#i just don't want to accept that some people choose to be so sour and mean
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non-un-topo · 2 years ago
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Hey if you ever want to be condescended and teased every time you open your mouth, just spend the holidays with family ahahaha
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deesseshesca · 5 months ago
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What truth must I accept to move on ?
What again ? No ! No ! No ! You swore it will be the last time…
Good night pretty souls, today we are checking on your situation. Why did it needed to happen ? How can you alchemise it ? 
Choose the image that’s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY what’s reasoning with YOUR SITUATION 
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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 
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PILE 1 
Ace pentacles, ace wands (reverse), page swords (reverse), chariot, 999
Good night to my type A people, welcome to your reading. So lately you have concocted the most perfect budgeting plan to attend to your goals in the most efficient and successful way. I am also getting that you brought cute little things to ensure to motivate you throughout this saving journey. You know you're going to need to make some sacrifice on the way. Which can be frustrating in summer, especially when you see everyone around you spending a bag. I want to congratulate you for the healthy mindset you have regarding your money. Most of you are saving for your first car or first apartment. Someother to fund a change of career, thinking of starting nursing school or just to survive college. While others are trying to start a side hustle like becoming a lash tech or a nail tech. While harboring this tunnel vision mindset, I'm getting that people around you are not very supportive. Going as far as mocking you. But the truth you must accept: the journey towards your goal will never go smoothly. Pile 2, you are the type to plan for hours down to the very second. Anticipating everything that can go right or wrong. And when it does not go your way, you say ‘’fuck it. It ain’t even  worth it anyway. If it was really meant to be it will be easy’’ BULLSHIT ! You are the problem. You are to focus by the end of the journey, that you forget that you have to walk through the journey. Not just fly to it. Sometimes on your path something might stings or feet might hurt. The real issue is that you are missing stamina and only want to feel good. Good job, you have your priorities straight. But girl, you ain't just saving for some Mcdonal meal or a new lip gloss. You want a car, a house, a new career. Since the goal is bigger it requires more sacrifice. Letting go now, wil be like taking a big ‘’L’’.Head up, discipline over motivation. Building muscle is hard and it takes time just like a habit. Plus you have to stop thinking that life is happening to you. Babygirl, everyone got issues, you are not the only. Imma touch your heart when I said this, you are not the strongest soldier, so pick it up and keep it pushing. Because this victim mentality is making you act sour with people around you. I’m afraid to announce it to you, but you are the bad energy, you are the negative vibes rn. Hold on, before you click off this reading after this beautiful drag (you must admit…) is you have too much potential. And is pissing me off that you are allowing it to slip away from your hands. You are capable of standing strong on your boundaries and to create an amazing plan. That’s some qualities one will take a lifetime to master and you are born with it. Don’t become forceful, be the amazing leader you are meant to be. Don’t give up ! You will be rewarded in your finances/career. Finish what you started. The worst is that you know all that already. What’s funny is that you keep saying you don’t care, but your mind screams for it, your soul keeps reminding you that it wants it and your pinterest ain’t giving up on the vision yet.  Do do everyone a favor and go get it.  Do a deep life clean so you can make room for some new energy. Reflect on your life choices.
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Super shy -Newjeans
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PILE 2 
Death (reverse) , ace cups, magician (reverse), emperor
You were meant to read this. Now ! Right now is giving the biggest scam in history just like what’s happening in your life. I’m hearing the tiktok that goes ‘’ Ok now, where’s the camera now. I must be getting prank now’’. The reality…you don’t want to move on.  You yearn for a past that ain’t never coming back. You also don’t want to deal with anything that can trigger you. But you can’t claim you heal, if you have the same reaction when the universe sends you variation of the same problem. And isolating ain’t going to help your case. But the universe finally got the message. Lucky you, you are getting to send a friend. Someone that will bring the sun back into your life. That person will trigger you (in a good and necessary way ) and she will not allow you to sabotage the way of y’all friendship. I’m understanding : poor timing, don’t have resources, cocky, delulu, personality disorder, force = I think you are going to have a Karen moment in a shop close to your house. She is going to trigger a crisis in you. Instead of looking at you like you are crazy, like most people do. That person will play along. Y’all going to be 2 crazy bitches in the store. And instead of feeling cornered, you will weirdly feel valited because usually when you act out people call you crazy. You just found another crazy person. Everytime will go back into the store, she will always be there. You will try to avoid her , but nah she will jockly always go to you. That person will grow on you. I’m feeling the opposite aesthetic. I see her being a bimbo and loving it and you our little emo angel. Honestly, I fell in love with her energy while channeling her. I was trying so hard to stay serious but nah, I ended up having a dance break. How can u notlove her, she’s a sweetheart. Girl, you might THINK, that you ain’t doing enough. But your spirit guard, the universe, anyone that allows themself to see more than what you project and I can assure that you are on top of your game. Especially after everything you went through and put up with. Keep your focus and discipline. You got this babe ! I’m proud of you ! When you are ready, let go of the version of you that no longer serves you. You don’t need to pay the price of your mistakes. 
I’m hearing: ‘’ You deserve this friendship’’ 
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POP - NAYEON
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PILE 3 
Knight swords, ace pentacles (reversed), seven cups, High priestess, 1313 
Everything was fine until it wasn’t. When did it all go so wrong? It happened so unexpectedly. The only thing left standing is your BFF/sister. You never thought life would take u off overnight. I’m hearing you failed some important exams or your parents are very good but they badly gambled the finances and you have to pay the price for it. The truth is … it is always in front of your face. It’s been a while that you have been seeing and feeling that your studying routine is not working for you. But prefer to pretend that is everything else but what’s ahead of you. You always had a feeling that your parents were awful with money but did not dare to try to know how badly. Is not too late…yet. For a while now you pretend to be happy. Thinking that the more you fake it, you will finally feel it. Now you are down bad emotionally. You never thought you would ever be there. Babe is the the time to give in into distraction. Now you need to pull the rag under your feet and face your fears. You want to know what happiness is really about. You know it is time to do some deep healing. To question your self belief. From the silliest question to the most disturbing. ‘’Is my fav color really red ? What do I actually think about the government ? ‘’ You need some shadow work. Is not the time to act, is the time pounder. Also is your life. Babe nobody is behind you. If you want to take 1 year or 1 month at the crossroad nobody is coming for you. As long as you are confident about your choice. Is time to start fresh ! Step out of your comfort zone. You will learn a new skill that will get you some abundance and recognition. Be confident and trust in your decision. 
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What is love - TWICE
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2kyo7 · 1 year ago
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𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌; 𝟎𝟒
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"SO GOOD!" TUK SHOUTED, wanting everyone to know the goodness of the fruit she'd just bitten into, its pink essence lining her lips and cheeks. The same fruit you'd brought to her family in a basket earlier that week and no one dared to eat from your gift either, except Tuk who absent mindedly picked out the food when no one was looking due to its beautiful color. "No Tuk, don't eat that!" Kiri said, attempting to snatch the item away from her younger sister's hand, a game of cat and mouse being played until their father interjected. "Knock it off baby girl, just let your sister eat."
"But Dad..."
"And I don't wanna hear another word about it." Jake was fast to shut down his daughter's words of opposition, he understood Kiri's dislike for you after your harsh treatment these past few days, but he also understood why you had such a hard time accepting them. Neytiri hissed at her mate, "Jake...your daughter is not in the wrong, that girl has been cold to us for several days and has taught our children nothing of this new world." She reasoned with Jake to prove that their Kiri's actions were just, half scolding him for taking the side of someone he barley knew. "For all we know these fruits are infested with bugs."
Jake considered his wife's words for only a moment before jumping to choose a fruit for himself, a yellow one covered in spikes caught his eye as he took it out of the basket and devoured the snack in one large bite. He expected the fruit to be bitter and sour, instead his taste buds were met with an refreshing, almost enlightened flavor filled to the brim by juice.
The Sully's watched in interest while Jake's eyes opened wide, "this is pretty damn good. 'Tiri you gotta try one." Neytiri wondered if his reaction was exaggerated for the sake of being kind as she hesitantly took a bite of the fruit Jake held out to her. She would of course, never show her true feelings to the tasteful gift, opting to continue arguing against Jake. "Just because she brings us fruit, does not mean we can allow her to torment our children any longer."
Lo'ak winced at his mother's wording, sure you had not been the warmest towards them, but he's more than positive you could be much worse. "Torment is a strong word Mom, more like—" He found himself caught on how to better describe you in an attempt to salvage your reputation in the eyes of his mother. Sure he had not spoken to you as much as the others, and it wasn't because he'd been scared of you by any means, more like intimated.
Yes, Lo'ak can't remember the last time a girl "intimidated" him besides his own mother. You'd walked up to the foreign na'vi without any hesitation at all, while the rest of your people only stood and gawked—he always wondered if Ronal had not said what she had, was there any possibility of the two of you...being more? Not to mention your eyes, they were striking, pierced into the soul of anyone you simply glanced to. At least, that's what Lo'ak felt whenever he'd barely even be in your line of sight. But most of all, you were respected by everyone in your tribe—something Lo'ak would never accomplish, not now, not ever.
Sometimes he wondered if the intimidation sprouted from a place of envy. The people were always quick to flock to your side when in need, you were constantly praised for anything by all, young and old. Never ending stories were told to him by the other Metkyania whenever he'd ask, he sometimes questioned their reality, but every great legend has their fonnies too.
If only Lo'ak had the courage to speak this amazement he'd grown for you, maybe things would be different.
Kiri groaned at Lo'aks affinity towards you, "okay...she tolerates us, at most." Neytiri moved to wrap an arm around her daughter to relieve some of the stress she felt, "maybe the two of you are more alike than you know." Neteyam chimes in, now holding his own fruit that he broke in half to share with Tuk who happily accepted. "You both share a love for animals and stuff, that's why you butt heads so often."
"No, we butt heads because she provokes me." Leaning into her mother Kiri continued to think of every interaction she'd ever had with you, most of course, terrible but she did recall a time where you'd taught her about an animal she'd subtly caught interest in. But nothing could outweigh the negative affect your words and actions left. "Learn to get along with ___, alright? Let everything that's happened this far go. Maybe this is just her teaching best she knows how." Everyone went silent after Jake's words, he knew what it felt like to be looked down upon because you're an outsider, but he also knows what it feels like to be accepted when proving your worth. "Your mother wasn't exactly open to the idea of me comin' into the clan either, look at us now."
Neytiri grumbled something inaudible beneath her breath, at the mention of her actions so long ago being compared to now's events. The story was something they've heard a million times before, but never did they think it would be applied to their own lives. "She'll come around kids, I promise." Jake grabbed ahold of Neytiri's hand lovingly a small smile adoring his face.
The Sully children looked to one another with looks of uncertainty, only hoping their father's words would come to fruition.
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You hummed to yourself, following behind Tsireya as the both of you carefully watched the shore for any signs of life. She carried a round bowl that carried many small aquatic animals, all of the same species—though there were many slight differentiations between each of them. "I cannot wait to eat these Tsireya! This year's cook will be wonderful."  She nodded at your words in agreement, "hmm yes, the crabs grow bigger every year, maybe it is a good omen."
A good omen? "For what exactly?" Your question was simply an aloud thought, not particularly expecting Tsireya to answer. She shrugged, "who knows? For the clan's good health or..." Tsireya trailed off, her eyes looking to something within the near distance, "something else." Shifting your gaze to follow hers, your eyes landed upon the Sully children. Today's lessons were cancelled because of your chores, but from the looks of it they'd still gone out to enjoy the day. They laugh loudly amongst each other, splashing water and kicking up sand—sometimes picking one another to twirl around. Not a care in the world, they looked truly happy. Like a real family.
