#i rarely get one but sometimes there are good ones at antique stores that are not too expensive

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ your love is like a drug (but it isn't enough) ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anon ˚₊ ⊹

ft. the salesman (+ kang dae-ho) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ being a mere “sugar baby” was never enough to begin with, not when he wanted to possess you entirely┊2.3k words

contains: yandere salesman!! obsessive/possessive behaviors, drugging, kidnapping/abduction, legal age gap (reader is early 20s, salesman is mid 40s), jealousy, mentioned smut, handcuffs (not kinky)

➤ author's note: sorry for the lack of posts!! this isn't very good and is pretty rushed, but it's something, i hope to post more soon!!

the arrangement between the two of you is simple. you needed funds to pay off college tuition, he wanted companionship from a pretty thing like you and was willing to give you anything money could buy for it. there wasn’t much else to it, or so you thought at first.

you were hesitant at first when he came to you with his proposal, as expected. most people only joke about being a sugar baby and never anticipate actually doing it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you were living in a cramped apartment with two roommates, working a job at the local bakery where he met you, and a full-time student trying so hard to get her degree. stressed and overworked seemed too weak to describe your situation, and you needed a reprieve even if the most convenient solution was rather taboo to most people. although, most people wouldn’t turn down a golden opportunity like the one he was offering you. you could have anything your heart desired as long as it had a price tag: jewelry, luxury clothing items, foreign cars, merchandise from your favorite media, and whatever else you could think of. there seemed to be no limits to his wealth, and all you had to do was spend time with him whenever he called for you.

sometimes he would take you on shopping trips to help you navigate the opulent malls and pick out what he thought looked best on you, often talking to the store assistants the entire time to help dress you up. it left you feeling like an antique doll with how they put you in extravagant dresses, treated you delicately like porcelain, and ignored you for the most part as if you didn’t have sentience or an opinion about what you liked. it didn’t really matter if you liked the blue dress more than the red one or if you thought the material was itchy, he was the one paying and you often stayed silent because of that. 

sometimes he would take you out for dinner in fancy restaurants whose names you couldn’t pronounce properly and wine that cost more than what your monthly rent used to. he would frown each time you instinctively pick the cheapest item on the menu, but you never pick the most expensive one out of good conscience, so you settle for somewhere in the middle. occasionally he would run into someone he knew, another bigwig businessman you presume, and while he’s polite, his smile doesn’t reach his eyes and you can tell he’s annoyed that his time with you has been interrupted. you’re not sure why though, you don’t think your company is anything worth noting. 

once he took you on vacation to a tropical foreign country after hearing you complain once about the winters in korea. first-class tickets, of course. no matter how hot it became, you only ever saw him in a suit in tie, never seeming to break a sweat or having a hair out of place. now that you think of it, you’ve ever seen him in formalwear, completely nude, or in a towel after the fact. the air of formality never leaves him, even in your most vulnerable moments together.

truthfully, he’s strange, not just because of his choice of dress. even if he’s older, you’re curious as to why he isn’t married when he’s tall, handsome, rich, and well-educated. you also wonder about his past since he rarely ever talks about himself, much preferring to hear you talk about your day or whatever was weighing on your mind instead. most of all though, you want to know why he chose you of all people when you’re nothing special and think of yourself to be average in all aspects.

oh, and did you mention that you didn’t know his name? you always called him ‘sir,’ asking about it a few times just for him to tell you it wasn’t important, not seeming to mind the nickname. if anything, he seemed to like the reminder of the power he had over you.

still, you didn’t push anything. you didn’t feel like you had a right to when he was basically financing your entire life at the moment. besides, you were just grateful your sugar daddy was a good-looking businessman who didn’t force affection on you when you didn’t want it rather than some slimy old man. there wasn’t much to complain about other than his excessively mysterious nature, so you continued to say nothing and just smiled as you always have.

you were so fucking stupid, not blind to the warning signs but choosing to ignore them. learning the answers to all your questions came at a heavy cost. if only you had known then what his true nature was like, just how twisted his mind and feelings were, you would have run far and never looked back. although, knowing his insanity, he probably would walked through hell to track you down and bring you back to his arms.

it all started to fall apart with a guy you met at a local cafe, running into him when you turned a corner and knocked over the boxes he was carrying. while rushing to help him out, you thought he looked familiar and asked about it, quickly finding out that he was the younger brother of an old coworker whom you were close with. he seemed to brighten up like a lightbulb went off in his head, immediately knowing who you were saying that his sister mentioned you a lot. you were embarrassed yet curious to know what was discussed, which led to a lengthy conversation over coffee and cake once his shift was over that ended with you giving him his number. 

it was history from there. although the two of you were only friends at the current, there was an undeniable undertone of romance behind every word, touch, and interaction. you couldn’t help it, not when he was naturally so sweet, attentive, and most importantly, emotionally available while also treating you like an equal. you know you shouldn’t yearn for that when an imbalance of power was standard for your “unique” relationship with the other older man in your life, but it made you feel so seen and human instead of a little glorified pet. dae-ho may not have much money, but he made you so happy in a way you’ve never felt before. it felt so right to be with him, two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

was it really so bad to “cheat” on your sugar daddy? it’s not like there was a contract involved that was binding you to him, it was only an exchange of your time and affection for his money. there was never a conversation about seeing other people, so as far as you were concerned, there wasn’t any real reason why you couldn’t flirt a little with dae-ho, but you still tried your best to keep him as a little secret and was careful never to bring it up to him. he seemed to be extremely busy with work at the moment anyways, you haven’t been seeing him for days at a time with the only notice from him being a couple million of won each morning for you to treat yourself while he’s gone. you often found yourself calling up your new friend and spending the money with him instead.

it was a simple business relationship with benefits, that’s what you told yourself because that was all it was to you. you didn’t love that man and you didn’t think he loved you, you loved his money and he loved your pretty face.

truthfully, his adoration for you was deeper than skin and ran to the bone, more intense than the burning rays of the sun. 

one second, you were having dinner with him during one of this few free night during this busy time, smiling and chatting about whatever all dolled up in a pretty purple silk dress and amethyst jewelry, the next, you woke up groggy atop a large king-sized bed with a cold metal handcuff wrapped around your wrist fastening you to the post. you blinked a few times slowly, trying to get your vision to focus as you unsuccessfully tried to tug yourself free. the room was unrecognizable to you, but it was clearly that of a home and not a hotel. the curtains were drawn shut and too far away for them to pull them apart, but even if you weren’t bound, you didn’t have it in you to move an inch. it was as if all the energy in you was zapped and replaced with a banging headache. you groaned softly at the dull pain, barely able to hear the door creak open followed by footsteps.

there was no need for an introduction nor a need for you to crane your head in the direction of the sound, you recognized him by his overwhelming presence alone and could read the stupid smirk on his face as if he’d won some sort of game you didn’t even know you were playing to begin with. all of the warning signs were blaring danger in your head, rather than ignoring it like you usually did, this time you were too weak to run away when it mattered most.

“ah, darling, you’re already awake? i thought the drug would have lasted a bit longer, but i can see that you’re resilient, as always. did you really think i wouldn’t notice that there was a new man in your life?”

“what… what the fuck are you talking about…?”

he stood next to you, making you feel so small compared to his towering height like a cornered mouse at the mercy of a cat, “i’m talking about that ex-marine, kang dae-ho.”

“... how did you..?”

“you aren’t very subtle, my dear. again, did you really think i didn’t know about it?” taking a step closer, he sat next to you on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight, and gently stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “i must say, i’m rather displeased, but not surprised. that’s what happens when i don’t keep my eye on the prize at all times. thankfully, he won’t be bothering you anymore, i took care of him as i do with everything…”

“w-what… what did you do to him?!” your voice was finally raised above a whisper as you shot up from your spot, only to cringe in pain at the splitting sensation in your mind and lay back down, exhausted at the sudden exertion. 

he pouted at you childishly like he was disappointed you assumed he hurt him, or maybe he was disappointed you only now found the strength to panic when that boy’s safety was being compromised. “i didn’t do anything.” he was acting offended at the accusation like it wasn’t completely warranted after he drugged you and abducted you to god knows where. “i just played ddajki with him— maybe slapped him around a bit— nothing permanent. all that matters is that he’s out of the picture and you’re in my arms again, as it was always meant to be. do you have any idea how hurt i was to see you in the company of that boy? do you really think he could provide for you like i can? honestly, it hurt me so much to see you leaning on him like you’re a couple, especially at that movie theater— are our dates not enough?”

“you crazy ass motherfucker— so you were stalking me this entire time?!” you felt so pitiful and useless, wanting to curl up into a ball and wail about your predicament. he would get a pick out of seeing you suffer, you’re sure, so you tried your best to blink back the tears. “so you’ve been sick in the head this entire time? is that why you’re still single at your age? guess money and a handsome face isn’t enough when you’re a fucking psychopath!”

if it was anyone else on this earth, he would have slapped them so hard their face would swell and they could taste blood in their mouth for the disrespect, but since it was you, he was willing to brush it off as bratty behavior like a baby kitten biting at his fingers. 

“why did it have to be me?” you voice cracked, “you could have anyone you want: models, actresses, daughters of billionaires— why do you want some stupid college student who barely knows what she’s doing with her life?”

he didn’t answer you, choosing to remain silent rather than tell the truth or a lie. there’s nothing to say if he doesn’t even know the answer himself. “just get some rest, my love, i’ll be back with food in an hour.” 

and with that he left, ignoring you trying to kick and scream for your freedom. he didn’t know why he had grown so fond of you where he felt it was necessary to drug and kidnap you, but it would have ended up this way regardless of whether or not he first approached you with his proposition. if he didn’t approach you, he would have been stalking you from the shadows until he couldn’t take it anymore. he was never a patient man, but he was never someone who formed such intense attachments either. 

you were different from anyone he’s ever encountered before, even if neither of you knew the reason why. your company and affection was like a drug that gave him a high he’s never experienced before, like he was struck in the heart with cupid’s arrow and filled with ecstasy with every thought, but it wasn’t enough. it would never be enough with the way things were going, but now that he’s keeping you locked away like a beautiful butterfly in a silver cage for his eyes only, he feels the edge being taken off knowing that you were where you belonged and kang dae-ho was waking up on a mysterious island. love is really something special, isn’t it?

request from anon

sugar baby reader x the salesman but lowkey (or highkey LMAO) YANDERE DARK pretty pleaaasee 

[lale-txt]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟑: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

♫ Soko - See You in the Dark

Pull you closer just to feel you breathing, try to memorize the lines // Of your skin and your heart beating, two fragile lives collide // Wanna see you in the darkness when I close my eyes

word count: 2.2k

✰ 𝐜𝐰: brief mention of non-sexual nudity (bathing together)

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Kuroo learned to love the rain. It reminded him of the day he met her. 

Now, on this night a few months later, it is pouring again. The weather bureau urged everyone to stay home if they could to avoid getting caught in the monsoon, therefore the antique shop didn’t open its heavy wooden doors and Kuroo’s job at the delivery service called everything off for today as well. It was a blessing in disguise because it meant a rare day off for both of them around the same time. It’s not as if they’re not spending every free minute they got together, but there was something special about having a day off all responsibilities. 

