#i get it’s upsetting when something can harm someone your rooting for but like? all this for sharing that blue might be targeting them still

[anxiously-kk]

twitter needs to examine their rampant misogyny towards older woman they don’t like (and all woman tbh) because bowie overheard miss kitty kitty talking to america about how jag and matt aren’t off the hook and bowie went and told them that and the response from periwinkle stans has been disgusting. like they are talking about how creepy bowie is how she’s old enough to be their mom but she wants them to be into her how they expect to learn she sucked their d*cks that’s she’s a troll that she’s playing dirty that she’s not one of the girls who would agree with everything misogynistic podcast boys say that she’s jealous of blue and can’t handle that she’s one of the cool girls and it’s like??? this was just a completely normally objectively good move? sorry cornflower doesn’t know how to whisper?

[areislol]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyandere monster harem

pairings. various m! yandere monsters x gn! reader

warnings. yandere themes, toxic obsession, 18+ dark themes

a/n. i love my sillies!!

wc. 6.1k

imagine a dark, mystical forest where you're the lone human, fated to cross paths with a group of terrifying yet obsessively devoted monsters.

each of them is unique in their appearance and abilities, but they all share one thing: an unrelenting desire to make you theirs, no matter the cost.

the werewolf

a hulking figure with sharp claws, wild amber eyes, and a low growl that vibrates through your very bones. he encountered you when you wandered too close to his den during a full moon. despite his primal instincts, he resisted harming you, instead captivated by your bravery—or foolishness.

he tracks your scent everywhere you go. if you so much as step outside, he’s already following from the shadows, ensuring your safety (and warding off anyone who dares to come near).

he marks your belongings with his scent and doesn’t hesitate to bare his teeth at anyone he deems a threat. you’re his mate, and he’ll challenge anyone who thinks otherwise.

though rough and wild, he becomes uncharacteristically gentle when he sees you hurt or scared, licking your wounds and curling protectively around you.

the werewolf is a wild, untamed force of nature, his obsession with you rooted in instincts so primal he can't suppress them even if he tried.

he watches you from the shadows, always nearby but rarely letting himself be seen at first. your scent drives him to madness—earthy, warm, uniquely you. it's comforting and addictive, and he can't get enough. he's stolen pieces of your life to keep close: a scarf left behind, a mug you drank from, anything that holds your essence.

his possessiveness is terrifying. he won't let anyone else near you if he can help it. if someone gets too close, he intervenes, his voice low and threatening, his golden eyes burning with barely concealed rage. no one dares challenge him; there's something in the way he moves, the way he looms, that screams danger.

he doesn't understand human boundaries. if you're speaking to someone too long, he'll step in, claiming he needs to talk to you or finding some excuse to drag you away. if you protest, he'll growl—not at you, never at you—but in frustration. you're his; why can't everyone else see that?

but with you, he's soft. gentle. when he's sure you're not afraid of him, he'll let you closer, let you see the man beneath the beast. his touch is careful, almost reverent, as if he's afraid he'll break you. when you're upset, he wraps himself around you, his warmth and presence enough to shield you from the world.

his affection shows in small ways. he brings you gifts from the forest: flowers, feathers, shiny rocks he thought you'd like. he watches your reaction closely, his heart swelling with pride when you smile. if you ever thank him, he becomes almost shy, looking away with a faint blush creeping up his neck.

jealousy is his constant battle. if he sees someone making you laugh or smile, his claws dig into his palms. he won't confront you about it, but the person who caused his jealousy might find themselves on the receiving end of his wrath later.

at night, he lingers near your home. the thought of you alone, unprotected, drives him crazy. he paces, his instincts screaming at him to stay close. sometimes, he leaves small signs that he's there—a paw print in the dirt, a tuft of fur snagged on a branch—as if he wants you to know he's watching over you.

his biggest fear is your rejection. he knows he's more beast than man, and the thought of you being afraid of him keeps him awake at night. if you ever flinch or pull away, it shatters him, and he'll retreat, his golden eyes filled with pain. but he always comes back, unable to stay away, his obsession too strong to overcome.

you are his anchor, his reason for fighting the beast within. he doesn't care what it takes; he'll keep you safe, even if it means keeping you all to himself. his love is overwhelming, suffocating, but he doesn't see it that way. to him, it's devotion—pure, unbreakable, eternal.

his growl rumbled low as kael draegon stepped from the shadows, his golden eyes fixed on you with that same wild, desperate intensity.

"don't be afraid," kael draegon whispered, his voice rough but steady as he offered you his hand. the cold breeze tugged at his hair as he stood beside you, his voice soft as he murmured, "you're safe now, with me."

kael draegon always seemed to appear just when you needed him, his presence both calming and terrifying. his hand lingered on your shoulder for just a moment before kael draegon pulled back, his voice almost apologetic. "old instincts, i'm sorry."

the vampire

elegant and poised, with glowing crimson eyes and a voice like silk, the vampire first saw you in the dead of night. he was drawn to the purity of your blood but became enthralled by the purity of your soul instead.

his pale, marble-like skin seems to glow faintly in the moonlight, untouched by time or imperfection. his crimson eyes burn with a smouldering intensity, framed by thick lashes that only add to his magnetic gaze.

his raven-black hair falls in soft, silky waves around his sharp cheekbones, perfectly complementing his aristocratic features. his tall, slender frame moves with a predatory grace, and his voice—smooth as velvet—wraps around you like a dark lullaby.

he loves to watch you sleep, marvelling at your vulnerability. He’ll slip into your room at night, not to harm you, but to leave gifts—a rose, a letter, or even a piece of jewellery from an unknown era.

the vampire despises anyone who captures your attention. Friends, family, or even strangers—they’re nothing but distractions. He may use his hypnotic gaze to erase their presence from your life.

he gets flustered when you show him kindness, like bandaging a wound he sustained in your defence. he tries to hide his blush, but his pale complexion betrays him.

the vampire is as elegant as he is dangerous, his presence suffocating yet alluring, like the pull of a siren's song on a lonely traveler at sea. his crimson eyes gleam in the dark, reflecting centuries of wisdom and hunger, but when he looks at you, they’re soft, desperate, and entirely devoted. you’re his obsession, his muse, his reason to exist in a world that has grown cold and lonely with age.

he first saw you during one of his midnight wanderings, his attention drawn by your scent, a sweet, intoxicating mix of vulnerability and warmth. you were an easy target at first—a stranger out on a walk, unassuming, untouched by the weight of the supernatural world. but then he watched you, from the shadows, and the hunger in him shifted. you weren’t just food, not in the way he expected. you were you.

his obsession grew quickly, a slow, crawling thing that nestled in his bones. he has a habit of appearing when you least expect it: slipping through your window as you sleep, standing at the end of a dark alley when you’re walking home, always close but never intrusive enough to harm you. he studies you with endless fascination, watching how you move, how you smile, how you react to the smallest moments of life. you are his everything.

he is a master manipulator, charming and patient, with a voice like silk and words that dance between honeyed promises and half-truths. he always knows just what to say, always seems to be exactly where you are, making sure you feel safe.

but beneath the charm is something ancient, something sharp—a predator who has learned how to play the long game to get what he wants. you are his, and he has all the time in the world to make sure you know it.

his jealousy is sharp and swift. the moment another person shows even the slightest interest in you, his eyes narrow, his smile turns colder. it doesn’t take much for him to make his presence known, weaving himself into your life, into your conversations, until the other person is left with nothing but fear or confusion. you are his, and he’ll ensure that no one else tries to stake their claim.

he doesn’t simply show his obsession through manipulation. he is far more intimate, far more human in the moments where he can let his guard down. he’ll leave you gifts—roses with petals as red as blood, antique trinkets from his many years of wandering, or old letters written in his perfect, flowing script.

he tries to convey his feelings subtly, his words wrapped in metaphors and promises, but they always come from the deepest part of his heart.

he’s possessive in the way only a centuries-old predator can be. he touches you often, with a hand to your cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, or lightly grazing your hand as if you might slip away at any moment.

he isn’t violent, not by nature, but his love is all-encompassing, wrapping itself around you like a snake squeezing its prey. you belong to him in every way, and he has no intention of letting you slip out of his grasp.

his dark powers allow him to watch you from afar, slipping into your dreams, invading the quiet moments of your subconscious. you’ll wake with his voice lingering in your mind, his whispers promises of eternity, of a life spent with him, of safety, beauty, and endless nights. he wants you to rely on him, to lean into his presence, to crave his touch, until you can’t imagine your life without him.

when you show kindness or affection toward him, his calm, elegant mask slips. his eyes soften, his voice trembles slightly, and he finds himself speechless.

he’s terrified of showing too much, of letting you see the raw hunger that lies beneath his smooth exterior, but he can’t stop himself. your smile, your laughter, it means everything to him, more than centuries of darkness and isolation ever could.

he would give you everything. his life, his immortality, his heart. but he struggles with the weight of his own nature—the bloodlust that lies just beneath his perfect, pale skin. he’s not just obsessed with you out of a need to control or dominate; he truly cares. he wants you safe, protected, happy. but his fear of losing you makes him cruel, calculating, and relentless.

you are his forever, and he has no intention of sharing you with anyone else, not with the world, not with time, not with destiny itself. his love is suffocating, but it is eternal, and as much as it terrifies him, he knows you’ll never escape his grasp. he’ll make sure of it.

his voice was like silk as dorian vale leaned against the window frame, his crimson eyes glinting in the moonlight

"you shouldn't be out here alone," dorian vale said smoothly, stepping closer, his voice as soft as a whisper. dorian vale’s gaze was piercing, unyielding, and you could feel every moment of his attention as he looked at you

he handed you a single red rose, his pale fingers delicate as he said, "for you, my dear.

his presence lingered, and you could feel dorian vale’s words in your bones as he whispered, "you were always meant to be mine."

the ghost

a shadowy figure with hollow eyes that glow faintly in the dark, the ghost is a tragic soul who found solace in your warmth. his attachment to you began when you unknowingly lingered in the house he haunts, speaking softly to the empty air as if sensing his presence.

alaric’s form is translucent, a faint, glowing silhouette that shifts and flickers like mist. his features are soft and hauntingly beautiful, with a melancholy that clings to him like a shadow.

his once-vivid eyes are now pale, like the reflection of a full moon in still water, and his long hair drifts around him as if caught in a gentle breeze. though incorporeal, he retains the faint shape of his elegant hands and tall, lean frame, an echo of the man he once was.