You find yourself staring a bit longer than intended, unable to pull away from the scene. There were many nights you dreamed of what they had, and even more where you woke up in cold sweat to the harsh reality that a dream is still only a dream. Pathetic, you think—jealous of a bunch of outsiders.
"Oh ___." Tsireya calls to you in a sweet soft whisper, she captured both of your hands in one of hers, "don't cry you're too narlor, your eyes go puffy and wide like a fish when you do." You let out a small laugh at Tsireya's playful insult as she began to lead further down the shore, hand never leaving yours.
narlor - beautiful
Many minutes passed and both you and Tsireya assumed the Sullys to be long gone, but instead a much shorter figure approached both of you. "Tsireya, ___! Wait for me!" The youngest Sully child ran to where you and your friend stood, releasing uneven breaths from her gasping lungs.
"Kaltxì Tuk."
"Kaltxì Tuktirey." You both greeted simultaneously. "Kehe silly, everyone calls her Tuk." Tsireya was fast to correct you, looking to the young na'vi herself for confirmation, "isn't that right?" Tuk bobbed her head up and down, "just call me Tuk! Not Tuktirey ____!" A smile grew on your face at her effortless energy and joy, it's something that you loved about all children her age. "Ah, Tuktirey is such a txur name." You lowered yourself to be more leveled to Tuk, your tail swinging widely behind you. "It's the name of a tsamsiyu after all."
kehe - no
txur- strong
tsamsiyu - warrior
Tuk's mouth stretched widely to voice something, but for a moment's time she looked to hesitate before speaking again. "____ please show me where those tasty fruits are! We really like them a lot!" Her hands formed a cup to emphasize her desperation, stretching the please extra long as a final touch. Your eyes went bright with happiness and smile growing even wider (if that was possible) a small deep intendment appearing on your right cheek while faint wrinkles form around certain features.
"I would love nothing more Tuktirey—" Tuk wraps the length of her arms around your waist, nearly tipping both of you over onto the ground, giggling wildly in the process. "Join us Reya," Your form now hunched over to grasp Tuk in an equally playful hold. Tsireya smiled warmly at the scene, leaning over to gather a few crabs. "Mother will be looking for me soon, you two go." An obvious excuse, but neither yourself or Tuk barely paid any mind as you hurriedly raced each other down the beach.
"Tsireya tell me—was this a good idea?" She jumped, spooked by the sudden deep base of a male's voice behind her, turning to greet him. "Oh Neteyam, hello. You scared me." Holding a hand to her chest to settle her racing heart, "you surprise me in more ways than one." Tsireya's slow pace came to a complete stop, allowing Neteyam a moment to catch up. "This was your doing? Very clever, how did you know about ___'s weakness for children!" Gasp, "You have been watching her, yes?"
Neteyam's lit up at the realization he'd been caught, ears lifting to stand straighter on his head. "W-well perhaps not watching, maybe simply seeing a how she treats Tuk and the other children. That is it." Tsireya places a hand over her quaking mouth to silence the eruption of giggles threatening her lips. "I'm afraid the difference is none."
"Believe me, I know she has not been the kindest to us, but I can tell in truth she's only scared—I couldn't blame her for it." He watches as you and his sister carefully submerged into the ocean's water a ways away, but even from that distance he could see the smiles of joy on both your faces. Tsireya turned to begin the short journey back home, continuing  conversation.  "Despite what many think, ____ is simply still a child in many ways."
"What ways?" Neteyam's interest had been perked, he followed behind Tsireya closely to hear her words. "I have no right to say, in fact, I've said more than enough as is." She shook her head from side to side in an collection of response and disappointment in her own self. "Please forget what I've told you just now, Neteyam." Tsireya paced fastened, the oldest Sully sibling took this as a sign to stop trailing behind his friend. "Forgive me — I have overstepped many lines."
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muddyorbsblr · 2 years ago
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to save her pt1
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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration requested by: @my-gf-loki
Summary: When Loki loses a wager against Thor, he has to spend a few hours on Midgard and play by his brother's rules. When he meets you, he suddenly no longer felt too sour about losing.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings [spoilers]: major character death
Things to be aware of: Story takes place in 1990s
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"Hogun has developed more various techniques in combat, I am positive he will prevail in this little showcase," Thor declared proudly as he watched his warrior friends engaging in a friendly match for the sake of their training. 
Loki simply tutted at his brother in response, confident in his prediction of the outcome was quite different from the god of thunder's. "Fandral's height and arm reach will grant him the advantage he requires to best Hogun in this match, Brother." 
"So smug once again, little Brother," the blond god chuckled. "How about we make this more interesting with a wager?" 
"I'm in," the god of mischief responded with a taunting tone. "When I win you must spend the remainder of the day as a goose. Only when you retreat to your chambers to sleep for the night will you return to your regular form." 
Thor merely laughed heartily at the wager, seemingly self-assured that he would not be partaking in any shapeshifting this fine day. "And when I win, Brother, you will spend until nightfall within Midgard, walking amongst the mortals wearing their tourist apparel." 
"Enjoy your time waddling and honking."
"Enjoy your afternoon in Midgard." 
The brothers waited with bated breath as the two warriors had exchanged blows, evenly matched with Fandral's agility and Hogun's speed. After a few minutes of metal clanging and lighthearted battle cries, a strangled sound of disbelief echoed across the training field as Hogun stood above Fandral victorious. 
"It seems we are off to the Bifrost, Brother. Remember, you must stay  until nightfall, and you must walk among the mortals. No scurrying into your libraries and book shops idling the time away. People should see you. I will have Heimdall presiding over this to ensure that you will abide by these rules." 
Thor had decided that he would choose where within Midgard Loki would be sent off to, which was how the raven-haired god found himself walking the streets of New York City, perusing the stalls to find a merchant that offered tourist's apparel.
Equipped with some Midgardian currency acceptable in this country, he approached the first merchant he found, grumbling his intent to buy one shirt that ostentatiously stated that the wearer "hearts NY", handing over the amount required to purchase the inferior garment. 
"You don't look too happy with your purchase there, buddy," a voice spoke up from somewhere beside him. He looked over to see the one who belonged to that all too casual sounding voice that seemed as if there was sympathy behind her sentiment, but also just the slightest touch of mockery. A combination that he prided himself that only he excelled in; for that reason alone, he wanted to see this person face to face.
When he saw you, he needed to take a moment to compose himself. Truthfully whenever he visited Midgard he never once took the time to properly look at the people walking around him, refusing to take in their features, let alone pay attention to how engrossed they were in such mundanities of their day to day lives.
But one look at you, with your inquisitive doe-like eyes, your hair neatly falling to the middle of your back with half of it pulled back into a nondescript hair tie, eyebrow raised in a clear expression of amusement, and the god who usually had so many words he could tire out any partner in conversation…was at a loss for them. With your elegant features and your almost aristocratic posture, you seemed just as out of place as the Asgardian in this garment store.
"I lost a wager to my brother," he mumbled in explanation, bringing you to begin melodically chuckling in response. "I am to walk these streets adorning this garish garment until nightfall. Apparently a representative of his will be overseeing my activities to ensure that I will be playing by his rules." 
"Yikes. Sorry, buddy. Sounds like that sucks a fat one. You have my deepest sympathies." While your words sounded sincere, the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth remained, compelling Loki to smile at the sight of you despite his efforts to remain stoic…or even surly at the predicament he was about to find himself in. 
"And what of you, milady? What brings you to this establishment of kitschy garments?" 
"Milady?" you questioned in awe.  "I have never met anyone who actually used that unless they were playing a bit. You're not an actor, are you? Going a little too method into your role there?" He furrowed his eyebrows at you, shaking his head in response. "Huh. Maybe I just haven't met too many people across the pond then. Gotta change that one of these days…" you trailed off before lightly hitting your head with the bottom of your palm. "Oh, right. What brings me here. Well my aunt and uncle are in town and I've been assigned with getting them some Big Apple souvenirs. So much fun…not." 
The god nearly felt the sharp pang of loss as you approached the merchant to purchase the garments you'd chosen for your relatives. He wasn't quite ready to conclude your conversation yet; your presence had not been as grating as that of the other people he'd encountered in this realm. He could stand to be around you a few more minutes. Hours even. He was even willing to explore the possibility of spending days around you, if you'd let him.
When you turned around to face him, he braced himself for the inevitable farewell. Never having even gotten your name. But then your next words had his heart beating a little harder in his chest. "So you have to walk around here for a few hours, huh?" He nodded mutely at your question. "Well then, I have a few hours to kill. Honestly just prolonging the inevitable inquisition from relatives that just revolve around why I gained weight or why I'm perpetually single, and I will gladly put that off until the second coming of Christ so…you want some company?" 
You were offering to accompany him? Willingly? What had he done today that had the Norns smiling down on him so? "I--I would love some company," he stammered, clearing his throat and trying to smoothen his suddenly rough voice. 
The smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth had affected him so strangely; he could swear that he could feel himself beginning to yearn. All he knew at that moment was that he wanted to see that smile again, that he wanted to give you reason after reason to smile in his presence. "Well, I always think that it's a terrible idea to be in the company of strangers, so let's fix that real quick, shall we?" You held your hand out to him. "I'm Y/N." 
He took your hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he turned it over in his grasp and bent down to press his lips to your knuckles. "Hello, Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Loki." 
You spent the next few hours walking down the length of Broadway, and the god found himself given the rare opportunity to talk to someone without being interrupted or being told to stop because he'd gone off on tangent after tangent. No. Instead, he'd found that at every detour his stories had taken, you'd listened and followed right along with him, asking questions that further proved to him that you were just as engaged in the exercise as he was. 
When he saw that the sun had nearly fully set and the city had begun to be shrouded by the night sky, a heavy weight had settled over his heart, the disappointment over his time with you coming to a close sinking in. It was clear from your expression that to some degree, you shared the same sentiment. "Looks like it's time to rejoin the land of the nosy relatives," you grumbled.
"Well that may very well just be the beautifully tragic thing about family and the double edged sword that is unconditional love." 
You shook your head at him in clear disagreement. "I don't believe that love should be unconditional. Gives people cute ideas. You tell them that you love them and that you'll be there for them no matter what and suddenly they find themselves testing the limits just to see if there really are none. Unconditional love means that someone can exploit and abuse that love, and at the end of the day you'll still be there, gluing the very same heart that they shattered back together to hand it back over to them. I refuse to ever let anyone have that power over me. Even family." 
Once again Loki found himself taken aback at your response, having him believe that you were far from Midgardian after all. These humans thrived on the idea of that type of love, wrote such poignant literature about it, some even died for it, and here you were refusing to succumb to the concept of it. Choosing to be rational instead. 
An approach that he agreed with, an outlook on the universe that he shared. 
Before he could process the words, they slipped out of his mouth. "I like you, Y/N." 
His outburst of sentiment had you breaking out into a beaming grin. "I like you, too, Loki." You briefly took his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go once more. "If ever you're in town again, look me up. My last name's Y/L/N. I work in the Oracle building in Manhattan. Near Central Park." 
And then, as if you hadn't blindsided him enough times today already, you did so one final time, as you stepped closer to him, stood on the tips of your toes, and lightly pressed your lips to his cheek. "Until next time," you whispered, before promptly turning around and walking away from him. 
Next time, he thought to himself, allowing a smile to ghost across his features.
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When Thor was once again feeling confident about setting up a wager against his brother, this time over a duel between Volstagg and Hogun, Loki found himself looking for the less likely outcome and placing his confidence behind that. His intention was clear only to himself: He wished to lose so that he may have a reason to visit Midgard again. To see you again. 
"Next time" had finally come.
