#i just similarly didn't spend TOO much time worrying about it because it was not really the focus

[vevobly]

Yellowjackets Reactions To Clingy Reader!

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie would be flattered at first, just absolutely enjoying the attention you're giving her and basking in the idea that someone values her that much. She'd just casually lean into it, and be all playful with you.

“Wow, you really missed me even though I was only gone for five minutes?”

But if your clinginess ever became too much, she'd lowkey try creating space from you; using excuses like needing to focus on something else. She wouldn't want to hurt your feelings and would try hard to soften any pushback with reassurance.

“You're sweet, really. Just, like, give me a little room to breathe, okay?”

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna would be a little awkward about it, unsure how to handle someone being so attached to her. But she'd tolerate it to an extent, especially if it seemed like genuine affection to her; making jokes about it eventually and easing tension.

“You really don't have to follow me everywhere, you know”

She'd say that with a small laugh. Despite her discomfort, she wouldn't be that harsh. And if you just happened to be one of the lucky people, she might secretly find it endearing that someone values her that much.

Taissa Turner:

Taissa would definetely take it in stride, appreciating you being loyal and close to her that way. She's naturally protective, so she might view your clinginess in a way as you trusting and feeling safe around her.

However, if it started interfering with her personal space or responsibilities, Tai would address it immediately and directly but kindly with you. She'd be firm, and understanding!

“Hey, I love hanging out with you, but I need to focus on this right now, okay? We can catch up later.”

Van Palmer:

Van would be amused by your clinginess, she wouldn't take it too serious and would probably even tease you with a grin about it every once in a while. She wouldn't mind the extra attention as long as it isn't constant.

“Wow, didn't know I was that amazing”

She'd probably find it cute that someone cares that much. But if it ever became too much? she'd probably nudge you gently toward independence like a mother would with her own clingy child.

“You know, I'm not going anywhere. You can chill for a bit.”

Natalie Scatorrcio:

Natalie definitely might have been caught off guard by your clinginess at first because she's not used to people being so openly attached to her that way, but she would just brush it off.

Over time, she would eventually warm up to it, seeing it as your way of showing affection to her. Of course, if it ever crossed a line, Nat would be straightforward about it with you. It'll be short and cool.

“Hey, I need some space right now, okay? Nothing personal.”

Lottie Matthews:

Lottie would handle your clinginess with an odd calmness and grace. Similarly to Tai, she'd see this as a sign of you trusting and valuing her. This would mean a lot to her despite what you think, and she'd hold it on a very high careful pedestal.

Lottie might even encourage your clinginess to some degree, just offering reassurance whenever you seem worried or needy. But if it starts to overwhelm her, expect her to guide you on being more self-reliant and practicing boundaries!

“It's okay, I'm here.”

Laura Lee:

Laura Lee would see your clinginess as a sign of you seeing her as someone comforting, which she'd take as a compliment. She'd be patient and kind with you, being very understanding and even encouraging a bit.

If it started becoming too much, she's addressing it like a therapist would with their patient. She'll suggest much "healthier" ways to spend time together without you being overly attached to her.

“I'm glad you feel comfortable with me, but..”

Misty Quigley:

Misty would absolutely just love your clinginess. Considering she thrives on attention and validation, having you attached to her makes her feel pretty special and valued.

“Oh, you don't have to apologize for wanting to be around me all the time!”

Out of all the girls, she would be the one to encourage it fully more. But her enthusiasm might turn possessive if she even slightly felt like you weren't as clingy to her anymore. So, expect the girl to work harder to keep your attention on her!

[quaranmine]

random firewatch au detail that has basically no impact on the story unless you want to psychoanalyze fw!grian even further than i did as the author, but it's very intentional that i always refer to both of mumbo's parents but only grian's mom. did i give him daddy issues? i guess so, but not in a way where i really deeply examined the implications as meaningful to the story. it was just a detail i stuck with from the beginning as a way to keep fleshing out the story's background subtly. the idea behind grian's dual citizenship was always that he was born in america to an american dad and british mom, and that his mom moved back to the UK when he was very young since she wanted to be closer to her family. perhaps his dad didn't go with them? or perhaps his dad did, and then later they split and he went back to america? whatever the cause, grian never even mentions his dad in the story, and it wasn't because i intended him to be dead (because that would have come up in a story about grief) if you get me

[pencileraser1]

dead poets society theater au headcanons

so for context, i'm a stagehand, i've worked for events as well as in community theater, so this is mostly based off of that. doing my part to add dps to the dps tag, and this was what i could come up with

ok they're all involved in a small community theater production of the tempest over the summer

neil is an actor, he's playing ariel, this is one of the first roles he's landed. he'd done theater in school as puck, which didn't go so well, but it's been a while since then. he's graduated college recently after studying medicine and is finally somehow at a point where his father has less control over him. despite this, he's somewhat unsure what he wants to do now, if he wants to continue with medicine cause it's what he knows, or try to make it in theater.

todd is the assistant stage manager, he was really unsure about taking the job, but the stage manager, cameron, who he was pretty good friends with, and who he'd worked on a crew with before, specifically wanted him. despite this, he's worried that he's too anxious and not assertive enough to do it

cameron is the stage manager, and a bit of a hardass, which means the crew loves him and a decent chunk of the actors hate him. he's good at his job, he's very organized and really good at getting shit done and people together, but he'll also chew you out if you fuck up

meeks and pitts are lights and sound respectively, they've worked on a ton of shows together before and are pretty close. every show they work together, they bring a bag of snacks with them for the crew to eat during performances

charlie is the prop master, and a stagehand. he has a knack for finding weirdly useful shit in random places, and is brilliant at constructing props. despite this cameron is constantly having to bug him to get his stuff finished on time. he and cameron have a sort of love/hate relationship, they clash really bad at times but they both understand that the show would not be as good if either of them weren't there

keating is the director! he works really well with newer actors, i'd imagine he's pretty similar to peter weir in a lot of ways. he can take a little too long to reach deadlines, as getting the show perfect is a lot more important to him, which annoys cameron a bit

knox is also an actor, he's playing ferdinand and is convinced that he and chris, who plays miranda, are destined to be together or something. chris doesn't see him like that though

chris is miranda, she was originally interested in the tech/design aspect of theater, but a while back they needed more actors, and she ended up volunteering. she started as crew when ginny first started acting, because ginny was nervous to do it alone

ginny is iris, she has more free time this show since her role is smaller, but is always at rehearsal whenever chris is there, so she ends up sitting around and watching a lot. she quickly becomes friends with neil, who is similarly always around todd

anytime he's not busy, neil is hanging around todd. he's started doing parts of todds job for him, getting batteries, taping doors, sweeping the stage, doing other miscellaneous errands. he spends so much time with todd that he somehow ends up as crew in the program in addition to ariel. he starts getting to the theater early when the crew shows up just to spend more time with todd. cameron has started treating him as an extra stagehand

[ladyyatexel]

Friends, Romans, Tumblrites, lend me your reblogs.

I'm Xel and I live in a society! I think there's a solid chance you do also! So you may relate to the profoundly crappy thing that happened to me and that I once again need a community assist.

I lost a temporary job that was supposed to turn into a permanent job in June because no one there felt safe enough to retire. Only two of us in the apartment were under 50. One of the crew was over 70. Three were chronically ill/disabled. No one felt safe enough to leave in order for me to stay, so I was trained for basically 6 months for nothing.

I have survived on savings from that job until this point, but I'm at the point where I cannot pay rent. I'm looking into getting help from sources more local to me but the internet has always felt like people who cared about me more than the people I share DNA with, really.

Many of the social services that I was signed up for expired the day that I was supposed to be told that I would be a permanent hire, and since that didn't go down, now I have to start it all again from the beginning, and there are gaps in my security net.

I tell you all of that just to say that I am actually trying to do things, I'm not here to just beg and coast along on some sort of lavish lifestyle where I, uh. Keep living in this dodgy apartment with my cat.

I don't want to bore you with an itemized list, but like 2,000 US dollars would get me through September and October without being worried about it like every 3 minutes. My rent is 700 and change, if you would like to know that. So I'm looking for like September and October rent and money to renew my driver's license, pay a few utility bills, buy a bag of cat food, and refill my medications.

If you have the notion to toss help at an internet pal or the extended reblogged acquaintance of an Internet pal, as is more likely the case, probably, that would be super rad of you.

I'm an artist! You could get things with images on them from me! I sell buttons, prints, and commissioned illustrations if that's your thing. My commissions are going a bit slow as of late - I only recovered from being not really able to walk like 2 months ago, and so I'm doing a lot of catch up like everywhere else in my whole life and trying not to spend too much time at a desk since it aggravates the spine thing that was the problem in the first place.

To be honest, it would be a greater help to me to just receive some Aid rather than full-on commissions, but I completely understand feeling fishy about people getting something for nothing and also feeling bad for being a charity case on the internet, so I'm not opposed! If you want to chat about that, I have a commissions post on the side or top of my blog depending on where you're looking at this!

Ko-fi contains my buttons and is a good place to toss digital dead American presidents if that suits you. I will get hit by some PayPal fees in this process but, I'm willing to call that a call for help on the internet tax.

I promise I'm a real person and not a bot who has made up a cat and is pretending to have interests. My blog has been here since 2010! I've met people on this website in person and everything. I've had embarrassing obsessions no bot would bother coming up with. Speaking of:

Similarly to times before, I would like to be able to do something in order to feel like I have earned some kind of support, and as of my birthday last week I have resolved to try very hard in the next year to conquer my fear and absolute mortification about many of the things I make, so I will once again go digging into my archives for things I can post for you to enjoy as thanks and tribute! I also have a poll running right now to see what kind of buttons people want!

Thanks for taking a look! Be nice out there, take care of your spines!

