but you’re less of a piece of shit than the rest of them!“Why do you ask?” Flora said. She’d stopped crying by now. Her expression even looked somewhat hopeful. “Is it possible that you’ve reconsidered... and might be willing to give me the time of day? Because if that’s the case, I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll do everything in my power to become the type of person you’d be proud to have by your side. I’m not a noble by blood, but... I can learn. I can figure things out, and I’ll make sure not to embarrass you. Please, [Name]. Just give me a chance.”

She inched closer to you, to the point that you had to back into the wall and shrink in on yourself. Goddammit, those big blue eyes of hers were just way too bright! The poor girl. She’d never done anything wrong in her entire life, and soon enough, everything was about to go wrong.

Perhaps... perhaps you could stick with her just for a little while. Once things started getting complicated, she’d have her hands full regardless. And she would inevitably fall for someone's charms, even if she didn’t realize how truly awful he was until it was too late.

Becoming Flora’s friend didn’t mean that your life was automatically over. It was an added risk, yes, but since you didn’t have the heart to dash her hopes yet again, you didn’t exactly have much of a choice. Besides, at the first sign of danger, you were retreating to the safety of your manor and going MIA until you were absolutely certain you were in the clear.

It was okay. You just needed to take it easy and gauge how the plot was progressing.

“Alright,” you said, still sounding a bit unsure of yourself. You’d barely even gotten the word out and Flora’s mouth had already widened in delight. She looked ready to squeal and start hopping up and down. “But I’m very busy,” you added. Which was a lie, but she had no way of knowing that. “I care about my studies a lot, and I won’t have a lot of free time to meet up. Just every now and then... from time to time we can hang out a bit. Okay?”

“Of course!” Flora enthused. “I’ll give you all the space you need! Oh, I’m just so glad you’ve decided to hear me out. I promise I won’t let you down. You’ve already done so much for me, so I need to work hard to repay you.”

“Erm, there’s really no need for that,” you insisted. “You’re not just trying to be my friend because you feel obligated to make it up to me, right?”

“Heavens, no,” she blinked. “I want to be friends with you because you’re such a lovely person! You fight for justice, even when you stand to gain nothing from it. You’re an actual hero!”

You sighed loudly.

Oh, Flora. You wouldn’t call me that if you knew my true reasons for avoiding you.

Whatever. For now, it would be fine. You just needed to be wary of giving the male leads ample space to get to know her, and prove to them that you weren’t a threat. And until things got bad... you would actually have a friend, which was kind of exciting.

“You’re so kind,” she rambled on, eager to keep singing your praises. She grabbed your hands in hers and flashed you a bright, cheesy smile. “You have no idea how happy I am right now! I was terribly rude to mislead your family. I know that this sort of conduct is absolutely inexcusable, and I promise now that we’re friends, I’ll never let you down again. But you’re as forgiving as you are brave, [Name]. For that, I am ever so thankful.”

Well. She was certainly hyping you up, that was for sure. But at least she wasn’t crying anymore, and you no longer felt quite as guilty as you did earlier.

“Father will also be delighted to hear that I’ve managed to make a friend,” Flora hummed. “I hope you don’t mind if I tell him about you?”

“That’s fine,” you reassured.

“Perfect! Oh, and you’re more than welcome to stop by my home whenever you please. I can even have one of the spare rooms set up for you if you ever wish to spend the night.”

Clearly, she was getting a bit ahead of herself, but her enthusiasm was pretty cute. Oh, well. At least you had a friend now. That was a good thing. Even if said friend was going to be in for a world of pain later on. But when it came to that, you’d have no trouble jumping ship and saving your own skin.

Right? 

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[frownyalfred]

Oh my god? Oh my GOD. ninth wave. Oh my god. I'm going insane. I love you. It's so good. Joker is squicking me the fuck out. I need to see him lose. I need to see him dead. I kinda want him to bite Bruce. I'm so scared of him. I'm HOOKED. I need more.

I'm jealous of your writing talent. Dan deserves all his hype. Lex is a freak and Dan is shrugging and MATCHING IT. "You would sooner let a rando bang you in the alley than me, the rando that banged you in the woods?" HILARIOUS. I love them so much.

you're great. You're doing great. I know you mentioned recently deleting mean comments. I'll give you a thousand good comments. Block out the haters, they mean nothing, you're fantastic. Ninth wave is insane. In a good way. Love it love it love it love it love it. I'm going crazy with how good it is. Ur so talented. Okay ily goodnight

Thank you so much!! Aghh, it's so glad to hear you enjoyed it. I think what I'm learning is that more and more people are opening a/b/o fics who really don't enjoy the trope, and aren't in a good headspace to suspend disbelief or their own squicks, and comment dumb shit. I don't want people to think they have to read anything I write, especially stuff they won't enjoy. And if you don't enjoy it -- you really don't have to tell me. It's a/b/o -- by nature, it's not everyone's cup of tea.