He held back a knowing smile as he watched Hogun win once again, ready to revisit Midgard again. Ready to look for you. Thor had decided that for this visit, he would need to sit in a coffee shop and fully engage in conversation with any mortal that approached him. There were to be no illusion casting to fool the mortal, no mentally disconnecting from the conversation. He was to be fully present. 
Not an hour later, Loki found himself in New York once again, observing the city dwellers how they proceeded to communicate with one another, and shortly after stepped into a phone booth to peruse the directory for one Y/N Y/L/N. It was just after the luncheon hour when he situated himself upon a seat in a cafe close to the structure displaying the name Oracle on its facade. 
He passed the time nursing a cup of coffee, watching the door as the humans filed in. Perhaps he'd missed his window? Had he taken too long searching for your building?
"Hey, stranger." His gaze snapped up at the sound of your voice, a smile finding its way to his face at the sight of you. "This is a nice surprise."
To say that he was elated at the turn of events, to have you be the first mortal that approached him, albeit he did have to mastermind this "chance encounter" in order to increase the chances of it being so, was an understatement. He invited you to join him for a coffee, which quickly turned into two and a shared slice of cake, as you talked about your duties and aspirations in life.
How despite what the realm thought about him he didn't wish to be King, but rather only to be given the opportunity to aid in the betterment of the Nine. To be seen as more than simply a troublemaker. He had more to offer than wiles and tricks; he could provide council, strategize, even fight with the best of them. If only he were to actually be given a chance to prove it.
Once again you listened intently, even held his hand through portions of his story, telling him how these people were fools who failed to see in knowing him for majority of his life what you'd seen within a few hours of being in his company. You told him how you could see that he was brilliant, that if you were in the place of these people who clearly desperately required council you'd seek out someone objectively intelligent, rather than just someone you were familiar with. 
"These people don't deserve you, Loki," you said softly, keeping your hand within his gentle grasp. "And you deserve so much better." 
At your words he found himself yearning for that better to perhaps be a life with you. It mattered not where it would be, whether it be Midgard or Asgard or anywhere in the Nine Realms. He knew it irrational to think such thoughts upon knowing you for barely a heartbeat in his extensive lifetime, but he so desperately longed for that life regardless. And even more desperately, he longed for you to want that life as well.
He looked to the sky to allow himself a brief interlude from your piercing gaze, dread setting in as he saw the sun beginning to set. "Darling, I have to apologize, it seems I've held you from your duties for an extended period. I would understand if you need to--"
"Don't worry about it," you dismissed his concerns so casually. "Nobody in that office notices a woman's presence until she makes a mistake." A rueful smirk colored your features as you finished your statement with, "And I haven't made any mistakes so far. So I'm blissfully invisible." 
He reached across the table to lightly hold your chin with his free hand. "You're far too beguiling to be invisible, dear Y/N." You let out a warm exhale against his thumb when he lightly ran it across your bottom lip. "A woman like yourself deserves to be seen." 
"Well maybe I should only be seen by the right people," you murmured in response, your gaze unwavering in its intensity as it locked onto the god's. "Are you only here again until nightfall?" 
He could feel the melancholia setting over your heads like a taunting shroud, a ticking clock waiting to chime and bring you both out of the little pocket of peace you'd found in this little cafe. "I'm afraid so, dear Y/N." He shifted his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking along your cheekbone. The ache in his heart intensified as you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as if you were relishing this very moment the same as he was. "I wish to see you again. Soon," he uttered before he could hold back the words.
Your eyes opened and met his once more, shining with a fondness that threatened to steal the air from his lungs if he stared for too long. Which he was; he couldn't find it in himself to look away. "I would like that very much." You reached into your bag and handed him a large rectangular device. "If you find yourself with plans to visit again, call me before you do. It's the only number programmed on there anyway, and it's not like the company would miss one phone from stock. Call me, and I'll take the day off work." 
Your Highness, it is time. Your brother is anxiously awaiting your return, Heimdall's voice echoed in Loki's mind. It was as if you'd heard the voice as well because you stood up from your seat and walked over to his side of the table.
"Until next time, I suppose," you said softly, placing your hand on his shoulder and leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek. 
"Next time," he muttered, looking upon you with longing coating his every word as he watched you walk out of the establishment to return to your duties. He looked to the sky and addressed Heimdall. "Not a word to my brother about her." 
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"Brother, I am convinced you are intentionally losing now. How have you wagered wrong thrice in a row? I believe you much more analytical than that," Thor goaded as Loki once again lost in wagering on the outcome of a sparring match between Volstagg and Fandral this time. 
"Perhaps you do not give yourself enough credit, Brother," the god of mischief remarked in an attempt to deflect his brother's train of thought. "It is pitiable that you would rather believe I was losing intentionally rather than that you were genuinely triumphant." 
"Say what you wish, Brother, but I know you better than you might think. Not only did you lose for the third time in our little wagers, but you seem…delighted  that you'd lost." He gasped in such an animated manner that Loki compared him to a child…perhaps a toddler, who'd been given a few too many sweets at the table. "You met someone on Midgard, didn't you?" 
The raven-haired god blanched at how quickly he'd come to the right thought. "I know not what you're talking about, Brother," he mumbled.
"Nonsense. Tell me about her." He glared at Thor. "Him?" More glaring. "Come on, Loki. At least tell me one thing about this Midgardian."
"There is no Midgardian," he lied through gritted teeth. His brother always somehow found a way to obtain the things he desired for himself; he couldn’t entirely blame it on Thor, for it was simply the way of nature. People liked his jovial disposition especially when put in stark contrast to Loki's. All he longed for was that he could prolong that inevitability and keep you for himself just a little while longer. 
"So you obtained that archaic-looking device from Midgard for what then? Sentimentality?" The sarcasm was dripping from the god of thunder's voice as Loki dialed the only number programmed in the device, laughing boisterously as he received an even more pointed glare from his brother. "Listen, Brother, don't tell me about this person if you wish. I can remain content in at least knowing you have someone who lights you up the way you are now." 
"Hello?" a voice spoke from the device. Your voice. "Loki? Is that you?" 
He quickly brought the device up to his ear, speaking into the bottom of it. "Y/N. Yes it's me. You said to call once I have plans of visiting again. I should be there within the next two hours. Is it too short of a notice for—"
"Not at all." He could nearly hear you smiling as you said the words. "I'll call in sick for work today and you'll call me when you get here?"
"That sounds excellent, darling." He turned his back to Thor so that he wouldn't see the smile growing on his face. "I look forward to spending the day—" A feeling of dread settled over him as he heard the sound of skidding tires and horns blaring over from your end of the call, first distant but quickly increasing in volume…and proximity. 
"Loki?" you said softly, the dread and confusion audible in your tone. The final words he heard from you before the sound of metal crunching like cheap aluminum came through to his end. Followed by the sound of your device hitting the ground. 
"Y/N?" he choked out. Part of him already knew you wouldn't answer, but he had to try regardless. "Darling?" His voice was barely audible. There was nothing but sirens and panicked voices that all melded together as he heard his pulse drumming violently in his ears. 
All he knew as he felt Thor's hand clap over his shoulder, the device dropping from his hand just as his knees hit the hard floor of his chambers, was that his world had shattered around him. 
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A/N: Ngl writing the last bit broke me a little because the precious bb was so happy he was gonna see her again and then…🥲😭
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xstarkillerx · 1 year ago
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Hey hey hey :)
I saw your post about wrestling Anakin into submission and I was just thinking...I'm 6'0 ft and a gym rat. I could literally take him in both ways. I dunno but wrestling for his cock, seeing the rush in his eyes at the challenge......
Omfg sorry
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NO don't be sorry because I legit think turning him on might be one of the only ways to avoid him being a sore loser. Because listen, he loves sparring, it's one of life's greatest past-times, but he can easily turn sour if he feels like he should be winning but isn't. * (Accidently went on a sfw, off topic tangent about Anakin and him being Shii-Cho critical because he's arrogant)
In the throws of it though, when it could be anyone's game, when you're both panting and sweating but your muscles still have some steam in there, that's when you see the rush in his eye. There's a subtle tell that a lot of Anakin's peers, people who don't quite know how to read him, overlook or attribute to his arrogance;
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if Anakin manages to disarm you in combat, gains possession of your saber, has the undeniable upper hand– if he wins and yet he chooses to discard the sabers and taunt you to engage in hand-to-hand combat, oh boy that's how you know you've got him. Because listen, Anakin likes hand-to-hand combat as much as the next guy, but obviously saber fighting is where it's at for him, he also fights in Djem So, with foundational roots (via Obi-Wan) in Ataru, ending the battle quick is what's fun for him... unless it feels like it's leading to something else.
So that's what I'm picturing, right. You were sparring, he disarmed you but instead of ending the fight as he usually would and resetting back to square one, he tosses the Sabers aside and continues the fight hand-to hand. Maybe that's when he starts to realize he underestimated you. Anakin can fight, he's a swordsman but you, you've got brute athletic strength. He's having the time of his life as you both lose your breath together, trading blows, dodging kicks, bruising each other.
He'd never let you win, you know this, so it's a very genuine thing when you do. He isn't even upset when you get him on his back with his arms pinned under you, I think he'd laugh a pure laugh just from the joy of it, the kind of laugh he lets out on the rare moments he feels at home in his skin, when he's racing, or flying, or after a good fight. It would be infectious, ticking the skin of your face with how close you are to him. The moment would settle though, and all that would be left is the thick air between you two, hearts pumping, bodies close, and a solid warmth against his stiffening cock. Adrenaline fueled sex, two warriors, two athletes, two friends and sparring partners, solid strong bodies against each other. I think there would be something warm and bright about it, the kind of sex were you can't stop smiling at each other, as your tired body works to make him know he's been bested.
In the post where I talked about dominating Anakin as a person much shorter than him, I talked about having to be smart about it, having to know how to shift the balance of power in your favour because he can easily flip you over and take the reins back. In this situation though, the battle for dominance was the foreplay. He'd make some playful efforts to regain control, flipping over, trying to make you cum first, but he knows he's been beat and gladly accepts you taking what you want from him.
Sorry this isn't as erotic as the other one was, as I was writing it I kind of realized how much joy he would probably get out of being challenged this way, to the point where it would bring out a very bright and joyful side of him. Intellectual, mental, or hierarchical domination, anything that may actually make him feel disrespected or less than, is a definite no-go with him, but this stuff I think he absolutely loves. It's fair, it takes a considerable amount of effort that he can feel in his body, it makes sense to him.
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batz-surveys · 3 days ago
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15.
Do you know anyone who has died in battle? No.
What is your hobby/collection? Haha, I have so many. I collect coloring books and love to color. I love to write, so I have kept a journal since I was about twelve or thirteen and I love to write short stories. I collect action figures if they're from X-Men (specifically Nightcrawler) or A Nightmare On Elm Street. I have a bazillion Squishmallows because I collect them. I love collecting food themed Hot Wheels/Matchbox cars. I love doing makeup and have quite a big collection of eyeshadow palettes. I love anything Kirby and I love playing video games. There's just so many things I'm into! And this is just the tip of the iceberg, but these are my most favorite collections and hobbies.
Have you ever accepted a helping hand from a stranger? I think the last time I asked for help was when I was shopping at Walmart and my husband went into the dressing room or the bathroom, and I asked for something off of the top shelf from some guy in the aisle that was tall. That was so long ago because I haven't been to Walmart in forever. Who is your favorite person in your immediate family? If I absolutely had to choose, I'd say my older brother.
What kind of pizza toppings do you like? I usually just like cheese, but if I want toppings, I go for pineapple and banana pepper. Don't knock it 'til you try it! It's perfectly, sour, salty, tangy, and sweet. Who was the last person to make you do physical labor? The kids at the school I work at. I'm always cleaning up behind them.