They didn’t get up until noon, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain and Jiji’s soft purrs at their feet (after he woke Kuroo at 5AM for a can of wet food–an unfortunate habit he established with the cat), sharing kisses and secrets in her canopy bed. It was rare for them to sleep alone these days, most of the time they did so only when one of them got sick, and even then they’d often prioritize comfort and shared warmth over not catching the other’s bug. They’ve become inseparable over time and lately Kuroo found himself struggling to remember what his life was like before her. He takes it as a good sign. 

While Kuroo’s apartment was somewhat neat and tidy, paired with the struggle to fill up all the empty space and the high ceilings, hers seemed like an extension of the antique store below them. It’s lived in, an almost sacred space to be invited into. There’s bookshelves up to the ceiling, stacked with heavy and old art books and poetry in languages he doesn’t know, dried flowers in vases and hanging from the walls, a story attached to each. The wooden floor has uneven colors from ornamental carpets that barely get moved around, the sun and time working together to create unique patterns. Withered lines adorn the door frame from a time when her grandmother inhabited this space and carved a mark every time her granddaughter grew an inch or two.

It’s as if he’s discovering a new secret in every corner, like turning a page in his favorite book. 

Jiji rubs against Kuroo’s legs when they’re in the kitchen together, meowing up at him till he puts him on his shoulders while he stirs the pot on the stove. The cat seems to enjoy the view from so high above and Kuroo gets to bask in her soft laughter every time she sees them like this. 

“This cat is manipulating you to no end and you let him,” she huffs with a smile and looks back down at the broken fragments of a plate in front of her on the old kitchen table. Some parts of them are already glued back together, the former cracks now filled and held together by gold. Kuroo never gets tired of watching her work, of fixing things others would’ve thrown out by now. Not her though. Never her. Her hands hold all the patience of the world, tending to the shards as she pours love back into them.

Sometimes Kuroo catches himself thinking that maybe–maybe that’s exactly what she did to him, too. 

The faint rumble of a thunder in the distance causes both of them to look out of the kitchen window. It is only early evening but the sky is pitch black, the storm and rain picking up and rattling against the old windows. Spooked out by the sounds of it, Jiji leaps down from Kuroo’s shoulders and retreats to the safety of his cave underneath the bed, eager to sit this one out. She seems calm though, which rubs off on Kuroo as well. He places a steaming bowl on an empty spot on the table close to her before pulling out a chair for himself, watching how she puts her work aside to pick up the spoon. She pauses as a thought crosses her mind, a small frown on her face.

“Did we remember to bring the laundry inside this time?”, she asks, already halfway up to check. Kuroo reaches for her wrist and gently pulls her back, urging her to sit. He smiles gently, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. 

“Already did that earlier when you were absorbed in puzzling the pieces together,” he reassures her. The heavy laundry basket sits on the stairs connecting their apartments. Kuroo vividly remembers the last time it was pouring and they both ran outside to grab the clothes from the line in the backyard, already too late and getting soaked just as much in return. They sat an hour in his clawfoot bathtub together afterwards, trying to warm up again so they wouldn’t catch a cold. Her laughter was still ringing in his ears when she leaned back against his chest, nestled between his legs with her eyes closed as the hot water engulfed them, his hand splayed across her stomach. He remembers thinking that this might be the closest he ever got to heaven.

The storm outside picks up by the time they’re finished with dinner and the dirty dishes are left to soak in the sink for later. They find themselves huddled together in bed again. All the attempts of coaxing Jiji out from underneath it failed, but he seemed content with knowing they were closeby. He’d get his fair share of cuddles and treats once this passes. 

“You still have gold dust on you,” Kuroo points out and brings one of her hands to his lips, kissing the shimmery fingertips gently. 

“No way,” she protests with a small laugh, her expression softening underneath his caress. She rolls over to her side, head resting against his chest. His heartbeat picks up slightly. “I washed my hands a dozen times.”

“Then I guess you’re just that golden,” he retorts, his arm wrapping around her form and pulling her closer, wanting to feel more of her. He could never get enough of having her like this, her body heat seeping into him, their legs tangled together underneath the covers. 

Another crashing thunder drowns out her reply, and then with one last flicker all light in the apartment dies down. The power went out. This was to be expected. Both of them are quiet for a few seconds before Kuroo presses a kiss to her crown, mumbling “want me to check that for you?” against her hair. Always in fix-it mode, like muscle memory to him.

She shakes her head and only inches closer to him, her hand slipping under the hem of his shirt to feel his warm skin. Kuroo lets out a quiet hum in return.

“No use in plugging the power back just now,” she mumbles and for a brief second the bedroom is illuminated from the lightning outside. “We’ll let the storm pass first. Plus, I don’t want to let you get up and go right now. Stay with me.”

Her last words seem to be laced with something else; a silent question and pleading. The unspoken desire to let the world spin without them for a while, enjoying these dead hours of the day when it can be just the two of them in perfect unison.

Kuroo tips her chin up with one finger. In the dark he can barely make out the silhouette of her but it doesn’t matter, he has memorized every inch of her with his fingertips alone a long time ago. He catches her lips with his, a gentle kiss exchanged between them, lasting for a few heartbeats.

“You don’t even have to ask”, he mutters against her lips, smiling when she steals another kiss from him. He lets her. She can have them all, all of him, his heart served on a silver platter if she wished for it. It baffles him sometimes, thinking how much of his life has gone by without getting to kiss her, until the sun, the moon and all of the stars set the waves in motion that lead to him finally meeting her. 

When he told her back then that it all felt like a dream, one he’s scared of waking up anytime soon, he meant it. Sometimes it felt too good to be true, the way his life turned upside down only a few months ago. It’s in these moments that she’ll cup his face, not letting go until she covers every inch of it in kisses, one reminder at a time that he, too, deserves nice things. Great things, even. And the most miraculous one was right here in his arms, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and mumbling the sweetest words against his skin while the world outside is coming down. 

Kuroo loves her. 

He hasn’t said it out loud yet, but he feels it with every fiber of his heart and soul. He loves her, more than anything or anyone before. Some days it feels a little too big, a little too overwhelming, quite literally taking his breath away, and then she’ll call out his name and slip her hand into his and it drowns out all these loud thoughts again. She grounds him. She gave home a new meaning. 

There’s this warmth about her that draws him to her like a moth to the flame–and he knows it’s not just him. The way she manages to bring people together in the shop never fails to amaze him, her quiet presence a lighthouse in the dark. He always laughs when she describes herself as some kind of hermit, spending hours alone as she sorts and catalogs whichever box of antiques washes up on her threshold that day. It’s almost as if she doesn’t recognize that she’s the center of this universe she built around herself; the bridge between the dead and the living. The one preserving love, till it’s ready to find a new pair of loving hands, cherishing these otherwise forgotten memories.

Then there’s her quirks, adding even more reasons to the endless list of why he fell in love with her. Whether it’s her grumpy expression whenever she has to do something on the computer (an ancient one in her back office which takes twenty minutes to boot up) or her habit of unprompted infodumping about a specific trinket that caught her attention–Kuroo loved all of it. It’s all part of her.

And while the big words still won’t fall from his lips just yet, he has his way of showing her, leaving no doubts that what he feels for her was true, unadulterated love. It’s in the sound of their shared laughter when she rides behind him on the bike, her arms wrapped around his middle and her face pressed against his broad back. It’s in the warm blanket thrown over her form after carrying her to bed when she fell asleep while reading on his couch. It’s in the kisses he trails down the side of her neck after she pushed a strawberry from the backyard between his lips.

He knows it’s only a matter of time till it feels right to put his feelings into actual words. It’s not like there’s a rush or expectations to do so. They do things in their own time, and right now there is not much to do except waiting for the storm to pass, till the sun brings a new dawn and they’ll pick themselves up again, hands intertwined. 

Kuroo presses a soft kiss to her temple, one hand in her hair, the other on her thigh, keeping her pressed close to him.

“Sleepy much?”, he mumbles with a quiet laugh, feeling her breathing getting more steady and her body melting more into him. It isn’t late yet and it's not that long ago since they crawled out of these sheets earlier, but he doesn’t mind. His girl deserves all the rest she craves. 

“You’re just so warm,” she mutters, her voice drowsy. Her fingertips draw small patterns against his collarbones. “Makes it hard not to doze off. Maybe I’m not so different from Jiji after all.”

This draws another laugh out of Kuroo. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, pulling the blanket up a bit higher to make sure she’s fully wrapped up in it. 

“I’m nothing but a fool for both of you, that’s for sure,” Kuroo agrees with a soft chuckle, his head sinking against hers. The sound of the heavy rain drowns out everything else–his greedy heart, the overthinking, the words on the tip of his tongue. He feels content, safe; like he belongs. Like coming home after being on the run for too long. 

“You know what they say about the fools,” she whispers back without lifting her head. Her fingertips dance across his chest now, until they find his stumbling heart against his ribcage. Her palm comes to rest right above it and in this moment Kuroo feels as if gold is poured in the cracks of his heart as well. Mending it, putting the pieces back together; not like something broken but something that’s worth being tended to with all the gentleness of the world.

“The fools, they’re the lovers and the lonely, knowing everything and nothing about love except that they’re full of it.”

a/n: i love writing Kuroo POV so much and i'm so excited to write the last two chapters to this

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I just needed to get this out but reader cuddling with wally from the alive au cause everyone else is busy but him and reader just needs some cuddles

Ah yes, I can honestly imagine that. Sometimes Wally feels like the only person that really understands the reader. He isn't as clueless on feelings or how things work in this world like the others. If anything he probably craves physical touch after having come to life.

(This takes place in the Alive AU)

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It was a rainy afternoon by the time Wally finished another painting, something you had helped him with by getting the supplies he needed, you truly are a kind host.

Perhaps, it was time that he gave you something in return for your kindness. His friends were also keen on this as well, though they all had different ideas of what to give you. Wally was sure of what he wanted as a gift however, it would take quite some time to make.

Wally stood from his stool to go wash his hands off in the bathroom. He stood there, letting the feeling of cool water glide over his cartoonish skin. It still felt odd to him really.

He has always been a puppet for as long as he could remember. Wally Darling, the star puppet of a now forgotten kids show. He was so so lonely before, watching the years go by and collecting dust on an empty shelf in that antique store. Wally wasn't that lonely puppet anymore though, he was something entirely new. His friends, previously existing as only fictional characters, weren't so fictional once you picked both him and the "dead" puppet characters up. It's like you had a magic in you to bring life into them. What a wonderful person you were.

"Hey Mr.Darling..." You poked your head into the bathroom to greet him. Wally only sighed, you didn't need to be so formal all the time.

"Please dear, you may call me Wally, we've known each other for a while now." A smile crept onto his face. "But...if you're so insistent on calling me that, I might as well call you Darling as well. You are a sweet little darling to me after all.~"

A towel was thrown into his face that Wally caught with ease, looking back to you to see a reddened face. He loved it when you were flustered.

"Wally! We're not even married!" You knew he wasn't as innocent as the others so you really had no issue with scolding him on that. "I...I was going to ask if you wanted anything special for brunch." You kept trying to fan your cheeks, a habit he took notice of when you got flustered.

"Hmm...Let's see." He hummed in thought "Would French Toast be alright?" Goodness, he'd love that right now. The way you added cinnamon-dipped apple slices to it always made him yearn for more.