his presence feels like a cool touch on your skin, a constant, bittersweet reminder of his undying devotion.

he manipulates the environment to keep you close—doors creak shut when you try to leave, and objects mysteriously disappear, only to reappear where he wants you to stay.

if anyone hurts you, the ghost unleashes his wrath. lights flicker, temperatures drop, and your assailants are haunted until they’re too terrified to approach you again.

he’s deeply moved when you acknowledge him, even if it’s just a whisper to the air. your willingness to accept him, despite his incorporeal nature, solidifies his eternal devotion.

the ghost is a tragic, ethereal figure, bound to you by a love that death itself couldn’t sever. his form is translucent, shimmering faintly in the moonlight, and though he may no longer have a heartbeat, his emotions are as raw and overwhelming as they were in life. he exists in the liminal space between the living and the dead, obsessed with you in a way that is both haunting and heartbreakingly tender.

he doesn’t remember how or when it started—only that one day, he found himself drawn to you, unable to leave your side. whether it was your voice, your laughter, or the way you brought life to even the smallest, most mundane moments, you became his light in the suffocating darkness of his afterlife. he watches you from the corners of rooms, a faint chill in the air marking his presence, his spectral form always lingering just out of reach.

his love is quiet, but all-consuming. he whispers your name into the night when you sleep, his voice carried on the softest breeze. he rearranges small things in your home to make his presence known: a book left open to a meaningful passage, a flower you swore wasn’t there before resting on your windowsill. at first, it’s subtle—gentle signs that you’re never truly alone—but as his obsession deepens, the signs become harder to ignore.

jealousy eats away at him when others capture your attention. he can’t bear the thought of you being close to anyone else, of you laughing or smiling with someone who isn’t him. when you’re out, he follows you like a shadow, unseen but ever-present, and if someone gets too close, the air turns cold, the lights flicker, and an unshakable unease settles over them until they leave.

he craves your touch, but his incorporeal form makes it impossible. this frustrates him endlessly, and he spends nights lingering near you, reaching out as if he could somehow feel the warmth of your skin, the beat of your heart. his desperation leads him to try anything to bridge the gap between life and death, no matter the cost.

despite his possessiveness, he’s deeply protective. he uses his abilities to shield you from harm, warding off danger with an almost primal ferocity. if someone threatens you, they’ll find themselves plagued by unexplainable misfortunes—objects falling, shadows moving, and an unrelenting sense of being watched. he doesn’t harm them directly, but his presence is enough to terrify even the boldest.

when he speaks to you, it’s with a voice like the echo of a forgotten melody, soft and tinged with sorrow. he tells you things you shouldn’t know—secrets from your past, glimpses of your future, things only someone who’s been watching you so intimately could know. he wants you to feel his devotion, his undying love, even if it frightens you.

there’s a tragic loneliness to him. he knows he can never truly be with you, not in the way he desires, and this realization drives him to the edge of despair. his love is obsessive, yes, but it’s also painfully pure—an eternal yearning for a connection he can never fully have.

if you acknowledge him, his devotion only deepens. the smallest smile, a whispered “thank you” into the empty room, is enough to make his entire existence worthwhile. he clings to these moments, replaying them endlessly in his mind, as they are his only solace in an eternity of longing.

he follows you everywhere, unseen but ever-present, his translucent form flickering in the corner of your eye or casting a fleeting shadow against the wall. at first, his presence is subtle, almost unnoticeable: the faint creak of floorboards when no one else is home, a cold breeze brushing against your skin, the lingering feeling that someone is watching you. but as his obsession deepens, his presence grows stronger, more impossible to ignore.

he learns everything about you. the way you hum absentmindedly when you’re focused, the scent of your favorite tea, the books you read late into the night. he listens to the sound of your heartbeat as you sleep, a steady rhythm that lulls him into a state of peace he hasn’t felt since he was alive. he treasures these moments, hoarding every detail about you like precious relics of a life he can never fully be part of.

his jealousy is a storm that rages within him. when others come into your life, his calm demeanor shatters. he can’t bear the thought of you sharing your smiles, your laughter, or your attention with anyone else. the air around you grows colder when someone he deems a threat is near, and they often find themselves inexplicably uneasy in your presence. lights flicker, objects fall, and whispers echo in the corners of the room, driving them away with a fear they can’t explain.

but with you, he is soft, almost fragile. he speaks to you in whispers, his voice carrying the faint echo of a forgotten melody, full of longing and sorrow. "don’t be afraid," he murmurs into the quiet of the night. "i’ll always protect you." his words are laced with an aching devotion, a promise to guard you from harm, even if you don’t fully understand where the comfort is coming from.

he leaves you gifts, though he has no tangible hands to place them. a single white flower on your windowsill that wasn’t there the night before, an old, weathered book that appeared on your desk, or a faint message written in the condensation on your mirror. they’re tokens of his affection, his way of reminding you that you’re not alone, even when he can’t be seen.

despite his protectiveness, he’s painfully aware of his limitations. his incorporeal form frustrates him to no end—he longs to touch you, to hold you, to feel the warmth of your hand in his, but the barrier between life and death is unyielding. he spends countless hours watching you, reaching out with ghostly fingers that pass through you, yearning for a connection he can never truly have.

he’s haunted by the memory of what it felt like to be alive, to love and be loved in return. his obsession with you is his only solace in a world of emptiness, but it also drives him to desperation. he begins searching for ways to bridge the gap between your worlds, delving into the supernatural, seeking answers, rituals, or bargains that might bring him closer to you.

when you acknowledge him, even in the smallest ways, it’s everything to him. a whispered “thank you” when you notice the flower he left, a hesitant glance toward the flickering light he caused—it fills him with a joy so profound it nearly breaks him. he clings to these moments, replaying them endlessly in his mind, as they are the only proof that he still exists to you.

his love is all-consuming, a desperate and eternal yearning that leaves no room for anything else. he doesn’t just want to protect you; he wants to be with you, to share in your life, to have a place in your heart. he knows his love is overwhelming, even suffocating, but he can’t stop. you’re his reason for lingering in this world, the one thing that makes his cursed existence bearable.

in his more vulnerable moments, he confesses his feelings, his voice trembling with a sorrow that spans lifetimes. "i’m sorry," he whispers, his spectral form flickering like a dying flame. "i didn’t mean for this to happen. but i can’t let go. i won’t." his words are both a plea and a promise, a declaration of a love that will haunt you forever.

his devotion is eternal, unyielding, and consuming. he doesn’t see his obsession as wrong; to him, it’s the purest form of love, a connection that transcends life and death. and though his presence may sometimes frighten you, you can’t deny the strange comfort it brings, the knowledge that someone—something—is always watching over you. he is yours, now and forever, and nothing, not even death, will change that.

you are his reason for lingering in this world, his obsession, his eternity.

alaric drifts soundlessly through the walls, his form a faint shimmer of light that barely disturbs the air

"you called for me," he whispers, his voice like the rustle of leaves on a quiet night. he hovers just out of reach, his longing evident in the way he watches you with those hollow, mournful eyes

every creak of the floorboards, every cool breeze brushing your skin—it’s alaric, a constant, invisible guardian, desperate for you to feel his presence.

the demon

with horns curling from his head, molten eyes, and a smirk that could tempt even the purest soul, the demon is as charming as he is dangerous. he first appeared to you when you were at your lowest, offering power and protection—but only if you stayed by his side.

azrael is striking in his infernal elegance, his beauty sharp and dangerous like a blade. his obsidian horns curl menacingly from his head, gleaming faintly in the firelight, and his jet-black hair is cropped just enough to frame his angular face.

his glowing amber eyes burn with an intensity that’s both mesmerizing and terrifying, framed by dark lashes that soften their predatory edge. his physique is perfectly sculpted, with broad shoulders and sinewy muscle wrapped in dark tattoos that pulse faintly with infernal energy.

a long, spaded tail flicks behind him, a subtle testament to his demonic nature, while his sharp, claw-like fingers could destroy—or cradle.

he infiltrates your dreams, filling them with his voice and his image so that you can never forget him. no matter how far you try to run, he’s always there, whispering promises of eternal love.

the demon doesn’t share. he’ll make deals or threats to ensure no one else dares approach you. his flames flare dangerously when he senses competition.

when you challenge his overbearing nature, he’s secretly thrilled. Your fiery defiance makes him want you even more. but when you show fear or sadness, he’s quick to reassure you with surprising tenderness.

the demon is a dangerous enigma, a being forged in fire and darkness who is utterly captivated by you. his obsession burns hotter than the flames of his infernal home, an all-consuming desire that transcends mortal understanding.

he’s not a creature of softness or restraint—his love is raw, primal, and possessive, and he would raze the world to ash if it meant keeping you by his side.

he first noticed you in a moment of vulnerability, a flicker of something pure and radiant that pierced through his otherwise unrelenting darkness. maybe it was your kindness, your resilience, or even your imperfections—whatever it was, it stirred something in him he hadn’t felt in centuries.

for a demon who thrives on power and domination, this feeling was alien, unsettling, and exhilarating.

at first, he tried to ignore it. love, after all, is a weakness—a chain that binds. but the more he watched you, the deeper he sank. you consumed his thoughts, invaded his dreams, and stirred emotions he didn’t even know he was capable of. the line between fascination and obsession blurred, and before long, you became the center of his world, his greatest desire and his ultimate possession.

his presence is overwhelming, even when he isn’t visible. the air grows heavy when he’s near, crackling with an unnatural energy that makes your skin tingle. shadows twist and writhe in the corners of your vision, and faint whispers echo in your mind, promises of devotion spoken in a voice as smooth as velvet.

he’s not above manipulating your emotions to keep you close. he knows exactly how to twist words, how to play on your fears and insecurities, all while making it seem like he’s your only sanctuary. "no one will love you the way i do," he purrs, his voice a blend of seduction and menace. "no one will protect you like i can."

jealousy consumes him with a ferocity that borders on madness. he doesn’t tolerate anyone vying for your attention or affection. if someone dares to come too close, they often meet with mysterious misfortunes—car accidents, sudden illnesses, or even inexplicable disappearances. he doesn’t see these acts as cruel; in his mind, he’s simply ensuring that no one can take you from him.

despite his darkness, his love for you is genuine in its own twisted way. he’s incapable of expressing it in soft or traditional ways, but his devotion is absolute.