What is your favorite piece of furniture in your living room? Our couch. It's so big and comfortable and three of the seats recline, and there's cup holders!
When was the last time you traveled by plane? Haha, not since I was like nine years old, I think. Where is your favorite place on Earth, thus far? I don't think I've been there yet. But if I absolutely had to choose, I would have to say New York City. I love to visit (most of my family live there or near there) but I couldn't live there. Why is marijuana illegal in the U.S.? *sarcastically alarmed* Because what would pharmaceutical companies do?! No, but really. I have no clue. I mean, I have a few ideas and I've even read some shit, but I won't say it here. Who did you last share a bed/bedroom with? My husband. When did you first take a shot of alcohol? Like a shot of something hard? Because I had beer for the first time when I was like ten, haha. I snuck a sip of my dad's and it was so disgusting to me, I never did it again. But then, I turned sixteen and had a shot of vodka for the first time. Where did you sleep last night? My bed in my apartment. Why are you wearing whatever it is that you are? Because I love my Halloween pajamas. They're so comfortable. Who last took you out on a date? My husband. When was the last time you went on an adventure? Please, explain it. Last Friday, we randomly took a trip to Myrtle Beach and we just ate, and walked around a part we've never been to, and then ate some dessert at this really cool place. Then we headed back home. Where would you like to experience the best cuisine? Italy. I love Italian food. Why do your parents keep pictures of you around the house? They don't. All our family photos are tucked away in boxes. Who can you always count on? My husband. What is your favorite way to eat an egg? Scrambled. Why is it difficult for some people to whistle? I'm not sure. I learned how to whistle pretty quickly. Who is your Godmother (if you have one)? I don't think I have one. When did/will you graduate high school? 2007. Where were you during the 911 attacks? I was home, waiting for my mom to finish ironing my school uniform. I remember sitting in my room, waiting for my mom to bring in my uniform, and I heard her yell "oh my God, oh my God." She's from there, so is her side of my family, and I just remember her urgency to get the phone and call my Grandma to see if everyone was okay at the moment. Who was the last person you had sex with? My husband. What are your ticklish spots? I'm not ticklish. I hate being tickled. It doesn't make me laugh, and it just makes me feel awkward and sick. When you have an orgasm, is it real or not? It's real, but I won't lie and say I've never faked it in the past. Where is the craziest place you’ve had sex with a person? Oh jeez, I don't know if I wanna go there. But, just because I'm super honest on these, and it's not THAT crazy, I would say in a moving truck, on the side of the road, haha. Who do you wish was still in your life? What do you miss about that person? When will you see that person again? There are a lot of people that I wish were still in my life, both living and dead. They were great people. Where would you like to have sex with someone? In our bed. Describe your best sexual experience. Oh man. Probably one of the first nights my husband spent the night with me, back when we had just become boyfriend/girlfriend. We had so much sex, and it was just really raw, and hot, and at some parts it was just beautiful. And how attentive he was to me; it wasn't something I was used to. He made sure I finished, multiple times, before he even got there himself. I'll never forget that night. Describe your best drunken/high experience. Hmm. I can't seem to remember. Perhaps it was because I was drunk and/or high, haha.
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paletigers · 1 year ago
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Found this template on Twitter (@ TheMoYouKnow_ ) and now I want to explain Marrowe's friendship dynamics :) (Under the cut :) and BG3 spoilers ahead!)
Lae'zel is Marrowe's first friend. Since Marrowe has amnesia regarding most of his "life" (see my this post for context), Lae'zel's companionship meant the world to him (he knew of his background during the events of BG3). He respects the hell out of her blunt personality because he doesn't really understand what people really mean a majority of the time. They butt heads a lot regarding opinions, but both can call it quits when they're proven wrong. They also had some sexual tension during the events of act 1, even getting to the point of undressing each other and ready to go at it, but they both kind of looked at each other and went, "is this like, awkward for you? i think i just find you to be a friend" and now theyre best friends :)
Shadowheart doesn't really earn Marrowe's respect until the end of act 2 during the Gaunlet of Shar. Marrowe didn't really understand her Shar worship but didn't want to get in the way of her becoming a Dark Justiciar, so he just helped her until they found the Nightsong. Shadowheart casted aside the spear and saved the Nightsong, much to the suprise of Marrowe. Marrowe isn't a hero, but seeing Shadowheart cast aside Shar made him rethink his worldview as well. They're buds, but Shadowheart not respecting Lae'zel really soured his perception of her, lol. He's really damn loyal to a fault.
Astarion!! Marrowe learned Astarion was a vampire from the moment Astarion knocked him to the ground. He saw his sharp teeth, his fangs, his red eyes, and saw himself. They're both monsters. He didn't say anything to Astarion about his knowledge of Astarion's vampirism, instead keeping a watchful eye over him. When Astarion woke Marrowe in the night attempting to bite him, Marrowe was extremely understanding. Marrowe is unfortunately, really really REALLY enabling to Astarion's bad behavior and vice versa. They're both full of revenge and hatred for people, so Marrowe agrees to Ascend Astarion when the time comes. They're both sick of being controlled and not having ownership over their bodies. By the time Cazador's mansion rolls around and Marrowe sees how Cazador affects his lover, he can't agree with the Ascension anymore. Astarion stays a spawn, and Marrowe is there by his side until the end of time. (After credits, they move into the Goblin camp area in act 1. They clean the fuck out of the place so they have access to the overworld and the underdark, so Astarion can roam freely where he chooses. They've made a lot of sun free areas outside so Astarion can still go out during the day. Don't ask how it works, just accept it.)
Karlach quickly turns into a best friend to Marrowe after they meet. Marrowe had already killed the people hunting Karlach before they met and was on Karlach's side from the get go. Marrowe does everything he can to aid Karlach's heart, not wanting to see his friend hurt. They're both incredibly touchy with each other after her final upgrade, hugging and cuddling all the time. They're the type of friends who are attatched at the hip. (In my canon, Karlach lives a happy long life with Astarion and Marrowe in the renovated goblin camp. no one can tell me otherwise.)
Halsin has the hots for Marrowe from the moment they met, but Marrowe isn't really interested in him. Halsin lives in the Marrowe Hype House post credits. (thats what im calling it now)
Gale and Marrowe are kind of weird around one another. Gale doesn't really like the shit him and Astarion get up to, but they're all weirdly drawn to each other. Astarion flirts with Gale during act 1 and Marrowe is quick to see this. They sort of all dance around each other, riling each other up and having weird unresolved sexual tension with each other. Marrowe is quick to help Gale with whatever he needs, ready to fight Mystra the second she even suggest Gale to blow himself up. Marrowe sort of favors him by giving him really nice equipment for spellcasting even when Marrowe (being a warlock) could use it more than him. He loves talking about magic with Gale and hearing his input on certain decisions. (Gale's like, "Me or Astarion!!" and Marrowe's like "havent you seen us kiss like 500 times already? I thought you knew we were dating." and Gales like "wait what" and Astarion is just "you could always join us yknow like i wouldnt mind kissing you too if thats whats holding you back" and gales fragile virgin mind cant handle it LMAOOO)
Wyll! Marrowe doesn't really understand the whole "Lets fight evil! Yippie!" Thing but respects the hustle. He finds it hilarious that he wants to fight the forces of evil but has Mizora as a patron. He gets really annoyed with Wyll not liking Karlach for a brief moment and him and Astarion bickering pisses him off but its more like "come on my boys kiss and make up before i punch you both". Wishes Mizora would leave the poor fucker alone and gets into shit with Mizora constantly at camp. "Will you please fucking leave im so tired of you" "no but like id fuck you if i had the chance" "PLEASe LEAVE???" (this happened in my game i dont even know why mizora wanted to fuck so bad) (the other three companions i didnt really talk to or have in my camp LMAO) Marrowe WILL have his toxic gay yaoi with Astarion and Gale as the Astarion's thirst card foretold
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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago
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part 2 of modern!daemon nonnie's ask<з ok maybe it's good tumblr made me divide the ask. now i can write more about my thoughts on the modern au) hope you like reading them. 'any particular reason why you want to tell them?' just me. i'm ingenuous with people i trust so yeah.. just me. 'i think it’s pretty useless no?' it probably is. that's why i've offered you another idea)) 'i think she’d be fine not to tell him' noo but daemon? i think he's got the right to know. he can bask in his great ability to love a little. 'IMMA MAKE IT SO MESSY YOU DONT EVEN KNOW' GIRL anything i can handle anything BUT they marry at the end! and NOT that cliche pls TT i still need to cry out of happiness!! and YES i GET you. i don't insist on aegon and aemod being royal? and from that time. it's been just written. i'm glad you like this idea with an investigation) our alliance's really gonna make things. or riot. you choose my big brain sister. and i accept all the kisses!!! send them right back!!! KISSKISSKISS your kind lips for this kind words <з i also think aemond would've been upset but really interested in this whole thing as a historian but aegon'd have been soo heartbroken poor baby. i do like their characters but i'm personally too loyal for them.. i also see aegon more attached to the reader? like she's with daemon but aegon's right there and just.. hello.. how are u.. hey man can you pls not touch her thanks. and aemond sees daemon in the museum, makes a sour face and just.. hello my beloved professor i need your help can you spare me your whole day preferably thank you. while daemon's jealous but can't really tell them to fuck off bc 1) they don't really do smth bad 2) his 'valyrian' wife likes her pretty boys who act like puppies in love she'd be sad( aaand i'm really eager to see daemon brining her to his family (meeting aemma and little rhaenyra OmG where's cpr) aaand his home, the castle(?) like they're walking through the halls and she absolutely cries recalling everything she had before (not the bad medicine and sexism though...) meeting vyseris and looking at him KNOWINGLY while he's confused but is sooo relieved to have someone who's able to tame his brother. (reader and aemma besties reader and aemmd besties READER AND AEMMA BESTIES! please. poor reader should have a chance to be bestie of the lady she had no opportunity to spend more time with TT) and your spoiler?? i'm WAITING. i'm waiting.... i'm ready to take my make up off with the tears. i know you'll make it good. i trust you to break my heart. BUT then put it together again please i need to give you something for you being the most talented hottie-cutie. STOP or should daemon remember smth (some little things and feelings) himself after the valyrian wedding... i never know. you might know. but who knows. love you angel!! have a nice day/evening!!! take care! LOVE YOU
PART TWO OF THE LOVE LETTER LEZGOOOO
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maybe it's good tumblr made me divide the ask. now i can write more about my thoughts on the modern au) hope you like reading them.
i LOVE reading your asks!!! although it does take a while for me to reply so ur just gonna have to wait lol
'any particular reason why you want to tell them?' just me. i'm ingenuous with people i trust so yeah.. just me.
oh my cutesy lovely innocent lovely bug. we'll see. but i think, again 2k years of living made her quite hard and cynical
'i think it’s pretty useless no?' it probably is. that's why i've offered you another idea))
lolololol im listeningggggg i feel bad for saying your idea was fundamentally useless. i dont think ur useless im luv u
'i think she’d be fine not to tell him' noo but daemon? i think he's got the right to know. he can bask in his great ability to love a little.
i think he does but also if i dont find a reason/the right motive for yn to tell daemon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
'IMMA MAKE IT SO MESSY YOU DONT EVEN KNOW' GIRL anything i can handle anything BUT they marry at the end! and NOT that cliche pls TT i still need to cry out of happiness!!
i love breaking peoples hearts maybe i wont make them have a wedding just to spite you HAHAHAHAHHH
and YES i GET you. i don't insist on aegon and aemod being royal? and from that time. it's been just written.