"Alright, I'll get started on that now since it'll take a while." You gave him a soft smile before turning to head to the kitchen. Wally left to sit in the living room while he waited, deciding to read the newspaper with one leg crossed over the other. A thought popped up in his mind. When did you start smiling like that? It was more...loving, not like your usual smiles. Maybe he was just imagining things. He felt warmth creeping onto his cheeks, a new feeling he was not used to.

Wally made an audible sigh as he leaned further into the couch not taking notice of his grip tightening.

Some time passed by as he read, foot tapping against the floor to the rhythm of the radio in the background.

"Alrighty! Brunch is ready, but you should probably wait a bit, it's pretty hot right now." You set the food on the coffee table in front of the couch plopping down next to Wally leaving him startled. That was rare. You didn't mind Wally eating here sometimes since you knew he never makes a mess. Also because the dinner table was currently littered with Julie's and Eddie's arts and crafts.

"Ah, thank you darling..." He mumbled, taking notice of the now torn paper from having gripped it too tightly. You gave him a concerned look.

"Wally, are you okay?"

Leaning against you on the plush pillows he wrapped an arm over your shoulders, trapping you against his side. "I am now." His face was so close to yours...unlike last time though, you leaned into his body and softly took his head in your hands, guiding him to lay down in your lap face up.

You bent down to grab the food off the table, handing it to Wally for him to eat. He wouldn't grab the plate, keeping his arm around you, face nuzzled into your torso instead. "Would you be a dear and cut it for me please?" The smug grin that you were so used to seeing finally revealed itself. You were feeling a little playful today though, so you indulged him.

"Alright Mr.Pompadour, open wide." You teased, digging the fork into a cinnamon apple slice, holding it up to his mouth.

He stared at it for a second with a blush dusting his cheeks before slowly taking a bite, enjoying the delicious sensations on his tongue, a recent ability he gained now no longer needing to stare at food to eat it. Piece by piece you slowly fed him brunch, allowing Wally to lay in your lap the whole time.

You set the plate aside once he was finished. Wally still had those dreamy eyes and dusted red cheeks as he stared straight up at you.

"You know, you truly are the most."

On second thought, trying to write fanfiction while lacking enough sleep might not have been a good idea. There are so many spelling mistakes I had to fix in this and I'm not sure if I got them all. On the bright side I'm really getting the hang of writing more now.

[l-in-the-light]

Hey 😊, i also have some romantic Law questions: ❤️💋

How would Law confess?

How would a date with him look like?

Would he initiate first time sex?

Oh, more romantic relationship questions, lets go!

How would he confess? Probably something along those lines:

"Don't make me worry that much ffs"

"I don't like bread"

"Moon is pretty tonight" (whoever gets the reference is a chad)

"D. will bring the storm"

"If he loses, I will die with him"

"Thanks, you showed me something interesting"

"Don't shout, you idiot!"

What, you don't think those are suitable lines for confessing his feelings? But each of them carried such emotional weight, it was definitely heavier than a love confession! Anyway, my point is, he probably wouldn't do it directly. It would depend on the context of the situation and be very vague, but his feelings would get across. He might finally do the "I love you" when he's literally seconds from dying just to spare himself having to live on with all the drama and cheesiness afterwards. I beg you not the "thanks for loving me" line, I had enough heartbreak the first time. Or not, who knows :D Considering the confession is indirect, he wouldn't wait for the "right moment" or make any preperations for romantic mood or place. He's a natural like that. I'm so funny, I know.

A date with Trafalgar Law. Well, it depends who you are in that scenario. But overall I think he wouldn't call it a date, only in a hindsight, and just to mess with you, like "what else it could have been", meanwhile denying it every second when the date is actually happening. What a troll. But he would definitely spoil his significant other to no end. And I mean it when I say to no end. Let's assume you like Harry Potter, he would take you to Universal Studios Harry Potter theme park just so you both can drink butterbeer while walking around Diagon Alley set, even if he had to travel half a globe for it. Yes, just for a freaking date. That's the level of dedication we're talking about. His pampering knows no limits, you might actually at some point try to run away screaming. He wouldn't mind doing stuff that do not interest him in the slightest, as long as you're having fun, and he would make sure not to complain because he knows it's important for you.

He would know exactly what type of places, movies, food, presents etc. would make you happy without needing to ask you about it, because he's a good listener and is very observant. He actually likes to spoil people this way, but he would prefer for them not to know it comes from him. He might go as far as to tell you a blatant lie "Oh you dreamed of coming here? What a coincidence" while in reality he planned every minute of it. Don't expect a smile or a laugh though, if you get one smirk you might consider yourself lucky. Whispering sweet-nothings and other lovey-dovey talk is definitely out of question and it would make him actually cringe. You might sometimes hear a casual compliment though.

Occassionaly his partner might want to do something on the date that Law enjoys the most. I guess that means they're signing up for a "wandering aimlessly for days in the wild" date at that moment, good luck! He might not make you suffer through the tour of antique stores just so he can find some rare coins to collect (I do believe him to be considerate after all), but he might consider taking you with him to a Sora convention. It would be the highest honour. He will not cosplay though, he would be too embarrassed for that.

Law believes in equality so you're splitting bills half-half, no matter if you're a boy, a girl, or identify as something else. But when you run out of money he will protest, complain, and pay for you anyway, because he wants his partner to be happy. If you would lie that you don't have money just to be spoiled, he would pretend he doesn't know and would still "fall for it". Unless you're Luffy who never has any money or spends it in 5 seconds, then I guess Law is doomed to be penniless as the result of the date. He actually wouldn't mind and would accept his fate, but watch him wearing a sour face all the time.

He's surprisingly a traditional guy (his parents brought him up to be very decent), so don't expect a kiss before a third date lol. And even then he might just not do it anyway. If he's aroace like I tend to believe he is, good luck ever getting that kiss :D The date itself probably won't be very romantic, more like a friends going out, but is that really a bad thing? After all isn't the fact you both enjoy each other's company and wouldn't want to spend that time with anyone else enough to be happy?

Holding hands might happen from time to time, but only if you're in secluded place when no people are watching you. Considering touch is a big deal to him, that's the biggest intimacy you can expect out of any date with him.

Sometimes his reckless side might show up (or all the time, if you're freaking Luffy), and he would do some crazy shanenigans he would instantly regret, but after a while think back on and smile to himself about. But he only does those when provoked or dragged into someone's pace!

Would he initiate first-time sex? Definitely not! Again, if we go with my headcanon, he wouldn't even be interested much in sex in the first place. But let's assume he would be, he still would wait for the other person to initiate it, because again, his problematic relation to closeness and touch would definitely prevent him from asking for it, even if he would yearn for it badly. Especially the first time would be a big deal, because in his head he constantly expects people to reject him, even people close to him. Maybe by the third time he would try to show more reciprocation. Any form of intimacy definitely would mean a world to him simply because his partner isn't repulsed or rejecting him. Sadly it would prevent him from cuddles and constant contact, he would claim it's because he's not into that, but he would be just hiding his fears behind that lie. It would definitely take a lot of time and effort to get him any closer to opening up about it.

This was a cute question, thanks, I had fun answering it :) I hope you enjoyed reading it too!

[ciaossu-imagines]

kurokawa hana + third prompt (headcanon meme) — 2nd bullet point

Yay! I love excuses to write for Hana, because she’s such a great character who is often forgotten. It was really interesting to sit and think about this in regard to her and I hope you’ll enjoy my thoughts!

WHAT DO THEY TEND TO LOOK FOR IN THRIFT/ANTIQUE SHOPS?

Hana actually really does enjoy second-hand stores. She’s not so much into antiquing, though her mother drags her to antique shops more than she’d like. But second-hand shops? That’s always a blast for Hana, especially since her allowance doesn’t always stretch as far as she would like it to.

Hana has a lot of luck at thrift stores too. She’s patient and methodical when it comes to searching through them and it’s very rare that she doesn’t find some sort of hidden treasure.

While she doesn’t often search for her clothing there, as she likes to be up to date on the latest fashion trends (at least the ones that she thinks are cute), she’ll sometimes luck out and find something in style, like a cute top or dress. However, if she’s with her girlfriends, they have fun finding the weirdest clothes and having little fashion show moments with them, just to amuse themselves.

Mostly though, because her mother really rules the rest of the house with an iron fist when it comes to décor, and has even tried to push that into Hana’s room and failed miserably each time, she’s often looking for cute things for her room, which is the only real space she feels like she has that she can be completely herself in.

Hana also got into the habit of collecting and listening to vinyl music from an older cousin of hers, so she’s always got to check to see if she can find vinyl and if any of it is in good shape and from artists she thinks it might be interesting to try out, or ones she already likes.

Because books can be expensive, and again, her allowance only stretches so far, Hana also insists on checking to see if the shop is selling second-hand books. Those are always treasures and she’ll walk away from a shop happy if all she finds is a decent copy of a book that she hasn’t read but looks really interesting. She gets a lot of her terrible, vaguely erotic romance novels from there and sneaks them into the house, because her mother doesn’t allow her to read such things.

[littlecactiguy]

Aziraphale, Crowley, Herschel of Ostropol, Chanukah, and a story...

Sooo there's no way I can think of (and I have been thinking on this a lot) that this post isn't going to be a little bit awkward, but it's going to exist anyway.

A year ago, in 2022, I saw this post from 2021 by @anonymousdandelion on Aziraphale and Crowley meeting Herschel of Ostropol (protagonist of Herschel and the Hanukkah Goblins, a Jewish children's book, as well as a Jewish folkloric figure).

Then, a) being Jewish and Herschel and the Hanukkah Goblins being a fondly remembered book from my childhood, b) someone who enjoys Good Omens, c) also a fic writer and, d) the idea being adoptable, I started to write a story.

(and okay, it's taken me roughly a year to give it a solid shape (long story short that's less to do with the story itself and more to do with me figuring some things out about what and who I want to write for, but I digress), but the fic itself very much exists now.)

I planned to have the full Chapter 1 done in time for Chanukah this year. Due to life in general being pretty chaotic, that hasn't happened. Instead, under the read more is a preview (the first scene of chapter 1), because I still wanted to post some part of it for the holiday.

Some Fic Notes:

-This story is, arguably, two stories intertwined. One that takes place in the 'present day' (though before the Apocalypse, etc.), and one that takes place during the Herschel story.

-It will largely follow the perspective of and by driven by OCs. Though, Aziraphale and Crowley will have a strong presence and influence, it didn't feel like it was their story to tell.

-It is written with two base structural rules in mind;

Aziraphale and Crowley had a hand in the stories of Herschel of Ostropol being remembered. The original kernel this fic was built around and expanded from was answering the question of how that happens.

There can be absolutely no interference in Herschel's story happening in the synagogue (i.e. the narrative of the children's book cannot be altered). Though, that doesn't necessarily mean Herschel is prevented from appearing in the story ;)

Story Preview Beneath The Cut

Generally speaking, the old bookshop is almost always closed.

If one, however, is in ownership of a decent set of lock picks, they may find it otherwise.

For what it’s worth, Tziporah (Tzi to her close friends, Nora to most everyone else at school, and young lady to almost all adults—including her parents, Bubbie, aunties and uncles, and the odd, inconvenient passerby—all who’ve caught her getting into trouble), most of the time, does her best to not use her lock picks. It’s just…it’s…

It’s like this, alright?