[wittywallflower]

DBDA post-s1 Catwin fic. rated G 2k words

Edwin went back to Port Townsend several months after their extended stay. He would never admit to expecting a warmer welcome from the shapeshifter who had professed to be so fond of him. But despite the time apart Edwin found he could still read beneath the facade of the apparently-disinterested man who didn’t stand to greet him and offered only desultory small talk.

He might cultivate an aura of boredom and indifference but of course the Cat King was feeling wary and a bit petulant, convinced he’d been forgotten about. Dubious of Edwin’s long absence and his motives for returning.

🔎

Edwin had simply needed to take the time to cope with everything that had happened. 

Time to mourn for Niko, the first friend he’d made in anything approaching a normal way. His friendship with Charles was something unshakeable, but the circumstances of their first meeting had been rather extraordinary. Edwin and Crystal had formed a mutual affection only begrudgingly, after going through a lot together. But Niko… befriending her had come so naturally. Edwin’s afterlife was so supernatural that the easy simplicity of it all had made Niko even more special. Edwin missed her terribly.

Time was also needed to recover from round 2 of Hell, or more accurately to firmly repress as much of that experience as he could. He had talked extensively of Hell to Charles early in their acquaintance; nothing needed to be rehashed, in Edwin’s opinion. It had been more of the same and he much preferred other uses of his time.

Like the time spent letting his unrequited heart be soothed by Charles’ platonic devotion. To be sure that his feelings for his best friend wouldn’t complicate things. He hadn’t worried too much about their work, knowing Charles was similarly dedicated to their cause. He was nervous about the leisure time spent alone together, always so comfortable and often fun in ways some people thought Edwin incapable of. What would Edwin even do without Charles to help fill all the hours a ghost didn't spend on sleeping or eating or grooming?

Nothing had changed though. Their friendship stayed just the same. Edwin had frankly expected it to hurt a lot more. It wasn’t painless, but as he continued to talk and laugh and solve cases with his dearest friend, Edwin realized that he didn’t need to pine for the romantic love Charles didn’t return. What Charles could give him was more than enough. He knew he had Charles' love and respect and admiration; no one could possibly care for Edwin more than the boy who went to Hell to bring him back.  Charles gave him protection, help, an ear when he needed it, and gave him equal time and attention as he gave Crystal. 

Just because Edwin hadn’t seen the appeal in kisses until recently, didn’t mean that his relationship with Charles was somehow lesser for the lack of them. 

And on the subject of kissing, it had come time for Edwin to actually come to terms with the things he had recently realized about himself. This meant research. The local library had a very helpful display front and center, actually. Edwin couldn’t have known beforehand, but it was quite auspicious that he had begun his research in June. He had learned a lot. 

In the safe space of the Cat King’s private lair, with the man he didn’t have to hide with, who liked his secret parts, Edwin had the courage to say as much - though rather more succinct and impersonal words.

“Is that why you’re here then?" the Cat King inquired. "Curiosity? Need a queer mentor for the questions the books can't answer?”

“I would think you of all people would appreciate a bit of curiosity.”

For the first time since Edwin had arrived, the Cat King’s smile looked the way he remembered it.

“Touché.”

Edwin couldn’t help a small smile in return, sensing how fun it could be to banter with the man now that there were no high stakes involved.

“So, what then," the Cat King asked further, "looking for tips on how to make that second kiss a winner? I could probably offer some… personal instruction in that.”

The words were suggestive, and a wink accompanied them, but it rang a bit hollow. Edwin didn’t fail to notice that before he rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Why do people keep offering me kissing lessons?” he huffed.

That got the Cat King’s attention, and he sat up sharply, abandoning his indolent pose on the shabby pallet throne.

“Who?” he asked, barely managed to make it a question rather than a demand. 

Edwin had to swallow some emotion before he could speak. 

“Niko was the only person I had ever talked to about… kissing. She said she would be a ‘guinea pig’ if it would help me be less anxious about it. She thought I should save it for someone i really liked, but she still made the offer anyway.” 

Such a romantic soul, but willing to do anything to help her friends. 

Edwin sighed and shook off the creeping sadness. 

“Anyway, somehow Crystal got wind of the conversation and felt a need to point out that Niko really didn’t have the experience to be very helpful. Then Crystal offered to teach me herself, if I found a way to suggest to Charles that he adopt some of her preferred techniques.”

The Cat King stared unblinking for a long moment, then shook his head slightly is dismay.

“Hon, this love triangle you’ve got going on is a little perverse. Tell me you turned Crystal down.” 

Obviously there was no way the prim prissy ghost accepted either offer. The idea was ridiculous. But it would still be nice to hear it said out loud. 

The Cat King would accept any of Edwin’s kisses, but it did sting how narrowly he had missing having Edwin’s first. He would have been properly appreciative of it; he would have done it right, not as a surprise in some dark, shitty forest. 

Second kiss wasn’t bad though. Second was still his goal. 

Edwin answered with a look of exasperation. “Obviously I did not accept. Even if I were so inclined, I can’t see how the inevitable awkwardness would be worth it.”

“If you were 'so inclined', the fun would be worth it. The want, and pleasure.”

The Cat King’s smile was smoldering as he called back to their first conversation. Edwin’s non-corporeal body didn’t blush, but he suddenly had a rather strong memory of that it felt like to have his cheeks heat.

“Yes, well,” Edwin straightened his collar, and his posture, “I don’t have any experience with that sort of…fun. I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“I could show you.”

Edwin looked at him closely, and took a step nearer. The Cat King’s head tilted back to look up at the tall ghost as he approached where the shorter man sat.

“That’s why I am here,” Edwin said without fanfare.

The Cat King almost choked on air, eyes wide, mouth dropping open. 

Edwin leaned in to press a finger to the underside of the shapeshifter's chin, lifting until his mouth closed again.

“I know you could show me things I can’t even imagine,” Edwin almost stuttered when the cat king’s pupils blew wide and the magical being inhaled deeply. Suddenly he looked every inch like a predator ready to pounce. 

Edwin managed to continue, “and for some reason you’re perhaps the only person I could see myself trusting enough to be comfortable with.”

Too surprised by Edwin’s forthrightness to have a response to that, the Cat King could only stare up at him.

Edwin smiled almost sadly and dropped his hand from the other’s chin. 

“But that would have undoubtedly complicated things I was already struggling to figure out. Since Hell , the first time, I was always running and hiding from Death, and in a way also from myself. I didn’t let myself want anything, except to stay out of Hell. Now that it’s not a threat, things have changed. I had to figure out something to aspire to, a goal, something I want rather than just want to avoid.” 

“And what do you want?” The Cat King’s voice was underlain with a purr that had Edwin remembering goosebumps on his skin.

“To continue my work,” he answered plainly.

The shapeshifter rolled his eyes. He was not the least bit surprised and wasn’t that kinda the worst part of it?

“Even now that you don't need the good deeds as leverage to avoid Hell?” he asked anyway, even though he really could have expected no less from the ghost.

The reminder of what he had admitted under the influence of the Cat King’s truth spell was unpleasant to Edwin.

“As I said, I was ashamed of that motive. But that was never my only reason for being a detective. And now without the guilt hanging over me, I can enjoy myself more. I won't have to worry about watching our backs from Death, I can focus on the cases and be better at my work.”

The Cat King nodded, knowing that was true. Edwin did love being a detective, using that big beautiful brain of his to solve puzzles and save the day. It was his calling and it would always be his main priority.

“Sounds like you’ve got it worked out then. Got your dream job, got your weird little situationship with your best buddy. What more could a dead boy want?” he asked, a pleasant but oddly empty smile on his face.

“I want to spend time with you,” Edwin answered with hesitation.

The Cat King’s face fell in surprise at the bald admission.

“I want to talk with you,” Edwin went on. “Speak as equals without a magic bracelet or an urgent case hanging over us.” 

“I’ve never really had your full attention, have I?” the Cat King realized with a pout. “Always such a busy little detective.”

Edwin’s lip quirked upward despite himself. 

“I do take my work very seriously. Too seriously, according to some. But despite appearances, I don’t work all the time. And now it should… feel easier to take time off”

Now he wouldn’t feel so guilty if he wasn’t helping someone every single day.

The implication that Edwin wanted to spend his time off with the Cat King was just delightful. The older man tried but it was clear from the way he had to hide a smile as he playfully feigned a protest.

“Kings are busy too, you know.”

Edwin nodded gravely, as if his eyes weren’t sparkling with mirth just as much as the king’s were. 

“I’m certain we can manage to coordinate our schedules.” 

“To schedule time for a chat?” 

Only a chat? was the unspoken question.

Edwin raised an eyebrow, somehow both humorous and haughty.

“I am amenable to some recreational activities. Or a meal, if you don’t mind being the only one eating.”

“Careful there, ghostie. It's starting to sound like you’re asking me on a date.”

The Cat King could no longer restrain a wide grin. He knew he probably looked like a lovesick idiot. Which was… not inaccurate.

Edwin let himself smile back fully, without restraint. He known all along that the Cat King was intrigued by him, had been attracted to him since that first moment in Port Townsend. But now it was quite clear that it was more than simply a cat’s curiosity, or a hedonist’s lust. Edwin was a bit surprised how the idea of a chaste date had the other man looking like the cat that got the cream.

“I am doing just that,” Edwin confirmed. Then pretended at ruefulness. “And I'm sure you are insufferably pleased about the fact.”

The Cat King chuckled and reached out to take Edwin’s hand.

“Oh you handsome thing, you have no idea.” 