he treasures every interaction with you, every fleeting smile, every word you speak to him. he hoards these moments like a dragon hoards gold, replaying them endlessly in his mind.

he’s endlessly fascinated by your humanity—the way your emotions shift like the tides, the fragility of your body, the warmth of your skin. he often marvels at how delicate you are compared to him, a creature of immense power and near-immortality. this contrast only deepens his obsession; you’re a treasure, a rare and precious thing in a world of chaos and darkness.

when he does reveal himself to you, it’s always dramatic and intentional. he thrives on your reactions, whether it’s fear, awe, or even anger. he’ll step out from the shadows, his horns catching the dim light, his dark eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. "you belong to me," he’ll say, his voice leaving no room for argument. it’s not a question, not a plea—it’s a declaration, an unshakable truth in his mind.

he uses his demonic powers to bind himself to you in ways both subtle and overt. you might find strange symbols etched into the corners of your room, or feel an inexplicable pull toward him that you can’t resist. he’s always there, in your dreams, in your thoughts, in the very fabric of your reality.

but for all his power and confidence, there’s a vulnerability beneath his fiery exterior. he’s terrified of losing you, of you rejecting him or finding someone else.

it’s a fear he doesn’t understand, one that gnaws at him and drives him to even greater extremes. he’ll do anything to keep you, even if it means breaking every rule, defying the laws of heaven and hell, and binding your soul to his for eternity.

in his own way, he tries to be gentle with you. he knows his nature frightens you, that his obsession can be overwhelming, so he tempers his intensity—at least, as much as a demon is capable of. he’ll appear to you in dreams, his voice soft, his touch feather-light, weaving fantasies of a life where you’re his and his alone.

but make no mistake—his love is as dangerous as it is consuming. he doesn’t see you as a partner, but as something to be claimed, protected, and possessed. you’re his light in the darkness, his one weakness, and he would destroy anyone—or anything—that threatens to take you from him.

"i’ll burn this world to the ground for you," he tells you, his voice a low growl, his eyes glowing with an intensity that’s equal parts terrifying and mesmerizing. "just say the word."

to him, you’re not just his obsession—you’re his salvation, the one thing that makes his existence bearable. his love is eternal, fierce, and utterly inescapable, binding you to him in ways you might never fully understand. you are his everything, and he will stop at nothing to make sure you remain his. forever.

azrael appears in a flicker of shadows and embers, his smirk sharp enough to cut

"did you miss me?" he purrs, his voice dripping with sinful charm. his burning gaze never leaves yours, an intensity that feels like it could consume your very soul

when he steps closer, the scent of smoke and spice fills the air, and the room grows impossibly warm

"you can’t escape me, little one," he murmurs, his words a promise and a threat all at once.

the sea monster

a towering creature with scales that shimmer in the moonlight and eyes as deep as the ocean, the sea monster saved you from drowning during a storm. since then, he’s watched you from the water’s edge, longing to pull you into his world.

his body a perfect blend of human and sea creature. his skin shimmers with an iridescent sheen, scales glinting faintly with hues of green, blue, and silver that shift like sunlight on water. his long, flowing hair resembles seaweed, dark and sleek, cascading down his back in waves.

his eyes glow faintly, like bioluminescent creatures of the deep, their piercing intensity revealing his ancient power. his hands are webbed and tipped with sharp, claw-like nails, and his muscular frame is marked with jagged scars from battles in the ocean’s depths. his lower half bears fins that ripple with movement, giving him a grace that belies his massive size.

he collects things you’ve touched—seashells, pieces of cloth, even footprints in the sand. his underwater lair is filled with these treasures, each arranged like a shrine.

he hates when you leave the shore. If you venture too far inland, he’ll create storms or tidal waves to draw you back to him.

he becomes surprisingly bashful when you willingly approach the water to speak to him. your trust in him, despite his monstrous appearance, makes his heart swell.

the sea monster is an ancient being, born of the ocean’s depths, where sunlight never reaches. his obsession with you is as vast and unfathomable as the waters he calls home—a love born of isolation, mystery, and an insatiable hunger for connection. to him, you are his beacon, a rare and precious light in the endless darkness of his world, and he is utterly captivated by you.

his first encounter with you was serendipitous—a chance meeting by the shore, or perhaps a daring moment when you ventured too close to the water’s edge. he saw you, a fragile creature of the land, and was instantly enthralled.

your movements, your laughter, even the way the sunlight caught in your hair—all of it was alien and beautiful to him. from that moment, you became his fixation, his reason to rise from the depths.

he watches you from the water, his massive form concealed beneath the waves, his glowing eyes ever watchful. at first, his presence is subtle—the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, the inexplicable pull of the tide whenever you’re near.

but as his obsession deepens, his signs become harder to ignore. strange treasures wash ashore: seashells, polished stones, and other trinkets that seem too deliberately placed to be coincidences.

he is a creature of contradictions. his love for you is as tender as it is overwhelming, and while he longs to be near you, he’s painfully aware of his monstrous appearance. his body is a fusion of scales, fins, and sinewy muscle, a form designed to survive in the crushing pressure of the deep sea. he fears your rejection, that you will see him as a monster rather than the devoted being he has become.

despite this, he can’t help but draw closer. when you venture into the water, he’s there, just beneath the surface, his presence a dark shadow that follows you. he revels in these moments, the closeness, the illusion that he’s part of your world. the saltwater clings to your skin, and it drives him mad with desire—it’s as though the ocean itself is marking you as his.

his jealousy is as fierce as a storm at sea. anyone who dares to draw too near to you risks his wrath. fishermen speak of sudden squalls that rise from nowhere, boats overturned by unseen forces, and sailors vanishing into the depths. he doesn’t see it as cruelty; to him, it’s protection. the ocean is his domain, and no one else has the right to take what belongs to him.

he dreams of pulling you into his world, of making you his in every way. the thought of you joining him beneath the waves consumes him, and he begins to weave fantasies of a life together in the depths—a palace of coral and bioluminescent light, where you would be his queen, his eternal companion.

but he knows it’s impossible, and this knowledge torments him. he can’t survive on land for long, and you can’t live beneath the water. this barrier between your worlds drives him to desperation. he begins seeking forbidden rituals and ancient magic, anything that might allow him to bridge the gap and bring you into his realm—or transform himself into something that can walk beside you on the shore.

when he speaks, his voice is a low, resonant rumble, like the distant crash of waves on a rocky shore. his words are filled with longing and reverence, a declaration of a love that spans the vastness of the ocean. "you are my light," he murmurs, his glowing eyes fixed on you. "without you, i am nothing but the endless dark."

his love is consuming, a tidal wave that sweeps away everything in its path. he doesn’t understand restraint or boundaries; to him, love is absolute, and his devotion to you is all-encompassing. he sees your hesitations, your fears, but he can’t stop himself. you are the first thing in centuries to stir his cold, ancient heart, and he will not let you go.

when you acknowledge his presence, even in the smallest ways—a whispered word to the sea, a touch to one of the treasures he’s left for you—his heart swells with a joy so profound it’s almost painful. he clings to these moments, replaying them in his mind during the long hours when he’s alone in the depths, waiting for the chance to see you again.

his protectiveness is as fierce as his love. the ocean itself seems to bend to his will, rising to shield you from harm. storms part in your wake, currents carry you safely to shore, and even the most fearsome predators of the deep seem to bow before you. you are his everything, and he will guard you with a ferocity that defies nature itself.

but there’s a darkness to his love, a possessiveness that borders on madness. he doesn’t just want you to love him; he wants you to need him, to see him as the only one who can protect and cherish you. "the land will never understand you as i do," he tells you, his voice a low growl, the waves crashing behind him. "they will never love you as i do."

his obsession is eternal, as deep and unyielding as the ocean itself. you are his heart, his treasure, his reason for rising to the surface. and though his love may be overwhelming, even frightening, there’s a strange beauty in it—a devotion so pure and unshakable that it defies the boundaries of worlds. you are his, now and always, and he will never let the tide carry you away.

mio watches from the waves, his body a dark silhouette against the moonlit water. when you finally meet his gaze, he speaks your name like it’s a prayer, his voice low and reverent

"you don’t belong to the land," he says, his tone both pleading and possessive. "the ocean calls to you. i call to you.

his fingers trail through the water, creating ripples that mirror the emotions surging in his chest—desire, devotion, and an unshakable determination to make you his.

while each monster is fiercely possessive, they begrudgingly tolerate each other’s presence because they all agree on one thing: your happiness comes first.

you’re not just a human to them—you’re their everything. whether you accept their twisted love or try to escape, one thing is certain: they’ll never let you go. you’ve awakened something primal and eternal in their hearts, and no force on earth or beyond could sever the bonds they’ve forged with you.

[aro-culture-is]

Question. Is it allophobic if my sister finds a boy friend and I get pissed because all of a sudden it's about the dude? The dude above us all, choosing the dude above everyone else. Like why is this normal and why am I considered deranged for questioning this weird illogical hierarchy. People say I'm bitter because I can't find a one true significant other, not knowing that I'm not even interested in the slightest.

which is why I ask is it a little too far to be pissed when a family/friend kind of person to you chooses their significant other all the time?

Allophobia does not exist on a cultural level. I am not humoring this term that I've only seen used in bad faith; I will instead address the response to a person you care for suddenly spending more time with others because they entered a new romantic relationship.

To begin with, it is okay to feel how you feel, even if you would rather not feel it for some reason or another. You are allowed to feel angry, upset, betrayed, and all sorts of things for any reason. But you must own this emotion; it is how you feel, and you cannot use this to determine intent or blame.

When you feel upset, it's important to practice letting yourself name your emotion. Look up a feelings wheel if you need some ideas. Acknowledge that yes, you are feeling this way. Then, locate how it feels in your body. Consider areas of tension, temperature, movement or stillness. Just acknowledge it. You don't have to do anything about that if you don't want to. Just think about it.

Then comes the hardest part, personally.

Is that emotion telling you something? Does it tell you that you'd like a more robust social circle to lean on when someone has another part of their life they are focusing their energy on? Could you redirect your energy into something? Is this emotion about that specific situation, or a broader theme in your life? Whatever it is, try to address that, thank your body for telling you this, and let the emotion go. This is a practice; you need to let yourself feel, learn to trust that you will address the root cause, and that you can let it go.