Tzi was born into a family with a long, long, long tradition of bookbinding. The kind that historians sometimes visit to ask stuffy questions about. The kind that causes librarians to visit requesting restorations of aging tomes. The kind that means their home has a dedicated workshop full of fairly ancient machinery that no one outside of the family knows how to use. Of course, there are other bookbinders in the world who would certainly recognize and understand the functionality of the more modern pieces of equipment Tzi’s family has. They just won’t recognize all of what they use. Not the Family bits.

The point being, when you grow up in such a setting, you tend to learn certain things. The store names and locations of almost every bookshop dealing in antique or rare books fairly close by, for instance. Also, a lot of the owners become familiar faces (or have been since before Tzi could remember). As the future of the Family Tradition, it’s only natural that she should accompany whomever is doing the deliveries or house calls regularly.

Thus, when you have this knowledge and you can be an Extremely Trustworthy Child (sure, Tzi may cause trouble regularly, but some things (like books, it’s books) are far too precious not to be Extremely Careful about), you’re, more often than naught, allowed to explore such bookshops, and read to your heart’s content.

And if you’re Tzi and you’re allowed to come along on a visit to The Bookshop That You’re Family Rarely Does Business With Because Their Books Are Almost Always In Unexplainable, Impeccable Condition, you’re going to want to read something (and you inevitably will).

The problem of course becomes, if you happen to be Tzi, and your mother, or father or whomever finishes up the Official Business rather quickly, you don’t have enough time to finish whatever it is you’re reading. And it being The Bookshop That You’re Family Rarely Does Business With Because Their Books Are Almost Always In Unexplainable, Impeccable Condition, you know you probably won’t have the opportunity to come back. At least not on an official bookbinding-related visit. Not for a Long While.

First, you’ll try coming back during regular business hours, as you have for many a bookshop previously.

Except, this bookshop doesn’t seem to have regular business hours.

So, given the story you were reading has been buzzing around your head for days, you come up with an alternate method.

Tzi isn’t going to take anything of course! She’s going to be extremely careful. She just wants to finish the story.

No one will ever know she was even there!

Except the giant snake waiting for her on the other side of the door.

If Tzi didn’t regularly inhabit spaces full of delicate books in need of repair or the equally delicate tools used to repair them, she would have jumped. As it stands, she finagles the lock open, slips in through the door quietly, turns around to the face the bookshop proper, and and a yelp almost escapes her lips. The snake, black as ink and with scales bigger than Tzi’s thumb, regards her coolly with brilliant golden eyes. She stares back, hyperventilating at first, but as the seconds pass and nothing happens, her breathing evens out.

“You aren’t going to eat me, are you?” Tzi asks the snake.

The snake’s tongue flicks out and back. It doesn’t say anything, or stop gazing at her for that matter.

Tzi studies the snake with more scrutiny. “I don’t suppose you could. I mean, of course I know snakes can unhinge their jaws and all, but even if you did, you look like you aren’t big enough to fit more than my arm in your mouth, and then what would you do? You’d be stuck hanging off my shoulder.”

There’s a long beat where it seems they’re both considering this possibility (in truth, only Tzi is, in a ‘walking into school with a giant snake hanging off my arm would be really cool’ kind of way. The giant snake, for what it’s worth, is feeling mildly insulted by the implication that he’d try to eat her).

“Well,” Tzi finally says. “I did plan for this.”

Technically speaking, she only sort of planned for this. Tzi had been skeptical of the rumored sightings of a (pet?) snake in this particular bookshop when she first heard them. More so after she visited for the first time and no such snake could be located. Regardless, when One Is Determined To Finish The Book She Was Reading, One Has To Prepare For As Many Possibilities As Possible. So, Tzi had hardboiled a few eggs (because an article she read once said snakes like to eat eggs) and put them in a tupperware and put that tupperware in her bag before she left home an hour ago.

Tzi takes the egg tupperware out of her bag now and shows it to the snake. “Would you like one? They’re tastier than me, I promise.”

The snake turns its head slightly down to look at the eggs in their unassuming plastic container, and then turns back to gaze at Tzi again.

It’s at this moment that Tzi remembers the article she’d read had been about foxes, not snakes, and that she may have just insulted this particular snake (since snakes lay eggs, right? Tzi is fairly certain of that fact, but all snake facts she knows seem to have taken her seeking them as an impromptu game of Hide and Seek in her mind and they are hiding Very Well).

Tzi gulps (and briefly considers pretending one of the eggs is a stone and crushing it as a show of strength to intimidate the snake, but he can clearly see they’re eggs so that probably won’t work).

In the end, Tzi’s desire to just find the book she wants to read already, reinforced by the snake not doing much beyond staring at the eggs, wins out.

(For what it’s worth, when the snake in question has confronted intruders into the bookstore in the past, the intruders have usually taken more aggressive approaches to him. Eggs in a plastic container gifted by a girl who clearly isn’t going to run screaming at the sight of him is certainly New, and he’s not going to be given enough time to fully figure out how to respond).

Tzi places the egg tupperware down on the floor in front of the snake and snaps off the lid. “Sooo…” She draws the word out. “I’m going to go read.” She tentatively sidesteps away from the snake. When he doesn’t react, she goes to hurry off, stops herself, turns back, takes a deep breath, and “You’rewelcometojoinmeifyoulike!” tumbles from her mouth.

Without waiting for a response, Tzi darts through the chaotically organized bookshelves of the shop until she finds the one holding the book she’s after. Gingerly she plucks it off its shelf and, after memorizing its place so she can return it to exactly there, sets off for a comfortable place to sit and read.

All the while, the snake slithers after her.

After a couple minutes of fruitlessly trying to find a seat, the snake bumps its snout into Tzi’s shoulder and, when she looks at it, points her in the direction of a comfy-looking armchair that, hidden in the shadows as it is, previously escaped her notice.

Once settled, Tzi gently opens the book, finds the place she left off, and begins to read.

It’s well into the evening, after the traveler who called himself Herschel had gone up to the old synagogue, that two more visitors arrived in our small town…

[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, November 11th, 2024.

How many bedrooms does your home have? Three, but one of them is currently being used as a junk room.

What kind of phone do you have? A Samsung Galaxy something or another. I think I got it around 2016? It's a fossil.

Have you ever been assaulted? No.

What was the last thing that made you feel fortunate? Receiving another free hoodie from the animal shelter after today's mandatory meeting. The way my dad waits for me on the porch to greet me when I come home from work. Being able to talk to my dad about basically anything. And my sweet little Karenna kitty - she's always so happy to see me. She's currently wandering around on my desk and purring up a storm. I'm trying to get her to settle down on my lap.

Can you hear a lot of traffic noise from your house? Nothing intense. It's not like living by a busy freeway, but depending on the time of day, a vehicle passes by every few seconds or so.

Are there any good Thai restaurants where you live? There might be. I haven't been to a Thai restaurant in ages.

Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? Yeah.

What was the last red thing you ate? There were a couple of strawberries in the fruit mix I added to my oatmeal this morning.

Do you know anyone in a relationship with someone who’s old enough to be their parent? I don't. But on the subject of age gaps, the other day, a cashier asked my dad if I was his grandchild, and he said nope, that's my child. She gave us a weird look and he asked, do I really look that old? And I was like, hey wait a minute, maybe I look that young! And she said, you do… I didn't tell her my age, but other people have been very surprised to find out I'm actually 35.

Have you ever found something really interesting at an antique store? Just the usual interesting old stuff, but nothing really interesting. Then again, I don't have the eye for that sort of thing so…who knows. Maybe I was staring straight at a rare item and didn't even realize it.

What brand of laundry detergent do you use? I honestly don't pay attention.

Have you ever driven a Mini Cooper? No.

Who was your last voicemail from? Probably my therapist's office.

Do you have any Italian heritage? I don't.

Did your longest relationship make it past the 5 year mark? No.

What time do you usually eat dinner? On full workdays, sometime between 5:30-6:00pm. On half/off days, typically around 4:00pm. I know that's freakishly early for some people, but I also go to bed freakishly early, so…!

Would you ever want a career in the performing arts? No.

Do you know any narcissists? I don't think I've ever encountered a true clinical narcissist. People with narcissistic traits, sure, but that's it.

What has been your favorite job you’ve ever had? My current one. I know I'm technically a volunteer, but I'm also "basically staff." Pretty much the only thing I don't do compared to actual employees is…clock in…get a paycheck…lmao.

When was the last time you had a power outage from a storm? There was a partial power outage at the animal shelter during that one storm over the summer, but as for an outage at home, I'm not sure. We've had random ones not linked to the weather, though.

Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious? No.

Do you ever Skype/Facetime your friends and family? No.

What did you think of the last movie you saw in theaters? Loved it.

Did you ever set up a lemonade stand when you were a kid? Yeah.

When was the last time you spoke to someone in a different language? I'm not sure.

[ghoulishbuck]

This post is for those who want to know places to get books or where I personally get mine. If you would like to add places please leave them in the comments.

Ways I acquire books:

•Libby- this is an app that connects with your library card(s). 90% of what I read I loan from my library using this as audiobooks and ebooks at times are easier for me to use.

•Kindle Unlimited- I own an old fire tablet that I just got two months of kindle unlimited for free on but personally I won’t continue it after it ends because I have a hard time with ebooks.

•Amazon- I rarely buy things on here now but they do often have a lot of books on sale. I do also browse for deals on ebooks and have gotten a plethora of ones I’m interested in for free.

•Secondhand stores- most of my collection comes from secondhand/ thrift stores. I very rarely buy a book from chain stores or for full price. This also includes antique stores.

•PangoBooks- 98% of the time if I want to buy a specific book I’ll look for it here before I look elsewhere. They also at times do give out coupons like spend $20 get $5 off.

•NetGalley- every now and then I’ll request digital arcs (ebooks and audiobooks that aren’t released yet). As long as you read the books you request and review them (or state you DNF’ed and why) on the site and keep your ratio at least at 80% of all accepted request reviewed you’re golden. But, having another place where you talk and review books does increase your chances. Personally, I have my Goodreads and Instagram account linked to help even though I haven’t touched my Instagram account in awhile.

•Library- I’ve barely checked out any books in person since I got my library card but that’s purely because I’m really trying to read my physical tbr and stay away from adding more to it.

•Gifts- if people ask me what I want for something for example my 21st birthday which is a few months away I’ll either say a certain book, an author, or a gift card to someplace that sells books. Sometimes I’ll say other things depending on the person. Now that doesn’t mean I’m expecting a bunch of books especially new ones in fact when I gave someone a list of books and author names I only gave them things that I thought they could easily find in a thrift store and always remind them that it’s not a list of things that needs to be completely bought but more of a scavenger hunt that they can end at anytime.

•Audible- for awhile I had a subscription mostly due to multiple free trials and it not cancelling even after I cancelled… Anyways, I prefer using Libby.

•Half Price Books- this is both a secondhand store and not. A good chunk of my books have come from here although these days this is mostly only my go to when I’m near one, when I don’t have time for a thrift store (I will look at nearly the entire place), or when I’m hoping to find certain more popular books.