I'm so so psyched that people like Joker because I hate him but whenever I write him for this fic I feel like I'm giving him just a shred of sympathy and it makes me feel awful haha. But having him and Bruce like this is good for the a/b/o trope inversions I like for this series -- just because they're wildly compatible as omega and alpha doesn't mean they're right for each other. Secondary dynamic isn't everything. That same compatibility he has with Clark can be so dear, and help so much....and it can be used against him with/by Joker. Of course Bruce spent so much of his life suppressing any instincts at all. To be known is to be vulnerable, you know?

Anyway, I wanted to take this time to thank everyone who left comments on the last chapter. Everyone is being SO kind and engaged and I am so so so grateful. Like clutching my phone reading asks/comments while falling asleep haha. This fic is a huge bright part of my life right now, even with the heavy subject matter. So thank you <3

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

kabuto episode 22 thoughts:

- HOLY SHIT. GATACK IN THE INTRO SONG

- i finally get tsurugi's name after a long while. SASWORD IS I SO CUTE...THE SASORIN PUN...AHH

- built like an uke boy from the 00's

- i hope kamishiro slowly drives tendou insane with his lack of common sense. DESERVED. this is how crazy you drive people on a normal basis

- hiyori's home restaurant for wayward riders

- the contrast between "if you think you're right, just dash straight forward! that's who kagami arata is" vs. "tendou is better alone though. that's more like you, tendou" hmmmm interesting

- poor kageyama suffering through this series as the uke of a grimdark yaoi who's surrounded by people who dgaf about logic or powerscaling

- WAIT I KNOW WHO KAGEYAMA REMINDS ME OF. FUCK (it's the cut of his hair i tell you)

- kagami is SO cool i'm actually sobbing!!!!!!!!! augh!!!!my goat!!!! hello!!!!

- of course, like its chosen one, sasword would not give a fuck about the property damage it does when drilling holes through asphalt

- for someone who 'hates' kagami, he sure does save him a lot huh. it reminds me of the relationship between old testament god and mankind... mankind is foolish and strays from its path often but god loves it anyway, something like that

- idk. i'm easy. evil kagami is hot and he should smirk more

- about to make the freakiest unposted kagamicest bro

- what if what qualifies one to be gatack is unbridled hatred against all worms. bc i mean. yikes. the kid is a worm? we're slowly driving kagami to despair??

- pft

- oh so we are slowly driving kagami into despair

- actually the true quote is more positive i'm just spreading misinformation to suit my narrative. OH GOD HE LOOKS SO COOL I LOVE YOUUUUUUU SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- THEIR COLOR SCHEMES. BOYFRIENDISM

- ...... (p who has turned into a complete kagami arata stan) so

- AND BOTH THEIR ULTIMATES ARE RIDER KICKS. VERY WELL

- DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME. DON'T PLAY WITH ME????

- [tendou to kagami] "naive (as usual)" being "amai na... aikawarazu" killed me on the spot btw no need to ask. sweet?? soft-hearted?? gentle?? of course he means naive specifically but let me live. fuck.

[a-yciecat]

To Hell With It! @grievetheliving3311

Satan x Overworked GNReader fluff drabble!

You had been staying up very late recently, doing schoolwork, projects, and the like. All of the brothers had noticed your change in demeanor, but Satan especially. He decides to offer some well needed relaxation.

Tags\\ fluff, cuddles, stressed reader, Satan is worried for you, one minor profanity

You had fallen asleep at your desk for the fourth time this week, and it was Tuesday. A pen in your hand as your head rocked off of the arm it was resting on, causing you to accidentally draw a line on your cheek.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open, and you sat up straight at the feeling of a papercut-covered hand tapping your shouder.

"I didn't mean to scare you, only to wake you," The bookworm chuckled, "This isn't good for your back."

With a tired smile, you turned to face him in your chair, "No shit; I didn't mean to fall asleep here."

With a yawn, you looked to the clock. It said 5:30 pm.

"Dinner is ready. I believe I speak for us all when I say I would appreciate if you ate with us," He rubbed your shoulder, then lifted his hand to rub at the pen on your cheek.

"Then I'll join you. Who cooked tonight, again?" You began to put together some of your papers, as to be organized for when you came back to your room.

A moment of silence passed by until you opened the door, "Asmo did..."