It can be really helpful to contextualize this from the perspective of the other individual. With new romantic partners, the polyamorous community has a term called New Relationship Energy (NRE) and talks about how hard it can be to navigate within a polyam relationship, when their partners gain new partners. People get excited to dive into their new relationship. If you've ever gotten into a new media and absolutely immersed yourself, or a new craft, or anything, it's very similar. New things can be exciting!

I'm very certain that your sister, and the vast majority of people getting into a new relationship and suddenly paying less attention to their loved ones, do not mean to harm you. They may or may not be applying an hierarchy. They're often excited and enjoying the new experiences. You can still feel hurt, and you can talk with them openly about this without blaming them. "I feel upset because we haven't played Animal Crossing together in a month. Could we please commit to a night together? I miss you."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi!! I sorta get the vibe that maybe Rook has some deep rooted trauma from his childhood?? Just because of how secretive he is; i know hes eccentric but i feel like it’s more than that. A lot of ppl are upset at Vil for “changing” Rook somehow but i feel like rook changed his appearance to match with Vil, moved to pomefiore, etc. because HE wanted to be more like Vil, i feel like him meeting Vil was a rly big turning point for him. And with how upset he was at having to hurt dream Vil and Neige (and his fanboy bedroom😭😭) i feel like he’s really dependent on both of them for his happiness and he’s avoiding dealing with some traumatic experience, but this could be a stretch. I was wondering what your thoughts were. Sorry this was so long, have a nice night!!🫶

Mmm, maybe? There's certainly nothing to disprove the idea, although there also isn't much to support it. Rook doesn't strike me as someone who is scared or put off by most things. He was very much able to keep his calm and composure even in demanding, high-stress situations like the STYX base raid in book 6 and the rescue operation in Endless Halloween Night. If he has experienced something dangerous and/or dark, he gives me the impression that he could handle himself just fine. (This isn't to downplay trauma; I'm just saying that Rook could very well be the type of person that reacts and copes well with it.) As for him being secretive, it could be for other reasons such as his family's line of work (which is implied to be pretty important, since they have warp pads and villas all over Twisted Wonderland). This would be reasoning similar to why Jade and Floyd's father's occupation is kept dubious. Rook's secretive nature could also be an intentional diversion (ie purposefully playing "the fool") so it's easier for his targets to lower their guards around him or not take him seriously. Really, there's many reasons for his enigmatic and eccentric attitude. I'm also of the opinion that you don't necessarily need to have a deep-rooted trauma to get deep into fandom or stan culture. Sometimes you just get really into something and want to dedicate your entire being to that which holds your attention! For Rook, that's Neige and Vil--and it hurts him on a deep level to have to harm those who have brought him so much joy. I liken it to like... how TWST fans have merch shrines dedicated to their favorite boys. Non-Twsties may not understand our love and dedication to these characters, nor why we may get upset if those merch shrines are destroyed or damaged.

I think a lot of Rook's emotional attachment to Neige and Vil doesn't come from "relying" on them to fill in some void within himself. Rather, the behavior stems from him literally viewing them as pinnacles of beauty, combined with his own reverence for beauty itself and how they've helped his own character development. We know that, as a child, Rook struggled to express himself and was first introduced to the magic of the arts when he watched a play that starred Neige. The performance and show must have deeply resonated with Rook. Later on, we see that he, as a first year Savanaclaw student, acts much closer to the Rook we know of today. Invasive, bright, speaking his mind in a verbose way, etc. This makes me think that it was through stanning Neige that Rook was motivated to express himself in a more open manner. Then, when Rook meets Vil, he's inspired and encouraged to beautify himself so as to be like the works of art he already admires. As you've said, Vil isn't the one forcing change on Rook; instead, Vil gives the suggestion and Rook becomes enraptured with the idea--to the point where he changes dorms against Vil's advice. This is another huge turning point in Rook's life. He changes dorms, becomes Vil's right-hand man, and drastically changes his appearance too. This is all so he can be closer to the "beauty" he wishes to see, so he can fully dedicate himself to that chase. Neige was the impetus that started it all, and Vil is the one who motivated Rook to go "above and beyond" in his pursuit of beauty. So thinking about it, Rook has gone on his own journey of personal growth, and Neige and Vil are both closely tied to that. It's like how some of us TWST fans have been with the game for a few years now. We've grown and changed, and TWST has been with us every step of the way. I bet you're a totally different person today than you were when you first came across your current hyperfixations. That's bound to deepen the emotional connection we already have with the object of our affections--be it TWST for us, or Neige and Vil for Rook, no trauma necessary. From all of that, I get the impression that Rook cherishes Neige and Vil because he has "grown up" with them and they're so pivotal to who he is and has become as a person. When he has to turn his arrow on them, it may hurt him in the sense that he's destroying his passions or the very figures who have inspired him to come as far as he has. That's how I interpret it!

I still think it's fine to headcanon whatever you want for Rook's past though! There's no harm in filling in the gaps with whatever you think suits the character or the story.

[zukkaoru]

kunikidazai + 63

kunidazai + juno by sabrina carpenter. ft. transfem dazai, exactly as i promised ^.^ (suggestive content under the cut)

adore me, hold me, and explore me mark your territory tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one

Kunikida treats Dazai’s body like it’s something to be treasured.

She doesn’t understand why he does it—to her, it’s never been anything more than the vessel she must spend her existence trapped in. It works well enough, most of the time, except for when she forgets that she needs to eat or when she can’t get enough sleep or when she tries to put pressure on her leg for too long but that last one is a relatively new development and not exactly the inherent fault of her body. Except for the fact that it couldn’t withstand an elevator fall.

That’s beside the point.

Kunikida treats her like she’s precious, covering every last inch of skin with kisses and touches so gentle she fears she’ll shatter beneath them. All she’s ever known has been roughness—bruises and blood, blades and bullets, touch with intent to harm. She herself is a weapon with the ability woven into her flesh, inescapable for anyone who touches her.

But Kunikida—

He acts like it’s nothing.

He acts like touching Dazai is no different than touching anyone else. Like she’s not rotten to the core, like she’s not taking away part of his soul every second his skin is pressed against hers.

He presses the pads of his fingers into her hip, and she bucks up towards him, tugging valiantly where her hands are bound above her head.

“Kunikida—”

“Shhh,” he interrupts. He cups her face with his other hand, resting his thumb over her lips. She’s aching with the need for more, but the stubborn denial is so delicious she can hardly be upset. Still, she wants to put on a bit of a show, so she parts her lips in order to bite down on Kunikida’s thumb.

He frowns at her.

She whines, overexaggerated and pitchy.

Kunikida shakes his head, a fond sigh escaping him. “Is it really that hard for you to let me take care of you?”

Yes, Dazai thinks, but she’d never admit it aloud.

Thankfully, she doesn’t even have a chance to respond before Kunikida is leaning down, capturing her lips in a kiss. He pushes his tongue into her mouth slowly, carefully, with an adoration Dazai knows she doesn’t deserve. But she can’t help drinking up everything Kunikida offers her, even if the kindness hurts worse than any bulletwound.

She fears—

She has never wanted to fall in love before. It has only ever happened against her will, dragging her down kicking and screaming, because how could someone like her experience something that is supposed to be such a soft thing?

But with Kunikida…

With Kunikida, she wants. She wants it to be love, so badly it makes her sick. It’s a disgusting feeling, rooted in her chest, woven around her ribs and pressing into her heart.

“Dazai,” Kunikida whispers into her mouth, “let me show you the good I see in you.”

(Beneath his touch, she breaks.)

“Okay,” she relents, throat aching. “Please.”

And Kunikida kisses her like he wants her to be in love, too.

[the-s1lly-corner]

hiii could i get J, P, Q an U for Slender? thanks! and i hope your day is going really well >_<

More Fluff Alphabet /w Slenderman but these letters!

my days been pretty okay! slow, but not terrible :O gonna be slow from tomorrow until next saturday so i might promote requests being open ponders not proof read!! though to be fair i dont. think i proof read any of my stuff

J (JEALOUSY)-

he can get rather possessive in general when it comes to you or his proxies so uh

don't like, try to make him jealous on purpose, it doesn't end well for anyone involved. actually don't try to tick off forest demons in general

i know i keep saying stuff like "oh god forbid someone make you uncomfortable" in these but like. slenderman is still this huge powerful creature, i know my interpretation on him is a bit silly n different but he still has roots in the 2010s fandom interpretation, you know?

there will be... a mess... is what im saying

in the case that someone is being weird with you, he's less jealous and more angry, though, of course not angry at you

though there will be hard boundaries set in place if you try to rile him up on purpose, he doesnt want to waste his time on someone whos going to toy with him like that. both in a "hey thats not really cool or healthy of you to do to me or our relationship" and also "im fucking slenderman im a old ass powerful demon, who do you think you are?"

P (PETNAMES)-

he calls you; love, darling, my dear

he likes being called; really anything under the sun, because as long as its something coming from your mouth hes pleased, because it ultimately means hes yours and youre his

q (QUESTION)-

for more context see this post! dives into lore stuff for my au/hcs but it'll help add context to this segment!:

here!

hope the link copied well enough </3 if not you can find it on my blog, titled "all entwined in one web" or something along those lines

anyways

some variant of "why do you stay"

you could have decided to be with literally anyone else, but you chose a solitary self loathing demon who eats people in order to survive, created for the sole purpose to cause issues and harm to humanity

on one hand he wants you to stick around and keep him company; but on the other hand he wants you as far away from him as possible so you can go out and live your own life without being in danger or having to put up with his whole deal

please give him lots of reassurance, its going to take a lot for him to stop asking those kinds of questions; assuming he stops asking at all

U (UPSET)-

i feel like him being upset is similar to the jealousy part of this post, but just more. broad. like hes not going to take shit if youre going to try to upset him on purpose

hes more patient if its accidental, though. diving into a previous fluff alphabet, if its an accident and something that can be helped in terms of future instances hes likely to work through it with you. he knows his time with you is short, if his partner is a mortal, and he doesnt want to waste that time

soft slenderman my beloved, let this man have complex emotions and desires and whatnot

kinda just. vanishes when he gets real upset, though, since he cant control his anger that well and generally just doesnt want you to see him like that- best way to help him like that is to just give him time

if youre the one upset hes going to listen to you, if you need someone to talk to. man of few words, advice can go fifty fifty

either gives good advice or not good advice; and thats on him being around for a long time but not really spending a lot of that time you know... interacting with others in a meaningful way

bonus if you still live at your place he's going to do a bunch of your chores for you. in. varying degrees of success, similar reasoning as above since he doesnt really have a home of his own to do like. dishes or laundry at. still bouncing between if im going to have the mansion be a part of this au of mine or not, and if so, how its going to tie in to everything

shrugs

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Banana Fish Agere ໒ ˚⁎

I'm here again to asking for another one. So can I please request CG headcanons for Shorter Wong (Banana Fish). I like to see him as a big brother instead of a dada, so yep.