•Barnes & Nobles- I very rarely went to Barnes even when I lived near one but every now and then I would buy some books from there. I do wish I could be near one when they do their 50% off hardcover sale they usually do on the 26th of December.

•Giveaways- I’ve won quite a few e-book giveaways on Goodreads. Personally, I’ve only won one physical giveaway and never received it. Which is pretty 50/50 when it’s the publisher doing the giveaway from what I understand.

•Dollar Tree- this is pretty hit or miss but whenever I go I make sure to check out their book section because they do sometimes have books I am interested in.

•Target- their price on books especially viz manga always gets me. Along with the deals they do every now and then like buy one get one 50% off or buy two get one free.

•Walmart- they also have about the same pricing for books as Target does but the only extra deal they do is for books they put on clearance which they put in cardboard bins.

•Book Outlet- discounted books that are pretty cheap although condition can vary. Not like extremely bad but like I have gotten a book with a small rip in the cover, the cover smushed on the top and bottom of the spine and a broken spine on a hardcover. I just think it’s better to know what the condition could be be before going into it. As long as your fine with the chance of getting that I highly recommend it. They are currently doing a fiction books sale right now where their only $5.99 and everything else is 20% off. Just dropping my referral link below if you use it you get $5 off of a $25 or higher order.

•Rightstuf (rip now is under Crunchyroll)- they had some great deals on manga, graphic novels, anime figures, and anime. I sadly didn’t take part in the birthday sale even though I really wanted to but I did make one or two purchases from them and had a good experience.

•Book of the Month- I’ve been getting books from them for just about to be a year and one month. I personally have really enjoyed it but I also will read anything that interest me and usually even if I don’t care for the months picks after watching people react to them and talk about them I want to pick up at least one of them. Book of the Month referral below.

•Aardvark- I got this one month with the discount code they always have where you get your first book for $4. There’s been a few books I wanted that they have but it’s been too rare for me.

Other ways that I haven’t yet done:

•Library sales- every now and then libraries will sell the books they no longer plan to keep in circulation and the profits go directly to the library.

•Little Free Libraries- these are strictly take a book leave a book deals. Most of these are run by a book lover who just wants to make books more accessible to people but they have to take the money out of their own pocket to keep it filled.

•Asking Publishers for physical arcs- this is the one I’m most anxious about and know the least about. From what I heard you have better chances of getting accepted for physical arcs if you have a big following. And it’s better to wait until you have had a book blog be somewhat regularly active (every week or two minimum) for six months. After that point you have to send an email to the publisher specifically asking for a certain physical arc(s), link your blog, make it professional sounding and just cross your fingers.

•Independent bookstore- I live in the middle of nowhere so the closest one to me is over two hours away (this is actually the closest bookstore period) and it’s also pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I just have a hard time paying full price so even though I love browsing through a bookstore the drive just for the bookstore that’s full price isn’t worth it.

•ThriftBooks- I like to know the condition I’m buying books in so I’ve never bought something from here as new could actually mean good condition depending on the person.

•SciFier- this is what a lot of people especially in the UK use especially for manga. It’s like a Rightstuff but from what I’ve seen better.

•eBay- I feel more comfortable with Pango’s system of just incase the seller screw’s you over than with eBay’s so I’ve never bought anything from here.

•Facebook Marketplace- I don’t have Facebook so I’ve never used this but I have seen some good deals.

•Garage/Yard/Estate Sales- I haven’t been to any of these in quite some time but when I did go things were quite cheap because they just wanted to get rid of things.

•Illumicrate- special edition book subscription service

•Fairyloot- special edition book subscription service

•Owlcrate- special edition book subscription service

•Broken binding- special edition book subscription service

•Forbidden planet- Manga, books, comics and figures store

•Indigo- Canada’s verison of Barnes & Nobles

[crystalflygeo]

tap. tap. tap.

the sound of pencil tapping onto sandbearer wood echoed rhythmically in the hotel room, along with the calming smell of a fragrant cup of tea.

tap. tap. tap.

hums, huffs, and a series of frustrated mumbles left the room occupant’s lips as her eyes flitted about the map of liyue, thinking, theorizing, hoping.

tap. tap. tap.

crys, crys, crys… where are you… i swear, if anyone harms you they’re getting a good few bullets to their—

the door opened, and a man entered the scene, cradling a mountain of books. meirin blinked and stared at him incredulously. ignoring her gaze, the scribe merely deposited his recent haul on the table she was writing on.

“uh—”

“i went to the ministry.”

“you what?!”

“i remembered you saying she works there. i must say, it was a little concerning how they just carelessly inferred my identity without checking further when i showed them my old identification as acting grand sage of sumeru and mentioned some high profile names.”

you’re such a gremlin sometimes. she snorted and raised her eyebrows, “so? what did you find in your little infiltration mission?”

“apparently, she went to inazuma a few weeks ago as a diplomat. she was scheduled to return a few days ago, but she has yet to enter liyue’s borders.”

“inazuma….”

meirin pondered their findings so far. should we go to the country of lightning? but the journey would take time, and what if we missed each other on the way?

“…. wait. don’t tell me you stole those books from-”

“of course not. that would be too much.”

meirin relaxed a little and sighed in relief.

“oh. okay. phew. good. we’re here to check up on a friend and for that pet project of yours, not to check out liyue’s jail…. hm? so then, what are those?” the woman gestured to the tower of books.

“these? just a few resources and reading materials i found on my detour into an antique store. they’re all written in ancient liyuean scripts, so they might prove useful later on.”

“…. you’re such a nerd.”

“given the mostly negative connotations of that word, i prefer the term ‘scholar’ much more,” al haitham said plainly, before tapping an old, beaten up journal on the top of the book mountain, “this one is especially interesting. it seems to be a diary, of sorts — of a devout follower of liyue’s illuminated beasts. the notes are subjective in nature, but it would be a good case study of how the common folk used the language. i didn’t have time to translate all of them, but they seem to be especially fond of an adeptus called ‘spring bringer’—”

“what?” she blinked, “give it to me.”

her eyes stared at the papers containing al haitham’s neat handwriting, the annotated translation slipped between the aged pages. there were blanks between some words, presumably there because he had no knowledge of what the word meant. plus, the olden papers and ink had deteriorated so much, some characters had been so smudged, they were impossible to make out.

____ magnificent golden antlers ____ shine like cor lapis(?) ____ deer-like illuminated beast____ lady ____ her real(?) name____ ███████

‘her real name’….. maybe if i call her with that, she’ll respond? but i have no knowledge of it, i don’t think….

“..... alright, let’s change target starting tomorrow, since we have no more leads about her.”

meirin glanced at her geo vision, which had been pulsing lightly with warm gold ever since she stepped into liyue.

let’s hope geo resonance works on geo dragons.

Crys stares at Liyue Harbor, getting more and more nervous by the second. The air is crisp and clean here at Guyun, her feet sinking on soft sand. People rarely come here and as such, nature and elemental leylines thrived.

She places a hand against one of the mountainous rock formations, closing her eyes and feeling the strong thrum of pure geo.

"How do you feel?"

"It's... strange. To feel so drawn to a place and still find it foreign. I know I'll be fine, eventually, its just..." She frowns. "It's strange how all of this happened"

Kazuha doesn't feel like he has the right words to reassure her, he just nods and stands by her side.

The breeze blows gently, bringing the scent of sea salt, the waves lap at the sand. Leaves rustle and animals scatter around. A lone crab, butterflies...

Kazuha looks around and spots a few boars uphill as well. Suddenly he chuckles softly. "What an auspicious combination."

"Hm?"

"I'd assume you're not familiar with Hanafuda cards?" He blurts out, when Crys shakes her head confused, he continues. "They're a set of playing cards depicting different plants, animals or objects. When I was younger I used to play a game with my elders called Koi-koi"

He smiles as if recalling an old memory, and picks a fallen tree branch.

"The objective is to form sets by pairing up certain cards together, and out of those one of the most well-known is the Ino-shika-cho combination."

He starts drawing lines on the sand, writing with the wooden stick.

"Ino (猪) represents the boar. Shika (鹿) is the deer, and Cho (蝶) the butterfly. Together, they make up a winning hand. Now, look around, we have the boars and the butterflies and that would make you the deer." He beams, clearly amused by his clever little tale.

Crys admittedly chuckles "So are you saying luck will come my way?"

"I'm sure of it." He finishes writing down.

The adeptus stares at the kanji on the sand and suddenly her expression changes,

"That character... it's familiar..." She mutters.

"Hm? Oh well it is the same hanzi for 'deer' I'm sure given your identity you have seen it quite enough."

"No no, not that one. The last one!" She points eagerly. "Kazuha I think... I'm sure that is part of my name, I can feel it."

He stares at her with wide eyes, and then back at the floor.

Huh...

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Characteristics of the Wood Snake

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Characteristics of the Wood Snake: 1965



Are you prepared for 2025 – The year of the Yin Wood Snake?





Wood Snakes have a very friendly manner and also a great understanding of human nature which will help them out throughout their lives. The Wood Snake is very good at communicating with others which gains them many friends and colleagues. 

 They are witty intelligent and ambitious people with a large amount of interests who prefer to live in a quiet, stable environment where they can work without any interference. They enjoy art and love to collect paintings and antiques in their home. Their advice is always admired by friends and colleagues especially in social and domestic situations.

The Snake is an extremely intelligent and active person. They will always be planning and looking for ways that they put their substantial skills to use. They enjoy sitting back and thinking about everything that is going on around them, sometimes through meditation.

There will be many points in their life where they decide its time for a change and shed their old skin and take up a whole new range of activities or sometimes even a completely different area of work. Snakes rarely make mistakes as they are very well organized.

Most Snakes are financially secure in later life as long as they do not gamble; this is due to the fact that the Snake is known as the worst gambler in the Chinese zodiac. The Snake is a calm and easygoing person who prefers the quieter things in life. They hate it when somebody tries to rush them into making a decision and prefer to not be around a loud active environment. Snakes do not usually take other peoples advice and will not take kindly to anybody who tries to get involved in their affairs.

The Snake can appear quite confined at times; they are quiet and reserved and can sometimes have difficulty in communicating with others. They do however have a great sense of humor which comes in very useful in times of crisis.

They are not afraid to work hard and will always make sure all their work is carried out thoroughly. One thing that Snakes must be careful of is high blood pressure and diabetes; this is because they burn off so much nervous energy after any physical activity and demands rest for some time afterwards.

It is believed that Snakes are late starters in life due to the fact that it may often take them a while to find a job that they are truly happy doing; they will usually do well in any position that involves research and writing and where they are given freedom to develop their own ideas and plans. Snakes can make good teachers, politicians, personnel manager and social advisers.

The Snake chooses their friends carefully and although they keep a tight control over their finances, they can be quite generous to those they are fond of. They will have no hesitation to shower their friends and loved ones with lavish gifts or expensive meals but will expect their friends to stay loyal to them. If the Snakes trust is broken they can be very hurt by this; Snakes are very jealous and possessive by nature.

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6 thoughts on “Characteristics of the Wood Snake”

 Ray says:

January 11, 2023 at 2:08 PM

Pretty close, though I’m not in the least bit jealous or possessive, nor do I expect my friends to ‘stay loyal’. People are their own beings, and I’m certainly not going to try to control them. Also, sadly, not terribly ambitious, possibly because of ongoing health problems.