"I haven't died from his cooking," You rolled your eyes, drowsily leaving the room.

"Yet," He added on.

Dinner passed, and you managed to only eat the edible parts of Asmo's beautiful cooking, or God-forbid ingredient-combining.

You get up to head back to your room, not even bothering to do more than dump your dishes in the sink, when Satan once again grabs your shoulder.

"I know you're heading back to your room," He scowls.

"And why would you think that?" You shoot back.

"You've been doing so every night," An unimpressed expression presents across his face.

"Oh," You drop your head in realization, "I guess I have..."

He removes his hand from you, relocating it onto his hip, "Come take a short nap with me. You deserve some rest that isn't at your desk."

He has a point, and you know he does.

With a sigh, you oblige. Snaking your hand into his as you go up the stairs, he pretends not to notice.

Going down the hallway, you hear him mumbling something to himself about 'I wish they'd be more aware of their own limits'.

"Hm?" You question, looking up at him.

"Nothing," He hums back.

"You sure?" You squeeze his hand.

"Mhm." He chuckles, letting go of your hand only to throw you over his shoulder effortlessly.

You let out a yelp and try to sit up straight with a whine. He doesn't let up. Instead, he teases you about how you were apparently wobbling when you walked. By the time you come up with an argument, he's already reached his bedroom door.

He sets you down gently, "Come, let's go lay down."

You let out a hum, weaving your way between his mountains of books. Once you find his bed you climb in, hiding yourself in his blankets.

"Wait, Mc, don't sleep in your-" He frets, but you cut him off before he can finish.

"Yeah, yeah, I know..." You mumble, crawling back to the edge of the bed.

He pulls your tired form to your feet, hugging you for a moment. You've never seen him so tender and kind. Then again, maybe you're just too tired to remember.

After the soft hug, he practically parkours to his closet to find you a t-shirt and some shorts that will barely fit you.

He comes back, handing you the clothes before he goes to wait in the hall. You quickly change, laughing at how big his shirt is on you, but I guess that's the least you can expect when wearing a demon's clothing.

After asking if you're done, he comes back in, chuckling at the size of his clothes around your form.

The two of you crawl back into his bed, and he lays on his back so that you can puddle onto his chest. And that you do.

You wrap your arms around him, letting your ear rest over his heart, and the sound of the peaceful beating alone is almost enough to send you into a more healthy sleep than before.

"Would you like me to read to you?" He hums, and you nod in response.

That's your last straw. The sound of his voice and heartbeat, and the comforting warmth of his body and blankets have you drifting off in minutes.

Finally, you'll take a break. He rubs your back; maybe he should take a nap too.

Ft. My cat

© a-yciecat

[stefgagaxo]

Dads are the most stubborn, although mine has always been pretty on top of technology – whether that's a good thing thing or a bad thing, I'm still not sure. Oh, goodness, what a kind thing to say, and not necessarily one I agree with. I don't think anyone who rakes in millions deserves to rake in millions, but I'm grateful for the direction my life has taken that allows me to support myself, my friends and my family, collectively. I seriously appreciate your words, though, Alycia, you're a living, breathing gem of a person. Ah, plenty of people would mind standing shoulder to shoulder to watch me perform, but I'm grateful for those that are willing to sit in uncomfortable stadium seats or line up for hours for barricade! A hug is on its way, I promise. So sweet! She sounds incredible, and so does your dad. The whole family sounds like a blast, honestly. Old school is definitely alive, I promise, I played my part in that in a number of songs on MAYHEM as best I knew how. God, you know, I do need an opener... but the nice thing about music is that we can still enjoy it all, looking back, just like great books and films and all.

i would hope so. then again it took the longest time for me to convince my dad to get rid of his iphone 5. he was stuck to that thing like glue. this is why you are among one of the very few artist in this world who deserve to be famous. you care about everyone above the money and the ticket sales, and it definitely shows. i wish there was a way to group everyone into the same room. i know people wouldn't mind standing shoulder to shoulder for a chance to watch you perform. stop— you are so cute! to have a hug from the legend herself would cure all of my seasonal depression. that is so kind of you. i would definitely love to bring her along, and i'm sure she'd more than thankful to be anywhere. she's not a hard woman to please, even if she does hate crowds. i knew you were cool, and the fact that you love jazz and blues just cements that. i grew up on it too, mainly because of my dad, so he'd be pretty excited to know that others feel the same way. he's convinced that old school is dead, but it's very much alive, and you can see it in a lot of newer music these days. wait until he finds out you know of his band. my apologies in advance if he tries to persuade you to let them open for you. tell me about it. the 80's was such a great era, and i'm so sad i wasn't born during that time.