•Shorter embodies the classic protective big brother role, always keeping a close watch over those he cares about. He has a natural instinct to shield his loved ones from danger, whether it’s street trouble or emotional distress. He’s fiercely loyal and will put himself in harm’s way if it means keeping others safe

•Growing up on the streets, Shorter teaches practical survival skills, how to stay alert, avoid trouble, and defend yourself if necessary. He’s all about street smarts and often gives blunt advice, but it’s always delivered with a sense of humor to keep things light !

•Despite his tough exterior, Shorter has a big heart and knows how to comfort without being overbearing. When someone he cares about is upset, he’ll offer comfort in subtle ways like a reassuring pat on the shoulder, cracking a joke to lighten the mood, or simply being present without prying

•Shorter often hangs out with his little one late at night when they can’t sleep, whether it’s playing cards, watching old kung-fu movies, or just talking on the rooftop. He uses these moments to bond and let them vent about their problems without judgment

•Shorter takes it upon himself to teach those he cares about how to handle themselves in a fight. He emphasizes that it’s not about picking fights but knowing how to protect yourself when there’s no other choice. These sessions often turn into playful sparring matches that end with laughter

•In the tough world they live in, Wong does little things to show he cares, like giving up his jacket when it’s cold, sneaking extra food to those who need it, or patching up injuries without making a big deal out of it. He’s the type to help in a practical, no-nonsense way

•Shorter is all about letting people be themselves. He encourages others to embrace their quirks and not conform to what’s expected of them, even when society’s pressures are heavy. He’s the first to hype up someone’s unique talents or style choices, making them feel seen and valued

•Shorter’s approach isn’t the gentle, nurturing type; he’s more about tough love. He’ll push you to keep going when you want to give up, but it’s always clear that he’s rooting for you. He’s honest to a fault and won’t sugarcoat things, but his intention is always to help, not hurt

•Wong believes actions speak louder than words. He shows his care through what he does rather than what he says, whether it’s fixing something that’s broken, sharing a meal, or just hanging out in comfortable silence. These unspoken bonds are what make his relationships deep and meaningful

•Shorter’s loyalty is unbreakable. Once you’re part of his circle, he’ll stick by you through thick and thin, no questions asked. Even when times are dark and hope seems lost, he’s the type to stand by your side and face whatever comes, making sure you never feel alone

•Wong always notices when his little sibling starts getting drowsy, especially after a long day or when they’re feeling overwhelmed. Instead of forcing them to go to bed, he’ll casually suggest a "nap break" while they’re hanging out. He’ll put on a quiet movie or play soft music, and they’ll curl up on the couch together

•He might not be the type to sing lullabies, but he’ll gently ruffle their hair or just sit beside them, making sure they feel safe and protected until they drift off

•When Shorter’s little sibling is feeling down, he doesn’t push them to talk about it immediately. Instead, he tries to lift their spirits by doing something fun and low-pressure, like taking them for a walk around the neighborhood or grabbing their favorite snacks

•He’ll crack jokes or make funny faces to get them to smile. If they need to cry, he lets them, offering a quiet space and just sitting beside them, showing that it’s okay to be sad and that he’s there no matter what

•Shorter handles tantrums with a mix of patience and firmness. He doesn’t get angry; instead, he waits it out, making sure the regressor is safe and not hurting themselves

•He’ll kneel down to their level, speak in a calm voice, and gently say, "Hey, take a deep breath, okay? We’ll figure this out, sweetheart" . Once the tantrum subsides, he might suggest doing something physical, like kicking a ball around or hitting a pillow, to release any lingering frustration. He always makes sure to validate their feelings, reminding them it’s okay to be upset

•Shorter’s approach to a regressor refusing to eat is laid-back but concerned. He’ll sit with them and casually offer a variety of foods, trying to make it feel like a fun taste test rather than a forced meal

•He might say, "You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry, but let’s just try a little bite of this, okay?" If that doesn’t work, he’ll try to turn it into a game, pretending the food is part of a little adventure. He’s patient, never making it a battle, but always encouraging them gently, sometimes even eating together to make it feel less intimidating

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[f0point5]

Rant incoming. The tiktok block trend and that let them eat cake influencer topic.

Listen, the influencer/celebrity block trend is performative because it’s exactly that, a trend. By this time next year many will have already unblock them.

Instead of putting all this energy calling representatives doing actual work where it matters for the real change, they’re using influencers/celebrities as scape goats, which fine eat the rich whatever. (Deepest eye-roll)

However, when people that used to feel one way and learn and change their stance instead of allowing that to happen, people want to shit on them for a gotcha moment. Isn’t the point of call out culture to have people take a step back and learn?

“There’s no way she didn’t know what that audio meant” meanwhile multiple people in different videos where in the comments asking why the audio made people upset? Is it just possible that maybe just maybe she didn’t want this to be interpreted in a problematic way? Some people use tiktok to just be silly and have fun. For a long time people called using tiktok as “brain rot” now it’s a philanthropical app?

It’s the social media burning at the stake.

Yeah people got this idea that getting celebrities to do something will get politicians to do something, and I really think that idea is rooted in a very outdated view of fame/celebrity. In 2005 when there was such a thing as A-List celebrities with real name recognition and influence, maybe that was a thing. But nowadays, anyone with 1m tiktok followers is counted as a “celebrity” and I promise you government doesn’t care that Leah Halton is posting about whatever. The celebrities who might actually know how to contact government are too big to care about your temporary block tantrum.

But there’s no virtue signalling points for calling a congress member. And it takes longer and requires a little more knowledge on the actual topic than blocking Selena Gomez.

I really don’t buy that anyone wants to help anybody “learn”. Sorry but you can lead a horse to water, you can’t make it drink…unless you bully and abuse it and eventually force its head into the water until it can’t breathe. Educating people by force is not education. So the fact that you got an influencer to publicly support your stance on something because you threatened their livelihood is not a gotcha moment. It’s just called coercion. And they know that but they don’t care. Because all these people want to do is “win”, and prove that they are as or more important than the people they’re bitter about on their screens. If you’re just watching someone and buying the mascara they like…they have the power, but if you can hang up on them, threaten their career, and make them do what you want…then you win. And maybe you don’t feel so bad that they make 60k a post while you make 60k a year.

Oh and that audio lol. “She knew what it meant”…it doesn’t mean anything. It never meant anything. It’s a line from a movie where even in said movie they discuss that it was a slanderous quote used to antagonise people. Like…wow, enjoy proving that you ARE the mob, people. In a meta way, the quote actually means something because of the way people are reacting to it. (Side note, it really makes me laugh how all these lemmings on social media look back and judge their forefathers for the movements they participated in that harmed people and that they would have been on the other side had it been them…have I got news for you)

[andvys]

You are still his Blondie.

He is still Steve.

It's only begging of the chap and you're already bathing me in angst.

You shared another first together, last night. And that feels special and... intimate. It isn't something that he wants you to do with someone else - he doesn't want to imagine you with anyone else, at all.

He only wants this, you finding pleasure in him and no one else. He wants to feel special, he wants to feel needed. And so far, you have been good at making him feel such things.

And he tells himself that this is all it is - pleasure. That the gnawing feeling in his chest, the night before, wasn't jealousy. That it was only possessiveness that he had felt because he wants you all to himself.

My boy is down bad and he doesn't even know...

And yet, the warmth in his chest feels so alarming, a flame that he thought had died, sparking - even if weakly.

No. No. No.

“Oh, oh, I'm falling in love / Oh no, I'm falling in love again.”

"l'll prepare a bath for you to soak in then," he says, glancing at you, "it'll relax your muscles a little."

Steve licks his lips as he looks down at you, his eyes blinking as they flash with something other than lust. There is a softness in them that you haven't seen directed at you, ever before, and it makes your breathing stutter.

So he prepared bath for her, looks with softness st her, knows how she prefers her coffee and still has an audacity to say "It JuSt SeX"... 🙄🙄🙄

He never prepared baths for her, he never did her hair, he never made her breakfast, he never touched and kissed her the way he did with you.

NOT EVEN FOR NANCY

This is serious... Rachel, this is serious...

A part of you wants to ask him if he hit his head, if he is mistaking you for someone else, or if the sex was so good that he somehow developed more than just lust for you.

But you don't want to ruin the moment and risk losing this.

If you were a different girl, you could have this every day.

But you're you, and you only get this now, maybe it's a one time thing, or maybe it's something new in your relationship, and if it is, you will cherish any moment he will give you, for as long as he iswilling to have you.

I just... I wanna hug her so bad.

Not gonna lie, I enjoyed they're little banters a little too much. So refreshing to see them almost flirting and not fighting every second.

This whole conversation about Steve's family (thank you for his Italian roots, though. One of the favorite headcanons of mine). And specifically about his parents... The way she always feels so deep for him... And always wants to protect him...

'Why would you be so upset by him getting hurt?

Why would you care so much when you're nothing but friends now?

“WhY WoUlD YoU CaRe So MuCh” 🙄

Sigh.

Steve called Blondie princess 🥺 And will later pretend like it was nothing 💀

Not them having their little All Too Well moment 💀 I think I've seen this film before.

Right, no harm at all.

It's only your heart that he's breaking.

This is so tis' the damn season coded...

Eddie being caring and gentle with her is all I needed.

"Eddie," you whisper with a trembling voice as you look into his eyes through your blurred vision, "p-please don't tell anyone... I-I will lose him if the others find out. And this is the only way I can have him."

You didn't think that this night would be so much different from the one before.

You didn't think that it would end with you sobbing into your best friend's chest.

You didn't know yet, that it wouldn't be the last time that you would do that.