[bookishjules]

you made the owie situation so much worse because max 100% would have chosen izzy as his suggenes 😭 i’m reading qoaad right now and i miss sizzy so much. cassie really missed the mark by not having them be more involved in the plot and politics, especially because simon had his whole downworlder and shadowhunter equality advocate arc in tftsa. not that i’m saying they didn’t have any opinions on the cohort, i just wish simon and isabelle had more vocal moments in the book and it’s council meetings, especially considering that simon is jewish!!! and the registery hits very very close to home if you get what i mean. i’m surprise that simon didn’t have a moment during a council meeting or any scene where he mentioned how close the actions the cohort wanted were to nazis. izzy was kinda just a babysitter for most of the times she was mentioned, i miss her badassery BUT i do understand that this book is from emma and the blackthorns’ povs and they’re closer to clace and malec… let’s hope simon works more with the new academy and we see him and izzy be mentors to dru (izzy trainer era would be elite)

okay i'm so glad someone else saw my vision... even if it hurts. i just can't help but imagine that in the universe where max lives, he gets closer to izzy into his teen years. i think izzy would spend more time with him when she's trying not to think about simon, bc both of her other brothers are in happy committed relationships, and then after the events of tfsa, he would get closer with simon through her bc of comics and anime etcetc and that would pull them tighter. plus, izzy isn't protective older brother like alec, and she isn't idolized like jace. she's a lot more .. accessible i guess is what i'm saying. as a sibling. she also ends up having a lot less responsibility than jace and alec, as you said, so it makes sense for him to go to her when he needs someone to talk to, or to her and simon's place when he needs a comfortable place to relax. ... anyway i have a lot more thoughts on this but it is not the point of this ask at all lol

i am also reading qoaad rn!! and i know exactly what you mean. i've thought similarly with simon. like he blazed through the sa in a very political manner, and yet we don't see him speaking up against the wrongs being committed here? and with something of this magnitude, and with his perspective.. there's no way he wouldn't feel a responsibility to speak up, especially now that they're all adult shadowhunters and are able to sit in on those meetings and have the voice they didn't always have access to as teens.

so basically yes i fully agree with everything you said <3 and i also really really really hope for more sizzy involvement in twp. i may have my hopes up too high (i.e. they exist), but just the knowledge that there will be a scene with simon at the pandemonium feels like it could imply a tilt in that direction. and i really think it's only fair o7

plus i mean.. not to go back to the max thing. but IF all of what i said above did happen, there's a world where sizzy would be more familiar with ty and dru bc they bracket max's age and would likely have ended up being friends, just by the nature of how involved clary is with emma, and emma potentially expressing worry about the kids not having friends their age etcetc you see where i'm going. so it just feels.. right. yk?

[stagkingswife]

have you ever had your god-partner be completely out of contact for a month or two? i've had a lot of trouble getting in touch with my spirit partner of almost two years lately. i've been doing all my usual things- trying to communicate with them at the regular scheduled time, making daily offerings, lighting candles, wearing my devotional jewelry, etc- but it doesn't seem to be having any effect, and I worry I've done something wrong along the way, or something to offend them.

Every year! It's a built in part of my spiritual calendar that I'm actually getting ready for right now. Every year, roughly between Halloween and the Winter Solstice I have my fallow time, where I am not allowed to travel to the areas of the Otherworlds that the Forgotten Ones rule, and I'm cut off from communication with them, including Oisin my divine spouse. This time was established shortly after my initiation because Oisin had concerns about balance in my life, that I was spending too much time with him and the other Forgotten Ones and loosing my roots in this world. At the time I hated being cut off from everything, but almost 15 years on I can see that he was right, as he often was in those days when he made a rule or taboo for me that I didn't like or understand. Now I use this fallow time to rest and build my reserves of energy and materials. It's my prep time for the rest of the year.

All of that being said, my fallow time is something that Oisin and I discussed before it happened, rather extensively. He didn't just ghost me. If an entity were imposing such a taboo on a person they were having a relationship with I would expect it to be discussed in advance, or somehow indicated or signaled, otherwise how is the person to know that the taboo has been put into place. I doubt you did something wrong in the relationship and don't know what it is. Usually we know if we say or do something that upsets someone else, even if we don't understand why it upsets them we understand the cause and effect of I said X then they seemed angry. If you can think of a specific instance like that you could try apologizing for it, but if you can't pin point what the mistake was I doubt you did anything wrong or offensive.

I think it's more likely that you're doing something wrong mechanically, and that's what's causing your communication issues. It sounds like you've developed a pretty standard routine with your partner, daily offerings, communications at a set time, etc. Do you ever try to connect with them outside of those methods and those times? A lot of normal relationships struggle when the initial rush and excitement wears off and it settles into routine and habit. I've found that spirituality, particularly mystical spiritual, can similarly struggle when it stops feeling special and starts feeling normal. In both cases it takes work to keep the spark alive, or in the case of spiritual communication mechanics specifically, the focus. Try to vary your routine a little bit: different methods of communication, different times, different offerings. If that doesn't help, go back to the basics. You don't specify how you're trying to communicate with your partner, but if you aren't trying a variety of divination methods please do! You might find that your partner has been trying to communicate with you all along but there's the spiritual equivalent of bad signal and your calls kept dropping. You might find that you've developed some sort of block that needs to be worked through. Once you know what the mechanical issue is you can troubleshoot it.

[pinkroseblooms]

Tunnel Vision

Summary: Iketeru is grateful to have you on staff to help him stay grounded, but what is he supposed to do when you're the one making his head spin? 3.7k words

A/N: Art is official from Gaku Kuze; Iketeru Daga/F!Reader who works on the set of Together with Maman as...let's say emotional support human? I didn't think that far ahead, the point is it's fluffy and tooth rotting sweetness. Enjoy!

Off camera, Iketeru is probably the closest to his oniisan persona: pleasant and approaching life with a more positive outlook than his co stars. Even though Iketeru spends a good chunk of time in his own little bubble, he’s not the type to hold grudges or be resentful; he’s too easy going and short sighted for drama.

So where’s the issue? Well, as much as you had an initial impression of Iketeru walking through life unaware and unhindered by the cynicism that grows from adulthood, he still holds himself to a rigid standard, like many people his age. You don’t know if it’s his strict upbringing or a childlike desire to please others when Iketeru is called on to perform a task, but if he falls short, he will not let it go.

Spiraling is the best way you can define it: if Iketeru is unable to accomplish something, he will press on, forcing himself to try over and over. The strain and stress makes him mess up or worse, Iketeru shuts down altogether, immobilized and on the brink of a panic attack.

“Let’s break.” You ignore Derekida’s protests at the nerve of you interrupting the shoot (he’s the director here) but you usher Iketeru backstage into a fold out chair with promises to make it quick.

“Breathe.” 

“But I have to-” 

“Not right now. Right now, you just need to breathe, okay?”

Iketeru calms down but he’s still staring at his hands; he looks like a puppy that’s been scolded for peeing on the carpet. “It’s all wrong.”

“You did one thing wrong.” You hand him a water bottle and step back so he doesn’t feel crowded. “What do we do when we have a problem we don’t know how to fix?” 

“....huh?” 

“I’ll help you: we take a step…?” 

“Into the river?” 

“What? No, what the hell-? Look, we take a step back, calm down, and ask for help. We learned that yesterday, remember?” 

“No.” 

“Here’s your reminder; now have some water, a sip won’t hurt.”

Iketeru drinks slowly; there’s color in his face again, but he still looks and feels a bit uneasy. You glance over your shoulder: a few of the kids are looking concerned, but Utano and Uramichi are leading them in the arts and crafts segment. You suppose Iketeru’s experience in the arts is more centered with performing, but once he’s shown how to do something, he catches on fast. And yet, here you are, another mini crisis to tend to.

The embarrassment he feels at having you see him in such a state is lessened by the need to be pulled out of his own head; it is strange though. When someone like Kumatani or one of the other staff are called upon to similarly aid him, Iketeru isn’t as concerned of how he must come off; he’s mainly worried to be a bother. There’s not a lingering sense of shame that makes Iketeru tongue tied and hyper aware of everything he does, like he’s auditioning on a stage and you’re in charge of critiquing his performance. 

“Sorry.” Iketeru wipes a drop of water from the corner of his mouth. “I’m slowing down the schedule…I’m letting everyone down.”

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up so much. Think about it this way, how would you react if one of those little munchkins was struggling? Would you tell them what a disappointment they were?”

“No.” Iketeru concedes. “I’d probably…I guess try to help them figure it out.” 

“Why?” 

“What? I wouldn’t want to make them feel bad, of course.” 

“There you go. Next time you’re having a little trouble, be kinder to yourself. Don’t worry about the others, they know you’re doing your best. You’re one of the most talented people I’ve met period: you’re not any less impressive because you’re having some trouble with your, uh, role.”

Iketeru nods and offers a small smile; of course you wouldn’t look at him in a poor light because of this. He knows you’re right but it’s not as easy to be so level headed when he’s in the moment. Yet you seem to have an endless wealth of patience; your words always manage to ground him back to reality. When you’re next to him, speaking to him so warmly and empathetic, Iketeru hangs on your every word.  Even when Iketeru’s mind drifts, he ends up thinking about you in an unrelated way to the topic of conversation: how pleasant your voice is, how close you are, your eyes-

“Iketeru-oniisan? Are you ready?” 

“Huh?” 

“Heh, looks like you’re feeling better, space cadet.” You smile wider. “I asked, are you ready to go out there and try again?” 

“Um, yes! I can do it.” 

“Alrighty, I’ll recycle this for you.” You hold up the now empty water bottle with a sly grin. “I’m just gonna take this and slide it through the hole.”

You thought Iketeru would get a chuckle out of that, but he’s not smiling at all anymore; was that one not blatant enough? Maybe the delivery was off. Derekida is already shouting for you to hurry up and not delay the schedule any further.  

“Oh sure, but when he’s brainstorming, he can hold everyone up for an hour or two; duty calls.” You shake your head and give Iketeru a quick thumbs up. “You got this!”

Iketeru nods and waves, stiff and mechanically; he wants more water now. His cheeks are hot, despite how long he’s been sitting away from the harsh stage lights. Don’t get him wrong, that joke was hilarious, but lately your inappropriate quips make Iketeru think about things he knows he shouldn’t be thinking. 