A lot of the description was accurate enough, though, that it’s a bit creepy! Lol

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 Hilario Odhigue says:

October 27, 2020 at 2:38 AM

Excellent

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 Cyril the happy wood gnome says:

April 28, 2018 at 10:28 AM

To the letter apart from the possessive/jealous bit.

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 Anonymous says:

January 1, 2025 at 11:19 AM

The fire snake is jealous 🙈

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 Tim says:

February 22, 2018 at 2:29 PM

You are deadly accurate-well played-well played

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 Anonymous says:

March 21, 2018 at 8:07 PM

Wow! This could have been written word-for-word to describe me. Uncanny. Thanks!

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[k2iwios]

sum jujutsu kaisen headcanons !!

ft. toji, gojo, itadori, nobara, megumi, inumaki, yuuta, maki, geto, sukuna, and nanami

warnings : curse words here and there, slightly suggestive content on toji & gojo's part, mentions of blood on yuuta's part (related to exterminating curses), mentions of alcohol on nanami's part (related to his drink preference)

fluff, light and funny, with a dribble of angst - just a bit tho! hehe :>>

toji !

i have a feeling papa fushiguro would hate being called daddy-

i'm sorry he'd think it's weird 😭😭

and it reminds him of the two kids he left behind 💔

he prefers just being called toji but is secretly a sucker for pet names

too embarrassed to admit it tho, cuz he likes to assert dominance 🥴🥴

gojo !

scams feet pics on onlyfans 💀💀

payment first then BOOM content unlocked but it's a picture of ants on some shaggy park bench-

gets reported 1000 times but still managed to bribe the company to un-ban him by sending thirst traps 🤨

orrr sending heck amount of cash in suitcases — like mobs in the movies

itadori !

does dance covers of kpop groups and posts them on tiktok 💘

hella good moves too!

he'll ask nobara's help to edit the vids, maybe even pay a professional (this happened at least once lol)

other than dance content, itadori's also famous for movie & food reviews which usually involve nobara and megumi cuz they're opposites (in terms of personality and all)

having opinions from two different kinds of people makes his reviews trusted

nobara !

does journaling

it helps expressing her sometimes wild emotions

most of the pages are pictures of maki 😃😃😃

and paragraphs of how she'd destroy the whole world if anything happens to her

nobara's hammer isn't customized

she happens to walk by an antique store and found a pretty hammer with a red heart carving on it!

megumi !

has the best skincare routine & products on GOD.

like, fr have you seen this boy??

so so pretty.

nobara would pester and beg him to spill his skincare routine

but he refuses to answer 💀💀

so nobara stole everything in megumi's bathroom cabinet and tried all of the products.

megumi always drinks room temperature water with two ice cubes

inumaki !

inumaki... loves reading fanfics and BL mangas 🥴🥴

maybe he's gay, maybe he's not, but inumaki loves a soft, fluffy BL story!

inumaki buys a lot of stationery items despite rarely using them

but he does carry around a cute small notepad with a shiba inu drawing on it and a monster's inc sulley pen in case he's too lazy to pull out his phone or in case his phone died

inumaki would beg gojo to bring him to disneyland and uses gojo's card to buy bags of souvenirs

his favorite is the toy story hamm (the piggy bank) hat/headcover. here's a reference photo :

yuuta !

lowkey hates getting his clothes dirty from blood

one of the reasons why he wears a white uniform is to prove how clean he is at killing curses (smooth boi)

yuuta gets away with buying alcohol without showing an id thanks to his sleep-deprived eyes even though he's not actually sleep deprived

that's just how he's built.

ps : no, the alcohol's not for him but for gojo and shoko 🤺🤺🤺

maki !

secretly names all her weapons and talks to them (which is cute imo 🤍)

but not to nobara cuz now she's thinking ‘WHO TF IS MAKI-SAN TAKING TO?? I'LL BEAT THEIR ASSESS’

*loud stomping noises*

only to discover maki talking to a sword 😃

okay now this woman is so fucking talented she's never even once broke her glasses.

no broken lens, no broken frame, no broken anything

the one time she changed her glasses is at the end of her first year. she wanted a new and bold style

panda !

goes rampage at a zoo once, just to scare people

those zap/tazer sticks doesn't work on him and it scared the workers. neither does tranquilizer guns

panda ran out of there and went to a ramen restaurant

then went grocery shopping — bought veggies and fruits — went back to the zoo and feed the animals

the zoo was closed for a month due to that catastrophe 💀💀💀

geto !

kinda dislikes his outfit but wears it anyways as a fashion statement

it has so many layers?? he feels like roasted turkey underneath all that 😭

after taking a different path, he knows he and gojo will lose each other

so he tried everything to hate his best friend but couldn't come to it no matter what

still kept pictures of the group — him, gojo, and shoko — and places it beside his bed (i'm sorry it turned kinda angsty 😫)

okay here, geto never hits on/flirt w people but is still a heart robber — thanks to his man bun

idk but i'm convinced he sprays the bathroom with disinfectant & perfume after taking a shit 💀💀💀

likes opening up the fridge for absolutely no reason.

sometimes he opens the freezer door and just stands/sits in front of it

headcanon that geto's favorite weather is winter then shoko beats his ass (cuz shoko likes spring & cherry blossoms and hates winter cuz the trees looks like bones)

sukuna !

does manicure

them wierdass nails are cared for.

his nails are originally black

it's not nail polish.

sukuna hates itadori's body cuz it makes him shorter than he actually is

sukuna is the reason why itadori uses deodorant

threatened to stop his heart if he doesn't use them

creates art using the bones in his domain

he's bored okay ☹️

nanami !

his fridge is rather empty because nanami prefers takeouts (since work drains his energy)

there's probably milk, butter, some leftovers, and strawberries (yes, headcanon nanami loves strawberries!! 🤍)

but he can cook tho and is surprisingly good AMAZING at it!

nanami's perfume always catches people's attention

it's the scent of soft white musk

nanami visits dog shelters often! and recommends his acquaintances (who are interested in owning a pet) to adopt dogs/other animals instead of buying them.

okay, nanami loves visiting the aquarium. it's therapeutic seeing little fishies 🤍🤍

nanami especially loves seals and siamese fish (god, please give me a nanami) 😞💘

and apparently,, nanami dislikes coffee!

his favorite drink is alcohol (he's canonically a heavy drinker) and hot chocolate 🍻

likes and reblogs are appreciated! 🤍🤍

© k2iwios — do not copy, steal, or translate my work. publishing them to other platforms are also prohibited.

[swanqueensalad]

okay top 3 cute sq headcanons that you have right now and top 3 more angsty sq headcanons you have right now?

thank you for this anon!!! i love doing these <33

cute:

emma is actually so dad vibes she falls asleep on the couch every night the minute she, regina and henry start watching netflix. she kicks up such a fuss about what they watch then just straight up passes out. henry always complains and makes fun of her, but regina (though she would never say it) really likes it. it makes her feel very warm and safe and comforted to be snuggled up on emma's chest watching tv, feeling her breath rise and fall, listening to her silly occasional snores. because even asleep, emma never stops holding her. (and then emma wakes up at the end of the episode or the movie and insists she wasn't asleep and saw the whole thing)

every saturday morning, regina mills has a baking session. she is basically a pinterest mom who also is obsessed with organizing and scheduling, and baking is a hobby that benefits everyone, so it becomes part of her routine. emma is gradually learning to help: this means being annoying in the kitchen, eating ingredients, giving regina cuddles and neck kisses when she's trying to do something, and singing along badly to the music on the radio. though regina pretends to be annoyed, she secretly loves it. after henry grew out of helping her, she always baked alone until emma, and rarely got much joy out of it. now it's one of her favourite parts of the week. simple, peaceful, and happy. (and every time she bakes with emma and then they eat some of the freshly cooled goods together, it undoes cora's voice in the back of her head a little bit, every week her questionable relationship with food gets a little bit better)

as much as emma loves storybrooke, she sometimes misses the outside world, and so another tradition that develops is emma taking regina for date days out of town. they'll pick random towns, forests to hike in, and places to visit and take a leisurely drive, stop for food somewhere. for a while emma gets weirdly obsessed with weird thrift/antique stores and finding the dumbest stuff she can (regina and henry, when he hears, both tease her for 'keeping some Mr Gold genes after being the Dark One') and while regina makes fun, she secretly loves leafing through antique books and reading inscriptions left in them. also, whenever they speak to waitresses or shopkeepers on these outings, they have to make up different stories about how they met. every time, emma comes up with a different story and makes it as rambling and silly as possible, and every time regina smiles and shakes her head and sometimes inputs something funny that comes to mind.

angsty:

i've def spoken about this one before, but regina has nightmares very regularly. multiple times a week, about various things from her past (god knows there's enough nightmare fuel). emma is a light sleeper and lifelong insomniac herself for many reasons, and if she is asleep, she wakes up very quickly when she hears the familiar change in regina's breathing, or feels her lashing out with her hands or feet in her sleep. it aches deep in emma's chest every time, knowing there are things that have happened that will always haunt regina like this, knowing there are some things she can't fight off. and she's still learning what to do with those things, how to help her without a sword and fist, but she wakes her as gently as she can and kisses her forehead, strokes her hair and whispers silly things and dumb jokes to her until they're both okay. regina doesn't like to talk about her nightmares or what they contain, and emma doesn't ask. they just hold each other and learn to feel safe.

idk if this is a controversial one, or if my view of them has just changed a little as i've gotten older, but emma and regina are both people that are still struggling big time with their mental health, processing, healing etc and though they love each other and are definitely on a one way path to peace, there's no way this doesn't cause issues sometimes. when regina and emma fight (beyond the everyday quibbling that undoubtedly means i love you), they fight badly. they both say awful stuff they don't mean or believe. they both spiral. (but afterwards, when they've calmed down and the dust has settled, they always find each other with immense apology and understanding. and the good thing is, because they both struggle, they both understand wholeheartedly what the other one went through, why they said those things, and they know unequivocally that they didn't mean them. their fights are not common, but after them they are always extra caring and tender and honest with each other, just to be sure the other knows how much they are loved.)

this is more sad than actually angsty, but it means a lot to me so. i have forgotten if this is actually canon or not, but regina had a version of daniel's tombstone brought over to storybrooke with the curse and it is still very important to her to visit it regularly, bringing his favourite yellow flowers. emma respects her privacy and that it's a very personal thing, but one day when emma asks where she's going and she says there, regina tells her very gently that she's welcome to come if she'd like. and so emma, after making sure it's not overstepping any boundaries, joins. she is quiet and respectful, holds regina's hand and sits with her there. after a while regina turns to her and tells her how much he would have liked her. how similar they are, in some ways. how totally not in others. before they go, when regina has already left, emma pretends to have forgotten something so she can have a quick moment to touch the stone and tell him a quiet thank you, for loving regina and taking care of her before she could.

[sneezilla]

I don't get to talk enough about Prog rock but of the records I own, half of them are Yes (Yes and Fragile). One I found at an antique store and the other an ex got for me online. Both are fantastic, but this album is great just for the cover art alone. Bro's ass is FAT. (I will say though that Fragile is VERY rare to find just laying around in record stores, as a warning to OP. Sometimes if the guy that owns the store is chill you can give them your number to let you know when they get it in stock, but I never got a call back for that one. Good luck!)