I ONLY SAID THAT BECAUSE I WAS CONFUSED ABOUT YOUR ASK yeah theyre not royal in the modern!au lol LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
i'm glad you like this idea with an investigation) our alliance's really gonna make things. or riot. you choose my big brain sister. and i accept all the kisses!!! send them right back!!! KISSKISSKISS your kind lips for this kind words <з
I LOVE YOUR IDEA SO MUCH I KISS KISS KISS
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i also think aemond would've been upset but really interested in this whole thing as a historian but aegon'd have been soo heartbroken poor baby.
THIS^^ yes but also no ?? HAHAH like i think both of them would be upset and in denial, in their own way, however i think they'd also have their own version of 'oh you're destined to be together, I DONT CARE WATCH ME TRY ANYWAY?'
i do like their characters but i'm personally too loyal for them..
honestly same! unless-
i also see aegon more attached to the reader? like she's with daemon but aegon's right there and just.. hello.. how are u.. hey man can you pls not touch her thanks.
actuUALLY YOURE SO RIGHT i think aegon is more attatched to readdderrr BIG BRAIN because they meet up regularly at the bar as friendsssssss albeit aegon is working as a bartender. also him going 'hello.. how are u.. hey man can you pls not touch her thanks.' at daemon 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 the sadness the desperation T_T suddenly idc about daemon HAHAHAHHA
and aemond sees daemon in the museum, makes a sour face and just.. hello my beloved professor i need your help can you spare me your whole day preferably thank you.
SAUR REALLLLLLL i think part of the reason why i also think aegon and yn would be closer than aemond and yn is because aemond would 100% try to keep that professional barrier, even unknowingly, and would be so jelly that yn and aegon have such a different dynamic, thinking like 'you always get your way i hate it here' T_T my poor lovie
while daemon's jealous but can't really tell them to fuck off bc 1) they don't really do smth bad
AHAHHAAHAH WHEN HAS DAEMON EVER BEEN STOPPED FROM DOING SOMETHING JUST BECAUSE HE WANTS TO HAHAHAHAHAHA
2) his 'valyrian' wife likes her pretty boys who act like puppies in love she'd be sad
tbh, i dont imagine yn as valyrian, just extremely knowledgeable of it for obvious reasons, but ur so right, daemon would hate to maker his lover sad
( aaand i'm really eager to see daemon brining her to his family (meeting aemma and little rhaenyra OmG where's cpr)aaand his home, the castle(?) like they're walking through the halls and she absolutely cries recalling everything she had before (not the bad medicine and sexism though...)
NOT THE BAD MEDICINE AND SEXISM HAHAHAHAHAH SO TRUE WAIT YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO EXCITED TO WRITE THAT I AM SO EXCITED TO MAKE HER MEET THE ROYAL FAMILY AND YOURE SO RIGHT HER AND AEMMA AND RHAENYRA AND REMEMBERING STUFF IN THE CASTLE GAAAAAHHHHHH
meeting vyseris and looking at him KNOWINGLY while he's confused but is sooo relieved to have someone who's able to tame his brother. (reader and aemma besties reader and aemmd besties READER AND AEMMA BESTIES! please. poor reader should have a chance to be bestie of the lady she had no opportunity to spend more time with TT)
VISERYS TOO T_T he'd be so on the fence about meeting yn like 'you clearly make him happy but im scared you'll trick my baby bro i will fight you' T_T OLDER BRO ACTIVATED. YES YES AND YN AND AEMMA BEING BESTIES COS THEY NEVER HAD THE CHANCE T_T SOOOO TRUEEEEE BIGGGG BRAAAIINNNNN
and your spoiler?? i'm WAITING. i'm waiting.... i'm ready to take my make up off with the tears. i know you'll make it good. i trust you to break my heart. BUT then put it together again please i need to give you something for you being the most talented hottie-cutie.
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[EVIL LAUGH] I NOW HAVE SO MANY PLANS THAT IDK IF IT WILL ALL FIT IN P3 PLEASE HELP HELP HELP AYUDAME I WILL 100% STOMP ON YOUR HEART BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I WILL PUT ALL THE PIECES TOGETHER [RUNS AWAY]
STOP or should daemon remember smth (some little things and feelings) himself after the valyrian wedding... i never know. you might know. but who knows. love you angel!! have a nice day/evening!!! take care! LOVE YOU
NO BUT YOURE SO BIG BRAIN SOMETHING MIGHT TRIGGER DAEMON TO REMEMBER PLEASE YOURE MAKING ME WANT TO WRITE 10 CHAPTERS FOR THIS HELLLLPPPPPPPP im gonna go start writing now help me pls T_T
i LOVE YOU TOO TAKE CARE MY LOVE
xxx
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littlevices · 5 days ago
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Bartender 2006 VS Bartender: Glass of God (2024)
I am not a drinker. Most times I've had an alcoholic beverage the sharp, bitter taste of the alcohol always soured the drink for me. As a result, I have not tried too many drinks. Especially not some of the fancy ones in these two anime.
Yet, I still found myself intrigued by both the original anime from 2006, and its reboot from 2024. I've also read some of the manga, but not enough to give my full thoughts.
Bartender, for those that don't know, is about Ryu Sasakura, a bartender that is capable of making many drinks to help the people that come into Eden Hall, looking for 'something'. Whatever that may be, and Sasakura mixing a drink for their troubles.
It was episode 1 of Bartender Glass of God that got me interested, and the first few chapters of the manga that got me wanting to watch. I probably shouldn't have been surprised by there being an older anime.
To be clear, I liked both anime very much. They were great to watch after a day at work or just a stressful day in general as both have relaxed vibes. However, 2006 is more episodic, choosing to focus on the individual stories of the patrons more heavily than any overarching narrative. While 2024 does have an overall plot, but is still fairly light with it while trying to focus on the patrons at the same time. It sounds messy, but it does work with some episodes being more plot heavy than others. I personally preferred 2024 over 2006, but both were a joy to watch for their own reasons.
Apologies for the long post, but I just want to share my love for these adaptations and hopefully, if you're willing, you'll hear me out. I also apologize if I don't remember as everything clearly, but I'll do my best.
Minor Spoilers below cut-
Bartender 2006
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This is the one with a style more similar to the manga, obviously, but unlike the manga which seems to have a narrative like 2024, this one doesn't make much mention of it nor Ryu's past. Not that we don't get anything, but it is definitely focusing more on the side characters instead. (This is also the version I watched first after my preview of Glass of God episode 1 and what little of the manga I read.)
This isn't necessarily a bad thing. The stories are wonderfully heartfelt. Mature in their handling, and make it easy to like Ryu and the people he helps. A few of the stories made me tear up, such as episode 3, 4, and 9, with a man holding onto past regrets of an old love, a couple growing distant, and one of Ryu's failures as a bartender. Episode 8 was fun, as we see Ryu actually stepping in where normally he keeps himself as unbiased as possible when it comes to his patrons' problems. Episode 11, the final episode, is probably the only one that I don't feel the same for, but the sentiments expressed when it comes to Ryu's work are nice.
The OP is wonderful, but the ED is what stands out. It's live action with the singer being shown singing the song. However, if you pay close attention, you'll notice that the bartender changes the drink being mixed each episode, that drink being the one that had been most prominently featured. It should also be noted that 2006 here goes a bit deeper into the drink history and meaning than 2024 does.
Bartender: Glass of God (2024)
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I have no idea why they decided to recreate the anime, but I'm glad that they did. I enjoyed the original anime, but, as I said before, I prefer this version.
Unlike 2006, this one focuses more on the plot line of Miwa attempting to recruit Ryu to Hotel Cardinal so they can open their newest bar. We also get characters that appear to be exclusive to this version and watch as they develop. From Kyouko coming into her own as a bartender to Kelvin wanting to gain acceptance from his father for his dreams. It is a little awkward that Miwa seems to just happen to be there for so many of the characters personal stories, but isn't too distracting.
Unlike 2006, Ryu gets more of a backstory here, though, admittedly not by leaps and bounds. However, it's still more characterization here than 2006, where we get to see a more goofy side to his character on occasion, as well as see him outside of Eden Hall. Like the 2006, there were stories here that brought a tear to my eye, but episode 11 was probably the most hearwarming, with Ryu finally talking with his old mentor and fulfilling an important request. Another, earlier one featuring a business man and a hospital nurse who both have deeper problems than they both think of each other. It should be noted that some of the stories from 2006 are also reused and redone in this version.
Personally, I prefer the song and visuals of the OP from 2024, but I feel the ED in the original 2006 version was much more creative, but this ED was sweet too with a nice art style.
However, what is boils down to is simple - Much like the drinks Ryu serves, it will depend on your taste which version you'll want. Do you want episodic stories with a heavy focus on personalized stories and the history and trivia of the drinks? You might prefer 2006.
Or do you want a more overarching narrative and gradual character development with drink trivia and the personalized character stories a little more interwoven into the plot? If so, the 2024 version might be what you want.
Regardless of the choice, either one will be a relaxing experience with wonderful character stories and moments that will very much tug at the heartstrings.
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tales-from-nocturnaliss · 2 years ago
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30 Days of Autism Acceptance 2023 - Day 30!
Day late, but here we go! Final question :D
30 April: If you're interested in other people/want contact, did you try to make friends on your own when you were younger, or didn't you initiate anything because you didn't know what to do?
If you're not interested in other people, did/do you still enjoy online contact? If not, did/do people assume you're lonely and try to interact with you all the time?
So: both are intertwined for me.
When I was young, I think I wanted to make friends, but indeed had no idea how to. I couldn't connect with people. Definitely not with kids my age. And when I did 'connect' with them, I recall being bored << but, y'know: I was surrounded, so at least I got to feel normal in that respect. The only true friend I made back then pretty much imposed herself on me XD and I enjoyed that. She wanted to spend time with me. And did. And she never made me feel like I was weird, quite the contrary. Now and again, when we go down nostalgia lane, she reminds me how I helped her discover unicorns :D
A big part of my wanting to make friends, though, was to connect. Truly connect. We got along well, but a whole part of me I couldn't share with her because she wasn't interested. I did make another friend around '99, online, and that went well for years until things turned sour on her end and I still don't quite grasp why. So I choose to remember how we met: back on Mplayer, playing Drakan. She mp'ed me asking, "so you like Dragons?" and I thought that was some weird attack and I was very short. Until she said, "I like them too!"
Still a shame she turned into a toxic person. But, at the same time: the day I let go of her is also the day I started moving past my obsessive need for acceptance due to heavy bullying back in school. Do I still need acceptance? Sure. More that I like it, no longer crave it. But anyone whom I feel is not good for me will get kicked out of my life very fast.
Because I am genuinely interested in other people - but also in myself. I kinda learned to be my own best friend, too. And because of this acquired self-worth, I no longer crave acceptance in general. I just crave to spend time with my true friends, the people who reach out to me, spend time to me, and make me feel like I have value in their eyes. They have value in mine.
At the same time, much as I enjoy contact and talking with friends, I also very much enjoy my solitude. That's the time for me to recharge my ever-drained social batteries. My friends know that I can go silent, and that it doesn't mean I stopped caring about them. It's just that, at times, I need to put myself first. Which is something SO HARD to do still. But I go by the thought: if I don't make certain I'm okay, then I can't be there for others either. At least not as well as I'd want.
... I feel like I totally digressed, but then: friendship is sacred to me. And I had a lot to say about that. XD
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madchild-dennis · 2 years ago
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I STILL Cry
Once reminded, or have to sleep and God brings it back up (cause I could care LESS), I am going to cry. Why? Not because of love. THE FUCK NOT. It's the fuckery that came and will come with it because
WHY GOD WON'T FUCKING LET UP.
Like I said BELOW:
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I WILL NOT:
Pray
fast
inquiry
help
sacrifice
or do anything specific for him
THE FUCK NOT.