Kumatani leads him back to the children, using his Kumao-kun voice to say cheery words of encouragement, though Iketeru’s only half listening. Not good: it’s time to get back into the role. Iketeru smiles as the children welcome him back and show him their progress on their projects. Iketeru really does feel much better but still off somehow; the ball of nerves squirming in his stomach has been replaced by a knot in his chest. Is he sick? Maybe he needs to take a cough drop or have some hot tea after work. Iketeru hopes he isn’t coming down with something: he wouldn’t want to make you worry.

“Worry? I mean, I guess she would be? I hope so…wait, no. But I don’t want her to worry.” Iketeru glances to where you’re chatting backstage with Ikuko; a yawn escapes you, but you don’t look too exhausted and you give a sweet smile in response to whatever Ikuko is speaking of. 

“Iketeru-oniisan?” 

“Huh? Oh sorry, that looks very pretty; good job!” Iketeru smiles kindly as the young girl holds out her tissue paper bouquet of tulips; she mixed the papers somehow so they look multicolored. “I can practically smell them.” 

“I’m going to give them to my mommy to say thank you for being my mommy.” 

“What a thoughtful gift, I’m sure she’ll love them!” 

It doesn’t take long for Utano to show Iketeru how to bunch the papers together to make a nice pattern and to shape the chenille stems to secure the “petals” in place. You’re leaving for the day and see Iketeru finishing up a bouquet of what looks like red poppies; he’s laser focused on the project, hunched slightly over the table in his green room. His door is open and he looks ready to leave, save for the clutter overtaking some of the table’s surface. 

“I knew you could do it.” You knock lightly on the door as a courtesy before strolling over, grinning as you watch him carefully tie the flowers together with a ribbon. “Wow, that’s really good. Like, you could sell these.”

“Huh?” Iketeru looks up at you. “Sorry I wasn’t listening, I’m making flowers.”

“Anyway, how are you feeling? You should head home, you’ve done enough for today.” 

“I couldn’t, I had to finish this and you were still working.” Iketeru regards his handiwork with a content smile. “There, all done.”

“Wait, are they for me?”

“Sure are.”

“They’re really nice, but are you sure you don’t want to save them as a prop or something?” 

“I can make more later if we need them; these I made just for you.”

Iketeru turns in his seat and holds up the tissue paper poppies up with an absolutely angelic smile on his face; you take the little bouquet gingerly, careful not to bend or tear anything. 

“I made these to thank you.” Iketeru stands up, taking a minute to put everything away into a container he borrowed from the arts supplies closet. “I know it’s not much, but I was able to make them because you helped me.” 

“I didn’t really do anything.”

“Sure you did.” Iketeru’s smile grows sheepish. “I know it’s part of the job, but I hope you’ll accept these as a token of my appreciation. I wouldn’t have made it through the last few hours if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“Aw, I just got there first.” You grin bashfully, beyond flattered at this gesture. “Thank you, Iketeru: I’ve never gotten flowers as a gift before and these ones will last me a long time!”

Iketeru smiles vaguely as you continue to speak, still admiring the poppies; he’s a tiny bit surprised to hear no one’s ever given you flowers before, fake or otherwise. You’re one of the best people he knows; surely someone like you gets bushels of flowers for all the holidays and special occasions, maybe even for no real reason at all. Iketeru can see you clear as day in his head receiving dozens of daisies, stems of cherry blossoms, strings of sweet peas and sprigs of lavender adorning your hair and clothes until you’re covered in bright colors and fragrant florets, a mountain of tokens from imagined people moved by how grateful they are to have you in their lives. At the center of that mountain of flowers is you, putting all of those beautiful blooms to shame; you smile at him and take the offerings of artificial poppies and homemade onigiri, cradling them protectively to your heart. Iketeru stares at you with helpless admiration, unsure what to do other than allow himself to melt into a puddle as you lean in to press the softest of kisses to his cheek-

“Iketeru?”

“I wasn’t listening!”

“You didn’t even try to make up something.”

Iketeru coughs. “Sorry.”

“Ah well, I figured.” You tuck the tissue paper poppies into your front pocket. “The inside of your head must be an interesting place.”

“Sorry.” Iketeru repeats. “I wasn’t trying to ignore you. You must think I’m rude.”

“Come on, I know you’re not like that.” You assure him. “And hey, I like to ramble anyway, so I guess it all works out. No harm, no foul.”

“If you say so.” Iketeru glances at the ground. “Actually, what I was thinking…can I bring you flowers again?” 

“You don’t have to do that!” You sputter, holding the artificial blooms to your chest. “You didn’t even have to give me these.”

“I wanted to.” Iketeru assures you. “I wasn’t planning to give them to you initially, but I kept picturing your face when I was practicing. It just seemed right for you to have them.”

“Okay then.” You chuckle. “Careful, you’re gonna make me think you’re sweet on me at this rate.”

“What’s that mean? I’m not familiar with that phrase.”

“It’s a way to say you like someone in a romantic sense.”

“I see, thank you for explaining.”

“No problem.”

“I really like how that sounds.”

Iketeru notices you’ve gotten quiet; the space between him and you is very small, the two of you are nearly bumping shoulders as you walk side by side out of the building. Iketeru rarely gets the chance to be with you one on one, but when the occasion arises, you do most of the talking. 

He wasn’t too sure, but Iketeru recognizes the way he thinks of you has long since changed from innocent admiration to affection. Even so, he hadn’t been preoccupied with trying to pursue something beyond being friendly coworkers. Iketeru couldn’t have guessed how much his attachment would cement into, but it’s impossible to deny there’s a difference with how he regards you and other people he cares for.

Whenever you walk into the room, Iketeru feels a sudden rush, not even realizing he had been anticipating your arrival to the studio. You speak firmly, but are never mean or insincere. Even in the midst of Iketeru’s crisis, seeing you make a beeline towards him made the dreadful, heavy weight on his chest abate enough so he could breathe a little easier. 

Has the thought never crossed your mind, at least once? Your face betrays nothing as you make your way to the station, Iketeru moving so you walk on the side of the sidewalk that isn’t by the street or the bike lane, even when he’s lost in thought; it’s like an automatic instinct at this point. 

“Iketeru, do you live this way?” Your voice changes tone from mild to concerned. “I’m actually going to a cafe by my place.”

“A cafe?” Iketeru perks up; cafes have cozy insides with places for people to sit for a while and share good treats and conversation.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head home after treating myself to a little something, so you don’t need to escort me home.” You say lightly. “It’s not very far, maybe five minutes. I didn’t know you lived in the area.”

“I don’t live around here.”

Your expression changes to slight shock. “What? Iketeru, didn’t you realize where I was headed? Oh man, how far out are you from your place? We’ve been walking for fifteen minutes.”

“That’s right, I was going to call my sister to pick me up.” Iketeru remembers; they were supposed to run a couple errands when he was done at work. “I’ll text her that I’m going to get a taxi home, she doesn’t really need me to help with grocery shopping.”

“Why don’t you have her pick you up now? We’re not that far from the studio, send her your location.”

“Yes, I guess that would be the smart thing to do, wouldn’t it?”

Iketeru types out a message to let Mabui know where he is and apologizes for losing track of the time. It’s a good thing he’s a decent actor because otherwise Iketeru doesn’t know how he would keep the disappointment off his face. It sounds like you want him to leave. When you brought up going to a cafe, Iketeru’s first thought was that you were going to extend an invitation for him to join you, but maybe he was still daydreaming. 

“Something felt different about today.”

chest hurts as you watch him impassively type on his phone, explaining where he was and why his reply is so late.

“Is this being sweet on somebody? I’m pretty sure that’s how I feel. All I know for sure is that I would be so happy if she felt that way about me. Even if she didn’t, I still want to go with her. I want to see her more. I’m a coward. I can’t even ask her to have coffee.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m sure Mabui won’t be too upset, it’s better than if she sent me out on my own and I forgot the grocery list or something.” Iketeru can’t stop talking, saying anything to gloss over this awkward moment. He's spent enough time acting like a fool. “We’re running low on some things; I’ll probably get stuck on cooking duty for dinner tonight since I forgot all about it, haha. We usually split chores, but sometimes it’s easier to buy stuff when we both use similar things. I do like to cook though, I found this new recipe for onigiri filling, I should pack some for lunch tomorrow and-”

“Whoa, whoa.” You put a hand lightly on Iketeru’s shoulder. “You don’t sound okay.”

Iketeru tenses up; your hand shocks him through the layers of his jacket and sweater and undershirt, right to his skin. Your expression is measured, gaze steady but gentle; you’re off the clock and he’s still making you do work. 

“My apologies. I’m fine, maybe a bit tired, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry.” You withdraw your hand. “I didn’t mean to keep you, it was nice of you to walk me out.”

“No, don’t be sorry, it was my pleasure. You haven’t done anything wrong.” 

Iketeru manages a smile to mask the shame he feels at his own behavior; you shouldn't have to humor him like this. You're a nice, thoughtful coworker and friend. 

“Do you want me to stay until your sister comes?”

Iketeru has to force down the burst of giddy joy from your kind offer. “There's no need. I’ve had a lot on my mind recently, it’s nothing super bad or serious, just…it’s hard.”

“Hard, huh?” You nudge his shoulder. “Sorry, couldn’t resist that one.”

Iketeru chuckles; you really are too good to him. Despite almost ruining your plans to relax, you’re trying to cheer him up. Iketeru supposes it’s time to be an adult and focus.

“You go on, Mabui will be here soon.” Iketeru feels a buzzing in his pocket and the chimes of a bell; he takes out his phone. “Ah, she’s calling me now.”

“I’ll leave you to it then; have a goodnight Iketeru, let me know how the onigiri turns out!”