Asked if they had any Yes at the record store, guy said he was gonna see what he could find. Came back and he was like "So I unfortunately only found one old record." I didn't know what to expect, but he proceeded to pull out Going for the One and I was very pleased. So now I've finally got my hands on a Yes record. I wanna get a collection going. My little sister was also with me and commented that she does not like the big fat butt on the cover and asked that I stop touching it.

[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Is Insecure

Warnings: mentions of insecurity surrounding body image, physical appearance, self-worth.

Lucifer

It was the day after a party Diavolo had thrown at his castle. You had had fun for the most part, dancing with the brothers and eating delicious foods prepared by Barbatos. 

But you also remembered how it had felt to look around the room and realize you were surrounded by gorgeous demons, not a single flaw on anyone’s face. Doubt and insecurity had begun to creep into your mind, and that feeling had carried over into the next day.

You had only talked briefly with Lucifer at the party because he was too busy interacting with Diavolo’s guests. Every time you tried to catch his eye, you noticed how beautiful whoever he was talking to was and found yourself swallowing down your greeting.

Currently Lucifer was at his desk like always, scribbling down notes and shuffling through papers. You brought him afternoon tea and sat reading in one of his armchairs to keep him company.

You had been telling yourself that you were going to ask him the question that was burning in your mind, but an hour had already passed since you first came in. You tried to distract yourself with your book but the words were fuzzy on the page. Finally, you spoke. “Luci?”

He didn’t look up from his desk when he answered, “Yes, love?”

“Do you... do you ever wish I was more beautiful?”

The scratching of his pen stopped immediately and Lucifer lowered the papers he was holding to show his face, a carefully blank expression revealing nothing. “What exactly do you mean by that question?”

“I mean exactly what I asked. Do you ever wish I was more beautiful? More attractive? As the Avatar of Pride have you ever been... embarrassed to be seen with me?”

At this Lucifer’s expression grew cold and furious. “Has someone... made you feel this way? Has someone made you feel as if you are inadequate?” You shook your head sadly and whispered, “No, just my own brain.”

“Ah, I see. Well pet, I don’t ever wish you were more beautiful because you are the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen. So it would be physically impossible for you to be more beautiful than you are now.”

You snorted. “Luci, that was so cheesy. Your brothers would throw up if they heard what you just said.” Lucifer’s lips quirked up in amusement. “Well, I’m glad I was able to make you laugh. And I do mean what I said. I’ve never once felt embarrassed to be with you; you are my pride, the source of my happiness. If anyone were to suggest otherwise, I would gladly kill them.”

“Luci, we’ve been over this. You can’t just kill everyone who is mildly rude to me.”

Lucifer went back to working on his papers but there was a gentle smile on his face. “Darling, you’ll find that I definitely can. I have a permit.”

Mammon

You were regretting tagging along to one of Mammon’s photo shoots. At first, it seemed like a fun idea getting to look at all the clothes, makeup, and jewelry. Plus, you really wanted to see what Mammon was like when he was working professionally. 

It was fun at first, you cooing over how handsome Mammon looked in his outfit and watching him get all flustered and blushy. But then the actual photoshoot started and you watched as Mammon posed with a stunning model.

You tried to not let your insecurities get the best of you. You were here to support Mammon! But as the shoot progressed you couldn’t help but start to compare yourself, keeping track of how they were more beautiful and you more flawed. 

The photographer stopped to take a break and Mammon immediately bounced over to you. “MC, did you see me? How does it feel to watch the Great Mammon in his natural element? I look good, don’t I?”

You caressed Mammon’s cheek and feigned a bright smile. “You were amazing Mammon! You look so handsome. And this is such a cool outfit!” But Mammon was somehow always able to tell when you were faking a good mood and he frowned. “MC, is something wrong? You look sad. Did something happen?”

You opened your mouth, an excuse ready on your lips, but found you couldn’t lie right to Mammon’s face. You gestured toward the model who was talking to their manager in the corner. “Do you ever wish I looked like that?”

Mammon cocked his head, confused. “Do I ever wish you had blue hair? Not particularly? Although now that I think about it, blue hair would look cool on you too.”

You sighed. “No, I mean do you ever wish I looked like a model? Sexier? Or prettier?” Mammon thought for a moment, processing your question, and then frowned. “Oh no no no. Treasure, what’s this all about? What happened?”

“Sorry Mams, I didn’t want to distract you while you’re working. I just got really low and insecure all of a sudden. Started thinking about how you should be with someone really beautiful, you know? And sometimes I feel like that’s not me.”

Clearly upset, Mammon rushed to give you a crushing hug, tucking your head underneath his chin. “MC I- I wish I could beam my thoughts into your head. That way you’d really believe me when I say that you’re so precious to me. Every day I wake up and think about how lucky I am to be with you.”

You chuckled a little. “I do put up a lot with you, don’t I.” Mammon gently smacked you on your back. “Hey! I’ve been good lately! But seriously MC, you are stunning. You are gorgeous. And it’s okay if you don’t believe me right now because- because I’ll tell you as many times as you need me to! I’ll tell you a thousand times a day! A million times!”

You tried to blink away the tears in your eyes and held onto Mammon even tighter. “Thanks Mams, I love you so much.”

“Love you too treasure. Your first man’s gonna take care of you, don’t you worry about a thing.”

Leviathan

Usually you liked watching anime with Levi; it was one of your favorite things to do together. Levi was always more happy and lively when watching with you because he was able to express his opinions freely without judgment. And you thought it was adorable how excited Levi got over his favorite characters and storylines.

Today, you were snuggled together on some cushions re-watching an episode of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl”. At first you were enjoying the episode, laughing as Ruri got used to the oddities of the human world. But Levi’s repeated comments about how cute Ruri-chan was, which you usually never minded, started to bother you a bit.

You took a quick glance around the room, noting Levi’s enormous collection of Ruri-chan posters, figurines, and other merch. Levi tapped you on the knee, interrupting your thoughts. “MC, you’re missing the best part! What are you looking at?”

You sighed a little, struggling to act nonchalant. “Sorry Levi, it’s nothing. I’m still watching.” Frowning, Levi paused the episode and turned to look at you. “Hey, what’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, you said “Levi, I’m not Ruri-chan.” He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes... I know?”

You continued, “I don’t look like Ruri-chan. Does that bother you?”

“Does it bother me... that you don’t look like an anime character?” He repeated the question slowly, as if you had asked him the strangest question in the world.

Frustrated, you blurted out “I don’t look like Ruri-chan! I’m never going to be as cute as her!”

Levi looked completely bewildered, his eyes wide and staring at you in confusion. “B-But you are cute! MC, w-what are you even talking about?” 

Embarrassed at your outburst you looked down at the floor silently. Levi scooted over toward you so that your knees were touching and he waited until you broke the silence. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough. I think maybe you’d like it if I looked cuter or acted cuter, like the characters in anime.”

Levi hesitated for a moment before quickly grabbing onto your hand, blushing furiously as he did so. "MC, I-I already think you're c-cute. Really really cute. So don't say things like that. And also, I like you because you're you! Not because you're like someone else."

"And you make me really happy. I'm just a gross otaku. I never thought I'd be able to... to find someone like you. Someone who accepts me."

He tried to lock eyes with you but blushed even harder and stared at your joined hands. "Plus, I couldn't to-touch an anime character. But I can touch you. I can hold your hand or give you hugs whenever you need it, o-okay?"

You leaned your head onto Levi's shoulder and closed your eyes, letting the peaceful silence wash over you.

Satan

You were accompanying Satan on a trip to one of his favorite stores: an antique shop that sold all manner of rare books and artifacts. The owner, Ms. Sparrow, was a friend of Satan’s and she welcomed the two of you wholeheartedly.

Today, she looked as gorgeous as she always did. Her chic pearl dress and matching silk gloves shone against her dark skin. Not a curl in her hair was out of place and even the click-clack of her heels on the floor seemed melodious somehow.

You left Satan to look at the books and went wandering off into the various aisles of the store, marveling at all the bits and bobs. In one of the over-stuffed corners you happened to find a glittering silver key on a red velvet ribbon. Taking it in your hand, you went back through to show it off to Satan, wanting to ask him what he thought it opened.

But Satan was busy chatting and laughing with Ms. Sparrow. You watched the two of them for a moment and noticed how well they complimented each other. Both had a certain poise, a kind of confidence and certainty in their movements.

On your walk back to the dorms, you were unusually quiet and Satan noticed. “Pet, is something the matter?”

You hesitated, wondering if Satan was going to find your insecurity childish. “Satan, I’m not very....elegant.”

“Yes, I know. You choked on a piece of bread yesterday. The day before that you tripped over absolutely nothing and fell down.” He smiled, expecting for you to get riled up, but it fell when he saw that you looked dejected. “Love, what is the matter? Have I upset you?”

You avoided his gaze. “Sometimes... sometimes I wonder if I bring you down by being with you. I feel like you deserve someone elegant and sophisticated. Someone who matches you. But I’m not. I’m clumsy and messy and not perfect, like Ms. Sparrow.”

Satan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Ms. Sparrow? What does she have anything to with this?” He turned you around so that you were facing him. “Pet, please look at me. I love you. And I’m not with you in spite of you being clumsy or messy. I love you because you’re clumsy and messy, because those are parts of you and I love all of you.”

He leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “And why would I need someone perfect? Am I perfect? Yesterday you saw me screaming at my cup because I accidentally spilled some tea and burned my finger.”

You shrugged while giggling, “I thought it was a perfectly reasonable response.” You wrapped your arms around his and buried your face into his shoulder. “Thanks, Satan. You always know how to make me feel better.”

He reached down to give you a gentle kiss. “Anytime, love. I’m always here for you.”

Asmodeus

Asmo has a lot of fans across all his social media accounts. That was made perfectly clear the first time you went on a date with him outside. Sitting in the trendy coffeeshop, several people had come up to ask him for a picture or an autograph. He was never shy about you and always introduced you as his sweetheart, cooing about how beautiful you were. 

Some days it was okay. You loved seeing the bubbly social-butterfly side of Asmo. He was always so sweet to everyone who came up to him and genuinely enjoyed meeting new people. But other days, your insecurity rose up like a huge wave and dampened everything.

This particular day you were shopping with Asmo in a new boutique that had opened up. You were aimlessly flicking through the racks of clothes when you heard a large squealing.

Two demons ran up to Asmo, talking and gesturing excitedly. You could make out that they followed him on Devilgram and were asking if he was willing to take a picture with them. These demons were some of the most attractive beings you had ever seen. Their clothes were incredibly stylish and their hair and makeup were done flawlessly.

Looking around the shop, in all of the full length mirrors you could see the reflection of Asmo and his beautiful fans. And you looked out of place, like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit in at all. 

Tearing up, you grabbed a random pair of jeans off the rack and ran into a changing room. You turned away from the mirror, not wanting to look at yourself, and took deep breaths to try and keep from bursting into sobs. After a few moments Asmo began looking for you, having finished taking pictures. “Sweetheart, are you changing? Let me see what you’re wearing when you’re done!”