I choose to STOP speaking in tongs nor PRAY in the spirit because right after, God also redirect the source/solution is FUCKING RAHEEM. SO NO. Not even the our father prayer. I was told to pray it a few weeks ago and guess what, God took it as praying in the spirit and once again direct it back to that BITCH.
I started to write a whole post about it and stopped:
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for almost 2 FUCKING YEARS I've:
suffered
been hunted
attacked by many (including him and his fucking mother as well)
called mentally ill
bullied by his gf's ppl
homeless
scorned
ridiculed
nearly raped
judged
probed, medicated and injected
SUFFERED
MUCH MUCH MORE
For some promises that include him. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT GOD IS STILL SAYING HIM.
Clearly, I have NO FUCKING CHOICE IN THE MATTER. HENCE CRYING
I AM TIRED OF THIS SHIT AND HIM
No one understand, no one cares.
Even the person couldn't believe that it was me and my story God led her to be in a spiritual warfare for. I had to be digging up old messages and shit to show that the girl name is Samantha,. The name God led her to as the source of the witchcraft. As you can see below:
(I don't care if she's clout chasing. I could care less about her actually)
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Someone said when I showed her profile that she's, fat, ugly or sour. I don't watch people's weight nor care about that. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I've never been near her to know if she smells.
I just know we are NOT the same in the simple fact of confidence, charisma, I know how to PROPERLY HANDLE MY SHIT, and the simple fact that I DO NOT CARE. I do NOT CARE what others think of me or how I do things.
In fact I do NOT paint myself as some woman of God. I actually a very tortured woman who feels is WRONGED BY A LYING GOD, but giving him a chance to prove 'him'self.
BUT SHE prides herself in that identity, even IF she dabbles in witch craft (obeah/tying). Which is where God has this unquenchable anger towards her and WILL DESTROY HER AND HER WHOLE FAMILY FOR IT. Especially because it's forcing someone to be with her from her CLEAR obsession, her family's choice to encourage or fuel it, the LIES and trying to hurt/harm/kill me.
You don't have to believe me. Nor the fact that this woman who say she was led by the Holy spirit to speak in tongue, free someone from the demonic ties and heard God say her name. (She doesn't want to make a video with me out of fear of loosing her job. Which is whatever people will still choose NOT to believe even with a video)
I'M SO OVER ALL THIS SHIT!!!!
ONE THING I WILL NEVER DO:
Force, convince or do anything to get someone to be with me or stay with me.
I work by this rule: If I have to force theme, to be with me, I will have to keep doing it to keep them. I don't have the time nor energy to do that, PLUS THAT"S SELF-HATE. I LOVE MYSELF TOO MUCH to do that shit. So I will choose to be with someone who wants to freely be with me, and LOVES me like or better than I love me.
WHICH IS WHY I FUCKING HATE GOD!!!!
THAT BITCH CHOSE AND CONTINUE TO Choose. I DO NOT CARE if he was witch crafted.
IF HE WANTED ME HE WOULD FIGHT TO BE WITH ME.
That weak ass afraid bitch won't do shit. The same person who did the spiritual warfare said, if he wants to be free, HE HAS TO CHOOSE IT. HE HAS TO FIGHT IT.
Thats why I won't fight or do shit for him.
The ONLY way I will is AFTER HE DOES ALL I REQUIRE.
Till then, that bitch can nyam shit with his bitch.
MY ANGER IS WITH GOD and what He's going to keep doing behind my back.
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antisocialxconstruct · 2 years ago
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Okay it's late enough I can just put this out there and it's whatever lmao
Basically it's like this. I understand that for a lot of people "be the hero who saves everyone and changes the world for the better" is their indulgent, escapist fantasy. I understand that most people feel empathy on a level that can be broadly extended to fictional characters. I don't actually need that explained to me, I promise, and in fact I think it's fairly safe to say this is the standard, most widely understood and accepted way to engage with escapist fantasy. I get it. I get it. I don't relate to it.
I just think it's curious that I posed a question about why some people are vehemently against choosing negative actions in video games that do let them, and somehow it became a discussion about trying to explain why it actually makes perfect sense to want to be a hero in fiction. I wasn't even talking about that! And on some level I feel like maybe the misstep is on my part, in trying to put forward a question that just doesn't even register as something to think about for most people. Like if I ask "why don't you choose antisocial behavior when given the freedom to do so?" and your answer is "because I don't want to do that," and I follow up with "well why not?" I get that there may not be a clear answer to that, other than just reiterating "I don't want to :/ " I don't know maybe to some of you it feels like the equivalent of being asked "why don't you just slam your fingers in the door since no one is stopping you?" and now you're just trying to reasonably explain to me what the actual best use for a door is, and when I assure you I do know what doors are for you feel like surely I must not because I just suggested something so outlandish.
I don't want anyone to think I'm specifically irritated with them or anything like that. It's not the fault of anyone in particular that I stewed on this long enough to kind of sour on the whole thing. If I'm frustrated it's really only with the reminder that it is just fundamentally difficult to communicate with people about certain things. But this is all very heavy for a discussion about roleplaying games and I don't have like a fun joke-y closing statement so uuuhhhh
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anyway I'm struggling to construct my final thoughts on the whole rpg morality discussion in a way that doesn't come off a little mean lmao
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rosetintedgunman · 2 years ago
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behind closed doors
Behind Closed Doors - the Exclusive Scoop! (Accepting)
@the-actor-himself
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The Actor? Wilford gave a light shrug as he propped his elbow on the left arm of his chair. It was the dead of night (or was it after dawn? Timezones are weird). Perfect time to talk about this without anyone else hearing.
"Better ya asked me this now than a few weeks ago. Th' answer would've been waaay different. I didn't remember him, or maybe I chose ta forget. Not too sure which. Can't trust th' ol' noggin with things like 'memories'. Speakin' of, memories are comin' back, but they're a little... Fuzzy? There's a lot I don't know, an' maybe ya oughta ask him 'bout. They're like movey photos fer me. Moments here an' there, if ya get me.
What I do remember is that I was so sure he was always there. Thick as thieves, an' what have ya. But things went a little sour, like that milky tea ya left out in th' sun. He became so - so..." A hand was waved like he was trying to gesture to word to come back to him. "Ah! Selfish. That's th' word I wanted. He did go 'round an' help people, of course, but there was this, uh, feelin' that he was doin' it more fer himself an' ta show off how great he was now that he was rich an' famous. Once he got a taste of that success, he was like a bloodhound huntin' a rabbit. Pretty sure I used that phrase before. Sounds smart. Then things went bad. Real bad. Can't quite remember why, but shit hit th' fan. After that... It's just anger an' some other bitter feelin'. Must've slipped through th' cracks. I know when I - as in th' me ya see before ya - first learned 'bout him, I felt anger. I didn't know why, since I didn't know th' guy, but somethin' 'bout his face just pissed me off."
There was a pause as Wilford rested his chin on the hand that was supported by the chair's arm. He wasn't sure if this was even answering the question properly. Talking about the past life when you didn't fully remember it was hard.
"He's been through a lot," he was choosing his words very carefully, "Or at least, that what it feels like. He's got these sorta chains wrapped 'round him, pullin' him back. Guilt, probably. It's too heavy fer somethin' like grief. Despite that, he's tryin' ta have a better start. He's got a kid. He always wanted a family, y'know? Someone that was related by blood, an' not a brother 'cause someone else decided you two were now brothers. But he was always a Barnum. I think he lost sight of that along th' way. Ta me, there was no difference. Mark was Mark, an' I was whoever I was at th' time. But we're not th' same people. I think he still hates me. Not that I'd blame him. Not th' first time I've heard my past life was a bit of an asshole. Sayin' that, I'm not a man who lives in th' past. I'm all 'bout th' here an' now. I wanna get ta know him again. Not sure if he let me be a brother again, but I'd be happy ta just be friends if that's what he'd want."
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"Also he's got a bunch of weird faceless people who live in his house an' ask him questions??? Never seen 'em myself, but I've read th' posts. If it's reblogged, I know yer readin' this, an' some of ya are forgettin' that bein' faceless doesn't make ya invincible."
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butteerfly · 4 years ago
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— Dating haikyuu!! boys ♡
headcanons 🦋
this was really difficult because in haikyuu all the boys are characters that you can't help but love, at least it's like that for me. So choosing a few was quite a challenge, anyway if you want a specific character that I didn't mention let me know ♡♡♡
kageyama tobio; tsukishima kei; nishinoya yuu; kozume kenma; ushijima wakatoshi (my boys) — fem!!reader
KAGEYAMA TOBIO
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(I'm so in love with this pretty boy)
he is very sweet with you
The best part is that he doesn't realize this
Contrary to common thought, I think tobio is an excellent boyfriend
He always makes sure you get home safely after school, even ask the coach for a few minutes to say goodbye to you (I'm just crying as I imagine this)
You can't spend a lot of time together after school because he has his practices, but he always makes sure you sit next to him in class and have lunch with him.
always has your favorite strawberry milk in his backpack, just for you
He doesn't want you to go to practice because he's secretly a little jealous and he knows that as soon as they see you, Noya and Hinata are going to jUMp at you
The kind of boyfriend your parents love and yet he still gets nervous when he's with them
definitely bad for cuddles
He doesn't know how to hug or kiss you, he doesn't know if that's going to be okay for you or if you're uncomfortable, he never had a girlfriend before you
You always tell him what to do but it doesn't matter, he always blushes after all
forehead kisses are his favorites
He loves when his head rests on your lap and you play with his hair, he instantly relaxes
When you go to see him at one of the matches, his smile and blush never fade.
He loves to see the sparkle in your eyes when he sets the ball for the spiker
and when is he going to serve...
he knows that you know that's a direct point
You raise his ego a lot, it is inevitable 😔💕
You simply give him unshakable strength when he is more demoralized than normal.
always hugs you after a match, it doesn't matter if he lost or won, the others don't matter, only you in his arms
TSUKISHIMA KEI
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dating him is amazingly fun
You are the couple that always teases each other in some way and is not bothered by this
Since you know each other you never stop laughing together and this is something he is aware of, he appreciates you very much despite not showing it so often
ok but no matter what your height is, he always teases you
The fact that your hands don't even cross behind his neck makes him laugh a lot
he's actually good for cuddles
He's the type of boy who always has a smirk on his face before kissing you
hands on your waist every time he hugs you
when i said he was good for cuddles i meant cuddles in the privacy of his room
because if you hug him or kiss him in front of the team or his family he BLUSHES
spoiler alert!!: you do it on purpose
if you wear his hoddies with dinosaurs he will die
He made a playlist with songs that remind him of you and songs that are important to both of you, but he named it "ant" because according to him, you are similar to them, small and insignificant 💀
he's good at killing romance
Despite that, he is the person who listens to you the most and pays attention to details.
When he sees you cheering for the team with one of his shirts he can't help but be a bit surprised, even though he doesn't want to accept it, you know that volleyball is important to your boyfriend
At first he is a bit distracted, but after thinking more clearly his blocks become the strongest iron wall
his favorite moment with you is in the afternoons when you both return home from school with the sunset in the distance and he holds your hand tight
You give him the peace of mind that he sometimes needs when his thoughts don't leave him alone.