“I will.” Iketeru waves as you turn on your heel and continue walking down the sidewalk. “Goodnight…”

With a sigh, Iketeru accepts the call, hoping he sounds better than he feels.

“Hey, sorry sis, I didn’t mean to-”

“Is she still there with you?” Mabui’s calm voice asks. “Put her on the phone.”

“Why?”

“I want to say hello and thank her for looking out for my little brother.”

“Uh, well, hold on.”

Iketeru looks up; you’re only a few paces away. In a few seconds, he’s caught up to you, phone in hand. Any trace of guilt Iketeru has wavers when you turn around to look at him.

“Iketeru? What’s going on?”

“Sorry, it’s my sister.” Iketeru says, still a bit confused. “She wanted to say hello and thank you for all the help you’ve given me.”

“Oh!” You look pleasantly surprised. “How nice; here, put her on speaker.” Iketeru does just that, holding the cell phone between you and him so you can both hear Mabui clearly. 

“Hello, Mabui-san, I'm ”

“Sorry to butt in, but Iketeru wants to ask you on a date. Normally I wouldn’t pry into his personal life, but he’s been getting worse with remembering basic things and being distracted over this, so would you mind giving him an answer?” Mabui’s asks as if she was requesting you tell her the time of day. “It would make things a lot easier on me.”

“Mabui!” Iketeru would say he’s panicking but he’s far past such a mild reaction; his insides have frozen solid. He might choke on nothing but his sister continues to address you like he's not there hearing every incriminating word. 

“Iketeru probably wants to go to that cafe with you, so how about there for a first date?”

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER SHE’S LYING SHE’S A MAD WOMAN!” 

“No, I’m helping.”

Iketeru yanks the phone away. “Sis, how could you?!”

“Well, I’m going to the store now. See you later.”

Iketeru stares blankly at the black screen. The call is over. 

No, his life is over. He can’t even look at you. 

“Did you want to go to the cafe with me?”

“I’m sorry.” Iketeru croaks. “I’m really sorry, please, forget the last five minutes, I’m so sor-”

“Iketeru, breathe.” You take his hand gently. “Just breathe. Everything’s okay. I’m here and I’m not upset.”

Iketeru does as he’s told, slowly inhaling and exhaling; your hand squeezes his palm just enough so he feels steady. You’re smiling; you’re holding his hand. 

“Um, so, we shouldn’t stop and talk in the middle of the sidewalk.” You glance around. “I think you scared someone and we should probably go before they call the cops. Besides, you look like you could use a hot cup of tea, huh?”

“Do you mean it?” Iketeru leans in slightly. “You want me to go with you?”

Your gaze falters from his face to over his shoulder and your lips are pursed together slightly. Iketeru forces himself to be in the moment; the circumstances aren’t ideal, but now that he’s been put on the spot, Iketeru has to see this through. If you reject him, he won’t argue or be offended. Iketeru can wait until he’s alone somewhere before he allows his heart to crumble. 

“Please. Please like me too, please-”

“It doesn’t have to be a date.”

Iketeru isn’t able to speak; he just nods like a puppet on a string but then you continue to speak.

“I always pictured dressing up a little for a first date.” You confess, chuckling self deprecatingly. “Maybe we can plan it out together? We can do something casual of course, but I wanted to look cuter for you.”

“I,” Iketeru blinks rapidly and gathers himself so he can speak clearly. “I want that too. I want to take you anywhere you want to go…and bring you flowers.”

“I’d like that.” You stand a bit awkwardly, smiling like a fool. “I like you a lot, you know.”

“Me too.” Iketeru smiles; he doesn’t feel nervous anymore. You made him feel so safe. “I can’t wait to bring you your first real bouquet.”

“I’m looking forward to it; but still, I like these poppies. I’m going to save them; all this time, I thought it was just me. I never want to forget today, so I’m glad these flowers can’t wither away.” You sigh happily and lean into Iketeru’s shoulder slightly. “It’s a gift from you after all: they’re special, ya know?”

“Hm?” Iketeru smiles at you, as if just realizing you were on his arm. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“I’ll tell you some other time.” 

[burr-ell]

To expand on the previous post (with excellent addition by @kerosene-in-a-blender), I genuinely believe Laudna as a character would be a lot stronger in one of two scenarios:

1. Ditch the Whitestone stuff. I say this as someone who has produced almost nothing but de Rolo content—that is too big a part of Campaign 1 not to completely overshadow anything different the character tries to do in a long-form narrative. I think they could have threaded that needle, but that requires so much more focus and attention that a fast-paced story about a moon conspiracy just isn't built for. It's been 65 episodes and Whitestone nostalgia is all the character has meaningfully contributed to the narrative.

They put themselves between a rock and a hard place before the story even started. You can't bring in Delilah too often without inevitably treading on Campaign 1, but you also can't use her too little—not just because she's Delilah Briarwood, but also because that's the patron of a PC and your PCs need to be taking center stage. And yet there is nothing Delilah's presence has done in the story thus far that could not have been accomplished by a completely different, hitherto-unknown necromancer patron. Laudna's experiences in Whitestone could be replaced with a similarly traumatic backstory (it's not like Exandria is hurting for necromancers abusing power) and she'd have to actually elaborate on it and flesh out the worldbuilding and think about the backstory instead of being able to lean on "Hey, you guys remember that Briarwood arc? Freaky, right?"

2. Keep Laudna as she is and use her in an EXU miniseries. Set it in northwestern Tal'Dorei, where she's been wandering aimlessly for thirty years, spending half the time disassociating and half the time making her dolls. She meets a colorful group of people and they go on some adventures, and she finally decides to take back her life and do something about the voice in her head. You'd basically keep the Whitestone episodes of C3 as they are, give or take a few beats, as the climactic episodes of the series, and then the newly fire-forged friends set off for whatever new journey awaits them.

Maybe Laudna switches patrons; maybe she ditches the warlock thing entirely; maybe she ends the miniseries not knowing what she wants but excited to learn about it with her new companions. Mini-campaigns don't have to worry about that kind of thing! You can have your Whitestone nostalgia and some fanservice while still telling a pretty fun story, and it won't feel like a weird extra appendage to a main campaign that otherwise has very little to do with it. I wouldn't say it's a story I'd be interested in seeing continue, but it's perfectly serviceable for something small and self-contained.

What it has not been serviceable for is the long-form story of Campaign 3.

Honestly, I was a little concerned about all of this even before I started watching all the way through, but I wanted to give it time and judge it for myself. I don't believe in unfounded doomsaying, and I wanted to give the show a chance to do something interesting. And it has been 65 episodes, over 260 hours of content, which I think puts us well past the window of "give it a chance", and Laudna has spent the vast majority of her time not meaningfully engaging with her levels of warlock if it doesn't contribute to creepy girl vibes. (She frankly isn't engaging with her levels in sorcerer, either.) She's never even addressed potentially finding a new patron—so does she not want to? But then why is she so distressed about the idea of Delilah resurfacing? And if she does want a new patron, why has nothing actually happened in the almost-thirty episodes we've had since the Whitestone trip? If she's been "fighting Delilah for thirty-odd years", why didn't she take the chance to explicitly try to connect with, say, the Sun Tree? Or literally anyone else?

And honestly, as a Campaign 1 fan I have to say I'm also frustrated at how Delilah's presence specifically undercuts that story. Like, yeah, you have a technical reason for why she's still here, but "well she IS a powerful necromancer" is just a mechanical explanation, not a dramaturgical one. Her story is done. The chapter closed. She had ample opportunity, including when specifically asked by the Hells, to state any specific goals—any at all—and didn't. This is the woman who menaced Percy and Vex? This is the woman who permanently killed Vax? ...Really?

It could have been an interesting challenge to take on in referencing something from the past while bringing something new to the table, and it's not like they haven't done that before; they've already shown with Jester and the Traveler that it can be done. But they haven't done it here; any opportunity for Laudna to grow beyond her vague concepts—"What if Sun Tree Body...with Delilah patron? What if weird scary girl...but happy?"—has been generally ignored. Her killing Bor'dor is the first time in the entire campaign that she's done something that really got my attention, and in two episodes it's almost immediately papered over, followed by some inexplicable "must you continue to reconquer?" word salad about the gods.

Marisha explicitly refused to create a new character until she knew for sure whether or not Laudna would be resurrected. But if she enjoys her so much, when is she going to do anything meaningful with her?

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Yandere! Yunho Analysis (3/8)

Disclaimer : In no way am I supporting Yandere behavior or toxic relationships. This is supposed to be just a fic and everyone must read it as a fic.

Warnings : Mentions of Toxic relationships, stalking, murder, sexual punishments, other yandere behavior.

Basic Information

Name : Jeong Yunho

Date of Birth : March 23rd, 1999

Aggression level : 75%

Obsession level : 80-85%

Mental Instability : 75-80%

Overall threat : Average to High

Behavioral Analysis

He is a type of Yandere to have extreme emotional attachment with you. Would become suicidal if you say anything about leaving him. Causing him to also hurt you very much in the process. Will put the blame on you and act like the one who is the victim to get you to show him affection. Treats you like a royalty, giving you everything you want and surely will act like you're ungrateful if you try to escape and will humiliate you in front of everyone.

You were a stripper in one of the most famous bars which was owned by a rich CEO. You had never seen your boss, in fact you didn't even know his name.

You could say you were the best and most experienced stripper in the bar. Many men were ready to pay you millions just to get a free show from you. But you never accepted it, because all the rich men just spend money to get their dick wet and you weren't gonna help them with that.

It was all fine until your life turned upside down when your boss, for the first time in 8 years walked into the bar and asked for a private show from the best stripper. Obviously your manager, not wanting to disappoint him, begged on her knees for you to give him a private show.

You didn't want to reject him because technically he is the reason why you're having an average life. So you put on your best lingerie, and got your make up done.