Your long review always make my day, I hope you know that. I always get excited to read them and see your reactions 🥹

The Labyrinth reference! That's exactly what I was going for hehe

I'm glad you liked the little lore about Steve's family -- I totally agree with all the headcanons about his Italian roots (they're definitely there)

I'm cracking up at how annoyed you are with Steve and his thoughts in this chapter. He's such an oblivious dumbass

THE ALL TOO WELL MOMENT -- listen, the "just between us, did the love affair maim you all too well?" may or may not make an appearance at some point -- but who knows

[cactusringed]

I WAS SO OUT OF FOCUS I ENDED MY SCARDUBS RANT BAD HI ITS ME HI HI. THIS IS A PART 2 EVERYONE NEW TO THIS ASK READ PART ONE IF YOU WANT IDC I DONT CONTROL YOU ITS 5AM I HAVENT SLEPT

OKAY SO

BDUBS WAS FURIOUS WHEN HE AGREED TO ATTACK SCAR. HE HAD WANTED TO, HE WANTED IT TO HURT, HE KNEW HE COULD HURT

BUT I THINK THAT SEEING THE FEAR BETRAYAL HURT IN SCARS FACE AS HIS SWORD CUT THROUGH HIS SKIN CAUGHT HIM OFF GUARD. YEAH, HE WAS FURIOUS AT SCAR IN A WAY HE KNEW HE HAD NEVER BEEN BEFORE, BUT SEEING THAT LOOK ON SCARS FACE WASNT WHAT HE EXPECTED. THE WEIGHT OF WHAT HE WAS DOING TRULY SET ON HIS SHOULDERS AND HIS HEART BROKE.

WHEN HE SAW SCAR PULL BACK THE STRING OF THE BOW, SHAKING AND TREMBLING, HE UNDERSTOOD. SCAR HAD FORGOTTEN THE WEIGHT LIKE BDUBS MUST HAVE, BDUBS WAS SURPRISED TO SEE IT ACTUALLY HURT SCAR.

HE UNDERSTOOD THAT THIS IS AN AWFUL PLACE TO BE IN, WHEN YOURE SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS AND YOUR ACTIONS HAVE A WEIGHT YOURE NOT USED TO. A WEIGHT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO BEGIN TO NAVIGATE OR HANDLE. THEY DID HORRIBLE THINGS BUT ITS THEIR SITUATION, NOT THEM. THEY CAN MOVE PAST IT

BDUBS *APOLOGISED*. HE TRIED TO FIX IT. FOR JUST A MOMENT, HIS ANGER WAS AT THE WORLD, NOT SCAR

BUT THEN SCAR BRUSHED OFF WHAT HE DID, WHILE BEING UPSET WITH WHAT BDUBS DID

HE WHINED AND WHINGED AND COMPLAINED ABOUT NO NO, **HE** DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG BUT BDUBS DID. IT WAS DURING A GAME BUT BDUBS WAS OUT OF NOWHERE

OUT OF NOWHERE????

A GAME THEY WERE WORKING TOGETHER IN. THEY WERE ALL GOING TO WIN WITH MINIMAL HARM. IT WASNT JUST OUT OF NOWHERE, IT WAS DURING A MOMENT OF HEARTFELT COMPASSION AND TRUST IN A TASK THAT WAS MEANT TO HURT THEM ALL

OUT OF NOWHERE????

SCAR WAS MAD AT HIM FOR RETALIATING AGAINST SCAR ***KILLING HIM***. IT COULDNT HAVE BEEN MORE THAN, WHAT, SEVEN HEARTS?

BDUBS DIDNT THINK HE WAS EVER ANGRIER. HE KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THAT ANGER. NOT WITH THE RESTRICTIONS, NOT WHEN HE WAS FULLY UNABLE TO DO ANYTHING TO HARM SCAR HOW SCAR HAD HARMED HIM. NOT WHEN THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO TO HURT SCAR OVER AND OVER AND OVER UNTIL HE GOT IT THROUGH HIS THICK HEAD

NOT WHEN THEY HAD A TASK TO COMPLETE TOGETHER

YOU EVER HEARD OF SUPERHEATED WATER??? ITS WHEN THE WATER MOLECULES THEMSELVES GET HEATED IN THE MICROWAVE, INSTEAD OF THE CONTAINER. IT LEADS TO THE WATER BEING COMPLETELY STILL UNTIL SOMETHING BREAKS THE SURFACE TENSION. ONLY THEN DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT'S BOILING

THAT WAS BDUBS!!!!

BDUBS WAS DETERMINED TO PUT IT ASIDE FOR NOW, THEY HAD A CHALLENGE TO COMPLETE. AND UNLIKE SOMEONE, HE WAS A MAN OF HIS WORD. HE WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE ALL THREE OF THEM SUCCEEDED. HE WASNT GOING TO BETRAY THEM LIKE SCAR HAD HIM, EVEN AFTER SCAR ***KILLED HIM***

AND SCAR? SCAR JUST SAW STILL WATER. HE DIDNT SEE THE BOILING BUBBLING ANGER WHEN HE AND BDUBS WORKED TOGETHER ON THEIR TASK. WHEN BDUBS HELPED HIM COMPLETE IT HIMSELF, HE ASSUMED THAT MEANT ALL IS WELL

NOW TELL ME

TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOMETHING BREAKS THE SURFACE TENSION

Giggles part 1 here

Bro honestly the fact that Scar got mad at BDUBS for fair and square retaliating OHHHHHH god you're so right actually. I think bdubs would've probably let it go it bitterly if scar genuinely apologised and took it as them being even but saying bdubs HIT HIM OUT OF NOWHERE. OHHHHH

this is bdubs' season baby, Bdubs who always put himself in the side character's shoes learning to be the main character (killing the ender dragon), having OTHER PEOPLE work to get him to the top (pearl rooting for him) and now babygirl's holding grudges because he's LEARNED HIS WORTH BABYYYYY OUGHHHHHGHG I HOPE HE KILLS SCAR I HOPE NEXT SESSION SEES HIS RAGE GROW OHHHHHH I WANT THE SCARDUBS TO BE SO DRAMATIC. OH BABEY

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

(Don't you love it when tumblr posts something that's meant to be saved)

"Sure I know her, we hung out at a few winter solstice festivals a while back, we even tried dating, of course that was before her dad and his cultists tried to gatecrash it and sell her to me as a bride. ...it really killed the mood for the rest of that last festival though".

Batmans eyes snapped to dannys face looking concerned "you met trigon? What exactly did he want from you to offer his daughter?" Danny shrugged before counting off on his fingers "Everything I could have given him basically. the ghost kings army, a physical body capable of anchoring him in reality and containing his power, access to the infinite realms... I didn't actually help him in the end if that's your concern?"

"What's the ghost kings army?" Whispered spoiler to nightwing who shrugged in reply "uh, the army of a ghostly king?" The fairies had settled on nightwings head and shoulders and were examining his costume. "Nightwing! Please be careful, those fairies are related to the cobbler elves from the fable. Unless you want to be unable to stop dancing in your old disco-wing outfit, politely decline any costume designs they suggest out of hand".

Nightwing startled stared closer at the fairies, one of them had pulled out a small measuring tape and was measuring his bodies dimensions while muttering to another one. "Huh, cool! Wait, you remember the disco-wing suit? Nobody remembers that!" "We try not to" giggled spoiler.

"My sister does, she's been secretly fangirling over you since Haley's circus. I visited her at gotham U a while back and spotted the disco-wing body pillow in her wardrobe- uh, spoiler please don't tickle Val too much, she might bite you out of sheer vindictiveness". Danny's attention switched to spoiler as nightwing and batman froze from his words.

Spoiler jumped and stopped petting the salamander "Sorry! Didn't mean to upset her". Danny smiled "oh its not that, she's just unhappy she's stuck in that form. My ex got infected with an extra dimensional parasite and to stop it from harming her and others I had to turn her into a cold blooded reptile to starve it out!"

Danny picked the salamander up and petted her gently "Valerie can't see very well and your costume is similar to the person who infected her so she might think you were vlad coming to mock her"

Constantine was grinning as he spoke up "so you turned your ex into an animal, huh, I didn't think you would have as much misfortune in your relationships as me!" Danny stared at constantine annoyed "I don't, unlike you and anyone around you. the fenton luck only affects me, i get on well with all my ex's 'and' I make sure to shield them from harm. Also my choice was turn her into a 'reptile'" danny stressed the word "or she turns into a flesh eating ghoul loose on the world. Besides, it's only one more week before her checkup then she's human again and back to bounty hunting!"

Danny turned to batman still watching him "now, since we've moved past the whole 'whose the better occultist' you mind telling me what the situation is that requires the bats on my doorstep and knowing about me?"

Batman didn't blink as he stated slowly "you know nightwings identity?" Danny cocked an eyebrow and gave his best legally blonde impersonation "what, like it's hard? If it helps nobody else will figure it out the same way. Jazz thought he had a cute butt when she saw him perform then proceeded to play 'match the butts' when he was robin. I personally put a seal on the dead so nobody would speak your identities without permission of their king. Now, again. what did you need help with?"

Constantine coughed and shuffled before speaking "uh, I um discovered recently that the demons I had contracts with sold them to someone unknown, I have to go find out who has them before something bad might happen".

"Uh huh, is that all or can you get out of my office?" Danny turned to a glowing filing cabinet and started rooting around in it. "What? No, oh no not constantine, life is cruel' or are you a 'ha, suffer hellblazer, actions have consequences!'"

"Neither, I learnt my lessons when I was younger, I'm a 'deal with this now before it's a problem later' kind of person, here. Get out of my office" danny dumped a pile of contracts on the desk "93% total contracts on a one John 'hellblzer' Constantine. 5% belongs to the ghost king and is untradable, any further attempts to sell your soul or first-born will summon a skeleton who will observe the situation then smack you in the back of the head. You're welcome"

Constantine looked stumped at the pile of contracts, you bought them from the demons? Why?"

"Bought? Those idiots can't play poker without cheating and I'm better at it. They also got sloppy when I put the crown up as prize, told them the crowns not worth fractions of a mortals soul" danny winked at spoiler "I got three magic swords, two powerful grimoires and atrocitus's stolen red power battery which I'm using to power the sun in my living room!"

"Now if you'll excuse me I have a client coming in soon who wants to talk to her departed husband, Nestor really want to tell Minnie about his time in the afterlife"

Danny shuffled them out of his office and towards the front door, nightwing put up a hand and asked as danny got them outside his door "uh what happened with trigon, he didn't just accept a no did he?"