At the sound of his voice you burst into tears and your attempts to muffle the noise were futile. Outside the door, Asmo’s voice sounded panicked. “Darling, are you okay? What’s the matter? Please come outside, whatever it is please let me help you!” You hesitated, not wanting to face him, but this made him even more frantic. He started jiggling the doorknob and knocking on the door.

You opened it, afraid that he would accidentally break the doorknob leaving you trapped inside. As soon as he saw you he gathered you in his arms and began making shushing noises while smoothing your hair. “Sweetheart, why are you crying? Please talk to me, please tell me what’s wrong.”

You tried to get the words out in between sobs and hiccups. “A-Asmo, don’t you want someone m-more beautiful? Someone who-who looks g-good with you?” Asmo paused for a moment, processing your words, and then his eyes burned with anger. “Sweetheart, did one of my fans say something mean to you? Did someone make you feel like this?”

You shook your head vigorously. “No, just me.” Asmo breathed a sigh of relief at hearing no one had harrassed you and resumed smoothing your hair. “Oh, darling. You ARE beautiful. You’re stunning, sweetheart. I wish you could see the way I saw you, how adorable and gorgeous you are. And I understand that there are going to be days when you don’t believe me, when you feel like you’re not. But at least don’t go through those days alone, okay?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without tearing up again.

"Now, let's go get some ice cream. We can eat it while taking a bubble bath."

Beelzebub

You weren’t really sure why Beel liked you coming with him to the gym all the time, even if you didn’t exercise. He said your presence was calming and that it made him focus better, which was odd because a lot of the time you just sat on an unoccupied machine and scrolled through your D.D.D.

Today was much the same, with Beel running on the treadmill and you watching some videos. The gym was pretty empty, just a few students exercising here and there.

Your eyes drifted to Beel who was running without even breaking a sweat. His body was all solid muscle: his arms, legs, and abs looked perfectly chiseled and toned. Last week you accidentally ran into Beel in the hallway and it felt like you had smashed into a brick wall. Beel, on the other hand, was completely fine.

You began to wonder what Beel thought about your body. He could be pretty handsy at times and he wasn’t shy in his affections. But what if there was something he didn’t like? Something that he thought needed changing?

He’s never mentioned anything about exercising to you before. But you thought back to the students you had seen in this gym: all of them were extremely fit with incredible bodies. You couldn’t help but start to compare yourself to them and think that maybe you were lacking.

Just then, Beel finished his run and walked over to you. You weren’t sure what kind of facial expression you were making but it seemed enough to concern him because he asked, “MC, is everything okay?”

“Hey Beel... do you ever wish I had a nicer body?”

He squinted in confusion. “What do you mean by ‘a nicer body’?”

“I don’t know... just better. Whatever nicer looks like for you.”

Beel was quiet for a moment, thinking. “No, I've never wished for that before. I still don't know what you mean by 'nicer'. I love you. And I love your body because its yours. The only thing that matters to me is whether you’re happy. And as long as I'm still allowed to touch you, then I'm happy.”

He looked at you nervously then, biting his lip. "Am I... still allowed to touch you?"

You laughed and reached to give him a hug, loving how safe it felt in his arms. "Of course, big guy. Thanks for making me feel better. You always know what to say."

Beel flushed with pride and closed his eyes in happiness, leaning into your hand as you patted him on the head.

Belphegor

You knew you were dreaming because you were sitting in a R.A.D classroom surrounded by fellow students, but you couldn’t focus on any of their faces. They were blurry, as if someone had smudged them like an artist had smudged some charcoal.

You were at your desk, looking around the classroom, when as if on cue all of the students began to slowly gather around you. They stood there silently for a moment, unmoving, and you felt a shiver go up your spine. 

And then one by one the students began to hurl insults at you.

“You’re not good enough. Not good enough for Belphegor.” “You’re ugly, you’re hideous. “You’re unwanted, go back to where you came from.” “You don’t deserve what you have, don’t deserve good.” “You’re weak.” “You ruin others, you ruin everything.”

As they insulted you the students began to draw themselves closer, pushing and shoving to reach you. They almost made a cover over your desk as if to block out all the light. You hunched over your desk, shaking and panicking, trying to curl up to protect yourself.

One of the demons began shaking your shoulder roughly, you yelping in pain. He began yelling in your ear, “Wake up! Wake up!”

“MC! Wake up!”

You startled awake and looked around the room in fear. You were in Belphie’s bed, your pajamas sticking to you with sweat. Belphie was looking at you with concern, one hand still on your shoulder.

“MC, you’re okay. It’s just me. It was just a nightmare.” You let out a sob and buried yourself in his arms while he patted you on the back until your breaths evened out.

“D-Did you see my dream?” you asked. You were nervous about showing Belphie that weak side of you, the insecurities that had been brewing since the two of you had begun a relationship. He looked apologetic. “I did. You were whimpering and shaking in your sleep. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He reached over, one hand smoothing your hair, the fingers of his other hand interlaced with yours. “None of what they said was true, you know.” You looked down, embarrassed. “I mean it, MC. You are good enough. You’re beautiful, you’re wanted, you deserve all the nice and beautiful things in the world, you’re strong. And most importantly, you lift others up. You lift me up everyday.”

He lifted up your hand and pressed a kiss against it. “You lifted me out of darkness. I love you so much. And I’ll gladly stay by your side, for as long as you’ll have me.”

You grabbed the front of his sweater to draw him into a rough kiss, lips bruising. “Forever, Belphie. Forever.” 

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Their Eating Lifestyle: Singapore Edition

A/N: Just something I thought of randomly. Some people might not be able to 'relate' lol

PS. Though this can be applied to other countries too, there might be several things that are unique to Singapore!

Luffy eats in hawker centers most of the time, especially this Malaysian stall near his HDB because the auntie adores him and always gives him a free extra helping of rice & a little more meat than normal customers. And of course he goes to all-you-can-eat buffets all the time - usually dragging along Ace (who gladly follows him like an overexcited puppy that he is) and Sabo (if he's not busy - which isn't often, unfortunately). And yes, those restaurants with "finish this jumbo bowl of ramen in 20 minutes and it's free"? They're super easy targets for him whenever money's tight that month!

The neverending choice of food makes Sanji eat out on almost every single one of his free days. From the hawker centers to the cafes to the hotels to the Michelin Star restaurants, from Singaporean to Chinese to Indian to Japanese to Korean to Mexican food, from cafes specializing in pancakes, ice cream, yakiniku, k-bbq, coffee, bubble tea, beer, wine - he tries it all and has a mental list in his head regarding which restaurants are good for specific circumstances.

Zoro gets lost everywhere in the city so he finds whatever shop that seemingly serves alcohol on his regular runs outdoor... And if there are a few dishes served too, then he orders that too on the side. Izakayas are his favorite. He remembers the name of the bars with a great selection of alcohol but has no idea where they are. Jinbe (because he's the most responsible of the group obviously) or Brook (he plays music at several establishments every day, so there's a chance that he'll be in the area) regularly picks him up from wherever he is (he has location services always turned on and he has several trackers on his possession) and makes sure he manages to get home safely at the end of the day. Bless them.

Nami cafe hops A WHOLE LOT. Probably has a Burpple, Chope, and Eatigo accounts and is a premium member of them all. Will always go out with reservations that give her discounts or free stuff, and use all the discount codes if there are any. Usopp sometimes joins her whenever he's working outside, especially when Nami texts him saying there's a one-for-one deal (Luffy sometimes barges in too because come on. Food and Luffy go hand in hand. This is the rare time he'll have to eat vegetables too because Nami and Usopp will unapologetically nag him to do it)

Robin loves nature & antique-themed cafes, especially those with books, is cozy, and hidden in a nook somewhere. Chopper follows her everywhere because whenever she goes it would be a good place for the aspiring doctor to study and do his homework. Robin knows his habit and will take him to the cafes with a good cup of hot chocolate (Chopper's favorite, cause he can't drink coffee) during exam periods. Franky accompanies them from time to time, though he's not the type to eat at such establishments - he's more of a coffeeshop man (yknow those loud uncles who seem to be friends with all the stall owners and know all the servers' names? That's him). Whatever food he orders, he'll have Cola on the side. If there are no cans left, he will go to the nearest convenience store to buy at least two cold cans.

Law frequents one cafe near his condo (because ofc he can afford one) for his morning coffee and another cafe near the hospital he works at for his afternoon, evening, and midnight coffee (yes, he drinks more than a cup a day). Sometimes he forgets to eat, but fortunately, Rocinante (his adoptive dad, works at a cafe a few streets down from the hospital), Penguin and Shachi (works in the same hospital), and Bepo (works in a small pet grooming shop near the hospital, which Law goes to every now and then whenever he's stressed about work) have a rotation schedule on bringing him food throughout the week.

Kid is really similar to Zoro in that he goes to all the bars and wherever that seems to sell alcohol. Though he begrudgingly goes to 'subpar' places for takeaways whenever it's his turn to procure food for his flatmates (little did he know Killer devised this schedule so Kid can get in some real food every once in a while). Every now and then Killer cooks, and since they live in the same flat along with Heat and Wire, he'll eat those too. Every single time, Kid brought all the booze (it's not like they have a secondhand fridge just for the alcohol). Every single time, it turns into a party and they'll get noise complaints from their neighbors because they party all night. RIP neighbors.

[justsomeclintasha]

“What are you doing?“ She absently rubs his ankle where he’s thrown it across her lap, turning the page of her book.

“Reading.”

“What are you doing later?”

“Reading.” He groans, staring up at the ceiling. He’s bored. Rain the last two days has kept them indoors. He can hear a light drizzle outside, but it doesn’t seem too bad.

“Babe?” She doesn’t answer. He tries again. “Hun?” A smile twitches at the corner of her lips and he laughs, wiggling his feet in her lap. “Can we go to the antique store? I’m going to die of boredom in here.”

“Go find the umbrella.” He excitedly gets up, searching through the closet while she grabs their sneakers. He holds it up triumphantly. “We’re getting coffee after.”

“Anything for you, dear.”

XXXXX

Shaking out the wet umbrella, she sets it by the door. His eyes are already darting around the store. She doesn’t understand why he loves it so much, doesn’t see the point of keeping old items you have no current use for.

“Wow look at all the new stuff they have.”

“You can’t have new stuff in an antique store,” she corrects. “No. Put that back.” He replaces the knife before he’s even fully taken it off the counter. She slips her hand into his. The “rule of three” applies in bookstores and antique shops, though if she bats her eyelashes she can usually acquire a fourth book. No weapons is the other rule. They both have way too many, and no room for more.

“This is kind of cool. Ah, look, I used to have one of these. We didn’t have a lot of toys in the circus and the ones we did were broken or missing stuff.” He studies the shelf, pointing out different toys he played with as a kid. His eyes are distant.

“Hey.” She squeezes his hand and he straightens up, clearing his throat.

“You ready to go get some coffee?”

“You didn’t buy anything. Do you want to look around some more?”

“Nah. I really just wanted to get out of the house and spend some time with you.” A light blush creeps up into her cheeks. Sometimes she’s still surprised by his honesty. He wears his heart on his sleeve, saying what he feels as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. She pulls him down for a rare kiss in public.

“Coffee sounds good.” He’s beaming as she grabs the umbrella by the door. Hand in hand, they walk down the street, pushing each other in puddles and laughing as they make their way to the shop.