As soon as you walked in, Yunho was rock hard. He was never into going to strip clubs but owned one just because his friends are horny little shits and always wanted free shows. But when he saw you, he was head over fucking heels for you.

You did your best performance, ending with you sexily leaning on the pole as you gave him your sultry eyes which you were famous for. You would be lying if you said that the man was not good looking and by the way his bulge was so obvious, you could see he was very big down there. Which made you slightly aroused.

It was all good until he said, "From now on, you're not giving anyone any show. And everyday I expect you to come to my mansion to give me my private show. Don't worry because your payment will be increased." "EXCUSE ME-"

Before you could procrastinate, he walked out of the room and made his way to the washroom (to relieve his rock hard cock obviously).

And that's how your life changed. The first day went normal until the second day, he started getting a little too close with you making you a bit uncomfortable. But you didn't pay attention to it anyway.

Until after a whole week, Yunho couldn't resist you anymore, as soon as you were done with your show, he bent you over his couch and fucked you relentlessly.

You obviously just thought about it as a hookup and loved every second of it, until your hookups turned into an everyday thing as you always found yourself on his bed at the end of the night.

You always treated him like a hookup partner, but Yunho obviously started developing immense feelings for you. Which was obvious by the things he told during sex to you.

So you decided to put an end to it one day. Similarly like any other, you found yourself pressed against his bedroom door, as he was undressing you. But you put a hand against his chest and looked at him, "We should stop. This is not gonna work anymore." You said it too coldly.

Yunho knitted his eyebrows, "What do you mean it's not gonna work? You love this as much as I love this ." "But Yunho, this is not supposed to be serious and should not involve any feelings."

And that's when my love, you unleashed a beast in him. He showed you exactly where and who you belong to. And that's when you knew it, you fucked up and you had no way to escape.

Next morning though, you woke up to leave until Yunho pulled you back making you fall on him. Then he slowly placed his mouth next to your ear, "You're not gonna leave me Y/n. You're only mine from now on. Only Fucking Mine."

Damn you were fucked. You never saw the outside world from that day and never saw anyone other than Yunho. Correction. Your Master.

Yunho treated you like his queen, like his entire world. You became his entire world. But you were mentally drained. And made a decision to run away when he is out for a business trip. Which was in two days.

But when he found out though, he emotionally black mailed you, he also started getting too aggressive with you once you refused to fall for his trick. And you couldn't help but accept defeat.

But you definitely didn't back out after that, you started becoming more misbehaving towards him which in return made him become more aggressive.

But because of how mentally drained you were, you slowly started losing yourself and fell for his tricks real bad. You started falling for him, and Yunho got you exactly where he wanted you to be.

You started becoming more obedient with him, and stopped misbehaving with him scared that he will get hurt by your actions. You just didn't want him to suffer so you started going according to his rules and soon you were very happy in your relationship.

You loved him as much as he loved you, and you vowed that you were gonna be with him forever and never leave him because you loved him.

But were you really in love with him? Or did he really hypnotize you into his illusion?

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Damn that was long, anyway I LOVED WRITING THIS. I literally imagined Fireworks Yunho while writing this damn. The other members will be posted soon guys.

-Jeong Aera

© wooyoungmybelovedhusband [jeongaera]

[bluegekk0]

Not me imagining the beans(Lewk, Milo and Asta) are balls of energy! I bet they have their calm moments, but I can't get over how cute it is to see them jumping up and down with their arms in the air demanding upies! 🥺

Anyway, Question; How difficult was it to raise the kiddos? I bet Grimm and Wyrm had their hands full! 🤭 Hehehe!

Lewk is definitely very energetic, he can't sit still and wants to be involved in everything his family and other Dirtmouth residents do. He's at the age where he can run and jump around, and even glide a little bit with his wings, so he gives the family a lot of headaches, even if he's generally a very sweet kid. Since Hornet is probably the most agile in the family, it's usually her job to tire him out so that he can fall asleep. Lewk enjoys playfighting a lot, and because Asta and Milo are still young, he has to be gentle with them. But Hornet? She's older and stronger, so she's a worthy opponent. Grimm also often takes that responsibility, I like to imagine he playfights with Lewk similarly to how you'd do so with a cat - with just one hand, since it's so big compared to the cat. I love the mental image of Lewk grabbing and biting Grimm's hand and forearm in a playful manner. Once he gets tired enough, he sleeps like a little baby for the rest of the day, but the next morning it starts all over again.

Like I mentioned, Asta and Milo are still very young. They can walk around, even trot on all fours for short distances, but they mostly stay in their little blanket nest and sleep. Asta is the more curious and energetic one of the two, she's also physically much stronger, so keeping an eye on her is important since she will inevitably crawl out of the nest and try to follow someone outside. She'll playfight with Lewk occasionally, though due to their size and strength difference there are times where Lewk goes a bit too far and accidentally hurts her, which is a sign that Asta's playtime is over. But that doesn't stop her from initiating the "fights", usually by biting Lewk's tail.

Milo is weak and a bit sickly, he spends a lot more time curled up in the nest and sleeping while cuddling a stuffed toy. He is very curious of the world around him, but unlike Asta, he's comfortable just watching everyone from the safety of his warm blankets. He can't keep up with his sister, and especially with Lewk, so they have to slow down for his sake whenever he joins them in playing. But generally he much prefers to stay away from playfighting, and if Grimm or FPK are in the room, he will "meow" at them until they pick him up and cuddle him. He's very close to both of them, and they give him a lot of attention since they're always worried about his well-being. He's definitely a mama's boy type.

Grimm and FPK have their hands full, you're absolutely right, and they did so especially with Lewk since he was their first child together (and Grimm's first child ever). There was a lot they had to figure out, and Lewk's seemingly limitless amounts of energy didn't help. They both experienced plenty of moments of panic when they saw him climb the furniture and try to jump off and fly, especially FPK who's very paranoid in general (Grimm is as well but he's much better at hiding it). But they couldn't be happier about raising him, so it's not a surprise that Grimm suggested having another kid not even a full year later.

They couldn't have predicted that they'd have twins this time around, and two kids means double the responsibility. Luckily they were already far more experienced at that point, so it came to them a lot more easily. Milo definitely made them very worried, he took his time to hatch from the egg and they were scared that perhaps he didn't make it, but eventually they welcomed him to the world. Of course, with his sickly nature they still had to keep a very close eye on him, the first few weeks after hatching are a very important period so they made sure he was getting enough rest, food and care. Asta was a lot stronger, though they gave her just as much attention to make sure she was growing healthy as well.

I mentioned it before, but I have no plans of aging the kids anytime soon. I like the ages they're at currently, they add much needed variety to the family. Lewk is about a year and a half old, and he just started going to school (yeah I'm 100% going with the idea that Quirrel runs a little school for the Dirtmouth children in the town, it's cute and gives him something to do in the AU, since I decided to keep him alive haha). Asta and Milo are roughly two months old, they opened their eyes a while ago and can now say a few words, but are still very much tiny babies that need a lot of care.

At some point I do want to draw some kind of chart showing the growth rate for the kids, but generally I imagine they grow rather quickly in the first year, and then gradually slow down. And since both of their parents are immortal, they eventually stop aging at a certain point, just like Hornet and Holly did. But for now they're still babies, and I want to keep them that way.

[useless19]

I was kinda hoping for a junior birthday edition of days, i loved junior in this series? I thought you were hinting twards it to. Did you have ideas or was it just a way to reasure bowser that luigi would be back?

So was I! I made a space for it in my drafts doc and everything, but I couldn't figure out enough of a plot to hang it together. It might've been because by that point I was starting to wind down my writing in Days with an aim to finish the series off, or it could have been because it would've required a fairly heavy narrative switch and I was already struggling with Bowser's pov for Day 16.

Or it could've been that I didn't want to have to figure out what a spoilt 8-year-old Koopa prince's birthday presents were going to be!

It's Junior's birthday, so it's going to be the most coolest awesomest day of the entire year! -the planned summary

Like King Boo, I left myself the option of writing Junior's birthday just in case. I've honestly found this to be pretty useful for constructing the series as a whole. Things happen that the narrative doesn't show (Luigi thinks about taking Junior Lava Bubble fishing one time, but we never see that), and allowing myself the freedom of not having to write it meant that I managed to finish more other parts than I ever thought I would when starting.

Still, I know roughly where the characters are at on Day 51 (aka Junior's birthday), so let's have a look at them, shall we?

Luigi extends his visit so he leaves the day after Junior's birthday. It's much easier for him to agree to stay longer than it is for him to commit to a longer stay before he arrives. He gets comfortable where he is. He spent the previous day making sure Junior knew he was going to leave after his birthday so that he wouldn't have to keep reminding Junior on his birthday and bring the mood down. Luigi likes a good party and he doesn't have to be the centre of attention, so he has a great time.

Bowser likes a party even more than Luigi and his son is growing up so well. He's way more tolerant of destructive antics than most parents too (he's got minions to deal with mess and rebuilding). He also starts to realise some of Luigi's problems when it comes to visiting; ie that he's very suggestible. It's not an entirely conscious observation, but he's less worried when Luigi leaves and spends more than a week away, despite saying that he was only going for a week. There's always going to be some lag. Email updates help (even if the first one is from a long-suffering Mario).

(If anyone other than me did the maths and figured out that Luigi wouldn't actually be at Bowser's castle for Day 69, assuming a consistent week-in-the-Mushroom-Kingdom/week-in-Bowser's-castle, this is why. It's always a bit more than a week-long visit).

And, of course, Junior. He's more resilient than Bowser in the being abandoned department, though he's still a bratty kid who's used to having his own way. He's very determined to show Luigi every single last one of his presents so Luigi will know what he's missing out on if he goes ahead with his stupid leaving plan. Similarly, the Koopalings also get the full range, but they have to leave in dribs and drabs over the next week too.