"No, but when he threatened to blow up the festival I willingly took him to the sarcophagus of eternal sleep and gave him the key... then I pushed him into it and locked it again, now pariahs got a room mate"

"Ta ta!" Was the last thing said as danny closed the door

-

(Danny's definitely investing in a peep-hole for the front door and taking a page from madame xanadu)

Bonus: how danny treats pariah (and now also trigon) in the sarcophagus of eternal sleep.

"Oh, fuck no." The door is slammed, unfortunately for him, the guy stuck his foot in the jamb and pushed it open again.

"C'mon luv!" Constantine smiles charmingly, not waiting for Danny and entering the apartment.

At least Batman, Nightwing and Spoiler had the patience to wait for him to invite them in. Sagging against the door, he beckoned them inside.

Despite the caution, Spoiler gleefully stepped in, looking around like a child in an amusement park— which might not be too far off.

His apartment is, with all its wards and enchantments, very magical inside than it is outside.

The planetary system of another world, used as light for the living room and for practice.

(Nightwing is careful with what he touches. He still remembers the hours they spent in Mumbo Jumbo's hat.)

Batman on the other hand is following Constantine and Danny to what he assumes to be the office, if the amount of magical stuff carelessly laying around means anything.

"Alright fucker, what are you doing here? And how did you even know I live in gotham?"

John had the audacity to look abashed, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"Something came up and you know Gotham doesn't like me. She is much more used to you and I wanted to introduce bats to you, in case of emergency."

The young adolence stares owlishly.

(How did Constantine expect him to act at the fact that he's trusting a magical situation into the hands of a stranger?

Batman isn't sure how good the boy even is!)

"That's incredible thoughtful of you Connie." Danny hums. "What did you lose for your sorry ass to come here?"

Spoiler snorts, petting a red salamander. "He didn't lose anything." She reassures with a wave, giving an exaggerated smile and raising her brows to show that she's finding it very amusing.

Constantine sputters.

"Ancient knows how Zatanna and Raven deal with him."

Nighteing perks up from the side where he'd looked over the books, some pixie fairies(?) fawning over him? "Raven? You know her?"

Danny suppresses another sigh.

[gothlyte]

Phil’s Guide to Forgiveness

If you read all this you will be granted power as my champion or think I’m a dumbass. Just in case, if someone is stuck at the same point I was at for most of my life until like a month ago, that I was told but either did not listen or did not understand, as well as my interpretation of it:

Forgive yourself.

To learn how to forgive yourself (and others but first yourself), you need to literally say “I forgive myself.” Even in your mind is fine but say it. Even if it’s a lie right now say it. Even if every fiber of your being is screaming “I hate myself, I want to die” you need to say it because that’s the only way it can start. Then, every time those thoughts come up, or memories of traumatic or unkind or embarrassing events come, you need to forgive yourself again.

And sometimes you’re going to realize that you WERE in the wrong. Take it in stride because you recognized what was wrong with your behavior and that is not as common as it should be and now it is imperative that you work to make it right. You should feel a sense of guilt proportional to the harm done, but be careful not to let shame expand beyond its use or take over your mind as that will halt your progress. It should only go so far as it is helpful to the growth of yourself AND others.

HERES THE THING: eventually you’ll remember being abused or bullied or publicly embarrassed and you will forgive yourself rather quickly because you’ve learned it and shedding your shame comes easy now. But you’re still angry at your abuser.

And that’s an issue because to forgive yourself you had to admit that there were variables you couldn’t account for in the past and that people CAN change. And they can. And you can. And so can the people who hurt you. And those people had entire lives and conditions behind them and traumas inherited and gained throughout their lives that led them to that moment too. And sometimes that’s not enough for you to forgive them and you may feel like it never will be. And sometimes you’ll realize that you were being self-absorbed and that you, again, were in the wrong and getting your ego crushed that way hurts because it always comes unexpectedly. And then you forgive yourself because you were hurt and you understand now and you forgive them because you realize they were hurt too.

And you do that and eventually you stop getting headaches because you remembered you puked on the bus and yourself and maybe a little on the girl sitting next to you when you woke up late one day and had to run to your stop. And you stop getting headaches from regrets and shame about past actions taken against you and committed by you. And you stop getting headaches from memories of strange behaviors and things you recognize now as defense mechanisms from trauma.

And you will be tested in the present tense. That’s where everything goes from theory to practice. Heads up, you’re going to fail sometimes AND THATS OKAY. You’ll get upset and be unable to immediately forgive something and have to think on it and say “why did this hurt so much?” Not only “what made me mad” because you clearly know that but “why is it sticking with me?” Finding first the root action that upset you then identifying the emotion that it caused and what it means for you. Maybe you realize you have a tendency to feel alienated when you’re not being specifically catered to, and that exclusion hurts you especially for one reason or another. Once aware, you should also recognize how that trait can harm others and work to check yourself before and when and after it happens.

And an overwhelming amount of the time miscommunication is the real issue. And in these cases, when you know that someone who hurt you is not some evil manipulator, but your friend or coworker or neighbor that was inconsiderate to you or you to them it is possible to forgive them because they don’t have any power over you. And power is the difference.

And forgiving someone publicly out of spite is not forgiveness and you are not in the right, sarcasm and an attempt at humiliation will never be the foundation of the high road. And sometimes when you apologize for your past behavior, you will find that the person you hurt or were inconsiderate to never cared in the first place. And that may first embarrass you, but you forgive as always and are liberated from a shameful act only you were aware of.

And let me be clear that to forgive is NOT to forget. People who haven’t reflected exist. People who know better and choose to do bad exist. You do not need to trust someone who wronged you to be freed from their burden. And you do not need to start or stay in a relationship with someone who wronged you to forgive them. And you do not need to stay with someone you wronged to forgive yourself. If they have started down the path to self-improvement that’s great but you do not need to prove it or be a part of it.

All of that is to say:

Forgiveness is for you. It is rejecting the hold others have on you, of their creation or yours, and moving beyond. Nothing more, nothing less. The past is the past and the best we can do is learn from it.

Forgive yourself.

[anthonybialy]

Joining a Side

It’s time to fill ourselves with hope that we can change everything.  Is that a lot?  Let’s dismantle the invasive unjustified reigning contraption.  Call it the patriarchy so woke types will help.  America’s royal family is only pretending they possess the authority to tell others how to live.  Genuinely hideous results are merely the start of issues.  Allegedly free people are bothered for the crime of existing.  Forget being successful unless you’d like to be punished for working.

Everyone in the booth technically chooses one side.  But it’d be nice to not merely be rooting against the other option.  We’ve coped with too many humiliations to list them all, which is an inadvertently successful tactic.

Voting for something would offer a dose of positivity.  I feel nauseous, too.  But maybe it’s nice to maintain a creed.  There might be just enough sweetness to upset the stomach.  The candy hangover is a worthwhile side effect.

A lack of commands would be a pleasant break from the last couple of unfortunate decades to see policies at work.  The problem is there aren’t any.  Government is to life as TikTok is to attention spans.  The only useful federal work involves removing barriers that previous office-filling stooges dropped where they please.  The world will merely be less dumb without needless hurdles placed in our lanes by capricious officials.

Everyone enjoys destruction.  The problem with Democrats is how they do so with useful structures.  Wouldn’t they prefer watching YouTube clips of professional demolition like every normal person?  The inability to create anything useful must be why pushy liberals loathe the private sector so much, as they think everyone else only harms useful things as well.  The only thing worse than uselessness is projecting it on the useful.

Chant like a mantra that learning positivity is possible.  It would be nice to actually support a thing even if just to see how it feels.  This is as optimistic as I get.  I’ll maintain cynical balance by using the notion to rail against interdiction.  There are so few chances to be supportive when the default setting is to mandate erstwhile free people participate in deleterious nonsense.

Advocacy takes the form of not wanting to get ripped off by authorities.  Revolutionaries merely call for obeying the Constitution, which sort of should be a job requirement.  Actual rules are preferable as opposed to the current system which is based upon selecting whoever is the pushiest bully.

Tearing down artifices is particularly gleeful if that policy involves removing terrible dolts from positions where they can infiltrate autonomy.  True individuals simply come out in favor of not needing to advocate anything further.  Americans who tire of a loving president making a different grocery item unobtainable every week can surely get behind being left alone.  Or perhaps you’d prefer having your natural gas stove banned since you can’t afford an omelette’s ingredients, anyway.

It’s officially radical to be in favor of not being bothered.  It’s easier to eschew an activity, which should appeal to politicians who run for office precisely so they can slack off.  The only field where members work more feverishly to steal is the mafia, and it’s way tougher to break into that field.

Americans are given a hard time by the softest managers.  Our representatives love telling us what we can’t do.  It’s not like constant hectoring produces remarkable results from the harried.

A drill instructor turning shiftless recruits into a lean fighting unit is the only time federal bossing works.  You may have noticed we don’t have a draft anymore.  By contrast, the commander-in-chief thinks he’s entitled to order those who have no interest in being recruited.  The nation ends up with less upper-body strength than before basic training begins.  It’s no wonder he thinks fleeing wars wins them.

Hiring someone for a government job then snarling any time the trainee attempts a task only seems negative.  Stopping hassling is the only reasonable political goal here in these advanced times.  Adding a quasi-legal sheen shows a lack of commitment.  Have the decency to not even feign constitutional justification.  Admitting they think the law is whatever they decide is good would feel purer.  There would be no different effect, meaning the country would be as unproductive as it is indebted.

You don’t have to be that much of an anarchist to support a mild reduction in intervention.  Shrinking-government enthusiasts are not railing against the system but rather how the setup has been manipulated to make the ruled believe there’s no option other than enduring commands about every last thing.

Demanding respect for natural rights is the new subversion.  Opposition to frightful irritation is inspirational in its way.  Absence of pain will have to suffice.

[maximuswolf]

Discussion: caffeine addiction or hobby/habit?