NISHINOYA YUU
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please let's talk about this man
he can't believe you love him
you are too perfect
you are his pretty girl
HIS pretty girl
whenever he thinks about it he CRIES
he takes you to practices and matches just so everyone knows he has a girlfriend, a very beautiful one
whatever you do (art, writing, sport, acting, singing, etc) he is very proud of you
dating Nishinoya is actually an adventure
he is a very effusive person and never stays in his comfort zone
he will try to do whatever he likes and catches his attention, nobody can stop him
This also applies to you
your dates are weird
he invited you to his house just to cook and taste sour food -u both almost set the house on fire-
he took you to TOKYO just to go to Alice in Wonderland's cafe
You still remember the day you asked him for your notebook and he handed you his backpack, but when you opened it, many bags full of gummies came out everywhere
you don't know what to expect from this boy and that's why you love him
he is a very loving person by nature
his hands will always be on your waist, always wants to feel you close
the warmth in his chest that you make him feel no one else does
he loves when you kiss him surprisingly, he will follow the kiss immediately
even when all he wants to do is rest, he lets you sleep on top of him
when you call him super libero he really feels like one, even if he is very tired
you are one of the biggest pillars of his motivation and the best person he could meet ♡
KOZUME KENMA
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Before dating, he was very shy with you and could never talk to you if Kuro was not with you
not because he didn't want to, the words got a lot on his tongue and he didn't know what to do in front of you
kuro clearly helped this boy
you had to confess first but that doesn't really matter because from that day on you are both very happy
You don't know how to explain it, but you both have a strange telepathy, you always know what the other is thinking or going to say.
You can't lie to him, he always ends up finding out
your dates are in the arcades and buying a lot of rare KitKat to test them with Kuro
and you only have dates when you make sure you have all your homework done because sometimes you forget about school 💀
you always try new dyes in your hair and he always helps you
he knows that you don't do it to like him
however he likes you a lot no matter what you do
you are the only person with whom he seeks physical contact very often
He doesn't know why but kissing you always feels very good for him
when he kisses you, his whole body relaxes
kisses you whenever he can
love to see the blush on your face
you love when your boyfriend talks to you about a new game, he looks so excited it makes your heart melt
If you are not very good at playing a video game he will help you without hesitation
you can never beat him, after all he taught you
you guys always end up playing until 8 in the morning on weekends, please get some sleep 💀
He loves when you sit on his lap and he can cross his arms around your waist, he would stay there all day because there is no more calm and peace than that moment
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
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he is a big teddy bear
whenever he can and has time, he listens to you carefully
Every time he doesn't understand something you say to him, he will ask Tendo with genuine confusion in his voice.
You are one of the few people that he really pays attention to and cares
he is not good at interpreting the feelings of others and the way he does not understand everyday things between your friends makes you laugh
he is a big baby
you are his wallpaper
Whenever he hugs you from behind, he leans his chin on your head, he saw it in other couples and he found it cute
He loves to see you with his shirts because they fit you better than him
He is struck by the way you dress, he says it is very striking and cute
The kind of boyfriend who would take you out to eat at restaurants
always makes sure you eat really well and exercise because he says the body needs it, even if he is away
The best thing about dating him is that he does not feel embarrased if you kiss or hug him in front of someone, he does not care what others think at all
He feels embarrased of the fact that he always thinks about kissing you, and that never happened to him with anyone
He does not think about it too much either, if he wants to kiss you, you want to and you are at the right time, he will simply do it
No matter what your personality is, he is attracted to you, he always says things that he never thought he would say to someone who is not Tendo
The truth is that you are as important to him as volleyball, and when you go to see him at matches without notifying him, he just freezes for a second.
Your stuning smile and the euphoria on your face makes his whole body go beyond his capabilities, he feels unstoppable when you are there smiling for him
He does not understand much even about his own feelings, but the hours after the game, when you are next to his tired body, lightly caressing his face, make him feel very happy.
🦋🦋🦋
well ... I didn't like this headcanon so much, but I didn't hate it either, I hope you like it more than I do ;)
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imagineabrighterworld · 4 years ago
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A/N: I fought tooth and nail for this prompt so I hope you like it anon 👀
Dabi had left the Nightscape for several reasons.
For better scenery, for less screaming, for.. for a third reason, and to escape his crazy as fuck ex girlfriend who never seemed to get the point that they were done. She was a phase, she wasn’t the endgame.
Did she get that as he tossed her ass out of his apartment? No, she just came back with a lighter to set his home ablaze. But the woman didn't realize he controlled flames as easily as he did breathing.
So he left. He packed a few things, clothes and whatever currency the humans were using nowadays and went up to the world beyond. His father was one of the lords of the Nightscape, but he didn't need to worry about slipping past him, Dabi was thought to be dead for ages.
More like “Touya” had been dead for ages, but that was a clusterfuck of different issues he didn't care to unfold.
Living above ground had added perks beyond escaping a crazy ex and not being surrounded by shades and wraiths on the daily. He could take on the form of a true human, not the horned and fanged form he usually wore. His tail was gone, and his scars and staples were replaced with tattoos and piercings, but he grew used to his new form very quickly.
In the human world, humans had long since developed quirks, so his flames were not an oddity. He was thankful for them when he was questioned about how he got his scars, scars that would occasionally show through his glamour. It was an easy answer, his body couldn't handle his “quirk”. People gave him sad eyes and let him go.
Easy.
What he did struggle with was the occasional demon hunter nearly tracking him down, but he always managed to turn their eye the other way. Was it testing the line choosing to live so close to a school that trained demon hunters? Yes, but he was always good at magic, a simple glamour always did the trick.
When he scored a job at a coffee shop, he was pleased to see it was a simple transaction kind of job. No one would be able to ask him why his eyes were constantly rivaling the blue of his flames or why a phantom tail would lash out and occasionally spill the row of cups behind him.
He pegged it as a ghost haunting the shop, and so it became a little inside joke within the workers ranks and some of the shop's patrons.
Opening on a rainy Wednesday, he looks around the room before lighting the candles at the tables with a flame on his pinkie finger. Setting up the tables and scooting in the chairs, he walks back to the counter and sets up the machines when the door rings, signalling someone had entered.
“Welcome.” He rolls out in a soft purr, a habit from years of toying with his playthings as an incubus. Eventually he would get rid of the habit. “What can I get for you today?” He turns around.
You were soaking wet with a satchel above your head, you were shivering and looking at the coffee machines as if they were god sent.
You looked adorable.
He leans on the counter with a growing smile. “Wet out there isn't it?”
Your gaze snaps to him. Your eyes were a soft mahogany color, reminding him of a tree. It wasn't the most romantic thing he could come up with, but trees were also very rare to find in the Nightscape, so he supposed it was based on your point of view. “C-Coffee. Please.”
“Sure thing babe, what kind?”
“A mocha cappuccino with three shots of espresso.”
He quirks a brow as he types in your order. “Three?”
“I usually get five but my doctor told me I need to cut down.”
“How about you aim for two?”
“I don't think I’d survive that loss sir.”
He chuckles. “Sir?” He asks as he tells you the price of your drink, accepting your soggy wad of cash and giving you your change once the transaction was complete. “Well madam, your drink will be out shortly, take some napkins to dry up, they’re by the sugar.”
He spots a small blush on your face as you go to the condiments counter. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He prepares your drink as he hears you pluck a plethora of napkins out of their container. Small curses are all he hears as you open your bag, he hears the clicking of latches and the zipping of zippers. You scuttle past the counter and stop in front of the register again.
“Do you have a bathroom? My bag is drenched..”
He brings you your drink and tilts his head as he debates your question. A bathroom wouldn't solve the water issue, you just thought it would.
Dabi places your drink on the counter and holds his hand out. “I can dry your bag.”
You smile, adjusting your glasses in the mean time. “You have a wind quirk?”
“I'm not a blowdryer.” He grins. “But I can still dry it for you.”
You debate his words, looking down at your soggy satchel that was only getting worse as time passed. You hand him the bag with an accepting sigh. “Please.”
He takes your bag and lights his hands on fire. You nearly scream before he speaks up. “I can control my fire, this one won’t burn anything, it's just warm.”
“Oh.” You shut your mouth with a sheepish bow of your head. “Sorry.”
“It's alright.” He turns the bag in his hold, looking at the patches and bad attempts at embroidery on its edges. It was cute. The sad little attempts seemed to get better as they reached the top, which led him to believe this was your first attempt at embroidery.
What would you do if he had burnt it to ash?
His flames were highly destructive, and sometimes even he couldn't handle them.
Maybe he was being risky to test his powers like this. It had been ages since he last used his flames for something more than lighting a silly candle or a cigarette.
“So..”
Oh right, you were still there.
He looks at you and rotates the bag in his hold. “Yes?”
“Is it always this empty?”
“Only when you're here.” He winks.
“Rude.”
“Rude, sir.”
You laugh, and from that point on he's hooked to the sound.
-
Dabi used to like his job, now it was turning into something akin to gratitude. It allowed him to see you on most days.
He had learned quite a few things about you ever since that rainy day.
You were a teacher in training, specifically the nearby high school. You were aiming for Shiketsu and had a foot in the door with the vice principal taking notice of you during their mock trials. He didn't peg you for a demon hunter, but everyone had a hidden side to them. Hah. You had two pet birds named Sweet Pea and Darlington, you had a snake named Petra and were looking into getting a newt.
You loved coffee but hated it black, it needed sugar or chocolate of some kind because you couldn't stand bitter food. You loved spicy food even if you couldn't tolerate it, and you adored sour candies.
While you looked book smart, you were also street smart, and he was beginning to believe you might be vying for a spot as a demon slayer teacher. He just didn't know what your quirk was yet.
“Hey Dabi.” You chime in unison with the doorbell as you walk inside, this time with an umbrella to keep yourself out of the rain.
He leans on the counter with a grin. “Hey babe. What is it today? The usual?”
“Just a shot of espresso this time.”
He narrows his eyes. “Are you sick?”
“Nope.” You fold your arms behind your back, rocking back and forth on your heels with a huge smile on your face. “I got news.”
“Do tell.” He says as he starts preparing your shot.
“I got the job!” You squeal in excitement, arms coming out of hiding so you can clasp them in front of you. “Starting in the spring I’m going to be the new first year homeroom teacher!”
He genuinely smiles. So you wanted to ruin your happiness with a shot of liquid bitter? He didn't understand you sometimes.  “I thought your celebration drink would be a sakura latte, not a shot of espresso.”
You wave your hand dismissively, already removing your wallet from your pocket. “I'll come back for one.”
“Two visits in one day? Is that a gift for you or for me?” He chuckles and hands you your espresso, taking your yen and entering it into the register.
You adjust the glasses on your face. "I figured I would grace your presence because you've been so humble as to fuel my caffeine addiction."
"It's my duty to make sure you don't kill some other sorry bastard with a coffee maker."
Your eyes flash green for a split second, and in that moment he has to keep from reeling back. Did he really see that?
The cups behind him tumble to the ground.
His tail had appeared in his brief moment of shock.  
You cock your head to the side. "What happened?"
He kneels and collects the cups. "The shop's ghost. Don't mind it."
"I thought I saw a-"
"How about I give you the latte now? On me." He interrupts you mid sentence, standing up with the cups in his arms.
The blush on your face was one of his favorite sights in the human world.
"You don't have to Dabi."
"It's just a drink." He waves you along to one of the booths. "Sit, it'll be ready soon."
You take your shot of espresso and go to the booth he had motioned you to.
The way you scrunched your nose in disgust as you drank your shot was also one of his new favorite sights.
Maybe it was just you.
--
After you had gotten your job at Shiketsu, you were around every morning to prepare for the day. Sometimes you would come by for lunch, unfortunately he clocked out on those days, but sometimes he would make sure he was in the area just to catch you off-guard. Those days he spent his lunch with you, and you got to tell him stories about your students.
It was one of your lunch breaks when hell came to toll.
His eyes were trained on you as you spoke, you were talking about a girl who wielded fire similar to him when the bell of the cafe rang.
The sound resonated through him, and in that moment he knew who was at the door.
What was at the door.
His glamour of his new human form nearly drops as he hears a woman's voice ask from the counter of the cafe.