I guess part of why I couldn't figure out a plot was because Junior is going to be getting more and more intense and overexcited as his birthday party goes on and that would narrow the focus too much to be interesting.

(Maybe the lesson here is that putting it in Junior's pov was a bad call and I should've been trying to see Luigi's thoughts on the whole thing).

I don't know what Luigi would get Junior. He'd probably play it safe and do some art supplies (which are fine, but nothing super exciting and he gets a bit miffed when Junior moves on fairly quickly). He also delivers a letter from Peach (which Junior initially dismisses as boring), with an invitation to a brand new tournament she's organising (I'd have just picked a random sport that's not a main Mario tie-in game, or maybe one of the less represented sports like one of the Olympic ones). Luigi can't remember speaking with her about that, but he must've said enough for her to do this. Junior's quite excited over this - it's his own invitation, not just his dad's!

I also imagine that Mario sends something, maybe food? Possibly a bunch of hot sauce bottles from the various places he's helped out (they won't stop sending them and, while he likes spicy food, he can't eat this much!)? He puts the same amount of effort into it as he would a nephew. Luigi's also surprised at this and has to deal with the (actually super obvious in hindsight) realisation that he's sort of on his way to becoming Junior's step-dad, not just a regular old babysitter.

(Yeah, this would've been a challenge to properly depict in Junior's pov. Possibly an interesting one though.)

It was definitely set up more as potential day for writing, but it was useful to help reassure Bowser once I'd added it.

[menelaiad]

do you have any Menelaus n Clytemnestra friendship hcs 👀

YEAH.

i think they were supposed to get married. and helen was going to go to aga. but their dynamics didn't work and they had to do the suitor thing to keep people happy anyway so like. just let them choose. and they chose the opposite of what tyndareus originally set up.

they're both very tall. menelaus is taller, but cly is tall for a woman of her time. idk. that's just something they have in common, which is sweet.

they're very. quiet. menelaus is just naturally submissive, cly not so much but sometimes she is just happy to sit. and listen. so honestly? they will escape their noisy and energy-consuming partners with each other. to just sit. in silence. and recharge.

i have a strong HC that menelaus loves birds. is just a bird dude. i like to think cly indulges him. she has strong maternal energy to like to just indulge menelaus' quirks and stuff is something she is happy to do. does she understand anything he's saying? probably not.

cly has a strong 'teacher' personality and menelaus likes to learn. (there is an element of aga that is like 'i know everything already') so considering she is a princess and well educated for the time, i think she teaches menelaus stuff. or at the very least, talks about stuff he doesn't know and he absorbs it.

in the same vein, perhaps she taught him to read or write a little.

clytemnestra finds menelaus very endearing. he's a little too ...... soft for her own personal tastes, but she can see the appeal of him to a potential wife. she notices that he is kinder and quieter and more gentle than most of the men around him.

similarly, cly kind of intimidates menelaus. she has aerope energy and i feel he can see that. he's not scared of her and he doesn't begrudge her having a voice or influence as a woman. she's just very mature and serious (in comparison to helen, at least) and whilst that's not what he wants in a wife, he can see why she's so alluring. she's incredible and very pretty!

menelaus creeps around clytemnestra after helen leaves. he clearly blames himself. and he feels like cly will hate him. for either not loving her sister enough or y'know is she in danger going to troy?! ... but cly doesn't. she's worried, ofc. but she knows menelaus' past and he always struck her as a man to try. when menelaus goes to mycenea to tell aga what's happened, he stays there for a time and she comforts him. eases him. they spend time together and talk.

when menelaus goes to troy he leaves hermione at mycenea. and i feel he does that cause he's seen what a great mother cly is (this is pre-iphi remember) and he trusts her wholeheartedly with his baby. his miracle lil girl. thats huge praise. and i feel like cly is really touched by that.

he's sad when he heard whats happened between cly and his brother. it's an awful situation all round for him and i think he just feels heartbreak. he still blames himself for troy and this all stems from that and he's lost two people that matter to him and i feel he's lost for a while. but i don't think his grief is SOLELY for aga. he even tells orestes that he wanted to come back from egypt and embrace aga AND his wife.

menelaus cares about cly. a lot. because his brother does and off her own merit.

[channiebelly]

hello so i have a request please, if you’d be willing to write so joshua gets homesick and misses american food, and the member of your choice sees this and so starts cooking american foods for him all the time causing him to gain weight from the sudden influx of greasy and fattening foods 😌 ok thank you!! welcome to our lil community!

oooh this is such a good one!!! can't believe i just wrote over 2k words in one sitting. i hope you like it :D

warning: stuffing, weight gain kink.

ship: joshua/chan

word count: 2.1k

Joshua has been sad lately; it's been very obvious.

He's been staying inside a lot more, and he just has a dejected air around him, not the overall cheerful vibe he's usually known for.

"Joshua, is everything okay?" Chan asks after visiting his apartment one day. Joshua is dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie and his hair doesn't look like it's been brushed in days.

"I'm fine," he says.

"No, you're not," Chan replied. "You're always there for me, so let me be there for you for once. Please tell me what's wrong." Chan takes Joshua's hand in his and pats it, trying to be comforting.

"I miss America. I miss my friends and my mom and speaking English and the food."

"Oh, Josh," Chan says and he pulls Joshua in for a hug. Joshua goes lax against him and hugs him back tightly. Chan can feel how sad he is just from that. "Let's hang out tonight."

-

The next day, Chan hatches a plan. He can't bring Joshua's friends or family to Seoul, and his English is terrible, but he can do something about the food.

Chan isn't a great cook, but he's okay. He spends all day watching videos on how to create the perfect American burger and then he takes himself off to the supermarket.

"Back again?" Joshua says when he opens the front door of his apartment. He's wearing the same clothes as yesterday and his hair is even messier.

"I'm going to make you dinner," Chan says, lifting up the shopping bag he's carrying.

"You don't have to do that," Joshua says. "I can cook for myself."

"I want to," Chan says. "Just relax."

Joshua smiles and lets him in.

Cooking goes a lot better than Chan expected. The videos he watched were very helpful and he manages to make an amazing burger, if he does say so himself. It's very large, because he knows that American portions are massive and he uses tons of sauce. He pairs it with a similarly large glass of pepsi (with a straw for the restaurant effect). He wanted to add fries too but he doesn't own a deep fryer so they would never taste authentic.

He puts it on the dining table and calls Joshua over.

"Wow, Chan, this looks amazing," Joshua says, looking genuinely awed.

"I know it's big, so don't worry if you don't finish it," Chan says.

"It's perfect," Joshua sits down. "Are you going to have any?"

"Ah, I have dance practice tomorrow so I can't eat anything too heavy. I brought a salad over."

"Fair enough," Joshua says and then he starts eating.

They keep up a steady conversation through dinner and soon Joshua has finished the burger and the drink.

"Wow, hyung. I didn't know you could eat that much!"

"It's my American training." Then, to Chan's surprise, Joshua leans back in his chair and starts rubbing his belly. His hoodie is oversized, so it is only now that Chan can see full Joshua's belly is. It's distended and has formed a small dome, replacing Joshua's usually flat stomach. Joshua groans as he does so.

"I brought dessert too, but we don't have to eat it if you're full." Chan had initially brought the icecream and toppings for Joshua to eat another night, but suddenly he's curious about how much Joshua can pack into his stomach.

"Maybe in a little bit, I need to digest this first." Joshua groans as he gets to his feet. "I forgot what it's like to feel this full. Why don't we watch some TV in the meantime."

They sit on the couch and Chan cuddles into Joshua's side.

An hour or so later, Chan thinks that Joshua has forgotten all about the dessert, but he hasn't.

"Is that dessert still on the table?" he asks.

"Definitely. Let me go get you a bowl," Chan says.

"Thank you Channie."

Chan goes into the kitchen and finds a big bowl. He'd found a picture of an American ice cream sundae online and he was determined to recreate it. He adds three big scoops of ice cream, covers it in a thick layer of chocolate sauce and then adds crushed nuts and sprinkles before topping it off with a cherry.

When he takes it out to Joshua, his eyes widen.

"Wow, Chan. That looks incredible. Thank you."

He takes it out of Chan's hands and immediately startes to eat it.

It's gone before Chan can blink. Wow. It was massive, Chan was not expecting that.

Joshua leans backwards on the couch and starts rubbing his belly again. Chan stares. He kind of wants to touch, but he doesn't want to cross a line.

At the end of the episode, Chan gets up to go home.

"Thank you so much, this was so nice of you. I feel a lot better now," Joshua says. Chan wants to be able to respond properly, but all he can think about is how he can see Joshua's full stomach through the hoodie now. It's only small, and you wouldn't know to look for it if you hadn't seen how much Joshua had eaten, but it's definitely there, pushing the fabric of the hoodie out.

"Anytime, hyung," Chan says. And he flees.

-

It becomes a common occurance. Chan comes over two or three nights a week to cook for Joshua and then just hang out.

He tries lots of different American foods, different styles of burgers, pizzas and even pushes himself to make harder things like ribs. He buys a deep fryer at some point so that Joshua can have the proper side dish of fries with every meal. Chan knows how important side dishes are.

Chan even starts adding more elaborate desserts that he'll bake at home before going over, things like cakes and pies. He's becoming a very good chef.

Everytime, no matter how big the meal is, Joshua finishes it. It's honestly amazing. Chan has to stop himself from sitting and just staring while Joshua eats. And then Chan is treated to the sight of Joshua rubbing his full belly with no shame. Chan can see just how big Joshua's belly is able to stretch and how little it moves when Joshua pushes his fingers in to try and relieve some pressure, showing just how full he is. And Chan might be going crazy, but he thinks that Joshua's stomach is getting bigger, but it's hard to tell when Joshua always wears baggy clothes.

Joshua moves slower when he's full, and he sits down on the couch slowly, as though he's afraid of jostling his stomach too much.