Discussion: caffeine addiction or hobby/habit? I'm not asking or giving any medical advice, but anyways if this breaks the rules somehow okay mods just go right ahead. Hope it doesn't So recently I've been hearing and seeing lots of stuff regarding caffeine addiction and I think that people sort of demonizing caffeine and coffee for being "the only legal psychoactive drug" and everything. But, I think, people really misunderstand how caffeine works and think that it is some magic substance that makes you temporarily invincible. I bet you know what I'm talking about. The thing is, I don't think there's caffeine addiction for people who drink coffee (at least reasonable amounts). Caffeine persists in sodas and energy drinks and as far as I comprehend it does so in bigger quantities than in actual coffee. So I think thats where the real root of something like caffeine addiction lies. As daddy Hoff said in his video, linking to some research I'm just gonna trust (granted daddy Hoff is not someone who'll tell you to stop drinking coffee cause you're an addict), average person can drink 2-3 filter coffees a day with no harmful effects since a cup of coffee has just around 200 mgs (or some other unit) caffeine. I've been enjoying coffee for more than 2 years now. I drink 1-2 cups a day, not to wake up or something, but just because I like the taste. I don't have coffee "first thing in the morning", usually it is around 1-2 hours after I wake up. During this time I had some days when I didn't have coffee at all (like today, it's 3 pm and I haven't had any yet and I feel fine) and i never felt anything like "withdrawal" syndromes like sleepiness or headache or something, at least I couldn't link them to lack of caffeine. Same goes for my best friend who is also a coffee nerd. I did, however, experience somewhat negative effects that can be linked to too much caffeine, like dehydration, twitchiness, mood swings (those can happen if I had more than 3 cups per day, which is quite rare). I like to have my coffees with breakfast and I'm just used to the taste, used to having a cup of coffee with some nice food. I think if I don't have a coffee in the morning I might be upset but not because of caffeine or lack of thereof, but because of I can't have something tasty I want right now. I'd be as upset as if I'd want some fresh bread but the bakery was all out. Of course, I'm not a scientist and I never intended to make any kind of research but I'm just genuinely curious. I think people have no clue how coffee actually works and all of the "effects" that are attributed to coffee are just placebo effect for people who get a jumbo latte with caramel on their way to work. I know that a coffee sub is probably not the right place to ask for opinions on caffeine addiction (maybe we are all crazy indeed), but I know there are people who are smarter than me on this sub, so What are your thoughts? Have you experienced a caffeine addiction yourself? Do your shaking hands reach for your dad's dusty nescafe can when you're all out of washed Kenya? Submitted May 11, 2023 at 04:31AM by timmeh129 https://ift.tt/ORP2yx9 via /r/Coffee

[spacexseven]

to let a good deed go unpunished

NOTE: for the anime-only's, there may be a few spoilers about tecchou below, so please keep that in mind. i and Hopefully this isn't too ooc lol :< still waiting for more tecchou content ^^ i'm spelling his name as tecchou here, instead of tetchō :>

REQUEST: general y! tecchou headcanons from @shumidehiro

CW: yandere character, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, obsession, jealousy, stalking

- an encounter with tecchou is an opportunity that is hard to come by outside of his work, since he's more devoted to his duty of upholding justice more than anything

- that's not to say it's impossible. besides, as long as he recognizes you share the same values as him, you'd easily make an impression on him, even if you didn't plan to do so

- due to tecchou's nature, he easily focuses on things that pique his curiosity or admiration. he can spend hours watching you display your sense of justice or leadership (much like the ants he watched without moving)

- while tecchou can be either a platonic or romantic yandere, his overall intentions are the same. he wants to protect you from the cruel, imbalanced world he's used to. he knows your beliefs can change in a moment once you realize the true nature of people, and doesn't want that to happen

- tecchou doesn't like lying to you or deceiving you. he's an honest person by nature and hates using force or mind games to get you to do something. since he believes sincere discussion is the best way to ease tensions, arguments with tecchou never get out of hand - most of the time he's not able to pick up on what you're feeling, nor does he stop to consider how you're affected as a consequence of his actions. in fact, he's surprised to know that you actually feel more paranoid than safe because of his constant surveillance - because unfortunately, as you'll quickly realize, tecchou genuinely believes his actions are helping you. you may be upset at his rigid rules but he only wants to protect you - he thinks you don't understand that his actions come from a place of good intentions, so while he's ready to hear out your concerns, it's impossible to get him to change his ways when they're so rooted in his personal values, and so he'll keep justifying his own actions to you. - tecchou feels responsible for protecting you from the evil intent of anyone else. due to this, he indirectly restricts your social circle so that all your friends are all either in the hunting dogs or involved with them in some way

- tecchou doesn't ever toy with you or harm you. however, that's not to say he won't hurt others...

- he revels in his ability to make any potential target tremble in fear from just his glare. and even if they don't back down from that, he has an array of methods to silence anyone who dares come in his way

- while tecchou doesn't consider himself violent, he's willing to dirty his hands to protect you. but at first, he doesn't actually consider hiding it from you

- it's likely a hunting dog member (jouno) would be the one to advise him about keeping it a secret. jouno's the one who explains to him that even if he was protecting you from who he deemed as 'evildoers', you'd probably not appreciate the sentiment

- in fact, you'd likely be horrified at the thought that tecchou would be so cruel as to harm someone who only wanted to talk to you. you could only justify tecchou's actions if you believed he was only truly apprehending criminals, which is ultimately why he makes sure you never catch him hurting someone else

- he doesn't want you to lose your trust in him, which is why kidnapping and imprisonment are also not in tecchou's plans; not unless he absolutely has no other choice. he fights off the evil from your shadow, and ensures that you are none the wiser

(softer hcs below that i felt didnt match with the rest)

- tecchou's not used to physical affection, but will quickly adapt to your preference. since he's physically a lot stronger than a regular person due to his modifications, it'll take him a while to figure out if he's holding you too tight or if he's hurting you

- he'll be happy if you want to join him while he's working out. whether you want to help out, watch or try working out alongside him, he'll appreciate the company

[dragonanon]

I’ve got Beehive Gear station brain worms again, and Bee Elesa brings in SO much angst potential for this au and I am here for it. So here’s a mildly angsty blurb.

It was honestly just poor timing that Elesa “returned” to the hive while you had a belly full of eggs. You weren’t feeling that great about being so big and heavy to begin with, and having your Kings and Drones fawn over someone who would’ve been the Queen now were it not for the fact that the previous Queen was a complete sociopath, was NOT helping in the slightest. The hormones from the strange pseudo pregnancy were not helping either, and in fact only exacerbated your jealousy and feelings of low self esteem.

At the end of the day however, you were honestly more upset about the fact that you were even getting upset about this in the first place. It’s completely petty and unjustified, and you know it. Your Kings and Drones have never once given you any reason whatsoever to doubt their love and loyalty to you, and even now as you lay sulking in a blanket burrito and watching “The Real Housewives of Nimbasa City” in the dark, you don’t doubt any of them. So why on Earth were you getting so bent out of shape about this then??? No one has done anything wrong, yet here you are feeling like a bitter jealous cow. And you hate it. You hate it SO fucking much, and you don’t want to burden your poor hive OR Elesa with your petty sour grapes because they don’t deserve to subjected to that nonsense.

So instead, you stay curled around your belly and join the, admittedly bitchy, group of women on screen in reveling in the fact that the bitchiest woman in the group is currently making a complete fool of herself at a bachelorette party. No joke she’s about to get herself kicked off the yacht for her drunken bs, and at this point you’re just rooting for her to fall overboard before she can get kicked off because tbh, fuck her.

The Hive has obviously noticed your shift in mood though, and how you’ve taken to holing yourself up in your chambers and binging reality TV shows. However no one really knows what to do about it because you insist that you’re fine, and while you aren’t necessarily doing anything harmful or bad, something is very clearly bothering you but you’re refusing to talk to anyone about it. It’s making the Hive uneasy knowing that their Queen is upset about something, but they can’t figure out what it is and you won’t tell them either.

The Kings are especially distressed, they’re your Kings, your confidants! You’re supposed to be able to turn to them when something’s bothering you, yet you’re pushing even them away! This is completely abnormal behavior for you, and it has them worried about you and the eggs you carry.

Seeing her close friends and former Hive in distress, Elesa takes it upon herself to talk to you and try to find out what’s going on. You resist at first, insisting that you’re fine and just want to continue watching your shows. Until Elesa takes you by the hands and says “You don’t have to put on an act for me. I might only be a Princess, but I still know when a Queen is putting on a brave face to mask the hurt they feel deep down. I’m not going to make you talk about what’s bothering you, but if you need or want some support, I’m right here.”

Well that broke the dam, and now you’re openly bawling. Elesa doesn’t say anything, but holds you close and rubs your back in a soothing manner while you sob into her coat. After your initial sobbing dies down, you tearfully explain how insecure in your body and position you’ve been feeling lately. And how you feel so guilty for being Queen when it should’ve been Elesa in your place. You feel awful for even HAVING these feelings because by all accounts, your life is so perfect that you should have nothing to be upset about and you should be grateful for your current life.

Elesa comforts you through all of this, reassuring you that you’re a wonderful Queen who deserves to be where you are now and having these thoughts and feelings don’t make you a bad Queen. She does ask though why you kept this in for so long. You explain that you didn’t mean to but seeing how happy your Kings and Hive have been since she came back, you felt like it would be selfish of you to ruin that happiness with your negative thoughts and feelings by making everything about you. So it was easier to just withdraw and not voice how lonely and neglected you felt.

Elesa is still calm and reassuring to you, offering much needed comfort to you as she helps you get settled in for a nap. After that however, the shitstorm begins! Elesa storms out of your chambers and straight to the Kings (Insert the “menacing” Jojo meme), where after knocking them both upside the head, proceeds to give them the verbal buttchewing of a lifetime and she lays it on THICK; scolding them both for being so neglectful to their Queen, that she had to turn to a near stranger for emotional support!

“We didn’t know she was feeling so terrible, she never told us-“

“SHE IS YOUR QUEEN, YOU DONKEYS! SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO SPELL OUT EXACTLY WHAT SHE’S FEELING TO GET YOU TWO TO PAY ATTENTION TO HER! HELL, HAVE EITHER OF YOU EVEN BOTHERED TO VISIT HER TODAY??”

The Kings are mortified by the realization that they’ve been severely neglecting their poor Queen, and during a time when you’re at your most vulnerable no less! Their first instinct is to rush to you, to comfort you and beg for your forgiveness. But Elesa physically stops them, saying that you’re currently taking a much needed nap and that if they DARE wake you up, she will personally castrate them both. The Kings know well enough that Elesa isn’t one to make empty threats, so they back down and instead start working on putting together lavish little spa day of sorts for when you eventually wake up.