“Is Dabi here?” She croons in a sickly sweet voice he hadn't heard in nearly a year. He doesn't hear his coworkers' response but he feels the air fill with the flowery scent of her. He grits his teeth to keep his fangs from showing through as he hears her heels click against the ground.
You had stopped your explanation and looked behind him, adjusting your glasses as you did so. “You're looking for Dabi?”
“I am, what a sweet peach you've got here Dabi~ I didn't know you still had it in you to snag such a cutie, your charms must still be working even in this sad form.” He feels her hand on his shoulder, her fingernails drumming along the stitching of his jacket. “Did you catch her, or did she come crawling to you?”
He knows he has to speak up, before she says another word, but his fangs were already piercing the inside of his lip as his glamour slipped.
He looks at you with the most apologetic gaze he can muster. Grabbing his coffee, he lifts it to his mouth to hide his fangs and he speaks. “Excuse me.” He stands up and slams the cup on the table, grabbing the wrist of the woman behind him and dragging her out of the shop and into the closest alleyway.
He slams her against the wall with her arm pinned above her head. His glamour drops completely, his scars and horns bared for the world to see as he growls with rage. “You!”
The succubus in front of him smiles coyly, dragging a finger across his scars and the staples holding his mouth together. “Aren't you happy to see me? To see one of your own again?”
“No. What do you want?”
She plays at pulling on one of the staples but is stopped as he pins her other hand up as well. The succubus sighs and turns her head, “I come see you and all I get is this. And seeing you with a little human.” She peers at him with violet eyes. “Don't tell me you've gone soft Dabi. She’s human, she’ll die just like a human too.”
He hadn't let that thought slip into his mind and wasn't planning on starting to. He tightens his grip on her wrists. “We broke up, I made that clear.” A feral grin forms on his face, pulling at the staples on his face. “I told you, if you try me again, I’ll kill you.”
“I heard you had a human now. We all heard.” She whispers, her eyes glowing in the dark of the alley. “They know Dabi.”
His grip falters.
Shit.
Shit. Shit Shit-
He lets go of her wrists and he paces in the alleyway, flames licking at his face as his emotions spiralled.
“They need your power, but you’re squandering it here with a girl who will die before you know it. While you're full of youth, she will be an old crone with nothing but a coffin awaiting her.” She didn't sound bothered at all as she rubs her wrists. “Honestly Dabi, you were the one that taught me never to fall for a human. They’re too brittle, their life essence too weak.”
He did teach her. He taught her to keep her heart shut and to leave it open only for him. He taught her a little too well, as she now believed she had rights to him.
But he never taught himself as well as he did her.
He fell for you bad, and you were mortal.
“Anyway, I was told one of two things. Either bring you back with me, or expose you so you have no other choice but to return.”
He looks back at her, his rage quelled only by the dread that was now spiralling in him. “You will do no such thing!” He roars, his flames igniting and setting him ablaze. “If you dare go near her-”
The succubus’s body transforms into mist starting from her feet then rising to her waist. She puts a finger to her lips. “I’ll be back in three days. If you don't do it, I will.”
She was gone. Leaving him alone in the alley with nothing but flames that wouldn't stop burning.
-
Dabi spent the next two days trying to find ways to tell you, but with each scenario came the same question.
What would you do if you knew he was a demon? You worked at a school that trained demon slayers- what other option for you would there be if not to turn him in? It was your duty to turn in any demon that showed up at your door, and here you were having coffee with him.
He couldn't do it.
On the third day, it was raining, just like the day he met you.
He hated the mist that had surrounded the shop, reminding him of the succubus and her promise.
Three days.
He had to tell you.
But why was it so damn hard to do? He used to be cold and calculated, having his fun toying with human emotions and killing without regret. He had no empathy, no sympathy for the lives he ruined.
But you were kind. So incredibly kind.
He rests his head on the counter as the door opens. He scents you in the air before you even step through, the smell of milk and honey wafting in the air as you approach the counter.
He had to tell you.
“Morning Dabi!” You cheer as you fold up your umbrella. “A mocha cappuccino with two shots of espresso please!”
He looks up and smiles crookedly. “Finally down to two?”
“I figured I would finally listen to you.”
“That's my girl.” He chuckles as he grabs a cup and prepares your drink. His hands were shaking, but he knew what he had to do.
When your drink was ready and paid for, Dabi keeps his hand on the cup as you take it from him, your hand overlapping his. You look at him with curious eyes behind your wide rimmed glasses. “Dabi? What’s wrong?”
“If I told you I was a bad man, what would you do?”
You narrow your eyes, but keep your hand over his. “Stealing a croissant from the place you work at isn't evil Dabi-”
“Not that.” He laughs but it's noticeably strained. “Not that.” He looks you in the eyes, greedily taking in the sight of you, for perhaps the last time. “What if I told you I was a bad man, who did horrible things. Whose caused terrible things.”
Your hand tightens around his, he feels the tremors in your body before you still.
“I would tell you I know better than to judge you for what you've done, and tell you that I judge you for who you are now. Does that forgive you of what you've done or what you've caused? No. But I judge what I see. And I see a good man.”
He lets out a shaky breath as his glamor drops, revealing his true form of scars and fangs and horns. His flames curl around him as he whispers. “What if I'm not a man?”
You jump back, hands flying to your glasses before they could tumble off of your face. You stare at him with your jaw hanging.
He looks at the coffee still in his grasp. At the scars covering his body.
He knew it.
He puts down the cup.
He knew it.
Clapping comes from the corner of the room where the succubus has taken form, her body still halfway between corporal and mist. She smiles, showing off her sharpened canines. “Bravo Dabi, I almost thought I’d have to do it myself.”
You shut your mouth and look at the succubus. “You're from before-”
“I am.” She purrs. “And I’m here to take Dabi home. Shigaraki will be happy to see his lieutenant again.”
Dabi burns away his apron, leaving him in his normal attire, the stitches of his black coat catching his eye. Memories of your embroidered bag slip through his mind, though are soon flushed out entirely when he hears the shattering of tables as a high pitched shriek comes from the mist succubus.
He phases through the counter in a wall of heatless flame as he sees you covering your ears.
The shriek had destroyed the tables and windows turning them into scrap, and had shattered your glasses. Blood was running down your ears from between your hands.
He stands between you and the succubus, his arms lit with powerful blue flames. “This wasn't part of the deal!”
“Not our deal. Shigaraki doesn't want you to have any temptations for returning to the human world. We need your girl gone for good.” She grins fiendishly. “She will never grow old, isn't that the best gift you could receive?”
“Dabi-” You call out from behind him.
“Stay back!” He yells at you. “Get out of here!” But he knew if you went into the rain outside, you would be done for. The succubus would be able to drown you where you stood.
Her body turns to pure water as she rushes at him. With her power boosted by the rain that washed in through the broken windows, all he could do was send wave after wave of fire to evaporate the water.
But what was evaporation if not mist?
He was fighting a losing battle as he backed up until he finally reached you. He covers you with his body as he puts up a wall of flame.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers to you as his flames are soon put out. “I’m sorry.”
You lift your hands to his face, eyes still closed, and pull him in, pressing your forehead against his.
“Don't be sorry for the things you can't control.” You whisper in return.
The succubus’s body turns corporal from the waist up. She coos. “How sweet, one last goodbye.”
You press a kiss to his lips.
“Don't open your eyes.” You murmur against his lips before letting go of his face and turning around to look at the succubus.
He closes his eyes, prepared to hear you scream in pain, prepared to hear your body drop to the ground.
But all he hears is the loud boom of thunder from outside and the crackle of rock breaking.
Rock?
He opens his eyes and sees you on your knees in front of a marble statue of the succubus.
His eyes widen as he sees you stand up. From the reflection of the marble, he can see your eyes flashing green.
“Did I ever tell you my mother was a demon?” You ask as you kneel and pick up your eyeglass frames from the floor. “She called herself Medusa. Silly, huh? My dad was human though, and well, as you know, they had me..” You turn around, your eyes now closed. “I guess you can say my quirk is having a very strange lineage.”
Dabi gets to his feet and runs at you, barreling into you with his arms swiftly wrapping around you.
You return the hug, your face nuzzled into his chest.
“So.. you're not mortal?” He says quietly, as if the good luck that had been shone upon the both of you would wither out.
“I'm not. It's my hundred and twenty-fourth this year.” You look up from his hold, he could see the faint glow of green from under your eyelashes. “Will you be there?”
He tightens his hold and presses his lips against yours.
“As if I'd ever leave.”
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ahufflepuffhobbit · 2 years ago
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Okay if Bottomfeeder is what I think it is then I'm dying right now that's such a great title! 🤣🤣
Sooo...I am torn because I don't think I know what Amragu Lukhud is. 👀 But I also want to see a sneak peek for You're a King & I'm Your Lionheart or Courage to Soar...so you pick!😊
(But also feel free to pick all three because I am a nosy bitch. 😎)
I don't think Bottomfeeder is what you're thinking! (If you're thinking what I'm thinking you are, you want the long ass title.) But here's my answer about Bottomfeeder if you want it!
So I asked @thiswaycomessomethingwicked to choose because I'm on a call with them right now, and they chose Amragu Lukhud! Amragu is my Hanukkah inspired fic, set in my Dwarrow Holidays 'verse. This is pretty much where most Dwarrow holidays are inspired by Jewish ones. I'm hoping (?!?!?!) to have all 8 chapters for this ready by Hanukkah this year.
In this, Bilbo gets to learn about Amragu Lukhud, the Festival of Lights, and help Thorin celebrate. However! They get into a teensy argument over applesauce versus sour cream on potato pancakes, which spirals and then involve Bell Gamgee and then the rest of the shire thinks that Bilbo is pregnant with Thorin's kid (surprise mpreg!)
Here's your snippet lol:
“So it’s eight days of fried foods,” Bilbo asked as he shoved another dough ball into his mouth. He wasn’t complaining in the least, it was all amazingly delicious - especially the dough balls with the jam inside - but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be eating any fried food for the rest of the year until the Festival of Lights rolled around again.
“Well, you can eat other food too, obviously,” Thorin answered as he cut up a potato cake and dipped it into the apple mash. “All the usual food you typically do. Just additional fried food, and in all sorts of different ways,” Thorin explained, clearly speaking to Bilbo’s hobbitness. “For example, there are some dwarrow that prefer a sort of sour cream for their potato cakes.”
Thorin must have caught Bilbo’s intrigued expression because he was suddenly on the end of a rather impressive glare. “Those dwarrow are wrong, Bilbo.” 
“How so?” Bilbo couldn’t help the amused smile that was on his face. Thorin looked so serious about such a small issue! Though, he supposed that if anyone could understand being passionate about food preferences, it would be a hobbit…
“It just is. Apple mash is the only acceptable side to potato cakes. I tried to make that a law before I left Erebor but Balin wouldn’t let me.” 
Bilbo stared at his husband, waiting for the tiny twitch of his lips that would show he was joking. Thorin merely took another bite. “You- Tell me you’re not serious.”
Thorin rolled his eyes. “Balin said something about allowing people to make their individual choices,” he scoffed. 
“Thorin!” Bilbo rolled his eyes at Thorin’s confused expression. “I think Balin was right to allow people to choose how they would want to eat their potato cakes. Maybe I would like to give this sour cream a try. Had you considered that?”
“I had,” Thorin said with a nod. “But then I decided that I would spare you. You won’t like it.”
“You don’t know that!”
Thorin raised an eyebrow at him. “Bilbo,” he said warningly. “You <i>won’t</i> like it.”
“YOU CAN’T MAKE THAT DECISION FOR ME, THORIN OAKENSHIELD.”
“Bilbo! Just trust- Where are you going?!”
Ask me about my WIPs!
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