One night, after Joshua somehow manages to eat a full pie, Chan offers to rub his belly for him. Joshua agrees, and then for the first time Chan has his hands on his belly.

He's surprised just by how full he is. Chan doesn't apply too much pressure, but he can tell that there's almost no give to Joshua's stomach. It's also bigger than he thought. Now that he's able to map it out with his own hands he's surprised by it's width and just how far it bulges out.

-

After a few months of doing this, Chan shows up to Joshua's house again, this time with a heavy chocolate cake he was especially proud of, as well as a plan to make barbacue wings.

Joshua is wearing the same hoodie he wore the first night Chan came over. Except this time, Chan can see Joshua's stomach pressing against it before he's even started eating. And this time it's not subtle. Anyone who saw Joshua would be able to tell he had a belly under there. How did he not notice how big Joshua was getting?

Chan feels a rush flood through his body. He did that to Joshua? He's been feeding Joshua so well that he's developed a permanent belly that anyone can see? He wonders if Joshua's noticed. He doesn't seem to embarrassed about it.

Chan goes to the kitchen and begins to unpack. Joshua usually hangs out there while Chan cooks, just chatting. He stopped asking if he could help after being refused a couple of times, and now he just accepts being pampered.

"Hold on. I'm going to go change into a t-shirt," Joshua says.

Chan is surprised. Joshua runs cold; he's almost always wearing a sweater.

When Joshua comes back wearing a white t-shirt, Chan is treated to a view of just how much Joshua's body has changed. His arms are bigger, almost filling out the tshirt, and his belly is pushing against the t-shirt so much that Chan can see exactly where his belly button is. The waistband of his sweatpants is stretched out almost as far as it can go, and the drawstring is just dangling. There's no need to tie it when Joshua's tummy is keeping them held up.

Chan doesn't notice that he's staring.

Joshua laughs awkwardly. "This?" he says, placing a hand on the underside of his belly and jiggling it slightly. "You've been feeding me well. And I've been hungrier recently, I think."

"You look good, hyung." He does look good. The weight suits him well, and he's been smiling more. Chan is happy that he can do this for him.

Joshua blushes, a response that Chan never thought he would get from him. "Thank you." Then he takes his seat and Chan goes back to cooking.

Joshua finishes all the wings and fries easily, as well as two massive glasses of pepsi. This is no longer a surprise to Chan. But this time he asks for dessert straight away, while they're still at the table.

Chan brings the cake out and Joshua fawns over it, telling Chan what a good job he did. Chan cuts him a big slice, which Joshua finishes, so Chan cuts him another one.

And then he's done. He leans back in the chair and does his usual routine of rubbing his belly, except this time, Chan can see exactly how full he is and how big his stomach is. It looks heavy and packed full, and when Joshua gives an experimental jiggle, it barely moves. The jiggling causes the tshirt to ride up a little, and Chan is treated to a flash of the smooth, taut skin of Joshua's underbelly. He even thinks he spots a stretchmark.

They move to sit on the couch, and Chan rubs Joshua's belly. He doesn't even have to ask anymore if Joshua wants it. Now, Josua just accepts it.

After a few episodes of the show they're watching, Joshua speaks up.

"Is there any more cake?" Joshua asks.

Chan is in shock. He's hands are currently on Joshua's belly, he can feel how little room he has.

"Of course," Chan says and he gets up to grab Joshua a slice.

Joshua eats it quickly and then asks for another one, and then another. By the time he's done, only a quarter of the cake is left.

Chan has never felt Joshua more full, and he's breathing shallowly.

"Sorry, that cake is just so good," he says. Chan keeps rubbing big, soothing circles into his belly, feeling the slight gurgles of his stomach.

"I'm happy you enjoyed it," Chan asks. "You can save the last piece for tomorrow."

When it's time for Chan to go home, Joshua is still groaning from fullness. Chan tells him that he can stay on the couch, but Joshua insists on walking him to the door. Chan watches as Joshua struggles to his feet, taking a couple of tries, and then as he keeps rubbing his stomach as they walk to the door.

"Good night Chan," Joshua says.

"Good night Josh." And then Chan gives Joshua's stomach a pat. "Good night Mr Belly."

"You brat," Joshua says. They're both laughing.

As Chan walks home, he wonders how big he can get Joshua. He doesn't think he's outgrown any of his clothes yet. Maybe that can be Chan's goal. His private goal, Joshua doesn't have to know.

The next morning, Joshua sends Chan a picture of him eating the cake.

Thanks for breakfast!

Oh, this will be easy.

[bg3fandomcritical-active]

The amount of puritanical narratives coming out of discourse is really frightening from a "what will fandoms look like in the future" sort of way. Since when is fandom about gatekeeping, bullying, and not leaving a space that involves a conversation you don't agree with? Where are we headed if people can't enjoy certain content without others making them feel guilty for it?

It worries me that people spend so much time hating what others enjoy and psychoanalysing situations/others for a *video game*. I've been around fandom for decades and never seen it so bad.. there is so much queerphobic, cishet, patriarchal nonsense coming out of this too, I really don't understand?

Fandom has always had its separate corners where people go to discuss rarepairs / unpopular opinions to find others who cared similarly, but I can't read anything around most BG3 tags without people shitting on each other or because their opinions don't perfectly align with their own. It gets depressing af being on popular fan artists pages seeing it too, when did this get normalised?

There is so much being misinterpreted about the game in general too.. a game that is literally about the narrative you've personally curated and what you've created to the story you wanted.. which means it will never match what someone else has taken from it.. 'are we playing the same game' arguments baffle me because no matter what, we all have our own narratives, and things might be canon and some things are hc, but let people enjoy what they want and what they've taken from a situation/story?

Also.. of the people who sit and say AA behaviours are abusive (which again, is narrative based - even endgame reunion content is literally what you choose about the conversation) - if it is consensual to the situation, if the player has decided it's done the route of it being like a d&d vampire bride (canon or not, open to interpretation), if the Tav/Durge agrees to the situation and that's how the player has decided it - leave them alone? It's none of your business? I feel like every conversation is one foot away from being kink-shaming and I'm seriously confused. I would've never sit shitting on a character I didn't like for months on end, and I don't enjoy AA to begin with - but I wouldn't be out trying to piss on AA stans either.

Are we headed towards a culture of content and media that's strictly about morally good decisions and expecting content to only have morally positive circumstances and tell us that life is meant to reflect that to a T? I'd be bored af with games / movies / etc if that's where we're headed cause jfc, what's the point? For me it's about escapism and seeing how even morally grey situations/decisions have merit and sometimes that means siding with some dark shit because it's just interesting to see the dynamic, not because I'm going to walk outside and do the same shit - if I have to sit and play games that are only about puritanical narratives I'm going to throw up.

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[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Thank you for everything you do! I appreciate it so much! That said, is there any chance I could request the detective agency from Kemono Jihen reacting to the reader being a wolf kemono? The reader's likely an immigrant due to there being no wolves in Japan. Thank you again!

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I hope this is of your liking please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: I made reader be.... just there? I don't really know how to write immigrant stuff? i hope that is ok! But i guess you can have a wolf in japan if one of your parents is immigrant? anyway!

Tsuki's note 2: I made reader an adult, just because... i kinda want to adopt the kids? so yeah...

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You joined the agency quite early on.

At first, you helped Inugami here and there. then Mihai came around and you got a little worried about your tanuki friend dealing with such ... a sneaky vampire.

So you slowly and unofficially became a detective too.

Inugami made it official after he realized you were spending more time in the agency than anywhere else.

You actually thought it was quite sweet of him to shelter kemono kids here and there.

Whenever a new kiddo was staying around, you would rush to get something for them to get comfortable.

You were excited to have a new member! Though you were told you were being too... Clingy - you wanted to keep them safe!

Well, this complaint escalated a bit when Shiki came around - he did not enjoy how you were always around him. Sure, you wanted to protect him, but... a bit too much?

He had told you that you looked like a golden retriever - not too far from the truth hm?

With Akira was the opposite reaction. The boy LOVED how you always watched over him and helped him out. The thing he loved the most was hugging you.

With Kabane things were... interesting? At first you thought he did not like too much contact like Shiki, but... he actually didn't care.

He didn't understand most of the things you did.

The children took a long time to figure out you were a wolf kemono - You only turned into one when and if it was really required or to watch over the kids as a "big dog". Just like Inugami did as a Tanuki.

Despite your friendliness with the kids, they soon realized you were more reserved around strangers or acquaitances.

When they first saw you as kemono ( without knowing you were you) you heard quite a few discussions between them - Akira and Kabane thought you were a big dog, a Husky or a German Shepherd maybe? But Shiki said you looked more feral.

You could watch them debate that all day long.

That being said, when they found out about you, their reactions were all over the place:

Akira thought it made sense, because wolves are like dogs. So of course you were friendly and cuddly!

Shiki thought Wolves were more reserved so you were out of the curve.

Kabane didn't had much of a thought, just that your tail was similar to Kon's.

Kon took you as a rival Kemono - as foxes are cousins to wolves.

You thought it was adorable how Kon tried time and time again to fight you, a mock fight, of course.

Once they saw you actually fight, they realized you were not just some fluffy wolf: You were fast, strong and very good at tracking.

This made Kon lowkey up to you - since you were "cousins" she figured she could learn somethings from you. You moved similarly!

They also came to realized you were friendly and cuddly with them because they were important to you- you saw them as your puppies.

With outsiders of your circle you were a lot more distant and quite brutal in a fight.

You also took the meaning of home quite seriously - it must be protected, no matter what!

Despite their different reactions, they all loved cuddling with you on your kemono form, even Shiki - it was fluffy and warm!

Sometimes even Mihai and Inugami would pat you a bit.

It was not uncommon to see you carrying Kon by neck - as if she was an infant.

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Thank you for reading!